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Chapter 3
JARROD: The Exploration. ------------------------------------------->
Jarred and Kyle, separate houses, bedrooms, and beds....dragged themselves up next morning, to those blaring alarm clocks, and bellowing moms. Neither slept the whole night. With mouths that felt like the whole 7th grade had intramurals in them. Dicks like steel rods, and wet spots on their shorts, they made it into their bathrooms for a piss and a shower. Somehow they made it to the bus stop. Kyle was already there. Jarrod came up to him, and as he entered Kyle's space, they started going into a shuffle-around with their feet, looking down, and away, and anything but at each other. "Come onnn!" Kyle grabbed Jarrod at the shirt-neck, and made him face him.
"It'll be great. Won't it? Won't it? Say it!" he said impatiently. Jarrod looked at him; shoulders shrugged up, and hand deep in his pockets, with his arms straight and stiff. He gave Kyle a sort half-nod, half shake of his head, "I guess," he said. "Jar," he pulled Jarrod away from the others, whispering, "we want this don't we?" Jarrod just stared in his face. Tears welled in Kyle's eyes.
Jarrod said, "I want to....and.....to....be with you. But, I think I'm scared. What is it?" Kyle wiped his eyes clear and rubbed his face into the shoulder of his T-shirt. He smiled, and jabbed Jarrod in the shoulder, and said, "We're going to start finding that out this afternoon. And we're not going to stop till we know what it is! Aright," they yelled at each other, pounding their backs, and shoving each other toward the other kids on line to get on the bus, as it had just pulled up.
Everything was right! They bounced down into their seats, pushing at each other, then calmed down. Their minds' eyes were in fast-forward to this afternoon. Jarrod's cellar room. The "manual". Lights! Camera! Action! Shit, their hearts were pounding, their eyes were closed, and they were rubbing themselves. The bus jostled them, and their eyes opened. Looking down, they saw that they were rubbing off, and they bust out laughing. Jarrod leaned over and loudly whispered into Kyle's ear, "This IS going to be grr-eaaate!"
After the important setting of the stage, that morning, and in spite of their anxiety, the day flew by. They just floated through the day. Jarrod said, "You go on downstairs". He switched on the cellar stairs light, and as Kyle went down, Jarrod went to get the 'manual'. Thundering down the stairs, Jarrod brought them 2 cokes, and the precious magazine.
They were trembling, but not so much scared as they were yesterday...it was more anxiety. Jarrod toed off his sneakers. Pulled his shirt off and opened his pants. With his fingers at his fly, he said, "Well. Come onnn! It'll be great! Remember? This morning?".
He bent down and gripped Kyle's shirt, pulling it over his head. He opened Kyle's pants, and Kyle, just slightly gruff, said, "I'd do that". Jarrod stood, and pushed his pants down to the floor, toeing and kicking them off; then the socks. Kyle had really picked up the pace and had everything off but his socks. Jarrod got down on his knees, and gripping both socks behind Kyle's legs, he yanked them off, and shoved them right in Kyle's face.
Kyle threw them at Jarrod, and jumped up, and on Jarrod, with his arms around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, like the game they played in the pool with pairs of 'mounted' kids trying to knock the other teams' riders off. Jarrod whirled around, and landed on one of the couches in the very nicely done-up basement den. There was TV, lamps a few tables, and a couple of wrestling mats, in the corner, with Jarrod's weight set.
When Jarrod landed, the boys were in a sort of sitting position; Jarrod normal, with Kyle sitting up against the top of the couch back, between it, and Jarrod's upper back. "Ungh! Shit! Me an' my dick are getting squashed back here, you asshole!" Jarrod laughed and pressed back, and up and down, mashing the boy into his back. Quiet. Jarrod pulled forward, so he could look at Kyle, behind him. He laughed at him.
That dumb kid had the same swoony look on his face he had, yesterday, in the woods with Jarrod's fingers down his mouth. Jarrod got up, and Kyle shushed down the back of the couch to the seat pillow. He leaned in, and tousled his buddy's hair, and pulled his head up by his chin to face him. Kyle was absently rubbing his dick. He was hard. Jarrod picked up Kyle's legs, and while bending them at the knees, he turned Kyle so that he was facing sideways on the couch in a squat-like pose, feet crossed at the ankles. Jarrod assumed the same position facing him.
The big news here is that these kids had seen each other undressed while changing at home, locker rooms at school, and the 'Y', and the pool. But, they never really saw each other....naked. Jarrod reached to Kyle, taking his hands from his dick, and licked them. Then he put his own hand on Kyle's peter. Rubbing, and squeezing gently, Kyle started to rock ever so slightly. Kyle reached for Jarrod. Jarrod started to smooth his hands over Kyle's naked skin.
