Date: Tue, 05 Nov 2002 21:42:40 -0600
From: Jarrod x <jarrod115@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarrod

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.


Young Kyle, his cute, lithe, body bouncing up and down in his buddy's lap,
impaled on 7 inches of smooth, rock-hard, boy-dick, was just so all boy. His
dark brown, straight hair laid flat, but splayed all over his head, in all
directions at once, and down onto his forehead. With each bounce, his hair
rose and fell, above the top of his head, with a life of its own, only to
repeat the motion over and over.

The boy's skin had the sheen from a light sweat. It shone from the afternoon
sunlight streaming in the upstairs bedroom window. His slightly turned-up
nose and sprinkling of freckles, were the perfect accents to that
cute-as-a-bug face. His mouth was hanging open a bit, his tongue moving in
and out between his lips, with an occasional lick across them; his eyes
glazed over.

His buddy, Jarrod, was a dirty blond, brush-cut kid, with that little Caesar
turn-up at the hairline. He had a perfect, straight nose. His tongue was
hanging out of his mouth, while his head lurched side-to-side on Kyle's bed
pillow. He sucked for breaths, in a kind of wild delirium. Jarrod was
getting real close, and wasn't going to try to prolong his pleasure. He
wanted to get off, and get off now!

The pleasure of Jarrod's near frenzy was not lost on Kyle. Although he was
off in some other boy dream world, his right hand was a blur, whipping that
young, 5 1/2" cut dick of his toward to that ultimate, joyous ecstasy, he
achieved, easily, five times a day. Where Jarrod's body was more developed
than was Kyle's, both boys shared a wiry, firmness. They also displayed the
enviable 6-pack abs that active boys usually have, with Jarrod showing a
meatier look.

Both boys were 5' 9", and at the moment, on fire! Well, how did they get to
this point, this afternoon? It was school day. Junior high. They've been
bored to tears all day in classes; all cooped up in their tighty whities;
rubbing their crotches incessantly; working themselves up to hair-trigger
intensity, culminating in their charging up the aisle and off that school
bus. Then there was the race to Kyle's house. Door--stairs--bedroom, and at
last, Kyle's dive onto his bed, immediately followed by Jarrod's leapfrog
astride his buddy.

They both hit the bed, successively, with such force, that it slammed the
few inches to the baseboard with the sound of a double thunderclap. Both
Jarrod's hands squirmed under Kyle's waist and pulled open the jeans button,
groped for the fly, pulled the zip tag down, and with one motion, pulled the
boy's pants and briefs all the way down his legs. He yanked off the sneaks,
socks and pants in a flash, with the kid's clothes flying everywhere.

In 15 seconds, Kyle was butt naked, with only a T-shirt adorning the
squealing teen. Pulling himself up to stand on his knees, Jarrod stripped
off his shirt, yanked open his pants, rolled over on his back, next to his
prone buddy, practically breathless, threw his feet in the air, and pulled
off his own sneaks and pants. He looked over to his right with a mischievous
leer on his face, then he half-lurched, half-rolled over onto his pal since
kindergarten.

"Unghh" grunted Kyle, under Jarrod's weight. Snuggling his hands up under
Kyle's shirt, Jarrod pushed it up and over his head, off his arms, and
swirled it off into the air, off the wall. Pinned under Jarrod, Kyle
squirmed, lustfully mashing his young cock into the bedspread, oozing an
incessant stream of pre-cum. Not forgetting his ride-on pal, his wriggling
wormed Jarrod's dick delightfully into the crack of his bubble-butt,
bringing Jarrod oh, so close!

In a flash, and with great self-control, Jarrod sprang up and slid his face
down and in between Kyle's thighs, elbowing them wide apart, nuzzling his
tongue right up his bud's crack. He worked that tongue up, then down, and
back again, over and over, and spreading those cheeks wider and wider.
Finally, Kyle's young pucker was staring back at him.

He teased the hairless, little jewel till it was convulsing all on its own.
Jarrod pulled back to enjoy that site he dreamed about, and loved so much.
Kyle, who had been moaning into his pillow, was now whimpering from this
pleasure overload, as his buddy's tongue sank into his boy pussy. Jarrod
wormed around inside that love chute, actually tonguing Kyle's insides.

"Ohhhh, no" whined Kyle, "I can't take it any more. Ohhhhh!" To add abuse to
ecstasy, Jarrod mouthed his index finger, and then slid it into his bud's
hole, alongside his tongue. As he got it in all the way, his tongue now out
of the boy, he wiggled it around and around, only intermittently rubbing
into that hot spot on each pass, making Kyle bounce each time he mashed it.
"Aaaaghh" groaned Kyle, all but out of his mind by now. Jarrod quickly
lurched back and up on his haunches, pulled Kyle's legs, one over the other,
and the spun the kid over on his back.

Before Kyle realized what happened, Jarrod wolfed down the kid's nuts, while
squeezing the fingers of one hand down hard around Kyle's hair-trigger cock,
which was pressed firmly against his belly. With Kyle's sigh, Jarrod knew he
had staved off his impending cum, and now he could direct his full attention
to his buddy's balls. He was rolling them around in his mouth, giving them a
fabulous tongue wash.

Occasionally, he would stick his tongue up firmly between Kyle's balls, and
up as high in the nut sack as he could get. This always elicited a moan from
his buddy, and satisfaction to Jarrod that he was pleasuring his best friend
so much. Removing his finger, with Kyle feeling that disappointing
emptiness, Jarrod, back up on his knees again, scrunched forward. They could
almost feel the frenzied lust ebbing; about to be replaced with the pure
love they had for each other.

