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Chapter 6, JARROD: Home-and-Home Series?
As Jarrod got to the bus stop Thursday morning, he looked at Kyle, who had 4 fingers in the air. Jarrod bust out laughing, ducking his head in toward Kyle's, asking "Are you serious?".
Kyle nodded, and said, "Well?".
Jarrod whispered, "Only twice".
Kyle gave him a sidewise glance of disbelief, saying, "You're full of it!" Jarrod howled, and said, "That's the point, you shit. You fucked my brains out, and my cum, yesterday, and I had nothin' left to milk. As it was, I fell asleep trying to pound out a third load".
"Ha! That's great!", said Kyle. "Gee, we'll have to just skip this afternoon since you're all fucked out."
Jarrod cuffed his shoulder with his right fist, saying, "Fool, I said that was last night. I'm bonin' right now."
As the boys worked their way to the bus, you could just eat these cuties up. 7th grade, first-year teens, all-boy, all the way. Jarrod, 5' 6", wiry, blond buzz cut, and that little Caesar turn-up at the hairline. With a straight and perfect nose, sparkling blue eyes, and fair skin, he had a wiry firm build.
Kyle was brown and brown, with an angelic face of freckles and slightly turned up nose. His hair was flat and straight on his head, sometimes with a right-side part, but more often arrayed in every direction at once. His build at 5' 5", was also wiry, but slimmer than Jarrod. Their tight, bubble-butts wigged, and wagged their way up the steps of the bus.
The rest of the day was uneventful, if not smooth, for these happiness twins of rompin', stompin', sexual dee-light! That afternoon, neither kid really had a fun-plan. They certainly were not "fucked out", so to speak, but they were very sated after the three wild days of sexual awakening, and nights of anxiety and anticipation for the next day.
Kyle said, "Last night was the first peaceful sleep I think I've had this week." "Me, too", Jarrod agreed. "You know, since we found that magazine in Kip's trash, it's like a whole new guy woke up in my shorts." They were sitting on the front steps, at Kyle's house, after the walk from the bus stop.
Kyle's mouth hung open, about to say something, as he turned to Jarrod, and wide-eyed, they yelled at each other, "Kip!".
"Ho-leee! What d'ya think! Could he know about that magazine?", Kyle asked excitedly.
Jarrod said, "I'd bet not. Do you think he'd want in?"
"Why not, He's a bud, a boy, has a dick", blurted Kyle.
"Ok, look", said Jarrod; "let's show him the book, just like we found it. Tomorrow, after school, we'll spend the afternoon with Kip at his house."
Kyle agreed, "Yeah! We'll go through the garage at his house, like always, except when we get to the pile of papers and mags, we'll bend down and make like we just saw the mag."
They were getting more excited, second-by-second, as the plan weaved itself like a spider web. "You know what, Jar? This is a trap; isn't it?". Jarrod was dreamy-eyed, his mind already sex-on-fire, in anticipation of tomorrow.
Absently, he was rubbing himself through his jeans. "Playtime!", Kyle yelled, grabbing Jar's shoulder, pulling him up, and pushing him through the door. Jarrod, his spell broken, was still slow to react, and stumbled into the house. Up the stairs, the boys went into Kyle's room, and stripped quickly without a thought, and showered like they taught each other that first time. Back in the room, they climbed into bed.
Kyle pulled the covers over them, and said, "I just have to hold and feel your naked kid-body again, all over."
"Me, too", said Jarrod. They snuggled up without any kissing. After the boys were hot as firecrackers, they threw off the covers, and Jarrod said, "I want to try something", and he pulled Kyle's legs over his head, bending him in half. "Hold your ankles, Ky, and pull down."
Jarrod looked over that pretty scene, and said, "Ok, hmmm, let me in there", as he burrowed his upper body through Kyle's legs, until he was looking straight down into Kyle's crack. Turning back to Kyle, he said, "As I move my knees toward me, when you look up, can you get a good shot at my pooper?".
Wiseass Kyle, staring right at it, stuck his finger in, and asked, "This it?".
Jarrod jerked up in surprise, and yelped, "You asshole!".
Kyle said, "Uh uh, this be asshole", as he shoved in hard, and stunned his bud, yet again. Kyle's finger, was sliding in and out, nice and smooth already and Jarrod was starting to dream nice thoughts, of dicks, butts, nuts and cum, as he started pumping his pecker.
"Ummm", that's so good, buddy, so good, so good!", said Jarrod.
Removing his finger, Kyle propped his head up to give his buddy a rimming to die for. Once the fingering stopped, Jarrod recovered, and had already started working his tongue around Kyle's pucker. Almost as one, both kids' tongues wormed the other's pussy hole.
