Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 20:08:55 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: That's Jack This ended up a lot longer than I thought when I started writing it. If it got to be too rambling, I apologize. I just wanted to write it down and remember it. I sure can't tell my wife. And can't talk it over with my boys, at least not yet... That's Jack I recently had an opportunity to return to my hometown. I ran around town, showing my family all the places I used to haunt. I was constantly trying to explain how things shrunk since I last enjoyed them. The big massive pool with the ultra high diving board at the city park was pretty routine looking and the board was only about 3 feet above the water. My old school yard really could not have hosted a Woodstock festival. One thing that hadn't diminished was my friend's father. He was bigger then life back then. He owned one of the big car dealerships in town and was always making commercials. He looked huge on TV. He would pound on cars, everybody would say they just wouldn't want that one, it had to have had a hand imprint in the roof. I saw people actually looking for the hand prints when they roamed around the lot shopping for cars. He was a big hairy man with a voice that boomed even when he tried to whisper. He was friendly enough but everybody always said he was honest, and that was his best quality. I dare not mention his name or his boy's name, it would immediately identify them. John and Jack are good enough names for them for this story. Jack and I went to different elementary schools but I lived across the alley from the dealership. Jack would be roaming around, trying to find stuff to do and he found me. We became very good friends, playing most every weekend and then when we merged in junior high, almost every day. He was never going to be as big as his daddy. He was strong but skinny. He would jump at his daddy's directions and always seemed to have the proper amount of respect. They were close but they were also very different people. Physically, John was about 6'5", broad at the shoulder and a big barrel chest. His arms were about the size of most men's legs. His success at selling cars led to his expansion of his waist over the years. He had a big head of curly hair, it was almost red but he hated it when ever anybody described him as red-headed. He would grow a beard for special occasions, like when the rodeo came to town and all the men would grow a beard for that or during hunting season. His cowboy boots, his choice for manly footwear, had to be size 16 or bigger. And his hand would swallow just about any other man's when they shook hands, and that was done with every car his dealership sold. Jack was about my size all through school. He did have big hands and feet but that was about the only thing he shared physically with his daddy. His mother was a beautiful blonde. She was always wearing jewelry and her hair was always done perfectly. She would even go to the big city, several hours away, to have her hair done for special events. She was probably 5'4" and slight. Her arms were so skinny that you could see the bones. She always smelled great. She treated Jack so great. She really babied him sometimes but I think it countered his daddy's macho. She was also the first women to see me naked, a few times as I grew up, but that is another story. Jack was blonde as well, his hair was so light that it would never stay combed in the slightest breeze. His face looked delicate and he would turn red and freckle rather than tan in the summer sun. His arms and legs were thin. He was also very strong for his looks. He also had the best eyes, bright blue. I swear people would try to get him to smile just to see his eyes sparkle. Being gregarious did not come as naturally to him as it did to his daddy, but he worked at being sociable with everybody he dealt with. It was during that visit to the hometown that I saw them in a TV commercial. John was loud and animated, Jack was smiling and looking cute and trying his best to sell sell sell. I didn't hear a word they said as my mind drifted back to when Jack and I were tight friends. And it recalled a specific time. Only recently have I become completely comfortable with that time and allowed myself to enjoy the memory. It has a little to do with what I'm seeing my boys go through as they grow up. It was many many years ago. I had accepted an invitation from Jack to go deer hunting his him and his father. I had been hunting jackrabbits for years, just going out beyond the city limits and scaring them up. We would always hope we could take out a rattlesnake or two. This was going to be my first chance at deer hunting. We went to a big old pit and practiced shooting borrowed guns. We each ended up with lever action .30-.30's, the gun I wanted in the first place. Then we took off. It was a gray and cold day. We stopped off at a truck stop cafe, supposedly having the best chili in the 5 state area. It was hot, it was meaty, it had several different liquid phases within the bowl, and there was plenty of it. It had me and Jack drinking a much coke as we could find in the ice chest just to cool our mouths. Neither of us would admit that such a manly meal was beyond our young developing palate. It was after we set up and got settled in that the chili did its worse on me. John, Jack and I were sleeping in the camper of the pickup we drove down. There were 3 other grown men in a little sheet metal shed. They were all car dealers from the area and they met at this hunting