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Sexual Development: Chapter 18 - Becoming Closer by Gymnopedies
Daniel felt a nudge on his arm, snapping him out of his daydream. He quickly looked up to see that the teacher, Mr. Dutton, was standing just a few feet away, glaring down at him. The boy groaned inwardly. Great, the first lesson of the day and he was already in trouble. Dutton was a miserable old bugger at the best times and Daniel was certainly not one of his favourite students.
"Ah, you're awake, Marshall," the teacher almost sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so sorry for disturbing your nap. Would you like me to speak a little more softly so that you don't get disturbed again?"
Daniel didn't reply, since he knew from experience that anything he did say would only invite further ridicule from this man.
"I know why he's tired, sir," Simon McBride's voice came across the room. "He had a late night last night."
The teacher turned his head in Simon's direction, frowning.
"Him and Middleton were supposed to be measuring each other last night for this Development Study," McBride continued. "But Middleton's thing is so tiny that Marshall had to spend all night looking for it."
There was a burst of laughter from around the room and even miserable old Dutton appeared amused. Daniel felt the colour rising to his face and Jason, in the seat next to Daniel, glowered across at McBride, who gave a satisfied smirk.
"Thank you for that observation, Mr. McBride," said the teacher getting himself under control. "Now, that we once again have Marshall's full attention, perhaps we can get back to the lesson." He turned away and walked to the front of the room.
"Wanker," Jason muttered, his eyes on the teacher.
Below the desk, Daniel briefly touched Jason's leg with his hand, and shook his head, warning his friend not to say anything that would make the situation worse.
Daniel and Jason hadn't had a measuring session last night; they'd been together at Daniel's house until quite late, playing video games. They were planning on doing the measuring tonight, and this was what Daniel had been thinking about when he'd tuned out of the boring lesson. He was wondering whether or not he should show Jason the vibrator and whether it would be a good idea to bring it up during the measuring. Given Jason's recent attitude to the measuring, it was difficult to know how he would react to something like that. However, that was a problem for later. Daniel decided that he'd better try to devote more of his attention to the current lesson; he didn't want any more trouble with Dutton.
Unfortunately, it appeared that McBride was in one of his more annoying moods. As the morning wore on he took every opportunity to make digs about the size of Jason's genitalia, playing to his appreciative audience. His comments were usually made between lessons, out of the hearing of teachers, but were always loud enough for Jason to hear them. Jason was becoming steadily more uptight about the constant references to his slow development, and though Daniel tried to calm his friend down, it wasn't long before he himself was ready to take a swing at the loud mouth.
Things came to a head after the final bell of the morning sounded and the students poured out into the corridors on their way to lunch. McBride stepped up behind Jason and deliberately tripped him, causing him to stagger forwards. Jason managed to catch hold of Daniel's arm and avoid falling on his face. He spun around, glaring furiously at McBride, his hands clenched into fists.
"Oops, sorry," McBride laughed, his tone mocking. "Good job you didn't fall down. If you'd landed on your little dicky it might have squashed it and made it even smaller than it is already." This caused a round of giggles from the boy's loyal followers who had gathered around to watch.
"Bastard!" snarled Jason. He lashed out with his hand, roughly punching McBride's shoulder and causing him to take a step back.
For a moment, McBride looked surprised. Then he looked at his shoulder where Jason's hand had made contact. It hadn't been much of a punch; hardly more than a push. A cold smile appeared on the teen's face and he dropped his bag to the floor. Everyone went quiet and those closest to McBride took a step back.
"McBride, leave him alone," snapped Daniel, stepping in front of Jason. Simon McBride was one of the biggest boys in the class and Jason was just about the smallest. If things got physical it wouldn't be a fight, it would be a massacre.
"Get out of my way!" McBride snarled, his arm sweeping out and flinging Daniel aside, his eyes never leaving Jason.
