Comments about my stories are always welcome.

Please send your e-mail responses to Paul S. Stevens: pablosound2010@hotmail.com

Friend me on Facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/paul.s.stevens.5

Special thanks to my editors, Hans Schreiber & Flip McHooter for their invaluable editing skills that helped improve this story beyond measure.

The Hourglass Club

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #2

I returned back to the day when I first met Jeremy.

I was eating lunch at a local McDonald's about four months ago and he was sitting, two tables away from me. We were both sitting at our own tables, bored and tired of being alone. I probably wouldn't have even noticed him if he weren't staring at me. When I would look back at him, he'd quickly look away. Then, when I would look away, he'd start staring again. After doing that several times, I decided to follow him to find out what his deal was. When he finished his lunch, he got on his bicycle and started for home. I gave him a head start before I began to follow him. Soon, he noticed I was on his tail and started to speed up. I kept up with him and discovered he lived just twelve houses down the block from me.

He and his family had moved in four months ago without me even noticing. He was new in the neighborhood and was looking for a new friend. He was a very shy and scared little guy but was desperate to make a connection with someone on the block. He'd seen me around before, but this was the first time I'd noticed him. I guess I scared him a bit when I followed him home. He probably thought I was angry at him for staring at me and he kind of stayed out of sight for a couple of days until I finally caught up with him and made friends. At first, he felt a little uneasy around me, being a year and a half younger than me. At the time, I was fifteen and he was thirteen. To prove that our age difference was not an issue, I introduced him to Alan and Chris, who accepted him right off. He was grateful to be friends with three older guys and he eventually became our youngest `Hourglass Club' member.

Just then, Jeremy loudly took in a deep breath and held it in, cutting short my visit down memory lane and snapping me back to reality.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" Jeremy called out again, just like last time. "Here it cums!"

To the amazement of all of us, Jeremy made good on his challenge and delivered his third round of practically dry ball juice. This time, his offering was a bit on the thin side as he flicked out a few small droplets of precious boy nectar. His eyes rolled back into his head and he very nearly passed out.

"Did I make it?" Jeremy uttered with a slight slur in his speech.

His hand finally stopped stroking, but his dick was still as hard as ever.

"It's official Jeremy," I ruled. "You're ahead by one."

"Not for long," Chris warned.

He put one fist on top of the other and slowly stroked himself with both hands. He was covering both his dick, and balls at the same time and was stimulating his entire genitalia, kneading and squeezing every inch of himself in a very arousing way.

"Oh, that's so good!" Chris moaned. "Here... Here I..."

Chris was not able to get the word `Cum' out of his mouth in time. He let go of his pulsating rod to slowly finish himself off by using a totally different technique. He put his thumb and index finger together, making a ring that he wrapped around his enlarged dickhead to summon his load with this tortuously slow technique. I saw a stream of tears roll down his cheeks as his tear ducts dilated from the intense pressure that was building up inside his body. He then spoke an unrecognizable word that turned into a howl as he shot a single watery stream of cum that flew upwards about two inches and then dispersed into a shower of droplets. Then his body jerked several more times as his dick dryly sputtered to a stop. Like Jeremy had done, Chris stopped his self stimulation and dropped his hands to his side, but his dick remained, rock solid.

Jeremy and Chris had now passed round three, and after watching the two of them get off for the third time, I was coming to a rapid boil myself. Alan and I were the next ones to shoot and I knew I was close.

"Hey Russell, are you about ready to cum yet?" Alan asked me.

"Definitely!" I answered.

"I wanna see you shoot it," he said. "Watching Jeremy and Chris shoot their third wad was so hot. I wanna see you next. I'm so close right now that watching you shoot yours will help me shoot mine."

"Let's do a double then, like I did with Chris last time," I suggested.

"Hot," he said. "Let's do it!"

