Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 21:37:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: German Jerk off

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German Jerk Off

My name is Jimmy.  This happened to me right after I turned thirteen and my
dad was reassigned to a NATO duty station.  I was an Army brat and my
family lived in Germany in the early 1980s.  My father was an officer and
we lived off base in a house in Heidelberg.  I went to the American school
on base, but I played soccer in the local youth league.  I had fooled
around before with a few of my friends in the United States, mainly just
showing each other our dicks on the playground or in the woods.  A few
times we were erect when we showed each other our penises, but that was as
far as it went.  I learned how to masturbate on my own right before I
turned twelve years old, but I never did it with anyone else until I moved
to Germany.

I'd become friends with a few of the German kids that were on my soccer
team, made up of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds.  They spoke English
pretty well, but I couldn't speak much German at that point.  Two guys I
became pretty good friends with were Peter and Hans.  Peter was thirteen
and Hans was fourteen.

Peter had short dark blond hair that brushed forward; his eyebrows were
dark, however.  He had hazel, almost-brown eyes.  Peter had kind of a goofy
grin on his face most of the time, I think because his teeth kind of went
in slightly different directions.  In part, because his hair was cropped
short on the side of his head, Peter's ears stuck out.  He was definitely
thin, wiry and muscular with very white skin.  His belly button was an
"outie."  I would've said that Peter was cute, but not handsome.

Hans, on the other hand, wasn't as good-looking.  While he was very blonde
and had dark blue eyes, just as you would imagine somebody from Germany
would look, his head was very square and his nose, while not prominent, was
blocky and large.  Under his honker Hans had the beginnings of a mustache;
you could see the just-darkening hair on his upper lip.  He was a little
taller than Peter and me, but probably only 10 pounds or so heavier.  He
wasn't as thin as Peter, but he was fit and muscular in an adolescent way.
Hans had an "innie" belly button.  Hans wasn't as smart as Peter and me,
not that we were geniuses, but he kind of went along with what Peter and
others suggested.

To describe myself briefly: I was about Peter's height and size, but not as
lean.  I had an "innie" belly button, but more from a bit of remaining
childhood plumpness.  I was definitely a little more muscular than Peter.
I had not too long, dark brown, almost black, hair and dark brown eyes.

One afternoon we all ended up at Peter's house after soccer practice.  His
parents weren't home and we sorted goofed around, ate snacks and talked
while looking at TV in the rec room.  After a bit, Peter said something to
Hans in German.  They talked rapidly back and forth for a bit, too fast for
me to follow with what little German I knew.  They both seemed to arrive at
some sort of decision.

"Hans has something he wants to ask you," Peter said with a smile on his
face.

"Nein ich nicht!"  Hans objected vociferously.  "Ist es Ihre Idee."

"What?"  I wondered.

"Hans wishes to...," Peter said slowly, drawing it out.

"Nein ich nicht!"  Hans was even louder and more animated in his denial.

"What?"  I asked again.

"Hans wants to jerk you off," Peter said really fast.

"Du Lugner!"

Hans lunged over grabbing Peter and started punching him.  Peter was
laughing.  Hans really punched him a few times, but then sort of just
pushed him into the couch.

"Hey, quit it!"

Peter half-heartedly punched back and pushed Hans off of him.

"You are the one that wants to do it.  It was your idea," Hans petulantly
retorted.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask him you big baby," Peter shot back.

Peter looked over to me.

"Sometimes, after practice, when my parents aren't home, we like to jerk
off," Peter explained.  "We were wondering if you wanted to do it with us."

Wow, I wasn't expecting anything like this happening five minutes earlier.
I definitely was interested.

"Yeah, I'll do it."

"Great.  I'll go first," Peter volunteered.  He had a wicked leer on his
face.

