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Chapter 8. JARROD: THE Roundabout
As Kip closed the door to his room, he picked up the scent of all their Activity, and his hands were wild in his pockets as he stared at the bed, the mess of covers, sheets and pillows, the smells in the room.....Oh, those smells! And he could see the images of the three of them still mauling each other, there.
Somewhat out of it, and moving toward the bed, he bent down to pick up his underwear. As he went to put it in the laundry b-ball hoop on his door, he saw another pair of shorts, at the bottom of his bed. A quick label check showed that the ones from the floor, were Jarrod's...or Ky's.
He remembered seeing Kyle put his underwear on, so he was holding Jarrod's underwear.
"Oh, Jarrod!", he sighed as he shoved his face into his friend's underwear. He breathed in so deeply, and heaved a deep, deep sigh, became dizzy, and fell to the bed, face buried in Jarrod's shorts....and smells. He continued to sniff, and absently lick the shorts, and while hunching into the bedclothes, he came off in his cargos. "Ohhhhh", wailed a small, muted voice, buried in the underwear of one of the boys he wanted to be with, soooo much.
"Ohhhhh".
Next morning, Kip was so happy to have been invited to Kyle's, he couldn't get himself calmed. He slept in Jarrod's shorts. When he woke, he took them off, and put them on his head and breathed through them. Finally, he jumped up, spiffed his room, secreted Jarrod's underwear in the back of his drawer, showered, dressed and sailed in to have breakfast and get to Kyle's.
On the run through the garage, he remembered the mag. Ran back, got it. Grabbing his backpack as well, he came back into the garage and looked around for 'that box'. He remembered that some of his brother's stuff was left in a box in the back of his closet. He had looked in it, and couldn't figure it out, so he just folded the flaps and stored it with some boxes of old toys on a shelf in the garage.
What triggered Kip, was that he remembered those 'things' while he was 'studying' the magazine last night. Pulling out the box, he stuffed the contents into his backpack, trashed the box, and took off for Kyle's.
He never checked the time, and was more than a half-hour earlier than Kyle and Jarrod had said, the night before. As he got to the house, he went down the side to yard and into the woods where they used to play. Hmmm. No kids.
"What?", he whined to himself. Always second-guessing himself, he shivered thinking he was either 'funned' or he messed up the time--or day. So, sulking, he stuck his hands deep in his pockets, and sloughed up to the house, up the back stairs, and seeing Kyle's mother in the kitchen, he knocked.
Kyle's mom invited Kip in, telling him that it was a long time since she had seen him, and how grown up he was.
"Hon, it's only 8:40, and Kyle usually sleeps late on Saturdays. Light bulb! Now he realized he was early. He was so relieved that the kids didn't shit him, he broke out in a big grin.
He said, "Oh I forgot to check the time...I'll just wait outside".
"No dear, why don't you just go up and wake him....20 minutes doesn't make that much difference. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you", said Kyle's mother.
She showed him to the stairs and told him which door, and sent Kip up the stairs.
When Kip got to Kyle's door, he was shaking like a leaf. He didn't want to knock and wake him like that. He tried the doorknob. It turned and opened the door. Kip slipped in and closed the door behind him. God, if he was shaking before, he was now a full-fledged earthquake in waiting.
Before him, spread-eagled and naked on his back, was Kyle.... morning hard-on displayed in all its glory, bobbing with each breath above his belly.
Kipper was so embarrassed, he started to sneak back out. He was trembling so much, he mishandled the knob and made enough racket, to wake Kyle. As Kyle rubbed himself, and his eyes, he caught a glimpse of boy-butt sneaking from the doorway.
"Hey, who's there? That you Jar?", Kyle yelled.
Kip stepped backwards into the room, enough to turn so Kyle could see, and hate him.
"Hey, Kipper. Whut'd my mother send you up? How late is it?", Kyle asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kyle, I'm 15 minutes early, and I didn't want to wake you...like this", said Kip.
"Come on. Get in here and lock the door, and come over here", Kyle said.
Relieved, Kip locked the door and walked over to Kyle's bedside. Kyle took his hand and pulled him down to sit on the bed. "Kipper, yesterday, we were naked together, kissing, sucking, and being all over each other...and you're nervous 'cause I'm naked this morning?", asked Kyle, nicely, but authoritatively.
Kip just looked down, in full blush from embarrassment.
