Jarrod
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Author: Jarrod
Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story.
[edit] Chapter 1
Young Kyle, his cute, lithe, body bouncing up and down in his buddy's lap, impaled on 7 inches of smooth, rock-hard, boy-dick, was just so all boy. His dark brown, straight hair laid flat, but splayed all over his head, in all directions at once, and down onto his forehead. With each bounce, his hair rose and fell, above the top of his head, with a life of its own, only to repeat the motion over and over.
The boy's skin had the sheen from a light sweat. It shone from the afternoon sunlight streaming in the upstairs bedroom window. His slightly turned-up nose and sprinkling of freckles, were the perfect accents to that cute-as-a-bug face. His mouth was hanging open a bit, his tongue moving in and out between his lips, with an occasional lick across them; his eyes glazed over.
His buddy, Jarrod, was a dirty blond, brush-cut kid, with that little Caesar turn-up at the hairline. He had a perfect, straight nose. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, while his head lurched side-to-side on Kyle's bed pillow. He sucked for breaths, in a kind of wild delirium. Jarrod was getting real close, and wasn't going to try to prolong his pleasure. He wanted to get off, and get off now!
The pleasure of Jarrod's near frenzy was not lost on Kyle. Although he was off in some other boy dream world, his right hand was a blur, whipping that young, 5 1/2" cut dick of his toward to that ultimate, joyous ecstasy, he achieved, easily, five times a day. Where Jarrod's body was more developed than was Kyle's, both boys shared a wiry, firmness. They also displayed the enviable 6-pack abs that active boys usually have, with Jarrod showing a meatier look.
Both boys were 5' 9", and at the moment, on fire! Well, how did they get to this point, this afternoon? It was school day. Junior high. They've been bored to tears all day in classes; all cooped up in their tighty whities; rubbing their crotches incessantly; working themselves up to hair-trigger intensity, culminating in their charging up the aisle and off that school bus. Then there was the race to Kyle's house. Door--stairs--bedroom, and at last, Kyle's dive onto his bed, immediately followed by Jarrod's leapfrog astride his buddy.
They both hit the bed, successively, with such force, that it slammed the few inches to the baseboard with the sound of a double thunderclap. Both Jarrod's hands squirmed under Kyle's waist and pulled open the jeans button, groped for the fly, pulled the zip tag down, and with one motion, pulled the boy's pants and briefs all the way down his legs. He yanked off the sneaks, socks and pants in a flash, with the kid's clothes flying everywhere.
In 15 seconds, Kyle was butt naked, with only a T-shirt adorning the squealing teen. Pulling himself up to stand on his knees, Jarrod stripped off his shirt, yanked open his pants, rolled over on his back, next to his prone buddy, practically breathless, threw his feet in the air, and pulled off his own sneaks and pants. He looked over to his right with a mischievous leer on his face, then he half-lurched, half-rolled over onto his pal since kindergarten.
"Unghh" grunted Kyle, under Jarrod's weight. Snuggling his hands up under Kyle's shirt, Jarrod pushed it up and over his head, off his arms, and swirled it off into the air, off the wall. Pinned under Jarrod, Kyle squirmed, lustfully mashing his young cock into the bedspread, oozing an incessant stream of pre-cum. Not forgetting his ride-on pal, his wriggling wormed Jarrod's dick delightfully into the crack of his bubble-butt, bringing Jarrod oh, so close!
In a flash, and with great self-control, Jarrod sprang up and slid his face down and in between Kyle's thighs, elbowing them wide apart, nuzzling his tongue right up his bud's crack. He worked that tongue up, then down, and back again, over and over, and spreading those cheeks wider and wider. Finally, Kyle's young pucker was staring back at him.
He teased the hairless, little jewel till it was convulsing all on its own. Jarrod pulled back to enjoy that site he dreamed about, and loved so much. Kyle, who had been moaning into his pillow, was now whimpering from this pleasure overload, as his buddy's tongue sank into his boy pussy. Jarrod wormed around inside that love chute, actually tonguing Kyle's insides.
"Ohhhh, no" whined Kyle, "I can't take it any more. Ohhhhh!" To add abuse to ecstasy, Jarrod mouthed his index finger, and then slid it into his bud's hole, alongside his tongue. As he got it in all the way, his tongue now out of the boy, he wiggled it around and around, only intermittently rubbing into that hot spot on each pass, making Kyle bounce each time he mashed it. "Aaaaghh" groaned Kyle, all but out of his mind by now. Jarrod quickly lurched back and up on his haunches, pulled Kyle's legs, one over the other, and the spun the kid over on his back.
Before Kyle realized what happened, Jarrod wolfed down the kid's nuts, while squeezing the fingers of one hand down hard around Kyle's hair-trigger cock, which was pressed firmly against his belly. With Kyle's sigh, Jarrod knew he had staved off his impending cum, and now he could direct his full attention to his buddy's balls. He was rolling them around in his mouth, giving them a fabulous tongue wash.
