Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 14:32:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Right-Of-Way

Right-Of-Way


When I was eleven and twelve years old I used to jerk off with my friend
Jeremy. We were in the same grade in school. We did the usual stuff boys
do; we peed together in the woods and behind buildings. Of course, we would
show each other our cocks, jokingly at first, not using our hands and
spraying our pee to and fro against a tree or cinderblock wall. This led to
our shaking our limp noodles and squeezing free the final drops from our
pinched hoods. Jeremy usually took the lead in taking our naughtiness to
the next level.

One summer day, after we had relieved ourselves behind a storage building
right next to a power company right-of-way that ran alongside our
neighborhood, Jeremy turned towards me and not only shook the final drops
from the end of his prepuce, but slid his hood back and forth a few times
over his cockhead. Jeremy gave me a sly smile. I knew what it meant. I had
been masturbating for about a year. I'd never really talked about it with
any of my friends. Yeah, we joked about boners and called each other "jerk
offs," but it never really was meant in a sexual way, more just pals
teasing and insulting each other.

"Do you ... you know ...?" Jeremy's voice trailed off.

"Yeah," I replied a bit sheepishly.

After a moment of thought, Jeremy tucked his boyhood back into his shorts
and said, "Come on! Follow me."

I put my peter away and followed Jeremy at a quick pace.

"I know a place, down off the right-of-way," Jeremy explained as we hurried
down the two tire-wide dirt tracks that paralleled the overhead power
lines.

I knew what Jeremy was proposing and I couldn't wait.  After a few minutes
I could tell we were near our destination, Jeremy's head swiveled back and
forth as he checked to make sure that no one saw us out on the
right-of-way. We turned down a side path that was chained off with the
cable between two metal posts. This was a rarely used path, you could tell
by how little wear there was in the tire tracks and how high the grass grew
beside the road.

"Let's do it here."

Since it was the middle of summer we both had on only T-shirts and shorts,
sneakers and socks. Jeremy gave a quick look around and then unhesitatingly
pulled down his shorts and underwear and stepped out of them, keeping his
shoes and socks on. I looked around once and then followed my pal's lead.
Getting butt naked outside was naughty and exciting and we both grinned at
each other with boyish delight.

Looking down, Jeremy began stroking his limp penis; it lengthened as my
buddy deliberately manipulated his peter with his fingertips. At first I
watched – yep, Jeremy did it same way I did. His penis rose to full mast
in measured beats. At this stage, Jeremy paused, cock in hand, and looked
to me; I then went to work, employing the same studied technique. Soon we
both stood, erect, behind the tall dry grass, motionless on a hot summer
afternoon.

Then, Jeremy began to masturbate in earnest; I could see the concentration
on his face. He bit his lip as he used his thumb and two fingers to
forcefully slide his skin over his rimmed crown. I did the same. We both
began to make faces and give little gasps of pleasure. We laughed
alternately, knowing exactly what the other was feeling.

"I'm getting close, are you?" Jeremy asked breathily.

"Yeah, kinda."

Jeremy stopped briefly. I waited, too.  My pal reached down and spread his
shorts on the track of low grass that grew between the two tire
ruts. Jeremy lay down with his butt on his shorts and began pulling on his
erection. I had a great view from above as my friend leaned back. I could
see that his ball sack, hairless but darkened, had pulled up tight. The
sight excited me. I went back at it with greater ardor.  Jeremy's thighs
tensed.  My friend's eyes closed and his mouth opened in an "oh" of
pleasure.

"I'm almost there, Davey," my playmate announced.

I watched intensely, masturbating my now dripping penis. Jeremy, head back,
began pushing his hips upwards and stroking rapidly.

"Inngh ... Innghh ...," my pal moaned, his eleven-year-old voice rising in
pitch.

Jeremy lifted his head, watching his hand masturbating his stiffened rod.

"I think ... I think I'm gonna come, Davey!"

Jeremy froze, pushing his stiff penis upright.

"Uhhhh!"

I watched a squirt of fluid shoot up from the tip of my playmate's penis. I
could see, between Jeremy's taut thighs, the flesh under his scrotum twitch
and pulse repeatedly. Only one more drop rolled from the end of his stiffy,
but Jeremy massaged his erection as he relaxed.

My mouth hung open. I was panting. I bent at the knee and spread my legs. I
could feel the point of no return.  It was going to happen.

"Ghhnnth ... Gnnhh ... Gnnngthh!"

A jet of milky fluid shot out. I jerked furiously. I could feel my anus
spasm. My cock and balls burned. A clear dribble or two followed, no
more. Jeremy looked on as I gritted my teeth with the intense pleasure. I
gazed back at my pal, naked from the waist down, his still erect penis on
display. I wanted to come again just looking at another boy's
just-masturbated cock.

