Organization: Midwest Internet
CRACKER
It was the summer I turned 14. A bunch of us boys had discovered a way to break into a local tavern and steal beer when we camped out in my friends back yard. We would get drunk and sit around in just out cut-offs and talk dirty. And of course lie that we had had sex with girls...or even women. None of us talked about having sex with guys but that is all I could ever think about. As the other boys rubbed their cocks through their pants as we talked dirty about girls, I got my boner from watching them. We had all skinny dipped the summer before and took showers in gym so we knew what each other looked like soft...but none of us had ever shown it hard. That was the main reason we didn't skinny dip together anymore was because i was the one who always suggested it and I couldn't trust my cock anymore. It was popping up all the time now and even my twice daily jack- off sessions didn't seem to help. I often thought about the other boys naked while I jacked-off in my bathroom, bedroom, school bathroom, public bathrooms...anywhere I could. Everywhere I could. God I was a horny dude. And the other boys were so cute. Most of them had pubic hair now...I had been the first in my class. And they all had nice sized soft cocks. I wished I could see them hard but that was not likely I figured. They loved to show off their dicks in the locker room, but it was very non-sexual and we were always in a hurry to get to our next class. I had started growing hair at 10 and had a full bush at 12 but did not discover jerking-off til I was 13. After my summer of skinny dipping. But once I discovered it I made up for lost time. In less than 9 months I had jerked-off in every conceivable location. My favorite was to fuck my pillow. I loved to slide my stiff prick between the pillow and the pillow slip. I would start slow but build up in intensity in less than two minutes..then I would cum and feel guilty. But fucking my pillow make it last longer than using my hand. That lastly only about 30 seconds and I still felt just as guilty. I figured if I was gonna feel guilty I might as well make it last as long as possible. I would fantisize about rubbing off against the butt of one of my friends. (I didn't even know about butt fucking)
Mike was the last boy in my class to get hair, he had just gotten his first ones just before school got out for the summer. He had a buff bod...blond and blue eyed, he lifted weights with his older brothers and had the pecs to prove it. Donny was the most beautiful boy in my class with jet black hair and olive skin with jet black pubes like mine and a very dark skinned cock. Jerry had the darkest skinned cock. He was half anglo and have mexican and had a nearly black cock...uncut. He was the only uncut boy in my class but his foreskin barely covered half his cockhead. (something I found out was common with hispanic guys) Jerry also had the biggest soft cock of all the boys. Mine was about second largest...maybe third. Terry was my other skinny dip buddy. He was a bronse God with soft brown hair (above and below) and a golden tone to his skin. He had the thinnest cock. Not a pencil dick but close. The 5 of us spent nearly all our waking hours together. But nobody wanted to show hard. So the skinny dipping ended when I felt I couldn't control my cock any longer. The other guys liked to skinny dip but I always had to talk them into it. And when I quit talking them into swimming...the swimming stopped.
So the drunken campouts with dirty talk were all I had. And that was not doing my cock much good. It was a major prick tease for me. I would get so excited with pent up sexual energy I had to spend nearly the whole next day after a camp out in my room fucking my pillow and feeling guilty. I had never been told that jacking-off was o'k. I thought for sure I was the only boy doing it and that it would kill me by my 16th birthday. (I survived!) The other boys never admitted that they beat their meat...they said they were having real sex...with girls. It never occured to me that we spend all of our time together and not with girls so how could they be getting any.
As the summer progressed, the drunken campouts got more often and intense. The dirty talk more graphic. Cocks sliding in and out of wet cunts and hot mouths. Cum shooting everywhere..in the stories, not in real life.