Jason stepped back, which brought him up against the corridor wall. He shot a frightened glance at Daniel and then straightened up, his mouth set in a determined line. Daniel made to once more go to his friend's defence, but hands grabbed at his arms, holding him back. He tried to shake them off, but McBride's friends held him firm.
"Come on then, fairy," said McBride, stepping right up in front of Jason. "Let's see what you're made of." He raised his fist. "You want to try hitting me again?"
"Fuck you, McBride!" Jason spat. He looked scared, but at the same time his face had set in a stubborn, determined expression and there was a glint of fire in his eyes.
McBride laughed. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun. I've wanted to do this for so long." He drew his arm back ready to deliver a punch and then paused, dramatically, clearly intent on giving a show for his friends.
"You don't really want to do that McBride." Dean pushed his way through the small crowd. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable tension about the way he held himself. He glared at the boys who were holding Daniel and they immediately drew back, releasing their captive.
McBride gave the newcomer a pained look. "Keep out it, Williams. This is between me and Middleton."
"No way," said Dean. "Jason's my friend. I'm not going to stand back and watch you beat him to a pulp just because you can. If you really want to show how tough you are, why don't you try it with me?" He stepped closer. "Come on McBride, I'm not much bigger than Jason. You're much bigger and heavier than I am; you should be able to take me easily."
A calculating look appeared in McBride's eyes as though he were actually considering Dean's suggestion. "Maybe that's not such a bad idea," he said. He turned his back on Jason, facing his new opponent. "You've won a few competitions and got your picture in the papers and you think that makes you somebody special. But all them fancy moves of yours wouldn't do you any good in a real fight." He drew himself up. He had several inches in height and at least twenty pounds in weight over Dean, who looked small and slight in comparison.
Dean smiled, almost casually. "If that's what you think, then go for it."
McBride was silent for a long moment, weighing up his options. A muscle beneath his right eye twitched. He drew in a long, unsteady breath. Then he gave a nervous laugh. "No, not today. I'll let you stew for a while," he said. He shook his head, turned, and walked away. A moment later his friends followed and the crowd began to disperse.
Dean put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "You OK?"
"Yeah," Jason nodded, looking a little sick but still managing a smile. "We showed him."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, we did." He glanced around at Daniel and gave a brief, warm smile.
The boys made their way to the school canteen, where Jason bought himself sausage, beans and chips, and Daniel settled for some tuna and sweetcorn sandwiches. They found themselves a table and were joined a few minutes later by Dean and Trevor. Daniel noticed that Trevor didn't look very happy, as though he would have preferred to sit somewhere else but had reluctantly followed Dean's lead.
Dean's lunch consisted of a plate of salad and a bottle of water. Jason looked at the salad and pulled a face.
"You really like eating that stuff?"
Dean smiled pleasantly and shrugged. "It's better than the muck that you're eating. Do you have any idea what they put into those sausages?"
Jason looked closely at the piece of sausage on his fork, frowned, then grinned and popped it into his mouth. "I dunno," he said. "But it tastes good."
Dean gave a disgusted shake of his head. "You'll be sorry when you're so fat that you can hardly walk."
"Yeah, right," laughed Jason, looking down at himself and patting his stomach.
"Thanks for earlier," said Daniel, smiling at Dean.
"Yeah, thanks," Jason agreed. "I thought I was going to get my lights punched out. You were so cool."
"I didn't feel cool," said Dean, grimacing. "I was shitting myself."
"No way," said Jason, disbelievingly. "You could have taken McBride with one hand behind your back."
"I could probably have taken McBride with both hands behind my back my back," said Dean. "But that's not what I was worried about." He took a drink of water from his bottle. "I can't get into fights. If I do, and someone gets hurt, I could be banned from taking part in the competitions."
"Yeah, and then that would be your fault," said Trevor, scowling at Jason.
"Cool it, Trev," said Dean. "You think I should have let McBride thump Jason? If McBride decides to start on you, you want me to just stand back and watch? Friends don't do that; they take care of each other."
