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Chapter 9. JARROD:
Is it over when it's over?
Finally, recovered from their 6-hour rub-a-dub-fuck, the kids were sitting in the signature squat, naked, in the dugout. Kip jumped up saying, "Hey, I just remembered something. Last night, when I was reading the magazine, I thought I recognized some stuff I saw somewhere before. And I did."
Pulling his backpack open, as he jumped back into the dugout, he dumped the contents between them. Kyle lunged for the pinkish plastic tube-thing...."Holy shit! It's a dick!" he said.
A dildo to be sure, and it was certainly bigger than anything any of them had hanging. There was also a much thinner, almost straw-like sized, rippled thing that was made of the same material as the dildo. Then there was a cock-head with a buckle strap, plastic handcuffs, soft ankle cuffs, and a bunch of small packets that looked like restaurant 'wet naps'.
There was also some other more common household stuff, like tape and rope. It usually took a great deal to shut Jarrod's mouth. This was it! The kids just stared at the junk at their feet. Kyle asked, "What IS this?"
Kip grabbed the magazine, flipping pages toward the back. He folded it out before them. The kids must have seen this stuff when they first scanned the mag, but they must have shut it out. Anyway, there it was...pages of bondage stuff, and the guys in the pictures were using things like Kip had just dumped out on the blankets. "Where'd you get this?" Jarrod asked.
"It was in my brother's stuff. He left it when he moved out, and I remembered it when I saw it in the mag." Kip answered.
"Hmmm," mused Kyle. His mind whirling, he said, "You guys want to try some of this?"
Both other kids were not pulling back, but nobody jumped to get into it. Kyle, still fooling with the dildo, pulled the tube of lotion from his pants pocket. While rubbing lotion over and over on the dildo, he looked from boy to boy and back.
Instinctively, both kids pulled their hands down between their legs, as if to guard their holes. Kyle got the picture, and decided he would be the volunteer probee. He fingered the lotion into his own pucker, followed by another finger. Feeling braver now, Jarrod got down on his belly between Kyle's legs.
The dildo, in Kyle's hand, searched out a young boy hole to penetrate. Kip hunkered down next to, and partly on top of Jarrod, to watch the great insertion. Kyle eased the dildo forward as he pulled his fingers out.
"Urnmmph," he groaned, as he pushed not so hard, but with some significant pressure. He wormed it around, with only his pussy lips open, his butt muscles were unrelenting. Then, amazingly, his butt opened and took in the head of the fake cock.
"Ooooh, wheoo!" Kyle sort of gasped.
He said, "Hmmm, it feels better if I turn it while I push it up a little...."
"Geez, Kyle, should I go get a screwdriver?" Jarrod snickered.
"Dork!" was all Kyle muttered, at Jar's crude humor. Once he got the motion set, he asked the boys to do it to him. He said, "Push in, turn, pull it back a little...keep doing that over and over. Let's see how far I can get it in there."
Kip's was the first hand to the dildo. He followed Kyle's instructions, and geez, the thing was going all the way up Kyle's hole. Pretty soon, Kyle was really heating up, and started beating off, pulled his feet together, curling his toes. He was hunching up to the dildo, then begged Kip to move it faster in and out of him.
Jarrod held his bud's feet tight together, and started chewing on his toes. "Ohhhh, god, more, more, urnmph, uh, fuck me, fuck me, ahhhhh, FUCK ME!!!" he screamed.
Jarrod jumped up and covered Kyle's mouth. Kip was pumping the dildo as fast and as deep as he could. Kyle shot off all over them. Ho-leee!
That was great! What a jerkoff!" Breathing hard, then calming...he said, "Uh, oooomm, we'll have to pass this around....for when we're home....alone, wackin'."
After Jarrod had uncovered Kyle's formerly screaming mouth, he said. "I think I know how to use this cock-head and strap thing now".
They all smiled at each other as he held it up to Kyle's mouth. It was strange how real, and serious, the kids realized these 'toys' made their play. It sort of took the innocence out of it. But, they also knew it could be fun, too.
Kyle suggested they shower, and then they could show Kip the clean-out routine they used before 'playtimes'. They each put on their underwear, and went in the house. They managed to get back down to the fort, after each kid came off only once, with another kid's fingers up his butt, in the shower.
Still in their briefs, the boys, in the midst of typical kid jabber, looked to Jarrod, who said, "You know, my birthday's comin' up next month, and the folks are letting me have anybody over I want."
The kids' eyes lit up, especially Kip's, at being truly included now. And, I've decided I want it to be a 'flag football' party. We're gonna send the 'flag tail' in the invites, and if you're comin', you just return the flag in the marked envelop.
"Yeah!" the others cheered.
"That's a great idea!" Kip said.
