Pool Party Turns Circle Jerk

In Michael Kirwan's world view a classic "coming together" for horny young men at their sexual peak with no outlet available from the opposite sex — the Circle Jerk.

Remember those tentative beginnings where everyone was spaced out to prevent accidental contact.  Watching each other to compare techniques and check out how everyone measures up (while not really watching or, at least, not getting caught peeking).  Each member of the group working towards the same goal of orgasm.  There were always mental tallies made of who shoots first and who dropped the biggest load.  The release was always welcomed and quickly followed by a few embarrassed and nervous chuckles.  Over time and through repeated experience, the peer bond tightens, the contact between bodies accepted, the unspoken signals made to gather a grouping, the "usual place" found in a tool shed out back, the stiffened rags stashed for wiping up, and the passed-around porn no longer required to get things started.  In due course, the gang of best buds will graduate to "lending a hand" to a friend in need, and dares to do more will follow.  Soon, the group will splinter into smaller factions gathering in bedrooms or basements or bathrooms or backseats for more intimate explorations of what feels so good.  Finally, and after just a few short years from the first get together, the gang will disband through relocations, relationships, or a rationalized need to suppress unpopular urges.

For graduates from the Circle, there is a future of random memories and flashbacks stirring up a stiffening in the crotch.  Some will be triggered by smells like a musty storage room, or a musky gym, or even the scent of a particular lubricant.  Other memorable images from the old days will be evoked to help "get over the edge" during an unenthusiastic blowjob from yet another woman who never seems to suck dick as well as an old buddy from the Circle.  At reunions, the former jack-off mates will still keep their secrets while noticing signals and signs real or imagined.  There will be the knowing elbow nudged in the ribs, the noticed blush across the face while introducing the current wife or girlfriend, or even the standing at adjoining urinals making a stream of small talk long after the flow of urine has ceased. 

It will never be the same, again.  There is too much repression or regret.  Many are held back by a sense of responsibility to their standing in society or current relationships.  Deep inside there is still lust for the act or longing for the release, but it will never be strong enough to bring them all together, again.  They will not get to experience their grouping as grown men with their mature dicks out, stroking, watching, encouraging, and bonding through orgasm.  Yet, they remain forever bound by their glory days gathered around the Circle.

Pool Party Turns Circle Jerk — 2009 — 9" x 12½"