Occasionally, he would stick his tongue up firmly between Kyle's balls, and up as high in the nut sack as he could get. This always elicited a moan from his buddy, and satisfaction to Jarrod that he was pleasuring his best friend so much. Removing his finger, with Kyle feeling that disappointing emptiness, Jarrod, back up on his knees again, scrunched forward. They could almost feel the frenzied lust ebbing; about to be replaced with the pure love they had for each other.
Of course, they didn't know what these feelings were, it was just....... Jarrod gripped his cock and guided it to that boy pussy winking in front of him. Instinctively, Kyle resisted the intruder for those few tense moments, as both boys' faces tightened up under strain, with their teeth bared and clenched. Jarrod was squeezing his boy pole purple as he relentlessly pressed on, begging Kyle, "Push out, bud. Let me in".
Then, "Aaaahhh!", groaned Jarrod as he successfully popped the head in, and started to inch down into that cavern of pleasure. Kyle yelped at entry, but soon was feeling Jarrod's gentle, soothing penetration. Jarrod bottomed with his balls against his bud's ass, then continued forward in one motion till their chests touched and his tongue burrowed into Kyle's mouth.
"Ooh, Jar, fuck meee!" Kyle pleaded, with tears running down his cheeks and sheer passion in his eyes. He unconsciously humped up against Jarrod trying to jump-start his buddy into action. Jarrod licked Kyle's face, and the tears, saying "Shhhh" as he started the rocking motion that would eventually bring them to the moment they 'd been dreaming about all day.
Once Jarrod got into a smooth rhythm, he slowed down and long-dicked his buddy, maximizing his pleasure. He'd come out just past the rim of his cock head, before surging back in, maximizing that electrifying tingle in his cock that resonated down to, and curling his toes. At the same time, it amplified the pleasure-pain he supplied to his pal. Kyle's expression was one of intensity, as he stared up at the smiling Jarrod.
Jarrod was up on his knees now in full rut. One thing about these two: no matter how excited they got, somehow their minds alerted them to make sure they were sharing the pleasure. Again, smiling down at Kyle, Jarrod pursed his lips into an imaginary kiss, and said, "I'm ready to blow bud. Are you there yet?"
"Yuh, y-y-yuh, ungh, yeah. Oh. Now!' Kyle answered, as he grabbed his wick and sprayed that boy cum all over the place. "Aiiieee! I love this so much". As he shot off, Kyle's butt pulsed and squeezed Jarrod's meat, pushing his buddy over the edge. In the next moment, Jarrod's load squirted up his buddy's canal in about seven spurts. While Kyle was in near meltdown, Jarrod was just feeling his oats.
He arched back, drew in a big breath, reached his arms down under Kyle's upper back and pulled him right up into his lap, his boy-rod still firmly rooted in his buddy's ass. As he shoved his tongue into Kyle's mouth, he whirled around on his ass so that now he was facing the bottom of the bed, and Kyle, still in his lap, was facing the headboard. Jarrod sucked the air of Kyle's mouth with a big, "Smack!"
Then, with that boyishly, fiendish smile, he eased himself down onto his back, and with one humping thrust, served notice on Kyle that Round Two was underway. "Ungh, ungh ungh!" Jarrod grunted, as he started humping his partner in earnest. Little by little, Kyle regained his strength, and began bobbing along with Jarrod, pushing up with his feet against the mattress and his hands on Jarrod's chest. Kyle, finally in full control of the action, was bouncing up and down on his buddy's pole with ever, increasing speed and intensity, his fist a blur, whacking his pud.
Hey! This is where we joined the story, remember? Jarrod wanted to get off, and get off now! Kyle was pulling his pud with furious abandon. Jarrod slammed up into his pal, zeroing in on Kyle's hot spot, and both boys, erupted with deep, throaty growls, "Aarrrghhhhhh!" As they shot off simultaneously.
One thing about young guys, they can cum almost as big a load the second time as the first. Boy did they cum! Kyle's butt was in overflow from the load Jarrod was shooting up inside him, again. Kyle sprayed his chest, Jarrod's face, neck, chest, and belly, squeezing the last drops of his load into Jarrod's belly button. Kyle eased down on to his side, pulling Jarrod over to lie face-to-face with him.
Jarrod's cock had eased out of Kyle, as the kid rolled off him. The boys pecked each other's lips and face, then just looked at each other in silence. Finally coming out of his trance, Kyle looked at the clock and knew they still had an hour before anyone got home. Jarrod followed his eyes, and looked questioningly at Kyle. Kyle just shook his head, meaning, "Nothing". Jarrod broke the silence,
"Should we nap, shower, or what?" Kyle broke out in a shit eatin' grin, and he dove for Jarrod's cum-slicked, oozing cock, and said, "Or what". He sucked in the boy's dick, swirling his tongue around, getting every last remnant of cum. Then he worked up his belly and chest, first slurping his boy-goop out of Jarrod's belly button. He even cleaned the cum leakage off the bedspread.
How proud his Mom would be if she knew how neat her boy was. Not to be outdone, Jarrod squirreled around behind the little spread-licker, and started licking the ooze starting to stream from Kyle's pucker. That job nicely done, he pulled Kyle around to the butt-cum-drool on the spread behind him, and set his little vacuum-boy-mouth into motion. Kyle watched from the bed as Jarrod got up and dressed; playing absently with his dick.
