Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 20:33:31 -0600
From: Jarrod x <jarrod115@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarrod   Chapter two

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.


JARROD: Retrospective.

Chapter 2:


These two kids are so much alike it's scary. As Kyle's door closed behind
him, Jarrod bounded down the driveway, to the street, on Cloud 69. He had
about a 10-minute walk home, and his mind started to drift back to that
afternoon when it all started. "Geez, an eternity," he thought. "It's been
TWO years". He just absently, looked up into the sky, closed his eyes,
puffed out his cheeks and blew out a big breath.

He just shook his head, like he didn't believe something he was just told.
His aimless ambling was taking him home, in a trance, as his hands
unconsciously eased into his jeans pockets to see what they might find.
Meanwhile, Kyle, at the window, and still enjoying that freedom a boy feels
when he's naked, was massaging his peter as Jarrod's image became smaller
and smaller, away from him. He finally turned to go back upstairs to relive
today's 'games'.

As he started up the stairs, just like Jarrod, his mind wandered back to
that same afternoon. He got goose bumps, shivered and shook himself all
over. A seemingly innocent find had brought him, and Jarrod, to the brink of
the never-ending ecstasy, that they have mutually enjoyed, practically
non-stop, since that afternoon. Wildly alert again, he took the last few
steps, two at a time, hustling down to his room, and closing the door, he
leaned back against it. He shivered from its coolness against his bare back.

He inhaled the lingering smells of boy, and sweat, and sex, in the room. He
padded over to the side of the bed, and leaning down, ran his hands over the
spread, barely touching it, as if to miraculously be able draw out the
images of excitements gone by there. "Aahhh," he sighed, as he lowered his
face to the bed, lying down. He pressed his nose down, sliding it right up
the spread, inhaling all the boy-smells there; his, Jarrod's, and their sex.

Rolling over on his back, rubbing himself, he closed his eyes. Just like it
was yesterday, the TV in his mind switched on. There, on the screen was
Jarrod, himself, and Kip, and a lot of innocent, 13-year-old giggling,
pushing, slapping and shoving around. You know. Kip now had Jarrod in a sort
of headlock. Jarrod was about 3" taller than Kip, and just like with Kyle,
Jarrod always was just that little bit stronger and he just took the both of
them to the floor, knocking the wind out Kip, more from surprise than force.

Well, Kyle was not in the mood, bored, and told the boys he was packing it
in and going home. "See ya tomorrow, guys." The boys looked out from under
each other's arms and legs. Jarrod wrenched himself loose from Kip, jumped
up, and was in Kyle's footsteps in a flash, yelling "Later, Kipper". The
boys headed out the back way of Kip's house like usual. This took them
through the garage to the street. As the two boy clowns bumped, and
back-kicked each other's butt's, the noise of their squealing kid voices
echoed in the garage. They were passing a pile of papers and magazines, and
Kyle thought he saw a sports magazine sticking out near the bottom of the
pile. He pushed Jarrod away from him and bent down to see what treasure he
had spied. With a jerk, he pulled the magazine out, and the cover looked
sort of like a body builder deal.

It showed a youngish guy, posed, in a Speedo-kind of thing. The right corner
of the cover was torn, so the title was partly gone. What was left of the
title said, 'Manp..'. Standing up, with Jarrod over his shoulder, he opened
it up. Nothing surprising in the first couple of interview-type, photo-shoot
pages. They were standing in the middle of the garage when Jarrod reached
out, and turned up the next page, looking under as best he could while Kyle
was still on the up-turned one. "Ho-leee!" Jarrod almost whispered.

Kyle whipped the page over and they both gawked at this young guy, sitting
on a stool, legs spread, and with his fingers wrapped around the biggest
redwood the boys had ever seen. They had not had the chance to see men hard
before, either of them. But geez, nothing was left to the imagination here.
That fuckin' thing took up the whole page, or so it seemed to the two
wide-eyed boys. Kyle stared alarmed into Jarrod's eyes, silently asking,
"Holy shit! What is this? What do we do with it? Should we take it?" All in
one expression.