camp every year. That little one room shed would end up being nothing more than the bathroom for the hunting cabin that would develop over the years. It did have two bunk beds that would sleep four, but John preferred his mattress in the camper, even while sharing it with the two kids. After dark, it started snowing and sleeting, and it turned even colder. We had gone to bed not long after dark, so that we could get up early and start the hunt. And then the chili caught up with me. My gut was growling and gurgling, I was hoping to make it until morning but one little attempt at a fart had me grabbing the toilet paper and bailing out of the camper and headed for the brush. I emptied out, I think the vacuum created by the evacuation, it dragged my nose hairs back up with it. I was squatting out in the snow and sleet. I had on nothing but boots and long johns, the bottoms pulled below my knees. My balls had sucked up inside of me, looking for a warmer place to hide. I was trying to hurry but I had to stay there until I knew I had no more to contribute to the fertilization of the flora. I got back into the camper, kicked off my hunting boots and crawled into bed. I was sleeping on one side, I could feel the cold seeping in through the wall. And while I was gone, Jack had taken his share and about half my share of the covers. Being outside that long and with no covers, I was shaking. I was so cold that I couldn't control it at all. Then all of a sudden, I felt a big huge pair of hands grab me. One grabbed my arm and the other grabbed my butt. As I was lifted, his hands were deep in my crack, one finger was pressing hard on my butt hole. That one finger was about all I felt. With the abuse my hole had just endured, it was open and sensitive. If it hadn't been for my longjohns, that finger would have gone deep inside of me. I was giggling, yelling, and screaming as he lifted me up. The thrill of being lifted like that was nothing compared to the feeling on my hole. John put me down between him and Jack. We didn't really cuddle up. But through the night, I felt his chest hair make its way through the longjohn fabric and scratch my skin. I had a hell of a time sleeping. When I did actually fall asleep for a little bit, I woke up when John shifted around. I could feel his dick pressing into my leg. As soon as he started snoring again, I reached down and slid my head along his dick. I never made it to the end. It felt like it was about the size of my arm. I first thought about how that thing would ever fit inside Jack's mom. A while after that, I felt Jack twitching. He had inched back into me and was moving his hips back and forth. He had on the same kind of longjohns as I did and that quilted fabric was making a little bit of a whistling noise. It was when I felt his butt rubbing on my dick that I fell asleep. By the time, the little alarm went off, I was squooshed between Jack and John. I had a boner and I immediately tried to make it go away so I could get up unnoticed. A little battery lantern in the camper was all the light. John got up fast, grabbed me by one butt cheek and shook until he was sure I was awake. Then he told me to wake up Chris, me. He thought he was grabbing Jack. I got dressed in a very awkward way, doing everything I could to keep my boner hidden. The camper bed was so warm but the air was cold and as John would open the door and grab stuff, the wind would come in and freeze me. Jack was as equally awkward getting dressed, and I noticed the little tent in his longjohns as he pulled his pants up. The hunting went pretty good, we took guns but we couldn't shoot that day, just scout it out. The second day was fruitful, I got a deer on two shots. Jack shot a whole lot but missed every time. I loved the hunting part even managing to sit there in blinds and on top of rocks for long times waiting the deer to show. And when the old men were asleep in the middle of the day, Jack and I went hiking around, back along the trails. After the hiking, hunting, being in campfire smoke and all the backwoods hygiene, Jack and I smelled bad enough that John had to get us clean. The sleeping arrangements were just too tight. The men had set up a shower area. It really was just an shower curtain nailed to the rafters in the shed with a wooden pallet on the floor and a hole knocked through the bottom of the shed wall. It was close to the stove they had. And it was no fancy stove, its was a 18" diameter pipe with plates welded on the top and bottom, a door cut into the side and some old smaller pipe acting like a chimney. It was pretty good at heating the shed and would get so hot that you had to be several feet away. It made for a great place to cook a can of beans and there was always a pot coffee sitting on top. A 55-gallon drum of water sat outside the shed wall and had a hose with a nozzle leading into the shed. We filled several pots of water and but them around and on top of the stove. When the water was just warm enough to not cause immediate thermal shock, John had Jack and I strip down behind the curtain. It felt warm enough but there was a draft hitting me below the knees. John himself stripped down himself. I couldn't move for a few minutes when I saw him completely naked. Many times, I had seen him with his shirt off but I had never even seen his bare legs. John was covered with fuzzy red hair from his head to his toes. The hair got a little thicker around his chest and his pubes. His dick was hanging limp but was the largest I had ever seen. It was swaying much like the horse we watched