I stretched my legs across to Alan and he met me half way. We touched the soles of our shoes together as a sort of physical connection. As we drove ourselves closer to our combined climaxes, we pressed our feet against each other as the added stimulation pushed us closer to our mutually planned shoot-off. The closer I came to my orgasm, the harder I pushed my feet into Alan. As we equally pushed against each other, we were able to tell how close we both were until we both shot our loads together as one. My orgasm was so intense that my vision blurred and everything turned a purplish-blue color. It was as if I had entered into a different world. I couldn't tell how much of my climax was semen and how much was just dry heaving. Either way, it was explosive. I couldn't see Alan cum either as I was trying to focus my eyes on myself, but what I heard coming from across the room, sounded like his orgasm was every bit as explosive as mine.

"Wow!" Jeremy said. "Watching you guys do those double shots is way cool! Let's do the next one that way. All four of us, I mean. Shooting it together!"

"The next one?" Chris grimaced. "We all just did three in a row and you're talking about doing another one?"

"Hell yeah," Jeremy laughed. "You're just getting too old for this, old man."

"What... what did you just say?" Chris asked Jeremy. Then he turned to Alan and asked him. "Did he just call me an old man?"

"Jeremy is just trying to challenge you again," Alan explained. "And it's working too. I think that the idea of all of us trying to go for a fourth round is pretty hot! I'm going to try my best, how about you Russell?"

"Well," I said, looking at the hourglass. "First off, the score is tied, three for three. Second of all, we've still got about fifteen more minutes to go. And third, we really don't have a winner yet, so we really should continue to the end of the hour, right guys?"

"All right," Chris reconsidered. "I'll try, but I don't think I've got much left to offer!"

"That's okay, I don't think any of us do," I confessed. "My last one was pretty dry, what about you guys?" As I looked around, Alan, Chris and Jeremy were all nodding their heads in silent agreement. "Okay then, let's see what happens!"

With that, my tree fort turned quiet as we all put forth our best effort to go the distance and reach for a never before attempted `fourth round'.

In order for me to beat my personal best, and break my three-in-a-row record, I closed my eyes and tried to think of the most erotic thoughts I could to help me get an edge over my three competitors. Even though I was trying to beat them, I was quite thankful for my new friends. The four of us experienced enough `Hourglass Meetings' over the last few weeks to fuel a lifetime of jack-off memories. Then, my thoughts brought me back two years, to a time before I met any of them. My mind wandered inward into my own lonely and secluded past. Back then, to pacify and arouse myself, I would create a fantasy world where I imagined I would mess around with these hot, horny, sexy boys that were close to my own age, who wanted me for my hot body.

Well, back then, in the real world, I was thirteen years old, average height and weight with straight brown hair, brown eyes and fair complexion. My best attributes included, a broad toothy smile, a fairly athletic looking body, the beginnings of a set of abs as well as a pretty good sized dick for my age, accompanied by a pair of maturing balls. Even with all those splendid qualities, I still hadn't begun to shoot real sperm yet and therefore, I didn't consider myself to be very attractive or desirable. That didn't matter to my fantasy boys though. They still allowed me to do whatever I wanted. During my lonely days, I had no idea that my fantasy boys would bear such a striking resemblance to the close friends that were sitting around me at this very moment. Then I realized, if I just opened my eyes, I would practically be in the presence of my most treasured fantasy boys, except, these guys were real and they were here with me right now.

I opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was true. Witnessing Alan, Chris and Jeremy all jacking together in unison in front of me made my dick twitch and my balls tighten. I looked at my hourglass and realized that we had only a few minutes left to go. I could hardly believe it was true, but I felt like I just might be able to make it. I felt the tingling begin to emerge from deep inside me and things were about to get steamy.

"If anyone's close, we've got about three minutes left!" I advised the group.

"I'm real close, but I can't seem to make it cum," Jeremy confessed.

"Me too," Alan added. "It's right at the tip of my dick, I can feel it."

"I don't know if I can make it," Chris said. "But I don't wanna stop either. It feels too good!"

Then I realized that I was feeling the same thing all the others were feeling. I was kind of stuck at the verge of cuming, yet nothing was happening. I didn't want to start pounding my dick because it was starting to get quite sore and very sensitive. The only thing I could really do was keep doing what I was doing and hope I'd make it before our time ran out.

