Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 09:16:07 -0800 (PST)
From: niftystories2000@yahoo.com
Subject: THE YOUNG BOYS' MASTURBATION CLUB

This story is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  If you're not into boys
having fun together, definitely read something else!


The Young Boys' Masturbation Club


The new boy was called Johnny, and he was eight years old.  It was his
first time up in the tree house.  There were thirteen boys there, aged six
to 14.  They were all part of a boy club, like most boys are, except theirs
was focused on one thing and one thing only: Rubbing their penises and
making them feel so, so good.

Johnny was there because of one of the key rules of the club.  Any boy who had
taken part in the club's masturbation rituals for three months could bring in
another boy.  Johnny had been brought by his brother, Mike, who was nine.  "It
took me three days to teach him to jerk off," he reported to his fellow
masturbators.  "He kept giggling more than rubbing it, but when he finally got
his rocks off, he wanted to do it again and again.  So I told him about this
place."

A murmur of approval went through the group.  Membership was usually around a
dozen.  Sometimes boys started to discover that they liked girls and no longer
wanted to get naked with their buddies.  Sometimes boys just got too old for
masturbation with little kids.  Some left the club but kept in touch with the
younger members.  It was said in the tree house that member Pete, who was 12,
could make any penis cum with his mouth in 30 seconds or less.  No one ever
spoke to outsiders about the club, though.  That wouldn't have been cool.

The ritual began.  The oldest boy in the group, Barry, who was a few days past
14 and had been a member since a fellow Boy Scout had initiated him into the
joys of masturbation at the age of eight, was sitting on the only piece of
furniture in the tree house, a large chair.  Like all the boys, he was bare
naked, and he sat with his legs spread wide.  One by one, all of the boys,
starting with the youngest, came to the chair, kneeled down, and kissed the tip
of Barry's six-inch dick.  No one remembered why this was a tradition, but it
was.  Barry had an erection that seemed to be throbbing.  A few of the boys kept
their lips on it a bit longer than necessary and were pushed away, though Barry
would happily have had each one of them suck on him in turn.  He didn't know how
long he would be staying with the masturbation club, but he hoped that he
wouldn't be told by the elders too soon that he had to go.  The elders were the
three boys who had originally formed the masturbation club.  They were now 17
and 18 years old, and they interviewed each boy when he reached his 13th
birthday as to whether he wanted to continue with the club and why.  The
expected answer was that the boy felt very sexy watching younger boys
masturbate, and if that was the answer that was given, he was given another six
months with the club. Barry had just passed a second inspection a few months
before and knew that it was quite possibly the last period that he'd be allowed
to be there.

All three of the founders were gay, and lots of times when they masturbated,
they thought about their days back in the club.  Steve, who was 17, was brought
to the tree house by his cousin Jack when he was eight.  Steve wasn't any
slouch.  He learned to masturbate his little cut boy penis when he was seven, so
when Jack told him there was a group of boys who did it together, he was way
ready.  Steve didn't really know what he was thinking about when he rubbed his
little three-incher with the two fingers of his right hand, he just knew that it
felt really, really good, and sometimes in bed he could do it four or five times
in a row, holding his breath the last couple of times to get the big tickling
feeling rushing through his 3'4, 65 pound little body.  As soon as Jack told him
about the club, though, he knew that he wanted to see other boys masturbate
their penises just like he masturbated his.  The night before his first time in
the club house, little Steve was nervous and feeling the wonderful feeling of
his penis getting hard all at once.  He didn't know the words for what was
happening yet, but he knew that it was fantastic.  He rubbed his little penis to
dry orgasm three times thinking about how he was going to rub his little boy
penis to orgasm with other boys, maybe lots of boys, the next night.  Steve
stayed in the club until the day after his 14th birthday, when he finally
realized that he had to go.  That last night, he, as the oldest boy in the
group, allowed those of his fellow masturbators who wanted to lick his rock-hard
penis as much as they wanted while the others stood and watched.  Steve, just
the other day, was one of the ones to learn how well Pete sucked cock.  He was
starting his senior year in high school, he was captain of the wrestling team,
and nobody else on the team knew that he was still a part of a group of young
boys finding out how good it feels to be sexy, at least in spirit.