Peter stood up and reached up under his untucked soccer jersey and pulled
his dick out.  I think my jaw almost dropped.  Peter had a big cock.  It
was like three or four inches long and fat.  It was really white and his
foreskin clung close to the large head and formed a perfect slanted angle
at the end.  I was so impressed with his cock that, if Peter hadn't had
about the same beginning pubes that I had, I might have missed noticing
them at all.  Peter jerked it a few times and then put it away quickly and
sat down.

"Okay Hans, it's your turn," Peter said.

Hans got up and pulled his jersey up and his shorts down.  Hans hung
everything out over his waistband.  His cock was different.  First of all
it wasn't as long as Peter's, even though Hans was a year older.  He was
uncut as well; the tip of his glans protruded slightly from the reddened
ring of his foreskin.  The head of his cock wasn't much bigger in diameter
than the shaft.  I could see some hair on his scrotum as it draped loosely
over his elastic waistband and, on each side of Han's shaft, a very dark
patch of curly hair.  It surprised me that it was as dark as my own; I
thought, as blonde as Hans was that his pubic hair would be blonde as well.
He gave his shaft a number of strokes and then put his stuff away.

"All right, now it's your turn," Hans said.

I stood up and dropped my shorts to mid thigh.  I was younger than both
Peter and Hans and my circumcised two inch didn't really hang down like my
other two friends.  My scrotum hadn't filled out as much either.  It looked
like I did have about as much curly pubic hair as Peter, but that may have
been because mine was dark black.

Many times before I masturbated after school, I had a routine to begin my
fun.  First, after stripping down, I used my thighs to flip my cock and
balls up and down forcefully.  I found it stimulating to feel my cock head
slap hard against my abdomen.  Then I would swing my hips side to side,
flinging my dick as it lengthened.  I automatically went into my dance
before my soccer pals and my penis began to lengthen a bit.  I stopped
after a short interval and displayed my now three inch hanging dick.  I was
pretty white and my shaft had only darkened somewhat at this point in my
life; therefore my glans contrasted strongly with a blueish purple hue.
Just above you could see a prominent brown line, my circumcision scar.

"Hans," Peter asked, "have you ever seen a circumcised cock before?"

"Ja," Hans replied, "I saw Marty's, remember?"

"Oh yeah, that's right I forgot about him."

"Who's Marty?"  I asked.

"It was a kid in primary school, you didn't know him," Peter answered.

"His was the only circumcised cock I've seen," Hans stated.

"Yes, me also," Peter concurred.

"Well, you can take a good look at mine if you want to," I said
half-jokingly, hoping it would encourage my two buddies.

"I definitely want to," Peter replied, "let us strip first, though."

"Are you sure your parents aren't gonna come home soon?"  I queried
cautiously.

"Not for another hour at least," Peter answered confidently.  "Don't worry;
we can hear the front door open with plenty of time."

It took us all of about a minute to strip naked.  Shoes, shorts, jerseys
and underwear all ended up in a pile right where we stripped off.  The only
thing we had left on was our socks.

"Let's sit on the couch.  Jimmy, you get in the middle," Peter directed.

I felt kind of guilty sitting on Peter's parent's couch as none of us had
showered after practice and we were still kind of sweaty.  It was one of
those plasticky, Naugahyde-type of couches, though.  I could feel myself
sticking to the vinyl fabric as I sat down.

"Let's make each other hard," Peter suggested.

All three of us had chubbed up a little already.  Peter leaned over and
grabbed my dick and started jerking it, pretty hard actually.  I reached
for his first and, gently in my case, stroked an uncut cock for the first
time.  The skin under my fingertips slid smoothly over his glans.  I liked
the feel.  Peter's cock was fat.  I liked that too.  We both started to get
hard.

"Hey, what about me," Hans complained.

I turned and reached for Hans' member.

"Let me do him, Peter," Hans asserted, pushing Peter's hand away from my
swelling penis.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Peter's doing it too hard."

