Jake's Room

Oliver Oaken was a good looking kid. Long brown hair, thin, nice face. Even if he wasn’t the bulkiest kid, he still had a decent amount of muscles and the beginnings of chest hair, his proudest accomplishment. He had always been the best looking guy at school. That was, until Jake Ryan showed up. That didn't even bother Oliver at first. He figured he would get another bud out of it. But after a few months it seemed obvious that Jake didn't want or need his friendship, only going after girl after swooning girl. Normally Oliver wouldn't mind, but when it seemed every girl he tried to pick up only wanted Jake Ryan and nothing else.

So after several weeks of planning Oliver decided that he needed to devise a way to get back at Jake for being such stiff competition. He finally decided that if he wanted Jake down he would have to go for his face or crotch, since that’s probably what most of the girls were looking at. Almost immediately he decided on the crotch, since the face was too risky. After all he was a movie star and he needed a face for that.
So Oliver bought a huge bottle of itching cream, planning to slip it into Jake's wanking lube. The effect would be Jake, itching his crotch nonstop for the next week or so which would be enough to turn off almost every girl in school.

Oliver was now crouching outside of Jake's bedroom window. Jake had just walked down the hall to take a shower so Oliver didn't have much time. He slowly opened the window and hoisted himself through the opening. He glanced around the room, looking for the bottle of lube he needed to contaminate. He quickly opened the first drawer of the nightstand next to Jakes king sized bed. Rifling through the full drawers, he passed through loose papers and pens and other useless junk.

After having sifted through all three drawers of the nightstand, the five dresser drawers and across the desk, Oliver was still searching. He flopped himself down on Jakes huge bed with an angry sigh. Lying back, he felt a bump under the soft touch of the large red comforter. Reaching a hand underneath the bedspread, he pulled out a long bottle of Jake's lube. Unscrewing the top, he sprinkled in as much of the itching powder as he could to not make it obvious. He closed the bottle and shook it to get the contents mixed. But as he hurried to shove it back under the blankets he heard a noise in the hall. Jake must be out! Oliver dove into the open closet doors and hid himself behind a vacuum and covered himself with two jackets that were on the closet floor.

With an eye peeking out, he saw Jake walk into the room, a thick white towel wrapped around his small waist. His hair, glistening blonde with dampness hung around his face. His fifteen year old chest was thin and toned, with fine blonde hairs running up his chiseled stomach. Oliver could see what the girls were after now. He seemed to have more of everything compared to all the other guys. He was visibly inches taller then Oliver, with more muscles, more tan, more body hair, and a considerably bigger bulge in his towel then Oliver remember him or any other guy in the locker-room having. Oliver felt himself growing hard in his pants, and with a tiny squeak he pressed down on his manhood, horrified that his favorite body part was betraying him so easily.

Jake glanced over Oliver's direction at the squeak, but ended up shrugging it off. He sat on the end of his bed, eager for a good whacking off session. Reaching under his comforter, he retrieved his bottle of lube. Jake unscrewed the top and squeezed a handful of thick, clear gel into his palm. With his other hand he undid the towel around his waist. Jake Ryan's half hard cock dangled between his tanned legs, growing upward as he spread the lube up and down his thick shaft. With one hand Jake caressed the swelling organ, rubbing his pre cum across his head.

Oliver slightly moaned from the closet. He had never seen another erect cock before. He had seen other guys in the locker-room changing, but no one was ever hard in there. He furiously rubbed his penis through his shorts. Oliver kept the same pace as Jake, who was now moaning loudly, spread back across his bed, legs spread open. Jake was using his left hand to rapidly stroke himself and his right to play with his ass cheeks, puckered hole, and hairy ball sack.
"Ooo-oo-oliverrr" Jake moaned, fingering his hole in time with his strokes.

Oliver gasped, thinking Jake had noticed his presence. But no, Jake was simply fantasizing about the boy he desired. Realizing this, Oliver slowly pulled off the shorts and shirt restraining his erect cock. Pulling off the jackets that covered him, he walked out into Jake's room wearing only his striped boxers with a growing wet spot in the middle of his tent.

"O-Oliver?!" Jake started, trying to cover up his leaking dick, blushing outrageously. "What a-are you doing h-h-here?" he stammered.

"Don't worry. I think we both know why." Oliver said smoothly as he pulled off his last remaining item of clothing, revealing his hard penis, surrounded by a bush of thick brown pubic hair and drooping, low-hanging testes. He reached a hand out towards Jake, clipping the top of his engorged dick, greeted by the slick drop of lube and precome. Jake sat up fully now, stretching a hand up towards Oliver's hard-on, pulling down on the shaft and earning a moan from the brown-haired boy.

Oliver jumped down onto the bed, ending up next Jake, their dicks rubbing against one another. Jake rolled over on top of Oliver, his tanned body in contrast again Oliver's lighter skin. Jake reaching an arm around Oliver to bring him in for a scorching kiss. Jake retreated quickly, licking and nipping down the other boys face and neck, nuzzling his chest and nipples. Oliver's hands ruffled through Jake's now dry hair, rubbing his neck and shoulders within reach.

Jake inhaled sharply when he reached Oliver's thick patch of hair above his penis, relishing in the musty smell of the boy. Tentatively sticking out his tongue, Jake licked his way up the shaft, swirling around the uncut head, still sheathed in its protective flap of skin. Jake lapped up the pool of precum around the slit as Oliver groaned and shuddered under his touch. Jake practically swallowed Oliver's seven inches, his nose nearly buried in dark brown hair. Bobbing his head around the thick shaft, Jake moaned into the cock as he sucked. Oliver began to buck his hips into Jake's throat, pushing himself further and further into Jakes mouth. With a moan of release, Oliver cummed in a blast of ghostly white liquid into Jake's mouth, several droplets dripping down the corners of his lips.

Jake crawled up Oliver's chest, planting a kiss on the boy. With a swing of his hips, Jake sat on Oliver's chest with a sultry smile at Oliver. Jake's neglected dick now rested on Oliver's chin, still rock hard and aching for release. Oliver's tongue darted out and flicked Jake's eight incher, as Jake reached around his back and fisted Oliver's already hard again penis. Oliver furiously sucked, driven by the excellent hand job he was receiving, and the fact that he wanted to make Jake feel as good as he had done to him. So as Jake toyed with Oliver's balls and dick, Oliver pinched and twisted the nipples on the boy above him, while sucking on the delicious prick in front of him. Jake came in a wave of semen, which was understandable considering how he had been erect for so long. His cum spread across Oliver's face, mixed in his hair and eyebrows. Jake quickly turned around, using both hands now to complete Oliver for the second time that night.

With a shout, Oliver came, coating Jake's hands and chest with his sticky man juice. Jake turned around again and lay next to Oliver. They lay there together, not saying anything, until Jake began to itch his penis. His ball sack, ass, and dick were all itching uproariously. He sat up to itch it all. Oliver looked over in amusement, until his face and chest began itching, as Jake's crotch had been there too.

"Sorry, my fault, I'll explain later" Oliver panted as he itched away.
"How-can-we-get-rid-of-THIS?!" Jake groaned, as he scratched his reddening ballsack.
"How about a shower?" Oliver said with a wink.

And with that they hopped up and ran for the shower room.


-fin

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