The Shootist
Chapter 1

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Group Sex, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation,

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Maybe you remember the movie? Well, it's not about that. Not at all.

I'll get to the title of this story in a few minutes; it's taken from an old John Wayne cowboy movie that appears on TV every now and then and still gets watched by guys my age. Most of them know the movie.

Anyway, this all kind of starts with my parents who are both university professors; Mom teaches Humanities and Dad is chairman of the Physics Department. You might think they would be like oil and water and not mix but they did well enough to have me fourteen years ago.

So, knowing that, you won't be surprised that I do pretty well in school myself. I like school and learning new things but I also get a lot of attention from my parents when time comes around for my grades to be posted.

I was in my first year of high school, I was fourteen, having skipped sixth grade, and was taking some advanced placement classes with mostly juniors and some seniors. One in particular was French which I had been taking for several years privately as well.

I had gone to camp at the first part of the summer and was basically with my own age group, something that I didn't always experience in my life, as you can imagine.

So, camp was mostly thirteen- to fourteen-year-old boys and I'm sure that, like me, most, if not all, had probably begun masturbating.

I know I was, just as much as I could and, one Thursday afternoon, I was by myself in the cabin that six of us stayed in so I thought it would be a good opportunity for some 'alone-time' with my best friend.

Well, I was getting along famously, well into my stroking, when I heard from behind me, "Jack that baby, David," and whirled around to see one of my cabin mates had come in.

Well, you know I did what I had to do, tucking myself back in, red-faced, as he said, "Hey, why don't we all do a circle-jerk tonight before lights-out? All six of us?"

So, that's just what happened. The six of us all did our first circle-jerk that night and every night after until we all came home. Just a plain, ordinary run-of-the-mill jack-off session, nothing more, nothing less. But I did get a reputation and that's where the John Wayne movie title came in.

With us being the age we were some weren't cumming very much or at all. But me, well, don't ask me why exactly, I was spurting globs of white sticky cum where some of the others were mostly leaking a clear fluid like I had before it turned white and gooey.

Thus, the nickname, The Shootist. It stuck to me just like my cum stuck to my hand when I ejaculated far and wide as the five others hooted and howled.

So, now you know how I came to have the nickname of The Shootist.

Now, summer was over and I went back to high school and my mix of classes, some the expected freshman and sophomore ones, others, junior and senior level.

The second week of school found me on the school bus as usual as it emptied out. I lived near the end of the route and a girl from my French class moved to the seat I was in near the back of the bus.

"I wanted to ask you something, David, something kind of personal, if that's alright?"


"Have you ever seen a girl when she's naked. Like for real ... in real life?"

"Why would you want to know that, Denise?" I asked warily.

"Well, there are a few of us who would like to see a boy that way and I kind of thought you were pretty cute."

That really didn't explain her question so I asked her directly what she meant, "You asked if I have seen a girl, right? Well, I haven't. But what's that got to do with you seeing me that way?"

Okay, maybe I was dense, maybe I was obtuse?

"Well, if you would show us, then you could see one of us."

Denise Hickens was the sister of a guy my age, Bryce Hickens, who I knew from summer camp. She was a pretty, long-haired blonde who I think any guy would want to see naked.

"Um, well, yeah, I might. When would you want to do this?" I asked, realizing that my pants were certainly showing my interest as the bus rumbled along the road.

"Maybe tomorrow after school. You could get off at DeeDee Wilson's stop, she's the redhead up there in front. She's in our French class. We could do it at her house."

She really meant it, she really wanted to see me naked and then she'd show me herself or one of the girls would; there would be at least two of them, and I would get to see at least one of them myself ... naked. Oh, man.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I said trying to keep my voice calm, just like I agreed to get naked with a girl just about every day.

"Okay, just get off the bus with me and DeeDee tomorrow. We'll drive you home after, okay?" She made me swear I would never tell anyone about this and that they would make sure I was rewarded for my vow of silence.

I agreed and as soon as I got into my house, I ran to my bedroom, stripped out of my school clothes and jacked-off twice. Oh, man, was it good.

