Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2015 16:17:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Boner Rubbing With Jared

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Afterschool Boner Rubbing with Jared

I was in my ninth grade English class.  The desks were arranged in such a
way that there was a central aisle down the middle of the room.  I was in
the front row on one side and it gave me an unobstructed view of the other
side.  What was most interesting about this arrangement was I could see
under the desks across the aisle.

There was kid named Jared that sat almost directly across from me.  He had
gone to a different middle school than I had gone to, so I didn't know him
until this, our second semester in our first year of high school.  I'd soon
know him better.

Description?  He was short and thin and still looked like he was in seventh
or eighth grade.  You could tell that he had just started maturing because
while he had an adolescent, slightly dark moustache on his upper lip, he
still had the narrow chest and shoulders of a kid. Jared was good looking
enough, he had brown hair whose moderate locks waved and hazel eyes that
could be described as "puppy dog" if that dog was optimistically expectant,
yet unsure, maybe even sad in a way.

Jared was looking for something, probably friends if you merely saw his
outward behavior during class, engaging in what might be impolitely called
gossip, but might be more charitably termed socializing.  Immediately after
I talked to Jared for the first, or maybe the second time, I sensed there
was something more that he wanted.

How did we meet, or more exactly why?  Well, it had to do with our seating
arrangement in class.  You see, I particularly noticed Jared because he was
seated directly across from me in class and, more to the point, because he
had frequent erections and adjusted them visibly.  Jared genuinely seemed
unaware that he was handling his boner in most every class.  I even saw him
unzip his jeans once, reach in and pull his trapped, underwear-clad
erection upright and zip up again.  To be fair, Jared must've had some
awareness as he sometimes pulled his shirt tails, usually a replica
football jersey, down over his boned up fly. To be doubly fair, I and just
about every other guy in the ninth grade boned up embarrassingly at times,
but we all had some, if not modesty, then at least some discretion about
adjusting ourselves.

I paid particular attention over the next few weeks to Jared in the hall
and in the cafeteria; he could be seen frequently jiggling his hand in his
pocket.  It was obvious what he was doing, not jerking off, but playing
with himself.  I don't think he was aware of doing it and how much he did
it and most kids usually didn't say anything about it; their general
comments about Jared were "he's weird," which he was, but not just in
reference to his self-stimulation, but to his overall conduct.

Occasionally, when his jiggling hand was too open and obvious, other
students would make a pointed comment and Jared would be embarrassed, but
not as embarrassed as you would think.  While most adolescents would be
mortified at being caught at that activity, Jared was just sort of
sheepishly abashed for a bit and then he would forget about it and be
himself again.

Believe it or not, Jared wasn't the most obvious guy I ever saw play with
himself in class. In seventh grade there was this guy named Cole. Cole was
a really cute dark redhead with big brown eyes and was thin as a rail. Cole
played soccer all the time after school and almost always wore loose nylon
warm-up pants to school because of this soccer fanaticism. Cole had a habit
of playing with himself whenever we watched a video in class. Seriously, as
soon as the lights were turned off it was like an unconscious signal for
him to start.

He would begin by bouncing one or both of his feet up and down rapidly and
would put his hand in the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt or warm-up jacket
and hold it over his crotch under his desk. Cole would stimulate himself
mostly by bouncing his legs up and down or by swinging them back and forth
in very short movements. Because I had only begun masturbating myself
shortly before, I didn't really see Cole's habit as sexual at first. But,
from where I sat in class it was very easy for me to see his constant
movement when the lights were out and I began to realize after a few months
that Cole was playing with his penis in class!

It didn't matter whether the video was five minutes long or the whole
period, Cole would go at it the whole time. Even though he was watching the
video, he would get sort of a faraway look in his eyes. It was because of
this preoccupied trance that I didn't think Cole was coming at the time.  I
now realize that he wasn't old enough to ejaculate, but I'm sure he was old
enough to have those pre-pubescent orgasms that are more of a state of
heightened tension than a climax.

If the video went on long enough Cole would tilt his head sideways and then
stretch his legs forward tensely a few times. I'm sure he was having an
orgasmic peak at those moments. I couldn't believe that no one else noticed
this, including the teacher, but maybe those that knew what Cole was doing
pretended not to notice and didn't say anything. I know I never did.

Anyway, back to ninth grade.