With that, everybody started pulling their stuff together, and storing the blankets and sleeping bags. Kip put the 'toys' back in the backpack, except the dildo. They decided it should be Jarrod's, till they got together again. Kyle was going to keep the straw-like thing, and the magazine, to see what he missed in his first pass.
More than sated, after a wild day together, the boys high five'd each other at the street in front of Kyle's, and separated, agreeing to call when they would get together again.
Kip was in ecstasy. He had two boyfriends. They liked him. They wanted him around. Then, he got himself all goosey, as he stuffed his hands in his pants to play, dreaming of Jarrod's briefs in back of his drawer at home.
Shuffling off the other direction, Jarrod, dildo in his hand, in his pocket, was trying to tease his crotch with it, from inside his pocket. Then he took out the dildo, for a moment, sniffed, and licked it, all around the head. "Geez, I'm lickin' Kyle", he surprised himself, throwing an instant bone.
Kyle walked back to the fort, then up to the tree house. He kneeled and rubbed the floor where they 'fed' Jarrod 'cocks benedict' that morning. He sighed, rose, and went down to the fort, running his hand over the wooden stock, looking at the prisoner post. Was he setting the images for his fantasies? Planning for future 'play'? He covered the stock with the vinyl liner from the bunker, picked up the tiny dildo-thingus, the magazine, and sluffed through the gate to the back steps.
"Oh," he said to himself, "I gotta go get that sleeping bag."
In a lopey kid-trot, he hustled over to the garage, and rustled through the stuff till he found the one he was looking for. Rolling it up under his arm, he took off back to the house, and up to his room. He put the crap down, and laid out the bag on his bed.
There, it was, in all it's glory. He stripped out of his clothes again, and glided down, with his nose riding just on the surface of the sleeping bag. "Ummm, Kipper", he swooned, as he licked the cum spot Kip had left, during the love-in, in the bunker.
God, he was so hot again. He sucked and licked that spot, and humped the bag, till he made a another 'spot' of his own. "Ohhh, so good, gooood!", he moaned, as he rolled over, feeding himself with 'finger' food, till it was gone......and he fell into a deep sleep.
Wacky Jarrod, shot off in his shorts, half-way home, lost his balance, and fell down in the street in his excitement, and walked the rest of the way, soggy, and cold, trying to keep his legs apart...the bowlegged horn dog!
As soon as Kip got in his room, he pulled Jar's shorts over his head, breathed deep and fell asleep. So there they were, three wet dreams in waiting. R-r-r-r-r-i-i-n-g-g-g!
"Whut..? Huh? Uh! Oh," Jarrod grunted, waking to the phone.
"Hullo?"
"Jar, it's Kyle."
"Yeh....whut....I'm dead". "Wake up you dork, you gotta help me," Kyle said urgently.
Jarrod sat up, with some concern. "Whatsa matta?"
"I want to sleepover tonight," Kyle said.
"Here?"
"No, atchur grannys'! Of course, there!" Kyle said, "dumbass! I wanted to know if it's ok with you, before I spring it on the 'rents. They'll let me come over. And your mom adores me, so that's no problem. Well?"
Jarrod said, "Uh, yeah. Great! See ya in a bit."
Once Kyle got there, Jar's parents sent him up to Jarrod's room. Sprawled out in his drawers, Jarrod looked out from behind the dildo, which he had propped up in his crotch. Kyle closed the door, and grabbed the thing, shoving it in Jarrod's mouth. "Ummm, Kyle,"
Jarrod mumbled. Kyle actually blushed, remembering where that thing had been a few hours ago. Jarrod said that he just crashed when he got home, and missed dinner, just grabbing a snack after Kyle had called. Kyle said that he did the same thing, but was hornin' all over the house so bad, he wanted to see Jarrod.
"Can I grab a snack?" Kyle asked as he groped his buddy.
"Dju lock the door?"
Kyle said, "Yeh," as he pulled Jar's shorts down. He swung his legs up on the bed, and the impromptu '69' was on. After a few licky moments, Kyle was back up, squatting at Jarrod's feet.
"Geez, I really loved the fun we made today, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yeh, I did, and funny.....I missed it, uh, us, 'soon's I left, too," Jarrod answered.
"Me, too," said Kyle.
"Wanna play?"
"Matter a fack, I been thinking up some 'games'," Jarrod said.
Kyle's eyes lit up, and he crinkled up his nose with that kiddie-boy smile that ran all his freckles together, and asked, "What? What is it? Anything to do with this?" he said holding up the dildo.
"Nah," Jar said, moving over and lifting the covers.
