Jacking With Jack 1

Jacking With Jack: The Cure for Male Masturbation 1

By Gerste

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Cute little 10 year old Jack Dolhurstel was an adorable blond with a slender, yet toned, body. He had just finished watching a televangelist on TV denouncing the "evils of Onanism." Jack decided that this "sin of Onanism" sounded so deplorable, so utterly egregious, so repehensible and otherwise despicable, he just HAD to try it. So he went to his room to stroke his nice "little" 5 inch male member (which grew another two inches upon erection). He had fondled himself on many an occasion, but never actually stroked himself, like he had heard about so many times on the playground. He had deduced that "Onan" must be a euphemism for his penis, and so he thought, "It'll be fun to play with Onan." Little did he realized, "Onan" would soon become very popular with the crowds.

He locked himself in his room and found his bed. He divested himself of his clumsy "outerwear," and lay there naked, spreadeagle, pulling on his penis, until he developed a "rhythm."

He interrupted himself into to reach into his dresser and pull out a playboy that he had stolen from his father the night before. He had overheard his father say to his mom that he only viewed it for the articles. "Yeah right," said Jack to himself, thinking back to that moment. Then he opened the magazine. To his utter astonishment, there were no nude pictures. "Hey, where are all the naked pictures of women?" he thought out loud, "There are only these damned articles in this!" Determined, Jack decided he would have to use his imagination and conjure up a few women and girls of his own. We can't tell about those naughty thoughts, in respect for the imaginary females, but we can tell you about Jack's jacking, which was going surprisingly well for this persistent novice. After about 33 minutes, our zealous, gifted little trooper managed to produce a few clear droplets at the uppermost tip of his "penile colony." He then fingred his anus for about 9 minutes and, exhausted, turned off the light and went to sleep. His parents, strangely enough, were not there this time to tuck him in. But Jack didn't want any solicitation at that moment, for reasons that might appear obvious to a boy of his modesty.

The next day was Sunday. Throughout that day, Jack went about his daily, uneventful routines and cordial family interactions, until after supper that late summer evening, when Jack, his brothers and visiting male cousin noticed something out of the ordinary. A bus full of girls and females of every age pulled up to the driveway of the Dolhurstel residence, that of Jack's family. Jack happened to be looking out the window when he called the three other boys to the window. As they watched, the doors of the bus opened, and dozens of girls and women poured out into the yard, heading for the house. Jack, his brothers, and his cousin all looked at each other in wonderment. What could this mean? they all mused. But before we get to the answer, allow me to introduce the reader to the three other boys here.

We have already met Jack. Looking through the window pane at his left that moment stood his older 12 year old cousin, with jet black hair and adorable brown eyes. His velvety, yet firm, skin had very little subcutaneous fat, and no cellulite. Firm to the touch, yet soft just the same, he had a slight athletic build—thin, yet svelte. He was very cute. His name was Dale Huzxel (pronounced hoochell). To Jack's right stood his nine year old little brother, a twin to a sister. He had a nice slender build and an adorable little face, with hauntingly innocent, hazel eyes. He was a dirty blonde. His name was Vince. Immediately to HIS right was his 11 year old brother, who was only slightly taller than Jack. The 11 year old was a sandy blonde, with dimples and a prepossessing smile. His slim build and cherubic good looks made him the rage of his female peerage. His name was Michael, or "Mikey" for short.

All four boys peered out at the army of females about to descend on their domicile. Soon, a noise was heard of a door opening, and a centipede of footsteps broke the silence of their concentration. In response, the boys looked towards the living room entrance door, which had defiantly allowed such a gale force to sweep into their sacred domain. At that moment, Jane and Donald Dolhurstel, Jack's parents, came rushing down the stairs to greet the cackling gosslings.

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "So nice of you all to make the meeting!"

An obese women with a raspy voice responded, "Oh, we wouldn't miss movie night for the world. You said in your phone call to just come right in, so we did! I hope we didn't just barge right on in!"

"You did," muttered a dispirited Jack under his breath. As Jack stared at the homely woman, he couldn't help wondering what she meant by "movie night." They never had a gathering for any kind of communal entertainment before that day. After thinking this, all at once Jack remembered that Sunday night's were his parent's late night, about which they were guardedly silent. He never thought anything of it, because he was able to stay up until ten because of this. But now, it seemed apparent that his mother and father were "sneaking off" to watch movies "with the Jones's" (his adopted word for "neighbors," only these were more than just the neighbors in the local neighborhood, as Jack only regconized roughly a fourth of the crowd).

As Jack stood there with his brothers watching his parents entertain their new guests, the hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end in anticipation of something ominous in the air. He looked around and noticed that the other three boys seemed to sense it as well, as they fidgited, looking as if they were about to bolt. Like birds who sense the coming of a hurricane, the boys seemed to know something was not right about this gathering of estrogen.

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "Well, of course you're not intruding. Mmi casa su casa."

The women wasted no time, and one bellowed, "Let's get the movie started."