Face, back of the neck, squeezed, shoulders, chest. Easing Kyle's arms up, he nuzzled his right armpit, licked and kissed it. Licked both nipples, then down to his belly. His hands were now cupped around his balls, and his fingers were reaching up under them, into Kyle's private place. He was curling his fingers very gently, toward his palm, fingers tips coursing behind Kyle's balls, then stretching them back out toward his butt, back and forth, and back and forth. Kyle was panting, and bouncing and trying to say something, when without even pumping his dick, he shot off. "Ohhhh!" He cooed, and jerked up and down, grabbing his cock, and yanking for all his boy body was worth.
Jarrod scooped up all the cum he could find, and he licked some himself, right out of his hand. Then he held his hand out to Kyle, who licked it, too, dreamily. Jarrod nudged him with his open hand, and Kyle leaned in, grabbed his hand and licked every last remnant of cum off his hand. Kyle leaned back for a breather, against the couch arm.
When he finally cleared his head, he looked up at Jarrod, and said, "How'd you know to do all that finger and lickin' stuff?" He burst out laughing, and whipping the 'manual' up in front of them, he said, "I read ahead". Kyle, frowned and glared at him, then broke out in a big smile, lurched up and hugged his buddy. Jarrod kissed his neck. Recording that in memory, Kyle did the same. Kyle asked, "So what's next, teach?".
Jarrod just worked himself up straight, like a rooster does, feeling all full of himself. Still in the squat position they started in, Jarrod said, "everything I just did to you, you do to me". "O-KAY!" Kyle cheered. The 'Study in Sex". Was on! Kyle lurched forward, and hands to Jarrod's shoulders, knocked him back against the couch arm, and zeroed in on the kid's dick.
He grabbed it in his right hand, turned it a bit sideways, and sucked the cock head just inside his mouth. His lips clamped down hard, and made like a vacuum in his mouth, and sucked hard, till Jarrod howled, "Owwwwww!". Kyle released it with a big smack and a pop! "Yeeeeee!" Was all Jarrod could say. Kyle's face had that toothy, open-mouthed, boy smile of his spread wide over his face, as he rocked back and forth, looking down at his popped and sucked buddy.
Jarrod, shocked, realizing that of the two of them, Kyle was the first to suck a cock. Slowly getting his wind back, he rubbed the heel and palm of one hand into his groin, pressing and massaging, while with the other, he soothed his poor, 'popped' cock head. "Wh..Where the fuck did you learn that! God! That was fuckin' awesome!", Jarrod screamed, with the pitch of his voice going up with each word he yelled.
Kyle, roistering up just like Jarrod had done earlier, smirked down at him and said, "I've........been thinking ahead". They both snickered, and Jarrod said, "Well, I 'looked' ahead, and what you just did skipped 3 chapters, buddy....and boy, am I glad you did! We can really get down to cases in a hurry". Jarrod reached out to Kyle's hands, and pulled himself up to sitting position again. "What did it taste like?", Jarrod asked. "Don't know, I was really dizzy", he answered. Jarrod said, "Duh! Nuthin' new there! You've been dizzy since kindergarten."
He got serious now, looked deep in his bud's eyes, and asked, "Did you like when I felt all over your body? Kyle got gooey looking, and said, "God, Jarrod, I was so crazy ....scared ....excited, and I don't know". "I'm glad", Jarrod said, "I wanted to love it so bad. I was scared I was lovin' it too much. Kyle, we just played with....and licked....and sucked a boy's body!"
Jarrod was welling up, and Kyle responded by holding two hands to his face saying, "...and we both loved it....wanted it....and don't want it to stop. Do we? Well, do we?" "Oh, God, nooooo!", Jarrod answered, and they held on to each other long moments. Jarrod sniffled and wiped his eyes with his hands. Squaring himself up, "Trust me?" He asked Kyle. "Of, course I do, Jar".
"Serious stuff, now, this is all for us, being us, and finding out all about us. Yes?" Jarrod asked. "Yes," Kyle sighed. "Do what I do, and no talking," instructed Jarrod. Jarrod's hands smoothed the sides of Kyle's head, down his cheeks, stopped, thumbs brushed over his bud's lips, and just barely eased through and touched the tip of his tongue. Kyle was matching every move on Jarrod. Jarrod's hands moved down to the neck, fingers pressing the back of his neck once, then again. Over his shoulders, the hands roamed, then down front and into the armpits. He squeezed Kyle's hands inside his own armpits.
Kyle matched, and they both chuckled. Hands continued down their sides, then back up, palming the nipples, going 'round and 'round. Now, up to the collarbone, to the neck and a gentle finger and thumb press from under the chin to the side of the neck. Smoothly gliding down their stomachs, barely touching, sending quivers through them. The buddies fingered their belly buttons, working a finger around. Then down the lower stomach, groin, and finally, both hands holding, then rolling their boy dicks between their palms.