I was easily interested in any noticeable horniness in my classmates and
Jared jiggling his penis in his pants certainly got my attention.  I
wondered if there was some way that I could figure out how I could get to
see Jared's boner.

To break the ice with him I talked to Jared about sports; he often wore the
jersey of a local NFL star player.  Later, I joined him in the cafeteria to
eat lunch together, talk sports and then other subjects.  Jared liked to
talk about other people in our grade that were involved in relationships,
more fictional than real, this being ninth grade.  He seemed to be
interested in girls, but he wasn't likely to be successful in this area in
the foreseeable future, more talk than reality at this point.

How did I eventually get together with Jared?  We were talking about
homework for our class, Jared wasn't the best at academics whereas I was,
and I suggested that he come over and we could work together on our
homework at my house.  Jared agreed.

When we got to my house I offered him something to eat and drink which he
accepted.  As we snacked, Jared, as usual, speculated about other couples
at school and talked about "hot girls."  I went along with the small talk.
After we finished eating I suggested we work in my room.  Every guy shows
another guy his room.  I had the usual cool stuff that a teenage guy would
have in his room and I also had left some dirty clothes on the floor which
included my white jockeys.  I gave a quick clean up and invited Jared to
sit on my bed.

Jared was still talking about this or that person in our class.  I steered
the conversation back to the girls Jared thought were "hot" and made some
suggestive comments about their physical attributes.  Jared discussed this
subject with interest.  I expected there would be a development from these
considerations on his part and I was not disappointed.

I knew that when I got home after school I wanted to do one thing –
masturbate, usually thinking about some guy in school.  I assumed Jared
would be just as horny.  Jared's wishful teenage evaluations of our female
classmates led to the result I expected.  Jared became visibly erect in his
pants.

Here is where I made my calculated move.

"Jared, can I ask you a question?"  I asked in a serious tone.

"Sure," Jared replied sincerely.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone."

"Sure, I won't tell anyone."

"Do you ...," I hesitated for effect, "Do you ever get boners in school?"

Jared was surprised and it took him a moment or two to decide whether to
confide in me, but I could tell he was interested in hearing more.

"Yeah, sometimes."

"I get them all the time.  Just thinking about someone in class gives me a
boner every day."

Jared smiled with self-recognition and replied enthusiastically, "Yeah, I
know what you mean!"

"To tell you the truth, talking about this has kind of ... well, you know
..."

Jared smiled even more and admitted, "Yeah, I know."

"Usually when I get home after school I have to ... How can I say it?
`Relieve the tension?'"  I euphemistically queried.

Jared laughed.  He looked a little embarrassed, but I could tell he was
thinking about his masturbatory habits.  I figured he probably did the same
thing I did when he got home from school and his expression confirmed my
suspicion.  There was a pause.

"Do you want to ... You know?"  I asked suggestively.

"Now?"

I could tell Jared was interested from his tone and his unconscious reach
toward his crotch.

"Yeah ...," I waited before adding, "If you want to."

"Ok- kay," Jared agreed somewhat timidly.

"Cool!  Let's get naked."

I didn't hesitate and yanked my sweat shirt and tee shirt over my head.
Jared hesitated for a moment.

"What about your parents?"

"My mom doesn't get home for another hour and a half.  C'mon, don't be
chicken," I taunted.

Pulling his jersey over his head, Jared raced me to get naked.  We kicked
off our shoes, unbuckled our belts, unzipped and dropped our jeans to the
floor.  I sat down on my bed and yanked my socks off my feet one at a time
and threw them in the air; Jared followed suit.  We both sat smiling in our
underwear on my bed.

"I dare you to get naked first," I challenge my classmate.

"No way! It was your idea, you go first," Jared retorted.

"All right, but you have to promise you won't chicken out."

"I won't chicken out," Jared assured me.

I got up from the bed and stood facing Jared directly. I could see Jared
look quickly at the pouch of my "tighty whities," which were getting
noticeably more "tighty." When Jared looked up I could see in his eyes that
he was excited.

"Okay, here goes."

I grabbed the elastic waistband of my underwear, bent over and slid them
down to my ankles. As I straightened up, I stepped out of the leg holes of
my briefs. I was now completely naked.  My cock waggled before my pal.
Jared looked.  I grabbed my meat and gave it a few quick jerks.  Jared
laughed.