Jarrod didn't bother with his briefs or socks, stuffing them his pockets, zipped up and went for the bedroom door, as Kyle jumped up. They bounded down the stairs together to the front door. Jarrod gripped his buddy by the back of the neck, and pressed his lips and tongue into Kyle's mouth. The boys dueled tongues for a moment, and Jarrod took Kyle's cock in his hand, bent down, kissed it and tongued his little slit. Kyle moaned, and said " If you don't stop, its goanna be Round Three!"
Jarrod was up and out the door, saying "Can't wait till tomorrow". Kyle, still naked, whipped his 5 1/2 inches at him, and said "You know it".
[edit] Chapter 2 JARROD: Retrospective
These two kids are so much alike it's scary. As Kyle's door closed behind him, Jarrod bounded down the driveway, to the street, on Cloud 69. He had about a 10-minute walk home, and his mind started to drift back to that afternoon when it all started. "Geez, an eternity," he thought. "It's been TWO years". He just absently, looked up into the sky, closed his eyes, puffed out his cheeks and blew out a big breath.
He just shook his head, like he didn't believe something he was just told. His aimless ambling was taking him home, in a trance, as his hands unconsciously eased into his jeans pockets to see what they might find. Meanwhile, Kyle, at the window, and still enjoying that freedom a boy feels when he's naked, was massaging his peter as Jarrod's image became smaller and smaller, away from him. He finally turned to go back upstairs to relive today's 'games'.
As he started up the stairs, just like Jarrod, his mind wandered back to that same afternoon. He got goose bumps, shivered and shook himself all over. A seemingly innocent find had brought him, and Jarrod, to the brink of the never-ending ecstasy, that they have mutually enjoyed, practically non-stop, since that afternoon. Wildly alert again, he took the last few steps, two at a time, hustling down to his room, and closing the door, he leaned back against it. He shivered from its coolness against his bare back.
He inhaled the lingering smells of boy, and sweat, and sex, in the room. He padded over to the side of the bed, and leaning down, ran his hands over the spread, barely touching it, as if to miraculously be able draw out the images of excitements gone by there. "Aahhh," he sighed, as he lowered his face to the bed, lying down. He pressed his nose down, sliding it right up the spread, inhaling all the boy-smells there; his, Jarrod's, and their sex.
Rolling over on his back, rubbing himself, he closed his eyes. Just like it was yesterday, the TV in his mind switched on. There, on the screen was Jarrod, himself, and Kip, and a lot of innocent, 13-year-old giggling, pushing, slapping and shoving around. You know. Kip now had Jarrod in a sort of headlock. Jarrod was about 3" taller than Kip, and just like with Kyle, Jarrod always was just that little bit stronger and he just took the both of them to the floor, knocking the wind out Kip, more from surprise than force.
Well, Kyle was not in the mood, bored, and told the boys he was packing it in and going home. "See ya tomorrow, guys." The boys looked out from under each other's arms and legs. Jarrod wrenched himself loose from Kip, jumped up, and was in Kyle's footsteps in a flash, yelling "Later, Kipper". The boys headed out the back way of Kip's house like usual. This took them through the garage to the street. As the two boy clowns bumped, and back-kicked each other's butt's, the noise of their squealing kid voices echoed in the garage. They were passing a pile of papers and magazines, and Kyle thought he saw a sports magazine sticking out near the bottom of the pile. He pushed Jarrod away from him and bent down to see what treasure he had spied. With a jerk, he pulled the magazine out, and the cover looked sort of like a body builder deal.
It showed a youngish guy, posed, in a Speedo-kind of thing. The right corner of the cover was torn, so the title was partly gone. What was left of the title said, 'Manp..'. Standing up, with Jarrod over his shoulder, he opened it up. Nothing surprising in the first couple of interview-type, photo-shoot pages. They were standing in the middle of the garage when Jarrod reached out, and turned up the next page, looking under as best he could while Kyle was still on the up-turned one. "Ho-leee!" Jarrod almost whispered.
Kyle whipped the page over and they both gawked at this young guy, sitting on a stool, legs spread, and with his fingers wrapped around the biggest redwood the boys had ever seen. They had not had the chance to see men hard before, either of them. But geez, nothing was left to the imagination here. That fuckin' thing took up the whole page, or so it seemed to the two wide-eyed boys. Kyle stared alarmed into Jarrod's eyes, silently asking, "Holy shit! What is this? What do we do with it? Should we take it?" All in one expression.
Jarrod, never shy about taking a risk, grabbed the magazine, pulled up his shirt, and stuffed it down the front of his pants, as he grabbed the shoulder of Kyle's T-shirt and pulled, as they took off out of the garage on the dead run. As they got to the street, questions on their faces were, "Where?" Together, their eyes as wide as saucers, they said, "The woods!" Whew! If you think Superman has the corner on FAST, you got another think coming.
