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Part VIII
By Chris Carr
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Verdel was a little scamp. He could climb anything in a
flash, then dangle from it with one hand like a chimp on speed. Trees, walls,
fences… he even hung from a balcony one time. That got him in big trouble
because this little old lady that stayed on the first floor just about had a
heart attack when she saw his legs dangling in front of her window. She called
the police and they “detained” all of us… it was a big mess.
I think it was that day he hung from the balcony he caught
my attention. His shirt pulled up from his pants and I could see the taut
muscles on his smooth stomach. What’s more, it looked like he was getting
hard. I didn’t know it then but, apparently, heights made Verdel horny. All I
saw was that little tent in his pants and the trigger was tripped.
The next time I got Verdel alone, I talked him into
climbing the tree in my back yard. “But not too high!” I cautioned, watching
him scamper. Like I’d hoped, he got to a sturdy branch and swung down. Hanging
by one hand, he looked down at me, a look of satisfaction on his face. I’d
positioned beneath him, one goal in mind. I waited until that tent started to
form in his pants and asked him how long he could hang like that? He hunched his
shoulders, clueless. So this was just recreation for him, I speculated?
Mom was in the front, ironing and folding clothes while watching her soaps so I knew she’d be adequately occupied. Besides, the only way she could’ve seen us would’ve been to open the back door and walk around the house. I would’ve heard her coming long before she got there so I felt relatively safe.
Verdel’s hanging there like Tarzan, his skin tight shorts now sporting an unavoidable tent so I reached up and unfastened them. The little horn dog didn’t even protest. That tent became even more pronounced through his white briefs and I was tempted to keep them on but I wanted to see what his dick looked like so bad, I couldn’t resist it.
Here’s Verdel, hanging by one hand from the tree in my back yard, his pants and briefs bunched about his ankles and his dick sticking straight up, reaching for the sky! Damn, when I slipped my hand around that puppy, he shuddered so bad, it caused a rustling in the branches.
In a matter of minutes his dick swelled, ejecting fiery darts of hot cum. Positioned right at eye level, it was something to watch the way they spurted out then fell, almost as if in slow motion, eventually colliding with the grass below. Verdel just about knocked every leaf in the tree loose, shaking and quivering the way he did but he never said anything. Just shook and delivered, raining little white salvos of his issue onto the green grass below until finally, there was no more.
Those final weeks of that summer, long time ago, were the
most eventful. Stirrings in the inner circle became frequent, each one of the
principles reacting in their own way.
Melvin tried playing it off, feigning disinterest but
sulked every time someone brought up Jeffrey or Sean’s record. Alex
should’ve been concerned but he was too consumed with his own lust to care.
You know, when people tell me Alex is married and got kids, I find it hard to
believe when contrasted against the picture of him hunting dick, countless times
that summer.
Then I heard that Randy got damn close to seven minutes
which led me to believe those fools were doing things amongst themselves. But
what? They couldn’t have been having their own jack off sessions, could
they?
Randy never challenged the record directly, instead settling for his own record. Hell, he was Randy, who’d dare taunt him? So that left Jason. Well… Jason and Brian, but Brian didn’t really count.
Remember Jason, the boy who kept coming by to swim? Yeah,
quiet Jason, the one that couldn’t even request a second chance. Don’t let
those quiet ones fool you. If I could tell about all the quiet boys I’d
had…. whew!!
Somehow or another, Jason’d got his hands on some porno!
He came over one day with a magazine rolled up in his back pocket. Pages were
missing and the remaining ones were frayed but that didn’t matter, we had
porn!
We sat on the wood floor of my bedroom, the door locked
and the TV blaring so no one could hear us, flipping pages in wonder. “Daaaaamn,”
we’d chime in together, ogling some woman’s huge tits or pink pussy. Yeah,
the models were white, that was about all you could get back then. But we
didn’t care, we had porn!!
