Borrowed Time

Borrowed Time by Traumarei

Part 5. Performing in a Group

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

One day in April, a little over a month before Jerry's 14th birthday, Jimmy showed up at one of their group sessions telling all about a group of kids that he'd heard got together to jack off over in a vacant lot behind the YMCA.

"It's a jack-off club. There's guys from lots of places. Not just our school," he said excitedly. "Each Wednesday and Friday, after school. Four o'clock. They have contests and everything."

"Contest?" That was Paul.

"Who can shoot fastest. Who can shoot furthest. Who shoots the most. That type of thing."

"Bunch of faggots."

Jimmy's face fell at Trevor's comment. Paul turned to look at him, a hint of challenge on his face. "Actually, I think it sounds pretty cool. Kind of like what we do here."

"You won't see me there."

"I wouldn't want you there if you're gonna be an asshole about it."

"What the fuck are we arguing about?" asked Karl, coming into the room.

"Fag-boy Jimmy wants all of us to go to a fag jerk-off party."

Karl looked surprised. "I've seen you jacking off other guys," he said. "Does that make you a fag?"

"Fuck off!"

"I'm just saying."

"Fuck you!" With that, Trevor jammed his shoes onto his feet, grabbed his backback, and stormed out.

"What crawled up his ass and died?" asked Jerry. Nobody answered.

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As it turned out, even Paul wasn't quite willing to agree to go to the jackoff club, so eventually Jimmy reluctantly dropped the subject.

Several weeks passed. Jerry was curious about the jackoff club, but was pretty sure he would never go. It was just too risky. Besides, jacking off with the guys he could always get a hand job, or even a blow job sometimes. From what Jimmy'd said, it didn't sound like they did each other at the club.

Then came one Wednesday afternoon when he was bored, the other guys were all at some stupid sports practice, and he was feeling horny. Between one thing and another, he hadn't been able to get together with any of the guys to do sex stuff since the Saturday before. And so when he remembered that Wednesday was one of the days the club met, he decided to give it a try.

The lot behind the YMCA was protected from people seeing into it by a board fence on two sides, a concrete wall dividing the lot from a small parking area on the third side, and the windowless end of the YMCA building on the fourth. In the middle was an old basketball court that wasn't used anymore because of the holes in the concrete and the broken standard.

Jerry had never been there before, but squeezing in between the fence and the side of the building--after he'd been challenged by a kid who looked about a year older and six inches taller than he was--he thought it was pretty much perfect as a place for kids to get together and do stuff without adults finding out. He'd been surprised when he was told he had to pay a dollar to get in--Jimmy hadn't said anything about that--but thinking about it, he decided it actually made him feel a little more confident about things. If the guys who were running this were making money off it, they'd probably be careful about things like not getting caught.

There were about 20 kids there, gathered in a rough circle. Most of them were his age or a little younger, except for three or four older boys who seemed to be running things. Across from him he saw Jimmy, who looked surprised and a little nervous to see Jerry there. Jerry nodded at him, and after a minute the other boy nodded back. They didn't say anything.

He saw several other boys there he recognized from his school as well. It made him nervous, but he realized that if they said anything, he'd be able to do the same thing back to them. Each of them had the same thing on the others. He guessed that was good enough.

"Right." It was one of the larger boys. "Let's pull it out." He unzipped his trousers and pushed down his shorts, revealing a hard cock. All the other boys did the same, revealing an astonishing variety of penises, all of them hard or getting that way. Some were bigger than Jerry's. Some were a lot smaller. Some were really, really fat, even if they weren't long. Jerry hadn't seen any like that before. Most of them were cut, like his and the other guys' he usually jacked off with, but some weren't. Jerry was especially curious about those. He'd seen uncut guys before, in the locker room at gym class and the city swimming pool, but he'd never seen one hard before.

"Hands off your dicks," said the same boy again. "No cheating, Elliot."

"Fuck you, Jones!" called back a younger-looking boy, who had still been fingering his cock. His hand dropped away.

Nobody bothered to say what was going on. Instead, another one of the older boys looked at his watch, called out "30 seconds," and held up a hand. About half the boys drifted over to stand around him. Several of them lined up behind a faded foul line that had been painted on the blacktop, a few feet apart from each other.