These two pint-sized dynamos, were vapor trails to the woods behind Kyle's house. They ran, jumped, stumbled and bumbled the four blocks to Kyle's house, yard, and then down into the woods. They played war and other hide-and-seek boy stuff in there for years, but usually, right near the edge, where the brush wasn't so built up. Boy, they both knew they wanted to be hidden for this deal. They charged right through the area they always played in, and ran another 20-30 yards deep, and half lunged, half sprawled to the ground in front of a big, old tree, the trunk of which seemed just a little smaller than that guy's cock, in the picture.
Jarrod whipped the magazine out from under his shirt, and Kyle grabbed it and spread it out, starting with the page that started this wild hysteria. Both prone, propped up on their elbows, magazine between them, they were staring at the page. Kyle said, "Say when." In a few seconds, Jarrod said, "when," and Kyle turned the page. "Jeee-susss!" Jarrod wheezed, holding his breathe; heart pounding. Both their mouths went dry; faces clammy. Before them was a double-page spread of sequence photos. They showed that same guy, in a stroke-by-stroke, beat off.
It included, distant shots, moving closer, fading back, and showing the guy's expressions. The facial looks ran the gamut, from blank stare, to clenched-teeth strain, to pleasure, including the gazing smile. The kids were nuts! They were so excited. They were cold....and sweaty. They felt like they couldn't breathe. Jarrod tried to speak, and just gawked in a sort of gag. He swallowed, and tried again, "when," he hoarse-whispered. Kyle's trembling hand turned the page. They were both shaking out of their skins. "Oh my God!" They screamed together.
There were two sequence photos. The left-hand page showed the guy with his hand up just under the crown of his cut dick, and his index finger right up against that special spot on the bottom side. Looking at him, his face was in a mild strain, dick pointing up in front of his belly button, and God, there was even some ooze glistening at the tip. His knees were pulled up, so you could see his whole body in a near-open fetal position. The bottoms of his perfect feet were in the shot, showing the puffy balls at the end of his toes. His toes splayed out on his left foot.
The right foot, off to the side of the pictures, had all his toes curled under, with the big toe rigidly straight up. The guy's balls were real close, pulled up tight to the base of his dick. You could see his pucker with just a wisp of hairs around it. But the right-hand page is what blew the kids' socks off. The scene was almost identical; a bit closer, but with a shooting cum-shot half the height of the whole picture. The guy's body was in practically the identical position as the left-hand page showed. It was clear these shots were taken practically heartbeats apart.
The boys had been rigid through their entire assimilation of the scenes before their eyes. As they started to come down from the high of the anxiety they had been living through here, their toes unclenched, and flexed in their sneaks. They started to breathe a little more relaxed, and it seemed they just sighed, and cleared their throats at the same time. Both kids found themselves mashing their jeans crotches, with their dicks buried inside them, against the ground. They were wiggling around a bit, too. Without looking up, Kyle stared hard in front of him, not seeing anything, and blushed a bright red.
Jarrod, more the extrovert, had just gotten through the same embarrassment Kyle was going through. Maybe they both thought they pissed their pants. Maybe they WANTED to think they pissed their pants. Jarrod just knew. Kyle didn't know what he thought. Scared, but he didn't know, of what. DAMN! They had cum! Jarrod, that blunt little bastard, looked right into his crimson-faced bud's eyes. "You cummed, didn't you!" scaring the boy into the present.
"Uh, I, umm, I dunno!" Kyle mumbled. Jarrod pushed him over onto his back. He yanked open his button, unzipped him, pulled the fly open, and stared at the kid's shorts. He knew they'd be wet, but what surprised him was that there was obvious ooze coming right through the cloth. Kyle's dick was lying to the left, in the goo. Jarrod, that fiend, dipped his finger into it, and smelled it. They had never even touched each other before, and look what was happening here.
He did it again, only he really mashed around getting as much as he could on and around his finger, and put it up under Kyle's nose. Kyle turned away for a second, and then, revealing that turn-on he didn't know about, turned back for another sniff; a real sniff this time. You just knew it. Jarrod held the finger to his bud's nose, and on the count of three, shoved it in his mouth. God, I knew that little punk would do that.
Now you have to think about what's been going on here. They've never touched each other before. They're only on pages 4 and 5, of that magazine, and they have already been to that other world. They didn't even know what they were feeling. They knew about cumming.......sort of, mostly from boy talk with other kids; particularly the kids with older brothers. Kyle was sucking his buddy's finger; gazing stupidly up into his face. Jarrod knew something was happening here. He knew it was good, and bad.
He liked it....knew Kyle did, too....whatever it was. He slipped in another finger. He was thinking, "What the hell am I doing? What's Kyle doing?" A third finger....a fourth. Kyle's gaze up at him was mesmerizing to Jarrod. Kyle was trance-like. a swoon. Slowly, Jarrod moved his fingers over his pal's tongue, and down the back of his mouth. Kyle subconsciously licked them; Jarrod just kept them still. He looked down, past Kyle's head, where the magazine was lying, both pages still laid out, with that guy still getting off, in all his glory. He leaned over to turn some pages.
