Catholic Virgins Discover Jering

The scene on day two was an abomination. Two, straight, virgin, Catholic teenagers touching each other's cocks. For both of us, it was the first time either of our dicks got attention from someone else. Nobody had wrapped their legs around me like this. God had sent floods over this sort of behavior. Luckily, bodies are only programmed to feel blinding arousal or guilt at any given moment. Not both. In that moment, Rob and I were committing a mortal sin and we couldn't even feel it. We could only feel the pleasure that we gave to each other's greased up flesh poles. A surprising and sexy turn given how much I hated Rob the day before.

Day 1

So before my next experience with a man at 28, I had one blip with a classmate at the Catholic retreat for seniors at my high school. It was so long ago and followed by such a long hiatus from men that it often doesn't register for me. I was 18 at the time with a stocky, athletic build from soccer and football. My skin was tan from hanging by the pool with friends. I was straight, I was Republican, I went to mass every Sunday, and confession twice a month (none of these hold true today). So basically I was a good, hairy, little Catholic boy that jerked off twice a day.

The retreat was up in the woods at a compound that had a dozen 4-person cabins. The layout was dorm style where a bathroom split the two rooms of the cabin. Each room had two twin beds and the entire cabin was made of paper-thin walls. This was one of the only trips my mother let me go on because it was religious in nature. Needless to say, I was beaming when I arrived. Some of my buddies were on the retreat and I was praying they get my cabin.

My heart sank when I saw Rob approaching our porch. He didn't look happy to see me either as we mostly tried to ignore each other back at school. Rob was a huge ween. While I was starting to realize that I had been indoctrinated, Rob was notorious for being one of the more sheltered kids in school. He was a 6'1 swimmer who was a big part of the swim team state championship. He had a lanky frame, was completely smooth (from shaving for competitions), and had a ridiculous bubble butt. Of course, I only registered the physical features of men at this time as more of a comparison to my own. Rob had flowy, blonde hair, and a strong jawline. Somehow, God had let this objectively attractive guy become a huge dweeb.

Rob took the bed that was maybe 3 feet apart from mine as we heard Harrison and Patrick take occupancy of the other room. Rob opened up his duffle and pulled out a toiletry kit. He threw it on the joint nightstand and pulled out his toothbrush even though we hadn't had dinner yet. Classic Rob probably brushed 4 times a day. When he came back from the bathroom, I noticed that he had a vat of petroleum jelly in his bag which got my young brain laughing.

"What?" Rob said already irritated by my presence.

"Petroleum jelly, dude?" I prodded.

"What? I have to use it for swimming or my skin gets too dry."

"Mhmm." I said with disbelief.

"What else would I use it for?" Rob asked earnestly.

"Jerking off. Obviously." I was worried that I was letting on information that was weird about myself. On more special bate sessions back home, I would take a little dollop and go to town. Never too much so my mom wouldn't realize it was missing.

"You can use it for that?" Rob asked without a clue.

The meal chime played and we left to eat dinner. Tonight was supposed to be about settling in so everyone retired early. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in the dark. I couldn't sleep because I was still horny thinking about Rob's petroleum jelly. After a few minutes, he had a consistent sounding inhale/exhale so I pulled out my cock from my pajama pants. I let my hand ride the cock train under my covers which slowly moved.

"You asleep?" Rob whispered to me.

Jesus! My heart jumped and the shame set in. Fuck. I decided the best course of action was to play it cool.

"Just gonna jerk off." I whispered back. The cabin was quiet and any noise would carry to our neighbors.

"Oh nice." Rob replied also trying to play it cool. I found his comfort sort of weird. After a few moments, I gripped my cock again. The blood had run out from my fear, but pretty soon I was working with a hard 6.5 again. The sheets of my bed began to rise and fall again. I glanced over to Rob in the dark whose face was intently aimed at my bed sheets. Rob must have realized that it was weird to just watch and his covers began to move. The fucking voyeur kept watching.

"Hey, can I see what you're doing?" He asked in a low voice. This seemed totally out of character from the guy who used to rat people out for cursing.

What a fucking weird request. I had never jerked off in front of a guy, but I had heard stories of dudes doing it. I was beyond horny and excited from jerking off in the vicinity of anyone who was aware. For someone as this inexperienced, this was the biggest thing to happen...ever. Without really understanding that you have to clear your head before making decisions horny, I replied, "Uhhh, sure I guess." Rob ran and turned on the light. He covered his exposed cock which waddled back and forth. He jumped back into bed and covered up. His size looked a bit ridiculous attached to the immaturity of his motions, like a big oaf.

I ripped the covers off my cock which was covered in glistening precum. It was so engorged that it pointed straight up. "Oooo," Rob said. I don't think he meant to say that. "Dang, Warren, you have a big dick." I guess he did.

