G-rowing Pains - 4. Chapter 4 - Jasper's place

Jeremy wiped the last of his tears away and just hung against Jasper. They were still in the boathouse's small indoor training area. It was completely enclosed, with only a few high windows allowing sunlight to shine in. Weights, benches, and, of course, rowing ergs, which no good rowing club could do without, were present.

They were sitting next to each other on one of the weight-lifting 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 fantastic idea. “Why don’t you come over to my place again tomorrow? It’s been a while,” Jasper ventured.

Jeremy raised his head and gazed into Jasper's brown eyes. It had been a while indeed. "Of course, why not? Like, after school?" he inquired.

Jasper gave it some thought. "I could ask mum if she wouldn't mind having you over for dinner as well," he suggested, "and then you could stay even a little longer."

Jeremy's face lit up at the thought; that would be nice. He knew from previous visits that Jasper's mother was a fantastic cook. She made the most delicious biscuits and sandwiches. "I'll have to ask my parents as well," 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 too indeed. He was at that awkward age where you stopped having ‘play dates’, but still just wanted to have friends over occasionally. And, well… okay, he had to admit, play.

That evening, both Jeremy and Jasper let their parents know about their plans. And, barring any homework issues, both sets of parents gave consent. Though, Jeremy had to promise to behave as well, be a good guest. As if he wouldn’t! It's just the way his parents were.

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 replied quickly.

Jasper sent 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 his clothes on. Worst-case scenario, Jasper could see his pillow had a floral print. It took him a second to realize Jasper was just making fun of him. Two could play that game, and he quickly sent back an eggplant emoji. Which, for some absurd reason, had nothing to do with any actual eggplants in the world of texting.

Now, Jasper was a bit of a newbie to the texting scene. He knew what sexting was, they had gotten a lecture on the dangers of that at school. But what was the deal with texting back vegetables? 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 'eggplant emoji', and quickly Google gave Jasper an important life lesson. Not all eggplants are what they appear to be. This was basically an emoji for a dick-pic! Even though he had not really intended to take the conversation this way, he could not deny feeling somewhat excited now. This was pretty much on the edge. The teachers at school had basically said this was dangerous territory. Which, of course, made it all the more fascinating. Would he dare take it a bit further?

He was lying in his bed. The covers were pulled up high because it wasn't all that warm in his room. His bedside lamp was turned on, but the rest of his room was already dark. This was probably a good thing because Jasper was not the most organized person and his room could use a good cleaning before Jeremy arrived. But, as long as no one broke their neck, everything should be fine.

His focus returned to his phone. He'd been quiet for a while, and Jeremy was probably waiting for a response. He drew his covers down a little more and looked down at his lithe frame with just a smidgen of abs on him. He took a picture of his chest, looking down at his belly button, and sent it to Jeremy before he could change his mind. No text, let’s just see what Jeremy would make of this!

Jeremy had actually just put his phone away after no longer receiving any replies from Jasper. He assumed Jasper had become bored and had fallen asleep. When he heard a buzz on his bedside table, he instinctively grabbed his phone and clicked to see what had been sent. He almost dropped his phone between his bed and the bedside table, but he caught it just in time. Oh my gosh! Full-screen, a bare-chested Jasper had jumped out at him. His heart started throbbing wildly!

He could see his friend's completely hairless and thin frame. The slight rise of the pectoral muscles, and then, lower, he could follow the abdominal muscles down to a very cute little bellybutton. He shouldn't be thinking it, but he was almost saddened to see the view come to an end on the edge of the pushed back blanket. However, when he quickly zoomed in on the image, he noticed a distinct lack of pajamas or briefs. Did Jasper sleep in his underwear? Or nude? He had no idea because they had never had a sleepover.

Jeremy could feel a tent forming underneath his sheets, and it was not just a tiny little bump. He could have started a circus underneath it, complete with elephants and all. He didn't dare to go naked, like Jasper, but he was going to give his friend a big surprise. He drew back his sheets most of the way, like Jasper had, but he clearly showed the tent at the end. He took a quick photo, checked it to make sure nothing was showing that he didn't want to show, and sent it back to Jasper. Realizing he had been holding his breath out of excitement, he let out a massive sigh. Oh my goodness! What on earth had he just done?