The licking, fingering, and massaging slowly opened their back doors, for some tender tonguing. In, and around, worm, curl, sink and finally they were furiously sucking boy hole. Jarrod's raspier was curled, tubular, and was forging the deepest penetration. So fantastic was this probe, that Kyle, completely stopped licking and was heaving his chest and body, alternately, in an undulating wave of passion, completely involuntarily.
Jarrod felt the boy-body action under him, and knew it was time. Regrettably, he pulled his tongue from his bud, and as he rose, stepped outside Kyle's legs, and bent legged, in sort of a frog-like pose, he slid down over Kyle's butt. Looking down at Kyle's boy hole, he fingered him with his left index finger, and squeezed and flexed his 6-incher into readiness.
"Whew", Jarrod whistled, and he eased his cock down to the boy's pucker, as his finger slid out. There should have been a "Phlup", accompanying Jarrod's entry into his friend's convulsing bud. Instead, there was just the little 'Tssk, tsk, squitching' sound of sticky stuff. Jarrod was facing the baseboard. Kyle was on his back, head on the pillow, looking up, almost alarmed, and anxious, fingers gripping the bedcovers in a cold sweat. Jarrod's dick, in Kyle, was bent backward, giving both boys a fantastically new and wild-feeling set of sensations. So wild in fact, it was evident that unless they stopped pumping, shoot off was imminent.
Ha! They didn't stop, and exploded, screaming crazily. Jarrod quick-grabbed back for Kyle's legs for balance, squeezing blanched handprints into the boy's thighs. Kyle was bouncing up and down, while uncontrollably pounding the bed, in full reflexive cum.
"Ulllngh!", uttered Kyle shrilly. "Aaaaagh, oh my god, I love it, so much, ung...fuck me buddy, fuck me. Oh, my bud-deee! Please fuck me!", he pleaded, gripping Jar's ankles, and pulling on them.
Jarrod maneuvered so he could step around Kyle to face him, pirouetting on the dick still firmly rooted. Kyle looked up at his pal, and asked, "fuck me?".
Nodding, Jarrod rocked into motion, and started a relentless pounding into Kyle's cum-lubed poop chute. This was one sloppy, and sticky and gooey, but none the less glorious, a fuck. These beautiful boy buddies kept finding ways to enjoy their newfound love for each other. Sure, the freak of luck, or lust, was they're finding that 'Manplay' magazine at Kip's. It showed them how to show they loved to love each other, and to look for new ways to demonstrate it. Jarrod eased back, pulling his dick almost out, and bent down pulling with his hands under Kyle's butt, trying to lift him up toward his face.
Contortionist is the word that comes to mind. Could he get his bud's dabber into his mouth? Y-y-y-e-s-s-s! He could! He slick-licked the little gooey piss slit. Opened his pursed lips and literally sucked Kyle's young wick-knob just behind his lips. As he tongue-whipped the cock head and slit,
Kyle was crazed, alternately beating the bed and Jarrod's shoulders. He wildly pumped his pecker up into his bud's mouth till he shot, and shot, and shot, his load into Jarrod's mouth. Jarrod stayed on him till every last drop of boy-goo was drained out of Kyle. Swallowing as he sucked, Jarrod now pulled up straight, pushed Kyle's feet bottoms together in front of his face, licked the boy's toes, and pumped to a wild finish, chewing those two big toes to a sloppy shrivel.
Three, four, five shots and Jarrod started to come down. He pulled the boy's feet to his face. He long-tongued them from heels to toes, and rubbed them briskly against each other, then his chest. As he lowered Kyle's legs, he leaned in and down, to lay full-length on him, and kissed him fully, deeply, almost relentlessly. Breathless, the kids broke their kiss.
They lay there for a long while, silent, unmoving. Kyle then moved around underneath, and Jarrod thought he wanted out from under, raising himself up. "No, no, stay Jarry, stay", said Kyle, as he hugged the boy back down onto him.
"Whut...", Jar started to ask.
Kyle interrupted, saying, "I'm doing my 'naked' thing. I just love rubbing my naked body against yours. Ooohh, it feels so good".
He worked his feet and legs around and between Jarrod's, their cocks, hunching and wiggling, Kyle's hands roaming every part of Jarrod's skin he could reach from underneath him, hair to butt. "Sooooo, goooood. God, I love it. I love you. Love iiiiittttt!", he wailed again, shrilly. That little fucker.......he cummed again, rubbing into his buddy's dick.
"Ooohhh!, Jarrreee", he licked him, "lay with me for a while? Don't move? Just be... on.... me. Ummmm". Long, beautiful moments passed...in silence.
Kyle finally pushed up, and slid out patting Jarrod's butt. "Come on, Jar, we gotta clear out", he said looking around for his jeans, while moving over to open the window.