The second of the elders was Isaiah, a Jewish boy who was now 18.  He was
brought to the club at the age of nine by a friend from school, and he had been
ashamed to be bare naked with other boys and with his penis hard and throbbing
each and every time that it had happened, because he knew that at synagogue,
that kind of thing was frowned on.  He knew he was going to hell, and every time
it came time for one of the club events, he swore that he would not go until the
moment 10 or 15 minutes before the door to the tree house was closed and locked,
when his penis ordered him to go, and he ran.  Of course, when he was smaller,
that meant coming up with a story as to why he was an hour or so late coming
home from school.  The tree house was deep out in the woods and took a bit to
get there, but its isolated location meant that it was very unlikely that anyone
would stumble onto it.  Later, at age 13 and 14, Isaiah claimed more
independence and never said where he was going, though he was still eaten up
inside until that wonderful, terrible moment when he was in the tree house and
all around him boys were pulling T-shirts over their heads, unbuttoning and
unzipping their jeans and shorts, and pulling down their Spiderman or Superman
underwear to show their little penises, many of them already erect and ready to
go.  Isaiah was still an elder of the club out of a sense of duty, and he never
told Steve or the other elder that he still thought of the tree house every
single time that he masturbated his now eight-inch- penis.


The third elder was Brent, who was 17, a boy lover from the top of his head to
the bottom of his feet, which were 6'3 below his head.  Brent first came to the
club in the company of a friend of his when he was seven.  Because he didn't
have any cum, of course, no one in the tree house needed to know that he had
seven dry orgasms in 25 minutes because of all of the naked boys around him that
first sexy night.  Brent had learned to masturbate at the age of five from a
six-year-old neighbor boy.  He rubbed his penis every chance he could from then
on, and when he was taken to the club, he cummed and cummed, and he just kept on
going.  Again and again and again.  And then his penis started to get larger.
And larger.  When he was 13, he had a pretty good bush of hair and a dick that
was nearly seven inches long, and the elders of the day decided that he had to
be lying about his age and kicked him out.  With no good reason, it had to be
said.  Brent was in the eighth grade just like every other 13-year-old in town,
but the thing was that the big-dicked young teenager's presence in the tree
house was starting to cause problems, with boys constantly trying to touch his
dick just to see if it could be real.  Brent rued the day.  He was the son of a
drill sergeant in the army who would have kicked his ass from here to Sunday if
he had known that Brent liked boys.  Luckily, Steve, who was his age and also
the son of a military man, came over after every session in the club house and
described the masturbation so vividly that Brent could visualize it and shoot a
load that always rocketed smack into his face.  Once, Steve's dad almost caught
them rubbing their dicks down in the basement, but they got their jeans back on
in time, and they had left a video game on just in case.  A military one, of
course.  Steve's dad just looked at them for a second and then went back
upstairs.  Brent had been about two seconds from cumming and Steve about five,
but they dared not haul them out again, so that night, when their parents were
asleep, they Skyped each other and whacked off frantically as they typed
memories about the club house and the little boys who masturbated there.  Steve
was particularly good at writing about it.  "Remember that time when Timmy fell
over when he cummed?  Man, I think he was only six years old, but he was a
little horndog, wasn't he?  He always wanted to be first in line to kiss the
elder's dick even when he was older."  Brent would be masturbating while Steve
wrote, and all he could write back was "More! LOL!"  And Steve would go on:
"Man, we had some good times there, didn't we?  All those little guys spanking
their wieners just like the bigger boys did, huh?  Remember how happy they were
every time one of them got cum for the first time?  Dude, I remember your first
squirt.  You were just like 11, weren't you?  Fuck, I was almost 13."  Brent
knew that one more year, he'd be out of high school, and he would be gone from
the house.  He would go to college as far away as he could possibly be, and he
would find every cock that was willing to spend some time with him.  His dad was
thinking that he was going to West Point, and Brent would have been a poster
boy.  6'3, 185 pounds of muscle, blond crew cut, bright blue eyes, perfect
teeth.  Ten-and-a-half inch cock.  Not that West Point would want to know that.
But Brent had known since the age of 13 that he just needed to haul it out, and
almost any boy in his presence would be boned and drooling.  He was going to the
University of Hawaii, which was as far away from dad as he could get.  For the
time being, though, he was an elder of the masturbation club, and he had one
vote out of three as to which boy was too old for the fun.  He was usually in
the minority.  He felt that any teenager who wanted to watch little boys
spanking their tiny monkeys was entitled to do so as long as he wanted.  And
sometimes, after school, he got some of the members of the club to come out in
the woods with him and jerk off together.  Quiet and horny, the little boys
gazing in awe at Brent's big club, and Brent gazing with equal awe at their
little rock-hard boy penises.  In Brent's opinion, watching a kid nine or 10
years old gasping and writhing through a dry orgasm was just about as sexy as it
could be.  He remembered when he was the little kid watching older boys
masturbate.  When he jacked off now, he imagined some of the more beautiful boys
he had whacked with lying in bed with him and masturbating, too.

