Story Time: “Cum Pot” from the 51st Edition of the Handjobs Anthology

Youthful enthusiasm for masturbation leads to questions answered and connections forged. What’s not to love?

It shouldn’t come as any surprise to anyone who reads BWB with any regularity that I’m a fan of stories where characters learn how to understand themselves and their world better via Penis. And today’s super short Story Time entry fits snuggly into that precise canon.

Taken from the 51st Handjobs Anthology – which is available now for purchase and download – Cum Pot is a charming tale of Nate, who finds himself at that age where jacking off is so essential and exciting that his days and weeks are planned around when and how he can rub his donger. Nate’s fun is interrupted by a long term houseguest who turns out to be the open minded playmate Nate never knew he wanted.

I especially enjoy setups like this because the potential for coercion or force is present, but the payoff is here that Nate gets seen and acknowledged, and made to feel excited rather than ashamed of his body and his sexuality. There’s no dominating or “it hurt at first, but then I liked it!” These two guys just find each other, and set the boundaries of convention to the side in order to make better friends and to share.

That’s very cool.

And not uncommon for the pages of Handjobs Magazine. Cum Pot isn’t listed with an author, which means it was likely written by the editors of Handjobs themselves. It also doesn’t come with a good description of what a cum pot really even is – if you know, drop it in the comments for me?

The story also features an undated illustration by Roger Payne, who is an eternal favorite artist of mine. His men are realistic but deeply sexual and viscerally masculine, and often drawn with a casual confidence in their erections and naked/exposed bodies, juxtaposed with joyful and enthusiastic facial expressions. The homoerotic ghosts of J.C. Leyendecker and creations like the Arrow Collar man are present in many of Payne’s works, particularly when he’s drawn men in suits and ties. Roger’s men get up to the business of fun that Leyedecker’s could only really allude to.

Cum Pot

from Handjobs Anthology Vol. 51

“Oooo,” I cried when I shot a load of fresh cum. Jacking off was my must-do activity the moment I got home from school. It was my must-do activity for Saturday and Sunday mornings. It was my must-do activity every night before I went to sleep. And every time I came, I couldn’t help but let out a cry of joy. I craved that tingly feeling, which spread from my ball sack through my crotch, up to the tip of my dick, between my legs, through my asscrack and down my legs. It electrified every inch of my body. I couldn’t get to sleep at night without popping at least one load.

I was so addicted to jacking off that just running up the stairs when I got home made my dick harden. That’s because I knew that in just a few seconds, I’d be naked on my bed clutching my trembling dick.

Jacking off was such a vital part of my life that I thought about it all the time.

I was also really curious about other guys. Did they do it as much as me? How did they do it? I tried all kinds of methods. Sometimes I used just one hand. Other times I used both hands. I tried not to use my right hand all the time, because I was afraid that the muscles on my right arm would get so large that people would be able to tell what I was doing all the time.

Sometimes I liked rolling my nutsac in one hand while I pumped my dick with my other. Sometimes I rolled my dick between my palms.

Sometimes I liked getting my dick all slick. Sesame oil was great. It gave my cum a nice, nutty flavor. Butter wasn’t bad either.

I found that making a tight fist and using my hips to thrust my dick in and out of my fist worked well, especially if I greased my palm. I couldn’t do that on the bed, though, because it made the bed squeak too much. I had to lie on the floor and fold up a blanket to put under my ass to quiet the thuds it made when I got to banging my ass hard. It was a practice that was best left to do when I was home alone. Once I got going, I couldn’t stop myself. Not only would I bang my ass against the floor hard, I’d also get to yelling at the top of my lungs.

Yelling intensified the sensations so much. At school, I wondered if there might be something wrong with me.

Were the other buys as dick crazy as I was? When they got home in the afternoon, did they run to their bedrooms to jerk a load out of their nuts too?

I wanted to know, but I didn’t have the nerve to ask any of them, even my best friends. When we hung out together, they joked about sex and girls and stuff, but they never seemed to want to whip their dicks out and jack off.

Things got complicated when one of Dad’s business partners, Sloan, came to live with us. I heard talk about a messy divorce. “The bitch took the house,” I heard him tell Dad one night. I was in between jack off sessions, and I didn’t have the time to hang around and hear all the details. I had more important things to do.

The problem with having Sloan live with us was that it meant that I’d have less and less time alone in the house. And with him using the room below my bedroom, I couldn’t go banging my ass against the floor like I wanted. If I wanted to do that, I had to first check and make sure that he wasn’t home. Being a horny boy sure had its complications.

The one good thing about Sloan was that he had no concept of modesty. At work, he dealt a lot with businesses in Europe. That meant he worked crazy hours. He left our house between four and five in the morning, so he could be on the phone with European companies. He usually got home between three and four in the afternoon. The first thing he did was to go to his room, strip naked, and then stroll naked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. I discovered that by accident when we had a half day at school, and I was home early.

I was in the kitchen making a snack, and Sloan didn’t realize I was there. I watched his bare, hairy ass swoosh down the hallway. Ten minutes later, he came out of the shower swinging his nice cock as he strolled back to his room. Hmm, I thought, maybe he’s as passionate about jacking off as I am.

After waiting a minute or two, I crept up to his door. Placing my ear against the door, I listened to see if I could hear any rhythmic sounds, you know, the kind of sounds guys make when they jack off. Sure enough, there was a soft thump, thump, thump, coming from inside his room.

Glad to know there was at least one other guy who liked to beat off as much as I did, I ran up to my bedroom, stripped naked, and stretched out on the floor. I coated my right palm with some oil, made a tight fist, and thrust my hard dick inside.