In a flash, Kyle swung his leg around Kip's waist and pulled him down across his body, had his pants open, shorts down and cock in his hand. He rolled the boy over his chest till he could mouth his dick, and sucked it all in.
Kip was so on edge, that as Kyle just tried to give him a 'suck-kiss',
Kip swooned, with head dropping to the mattress, hunched once, twice, whined, "Ooooohhh!", and came a mouthful in Kyle's mouth.
"Jeee-susss! You are one hot boy! HOT BOY!", Kyle hoarse-whispered to him, as he licked his cock clean, kissed it, and then kissed Kip on the lips. He pulled him lengthwise, next to him in bed, pulled up the covers and snuggled up with Kip. "Thanks for the hot sauce breakfast, buddy", Kyle said.
He kissed Kip again, on the lips, and told him to just relax, while he washed, and got dressed. In 5 minutes, the boys were down the stairs. Kyle grabbed them pieces of toast each, and headed out to the yard. Jarrod came into the yard, the boys did a team-hand-clasp, and gathered the junk from the garage for the fort
The fort set-up, just 20 feet into the woods, behind Kyle's house, included a cleared area, about 15 feet in diameter, with a dugout (sort of a ground excavation) at the farthest side, which looked more like either a large foxhole, or an open bunker. Even now, with the kids much bigger than when the fort was in everyday use, they all could fit lengthwise, or crosswise, comfortably.
Hmmmm. I'm getting the picture.
The crap from the garage that they were hauling out to the woods was stockade fence components, enough to surround the entire clearing. There was a gate, and each component had hardware like house doors, which slotted together and spikes were driven through.
Geez, there were support posts, everything. It took almost more time to lug the crap out to the woods, as it did to set it up. Jarrod started the assembling, with the others doing the hauling. With the last of the structure pieces out there, the kids loaded up with the sleeping bags, vinyl liner mats, and blankets. They dumped them in the dugout, and helped Jarrod finish the last of the assembly.
While Kyle and Kip were busy securing one of the posts, Jarrod disappeared. When they stood up, Kip said, "Where's Jarrod?"
Kyle shrugged and jumped into the dugout, to spread out all the comfort items. "Hey! Quit it!", Kyle yelled at Kip.
"What?", Kip asked.
"What nuthin'. You hit me with sumthin'"
Kip shrugged and said, "Nah, uh uh. I didn't". Just then, both of them got rained on with a barrage of pebbles. Without even looking up, Kyle yelled, "You dick, Jarrod, and was tear-assing out the gate and up the tree-ladder, opposite, and into the tree house.
Kip was charging up behind him, and stumbled into him, when Kyle stopped in the doorway. There, in front of them, was Jarrod, naked, gripping one hard boy dick, pointed at them, menacingly, and said "Stop, or I'll cum!"
Kyle jumped him, Kip on top of both, and in no time they had Jarrod Spread-eagled on the floor, sitting on his legs, and kneeling on his arms. As Kyle opened his pants, he told Kip to squeeze Jarrod's balls, just enough to let him know who's boss.
As Kyle's boy dick 'rose' to the occasion, at Jarrod's lips...Jarrod feigned a fearful plea, "Oh please, not the cockwinder missile! Please! I'll do anything".
"You got that right, dicksucker", and jamming his cock into Jarrod's mouth, he continued, saying "and if I feel teeth, you won't have any".
Jarrod was motionless, "Umpphh!", is all the noise heard in the tree house. Kyle reached behind him and grabbed Kip, pulling him to come 'round front.
"Get naked Kip", Kyle said.
Kip hesitated. Impatiently, Kyle said, "come on, get that thing out here.... we got a boy to feed!"
Kip quick-stripped, and Kyle pulled him into a kneel over Jarrod's head, "Okay, now lean in and get your dick in his mouth next to mine".
Kip was flustered, scared, excited.....and hard! With a little twisting, squirming and maneuvering, Kyle filled his bud's mouth with two boy dicks.
Kyle told Jarrod to get into some serious sucking, or he was going to get those rocks he threw at Kip and Kyle, stuffed up his pooper.
Jarrod was working hard on the boys, and was even whipping his own porker, behind Kyle.
The sensations of both the blowjob, and their dicks rubbing against each other, were driving Kip and Kyle to new heights.
Not quite simultaneously, but together, all the same, they squealed,
"Yeeeoooo, aaahhh, arghh! Oh, uh, ungh, ooooooo!". The boys, in a nearly uncontrolled spunk shoot, pumped there cum over each other's dick, and onto Jarrod's tongue.
