The condo boys

Condo boys club
By Chico Brisbane

My mom and dad got divorced when I was 12-years old and along with their marriage went the only home that I had even known. My dad took his half and disappeared with his new girlfriend. My mom took her half, which included me, and bought a 2-bedroom condo in the Sierra Vista Condominium Complex for her and I to live in. However, beyond the tragedy of divorce was a silver lining for me. A month before we moved away from the old neighborhood, a 13-year old kid named Dale from down the street told me all about jacking-off. He even let me watch him do it and I found it to be the most exciting thing that I had ever witnessed with my own two eyes. Even though I was officially 12 and Dale was officially 13, he was actually only 8 months older. I was shocked over how fat his penis was compared to mine, and by how much dark curly hair that he had growing around his dick. My pubes were still few enough to be counted and on the day that I watched Dale jack-off, I had about 28 curly hairs growing around the base of my twanger.

Dale had been tugging away on his boner for several minutes before I succumbed to the sexual excitement of it all. I pulled my pants and briefs clean down to my ankles and started doing to my dick what Dale was doing to his. His eyes were glued to my first attempt at masturbation and about 30 seconds later; he hissed an order for me to watch the tip of his dick with a great sense of urgency.

“Watch Chico! – I’m gonna cum! – Watch this dude! – Oh yeah! – I’m gonna cum! – Here it goes! – I’m cumming! – I’m cumming! – Look at that!” Dale said in a tone of voice I’d never heard before.

I did watch closely as milky white snot squirted right out of his dick. The first shot went all the way up his chest next to his nickel-sized nipples. The subsequent squirts came out with less pressure until the last of it dribbled over the top of his fingers and dropped right into his little patch of pubic hair. I felt that first tingly wave in the core of my cock with Dales first squirt, and by the time it was dripping onto his cock hair, I was beating my dick so fast that the image of my hand was just a blur.

“Oh Jeeze! – What the heck!” Was about all that I got out as my first blast flew clear over my shoulder and landed somewhere on the ground behind me.

“Whoa!” Dale shouted

“Oh man! – Now I’m cumming! – It’s warm!” I said as I covered my tummy with dozens of droplets of warm semen. It wasn’t as milky white, or as gooey as Dales, but it sure felt awesome as it was squirting out.

“Dang! – I didn’t think you’d be able to shoot at all, much less that much!” Dale said pointing to my mess.

Dale and I jacked-off again together a little later that day, and then several times a day for the following week. It was just as exciting every time we did it, but I couldn’t escape the thoughts in my head of me doing it with other boys from around the neighborhood. Sometimes while Dale and I where choking our chicken’s, I’d think about three of us doing it together. Shit! – I could picture about 6 or 7 of us boys on Logan St. doing this together. Waiting for the first guy to say that he was going to cum so we could all watch, and then move on to the next shooter. I hinted around with some other boys and it took 2 weeks to find a guy that seemed as if he might be the type to do it with us. He was a few years older then Dale and I, so jacking-off wouldn’t be something that we’d be teaching him. We decided that our best shot would be to get him to teach us and it turned out to be much easier then we expected.

Dale brought up the subject of jacking-off and I innocently mentioned that if jacking-off was what I thought it was I might have seen my cousin doing it a few years earlier. That’s when Jeff put his two cents in and questioned my uncertainty as to exactly what my cousin was doing.

“What do you mean you might have seen your cousin jacking-off?