Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 03:50:11 +0000 (GMT) From: Dan Perducci Subject: garage by dan perducci Horseplay was rather different with the opposite sex, Adam and his friends learned that afternoon. Jenna was lying on her back in the garage when Kirk straddled her. He was furiously tickling her. Her face was turning its deepest shade of red. She was wailing and screeching like a banshee on laughing gas. "Get off me!!! Now!!! Just you wait! I am gonna kick your ass!!!" Kirk flipped her over on the cold concrete surface. She resisted this flip as he was trying to pin her arms behind her back. Jordan and Alex were sitting on a toolbox in the corner while they cheered on their friend. They took turns taking swigs from a bottle of Bud Lite stolen from their dad's fridge. "Is she down for the count yet?" asked Jordan. "She's like a greased pig," giggled Alex. Kirk's maneuver soon took a turn for the perverse when Jenna's breast popped out of her brief little top. "Oh, shit!" she shouted. Her voice echoed in that way a sound does in a sweaty suburban garage. Kirk rolled to the side, realizing that he needed to give the humiliated girl some room. At the same time, he paused long enough to take a mental snapshot of Jenna's breast. Involuntarily, he licked his guilty lips. Jenna tugged at her top until she was safely back inside. It was a low-neck shirt from which this kind of thing could have easily happened if jostled enough. Kirk collected himself and began to apologize profusely. His apologies were tempered by the snickers he tried in vain to stifle. "Jenna, I didn't mean to..." "Like hell you didn't mean to! I hope your friends liked the show!" Kirk approached her, attempting to give the girl her sweater. She snatched it from his hands and shoved him back to the pavement. "I'm going home!" Jenna brushed her hair from her eyes and left through the side entrance to the garage that led into the yard. The door slammed hard behind her. Kirk was visibly aroused and he realized that his rising boner was visible through his sweatpants. "No wonder she hauled ass," said Jordan, "I can see your dick from here. She must think you're some kind of a perv." "It's not like she hasn't seen it before," said Kirk, "We used to mess around last summer." At fourteen, Kirk was the most experienced one of the group. He managed to get a hand job from Jenna before the school year began. "And I got to lick her tits," bragged Kirk. Jordan slammed down the bottle of beer next to the milk crate he was sitting on. He stepped up to Kirk and shoved a challenging finger in Kirk's face. "You're a liar. Why didn't you tell us this before?" asked Jordan. "Maybe because you never asked," replied Kirk rather smugly. Alex picked up the bottle, finished the beer and became curious. "What is a hand job like?" Kirk was amused by Alex and explained matter of factly. "Well, you jack off. Right? Uh, it feels great because it's someone else doing it to you. Watch." Kirk slid his hand down the front of his own sweatpants. He started jerking his hard penis in front of the two boys. "This is jacking off. It's OK. Now, Alex, come here." "I'm not queer and I ain't touching another dude's cock." "It's just for demonstration." said Kirk, "Besides, I'll do you too." Reluctantly, Alex walked over to Kirk and reached out his hand as if he was getting a flu shot. Kirk placed the unwilling hand on his cock. "You see, it feels different." Jordan had never felt another penis and became intrigued. He was liking the feel of Kirk's hardness in his hands. "You can quit anytime you want," said Jordan. Kirk closed his eyes and whispered, "You can keep going if you like." Alex, with his free hand, adjusted his hardening dick in his jeans. He paused to unzip his pants and release his growing erection. "Your turn," Alex told Kirk. They began to mutually jerk each other off. "I can't believe what I'm seeing," said Jordan. "This is gross." Alex looked up at his brother and asked him to join in. Jordan was offended probably only because he was the odd boy out. By the time Alex even finished his offer, Jordan's cock was being pulled by Kirks other hand. Jordan must have jumped out of his cargo shorts because they were bundled up as his knees. His pelvis was thrusting in and out toward Kirk's busy hands. Alex started to sweat heavily and he bit his bottom lip. He was ready to climax into his friend's open hand. He squirted long and often onto Kirk's long sleeve hoody. Kirk laughed and even licked his wrist. "I'm next," said Kirk. His semen forming an arch onto the tail of Alex's shirt. He leaned forward and kissed Alex on the lips. Jordan, having started late, made up for lost time. He jizzed upward onto his own chest, exposed by his pulled up t-shirt. The boys weren't 'queer' but they knew this was not going to be the last time they would play in the garage.