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JARROD: Retrospective.
Chapter 2:
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....
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