Date: Mon, 10 May 2021 15:27:54 +0000 From: writersblock404 Subject: (G)rowing Pains - 4 (G)ROWING PAINS - Part 4 Like what you read? Have any suggestions? Or want to motivate me to continue writing? This is my first storyline on Nifty, so I love hearing from you and getting your feedback. If you want, you can email me at writersblock404@protonmail.com. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. Though I must admit, some inspiration has been gathered from my own experiences. Love this amazing and creative platform as much as I do? Please consider making a donation to Nifty so that they may continue their hard work! Sorry for the long delay, life sometimes becomes a little hectic. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement I received through mail! That really is very motivating and made me come back to the keyboard and continue what I had already written down. Now, on to the story! _______________________________________ Jeremy wiped the last tears from his eyes and was hanging against Jasper. They were in the small indoor training area that was set aside in the boathouse. It was enclosed with just a few high windows to let in some light. There were some weights, some benches and of course the rowing ergs that no decent rowing club could go without. Right now, they were both seated next to each other on one of the weight pressing benches. The soft covering of the bench was indented where they sat, the faux-leather of the bench sticking to their sweaty bare legs. Jasper was suddenly hit with a bolt of lightning. No, rather, it was a terrific idea. "Why don't you come over to my place again tomorrow? It's been a while," Jasper ventured. Jeremy looked up and into Jasper's brown eyes. It had been a while indeed. "Sure, why not. Like, after school?" he asked. Jasper gave it a bit of thought. "I could ask mum if she wouldn't mind having you over for dinner as well, then you can stay a bit longer," he suggested. Jeremy brightened at the thought, that would be nice. He knew from experience that Jasper's mother was an excellent cook. She made the best biscuits and sandwiches. "I'll have to ask my parents too though," he said. "No problem, let's agree to both ask tonight, and then we'll message each other to know if we're on for tomorrow," Jasper said excitedly. The idea of spending all afternoon and the evening with Jeremy was something to look forward to indeed. He was at that awkward age where you stopped having `play dates', but still just wanted to have friends over now and then. And, well... okay, he had to admit, play. That evening both Jeremy and Jasper let their parents know of their plans. And, barring any homework issues, both sets of parents gave consent. Though Jeremy had to promise to behave. As if he wouldn't. That evening, after dinner, Jasper texted Jeremy. "Wass up?" "C'mon, what did your parents say?" Jeremy texted back. Jasper typed, "They're okay with it, we're having pasta, we always have too much. And urs?". Oh, Jeremy had forgotten that Jasper would not know. "Yeah, I can come over and stay for dinner," he quickly typed. Jasper send back a GIF of some skater dude jumping in the air. "SWEET!" Jeremy quickly snapped a selfie looking exasperated and sent it to Jasper. "Ohhh, we're sexting now, are we?" he sent back, pulling Jeremy's leg. On the other end of the phone, Jeremy had gone twenty shades of red. It had been a picture of him lying in bed, but he had had his clothes on. Worst case scenario, Jasper could see his pillow sheet had a floral print. It took him a second to realize Jasper was making fun of him. Two could play that game, and he quickly sent back an aubergine emoji. Which, for some absurd reason, had nothing to do with any actual aubergines in the world of texting. Now, Jasper was a bit of a newbie on the texting scene. He knew what sexting was, they had got a lecture on the dangers of that at school. But what was the deal with texting back produce? Ha, it did actually look like a big purple dick if he looked at it just right. Wait, no... it couldn't be? He quickly opened another tab and googled aubergine emoji, and quickly Google gave Jasper an important life lesson. Not all aubergines are what they appear to be. This was basically an emoji for a dick-pic! Even though he had not really intended to take this conversation this way, he could not deny feeling excited. This was pretty much on the edge. School had basically said this was dangerous territory. Which, of course, made it fascinating. Would he dare take it a bit further? He himself was lying on his own bed. Covers pulled up high, it was not all that warm. His bedside lamp was on but the rest of his room was already pretty much dark. This was perhaps a good thing as Jasper was not the most organized person and his room could have actually done with a good cleaning before Jeremy would come over. But hey, as long as you don't break your neck, it should be fine. His attention went back to his phone. He had been silent for a while now, Jeremy was probably waiting for a reply. He pulled his covers down a bit, and he looked down at his lithe frame with just a bare hint of abs on him. He snapped a picture of his chest looking down at his belly button, and before he could change his mind, he sent it back to Jeremy. No text, let's just see what he'd make of that. Jeremy had actually just put his phone away after no longer getting any replies from Jasper. He figured he had probably grown bored and had gone to sleep. A buzz on his bedside table triggered the almost programmed response, he grabbed his phone and clicked to see what had been sent. He nearly dropped his phone between his bed and bedside table, but he was just in time to grab