Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2003 10:42:08 EDT From: Jarrod749@aol.com Subject: Jarrod. Chapter 18. 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. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Jarrod. Chapter 18. Whew! Dust balls and vapor trails to the shower. They all three piled in and washing each other, there were fingers up holes and between toes, yanking cocks, tweaking nuts, and wet-willied ears. When they were all squeaky, Kyle and Jarrod dropped to their knees in front of Bart, and blowed them a boy. In no time, Bart was in the throes of a gut-wrenching, butt-bucking frenzy, with his cock locked inside the lips of 2 kids, two tongues swirling, rasping and whirling over his pumping teen cream. Rigid, with fingers dug into boy necks, toes curled under, the final shattering spasm felled Bart, and he dropped into the kids' arms. They both instinctively kissed his cheeks, and stood him up, washed his cock, and dried him off. Hauling the ragdoll of a boy out of the shower, they propped him up against the wall, while they dried each other off, and pulled his and their shorts on. Bart's eyes were closed, as he stood there in his aftercum daze. Jarrod playfully slapped his cheeks and said, "Comeon, boy...you'd think you just had'jer brains blowed out." They all yipped and yahhhed, hand-slappin', realizing that, of course...he had! Arms over their shoulders, they shuffled out into the hallway and three abreast headed for breakfast, and, maybe.....after.......another rub-a-dub-fuck? Jarrod. Chapter 18. "....rub our nakeds...you know?" The boys wolfed down everything in site, and after breakfast, headed out for the fort and the treehouse, still dressed in just shorts, and barefoot. They all sort of meandered around, handling the punishment pole here, the stocks there. Kyle found the hotdog they had stuck up Bart's shitter the night before and made him think he was eating. Bart asked Kyle if he could have some of the itching powder to take with him. Kyle promised to give him some.....hmmmm.....what's Bart got in mind here? Aimlessly wandering around the memories of yesterday, they straggled toward the treehouse ladder....and up. Don'tchu get a little tingle in the tip of your dick watching those young butts wiggin' and waggin' in those gym shorts, as they make their way up the ladder? Jarrod hopped up on the table, hanging his feet off, swinging back and forth, and Kyle sat in the cushion lawn chair, crossing one leg over the other, grabbing it's ankle. Bart just kept walking from the door to the window, and looking out, and around, and onto the deck they pissed off...he just loved being up there enjoying this super boy haunt. Kyle told Bart he was always welcome to come over if he wanted to hang out. Bart was so happy to made so welcome somewhere. "So Bart," Jarrod began, "you think you're gonna go back to the park shitter, sometime, or....?" "I don't know Jarrod. I really enjoyed the suckin', man......and the danger. It was scarey-exciting. I really was worried you guys might try to beat me up." "And you'd still chance that again," Kyle asked. "Yeh, maybe, I think," he said. "Can't 'splain it, I guess. Guys," he said as he sat to the floor crossing his legs under, "we had great play here yesterday, and stuff, and I loved it all. I know we all get horned up and stuff, and hard ons all the time, but, I really, always, want to play at it. I know you do too." The other kids nodded, absently rubbing their dicks. "Difference is though, looks like, you guys, it sort of, you do things, 'cuz it happens, or, maybe, like, it's by accident. I really need it! All the time....I'm always wantin' to blow this kid or that one." He looked down, almost sadly, then looked to each boy, first Jar....then Kyle....and a weak smile accompanied his saying, "I'll prob'ly die....with a dick in my mouth." There was a long silence. There were tents in 3 pairs of shorts. He looked down between his crossed legs, fingering his toes with his fingers. Without noticing, Jar and Kyle had gotten to the floor, stepped out of their shorts, and as their bare feet appeared in front of his own, which he was fingering, he looked up. Two hard, moist five inch boy dicks were lip high to a sitting cocksucker, and Jarrod and Kyle, yelled, "Eat cock, you fuckin' queer!" "God, you guys are the greatest," Bart squealed. "I'll give yuhz the best ever blowjobs.... geez," he gripped both boys by their cocks, and they both slightly buckled at the knees with his touch...."Unghch," they groaned, throwing arms over each other's shoulder. Bart's tongue was criss-crossing his lips....saliva filling his mouth. His eyes welled up as he pulled both dicks together and sucked the heads of both, scrambling to his knees. Kyle yelled, "Holy shit!" Squeezing tighter on Jarrod's shoulder, he said, "I almos' fell down!" "Me too," said Jarrod. The sensation of his best friend's cock rubbing against his own, as they got rasped, swabbed, swirled and vacuumed by fantastic boymouth, made each boy near crazed. In moments, they both had a hand to the back of Bart's head, and were trying to ram both dicks into his throat the same time. They felt soooo gooood.....so fast......so harrrrrd.... and they cummmed. Their whines of glee were beautiful harmony to Bart's