When my
boss gave me two tickets for the international match at Villa park as a
reward for hitting my sales target it was the best bonus I could ever
have had. Since I was a small lad I had been a fan, seldom missed
a home game and when funds allowed I would follow the team all over the
country. My mate, Martyn, was every bit as avid and I
couldn’t wait too tell him I had a pair of tickets for the game.
Tickets had been like gold-dust and I hadn’t even tried to get hold of
any. Eagerly I called him with the good news.
To begin with he was every bit as excited as I was but then suddenly
this all faded. “I can’t make it,” he sighed.
“Sorry.”
“What do you mean, can’t make it ? Change what ever you’ve
got on.”
“I can’t it’s my night for the gym.”
“Gym ! ? !” I was incredulous. “You don’t go to a
gym and besides –“
“I’m really sorry,” Martin replied. “There’s loads
of guys who’d love to go with you. Ordinarily I’d give
anything to go but it’s Jizz Night at the gym. Sorry. But,
hey I really appreciate you asking me. Thanks.”
He was right, there were dozens I could ask and so the conversation
simply ended. But later I got to wondering what was so very
special and important that Martyn would turn down a ticket to the game
of the season. What for ? The gym ? No way.
Now Martyn wasn’t the kind of guy to frequent a gym, he played
football, was just a shade over-weight but nothing of any consequence.
Gym, no that wasn’t his style some how. And what was the other
thing he had said ? Jizz ? Jizz night at the gym – that
was it. What the hell was jizz ? A new martial art perhaps.
Yeah, Martyn was the sort to be interested in that but surely not at the
expense of a game at Villa Park. No, not at all. But then
never mind.
That evening I had little to do and after playing a few games on my
computer I started surfing the Internet. I checked out the Aston
Villa website and read an article on the forthcoming game, it wouldn’t
be easy but we should win. Contemplating the game, my mind drifted
back to Martyn and his not being able to go with me, sacrificing the
ticket for jizz, what ever that was.
Yeah, what was jizz ?
I opened the Ask Jeeves site and typed in the search
Tell me all about jizz.
The connection meandered through its usual search mode before coming
back with a single line reply.
www.jizzyboys.net
I moved the cursor then clicked the mouse. The site opened
quickly.
Fucking Hell !!
The site had loads of pictures of guys all jacking of. JIZZ meant
WANK !!!!!
So Martyn was going to forfeit a ticket to the game of the season so he
could have a wank ? Nah, I must have got that wrong.
Didn’t he say he was going to the gym ?
I have to admit, have to confess, that all those thumbnail pictures of
guys beating their manhood made me a little bit horny. I didn’t
close the site and continued to check through it.
Then I found Adam ! Adam Davis, yes it was him. There were
pictures of him totally naked. He wasn’t jizzing – wanking –
his dick was limp but it was him.
“Bugger me,” I said aloud. I scanned through the pictures to
see if there were any of Martyn. There were. “Bugger
me.”
There must have been fifty or more guys with their pictures on that
site, guys aged from eighteen to forty and even early fifties.
They all had one thing in common, they were all stark naked.
Jizzers.
The website apparently organised what it called Jizz Meets and yes there
was one fixed for the same night as the game. Adam Davis was the
contact for anyone wanting to go along. The site gave an e-mail
address for him.
I opened the details for the meet. Three guys had signed up to go:
Adam, Martyn and a guy by the name of Garth.
This was incredible.
I went back to look again at the pictures of Martyn. One by one I
clicked on the thumbnail to enlarge them.
I’d never seen Martyn in the nude before, not that I went about seeing
guys naked, it’s just that we weren’t in the same class when we had
been at school so we’d never been in the shower together after games.
I gazed at the picture, Martyn had a fantastic dick – who would have
thought it ?
Curiosity took me to find some pictures of the third guy, Garth.
No, I didn’t know him but I have to here place on record that he was a
fine specimen of youthful manhood.
By this time I was rock hard and I needed a jizz myself. A damp
patch at the front of my underpants was being formed from the precum
rapidly oozing from my dick. Shit, I fancied having a jizz with
those three. With Martyn, with Garth and with Adam.
My hand moved down the front of my jeans, inside and into my pants.
Mmmm, that felt good. Jizz away. With my pants and my jeans
round my ankles and pictures of my friends filling the computer screen I
beat away and came with one of the very best loads I have ever had.
WOW !
