Borrowed Time by Traumarei
Part 1. How It Started
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Jerry knew that jerking off together didn't mean the same thing to the other guys that it did to him.
It had all started in sixth grade. Yeah, sure, they'd all known about sex since fourth grade or so, he guessed, but it hadn't really been all that interesting to them at that point. Kind of gross, actually. You put that part of you inside someone else? A girl? Wouldn't it be more sanitary if you, like, just pushed it out on top of the skin, and then let the sperms or whatever they were go swimming inside the girl without having to stick your dick all inside her dirty place? Jimmy had asked that, about fifth grade he thought it was. No one had a good answer.
Looking back on it, he didn't have enough words for how naive they had all been. Sure, they knew the mechanics, but they didn't GET IT. Who would have guessed that just four years later they would all be acting like hormone-driven zombies, their heads turning in unison to watch whenever girls with tits went walking by their table at lunchtime? All except him, who tried to imitate the motion, because after all, it would be a really bad thing if anyone noticed his head turning to watch the cute BOYS go by.
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It had been after school. They'd been sitting around in the game room at Jimmy's house, all six of them for once, watching and taking turns in a Mortal Kombat playoff. There was all the standard kibitzing, 11- and 12-year-olds tossing around insults. Then, in the middle of one of those pauses that happens every so often in a conversation, Dale spoke up.
"You know those discussion groups in health today?" He was looking at Karl, the only other one who was in the same class with him.
"Yeah?"
"You know Sarah Waddington, that geek who always wants to know about everything?" Everyone else stayed quiet. From the look on Dale's face, it seemed like this was going to be a good story.
"She was in your group, right?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What happened?"
"You know that section of the book that talked about masturbation?" Several of the boys snickered.
"Yeah?"
"She wanted to know how often all the boys in the group masturbated."
Silence for a moment. "Fuck," said Jimmy, in a tone of quiet amazement.
"Oh, yeah. I thought Jared would burst." Jared Carter was a quiet, really religious kid. Snickers started to rise from the rest of the group.
"What did he do?"
"He turned red as a beet, but he didn't say anything."
"Shit."
"Shit's the truth. Sarah didn't get why none of us would say anything. 'The book says it's just natural,' she kept saying. 'What's the big deal?'"
Everyone in the group was giggling, except for Dale who was telling the story. Karl choked back his laughter to ask, "What--what did you say when she asked you?"
"What do you think I said? I lied and told her I didn't know what she was talking about. Then I asked if she'd had her first period yet." The laughter got louder. Jimmy started rocking back and forth on the floor, pounding his fist on the carpet. The video game sat abandoned.
"What did she do?"
"She got really mad, and said we were all being imm-, immature." Dale snorted, giving up his attempt not to laugh.
By now, everyone else was laughing so hard that no one could talk at all. They continued for several minutes, until exhaustion and lack of oxygen finally set in.
"So that was fifth period health class." Dale was still snickering a bit.
"Shit. Why don't cool stuff like that happen in my class?" Trevor was grumbling.
"So what would you have said, if you were there?"
"I would have told her I jerk off three times a day, and told her to meet me behind the lunchroom after class." Everyone snickered again.
"Fuck, you probably can't get your dick hard enough to stroke it even once a day."
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
The conversation was winding down, and Jimmy and Paul were picking up the controllers again, when Karl asked, a bit timidly, "So what's the big deal about jerking off, anyway?"
Jerry and the others stared at him. If they had expected anyone in the group not to know about jerking off, it wouldn't have been Karl. Jimmy maybe. He was a little runt, and younger than anyone else in the group but Trevor. But Karl was 12, like Dale, and almost as big as him. Already starting to develop as an athlete, too. A little quiet, but pretty self-confident. Jerry was sure he would know about jerking off.
"You've never jerked off?" This was Paul, the third 12-year-old in the group. Paul never got embarrassed about anything.
"Yeah, I guess."
Paul rolled his eyes. "That means no. Okay, I can see what we have to do." He looked around the group, his eyes calculating. "I think this will work best as a group show and tell."
"Oh, no. No, we're not gonna do that." Jimmy had caught on to Paul's idea.
"Oh yes we are." Paul smirked. "I know you've done it. And me, and Dale."
"Yeah, like last Saturday," muttered Dale.
"And I'm guessing Karl may not be the only jerking off virgin here." This time, Paul looked at Jerry and smirked. Jerry felt himself blushing. How did he know? Okay, yeah, sure Jerry had tried playing with himself, but he just couldn't seem to get anywhere with it. After a few times, he had finally decided that maybe he wouldn't be able to have orgasms until he could make semen. Jerry still kept trying, though.
"Okay, yeah, I guess. Just an act of charity, right?" And Jimmy giggled.
"Right. So you just go lock the door, and everyone," he swept his gaze around the room again, "everyone start getting naked."
Getting naked. Just hearing the words made Jerry's dick twitch.
Jimmy got up, locked the door, and returned. Meanwhile, without any hesitation, Dale pulled his shirt off over his head, toed off his sneakers, and started pulling down his shorts. He had on boxers underneath. Jerry stared. He had no idea that any of his friends had started wearing boxers.
Paul was watching, appreciatively. "Well? Isn't anyone else gonna lose their clothes?"
Matter-of-factly, Jimmy started pulling off his clothes. Jerry was relieved to see that at least one of his other friends was still wearing briefs. After a minute, Paul and Trevor started pulling off their clothes as well. Hurriedly Jerry did the same, not wanting to attract any attention to himself.
Karl just stood there staring for a minute as all this was happening. Then he gulped--Jerry could see his throat moving--and started to strip as well. Soon there were six boys standing in the room, wearing just their socks and undershorts, except for Jerry and Jimmy who had taken off their socks earlier. Karl, Jerry was pleased to see, was the only other one besides Dale who was wearing boxers.
