GOAL!!!

When I was 14, I remember my friend "Troy" with a great deal of affection. He was a couple of years older than me but we were perfectly suited for each other (see Best Wanking Friend).

Troy was calm and soft-spoken, ignoring sex talk at school and never giving a hint to anybody else that he might know how to pump one out. Yet he and I had a wonderfully intimate friendship.

In our private time together Troy introduced me to prolonging my arousal when approaching a climax. He told me to stop and enjoy it when things got good. Let the pressure and sensations build, build, build -- until everything explodes in a wonderful combination of sensory overload and unbelievable ejaculation. Sometimes we jacked ourselves individually and other times we took care of each other. The result was always sensational for both of us. Large loads, dramatic orgasms and a deep-down happiness from sharing it with each other. Of course, being a horny young guy who popped boners at unexpected times, I often had to pump one out when I was alone, but I would invariably think of Troy while I jacked myself and wished he was there. It was never quite as good without him.

Troy had a hard time in his schoolwork but as a friend and a masturbation partner he was the most important person in my life just at the time that a guy needs that kind of pal. Despite his educational problems, Troy was innovative. He could develop interesting ways to arouse himself or get his nuts off, which he always shared with me.

One of those techniques involved a partially deflated soccer ball that he found in my room. His interest in the ball started in a sort of low-key way. He was sitting on the floor and happened to pick the ball up. After messing with it for a minute he stretched out on his back, laid the ball on his crotch and started rolling it back and forth along the axis of his fly. After constantly rolling the ball on his crotch for a while he became very focused on his motions. He was clearly getting into what he was doing, speeding up and applying pressure to the ball as it rolled over his hidden dick. He stiffened his body and raised his butt to strain against the ball.

After a minute or so I asked him if he was going to cum in his pants.

That apparently interrupted Troy's concentration. He said "Huh?" as if he had not been paying attention. Then he passed the ball to me, telling me to try it.

My dick was already erect from watching him. Sure enough, the ball massaged my boner when I rolled it back and forth on my zipper. While Troy watched me tend to my stiffie he unconsciously squeezed and mashed the unmistakable bulge in his own pants. After a couple of minutes he got up and locked the bedroom door, then came back unzipping his fly. Troy pulled out his hard peter. Wiggling and occasionally stroking himself, he watched me using the ball on my own middle area.

Soon he announced that it was his turn again. Troy slid his pants and underwear down and pulled his shirt up. He proceeded to roll the ball back and forth along his bare erection. After a few relaxed minutes he picked up speed, eventually reaching a very rapid pace. Meanwhile I watched him. When not mashed by the ball, his large boner was so hard that it pointed stiffly toward his chin. However, its sheer hardness caused it to be elevated an inch or two above his belly. As the ball rolled along his stiff dick it pressed the dick against his abdomen. Then when the ball rolled backwards the erection sprang up again. This was repeated over and over again at a rapid speed.

Troy was now rolling the partially soft soccer ball back and forth on his alert peter as fast as he could manipulate it. I saw a tiny bit of wetness ooze from his pee slit. "You're gonna cum, man," I told him. He didn't answer but kept rolling the ball. He become slightly frantic in what he was doing, a change from his typical calmness.

Troy's whole body went rigid like he was trying to force the action to a peak but not quite reaching fulfillment. It looked to me like the ball wasn't going to bring him all the way to a climax, which is frustrating to any guy. The ball was maintaining Troy's approach but not getting him over the hump. I thought he needed to stop and finish the action by hand. But Troy kept rolling the ball at what seemed to be the speed of light, flattening his dick again and again, trembling all over and breathing hoarsely.

He became less and less coordinated, shaking as he tried to control the ball's motion and work up enough momentum to reach ejaculation. The ball vibrated crazily while Troy tried to climax. He started making frustrated groans. His pelvis arched higher and higher against the ball.I held up my hollow hand and asked him if he wanted me to finish the job for him.

He shook his head. By now Troy and the ball were a huge trembling lump of vibrating motion shaking uncontrollably on the floor of my room, his highly expanded erection flashing in and out of sight as the moving ball alternately hid and revealed it. He tensed again and positioned the ball directly on top of his stiff, thick boner.

"Come on!" he demanded in a shaky voice whisper. "Come on! Come on!" The ball seemed to vibrate in one place, quivering like mad but no longer rolling back and forth. His ankles were crossed and he was literally straining every muscle as he jiggled the soccer ball on top of his hard-on.

 "Eee!" he suddenly announced in an explosive hiss of breath, staring off into space. "Eee! Hhh! Hhh!" Next came about five seconds of silence during which he resumed rolling the ball across his dick as fast as he could. Then finally: "Uhh-- Uhh-- HHHHHhhhhhh!"

His thrusting erection spurted a stream of cum that arced up and landed in his hair. From there the stuff dribbled down onto an ear. Troy still manipulated the soccer ball. Load after load of ejaculate jetted onto his chest. Some of the stuff ran under his shirt. Some landed on top of it. With each spasm another blast shot out of his dick. Sticky cum spread over the ball which he had allowed to roll forward into the gooey puddle on his stomach. The stuff that didn't foul his shirt or the ball ran down off his groin and oozed onto my carpet.


Troy, my quiet and gentle partner, had stuck with the soccer ball until he'd delivered a heroic ejaculation but also exhausted himself. The guy who had taught me to "take it easy" lay on my floor panting for breath, gasping, groaning and burping. He looked sick.

I watched him, deciding it would be best not to jack my hard stiffie until I was sure that my cum-soaked buddy was past his crisis.

Finally he looked at me and opened his mouth to speak.

"Well that was fun," Troy told me sarcastically.

Then he groaned and unloaded an enormous belch.

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