hold. Holy shit! A bare-chested view of Jasper had jumped at him full-screen. He could see the totally hairless and thin frame of his friend. The slight rise of the pec muscles and then lower he could follow the abdominal muscles down to a very cute little bellybutton. He should probably not be thinking it, but he was almost saddened to see the view end on the edge of a pushed back blanket. But, he quickly zoomed in on the image, he could see an obvious lack of pyjama pants, or briefs. Did Jasper sleep in the buff? They had never had a sleepover, so he did not know. Jeremy could feel a tent forming underneath the sheets, and it was not just a tiny little bump in the sheets. He could have started a circus underneath it, elephants and all. Like Jasper, he did not dare go nude, but he was going to give his friend a big shock. Like Jasper had, he drew back his sheets most of the way, but very clearly showing a tent at the end. He snapped a quick photo, looked it over to see if nothing was showing that he did not want to be showing and sent it back to Jasper. He realized he had been holding his breath in excitement and now gave a huge sigh. Oh my god! What had he done! Jasper had also been holding his breath. After sending the photo he could not stop thinking about if he had perhaps misunderstood Jeremy's joke. Jeremy would know that an aubergine had a double meaning on the internet, wouldn't he? The longer he had to wait, the more worried he became. Right after sending the photo, he had started to get aroused... the worries definitely had killed the mood for now. Had it been to much? Had he put his friendship with Jeremy in jeopardy? With a buzz, Jasper's screen lit up. Notification: 1 Message from Jeremy. Would he be getting an earful? As he clicked open the message he knew immediately he was not getting an earful, but an eyeful. DUDE! His eyes were immediately drawn to the huge tent underneath Jeremy's sheets. Surely he must be faking it? But wait, one hand was there on his stomach and the other must be holding the phone. It can't be his hand then. He slipped his own hand down and pushed down the covers. Apparently, Jasper jr. had quickly regained his composure and he jumped up. But tent wise, he'd be lucky to go camping. He gave it a few tugs and there was a small tent-wise improvement. But his friend surely had the jump on him. Would a year of age difference mean this big a change? He kind of wished he could peer down the sheets on the photo and do a proper comparison. This only lead to more tugging, and before he knew it he was full-on jerking his young dick while watching Jeremy's photo and imagining looking at it for real, holding it. His mind turned to those moments at the rowing club under the showers where Jeremy, and himself, had sometimes sported unexpected boners. It felt like he had been jerking for over five minutes, but in reality, he suddenly and forcefully reached the finish line in about 40 seconds. He had not been very active sexually, I mean, not with himself of course. He had jerked it for a while because it felt nice, comforting. But this was different. His heart was racing, it felt like he was on the last 100 meters of a rowing match. And then suddenly, he finished, there was the feeling of release... and wetness all over his hand. In his head another resounding DUDE sounded, it had never done that before! It was not much, but surely, that was what everyone had been talking about. A real orgasm, ejaculation... cum! He sniffed his hand, it didn't really smell like anything. Curious, he pushed out the tip of his tongue and gave his hand the tiniest of licks. Nah, nothing. Not even what he'd imagine pee to taste like. Slippery though. As it wasn't much, he wiped his hand clean on the sheets that were hanging over the side of the bed closest to the wall. Nobody would see. His heart rate was now coming down to normal levels. He felt incredibly relaxed and then realized he had not responded to Jeremy yet. No, this was not something he dared take a photo of. Instead, he went for his emojis. Aubergine, rain, zzzzzz. Let Jeremy make of that what he wanted. He sent the message, put the phone back on his bedside table, and he fell asleep almost instantly. Jeremy, on the other end of the chat, had been anxiously waiting for Jasper's response on his pretty risqué photo. Had it been too... gay? He had always read about guys sending dick pics or photos of their tented shorts to other guys. The best stories only started there. Some of the porn he had been looking at online had consisted of looking at collections of dick pics. He felt he had a pretty firm grasp of all the different shapes and size they came in. His wasn't bad he figured. Except for the slight curve to the left that had him worried for some time as he started growing and getting bigger erections. He had somehow convinced himself that only half his dick had started growing and the other half was probably damaged goods. But, the internet did comfort him in this, they do come in all shapes, sizes... and directions. With a buzz and a flash, his phone alerted him that Jasper had, finally, sent a response. He opened it, hoping for another picture. But all he got was some emojis. Aubergine, rain, sleep? It took his tired brain a few seconds to connect the dots, or rather, the emojis. No... way...! Was Jasper telling him he had jerked his aubergine, came like it was raining and had now nodded off to sleep? This was no longer hinting at things. Jasper had basically had sex with himself while watching Jeremy's boner photo. This was more action than he had ever had, at least, involving an actual other human being and outside his own imagination. His mind went in to overdrive