Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 17:28:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Little League Porty-Potty Jack Off

Little League Porta-Potty Jack Off


It was hot.  I was sweaty.  Perspiration beaded on my forehead; it soaked
through my uniform.  As I trudged uphill towards the playing field with my
friend Trey, I felt the slick cheeks of my buttocks slide freely in my
support shorts.  But, more than anything else, I could feel my distended
penis, its tip still leaking, pressed against my tingling testicles, packed
into my athletic cup.  I was physically spent.  I was elated.

How did I come to this point?  Well, some background: I played Little
League for many years, so did my younger brother.  A lot of kids in my
school and my church were in the same suburban league.  We played in a
number of different locations around our small city, but these were not
very sophisticated venues, they were mostly public parks that had a
baseball diamond or two located on the grounds.  A few parks had a building
containing refreshment stand and restrooms for men and women, but a few had
nothing but the bare minimum, a backstop, a fence and, usually located
somewhere beyond the outfield, a Porta-potty or two.

Sometimes I had time to kill either before or after my practices or games,
usually because I had to wait for my brother to practice or play his game.
If I didn't watch my brother I just goofed around with my teammates, often
a few had to wait around after game just like I did.

It was kind of fun to play organized baseball when you're a kid, however,
once we reached about twelve years old it was a lot more fun learning and
playing other games.  I had had a number of mutual jack off experiences
over the last six months or so with my friends from the neighborhood, some
of whom were on my Little League team.  Now, while I had jacked off with a
few guys that were on my Little League team, I hadn't actually done it at
the team practice or a game.  This time I did.

How did these jack off sessions come about?  The way it seemed to work was,
after the subject of jerking off had cropped up, as it always did at age
twelve or thirteen, one of us would mention that they had "heard" of
somebody doing it with someone else.  Then, this rumor would be either
confirmed or denied.  Now, if it was confirmed the next question would be
"Oh yeah, how do you know?"  If the answer was something like "I just heard
about it from so-and-so," that was fairly neutral, but if your friend
responded with a hesitant smile or more directly with "I know because I did
it with them, too," that provided the opening for an invitation to
participate in the same activity.  In this way, during six and seventh
grade, all the guys in the neighborhood that wanted to seemed to eventually
get around to jacking off with all the other guys that were willing to.

Well, it was a late Saturday afternoon in early August that brought the
opportunity for this erotic, adolescent "round robin" to bring Trey and me
together for a "match."  It happened after a practice.  I was waiting
around while my brother's team had their practice and Trey waited for a
ride from another family.  We had an hour to kill so we goofed around on a
hill overlooking the baseball diamond and since our practice was over we
weren't really being supervised by coaches.  Now this particular diamond
was of the minimal variety described above and stood by itself near a
wooded section of a municipal park.

It was blazing hot and after drinking a bunch of Gatorade during the
hour-long practice I felt like I really had to take a piss.

"Trey, I really have to take a wicked piss," I informed my pal.

"Yeah, me too."

We headed off downhill toward the Porta-potty that was located fairly far
away from the field under some trees.  There was no one else around when we
got there.

"You wanna to go in by yourself?"  Trey asked.

"No, c'mon."

One, I knew he had to go just as bad as I did.  Two, I hadn't really seen
Trey's dick before and I was kind of curious.  I had heard something from
others, not definite, but something intriguing to a Midwestern boy.

Perhaps some descriptions are in order at this point.  I was twelve and
three quarters years old, kind of tall, but not skinny.  I had brown hair
and brown eyes and was kind of good-looking if I do say so myself.  I was
only slightly above average in athletics, but I was pretty competent as a
pitcher mainly because I was a bit smarter than average.  Trey was the same
age as I was, but we differed in our physique.  He was almost my height,
but really stocky; he outweighed me by a good thirty pounds.  Trey did have
some body fat, where as I had almost none, but he wasn't really overweight,
he was just powerfully built.  Trey was our team's slugger.  He had really
thick thighs and a broad ass; it was definitely noticeable in our tight
white Little League uniforms.  Trey had blue eyes and golden blond hair
that stood up in a longish brush cut that emphasized his blocky head
supported by a thick neck.  I wouldn't describe him as handsome, he had a
pug nose, but he was okay looking.  Trey was good-natured and likable, if
not the sharpest guy.

There was one more fact about Trey that relates to this story; Trey was
born in the Netherlands.  Now, in the suburban Midwest it seemed every boy
was circumcised.  The rumor I had heard floating around was, because Trey
was born overseas, that he still had his foreskin.  I hadn't seen one of
those except in pictures of statues in the encyclopedia down at the
library.

