0 comments/ 15365 views/ 1 favorites The Jerk By: LitRiter This is a bit of a departure for me, so please let me know how you like it. ******************** I woke up, rolled to sit on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. I ran my fingers through my hair and stared at my feet until I finally stubbed out the cig in the empty ashtray on the nightstand. I stood up and pulled on my jeans, carefully zipping the fly, and turned to look at the babe I had bagged the night before. She was a honey, short straight blond hair, blue eyes, and nice tits, probably a 36 or 38D cup. She was named Carrie and had been cute and fun at the party, then a wildcat in the sack after. Damn! She was a total babe the morning after! That's a rare occurrence for me, since most babes are pretty plain when the makeup and drinks wear off. I put on my socks and sneakers then pulled on my t-shirt, and headed out of the bedroom into her living room. Posters of cats and Ikea furniture. Well, what did I expect? I couldn't lock the door behind me when I left, but I hoped it was okay, and I drove to my condo to get ready for work. That day was pretty good. I made a killing on a property I was brokering, had a great lunch with the guys, and played a game of hoops after work. Not too bad. I met up with Philly and Tom after the game and we hit Tio's for drinks and a bite. So we're sitting there about to order when this total babe of a waitress comes up and looks at me like she's waiting for my order. Black flats, black tights on incredible legs, a short black skirt that emphasized her tight round ass, and a white blouse holding a great pair of tits. I looked at her nervous expression, the question in her blue eyes… short blond hair… shit. "Carrie!" I said, "My God, I didn't know you worked here!" I jumped up and gave her a hug. "Man, I was going to call you this morning, and I realized I didn't have your number." The guys started to chuckle quietly, but she just looked up into my eyes with a glowing expression. It looked like I had pulled it off. Carrie gave me her number and I promised to call her as soon as I got a chance. Our real waiter came over and I told the guys what a fine piece of ass Carrie was while we drank. I had to smile when they watched her serving another table, making pictures in their dirty little minds as I described watching her head bobbing on my cock. We finished dinner and went to a club. There were some hot little chicks there, and I set my sights on a little redhead sitting at a table in the corner. She had long, luscious legs in fishnets, black leather pumps with a high heel, probably 3 or 4 inches. She had on a short skirt and a black jacket over what had to be a sheer bodysuit. You know, the kind with long sleeves and a high neck that leaves nothing to the imagination and usually has snaps at the crotch? Her hair was red, dark almost purple, bottle red, and she was looking longingly at the dance floor where her friends had apparently abandoned her to hook up. I creeped up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. When she looked up, I smiled and asked her to dance. She said no at first, but I gave her my best deal-closing smile and asked again, and she took my hand. Two hours later I was slapping her tits and slamming my cock into her pussy as she bucked and screamed. Her face was all scrunched up as she thrashed her head back and forth, and the way she was humping up into me, I could tell she hadn't been well-fucked in a long time. She was wearing a wedding ring, so that thought made me a little sad. Oh well, right? I pulled out, rolled her over and fucked her pussy from behind as hard and fast as I could until I shot my load. I got up and went into the bathroom where I took a quick shower. When I came out, she was sitting in bed staring at me. I told her I was going to go watch TV, and she got all pissy with me, said she thought we could be close. I laughed right there, real hard. I shook my head at her and told her if she wanted cuddles and flowers, she should probably go home and fuck her husband as hard as she had just fucked me. She called me a bastard, jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, and I went out and caught some ESPN in the living room. I was made aware she had left when my front door slammed shut. The next day was good, and after work I went over to the park to run. I feel good running. Just me in my blue running shorts, socks and Nikes, all alone and feeling the world pass me by. I can feel my heart pound, my blood pump, and the breath burn in my lungs when I push myself to run farther and faster than the time before. After about six miles, I hit a wall and knew I had to sit and rest or I'd fall over. I laid out on the grass and panted, looking up at the sky. I rolled up on one elbow and watched a couple of babes roller-skating by, and almost freaked out when I saw that one of them was Carrie! God she was hot! Red short-shorts, matching red inline skates with white knee socks, and a tight tank top that made me feel a little stiff. Okay, a big stiff. She hadn't seen me, so I stayed quiet and watched her roll to a bench and sit with her brunette friend with the white shorts. They laughed and talked and appeared to be genuinely happy. I could have watched them for hours. But when they started to get up to leave, I found myself running over to them. Carrie looked at me for a moment, then I saw recognition