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JARROD: Bedding Down. Part 1.
The boys were immobile, seemingly interminably. Kyle's neck was squeezed down into the seat of the large, down club chair, his head propped up against the chair-back. Jarrod was face-to-face on top of him, and still rooted in his buddy's pussy. They were still coming down from the first time they had made love. Easing up, finally, with a long, low groan, Jarrod slid out of Kyle, and as he stood he reached down and rubbed the boy's crack and pucker.
He got a hand towel from the sink. Wetting it with warm water, he returned to Kyle, and wiped up the ooze from his boy hole. After wiping off his own peter, he wiped Kyle's dick, belly and chest from which Jarrod had licked the boy's cum. Rinsing the towel, he wrung it out and set it out to dry on the sink edge.
Two hands out to his pal, he pulled Kyle out of the chair, and they got dressed in silence. As they climbed the cellar stairs, into the late afternoon daylight of Jarrod's family kitchen, the kids turned to each other and kissed, just the lips, just a final punctuation mark on their third straight day of sexual exploration and awakening.
Jarrod said, "I want to walk you home, today, ok?".
"Yeah", Kyle said, " let's stay together a little more today. Oh, gimme the magazine tonight since..".
"Oh shit!" Jarrod blurted out, and sailed down the stairs again. In a flash, he was back, out of breath, with the mag for Kyle.
"Geez, I left it out on the couch. Boy, there'd have been some explaining tonight. Good thing you asked about it. Why did you want it tonight, anyway?" Kyle said,
"I'd like for us to go to my house tomorrow, after school. I figured it best to hide it there overnight, and, I wanted to finish reading it. You're way ahead of me, and we need to even up".
"Good enough for me, bud", said Jarrod.
Kyle took the mag and stuffed it down his pants-front, under his T-shirt. The boys were out the door, and down the walk, as they proceeded the four blocks to Kyle's. Once there, they just continued to the back of the yard and into the woods, where this whole 3-day odyssey began.
They went all the way back to "their" tree, and slumped down, with their arms around each other's shoulders, leaning against the tree. Kyle spoke first. "Yuh know, Jar, this has been great. I've been flying for 3 days, and I don't want it to ever end. I don't even want you to go tonight."
"Yeah, I know", Jarrod said, "that's why I walked you home. I sorta don't know what to do till tomorrow. I got all worked up in my room, by myself last night. I usually sleep in my shorts, but I got naked last night. Got in bed with the book, and never even opened it. I closed my eyes, you were there. I was rubbing myself, and god, I came. Kyle, it wasn't quite a jerk-off, but it was my first time! At least the first time I ever came doin' myself. Kyle! I did it two more times! Then I finally must have fallen asleep exhausted."
Kyle admitted that he day-dreamed his way to sleep last night thinking of Jarrod. He said that while he had never pulled off to a cum yet, but he woke up this morning with cum in his shorts.
Jarrod, got that big-assed grin on his face, and said, "Yeah, well, you might not ever have jerked yourself off to a cum, but I got you an hour ago, didja forget?"
"Ooh, yeah, you're right", he smiled, "you beat me to my own beat-off!" He whirled around, pulling Jarrod over, down and sat on his chest, raising his fist, faking a punch.
Both laughing loudly, they pulled each other up, and started back to the yard. As they passed the spot where they used play 'war', Kyle reflected, "You know, we're gonna hafta play our new 'game' over there where we used to make our fort."
"God, what a great idea!", Jarrod said, "ok, then, that's yours to work out, since you thought it up". Kyle nodded. He gave his friend a buddy-hug around the shoulders. They both shuddered, and walked into the waning afternoon sunlight. Jarrod poked Kyle in the shoulder, trotted ahead, did a 360, waved and took off for home.
Lazily, Kyle made the stairs to the house and to his room, to reflect and dream about what he and his friend had done today. Flopping down on the bed, he felt the magazine in his pants. He pulled it out, opened it and flipped past the pages he had seen on Monday. He started to bone up all over again, just from the pictures, which were no longer shocking stuff to him, just merely arousing. And that's all this first year teen needed.
As Kyle started the inevitable hunching against his bedspread, Jarrod was sailing home on a cloud with visions of another early, naked bedtime, tonight. Sleep tight boys.
Bedding Down, Part 2.
School had taken a whole new place in their lives in this week of the great awakening.
They loved school. Really enjoyed being with their friends during the day. They were really, truly happy with everything around them. They even had their parents smiling around the house without knowing why. That didn't take much. Since both boys were 'only children', their parents doted on them. So when the kids are bright and cheery, so is the household. The kids lit out from the bus stop,
Thursday afternoon, clowning and buffooning their way to Kyle's, laughing and funnin' each other without a care in the world. What a far cry from the fear and uncertainty, and tears, even, at the bus stop, just Tuesday morning.
Closing the door behind them and throwing the latch, Kyle took Jarrod by the forearm around his neck, pulled him to his face, and kissed his lips. Jarrod pecked back, and without any talk, the boys undressed. Jarrod waited for Kyle by the bed, as his socks hit the floor.