Jasper had been holding his breath as well. After sending the photo, he couldn't stop wondering if he had, perhaps, misunderstood Jeremy's joke. Jeremy would know that an eggplant had a double meaning on the internet, wouldn’t he? The longer he waited, the more concerned he became. He had started to get aroused immediately after sending the photo… the worries had definitely dampened his mood for now. Had it been too much? Had he jeopardized his friendship with Jeremy?

Jasper's screen lit up with a buzz. 'Jeremy has sent you 1 message.' Was he going to get a good earful? As soon as he clicked open the message, he realized he wasn't going to get an earful, but an eyeful. DUDE! His gaze was immediately drawn to the massive tent beneath Jeremy's sheets. Surely, he must be faking it? But wait, one hand was on his stomach, and the other was probably holding the phone. Then it can't be his hand pushing up a tent.

He slid his hand down and pushed his covers down. Jasper jr. appeared to have quickly regained his composure and jumped up to meet him. However, in terms of tents, he'd be lucky to just go camping. He gave it a few tugs and there was a small growth-wise improvement to his tent. His friend, on the other hand, really had the upper hand. Would a year's difference in age make such a distinct change? He wished he could peer down the sheets on the photo and properly compare. This only led to more tugging, and before he knew it, he was jerking his young dick while looking at Jeremy's photo and imagining himself holding his friend's dick. 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 it for well over five minutes, but in reality, he had suddenly and forcefully reached the finish line in just about forty seconds. He had not been very active, sexually. I mean, not by himself, of course. He had jerked it for a while at times because it felt nice, comforting. But this was different. His heart was racing, it felt like he was on the last hundred meters of a rowing match. And then, all of a sudden, he finished, and there was a sense of release… and wetness all over his hand. Another resounding DUDE rang out in his head, it had never done that before! It was not much, but surely, this was what everyone had been talking about. Ejaculation, orgasm… cum!

He sniffed his hand; it didn't smell like anything, and it looked clear. Curiosity drove him to stick out the tip of his tongue and give his hand the tiniest of licks. Nah, nothing. Not even what he’d imagine pee would taste like. Slippery, though. He wiped his hand clean on the sheets that hung over the side of the bed closest to the wall because it wasn't all that much. Nobody would notice.

His heart rate was now returning to normal. He was feeling incredibly relaxed, and then he realized he had yet to respond to Jeremy. No, this was not something he dared take a photo of. Instead, he went back to his emojis. Eggplant, rain, zzzzzz. Let Jeremy make of that what he wanted! He sent the message, returned his phone to the bedside table, and promptly fell asleep.

On the other end of the line, Jeremy had been waiting for Jasper's response to his rather risqué photo. Was it too… gay? He'd always heard stories about guys sending dick pics or photos of their tented shorts to other guys. The best stories began there. Some of the porn he'd been looking at online consisted of collections of dick pictures. He thought he had a good understanding of all the different shapes and sizes they came in. He figured his wasn't too bad. Except for the slight curve to the left, which had worried him for a while as he began to grow and develop larger erections. He had convinced himself that only half of his dick had started growing, and the other half was probably damaged goods. But, as the internet pointed out, they come in all shapes, sizes… and directions.

His phone buzzed and flashed to notify him that Jasper had finally responded. He opened it, hoping to find another photograph. However, all he had received were emojis. Eggplant, rain, and… sleep? It took a few seconds for his tired brain to connect the dots, or rather, the emojis. No way…! Was Jasper telling him that he had jerked his eggplant, came like it was raining, and was now nodding 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'd ever had, at least in terms of involving another human being and outside his imagination.

His mind went in to full overdrive, and his hormones pushed it even further. He threw back his covers, and he hardly had to touch his dick before it spewed out a few big wads of thick white cum all over his chest. Jeremy wasn't new to choking the chicken, giving himself a hand, milking the monster… but it had been a long time since he had come without barely touching himself. It was like waking up in the big finale of a wet dream.

For Jeremy, there was no way he could wipe anything off on the side of his bed. He was, however, always prepared with an old sock, stuffed between his mattress and the bed. He was careful to always make the sock vanish before his mother did the beds. Thank goodness, she was as consistent as a clock when it came to doing laundry. He quickly cleaned up after himself and stuffed the sock back where it had appeared from. He took one last look at his phone, admiring Jasper's photo, before falling asleep as well.