Wasn’t long before both of us were sporting serious
chubbys, dividing my attention between the magazine and subtle peeks at
Jason’s bulge. “Lemme see it,” I finally said, pointing at the tent in his
pants. He looked around, as if someone could see us in the closed room,
eventually opening his pants and hauling it out.
Whoa, had Jason grown or was I just gullible?
I started stroking him and he leaned back on his palms, watching. He hadn’t
asked but I decided to stack the deck against Melvin and add some more minutes
to the record. When Jason started wiggling and breathing hard, I seized his
balls and started tugging.
His eyes went big and his hand shot down to remove mine
but I held on, refusing to let go, which only served to pull his balls further
out because now he was pulling on my arm.
“Oww!” He protested, sitting up. He was reaching with
the other hand when I grabbed it, stopping long enough to gather both of his
slender wrists in my grip, then resumed stroking him. Now, however, I couldn’t
pull his balls.
I was fed up with these boys pulling my hand away so an
idea started to come to mind and it changed the way handjobs were administered
for the rest of the summer.
“Whachoo doin’?” Jason protested as I pulled his
hands behind him. I’d removed the sash from my bath robe and was now knotting
one end around his wrists. Once they were secured behind his back, I maneuvered
him over to my dresser. The thing weighed a ton and was filled to capacity with
Lyle’s and my clothes so it wasn’t going anywhere. Tying his wrist to one of
the legs, I stepped around him and started pulling his shoes off.
Jason watched me, shocked, as I removed all of his
clothing below his waist. “What?” He kept saying, his mouth dropped open.
Plopping down between his legs, I returned to his dick, languidly stroking it
back to a full erection. Boy, you should’ve seen his eyes, the way they’d
bulge then slowly close when it got to feeling good. This was going to be
dee-lish, I savored, slowly stroking him.
Five minutes later, he’d started all the signs. The
panting, the tremors and wiggling. He was getting close but this time, he
couldn’t do anything when I grabbed his balls. A startled grunt was all he
offered as I pulled. His dick stood extra hard but his moment of release had
been deterred and a record waited.
Jason’s eyes popped open and he stared at me, a confused look on his face. Caught in the grips of dueling sensations, he bobbed and shook, his dick trying to release while his balls held him back. His tongue wagging, he panted and huffed.
“Ahhh!” He grunted, his toes curling and flexing.
I pulled harder on his balls, which were drawing tighter,
and smaller, making it hard for me to grip them. Despite my efforts, he looked
like he might blow any second. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand,
calculating the minutes to arrive at just under seven minutes.
“Ahhhhh!” Jason exhaled, his dick so hard you
could’ve hammered nails with it. Shaking and writhing, a look of pain overtook
that confused look. I was pulling on his nads like a kid on a new slingshot now.
Tugging and clutching for purchase, I did my best to hold them out but his balls
had shrunk so, I didn’t have much.
Jason pleaded with me with his eyes, his body convulsing and writhing like someone on a torture table. I slowed my strokes on his achingly hard torpedo, taunting him because I could. I’d discovered a dark side of myself that knew no bounds and there was no negotiating with it.
Toying with him, I alternated moments where I gingerly caressed his pleading
pole with periods where I didn’t stroke or fondle him at all. He’d moan and
wiggle, every time I grazed or fingered his brick hard bat but I wouldn’t let
him cum.
“Com’on Sonny,” He pleaded, sweat running down his face.
We’d long passed the required nine minutes and my hand
was getting tired from yanking on his insistent balls so I finally let them go.
Jason sighed a sigh of relief and in seconds his dick reared up, bulging extra
hard. Despite my light caresses, his dick found release and let fly.
Wailing like a scalded dog, he bucked his hips upwards,
rearing his dick into my stroking fist. The dresser shook, my model space ships
on top wobbling and falling but his face was one of sheer relief mixed with near
alarm. Jason bucked like a bucking bronco as he squirted huge plumes of pent up
cum, high into the air. His toes were bent so hard, the knuckles brightened a
shade lighter. His chest heaved and he groaned and wailed, competing with the
blaring TV so, I expected my mom at the door, any minute.
