Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 23:21:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com
Subject: first and last real friends..chapter 11

Read please. From the author: Now that I have you trained to
read my disclaimers, I have a new format; I guess I have to
make this good. This story is winding down. In life your
youthful relationships don't last, but that is always
circumstances. If you are as old as I am, you know what
those circumstances are; they are the fact that we
absolutely were not supposed to be doing any of this shit.
Now if you are my age.a baby boomer.what the fuck is a baby
boomer..then, you can read this totally identifying with
what I say. I know this because that is 90% of the emails I
get about this story. Its like."Oh my god...I did this!
Thank you so much for bringing these memories back to me."
etc. Well hell, you guys who email me know that I don't
bring these memories back to you. You can't get rid of them
because they are the best. You will go to your grave
thinking of your Tommy in your life and wondering where he
is today. For the rest of you under 18, you will never know
what this is about till you become a baby boomer or whatever
the fuck they are calling you. And then you will lament just
like we did. The problem is you can't even read this story
till you get over 18 so go away and do whatever you do that
makes you want to come to nifty and read these stories
illegally. "Huh!" The rest of you in the middle who get to
read this legally and you wonder why us old dudes are so
fucked up, just go watch "Brokeback Mountain."    Now please
enjoy one of my last chapters if, of course, you are too old
to read it.


End of Chapter 10

It wasn't just the couple of shots like Tom had, but I had
loads of it. I had stirred up twelve years of those little
buggers hiding in me, and they all decided to come out to
live on the outside world.

I looked down at what I had done and even though feeling
totally spent of all energy, I could see my accomplishment
lying on my stomach. And that wouldn't be the last time I
did that. In fact it became a regularity that follows me to
this day. Hell once, twice, three times a lady..hmmm.no I
will change that song to: once, twice three times a boy.
Have a boy, think of a boy. That works for me.



First and Last Real Friend    Chapter 11


My life had changed forever with that fateful night of
cumming sperm. I had discovered the mysteries of the mind. I
had found the deep dark secrets of my mind. I had accessed
the zone in my brain that connects to my dick causing my
orgasm, which releases my sperm.  All I had to do was think
correctly. It really wasn't Tom at all. It was what I
thought of Tom that worked.

Ok, you got me. I didn't figure the connection out till I
was in my late twenties, but I did figure out how to cum on
command even though I didn't know the psychological part yet
till later. Of course, I called Tom the next day and told
him. I don't know why I didn't see him at school, but I
remember calling him on the phone instead. As I said the
rest of the year was pretty much a blur. I know you aren't
going to believe this, but I have no other memory of Jim
either. I was raped, for all practical purposes, but never
carried it on in my mind or thought about him again. I
presume I just stopped talking to him and why the fuck would
he want to talk to me. He had his dad and all the other boys
to relate with.

The next memory comes from the weekend date with Ron. I am
afraid I am not proud of it. It bothers me a little to this
day, but it isn't bad nor were my few encounters with Ron
after it bad at all. It is just .well, forget it.let me just
tell you what happened.

I kept jacking off nightly and having sperm. I remember in
the bathtub the Friday night before the night with Ron,
Jerry was on his side porch, which was directly across from
my bathroom window. I stood up in the tub, and we had a
friendly chat. I was rubbing my dick as we talked, and he
asked what I was doing so I guess it was obvious. I said
nothing, and he laughed and pointed down at his dick.
Frankly I couldn't see a thing. Jerry was fat remember and
fat kids seem to have small dicks, but just looking down at
his dick and thinking about what his dick might look like
made me cum. I shot my sperm on the tile wall under the
bathroom window.

God, had I perfected this thing. Jerry saw me stiffen up as
I came, and he laughed again, I am sure he wished he had
been in the tub with me. I said in the usual post cumming
male way,  "I have to finish bathing and go to bed."  My god
this is the last memory I have of Jerry. Is the only way we
remember things this long ago because they are attached to
sex?

The next day Ron came over midday, He was acting soooo gay.
Well can I say he was fem. We didn't have either of those
words then and I don't want to say he was queer acting
because that would be derogatory. He pranced around my house
and just acted like he wanted to get right down to it at any
moment. Of course, we both knew that the only thing we were
getting together for was for sex. Tom and he had set it up.