But that was not the end of the matter. I could not get those guys
out of my mind. Although I had previously thought jizz was some
kind of self-defence martial art, or something like that, and had never
heard the word until Martyn had said it to me earlier it now constantly
ran through my brain. The more it razed through my thinking the
more I wanted to join Martyn, Adam and Garth for a real proper jizz.
Sod the game I wanted to jizz with them !
In bed that night I couldn’t sleep for thinking about it. It was
no good, as the hours went by and my brain continued to explode I had to
get up and return to the computer.
Opening the site again I looked up the details of the meeting.
Martyn had spoken about the gym, what was that about ? Nonsense, a
cover I guessed. There was no mention of a gym on the site this
was to be an outdoor jizz.
We live close to a large park, not a nice pretty park with flowerbeds
all laid out in line but some three square miles of heathland, small
wooded plantations and six small lakes. By day it is alive with
walkers, horse riders, fishermen and families out for a picnic. By
dark, however, it is deserted. In the middle of the park there is
an area of trees known as Fox Hollies Wood. It was there at nine
o’clock the Jizzy Meeting was to be held. Participants were
invited to meet in the lounge of the Clerk Hotel, a near by pub, at
eight thirty.
I clicked the button marked JOIN US then typed in my details. I
was invited to add a photograph, I didn’t have anything like those of
Martyn, Adam or Garth. Besides if I did would I really want it
splashed all over the world-wide-web ?
Sanity tinctured my brain and I moved the mouse to position the cursor
just above the little cross at the top right hand corner of the screen.
I raised my index finger ready to close the window and cancel any notion
I had of wanking in Fox Hollies Wood that coming Wednesday evening.
I mean, after all did I want to be a part of this ?
Yes I did.
The cursor moved back down to the submit button upon which I quickly
clicked before changing my mind.
Done !
The thing was would I bottle it before Wednesday ? No way !
But to ensure I didn’t I made a plan to tell Martyn A.S.A.P. I
would do that first thing in the morning. But first, time to try
to sleep.
As soon as the hour was respectable enough I went to call my friend on
his mobile but hesitated as I gathered my thoughts into a plan.
What exactly should I say and in what order should I phrase things ?
I worked something out and the phone at the other end started to ring
only to be diverted to voicemail. I was kind of glad about that.
“Hi there Jizzyboy, it’s Nigel. Like your pics on the
website. So much so I have signed up for Fox Hollies Wood on
Wednesday. Better than a rotten old football game. So I
guess I’ll see you there. Give me a call.”
My heart was beating nineteen to the dozen as I ended the call. No
turning back now.
Martin called me back about an hour later. He was surprised,
perhaps a bit embarrassed but well pleased with my decision.
Certainly no turning back now. He ! He !
The intervening few days dragged by and the hours once Wednesday
actually dawned felt as if each one of them were an age in themselves.
That was until Martyn and I finally stood at the bar of the Clerk Hotel.
Martyn had called round for me, perhaps he thought I would do a runner
at the last moment. But his fears were groundless for I was more
than certain and determined now about becoming a Jizzy Boy than anything
previously thought of in my young life.
“You know Adam of course, this is Garth.”
I smiled and saw them not standing there fully clothed with pint glasses
in their hands but naked as they had been when I had seen their pictures
on the website.
The small talk was there just to fill in the time while we finished our
drinks, with us all assembled there was no need to wait any longer.
I guess we were all eager to get over to Fox Hollies Wood as quickly as
possible. Although we walked quite briskly it still took us more
than half an hour to get to the appointed venue.
Now what ? I wondered. But there was no ceremony, no ritual
just a quick stripping of our clothing until four young guys stood naked
in the pale moonlight. It wasn’t cold, in fact it was quite a
warm evening. I hoped we would not be disturbed, what if there
were others about in the park at that late hour ? Well they could
jizz with us couldn’t they ?
I was the first to begin the all important rhythmic pumping.
“Hey,” Martin giggled, “You are an expert at this.”
“Been doing it since I was twelve years old.”
“Haven’t we all ?” Garth smiled.
I was the first to cum, I could have cum much earlier so horny was I
feeling but I held out until I could resist no longer. With each
squirt I let out a howl into the night sky. It was the best wank I
had ever had.
So enraptured was I that I did not notice the order in which my friends
followed me.
“Welcome to Jizzy Boys,” Martin said. “I guess you
have passed your initiation with flying colours.”
I knew he was right and I knew that I had a long and eventful career
ahead of me in the organisation.
