Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2017 08:58:24 -0500
From: kenneth rodman <kenneth8rodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Jacks III

			       THE JACKS III

"YEAHHHHH!" He yelled, his bunghole spasmed on my finger and the first
spurt was mostly clear precum. His face was all screwed up as though he was
in pain while he squeezed my finger and the cum gushed. A lot more than I
had produced, and then his face relaxed, his asshole became quiet and he
looked down at his belly awash with jizz. "Sheesh, I must have needed
that," he said. I told him I enjoyed it too, "But your pooper damn near
broke my finger when you came."

We cleaned up and I got dressed and boogied out. My empty limp cock just
wasn't that interested in watching the action now.

It was a long month until the next Jacks meeting but here I was again,
naked and hard as a brick. It was a bigger group this time and I wandered
around looking for a playmate when an older guy with a smaller half hard
dong came up and said, "My name's Pat and that boner looks like it needs
attention.. Could I be of assistance?" I told him yes, but I just got here
and didn't want to cum yet. "So talk to me and tell me when your orgasm is
nigh," he said. Jeez he sounded like a Harvard English teacher. He greased
up his fingers with lube from a nearby table and used all five finger tips
simultaneously to engulf my cockhead and gently rubbed it up and down. " My
what a lovely big glans. Does it enjoy my ministrations?" He asked. I told
him if he were really a minister I would attend his church on a daily
basis.

"My gonads are overfilled and would appreciate a little jiggle," he
said. His organ was now sticking straight out and not at all
undersized. His balls were big and as hard as his dick. I lubed my
forefinger and began to gently rub the underside of his cockhead. In no
time a droplet of precum oozed from his piss slit and I wiped it off with
my other forefinger and took it to my tongue. Delicious! Silence for a
couple of minutes, then he asked me to stroke him. So I lubed my whole
hand, held his pecker firmly and began to stroke. His eyes were now closed,
his smile was wide, and he said, "Slowly, Lad, slowly...I don't want to pop
yet, that feels too good not to last."

  He had stopped rubbing my helmet but his orgasm didn't. "EEEEEAAAHH!" He
yelled and his jizz squirted all over my leg. A lot! He just stood there
when the spurts quit, staring at his now dripping boner. "Wow, I owe you a
good one. That was terrific!" He said. Now my tool was dripping precum and
he reached down to retrieve it on his is finger. "You taste even better
than you whack a cock," he said. He offered to get me off but I wasn't
ready to end the program for the day.

   There was smallish, maybe 5'6" with a ponytail and cute who walked into
the room and began looking around. His cock was small, limp but hanging
above a nice pair of oversized 'nads. When I got close I could swear he had
plucked his eyebrows and did he have a little lipstick on? No doubt about
his chest, he had a pair of ? thirteen year old tits! I was curious as hell
and introduced myself. His name was Timmy and he had a nice smile. As he
looked around the room at all the action his dickie swelled and pointed up
about 45 degrees from horizontal. It was no longer a dickie, it was a very
nice Dick about six inches long.

     I told him I'd been here a couple of time but I had never seen him
before and he said, "It's my first time. I was sort of curious to see what
it was like and it's pretty gross." I told him I probably didn't know him
well enough to ask, but he seemed to have a cute pair of adolescent boobs
and how come?"  He smiled and said, "My hormone mix. I'm transgendered and
I'm a girl. And this girl has seen enough, I'm hungry and I'm outa here." I
told her I was ready to go too and it was past my dinner time. I offered to
take her to my fave pizza joint and she took me up on it.

     She had taken a cab to The Jacks meeting and she was happy for the
ride. We talked in the car and over some decent red wine waiting for our
pizza. She was new to town, having come from a little town downstate to
learn the home decorating business. Her story was interesting. She had
realized as a little kid that she was a girl in a boy's body. Her family
was understanding but demanded she become twenty one until she started
hormones and truly made the transition. I told here we had something in
common because I was 26 this year and had just come to the realization I
was gay or at least bisexual. "Sort of conflicted. I enjoy women, being
with them, their thoughts, looks, personalities etc. but I'm totally
fascinated by erect penises. So you are possibly the best of both worlds,"
I said.

     The wine flowed and continued after the pizza was downed. She had
loosened up a bit as we traded stories and the wine probably helped. "I had
always wanted a tiny penis, more like a clitoris, but I guess I'm stuck
with what I have," she said. I told her it was a magnificent clitty and she
should be proud of it. After a silence I asked her to tell me about her
first orgasm. "Well, that would be a wet dream, but I suppose you a mean an
awake one," she said. I nodded yes. She grinned and said, "You tell me
yours and maybe I'll tell you mine."

      So I told her it was just after my thirteenth birthday and I popped a
woody daydreaming in a study hall at school. When it was time to leave a
kid I barely knew looked down at the tent in my pants and said something
like "Looks like it's time to fix that thing." I told him I didn't know
what he was talking about and he wrapped one fist around the index finger
of his other hand and jacked the finger. I still couldn't understand what
he was getting at so he told me to follow him into the bathroom. We went
into a stall, he dropped trou and he had a small but very hard peter. He
wanted me to drop my pants too. I did, he reached over and started stroking
my boner. It felt terrific but in less than a minute I had this scary
sensation and a few seconds later I exploded. My knees buckled and I damn
near fell into the toilet. I had squirted all over the floor and on one of
his shoes.

      Then he told me to do him to see if I did it right so I did and he
gave me a few pointers. When he popped is was more of a gush than a spurt
but more volume than mine. "Do that a couple times a week and you won't get
so many boners when you don't want them," he said.

      "Well, my first time was a little different but wow, what a
sensation! I'll never forget it," she said.

			      TO BE CONTINUED