I like waking up in the morning with a boner. This morning my hardon turned the sheet into a tent. Sleep gave way to awareness of my cock throbbing wiggling, and straining to grow bigger. I lay in the ecstasy provided by a teenager's boner. I wanted to jack off. I'd been doing it regularly for about a year now. But today was my fourteenth birthday and I had special plans to enjoy my birthday masturbation later so I kept my hands off my boner. It begged for attention for a long time but I refused to give in. After minutes that seemed like hours it gave up (at least temporarily) and softened. I dressed in a tank top and cut offs from last year's Levi's. They were soft, faded, and snug. I loved the way they hugged my body and generated pleasure in my cock so much I had given up wearing underwear.
I rode off on my bike, no special destination in mind. A few blocks down the street I saw Rick out trimming the hedge. Rick was two grades ahead of me in school so we didn't chum around together but we had been friends as long as I can remember. We both liked to build plastic model automobiles, so I stopped to see if he had any new kits. He had a new model corvette and told me he would show it to me when he finished the hedge.
"Those are really neat cars." I said.
I started bagging the hedge clippings to help him out.
"If I owned a real Corvette, I'd cream my jeans."
Rick looked at me surprised.
"Even if I didn't, I bet someone would like to ride around in it enough to give me a hand job."
"I didn't know you knew about that yet." Rick said.
"Surprise," I said.
Surprise was the right word. I was thoroughly surprised at what was coming out of my mouth, but Rick hadn't thrown me out of the yard and guys always talk a lot about sex.
"I suppose you get boners too?" Rick said with a teasing tone in his voice.
"Only every fifteen or twenty minutes?" I replied. After a pause I continued "When did you get your first hardon Rick?"
"I don't remember exactly, probably when I was thirteen." he said.
"Today's my fourteenth birthday." I replied.
"Well I'll be!" Rick replied. "I didn't realize you were that old. How long have you been getting boners?"
"Almost a year now," I said.
We had finished the hedge and were resting in the shade of a big tree.
"Do you play with your cock" I asked Rick.
"Yah," he said after a pause. "How about you?"
"Yah," I said. The conversation was bringing back my hardon. "How often do you jack off?"
"As often as I can," Rick answered. "Why?"
"It really feels good when I get a boner and when I rub my cock and balls," I said. "I do it whenever I have a chance. I usually beat off at least once every day. Sometimes I wonder if I might be perverted, but I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. It just feels too good. I even have a hardon now from thinking about it and talking about it with you."
My cock had swollen and stretched down my leg. If it grew any more it would show itself below where the Levi's had been cut off.
Rick looked at the swollen meat pressing against my snug Levi's.
"So you do," he said. "And a pretty good one. I beat off a lot too and so do most guys. If for just one month they could gather up the cum from all the teenage boys jacking off around the world they could fill 3 or 4 Olympic size swimming pools with it. Let's go look at the Corvette, or do you need to jerk off first."
"I'll wait. For my birthday present to myself I haven't jacked off for two days. When I beat off today I want to take my time. It really feels good after I haven't done it for a couple days."
"That's true," said Rick. "I've done that too, but not real often. Usually I can't wait."
"Same here, but I wanted something special for my birthday."
We went into Rick's house and he showed me the model. When we finished I asked.
"Rick, Have you ever fucked?"
"Lots of guys would say yes whether they had or not," Rick said. "They wouldn't admit being a virgin. I haven't fucked yet, but I think about it a lot when I beat off. They say it feels a lot better than jerking off. I guess we have something to look forward to."
"But when? So far all I've ever done is beat myself off. I haven't even had a date yet." I whined. "It's likely to be a really long time for me."
"You're really interested in sex, with others?" Rick said making it a question. "You could join the 501 club. You qualify."
"What is the 501 club? I never heard of it."
"It's a club for guys who like to jack off. You wear Levi 501's without underpants to the meetings. To get into the meeting room, you open the bottom buttons of your 501's and pull your cock out. For the rest of the meeting you can touch anyone's cock except your own. To start the meeting each guy fondles everyone else's prick just a little. This gives each guy a boner or at least the beginning of one. Guys are matched up using a different method at each meeting and the serious fondling begins. Everybody gets a hand job at least once, but you get it from someone else. You're not allowed to beat your own meat at a 501 club meeting. If you think getting your rocks off alone is great, wait till you get a hand job from someone else. It's out of this world."
Again my cock was swollen, and well outlined in my cut offs. I pointed at it and said, "When and how can I join?"
"I'll sponsor you into our group. You're really going to love it," Rick said. "An official meeting needs three or more guys, but you look ready for action right now. We could have a rehearsal.
My boner was straining to get out. To answer Rick I unbuttoned my Levi's, freed it and refastened the top buttons around it.