come to her face, and she burst out in the biggest, most beautiful smile I've ever seen. She introduced me to Sheryl and I invited them both over to a nearby sidewalk café for coffee. We chatted for a few moments, and I noticed that I didn't know anything about Carrie at all, but she remembered where I worked, and everything else I had said to her at the party. I caught Sheryl's eyes roaming my legs and shorts as we sat sipping our coffees, and she noticed the bulge growing there and looked up at my face. The little smile she gave me showed some promise. They decided to walk me back to my car, and I offered them both a ride home, but Carrie said she had to run home and get ready for work, and asked if I could drive Sheryl home. I said sure, and did. I walked her up to the door of her apartment and she invited me in for a drink. The door wasn't even closed and she was on her knees pulling down my shorts. She sucked my cock into her mouth until her lips were pressed to my pubes, and worked her tongue until I had grown to full length – forcing her back a couple of inches. Then she went to work on me and she was good. Her head bobbed, one hand stroked me while the other fondled my balls. Like I said, she was good. I was about to cum when she stopped and got up, told me to sit down, and ran down the hall. I stripped and sat on the couch, just in time to see her little tits bounce when she ran back, naked, and carrying a little jar of KY. She got onto the couch on her hands and knees and told me to do her ass, so I got a big gob of KY and smeared it on her little pink-brown asshole. I loved the growling moans she made when I put my fingers in her ass, thoroughly lubricating her hole. I got up on my knees and rammed my cock into her super tight little pussy and fucked her hard for a good five minutes while she begged me to stop and do her ass, and by the time I pulled out she was limp and whimpering. I put the tip of my cock against her little hole and pressed firmly until the head popped in, then slid in deep. I fucked her ass nice and slow for a minute or two, then noticed a picture on the table. It was Sheryl and Carrie at a party, hugging and smiling at the camera. I fixed my eyes on Carrie's smile and started working faster and faster until she started yelling for me to cum, and then I did. I swear I must have cum enough to fill a Coke bottle, and it felt mighty good. I gave Sheryl a kiss and told her I had to go. I dressed and jogged down to my car. On Saturday morning I was sitting in my kitchen having coffee and reading the paper. Really that's all. Next thing I know, I've got my cell in hand and I'm listening to Carrie say hello. I couldn't think of anything to say so I made small talk for a few minutes (she thanked me for driving Sheryl home and said she owed me one), and then I found myself asking Carrie out for lunch. She said yes, and I'd swear I could actually hear her jumping up and down. I said I'd pick her up and hung up the cell. I shaved, threw on some jeans and a dress shirt and headed over to her place. She was a vision in a white sun dress with little white heels. We went to Gem's, a little breakfast place on the beach, and I found myself telling her all about my life (the clean, short version), and then I listened to hers, and I found myself really listening. After lunch we walked on the beach (she carried her shoes) and talked about our jobs and what we wanted to be doing ten years from now. Before I even thought about it we were kissing, deeply and passionately, with the surf pounding only feet away. I held her, and I liked holding her. I didn't ever want to let her go. She told me that she had never brought a guy back to her place after a party, and that she wanted me to know that she wasn't "easy". I laughed it off and told her it was the same with me, that I prefer to be in a relationship for a while before letting it get physical. We kissed some more, and I drove her home. I had a party to go to that night, a work party. I didn't expect to have any fun or to get lucky, unless Linda from Accounting had a few too many. But I did my duty and got dressed up nice and headed over at about seven. The party started out exactly as I knew it would be, until SHE walked in. The whole room stopped to watch her. She was 5'2" (5'6" in the black stilettos she wore), with long, straight black hair. She had long, shapely legs, slender hips, a wondrously tiny waist, and tits that made my mouth water. At least 38DD. Her face was gorgeous, kind of like Lucy Liu, but without the big bones – she was all soft curves. She was wearing a tight black dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline, and it hung to about three inches above the knee. Her black stockings had a pattern, almost floral, but soft and subtle. She walked over to the bar, and I was there seconds later. I introduced myself and she did likewise. Samantha Chiu. The Samantha Chiu. I had been angling to get her account for almost a year, but I figured she was a hag. Damn was I wrong. As we chatted, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, but a black satin corset. I had to take a drink to keep from drooling, and I swear my cock was trying to figure out how to work my zipper. I escorted her over to a table and we were sitting there, chatting nicely when I felt something warm and soft press into my lap. A glance down showed a tiny foot, bare except for a black silk