Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2017 16:01:50 -0400
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Jacks

				THE JACKS I

 As I drove I was musing. I guess I'm bisexual. Or maybe gay. I started out
searching for bare pussies on the Internet and gradually was looking for
hard cocks. And the most enjoyable was a pretty tyranny with a big hardon.

 The only pussy I had dealt with was so stinky I lost my erection. Talk
about turnoff! Then I stumbled on a website for a group called The
Jacks. They were guys who met a couple of times a month, naked, to jack
each other off. The beauty of it was that they were located in a large
university town about an hour's drive from home. So here I was, driving
along with a boner, to my first meeting.

 The room was shabby, above a tavern in a shabby part of town. A naked guy
at the door was collecting ten bucks to cover the snacks, lube, sodas and
rent. The floor was covered with sheets and about twenty men in various
stages of erection, mostly complete, were standing around jacking one
another off in various sized groups from two to five. I was directed to
another room where I could deposit my clothes. I passed a table where a man
was lying getting his pubes shaved and another table where a man was lying
and being massaged in various areas, always his cock, by four guys jacking
each other off.

 I got undressed and walked back into the main room. There were two young
men stroking each other and one waved me over to join them. "Handsome
organ. I like the way that big head's pointing up at the ceiling," the
blonde guy said. And he reached down and began to gently stroke my
cock. "I'd love to suck it, but that's not allowed here," he said. The
other man was short and stocky with a thick dong and I began to massage his
boner. Now we were each with a dick in our paws.  Silence for a couple of
minutes and then shorty started to moan, "OK, take it slow I'm about to
pop." Silence for a minute or two and then very quietly he said, "Getting
close now. Oh yeah I'm gonna.....o,o,OH YESS!" And his cock began to gush
cum. Some landed on my foot, another first for the day. The sensation of
his woody throbbing in my hand while I watched his splooge flow was an
added joy.

 When his orgasm finally ended I released his cock, he smiled, thanked me,
and wandered off toward the bathroom.  Then I spotted a face I
recognized. He was a fire and brimstone preacher from my hometown. The kind
of idiot who would council teen age boys that masturbation was a sure path
to hell. I only went to one of his sermons, it was awful, and sitting in
the back row of his church he would never recognize me. He was eagerly
fondling the cock of a young man about twenty years his junior.  The
reverend's organ was about three inches long erect. I was tempted to say
"Good afternoon reverend, you certainly have a silly little penis." but I
held my tongue.

        In the corner was a very young guy. Looked about sixteen but I knew
the man at the door wouldn't let a kid in. He was small, maybe 5'6",
redhead, and cute as hell. He had thick glasses on and somehow it made him
even cuter. He was standing with his hand over his organ and he looked a
little scared. I walked over, smiled, told him my name was Dan and asked
his name. "Tim," he answered, and his smile was warm. I reached out to
shake his hand, having noted his right hand covered his cock, and when he
rook my hand I looked down to see a semihard maybe five inch cock.  "It's
my first time here and I don't know, uh, what to do," he said.

      I told him it was my first time too and asked him if I could stroke
his weenie. He very quietly said, "I'd like that. And could I touch yours?"
He did, and his cock was, in three heartbeats, hard and sticking straight
out. It was a good six inches now and quite big for his small
stature. Silence reigned for maybe thirty seconds while we stroked and
stared at each other's boners. Then he let out a very quiet, "oooohhh." His
cock throbbed in my hand and began to gush jizz. A lot, and much more than
his small frame promised. "Thank you," he said, let go of my woody and
headed for the dressing room.

      I was leaking precum by now and more than ready to dump my load. I
went over to the table where the guy was getting massaged. His left nipple
was waiting for a little rubbing and an older man who was massaging the
man's balls reached over and without an introduction began to fondle my
very hard dick. He was gentle, not stroking me and after a minute said,
"Your boner is dripping and telling me it wants to cum. Am I right?" He
said. I nodded and he began to rub the precum round and round on my
cockhead.  Damn but that felt good! Watching all the hard dicks in the room
and his expert touch brought me to my second favorite thing in the world,
that feeling of imminent ejaculation.  The pressure in my pelvis rapidly
increased, my cockhead was so hard the skin looked like it might split and
then WHAM! My first jet of splooge erupted and landed on the leg of the guy
lying on the table. My stroker released my cock and watched it dance and
squirt. It was one of the strongest orgasms I could remember and it was
over far quicker than I wished. My stroker turned and said, "Quite a load,
you must have really needed that."

       The room was even more populated than when a I arrived. It was fun
looking at all the cocks but having shot my wad it was much less
interesting than when when I was boned up.  So I got dressed and left for
home.

			      TO BE CONTINUED