"Okay, your turn," I challenged, quickly plopping down on my bed.

Jared hesitated for a second before getting up the nerve to stand and yank
down his jockeys.  Now, I knew Jared wasn't that hung because of his
classroom activities, maybe four inches.  Hell, I wasn't that big either,
about five inches, but when Jared's stiff cock slapped up against his lower
abdomen I was surprised – Jared was uncut!  I just assumed that he was
circumcised.

"You've got a foreskin!" I blurted out without thinking.

"Yeah ... Is that weird?"  Jared asked insecurely, reflexively reaching for
his dick.  He looked slightly ashamed.

"No, that's cool!"

Jared's expression visibly brightened.  He took his hand away to display
his erection to me again.

I was fully rigid now, seeing Jared's naked body and stiff, uncut cock.
Jared was thin, lean and defined; you could see his boyish muscles and even
the delicate green/blue veins on his torso.  I wasn't really defined
muscularly speaking, but I was in good shape and much bigger than Jared,
145 pounds to his about 105.  Jared had the beginnings of some dark pubes
above his boner and few more dark curly hairs on his hanging, brownish
sack.  Me?  I had a nice thickening triangle above my dick and a modest
amount covering my balls.

I was excited by having another guy in my room, naked and hard, so I spoke
without thinking.

"Can I pull it down?"  I asked Jared directly, referring, of course, to the
foreskin covering his cockhead.  It looked like a little cap.  The wrinkled
end reminded me of a Hershey's Kiss.

"Yeah," my classmate agreed with a slight bit of uncertainty in his voice.

Jared was excited and nervous at the same time.  I reached out and, after
looking to Jared for non-verbal permission, took his unbending boner
delicately in my hand.  It felt hot in my fingertips.

"Oh!" Jared spontaneously exclaimed when I touched him.

I was turned on by Jared's cock in my hand; my rod spasmed and a chemical
rush went up my spine.  I gently pulled Jared's skin down, it unrolled more
easily than I expected.  As Jared's foreskin smoothly retracted it revealed
a light purple glans, shiny and slightly wet.  I slowly reversed, moving my
hand upward, watching Jared's skin magically roll back over the curved rim
and puckered tip of his cockhead.

"That's neat," I marveled honestly.

I wanted to jerk Jared's cock then and there, but I didn't want to frighten
him by being too forward so I let go of his boner.

"Let's jerk," I suggested quickly, "We can pretend Kaitlynn is showing us
her tits!"

"Yeah," Jared agreed ingenuously, imagining our classmate before us.

We went at it, showing each other our masturbatory vigor.  I made comments
I knew would excite Jared.

"Imagine her in front of the class, bent over Mrs. Smedley's desk ... with
her pants down ... showing her pouting cunt!"

My scenario inflamed Jared's lust, he jerked with greater fervor. His legs
squirmed and he gave forth an inadvertent groan.  I had to be careful so he
wouldn't come too soon.

"I'd like to fuck her ... right here on this bed," I said with an ulterior
motive in mind.

"Yeah, me too."

"Hey, you want to rub cocks?  We could pretend we're fucking Kaitlynn," I
suggested with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Like how?"

"Well ... we could take turns pretending.  You could lie on me and hump a
little and then I could lie on you."

"Uhh, I don't know ..."

I didn't give Jared time to think.

"C'mon, we could try it.  I won't tell no one, if you don't," I bargained.

Jared was still unsure, on the edge, tentative.

I lay back on my elbows and spread my legs, feet still on the floor.  My
swollen cock stood up at sharp angle.

"C'mon, it will be like fucking Kaitlynn if we close our eyes ..."

"Uhh ..."

"Maybe you'd rather think of Mrs. Smedley?"  I joked.

"No way!  That's gross!"

"Come on," I encouraged as if it were a fait accompli.

Jared got up and stood before me, his cock absolutely upright.  A heady
surge went through me at such a primal sight.  Awkwardly, my buddy bent
down and put his hands on either side of me lowering his crotch to mine.
Our cocks touched first and a bolt of electricity shot through me.

Jared lightly pushed his hard rod and bristly scrote against mine.  I moved
a little against him.  He pushed more firmly and I rubbed back.  Jared put
more of his hips into his thrusts; his taut legs brushed my inner thighs.
I daren't close my legs tighter.

"Uhhnn ..."

