Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2007 13:54:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Lord Jerig <lordjerig@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dare 1.2: (b/b oral, mast)

Copyright 2007 by LJ; all rights reserved.

 This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the
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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.

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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.

*** Note ***

To readers:

Please keep in mind that I am a writer of erotic fiction.  I am not an
advisor on how to catch the attention of the love of your life, so stop
asking me to help with your current crush.

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	I am adding this section at the request of a reader who suggested,
and very aptly pointed out my mistake on jumping from one part to the next.

Though this chapter is a bridge between The dare 1, and The Dare 2, I have
tried to leave enough room so that each chapter can be read as a single
story.  Nonetheless, some may want to read from the start to figure out all
the characters should you wish to follow the story arc.

Please keep your suggestions coming as the last two chapters were written
mostly by the readers.  I just added the stuff around it.

L J
lordjerig@yahoo.com

The Dare Chapter 1.2

Story codes: (b/b, oral, mast ages 9)


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	I brought an apple, and a banana to eat as a snack during recess,
but I forgot all about them.  I felt so turned on replaying over, and over
in my head what had just happened with Chris. I could not get the picture
out of my head of the way his face looked as he started to cum.  Also, my
mind kept flashing back to Matt, and Ken.  The way Ken had groped Matt
through the front of his pants, just as Matt was doing to him.

	Then the surprised expression on Ken's face when Matt had cum, and
no doubt he felt a bit of a wet spot as it spread and soaked through his
pants.

	Shit!  Each time I replayed the whole thing, my cock throbbed.  I
found myself pressing my legs together to try to contain the sudden need to
jack off.  Each time I pressed my legs together, my cock pushed upward
rubbing against my undies, and shooting a burst of pleasure through my
cock.

	Meanwhile, Mr. Jones keeps going on with his droning lecture.  I
start to let my head move forward towards the desktop where my note book
lays, a pencil laying across it.  I feel my face heat up even as I keep
pressing my legs together.  I tighten the muscles of my butt and pelvis to
make my cock flex and jump in my undies.  It's a good thing Mr. Jones was
so caught up in writing on the black board, and the rest of the boys were
closely watching him.  Not me, not horny little Tim who was so turned on by
the images of Chris, and Matt's orgasms.

	Fucking!  The bell rings making me jump out of my day dream, and
almost causing me to piss my pants.  I must have jumped in my chair.  Chris
turns his head and looks at me.  I shrug my shoulders.  Blushing, I quickly
stash my note book into my backpack, and push the backpack under the desk.

	Then I stand up and with out looking at anybody I run out of the
room.  I come out of the classroom, and make a left, then run like hell
towards the boy's bathroom. Because our school is the largest elementary in
town, we actually have three boy's bathrooms, and three girl's.  So I avoid
the nearest ones, and hit the one closest to the street as it is the
farthest one, and less likely to be swarming with kids.

All the time, I am painfully aware of my hardon which keeps pressing
against my undies as I run.

	I come into the bathroom to find most of the urinals occupied.  I
also find all three of the cubicles closed.

	'Shit!'  I want to scream, my cock is starting to hurt.  I need to
cum now!

	Little by little the urinals start to be vacated.  And soon, there
are only two little boys who look to be in the second grade left.

	I notice that they have finished urinating, and are surreptitiously
sneaking looks at each others wee-wees.  I pretend to look away, and turn
my head for a moment to look at the doors to the toilets.  Then very slowly
I turn my head back.  Both seven-year-olds are standing a bit closer
together, and have moved so that they try to block my view with their
bodies.  But I can still see that they each are now holding each other's
little cocks.  They whisper something, then they let go of each other.  One
of them then turns and looks straight at me.  He has his hand in front of
his cock, covering it.  Then he moves his hand away from his penis flashing
me quickly before pulling his pants up.  I note with excitement that his
cock is just as big as my own.  The other little boy pulls his pants up and
quickly walks to the sink to wash his hands.

	For a moment the little flasher stands there looking at me.  Then
he smiles once he realizes he is not going to get beat up.  I manage to
give him a wink before he turns away and walks to join his mate.

	One of the cubicles opens and a grim looking boy steps out.  He is
walking kind of funny and I wondered if he was constipated or something.
>From inside another of the toilets, somebody farts loudly making all of us
laugh, except for the sickly looking boy.  I notice even as he walks to the
sink that his eyes are red as if he had been crying.

	"Good one dude," A hidden voice calls out from the second toilet.

	"I know man, your turn," A boy yells back from the closest toilet.