It wasn’t long before I was ramming my ass against the floor as I fucked my fist with gusto. It was liberating to know that I didn’t have to be careful when it was just Sloan at home with me. I knew he could hear my ass thumping against the floor. It drove me wild thinking that he was probably still jacking off. Yeah, there was another man jacking off with me! And when my cum erupted out of my dick, I imagined that he was shooting a load at that very moment. And I knew he had to shoot massive loads based on the size of those low hangers I saw swinging under his thick cock.

After that day, I didn’t hesitate to get home early. I didn’t imagine in my wildest dreams that I’d actually get to jack off with Sloan. But just knowing that he was jacking off at the same time made my jack off sessions so much fun. That, and the chance of seeing him stroll around naked when he went to take his shower.

Sloan got used to me being around when he got home. “How was school, Nate?” he’d ask.

“OK,” I’d say. “What countries did you call today?”

After a bit of chit chat, he’d go to his room, come out naked and stroll to the bathroom, his hairy ass in full view. He’d even nod to me when he came out after his shower, his cock and balls swinging. Once he went back into his room, that was my cue to run upstairs and beat off on the floor. Just in case he got curious and came upstairs, I left

my bedroom door open so he’d know it was OK to join me. Yesterday was another half day at school. I was home before two. I got so horny waiting for Sloan to get him that I had to jack off. On the off chance that he’d get home soon, I beat off in the kitchen. But I came way before he arrived.

When he did show up, he strolled into the kitchen to grab a beer. “You’re home early,” he said. “Everything OK at school, Nate?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Today was a half day.”

“Oh,” he said. “When I was in school we never had half days. It was more like we were always having day and a half days,” he said, making me laugh. He grabbed his beer, popped the cap off, and looked deep into my eyes. I started to get nervous. There was something very sexual about his stare.

“Follow me, boy,” he said. I was incapable of resisting his command. I obediently followed him to his room. He quietly took a few swigs of beer, set the bottle down, and intently stared at me again. “So what is it you’re doing up there?” he asked, pointing at the ceiling. “You sure make a ruckus. It sounds like you’re pounding away with a hammer.”

My face turned beet red. I was so embarrassed. This was not going like I hoped it would.

When I didn’t answer, he put his thumb on my lips and said, “What’s the matter, boy? Cat got your tongue? Never mind, I was a horny boy like you once. Hell, I’m still horny all the time. It’s one of the reasons my wife left me. She said she couldn’t take all the sex I wanted. You’re pounding your dick in your fist, or something like that, huh, boy?”

I nodded nervously. I started to get my hopes up again that this was the time something really good was going to happen.

“Judging from your lips, I’d say you’re a sweet cum pot, Nate,” he said, pushing his thumb between my lips and into my mouth. “Is that what you are, boy?”

I had no idea what a cum pot was, but I knew it was what I was. Sucking on his thumb, I looked into his eyes and nodded.

“I was a cum pot too,” he told me. “I jacked off so much all the time that Dad would get mad. Does your dad get mad at you for constantly jacking off?”

“I dunno,” I said. “He’s never said anything to me about it.”

“Funny,” Sloan said. “He said I could stay here, but that I’d have to put up with you jacking off non-stop,” he said, gripping my crotch and feeling my boner.

My eyes popped up when I heard that Dad knew what I did all the time. “Sorry,” I said meekly. “I didn’t mean to …” Sloan put his hand on my mouth to shush me.

“You curious about this, Nate?” he asked, leaning against the dresser and rubbing a crotch which was now stretched out by a massively swollen cock. I gulped, and Nate didn’t wait for me to answer. He grabbed my hands and put them on his fly. “Undo my belt, Nate. Unzip me. I know you want to.”

With trembling fingers, I undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Out popped Sloan’s massive cock.

“Do you ever jack your buddies off, Nate?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Do you want to?” he asked. I nodded. “You can jack me off, Nate … that is if you want to.”

Man, did I ever want to. Sloan set his ass on the dresser, and I crawled onto it next to him to feel his hard, hot cock. I nearly came just touching it.

“Do you like that, Nate? Like the way it feels, boy?” he asked. “Oh yeah,” I gasped.
“Go ahead and stroke it, boy. My nuts are loaded, and they shoot like cannons,” Sloan said.

His cock was much thicker than mine. Stroking it was exciting and odd at the same time. I was close enough that I could smell it. Until that moment, every time I had stroked a cock, it had always been mine. As I dug my fingers into his firm flesh, I could almost feel my fingers touching my dick in the exact same place. And when I moved my fingers up his shaft, I got this weird sense that I was stroking my cock too.

“Nice, huh, touching another guy’s cock?” Sloan moaned.
“Man, it’s so hot!” I exclaimed.
“I like it when a guy does me,” Sloan gasped. “Women just don’t know how to handle a cock. It takes a guy to do it right.”

His cock stiffened in my fingers, just like mine did when it got closer and closer to shooting. Streams of precum oozed out of his tip, just like my cock did. I watched his slit flare open. I knew he was going to explode. I kept stroking, and in a few more seconds, a geyser shot out of his cock. “Wow!” I yelled. “You cum a lot!”

He chuckled. “Told you, boy. Now let me see how much you shoot. Show me what you do up there when you make all that racket.” I stripped naked, ran to the kitchen to oil my palm, and ran back to Sloan’s room to show him how I fucked my fist. Before I was done, he joined me naked on the floor. Together we fist-fucked several more loads. It was grand. And then he let me shower with him.

“I’ll be here a few more weeks. Do you mind if we beat off together?” he asked.

“Of course not,” I said. “Isn’t that what cum pots do?”

Sure to be the start of a beautiful friendship <3

-t