Offline/Jerk off with Brayden
"Kinda weird, but... I'm game if you are."
With a full smile, Brayden eagerly shimmies out of his shorts the moment you give the okay. He sure is ready for a group jerk sesh, gripping his meat before his shorts are even off his ankles. You swear you're not nearly as excited about this idea as Brayden, and yet, as you slide your boxers down your legs, your quickly lengthening cock says otherwise. So what if you're curious to know how another guy does it? It's not like watching Brayden eagerly strip did anything for you. You got harder, but it's just a harmless nervous erection, just like you get in the locker room sometimes. It's not as if you want to beat your meat next to another dude. This is all about Beth, obviously.
More uncertain than shocked when the two boys before her undress, Beth rises to her feet and similarly lowers her shorts before kicking out of them with some frustration. She does the same with her panties after a moment of thought - possibly the first time she's ever hesitated taking something off - but she still does so with conviction, determined not to be left out of this mysterious group activity. Seeing her cute rounded pussy lips no longer be defined by her leggings but displayed openly to the whole room urges you to own your swelling cock, and you give yourself a couple encouraging strokes before you retake your seat.
"Her lips were so soft," shares Brayden, trying to relive the moment when he kissed his schoolyard crush. He kicks his feet out and sits back, putting one hand behind him as the other grips his junk. Shifting closer to the center of the room, his legs open wide in a V to give both you and his sister a good look at what he's doing as he begins to pump his clenched fist up and down, vigorously pushing down against his smooth balls. He makes such a point of ignoring his sister as he recounts what comes to his mind that he looks solely in your direction when he isn't staring up at the ceiling. "She smelled so good, too. Like a fruit or a kiwi or something sweet."
You sit with your legs crossed after tossing your shorts aside and can't immediately bring yourself to join in. The "nervous" hard-on you are sporting is bobbing in the air above your lap now, your dick lifting ever higher, the remainder of its downward curve straightening out within seconds as the steady rush of blood stiffens your member. You're already self conscious about how this looks; your dick fully stiffening while watching another guy jerk off. So you take what control you can of this situation, carefully wrapping your fingers around your shaft and cautiously working more life into it while refocusing your gaze over at cute little Beth.
Brayden's younger sister is unsure of what to do with herself now that she has stripped herself in front of two equally naked and openly masturbating older boys. For a moment she just stands there staring at the two of you, amazed and perhaps even scared by the fact that the two penises in front of her have grown bigger and bigger before her eyes. You don't mind if she stares one bit as her amazement gives you a few extra seconds to take in the entirety of her slim little body and bald grade school pussy in decent lighting for once, the full intensity of the afternoon sun pouring through the windows and over her figure, far more illuminating than a flashlight can ever be.
Abruptly snapping out of her daze, Beth steps over to her backpack and pulls out a water bottle. She then clenches that between her thighs, snugly positioning her mock penis up against her pussy before joining in, mimicking the motions demonstrated before her by moving one of her hands up and down one side of the bottle, sitting once she's satisfied she's doing it right.
Silent tense jerking ensues, all of you glancing around the room at one another, taking in the scene, three naked cousins sitting together and tugging on their respective junk.
"No one comes out here," you warn them, tweaking your foreskin. "Just us." You catch a look from each of them. Surely this has to demonstrate why you wanted privacy. Their eyes silently confirm that this activity isn't one to be shared with anyone, suggesting they finally get it. If they don't understand what you mean by now then they never will.
There's a short stretch of awkward stroking, a grin creeping up Beth's face, before Brayden ponders aloud, "You've probably kissed lots of girls, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, a couple," you lie, then push the conversation back to him. "Did you... do anything else with Lilly?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, I totally, um... put my, um, hands on her boobs," stammers out Brayden. It's unconvincing to say the least, but like yourself (and plenty of other guys) he doesn't want to come across as inexperienced, let alone unsuccessful.
"Nice," you nod supportively.