NEXT DAY

The next day, school seemed to last an eternity. Jasper and Jeremy were not only in different years, they both attended different schools. But apparently, the universe had seemed fit to slow down time at both schools, as both Jeremy and Jasper felt like their six-hour schedule for today lasted thirteen hours, without breaks.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with the universe at all, and time moved at the same rate in both schools. However, when you have high hopes and big plans for the afternoon, time irrevocably seems to slow down.

Jeremy and Jasper rode their bikes to school. They lived close enough not to need to go by bus. When their schedules coincided, they would usually meet halfway when they were both on their way home. They had already texted each other during their lunch breaks and agreed to meet halfway under the bridge they had to pass under on their way home. Normally, they’d go their own ways again in about ten minutes, but this time, Jeremy would continue with Jasper to his home. Everything he needed was already in his backpack.

Jasper had arrived first and was eagerly awaiting Jeremy's arrival beneath the bridge. It was a nice and secluded space where he had to wait. During the day, only a few people on foot or by bike would pass beneath this section of the bridge. For that reason, it was also a rather messy place. The area was littered with cardboard boxes and bottles. He had heard that this was a popular spot for homeless people to sleep at night. Though, personally, he had never seen anyone else here. He found it amusing that it gave some of his friends the creeps when they had to pass beneath the bridge here. The solitude felt peaceful to him. Even though it was a train bridge, there were never many trains passing overhead. So, usually, it was also dead quiet here. He had even seen a fox scurrying around once. Real urban nature.

Jasper had gotten off his bike and he had sat down on a large piece of concrete that was lying on the ground, a little way off the biking path. His backpack was on the ground in front of him, and his bike was on its stand beside 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. In this photo, pointing straight down, actually not showing anything, Jeremy’s dick looked way bigger than it ever did in the showers, when seen from the front.

You had showers and growers. At least, according to Jasper's uncle, Geoff. Don't get me wrong, dicks were not a common topic of conversation between his uncle and him. But, with his uncle an out-and-proud gay man, Jeremy had discovered that it made more sense to ask his uncle a few questions about puberty and development than his father. Like, who would know more about guys and boys than a gay man? His uncle was also very close to their family. Uncle Geoff and his husband, Uncle Karl, came over frequently for dinner or to watch a movie or sports. Despite being gay, Geoff and Karl were both avid sports fans. Right there, another stereotype thrown out the window.

Anyway, the topic of showers and growers had come up after a family trip in which he, his father, and his uncles had gone swimming in a lake. While drying off, he couldn't help but notice a distinct difference between his father and his uncle, his uncle dangling something resembling a snake beneath his towel. This prompted a remark about showers and growers, which his uncle explained to him later that afternoon in greater detail because it had left Jasper quite confused.

Anyway, there was Jasper, waiting for Jeremy under the bridge, staring at his phone and very much lost in thought.

"Hello, sexy!" Someone yelled, whistling a well-known tune popular among construction workers.

That immediately drew Jasper's attention. He looked up, locking his phone screen at the same time, and saw that Jeremy had finally arrived.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Jasper remarked, tutting Jeremy.

"I couldn't help but be here early because school was out half an hour early. Some kid went berserk, causing a huge commotion, and they then announced that classes would end early." Jasper explained.

“I wonder what that was all about then,” Jeremy asked, dropping his bike next to Jasper’s. He sat down next to his friend and quickly checked his friend's phone. "Is there anything interesting on that?" he inquired.

Jasper showed Jeremy his phone, which now just had a lot of text on it. "I'm just reading some fanfic to get some inspiration," Jasper said. He had quickly changed which program was open.

“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 come up with 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 already been done. But, that way, I’ll never find anything original,” Jasper explained, scrolling through the story as if looking for something. He felt it was just out of his reach, like, when you want to remember someone's name, and you almost have it, but not quite.

"Well, I don't know what your story is about," Jeremy thought for a moment before continuing. "However, if all the inspiration you find from other writers feels like it isn't your idea, why not try to incorporate some personal experiences into 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 smiled as he looked up. "You know, that's not such a bad idea," he said. "I might also be able to make the characters more realistic that way." Jasper stood up and shoved his phone back in his pocket. "All right, let's get going. The last one at my house is a turd!"