Kyle watched his buddy start a strained swallow of their combined loads, as he eased out, patting the boy's sweaty cheek, adding, "That's what I call Cocks Benedict---with special sauce, you dick!"
Oh, boy, did they feel good. Kyle laid down next to Jarrod and pulled Kip's body around, and on top of Jarrod, so they could enjoy feeling their nakedness. After a little rest, they roused themselves, dressed and got down to the fort, to complete the set up.
There were just a few things left in the garage: the prisoner post, and the punishment stocks. The 'stocks' were like those colonial day's things, where convicts were made to put hands, head and feet into these slots and then the top locked down over them. Usually, they were set up in the Town Square for ridicule. Anyway, Kyle had one of them for his fort.
Well, by now, it was late morning, and the hungrys directed the kids to the Kyle's kitchen. There, Kyle found lunch set up for the boys, with a note from his mom. She had gone out and wouldn't be back till late afternoon. Also, the note said that his father was golfing after a half day at work...so, he was on his own, and should feed his friends.
The kids wolfed everything, but were jabbering a mile a minute, with of all people leading...Kip. He said he had read through the whole magazine last night.
He said, "you guys wouldn't believe what's in it!"
Jarrod and Kyle faked the wide-eyed deal and after Kip finally finished Recounting all he could remember, and wound down, near out of breath,
Kyle asked, "well, what do you want to do?"
Kip furrowed up his brow, and said, "What do you mean?"
Jarrod said, "After yesterday, and even this morning in the tree house, I would think you'd like to play one of the scenes in the mag. So, do you?"
Jarrod didn't even know about the quickie blowjob in Kyle's bed that morning. "Yeah, which one?", chimed in Kyle
Kip's head was snapping back and forth as each boy peppered him. He said, "Uh, I didn't really 'pick' anything. I was sort of, too shocked, and even dizzy, sometimes, with everything all those guys were doing...and all the 'dirty' words they used in the stories, with the pictures. I think I got scared up, too. You know, I hear all the kids in school talk like that. I even said some of them words. I didn't really know that they really meant it...and did that stuff.
Kyle and Jarrod let it go right past them. Kyle again asked, "So what'd you pick?"
Kip this time, while he still said he didn't pick anything, seemed set on something to do now. "Well, I didn't 'plan' for anything, but I would, maybe, uh, well.....", Kip stumbled.
"Kyle said, "spit it out!"
"Lick.... me. And, umm, feel me, all naked. Both...of you. Jarrod? Kyle?", Kip was ten shades of red, and bowed his head. He couldn't face them.
Kyle jumped up, and said, "You're on!" Jarrod just sat not knowing what Kyle was thinking, as the boy cleared the table of the soda cans and plates.
"Fwooop!" The tablecloth was snapped off the table, and heaved in a corner. Kyle patted the top of the table, and and said, "Climb aboard, buddy".
Kip got up on the chair and sat on the table, confused as he could possibly be. Kyle pushed him down, cradled his head to the table, and straightened Kip's legs out. Kyle started to walk around the table, pulling chairs away. Jarrod got it, and stood pulling his own chair.
Kyle motioned Jarrod to walk around the table. Kip's eyes were following the boys.
Then in a quick snatch, Kyle grabbed Kip's ankles tight and scared him shitless. Jarrod right away followed, grabbing his wrists similarly, and pulling his arms above his head, and pressed to he table. Slowly, and methodically, they undressed Kip. Finally, he was shiny and naked on his friend's kitchen table, in a cold sweat, toes flexing, and fingers clenched into fists.
With hands constantly on his body, Kyle and Jarrod worked 'round and 'round the table. Their hands were everywhere, in every indent, crevice, crease and smooth spot. Ears, nose, eyes, hair, pits, nips, navel, crotch, fingers, and toes.
Their hands were doing a kind of 'feely' Chinese water torture. Kip started to wriggle, to want more, yet he knew he was having too much. Ohhh, he was spinning, a bit...then more. After a half-hour, the boys started to intersperse tongue licks, just before they felt a spot. Then tongue sucks on appendages, with hickey sucks on the smooth skin. Pretty soon they were in full lick of his entire body. They hardy missed a spot.