Of course, they didn't know what these feelings were, it was just.......
Jarrod gripped his cock and guided it to that boy pussy winking in front of
him. Instinctively, Kyle resisted the intruder for those few tense moments,
as both boys' faces tightened up under strain, with their teeth bared and
clenched. Jarrod was squeezing his boy pole purple as he relentlessly
pressed on, begging Kyle, "Push out, bud. Let me in".

Then, "Aaaahhh!", groaned Jarrod as he successfully popped the head in, and
started to inch down into that cavern of pleasure. Kyle yelped at entry, but
soon was feeling Jarrod's gentle, soothing penetration. Jarrod bottomed with
his balls against his bud's ass, then continued forward in one motion till
their chests touched and his tongue burrowed into Kyle's mouth.

"Ooh, Jar, fuck meee!" Kyle pleaded, with tears running down his cheeks and
sheer passion in his eyes. He unconsciously humped up against Jarrod trying
to jump-start his buddy into action. Jarrod licked Kyle's face, and the
tears, saying "Shhhh" as he started the rocking motion that would eventually
bring them to the moment they 'd been dreaming about all day.

Once Jarrod got into a smooth rhythm, he slowed down and long-dicked his
buddy, maximizing his pleasure. He'd come out just past the rim of his cock
head, before surging back in, maximizing that electrifying tingle in his
cock that resonated down to, and curling his toes. At the same time, it
amplified the pleasure-pain he supplied to his pal. Kyle's expression was
one of intensity, as he stared up at the smiling Jarrod.

Jarrod was up on his knees now in full rut. One thing about these two: no
matter how excited they got, somehow their minds alerted them to make sure
they were sharing the pleasure. Again, smiling down at Kyle, Jarrod pursed
his lips into an imaginary kiss, and said, "I'm ready to blow bud. Are you
there yet?"

"Yuh, y-y-yuh, ungh, yeah. Oh. Now!' Kyle answered, as he grabbed his wick
and sprayed that boy cum all over the place. "Aiiieee! I love this so much".
As he shot off, Kyle's butt pulsed and squeezed Jarrod's meat, pushing his
buddy over the edge. In the next moment, Jarrod's load squirted up his
buddy's canal in about seven spurts. While Kyle was in near meltdown, Jarrod
was just feeling his oats.

He arched back, drew in a big breath, reached his arms down under Kyle's
upper back and pulled him right up into his lap, his boy-rod still firmly
rooted in his buddy's ass. As he shoved his tongue into Kyle's mouth, he
whirled around on his ass so that now he was facing the bottom of the bed,
and Kyle, still in his lap, was facing the headboard. Jarrod sucked the air
of Kyle's mouth with a big, "Smack!"

Then, with that boyishly, fiendish smile, he eased himself down onto his
back, and with one humping thrust, served notice on Kyle that Round Two was
underway. "Ungh, ungh ungh!" Jarrod grunted, as he started humping his
partner in earnest. Little by little, Kyle regained his strength, and began
bobbing along with Jarrod, pushing up with his feet against the mattress and
his hands on Jarrod's chest. Kyle, finally in full control of the action,
was bouncing up and down on his buddy's pole with ever, increasing speed and
intensity, his fist a blur, whacking his pud.

Hey! This is where we joined the story, remember? Jarrod wanted to get off,
and get off now! Kyle was pulling his pud with furious abandon. Jarrod
slammed up into his pal, zeroing in on Kyle's hot spot, and both boys,
erupted with deep, throaty growls, "Aarrrghhhhhh!" As they shot off
simultaneously.

One thing about young guys, they can cum almost as big a load the second
time as the first. Boy did they cum! Kyle's butt was in overflow from the
load Jarrod was shooting up inside him, again. Kyle sprayed his chest,
Jarrod's face, neck, chest, and belly, squeezing the last drops of his load
into Jarrod's belly button. Kyle eased down on to his side, pulling Jarrod
over to lie face-to-face with him.

Jarrod's cock had eased out of Kyle, as the kid rolled off him. The boys
pecked each other's lips and face, then just looked at each other in
silence. Finally coming out of his trance, Kyle looked at the clock and knew
they still had an hour before anyone got home. Jarrod followed his eyes, and
looked questioningly at Kyle. Kyle just shook his head, meaning, "Nothing".
Jarrod broke the silence,

"Should we nap, shower, or what?" Kyle broke out in a shit eatin' grin, and
he dove for Jarrod's cum-slicked, oozing cock, and said, "Or what". He
sucked in the boy's dick, swirling his tongue around, getting every last
remnant of cum. Then he worked up his belly and chest, first slurping his
boy-goop out of Jarrod's belly button. He even cleaned the cum leakage off
the bedspread.

How proud his Mom would be if she knew how neat her boy was. Not to be
outdone, Jarrod squirreled around behind the little spread-licker, and
started licking the ooze starting to stream from Kyle's pucker. That job
nicely done, he pulled Kyle around to the butt-cum-drool on the spread
behind him, and set his little vacuum-boy-mouth into motion. Kyle watched
from the bed as Jarrod got up and dressed; playing absently with his dick.

Jarrod didn't bother with his briefs or socks, stuffing them his pockets,
zipped up and went for the bedroom door, as Kyle jumped up. They bounded
down the stairs together to the front door. Jarrod gripped his buddy by the
back of the neck, and pressed his lips and tongue into Kyle's mouth. The
boys dueled tongues for a moment, and Jarrod took Kyle's cock in his hand,
bent down, kissed it and tongued his little slit. Kyle moaned, and said " If
you don't stop, its goanna be Round Three!"

Jarrod was up and out the door, saying "Can't wait till tomorrow". Kyle,
still naked, whipped his 5 1/2 inches at him, and said "You know it".


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