ears. "Ohhhllwhoosheesh! Aiieengunghhh! Please. Pleeeeeease. Suck me. Suck me. Suck meeeee!!!!" the boys alternately and together sung out to their blow boy, with their heads flung back, eyed closed, in their mid-morning aftershoot. Bart wasn't done of course. Pulling both boys to the floor by their cocks, he laid them down together, nuts to nuts, crotch to crotch, and licked everything that touched. In a few moments, he pulled the boys up and had them hold each other's neck, with both hands, burrowed down and took them both off again. This time, as the boys made like 4th of July, they kissed long, hard and deep, bucking and buttflexing off of, and against the floor.....and after while, Jarrod pulled Bart's face and mouth to theirs and they held them a boy kiss for their scrapbook of memories. For long days and weeks, all three boys thought of and remembered fondly those last moments in Kyle's treehouse. Of course, Kyle and Jarrod had a lot more of their own, privately, and with other kids, over time, but they never saw Bart again. Bart left Kyle's that morning, filled with joy, cum, and a little baggie full of itchin' powder. Hmmmmm. He biked his way out onto the road with a wave to the kids from the drive, as he threw his leg over and sped out. As he got to the end of the block, and turned for home.....but then, he slowed, and turned, and headed for the park.... The kids ran up the stairs, thundered down the wide empty hall, and burst into the room, opening and slamming the door at the same time, and almost from the doorway, they dove with a "Phhhhrummphhh", to one of the twin beds. Ky rolled over on his back, worked his arms out of the robe, and lay naked on his back, pulling Jarrod to him, kissing him so deep, their hearts pounding, their breathing so short, they actually got faint. Jarrod sprung up finally, threw his robe over his shoulder, quickly followed by Kyle's feet. His prong searched for buddy pussy which he was gooing with spit soaked fingers. He was more than proud of his now, 7" Kyle pleaser, as he squeezed it and surged into his lifelong friend. "Oh Jarrod....fuck me man....fuck me so nice. I hope we can always fuck and happy for each other." He pulled his pumping friend to his chest and they rubbed their nakeds...their sweating, slippery nakeds back and forth, while Jarrod continued to buttflex his prick deep into Kyle. "Fuck you Kyle. I'll fuck you forever, you little bastard!" He rolled backward, pulling Ky along with him, and now Kyle was riding his manpole as he drove it up inside, looking up into his face. "Ky, come down and kiss me baby, I'm cumming and I want your tongue in my mouth with cum shooting in your ass." They kissed again. When they woke, the light was waning from the long day. The pomp from graduation long gone. The banging doors and yowling 'G'byes', 'Fuck you's', and all, echoed still, though dimly, in their ears. They'd no doubt never see even one of those dorm mates ever again. Over the 4 years, some many kids had gone to their knees to serve these manly boy beauties. Of course, Kyle and Jarrod returned a lot of favors, too. They were always discreet. They loved each other. As boys. As young men, now. The joy of boy sex was just that.......fuck-in' JOY! They would always treasure it. They would always be boys. They would always enjoy their boy sex. They both had been hired to different jobs, in different fields of technology, in different cities, in different states, and would always be getting together for some great funs and the memories of past ones. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck YOU! Jarrod. My cock can't never get enougha yur ass, dude!" Kyle was pounding his buddy's ass with reckless abandon. They would be driving home, following each other back home, to spend a few weeks with the folks, before leaving for their new lives. As Kyle sat on Jarrod's chest, rubbing his butt-slimy, cum-coated dick over his lips, he said, "Eat me, dude, like you ain't never done before. This, my man, is your graduation cock. "Blow my candle!!!" It's many years since, and Kyle and Jarrod are no less of boy friends and lovers in their new lives as grown men, than they were the day they found that 'Manplay' magazine in Kip's garage, all those many years ago. They phone, they e-mail, they share Nifty stories, and feelings, and they get together whenever they can, to, "Oh, Jarry, please....let me...you know....rub my naked....our nakeds on us. Jarry, I love when we..... our nakeds...you know?" "I know baby, I know....I love our nakeds.....too." Once a year, they wig and wag their boxer covered boy butts up to the treehouse, barefoot, to live it all over again, one more time....each time. Bye, boys. Most of you probably know I have been doing two other stories since I began Jarrod, but Jarrod was the first. So my special thanks to you all for reading my first ever try at writing anything. I hope you got funs from my stories, and at least as much as I got from writing 'em. My thanks to David @Nifty for accepting Jarrod for the Nifty library, and of course to Nifty, where because of the story of Jarrod, I found my only love. Again, my many, many thanks to you. Bye, boys.......Jarrod Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to Jarrod749@aol.com Negative or positive comments welcome.