Chapter 4

"Jesus, I have never done this with people watching. I don't know if it will work or not. It is pretty fucking embarrassing, I'll tell you that. If any of you rat on me about this, I will kick your ass."

Ike had lost his usual swagger and assuredness. Meanwhile, all three girls had moved closer to watch as Ike sat back against the rock and began to stroke his cock.

I remained amazed that girls knew what boys did in private. I couldn't figure out how they could find something like that out. I certainly didn't know what girls did. That girls actually would want to watch a guy beat his meat, without being totally grossed out, was an even more stunning revelation. Until that moment, I thought only guys thought about and wanted sex. To find out that girls might be interested in sex was a realization bordering on miraculous. Judging from the looks on the three girls' faces, the miracle was happening right then and there.

"Oh my god, it is getting bigger," gasped Amy.

Indeed, it was. At first, Ike had revealed his rather narrow flaccid cock by tossing Sarah's bra aside. That by itself was a curiosity to the girls, especially after seeing my cock fully erect. Ike's just dangled there between his legs much to the astonishment of the girls. Even in that state, his was longer than mine. When Ike settled into jacking off, his cock began to get slowly harder. Soon it was much bigger and longer than mine. Even I was amazed.

"Is that all you have to do... just rub it up and down?" asked Pamela. She seemed absolutely enthralled.

"Yep," answered Ike, "but usually I... ah... I mean us guys use something to sort of get us going... to get worked up... like dirty pictures or something."

"Dirty pictures?" said Amy. She appeared thoroughly confused.

"You know, naked pictures, pictures of women posing naked," informed Ike.

"Oh my god," whispered Sarah. "Just looking at naked girls makes it get hard?"

"Why do you think Bobby's dick was already hard?" said Ike. "Cause he saw Pamela naked, that's why."

I blushed, as did Pamela.

"Really?" gasped Amy. "I didn't know..."

"Don't be such a bimbo, Amy. You know about all this stuff," said Pamela.

"Not really, except for the stuff we talked about in sex ed class at church. They mainly said don't have sex. They didn't say how to have sex. They certainly didn't say anything about... about... boy's doing this. And, they never mentioned naked pictures or anything like that. There were just drawing of boy's things and all of them were pointing down!"

Amy clearly had embraced this as an academic exercise, if nothing else.

Ike continued to stroke away at his now bright red cock. His face was equally red. Actually, so was mine.

"How long does this take?" asked Sarah.

"I don't know... y'all keep distracting me asking questions," moaned Ike. He stopped for a moment to change hands.

"God, it is bigger than ever now... and sticking straight up. Doesn't it hurt when you rub it that long?" asked obviously very curious Amy.

"I think it would work better if you showed me your titties, you know, like in naked pictures," suggested Ike sheepishly.

"Oh, no, we won this bet fair and square," said Sarah. "We get to dress without you looking at us."

Ike frowned.

"Can I try it?" whispered Pamela suddenly.

"Try what?" said Ike.

"Jacking off your weenie," she responded. "I want to see what it feels like."

I nearly fainted. This was getting totally out of hand... so to speak.