Kyle, moved past Jarrod, and pulled down the covers of his bed. All of a sudden, he was all trembling and nervous, like every other time, before 'games'. His hand shaking, he gestured for Jarrod to get into his bed. Geez, he was shaking so much he almost lost his balance. Jarrod grabbed his shoulder to steady him, then settled down into bed, with a sigh, that seemed to comfort Kyle.
Kyle, calming, but still quivering some, kneeled on the bed then squatting at Jarrod's feet, he brought his face down and licked and examined and played with each toe; then every inch of his foot. He took both feet in his hands and pressed them to his upper chest and shoulders, rubbing on top of them. Spreading Jarrod's legs, and laying them back down on the bed, Kyle leaned forward, on all fours, and laid down full-length on his friend. Jarrod instinctively wrapped his arms around Kyle's back, pecking his cheek.
Kyle said, "I love being naked with you Jar. To be naked...rubbing my naked...on you. Oh. I just love it so much, I get dizzy. Naked. Oh, it feels so good. Oh!. Naked...skin...rubbing... feeling so good...so good. It's so good. Ohhh!!", he sort of wailed in a very low monotone, as he glided around on top of his friend.
Jarrod was feeling the electricity, and was making sure every part of each of their bodies was being touched by the companion part of each boy. From head to foot, they were body-rubbing everything. Sweat was glistening on their bodies as they continued.
"Yeahhhh, naked...feel you...feel me against your naked...skin...naked", they were both taking turns voicing the same feelings about their nakedness, and their enjoyment of it.
They managed a low guttural groan, squeal and moan, as they came, practically as one. The thrill of their throbbing dicks, pumping out their boy jam, while rubbing against each other was other-worldly. Tongues found mouths and they kissed so deeply.
Finally, recovered, the still rock-hard boys went about slowly doing their body cleansing routine. Kyle eased down and licked into the massive puddle of boy jizz on Jarrod's belly. He worked, and tongued and slurped and ate for a solid five minutes. Boy-Jarrod was spotless, and he pulled his cum-splotched pal to him and while Kyle leaned against the headboard, his buddy licked him clean.
Kyle, then, lowered himself down again on top of Jarrod, and asked, "Jar, can we sometimes, do this....do this....a lot? Jar, I love just being like this. You know. Naked. With you....naked".
His buddy didn't answer. He just rubbed his head, down to his neck, kissed him on the neck, and started to slither around under Kyle. Kyle started to move with him, and the boys started to heat up again.
Jarrod pushed up on his buddy, and slid out from under him, till he was up on the pillow at the headboard. Then, he pulled his knees up against his chest and pushed back down toward Kyle's face.
"Lick me, Ky?" Kyle pulled Jarrod toward him, and mashed his hands to Jarrod's butt mounds, pulling them apart. Tentatively, he snuggled his face to the crack. Expecting to be grossed out, he pulled back almost immediately. He wasn't, though, and moved back into the kid's butt with a little more determination. First, he pursed his lips right into the crevice, held himself in place, then slipped his tongue through, making a short, licking pass.
The boy's odor was slightly musky, slightly unpleasant, yet also flavored with the known smells of boy sweat and locker room. Jarrod told Kyle that it was ok, if he didn't want to do it. Kyle, having passed that point moments ago, was burrowing in now, and ran his tongue right up the crack, extracting a "Sssssssss", from Jarrod.
Jarrod pulled his feet together and gripped them tightly, looked down through his legs at the top of Kyle's head, as he prepared to be taken to the heights of ecstasy, he had never yet enjoyed. Ummm, he could feel Ky's drool oozing down his crack, cooling his tail bone. He shivered, covered with goosebumps. Kyle's tongue was making it's first meaningful appearance at Jar's pucker. Jarrod sucked in a breath, and Kyle's tongue dug in and circled the buddy-pussy.
"Eeeeeeeooo!", Jarrod squealed and squirmed around under Kyle's ministrations.
Ky wet his index finger real good, and probed the hole. Pursing up, he forced a gob of saliva right over his finger. He mashed inward, and back, and around, and in! "Ullgpp!", gasped Jarrod. For the first time, Kyle raised up and looked at his bud, smiled, then grinned widely, as he wiggled around, for just a finger-nail's worth in his pal's pussy hole.
Pulling his pucker this way and that, his tongue stuck through his tight lips, signaling determination, and he eased in to the knuckle. Jarrod held his breath. Ky pulled it back out, looked in his bud's eyes, stuck his whole finger in Jarrod's mouth. Removing his slicked up digit, he found the boy's hole and quickly entered, then eased forward to the first knuckle. Stopped. Watching Jarrod's face, he started the relentless press till he bottomed.
Jarrod's breaths were short, and fast. A fleeting look of fear crossed his face as Kyle watched and pressed. Finally, he calmed. Kyle's look quizzed Jarrod. Jarrod nodded. Kyle pulled back slowly, and then moved back in. Stopped, exchanged glances, and now picked up the motion till he was in a steady finger fuck.
