Chris and the Miscreants of Wanking

In the neighborhood where I grew up, there were several of us boys around the same age. One of the guys was a real prick with no social sense. He would hang with us, but at every little thing he would run home to mama and tell her either that we were mean to him or that we were doing something bad.

One day we were all messing around. I guess we were about 14-15. One of the guys piped up and said, "I need to polish my pecker." He figured Christopher was terminally stupid and wouldn't know what he was talking about. I don't think he actually intended to jack off, he was just getting Christopher's goat.

The rest of us said we needed to polish our peckers too, and so Christopher says "Me too." We all figured he didn't have a clue but was just trying to act like one of the guys. We picked up on the idea of messing with Christopher and told him to go first. He just stood there.

We started talking with each other, stuff like "How long has it been since you did it?" and "Did you have a good shot?" right in front of the guy, really messing with him. Christopher was looking back and forth at us.

 Somebody said, "Well, Chris, you better get busy polishing your pecker."

Christopher said he dared somebody else to go first.

One of the guys that was egging Christopher on unzipped his pants and brought out a good-sized boner. "You want to polish it for me?" he asked, wiggling it around and showing it off.

Christopher surprised the snot out of us. "Oh, I know how to do that," he said. "But I don't do it in front of people."

"I think you're lying," one of the guys said. "You won't do it in front of us? How do we know you can do it?"

Somebody else added, "You'll run home and tell your mother, won't you?"

I believe it hit Christopher for the first time that tattling to his mother was the reason he could never be one of the guys.

Soon everybody except Christopher had a stiffie on display.

"You just watch," Christopher said, almost like we'd challenged him to a fight.

He produced a thin, stiff, somewhat long erection that pointed upwards. "I've got one too," he yelled at us, almost crying.

Then he began pumping himself, moving his hand pretty fast, looking at the rest of the guys' dicks. One at a time we started our own procedures.

Before long Christopher stiffened and thrust his crotch forward. His mouth opened but he didn't say anything. Suddenly he climaxed. Several shots of cum squirted from his dick while the rest of us continued pumping. We stared at him. I had no idea he could do it, and I doubt if the other guys did either.

Christopher changed from that day on. He became one of the guys, the most sexual of us. He liked to feel our boners and help us jack off. He was always the first one to suggest "polishing our peckers." And he quit running home to mama.

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