earlier that day. His balls looked like a red fox had dived between his legs. His chest looked even bigger, and his belly and chest looked the size of a car. John told us to grab the soap and be ready. He took the warmest pot of water and started to pour it over us, he told us to get closer so we wouldn't waste the water. He told us that naked boys don't bite, so get closer. Then he told us to scrub, we put the soap over every bit we could reach. He reminded us to get between our legs. And that finished me off, my boner was reaching full hard. I kept my back to Jack and tried to hide from John. John realized what I was doing and he said not to let my hard cock bother me. He said that Jack was sure to be hard any second, and he reached over and playfully slapped Jack's dick back and forth a couple of times. Jack squealed and complained to his daddy. But sure enough, as I watched, Jack got a boner in about 3 heartbeats. I was looking there more than anything else. John told us to do each other's backs and he added a little more warm water. The water was a good thing and got my goose bumps under control. Jack rubbed soap on my back and went lower, with the last couple of swipes with his hands, he slid over my butt. That was plenty sexual to me, especially in my erect condition. When Jack told me to do him, I did his back and even ventured quickly to his butt. John poured a big pot over us as we rinsed away the soap. And he made sure that we got our hair wet. A couple of squirts of shampoo and he had us doing each other's hair. That felt good, so good that today I only get my haircut at places that offer shampoos with the haircut. It also made us face each other, and get close. I had my eyes closed when I felt something hit the tip of my dick. And then again, and again. Both of Jack's hands were on my head and I could feel his dick knocking into mine. It was making me jump. I actually tried not to move back but it made my body excited enough that it was as much as I could take. Another pot of water covered us both. And as I was clearing and opening my eyes, another pot hit us, this one not nearly as warm. I opened my eyes, in front of me was Jack, naked and shivering. But I ducked out of the way as I saw this huge red log come swinging my way. John had boned up. His big dick was probably 10 inches long but right then and there, it appeared to be about 2 feet long and 6 inches in diameter. (Its one of those things that diminished over the years too.) Jack and I grabbed towels and got as close to the stove as we could. John was filling the water pots again, one was steaming on the stove. He did try to keep his back to us. He had two patches of bare skin on his butt, I could tell where he sat all day. But more red hair exploded out of his crack. I was dry and pretty warm by the time the water was ready for John to get cleaned up. I moved to the other side of the curtain, I could finally do some playing with my boner. I really needed to go find somewhere to jack off. I wasn't real sure if I could get it to go down by itself. I watched as Jack handled the water pots. His towel had fallen and he tossed it to me to keep dry. Jack was paying attention as to where he was pouring the water, I was watching him. I had never studied a dick that much. We had both hit puberty and each had a small amount of wispy pubic hairs above our dicks. His were so light and blonde that they were hard to see. I watched as his balls went up and down inside of him as he moved and strained to get the pots high enough to pour out. His dick bounced in a rubbery way. I could see the muscles and tendons in his legs and especially where his legs met his hips. I noticed his circumcision scar and how pink the skin was where the foreskin was missing. His dick was nothing like his daddy's monster but it was longer than mine. I did some quick comparisons and I realized that I wasn't even close to his boner. I thought that I had one of the bigger dicks of the boys I knew but I had never seen Jack hard. We didn't talk about it. We finished up, cooked and ate. Played some poker with the old men, they were serious about it and Jack and I backed off and let them bet hundreds of dollars per hand. It was late, and we all headed for bed. Jack and I had on only regular underwear, blue Sears brand for me and red K-Mart for him. Some one had left the door to the camper open and it got it very cold in there. We should have gotten into longjohns but we stayed that way. John told me to move away from the wall and get in the middle. Between his hot furry body and Jack's smooth skin, I boned up hard and fast. I was trying to sleep and John was snoring away. I kept feeling Jack inch over to me. I felt Jack start humping his hips, making just a little contact with my dick. I rolled over towards him and I was getting a good rub from him. I reached under the covers and pulled my underwear down. That let my naked boner rub on his butt and even feel naked skin when it went on to his back, above his underwear. I told myself that it didn't matter if this wasn't a girl, it was feeling too good. I thought Jack was asleep doing that. But it made my heart jump when I heard him say something. I got him to repeat it and he said, "I like your boner." I told him thank you but really didn't know what to say about that. He said. "I mean in the bath, I like your boner. I likes seeing it." I said, "Thanks, it just got hard, I couldn't keep it down." Jack said, "I know but I thought it was a good looking boner. It looked normal, well, more than normal, it looked like it