Kyle was unmoved, still working on Jarrod's fingers, even sticking his tongue between them. This was really something, and they didn't even grasp it. That kid, with his best friend's fingers deep in his mouth....the fingers now, sort of easing in and out, just about an inch in, an inch out, and rubbing Kyle's now furiously licking tongue....was drooling! Oh my! This was definitely bigger than both of them. All of a sudden, Jarrod jerked full up on his knees, yanking his hand out of Kyle's mouth.
He scared Kyle. Jarrod moved so fast, Kyle thought somebody had sneaked up on them. Kyle raised his head up quick, whipped his head, side-to-side, like the spectators at a tennis match. Seeing nothing and no one, he looked back up at Jarrod with a questioning look on his face. "Ohhhh! Holy....I've never seen anything like that!" Jarrod was holding the magazine in front of his face, opened to another 2-page spread of mutual jacking, 69 scenes, and rimming.
Visibly shaken from excitement, Kyle sat up, and yanked over the next page, which slipped through Jarrod's grip. "Aaaaaaah!, he screamed. "Look at THIS!" Jarrod snapped the magazine around. There, before his disbelieving eyes, was a set of serial shots, of two guys, one the cover guy, as the bottom, fucking doggy style, on the left page. Geeeeeez. But the right-hand page had them practically, in a ball, missionary, with the bottom guy's butt high in the air.
He was all the way up on his shoulders, with the top guy up on the balls of his feet; legs stretched straight back....and he was pounding down into the bottom guy. The bottom's face, tense; the top's, a smile. The picture was taken with the top's dick a good ways out of the bottom's hole. You could even see the bottom's butt-hole skin wrapping around the top's dick as it pulled out. Kyle reached up and tugged at the bottom of the magazine, which Jarrod let go. Kyle motioned for his buddy to sit down.
Jarrod kneeled down, resting back on his heels, between Kyle's extended legs. Jarrod's hands gripped Kyle's legs just below the knees. Kyle's pants were still wide open; his shorts still soggy, and his crotch feeling damp and cold. Kyle was holding the magazine open, with his eyes moving from the pictures, to Jarrod, and back, over and over......and over. Jarrod, his eyes burning into Kyle's, reached out and put his left hand in his buddy's cummed-up crotch, and rubbed back and forth.
He rubbed the front of his own jeans with his right hand, and said, "I cummed myself up, too". Kyle just held his eyes, with a pleading query there, begging to himself, "Jarrod, please, can we do thi....". Jarrod interrupted Kyle's silent plea, and with just the slightest uncertainty, asked, "Wanna?". Kyle was so excited he froze. Then he screamed and jumped forward, knocking his buddy to the ground, landing full length on top of him. He grabbed the sides of Jarrod's head. Their faces, an inch apart.
Kyle eased down and put his lips on Jarrod's. Just a little, and after several seconds, their lips opened, tongues accidentally touching. Kyle pulled back in surprise. Jarrod scrunched up his face, in that "What'sa matter?" Look. Kyle eased back down again. Tongues touched, rubbed, and finished their first-ever kiss with a little, almost soundless smack. They were rubbing their bodies against each other, but still while exciting, there was more confusion than sensibility or sexuality. Jarrod asked, "When". "It's too late today," Kyle said. "I gotta get home in a hurry. Tomorrow. Right after school."
"Where," Jarrod asked. "Your house" said Kyle. "The cellar". Jarrod said, "Good. I'll be there"......and they both bust out laughing at Jarrod's stupid humor. Holding on to each other, they stood up, and without a thought, leaned in to each other, and kissed lightly, again. "Uhh, what do we do with this?" Jarrod held up the magazine. Kyle thought, then said, "There's nobody home at your house yet. You can get it into a good hiding place, without having to worry who's gonna bust ya. A good hiding place, ya hear?"
"I hear. I hear. OK," answered Jarrod. They had started to walk through the woods now, and not far from their little 'play war' zone, Kyle grabbed Jarrod's arm, and pulled him in front of him. "Umm, Jar, would you do me a favor?" Jarrod nodded, and asked "what?" "Back there," he looked back over his shoulder, "You, uh, you know, um, touched me?" Jarrod got nervous. "Oh, God...he thinks I'm weird. Why'd I do that? I should never have touched him.
But wait a minute. He kissed me. First even." For those scoring at home, we had three 'firsts' for our kids that day: the 'touch', and the kiss, and the cum-licking. Anyway, Kyle said, "Can I....touch you?" Jarrod was so glad, his friend wasn't going to call him out for weirding him up, he whipped open his pants, grabbed his buddy's hand, and stuffed it up against the damp, sticky spot on his shorts. Then he leaned over, gave his bud a peck on the cheek. "There Kyle, now we're cum brothers!" Kyle put his hand up to his nose, as Jarrod zipped up, and stuffed the magazine inside his waistband.
When Jarrod saw what his buddy was doing, he took Kyle's hand, putting all four fingers in his mouth, and pushed them to the back, sucking just like his buddy had. "Geez, that makes me feel good," Jarrod thought. HOT is the word, but the kid didn't know that yet. They turned and walked out of the woods into Kyle's yard. Arms draped over each other's shoulders, they broke apart as Jarrod left for home, and Kyle went toward the back door.