I might have if I kept stroking, but I slowed as Jeremy got up and scraped
the splat of jizz off his belly just where the tanned line crossed above
his bare pubic mound; his cock was already drooping.  Jeremy gave a broad
smile at his achievement.  He then reached down, grabbed his shorts, shook
the dirt and dry grass from them, and stepped into each leg hole one
sneakered foot at a time.  I did the same, tucking my rather firmer rod
away, feeling the juicy glans stick to my cotton undies.

We then headed up the trail towards the main right-of-way in what can only
be described as a happy state unique to boyhood friendship – the
post-masturbatory high of shared sexual experience.

"How long have you been doing it?" my schoolmate asked.

"Almost a year."

"Me, too," Jeremy replied with delight, "How long have you been shooting?"

"Well, I noticed a little drop in March.  It took about a couple of months
before I saw some white," I explained.

"It happened to me all of a sudden.  You know, when we were on spring
break."

"How often do you do it?" I inquired curiously.

"Whenever I can!"

We both laughed.

"I do it once or twice a day, whenever I can get some time alone," Jeremy
admitted, "I'd do it more if my brother wasn't around."

Jeremy had a year, or so, older brother who was kind of a wimp. He'd hang
around and wasn't much fun.

"I try to do it at least once during the day and almost every night before
I go to sleep.  You can come over and do it when my mom isn't around," I
offered.

"Yeah, definitely!"

And so began our nearly yearlong jerk off adventures.  We did it wherever
we could without risking getting caught.  We did it on the right-of-way a
bunch more times.  One very cold day in December, we had both had turned
twelve by this time, stands out.

Jeremy and I were out wandering around on a chilly Saturday afternoon
really doing nothing. We went off into the woods, all the leaves had fallen
and they were brown and dry and crunched underfoot, and occupied ourselves
with random boyhood acts such as sword fighting with fallen branches, rock
tossing, busting stuff, and generally burning off energy. We had worked our
way down to the power line right-of-way, not exactly in the same place
where we had first jerked off together, but nearer the wood line where
small creek flowed along the boundary. This low area created a small hill
alongside the actual right-of-way itself and since it bordered the woods on
the other side of the creek it created a secluded area that couldn't
readily be seen. Because of this seclusion, oftentimes power line workers
would drive their pickups and, even though they weren't supposed to, dump
miscellaneous trash like scrap metal, wood, plastic buckets, beer cans,
etc.; in other words, anything and everything.

Well, Jeremy and I, naturally enough, ended up checking out what sort of
discarded treasures would be useful in entertaining ourselves on our
Saturday afternoon adventure. After smashing what we could and flinging
some of the pieces scrap metal into the creek, we came across a canvas drop
cloth. We each took an edge and stretched it out to see how big it
was. Spreading it over the dead, dried-up plant stalks that covered the low
hill, the sheet covered an area around six feet long and four feet
wide. Now that would've been that, just another pointless experiment for
the hell of it, except that Jeremy began to look around surveying the area
for anyone else that might be near. I knew he had thought of something, but
what?

"Hey, Davey," my pal said in the lowered voice, "Do you wanna jerk off?"

"Now?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we could lie down on this cloth. That way one of us
could get down low enough to hide behind the weeds. Nobody could see us
over the hill. The other guy could keep a lookout."

I knew it would work, but it was about 35° outside, you could see your
breath. It was cold. Both Jeremy and I had on long underwear, a sweatshirt,
and a thick winter jacket on. Even with the drop cloth, the ground would be
freezing.

"I don't know, it's pretty cold," I objected with slightly uncertain
skepticism.

"Come on, it'll make it better," Jeremy argued optimistically, "we'll just
have to do it fast."

I gave it about as much thought as a twelve-year-old boy would: on the one
hand it was freezing outside; on the other hand it was jerking off. It was
a foregone conclusion. It was exciting to do it outside in the open. If the
other guy looked around there was no chance that you would be caught. The
only slight concern I had at this point was, because it was so cold, my
privates had shrunk down to nothing in my long johns. If there was any
doubt in my mind Jeremy took care of that.

"Come on, Davey. I'll go first."

"Okay," I agreed readily.

Jeremy reached up under his zippered down jacket and found his belt
buckle. He quickly undid his belt, button, and zipper and pulled his jeans
and long underwear down below his knees. He stood up. His milky white
thighs were exposed. Jeremy's ball sack had pulled up, like mine, in the
cold. I could see the thick central line clearly and wrinkled skin had
constricted to such a degree that dark skin of his scrotum had pulled some
of his yet undarkened skin in at the edges. Jeremy's penis was really just
a stub of his round glans wrapped in his constricted foreskin, the prepuce
drawn tight.

Jeremy dropped down onto the canvas sheet. When his naked butt hit the
frosty cloth, my buddy let out a sharp exclamation.

"Woo! That's cold."

He laughed and I did too.

"Okay, keep a sharp lookout," Jeremy directed, "I'm going to do it
quickly."