"Thanks," I replied. Very quickly it became awkward to be jerking off with a spectator who was hiding. "Rob, you have to jerk off as well. If I'm going to show you, then it's only fair." Rob pulled the covers off and revealed his 5.5-inch, cut cock. I was excited that I was bigger than this much taller guy. Mainly, Rob sucked so it felt like I had something on him. A few moments passed and Rob just oddly squeezed his head. He was watching me with so much interest, like he didn't want to miss a second of what I was doing.

"I've actually never really jerked off before." Rob confessed.

"Wait, what?" I said surprised.

"Shhh. Well, like I have squeezed it, and it felt good. But nothing has really happened." He replied. I was shocked. How had this 18-year-old never watched porn, or jerked off. I was astounded, but he said it with so much embarrassment that it had to have been true.

Too horny to really consider the punishment of teaching someone how to commit a mortal sin, I went straight into a lesson, "Dam, okay. Well first off, don't squeeze. Grab your cock like this." My hand closed around my dick. Rob copied. Now, just go up and down. I began to stroke and he did the same. Rob began to leak. "Smear some of that on your fingertips. Now, rub it on the underside of your shaft." Rob groaned. "Shh. Good, now focus on the underside. That's what will make you cum. There's a part just below the tip that should feel really good if you rub it." I wasn't ready to cum, but my cock was so engorged that it felt like it was going to physically explode. I grabbed myself hard. The harder I squeezed my cock, the more relief I felt. Rob was breathing heavily as he explored his new meat toy. He looked up every few seconds to watch me.

This was the hottest I had ever felt to date. My 18-year-old brain didn't know it was the presence of a man that was escalating the way my body was reacting. It was just another jerkoff session that happened to trigger ALL of my arousal. I started humping up into my fist. "Now, the harder you grip and the faster you stroke, the quicker you'll cum." I added. "Like this." I clutched my cock with a vice grip. I needed to release the pressure immediately. I looked over at Rob who still had his eyes wide like he was witnessing a miracle. His breathing was shallow and he had started to stroke like I taught him. The scene was too much new stimuli. The orgasm started deep. I had to suppress every urge to scream out. The cabin neighbors would definitely hear.

My hips bucked up propelling cum onto the wall behind me. Sperm rainbowed up and came down on my cheek and chest. I quietly grunted like a wounded animal. Rob's mouth was open in shock. "Jesus Christ!" he whispered. "I've never seen anything like that. Do all guys shoot like that?"

I was slowly regaining my breath and composure, "I don't think so. Some do though."

"That was crazy. How cool." He replied. Rob started to put his cock away. I was a little disappointed, but not enough to say something. Probably because I had got my nut and guilt was setting in. I think he was nervous about cumming for the first time ever. The lights went out and I laid there worried about going to hell after experiencing such a powerful orgasm. I had seen a man's penis which isn't against a commandment, but that certainly had to be against the rules. My cock got hard again as I contemplated hell and blowing splooge for the "for real last time."

Day 2

The next day was a religious extravaganza. Prayers in the morning along with mass and some worship bullshit. Then meditating, confession, and music in the afternoon. At confession, I apologized for jerking off, but didn't reveal there was an audience. It would have been too many Hail Marys.

After a long day, we were back in the cabin and ready for bed. I was under the covers waiting for Rob to turn off the light when he closed both bathroom doors. Rob whispered excitedly, "Hey, so I tried what you showed me in the shower. It felt better than anything I had done before, but I still didn't shoot like you did."

"Weird." I replied. Rock hard and altruistic, I offered, "Why don't you show me what you did and maybe I can see if you are doing something wrong."

"Fine, but only if you take yours out." Rob said. Mutually assured destruction was the only way for two straight boys to jerk off together. We pulled our cocks out. The limited conversation was enough to drive us both to full erection. I gripped myself as Rob awkwardly began to stroke.

"Alright, well first off, you are going to rub yourself raw if you stroke without any lube. Here, let's use your petroleum jelly." I pulled my pants all the way off and Rob got the jelly. I walked over to his bed and we sat next to each other. He was up against the wall and I was in front of him on the edge. I took a scoop of jelly with my fingers and started to spread it across my penis. Rob followed suit. My body forced a deep inhale of the aromas: wood, petroleum jelly, and the musk of two teenage boys. Rob laid back down and used his left arm against the wall to stroke. I laid back next to him which pressed our arms together. I gripped the fleshy crease of my thigh and let out a quiet moan. Rob continued to stroke. Being this close, I couldn't look away from my first in-person penis. It looked so hot, much more welcoming than any pussy I had seen in porn. He kept looking over at my larger cock. I started to question if he was even learning anything more from my technique.

Rob gave out an exasperated sigh before taking his hand off his cock, "It's not fucking working. It feels good, but then it just goes away."

"Well, I can't help you. I don't know why it feels wrong." I said.

"Okay, well then just stroke me for a minute so I know what it's supposed to feel like." Rob said.

