Part two: Blue balls
A little about Jim Doumay...
Jim was from a small ranching town in South Dakota. He was a real cowboy, hard muscled, lean, quiet. Ranch life had its advantages, but he wanted more from life. He was a good athlete and even better student. A year or two after high school, he got a job working with a dinosaur excavation team handling the excavation equipment. He could make that backhoe work as gracefully as a ballerina. Instead of reptile bones, they came across Indian artifacts. The discovery got him interested in learning more. And that led him to college, a master's, and eventually to the university where he became Dr. Winderly's graduate assistant teaching slave. Sort of a perfect circle of academic pedigree.
Living in the West with so much space gave Jim plenty of opportunity to be alone. He didn't date much in high school. But he had a very active sexual imagination, however. He spent a lot of time looking at porn and jerking off. When his parents thought he was studying for school, he was studying images on line.
He was always horny. Whenever he could, he'd take a break from fixing fences or running the baling equipment, drop his pants and masturbate under the wide sky. He imagined that he was fertilizing the ground with his semen, Hours alone on a tractor let him do a lot of thinking. So, he began to invent an elaborate ritual of the Cum People. People who worshiped cocks and cum. Women were the leaders in the CFNM fantasy he created. If he were very far away from the ranch, he would strip completely and do his chores naked.
It was exhilarating and dangerous. If he were ever caught, he would be humiliated in the small farming community. He was trapped in a vicious cycle of risk fueled by the thrill of exposing himself. He loved being naked and dreamed of letting women look at him as he did his chores. They would have to encourage him because he was so shy and guilt ridden by his unstoppable thoughts. When he jerked off he imagined a woman watching him, smiling at him, encouraging him. And he rewarded her by erupting in long waves of brilliant white cum.
He had four friends whom he drank with. They'd finish their chores and, because they were all over 18 and could convince the shopkeeper in the next county over that they were of age, could buy enough Coors to last a weekend. They said they were camping out, but really it was an excuse for them to let their hair down and get drunk. South Dakota summers are hot and the guys would strip down and go for a dunk in a cattle tank. It was like group showers: everybody was naked and aware of everyone else, but as long as everyone was naked, it didn't really matter.
They all got good looks at the equipment they were each carrying. Doug had the longest dick, Kirk the fattest. Jim and John were normal sized. And they teased one another a lot about their dicks, their ability to cum, and their adventures with the ladies. Jim didn't have much to say. He was happy just to be out in the open and on display. He liked it that he could examine the other guys' junk without worrying about being called a queer.
It was bound to happen. One of the guys had a 12-volt DVD player and monitor. And he had a stash of porn he brought out. So, not only were they naked and getting drunk, they were getting aroused watching the videos. No hiding the hardness rising in their laps. Nor did they try. One by one four cocks glistened in the blue TV light. Sliver tears drooled from the ends of their cut cocks.
Tentatively they stroked their cocks. Then as it seemed there was an agreement it was okay, they became more assertive about it. In fact, they were all very relaxed about jerking off with one another. Kirk was the first to cum, shooting onto his chest. He was too drunk to care and let the semen turn clear and drip off his side. Doug and John came next, at about the same time. They have been watching each other and nodded when they were ready to ejaculate.
They all waited for Jim to pop his load. He did not disappoint. When the scene on the monitor showed a man licking his girlfriend's ass and cunt, it was too much for him. He grunted and clenched his teeth. A white flash came flying out the end of his cock, the cum landing on his cheek. The next blast struck his throat and the numbers three, four and five splattered his belly. He was not done, but the last few spurts where not as forceful. He was breathing hard and holding his still pulsing cock.
He could tell they were watching, but no one said a word. They did grin a lot and looked at one another in amazement. "Whew!" said Jim. "I guess I needed that one, huh?" It broke the ice and their relationship took a turn for the better. Now they could freely jerk off with one another with or without the need for a video. Just seeing each other stroking was enough to get them going. They were not gay, they proclaimed often. They were just jerk-off buddies. "Nothing wrong with that, is there?"
They called themselves the Jerk Off Boys, the private club for a weekend of drinking and handfucking. They called the ritual cumfest going on a J.O.B. Search. None of their families caught on or cared very much about four healthy ranch boys getting together on the weekend to blow off a little steam.
