The Secret Clubhouse Part II

Continued from -
The Secret Clubhouse Part I


"Just lay down here," Jacob told me.. "Relax. I can make you feel excellent. Did you know that? I can make you feel awesome. Just by...  all over good. Stevie liked it."

I was highly horny by then. I went ahead and laid down, having a pretty good hunch what was about to happen. My dick was hidden in my pants but it was fully erect now that Jacob had shown interest and arranged to get a peek. I stretched out on the plywood and asked him, "How's that?"

"Relax," he told me. "Don't worry. Let me open... your... zipper, okay?"

He unsnapped my pants, pulled down the zipper and told me to lift my butt. Soon my pants were around my knees.

Jacob's voice was kind of whispery-nervous now. "Next your... under... your box... under... pants... Do you want to pull them down yourself... Maybe you'd rather... what do you think?"

The kid seemed to have the jitters.

"You can pull them down, Jacob. Here. I'll lift my butt again. There you go."

"There's your... I can see your whole... your... thing...  Now don't be scared... I won't hurt.. just.. umm tickle... a little. Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Jacob  used his fingertips to stroke lightly around my junk, not touching my stiff dick but drawing imaginary lines around my balls and along my sides. With every little touch near my scrotum I became more horny.

"I'm just going to make you feel good, okay? Your... thing... looks real hard... very... hard. I'm not... touching... your thing... yet. just gonna tickle, tickle tickle down below... is that okay?" His tickling fingers were brushing my balls now.

"Awesome, Jacob. You do it very nice. Makes me feel very good."

"You really mean that? Very good?"

"You can play with my thing too if you want to. Did you and Stevie play with each other's things?"

"He let me... do... him. Just me doing him. I can do something real... special... I can do it for you like I did for Stevie."

"Go ahead, man. Do it."

The kid wrapped his right hand around the length of my erection. He was trembling.

"Oh, it's really... hard... very hard.... am I doing... okay?"

"Awesome, Jacob. You do it very nice. Makes me feel real good."

"I'm going to... I... I'll do your thing... in a special way.  Like I did for Stevie." He manipulated my boner for a minute and then said, "Umm... it's... big... and... hot! Here we go. And we go up and down, up and down, back and forth, up and..."

"Jacob!"

"What!" Am I hurting... I can do it real gentle... don't get mad... this will make you... let me keep doing... up and down, up and down..."

"Jacob, stop and get yours out too."

"Oh! Mine is... I don't want... little... not like yours... or Stevie's..."

"Get it out anyway."

"You'll just... make fun... of me."

"I will not make fun of you.. Get the damn thing out, Jacob."

Jacob obeyed, fumbling in his pants and releasing a stiff little prong.  His peter was indeed somewhat small, but not at all immature. It looked as rigid as a boy-wizard's wand.

"Closer, Jacob. Kneel right here next to me so I can reach it. I'm gonna do you while you do me. Back and forth. Wiggle, wiggle. Wow, you are really stiff, Jacob. You've got a really nice boner there."

"I need to keep doing you! I want to be doing you when it... when the stuff... I mean... if you know how... to make your thing squirt?"

"Yes, I know how to make it squirt."

"Stevie made... big... squirts! He let mmm... let me... do it to him! We would come... here... in our clubhouse... and I made... made him... made him squirt.  Every day!"

"Did Stevie make you squirt, man?"

"No, because I'm... I'm... little."

"You jacked Stevie off every day but he never returned the favor?"

"Um... I did it... alone... by myself... after... after... you know."

"Move, Jacob. I'm gonna sit up. Now lay your own butt down on the board."

"Umm..."

"Do it, man."

Jacob laid down. His little erection seemed to pulse with need. It stuck through his fly and pointed up as straight as a pine tree. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slid his pants down.

"Okay, Jacob. Do you want to pull those whitie-tighties down yourself? Or you want me...? Good job, Jacob. Look at that stiffie sticking up! And... Dude, you got some hairs! See, Jacob, you're not so small. Now it's your turn. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Does that make your bod feel good?

"Yes... but Stevie... Stevie said..."

"To Hell with Stevie! I'm not Stevie, understand? I'm me and I'm gonna do it for you. Understand?"

"Yes..."

"And here we go on your nice hard Stiffie. Jackety jack! Jackety jack! I can give you all the jacking you need. Get ready to make your own big squirt."

After a couple of minutes Jacob crossed his ankles. Then he reached up and took hold of my boner. I slowed down, hoping I was reading the signs right. "Everything okay, Jacob?"

"Oh... it's... you're nice... I'm gonna... so good... so good... stop a minute and wait... I didn't do it since... Oh... NOW!

His miniature sperm-launcher spasmed, his body shook, and Jacob fired a spreading fountain of fertile drops that shot into the air like a Fourth of July firework. Then another burst and finally a third eruption.

"Very good!" I told him. "Nice job! Great cumshot, man. We're gonna be okay friends, Jacob."

"Yes..." he breathed, still laying on the plywood and slightly gasping. "But I need to finish you. You didn't squirt yet. Gotta finish what I started."

We traded places once more, me laying on the board again. Jacob tucked his weenie into his pants and knelt down to tickle me. Soon his right hand was moving back and forth along my boner once again while his left hand tickled my tingling balls.

"I... like... like to do this," Jacob told me.

"You do lots of other guys?"

"Oh, no. Only... only Stevie. It was our... secret."

Jacob sped up a little, "Do you like fast or slow?" he asked.

"Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. You're doing good. How long have you been squirting, Jacob?"

"Oh, a while. After I saw Stevie squirt I tried it and it worked. Are you getting close? Feeling good?"

"Slow down, Jacob. Real easy, now."

He slowed to a crawl, meanwhile agitating my balls.

"I'm going to roll onto my side, Jacob, so the stuff doesn't get on my clothes. Okay?"

"Okay. Let me get closer. I want to see.  Watch it when it squirts."

"I'm cumming, Jacob! Cumming! Almost there."

"Oh! Oh! Already! Faster? Slower?"

"Tiny jiggles, just jiggle-jiggle-jigg.... if you can."

Jacob followed instructions perfectly, giving me rapid, vibrating, tiny strokes that seemed to turn my erection into a length of tingling rebar.

The kid was staring at my dick, eyes fixed on its aperture, breathlessly waiting for my climax. "Are you... is it... am I doing... There it goes! Again! Wow! More! Lotta stuff! Good squirt!!"

We gave each other funny grins while getting everything fastened, buttoned and zipped.

As we crawled out of the clubhouse, Jacob whispered: "You're gonna be a better friend than Stevie."

MARTIN-

The End.

The Secret Clubhouse Part I