Dale took over. "On the count of three, everyone drop your shorts. One, two..." Jerry now had his thumbs tucked just inside the top of his elastic waistband, like everyone else. "Three."
Six naked boys. Four full hardons--Jerry, Dale, Paul, and Jimmy. Karl was halfway there as well, and firmed up quickly as they watched. Trevor soon joined usthem though his was slower getting started. "Hey, I stopped at home on the way over," he said in response to an inquiring glance from Paul. "Took a bit of the edge off, you know."
"I guess that's why you sucked when you played Mortal Kombat," said Jimmy. "Didn't anyone ever tell you about playing better when you have a hardon?" Snickers sounded throughout the room.
Looking around, Jerry couldn't help but notice everyone else's erections. He had measured his own, and knew it was a little short of four inches. Dale's looked longer than that--five, or maybe five and a half inches, and thicker than Jerry's. It even looked like he had a few pubic hairs! Karl's was almost as long, but fatter. Paul's was a little shorter and thinner, but still longer and thicker than Jerry's. Trevor's was about the same as Jerry's, but bent off to one side. Jimmy's was the shortest of all, only about three inches, and it stood up like a little flagpole instead of standing out like everyone else's. They were all cut. As Jerry watched, Jimmy and Trevor started caressing theirs with their hands.
"Shit, what a stud." Paul was looking at Karl. It should have sounded like a joke, but somehow it came across as a real compliment. Karl grinned, his self-confidence returning now that things had gotten started and there was no backing out.
Suddenly, as if some kind of signal had been given, everyone started sitting down. Jerry scrambled to join them.
Dale, Paul, and Trevor, he noticed, made fists around their dicks and started moving them up and down. Jerry watched carefully to see how they were doing it. Jimmy, on the other hand, was doing something different--just stroking the head of his penis with his fingertips, as if he was pulling gently on the end. Jerry tried it that way for a minute, but found his penis was too sensitive and it hurt a little bit. Experimentally, he wrapped his hand around his penis and started to move it the other boys were doing. Immediately, his dick started to pulsate with good feelings.
Jerry could see that Karl had started doing the same thing he was doing. But there seemed to be something wrong with the way Karl was doing it. His movements were jerky, not smooth like those of the other boys, and he was frowning.
"Dale!" Paul had noticed the problem. "I think Karl needs a little hands-on demonstration. You should help him out."
Karl, surprised at Paul's comment, moved his hand off his dick. Dale immediately scooted over next to him and wrapped his own hand around Karl's dick, replacing Karl's efforts with his own smoother, more practiced motions. Karl's mouth opened into a great O. "I think he gets it now," laughed Trevor.
Everyone was getting into it. The boys' breathing was getting louder, and several of them were starting to pant as if they were running hard. From the corner of his eye, Jerry could see Paul's hand and Jimmy's starting to go faster.
But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him, where Dale, a small smile on his face, was moving his hand up and down on Karl's dick. Karl couldn't seem to keep a stunned expression off his face. "Shit, shit," Jerry heard Trevor muttering in the background. He imagined that it was his own dick Dale was stroking, and squeezed himself more firmly.
Over at his side, Jerry heard Jimmy suddenly gasping, and quickly glanced at him. He was clutching at himself, his hand no longer moving. His legs and feet were stretched out stiff as if he was having a spasm. Then after a minute, he relaxed and let out his breath. To Jerry's surprise, Jimmy reached over and started stroking Dale's dick, which had been left alone while Dale was attending to Karl. Dale's grin grew broader.
Meanwhile, Dale had been steadily stroking away on Karl, his pace slowly increasing. Karl's legs were starting to twitch, and he was thrusting his hips forward in small motions. Dale's hand started racing up and down the other boy's penis.
Suddenly Karl's face froze as if he were in pain. His eyes closed, and his entire body tensed up. Whitish liquid shot a couple of inches out of the top of his dick, then dribbled down onto Dale's hand. He had had an orgasm.
Dale kept stroking him, more slowly, until Karl moved his hand off of him. Then Dale wrapped his hand around Jimmy's on top of his own penis, and started stroking his own dick more quickly.
Jerry scarcely noticed. Ever since he had seen Karl's face freeze with the onset of his orgasm, he had felt something new starting to happen within his body. He had loved the good feelings that came while he was stroking himself, but now he could feel something starting to tighten up inside himself. Dimly, he heard Paul congratulating Karl on his first cum, but it was drowned out by what was happening inside himself. His mind, grasping for comparisons, thought of a freight train moving through a tunnel, and the sound of it getting closer. It almost felt like it was starting to hurt, but he just kept stroking faster and faster.
Then suddenly it was on him. His whole body tensed, and he could feel his stomach tightening up. His dick was suddenly too sensitive to stroke, and he held himself as still as he could. Then a wave of good feeling swept through his body, starting from his penis, and he felt like the insides of himself were melting. He closed his eyes, suddenly exhausted, but happy, as several more tremors moved through him.
"I think someone else has just had his first happy time." At Paul's words, Jerry opened his eyes to see all the other guys looking at him, some with grins, some with thumbs up. Dazed as Jerry was and overwhelmed with the feelings from his first orgasm, he couldn't even manage to be mad at Paul for noticing and telling everyone.
After that, it was pretty much all over. The ones who had leaked something, mostly Karl and Dale as it turned out, cleaned it up. Everyone put on their clothes again, and the Mortal Kombat tournament resumed, though everyone kept teasing Karl and Jerry about the grins on their faces.
That night, Jerry jerked off in his bed again, thinking about Dale jerking off Karl and about the looks on his friends' faces as they had their orgasms. It was the best afternoon he had ever had.