Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 15:56:17 -0400
From: Derek Idlewild <derekidlewild@gmail.com>
Subject: THE WHITE STUFF

THE WHITE STUFF
Story by Derek Idlewild
Derekidlewild@gmail.com

When I was in fifth grade this guy Kenny I knew at school told everyone at
our lunch table about how he had caught his brother jerking off. I laughed
along with the others present, but I had no idea what he meant. I cornered
Kenny later to question him, and he explained that jerking off was when you
rubbed your dick until white stuff came out. Sounded pretty unlikely to
me. At that point in my life, I was a lot more interested in BMX racing and
fishing. I wasn't too worried about my dick or what I might do with it.

That following year, though, I had a lot of anxiety because I kept having
these great sexy dreams--in which I felt like I was flying naked--but they
were causing me to almost wet the bed. At least, that's what I thought was
making my underwear all sticky at night....then I remembered what Kenny
said about the "white stuff". The next time I had a sexy dream, I woke up
before it was over and found that my hand was in my shorts. I started
rubbing like Kenny had described, and sure enough...a star was born. I
didn't tell anyone about it, but I started doing it every chance I got.

Kenny and I got to be better friends in middle school, and every once in
awhile he stayed over at our place for the weekend. One night over
Christmas break, Kenny and I decided to spend the evening spying on my
sister and her friends who were shooting pool in our basement rec room. We
hid under the pool table for an hour or so, watching their legs as they
made their shots, watching my sister make out with this guy Mike on the
sofa, listening to them saying all kinds of swear words and drinking beers
that Mike had smuggled in his backpack. My sister's friend Luke was an
exceptionally good pool player, easily beating everyone in game after game,
and when the other kids decided to walk down the railroad tracks to the
7-11 for cigarettes, he said he was going to stay behind and play with
himself.

My sister and her other friends laughed at his unfortunate phrasing, and
they headed out the door. Kenny and I expected to be stuck under the table
for another hour of Luke being an all-star on the pool table, but it turned
out he was being serious when he said he was staying behind to play with
himself. As soon as the others were gone, he sat on the sofa in full view
of our hiding place and began rubbing the front of his sweat pants. He was
probably only 16 or so, but to us he was a full grown man, and we were both
shocked at how big and hairy his cock was when he slid his pants down and
began stroking it.  I got hard immediately, and I'll bet Kenny did too, but
we both just sat there, hidden, transfixed by Luke's stroking. He didn't
seem like he cared that someone might walk in on him at any moment--he had
his pants at his knees, his cock in his hand, his head resting on the
cushion behind him. His huge white load seemed to pour down the side of his
hand, and then to my complete shock he licked all of it off his hand and
just sat there with his dick out till it got soft again.

Later that night, up in my attic bedroom, Kenny and I stretched out in my
bunkbeds in the dark, him up top and me down below. I thought he had fallen
asleep, but suddenly he said, "That was awesome." He didn't have to tell me
what he was referring to. It was all either one of us could think about
that night. I immediately said, "Yeah, it was," and then I realized from
the slight movement of the mattress over my head that Kenny was jacking his
dick up there. I was hard again, and I got mine out and joined him. I could
feel him pausing and listening, so I intentionally did it harder and louder
for a few moments. He resumed his stroking and we fell into a rhythm. "When
I cum, I'm gonna taste it," he murmured. "Me too," I replied. And we both
shot our loads, and we both licked them up in the dark. Then we went to
sleep.

The next weekend my sister had her friends over again. I don't know if I
did it because I wanted to be like Luke, but I wore sweatpants with no
underwear that night and hung out in the basement with the older kids. I
even got a game on with Luke, although he beat me in only three turns. When
I sat down on the sofa, my sister abruptly stopped making out with Mike and
said, "We're going to 7-11."

"I'm staying here to play with myself," Luke muttered, and everyone
laughed, and they all left. Except for me and Luke.

I watched him lay balls into the pockets expertly, one after the other, in
numerical order. He really was a good pool player. It was awkwardly quiet,
so I said, "Why don't you like going to 7-11?"

He glanced at me as if noticing me for the first time, then racked up his
balls for another game. "They aren't going to 7-11, kid. That's your
sister's code for smoking up. They walk along the railroad tracks till they
get to the tunnel, and they all get high."

That was news to me. But still: "Why don't you go?"

"Because I'm a varsity fucking athlete, that's why." When he made his first
shot to break the balls, two of them went into the pockets right off the
bat. "You always run around with no underwear?"

I got red in the face immediately. "How can you tell I'm not wearing any?"

"Because I can see your dick through your sweatpants. It's a fucking
distraction."

"Oh."

Luke was polishing the tip of his stick with a chalk cube as he looked
across the room at me. Now that he mentioned it, I could see his dick
through his sweatpants too. It was BIG. Like bigger than it had been a
minute ago.

