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.
Chapter 4: JARROD:
But is it love? It's the third day since the kids' sexual exploration began. That includes the day they found that "Manplay' magazine in their buddy Kip's recycling pile. The boys have been on a 48 hour sex odyssey since.
Jarrod led the way down to the basement den of the house again Wednesday afternoon. The glow of their boy-play here yesterday was still fresh in their minds. Their heads were spinning already, with anxiety for today's new chapter. Kyle's body was pressed up against Jarrod, from the right side, and he wrapped his forearm around his pal's neck, pulling them both tighter together, heating the moment, and pulling Jarrod's head and face to his own.
Their feelings for each other were growing deeper every day. They worried about their deepening feelings, while at the same time, they so very enjoyed them, and each other. It might, in fact, be love, but what do boys know of such sophisticated emotions? Jarrod broke their silence, as they stood in the center of the room, with a single, small lamp providing the minimum of light.
"You know", he said, "because I'm the keeper of the magazine, I've been sort of leading the action till now. You said yesterday, that you've been "thinking ahead" yourself." Kyle nodded, agreeing. Jarrod said, "So, I have a plan for today's action, but do you want to start off with a 'think ahead' of your own. "Yeah. I like that. You know I want to do what you want, but you're right; this would give us a bit of a change-up, eh?", Kyle said, delighted.
"Great!", said Jarrod. "What's it gonna be?" Kyle thought for a moment, then asked, "Trust me?", mimicking the way Jarrod started each round of their earlier play. "Sure", said Jarrod. "O---KAY", yelled Kyle. Standing, facing each other, still in the dimly lit center of the cellar room,
"No talking", instructed Kyle. Then, like in slow motion, Kyle proceeded to strip his best friend: T-shirt, up, over his head. Jeans button, fly-tag, zip, briefs and jeans together, yanked to his ankles. Down on his knees now, Kyle pulled Jarrod's sneakers, pants and socks off, pushing everything off to the side. Kyle stood, stared straight into his bud's eyes, placed his hands on Jarrod's shoulders and pressed down, guiding the kid to his knees in front of him.
Kyle went around behind the naked boy, and moved the boy's bare right foot over and across his left foot. He reached in front of Jarrod and pulled his hands behind him into a clasp, with fingers meshed between fingers. Returning to face Jarrod, he looked down at him, and stuck his tongue all the way out.....Jarrod copied. S-l-o-w-l-y, Kyle inched his jeans fly-tag down. Then, opening the button, he spread the fly flaps, and reached in and pushed his briefs down slowly to a point just below his balls. The boy's dick snapped hard against his belly and T-shirt.
Taking his peter in hand, he eased it down, slowly, pressing it right onto his buddy's tongue. Jarrod, obediently knelt, tongue out, and received Kyle's dick, unflinchingly....though his eyes bugged out of his head, with a combined surprise, confusion and resolve. Looking down into his Jarrod's eyes, Kyle started to move just the head of the dick, first right, then back left, and over and over. Back and forth moved the boy's cock-head, tantalizing that sensitive under part so, that once in awhile, Kyle spased and his knees buckled.
Regaining his balance each time, he would stop the movement momentarily, then resume. Jarrod started a steady drool from the corners of his mouth, to the floor, with some spittle oozing down Kyle's dick to his balls. Kyle was starting to lose control as he approached the point of no return. Jarrod would have been getting impatient by now, if he hadn't almost drifted into a trance.
"Uh, uh, ungh, oooooooo!", moaned Kyle, as spurt after spurt of teen cream shot onto Jarrod's tongue and into the back of his mouth. Kyle leaned over with his left hand on Jarrod's shoulder for balance, while never missing his back and forth motion across his buddy's tongue.
"Aaaah". Kyle was finally cummed out. As he slowly recovered, he looked down into Jarrod's face, smiled, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, pursed his lips, and sucked it back in. Jarrod, closed his mouth over Kyle's cock, sucked in, and swallowed the kid's jam.
He continued to run his tongue over and around Kyle's boy dick, and buckled him when his final tongue whip dug into the sensitive underside, and his lips puckered the tender cock-head. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's legs, holding him up, while Kyle just squealed,
"Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God.......so-o-o-o, good". Jarrod pulled himself up and hugged the stuffing out his pal. With their faces burrowed between each other's necks and shoulders, Jarrod hoarsely whispered, "Geez, if you pull off an encore to this, we might never get to my plan for today."
Kyle, still completely dressed, with his boy meat hanging out of his fly, drooling, scrunched up all his freckles in a big, shit eaten' grin, and said, "Matter of fact......".
Pulling his naked buddy to the couch, he opened his pants the rest of the way, pushed them down, and bare assed, plopped down, threw his legs in the air, and Jarrod pulled them off him, along with his sneaks and socks. Kyle heaved out of his shirt, and whipped it across the room, past Jarrod's ear.
"Assume position", he directed, remembering Jarrod's chosen 'signature' starting point from yesterday. They sat, Indian-squat, facing each other on the couch, ankles crossed. Kyle said, "This is not so much the kind of play we been doin', but something' I'd like to add to everything, when we can. No talking, do what I do".