Peter immediately apologized.  Hans used his fingertips in a very careful
manner, almost like he didn't want to touch a snake.  I was almost totally
hard by this point so Hans was fingering my circumcised head for the most
part.  I stroked Hans with my left hand, the one I usually don't use to
masturbate, so it was awkward.

"Do me, too," Peter requested.

I reached over and took hold of Peter's lengthy member.  I was really
digging being naked, pressed between my naked friends, and having a hard
cock in each hand.  Soon Peter reached over to do Hans and then Hans
reached over to do Peter.  We giggled and laughed like – well, like
schoolboys doing something naughty and forbidden, which we were.
Eventually it became a grabfest and we weren't doing a very effective job
stroking.

We came to a natural pause in the action.  We, one at a time, spontaneously
shoved our hips up off the couch displaying our hardons proudly for
approval.  I looked closely at my friend's erections and they did the same.
Peter's was the biggest, a six-inch-long, beautifully upward curved boner,
and a true work of art.  Hans' was five inches, but he didn't get as hard
as Peter and me.  Actually, Hans seemed to quickly go half limp every time
we stopped.  Me?  I was a rock hard four and half inches, standing straight
up from horniness.  This was great, could it get any better?  It was about
to.

Peter looked over at Hans and, with a big smile and a slight sideways jerk
of his head, said, "Come on, Hans, let's show him."

After taking about a half second to decide, Hans agreed with a jovial,
"Okay."

Peter and Hans got up and stood in front of the couch. Peter wiggled his
cock a little in his hand and then Hans reached out for it and did the same
to his pal. Then, not three feet in front of me, Hans bent down and took
Peter's cock in his mouth. Holy shit!  Even though my boner was fully hard,
it seemed to stiffen even more. I could feel my balls pull up tighter. Hans
only sucked it for about ten or fifteen seconds before he pulled off. Peter
then tugged a few times sliding his foreskin back. Hans went back down,
holding Peter's cock in the fingers of his right hand and just worked the
head for about ten seconds. Hans pulled off again and Peter, grinning from
ear to ear, jerked his glistening rod showing it off to Hans and me.  My
expression was one of awe and amazement.

After suitable interval Hans piped up, "Okay, now my turn."

Peter bent down and took Han's semi-limp meat in two fingers and slid them
slowly back and forth exposing Han's reddened cockhead before taking it
between his lips. Hans's balls hung down, still loose in his ruddy
scrotum. Again my other soccer pal only sucked for about ten or fifteen
seconds. Peter wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Damn, Hans! You taste really gamy," Peter criticize good-naturedly.

Hans laughed. I looked at Han's wet cock; it still wasn't fully hard. To be
honest, I was thinking about what it would be like to put it in my mouth
and what it would taste like. I was sort of thinking the same thing about
Peter's peter, too. I would get the chance in the future to suck both of my
teammates, but not today.

"Hey, Hans, why don't you suck Jimmy?" Peter suggested.

Hans didn't answer before Peter turned to me and asked, "Have you ever had
your dick sucked?"

I literally gulped, "N-n-no."

"You're going to like it," Peter declared, "Stand up."

I did. My dick stood up as hard as it could be, too. It was dripping
pre-come.

"Come on, Hans, do him."

Hans reached down and wiped the clear fluid from my dickhead. My balls
contracted, I could feel the congestion in my sack. I was so turned on that
I almost couldn't breathe.

Hans went down and put my cock in his mouth. I gasped out loud.

"Ahhh!"

My hips went forward and my head went back. My eyes scrunched closed. It
was hot and wet, but what I really felt was an intense tingling over every
square millimeter of my hard penis. I opened my eyes and, after a second,
looked over Peter who was laughing. My eyes must've been as round as
saucers.

"Be careful, Jimmy," Peter warned, "You look like you're going to fall
over."

"Shit!" I said holding my breath, trying not to come, "I think... I think
I'm gonna come!"