"Sweatpants are great," he said philosophically, "because you can whip it
out whenever you need to, in no time flat. Take a piss, jack it off, or
just give it some air." I guess he thought now was a good time to give it
some air, because he dipped his sweatpants down and kind of wedged the
waistband under his balls. His hairy dick was sticking straight out.

I just stared at him, a little panicked inside because my dick was getting
super hard and there was no way to hide it. And he was crossing the room
toward me. And he was sitting down next to me on the sofa with his dick
hanging out.

"Get yours out," Luke told me casually. He was stroking his now, using both
hands, and staring expectantly at my crotch. "I want to see how big it is."

I quickly got mine out. It was the first time anyone else had seen my hard
dick, and I wasn't sure what he would say. But...there is was. My dick.

"How old are you?"

I gulped. "I'm 13."

"That's a nice one for 13 years old, man. Almost as big as mine." And then
he reached across and took mine in his left hand, and squeezed it much
harder than I had ever squeezed it before. I realized that he was stroking
us both in unison, and I kind of felt like I was going to faint. He was
grinning. "Man, you are really into this, buddy," he said, and he wrapped
his other arm around my back and let me kind of rest my head on his chest.

He was still rubbing me, but as I looked down into his crotch--that big
beautiful cock just inches from my face--I realized he wasn't rubbing
himself anymore. That seemed unfair, so I put my hand on it. It was hot to
the touch, and his mushroom tip was wet. He moaned a little bit, and I
started stroking him the same way he was stroking me. We fell into a nice
rhythm, and I realized I had never felt this close to another person
before. And I barely knew him.

He was breathing differently, and I knew what was going to happen. He
stopped stroking my dick altogether and was just kind of hugging me as I
took care of his dick. "I'm gonna cum, Derek," he said quietly in my ear,
and then it started shooting everywhere--on my shirt, his shirt, and up my
arm. He shot load after load as I pumped him, and I knew he was done when
he kissed the side of my head. "Stand up," he told me.

I stood before him, with my cock aimed at his face. There was a moment of
silence between us.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," he told me, and I did. Then he began
stroking my cock with both hands, and blowing on it. His lips were so close
to my dick. "I'm gonna make you cum just like you did for me," he
promised. I was getting so close, and I tried to pull away so I wouldn't
accidently get any on his face, but he held me still and when I started
shooting my cum I realized it was going directly into his mouth. He was
swallowing my load!

When I was done, he used his fingers to get the last drops off the tip of
my penis, and he licked my cum off his fingers. Then he pulled my
sweatpants up, and as I turned away he spanked my ass and laughed as he put
his dick away. "Come on, let me teach you how to shoot pool."

Afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Luke, and
I knew I shouldn't tell anybody, but the next time Kenny slept over he
asked me if I had caught Luke jerking off since we last spied on him. I
said no at first, but after we turned the lights out, we started talking
about masturbation again and I finally admitted that I had jacked it with
Luke in the rec room.

I was afraid Kenny was going to make fun of me for it, but instead he was
fascinated and maybe even jealous. "I've been thinking about that night
when we watched him," Kenny told me, "and I even thought about what it
would be like to do that with another guy. Did it make you feel weird?"

"Well, a little bit. But mostly it made me feel really close to him, you
know?"

"Like brothers," Kenny said then.

I could tell by the way he said it that he meant it as a good thing. So I
just went ahead and asked. "Would you ever jerk off with another guy?"

Kenny was quiet for a little while, like longer than was comfortable, and I
was sorry I asked. But then he finally responded with, "If it was somebody
I trusted, yeah, I would. Like my best friend or whatever."

And then I realized from the slight movement of the bunk above mine that we
were already jacking off together. I slid out of bed and stood up. Even
with the lights off, I could see the silhouette of his body. His boxers
were at his knees and his cock was standing straight up from his body. And
to my surprise, Kenny had the largest penis I had ever seen--thick and
long.

We didn't talk at all, but he sat up in bed and slid his boxers the rest of
the way off. I stood on the floor stroking myself, and he sat on the edge
of the top bunk with his legs hanging down and his massive dong aimed at me
as he pulled on it. As we stroked I moved closer and closer till I was
standing between his knees, his hands working that giant dick right in
front of me. I reached out and he instinctively pulled his hands away and
let me have his cock.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," I told him, and he did, and I stroked his
dick and his balls and it felt amazing. Pre-cum was dripping down my hand,
and I licked it off and loved the taste of him. Kenny was moaning lightly,
and he warned me that he was about to cum. The hands on my shoulders pulled
me closer, and I let my lips touch the lead of his cock as the first warm
spout of white stuff jetted out of him. His load was proportionate to the
size of his enormous balls, and just like Luke did, I swallowed every drop.

Afterwards I was falling asleep, and the bed started to shake a bit. Kenny
climbed naked into my bunk, and our bodies came together and fit perfectly.