Eyes half closed, Jared exhaled noisily, overwhelmed by the sensations
emanating from our entwined, pressing boyhoods.  I felt a slickness across
my stomach and on our engorged cocks as we both leaked precum freely.  I
gasped, short of breath, as I became more and more aroused.  My nuts
tightened.

I acted on instinct.

"My turn," I said hoarsely.

Jared stopped for a moment and I, sitting up, close to Jared's torso,
quickly levered him over so I was now on top, taking the very same position
above my companion that he just held above me.  Jared seemed a bit tense at
the reversal, but I started humping right away and Jared seemed to get
right back into it, pushing himself against my insistent thrusts.

Jared's boner was sliding around under my determined rutting, his foreskin
sloppy with precum, allowing his glans to slip side to side underneath
me. This wasn't the only reason for our sliding becoming slicker; both of
us had broken into a sweat from our horny exertions.  These adolescent
aromas mingling together were driving me mad.  I was close to exploding.

"Oh, Fuck!" I groaned out deeply.

Jared must've been getting close too because he grunted back.  I lost my
restraint and began fucking harder, my buttocks clenching with aching
animal desire. I gazed down as Jared rolled his head, hair tousled in his
erotic reverie.  His slender torso was tensed before me and his small
nipples were tightly erect on his lean chest. I don't know why I did this,
but I reached out with my hand and gently touched one of Jared's excited
nibs.  He let out a deep moan and pushed his hips up hard against me.

"Uhhnnh!"

That did it.  I couldn't hold back.

"I'm gonna ..."

I didn't finish my desperate declaration.

"Unnggh!"

My raging rod jerked hard.  Thick globs of cream pumped from my burning
cockhead with every painful throb of my tight fuzzy nuts. I grimaced and
snorted in orgasmic agony.

"Innggh!  Inggh!"

The copious pool of my teenage ejaculate lessened the friction between
Jared and me.  The immediate slipperiness allowed our cocks to slide
against each other with near unbearable pleasure.  I exulted in every
sloppy slap of Jared's turgid shaft against my flared glans.

In these infinite moments of heavenly sensation, I felt Jared arch beneath
me, his hands convulsively clutching the bedspread.  With a groan that
began like a plea for release, he climaxed in a rigored ecstasy.

"Ohhh ... I ... Innngghh!"

Another eruption of teenage spunk.  Gush, after creamy gush, shot between
us. Gasping, we both looked down to see our hard cocks smeared with sperm,
twitching with the last spasms of our orgasms. Jared's foreskin was
entirely retracted revealing his deep purple glans garlanded in white ropes
of jizz.

We looked at each other, recovering, silent except for our exhausted
exhalations.  I rolled over and off of Jared to lie next to him on my bed.
I didn't know what to say after coming on another guy, but I was too sated
to care so I said nothing for nearly a minute.

I arose slowly and, reaching for my laundry basket that was nearby, grabbed
a couple of dirty t-shirts.

"Here, you can use this," I said, handing off one of the cotton garments.

We both mopped up, our still half-hard cocks flopping about as we sopped up
fragrant ejaculate.

I threw my tee back into the basket and, after stretching my arms over head
in an unconscious display of naked victory, began putting my clothes on.
Watching out of the corner of my eye I observed that when Jared stood, he
ran his fingers quickly downward to roll his foreskin over his purple knob.
This left a little pearl at the tip of his prepuce which he wiped away with
his finger.

As we dressed, I tried to mitigate the uncomfortable fact that we both just
got off with each other, an egregious violation of the "high school guy
code."

"Hey, that was something wasn't it?"

Jared mumbled an affirmation.  It wasn't a minute after he finished
dressing that he "had to get going."  I agreed immediately.

I not only jerked off again at what happened between Jared and me that
night, but also had a wet dream featuring our encounter the next morning.
I worried about what had happened, but concluded that Jared wouldn't say
anything around school.  I wanted to do it with him again, but I didn't
think he would.  I was wrong on that point.

It wasn't the end of the story between Jared and me.  Our after school
activities developed in a way I didn't anticipate...

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"A large amount of pre-come was leaking from my opening. Jared could see
it. I took my finger and smeared it all over my naked glans; it glistened
with a shiny wetness. I looked to Jared.

"Suck it off," I ordered, referring to the coated helmet standing before
him."

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