stocking, with a floral pattern. I kept my cool and she stroked me with her foot as we chatted like nothing was going on. She didn't even stop when my boss came over and introduced himself and his wife. Halfway through dinner I asked her if she wanted to go for a drive. "Only if it's back to your place," she said, and we headed for the door. We made out in the car for close to ten minutes before I started the engine, and she slipped under my arm and blew me while I drove. I'm glad we got there when we did, or I would have blown my load before the evening even started. We got inside and kissed for a couple of minutes, pulling off each other's clothes. As soon as I dropped her dress to the floor she turned around and lean against the wall. Her corset was black satin, and it came to just above her waist. She wore black silk low-rise bikini panties and a garter belt. It took me a second, but I figured she needed some help, and with a bit if struggling, I finally got the corset loose enough that she could pull it off. She turned and pushed me back onto the floor. Then she started to dance, swaying and turning, and stripping. She slipped her panties down slowly, and I saw that instead of hair, she had a small tattoo on her pussy. There was also a stud piercing on her clit, which I've seen before, but to this day I've never seen another one with a huge diamond on it. She straddled me, and lowered her pussy onto my face. I reached up and grabbed her hips, but before I could pull her down, she started grinding herself on my mouth and chin, really pressing down and grinding. I was almost suffocated more than once, but man was it worth it. I love the taste of pussy, I mean, I've never tasted one I didn't like. But her pussy was like candy. I couldn't get enough! I gobbled and licked and sucked, and when the thicker, gooey cum started to flow, it was like I discovered God's own candy stash. She started moaning and pulling at my hair, then stopped and raised herself up off of my face and slid herself down. She reached down and stood my cock up and slid herself down onto me. I reached up to grab those amazing tits, but she slapped my hands away. She slid down, taking all of my into her, then put her hands behind her head with her elbows straight out, closed her eyes, and danced. She didn't move a muscle anywhere on her body, except for her hips. Her hips moved back and forth and swayed here and there, then in tight little circles, but the rest of her was completely still. Her hips moved faster and faster, and her breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps. My head was reeling, and I was starting to see stars. I have never felt anything like this before. It was like I finally found the pussy my cock was invented for. It was a perfect fit, and every move she made was the perfect move to drive me wild. Her ruby red lips parted slightly, and she moaned a simple, short, "oh". That did it for me. I slammed my head back into the floor again and again as the cum started shooting out of me. It shot out so hard it hurt. It felt like a string was being pulled out of my cock, a string that reached all the way inside me then wrapped around my balls. I was gasping on the floor, I'm pretty sure slipping in and out of consciousness, and when I came to, Samantha was dressed and leaning over me. She kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "My cab's here, Darling. I'll call you." And she left. I woke up Sunday morning on the floor of my living room. I got up and made coffee and took a shower. When I came out after shaving there was a message on my machine from Samantha. "I'll be at your place at seven, Darling, be ready to go out." I spent the day reading the Times and working on the computer, then got ready at six. I put on my best suit and shaved again. I stepped to my window at seven on the dot, and saw a black limo pull up to the curb. When I got down to it, the driver held the door for me, and inside was Samantha, with a drink in her hand. I got in and she handed me a glass. Chivas. Nice. Samantha lounged in her seat looking me over, and I returned the favor. She was wearing another pair of 4 inch black stilettos, black silk stockings with a seam up the back, a short black leather skirt, and a white silk blouse that gave tantalizing glimpses of the black lace bra beneath. We sat facing each other, and Samantha put one foot up on each side of my seat, offering me a perfect view up her skirt at her creamy thighs and shaved, exposed pussy. I started to lean forward, but she quickly moved her left leg, placing a stiletto against my chest. "Not yet, Darling" We arrived at the restaurant and I escorted her inside. We were seated and I was about to order a bottle of wine when I looked up at our waitress. It was Carrie, standing there looking down at me, tears standing in her eyes. Her lips quivered and a tear streaked down her beautiful cheek and stood ready to drip from her perfect chin. "You Son of a Bitch!" she screamed, threw the menus at me, and ran out of the restaurant. I stood up to chase her, and Samantha hissed, "Sit down, you fool!" "I-I have to go after her…" I stammered, and after a moment of indecision I took off after Carrie. I got outside just in time to see Carrie's car peal out of the lot. I ran to the street and watched the tail lights fade in the distance. I gathered my wits and went back to the restaurant, but I wasn't even halfway through