"McBride wouldn't start on me," Trevor muttered. "'Cos I don't go out of my way to wind him up."
"Oh and I do I suppose?" snapped Jason, angrily.
"McBride picks on Jason to try and make himself look big," Dean explained, calmly. "If it wasn't Jason it would be someone else. People like McBride always need someone to pick on. I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end."
"You?" Daniel looked at his friend in surprise.
Dean nodded. "It was a few years ago, back at my last school. A guy called Jake Dawson. He wouldn't leave me alone. He was on at me all the time, just like McBride is with Jason. Then one day I'd had enough. I decided to stand up to him."
"I bet you showed him," said Jason, with a grin.
Dean shook his head. "No. He beat the crap out of me, right in front of almost our entire class." He smiled wryly at the memory. "I had a black eye and a swollen lip and my clothes were ripped. I was a real mess." Then his smile slipped away and his expression became distant. "My dad went mad when I got home. He wanted to know why I had let someone do that to me. He took his belt to me."
"Your dad belted you because you got beaten up?" Daniel could hardly believe what he was hearing. Jason was sitting with his eyes wide and his mouth open, and even Trevor looked shocked.
"Yeah." Dean gave a long, sad sigh. "My dad's like that. He doesn't believe that you should ever let anyone beat you at anything."
"So... that's why you started the karate and kick-boxing and stuff?" asked Jason .
"Something like that," said Dean. He gave a smile. "And it has come in useful sometimes."
They returned to class after their lunch break to find a commotion at the front of the room as a crowd of their classmates clustered in front of the blackboard, giggling. Daniel went straight to his desk, ignoring the group, but Jason insisted on going forward to find out what was going on. After a moment, Jason quickly beckoned Daniel to come over and see for himself.
Daniel pushed his way through a group of giggling girls. Pinned to the board was a picture of a naked guy, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, sitting in a chair with his legs open, jacking on his hard cock. Over the top of the guy's face, someone had pasted a black and white image of Dean's face, obviously cut from some newspaper photograph. Underneath were scrawled the words, "Williams wanking!"
Daniel tried to reach out to pull the picture down, but he couldn't get close enough. He looked over to the back of the room to see McBride sitting with his friend's smirking. Annoyed, Daniel made a more determined effort to reach the picture, wanting to remove it before Dean arrived; Dean had called in at the toilets on his way back from the canteen. However, just as Daniel managed to elbow his way to the front of the crowd, the subject of the picture arrived.
Dean was clearly immediately aware that something was amiss from the way everyone was looking at him and laughing and whispering. He came straight to the front of the room, the small crowd parting to allow him through. He stopped as his eyes fell on the picture, his face colouring.
"I'm sorry," said Daniel. "I was trying to take it down."
Dean didn't reply. His hand trembling slightly, he pulled the picture from the board, looked at it for a moment and then carefully folded it. Then he turned to look over at McBride, who merely smiled innocently.
Their fun over, everyone began returning to their own desks. Daniel followed Dean, his hand resting lightly on the boy's back. "You OK?" he asked.
Dean gave a nonchalant shrug. "If that's McBride's best shot, it's pretty feeble." He unfolded the picture and looked at it again, giving a grin. "Makes me look pretty good, don't you think?"
Daniel shook his head. "Not really." He leaned close to Dean's ear and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You're much hotter than that."
For the second time in the space of a couple of minutes, Dean's face coloured in a blush.
Jason was late arriving at Daniel's house on Tuesday evening. Daniel had been pacing up and down impatiently, casting frequent glances out of the window as he waited for his friend to arrive. When Jason did finally get there he was out of breath and grinning broadly.
"I was just about to ring you," said Daniel. "I thought maybe you weren't coming for some reason."
"Yeah, sorry," said Jason, as he followed Daniel up the stairs. "I sort of got into a bit of a fight with the runt."
Daniel groaned inwardly. "I've been trying to make things better with Ben. How can I do that if you keep fighting with him?"