	I give the two younger kids a nod as they are about to leave, then
quickly step into the vacant toilet and slam the door shut.  Just then I
realize why the kid looked so off and out of it.  He forgot to flush the
toilet, and I can see a bit of blood in what he has left behind.  EW!  I
hate the sight of blood.  I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I wondered what had happened to the kid.  He looked to be about ten or so,
older than me, but he came out looking very puny and dejected.

	Next door, another toilet flushes, and the door opens.  I quickly
unlock the door and step out.  I almost bump into the boy as he is coming
out of the next one in my rush to get into it.  Ain't no way I am going to
jack off in a toilet cube where there is blood.  The kid stops and gives me
a dirty look.  He looks to be about eleven or so, probably a sixth
grader. Then he must have registered the look of yuck on my face because he
is suddenly giving me a lopsided grin even as he turns away and walks to
the sink.

	"What's up Adam?"  I hear him ask the boy who is now at the sink,
still looking very pale.

	"Nothing man.  I just don't feel too good."  I hear Adam answer.

	"That sucks."  The other boy responds.  Then the sink is running
and I am locking myself inside the stall.

	My pants have not even unzipped all the way when I wrap my right
hand in a fist around my cock and start to jack off.  I vaguely hear the
boys out side of the cubicle, and then the last toilet being flushed as I
get lost in the images of the quasi-circle jerk we had in the classroom.
Then Matt's expression of bliss is filling my thoughts as I start to really
pound my cock.  I wonder if any of the kids can hear me, so I stop briefly
to listen.  It seems that they all have gone.

	I resume my stroking, this time letting all my being get into it.
As I jack quickly, my zipper is making tinkling noises as my little fist
hits my pants.  I am so turned on that I ignore it, even if it could give
me away.

	In my mind, all of us take our cocks out, not just Chris, and start
to jack off in a circle.  The picture of all of those little hands pumping
up and down on their cocks makes me gasp.

	"OH yeah, oh fuck," I whisper under my breath.  I think of Matt, of
replacing Ken's hand with mine as I grope him.  I wonder how the lump of
his cock felt to Ken under his fingers.  Then the feeling of it as it
squirted.

	I am so lost in my own little world and jump about a foot in the
air when a knock comes at the door to the stall where I am.

	"Is that you Tim?"  Matt's voice calls from the other side.  The
adrenaline of fright quickly turns into adrenaline of anticipation.

	"Yeah: What you want?"  I ask.

	"Let me in dude, hurry before somebody else comes in."  Mat says.

	I open the door quickly and he steps in.  I can see even as he
locks the door that he has a boner.

	"Dude, I heard you jacking off in here.  Your zipper is making all
these clink clink noises."  He says.  "I was afraid you would get caught.
I figured it would be you since you ran out, and I saw your shoes from
under the door."

	"Dude, I am so horny, ever since Chris."  I say.

	"Yeah, me too."  He answers.  "Look-"

	Matt grabs my hand and brings it to the front of his pants.  And
right out of my fantasy I feel that which I have been craving for the
passed half an hour.  The lump of his little cock feels hard and long, and
I can feel it jump as Matt flexes his pelvic muscles.  My stomach tightens,
and my breath catches in my throat.  I don't think I have ever been so
horny in my life.  Almost panting, I fondle his cock through his pants, my
hands suddenly cold with the adrenaline.

	"Yeah dude, like that, just squeeze it."  Says Matt also under his
breath.

	 We are pressed very close together do to the limited space of the
cubicle, and I feel his breath in my face.

	"Oh yeah dude, just touch it all over."  He whispers.  "Do it like
if you were jacking me off."

	I do, grasping the outline of the hard little tube; I move my hand
slowly up and down.  This causes Matt to gasp, and press his pelvis forward
into my hand.  He is panting now, like I am, and his eyes are open wide.
He is an inch, or so taller than I am, and his blue eyes are looking right
into mine.  Even as I fondle him, I look at him as if for the first time.
There is something beautiful about Matt.  His very short black hair, his
blue eyes, the way his little tongue comes out to lick his parted lips.
The feeling of his hard sweet cock through his grade school clothes.
Before I know what I am doing, I have moved my face right up against his.
And my lips have touched his in a quick but full bodied kiss.  His hand
shoots down to cover my own hand even as I continue to rub at his clothing
covered boy cock, and suddenly he presses my hand hard against it.  I feel
his little bulge jump over and over through his clothes, and Matt's mouth
opens in a silent oh of bliss.  His eyes seem to role to the back of his
head, and unconsciously, I reach with my other arm and wrap it around him.
Holding him to me, I let him ride his beautiful, little orgasm.  In my
hand, I start to feel the throbbing slow, and I also start to feel a warm
moist feeling, which seems to grow wetter.