the lot when the limo sped past me and away. I tried to go back into Tio's, but the manager was waiting at the door to tell me I wasn't welcome. Three hours and five miles later, I was home. I tried to call Carrie's, but the phone was busy. I woke up Monday morning and got ready. I went in to work, where my boss handed me a box with my personal belongings. It seems I personally insulted Samantha Chiu and had lost the company over 75 million dollars. I drove over to Carrie's house and knocked on the door. Carrie opened the door, and I could hear someone bawling inside. Carrie was beautiful even when she looked like she'd been crying all night. She told me that the person crying inside was Sheryl, and that she had confessed that when I had forced myself on her she had fucked me. Carrie said that she thought we had something special, that I was someone special, but that she had obviously been wrong. She said she lost her job because of me, and was going to have a hell of a time finding another job with the reputation she would get from that. Then she told me to leave, to go away, and to never come back, to never call her or try to see her. She closed the door. I drove home and picked up the paper. I sat in my kitchen with a bottle of Jack Daniels and started circling want ads. Yeah, it was going to be hard to find another one like that. ************ Please feel free to send feedback - I'm really interested in hearing what you have to say. The Jerkoff Club Remember the first time you jerked off? How intense the feeling was and the sight of your cum shooting out of your dick? Well, I don't either but I still do it almost every day even though I am over thirty and married. Most women don't understand the need men have to masturbate all the time but other guys do. Even though we never talk about it, or if we do it's in the past tense. Like "oh yeah when I was a teenager I did but not any more." Bullshit. I knew that wasn't true of any of my friends: we talked about fucking all the time and would swap porno tapes back and forth with each other. We would kid each other about what we were going to do with the tapes as if it was some surprise that we whacked off to them when the wife or girlfriend wasn't around. But no one would come out and directly say it, don't ask don't tell kinda stuff. So I decided to make things easier for all of us. One week I set up a guys night at my house on a Friday night. My wife and kid were at her sister's for an overnight stay so I knew I had the house to myself. It was going to be me and 3 of my best buds - Steven, David and Tom. The guys all arrived within a few minutes of each other and I had every thing ready. "All right guys I've decided we should start a monthly club." "What kind of club? You mean like poker night or bowling?" "No. A Jerk Off Club." The three of them didn't say a word just stared at me. Then they burst out laughing. "Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of gay shit is that? I'm not jerking off with any guy." David said angrily. "I don't jerk off at all I'm married now. " Tom said. "I just watch porn to get turned on. Then I fuck my wife when she gets home." he smiled. My friend Steven didn't say anything. He and I had gone to high school together and we had jerked off lots of times in each others presence. Hell I had shown him his 1st porno movie at 18 at the end of our senior year. He got so hard he was shifting uncomfortably on the couch so I asked him if he had ever jerked off before and he said yeah so I told him to go into the bathroom and do it if he wanted. He did and came out looking relaxed so then I went in and did it too while he waited. We watched a few more movies together over the next month, doing the same routine when one time I just took it out in front of him and said "It's better when I am watching the movie, ya know? You can go in the bathroom and wait until I'm done then we can switch." "No that's ok. I feel the same way. Would you mind if I did it next to you?" His eyes kept shifting from the screen to my cock in my hand as I gently rubbed up and down. "Go ahead." I replied. He quickly started pawing at his belt and pants and soon a hard 8 inch cock sprang out. It was thick and stiff as a rock. He started pounding it watching the fucking on the screen. We sat there side by side two 18 year old horny teenagers jerking off until we both came. Good times. When he didn't say anything I knew he was flashing back to that day. I also knew from his smile that he was in. I just had to convince the others. "Tom get real and be honest. I know you fuck your wife. Hell we all fuck our wives. But the never want to have sex as much as we do. If they did we wouldn't need porn. You gonna sit there and tell me that all the tapes we swap back and forth, all the times you watch when she isn't home, you NEVER jerk off?" I asked skeptically. "Well..." he said sheepishly "maybe once or twice." "Bottom line. I like porn. No I LOVE porn. My wife doesn't as much and rarely watches with me. I know you guys love porn and we already watch sports together so why not porn?" Steven and Tom just laughed but David looked pissed. He was very uptight about some things and admitting he jerked off was one of them. "I'm not joining any jerk off club. That's sick." "Look I have some ground rules so just hear me out ok? First rule of jerk off club is you don't talk about jerk off club, to paraphrase Brad