Jason looked offended. "Hey, he's my brother. I can fight with him if I want. Besides, it wasn't my fault."
"It never is," Daniel sighed.
"No, really, it wasn't." said Jason. His grin got even wider. "Mum sent me up to tell him that dinner was ready and, because the door to his room was slightly open, I went in." He giggled. "How was I to know that he had Billy in there and that they were both naked? He should have closed his door properly and then I would have knocked."
"They were naked?"
"Yeah, and they both had boners; if you can call them that." He wriggled his little finger to show that in his opinion the boys were not exactly well endowed. "They must have been measuring each other. I thought you took care of all that now?"
"I measure them twice a week," Daniel explained. "Adam told them that they could still do more than that if they wanted."
Jason gave a nod of understanding. "Well it looked like the dirty little pervs were having a good time, until I walked in, anyway. Then Ben went mental. He started shouting and carrying on about me going into his room without knocking." The boy gave a shrug. "I guess he sort of had a point. But like I said, the door wasn't properly shut. If I'm doing anything private I always make sure the door's shut." "You mean like when you're jacking off?" Daniel grinned.
Jason coloured slightly. "Whatever," he said. "Anyway, then it got really funny because Mum came up to find out what the noise was about. Ben and Billy were still standing there starkers, their hands over their dicks. You should have seen their faces when Mum walked in. It was so funny. Ben screamed at Mum to get out. Mum shouted back at Ben because he'd shouted at her. It was the funniest thing ever. When they'd stopped shouting at each other Mum made me say sorry to Ben and Billy for going in without knocking. I didn't think that was fair; it wasn't my fault they left the door open. Then she pulled me out and closed the door. I think she was trying not to laugh as she went back down the stairs."
"Poor Ben and Billy," said Daniel, smiling as he imagined the two twelve-year-olds trying to hide their dick's from Jason's mother.
"Billy stayed to eat with us," said Jason. "And that was funny as well. I don't think he said a single word. He just looked down at his plate the whole time. He went bright red when Mum told him and Ben that she was glad to see that they'd dressed for dinner."
"Billy's sweet," said Daniel.
"Sweet?" Jason looked at his friend incredulously. "How can you call him sweet after the stuff that him and Ben did to you?"
"It wasn't that bad, really," said Daniel. "It all sort of got out of hand. I think they're both sorry now."
Jason gave a disbelieving snort, clearly not convinced.
Daniel smiled. "Besides, according to Ben, Billy fancies me."
"Oh my God!" Jason shook his head, laughing. "He's been spending too much time hanging around with the runt. Anyone who fancies you must be mental."
"So does that make you mental as well?" Daniel asked, mischievously.
Jason looked confused for a moment and then he coloured and vigorously shook his head. "I don't fancy you," he muttered, lowering his eyes.
Daniel immediately wished that he'd kept his mouth shut. He'd spoken without thinking, intending his question as a joke, forgetting, for a moment, the still rather tense situation that existed between them when it came to the issue of his own sexuality. An awkward silence descended, which seemed to drag on uncomfortably.
Eventually, Jason raised his eyes and smiled. "So, we going to do this measuring?"
Daniel nodded. Then his grin returned. "After I've told you my news," he said excitedly.
Jason had sat down on Daniel's bed. He lay back, propped up on his elbows. "What news?"
"Craig rang earlier, just after I got in from school," said Daniel. "Apparently Adam has to go to some conference or something like that on Saturday, and because it starts early in the morning and he wants to meet up with some guys the night before, he's going on Friday night. So Craig wanted to know if me and you wanted to go stay with him on Friday."
"You mean stay over?"
"Yeah. I've already asked Mum and she didn't seem too keen at first, but then she spoke to Craig and she's says it's OK. So it's up to you. What do you think?"
Jason gave a shrug. "I dunno. I mean, that party thing was sort of fun, but I don't know about staying over. Where would we sleep?"
"In beds I expect."
"That's not what I meant, stupid. I meant would we have our own room, or what?"
