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************************************** The Jackathon {Riv Yavtry}
(m+ solo, mf rom) **************************************

My school was the typical seething morass of cliques: jocks,
cheerleaders, nerds, socialites, goths, hippies etc. Everyone ended
up in one clique or another even if they didn't want too. I belonged
to a group of six boys who shared an interest in science fiction. The
rest of the school derogatively named us the freakies, a combination
of freaks and trekkies. We had been friends and hung out together for
years but now we had become a bunch of horny teens we had discovered
jacking off. None of us had girlfriends but I think we were all that
way inclined, not that any girls would give us the time of day.

Physically we were quite different. I'm Jerry and I was pretty
medium in everything, medium height, medium build, medium brown hair,
medium penis length and girth. I was probably the unofficial
ringleader of the group, although regrettably not the brains. 

Ron was the stoutest boy in our group. He knew his weight was
unhealthy but reckoned that girls wouldn't give him a second glance
so he might as well enjoy his food. His penis was average length but
the thickest of our group. He also had by far the largest bedroom, so
we tended to congregate at Ron's house more than anywhere else.

David was the slimmest of our group, with thick black curly hair. He
was Jewish and the only one of us to have been circumcised. His penis
was the shortest and quite slim.

Melvin was the tallest in our group and he also had a slim build. He
had the longest penis but also the slimmest. We sometimes teased him
about his pencil dick.

Shaun had a stocky build but without being overweight. His flaming
red hair betrayed his Celtic origins. His penis was long and thick.

Gary was the youngest in the group. He had blond hair and was
probably the best looking but his penis was shorter than average
although medium thick.

We never touched each others' cocks or jacked each other off; our
interactions were restricted purely to jacking ourselves and watching.

I mentioned that everyone at school belonged to a clique but there
was one exception, a girl in my year called Lauren. Lauren was a
lovely girl who managed to be friends with everyone. By poster-girl
standards she couldn't hold a candle to most of the cheerleaders or
socialites but in her own understated way she was really pretty. She
had fine, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and freckles. She was very
slender with small tits which seemed just perfect for her. Lauren
would even talk to us freakies.

I fancied Lauren like mad and wished I had the courage to ask her
out, but I was afraid she'd turn me down. I figured it was better to
live in hope than experience the permanence of rejection. It was
Lauren I used to think of when I was jacking off, imagining what it
would be like to feel her tiny tits, suck her nipples and rub her
pussy. 

Halfway through the school year, tragedy struck. Lauren's dad had
been ill with cancer for a long time. Sometimes he'd seem a bit
better and he'd be at home, pottering around in the garden. Other
times he'd be real sick and have to go back into hospital to get
pumped full of drugs. It seemed finally he had lost the will to live,
and one night he passed away peacefully in his sleep.

Lauren was distraught, and the whole school went into mourning with
her. Suddenly an epidemic of fund-raising for cancer research swept
the school on Lauren's behalf. The jocks had some sort of sponsored
ball-kicking contest, the cheerleaders had a cheerleading marathon,
the socialites had a bring-and-buy sale to which they donated their
'so-last-year' designer label fashion attire. Even the Goths managed
to come up with an idea. Seemingly everyone except us freakies, and I
felt particularly bad about it since I had the hots so badly for
Lauren.

We were in Ron's bedroom having a jack-off to decide who would go
downstairs to fetch the sodas when the subject came up.

"I feel really bad that we're not doing any fundraising for cancer
research. I really like Lauren," I observed.

"Yeah, she's cool," replied Shaun.

"I like her too, but I wish she'd put on a few pounds," said Ron.

"I'm cumming," announced Gary as his cock started spurting into the
waiting tissues.

"What are we good for?" asked David.

"Jacking off! I'm cumming," announced Shaun.

The idea lodged in my mind and wouldn't go away. Even when David,
often the last but today fifth, announced he was cumming the
possibilities were churning away in my brain.

"You're last, Jerry. Go fetch," mocked Ron.

"Wait guys. I have an idea," I said, abandoning my unfulfilled
erection. "What about a sponsored jackathon?"

"No way, who would sponsor us for that?" said Melvin.

"Why don't we work out the details then float it around school and
see who would be interested?" suggested Gary.

"Yeah, let's spend a few minutes thinking about it. If it comes to
nothing we haven't lost anything," said Shaun.

I belatedly fetched the sodas and by the time I returned discussions
were well under way.

By the time we had to go home we had decided on the following
format. The time and location didn't seem to pose a problem and we
could sort those out later. Although we were careful not to do it too
often, we were reasonably adept at playing our parents off against
each other such that each set of parents thought their son was
staying at another boy's house that night. We had used it the
previous year to go to a SciFi Fair some distance away, travelling
overnight and getting back the following evening.

