He also liked jacking off. He liked it a lot. He did it a least once a day, occasionally two or three times. About a year ago, while lying in bed jerking his meat, he had run his hand over his body, feeling his erect nipples and pulling on his balls. He had tickled his asshole and been surprised how good that felt.
In only a matter of days he had inserted his finger, and then two, going as far in as he could reach. When he did that while beating off he found he shot off sooner and with a bigger load. It soon became apparent that he needed something longer and fatter than his fingers. A banana was his first choice.
But the banana wasn’t the best choice. Unless it was green it soon becomes too soft, much softer than a nice, firm, erect cock. Next choice? A cucumber, of course. So a cucumber had become the vegetable he kept hidden under his mattress and used to ram up his ass whenever he jacked off, which was often.
Norm had a best friend throughout grammar school, but he had moved away when they were in the seventh grade, and Norm had never replaced him. He had a lot of friends, but not a best buddy. This year there was a new boy at school, but Norm noticed no one had anything to do with him. He was curious about that and asked a couple of his classmates why.
His friends said, “He’s a Jew.”
In this part of this state, there were very few Jewish people and he had never known one, as far as he knew. He wasn’t sure he even knew what a Jew was. That evening he asked his parents.
His dad looked at him. "Son, you're seventeen years old, and you don't know what a Jew is? What do they teach you kids these days?"
Norm said, "Sorry. Jeeze"
His dad looked across the kitchen at his wife. "Do you believe this?"
"Well?" Norm said. "Or do you even know?"
His Dad said, “They’re a race.”
His Mom rinsed the dish she was washing and turned, saying, “No they’re not. It’s a religion. Negro is a race. You can become a Jew, but you can’t become a Negro.”
His Dad said, “Well, yeah."
Norm looked from his dad to his mom and back to his dad. "Well, which is it?"
"Your mom's right, as usual," his dad said. "But some people would say they're a race too. But it’s a very old and respected religion. Why are you suddenly interested in this?"
Norm said, “There’s a new guy at school and nobody wants to talk to him because he’s a Jew. I don’t get it.”
His Mom said, “Well, honey, some people are like that, but that doesn’t make it right. He’s just like everybody else. He might be or might not be a nice person, but not because of his religion.”
The next day at lunch time Norm saw the boy he had wondered about sitting alone eating a sandwich. He went over and sat down opposite him and asked, “What’s that?’
The Jew-boy looked up at him and said, “Pastrami.”
“Pisswhat?”
The Jew-boy laughed. “No, pastrami. Here,” and he handed the other half of his sandwich to Norm.
Norm wasn’t sure, but he bit into it. “Hey, that’s good. Here,” and he handed the Jew-boy half of his.
“It’s not ham, is it?”
“No, it’s turkey, I think. I’m Norm.”
The Jew-boy shook his hand and said, “I’m Ari.”
In the days that followed they were both shunned by the other students, but Norm’s Dad told him, “Small loss. They weren’t your friends anyway.”
They welcomed Ari into their home and Ari’s Mom was always glad to see Norm and gave him wonderful new things to eat each time he went to Ari’s house. They became inseparable, spending all their free time together. They shared stories of their younger years and growing up, talked about their dreams, made jokes and laughed and acted like silly seventeen-year-old boys. And they shared secrets.
One afternoon they were at Norm’s house. Both his parents worked, trusting Norm not to get into trouble, and he had never betrayed their trust. Norm had noticed before that there were times when he simply had to jack off. This was one of those times. He asked Ari if he ever jacked off.
Ari said, “Of course. I may be Jewish, but I’m not a freak. Everybody in the world jacks off. You do, don’t you?”
Norm almost blushed. “Yeah, of course. A lot. Maybe too much.”
Ari shook his head. “I don’t think you can do it too much, unless you’ve done it so much your dick is raw, and you can’t stop. Do you?”
Norm shook his head. “It’s not like that, but sometimes I really want to do it. I mean really. Like yesterday, in math class. I told Mr. Traymore I had to use the bathroom and I went to the lavatory and jacked off, right then in class. Not IN class, but you know what I mean.”
Ari shrugged. “No big deal, as long as you don't do it IN class.”
They both laughed and Norm punched Ari’s arm. Ari grabbed Norm in a head-lock and they rolled off the sofa wrestling. Norm was heavier than Ari and pinned him down.
“Com’on, get off me.”
Norm got up and sat down on the sofa. “Well, anyway, this is one of those times. I gotta go in my room and do it, or I'll do it right here and right now. My dick’s getting hard.”
Ari was still lying on the floor. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well do it here and now.”
Norm laughed. “Really? Are you serious?”
Ari said, “Why not? I’ll join you,” and got up and sat on the sofa beside Norm. “But you start. I wanna see if you’ve got the balls.”
“Oh, I’ve got the balls, all right. Nice big ones.”
Ari said, “Well?”
Norm unzipped his shorts and started to pull his dick out, and then changed his mind. He raised his hips and pulled his shorts and boxers off and threw them to one side. He looked at Ari and began pulling on his cock, making it grow.
Norm said, “Well?”
Ari looked defiantly at Norm, stood up, undid his pants and pushed them and his briefs down, sat back down, pulled off his shoes and then his pants and briefs and kicked them away. He began shaking his dick around. Norm looked at it. It was different from his. It didn’t have any skin covering the head. He liked the neat, sleek, clean look of it.
They proceeded to jack off, each watching the other and getting hotter than either one had ever been before. They in unison went faster and harder, straining and panting until Ari shot off, his cum spurting up and landing on his stomach. He took a deep breath and let it out loudly and relaxed, watching Norm beating off even harder, then making a sound almost like one of pain, and shooting his cum all the way up to his chest. Seconds later they were laughing like fools.
The following days and weeks, jacking off together became part of their buddy time. They were not just comfortable doing it, they looked forward to doing it, but when he jacked off alone Norm continued using his cucumber. And he found he missed it when he was with Ari. Ari was his best friend, and knew things about him no one else knew. He trusted him. He decided to reveal his secret to him.
The next afternoon when they were getting naked Norm said, “Ari, I never told you this, but there’s something I like to do when I jack off by myself. Something I’ve been doing for a long time.”
Ari didn’t say anything. He sat there, feeling his still soft dick and waiting for Norm to continue.
“I… well… I like how it feels to have something in my ass when I beat off.”
“Like what”
“Well, I keep a cucumber to do it with.”
“Keep it where?”
“Under my mattress. Where do you think, in the refrigerator where Mom might put it in a salad?”
Ari made a face, “Yuck.”
“Problem is, it gets soft and mushy and I have to keep throwing it away and remember to buy another one.”
Ari asked, “But back to your ass, what exactly do you do?”
Norm grinned. He liked talking like this. “Well, I smear some Vaseline around my asshole and shove the cucumber in, then while I’m jacking my cock with one hand, I move the cucumber in and out with the other.”
Ari said, “In other words, you’re fucking your ass with a cucumber.”
Norm hadn’t thought about it in that way, but said, “Yeah, I guess.