"10 seconds," he called out. "Five... four... three... two... one... Go!"

About half the boys started jacking off as quickly as they could. Most of the rest started stroking as well, but more casually. Jerry joined the second group, mostly to keep himself occupied while he looked around.

It was weird watching the other boys go at it. He didn't feel the same sense of fun and friendship that he did with Paul and Dale and the others, though maybe that was because he didn't know anyone there really well except for Jimmy. Several of the boys were joking and throwing taunts at each other. He thought they must know each other from somewhere else.

Still, he was horny, and it was exciting to see that many hard dicks. He looked around and saw several of the uncut boys going at it. For some of them, it looked like the covering of their dicks would slide back and forth over the top when they moved their hand up and down. It was really cool.

About a minute into the group jerkoff, Jerry heard a voice yelling, "Fuck, here it comes!" He looked up and saw a boy who looked about a year younger than him, holding his cock and thrusting his pelvis out. As he watched, a small spurt of liquid jetted out from the tip and onto the pavement, followed by another smaller one. "Winner, Kyle Ellsworth, one minute nine seconds," called out the boy with the stopwatch. "Way to go, Kyle," called out several of the other guys.

Other boys now started cumming as well. Some of them, Jerry saw, were still too young to shoot anything. These came in for a lot of kidding from the other guys. From the comments, Jerry realized that only boys who could actually shoot could win the contest, even though the others still called out when their orgasm hit. Every now and then, one of the boys standing at the foul line would announce that he was shooting, and would aim his cock so that the cum would travel as far as it could before landing on the blacktop.

Three or four minutes passed. It looked like everyone who had been trying for the "quick shot" and "long shot" contests, as one of the boys called them, had finished up. Jerry saw one of the older guys measuring with a tape measure to see how far the long shot contestants had reached on their first spurt. "Winner, Pete Larson, two feet nine inches," he finally called out.

Then another older boy raised his hand, and most of the boys who hadn't cum yet went over to where he was. Jerry drifted over with them. The older boy passed out small paper cups to each of the boys, and they started stroking themselves again, pointing their hard cocks down into the mouth of the cups.

Soon several boys were grunting and shooting into the cups, milking themselves for every drop they could squeeze out. About a minute into it, Jerry felt his own orgasm coming. He stiffened, but forced himself not to drop or tip the cup. Instead, he held onto it until the spasms were over.

Looking down into the cup, he saw about a tablespoon of white, creamy liquid that looked a lot like dish soap. He zipped himself up, then wrote his initials on the cup with a black marker. He held onto it while the last two boys finished jacking off and came into their cups. Then they all gathered round the boy who seemed to be running this particular contest.

"Everybody have your name written on the cup?" he asked. Everyone nodded. Jerry recognized him then: Jesse Erickson, a geeky kid in the next grade up, who always seemed to be playing around with science stuff and laughing really loudly at jokes that Jerry mostly thought weren't funny. It looked like he'd developed a bad case of acne. Jerry self-consciously rubbed his fingers over the pimple he'd noticed that morning on his chin.

"So, let's see who's the biggest man here," the other boy said with a leer. From behind a nearby overturned bench, he pulled out what Jerry recognized as an old-fashioned balance scale. He messed with it a minute, then held out a hand. "First two?" he snapped.

A couple of boys Jerry didn't recognize handed their cups over. Jesse placed them on the two ends of the balance. When it seemed to dip hesitantly to one side, he shoved the lighter cup back at its owner, then asked, "Next?"

Within a short time, they had all been weighed. A boy named Ryan Thompson had been proclaimed the winner, though Jerry suspected the final decision had more to do with the rickety action of the scales and less to do with any real difference in the contents of the cups.

With that, the contests seemed to be over. Jerry looked around. A few of the guys were still jacking off in a leisurely fashion, alone or talking with friends. Most of the rest were getting ready to leave. It had been about 45 minutes, he realized looking at his watch.

"So what did ya think?" Jimmy asked, as they were squeezing through the gap between the fence and the building. The other boy had shown up while he was getting ready to leave, after spending the rest of the time in one of the other groups.