Back at the tree house, each boy had now kissed Barry's erection, and they could
get down to business.  There were piles of T-shirts, pants and underwear in the
corners of the big space, with a devil's dozen of boys standing in a naked
circle in the middle.  Barry, 14, with a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip
of his raging erection.  Sam, 13, barely five feet tall and hating it, but a
little bantam with the start of some fine muscles on his chest and arms and a
five-inch boner that just wouldn't quit.  Andy and Bill, 12-year-old twins,
identical down to every single detail, just the start of hair around their
four-inch penises and the belief that any day now they would be producing sperm
from their smooth ball sacs.  Pete, also 12, fiery red hair on his head and just
a little bit around his boner, thin as a pencil, but almost five inches long.
Bobby, Barry's younger brother, 12 years old and worshipping everything that his
older brother did, grateful for having been brought to the club at the age of
eight, in awe of Barry's hot teenage body, and ready to do anything for his big
brother, including sucking his dick and, over the last few weeks, learning how
fantastic it felt to have him slip his pole up Bobby's tight asshole.  There was
a lot of all-in-the-family among the boys.  They weren't going on dates, they
were too young for that.  When they were playing ball on the lot or just riding
around on their bikes, none of them knew how to start a conversation that would
lead to another boy pulling his wiener out of his pants.  But in the evening,
after bedtime, when they were tucked in  bed, that was the time that the PJs
could come off and exploring time could begin.  And if there was another kid who
happened to be your brother in the bed on the other side of the room or on the
bunk above you, it was all the better.  You could share.  If you were the older
brother, you could teach, if you were the younger brother you could learn.  You
could experiment together.


Three good 11-year-old friends from the sixth grade at the local school, Tony
the Italian with black hair, deep black eyes and a fiery temper that came and
went just about as often and as regularly as the four-inch boner in his
underwear.  Zack, the youngest of six brothers, brought to the tree house at age
seven by the fourth in line, the three older ones apparently not being
interested in whacking off with a bunch of boys -- something which Zack just
couldn't understand, because it was so much fun, and it gave him so many images
in his head to masturbate to later.  And Rob, so blond that his hair was almost
white, a nice kid, a Boy Scout, and a total addict to rubbing his three-inch
boner anytime he could, including through a hole in his pants pocket at
school.   Rusty, nine years old, another redhead, easily the most popular kid in
the fourth grade, partly because his dad was very rich.  Mike, Johnny's
nine-year-old older brother, bringing his kid brother to the club house for the
first time now and hoping that the little jerk wouldn't  embarrass him by not
being able to get a boner.  He peeked over to Johnny and was relieved to see
that it wouldn't be a problem.  Johnny's nearly three-inch dick was standing
straight up and almost flat against his stomach.  Jonah, also nine, skinny as a
rail, dark hair and green eyes, and a surprising almost five inches of penis
between his legs.  He was hoping for a lot more.  Jonah's older brother Micah,
15 years old, had a baseball bat hanging down between his thighs -- Jonah had
seen it a couple of times, though he didn't dare ask his big brother to touch
it.  And Johnny rounding out the group, excited to be there, knowing that his
three-inch penis was going to love being masturbated while he watched the other
boys.