Jarrod, never shy about taking a risk, grabbed the magazine, pulled up his
shirt, and stuffed it down the front of his pants, as he grabbed the
shoulder of Kyle's T-shirt and pulled, as they took off out of the garage on
the dead run. As they got to the street, questions on their faces were,
"Where?" Together, their eyes as wide as saucers, they said, "The woods!"
Whew! If you think Superman has the corner on FAST, you got another think
coming.

These two pint-sized dynamos, were vapor trails to the woods behind Kyle's
house. They ran, jumped, stumbled and bumbled the four blocks to Kyle's
house, yard, and then down into the woods. They played war and other
hide-and-seek boy stuff in there for years, but usually, right near the
edge, where the brush wasn't so built up. Boy, they both knew they wanted to
be hidden for this deal. They charged right through the area they always
played in, and ran another 20-30 yards deep, and half lunged, half sprawled
to the ground in front of a big, old tree, the trunk of which seemed just a
little smaller than that guy's cock, in the picture.

Jarrod whipped the magazine out from under his shirt, and Kyle grabbed it
and spread it out, starting with the page that started this wild hysteria.
Both prone, propped up on their elbows, magazine between them, they were
staring at the page. Kyle said, "Say when." In a few seconds, Jarrod said,
"when," and Kyle turned the page. "Jeee-susss!" Jarrod wheezed, holding his
breathe; heart pounding. Both their mouths went dry; faces clammy. Before
them was a double-page spread of sequence photos. They showed that same guy,
in a stroke-by-stroke, beat off.

It included, distant shots, moving closer, fading back, and showing the
guy's expressions. The facial looks ran the gamut, from blank stare, to
clenched-teeth strain, to pleasure, including the gazing smile. The kids
were nuts! They were so excited. They were cold....and sweaty. They felt
like they couldn't breathe. Jarrod tried to speak, and just gawked in a sort
of gag. He swallowed, and tried again, "when," he hoarse-whispered. Kyle's
trembling hand turned the page. They were both shaking out of their skins.
"Oh my God!" They screamed together.

There were two sequence photos. The left-hand page showed the guy with his
hand up just under the crown of his cut dick, and his index finger right up
against that special spot on the bottom side. Looking at him, his face was
in a mild strain, dick pointing up in front of his belly button, and God,
there was even some ooze glistening at the tip. His knees were pulled up, so
you could see his whole body in a near-open fetal position. The bottoms of
his perfect feet were in the shot, showing the puffy balls at the end of his
toes. His toes splayed out on his left foot.

The right foot, off to the side of the pictures, had all his toes curled
under, with the big toe rigidly straight up. The guy's balls were real
close, pulled up tight to the base of his dick. You could see his pucker
with just a wisp of hairs around it. But the right-hand page is what blew
the kids' socks off. The scene was almost identical; a bit closer, but with
a shooting cum-shot half the height of the whole picture. The guy's body was
in practically the identical position as the left-hand page showed. It was
clear these shots were taken practically heartbeats apart.

The boys had been rigid through their entire assimilation of the scenes
before their eyes. As they started to come down from the high of the anxiety
they had been living through here, their toes unclenched, and flexed in
their sneaks. They started to breathe a little more relaxed, and it seemed
they just sighed, and cleared their throats at the same time. Both kids
found themselves mashing their jeans crotches, with their dicks buried
inside them, against the ground. They were wiggling around a bit, too.
Without looking up, Kyle stared hard in front of him, not seeing anything,
and blushed a bright red.

Jarrod, more the extrovert, had just gotten through the same embarrassment
Kyle was going through. Maybe they both thought they pissed their pants.
Maybe they WANTED to think they pissed their pants. Jarrod just knew. Kyle
didn't know what he thought. Scared, but he didn't know, of what. DAMN! They
had cum! Jarrod, that blunt little bastard, looked right into his
crimson-faced bud's eyes. "You cummed, didn't you!" scaring the boy into the
present.