Pitt. None of us here would discuss it with anyone else. Second is if you come to the club you cum at the club. No one just sits there so the others get embarrassed. Either we all do it or it doesn't happen. I got a two hour tape so this is how it will work. For the 1st half hour nothing happens. We just sit there and watch so everyone has a chance to relax and get turned on. At the end of the first half hour, I pause the tape and we have to take our pants and shirts off. That's the time that anyone who wants out can leave. After we are in our underwear the tape starts again." I said. "Are we just gonna sit there not talking?" asked Steven. "No, talking is okay. Shit I tell the women on the screen how I would love to do them. Trash talk is encouraged in my book." " Ok we're in our underwear now what?" asked David. "Well for 30 minutes or so we just sit watching, get comfortable being together with hard dicks. At the 1 hour mark the bottoms must come off, no exceptions. At that point jerking off is allowed to begin. No hiding all bent over either. We've come this far and someone is going to be the biggest, someone is going to be the smallest, no big deal. I have baby oil and towels all set up down stairs if you want to do this. Last thing is after you cum, no one gets dressed until the last guys cums. I'm not making anyone ashamed being the only guy with his dick out with the others waiting." I had even written them down. 1 If you come, you cum no exceptions. 2 First half hour you just sit and watch; no touching yourself just get nice and horny. Talking to the screen and each other is encouraged to establish bonding. 3 At 30 minutes pants off. Once the pants come off you're committed. Before that you can leave no hard feelings. 4 After one hour briefs come off. At this time stroking and jerking off is to begin. 5 No hiding yourself. Everyone is going to look at everyone else. 6 Cumming is to be done publicly. Announce when you are about to cum. Someone has to be first, someone has to be last. 7 No one is to get dressed until last man shoots. You must sit there and wait so as to not make the last man uncomfortable. Steven stood up and clapped his hands together sharply. "I'm in! I haven't seen a good porno in months and I could do to bust a nut." Tom said "I guess so, if you guys are." David was stubborn. "C'mon down watch the first half hour, if you want to leave when the pants come off ok." I pleaded. I really wanted all of us to share in this ultimate male bonding experience and he was a good friend. He grudgingly agreed, stood up and followed us into the rec room down stairs. I had everything ready. I had arranged my two lounge chairs and the couch so as we all had a clear view of the screen and each other. I knew if we couldn't all see each other the guys would get self conscious. Me, I'm a freak at heart. I love to watch people cum and have no problem letting anyone see me shoot. The tape I had rented was a compilation tape that was edited for the most content. A bunch of scenes cut together eliminating all of the forced acting. I sat on the couch with David while Steven and Tom each took a chair. "Ok here we go!" I said excitedly. The tape started and the first thing we say was a set of huge tits bouncing up and down around some lucky guys cock as she sucked on the head. "Damn you weren't playing when you planned this" Steven laughed. "I love bitches with big knockers." "Who doesn't?" David said with a soft smile next to me. For the next half hour, we saw 5 quick scenes of sucking and fucking. In the first five minutes I was hard but I couldn't tell about the other guys. I checked the clock and said "Time out. Clothes off time." This was the test. The club was going to start or fail right here. So as to break the tension I quickly stood up and unzipped my jeans. With a quick motion I pulled them down, my hard cock straining at my underwear, making a tent. I could feel three sets of eyes locked on my cock as I pulled my shirt over my head. I tossed it next to the couch on the floor with my pants and sat down. "Hurry up guys I want to see more of the tape." Steven pulled open his belt. "No problem, I'm ready to bust if I don't let him out." He pulled of his clothes and Tom quietly got undressed too. That only left David. He was horny I could tell. His eyes were glued to the screen the whole time. He looked at the three of us in our underwear and sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He quickly ripped his shirt and pants off and sat back down without looking at us. "Put the tape back on before I change my mind." I started the tape back up and sat back with my legs stretched out in front of me. My dick was standing up proud and tall tenting my underwear and I didn't care who saw it. Steven's dick was biggest from what I could tell and David, Tom and I were all about the same size (not like I had a ruler to measure with) so I was glad no one was going to be made to feel really insecure. On the tape was a foursome with 2 guys banging away on two girls doggie style. " That's right tap that ass!" I said loudly, trying to break the tension I could feel building as the 1 hour mark got closer. "Man look her tits shake" David moaned " now that's a set of tits I could cum on." he was fondling his dick thru his under wear. I looked to my left and Tom and Steven were also rubbing their rods. I certainly was ready so I stopped the tape again. "Ok drawers