a masturbation story

"Kevin. Kevin." My mother's voice and a knock on the door got my attention. I quickly pulled my briefs up, my boner still throbbing from the good feelings my hand had been giving it.

"I'm up, mom," I yelled, hopping out of bed and pulling on a pair of cut-offs.

"Good," she replied through the door. "Go help your dad and your brother load the trailer. We're going to try and get an early start and stop for breakfast a little further down the road."

I stepped into my sandals and pulled a t-shirt over my head then, grabbing my duffle bag, trotted down the stairs and out to the driveway. My brother Josh was standing there, looking stupid, his long red hair all mussed up and his eyes puffed up from sleep. The front of his gym shorts were poking out a little, making me wonder again how big his dick was and how much hair he had down there.

At fifteen, Josh was almost exactly three years older than me; our birthdays were only three days apart. We weren't very close, we each had our own room and bathroom, and he always, for the last few years anyway, wore gym shorts around the house, so I'd never really gotten a good look at his stuff.

I knew that it was kind of twisted to be interested in that, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't even given it a thought, other boy's dicks and stuff, until I'd started Jr. High, and had to start taking gym. They'd made some kind of mistake with my schedule and put me in a 9th grade P.E. class and the first day we had to take showers my eyes had almost bugged out of my head.

I mean, I'd seen other boys naked before. My friend Ryan and I had always taken a shower together at camp last summer. But he looked pretty much like me down there. His dick had been a little fatter and a little shorter, but his balls were tiny like mine and he sure didn't have any hair.

But some of those 9th graders sure did. All of 'em had at least a little patch of hair above their dicks, and lots had hairy balls too. There were even a couple of the boys that had hair on their chests. And their dicks were all different sizes too. There was one boy they called monster cock who had this ugly, veiny thing that hung almost all the way to his knees, and a poor kid they called stub dick. A few of the boys still had their foreskins, and they got kidded sometimes too. They picked on me a lot too, flicking their wet towels at me, calling me a baby and stuff. So I just hurried in, washed off as quick as I could, then got dressed as fast as I could.

But one day they'd been choosing up sides for touch football, and like always I was one of the last to be picked when this guy walked up to me and asked me to come run with him. His name was Bill Reynolds and he was on the track team. He told me that he had seen me run and thought that I could be pretty good if I worked at it. He convinced me to go out for the team and I made it. So after that I started hanging around with Bill in gym.

He looked just like I wanted to look. He had a patch of blond hair just above his dick, and a little on his lower legs, but the rest of his body was smooth. He was thin, but more muscular than me. I wished sometimes that he was my brother instead of Josh, and he seemed to like me too. We ran or did calisthenics during P.E. while the rest of the guys played football, and stood near each other in the showers afterwards. My friend Ryan accused me of having a crush on Bill, claiming I talked about him all the time, but I just think he was jealous. Both because a ninth grader wanted to be friends with me and because I was starting to get some pubic hair.

"C'mon Kev," my dad yelled from the open door at the center of the trailer, "throw your bag on up here." I tossed it to him and went over to stand next to Josh.

"Well, here we go," I said.

"Yeah, here we go," he replied, glumly. Josh had pitched a fit when dad had announced that the whole family was going to Mexico for six weeks. He started talking about how he was old enough to stay home alone, how he had his own life and mom and dad were just trying to keep him from getting his driver's license and a bunch of crap like that. Of course it didn't do him any good. I could've told him that. Sometimes he acted pretty stupid. Like fifteen year olds get to stay alone at home for six weeks all the time.

I didn't really want to go either, but knew I had to so I tried to act enthusiastic and make mom and dad happy. I really needed to spend a couple of weeks at scout camp: I needed to get five more merit badges by the fall so I could get Eagle, and sometimes I thought about seeing Ryan in the shower again. I would also have been cool to run with Bill. But Dad knew all that, and that's why we were only going for six weeks. I'd get to go to the last two weeks of camp, Josh would get his license long before school started, and mom and dad would get the thrill of having a family vacation.