and his hormones pushed it even further. He threw back his sheets and he had to hardly touch his dick before it already spewed out a few big wads of thick white cum all over his chest. Now, Jeremy wasn't a first-timer to choking the chicken, giving himself a hand, milking the monster... but it had been a long time since he came without hardly touching himself. It was like having a waking wet dream. For Jeremy, there was no way he could wipe anything off on the side of the bed. He was always prepared however and had an old sock stuffed down between his mattress and the bed. Being very careful to always make the sock disappear before his mother would do the beds. Good thing she was as regular as a clock. He quickly cleaned up and stuffed the sock back where it had appeared from. He took one last look at his phone, admiring Jasper's photo, and then went to sleep as well. NEXT DAY School seemed to take forever the next day. Jasper and Jeremy were not only in different years, they both attended different schools. But apparently, the universe had deemed fit to slow down time at both schools, as both Jeremy and Jesper felt like their six-hour schedule for today took like thirteen hours, without breaks. Of course, nothing was wrong with the universe and time passed at a regular pace in both schools. But when you have great expectations, big plans for the afternoon, time just seems to slow waaayyyy down. Both Jeremy and Jasper went to school on their bikes. They lived close enough not to need to go by bus. And, when their schedules were alike, they usually met halfway when they were both on their way home. They had already texted each other during their lunch breaks and had agreed to meet again half-way under the bridge they usually had to pass together on their respective ways home. Normally they'd go their own ways again in about a kilometre, but this time, Jeremy would continue with Jasper to his home. He already had everything he needed in his backpack. Jasper had arrived first and was eagerly awaiting Jeremy's arrival under the bridge. It was a secluded space. Only a few people on foot, or on their bikes, would pass under this section of the bridge each day. Because of that, it was also a rather messy place. A few cardboard boxes and some bottles littered the place. He had heard that, at night, this would be a place where homeless people often came to sleep. Though, personally, he had never seen anyone else here. He found it funny that it gave some of his friends the creeps when they had had to pass under the bridge here, he found the seclusion peaceful. It was a train bridge, but not too many trains passed overhead. So, it was usually also dead quiet here. He had even seen a fox scurrying around once. Jasper had got off of his bike and had sat down on a big piece of concrete that was lying on the ground a bit off of the biking path. His backpack was on the ground in front of him, his bike on its stand next to it. Browsing on his phone, Jasper couldn't help but go back to his chat with Jeremy and the photo of Jeremy's bare chest and huge bed-tent. It kept amazing him how much an angle could change how big a dick looked like. In this photo, pointing straight down, actually not showing anything, Jeremy's dick looked way bigger than it ever did in the showers. According to his uncle, Geoff, you had showers and growers. Not that dicks were a usual topic of talk between his uncle and him. But as an out-and-proud gay man, Jeremy had at some point found that it made more sense to ask his uncle a few questions about puberty and developing than his own dad. Like, who would know more about guys and boys than a gay man? And, his uncle was very close to their family. Uncle Geoff and his husband, uncle Karl came over all the time for dinner or just to watch a film or sports. Despite being gay, both Geoff and Karl were huge sports fans. Another stereotype was thrown out the window right there. Anyway, the whole topic of showers and growers had come around after a family outing where he, his dad and his uncles, had gone swimming in a lake. Drying off, he couldn't help notice a significant difference between his dad and his uncle, his uncle dangling something akin to a snake underneath the towel. This led to a remark about showers and growers, which his uncle had later that afternoon explained to him in some more details as it had left Jasper quite confused. Anyway, there was Jasper, under the bridge, waiting for Jeremy, staring at his phone and well lost in thought. "Hey, sexy!" Someone hollered, whistling a well-known tune often used by construction workers. That grabbed Jasper's attention right away, and he quickly looked up, locking his phone screen at the same time. He saw Jeremy had finally arrived. "Look who decided to turn up," Jasper said, tutting at Jeremy. "Can't help being here early, school was out half an hour early. Some kid went berserk and there was a huge ruckus, and then they announced classes would end early." Jasper explained. "I wonder what that was all about then," Jeremy said, dropping his bike next to Jasper's. He quickly sat down next to his friend and looked at his phone. "Anything interesting on that?" he asked. Jasper showed Jeremy his phone, there was a lot of text on there. "Just reading some fanfic, getting some inspiration," Jasper said. "Oh, that's right. How is the writing going?" Jeremy asked, remembering Jasper had told him some time ago he was writing a story. "I hit kind of a block I think. I don't know where to go from where I am now. That's why I'm trying to get some ideas. But every time I read something, and think, that's a great idea, I also feel like I can't use it because it's been done. But that way, I'll