At the start of the jackathon we would draw lots to determine order.
In turn we would then jack off until we ejaculated, then we would
cede place to the next in turn. From the start of our turn we would
have three minutes to get hard. If we failed, or if we went soft
without ejaculating, that would be the end. It would seem strange
trying to prolong our jacking-off rather than racing to completion,
but we each reckoned we could draw it out to ten minutes, and cumming
twice in two hours shouldn't be a problem so we reckoned on two hours
as a guideline for sponsors.

The next day we drew up sponsorship forms then passed word around
the other boys at school. After a couple of days we got together so
see how it was going: we had only amassed half a dozen sponsors, the
usual people who would sponsor anything that for a good cause. We
were very downhearted but agreed to give it till the end of the week.

Our luck changed the very next day. I was approached discretely by
Tom, a member of the Drama Club. There were rumours that he was gay,
but I had never paid much attention to them.

"I'll sponsor you if I can buy a ticket to watch," he whispered.

"Um, I don't think we were reckoning on there being an audience."

"There's another half dozen in the Drama Club who'd be interested in
the same deal."

"Tell you what, come round to Ron's house after school and pitch it
to us."

I gave Ron's address to Tom, then I went round the other freakies to
check it was okay with them.

Late afternoon found us in Ron's bedroom with Tom.

"I don't think I could do it in front of an audience," admitted
Melvin.

"Me neither," agreed David.

"I do the lighting for the Drama Club productions," said Tom. "A lot
of newbies think they'll freeze on stage but the lights are set up so
that the audience can see the actors but not vice versa. As far as
the actors are concerned they could be performing in an empty theatre
and it always turns out fine. If you give me half an hour beforehand,
I'll do the lights for the jackathon. The Drama Club won't miss them
for a few hours and it's in a good cause."

Tom was very persuasive and Melvin and David were eventually swayed,
but that gave us another headache. We needed a venue. We gave a
conditional approval subject to locating somewhere.

Meanwhile we caught a break in one respect because David's parents
announced they were going out of town for a weekend, leaving David in
the care of his older brother Michael. Michael was cool and would
cover for us so we set the date for the Saturday evening of that
weekend, knowing the rest of us could tell our parents that we would
be staying at David's.  

The next day we ran off a batch of 20 tickets and offered them
around with the sponsorship forms. To our surprise we had sold out by
lunch time and printed off another 30. Even those quickly sold, and
we printed off another 100.

By the end of the week we only had about twenty sponsors yet we'd
sold almost 100 tickets to people who wanted to be in the audience.

Next I was intercepted by Greg, a leading light in the Computer Club.

"I'm really impressed by what you guys are doing and I want to help.
Have you considered doing a subscription webcast? Some people would
pay a small fortune to watch an event like that over the internet."

"Why don't you come and pitch it to the guys?"

So Greg came round to Ron's bedroom and pitched his idea, giving us
some idea of the numbers who would pay to watch and how much they'd
be willing to pay. It dwarfed the total we had potentially amassed so
far through sponsorship and audience tickets.

"What if someone recognises us? We'd be in deep shit," pointed out
Shaun.

"We could wear masks," countered Gary. "Nothing elaborate, just
covering the eyes would do. The audience would probably be able to
work out who we are but not strangers over the internet."

"Yes, that would work," agreed Greg. "I've seen it done and it
doesn't seem to reduce the appeal to the internet audience by much. I
assume you'll be doing it naked."

"Um, we hadn't thought about that. I sort of assumed we'd only be
nude from the waist down," I blurted.

"They'll pay more if you're naked," asserted Greg.

"Dude, they're ogling your crown jewels. What's the big deal about a
bare chest as well?" contributed Shaun.

We discussed it a bit more and gave it conditional approval,
including complete nudity, again subject to finding a venue. We
agreed to redoubled our efforts in that respect. We had originally
assumed we could hold the jackathon in a bedroom, but now there was
no way any of our houses could accommodate the event. We decided we
had to hold the event indoors as it was too chilly to be naked
outside, but the obvious school and civic locations were definitely
out because we'd never get approval from the relevant authorities.

Next day I was approached by a large, cheerful girl called Cheryl, a
member of the Gastronomy Club.

"I've heard about what you guys are up to and I think it's
brilliant. Have you thought about laying on refreshments for
yourselves and the audience?"

That was a very good point. In one of our bedrooms, refreshments
were just a staircase away. I invited Cheryl to make a pitch to the
freakies.