After about an hour of running around and forgetting things we all climbed into the Suburban and pulled out of the driveway, on our way to family fun.

Dad was wearing chinos, a blue pocket-t, snakeskin boots with a matching belt. His hair looked a little scraggly under the big straw cowboy hat that Josh hated him to wear, but his beard and moustache were trimmed until they were pointy.

Mom had on a yellow sun dress with a matching floppy hat. She wore her hair, red like Josh's, pulled back into a pony tail and always looked prettiest when she didn't have on any makeup.

Josh still had on his tight fitting Addidas gym shorts, which matched his shirt and his shoes. Even though he didn't run, he was always wearing Addidas stuff. Most of the time he wore running shoes, jeans, and a flannel shirt, just like all the other guys he hung around with. His skin was pale, with just a few freckles on his face. He had long eyelashes and I noticed that he was starting to get some hair down on his lower legs and that started me wondering about his dick and balls again.

I had on cut-offs, this cool Mexican shirt I got at the head shop at the mall, and these sandals that had a sole that was made out of an old tire. I had blond hair and was just starting to get a tan.

The trip got off to a good start. The Suburban was really comfortable to ride in and the trailer was much more comfortable than our old truck camper. We headed south down to the Yucatan peninsula first; my dad really had this thing about Mayan ruins. About four weeks into the trip we were at Mexico city, and everybody, dad included, decided that we'd had enough antiquities for the summer and would spend our last couple of weeks on the beach.

The only thing I didn't like was having to share a bed with Josh.

Mom and dad had a little bedroom at the back end of the trailer, and we had to sleep on the dinette which collapsed into a bed. It was plenty big enough, and Josh usually didn't smell any worse than I did, but I was afraid to jerk off with him laying that close to me. Occasionally I would sneak off to a campground bathroom and rub myself until the good feelings came, but not nearly as much as I had done it at home.

Maybe that's why I started having those dreams. I would be in the shower with Ryan or Bill or sometimes both and we would move close to each other and I'd wake up with my heart pounding and my dick straining against my shorts.

Well, anyway, the night before we left for the beaches on the Pacific coast I had a real doozy of a dream. It was me and Bill taking a shower again and we moved closer and closer to each other until we were rubbing our hard things together. It felt really great and I must have been tossing and turning a lot because suddenly I heard Josh kind of yell, "Oh Fuck," waking me up.

I realized that I had scooted all the way over to his side of the bed because he was pressed up against my back, so hard that I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass cheeks. I quickly rolled over to my side, but not before I felt something wet on the back of my undershorts. I figured it must have been sweat.

The third day we were at the beach I was getting kind of bored. As usual, my folks had picked the most deserted place in the world, and there were nothing but old retired people in the campgrounds. Josh was acting really weird, looking at me funny, and even wearing his gym shorts to bed, so I was left pretty much on my own. That afternoon I'd come back from my walk along the beach to discover a VW camper parked next to our trailer. Sitting behind it was a brown haired boy, about my age, rubbing some sun tan lotion on his already brown legs.

"Hey dude," he said, "that your folks' trailer?" I told him it was and we talked for a while. He told me that his name was Randy, he was from Bakersfield, California, was thirteen, and was traveling with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. He seemed all right and we agreed to meet the next morning to go exploring for a while.

The next morning we'd taken off, heading down the beach, stopping every once in a while to take a swim. About 10 we were getting thirsty and we stopped at this little stand to buy a coke. There were a bunch of little shelters there, facing the beach, and we found an empty one and sat in it looking at the water and drinking our drinks.

"I can get a girl pregnant," Randy said, out of the blue. "Can you?"

"No," I replied, a little embarrassed to admit that I wasn't shooting yet, and finding it weird to even talk about the subject. "At least I guess not."

"Well, you're only twelve," he replied with the smugness six months can give you when you're that age. "I didn't do it 'till after my thirteenth birthday either."

He was laying there with his legs stretched out, and I couldn't help but notice as he reached down and gave his dick a squeeze through his cut-offs.