	I wait till Matt catches his breath, but he has to actually lean
against the wall for support as his legs are wobbly.  Silently we wait for
him to come back.  My hand still pressed to his front.

	Finally Matt looks at me and grins.  He lets go of my hand.  My
palm is wet, and as I lifted away from his pants, I see a large wet spot
even larger than the one he had back in the classroom.

	With out a word Matt's hand reaches to grab my own hard little
cock.  I do gasp the moment his warm hand touches me.

	"Wait dude," I say despite wanting him to jack me all the way.
"Let me see your stuff."

	He lets go of me and moves closer.

	"Sit on the toilet first."  He says.

	Again, I feel adrenaline course through me.  I drop my pants and
undies all the way and quickly sit down.  Then Matt walks forward so that
he is standing between my parted legs, or as close as my clothes let him as
they block his footing.  The he grabs my hand and bring it to his belt
buckle.

	I don't need another invitation; I quickly undo it, and unbutton
his grade school pants.  As they drop, I catch the faint smell of his cum.
A smell that from that day on, I would love.  The though of it would make
my mouth water, and my cock would harden.  His undies have a large wet
stain in the front where the still hard bulge of his nine-year-old cock
tents them.  Then I yank them down as well.  His little cock is glistening
with wetness.  Though he did not shoot much, for the size of a
nine-year-old's genitals and undies, it was sufficient to make a thorough
mess.  I can see that the tip of his uncut cock is still very wet and
licking the last of his little boy load that got trapped in his foreskin.

	I immediately feel it all over.  I feel his undies, getting my
fingers wet on his cum. Then I feel his wet little cock, spreading the
slippery wetness over his shaft.  His smell is intoxicating.  Though his
cum did not smell as strong as a teenager's, it already had that mysterious
sweetly, and chloride scent to it.  I move his undies out of the way to get
at his little ball sack.  It is tightly contracted, though I can feel the
two egg shapes within the size of large peanuts.  Then my attention returns
to his longer than average for a nine-year-old cock.  I feel it, and let my
fingers trace the back of his pelvis, where the shaft of his cock joins his
body.  I can feel a bit of peach fuzz, though no real hairs.  I look up to
see Matt's mouth hanging wide open.  Just as much enthralled by my
inspection of his little genitals as I am.  I want to lean forward and
close my open mouth around the head of his little cock.  I want to taste
the product of his so sweet pleasure.  But the inhibitions of peer pressure
keep me from doing so.  I would in the future loose all of that in the
weeks to come.  So now, I was happy just feeling all around his treasures.
I grasp his hard cock and start to jack him using both hands, with the
thumb and index of each hand.  I am grasping it where the shaft joins the
little head.  I watch as his foreskin moves up and down, letting the tip of
his little head where his pee hole is appear and disappear.  As I jack him
slowly, I see his little ball sack move up and down as well as it is
suddenly become very tight with Matt's little boy arousal.

	I start to hear that so erotic sounding slurp slurp slurp slurp
slurp, as the wetness of his foreskin gets spread all around and serves to
lube his sensitive cock.

	I don't know what it was.  My touching him all over; or the fact
that Matt really had a bit of a crush on me, as I would later find out.
Perhaps the newness of what we were doing.  Two young children awakening to
new feelings, and to what our little bodies could do for us.  Even if
prematurely.  But suddenly Matt's stiffens, and his cock jumps.  I am so
close that the first little bullet of little kid milk hits me right on the
nose.  Then he squirts three more times, though the rest just dribbles out
of his twitching little cock.  Even as he reaches to stop my motions on his
cock, his head hangs down in total sexual satisfaction.  This time, his
little cock does start to soften in my fingers.

	He holds my hands in his, even as we grasp his deflated little cock
for a long time.  Then he lifts his hands off of mine and reaches for the
toilet paper.  Silently he cleans my nose, and starts to wipe himself
clean.  I feel another urge to lick at him, but contain myself.

	We don't say a word until he is all through, wiping the mess in his
undies as best as he can to try to prevent staining his pants.  Then when
he is through he says:

	"Stand up dude."  I do so, and he steps around me, pushing me out
of the way of the toilet.  The he takes my place and sits down.  He then
reaches forward and pulls me close to him.

	"Dude, you can't ever, ever, ever tell anybody that I did this."
He says, still whispering.