"I would think so," said Daniel. "You've seen the house. There must be loads of spare bedrooms." He gave a short giggle. "You think Craig might be wanting to get you into bed?"
"No, I didn't think that at all," said Jason, pulling a face which said that the idea had crossed his mind.
"I don't think Craig would do anything like that," said Daniel. "He's Adam's boyfriend."
"Yeah." Jason was still frowning.
"I think we should go. I really like Craig. He's fun."
"I'll ask Mum," said Jason. "Now, are we going to do this measuring or are we going to sit around yapping?"
Daniel looked at his friend and smiled. "Someone's in a hurry to get his clothes off."
"Yeah right," laughed Jason. "More like someone is in a hurry to get this done with and get his clothes back on again. Come on, let's do it."
Both boys began pulling off their clothes. Jason was the first to be naked and he stood nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for Daniel to finish taking off his shorts.
"This is so weird," Jason giggled. "No matter how many times we do this I still can't get used to all this standing around with nothing on and touching each other and stuff."
"You don't seem as bothered about it as you were at the start," Daniel observed. "When we first started doing this measuring you didn't even used to take your shorts off."
"Yeah, well," Jason's face coloured slightly. "I guess I was sort of making a big deal out of it. Come on, you can measure me first." He moved over to the wall, standing in front of the height chart and stretching up to his full height as though he wanted every fraction of an inch to count.
Daniel hid a smile. Jason's bravado was both sweet and infuriating at the same time; the boy would rarely admit that anything bothered him, putting on a show of overdone confidence which made it obvious to anyone who knew him that he was covering up his nervousness. Daniel's eyes automatically moved up and down his friend's nude body. Jason always looked younger when he was naked, probably a combination of his small build and the slow development around the area of his groin. Seeing his friend like this always caused Daniel's heart to flutter. He wished that he could touch Jason everywhere, but not just in the controlled, almost clinical way that they did when measuring each other. He wanted to stroke his hands over the boy's smooth, slim chest, his back, his gently-rounded backside. He wanted to hold the boy's dick and stroke him to orgasm. He wanted to hold Jason in his arms and kiss him on the lips and have Jason kiss him back.
"What are you waiting for?" Jason demanded. "Come on. Let's get this done."
"Yeah, OK." Daniel smiled, almost sadly, as he pushed his fantasies aside and got on with what he had to do.
They took turns taking each other's height, chest and upper-body measurements and noted them down in the folder. Jason scrutinised each of his measurements, carefully comparing them with the previous session as though looking for any evidence that he might be growing. Daniel resisted the temptation to tell the boy that he didn't need to grow and that he was perfect as he was. When it came time to take the penis measurements, Jason turned away to get his dick hard, as he always did. Daniel would have loved to watch his friend playing with his cock, but had to satisfy himself with a view of Jason's naked back and arse as he brought his own cock to full hardness. When Jason turned back to face Daniel he had a solid erection.
This was, of course, Daniel's favourite part of their measuring session. Not only did he get the opportunity to see his best friend with a boner, but he also got to handle that boner and even stroke it a couple of times. Holding the tape ready in one hand, he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the boy's hard shaft and gave it a couple of firm strokes, as Adam had instructed. Jason stood tense and unmoving as his cock was handled, his lips set in a firm line as he breathed deeply through his nose.
"I think that's about as hard as it's going to get," said Daniel, with a soft, nervous giggle. He laid the tape along the shaft, taking the measurement. He bent closer to read the tape accurately. "10.9 centimetres," he said, reading the measurement aloud.
"What?" Jason, who had been looking straight ahead as though trying to pretend this wasn't happening, suddenly appeared extremely interested.
"10.9," Daniel repeated.
"You sure?" Jason asked, excitedly. "Let me see." He grabbed the tape from Daniel and used it to measure himself. "Hey, it is. Well, almost anyway," he said, laughing happily. The length of his cock always varied by a tiny amount each time it was measured, sometimes a little bigger, sometimes a little smaller, but this was by far the biggest it had been. "It's really getting bigger."