Our cleats clicked on the floor as we entered the Porta-potty, Trey turned
the "lock" on the plastic door.  Even though the Porta-potty was shielded
by the overhanging tree branches it still was about 100° in there.  I
instantly began to sweat even more than I had been outside.  We both paused
a moment before standing side-by-side in front of the single opening.  Now,
the main problem in taking a piss while wearing our baseball uniforms was
that we had cotton elastic support shorts and a cup.  In order to get our
junk out we had to undo our belt, unsnap and unzip, pull our pants down,
unbutton the bottom of our longtail jerseys, pull them aside and then,
finally, pull our wet, clinging support shorts down far enough to release
our peters.  Trey and I banged elbows repeatedly trying to do all of this
hastily in the confined space of the Porta-potty.

Being kids we turned this into a contest; Trey swung his elbow to knock me
off balance and I retaliated by grabbing his hand.  We both laughed.
Eventually we got down to the "big reveal."  We both wanted to see.  Trey
looked at me with a grin, I smiled back.  Trey whipped his shorts down to
mid thigh revealing a four inch cock that protruded slightly outward as it
hung down.  Trey was chubbed up a little.  At first glance Trey's cock
looked like mine; I could clearly see his cockhead.  Looking upward I could
also see a couple of thick veins just below a small patch of light brown
pubic hair.

Now it was my turn.  It took a few tugs because my shorts were so wet
before I exposed my cut two inch member to my teammate's gaze.  I had about
the same amount of hair as Trey, but mine was black.  My pal got a good
look and then grabbed his dick and started peeing into the exposed hole.  I
quickly followed suit given the pressure my bladder.  I started a "pee
sword fight," trying to hit Trey's thick golden stream with my own.  Trey
fought back.  Every few seconds, when we crossed swords, urine splashed all
over the black plastic seat as well as on the walls behind.  We laughed it
up as we spent about sixty seconds in battle.

As we dribbled to a stop, I openly looked at Trey's dick; he didn't rush to
put it away.  I could now see a roll of extra skin that pushed over the
purple ridge as Trey held his thick penis in his right hand.

"I've never seen a foreskin before," I confessed.

"Yeah, I could tell.  Most guys haven't," Trey replied.

He moved his hand back and forth to show me how the skin rolled and
unrolled.  Actually, Trey had a pretty short foreskin.  It only just
covered the head of his penis when he was completely soft, I found out
later.  I would imagine that Trey had one of those foreskins that only half
covered his glans when he was fully grown.

"Have you ever shown it to anyone else on the team?"

I was wondering if he had, but I was also interested in what may have
happened after he did.

"Yeah, a couple of guys."

"I've shown mine to a couple of guys, too."

The opening was there, would Trey take it?

"Did you ever do anything else ...?"  Trey's voice trailed off.

My turn.

"Yeah, a few of us fooled around a few times."

"Do you wanna ... you know?" Trey asked.

He gave a goofy smile.

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

I didn't have to be asked twice.  Neither did my dick, it began swelling
immediately.  I scooted my support shorts down lower and then reached up to
roll my dickhead between my thumb and two fingers.  It felt electric.  My
moist anus clenched tight.  I bit my lip and held my breath.  I looked over
at Trey.  He was smiling broadly at my expressions of unrestrained lust.
He stroked his swollen cock to full hardness in a matter of seconds.  I
wasn't far behind.  We both let go shortly after we reached full erection
and displayed ourselves to one another.  I could clearly see Trey's fat
pink foreskin pulled back behind the rim of his cockhead.  His pubes stood
up, and his almost hairless, but darker skinned scrotum had gathered more
closely under his shaft.  Trey was excited and so was I.

I felt hot in more ways than one.  I quickly unbuttoned my baseball jersey
all the way to get it out of the way of my erection.  Trey did so as well.
His jersey spread wide because of Trey's barrel chest and broad pecs, mine
hung straight down.  Trey's rounded gut and muscular thighs were
substantial.  So was Trey's cock.  His was only a little bit longer than
mine, nearly six inches to my just barely five, but it had an impressive
heft and girth.  I grabbed myself involuntarily, watching as Trey carefully
rolled his foreskin up onto his glans with both of his thumbs. Trey began
stroking himself with both hands using only his fingertips.  I was stroking
fairly quickly using only my left hand and a light pressure.  I knew I
could come in a matter of seconds from the excitement of seeing Trey's cock
if I wasn't careful. Without thinking, I raised my hand to my lips and
licked some of the clear fluid from my finger and quickly returned to
masturbating my stiff penis.

Trey's face was flushed pink, half due to the heat of a hot summer
afternoon and half from breathless teenage horniness.  I could see a sheen
of sweat on the flushed white skin of my teammate's stocky torso.  Trey
pulled his gut in tight as he massaged his reddening hard-on with
increasing vigor.  I was literally dripping with sweat.  It trickled from
my dampened locks; it rolled down my back.