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, not just because Randy was talking about sex, but because my own dick was so hard that it felt like it was going to break off. I stretched my own legs out and tried to inconspicuously adjust myself.

"I'm really horny," Randy said, as if it was a normal thing for two boys to talk about. And, for all I knew, maybe it was in California.

"I usually jerk off two or three times a day," he continued, "but sleeping in the van with my brother and Suzy is really cramping my style." He started to rub his crotch more forcefully.

"I know what you mean," I said. He stood up and poked his head out of the entrance to the shelter. When he turned back toward me I could see his dick clearly through the faded material of his jeans.

He gave his hard on a rub. "You want to do it?" he asked, looking directly at my crotch.

"What," I said, startled, excited, my heart beating. "Here? With you?" My voice choked; my mouth was dry.

"Yeah, sure," he replied. "My buddy's and I do it together all the time back home." He groped himself more forcefully. "There's nobody around."

I watched in amazement as he unsnapped his cut-offs and pulled the zipper down, revealing a triangle of white underneath. He plopped down on the sand beside me, and pushed, as I watched intently, the elastic band of his briefs downward, revealing first a little bush of brown pubes, then, with a pop, his proud, stiff penis, its head glowing bright red. He grabbed it between his thumb and fingers and gave it a stroke. "Geez, that feels good," he said. He looked right at my crotch. "Aren't you going to do it," he asked.

I felt like I was in a trance as I unfastened my shorts and pulled my own dick out. I matched Randy stroke for stroke, fascinated by his technique, as he worked his hard penis. I didn't take long for that feeling to start building up, that delicious pain that caused my whole body to shudder when it peaked, then ebbed away. Just as I crested I watched Randy tense up, his hand squeezing his cock as a glob of white cream oozed out of the tip, followed by a spurt of clear liquid. He sat there, frozen for a minute as I continued to stroke my own cock, then he started to put his away.

"Sorry man," he said, with a sheepish grin on his face. "Once you start to shoot, once is all you can do. You have to take a break for a while."

"O.k.," I replied, kind of shrugging my shoulders and sticking my still hard prick back into my shorts.

We were kinda quiet as we walked back to the campground, but we did arrange to meet again after lunch.

When I got to the trailer, mom, dad, and Josh were already sitting around the dinette, eating some sandwiches. I slid in beside Josh and started to make myself a B.L.T.

"Did you have a good time?" my mom asked.

"Yes'm," I replied. "Randy's real nice."

"Is he?," Josh said, in the funny way he did sometimes. "How nice is he? What kind of games did you play?"

I didn't really know what to say to that so I didn't say anything. My dad started making those harrumphing noises he does when he has something important to say so I turned toward him.

"Well Kevin," he said. "I'm sorry to have to say this, with you just meeting a new friends and all, but we have to be on our way tomorrow."

I kinda shrugged and said o.k. I was having fun with Randy, but it wasn't like we were best friends or anything.

When I met him after lunch we walked down the beach in the opposite direction from what we had that morning. I told him that we were leaving the next morning and he said he was sorry to see me go.

This part of the beach was really deserted and we walked for about half an hour without seeing anyone. He pulled off his t-shirt while we were walking, so I pulled off mine too. Randy was a little more stocky than me, and had some hair under his arms. The coolest thing about him, though, was his tits. They looked kind of puffy, all poked out, and for some reason I wondered if they would feel good to play with.

Randy dropped his shirt and towel, kicked off his sneakers, and then turned to me with a wicked grin. "Feel like going skinny dipping?" he asked. He dropped his shorts and briefs in one swoop and ran down into the surf. I liked the way his butt was really pale compared to the rest of his body.

I took a look around and shrugged my shoulders. It wouldn't hurt me to get naked. I dropped my cut-offs and ran out to where Randy was standing in the waist deep water taunting me.