There wasn't a competition in the tree house.  A couple of times the boys had
tried a speed-jerking contest, but when a boy's penis is still pre-pubescent and
his balls produce no sperm, it's impossible to tell whether a kid is really
having a bone-crushing orgasm or just faking it.  Claims of faking made for bad
blood, so now it was just a chance for some good friends to get together and rub
one out.  Or two, or three.  Whatever.  There were big pillows around the room
for those who wanted to lay back, while others could stand or walk around to get
a better view.   There was little bit of a scuffle between Tony the Italian and
Zack over one of the pillows, but they made peace and both sat down on it, their
legs touching and their shoulders touching as they began to rub their sexy
little penises into sexy little boners.  Little Johnny, nervous and horny (he
didn't know the word horny, but that was exactly what he was), stayed close to
brother Mike until Mike hissed at him to move aside.  By that time Johnny's
penis was urgently demanding to be rubbed and rubbed some more so that it could
make the young boy so, so happy, so Johnny didn't mind plopping down on a pillow
of his own.  He had heard from Mike that the older boys had stuff come out of
their dicks when they cummed, and he was eager to see it, so he alternated his
view among the boys who were older and had some hair around their dicks.  He
wondered how long it would be before he had some.  Mike didn't have any either,
which made Johnny feel better.

Jonah and Rusty, great friends, stood face to face and stared at each other's
penis and the fingers massaging and rubbing it.   Pete was licking his lips as
he rubbed his thin, long penis between two fingers, thinking about how much he'd
like to take ever single dick and pricklet in the room into his mouth to make
his magic.  So far, Steve the elder of the group was the oldest boy whose penis
he had sucked, and he had managed to get a hot load of cum in his mouth in what
he estimated was just about 25 seconds.  Steve was amazed afterward and said
that nobody had ever sucked his dick that good, and Pete was very proud of that
fact.  Andy and Bill, the twins, were sharing an oversized pillow with Sam,
their sexy little bodies squashed together and each of them masturbating with
one hand and tickling another boy's balls with the other to make it feel that
much better.  That was about the extent of what was permitted in the
masturbation club.  Most of the boys in the club knew how good it felt to have a
boy's mouth wrapped around his boner, but this was an event where every penis
had to be on display for anyone who wanted to look at it.  Horny little Rob and
equally horny Bobby were walking around the room, stopping to take a good hard
look at every dick being rubbed.  Nobody minded.  They were all good sex buddies
here.

It took only a few minutes for the first orgasms of the afternoon to start.
Pete was first, trying to look at every boy dick in the tree house at once.  It
was traditional for boys to announce their orgasms when they were cumming, and
so all eyes were on Pete as he arched his back and gurgled with happiness as the
great feeling rushed through his body and a small stream of cum rocketed out of
his penis.  Little Johnny stared in awe as the liquid pooled on Pete's stomach,
and before he knew it, his body was shaking with the fantastic delight of an
orgasm, too.  He didn't even have time to yell it out, so nobody was looking,
but Johnny didn't care.  He knew that at home he could sometimes do it four or
even five times in a row in his bed, and sure enough, when he stopped panting,
his penis was still hard and raring to go.

