I CAN SUCK MYSELF ----------------------------------------------------------------- by Jay Kern
When I was a teenager, I found to my surprise and pleasure that being double-jointed had its fringe benefits. Long gone are those days of youthful sexual experimentation with my friend Donnie, but in my jerk-off fantasies I still recall vividly the first time I sucked myself off.
Being one of five brothers brought up on a farm in Iowa meant that the sight, smell and sound of sex was an everyday reality. If it wasn't a rooster humping a hen or our Angus thrusting his long slippery red cock into a cow, it was one of my brothers pulling himself off under his sheet at night. I would lie there with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and listen to his knuckles rustle the sheet with a steady soft sound. As his breathing increased, he would begin to moan. Then I would hear him spread his wet cum on his abdomen and sometimes beat off again. But usually he'd just fall asleep. When I reached puberty, I sometimes would secretly accompany him, and I would smear my cum over my own developing balls, thinking it somehow would help me to manufacture more of my 'white stuff' as I called it.
In my last year at high school, I was the star of the gymnastics team. I worked the pummel horse and high bar and was runner up for the country championship. It had taken many hours of practice for me to succeed, and I also had to work double chores at home, but being the youngest and the smallest gave me special privileges. I stood only five feet seven inches, and weighed only 145 pounds -- in contrast to my over-six-feet brothers. They, however, were never interested in school, sports or grades. They liked girls and farm work, in that order. By the time I was a senior, they had all married and moved away. Two had farms of their own and the other two worked in Davenport in farm supplies. They were all very proud of me, and everybody attended my meets to cheer me on. My starring in gymnastics only increased their pride in me as their alter-ego.
My buddy Donnie was on the gymnastics team with me, and I sort of was his idol. We would spend long hours working out on the mats in the gym and showered together and hiking home. He lived on the farm next to me but never did chores. His father owned the land my family worked on. We were, in fact, tenant farmers.
One day during the week before the state finals were to be held in Iowa City, Donnie and I practiced late in the gym. The coach and the others had gone home, but Donnie and I were perfecting our sets. I had just completed my pummels for the umpteenth time, and, sweaty and tired, I headed for the shower room. Donnie took his wet jersey and tossed it at me, hitting me in the back of the neck.
"What's that for, you fucker?"
"No reason." He trotted to my side and kiddingly pushed me through the door into the locker room. The room always smelled of sweaty jocks and high humidity and always gave me a pleasure rush. We went to our side-by-side lockers and pulled off our shorts, jocks and sneaks.
I had seen Donnie bareass hundreds of times and he me, but tonight when I glanced down at him something seemed different. There was some sort of electric tension between us. His cock was in a state of semi-arousal, its down-tapered six inches arching out from his blond thatch. "What's this," I asked, "a happy hard-on?" My fingers flicked at his pink head.
Donnie blushed. "Can't help it Joey," he said as it swelled out and began to inch upward. We had pulled ourselves off before in the front seat of his car, but it was always in the dark and neither of us had ever seen or touched each other with a hard-on.
I felt myself beginning to rise, and my balls began to roll around on their black-haired sac. Donnie reached out with his left hand and began to pull on me. My eight-incher snapped to attention as I grabbed onto him, and we stood there sweating and throbbing as we milked each others' wet-ended cocks.
Our stiff young dicks were up against our abdomens when I broke away. "Let's stop this before we come off," I said. "I'm gonna take a shower." I turned to him. "You comin', Donnie?"
"Yeah, Joey, I'm comin." He trailed me to the shower room, pulling on himself the whole way. I turned on my shower and splashed cold water at his groin as he approached the shower head next to mine. He jerked his cock rapidly in my direction. Mine was still hard and pulsing, and watching him made me silly. "I can shoot off further than you..." I said.
"Bet you can't," he said, pulling furiously on his cock.
"Bet I can do something you can't"
"What's that?"
"Bet you can't suck your own cock."
He laughed. "I suppose YOU can?"
"Sure"
"Have you ever tried?"
"Yeah"
"Lets see you, then." He withdrew his hand from his cock and soaped down his chest.
I slipped down to the floor and placed my ass up against the slippery tiled wall. Then I placed my hands behind my knees and pulled my ass over my head. I had tried this a few times before and had managed to lick at my pisshole with my tongue. Now, as the water streaked down on my ass, I pulled myself down more and more and was able to take my cockhead into my mouth. I started sucking.
Donnie stepped over to watch me, stroking himself as he stared at my cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I looked over and winked at him. He reached down with two fingers and circled my shaft; he felt my balls, slowly, one after the other. My asshole pulsed open and shut, and I knew my white stuff was getting ready to geyser out of me.
I was turned on by the thought of my own cock coming off in my mouth. I felt my cockhead swell as it jabbed rubbery and moist at the back of my throat. Donnie took the bar of soap and foamed up my asshole. Then he swung my ass around and straddled me and guided his oozing cock to my pulsating hole. When he pushed his rod into me I nearly gagged; the force thrust my own cock deep into my throat. His six inches were hungrily swallowed up by my ass. I heard him groan above the noise of the shower, and then his body straightened out and I felt hot spurts of fluid erupt in my ass. Just at that moment, the pump in my balls climaxed and my cum flooded my mouth.
After that night, Donnie and I spent every free evening perfecting our fuck-me-suck-me routine. I had tried once to force him into a position where he could suck on himself, but he wasn't limber enough. All through college I had hoped to meet someone else who could suck his own cock, so we could lie on a mat, ass-to-ass in front of a mirrored wall and do ourselves. But I have never found anybody else with my unique ability...