"Yeah..." he sighs as he switches hands, briefly lifting his butt to reposition himself. In that brief moment, you and Beth get an unimpeded look at his package. His cock is fully hard at this point and looks weirdly huge. He's surely more than 4 inches, possibly more than 5, which looks disproportionately massive rising from his twiggy '11-next-year' old frame. He's not got some pencil dick either. There's some honest meat on that shaft. But it's not veiny or hairy or curved or anything else noticeably striking. It's just a long, healthy, smooth rod of a cock. He's still not as big as you are, but he's close on your heels, especially given your notable age difference.
From all the times you saw him changing there was no way you would've thought that the unassuming little boy dick you'd eyed up could have morphed into the impressive thing standing at attention in front of you. But as his other hand grips his immaculate shaft and continues his eager stroking there is no question that he is quite the grower.
"Was she... wearing a bra?" you ask, wanting to take your attention off of Brayden's dick.
"Um... yes. Actually, I dunno. It wasn't, like, a good feel. Like, she still had her shirt on. It was just at lunchtime so..." Brayden stops himself after offering up so many excuses and tries to muster his bravado. "What I mean is, if we weren't at school, I totally woulda taken her top off and played with her boobs. I'm pretty sure she woulda let me. And then we probably would've done other stuff. I bet if we were alone... we totally would've done it."
"Wow! That's cool," you offer, stroking considerably slower than your partner, but still fast enough to feel good. Brayden takes a sidelong glance at your cock, a glance that turns into a gaze, before redirecting his focus down to his own and quickening his rhythm.
"Yeah, I know," he adds with a shaky breath. "That'd be so good."
"Yeah, kissing girls is sooo great!" shares 'Bobby', still grinning, trying to join in the conversation. You assume Beth is talking about boys kissing her, but her brother takes it differently.
"Beth, stop trying to pretend," gripes Brayden, not even losing a stroke. "You don't even know what's going on. You're too young for this stuff."
"Am not! I've got a penis and everything!"
"Well at least stop lying. You've definitely never kissed a girl before."
She looks smug then. "What if I have? You don't know!"
"Have you?" you ask, more than a little curious, your cock twitching at the thought.
"Maybe. But I'm not going to tell. Not in front of Brayden's boner," she says, finally connecting a few dots.
"Just stop talking. You're ruining our circle jerk." The tension is rising again, only the faint sound of your foreskin smacking precum past the ridge of your cock. But Brayden is quick to continue his grumbling. "You've never even kissed a boy and you're gonna lie about kissing girls."
Bobby scowls at her brother then and turns to you with determination. She hurriedly shuffles forward on her knees, her water bottle wiggling from side to side while trapped between her thighs, then leans into you. With undeserved confidence, the 8-year-old plants her hands on your shoulders before she tips forward and presses her mouth against yours.
It's a very forced and stiff kiss, her puckered lips statically pushing against you, tilting her head just enough for her gender-concealing hat to not get in the way, but she holds the pose for a few seconds to prove her sincerity. Weirdly you let her. Without even the slightest protest, you let your much younger cousin kiss you square on the mouth. Even weirder, you continue to jerk off while she does it, gliding up and down your shaft while she leans over your lap. It's probably impolite to do that, to say the least, but she sure doesn't mind. Brayden on the other hand appears to mind very much as, unlike you, he does stop masturbating, having been stunned by his sister's unexpected forwardness.
"There. Now I have kissed a boy and a girl. So nuhhh..." taunts Beth, sticking out her tongue.
"N- no! Quit lying!"
"I'm not lying!" insists Beth, dropping her butt onto her feet. "You just saw me kiss Justice! I bet you're just jealous that "Bobby" has kissed a boy and you haven't!"
"Why would I be jealous? I don't care..." Brayden glances away as he tries to defend himself, doing a poor job of refuting his sister.
"Ya-huh, because you haven't kissed a girl either, and now I've done lots of kissing."
"Just... shut up, okay?" After thinking a moment, Brayden barely mumbles, "I could kiss Justice too, you know."
His sister promptly calls him on it. "Fine. Then why don't you?"
Brayden looks at you, bites his lip, then clamors up onto his knees.