Kyle crawled under, with Jarrod behind. Sneaks and clothes came out from underneath, to the floor. They did their slither around-humpy-slink, all naked, rubbing together, and heating up, and....Jarrod raised up from under Kyle, and said, "It's time." He pulled the covers down.
Then he turned and hauled Kyle around till his head was at the foot of the bed. "Are you still gooey, or should I get the vaseline?" Jarrod asked.
"Gooey," said Kyle, "haven't washed since Kip the impaler."
They both giggled. By now, Jarrod had two fingers in Kyle's chute, and already had him undulating over the bed. Jarrod worked Kyle into a near gagging frenzy, before positioning himself under Kyle's legs, with his own feet up into Kyle's pits, his knees slightly bent. Pulling on Kyle's legs, which were now over his shoulders, he scooched himself right up to Kyle's butt.
His pretty-in-pink, smooth as silk, rock-hard peter was riding his lower belly. He sort of bent a bit, at the waist, to accommodate the discomfort as he started to bend his dick down to his bud's waiting, winking, pucker. Slowly, and easy-does-it, he pressed it into Kyle's boy pussy lips.
Holding firm, pressing forward, just enough, he reached out for Kyle's left hand, gripped tight and gently pulled toward him. "Ooooo, ummm, uh, ungh," moaned Kyle in a steady, low monotone, as his body slid up onto Jarrod's poker.
Now joined at Jarrod's tow-bar, their bodies were stretched out not quite flat, away from each other. Jarrod was so excited from the exertion of the boy-pullover, let alone the sensations his peter was experiencing, it almost brought him off. "Ohh!," he groaned, as he barely managed to suppress.
He rested. Looking down the long trunks of their pretty bodies, to Kyle's face, he wrapped his arms around the kid's legs, pursed his lips to a kiss, and made a smile of half mischief, half glee. One little hunch forward, started it off. After he started a rhythmic to and fro motion, he started to pull and push Kyle, by his legs. The boy rode back and forth over Jarrod's cock.
The cock, itself, was bent down straining against itself, slowing Jarrod's mean time to cum, but doubling the stimulation that he was giving Kyle. The pressure against Kyle's 'hot' spot was sooo intense each time he hit it....and god, he kept hitting it! Faster, and faster!
The kids were on autopilot now. Both were hunching, rocking, sliding, and oh, no-o-o, they were fucking themselves mad! Jarrod, seeing Kyle arching his back up, and hearing the boy's whine getting louder, he reached a hand to Kyle's mouth, and at the same time reached for his dick.
He whipped that boy's dick wildly. Tongue out, drool, his hand now in Kyle's mouth thankfully garbling the kid's squally, out-of-control whine. Oh my god, they were bouncing all over the bed, fucking, pumping, sliding, beating, ohhhh!
What a boy sight! Kyle arched up a final time, and held---then the most fabulous spunk shot of his young life arched over his head, the bed, and hit the floor. As Kyle fell to the bed, Jarrod's cock, which had arched backward even further, sunk back into the convulsing kid.
"Uh, ungh, Arrrrgggmmmmph!" Jarrod nearly screamed, as he came into buddyhole.
He actually had the presence of mind to press his mouth into Kyle's thigh, to muffle cries that would have brought the parents 'to the rescue'....God help them, to be found screaming, locked in full rut.
Jarrod was still pulsing in boy pussy, as he leaned back and down onto his pillow. Just as he was winding down, his friend had taken his foot out of his pit, and started fingering and licking it.
"Ohhh, Kyle, that's so good....oooooh, lick me, taste me. God, I need my buddy to taste me, ohh, taste....play with me, ohhhh, play with meee!!"
"Jarrod, do me, too, huh?", Kyle begged.
Jarrod pulled the boy's feet down to his face. He laid his head on Kyle's left instep, and pulled his right foot to his mouth. As he licked the top of his toes, he pushed his fingers in and through them. Pretty soon, they were doing much the same thing to both each other's feet.
Also, pretty soon, they were boys on fire! Again! Jarrod, quick-lurched up, grabbed at, and pulled the covers over them. They pulled each other, while on their sides, into a fetal-ball, heads between legs. They worked from pussy to pole, till they joyously sucked every last drop of cum out of those hairless, boy balls.
Hunching, while pumping their jam, in that fetal ball, legs, feet and butts , heaving, expanding and contracting, would have looked like baby birds trying to hunch themselves out of their shell.
But alas, the boy buds squirmed, and squeezed and wormed around inside each other's boy shell, until they had extracted the maximum that such pretty boys could take from one another.....oohhhh, pulsing puckers, hearts pounding, breaths shortened, drooling mouths, boy-dick ooze streaming gently over licking, loving tongues, buried inside those sweet boy faces.
Ohhhh, and we couldn't even see it under all those covers...........or could we.......... Don't hold back.
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