was your dick, well, like it is what your dick is supposed to look like." "Well, I'm glad you approve, `cause I don't think I could choose a different one." "I didn't want you to worry about me seeing you with a hard-on." "It was a little embarrassing. I don't think anybody has ever seen me like that.", I told him. He asked me, "What do you think?" "'bout what?" "bout mine. My boner. Is it ok looking? Not too skinny? Long enough or . . . " I laughed a little bit and I kidded a little bit about not looking but he told me that I was full of shit and he knew I was looking. I told him that I was surprised that he was that long. I figured he was probably the biggest in our class. I told him that it would be great to be fucking girls, and specifically one girl, who we all knew would fuck a boy's balls off. And then he asked me about his balls. He wanted to know if they looked alright. I told him that I was really watching them as they went up and down when he was lifting the pots and climbing around. We talked for a while more about balls, and how big they should be or could get. He seemed really worried about the size and shape of his. And we ended up falling asleep while talking about dicks and balls. That was more than we had ever talked about the subject. After the next morning's hunt, the weather turned really good. The men decided it was a good time to finish off the beer and whiskey they brought. They had told us that in the past, they would drink all night long and still get up to hunt the next morning. In other stories, they told us how their hunting skills had improved over the years. I put the stories together and surmised that it really had more to do with the lack of hangovers than and increase in skills. Well, that and some well placed deer corn. Jack and I went off on our normal adventure hike. We headed for the deer stand he had been hunting from the day before. No guns and no heavy coats, the weather was good. We climbed up into the blind, it was the biggest one on the ranch, it was made from old scaffolding. I looked around, saw the spot where he shot his deer, scouted out the next best place to find a deer, and decided to come back to this blind together. Then Jack's conversation turned to boners. He wasn't real smooth in how he changed the subject but I went right along with it. This had not been a major topic of any of my normal conversations. In the past few years, Jack and I and a couple of other boys had talked at sleepovers or on long bus trip, but mostly bragging and bullshitting. After spending several days with each other, seen each other's boners, and sleeping with each other, the conversation and interest just flowed. Jack asked me if I had been hurting not jacking off. My god! I wouldn't admit to anyone that I was one of those boys who jack off. Yes, I had been jacking since early that summer. I discovered it when I had the house all to myself and my boner. Once I convinced myself that I could do it without destroying myself, it became a regular routine. When Jack asked me that, I stuttered for just a second but then came right out and answered that it was pretty tough. He told me that he had been jacking in the camper at night. "With me next to you?!" He said yeah, but he didn't cum at all. And then he asked me if I was hard right then. I had a boner growing but it wasn't completely hard. And then he volunteered to show me his boner. My eyes focused on his zipper. I could see the bulge of his dick as the zipper opened up, and then the bright red of his underwear, and then the huge tent produced by his boner. I grabbed my own, I was completely hard now. He pulled his underwear under his dick. He measured it with his fingers, bounced it up and down, pulled it to his belly and let it go. I was watching as I was trying to pull my jeans off. They do not go over hunting boots, no matter how many times you kick and twist. I had never been so frustrated as those several minutes of trying to straighten my jeans out so I could get off my boots and then jeans. Our jackets and shirts were getting in the way of the view and it only took a suggestion by Jack and my shirt and jacket were off. In the time it took me to pull it over my head, Jack had removed his and tossed it into the corner. We stood there in blue and red underwear and with boners just waiting to get out. "Can I see your hair?" I let my underwear drop to my ankles and I shivered as I was completely exposed. Jack's fingertips were barely touching me. I didn't have enough hair to shield his touch. I was moving my hips around to try to get my dick into his hand. And he asked me if I wanted to see his. My mouth was too dry to speak but he lowered his underwear and that long thin dick popped out. Without asking, I reached out and felt his hair. It was so light and soft. There was more than I thought and without it being wet, it looked like more. It was a little like going through a checklist. Jack wanted to feel my balls, to see what they felt like, he wanted to feel the head of my dick, to see what they felt like. And when my hand wasn't on the corresponding spot, he would help me and slide it to the appropriate spot. We stood in that blind for a long time, my legs kept getting wider apart and things felt like they were going to explode. Jack offered a couple of times to start jacking off, but he wouldn't let go of my dick and balls long enough to start jacking. Then he got into a serious discussion of not telling anyone, not his father, not any of our friends, or anybody! And since I agreed, we stepped up our activity. I