I laughed at the absurd offer. "No way dude. You'll tell everyone I'm gay. You're going to have to die without knowing what it's like to cum." I joked.

Rob laid there staring at the ceiling for a minute. I continued to lightly stroke. "Okay, Warren. What if I showed you on yours what I'm doing and you tell me what's wrong?" I can't stress enough how unbelievable it seemed to me that someone this old had not touched themselves to completion. I had been doing it since middle school.

Incredulously, I asked, "Like show me on my dick?"

"Ya, exactly. It's not gay if you don't enjoy it. You won't even have to touch mine. It's just you showing me something. Plus, what did they say today? Treat others how you would want to be treated. If you weren't able to cum, I'm sure you would want someone to show you." Rob threw the whole book at me because he thought I'd say no. My horniness warped some of the logic and it actually made a lot of sense. It really wasn't gay if he was the one touching me.

"Fine. But just until you figure it out." I said. Rob smiled. He tried to turn over but was stuck because of how small the bed was.

"Turn on your side. Then I can reach around like if it was mine." Rob suggested. I turned on my side and Rob shuffled up against my backside. His lubed-up cock poked my hamstrings. Just before I decided to say anything, Rob's large swimmer hand grabbed my pole. My cock looked much smaller in his grip. His hand was like a large swimming paddle which explained why he was so good. He began to stroke me which felt amazing. My dick had never had such full coverage and stimulation. I tried not to let out any noises. He couldn't know that he was making me feel good. Pretty quickly I discovered what was wrong, he wasn't putting enough pressure. "You have to grab me tighter," I said.

"Are you sure? Wont it hurt." He asked.

"Our dicks can take a lot." I laughed.

Rob's strong hand began to tighten around me. If I had been standing, my legs would have been woozy. "That too tight?" He asked. I reassured him it was perfect. Rob scooched in closer so he could peak over my shoulder. His abdomen rested on my hairy ass while his cock accidentally slipped between my thighs. The petroleum jelly made him feel like a wet fish as he tried to pull out. He stifled a moan. The movements required for him to masturbate me meant he had to leave it where it was. Rob started to thrust between my thighs. My bulky quads hugged his member tight. I wasn't really sure what to think about this new activity. He wasn't trying to get in my asshole and he was still stroking me. I let him keep going.

His long upper leg wrapped over both my legs so he could get more leverage. Rob went from never having jerked off straight to fucking... my thighs. There was a pure sort of animalistic desperation in the way he humped. He hadn't developed any rhythm and he didn't know how to control his body to get the right feeling. His pumps were out of sync and revolved around when he could tolerate the next jolt of pleasure. He was a man possessed by the devil. Lustful. His hand was still rubbing my shaft. "There you go. Now turn your hand." I grabbed his mitt and placed it how I wanted. My cock slid between his fingers. "Now let me fuck your hand with a steady pace." I could feel Rob sort of sit up startled by my language. I tensed my quads together so I could get nearer to cumming.

The additional tightness from my legs had Rob huffing. He whispered in my ear, "Warren, I'm not sure what's happening. I think this might be it." Rob's big hand was getting me there. I kept looking down at the strange sight of a hand I didn't know on my private parts. His veins were bulging from how tight he was gripping me. Rob wrapped both legs around mine. The strong arches of both his feet gripped my calves. He used the leverage from his strong legs to drive his cock into my thighs harder. He continued, "Warren, my dick feels hot. I think it's going to explode."

My own cock was going to bust and I told him, "Keep going. That's how it should feel." He took my advice and pretty soon his right hand moved under me and grabbed a handful of my pec. "Warren. Warren. Warren." He latched onto my name which I loved to hear in his moment of orgasm. I looked down and saw a jet of cum shoot out from between my thighs. Rob buried his mouth into my shoulder and quietly screamed my name again. My cock shot next. I gasped and Rob shot his free hand up to cover my mouth. This put us off balance and I rolled back onto him, both of us now facing the ceiling. I crossed my legs to keep a decent dick cavern for him. I could feel his newly christened pole pulse outward on my heavy thighs as it fought to eject semen. Another jet shot up and onto my legs. I moaned into his hand. Rob kept humping in stuttered bursts. His cock would take control and there would be a moment of stillness. Then his cum bat would burst with another jet before the spasms continued. My hips were moving back and forth desperately as I kept shooting into this man's hand. This meant that my power bottom thighs kept moving against Rob like a pussy. He bit into my shoulder and began to shudder.

Finally, the dying embers of our orgasm shot off their final sparks. When the dust settled, we were in a full embrace. My hands had come up in the heat and grabbed the hand around my mouth. His legs continued to hug mine as he slowly humped my fleshy tree trunks. He was starting to fill with blood again. I got up from his bed and went to clean off the petroleum jelly and his cum. My thighs were drenched.

"That was the best feeling I've ever had! I really shot! Great jerkoff sesh!" He said excited.

"Ya man, that was a really fun wank off." I said to him as much as myself.