It was a very hot and dry summer until mid July when the rains came. Drowning out our campouts. We waited for better weather but it just kept raining and we were getting very frustrated...for the booze and the sex talk. Jerry's folks were the most liberal of our parents and let us campout in their basement when they went out of town. It was a large unfinished basement filled with lots of junk and very dusty. We spent about an hour just cleaning a place to roll out our sleeping bags. Then Mike found the shower in the corner. The shower head came right out of the wall with a drain in the floor and no walls around it or even a curtain. Jerry said he used it when he was a little kid, til his dad remodeled the upstairs bathroom with a shower. Mike loved showers. He always spent the most time in the shower at school soaping every inch of his body. He even soaped his cock right in front of everybody. But it never got hard. So when he saw the shower I knew it was a matter of time before he would use it. It was hot and stuffy in the basement and our shirts were gone fast, then our shoes and socks. We were getting very drunk and the talk was very dirty. We wrestled some and got very hot and sweaty. I heard the shower turn on and knew it was Mike. He was naked and waiting for the water to get warm. Jerry stripped next and there were some jokes about black and white in the shower together...or at least dark brown and very white. I had a boner in my pants and was hoping the shower would run out of hot water before the others decided to join them. Within minutes I was the only clothed boy in the basement. I was being teased about not getting naked and they joked that I must have a boner. They then said it was o'k if I was hard they wouldn't laugh but they did want me to join in the fun. Slowly I slid my cutoffs and underwear down and revealing my hard cock....well that broke the dam. They were impressed at it's size but I said Jerry's had to be bigger so he rubbed his hard to compare. He was a lot bigger. All 5 of us were hard now and comparing cocks. Donny's was the most perfect. Perfect size and shape and color. Terry's was a pencil even hard and Mike's had more hair than at school. His was the shortest but the fattest. We all began to stroke when Jerry said we should play a game called cracker. He said he had never played it but had heard about it at church camp of all places. The rules were simple, we would place a cracker on the floor and everybody would circle it and jack-off. Then last to cum had to eat the cum soaked cracker. No way I said but the others were interested and we did have the crackers already. We always had cheese and crackers on our campouts. We sat around, still wet and hard, and had another beer. They convinced me by saying that the last guy really didn't have to eat the cracker, they just wanted to circle jerk.
Nervously we placed the cracker on the floor and took our places. Outside toes touching to make a perfect cicle. 3, 2, 1 start jerkin'. In my bathroom I never lasted longer than 30 seconds but now I could tell that I wasn't going to cum anytime soon...maybe never. Terry shot first...a weak load. Blamed it on jerking all afternoon at home. We all laughed and kept stroking. Mike shot next...a nice load. Then Donny. Of course he shot a perfect load. I was getting very scared, just me and Jerry were left and I wasn't even close. A cold sweat came over me. Then Jerry shot....God did he shoot. It was a huge load and the cracker was now covered with four loads...and so was the floor. Now they were all watching me. That was the turn on I needed and I suddenly blasted my load with out much warning. I had been last and they all started kidding me. I wanted to eat the cracker but was too afraid to admit it. I wanted then to make me eat it, but they were letting me off the hook. I thought about what I had just seen and couldn't stop myself...I scooped up the cracker and ate it in one big bite. The guys cheered for my courage. They said it took a lot of guts to really do it. I felt kinda proud and very guilty.
The five of us sat naked on our sleeping bags and told our deepest secrets. They were all virgins and jerked off every day. What a relief. I was not alone. Donny said his big fantasy was to get a blow job. Then he kept talking about it and rubbing his perfect boner. He moved closer to me and said if I wanted to try it nobody would tell. I just sat there not saying anything. Donny got on his feet in front of me and moved his cock closer to my mouth. The other boys said it would be o'k and they would not tell on me. I slipped my mouth over his cockhead. It was warm and smooth and hard...yet somehow soft too. I had to fight the urge to bite down on it. I licked it and sucked slowly. Donny moaned and asked me to suck faster. I did. I was rewarded with a load of cum in my mouth. Donny thanked me and said I could do it again anytime I wanted. The other boys asked if I wanted to do them and one by one I sucked them all off. I nearly choked on Jerry long cock and huge load. They told me that they all knew I was Gay and that it wa o'k with them and if I ever wanted more to just ask. I worked my way around the room on my hands and knees sucking each again.
We woke up the next morning on top of our sleeping bags with raging boners. I took care of each of them again and often over the next few years, and I still love a good game of cracker.