"Two minutes," I announced.

I looked around and realized that everyone else must have been in the same condition as me. Usually, in the last couple of minutes of the hour, everyone goes into a stroking frenzy, trying to beat the clock and each other. Instead, they were doing what I was doing and were barely able to maintain their modest stroking, even though we were all extremely aroused and on the edge of exploding.

"Sixty Seconds!" I stated.

We were down to the wire and I could see that it was all starting to come to a head.

Alan started breathing heavily and slowed his pace down. The change in speed helped him relax his tense muscles and allowed his semen to pass the obstruction that was preventing his release.

Chris returned to his proven method of stimulation and slowly began the motion of untwisting his dickhead the way he had done before. Like Alan, Chris's change of technique caused his body to relax, having a similar effect on his obstructed orgasm. It was clear to me now that we were all just trying too hard. I took Chris and Alan's example and relaxed my body and slowed my pace, even though we were merely seconds away from the finish line.

Jeremy caught fire and got our attention as he announced his impending climax. He stretched out his legs, arched his back, took in a deep breath and held it in, squeezing his dick for the last remaining seconds.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" Jeremy belted out. "There!"

Jeremy released his grip, producing a small bead of fluid that gathered at the tip of his dick just as the last few grains of sand emptied into the lower chamber of the hourglass, signaling the end of the game.

"Three... Two... One..." I said, counting down the last moments prior to officially calling an end to today's game. "Times Up!"

A few moments later, Alan, Chris, and I, all blew our loads, one after the other. It was slightly anti-climactic though. All three of us had very little physical evidence to show for our fourth orgasm of the day, and it was all for nothing anyway. The time had run out!

"Did I make it?" Jeremy asked.

"Wait a minute," Chris said, disputing any official ruling I might make. "That little drop at the tip of your dick doesn't look like `Cum' to me."

"Well, if it doesn't look like `Cum', then what does it look like?" I inquired.

"It looks like `Pre-Cum'," Chris objected. "Real `Cum' looks cloudy and `Pre-Cum' is clear and that stuff looks pretty clear to me. Just like a drop of piss or something."

"That doesn't prove anything," I said. "I just think you don't want Jeremy to win."

"No," Chris clarified. "That's not it at all. I just want to make sure it's real!"

"Hey guys, I know how you can prove it," Alan interjected. "I read online that, `Pre-Cum' is tasteless, where actual semen has a salty taste."

"Okay, fine!" I conceded. "Go ahead and taste it Alan. Let us know which one it is."

"Hell No," Alan protested. "I aint gonna taste it, you taste it!"

"I'm not gonna taste it either," I said. "Chris, you're the one who made the claim, you taste it."

"Not me, Russell!" Chris baulked. "You're the leader of the club. You have to do it. It's your duty to settle all disputes."

"Okay, fine!" I huffed. "I'll do it... you pussies."

I got up off my pillow and sat, side-by-side next to Jeremy. I leaned down to lick the tip of Jeremy's dick to determine if, what was beaded and glistening at the tip of Jeremy's dick, was indeed, `Cum' or `Pre-Cum'. As I got close, I could smell a mixture of the sweet scented hand lotion and the pungent aroma of genuine Cum! I stuck out my tongue to obtain a sample and immediately tasted the saltiness I had been warned to expect.

"That's genuine Cum, all right" I forcefully ruled. "Definitely salty tasting!"

"Eww!" Chris groaned.

"Gross!" Alan added.

Jeremy, who had been quiet all this time, drew his finger across the tip of his dick and gathered his own sample.

"There's nothing `Gross' about my `Cum'," Jeremy said in his own defense. As he slipped his finger into his mouth, a sudden look of surprise flashed across his face. It was not at all what he expected his first taste of sperm might be like. "Hey Russell," Jeremy humbly praised. "You're a pretty brave dude."

"Thanks, I think!" I answered and everyone laughed.