"Boy, does this place need some air", Kyle said.
"It smells....like, I don't know....". "Us, you dick...it smells like us", Jarrod said.
They both laughed. "Yeh, us", Kyle snickered.
The boys were dressed and leaving the room, and Kyle said, "We have to get out so we're not naked when my parents get home. Let's go to your house and fool around for awhile."
"Sure", said Jarrod, "good idea, there's plenty afternoon left".
The kids were soon clomping down the cellar stairs at Jarrod's, and geez, they were all boned up again! They did the typical boy-shuffle over to 'their' couch, and sat, arms around their shoulders for a few seconds.
Kyle reached over, and was first to begin undressing boy-Jar. Quick like a bunny, they were naked, squatting, facing each other at the center of the couch. Kyle took the lead now, and whirled his hand, and Jarrod turned around, his back to Kyle.
Kyle then snuggled up, dick-to-butt, scooted his palms under Jarrod's tail, and lifted, while Jarrod raised himself up a bit. Spit-slicking his cock, while Jarrod held himself up, he eased a finger into the boy's still-lubed hole, warming it up. That finger in there had the effect of a magic carpet on Jarrod.
The boy quickly shot up another couple inches with no help at all. Guiding his dick to Jarrod's pucker, Kyle eased it in a bit, and as Jarrod got comfortable, he just let himself slide down Kyle's rail. It might as well have been the 'third' rail, with the electric charge that shot through them.
Both kids let out a sigh of gratification, and rested. Kyle started licking Jarrod's neck and ears, and up into the buzz cut above his neck. He licked and kissed the boy's shoulders, then up his spine, from the mid-back to the neck, and back into his hair. Jarrod shivered all over.
All the while, Kyle was slowly rubbing Jarrod from crotch, balls and dick up to his nips and neck; over, and over. Jarrod was breathing at a pace just below a pant. His cock was steeled. As Kyle's hands reached his neck the next time, he pulled Jarrod down with him as they laid down, both on their backs, Jarrod on Kyle; Kyle in Jarrod.
"Ok, buddy?", Kyle asked. Jarrod nodded, his head hanging down against Kyle's, and cheek to cheek. Kyle tongued Jar's ear, and the kid moaned as he also felt Kyle's young pole flex in his butt. Kyle had his hands on Jarrod's hips, gripping tightly. Slowly, Kyle pulled the boy back to him, stopped, then pushed down again.
Jarrod rode the kid's pumper about an inch each way. Once again, and 2 inches. Jarrod smiled to himself, as he got the 'feel' of this new move Kyle had sprung on him. With that, and on the next pull, Jarrod pushed with his feet against the couch arm, and got a full 'root-ride' from his pal.
Synching, the heat started building, and chuggin', and oh, boy, were they fuckin'! "Oh, oh, ungh, ummm, oh Kyle, oh Kyle, shit, shit, damn, I'm fuckin' meeeee!"
With their bodies sweat-soaked, Jarrod was sliding on his buddy as easy as on one of those lawn water slides. Pushing off the couch arm, then riding back down that boy-rail....oh, god, each up-stroke pushed that 'magic button' deep in his hole. Kyle's legs crossed over Jarrod's body, and were kicking up and down reflexively, toes curled under, as Jar slid himself back and forth, over Kyle, along his prod.
Kyle was still tonguing Jar's ear, then burrowing into his neck, kissing it, and his cheek. "Uh, Jar, I'm close, bud, close. You? Ungh, uh, can't wait, uh, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhh, cummmminggg! Eeeaahh! Whewwww!".
Kyle pumped his boy shots into Jarrod, while taking Jar's whole ear in his mouth, licking, tonguing, and even chewing it! Jarrod was in full wick-wack, and was still pushing back and forth on Kyle's root, wailing on his cock for dear life.
"Uhhh! Cumming. Cumming! CUMMING!! Oh, god, oh, this is so good, good, sooooo good!" The scene was out of a fuckin' porno.
Two kids, screaming in ecstasy; the one, slither-fucking himself on top of the other one, pumping. Ear tonguing, mouths drooling, top boy shooting his load 3 feet in the air, bottom boy's legs and feet curling, kicking, and flailing. Jarrod's toes were clenched together, turned under, and wedged down between the couch-arm and seat.
The boys were soaked in sweat, breathless...and flying somewhere near the ceiling, on their magic carpet ride. Many moments passed, till finally Jarrod rolled off Kyle against the back of the couch. He kissed his buddy in many pecks about the face and neck, laying his arm across Kyle's chest, breathing normally, he looked down at Kyle, and said, "Now I know why they call it "FUCK!"
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