Jack's aunt and uncle, with the help of some of the guests, were bringing in folding chairs from the garage. This aunt and uncle (Adrienne and Boris) were Dale Huzxel's parents, there visiting with their son and two daughters, Makaila and Bella (who were 14 and 10, respectively). We will meet them shortly.

As the boys watched in disbelief, the decor of a movie theater seemed to develop before their very eyes, complete with popcorn (courtesy of Mrs. Dolhurstel) and a big screen TV. Feeling some reassurance, Jack turned to the other wide-eyed boys—his brothers and cousin—and said, consolingly, "I wonder what the movie is. And why didn't mom and dad tell us? Let's find a seat and enjoy ourselves, unless the movie sucks." The other two boys nervously agreed, still not sure of what to make of all this. They managed to find a place on the long couch for the four of them, and sat there with measured apprehension and optimistic anticipation.

When everyone was settled in their seats, and Mrs. Dolhurstel, playing host, had managed to dole out the refreshments and snacks, she appeared before the big screen TV in front of them and began to speak to the crowd:

"I'm glad you all could make it," she said, as the bickering crowd numbering 40 plus women and girls fell hush, and quelled into respectul silence, "I hope you will enjoy this treat. But first, I want you to meet my three boys."

Then glancing over at the couch, she said, "Stand up, boys." Jack, Michael and Vince all stood. Then Mrs. Huzxel from across the room called to her son, Dale, their 12 year old cousin, "You too, Dale. Stand up, son." So Dale stood as well.

Mrs. Dolhurstel then said, "Boys, introduce yourselves. Tell everyone your names and ages." The quad complied, appearing to everyone a bit nervous. But what Mrs. Dolhurstel said next did nothing to allay their fears:

"Boys, we will all be getting very acquainted with all of you. In fact, you boys are about to be stars. Have a seat and enjoy the movie."

The boys looked at each other with a quizzical expression on their faces and slowly sat back down.

The room went dark, and Mr. Dolhurstel turned on the TV, after having put in a DVD. Jack thought he was about to see a movie from the theater, but instead saw a familiar image. The image on the screen displayed a room that looked strikingly like his own. In the room, one could make out an image of a boy emerging through the door. The boy took off his clothes and withdrew a magazine from a dresser drawer, after playing with himself a bit first. He began to officially masturbate. Jack felt sick to his stomach that these women and girls were watching a boy doing this. Dale whispered to Michael, "Dude, this is fucked up. Your parents have some serious issues. Is this even legal?"

Something was even more disturbing about the movie. As the screen zoomed closer to the boy's face and body, Jack recognized the boy as.....HIMSELF!!! The other three boys looked at him and gasped. Nine year old Vince was the first to speak: "Jack, that looks like you." His respect for his older was dissolving into shock. Dale affirmed, "It IS him. Jack, you are one fucked up dude, together with your fucked family." Mikey just sat there, wide-wide and in shock. The only words that escaped from his mouth were, "What the fuck!" These he uttered repeatedly after numerous intervals. The film went on for about 45 minutes, when it culminated with Jack fingering himself on film. Jack's thought were racing. In a haze of surrealism, it dawned on him: Unbeknownst to him, they had filmed his masturbation from the night before, and saved it for their twisted "movie night." Jack wanted to crawl out of his skin and under a rock, as he felt a nauseating sensation in the pit of his stomach.

The film was very detailed, and showed every part of Jack's body, from close ups on his genitals, to his formerly most private anus, which he had unknowingly fingered on film.

Jack could hear girls cooing and making mocking noises as they looked back at the couch where he was seated, then back at the huge screen, which seemed to fill with his formerly most private parts. One girl cried out, "You should be ashamed of yourself, with a big dick like that." Another girl spoke audibly, in earshot of "poor Jack," "We are going to call you, 'Big Dick,' from now on. That's your new nick name. Jack jacking his big dick." A chant went up, as girls began to chant (in what might seem like a rehearsed rhythm), "Jacky has a big dick, big dick, big dick, Jacky has a big dick..." "Jacky the jack off," cried a familiar voice from the side, which turned out to be that of Jack's sister.

The thought of all these people now knowing what Jack looks like naked, and worse, that he had a big penis and that he played with it in this "obscene" manner, was just too much for poor him. When the film was over, and the lights came on, Jack stood up, crying. The room burst into applause, as everyone looked over at Jack. Jack wanted to run away, but he felt paralyzed from fear and his legs began to buckle. He was shaking all over, as if he was breaking out in hives. He was crying so much, he began wheezing. He felt a tingling sensation in his face. Overwhelmed by it all, Jack's world began to swirle, like a jet airliner spiraling out of control, as a sheet of darkness engulfed his senses. Everything faded to black, as he saw the floor racing towards his face...

Thud!!!

A lady cried out in a shrill voice, "Hey, I think he fainted!"

Another lady dryly said in response, "Well, he had better get used to this. Someone wake the wanker this instant! And get his clothes off, like we all discussed."

To be continued

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