Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 13:37:38 -0800 (PST) From: LJ Subject: The Dare (b/b mast YF) Copyright 2007 by LJ; all rights reserved. This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the author on any web site. This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting preteen boys. This material is protected under the first amendment to the constitution of the United States of America. If you are under age, the law says that I have to tell you to not read it. Write the word Flames in the subject if you are sending flames so I can get my medication out before reading. Disclaimer: If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading before the law comes and kicks your door down. This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen. At least not when I was there; bummer. Story codes: (b/b mast ages 9) *** I give out a loud yawn unable to help myself. It is almost a half an hour till recess, and I am bored stiff. Mr. Jones is going on, and on, and on about sentences, and adverbs. I look around and Martin is also yawning, though a bit more discretely with his hand over his mouth. To my right, Chris also catches the wave and yawns. "Tim, put your hand over your mouth if you have to yawn, please," Mr. Jones says looking right at me. "I don't want to have to see what you had for breakfast." The whole class irrupts with laughter, and that sort of dispels the sleepy waves. He is about to go on with his lecture when the intercom beeps. Grabbing the phone, he talks into it for a second. "Okay boys, you sit quietly, and I do mean quietly while I go and take an emergency phone call." Says Mr. Jones after he hangs up the phone. Immediately, I can see Martin grin from ear to ear. Then he turns to Chris. Truth or dare?" Martin asks Chris the moment Mr. Jones steps out of the classroom to take the call. "Truth" Chris answers grinning. "I dare you to take your dick out right here and jack off." Martin says. "He is not going to do that dude!" Jeremy cries out excitedly. "Dude, shut up! Just watch," Martin answers. "I can see Chris is turning it over in his head. Then he nods. "Okay, scoot close though so nobody will see." He says. I move closer to him so that I am right next to him. Like me, Chris and the rest of the guys are nine-years-old. We are the first school in town to have reverted to the segregated way. The school system has decided to split the sexes apart. There are 20 boys in our class, and the girls go to the next class room over. However, rather than making us boys stick together more, the school officials would report at the end of the year that there was an increase in sexual activity by both groups both hetero and homo sexual contact, even in the earliest grades in elementary. Very quietly and with no explanation to the parents, the school went back to the normal way at the start of the next year. But more on that some other time. Chris has pulled his pants open and standing up pulls them down along with his undies to reveal a very hard looking three inch uncut boner. We try not to cheer, but the excitement is such that a few of the boys do. His cock is about the width of a magic marker, like mine and the rest of ours. It points straight forward as straight as an arrow. Then he is making a fist around it with his right hand, then lifting his cock so that it points to the sky, he starts jacking it up and down slowly. Everybody gets really quiet and moves closer still. Then Chris gives us a very naughty smile. "Just wait till it is your turn dude," He says looking at Martin who's own sweats are bulging with his own hard on. "You are going to shit your pants." Shit as I look around, ten nine-year-old boys are standing in a circle watching and some stroking their own cocks through their clothes. "Yeah dude!" Jeremy almost shouts. "Keep it down stupid!" Martin whispers. Around us, the rest of the boys seem to be doing their own work, or quietly talking and ignore us. We are the gang after all, and keep to ourselves. Chris is still going at it slowly, but his face is turning red suddenly. Then he is jacking his little cock a bit faster and as it gets quiet, we can all hear as his hand slaps over and over on his hairless pelvis. It sounds so cool, the sound of a fourth grader jacking off. I am next to him, so can see the full action and even hear and smell him. He smells clean, with only a slight scent of sweat. "Go Chris, go Chris, go Chris!" Jeremy, Matt, and Martin start cheering quietly. "OH dude, it feels fucking awesome!" Chris exclaims. "I am actually going to get the tickles, I think." He says, his eyes open wide. Things like that are perhaps what make one into what one will be for the rest of one's life. We all were getting off as much on watching him masturbate as he was getting off on being watched. He doubles his speed, and truly starts pounding his little cock. This time he starts to really make noise as he gets into it. "Hnnn, oh yeah! Oh yeah! Hun! Yes!" He keeps going. "Yeah dude! Make it happen!" Martin cries out his own hand gripping his cock through his pants. I notice Matt and Ken are actually gripping each others cocks through their own clothes and are intently trying to stimulate each other as they watch. "OH man! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!... Yeah... Fuck!" Chris cries under his breath as he starts to cum. His little pelvis pushes forward and he starts to pump his hips making coupling motions even as his right fist is a blur up and down, up and down on his fourth grader cock. "Oh fuck! Urrnnn!" He cries out as he milks the last of his tickles. Just then Matt comes as well. Incredibly I see Ken pull his hand away and a wet spot starts to spread in the front of Matt's pants. "Oh dude! You can actually make it squirt!" Martin cries out in amazement. My mouth is watering as much as for what I have witnessed as for Matt's sudden ejaculation. I want to go to him and yank his pants down and lap up whatever cum he just shot out of his cock during his orgasm. He would later on let me of course, and like Ken, I would become one of the best cock suckers ever to leave Brimstone elementary. Little Chris is quickly wiping the sweat off his brow, and then yanking his pants back up. I can see Martin is about to cum but just then the door opens, and Mr. Jones steps into the room. Little boy hands come away from the fronts of little pants as if spring loaded. Chris and Matt are still very flushed. They are both still trying to catch their breath. Matt quickly sits down to hide the evidence of his orgasm. Mr. Jones looks over at us even as his lips pull back in a knowing smile. "Get back to your seats all of you." He says sternly, but his smile never leaves his lips. "Can't leave you along for even one minute." "Time to get to work." He goes on. We all scatter back to our seats giving each other winks from time to time and pointing. My own cock is still very hard, and I count the minutes till recess so I can go and jack off in the boy's bathroom.