Kyle warned him to hide the 'manual' real good. Jarrod stopped, and said, "You can trust me". They stared at each other a second and those wacky kids ran at each other one more time. In a ladder-grip to each other's shoulders, both breathless, foreheads together, and shaking anew, Jarrod said, "Oh, Kyle, I can't wait, can you?"
"Me neither," said Kyle, 'I'm already crazy". Kyle pushed him away, and Jarrod turned and ran home, as fast as he could, all the way. Breathless, he fell against the door to his empty house, ran and stumbled up the stairs, and into his room. Tired, and sweaty, he fell on the bed. Tears were running down his cheeks, as he buried his head in the pillow which muffled his cry of, "Oh Kyle, I can't wait ....I don't want to wait....till tomorrow!" There was another damp pillow, four blocks away, emitting the muffled wails of another boy....
[edit] Chapter 3 JARROD: The Exploration
Jarred and Kyle, separate houses, bedrooms, and beds....dragged themselves up next morning, to those blaring alarm clocks, and bellowing moms. Neither slept the whole night. With mouths that felt like the whole 7th grade had intramurals in them. Dicks like steel rods, and wet spots on their shorts, they made it into their bathrooms for a piss and a shower. Somehow they made it to the bus stop. Kyle was already there. Jarrod came up to him, and as he entered Kyle's space, they started going into a shuffle-around with their feet, looking down, and away, and anything but at each other. "Come onnn!" Kyle grabbed Jarrod at the shirt-neck, and made him face him.
"It'll be great. Won't it? Won't it? Say it!" he said impatiently. Jarrod looked at him; shoulders shrugged up, and hand deep in his pockets, with his arms straight and stiff. He gave Kyle a sort half-nod, half shake of his head, "I guess," he said. "Jar," he pulled Jarrod away from the others, whispering, "we want this don't we?" Jarrod just stared in his face. Tears welled in Kyle's eyes.
Jarrod said, "I want to....and.....to....be with you. But, I think I'm scared. What is it?" Kyle wiped his eyes clear and rubbed his face into the shoulder of his T-shirt. He smiled, and jabbed Jarrod in the shoulder, and said, "We're going to start finding that out this afternoon. And we're not going to stop till we know what it is! Aright," they yelled at each other, pounding their backs, and shoving each other toward the other kids on line to get on the bus, as it had just pulled up.
Everything was right! They bounced down into their seats, pushing at each other, then calmed down. Their minds' eyes were in fast-forward to this afternoon. Jarrod's cellar room. The "manual". Lights! Camera! Action! Shit, their hearts were pounding, their eyes were closed, and they were rubbing themselves. The bus jostled them, and their eyes opened. Looking down, they saw that they were rubbing off, and they bust out laughing. Jarrod leaned over and loudly whispered into Kyle's ear, "This IS going to be grr-eaaate!"
After the important setting of the stage, that morning, and in spite of their anxiety, the day flew by. They just floated through the day. Jarrod said, "You go on downstairs". He switched on the cellar stairs light, and as Kyle went down, Jarrod went to get the 'manual'. Thundering down the stairs, Jarrod brought them 2 cokes, and the precious magazine.
They were trembling, but not so much scared as they were yesterday...it was more anxiety. Jarrod toed off his sneakers. Pulled his shirt off and opened his pants. With his fingers at his fly, he said, "Well. Come onnn! It'll be great! Remember? This morning?".
He bent down and gripped Kyle's shirt, pulling it over his head. He opened Kyle's pants, and Kyle, just slightly gruff, said, "I'd do that". Jarrod stood, and pushed his pants down to the floor, toeing and kicking them off; then the socks. Kyle had really picked up the pace and had everything off but his socks. Jarrod got down on his knees, and gripping both socks behind Kyle's legs, he yanked them off, and shoved them right in Kyle's face.
Kyle threw them at Jarrod, and jumped up, and on Jarrod, with his arms around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, like the game they played in the pool with pairs of 'mounted' kids trying to knock the other teams' riders off. Jarrod whirled around, and landed on one of the couches in the very nicely done-up basement den. There was TV, lamps a few tables, and a couple of wrestling mats, in the corner, with Jarrod's weight set.
When Jarrod landed, the boys were in a sort of sitting position; Jarrod normal, with Kyle sitting up against the top of the couch back, between it, and Jarrod's upper back. "Ungh! Shit! Me an' my dick are getting squashed back here, you asshole!" Jarrod laughed and pressed back, and up and down, mashing the boy into his back. Quiet. Jarrod pulled forward, so he could look at Kyle, behind him. He laughed at him.
That dumb kid had the same swoony look on his face he had, yesterday, in the woods with Jarrod's fingers down his mouth. Jarrod got up, and Kyle shushed down the back of the couch to the seat pillow. He leaned in, and tousled his buddy's hair, and pulled his head up by his chin to face him. Kyle was absently rubbing his dick. He was hard. Jarrod picked up Kyle's legs, and while bending them at the knees, he turned Kyle so that he was facing sideways on the couch in a squat-like pose, feet crossed at the ankles. Jarrod assumed the same position facing him.