He started to rotate the finger at the same time to widen the entry for a second finger. Two fingers inside now, were working in and out, driving Jarrod to a near fever pitch of excitement. Kyle had not thought beyond his afternoon "sleep-in" with his naked friend.
The sleep-in had been the subconscious dream of this boy, practically since he first realized that he felt something special about Jarrod. "Oh, to be naked, with Jarrod, naked, in my bed, rubbing my body against him, naked, all over him. Ohhh!".
Yet here he was ready to fuck his best friend, in his very bed. He gripped his peter hard and touched it to Jarrod's boy hole. Then, jumped up and disappeared, only to come running back from the bathroom with a jar of Vaseline. He greased his 5 1/2" boy-rod, goosed some goop into his buddy's hole, then slid his two fingers back up inside again, massaging and greasing the pleasure path for both boys.
Kyle scooted up against Jarrod, and pushed his cock through and into his hole. Surprisingly, he didn't feel he should hold up, and so, sunk right into his buddy. "This is so good, Jarrod, soooo gooood." Jarrod, in a slow pant, gripped his dick, squeezed it, pulled and held onto it like a lifeline.
Kyle pulled back to the ridge of his cock-head, sliding back in a bit faster. He swooned his head down right to Jarrod's face, then raised back up as he pulled out, picking up the tempo, and oh, he started to pound into Jarrod, with Jarrod whipping his cock madly.
Jarrod let go of his feet and let them drop to Kyle's shoulders, from where they slipped down, touching, behind Ky's neck, flexing his toes against each other. Kyle started to grimace, clenching his teeth as he pounded and pounded, "Fuck you!", he screamed,
"Fuck you!" Rocking underneath him in a fiery rage, Jarrod screamed back at Kyle, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, god, fucckk meeeee!" Above the blur of his whipping hand, shot his greatest ever cum shot.
He caught Kyle square in the face, and under his chin, with the same shot. The shrill cry he let out as he came was ear-piercing, and while catching Kyle by surprise, it seemed to redouble his frenetic pounding, and for one last time, as he fired off into his best friend, he screamed, "Fuckkk yoooouu! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh!", and he collapsed into Jarrod's arms and chest, his dick still pulsing inside him.
Their tongues were all over each other's faces, particularly Jarrod's, since there was so much boy jizz to eat off Kyle's face, nose and chin. They lay together for some time. Cool down. Well, sort of. The little fuckers were STILL hard as steel, and in no time were hunching each other again. Without losing a beat, or A hump, Kyle checked the clock, trying to judge how much fun was left, before they had to be presentable for parental intrusion.
Now, because of their new experiences this week, Kyle could accurately judge the mean time to cum. He whispered into Jarrod's ear: "Suck me while I suck you"?
Umm", Jarrod mumbled. Kyle scooted around. Heads on thighs. Dicks in mouths. Geez, in seconds they were in a frenzy. It's hard to believe that they could have much pleasure when they brought each other off so fast. Their legs stretched out stiff; feet pointed straight out; toes curled......they fired their loads into their mouths.
There were some guttural moans, but there was much more slurping, then swallowing, licking and a couple of pecking kisses. Kyle patted Jarrod's hip, rubbed it, and sat up. "Come on bud, you gotta get out".
"I sure hate this part", Jarrod said.
"Yeah, me too, I hate for you to have to fuck, suck, and run", Kyle said.
They both stopped and stared at each other, burst out laughing, and pounded the bed and each other, rolling all around till tears were running down their cheeks. They both scampered around, dicks bobbing, into the bathroom, for a quick clean off. Jarrod came back out and started getting dressed.
Kyle followed with damp sponge to check the bed clothes for 'tracks' and goo. Everything was pretty clean, since they had eaten most everything they made that day. Jarrod, dressed now, gripped his bud's neck, squeezed, and pulled the door-latch. Kyle took a pair of shorts with him in case his folks showed up while he was sending Jarrod off. He followed Jarrod downstairs, held his hand in the hallway, squeezed and let go.
Jarrod told him, "I want a full report of your beatin' off tonight", pointing at him.
"Yeah, but you know, if we beat ourselves raw, tomorrow's not gonna be as much fun."
"Well then", Jarrod hesitated, "we'll swear, scout's honor, not to play with it tonight".
Kyle howled, while rubbing his peter hard again, and said, "That's nuts! I'm gonna be shooting before you get down the driveway!".
"O-kay then, like I said, report in the morning!" Jarrod was out the door and gone.
Kyle's whole new world just kept wildly expanding, as he pulled his shorts up like a towel under his balls, and shot off for the fourth time this afternoon, onto them. He grabbed onto the wall for balance, looked at the gooey puddle, sniffed himself, and licked it up.
He had never heard the words, cum-pig, or cock-hound, but if he looked in the mirror.......
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