Date: Wed, 01 May 2013 14:33:06 -0400 From: Ian Robertson Subject: Dance Belt 4a The usual disclaimers apply. Please don't read this if you're not of age, or offended by this sort of material (in which case, what are you doing here anyway?), or if it's not legal where ever you happen to be. No boys were harmed in the creation of this work of fiction. Please enjoy responsibly, etc. etc. etc. Nifty is a great resource for those who enjoy friction fiction. The archive here covers over two decades of stories written for your enjoyment. Please show your appreciation by making a contribution to cover the cost of maintaining this archive and the internet bandwidth it needs to bring you these exciting tales. I know some of you have been waiting for this story to continue, and I thank you for your patience and comments. This chapter has become more than I expected, so for the sake of convenience I broke it into pieces. I've also tried something a little different this time, shifting point of view between characters in a couple of places; let me know if it works for you. Enjoy! -- IR Dance Belt, chapter 4a It was tournament week. Chad's division started competing on Tuesday, and ran on through Friday. On Monday, he rode with some other team mates for the six-hour drive. They arrived late in the afternoon, and went straight to the gym to scope out the facilities. After getting in a light practice (and checking out some of their fellow competitors), they headed for the hotel. This first night, Chad had the room to himself, but he would have roommates later on in the week. Besides himself, the only other guys from their team coming were John and Michael, and the three of them would be bunking together. Sure enough, after the heats on Tuesday, he came back to the hotel to find that Michael had moved in as his roomie. John would have come too, but one of his teachers at school had scheduled an exam for that day, and she cut no slack for tournaments. So he would arrive tomorrow morning after an all-night drive, just in time for his first heat. There were two big beds in the room, so putting all three of them in the one room would be no problem. Chad had already taken possession of the farther of the two, so by default Michael (and John) got the one by the door. The two of them chatted as Chad emptied out his gym bag. This was Michael's first trip away from home by himself, and it was an exciting experience. And to be sharing the hotel room with Chad made him almost giddy. He jabbered on about the long drive as the only boy in a van load of girls. Not that he objected; after all most of them were friends or classmates that he got along with anyway. It's just that after a while, he wasn't really interested in their conversation. It was all so silly! Chad was the first male that he'd gotten to talk to since they left home. For his part, Chad was content to let the younger boy chatter on. He held up his end well enough, but let Michael do most of the talking. He'd gotten quite a workout today, and was looking forward to a hot shower. After that, maybe a bite to eat. When he stepped into the bathroom to get the shower running, Chad expected Michael to follow. But apparently the boy had run out of steam, for when Chad came back into the room a few minutes later, he found Michael had zonked out and was asleep - on Chad's bed. Chad sat on the far corner to take off his shoes, and then proceeded to strip out of his warm ups, which he wore over his singlet. Returning to the bathroom, he stepped into the shower before peeling off his singlet; it would be a bit cleaner after he rinsed out the dried sweat. After luxuriating in the shower for what seemed like a long time, but was in fact probably only about twenty minutes, Chad stepped out and toweled off. After getting them mostly dry, he hung up his singlet and dance belt to dry, then wrapped the towel around his waist and went in search of fresh clothing. The sound of the television assaulted him as he stepped out of the bathroom. Michael, done napping, had found the remote and was going through the channels. As Chad was selecting some clean clothes, Michael started up again, this time by asking Chad how his heats had gone. Chad sat on the bed and sketched out his performance, as well as that of some of his opponents. He finished by asking if Michael wanted to grab something to eat. Michael immediately agreed, and watched while Chad got dressed. They left the TV playing in the room and went in search of dinner. When they returned, it was still early, and neither of them was feeling sleepy. Michael started flipping through the TV channels again while Chad looked at the following day's schedule. He would have his toughest events tomorrow, and Michael and John would be starting the heats for their level. He hoped John would be able to get some rest on the drive up; otherwise it would be a hard first day for him. Lost in these thoughts, Chad didn't realize that Michael was talking to him until the boy turned and gave him a friendly nudge. