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 between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another.
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".
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