"So, Did I make it? Did I win?" Jeremy asked, waiting for me to make my official ruling.

"Oh, yeah," I laughed. "I almost forgot. Jeremy is officially today's winner with an unbelievably high score of four rounds, with an amazing two seconds to spare!"

We all gave Jeremy `three cheers', which was the way we customarily ended our meetings each week.

We all reached into the middle of the room and started grabbing handfuls of tissues and began to clean ourselves up. Once we did that, we pulled our underwear and pants back on. I noticed that each and every one of us had to tuck our dicks in and re-arrange ourselves since we were all still sporting raging hard-ons. Usually, at least for me, my weekly `Hourglass Club' experience would be enough to satisfy my sexual appetite for a day or two. But despite going four rounds today, I felt that there was still another round inside me, waiting to be coaxed out.

I said goodbye to each one of my friends as they climbed down the rope ladder and left to go back home. I almost couldn't wait for them to leave so I could have some alone time. Once everyone was gone, I gathered the hourglass, the hand cream and the box of tissues and stuffed them into my backpack. Then I turned off the lantern, opened the shutters and climbed down from my tree fort to go straight to my room. I immediately jumped onto my bed and pulled my shorts under my balls and stared fixedly at my dick. I was now alone, just me and my boner. I got aroused all over again wondering if Alan, Chris and Jeremy were feeling the same way that I was right now and if they went straight home to shoot off another round in their own bedrooms like I was about to do.

Even though I was still on fire and ready to go for round five, I was getting a little scared at the same time. I wondered when my dad's `Hancing' pills were going to wear off. I started to feel bad that I had talked my friends into taking them with me. I didn't realize there might have been any dangers in taking them. Jeremy was right when he said we shouldn't take something a doctor had prescribed. I should have tried one on myself first before subjecting my friends to the possible dangers and side effects. My dick was sore, my balls had run dry and yet, I still wanted more.

I looked at my dick and it did look slightly enlarged as it stood firmly at attention. I didn't know if it was all in my head or not. I tried to will my dick to go down, but instead, it started throbbing and began bobbing up and down to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It also got hot to the touch and turned a purplish color. I wondered how many more times that my dad's pill was going to induce me to cum. My balls were so dry and tender already, I was worried that they were going to shrivel up and shrink to the size of a pea or even disappear completely. Was my sex life over before it had even began? I didn't know what to do. Instinctively, I reached for my poor boner and slowly rubbed it, ever so carefully. Then I started to imagine that Alan, Chris and Jeremy were in the same condition I was in and were getting scared too. Then I started to visualize how my friends might be approaching their climax at this very moment, one by one as they experienced the most intense orgasms of their lives.

Suddenly, I was startled as someone knocked at my bedroom door. I quickly pulled my shorts back up and took a deep breath as my heart pounded through my chest.

"Come in," I called out from my bed.

I was expecting it to be my mom but as the door opened, I was surprised to see that it was Jeremy.

"Hey Jeremy, what's up?" I asked as I got up and sat at the edge of my bed.

"Your mom said it was all right for me to come back here to your room," he said. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure," I said. "Come on in and sit here, next to me."

Jeremy came in, closed and locked the door behind him and came over as instructed.

"What's on your mind?" I casually asked.

"I can't make my dick go down," Jeremy explained. "See!"

I could tell that he was shaking as he stood up and dropped his shorts and briefs to his knees to reveal his reddened, swollen boner that was sticking straight up like an armed soldier, ready to do battle. Then he sat back down next to me, leaving his pants down and his boner exposed.

"What should I do Russell?" Jeremy asked as he looked at his boner, then looked at me with tearful eyes. "I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, we'll figure this out," I said, trying to comfort him. "Look! I have the same problem."

I leaned back on the bed and pulled my shorts down under my balls to show Jeremy my own raging hard-on.

"It was that pill you gave us, wasn't it?" Jeremy scowled.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," I confessed. "Maybe, doing it one more time will make the pill wear-off faster and everything will go back to normal?"