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked. "I said, do you wanna do something?" the boy asked again. "Uhh, like what?" Chad asked, not sure where Michael was coming from. "I dunno, like see a movie or . . . " he let it hang. "Or what?" asked Chad. Michael didn't answer right away, then shrugged. "I dunno," he said again, "like play a game or somethin." "You mean like X-box or something? I didn't bring anything," Chad responded. "I've got my phone though." "Nah, nothin like that," the younger boy said. "You know any card games? I've got a deck of cards. Chad thought he had it now. "Yeah, we could play Spades or Go Fish or something if you want." "Okay! Lemme get my cards." Michael jumped up and started digging into his backpack. He pulled out a deck of blue Bicycle cards, then asked "How 'bout poker?" "You bring chips too?" Chad quipped. "Nah," Michael shook his head. "We could use change," Chad offered, "I've got a bunch of loose change in the bottom of my duffel." "Wow, you mean like real money?" "Yes," Chad nodded, "You know: Nickels, dimes, pennies, quarters." Then, mimicking a pirate, "Doubloons, sovereigns, pieces of eight. Shiver me timbers!" Michael was considering, but giggled at Chad's pirate imitation, "Okay." Both of them rummaged through their pockets and packs and assembled several dollars' worth of coinage. Chad had the majority, but he loaned some to Michael so that they were able to start even. For the next half hour or so, they sat on Chad's bed and played. Coins were tossed in for antes, bets, raises, and calls. The little piles for each ebbed and flowed. But gradually, Chad realized that Michael was starting to clean up. It didn't really concern him all that much, til he finally got down to his last couple of nickels. He tossed one in for ante, and thought he saw Michael trying to hide a smirk. "Ah well," Chad thought to himself, "in for a penny, in for a pound." Then he bet his final nickel. Not surprisingly, Michael raised. Gesturing at his empty pile, Chad shrugged and said "I'm out." "Aww, don't quit now!" Michael urged. "How? I'm out of nickels. I'm broke." "I'll lend you some," Michael answered. "I mean, you gave me some to start." "But I won't be able to pay you back," Chad pointed out. "You've been winning almost since we started." "Umm," Michael appeared to think, "You could . . . sell me something." "Sell you something?" Chad echoed. "Yeah!" Michael said, "I'll buy your shirt!" Now it was Chad's turn to smirk, if only to himself while pulling his shirt over his head. He'd thought from the beginning that this was maybe where Michael had been wanting to go, but he had to give the kid credit for the devious approach to a strip poker game. Now shirtless, he was back in the fight, and knowing what was at stake he started to take it a little more seriously. Not that it helped. He was never quite able to buy his shirt back from Michael, and after another ten or fifteen minutes, he was back to being broke again. He didn't say anything, but waited for Michael to break the stalemate. "Umm," Michael started again, "I'll buy your pants." "That's going to cost you," Chad answered. Michael didn't seem to mind. As Chad stood and started unbuttoning his jeans, Michael slid over twice as much as he'd given for the shirt. Dropping his jeans to the floor, Chad stood in his plaid boxers for a moment before retaking his seat on the bed across from Michael. The game resumed, pretty much as before, with no real hope for Chad to regain either article of clothing. As he neared the bottom of his latest pile, Chad was considering his options. Obviously, his opponent was literally beating the pants off of him. If they continued, Chad would have to part with his boxers as well. That didn't bother him all that much. After all, he was pretty sure that had been Michael's goal from the start. But then what was he going to do? Probably whatever Michael wanted, at least within reason. Chad wasn't really worried; he'd let the younger boy take the lead and see where it went; it would be fun. But he did try to distract his opponent. For a while now, they'd been lying on the bed, facing each other. Chad tossed his ante into the center, and while Michael dealt the cards, Chad sat up, swung his legs around and sat cross-legged facing Michael. His boxers ride up as he moved, and he made no effort to fix them as he sat, looking at his new hand. He was pretty sure that his dick was lying in the left leg of his boxers, and he surreptitiously adjusted his leg to give Michael a better chance of getting a peek. The effort was not wasted. It took only a short while for Michael's gaze to drift up from his cards to Chad's crotch, looking first up one leg of his boxers, and then the other. Chad wasn't sure if the younger boy could actually see anything, but he definitely was looking. Chad twitched his dick a couple of times to make it shift a little, and he felt it begin to swell. Chad was never sure if Michael could see it, but even if he couldn't see it, the boy could imagine it -- and that was enough to spur him to break Chad's bank in just two more games. This time, neither of them had to say anything. Chad swung his legs around and stood, and reached for the waistband of his