had to sit, my legs were just too weak. It was amazingly hot in the blind, we sure were not cold. The smell was pretty intense too. It had been a couple of days since we had bathed and that was the last time I changed clothes. And without out jacking off, I had leaked a little cum at night and as I sat in the blinds with a boner. It was so musky and hot in there. Jack's talk about not telling got him talking about since we would tell, how about trying something else. I was horny enough by then that I would have done just about anything. I was really thinking that he was about to start sucking me. I know I was ready to do him. He laid out his jacket and jeans and then turned around. He knelt on them and bent over. His white butt was shining up at me and that pink asshole was right there. This was way beyond anything I was thinking. I had never even thought about that, not even when I was jacking, or humping the bed. I had thought about sucking boys, or getting sucked, I thought about fucking girls but never about fucking a boy. I was ready to try. I lined up and tried to push in. I pushed so far that my hips were pressing on his butt. I knew I wasn't in, but he told me to start humping. I did but I was just rubbing under his balls. I tried to lift one leg and put it in. We tried swapping around and I never did go all the way in. I would get the head of my dick inside of him but I couldn't hump or it would fall out. During all this, we were getting hornier. Jack finally asked if he could try. He flipped me around, my head was on the floor of blind, actually laying on his underwear, I really liked that smell. He bent down and spit into my hole, that made me jump and I felt my hole opening and closing. And he spit on his dick. I felt him close in behind me, his dick was rubbing on my legs, his hands were feeling my butt cheeks. I would have been happy with that, as long as I could finally cum. I felt his dick line right up with my hole. He held onto his dick and pushed. I felt it rip into me and I opened my mouth, I would have thought I was screaming but I couldn't hear a thing. I was trying to reach around behind me and grab him to make him stay still. As I was moving around, he slid deeper in me. He humped his hips a couple of times, I don't think he slip back any but he did drive his dick all the way in me. He said something about it feeling so great. I had no opinion right then, it was too intense to know if it felt good or bad. Jack started humping me, it was really a horrible rhythm he had but after a while, I could feel his dick actually sliding in and out. It felt like I was cuming and I put my hand under my dick to catch the cum. I was very surprised that my dick was small, It was like I was boned up but just really small. I had to start jacking off. And I was getting into the rhythm of Jack fucking my butt. I heard Jack making noises and squeaking and then he was slamming his hips into my butt. I was getting knocked around. I recognized the sound of cuming and then he collapsed on top of me. He told me not to move as he left his dick inside of me. I resumed jacking off. Jack's hand reached underneath me and touched the tip of my dick. My hand would slap his hand each stroke. It wasn't long before I was cuming. I squeezed hard and out popped Jack's dick out of my ass. And then my cum started really to flow. Jack caught most of it if not all. And then he rubbed it on my nipples. I thought it was pretty gross right then. I think about that today and I always want to do that before I cum but never afterwards. But if I have someone to do it for me, it happens if I ask. Jack laid on top of me for probably 15 minutes. I had all kinds of things going on in my head. I wished I had never done it. Then I was trying to think how to get him to do that again, right there and then. And then plotting to get him to do it after we were back home. I thought about where we could do it. There was a closet in one of the service buildings at the dealership that was really our own hangout, I saw us doing it in there. And with all those good thoughts, another wave went through me like this was the worst thing that ever happened to me. As Jack slid off of me, I loved the feeling of his naked body on mine. It didn't matter where our dicks were, that skin on skin feeling was just too good. We talked, we agreed that what we did was a very good thing. We talked about doing this with other boys. I had never thought about that, but it was obvious that Jack had. We would laugh at thinking about how small and tight a certain boy would be and how stinky it would be to do it with another certain boy. We knew who would want to do it and who would freak if we tried. And when Jack talked about having his daddy do me, I puckered up good. It scared the hell out of me to think about that huge piece of meat slamming inside me. I was sure that it would have been banging into my throat. I got the weird feeling that Jack had thought about him getting fucked by his dad much more. He described it in just too much detail. I got quiet as he talked about that. He realized I was too quiet and then he reminded me what we had just done. It would happen a few more times as the years went by. In each of our homes, in that closet at the dealership, and even in a hotel where we fucked a couple of girl schoolmates in separate beds. That was a weird one, the girls got a rep after that for going down on each other but they never came close. That was many many years ago. It was a good thing to see my buddy Jack and his daddy working hard on TV.