I could see by the look in Jeremy's eyes that my suggestion didn't make all that much sense. Then his expression changed and a devilish smile suddenly appeared.

"Remember, in your tree fort earlier, when you leaned down and licked my dick?" Jeremy said with an excited whisper.

"Yeah," I confirmed suspiciously.

"That was so cool!" he said. "It was so short and quick, but it felt real good!"

"That's nice Jeremy, I'm glad you enjoyed it," I told him.

"You don't understand," Jeremy explained. "Remember when I told you how brave you were?"

"Yeah," I slowly answered.

"Well... I'm ready to be brave... with you... right now... if you want to, I mean..." Jeremy cautiously asked as he tried to read my body language along the way.

"Are you saying that you want to suck my dick, or are you saying you want me to suck your dick?" I purposely asked, just to see exactly what it was he was getting at.

"Both!" Jeremy firmly said. "I had an idea that we could do it together... at the same time, I mean."

"Oh, you mean like a `69'?"

"Umm, yeah, that!" Jeremy smiled.

Jeremy was a changed boy all right. He would have never asked me such a bold question before. I was shocked, but at the same time, impressed. He was growing up right in front of my eyes.

I instructed Jeremy to keep his pants down and get in the middle of my bed. Then I had him lay on his side facing me. Then I got myself into what I assumed was a traditional `69' position. I aligned our bodies so our boners were lined up with each other's mouth.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Jeremy grunted out a sound that resembled a `yes', and then suddenly, time started to move in slow motion.

In my wildly vivid fantasies, I had sucked all kinds of dicks and explored many different kinds of erotic activities with my fantasy boys. But in reality, this was going to be the first time I had another boy's dick in my mouth. Licking the tip like I had done with Jeremy earlier didn't count. This was going to be the real thing, going all the way down to the base of a real, hot, erect penis. I hesitated for a moment until I felt the warm sensation of Jeremy's mouth engulf my dick. He couldn't wait to get my boner in his mouth. This time, it was Jeremy who was brave. I couldn't turn back now, Jeremy had set everything into motion.

I moved closer to Jeremy's dick, swallowed hard and then went all the way down on it, taking all of it into my mouth at once. It was easy to do since Jeremy's dick was the perfect mouthful. I was initially repulsed by the residual sour taste of the hand cream we had both used earlier. Thankfully, the flavor quickly disappeared and we were both enjoying our very first suck-off.

As I sucked on Jeremy's dick, I found it nearly impossible to keep my concentration on what I was doing. The wild sensations that Jeremy was sending up and down my spine was driving me to the edge of another orgasm. He was absolutely right. Sucking each other off felt real good.

Jacking-off alone can be satisfying as long as there's no one else around to do it with, but jacking-off with friends, like we do in the `Hourglass Club' is even better. Watching each other get off is so hot, especially when we talk dirty while we're stroking ourselves and then describe how good it feels as we cry out in ecstasy and shoot our loads off, one by one. Now, as Jeremy and I lay here, sucking each other, I'm discovering that this is way better.

Then, I suddenly got a really hot and arousing idea. I imagined introducing Alan and Chris to this new and exciting way of getting off at our next `Hourglass Club' meeting. We could do a circle suck where we each sucked-off the guy next to us. Everybody would have a dick in their mouths and everybody's dick would get sucked by their neighbor. It was the perfect activity where nobody would get left out. The only thing was, Alan and Chris seemed to get grossed out when I licked Jeremy's dick and they might not like the idea. Well, at least Jeremy and I were hooked and I had the new and improved Jeremy to thank for that.

As we continued, I noticed Jeremy's breathing begin to deepen as he started to suck me harder. I returned the favor and began to suck him harder as I pushed my nose deep into his balls. I felt Jeremy's dick swell up in my mouth. I guess I instinctively knew what was coming as I prepared myself to receive Jeremy's salty prize. His dick started pulsing as a small amount of his liquid essence seasoned my palate with a curiously delightful combination of sweet and savory flavors. As I continued to suck Jeremy off to see if I could coax a little extra tasty cream out of him. Once I completely sucked him dry, his dick began to deflate.