Damn, what a sight, though. Here’s Jason on the floor,
naked from the waist down, his hands tied behind his back while his dick is
standing up between his legs like a lamppost. The entire time he was cumming I
caressed his smooth, hairless legs and just got off on the view, no shit. I
didn’t even need to cum. Just kept watching him tied and shooting while all
these thoughts were going through my mischievous head.
So Jason broke and set a new record that day, even though
he wasn’t trying. Not long after that, Brian took a whack and I tied up
another victim, to my extreme delight. I’d even got a length of rope from the
garage for this one.
He squirmed and bitched, even more than Jason, but gave me a gracious, full load when I let him go. I think that boy could’ve kissed me, that nutt was so good. Knocked everything on top of my dresser off and just moaned and whimpered like a girl on prom night. I’d found a new vice and relished the idea of more victims.
The days flying by, the closer we got to the school year,
I’d seen a lot and my attitude towards boys had totally changed. Whereas I
once considered them perplexing, if not a nuisance, they’d since become a
constant source of increasingly enjoyable exploration.
But like all good things, it was coming to an end. Other
than Brian, I hadn’t heard from anyone else about breaking the record. Left to
lonely handjobs, late at night, I masturbated to my many memories. Randy, and
that amazing dick of his. The way the skin just rolled back as his dick
hardened. And Alex, who must’ve been the horniest, closet case I’d ever
seen. As much as he enjoyed hand jobs, there’s no way he couldn’t have been
messing around some of the other boys. Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised to
hear he was giving blow jobs!
I suppose you have your favorites and there’s really too
many boys to put in this one story. Boys who, long after that summer used news
of my “club” to get their first handjob. Some who reciprocated, and some who
even did me. It was an exciting time and a totally different climate from
today’s.
We played out the rest of that summer, the chatter about the “record” diminishing so, even I rarely thought about it. Kids will be kids I guess, and, despite my sexual awakening, I was content to play and frolic like the rest. Sword fights, Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers. Biking up Raymond Ave. then careening down Hayden… the entire three blocks.
And the pool, where it all started. Mom threw me a pool party when I turned fifteen. It was one of the best things about having a summer birthday. God, where would I have been without that pool? And, oh yeah! Without Melvin. Melvin Peterson and his competitive ass. His cockiness. Melvin and his stubbornness.
Melvin… tied like a hog… sweating and writhing…
Yeah, that fool came back. I mean, he had too, right? His
reputation was on the line and tongues were a wagging.
Had I been planning for Melvin all along?
When I look back at it, maybe I was. All I knew then (and to a great degree now)
is that Melvin embodied all that I came to detest in a male. Arrogant, boorish,
and, lest we forget, stubborn, there was no way Melvin was going to let that
summer end with him defeated. It’s why he’d waited so long, that way, no one
could’ve challenged it.
In that last week before school started, he came to me, that smug look on his face as if I owed him another chance. It was the farthest thing from my mind. School was just around the corner and the summer a fading memory, the last thing I was thinking about was Melvin’s “reputation”.
“Dang Sonny, just do it, ok?”
He was pushing all my buttons, driving me away, until I
considered the implications. It had to have meant a lot to him to approach me,
this late in the game. I had my hunches, observing the way he’d sulk or get
irritated whenever a new record was set but this was more than I’d calculated.
This was the Superbowl of handjobs.
“We do it, you gotta do everything I say,” I finally conceded. It was enough to make him stop bouncing that silly ball he’d brought and melt that cocky smirk on his face.
“Like, what?” He countered, skeptical.
“Just be here, Saturday around…” I tapped my chin
for extra effect, “Around 2:00.”
To be continued....
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