Next to go were Andy and Bill who, like good twin brothers, did everything
absolutely the same.  "I'm cumming," they both said, and sure enough, the sperm
started seeping out of their swollen cockheads exactly at the same time.  Sam
looked to his left and to his right and said "OK, it's me next."  He scrunched
himself back into the pillow and gasped as the orgasm blasted his muscular
13-year-old body.  Next to him, the twins were whispering him on:  "Shoot it,
Sam!  Make it good!"  It was good.  It was excellent.

That set off something of a chain reaction.  "It's me," called nine-year-old
Rusty exactly at the same time as Jonah right next to him groaned out "I'm
there!", and sexy little boy Rob moaned "My turn," and Barry's brother Bobby
yelled "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!", and Johnny's brother Mike shouted "Me, too,
yeah, me, too!"  The tree house resounded with the gasps and moans of five young
boys masturbating themselves through their dry orgasms all at once.

As soon as their hands stopped flashing up and down their orgasming dicks, Tony
the Italian announced from his pillow, "I'm glad you guys are done.  All eyes on
me now!"  Next to him on the pillow, his good friend Zack added "Yeah, and me,
too!"  Tony and Zack ground their shoulders and hips together as they gave their
boy pricks the last few yanks to put them over the edge.  "I'm cumming," Tony
moaned.  "Mamma mia, I'm cumming hard!"  Zack almost bust out laughing, but he
was cumming too, and he was so glad to be doing it together with his best
friend.  Tony and Zack didn't always just wait for the club to masturbate
together.  In fact every day, when lunch period started, they both disappeared
into the boy's room and into a locked stall to rub their dicks and whisper to
each other how horny and sexy they were.  They always raced to see who could cum
first, and it was a testimony to their friendship that neither one doubted that
the other one was faking it.  Besides, what would be the point to faking it?
Miss having an orgasm?  No way!

That left Barry, the oldest boy, and he had been holding back on purpose,
waiting to watch every other kid in the room bust his nut first.  At the age of
14, Barry wasn't sure whether he was going to end up liking boys or girls, but
he sure did love fucking his brother Bobby's ass, and beating off together with
twelve other boys got him hornier than anything else ever did, so he figured it
was probably gonna be boys.  Right now he was about two seconds away from
cumming as he lightly stroked the top of his shaft with his fingers.  He waited
for all the chatter about how good each boy had just felt to simmer down, and
then he said "OK, dudes, gather round.  Barry's gonna show you his cum!"  The
boys all scrambled to their feet and made a circle around their leader.  "Tell
me how bad you wanna see it," Barry grunted, and immediately he was hearing 12
sexy boys telling him that they wanted him to cum and shoot his load.  Barry let
it continue for a minute or two, reveling in how sexy his friends were making
him feel, and then he gave his six inches the last couple of yanks that were
necessary.  Barry had been saving up his cum for this moment for a couple of
days, and when he finally jammed back into the chair, his legs over the arms,
and let rip his big orgasm, the first spurt of cum jetted right up into his face
and smacked him on the chin.  Barry masturbated feverishly as his teen body
trembled through its sexiness, with five, then six, then seven spurts of cum
splashing all over his flat stomach and pecs.  He couldn't remember ever feeling
so good before.  It was great to be a teenager!

By the time the afternoon was over and every single boy was on the edge of
sexual exhaustion, there had been seventy-three orgasms in the tree house, most
of them dry, some dry because the young pubescent boy's balls had exhausted all
of their contents, and a few depositing sperm on fingers, hands, stomachs and
the floor.  Then the boys all wiped themselves off with the scummy towels that
were in the tree house and, as far as they knew, were never washed and so held
some of the cum of every single boy who had ever masturbated there before.  They
got dressed while giggling, talking and teasing each other.  And then it was
time to go home.  They all knew that there would be a next time, and maybe
someone would bring a new boy.