They worked one from the head, the other from the feet. When they met at his cock, they alternately, licked, sucked, kissed and popped it, till while Kyle beat the kid off unmercifully,
Jarrod wrapped his lips around the head. Kip was bouncing up and down, as the table legs bounced off the floor with him. Kip screamed a curdling cry, as he shot his joy jizz into Jarrod's mouth.
Jarrod stayed on him through the sensitive after-cum, further drawing heretofore unknown sensations, and screams, from Kip. No rest for the weary.
Kip was flipped over, and the whole routine was repeated.
Kip was in total disbelief, if he was able to think at all. The variations in this round came, when they got to his butt. While Jarrod circled Kip's butt with his tongue, Kyle got soap, a hand towel and lotion. He soothed the boy's pucker with the lotion, and once he was able to get into the kid, he worked the soap in, wet fingers and cleaned that pussy right out.
Just as Jarrod was tonguing down Kip's crack, Kyle's tongue made its first venture into Kip-pussy. Kip was now used to intrusion, so Kyle was thinking, how he could bounce him off the table again, while he and Jarrod finished desert. He pulled Kip's dick through his legs, trading licks on the sensi-spot, and the kid's pucker.
Then, with just one finger, he started a frenzied, light rub over 'the' spot on his dick and stuck his tongue into his poop chute.
"Agghhrrrghh!", groaned 5' 4" of sex putty, as he wiggled and alternately humped against the table as he came another super boy-load.
Kyle was pleased and pointed to the jam oozing onto the able. Jarrod clambered around between Kip's legs and licked up the jizz, and the leaking dick.
Kyle started turning Kip back over, and as Jarrod finished, the boys placed Kip on a chair. Kyle wiped the table down, and reset it. Then Kyle picked up Kip's clothes, and put them in his lap, while Kip just sat there in a daze.
Kyle looked outside, and seeing quiet, and no one, he grabbed a large towel from the linen closet, and laid it out on top of Kip, like a long bib. Lifting under his shoulders, he motioned for Jarrod to take his feet, and they took the naked boy right out of the kitchen, down the steps, across the yard, the woods, and into the fort, like a dead body.
They laid him on his back in the dugout. Kyle locked the gate, stripped, and climbed into the dugout alongside Kip. Jarrod followed suit. Both boys kissed him, one on each cheek, then all their lips together. They held it till Jarrod was able to suck Kip's tongue out.
While they smoothed their hands over his chest, and belly, dick and balls, they gently rolled him onto his belly. Jarrod moved to his head, and sat rubbing his neck and the back of his head, while easing a finger into his mouth, as Kip laid his head down on his right cheek.
Kyle pulled the lotion from his pants pocket, and rubbed his cock, while still lying next to Kip, pecking his cheek. Kyle gently eased the lotion into Kip's pussy again. One finger, and after 2 minutes, another.
Work around, work around, and Kyle whispered into Kip's ear, "You liked this in the magazine last night, Kip, didn't you?"
Kip just mumbled around Jarrod's finger.
Kyle eased up over Kip, and in a very smooth motion, eased down steadily, and into the boy. Kyle shivered all over as he went all the way in, and Kip just cooed like he'd been doing it all his life. It was one of the most loving of fucks. So gentle, so smooth.
Kyle was full length on the boy, licking the back of his neck, tonguing his ear, merely easing his butt up and down, as he loved his buddy.
Meanwhile, just as gently, Jarrod had eased Kip's head up, slid forward, and slipped his dick right into Kip's mouth. Kip, in full swoon, was lazily juicing Jarrod.
"Oh, it's so good! Soooooo gooood. Oh, god! Kyle was moaning, as he began a graceful long cocking of young boy butt. He didn't think he was getting the desired response from Kip, when all of a sudden, Kip began to hunchback to Kyle, literally, fucking himself. As if that wasn't enough, Kip's legs bent back over Kyle's back. First, they were just flailing up and down.
Then, he brought them back more forcefully each time, with his heels pounding Kyle's back, as he squealed out of a mouth full of Jarrod-dick. Finally, as he screamed, he yanked his feet back one more time, crossing and locking them tight together, with his boy toes clenched and curled under.
Kyle could feel him pulsing on his own dick, and no doubt about it, he was shootin' off again! Kyle impulsively slipped into short-stroke, and fired his own load of cum bullets into Kip.