I jumped on him and he grabbed me and next thing I knew we were wrestling in the surf, our smooth bodies sliding against each other in the warm water. It felt really great and you can bet I had a hard on. We fooled around for about half an hour than went back to where our clothes were. Randy spread out his towel and sat down on it and I sat down beside him.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah," I replied, looking down at his lap where his hard little cock was sticking straight out. "What we did this morning was fun too."

I giggled and gave my own boner a squeeze.

Randy wriggled around on the towel until our sides were touching. "Kevin," he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Me and my friends at home," he said hesitantly. "Sometimes, we .... help each other out."

"How?"

"Well, we jerk each other off," he said. "But if you don't want to, that's o.k."

I didn't say anything, but just reached over with my right hand a gently touched his hard dick. He gave out kind of a gasp and reached for mine. It was great. His hand was soft and his rhythm was different than mine so I never knew what to expect. And his prick felt really good in my hand too, kind of hot and hard and soft all at the same time.

It was kind of nice the way we were sitting too. He had his head leaning on my shoulder, and our cheeks were rubbing together. It felt really good to be close to somebody like that. I was thinking about kissing him but he gave a little jerk and I saw the stuff running out of his dick again.

I was curious. It ran down on to my hand and felt warm. I lifted my hand to my face and gave a sniff. Nothing. With the tip of my tongue I licked it. There was a salty taste, but I don't know if it was Randy's stuff or the sea water.

A few days after we got home, dad took me down to this Methodist church where I was supposed to meet the troop I was going to camp with, since mine had gone earlier in the summer. There were some kids I knew from school there, and I was talking to them when Ryan showed up. It turned out that he had gone to camp with a different troop every week this summer. We didn't even have to decide to tent together.

The first night after the campfire, we laid around in our tent is just our undershorts telling each other about our summers. Ryan told me about this kid named Blake that was our age and new to the troop who he'd been hanging out with. I told him about meeting Randy, but not about what we'd done together. Ryan and I had never talked about jerking off or anything before, and I wasn't sure how he would handle it.

After a while we got quiet and I must have drowsed off. I woke up and heard a rhythmic squeaking sound. I was laying on my back with the sheet kicked off, and when I turned my head toward Ryan's bed I got a surprise. He was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his briefs around his knees, playing with his fat wiener and staring straight at me.

Not wanting to startle him, I slowly slid my hand down to my own hard prick and started to play with it. I pulled it out of my jockey's and started to fist it pretty good.

He started to speed up the strokes on his own cock, and we watched each other for quite a while.

The next morning we got up bright and early and went down to take a shower. We were standing there, looking at each other as the warm water rolled over our backs and I decided to make a little joke. "Looks like your winky got quite a work out last night, its kind of red."

Ryan glared at me and turned around and turned off his shower.

"Don't talk about," he hissed. "Don't you ever talk about it." He grabbed his towel and stormed out of the shower room. I figured that that was the end of our jerk off games.

But I was wrong. That night he didn't even wait as long before he was sitting on the edge of his bunk, watching me watching him, both of us playing with our dicks.

It was an o.k. week at camp. I earned merit badges in rowing, canoeing, nature, lifesaving, and archery and finished all my requirements for Eagle.

I'd been home from camp for about three days when the front door bell rang. I opened it and there stood Bill.

"Hey man," I said. "I was going to give you a call and see if you wanted to go running."

"Oh, hi Kevin," he replied. "I thought you were still at camp."

I was kinda surprised. If he thought I was still at camp, what was he doing here? Just then Josh came bounding down the stairs. "Hey Bill," he exclaimed. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, sure," Bill said as he followed my brother out to the family's old station wagon. "See you around, Kevin."

Later that week I was up in my room, laying in bed and having a leisurely jerk off. I was thinking about Bill, and Ryan, but mostly Randy and the feeling was really building up strong. I thought about the time I had tasted Randy's stuff, and suddenly it felt like something caught down there. Next thing I knew there was a spurt, then another one, then a dribble coming out of my dick and it felt so good that I had to stop.

Randy had been right about two things. One, once you shot you had to stop for a while. Two, turning thirteen makes all the difference. I shot my first load three weeks and two days after my thirteenth birthday.