like a railroad spike. He was cut like me. The head of it was as red as a ripe plum and his totally hairless nuts were like golf balls.

My own meat was smaller, though not small, measuring seven-and-a-quarter inches on the bone. It had a distinct upward curve and my low hanging nuts were covered in sparse black fuzz. Physically I was slimmer than Owen, but a smidge taller. He was more of an athlete than I and more powerfully built. Where he was blond, I was dark haired, but both of us had perfectly flat, sexy stomachs.

Owen took his cock in his hand and said, “Let’s do this.” He sat in his chair without ever averting his eyes from mine. I too sat and took hold of my aching erection. We were facing each other with our feet up on the trunk between us. I slowly began to move my hand up and down the shaft of my now burning hot cock. Owen did the same and it didn’t take long for both of us to be masturbating with great enthusiasm.

Owen came first. His breathing began to get labored and he said, “You’ll want to see…gasp…how this is…gasp…done!” He thrust his hips up off the chair and his hand was now a blur. The first shot erupted from him and flew straight up in the air, landing on his heaving stomach. Then shot after shot continued to fly from him, painting his belly with criss-crossed lines of teen spunk. Gradually his pace subsided and he stopped stroking.

Seeing him shoot off in front of me brought me right to the edge. I looked him straight in the eye and with a flurry of strokes, was cumming too. I threw my head back and came harder than I’d ever cum before. Spasms shot through my body. The force that propelled my juice made my stomach tense and my legs shake. My nuts pulled up so tight that I thought they would draw up into me. What seemed like a quart of cum just kept squirting from my slit while I shuddered with pleasure. For a moment I completely forgot where I was.

Slowly I came back to reality. Owen was staring bug-eyed with his still leaking tool in his hand. I took a deep breath and looked down at the mess I’d made. There was more cum than I’d ever made before; more even that I’d ever seen in any porno mag cum-shot.

“Man! That was amazing!” Owen gushed. “I guess you really showed me up. I’ve never seen anyone else cum before and thought I shot a big load, but you are the champ.” We sat for a minute while our dicks slowly deflated, catching our breath. Owen picked up his discarded t-shirt and wiped himself clean with it and then tossed it to me. Once I’d sopped up my considerable puddle, I tossed it back to him. He put it to his face and took a deep breath.

“Smell good?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!”

Time went by and we visited the fort a couple times a week. Soon I brought in a ratty old futon from my basement. My mother never even missed it. Owen decided to bring a big bottle of