off. Its jerk off time." I pulled my underwear off and my cock spring up happily. The guys looked at me standing there with my dick bobbing in their faces. "Tom hand me the baby oil" I ordered. He blinked and handed it to me. I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it onto my shaft. I closed my eyes and hissed. It felt so good! I re-opened my eyes and sat back down stroking myself. Going first once again broke the spell. Steven was next to take the bottle and use it. He shot the oil directly onto his cock. It gleamed as it slowly dripped down the sides. His hand slid up and down as he said "start the tape man start the tape, I gotta bust!" Tom just shrugged and helped himself to the oil. He put some in his hand and reached under his underwear to apply it. "Un uh Tom. Take em off. We are all gonna shoot a load in front of each other. That's what this is all about. Jerking off and enjoying porn to the fullest." Tom looked at me and Steven stroking our dicks with our balls hanging out. He looked over at David still in his underwear. "I will when he does." David looked nervous. He looked at me and at my dick in my hand. "It's just the guys here. No one is going to know. Just us." I told him. He then stood up and yanked down his underwear. His cock was thick and red and a drop of precum was oozing out of the top. "I've never used baby oil. I only use my spit. Does it feel better?" He asked. "Oh yeah, lots better." Tom said. He stood up and handed over the bottle to David. Before he sat down he pulled his briefs off too. David put some oil into his hand and spread it on his cock. His eyes got wide and his legs fell open as he stroked. "Damn that's nice." he looked at me and jerked his chin towards the television. "Start it." So there we sat. Fours guys in tee shirts and no under wear. Dicks in hand stroking away as women fucked on screen. The smell of sex was is the air: I could hear hands moving on cocks, balls being rubbed. The guys were totally into it now. There were no more inhibitions about others in the room, we all wanted, no needed to cum! For about ten minutes we talked about what we liked about the women - "nice tits...man I wanna fuck her...suck that dick baby....that's a hot looking ass...cum on her ass man... cream those tits buddy yeah!" I kept taking my eyes from the screen to look at my friends. Seeing them jerk their hard cocks was really turning me on! Soon I felt that familiar feeling building up in my balls. "I think I'm gonna shoot soon guys." I called out. "I've been close ever since I put the oil on." Tom said pounding away. "I just didn't want to go first." "Shoot whenever you want." I told them all. "As a matter of fact...." I stammered. On the floor I had spread out an old towel to be the cum catcher. I got off the couch and knelt down next to it. "Ah ah ah ah AHHHHHH! I said as my orgasm hit. Jets of hot sticky cum shot out of my dick onto the towel. After being hard for an hour, watching porn, watching three guys jerk off, knowing I was being watched, I just came and came for almost a full minute! As I was still shooting, I felt David kneel next to me. I looked at him as he grunted and began to cum. He was looking at the screen at a woman sucking off 2 guys at once. "Suck me bitch, drink it all" he said through clenched teeth, his cock in a death grip as cum arched out of the tip to splash onto the towel. I sat back onto the couch, my cock drooping. David was shaking as his orgasm subsided. Tom and Steven watched us and cheered. "Woo wee that was a big load you shot." Steven said as he sat forward. "I'm ready now." Tom got on the floor too. "Wait for me!" he said. David rejoined me on the couch. He looked at me and mouthed "wow" as he sat back panting. "That was great" he whispered to me. "Watching with other people is really fucking hot." We sat and watched as Steven and Tom knelt side by side watching the screen, their hands flying on their dicks, their ass cheeks trembling. Steven suddenly sat straight up and yelled." OH YEAH!" and cum freaking erupted from his cock! I mean it was like a sprinkler turned on. Mere seconds later Tom shook like he was having a seizure and began shooting too. David and I began chanting "shoot, shoot, shoot" as the two of them emptied their loads. Hot gobs of semen spurted from their cocks to join David and my loads on that poor towel. Between the four of us we soaked it! When they both finished cumming they sat back in their chairs, chests heaving. Their dicks glistened as they began to shrink. "That was one of the best nuts I have ever shot to a porno." Steven said panting. "I knew watching together would be fun, but I didn't think I could jerk off with other guys and not feel funny or kind of gay about it. But I have to admit it wasn't like that. It was really fun and it was fucking hot watching you guys shoot; my own nut felt spectacular! " David said looking at me and the other guys. "So is the Jerk Off Club official now? " I asked innocently. "Definitely." Tom said firmly." Once a month we have got to get together and do this." So on that day the Jerk Off Club was officially born. We've gotten together every month for the last year at one of our houses when the spouse was away and every time its been terrific. Watching porn with the guys is great and if you play your cards right, follow the rules I've created, and you are a close as we are, you could start your own club too.