The big news here is that these kids had seen each other undressed while changing at home, locker rooms at school, and the 'Y', and the pool. But, they never really saw each other....naked. Jarrod reached to Kyle, taking his hands from his dick, and licked them. Then he put his own hand on Kyle's peter. Rubbing, and squeezing gently, Kyle started to rock ever so slightly. Kyle reached for Jarrod. Jarrod started to smooth his hands over Kyle's naked skin.
Face, back of the neck, squeezed, shoulders, chest. Easing Kyle's arms up, he nuzzled his right armpit, licked and kissed it. Licked both nipples, then down to his belly. His hands were now cupped around his balls, and his fingers were reaching up under them, into Kyle's private place. He was curling his fingers very gently, toward his palm, fingers tips coursing behind Kyle's balls, then stretching them back out toward his butt, back and forth, and back and forth. Kyle was panting, and bouncing and trying to say something, when without even pumping his dick, he shot off. "Ohhhh!" He cooed, and jerked up and down, grabbing his cock, and yanking for all his boy body was worth.
Jarrod scooped up all the cum he could find, and he licked some himself, right out of his hand. Then he held his hand out to Kyle, who licked it, too, dreamily. Jarrod nudged him with his open hand, and Kyle leaned in, grabbed his hand and licked every last remnant of cum off his hand. Kyle leaned back for a breather, against the couch arm.
When he finally cleared his head, he looked up at Jarrod, and said, "How'd you know to do all that finger and lickin' stuff?" He burst out laughing, and whipping the 'manual' up in front of them, he said, "I read ahead". Kyle, frowned and glared at him, then broke out in a big smile, lurched up and hugged his buddy. Jarrod kissed his neck. Recording that in memory, Kyle did the same. Kyle asked, "So what's next, teach?".
Jarrod just worked himself up straight, like a rooster does, feeling all full of himself. Still in the squat position they started in, Jarrod said, "everything I just did to you, you do to me". "O-KAY!" Kyle cheered. The 'Study in Sex". Was on! Kyle lurched forward, and hands to Jarrod's shoulders, knocked him back against the couch arm, and zeroed in on the kid's dick.
He grabbed it in his right hand, turned it a bit sideways, and sucked the cock head just inside his mouth. His lips clamped down hard, and made like a vacuum in his mouth, and sucked hard, till Jarrod howled, "Owwwwww!". Kyle released it with a big smack and a pop! "Yeeeeee!" Was all Jarrod could say. Kyle's face had that toothy, open-mouthed, boy smile of his spread wide over his face, as he rocked back and forth, looking down at his popped and sucked buddy.
Jarrod, shocked, realizing that of the two of them, Kyle was the first to suck a cock. Slowly getting his wind back, he rubbed the heel and palm of one hand into his groin, pressing and massaging, while with the other, he soothed his poor, 'popped' cock head. "Wh..Where the fuck did you learn that! God! That was fuckin' awesome!", Jarrod screamed, with the pitch of his voice going up with each word he yelled.
Kyle, roistering up just like Jarrod had done earlier, smirked down at him and said, "I've........been thinking ahead". They both snickered, and Jarrod said, "Well, I 'looked' ahead, and what you just did skipped 3 chapters, buddy....and boy, am I glad you did! We can really get down to cases in a hurry". Jarrod reached out to Kyle's hands, and pulled himself up to sitting position again. "What did it taste like?", Jarrod asked. "Don't know, I was really dizzy", he answered. Jarrod said, "Duh! Nuthin' new there! You've been dizzy since kindergarten."
He got serious now, looked deep in his bud's eyes, and asked, "Did you like when I felt all over your body? Kyle got gooey looking, and said, "God, Jarrod, I was so crazy ....scared ....excited, and I don't know". "I'm glad", Jarrod said, "I wanted to love it so bad. I was scared I was lovin' it too much. Kyle, we just played with....and licked....and sucked a boy's body!"
Jarrod was welling up, and Kyle responded by holding two hands to his face saying, "...and we both loved it....wanted it....and don't want it to stop. Do we? Well, do we?" "Oh, God, nooooo!", Jarrod answered, and they held on to each other long moments. Jarrod sniffled and wiped his eyes with his hands. Squaring himself up, "Trust me?" He asked Kyle. "Of, course I do, Jar".
"Serious stuff, now, this is all for us, being us, and finding out all about us. Yes?" Jarrod asked. "Yes," Kyle sighed. "Do what I do, and no talking," instructed Jarrod. Jarrod's hands smoothed the sides of Kyle's head, down his cheeks, stopped, thumbs brushed over his bud's lips, and just barely eased through and touched the tip of his tongue. Kyle was matching every move on Jarrod. Jarrod's hands moved down to the neck, fingers pressing the back of his neck once, then again. Over his shoulders, the hands roamed, then down front and into the armpits. He squeezed Kyle's hands inside his own armpits.
Kyle matched, and they both chuckled. Hands continued down their sides, then back up, palming the nipples, going 'round and 'round. Now, up to the collarbone, to the neck and a gentle finger and thumb press from under the chin to the side of the neck. Smoothly gliding down their stomachs, barely touching, sending quivers through them. The buddies fingered their belly buttons, working a finger around. Then down the lower stomach, groin, and finally, both hands holding, then rolling their boy dicks between their palms.
