Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2017 09:13:40 -0700 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: Learning To Spooge Title: Learning to Spooge Author's Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... I love email and feedback, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org. ======================================================== I was 12 the first time I jerked off. It was 1980, and my buddy Jason brought our first nudie magazine into the secret clubhouse. Together, our pre-teen eyes scanned every page, looking at the middle-aged women and men. We imaginged the sounds they made as we saw them in various positions. Each turn of the page lead to more and more... until I saw it. The main model, a man about 35 years old, all oily and sweaty. He was naked, his fist tight around his own penis.. and a stream of white goop was shooting out of him. I barely noticed the large-breasted woman on the ground, her eyes clamed shut, her mouth inviting the stream. I was confused. And hard as a rock. Up to this point, neither of us had spoken; hell, I stopped breathing 2 pages ago. I looked over at my friend. His eyes were glued to the page. His body was motionless. His jeans were poking out a bit, just like mine. "Jason," I whispered. "Yeah, Dade?" he whispered. I coughed. Then I spoke. "What's... what's that guy doing?" Jason shuffled a bit, and slid back. The fort we had was about 6 feet off the ground. We had found some old slatted crates, some pallets, and a bunch of wood from an old barn down the road. Over the course of 3 months, we had enough nails and wood to make a nice clubhouse. At the time, it was enough room for me, Jason, and Eddie. But, Eddie moved away, and as we got older, the clubhouse became less and less fun. And smaller. These days, we couldn't even stand up in it anymore; and, well, 6 feet off the ground isn't as high as it used to be. "Well, come on dude, it's, like.. spoogin'." He said it with confidence. I blinked. "You ain't never spooged before, Dade? Really?" I shook my head. I may have blushed a little. My family was small - just Mom and my brother - and we didn't talk about anything like this. That's why I liked when Jason hung out with me. Always learned something from him. "Explain it to me, then..." I stammered. Jason put the magazine on the floor, and got on his knees. That was as high as we could be in the low ceiling of the fort. "Ok, so, like, here's the thing," he said, getting all official. "All 5 of my brothers gotta share a room, so I learned to spooge when they thought I was sleeping. They don't all talk about it or nothing, so you didn't get any of this from me, right?" I nodded. "Jason, you know I never squeal about anything..." He smiled. "Yeah, but this is not just secret. This is like, guy stuff. And it's gotta stay IN this fort, ok?" "Ok, I pinky swear." We still did that. Jason grabbed my finger and we shook, then he pulled at his jeans. "Ok, so, you can't tell." I nodded again, and he flicked open his button, and his fly. "So, Dade, you know, like, when you get all hard and stuff? Well.. there's a way to fix it. But it's private." He pulled his pants down a little, and I could see his dick poking up to the left of his underwear. "At night, when you are all alone, you can rub on your thing, and it gets hard. Ever do that?" I nodded. "Yeah, sometimes..." Absently, I put my hand in front of my jeans. "So, yeah.. I can teach ya what to do." He said. "Get like me, on your knees." I pulled from my sitting position against the far wall, and got to my knees. The space closed in quickly, and we were only about a foot apart. THe afternoon light was starting to fade. "Ok, so, on the count of three, whip out your dick with me. Get your pants down..." Jason waiting with his fingers looped on his BVD waistband. I hesitated. "I'm.. uhh.." I stalled. "Dade, dude, it's just us. We was lookin' at chicks and now we have woodies. Let's fix it so we can go get dinner." Jason was very confident - it was what I liked about him. I took a deep breath and yanked open my 501s. The buttons pulled open, and I felt my dick pop against the fabric of my Hanes. I was wearing blue; Jason still wore whiteys. We had joked about it before, but he was embarassed by it, so I stopped. At our age, it was a sign of manhood when your mom finally lets you get colors. At this point, both of us was hard and poking out. I wasn't shy, I stared at him. I think he was too. "Ok, so, my brother says it's gay to look at other guys, but I am just teaching you, not having sex... so, on the count of three, drop em. 1...2.." "3." We both yanked our underwear down. I was uncut; something