"Must be all the exercise it gets when you jerk off," laughed Daniel.
A slight disapproving frown appeared on Jason's face in response to that comment, but it only lasted a second before he was laughing again. "Measure it again." He handed the tape back to Daniel, watching intently as his cock was measure for the third time.
"Definitely 10.9," said Daniel. "Actually I think it might even be closer to 11."
"Take the other measurements as well," said Jason.
Daniel took the three circumference measurements, reading the figures aloud. Jason appeared a little disappointed that these were not any different from previous sessions, but he was clearly thrilled that his cock was getting longer; so much so that for once he really did appear to have forgotten about his inhibitions. He stood with a grin on his face as Daniel finished taking his leg measurements and then, while Daniel entered these up on the chart, he bent and examined himself, running his fingers through the sparse, blond hairs at the base of his dick. "You think I'm getting more hairs as well?"
"Could be," said Daniel. "You'd look to have more if they were dark instead of blond."
Jason looked thoughtful for a moment. "I could dye them; Mum dies her hair all the time. There's stuff in the bathroom cabinet at home."
"Erm, I'm not sure that would be a good idea," said Daniel, trying not to laugh. "Can you imagine what McBride would say if he saw you in the showers with black pubes?"
"Yeah, you're probably right," said Jason, with a sigh. "I wish I had darker hair, like you."
"I like you blond," said Daniel, the response coming automatically.
Again the frown briefly crossed Jason's face, but then he smiled, almost shyly. "We'd better get on," he said.
When it came to Jason's turn to measure Daniel's erection he always kept the physical contact to bare minimum, handling the teen's cock as though it might bite, and today was no exception. Even so, Daniel still enjoyed the feeling of Jason's fingers on his shaft and occasionally Jason's fingers would brush against the sensitive, exposed head of dick, causing an involuntary shudder to pass though his body.
Daniel's measurements were around the same as usual and Jason was delighted that he appeared to have gained a few millimetres on his friend.
"Adam said I would probably have caught you up by the time the year was over," Jason grinned. "We've only had a few weeks and I'm gaining on you already."
"Looks like it," Daniel agreed, pleased that Jason was happy.
Jason turned to Daniel's bed and picked up his shorts, bending to put them on.
"Hang on a minute." Daniel grabbed the boy's arm. His heart was thumping as he decided to take the plunge. "I've something to show you."
Jason's eyes narrowed a little suspiciously. "Can't it wait until we get dressed?"
"No. It won't be as good if you're dressed. You have to trust me. Close your eyes?"
"What? No way," Jason laughed.
"Come on, close your eyes."
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see."
"I'm not closing my eyes until you tell me."
Daniel sighed. "OK, keep your eyes open then if you want." He pulled open the drawer beneath his bed and took out the small box containing the vibrator.
Jason's eyes narrowed even further as Daniel removed the device from the box. "What's that?"
"I'll show you." His hands trembling, Daniel touched the vibrator to Jason's still erect dick, turning it on at the last second.
"Fuck!" Jason leapt back, a shocked expression on his face. His hand moved protectively in front of his groin. "What is that?" Then he started to giggle.
"It's a vibrator," Daniel explained. "Adam gave it to me."
"You mean like those things girls use in their cunts in the porno films?"
"I guess," said Daniel. "But guys can use them as well. Here, see." He reached out with the vibrator, again moving it towards Jason's hand-covered groin.
"Gerroff!" Jason batted it away and again stepped back, still giggling.
"Give it a try, it feels great," said Daniel. He demonstrated by running the vibrator up and down his own dick, causing it to twitch and jerk.
Jason watched, managing to look both interested and apprehensive both at the same time.
"You want to try it?" Daniel asked.