"Let's get started."
I stood facing Rick, a throbbing hardon pointing straight out.
Rick changed into cowboy boots and 501's, his cock protruding through the partially open fly. He gazed at mine. I gazed at his. It wasn't yet a boner but it was rising before my eyes.
"Tight Levi's and cowboy boots make me horny," Rick Said. "When I'm wearing them I can feel the pleasure of jerking off all the way to the end of my toes."
"You've got a really nice cock." Rick said. "It's already introduced you to the pleasure it can provide. It will bring even greater pleasure to you and lots of pleasure to others starting today with me."
He took hold of my cock and I took hold of his. I hadn't anticipated a rush just from touching another guy's cock, but I sure got one. Touching Rick's rapidly stiffening rod promised to make me feel the way tight Levi's and cowboy boots made him feel. He squeezed my boner gently. It wiggled. I gave his a couple light strokes.
"You're first today," Rick said.
He put his hands on the inside of my thighs. He rubbed gently right below my crotch, the edge of his hands brushed against my balls. I felt a warm tickling sensation and my cock made little jerking, poking movements as if it were trying to get longer, but couldn't because the skin wouldn't stretch any more. Rick continued and my balls got hotter and hotter. They seemed to be filling up with jism. As the cum built up pressure they sent sensations of greater and greater pleasure. All the while my cock stuck straight out, hard as a rock, twitching every now and then, anxious for its turn. I moaned with pleasure. I had never felt this good jerking myself off. Rick's hands were moving slowly, his touch on my crotch was light and brought pleasure to nerves I didn't know I had.
He continued to rub my balls slowly and lightly while he took my cock in his other hand and followed the contours of its head with his index finger. The sensations of warmth and pleasure now came from both balls and cock. He stroked my rod, short strokes at first underneath the head, then lengthened the strokes until he was pumping the full length of my boner. I moved my hips back and forth synchronized with his strokes. I closed my eyes and swayed with the rhythm. I'd never felt anything this good. I worked my hips faster and Rick increased the speed of his strokes. All I wanted was to feel this for the rest of my life, but my cum was starting its journey. I moaned loudly during its explosive trip through my cock then I felt it shoot out the end. A second and a third shot of cum made the same journey and I collapsed to my knees leaning back against Rick's bed. When I returned from the feint of ecstasy Rick still stroked my rod gently until my hardon gradually collapsed.
"That's the absolutely best birthday present I ever had!" I told Rick. "It was so much better than jacking myself off - even after abstaining for several days."
I collapsed on the floor. My cock slipped out of his hand.
"You can rub this on my cock." He said. "This is your cum."
He smeared it in my hand.
His room was furnished in a cowboy theme and he mounted the saddle he had for a chair. His cowboy boots just touched the floor. Protruding from his 501's, his boner rested on the saddle horn.
I took Rick's cock and smoothed my cum onto its shaft and head. I rolled his meat between my palms. His boner stiffened, heated up and swelled. I stroked its length lightly. It was slippery from the cum, especially the tip and my hand glided along it's length. It became as hard as a rock sticking straight out of his 501's. I held his shaft with one hand and caressed its tip with the fingers on my other hand. Rick's cockhead turned deep purple and it began twitching. I stopped and let his meat rest on my hands until the twitching stopped. Then I encircled his cock and squeezed gently at the base, sliding my hand the length of his shaft - slippery from my jism. I repeated this stroking, alternating hands as if I were pulling on a rope hand over hand continuously stimulating Rick.
His cock twitched again. He stuffed his hands deep into the front pockets of his Levi's and sighed! His whole body shivered. I stroked the full length of his rod, each stroke massaging his meat at what I had learned was the most sensitive spot, just behind the ridge of its head. I increased and decreased the speed and pressure of the strokes. His hot cock throbbed in my hands. His legs trembled.
"Make me come now!" a hoarse whisper. "Beat me off! Faster!"
I beat Rick's meat furiously. Its head steamed and turned the deepest purple I had ever seen. His whole body quivered. He shot a wad of milky white jism onto my leg. I kept stroking and milked more cum into my hand. Rick slid off his saddle onto his bed, every muscle limp save the one I held. Even that one gradually softened in my hand. I released it and rubbed his jism onto my cock. It was warm and felt really good but I didn't massage it in. You can't beat your own meat at a 501 club meeting.
When Rick recovered he said, "I hope you'll join our 501 club. You'll be a popular member."
"You couldn't keep me away!" I replied.
Rick told me about club meetings, but I'll wait and tell you about that another day from first hand experience. We reluctantly put our cocks away in our 501's and went back outside. Rick had more yard work to do and I had something to take care of at home in my bedroom. My cock was still warm and excited and needed more attention.