that was always natural to me. Jason, was not. "Dade! What's up with your dick?" Jason giggled; I knew from gym class that I was different from most. "I dunno. Dad told mom not to cut my skin off. That's why I still have mine and you don't." I wasn't ashamed, I knew I was different. We took a minute to look at each other, and we even noticed that when I pulled my skin back, we were the same size. When I pulled it back again, I started to leak a little. I blushed. "Oh, yeah, so that's the pre. I saw my bro dripping that stuff like crazy," Jason continued, his hand now slowly touching himself. "It helps with like, lube and stuff. But I never need it. I do ok without." I nodded, and brought my hand up to my nose. It smelled like sweat, but musky. I pulled back my skin again, and felt a throb. Jason looked at my dick, and it pulsed a little. I felt it. "Yeah, so Dade, all ya gotta do is kinda, you know, grab it, and jerk, like, back and forth. Ever done that?" I nodded, and watched as he took his left hand and began to stroke. His movements were rough, and his hand was literally jerky. I tried to repeat that, but it hurt. Instead, with my right hand, I took the skin between three fingers and my thumb, and began to run up and down. I didn't have a lot to go, only about 4" back and forth, but each time I did it, I would get a wave of happy. Jason stopped, and watched me for a second. "So, Dade, you have done this a bit, hey?" he asked. I nodded, and he continued. "But you never got to spooge?" I stopped and shook my head. "Ok, so it's easy," he said. He moved over, one knee at a time, pants at his hips, until he and I were looking at the same wall. He was on my left, so our arms didn't get in the way. "All you gotta do, is jerk it. When you feel that happy, like, pulse? Yeah, keep going. Don't let it like, scare you." He started to jerk again. I watched his hand grab his 4" tight and begin to pump. I started again, my own skin now wet with some pre. IT felt better when it was wet like that. "Yeah, so, Dade... Yeah... When it starts to feel good...you.. keep going..." he was jerking a little faster, and he was staring at my dick. It felt good to be watched, and my lip curled a bit. I ran my tongue along it, and started to breathe faster. "When I first spooged... I thought.. I thought... I was gonna piss in my bed... but.. you.. won't... it's not piss..." he was pumping faster now, and I could feel his body heat against my whole left side. I began to get a wave of happy. Then another. I could feel something happening, and he's right.. my lower body started to warn me that I was gonna pee.. but the other feeeling... the happy... It was there too. I watched Jason start to wriggle a bit next to me. "Dade... I'm gonna spooge soon... are you... are you..?" he stopped talking, and I pumped my own hand faster. His eyes closed, and his mouth tightened. Jason's shoulders arched forward, his neck stretched. It was like his whole body was now just one muscle - one piston driving this jerking motion. My own hand began to grip tighter. I was getting more and more of that feeling, and my body warned me of impending piss... but I ignored it. I went faster, and pumped more, and then, I gasped. All breathe left me as I felt the WAVE of it hit me. I mustv'e made noise, because next to me, I heard, "Yeah! You're spoogin! Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna blow....!" I opened my eyes to see my own dick spitting out a gob of milky white paste, and next to me, Jason's dick dribbling the same fluid out like a faucet. I inhaled sharply, my hand still pumping on my dick, the feeling coming again and again. I fell back on my feet when the tidal wave went down. I felt the stickiness all over my hand. When I looked over, Jason had fell to the side as well, and took off one of his shoes. I leaned forward a bit, curious. "Use your sock to clean up. Then you can stuff in the hamper later." he said. Hamper. Sock. Got it. I took off a sock, wiped off my hand, and the inside of my now deflated foreskin, and scrunched up the sock into my back pocket. Jason stood up, packed the magazine into the secret compartment in the fort, and grabbed his pack. "Well, I'm starving. Is your Mom making food? It's past dinner at my house. and the guys probably ate my part.." Jason often ate at my house. Mom never cared. I never asked, but I figured he didn't get the best of anything, being the youngest. "Sure buddy... it's Lasagna night, I think." We walked home in silence, but I smiled at him on the way. It was cool to have a friend to learn from. ======================================================== Like it? Email me. justwriting@soniq.org