I gave a quick look around, but it was hardly necessary. It's doubtful
there would be anyone out here on a weekend. My classmate started squeezing
the skin covering his knob rapidly with his fingers. It didn't take Jeremy
long to get totally stiff, although his penis did look a little shorter
than usual because of the cold. I could feel my own penis lengthening at
the sight of my pal with his pants down, masturbating in the open. I put my
left hand in my jeans to finger my hardening boner.  The cool and rippled
waffle fabric of my long underwear rubbing against my penis was uniquely
stimulating.

"The cold is making my balls tighten up," Jeremy exclaimed hurriedly,
obviously excited by the sensation of the chilly breeze blowing over his
naked crotch and exposed thighs.

"Yeah, definitely. They look tight!"

I was totally stiff in my drawers.  The heat from the pouch of my underwear
on my fingertips contrasted with the chilly fabric of my jeans on the back
of my hand. This made my cock feel steamy hot.

Every so often Jeremy would lift his head for a few moments to peek over
the billowing front of his jacket to look at his penis. The tension of
lifting his neck and his growing sexual excitement gave his face a strained
look.

"Oh! ... I'm getting close, Davey," my pal alerted me, the puffs of his
breath swirling noticeably in the winter air.

Jeremy started moving his fingertips more rapidly over the skin covering
the head of his swollen cock. I fingered my shaft right under the tip of my
penis, massaging the sensitive wrinkled skin of my frenulum. I could see
that Jeremy's nuts had pulled up in a tight ball at the root of the shaft,
the tightly wrinkled darkened skin of his scrotum, displaying a few erect
pubic hairs, pulled into a tight circle. Jeremy alternately squeezed his
thighs together and then relaxed them, each time lifting himself a little
higher as he got closer to his climax. Jeremy's right arm slowly rose from
the frosty canvas, his fist closing on the cuff of his jacket.

"Ohh! Davey ... I think I'm going to squirt!"

Jeremy tightened his buttocks, tilted his turgid cock away from his belly,
yanked his foreskin down, and shot a thick white spurt upward.

"Ohhh!  ... Ohhh!  ... Uhhnn! ... Uhh!"

Jeremy gasped and moaned with every spurt of his semen. As he finished, he
leaned his head back, a big smile on his face. He continued to slowly slide
his foreskin over the head of his penis with visible pleasure. I was
panting with excitement at watching my playmate come. I could feel the
dripping wetness leaking from the tight ring of my prepuce. I knew it
wouldn't take me long to shoot my wad.

Jeremy sat up and wiped his ejaculation off his tummy and smeared it onto
the canvas cloth. As my pal got to his feet, I could see the goose bumps on
the chilled flesh of his smooth bottom. Jeremy pulled his long underwear
and jeans up over his still hard rod.

"Okay, your turn."

I quickly undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. My penis was
hard and dripping. I scooted onto the cloth spread over the ground and lay
down exactly where my twelve-year-old playmate had lain. I let out the very
same expression that Jeremy did when my naked rear hit the cold, frosty
canvas.

"Woo!"

"Cold isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's freezing!"

I couldn't wait and started masturbating immediately. I was wound up from
watching Jeremy.  Under my jacket, sweatshirt, and tee, I was hot and
sweaty in my lusty excitement, while the crisp winter air on my legs caused
the bare flesh on my thighs to burn with the cold. My balls tightened just
as my friends had.

"My balls are getting tight," I announced, jacking myself rapidly.

"Yeah, I can see," Jeremy said.

The keen interest I saw in Jeremy's eyes caused me to grit my teeth and
masturbate faster. My penis was really, really stiff and felt hot in my
right hand. My pre-come was dripping and smearing all over, making my cock
super slippery. When this happened, it felt so good I couldn't control
myself.

"I'm going to come, Jeremy!"

My pal stared as I arched my pelvis. I felt a painful twinge under my ball
sack.

"Uhhhnngh!"

I let loose a loud groan as my cock exploded. I could feel my balls tight
at the base of my shaft, the sparse hairs stiff in the tight ridges of my
scrotal sac. I pumped three or four jets of jizz as my upper lip curled
involuntarily. I could smell my fresh semen. I also smelled the fishy odor
from my exposed glans as I hadn't taken a bath the night before. I slumped
back with a sigh, spent. I could feel my back and neck wet with sweat.

After a few moments, I declared ingenuously, "That was good."

"You look like you enjoyed it," my pal said sarcastically.

While it really didn't bother me, I began to notice the cold. I wiped my
jizz off as best I could and got to my feet. I pulled my jeans and long
underwear up and tucked my half-deflated penis away. I really noticed the
cold on the way home as my sweat cooled under my winter jacket.

Jeremy and I agreed that it was fun doing it outside no matter whether it
was summer or winter. We both preferred summer as dripping with sweat in
the heat made jerking more exhausting.  Jeremy and I did it outside again
several times that winter, but not lying down, we stood out in the woods
and stroked ourselves hiding behind a tree. The cold air on our bare
bottoms and exposed thighs made it exciting in a way that was different
from doing it at other times of the year.


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