"We foodies will supply homemade cakes and lemonade free to
participants but at extortionate margins to the audience, and in
return we get to watch for free," she proposed.

We talked it over and eventually agreed, with a limit of four on the
foodies, again subject to finding a location.

Things were getting desperate. We had reached the week before the
proposed jackathon and still had no inkling of a venue. To my
surprise during a sports lesson, Mr Thomas, the school Head of Sport,
came over to me. I was totally useless at sport and normally beneath
the notice of the likes of Mr Thomas. When his kind approached my
kind during a sports lesson it was usually very bad.

"You must appreciate the delicacy of the situation and my standing
within the school," he started. "I understand you and some friends
are planning to indulge in an excellent form of aerobic exercise for
a good cause this Saturday, but you haven't got a venue."

My chin hit the floor.

"Um, yes sir."

"Well, healthy exercise deserves an appropriate location. You know
the school owns a share of a sports ground not far from here?"

"Yes sir."

Not that I had ever felt the slightest inclination to visit it.

"It is endowed with a very large pavilion which is occasionally
hired out to sports clubs for meetings. There's a stage and seating
for around 150 people. I'm sure if I forgot to put the keys away
Friday afternoon and on Monday I found them where I left them and no
damage was caused then nobody would have any reason to ask awkward
questions."     

"Wow, thank you sir."

"And remember, we never had this conversation."

Mr Thomas turned away and walked off, returning me to my usual
status of beneath his notice. I quickly spread the news amongst the
other freakies, then setting about disseminating the information to
the audience and the other participants.

I was delegated to pass the news to Tom, but he was busy with a
rehearsal for the Drama Club in the school hall. I was intercepted by
a boy called Donny, who warned me that they couldn't be disturbed.

"But I need to get a message to Tom urgently," I whined.

"Is it about Saturday?"

"Yes, how do you know about that?"

"I'm going to help Tom with the lights and I've got a ticket. Have
you found a venue?"

"Yes, it's the pavilion at the sports ground. I'm getting the keys
Friday evening."

"That's great news, it gives us plenty of time to set up. Can I ask
you a question, how are you going to get it up on demand in front of
such a large audience?"

"Tom says we won't be able to see them so we'll hardly know they're
there. Besides, if all else fails I'll think of Lauren. She's my
ideal woman."

That got me a very weird look from Donny which I didn't understand
at the time.

Saturday evening came all too quickly. I had my rucksack packed and
was about to pretend to head off to David's place when my baby
sister, a blur of fluorescent pink motion, beat me to the door.

"What's the rush, Emily? Going somewhere important?"

"I'm going to sleep over at Sonia's tonight," she giggled, then
bolted.

At the pavilion someone had thoughtfully drawn the curtain across
the stage. The rest of the freakies and I stripped off our clothes in
preparation. We wrote our names on scraps of paper, folded them and
put them in a cup. Taking time off from setting up the internet
webcam, Greg drew the names out. Shaun would be first, Gary second,
me third, Melvin fourth, David fifth and Ron last. Finally the
appointed time of seven pm arrived and we donned our masks. We got
the thumbs up from Greg that the internet connection was up and the
webcam working, and he instructed us where the person jacking off had
to position himself so that the webcam got a decent feed. Tom
signalled that the lights were ready. We could hear the hum of the
audience on .the other side of the curtain. I watched Shaun as he
moved into position. He took a deep breath then raised his thumb, the
signal that he was ready. I drew the curtain back, the audience went
quiet and Shaun began.

In retrospect Shaun was the ideal person to go first. Although he
had expressed reservations about the venture, he was the most self-
confident amongst us and a few firm strokes of his cock brought it to
full erection. He took his time jacking off, doing it slowly and
deliberately, enough to avoid going soft and yet eat up lots of time.
By the time his bucking hips signalled the onset of ejaculation a
full fifteen minutes had elapsed.

All too soon it was my turn. As I nervously took my place on stage I
broke out in a cold sweat. What if I couldn't get hard? Fortunately
Tom had been right about the audience; apart from the occasional
throat-clear I couldn't tell they were there. I shut them out of my
mind and thought only of Lauren, her pretty face, cute snub nose and
gorgeous freckles, and quickly I had hard flesh in my palm.    

Time seemed to fly and it seemed only a couple of minutes before I
couldn't hold back any longer and my cum started spurting onto the
waiting wad of towels. I ceded way to Melvin, and made my way to the
side of the stage where the others were waiting. 

"Well done," said David, "thirteen minutes."

Not as long as Shaun but more than adequate.