They were hard, leaking and overall, intense. The intensity was probably the only thing that kept them from shooting off at that first touch. Now they cupped their balls, working all four fingers under, and behind their balls, working them back and forth, with their balls resting in their palms, dicks rock hard against their bellies. A little more electricity charged them as they moved their middle fingers to their boy holes, just rubbing their hairless little puckers. Hands on the move again, out over their thighs, back and forth, then into the knee crease for a rub, down the calves, onto the top of their crossed feet, and stopped.
Then they moved their fingers in between their toes, and clenched fingers and toes together. Then they released, roamed under the bottoms of their feet and squeezed, held tight, released and came back up their shins, into their groins again. Holding each other's dick, Jarrod said, "okay, now we have to do each other one at a time. Roll over on your belly. Jarrod laid flat on top of Kyle, and nuzzled the back of his head and hair. Then easing up, he flexed his fingers and palms and generally massaged Kyle, shoulders to back, butt and legs.
Laying back down, his face was even with Kyle's shoulder blades. He licked side to side in long dragging strokes, the last of which on each side ended with his tongue digging in and licking the kid's armpits. He pushed Kyle's arms out so he could get his whole face in there. Boy, Jarrod was drooling all over Kyle's pits and back, and Kyle was just oohing, ahhing, and trembling in response to the phenomenal sensations.
Now Jarrod, back up on his knees, moved backward, all the way down to Kyle's feet. Then face down he went into the spot behind Kyle's knees and licked for all he was worth. Kyle felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Finally done there, Jarrod turned to face Kyle's feet. Starting by chewing the boy's heels, he worked his tongue, teeth and lips right up the soles, inch by inch, licking, and sucking and chewing all the way to the toe tips. As sat back up on his heels, Jarrod pulled his bud's feet back up with him and tongued those toes, getting all the toes of one foot in his mouth, one foot at a time, licking, and sucking and chewing. Getting that tongue in between the toes, and vacuuming so tightly, that when he opened his mouth, the drool just poured down Kyle's leg to puddle on the couch.
Jarrod lowered Kyle's legs gently, and sat back, hot as a firecracker, and out of breath. He got up off the couch, and Kyle was laying there, face down in the couch seat, both his arms extended down under him, and between his legs, humping the couch seat, heaving up and down. Jarrod pushed him over against the back of the couch and on his side. The poor kid was near hyperventilation from excess pleasure. The couch seats were soaked with boy spit and prick ooze.
Jarrod bent down and licked his buddy's goo spot off the seat. He took Kyle's dick in his hand and wagged it, while leaning in to peck Kyle on the cheek. The afternoon was moving on as Kyle completed the same route around Jarrod's body, right down to the cum lick, dick wag, and boy kiss. Jarrod pulled his bud on top of him, and said, "You were great, my pal". "So were you," dittoed Kyle. Jarrod said, "Okay, now, time's-a-wasting, and we got a few more things to do.
Trust me?" "Ye-s-s-s-s!, Kyle said impatiently. "Aright, same rules, and no talkin'. Stay on your side, head at middle of the couch, legs bent, feet against couch back," Jarrod instructed, while he moved Kyle's body parts all around. Jarrod now climbed on, completing the side-by-side 69, both boys' heads lying on the other's upper thigh. Jarrod took his buddy's cock in his hand, pulled it, kissed it, looked at it, holding it in one hand, rubbed over the silky smoothness of it with the other.
His mind was racing in thought that he must have been dreaming about this cock forever. He began to jerk off his buddy for the first time. Kyle matched him stroke for stroke. They both panted as they gave each other another new sensation. They licked root to tip. These boys had barely any pubes. Their dicks were pink, and extremely smooth; no hair, no roughness, no veins; just velvet smooth. Lip smacking and low sucking sounds echoed around the cellar room, as their tongues wiggled at the roots of their young hard-on, and moved right to the tips, to lick the ooze at the tip.
They both sucked in a gasp, as their dicks sunk in each other's mouths for the first time ever. They both shot off immediately. Oh God. They had cum in their mouths, throats, and leaking out down their cheeks. They actually yelled and gurgled at the same time, in shock! Jarrod leaned up to look Kyle in the face as he opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed. Kyle hesitated, then nodded, and he swallowed his pal's cream. (Geez, yesterday, yesterday, these two kids had never really beat off separately, let alone together. They had never 'touched' each other; and hardly even thought of kissing each other. Now here they were sucking cock and eating boy jizz!)
That short respite was enough for the sensitivity to ease. Heads back down on each other's thighs, they sucked, and sucked, and sucked so much, and so hard, and so long, their mouths got so tired. They moaned, and 'ooomed' onto each other's dick. They both came again, swallowing this time, as each spurt shot in their mouths. Finally, Jarrod sat them both back up in what he wanted to be their signature squat. As they kissed, arms around their necks, Kyle hung his head on Jarrod's shoulder, and said, "Thanks, Jar. I love you". Jarrod pulled up, and face-to-face, he said, "That's tomorrow!"
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