Out of nowhere, my mother said, "I half to go to the store,
you guys play nice while I am gone."

I looked at the side of the house as my mother pulled out in
our black 58 Impala Chevy. What a fucking car that was. I
got a ticket doing 125 when I was 18 in it. Sorry.just an
aside.

I shut the curtains and sat on our couch. Tom was standing
obsequiously in front of me as I said, "Hmmm, I hear you and
Tom have been doing things together."

"Yeah," he said, "And you have been doing things with him
too haven't you?"

"Yeah, we have. Do you want do some things with me." I
asked, feeling in control of the situation.

"What do you wanta do?" Ron asked.

"I said, "Take off your shoes and socks." Ron did this with
no hesitation.

"Ok, now take off your shirt." Ron began to squirm a little
as I watched him, but he dutifully unbuttoned his shirt and
took it off dropping it on the chair next to the couch. Tom
was a tall boy but had ample baby fat, which filled him out
rolling slightly over his pants.

"Ok, now take off your pants." I said firmly to Ron.

"Aren't you going to take off something first?"  Ron asked
before taking another step in our game.

"No, I want to see if you really want to do this first, but
I promise, cross my heart, to take everything off as soon as
you go first."

This is the part that bothered me. Why was I asking for this
commitment? Ron squirmed and looked rather embarrassed, but
he slowly opened his belt and unzipped his zipper. I was
beginning to shake as this was only the third boy I would
have seen nude. My dick stood to attention, and I adjusted
it in my pants. I spread my legs so Ron would see I was
hard. I liked telling him what to do in a sort of S&M way,
but I wanted him to know I was going to be a willing
participant soon.

Ron dropped his pants and stepped out of them and put them
on the chair. There he stood with a dick that inside his
underwear didn't appear any bigger than Tom's and mine. I
was transfixed on Tom's bulge now and was starting to get
that faint feeling.

 "Ok, take off your underwear," I ordered Ron to do.

Ron was very nervous now and started to take his underwear
off but turned at the last minute exposing his butt to me
instead of his dick. I stood up and started to undress as I
told him to turn around. Ron turned around exposing another
cut dick about the same size and shape as mine and Tom.  Ron
had a huge growth of pubes over his cock though, and they
looked good. It made him look older.

I finished undressing in seconds and said, "Ok, come over
and lie on the couch, and we can jack each other off." I
ordered this to keep my control over the situation. I needed
control not only for my new found aggression that excited me
but to be prepared to get both of us out of the living room
fast if I heard the car come in the driveway.

Ron came over not touching his cock while I watched and
jacked my dick off as he brushed by me and sat next to me.
As he sat down to my left, I said. "You jack me off."

Ron reached with his right hand and placed it on my dick. I
was staring at his pubes, which fascinated me. His hand on
my cock sent me through the roof with pleasure, and I spread
my legs allowing him full access. This was the first jack
off I had done with someone since I had figured out how to
get to my sexual zone in my brain. I was going to cum
quickly, if I kept my attention on myself so I reached over
and tried to put my right hand on Ron's hard dick.

The position was too awkward so I said, "Lie down so we can
do this better."

Ron lay back and opened his legs wide as if to accept me for
something else. I got between his legs and started again to
jack him off. In a few short days, I had become an expert as
all boys do. Ron was loving what I was doing to him, and he
had me feeling pretty good too but not at the point of
cumming. I looked over his body and watched him as he lay
back with his eyes closed moving his hips up and down with
my jacking. I looked at his smooth skin, but he seemed too
over-weight and showed little in the way of muscles. My mind
compared him to Jim who was gorgeous, but I hated him now
and cleaned my mind of that image. I thought of Tom being
under me and us doing this new position.

Ron looked like he was getting close, and I didn't want him
to beat me to it. I said, "Let's do ourselves." I took my
hand off him and started jacking myself off. Ron did the
same. I looked down at his pubes and something was triggered
in my brain by seeing him jack off a cock surrounded by
gorgeous brunette pubes. I stared right at this and then put
my left arm to Ron's side and leaned over him keeping my eye
on his dick and hair. I wanted my sperm to unload on him all
over his cock, hair and chest.

That last thought did it, and I came, hitting Ron with one
or two initial shots of my sperm which sent him off, and he
stiffened his back and jammed his legs up into me and let
out a scream like a little girl. His cum went everywhere on
him with the first shot shooting past my face into his own.
It was voluminous and my juice on his body seemed to be
washed away by his.