They were hard, leaking and overall, intense. The intensity was probably the only thing that kept them from shooting off at that first touch. Now they cupped their balls, working all four fingers under, and behind their balls, working them back and forth, with their balls resting in their palms, dicks rock hard against their bellies. A little more electricity charged them as they moved their middle fingers to their boy holes, just rubbing their hairless little puckers. Hands on the move again, out over their thighs, back and forth, then into the knee crease for a rub, down the calves, onto the top of their crossed feet, and stopped.
Then they moved their fingers in between their toes, and clenched fingers and toes together. Then they released, roamed under the bottoms of their feet and squeezed, held tight, released and came back up their shins, into their groins again. Holding each other's dick, Jarrod said, "okay, now we have to do each other one at a time. Roll over on your belly. Jarrod laid flat on top of Kyle, and nuzzled the back of his head and hair. Then easing up, he flexed his fingers and palms and generally massaged Kyle, shoulders to back, butt and legs.
Laying back down, his face was even with Kyle's shoulder blades. He licked side to side in long dragging strokes, the last of which on each side ended with his tongue digging in and licking the kid's armpits. He pushed Kyle's arms out so he could get his whole face in there. Boy, Jarrod was drooling all over Kyle's pits and back, and Kyle was just oohing, ahhing, and trembling in response to the phenomenal sensations.
Now Jarrod, back up on his knees, moved backward, all the way down to Kyle's feet. Then face down he went into the spot behind Kyle's knees and licked for all he was worth. Kyle felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Finally done there, Jarrod turned to face Kyle's feet. Starting by chewing the boy's heels, he worked his tongue, teeth and lips right up the soles, inch by inch, licking, and sucking and chewing all the way to the toe tips. As sat back up on his heels, Jarrod pulled his bud's feet back up with him and tongued those toes, getting all the toes of one foot in his mouth, one foot at a time, licking, and sucking and chewing. Getting that tongue in between the toes, and vacuuming so tightly, that when he opened his mouth, the drool just poured down Kyle's leg to puddle on the couch.
Jarrod lowered Kyle's legs gently, and sat back, hot as a firecracker, and out of breath. He got up off the couch, and Kyle was laying there, face down in the couch seat, both his arms extended down under him, and between his legs, humping the couch seat, heaving up and down. Jarrod pushed him over against the back of the couch and on his side. The poor kid was near hyperventilation from excess pleasure. The couch seats were soaked with boy spit and prick ooze.
Jarrod bent down and licked his buddy's goo spot off the seat. He took Kyle's dick in his hand and wagged it, while leaning in to peck Kyle on the cheek. The afternoon was moving on as Kyle completed the same route around Jarrod's body, right down to the cum lick, dick wag, and boy kiss. Jarrod pulled his bud on top of him, and said, "You were great, my pal". "So were you," dittoed Kyle. Jarrod said, "Okay, now, time's-a-wasting, and we got a few more things to do.
Trust me?" "Ye-s-s-s-s!, Kyle said impatiently. "Aright, same rules, and no talkin'. Stay on your side, head at middle of the couch, legs bent, feet against couch back," Jarrod instructed, while he moved Kyle's body parts all around. Jarrod now climbed on, completing the side-by-side 69, both boys' heads lying on the other's upper thigh. Jarrod took his buddy's cock in his hand, pulled it, kissed it, looked at it, holding it in one hand, rubbed over the silky smoothness of it with the other.
His mind was racing in thought that he must have been dreaming about this cock forever. He began to jerk off his buddy for the first time. Kyle matched him stroke for stroke. They both panted as they gave each other another new sensation. They licked root to tip. These boys had barely any pubes. Their dicks were pink, and extremely smooth; no hair, no roughness, no veins; just velvet smooth. Lip smacking and low sucking sounds echoed around the cellar room, as their tongues wiggled at the roots of their young hard-on, and moved right to the tips, to lick the ooze at the tip.
They both sucked in a gasp, as their dicks sunk in each other's mouths for the first time ever. They both shot off immediately. Oh God. They had cum in their mouths, throats, and leaking out down their cheeks. They actually yelled and gurgled at the same time, in shock! Jarrod leaned up to look Kyle in the face as he opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed. Kyle hesitated, then nodded, and he swallowed his pal's cream. (Geez, yesterday, yesterday, these two kids had never really beat off separately, let alone together. They had never 'touched' each other; and hardly even thought of kissing each other. Now here they were sucking cock and eating boy jizz!)
That short respite was enough for the sensitivity to ease. Heads back down on each other's thighs, they sucked, and sucked, and sucked so much, and so hard, and so long, their mouths got so tired. They moaned, and 'ooomed' onto each other's dick. They both came again, swallowing this time, as each spurt shot in their mouths. Finally, Jarrod sat them both back up in what he wanted to be their signature squat. As they kissed, arms around their necks, Kyle hung his head on Jarrod's shoulder, and said, "Thanks, Jar. I love you". Jarrod pulled up, and face-to-face, he said, "That's tomorrow!"
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