"Uh, I, umm, I dunno!" Kyle mumbled. Jarrod pushed him over onto his back.
He yanked open his button, unzipped him, pulled the fly open, and stared at
the kid's shorts. He knew they'd be wet, but what surprised him was that
there was obvious ooze coming right through the cloth. Kyle's dick was lying
to the left, in the goo. Jarrod, that fiend, dipped his finger into it, and
smelled it. They had never even touched each other before, and look what was
happening here.

He did it again, only he really mashed around getting as much as he could on
and around his finger, and put it up under Kyle's nose. Kyle turned away for
a second, and then, revealing that turn-on he didn't know about, turned back
for another sniff; a real sniff this time. You just knew it. Jarrod held the
finger to his bud's nose, and on the count of three, shoved it in his mouth.
God, I knew that little punk would do that.

Now you have to think about what's been going on here. They've never touched
each other before. They're only on pages 4 and 5, of that magazine, and they
have already been to that other world. They didn't even know what they were
feeling. They knew about cumming.......sort of, mostly from boy talk with
other kids; particularly the kids with older brothers. Kyle was sucking his
buddy's finger; gazing stupidly up into his face. Jarrod knew something was
happening here. He knew it was good, and bad.

He liked it....knew Kyle did, too....whatever it was. He slipped in another
finger. He was thinking, "What the hell am I doing? What's Kyle doing?" A
third finger....a fourth. Kyle's gaze up at him was mesmerizing to Jarrod.
Kyle was trance-like. a swoon. Slowly, Jarrod moved his fingers over his
pal's tongue, and down the back of his mouth. Kyle subconsciously licked
them; Jarrod just kept them still. He looked down, past Kyle's head, where
the magazine was lying, both pages still laid out, with that guy still
getting off, in all his glory. He leaned over to turn some pages.

Kyle was unmoved, still working on Jarrod's fingers, even sticking his
tongue between them. This was really something, and they didn't even grasp
it. That kid, with his best friend's fingers deep in his mouth....the
fingers now, sort of easing in and out, just about an inch in, an inch out,
and rubbing Kyle's now furiously licking tongue....was drooling! Oh my! This
was definitely bigger than both of them. All of a sudden, Jarrod jerked full
up on his knees, yanking his hand out of Kyle's mouth.

He scared Kyle. Jarrod moved so fast, Kyle thought somebody had sneaked up
on them. Kyle raised his head up quick, whipped his head, side-to-side, like
the spectators at a tennis match. Seeing nothing and no one, he looked back
up at Jarrod with a questioning look on his face. "Ohhhh! Holy....I've never
seen anything like that!" Jarrod was holding the magazine in front of his
face, opened to another 2-page spread of mutual jacking, 69 scenes, and
rimming.

Visibly shaken from excitement, Kyle sat up, and yanked over the next page,
which slipped through Jarrod's grip. "Aaaaaaah!, he screamed. "Look at
THIS!" Jarrod snapped the magazine around. There, before his disbelieving
eyes, was a set of serial shots, of two guys, one the cover guy, as the
bottom, fucking doggy style, on the left page. Geeeeeez. But the right-hand
page had them practically, in a ball, missionary, with the bottom guy's butt
high in the air.

He was all the way up on his shoulders, with the top guy up on the balls of
his feet; legs stretched straight back....and he was pounding down into the
bottom guy. The bottom's face, tense; the top's, a smile. The picture was
taken with the top's dick a good ways out of the bottom's hole. You could
even see the bottom's butt-hole skin wrapping around the top's dick as it
pulled out. Kyle reached up and tugged at the bottom of the magazine, which
Jarrod let go. Kyle motioned for his buddy to sit down.

Jarrod kneeled down, resting back on his heels, between Kyle's extended
legs. Jarrod's hands gripped Kyle's legs just below the knees. Kyle's pants
were still wide open; his shorts still soggy, and his crotch feeling damp
and cold. Kyle was holding the magazine open, with his eyes moving from the
pictures, to Jarrod, and back, over and over......and over. Jarrod, his eyes
burning into Kyle's, reached out and put his left hand in his buddy's
cummed-up crotch, and rubbed back and forth.