	I simply nod, and suddenly Matt is lifting my very hard cock and
bending forward he does what I have wanted to do to his.  His wet, tight,
young lips close around my three inches of young boy cock, and he starts
doing things with his mouth and tongue that I never thought possible in all
my time since discovering orgasm.  To this day, I never have found anybody
who could do a job better than that elementary schooler on my cock.  He was
the master among masters.  And he would end up teaching me and Ken
eventually.

	He starts to go at me with no stops, mindless of the sudden very
loud and lewd slurp sounds he is making all around my cock.  He starts to
move his mouth back and forth, letting my dick slide in and out, in and out
of his young mouth.  Then he squeezes me as hard as he can with his lips
and moves quickly back and forth to try to jack my cock with them.  Again,
he loosens the pressure, and just lets me slide wetly.  Then his hands are
moving to cup my bubble butt even as he sucks.  I feel a tickle as his
fingers touch my ass, and suddenly I cry out as my orgasm hits.  My toes
curl inside my shoes, I stand on tip toes even as I feed Matt all of my
nine-year-old cock, pressing my hairless pelvis against his mouth almost
painfully.  At the same time, Matt is touching my butt crack while with his
other hand he is very softly stroking my tight little ball sack.

	I give out a series of animalistic sound groans as I cum, and cum,
and cum; his mouth never stopping that warm wiggling all around my cock,
his tongue pressing against my cock over and over so that it pushes against
the roof of his little mouth.

	Finally I have to pull out as I become super sensitive.  Matt has
such a level of suction on my cock that it pops out with a very loud pop.
Then he starts to laugh even as I grab on to the sides of the toilet paper
holder to support my weight.  I feel almost dizzy.  Then Matt stands up and
holds me from behind, his little cock pressing against my ass.  I feel warm
and happy in his little arms.  And I think that was the start of a
wonderful friendship between the two of us.

	After a while, I turn and reach out my arms to hold him.  He
responds, and throws his little arms around me as well.  Our cocks rub
together, and I start to feel his getting hard again.

	"Dude, that was so-" My words get swallowed literally in his mouth
as he suddenly presses his lips to mine.  The he pulls away only to
whisper:

	"Shhh," Then his lips return to mine again.

	Both of us are too caught up in the new emotions we are feeling.
Because we were only nine, we did not feel grossed out about kissing.  And
that in itself was a blessing as it aloud us to fully enjoy our feelings as
our small bodies pressed together and shared a moment of friendship and
love.

	It is the sound of a bunch of kids coming in to the bathroom that
finally breaks our embrace.  Silently we pull our pants up and straighten
ourselves up.  Obviously the kids were there to do there business quickly,
and so did not detect our presence.  Quietly we wait till they leave before
unlocking the door and stepping out.

	At the sinks we wash our hands.  Then I notice that Matt's pants
front still has a bit of a stain.  I move quickly to the faucet at the sink
he is using, and put my finger over the stream of water.  It suddenly jets
out in a geyser and lands all over the front of his shirt, and pants.

	"You butt hole!"  He cries out.  But I just laugh and quickly run
out of the bathroom followed closely by Matt who chases me delightedly.

	"I am going to get you for that, butt face" He yells.  I ran passed
boys and girls who play all kinds of games until I reach the grassy area.
There I let Matt catch me, and we tumble to the ground in a mess of arms
and legs, laughing and playfully wrestling.

	After a moment we calm down and stand up, dusting ourselves.  Just
then, the bell rings.  Damn, we spent the whole 15 minutes of recess in the
bathroom.  I didn't even get to eat my banana.  OH well, it was all worth
it, and it could wait till lunch.  Restraining an urge to reach out and
hold Matt's hand, we both walk to the classroom.  As we get closer, Jeremy
and Martin meet us.  The evil twins I call them.  They seem to always be
together and really complement each other.  Jeremy is the one given to
spontaneous demonstrations of excitement at things, and Martin is the
trouble maker.  Having Jeremy along keeps him from letting the darker side
of him get out too much, knowing that Jeremy may just give things away.

	"Hey guys!"  Jeremy exclaims in his high pitch voice.  As always
acting as if he had 2000 cups of coffee.

	"You want to come and play kick ball with us after lunch?"  He
asks.

	"Yeah, that sounds cool."  I say, and Matt nods.  Then we file in
to the classroom and get ready for another hour and a half of Mr. Jones.
Okay, he goes on and on, but he really is a nice teacher and funny too.

	As I sit down, I start to replay the fun me and Matt just had.  I
look towards his desk, and he is looking at me.  We share a smile before
facing front to Mr. Jones.

	"Alright you guys, take out your math books."  He calls out and all
20 of us groan.


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