"I dunno." It was clear that Jason wanted to, but his natural reticence when it came to anything of a sexual nature was holding him back. "OK. But give it to me. I'll do it myself." He held out his hand and accepted the small device. Then, his lip held between his teeth, he touched it to his dick. "Shit!" he giggled, quickly jerking it away again. "This is weird." He pressed it against his cock again, this time holding it there. "This is really weird."
"Feels good, doesn't it?" said Daniel.
"Yeah, I guess. You say Adam gave it to you?"
Daniel nodded. "He's got a few of them. He says he sometimes uses them on the younger kids to make them cum faster when he's testing them. He let me use one on Ben when he had a bit of an infection on the end of his dick."
Looking suddenly worried, Jason quickly pulled the thing away from his groin and began to examine it closely.
"Don't worry," Daniel smile. "It's been properly cleaned."
"It damned well better have," said Jason. He turned it off and handed it back to Daniel and again reached for his shorts.
"You're getting dressed?" Daniel asked, disappointed.
"Yeah, we're done measuring."
"I thought you might want to... you know..."
"What?"
"Well, I hoping that we could..." Daniel felt himself blushing. "I thought that maybe we could jerk off and maybe take it in turns using the vibrator. It feels amazing when you use it while you jerk off. Really, it does. And you did say once, a little while ago, that maybe one day we could sort of jerk off. And... Oh shit! I'm sorry. Let's just forget it." He knew he was gabbling. He also knew that he'd pushed harder than he should have done and that he was now on extremely dangerous ground. Sure, Jason had once hinted that there might be a chance of them jerking off together at some stage, but that had been before he had found out that Daniel was gay. "I'm sorry," he said again, watching Jason's face carefully and hoping that he hadn't really blown things.
Jason had gone very quiet. He stood motionless, bent forwards, one leg already in his shorts, his slim, still-hard dick pointing out from his groin. The expression on his face was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on Daniel's. After a long, uncomfortable moment, he swallowed visibly and stood upright, allowing his shorts to drop to the ground. "You want to us to jerk off?" he asked, softly, a slight tremor in his voice.
"It was just silly idea," said Daniel. "Forget I said it."
There was another silence. Jason eyes were still fixed firmly on Daniel's face. He swallowed again and raised his hand to nervously flick a lock of blond hair from his forehead. "We'd do ourselves, right? We wouldn't be touching each other?"
"No, we we'd just do ourselves. Look, Jason, I shouldn't have even suggested it. I wasn't thinking. Let's just forget it. Please."
Jason shook his head, causing the lock of hair to drop down again. He ignored it. He broke the eye contact, looking down. "No. We can do it. It's no bid deal. We see each other naked all the time. We've seen each other hard loads of times since we started this measuring. We even saw each other shoot that time Adam tested us together. No, I... we can do it." He appeared to be almost talking to himself, as though trying to convince himself.
Daniel was feeling bad and wishing that he'd never said anything. He felt as though he were forcing Jason into something that he didn't really want to do. He sighed, softly.
Jason raised his head, his lips pressed together, his expression uncertain. Then, suddenly, unexpectedly, he grinned. "But if the runt ever finds out about this, you're dead meat. And no touching, or I'm out of here."
"You really want to do it?" Daniel could hardly believe the sudden transformation.
"I said didn't I? Let's get it done, before I change my mind." He stepped out of the shorts, flipping them upwards with his toe and catching them in his hand. "I don't want that vibrator thing though; you can have it. It's a bit too weird for me. I'll just do it the usual way."
"OK, whatever you want." Daniel realised that he too was now grinning. Jason had agreed to jerk off with him and appeared fine with it. "Where do you want to do it?"
Jason gave a shrug. "Here's fine. He sat down on the side of the bed.
"Great." Daniel climbed onto the bed and lay back propped against the pillows. This position gave him a pretty good side-view of Jason.
Jason giggled a little nervously and then self-consciously wrapped his fingers around his own erection and, keeping his eyes on the bedroom wall, he began to slowly stroke himself. After a moment he paused, his hand on his dick, and turned his head to look at Daniel. "There's no chance of your mum walking in on us, is there?"