He rubbed the front of his own jeans with his right hand, and said, "I
cummed myself up, too". Kyle just held his eyes, with a pleading query
there, begging to himself, "Jarrod, please, can we do thi....". Jarrod
interrupted Kyle's silent plea, and with just the slightest uncertainty,
asked, "Wanna?". Kyle was so excited he froze. Then he screamed and jumped
forward, knocking his buddy to the ground, landing full length on top of
him. He grabbed the sides of Jarrod's head. Their faces, an inch apart.

Kyle eased down and put his lips on Jarrod's. Just a little, and after
several seconds, their lips opened, tongues accidentally touching. Kyle
pulled back in surprise. Jarrod scrunched up his face, in that "What'sa
matter?" Look. Kyle eased back down again. Tongues touched, rubbed, and
finished their first-ever kiss with a little, almost soundless smack. They
were rubbing their bodies against each other, but still while exciting,
there was more confusion than sensibility or sexuality. Jarrod asked,
"When". "It's too late today," Kyle said. "I gotta get home in a hurry.
Tomorrow. Right after school."

"Where," Jarrod asked. "Your house" said Kyle. "The cellar". Jarrod said,
"Good. I'll be there"......and they both bust out laughing at Jarrod's
stupid humor. Holding on to each other, they stood up, and without a
thought, leaned in to each other, and kissed lightly, again. "Uhh, what do
we do with this?" Jarrod held up the magazine. Kyle thought, then said,
"There's nobody home at your house yet. You can get it into a good hiding
place, without having to worry who's gonna bust ya. A good hiding place, ya
hear?"

"I hear. I hear. OK," answered Jarrod. They had started to walk through the
woods now, and not far from their little 'play war' zone, Kyle grabbed
Jarrod's arm, and pulled him in front of him. "Umm, Jar, would you do me a
favor?" Jarrod nodded, and asked "what?" "Back there," he looked back over
his shoulder, "You, uh, you know, um, touched me?" Jarrod got nervous. "Oh,
God...he thinks I'm weird. Why'd I do that? I should never have touched him.

But wait a minute. He kissed me. First even." For those scoring at home, we
had three 'firsts' for our kids that day: the 'touch', and the kiss, and the
cum-licking. Anyway, Kyle said, "Can I....touch you?" Jarrod was so glad,
his friend wasn't going to call him out for weirding him up, he whipped open
his pants, grabbed his buddy's hand, and stuffed it up against the damp,
sticky spot on his shorts. Then he leaned over, gave his bud a peck on the
cheek. "There Kyle, now we're cum brothers!" Kyle put his hand up to his
nose, as Jarrod zipped up, and stuffed the magazine inside his waistband.

When Jarrod saw what his buddy was doing, he took Kyle's hand, putting all
four fingers in his mouth, and pushed them to the back, sucking just like
his buddy had. "Geez, that makes me feel good," Jarrod thought. HOT is the
word, but the kid didn't know that yet. They turned and walked out of the
woods into Kyle's yard. Arms draped over each other's shoulders, they broke
apart as Jarrod left for home, and Kyle went toward the back door.

Kyle warned him to hide the 'manual' real good. Jarrod stopped, and said,
"You can trust me". They stared at each other a second and those wacky kids
ran at each other one more time. In a ladder-grip to each other's shoulders,
both breathless, foreheads together, and shaking anew, Jarrod said, "Oh,
Kyle, I can't wait, can you?"

"Me neither," said Kyle, 'I'm already crazy". Kyle pushed him away, and
Jarrod turned and ran home, as fast as he could, all the way. Breathless, he
fell against the door to his empty house, ran and stumbled up the stairs,
and into his room. Tired, and sweaty, he fell on the bed. Tears were running
down his cheeks, as he buried his head in the pillow which muffled his cry
of, "Oh Kyle, I can't wait ....I don't want to wait....till tomorrow!" There
was another damp pillow, four blocks away, emitting the muffled wails of
another boy....

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