Hans pulled off my dick, reached down, and started masturbating my stiff,
wet shaft and purple cockhead with his fingertips. I could feel his pinky
just brushing the erect hairs and the raised line on my tightly wrinkled
scrotum. I came.  Hard.

"Ohhh ... Fuck!"

A clear jet shot out a foot in the air. I was coming on Peter's parent's
rec room floor. I couldn't stop myself. Hans jerked in time with each
pulse. I looked down at the tip of my cock. Another smaller spurt came
forth. Again I cursed.

"Shit!"

Another spurt or two, no more than drops really, erupted. Hans stopped
jerking my cock, but my boner was still twitching as my orgasm ebbed. It
took me half a minute to catch my breath. Hans and Peter waited.

"I'm ... I'm sorry about the floor."

"Don't worry about it, Jimmy. We clean up our sperm all the time," Peter
assured me.

"Have you gotten your breath back?" Hans asked me.

I nodded yes.

"Will you jerk me now?"

"Yeah."

Hans sat on the couch and slumped back. His cock flopped back on his
abdomen.  I sat down next to him, reached over and stood his cock
upright. It was fat in the middle and I could see green veins running up
all the way to the reddish ring of his prepuce.  I felt Han's pulse
throbbing as I wrapped my hand around his shaft.  My still stiff cock gave
an orgasmic spasm in sympathy.  I was still incredibly turned on.

I jerked Hans in my right hand, slowly at first, so I could watch his
foreskin slide over his glans.  Hans was leaking a lot of clear juice and a
big drop appeared in the pouting slit at the tip of his dick.  Hans reached
down and scooped up the clear fluid up with his index finger.  After a
pause to inspect the evidence, Hans quickly raised his finger to his lips
and licked the drop from the tip of his finger.  We all laughed.

"Jerk me, Jimmy," Hans asked politely.

I went at it with a faster pace.  Hans reached for his balls and pulled at
the sparse hairs rather roughly.  Peter pushed the low table that was a few
feet in front of the couch so he could stand in front of Hans and me to
watch the action more closely.  He started pulling on his penis.  Looking
back and forth between the two, I could feel the blood rush to my groin.
Seeing and feeling Hans' uncut cock in my hand and another lengthening
before my eyes had my penis dripping.  I can still remember my intoxication
as the smell of our athletic sweat mixed with the heavy odor of teenage sex
and permeated the air in Peter's rec room.

"Turn your hand ... the other way," Hans suggested uncertainly with a hand
gesture, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say in English.

"You mean backhanded?" I asked.

"Yes, `back-handed'," Hans repeated with a pronounced accent.

I changed to a reverse grip.  My thumb was in Hans' pubes. Hans' penis got
harder.  He squeezed his thighs under his balls as they tightened up.

"Ja, that's good."

Hans let out a satisfied grunt.

Peter was stroking his boner, pulled down and straight out in front of him,
while watching me jerk Hans.  He grimaced and bit his lip as he irregularly
tensed his well defined abdominal muscles with his growing excitement; I
remember Peter's "outie" belly button dancing above his thick-headed cock
and scant blondish pubes.  Peter used one hand and the end of his erection
was a good two or three inches forward of his fist.  I couldn't help
thinking the obvious as I sat there gazing in admiration - Peter has a long
cock!

My arm was getting tired doing the reverse grip so I switched back to a
full-fisted grasp.  I squeezed Hans' cock hard as I jerked the engorged
muscle.

"Unngh!  Keep doing it hard, Jimmy," Hans ordered with guttural
satisfaction.

Hans' glans was swollen and had taken on a deep crimson hue.  I knew he was
close and so did Peter.

"Are you getting near Hans?  I wish to shoot with you," Peter curtly asked
his fourteen-year-old friend.

Peter's penis was flushed a deep pink at the end and it matched the blush
of his face.

"Ja! I am near," was Hans' agitated reply.