The first cycle took an hour and a quarter, longer than our original
estimate, so we were ahead of schedule. By the time Shaun was back on
and holding his own I had relaxed enough to realise my throat was
parched. I made my way to the refreshment table.

"Lemonade please," I requested.

"Coming up," came the voice out of the gloom, a voice I recognised
all too well. Lauren! Lauren had seen me naked and jerking off. Even
though I could barely see her outline in the gloom I knew from the
burning sensation on my skin that I had turned bright red.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked.

"You're doing this because of me so I'm here to give my support. I
made the sponge cake, why don't you try some?"

Suddenly there was a collective intake of breath from the audience.
I turned round to see Shaun spurting away, then ceding his place to
Gary.

"Perhaps later, I'm on next."

I gulped some lemonade and started making my way back to the stage.
Suddenly there was a flicker of light in the pavilion and I saw a
familiar flash of fluorescent pink. My baby sister was in the
audience.

I made my way back to the stage with my mind in turmoil. My baby
sister had seen me naked and jacking off, and would do again in a few
minutes.

All too soon Gary had cum and it was my turn again. Hardly knowing
what I was doing I made my way centre-stage and half-heartedly
started stroking my cock. I couldn't get the image of my baby sister
out of my head and I stayed resolutely limp. 

"One minute," hissed Ron from the side curtain.

"One minute thirty."

"What's up dude?" asked Greg.

"Two minutes."

Still no life from my cock and I could clearly hear the audience
getting restless.

"Two minutes thirty."

We hadn't even made it to two hours, and I was about to flunk the
jackathon.

"Two minutes forty five."

Fifteen seconds of hell.

Suddenly I felt warm breath on my neck, two yielding fabric-clad
mounds pressing against my back and a soft, warm feminine hand taking
over jacking my cock.

"Need a hand from your ideal woman?" breathed Lauren.

I could feel my skin burning at the embarrassment yet it did the
trick and in the nick of time my cock was rock hard and pressing back
against Lauren's hand. The audience gave a spontaneous cheer.
Unfortunately the effect of Lauren's hand was too much, and even
though she withdrew it as soon as my cock was hard, I couldn't help
spurting almost immediately.

I ceded my place to Melvin and set off after Lauren. Ron intercepted
me.

"What happened out there?"

"Emily, my baby sister is in the audience. I couldn't jack off with
her watching."

"That sucks. I feel sorry for you."

I caught up with Lauren back at the refreshments table. Somehow I
didn't feel so awkward talking to her any more after she had held my
cock in her hand.

"Thanks Lauren, you saved my life out there. I take it you know
Donny."

"He's my cousin. He told me what you said. I hope I can live up to
your expectations."

"You've more than surpassed them."

"Thanks. But thinking of me didn't seem to be enough to get you hard."

"I was distracted by my baby sister Emily. I think I saw her in the
audience."

"Yes, I chatted to her earlier. She's very proud of what you're
doing."

"But she's watching me naked! Jerking off! And she's not even in her
teens yet!"

"It's no big deal. She says you're so horny you're always doing it
and you quite often forget to shut the door. It's not as if she
hasn't seen you doing it before."

That wasn't completely reassuring, but at least it was enough to
make me want to continue. While things were still going my way I
decided to push my luck.

"And what about us?"

During the brief pause before Lauren's answer, I broke out in a cold
sweat for the second time that night.

"You're paying on our first date."

I was so euphoric that the rest of the jackathon was a blur. It came
to a conclusion after six and a half hours when Melvin's cock
deflated before he could ejaculate for a sixth time.

As we cleared up, Greg announced that there had been more than ten
times as many internet subscribers as he had predicted, so many that
some had to be turned away. In total we made twenty times as much for
cancer research as all the rest of the school put together. The
following week Mrs Forbes, the principal, publicly announced the
total to the whole school but privately suggested a repeat would be
inappropriate to our tenure.

Greg had tried to record the whole performance but as he had planned
for a maximum of three hours his hard drive had filled up and he had
lost the lot. However a couple of days after the event, a 'well-
wisher' e-mailed me a video clip of my second performance, including
the helping hand I had from Lauren. I was horrified to see that
Lauren's unmasked face was clearly identifiable, and almost as
surprised to see that I could blush all over. Nevertheless I copied
the clip to a memory stick which I planned to keep with me forever.   

As for Lauren and me, that's another story. I asked her out for a
meal and a film and she readily accepted. I even chose to go with
Lauren's preference, not a Science Fiction film but the latest
romantic blockbuster.

And from then on I made sure the door was closed when I jacked off
at home.