I just sat up and could smell a strong bleachy smell. It was
not a good smell, I thought at the time, and that moment
stayed with me for years, as I didn't take cum in my mouth
until into my thirties.  It's amazing how impressionable our
first experiences are with sex.

Ron was totally spent as I could imagine, and I had to go
get the entire role of toilet paper for him to clean up. I
told him just a second and with my dick going back down now.
I ran to the bathroom and brought back the tissue and
watched as he cleaned himself.

"Phil, that was great. You really jack off good." Ron
complimented me.

Without thanking for my compliment, "I just asked. "How did
you have so much sperm?"

Ron replied, "You just don't jack off for a few days and it
saves up. I knew I was coming here, and I really wanted to
be horny with you. I have thought about you all week and
just didn't jack off. The problem is if you don't jack off a
couple of times a day, you get hard when you are out."

"Yeah, the jacking off has been working for me this week. I
just go to school and I don't think about my dick or look at
the boys funny and everything is fine. I still have another
week before swim class to practice. When do you have
swimming?" The swimming and trying not to get hard-ons had
become obsessive thinking for Tom and me. Ron had become our
savior, as he had figured all this out for us. I guess
sexual intelligence comes along with pubes.

"I start Monday so I gotta do a lot of jacking off today and
tomorrow. I hope you wanta do it some more today?" Ron asked
me.

"Yeah but let's go out and play catch or something." This
was the athlete in me as I was just as much obsessed with
sports as with this new found jacking off game."

We both dressed quickly, and I opened the curtains and
grabbed a couple of gloves and a baseball. My god, I had
never really paid much attention to Ron's throwing ability.
He threw like a girl and could only catch the ball if his
glove caught it for him. We saw Jerry and waved, but he
didn't like Ron, I guess because he was kind of a fat kid
too but everyone liked Ronny.

My mother came back from the store, and we played outside
for another half hour when Ron came up to me and whispered.
"I gotta jack off again. Where can we go?"

"Huh, well, I guess in the garage." Tom and I had tried our
blowjobs in there, which didn't work, but I am sure the
jacking off would work. We went into the garage and both of
us dropped our pants. Ron was hard, but I wasn't. This was
kind of weird I thought, but we started to jack each other
off.

I just wasn't getting very hard and Ron said, "Get behind me
and jack me off. Put your dick up my crack." Suddenly the
S&M game had changed, and I was on the brunt of the orders.

I did what he told me and got behind him. My cock was hard
enough now to fit up into his crack, and I reached around
Ron and jacked him with my right hand. This was almost like
doing it to myself. It was a strange position, but it was
easy for me to do as jacking him like this was like doing it
to myself.

While I jacked him, Ron had taken his hands behind him and
grabbed my butt pulling on me so that my dick pressed
tightly inside his butt cheeks. It felt good and I was
plenty hard enjoying the touching sensation. I might even
have humped him a little bit but was more concentrating on
getting him off cause I wasn't the least bit interested in
cumming now.

It didn't take me long at all, and I could feel Ron's cock
jerking in my hand. I felt cum on my hand and when he
released me, I looked to see what was there. Ron had shot
onto the dirty garage floor, but I couldn't tell how much
this time as the dirt absorbed it quickly. I grabbed an old
rag and cleaned off my hand and took a broom to rest of the
evidence, and we were off to the house before my mother got
suspicious.

We stayed in the house the rest of the afternoon and watched
television and played monopoly, several games of cards, and
a couple of games of Sorry. Ron was not playing any game too
well and was no competition as his mind was somewhere else.
Monopoly would have usually taken Tom and me all afternoon,
as we would figure out ways to keep it going. Ron asked me
near the end of the game when he landed on my Park place
with a hotel, "Do you wanta go jack off."

I couldn't think of an excuse to go outside to tell my
mother or to go to the room because all the good TV shows
were on like Sky King followed by the Lone Ranger and my
mother would wonder why we left the television. I said, "We
can't till after the television is over or my mom will
wonder what we are doing."

"Oh, yeah, ok, but I gotta go to the bathroom and do a quick
one." Ron told me this and stood up to leave.  I now noticed
his bulge as he pranced away to the bathroom.