never find anything original," Jasper explained, scrolling through the story as if looking for something. Jeremy thought about that for a while and then offered his thoughts, "Well, I don't know what your story is about. However, if all the inspiration you find with other writers feels like it is not your idea, then why not try to use some personal experiences in your story? Like, not literally, but use events that happened to you as things that happen to your characters. That might get your story rolling again,". Jasper looked up with a smile. "You know, that's actually not a bad idea," he said. "I might be able to make the characters more realistic as well." Jasper stood up and put his phone away. "Okay, let's get going. Last one at my place is a turd!" Both boys jumped on their bikes and were off in a mad dash towards Jasper's home. They passed a small park, dangerously crossed a road (on which no cars ever passed) and almost bumped into a rubbish can. Knowing the road just a little better, Jasper beat Jeremy by the tiniest of margins. "TURD!" He yelled at Jeremy, holding his fingers in an L shape in front of his forehead. Jasper's house was a pretty nice house. Free-standing, nice bit of grass in front, two stories and very, very white. Which seemed to be a bit of a theme in Jasper's neighbourhood. The flowers in front of the house really did seem to burst out in colour though, against all that white. Jasper opened the front door and let Jeremy in as well. Both kicked of their shoes and rushed up the stairs to drop their bags. Jasper's parents were not home yet, they would arrive in about an hour. Upstairs Jasper had the last bedroom, his parents had the first bedroom and in between the bedrooms was an unconnected bathroom they all shared. Jasper's room was right on the edge of being a teenager's room, with some posters of movies he liked and a good shelf of books, but the toys on the ground and the stuffed bear on the bed told a story of boyhood not yet having fully passed. Jeremy had been over before, and he actually liked that Jasper still had a big old teddy bear in his bed. It was cute that he wasn't afraid of showing his boyish side. Actually, Jeremy didn't really think it was a very conscious decision for Jasper. He could be very child like at times... and then again, he knew his emojis. With bags on the floor they both plunked down on Jasper's bed. Their breathing still somewhat heavy from the race to Jasper's house. "So, turd, you have to tell me, what's with the eggplants?", Jeremy asked nudging Jasper in his side with his elbow. Jasper drew up his eyebrows, eggplants? Then it dawned on him what Jeremy knew, and he grew a couple of shades of red, recounting his bedtime adventures, right here, on this very same bed. "Aubergines you mean, get your vegetables straight." Jasper said, pushing his own elbow into Jeremy's side. Jeremy wasn't about to let this go with that, neither the remark, or the poking in his side. He twisted round and put both hands in Jasper's sides, starting a ferocious tickle attack. "I know what aubergines are," he said, "I KNOW what aubergines are," he repeated with emphasis. "You was jerking off yesterday!" Jasper could hardly catch his breath, he knew Jeremy wouldn't stop before he admitted it. He tried to hold on a little longer, but he could feel his bladder urging him strongly to make the punishment stop. "Okay, okay, I did! I'm sorry, I was just in that kind of mood," Jasper said, "and it was your fault! Sending me pics like that!" he added accusingly. Jeremy relented his tickle attack but was still lying halfway across Jasper, breathing almost as heavily. "I'm sorry if I went overboard. I don't know what happened." he almost whispered. "DUDE, you let your dick do the texting! You were, like, dixting, or something!" Jasper said, still catching his breath, but making no attempt at all to get away from under Jeremy. Jeremy looked down at Jasper. The brown eyes looking back at him were almost hypnotizing him like he'd imagine a huge cobra trying to put him under his spell. He was very aware of every curve of Jasper's body below him, every muscle, every bone he could feel. And as he lay there quietly, he suddenly could feel something else, a beating. He felt Jasper's heartbeat, and it was racing like crazy. Racing, like his own heart. "Yeah, well, and you seemed to really like it," he said, not willing to admit as well how much he had really liked it. He still couldn't openly admit his feelings, not even to Jasper. But he felt he was soooo close, it almost hurt how close he was to telling. After a while of staring at each other, Jasper felt he was getting a very unwelcome rise, and he pushed of Jeremy before it would become too obvious and awkward. He got up, he needed to really use the bathroom after that tickle attack. He walked to the door and, on a whim, jokingly, he told Jeremy to just come out and tell him if he was into him, right before stepping out into the hallway. Jeremy tried to catch his breath, but his voice gave out on him as he tried to say, "I am,". But, being in the throes of puberty, his voice decided to break down and Jasper could not hear what he had just admitted. His first time admitting his feelings for another boy, and he had not been heard. How would he ever get the courage to try again! _______________________________________ That's it for part four. Thank you for reading! I have part five blocked out already and I do hope I won't keep you waiting as long! Email me at writersblock404@protonmail.com if you want to let me know what you think of it so far or have any creative writing suggestions. I'm open to feedback! And remember, if you can, consider a donation to Nifty!