boxers. But then Michael stopped him. "Wait; those are mine!" And so saying, Michael slid over and reached for Chad's boxers. His hands trembled with excitement as he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic waistband and began to ease them down. First he saw Chad's pubes. Then, as he kept going, the base of Chad's shaft appeared. Michael kept on pulling the boxers down to reveal the length of Chad's shaft. He paused for a moment, feasting his eyes and enjoying the anticipation. Resuming, he had to pull the waistband out a bit further when it tried to snag on the rim of Chad's helmet. Freed from the waistband, Chad's cockhead sprung into view, bobbing at the end of the semi-erect penis. Michael pushed the boxers down Chad's thighs until gravity took over and they fell on their own, but his eyes never left the older boy's dick. This was the closest he'd gotten to look at it, and he took it all in. Chad clearly wasn't really hard; Michael remembered seeing that in the locker room. But then, John had been there too, and they'd been busy. Michael leaned forward, studying the older boy's equipment. He eyed the tip, studying the piss slit and the outward sweep to the rim of Chad's helmet. Then he noticed something that he had missed before, and reached for Chad's shaft. "What's this?" he asked, tracing the light brown ring around the shaft about an inch below the corona. It looked like it had a different texture than the surrounding skin, but he couldn't really feel anything. "That's the circumcision scar," Chad explained. "You've got one too." "I don't think I can see mine," Michael said. "You will. It becomes easier to see when you get a little older." "Does John have one too?" Michael asked. Chad nodded, "I'm pretty sure he's cut too. It's pretty common." "What is it?" Michael wanted to know. Chad described the basics of foreskin and removal, then concluded by asking, "Didn't they teach you this in sex ed class?" "Yeah, maybe. I didn't really understand it. About the foreskin, I mean." Chad tried to explain, but not having one himself meant he couldn't show Michael what he was talking about, and Michael clearly wasn't really getting it. The younger boy let it go, but Chad knew he still had questions. It had, however, been the distraction that Chad had been seeking earlier, and the game was forgotten as both of them got ready for bed. Chad was able to reclaim his clothes, and slipped back into his boxers and t-shirt. Michael brushed his teeth and changed in the bathroom before he finally went to his own bed and got under the covers. The next day, they went to the gym together before splitting off for their individual events. When they reconvened at the end of the day, Chad was tired and sore all over, but had earned a medal and advancement to the next level. Michael had John in tow, and the three of them headed toward the hotel. Michael was hungry and John said he was starving, so they detoured for food, and ate before returning to the room. Chad gave Michael and John their choice, and they opted for the TV over the first shower. Chad enjoyed the shower; the hot water felt good on his sore muscles. He remembered his roomies, and shut off the water after fifteen minutes or so. He emerged from the bathroom with the towel around his waist. Neither of the others appeared to pay him much attention; they were watching the Mythbusters blow up something. After putting his stuff away, Chad grabbed a pillow, lay prone on his bed, and joined the audience. He liked the Mythbusters too. It was during the final explosion and credits that Chad felt the soreness again, so he rolled his shoulders and rolled over onto his back to do some stretches. Michael and John tossed a coin for the shower, and so it was John who watched Chad as he stretched. He liked looking at the older boy's chest and arms. Too late, John realized that since Chad still had the towel around his waist, he probably had nothing on underneath. If he'd been ready, John could have moved to get a better view, but Chad had now finished and had rolled back over onto his belly. John gazed longingly at the roundness of his mentor's butt hidden beneath the fuzzy white cotton. Then Michael came out of the bathroom, and it was John's turn in the shower. Once he was done, they all called it a night and turned in. The next day was all John and Michael's division; Chad was on hand as their chaperone. It was a long day for them, but both of the boys did well, advancing to the next division. All three returned to the hotel room tired and happy. John got the first shower this time, and then it was Michael's turn. John, clad in his towel as Chad had been the day before, tried to imitate some of the stretches that he'd seen the older boy doing. Chad noticed, and gave him some guidance, then asked how John was feeling. John said that he was feeling a little sore. Chad offered back rub, which John immediately accepted. Chad started with John's shoulders and worked his way down the boy's back to the top of John's towel. He would have asked John to roll over so he could do the boy's chest too, except that he'd drifted off to