You can imagine what I was thinking of all day long in school, especially my French class where Denise and DeeDee were there, looking over at me, smiling, even winking at me. I could hardly walk.

I did make it to the bus after school and Denise sat in the back with me and when it came to DeeDee's stop, Denise and I got up, went to the front and got off, along with three other girls and one boy. Thankfully, the boy, a senior, I think, went the other way to his own house.

"David, this is Violet, Kelli, and Della," she told me as we walked up the steps to DeeDee's house as she was unlocking the door. They were all pretty girls from my French class.

We filed up the stairs to DeeDee's bedroom and they all sat along the edge of her bed as Denise began, "David is here today because of my little brother. He doesn't know this until now but when my brother got back from camp this summer he told me about a boy there that could really shoot his cum farther that any of the other boys. He said they did a circle-jerk every night and David was the clear winner. So when he showed up in our French class I figured he could show us his stuff."

I stood there trying not to shake but I was nervous for sure.

"I thought since David is younger than we are, if this got out, we could just all deny it and avoid being labeled as sluts. And, he's pretty cute, right, girls?" she asked and they all agreed which made me feel pretty good.

"We just want to know how a guy does it, we want to watch you do it and stuff," DeeDee added.

"Can I see how you girls do it? Watch you get off?"

"I promise that at least one of us will do it while you watch, David. So, can we see you jack-off?" Denise asked.

I started pulling off my shirt, then unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor and stood there in my white briefs looking exactly like a fourteen-year-old boy with a hard-on poking out his briefs.

"Come on, David, let's see," Denise said as she pulled off her top along with her bra.

I just stood there for a minute, kind of dumfounded that this was all really happening, she was really letting me see her body. So, I pulled my briefs to the floor and kicked them away.

The girls kind of made little oooh and aaah sounds and one of them, Kelli, I think, asked, "Can we touch it, see what it feels like first?"

I figured that if any of these girls wanted to touch and play with my dick, that was a heck of a good deal for me so I nodded and moved closer. The first to reach out was Violet, a short, really cute blonde and I watched as her finger touched the end, then her fingers wrapped around it and squeezed.

Now, I would love it if my cock was huge. Oh, I've heard all the bragging at school but at camp this summer, most of them that I saw were pretty much like mine.

"It gets small and soft when you're not excited, right? That's the way I've seen my little brother's," she asked and I told her that was right, adding, "But with you girls here and with Denise like that, " nodding at her bare breasts, "I'm not going to be soft."

"It feels cool, who else wants to try it?" Violet asked and Kelli took it in hand next.

"Does this feel good?" she asked moving her hand back and forth.

I nodded but Denise added, "If you really want it to feel good for a boy, you need spit or baby oil or lotion; something like that. Otherwise it gets sore, right?"

"Yeah, I use lotion at home," I said and DeeDee got up and soon came back with a bottle and held it in her lap while Kelli handed me over to Della Chandler, a cute blonde with short hair who was also on the cheerleading team.

"I can feel your heartbeat in it, David. That's so cool. You're really hard. It's amazing how stiff a boy gets when he gets excited," and she passed me on to Denise who took my hand and put it on her boob, saying, "It's only fair that if I get to feel you, you get to feel me," and I thought my heart would explode inside.

My hand was in heaven, right along with my dick which she was eagerly playing with.

"This is fun," Denise said as she began using both hands on me. "Look, it's like dripping out. Is that cum?"

"I guess," I said as one of the girls, Kelli, I think, added, "It's called precum and it comes out to help lubricate your pussy lips when he tries to put it inside the girl. It's slippery, right?"

"Yeah," she said as her thumb rubbed it around the head making my heart jump it felt so good.

All the girls took a feel and played with it for a few minutes, I was in no hurry, it was really quite wonderful to have their soft hands on me; the first time any girls had really touched my body.

"Okay, now do it, David. Let's see 'The Shootist' do his stuff, jack-off for us," Denise said so I put some lotion on my hand and began stroking back and forth as they all watched intently.

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