Trey's breathing became heavier.  I looked up as he puffed from pursed
lips, his eyes closed with the intensity of sheer sensation.  He groaned.

"Unnhh."

I knew he was close.  Trey's balls were pulled up against the root of his
shaft; his exposed, thick cockhead glistened with a deep crimson hue.  My
own penis jutted forward tingling with intense pleasure.  On every down
stroke my fingers rubbed the hairs stiffly erect on my tightened balls.

Trey stepped forward, legs taut, right up next to the open hole of the
Porta-potty. His face contorted.

"I think ... I think ..."

Trey lost control.  He started thrusting his hips forward powerfully.

"I'm ... I'm gonna come!"

I felt myself pull up tight.  I wanted hold on long enough to see Trey
spurt semen from his thick phallus.

"Uhh ... Unhhh ... Unnggh!

Trey grunted like an animal.  A thick white spurt shot from the swollen
head of my pal's penis.

"Unngh!"

Another thick shot.  I knew I was gonna lose it.

"Unngh!"

A third shot.  I barely stepped up next to my pal before I erupted.

"Nngggh!"

I couldn't stop.

"Nnggh! ...Nnghh! ...Nnghhh ..."

In quick succession, several watery, translucent jets flew towards the open
hole of the toilet.  My last pulsations dribbled over my fingers and onto
the dirty floor.  I shook a few drops of my discharge from my hand and
wiped the rest on the tails of my jersey.

"That was good," Trey stated with satisfaction.

"No kidding," I replied.

"Look, there's a glob of your come on the toilet seat," I exclaimed
excitedly.

There was a thick white glob running down the urine-spattered black plastic
of the upraised lid.  It excited me to see such thick come.  Mine was just
turning whitish and most of my other friend's was watery, too.

"We better wipe it up, just in case Coach or one of the parents comes down
here," Trey said with some concern.

He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped away the evidence.  I could see his
wide, dimpled butt as he bent over.  I was distracted and worried about
something else.

"I wonder if anyone heard us?"  I said in a quiet voice.

"I don't think so," Trey answered; there was a little doubt in his voice,
however.

"Let's get out of here," I suggested.

Now we were still pants down and jersey open at this point.  I reached for
my shorts, but I kept my eye on Trey as he pulled his up over his thick
thighs.  His wide cock hung down, the irritated red head still exposed.  He
tucked himself away.  I slid my shorts up quickly even though I was wet
with sweat.  I still felt aroused as I tucked my half-hard penis into my
cup.  I definitely could have gone a second time, but I was too nervous
about being discovered to suggest anything.  We both buttoned our jerseys
and zipped and belted ourselves and the tight confines of the Porta-potty.
By the time we were done we were both sweating profusely, I mean drenched.
We gave each other a nervous look and then Trey carefully unlatched the
door.  He peeked out.

"Let's go.  There's no one out here."

I felt relieved.  If anyone had seen us, I imagined they would've known
what two boys were doing in the same Porta-potty at the same time.  I guess
it was guilt.  It lasted for all of ten seconds.

After grabbing a couple Gatorades to quench our thirst, we climbed back up
the hillside above the baseball diamond.  Trey and I talked for ten or
fifteen minutes.

"Man, I'm a sweaty mess."

"Me, too," my pal confirmed.

"I really liked doing it in the Porta-potty.  I've never done that before,"
I confessed.

"Yeah, I never did it in a Porta-potty either.  Of course, I've done it
sitting on the toilet at home."

"Yeah.  Who hasn't?"

"Have you ever done it in the boy's room at school?"  Trey asked with a
smile.

"No, I would be afraid of getting caught."

"I did at the end of last year.  And you know who else did it with me?"

"No.  Who?"

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone."

"I won't, I swear."

"Bobby."

"Bobby?"  I said with surprise, "He never told me that."

"Oh, so you've done it with Bobby, have you?"

Ooops!  I slipped up.  Trey caught me.

"I didn't say that," I denied, none too convincingly.

"That's okay.  Bobby's the one who told me he did it with you!"

Trey laughed.

"That bastard."

I really wasn't that mad.

"So ... did you ... um ... plan on getting me to do it with you?" I
inquired.

"Yeah, kinda. I have to admit I thought about it, but I didn't think it
would happen in a Porta-potty!"

Trey laughed again.

"Well, that's okay, I thought about doing it with you too," I admitted.

"Not in a Porta-potty, though!"  I laughed.

"We have to do it again - and soon!" Trey said with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, definitely," I agreed with equal enthusiasm, "And we have to get
Bobby to do it with us, too."

"I wonder if all three of us can fit in a Porta-potty?"  I thought out
loud.

"I was thinking the same thing myself," Trey replied.


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