He uncrossed his ankles and pushed the bottoms of his feet together. Jarrod copied. "Feel the heat there, foot-to-foot?", he said. Jarrod nodded, but quizzically, not sure where this was going. Next, Kyle moved all the way back to the couch arm on his side; Jarrod copied on his end. Now, slowly, Kyle pushed first his right, then his left foot toward the center, to press against Jarrod's left and right feet, respectively.
"Sheesh", Jarrod cooed. "That does feel great, doesn't it?" Kyle started flexing his toes against Jarrod's toes, and Jarrod copied. A couple of their toes worked their way between each other's toes. "What I want us to do, is remember to add this to our playtimes, when we can get the bottoms of our feet together. Jarrod, the feeling I get from pressing against your feet like this, has me tingly all over."
"Me, too", panted Jarrod, pressing hard, pressing feet and flexing toes. Kyle said,
"Okay teach, what's our game for today?" Jarrod got up, reaching out his hand to Kyle, and pulling him up, they started to the stairs and up. Since the first 'game' yesterday, they always began by saying, "No talking". It was no longer necessary. Kyle followed unquestioning, upstairs and into the bathroom. Jarrod ran the shower, got the temps right, and stepped in bringing Kyle along.
Jarrod, held the soap pump up, Kyle held his hands out, as Jarrod pumped a gush of soap for him, then in his own hand. Jarrod began to wash Kyle. Kyle washed Jarrod. Alternately kneeling down, they got each other's legs, crotches, butts, feet and toes. Now Jarrod, back down on his knees, took the soap and squirted a shot at the top and his bud's crack. He worked it in with the pinky side of his hand, and then worked to the boy's pucker.
'Round and round, and round, he worked a finger. Then he stopped, stood, and handed Kyle the pump. He repeated everything on Jarrod, then stopped. Now, Jarrod quickly did the 'round and 'round routine again, with more soap, and as Kyle started to pant, Jarrod's index finger slid into Kyle. He worked in, only a knuckle's worth, then around, then out, more soap, then in, all the way, rubbing all around inside, and driving his buddy right out of his mind; grunting, moaning, tongue out, and spit drooling.
He pulled out, and kept rinsing the finger and reinserting it, to clean his buddy out. After Kyle recovered, with a snug up against Jarrod, he did it all to Jarrod. They dried each other with the same towel, so there'd be only one wet one when the interrogators got home. Then, bringing along another large, dry towel, a jar of Vaseline, and taking Kyle by the hand, Jarrod led him back down to the cellar. Jarrod laid out the towel on a chair, and had Kyle sit. The chair was a big, overstuffed club chair in the corner, by the lamp.
Kneeling, he picked up Kyle's feet, kissed each one, licked from between the big toe and the next, up the foot to the shin. With a big, wide smile, he pursed his lips with an imaginary kiss for Kyle, nuzzled each instep, spread the kid's legs out and up, as he stood. He pushed Kyle's legs all the way back and put Kyle's hands to the toes. He meshed the boy's fingers between the toes, squeezed down with a gentle push, and smiled again. Back down to his knees, he scooted right up against the chair, leaned in, and while pushing behind Kyle's knees, he kissed Kyle's cock, his balls, and then licked and sucked the balls in his mouth.
"Aaarrrrgh", was all that came out of Kyle. Spit-soaking his buddy's nuts, and with the spit oozing down his crotch, Jarrod released the balls, and licked down the spit-trail to Kyle's pucker. The rub-up the boys did in the shower, reduced the shock element, but Kyle still jumped when Jarrod rubbed his boy hole with his raspy member. He eased his tongue-tip in, then out, then in and out, in-out, in-out,
"Ummmmmm", Jarrod moaned through a mouthful of boy pussy, while Kyle puffed a series of little grunts, that sounded like a distant locomotive starting up, "Uh, ungh, uh, ungh!" Little by little, more and more tongue got into his bud's bud. This was a full-fledged tongue-fuck by now. The spit-drool was collecting on the towel under Kyle's butt.
Jarrod almost couldn't stop. He was getting off on feeling Kyle quiver, tremble and moan, while intensely tonguing boy-butt, and absently hunching up against the front base of the chair. Out of breath, chest heaving, he pulled back, with Kyle's groaning sigh announcing his butt was once again empty.
It was like a truck's air brakes releasing. Jarrod, moved back forward , sort of curling down, his head level with Kyle's butt. He peered into the boy's crack, spread it with the fingers of both hands, rubbed down, and up, with his thumb. Back to Kyle's pussy hole, he eased his thumb in and pulled right. He added the other thumb, nail-to-nail, and pulled slightly left. No pain, just a little flexing. He then tongued in a little saliva.
Eased out the thumbs, and worked in, in quick succession, the index and middle fingers of one hand. In and out, around and around, wiggle, press, spread, curl, then back out. Kyle was breathless, and almost silent as his whole being tried to absorb all this pleasure. Jarrod continued to work his buddy's hole like that for the next half-hour. Kyle was pulling on his clasped toes so tight, they should have been blue.
