Where it happened: friend's father's work shop
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
When I was 13, three of my friends and I decided to see who could shoot the fartherest when we jacked off. We went to one of my friend’s father’s work shop and drew a chalk line on the floor. We stood behind the line and all jacked off. We did this severasl times on different days and it became obvious that no one had a “natural advantage” because each of us won at one time or the other. Finally, to make it interesting, we decided to do it with incentives attached. The one who shot the least distance would have to blow the one who shot the fartherest. None of us had ever sucked a dick before, but then none of us thoughht we would be the loser and we all knew we could be the winner, so we agreed.
The guy who lost wanted to back out, but we wouldn’t let him. He got on his knees and sucked the winner’s dick, but our friend who won couldn’t come. After about 10 minutes, he let the friend who lost stop. The next night we decided that the loser would have to blow the winner the following night, so he’d have time to recover from jacking off and could get his rocks off. After the blow job, the loser and the other two would jerk off to see who won for the following night. This seemed like a workable plan, so we lined up and jacked off again. To my horror, I lost. The following night I had to give Danny a blow job. The next night I did it and Danny blew his wad in my mouth. The Danny stood to the side and the rest of us started beating our meat. Amazingly, I won. So the next night I got my first blow job from a friend named Billy.
We did this almost every night for months and it worked out that all of us got and gave about evenly. Then we decided that the next time we all four did it, the winner would get to fuck the loser in the ass. I won and Danny lost and the following night I rubbed Vaseline on my dick and his butthole and fucked him. It was so tight and warm that I came after only a minute or two, and I bet I shot a quart inside him. He didn’t like it very much, but he toed upo to the line with the other two and jacked off for the next fuck. Just like with the blow jobs, we all won and lost about the same. After a while we changed the rules again so the winner could choose a blow job or a fuck. In all, we probably played our “game” for six months before we brought another friend into it. A few weeks later we brought another friend into it. By the end of the year, there were eight of us.
We played our “game” for about three years, but then we all started dating girls and the “Jerk Fuck” (as we called it) came to an end. But we all bonded real good as friends, and for several years we all privately had sex with one or the other whenever we wanted. Most of us eventually joined the service or got married and moved from our small town within a couple of years of graduating from high school, but we managed to keep in touch. My friend Johnny and I continued having occassional sex, even though we both got married and lived 55 miles apart, until he died six years ago. I ran into Wayne in 1984, by accident, and we had a couple of beers and then went to a motel and had nonstop sex for two days. Billy called me from Chicago in 1988 and was crying bacause his wife left him. I made a few phone calls and four of us drove to Chicago and cheered him up with a three-day orgy. Our “Jerk Fuck” made us really special friends, even though none of us turned queer or had sex with guys outside our group.
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