Feverishly licking and kissing his buddy, for some minutes, in after-sex, he finally went limp. With both boys quiet, Jarrod straddled them, and lifted Kyle off Kip, and to the side. He then climbed aboard, and in the same manner as Kyle, before him, he slipped into Kip, with his boy-spit slicked cock.
He got a definite rise out Kip, because of his being just that little bit bigger, both in girth and length, and gave Kip a few new pleasures. Kyle replaced Jarrod at Kip's head, and the boys completed the first-ever, Kipper roundabout. Jarrod stopped in mid-rut, looked up at Kyle, circling his hand over.
He wanted Kyle to help him turn Kip over on his back. Then he motioned for Kyle to lay on his back, on top of Kip.
"Ohhhngrrh", groaned Kip, as he felt Kyle's weight from his groin to his chest. Kyle lay there quiet, leaned his head down, lipped with Kip, then tongued. Then Kip took over and really started working on Kyle's ear.
Meanwhile, back at 'Two boy-holes Junction', Jarrod was working Kipper's hard, young boy pleaser into Kyle's love chute. Then he pulled back on Kyle's legs, so that now Kip was firmly planted. Kip was now into his first boy!
Lost in the excitement of what was happening to him, he was practically chewing Kyle's ear, while he was flexing and hump-bumping Kyle. Jarrod re-entered Kip, who moaned once more because of Jarrod's larger dick.
Jarrod held firm for a moment. Then he began rocking slowly. With some difficulty, but remembering Kyle's 'games' wish, to press different boys' feet together, whenever it was possible, he did. With both boys' legs bent at the knee, he had their feet on his chest. He arranged a Kyle-right, to a Kip-left, and vice-versa. Once he pressed them together, Kyle got the message, and started exciting Kip's feet by rubbing, pressure, and toe flexing.
Jarrod even meshed some of their toes together, so they would hold through the next round. All the boys seemed be moaning, groaning and squealing, together.
Jarrod was rocking himself into frenzy. As he pumped Kip, Kyle slid up Kipper's root, then back. Oh, god, they were in ecstasy!
Jarrod was wild now. Kip was hunching onto Jarrod. Kyle was humping onto Kip. Pumping. Wailing. Humping. Moaning. Jarrod wailed, "I love looking down at two buddy faces, both together, licking, tongues, oh, shining back at me, ohhh, so pretty.... pretty...ohhhh!"
"Oh, fucking. I'm fucking. Oh, my god, I'm so, soooooo fuckinnnnggg!" Cried Kyle.
With tears pouring down his cheeks, Kip sobbed, "I'm so happy. I think I'm scared of....ohhhh....uh....FUCKINNNGG! Oh. Ungh. Uhh. Happy. Fucking. Love.....iiittt!!"
In a frenetic, boy-pounding finish, "ARRRRRGGGHHHH!", Jarrod unloaded into Kip.
Kyle was whipping that joy stick wildly, and started shooting right after Jarrod. Kyle, always the sharing boy, pumped at least one full shot on each of them. Jarrod got a chest shot; Kip got the first one, which shot above their heads, and got him, right in the eye. The rest, Kyle sprayed around, or spooged all over his belly.
Kip's mind had been racing, in pace with his renewed hunching in time to the boy fucking him. "It's just like the book...just like the book. I'm doing all that stuff.....the kids are doing stuff, too. Feels so good. So good. So good. I love it". Then he blurted out, "I love it!", all garbled.
Kyle turned his head, and said "Whadju say, boy?"
"Oh", Kip said, "I love it....love it...oh, god, I love it, you, this, so much...uhh, much".
Jarrod felt the boy's butt pulsing on his cock, as Kip humped his load into Kyle. Geez, was this his sixth cum since 8:30?
As the boys began to regain normal breathing, Jarrod executed the multi-boy disconnect. With Kyle still on top of Kip, Jarrod bent over his face, and licked the boy jelly off his belly and cock.
Kyle rolled off Kip, and moved up into a squat, near the boy's head. Jarrod was squatting at Kip's feet, lightly rubbing them and his legs.
Kip looked into Kyle's lap, then up at Kyle. Kyle nodded, whereupon Kip leaned forward, between Kyle's legs, as Kyle cupped the back of his head in his hand.
Kip started to lick. It was different from when he sucked dick yesterday, somehow. He moved his tongue and lips to Kyle's balls, and he was drooling, as he thought, "Oh my god, so much. I'm licking...I'm tasting a boy...uh, oh, so much. Love it. So much..."
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