"It worked," I said to Jeremy as I pointed to his shrinking dick. "Look!"

Jeremy sat up and stared at himself as his dick bounced, softened a little and then stopped, bounced, softened a little and then stopped again. It did that four or five more times until his dick got as soft as it was going to get.

"You're going to be all right now," I informed him.

"Thanks! I feel much better now. That felt so good," Jeremy sighed as he took one more long look at his own softy.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you mean, what?" he asked.

"Why are you still staring at your dinky?" I teased.

"It's not a dinky anymore," Jeremy proclaimed. "Look at it. Now that it's soft, I can really tell. It's bigger. It's fatter. It's so cool. I think that pill made it grow."

"Yeah, the same thing happened to me," I informed him as he looked over at my dick and checked me out.

"Now that you mention it, it does look bigger and fatter, just like mine, but yours is still hard," Jeremy commented.

"Yeah, I'll be all right though. You can leave now if you want to," I said.

"Well, it is getting late and I should've been home already," Jeremy said. "Thanks for everything Russell, you're the best friend a guy could have!"

He pulled his clothes back up and headed for the door. I laid my pillow across my lap in case my mom was near the door when Jeremy opened it.

"See you later," he said as he walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.

Once I knew that Jeremy was gone, I removed the pillow from my lap and stared at my engorged dick. When Jeremy learned that I had made his persistent boner finally begin to soften, I think he totally forgot that he hadn't finished me off yet.

Right now, I was just as concerned about my own predicament as Jeremy was when he knocked on my door. I needed to get off and I needed it bad. I got back into the position I was in before Jeremy arrived and slowly stroked myself back into an arousing rhythm, thinking about how amazing it felt to get sucked by Jeremy. A few moments later, I found myself teetering on the edge of another mind altering orgasm. My heart started pounding, my mouth got dry. Then, my ears got hot and my eyes began to water. I closed my eyes and experienced a dazzling lightshow that danced in my mind's eye. My balls got pulled up into my body and my dick expanded in my hand, swelling into a puffy swollen handful. Then I felt my balls contract and spasm as my head began to spin. Suddenly, I was overtaken by a powerful heaving that emanated from deep within my groin and gripped me so hard, every muscle in my body tightened, taking my breath away. I unintentionally screamed out in ecstasy but my voice produced no sound. I opened my eyes to watch myself shoot and beheld my dick, twitching with each contraction. Then I witnessed my balls doing an orgasmic ballet as they moved up and down at will. I fought to keep my attention on my dick, but not a single drop emerged from my sputtering tool. My mind momentarily transcended this earth and ascended into the cosmos where I almost lost myself. I was in such a euphoric state that I had lost all concern over the fact that I had just gone completely, totally and utterly dry.

As I slowly drifted back down to earth from my lofty high. My body relaxed and I felt the warm feeling of complete satisfaction and sexual fulfillment. A few moments later, I was fast asleep.

I awoke an hour later when I heard my dad come home from work. I was startled to find that I still had my shorts and briefs tucked under my balls, but at the same time, overjoyed that my dick had finally softened. I was feeling like I was completely back to normal and I felt thankful that everything was `right with the world' once again. I was thankful that there didn't seem to be any long lasting negative effects from our experience. I did notice that there was one remaining aftereffect. Even though my dick was soft, it felt like it was in a `semi-erect state' for several weeks afterward. In addition, when I would get a boner, it would be a firmer and larger one and there was no mistake, it definitely was not my imagination. I thought about it a while and decided to let Jeremy help me persuade Alan and Chris to try my newly invented game at our next `Hourglass' meeting. If my `Hourglass Club' members experienced the same aftereffect as I did, and were willing to try something new like they did today, our future meetings should be out of this world!

End of Chapter #2

The End

Comments about my stories are always welcome.

Please send your e-mail responses to Paul S. Stevens: pablosound2010@hotmail.com

Friend me on Facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/paul.s.stevens.5