Both boys quickly hopped back on their bikes and raced towards Jasper's house. They went through a small park, dangerously crossed a road (which they knew was never used by cars), and almost collided with a garbage can. Jasper beat Jeremy by the tiniest of margins because he knew the road a little better.

“TURD!” Jasper yelled at Jeremy, holding his fingers in an L shape against his forehead.

Jasper's house was quite nice. Freestanding, with a lovely patch of well-kept grass in front, two stories high, and extremely white. This seemed to be a recurring theme in Jasper's neighborhood. The flowers in front of the house really did seem to burst out in color, though, against all that white.

Jasper opened his front door and welcomed Jeremy inside. Both boys kicked off their shoes and dashed up the stairs to deposit their bags. Jasper's parents hadn't arrived yet; they'd be home in about an hour, like usual. He had the last bedroom upstairs, his parents had the first, and in between the bedrooms was an unconnected bathroom that they all shared.

Jasper's room was on the verge of becoming a teenager's room. With movie posters and a good shelf of books. However, the toys on the floor and the stuffed bear on the bed told a story of a boyhood not yet fully passed. Jeremy had been over to Jasper's place before, and he liked that Jasper still slept with a big old teddy bear. It was cute that he wasn't afraid to show his boyish side. Actually, Jeremy didn’t really think it was a very conscious decision of Jasper. He could be very child like at times… but, then again, he knew his emojis. He heard his inside voice laughing at that.

They both sat down on Jasper's bed, their bags thrown on the floor. Their breathing was still a little heavy from the bicycle sprint to Jasper's house. "So, turd, you have to tell me, what's the deal with the aubergines?" Jeremy asked, nudging Jasper in the side with his elbow.

Jasper raised his brows, aubergines? Then it hit him what Jeremy knew, and he turned a couple of shades of red, recalling his bedtime adventures right here, on this very same bed.

“Eggplants you mean, get your vegetables straight.” Jasper said, pushing his elbow into Jeremy’s side.

Jeremy wasn’t about to let him go with that, neither the remark, nor the poking in his side. He twisted around and thrust both hands into Jasper's sides, launching a vicious tickle attack. "I know what eggplants are," he said emphatically, "I KNOW what eggplants are. You were jerking off yesterday!"

Jasper could hardly catch his breath, he knew Jeremy wouldn’t stop before he admitted it. He tried to hold out a little longer, but his bladder was begging him to stop the punishment. "OK, okay, I did it! I'm sorry, I was just in that kind of mood," Jasper admitted laughing, "and it was all your fault! Sending me pictures like that!" he said, wagging his finger accusingly.

Jeremy had stopped tickling, but he was still lying halfway across Jasper, breathing almost as heavily. “I’m sorry if I went a bit 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 effort to get away from under Jeremy.

Jeremy looked down at Jasper. The brown eyes staring back at him were almost hypnotizing him, as if a giant cobra was trying to enchant him. He was acutely aware of every contour of Jasper's body beneath him, every muscle and bone he could feel pressed into him. And, as he was lying there quietly, he felt something else, something beating rhythmically. He could feel Jasper's heartbeat, which was racing like crazy. Racing, like his heart. "Yeah, well, and you seemed to really like it," he said, unable to admit how much he had liked it himself. He still couldn’t openly admit his feelings, not even to Jasper, for who most of his feelings were. But he felt he was soooo close, it almost physically hurt how close he was to telling him.

After a while of staring at each other, Jasper felt an unwelcome rise coming on, and he pushed Jeremy away before it became too obvious and awkward. He stood up because he needed to use the bathroom badly after that tickle attack. He walked to the door and, jokingly, told Jeremy to just come out and tell him if he was into him, right before stepping out into the hallway.

Jeremy was still trying to catch his breath, as he attempted to say, "I am." But, because he was in the throes of puberty, his voice broke down, and Jasper couldn't hear what had just been admitted by his friend. It was Jeremy's first time admitting out loud his feelings for another boy, and it had gone unnoticed! How was he going to muster the courage to try again?