"No chance," said Daniel, with a smile and a shake of his head. "Mum's pretty cool at giving me space. She won't come up while he knows we might be measuring." He hesitated a moment and then he followed Jason's example and began to stroke his boner.
As Daniel started to wank, Jason quickly looked away, the shy smile back on his face as he concentrated on his own stroking.
Daniel kept his eyes on Jason, watching the boy's hand moving in short, quick movements up and down his hard dick. Jason's eyes were closed, as though concentrating completely on what he was doing, his lips pressed firmly together. As Daniel stroked himself he considered turning on the vibrator that lay beside him on the bed, but then dismissed the idea. Using the vibrator around his dick felt great, but Jason thought it was weird and so it was probably best not to use it while the boy was around. Jason had made a huge concession in agreeing to jerk off with Daniel, and the last thing Daniel wanted to do was to push his luck too far and risk spoiling everything.
Daniel kept his stroking slow and steady. Being naked around Jason always made him horny as hell, and he really wanted to get off. In fact, his dick was already dripping sticky precum which was oozing out onto his fingers. However, he didn't want to cum too quickly; jerking off with Jason was something he'd fantasized about for almost as long as he could remember, and he wanted to make the most of it. So he kept his movements slow and controlled.
By contrast, Jason appeared to want to finish as quickly as possible. His hand was almost a blur on his dick, his breathing quick and noisy. His other hand stroked across his slim chest and then moved down between his legs to hold his balls. His head went back, and he groaned softly, his entire body appearing to tense up. Then he collapsed backwards, across Daniel's lower legs, his hand moving frantically as droplets of sticky cum splashed from the end of his cock onto his smooth stomach.
Seeing Jason cum had brought Daniel to the very edge of orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer and began stroking his own dick as fast as he could. "Oh shit!" he groaned, tensing his arse and pushing up with his hips. He sucked in a deep ragged breath as his cock began to throb and jerk in his hand and cum spurted out over his stomach and lower chest.
For a long moment Daniel lay back, his eyes closed, breathing deeply as he firmly milked the final drops from his spent dick. Then he opened his eyes to find Jason looking at him. Their eyes met and then Jason's face coloured and the boy quickly looked away. However, short though the eye-contact had been, it was enough to set Daniel's mind racing. There had been something in Jason's eyes that he'd never seen there before: a strange mixture of fear and longing. Could Jason be gay? Daniel's heart leapt at the thought. Could Jason actually want some sort of real contact to take place between them? The belief that this was possible, like the eye-contact, lasted only for a briefest moment. Then it was gone. Daniel realised that he was being silly. The whole idea was a product of his over-active, post-orgasmic imagination. He sighed and then grimaced as he looked at the sticky mess on his fingers on stomach.
"You got something to clean up with?" asked Jason.
"Erm, yeah, I guess you can use my shorts," suggested Daniel.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, go ahead. I can put some clean ones on."
"OK." Jason retrieved Daniel's discarded shorts and used them to wipe his hand and stomach and then the end of his now deflating penis. When he'd done he handed the shorts to Daniel and, without another word, he turned away and began to dress.
Daniel accepted the shorts, getting a small thrill as his fingers touched the damp, sticky patches that were Jason's cum. Then, acting on impulse, he raised the shorts to his nose and sniffed them, inhaling the combination of his own musky aroma and the slight tang of Jason's semen.
"This stays just between us, right?" Jason had put on his own shorts and turned back to face his friend.
"Erm, yeah, course," said Daniel, quickly rubbing his hands on the shorts and hoping that Jason hadn't seen him sniffing them. "It's not the sort of thing I'd go around telling anyone."
"You'd better not." Jason's expression softened and he gave a grin. "I guess it was sort of fun."
"So we can do it again sometime?"
Jason was quiet for a moment and then he gave a non-committal shrug. "Maybe."
The story continues in Chapter 19: Gym Session
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