His face was blank, with a stony stare, mouth open and grabbing little breaths very quickly. Jarrod pulled Kyle's butt up higher, so he was now partly back over on his upper back and shoulders. Jarrod was standing and looking down into Kyle's face, absently rubbing his dick with a finger-scoop of Vaseline.
It's not clear that Kyle was seeing anything as Jarrod's finger was back inside, both working the boy and reserving space for a new entrant. Jarrod leaned forward, and laid down between Kyle's legs, caressed his head in the cradle of his hand, and kissed his best friend in all the world with the most passion he could assemble.
Their tongues rolled over and around each other for the first time. Their previous kisses had been limited to pecks and tongue-touches.......this was soulful. Jarrod eased back up to a slightly bent legged posture and removed his finger from Kyle's bottom. Gripping his hard young poker, he guided it to the kid's winking pussy.
Slowly, relentlessly, and powerfully, he eased that boy cock against Kyle's hole, and through, in one steady motion, stopping when he was lodged inside with the muscle gripping just beyond the cock-head ridge. Kyle gave out with slight, but building cry and whine which ebbed when Jarrod stopped pushing. Jarrod ran his palms quickly up and down the backs of Kyle's thighs, then as he began to jack Kyle's dick, he eased forward, slowly, fractions of an inch at a time.
The movement was so slow as to be an almost imperceptible forward progression. Kyle emitted a steady, high pitched hum, while breathing in short gasps, which ended each time, with his tongue sticking out, and back, through his lips. In a near eternity, Jarrod bottomed against his buddy. He leaned back down over Kyle, kissing his sweat-soaked forehead, nose and lips.
Then once more, a deep kiss. As he broke the kiss he looked deep into Kyle's glazed eyes, and whispered, "Oh, buddy, I am so deep inside you. So deep inside......you. Oh, Ky, I love you so much.....so much....so-o-o-o mu-u-u-ch!" He started to rock a tiny bit, still fully buried, and as he speeded the rocking, he started to pull out and push back just a very little bit.
Kyle, starting to openly pant, Jarrod rocked out a bit more, then a bit more, then pulled all the way to the cock ridge, and stopped, assimilating Kyle's condition. The panting slowed, followed by a long exhale. His stare into Jarrod's eyes, was less stony, and more quizzical. Jarrod rode back down the boy-chute again.
There was clearly less pressure showing in Kyle's face. Out and back once more, slow and steady, and stop. This was followed by an almost imperceptible push-back from Kyle's butt. Instinctively, Jarrod picked up on it and smiled down at Kyle as he started forward again. Looking up, with what had to be the purest expression of boy love, Kyle smiled.
Jarrod broke out in a broad smile, in return, mixed probably with some measure of relief that his bud was not hurting, but more importantly, was loving what they were doing. Jarrod picked up the movement, but continued to long-dick. Kyle shifted into more of a swoon-like gaze now, but the smile remained on his lips. Jarrod said, "Kyle, ooh, Ky, I'm fucking you so deep, so hard, and so much. Oh, Ky, I love it so much. I love fucking you so much!"
Jarrod, while pumping more quickly, was very rhythmic, steady and not pounding the kid. Kyle squealed out in response, breathlessly, "Jarrod, your my best friend. Always. Ever". He hesitated, "I always love you."
Jarrod smiled into his face, and Kyle, shrilly said, "Oh, uh....oh....Jar....Jarrod, please.....fuck me. Fuck meeeee!! I love you so much. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Jarrod might have been happier than at any time in his young life; and it sure looked like his buddy was equally happy. They had achieved an ecstasy....and they shared it. Could there be anything better? While still staring deeply into each others eyes, Kyle unclasped his fingers from his toes, bent his knees out to each side, while pressing the bottoms of his feet together.
He held them tightly pressed against each other, and he cooed contentedly, as Jarrod rocked their bodies with his butt-pumping. Buried deep into the base of the chair-back, he looked so cute as he peered up between the diamond-shape his legs made now. Jarrod was firing up now, and started to pound Kyle faster with each stroke. He reached forward and started beating his buddy's meat in the same rhythm.
Kyle gripped his feet tightly, as Jarrod pumped him and whipped him off, now furiously. Their motion was near a blur of speed, as the telltale grunts began deep in their throats. They fired off. Kyle shot straight into the air in one long spurt, that landed with a splat back down on his belly and chest, as his head whipped side-to-side, against the chair-back.
Jarrod, was buried deep in Kyle, as he got off in spurt after fiery spurt. He eased down on Kyle, and licked the boy's cum off him. With the cum on his tongue and lips, he shared it with his bud in a deep kiss. "Oh, Jar, I still feel you in me. You feel so good. So good."
The boys hugged so tightly, as Kyle's legs dropped down to wrap around Jarrod's waist. Cheeks together, faces in their necks, they whispered hoarsely, "I love you. I love you".
Jarrod raised up, and as they looked into each other's face, tears were welled up in their eyes. Oh my, these boys did love each other so much. How good is that? Oh my, they love each other.
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