I felt really badly I couldn't go with him because isn't
this what friends are for- to help out in times of need? But
at the same time, I was beginning to wonder about Ron. Damn,
I liked the jacking off, but that is like three times in a
few hours. I kind of thought this is a once or twice a day
thing. Maybe he had just waited too long to go and was
having to catch up. This whole thing was such a new but
exciting learning process for me.

That evening after dinner, Ron and I excused ourselves to my
room, as we wanted to build card houses, which I loved to
do. I told Ron about Tom and my first jack off session while
bowling, and he thought that was a good idea instead and so
we would alternate bowling and jacking ourselves off. During
one of my turns bowling, Ron came again in his hand. There
was not a lot of sperm this time and I didn't smell anything
either. This time Ron just rubbed what he had on his balls,
dick and chest.

This got me really hot watching him rub some into his pubes,
and I stood up and asked him to jack me off from behind like
I had done him earlier in the garage. Ron's face lit up, and
he got behind me and with his dick up against my crack, he
reached around me with his big arms and jacked and jacked
for what seemed the longest time. I finally thought of Tom
and me doing this and thought it was Tom's dick and hairy
cock rubbing up against me and let out my sperm from its
hiding place in a few quick jerks and then a couple of
dribbles. I had caught my sperm in my hand and was thinking
what I should do with it when Ron said, "Please, rub it into
me."

That was quite a thrill, and I rubbed the first glob into
his pubes, which were definitely becoming a huge fetish for
me. The white stuff just kind of globed up, and it took me
several rubs to get the hairs dried out and move the stuff
around into his chest.

I think at this point I was so light headed from the day of
sex that I just wanted to get in bed early and maybe do some
back and butt rubs and call it a day. I was running half the
cums now of Ron as he was up to 4 times and I was at 2 so I
figured we should be about done for the day.

I went to the living room and told my mother and, I guess,
my dad who was probably home by then from real estate  that
we were tired and were getting in bed early to read. This
would keep her from bothering us. My mother never cared if I
went to bed early as she thought I needed sleep to stay
healthy and she said, "Well you have played hard today, and
you guys should get some rest."

Yeah, we had hardly played today except with our cocks so
that statement had become so hackneyed that I never paid
attention to it anymore.

When I got back to the room, Ron was already up in bed in
his underwear, and he fucking had a hard-on. I said, "My god
Ron how many times can you do it in a day."

"My record is seven. I just love to do it all I can."

"Yeah well, I don't think I can jack off again but we can
give massages if you want." I told him this because I was
enjoying this game, but I did like to do other things than
jack off and massages at this point didn't seem that sexual
to me.

We were able to take off our clothes and sleep nude because
my mother wouldn't bother us now. I dropped my pants and
underwear exposing my limp dick and Tom immediately
followed, exposing his totally erect cock. I got in bed
staring at his pubes in hopes of getting hard but I just
couldn't. This jacking off thing was working too good for me
at this point for keeping the hard-on thingy under control.

We exchanged massages back and forth several times. Ron did
get soft for a while and I enjoyed seeing how his limp dick
nestled in his soft pubic hairs. We stopped and talked and
then read some magazines and then went back to it later. It
was fun, felt good and was sexy, but there was just
something about Ron that I couldn't explain that kept him
from being another Tom.

I couldn't wait to tell Tom about the evening and ask him if
Ron came this much when they were together. On our last
massage of the evening, I guess Ron couldn't stand it and he
asked me if he could hump my butt and try to cum. I said,
"Yeah, sure," because nothing was sacred anymore. My
position I loved to do with Tom would just have to be done
by Ron too, as he was one hell of a sex buddy if nothing
else.

The rhythm of Tom's humping on my ass brought my erection
out again. I was able to get a good sensation with my cock
on the bed, but I just couldn't think of anything exciting
enough to reach a third orgasm for the day. After Ron's
fifth cum and the sperm from this one being wiped all around
my butt, I just said, "I am tired." With that statement, I
let Ron go off to his side of the bed.

I don't know if Ron reached his record that night jacking
off while I was asleep. I, also, don't remember if I heard
Jerry outside maybe peaking in on us, but it had been quite
a day for sex. I would have preferred Tom any day and
wondered during my last waking images if we could have a day
like this soon.