Hans was squirming on the couch as I took a more precise grip on his
erection.  I worked the thick shaft in my fingertips in order to slide his
foreskin more fully.  I wanted to make sure I would see his sperm erupt.  I
aimed his cock up towards his naked belly.  Hans had leaked more clear
fluid which, besides making his cockhead shine purple, gave a squishy sound
to my strokes that could clearly be heard between the grunts of both of my
soccer pals.

"Don't stop Jimmy ... Ich ..."

Hans pushed his hips up, forcing his cock higher.  I knew not to stop
stroking.  I looked to the pouting opening for the first burst of Hans'
semen as I felt Hans' cock start to jerk.

"Ich komme!"  Hans shouted.

The first thick glob spurted a few inches clear and splatted down on Hans'
lower tummy. It was followed by more thick squirts that bubbled up and ran
over the curving helmet, over my fingers, and into Hans' pubes.

Hans held his breath for a second or two before exhaling in grunts of
ecstasy.

"Innggh ... Inggh ... Innggh ..."

My attention was diverted from the pulsating spectacle by a movement to my
left.  I halted jerking Hans when I looked up to see Peter step forward and
position himself immediately above Hans' knees.  I could see the vein in
the bicep of Peter's skinny arm as he clenched his turgid shaft, jerking it
violently about in erratic arcs.

"Ggh ... Gghh ... Gghhh ..."

Peter loosed his sperm.  It flung out in white twisting blobs, landing on
mostly on Hans' stomach and crotch, but also on the couch and floor.  A few
globules landed on my naked legs.

"Gott!!  Inggh!  Unhh ... Unhh ... Unhh ... Ja ...," Peter huffed and
puffed his benediction.

Hans watched, leaning back on the couch in a post-orgasmic stupor, as Peter
ejaculated and his semen landed on Hans' sweaty crotch and legs.

After Peter had finished, we all kind of giggled at the mess we had made.

"That was good," Peter stated with satisfaction.

"Ja!" Hans agreed.

"I'll say," I concurred.

Peter shook a drip or two of milky white liquid that was clinging to the
end of his still elongated dick onto Hans. Hans objected good-naturedly,
but not too strenuously; this was part of comradeship. I wiped Hans' now
watery ejaculate off my fingers onto the older boy's abdomen to seal our
new bonds of brotherhood.

"Hey, not you also," Hans mockingly objected.

"What's wrong, Hans? Don't you like your own seed?" Peter taunted.

"Give me your underwear," Hans ordered, "I'll give you yours!"

Peter actually did let Hans use his underwear to mop both him and the couch
clean. We used our socks to clean up what was on the floor, Peter's widely
scattered splats and my small puddle. To tell you the truth, after smearing
around all that semen, combined with our unwashed bodies, the rec room had
a distinctly gamy scent of adolescent boy.

"You two get dressed. I'm going upstairs to get some clean underwear,"
Peter said.

Hans and I threw on our soccer stuff. I was still, somewhat embarrassingly,
boned up. The events of the last twenty minutes had me horny for the rest
of the day; hell, for the rest of the week. Needless to say, I masturbated
furiously in the shower when I got home and again later that night in bed,
thinking back on our after soccer practice work out; especially seeing my
teammate's uncircumcised penises, stiff and spurting creamy white jizz.


Peter, Hans and I had fun for the entire soccer season and intermittently
for the next year or so, mostly jerking off.  As I said earlier, I had the
opportunity to suck both Peter and Hans, although not all the way to
orgasm.  I really wanted to give my soccer pals a full blow job, but
unfortunately teenage homophobia prevented our acknowledging actually
wanting to fully suck another guy's cock. And, believe me; Peter had the
kind of cock you really wanted to suck. The after soccer practice jerk off
sessions tapered off somewhat as far as Hans was concerned because he was
in high school and Peter became popular with girls.  I continued fooling
around, again just masturbation, with a couple other guys in my middle
school before my dad was reassigned back to the States.


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