Jerry shrugged. "It was kinda interesting."

Jimmy laughed. "Just interesting?"

"We have more fun with the guys."

Jimmy quickly looked around, as if he was nervous about being heard. "Don't talk about that here," he whispered. Then he bounced off in another direction, leaving Jerry to bike home by himself.

On his way home, Jerry found himself wondering why he didn't feel more excited about the whole experience. After all, he was gay, wasn't he? What could be more exciting than a bunch of hard cocks? Instead, though, he found himself thinking about Paul and Dale and the rest of the guys--not just their naked bodies and the sex things they did with each other, but the way they laughed at each other, their friendship and jokes, Paul's grin and Karl's shy expression and Dale's sympathetic, knowing smirk. He liked being with them. Jerking off together was only part of that.

The next time the guys met, neither he nor Jimmy mentioned the jackoff club.

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Jerry went back several times, though he never thought it was that great. A couple of times Jimmy was there too, but Jerry never hung out with him. Mostly, it was just a chance to see a lot of other guys' hard cocks. Kind of like an anthropological experience, he snickered to himself. His eighth grade social studies teacher had really been into anthropology, and talked a lot about going to different places to "observe the rules of group behavior." Well, duh, he thought. The rules of this group are pretty obvious. Get together, play with your dicks. Pretty much what teenage guys do whenever they get a chance, whether they're by themselves or in a group.

The last time he went was in June, just after school had let out for the summer. The club would be continuing to meet over the summer, though the days and times would be different. He decided that he didn't care that much. If Paul and the guys were up to messing around, he'd rather do it with them.

Even if they weren't, it probably wasn't safe for him to keep coming to the jackoff club. He was starting to get too old for it. Now that he knew the group better, he could tell that almost everyone there was seventh and eighth graders. The few ninth graders who were there didn't seem terribly comfortable about it, even though they the ones running things. Watching several of them interacting with the eighth graders, he thought he saw them trying to line other kids to run things during the next school year. He nodded. The older boys might stay for part of the summer, but he was sure they wouldn't be there that fall. That was when he decided this would be his last time.

Knowing he wouldn't be coming back, Jerry spent most of his time watching the other boys--not to get hot, but to see if he could guess what they were thinking and feeling. A lot of the other boys, he noticed, were mostly caught up in their own dicks and the pleasure they were getting out of them, although most of them also took quick looks at the other boys around them. It looked like they were just comparing, to see what the other guys had and how they used it.

A few of the boys spent most of their time watching the others. Most of these were younger kids who Jerry guessed hadn't seen other guys jacking off before. He didn't think anyone who was gay would be that obvious about it. Instead, the ones Jerry suspected might be gay were the ones who tried not to look like they were looking, but looked anyway.

He saw something strange that day. A group of four guys from his school came in just as things were getting ready to start. He'd seen a couple of them there before, but not the last two. Three of them seemed to be urging the fourth one along, who didn't look like he wanted to be there but was going along with it anyway. To his surprise, Jerry recognized Jared Carter, who was really shy and quiet and came from a super-religious family. Damn, Jerry thought to himself. I guess puberty really does get everybody.

When the quick shot contest started, Jared pulled down his trousers to reveal a hard, uncut dick that looked like it was already leaking a little bit. It wasn't too long, but it was pretty thick. There was a kind of dazed look on the other boy's face, something that looked like a combination of lust and fear, as his gaze darted all around, looking at all the boys who were getting ready to stroke their dicks. He's gay like me, Jerry realized. And he's scared out of his mind about it.

As soon as the contest started, Jared started jerking frantically. He began to shoot 14 seconds into it--faster than anyone else Jerry had seen. As he came, his eyes closed in what looked almost like pain, while his body shuddered. Cum oozed down his fingers and into his shorts. Eventually, Jared's friends had to nudge him to get himself zipped up again.

A couple of minutes later, Jerry watched as Jared's friends led him away, still shuddering, his eyes mostly closed. It was almost as if the boy was on drugs. Jerry was pretty sure that wasn't it, though.

That's one messed-up kid, he thought.

(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.

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