sleep while Chad was working. Michael came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. He spotted John on the bed and asked, "Is he asleep?" Chad nodded, and not wanting to disturb his teammate, Michael opted to sit on the foot of Chad's bed instead. He surfed the TV channels, waiting to see something interesting. He eventually opted for something on the Animal Channel, keeping the volume low for John's sake. Chad noticed that the younger boy was working his shoulders around, and asked if he was feeling sore. Michael nodded, and so Chad again offered a back rub, and was again accepted. Chad sat behind the younger boy, with his legs on outside of Michael's, and started kneading his bare shoulders. The boy sat quietly, enjoying Chad's ministrations. A couple of minutes passed into five, and then ten. Chad eased off on the kneading as he realized that Michael was relaxing and leaning back against him. Chad left his hands on the boy's shoulders as Michael leaned against him contentedly. Another couple of minutes passed quietly as both of them watched the TV. Chad felt a hand on his and looked down to see that Michael had reached up and had grabbed Chad's hand, and was now pulling it down toward his chest. Chad took the hint and began gently massaging the boy's pecs. The boy sighed and leaned back into Chad, resting his head on the older boy's chest. Chad moved his fingertips to the boy's nipples, slowly circling them with his index fingers. After several orbits, he lightly brushed across one nipple before continuing to make circles around it. Almost as if he'd been holding his breath, awaiting the motion, Michael let out another sigh. Chad let a moment pass before brushing the other nipple, and felt Michael shiver beneath his fingers. For Michael, the feeling of Chad's fingers gently making circles on his pecs was almost ambrosia. He shivered under the older boy's touch as Chad brushed across his nipple. Lying back against Chad's chest, with the older boy's hands on his chest, Michael felt warm despite being clad in nothing more than his bath towel. He eased his hand along Chad's arm until his hand was resting atop of Chad's, enjoying the feel of it gently moving beneath his. Michael let his hand ride along on top of Chad's for a while before gradually nudging his mentor's movements lower onto his midsection and abs. He felt Chad's fingers flatten out over his belly while the slow circular motion continued. As he felt Chad's hand approaching his belly button, Michael's breathing became shallow and he felt a growing sense of anticipation. He felt his arm brush across the towel around his waist, and he also felt a desire to plunge Chad's hand beneath the soft terry cloth. He kept guiding the circular motion closer and closer to the edge of his towel until he felt their hands brush against it. As their hands came around again, Michael sucked in his belly and nudged Chad's fingers beneath the top of his towel. The next time around he did it again, sucking in his belly and guiding Chad's hand further beneath the towel. This further movement dislodged the towel so that it came loose as Chad's hand continued its circular sweep around Michael's belly. As Michael guided Chad's hand a bit further lower on the next orbit, their hands pushed the loose towel down, exposing more skin below Michael's belly button. Michael could feel their hands moving closer to his intended target, and he began to ache with anticipation. He pushed harder on Chad's hand now, until he could feel it brushing his sparse pubes, whereupon he could wait no longer and pulled Chad's hand down over his aching boydick. As he did so, the towel fell away, leaving him bare in Chad's arms. Chad held his hand still now, feeling Michael's hot little prong beneath his palm. Michael's hand still covered his, and Chad felt his fingers being urged around the boy's erect member. Chad complied, and held it gently. It felt alive in his hand, and he could feel Michael urging him to rub it, to stroke it. He gave it a gentle tug, and then another. He noted that Michael's circumcision scar, while faint, wasn't completely invisible. But now Michael's hand atop his was urging him to do more, to go faster. Feeling Michael's urgency, Chad resumed stroking the younger boy's tool. On the next upward stroke, he gave his hand a little twist over the head of Michael's dick. The boy gave a gasp and began to push up with his hips as Chad started the next stroke. It only took a few more strokes to push Michael over the edge, and he gasped again as drops of his clear juice squirted onto his chest and belly. Chad eased his grip on the boy's now over-sensitive dick, and held Michael against him with his other hand on the boy's chest. Michael was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath as he came down from the sensory overload of the orgasm. As his breathing slowed, Chad felt the boy exhausted boy's head roll to one side, and then he was asleep in Chad's arms. After the boy had been asleep for a minute or two, Chad gently eased out from under him. Loosely wrapping the towel back over him, Chad laid Michael on the boys' bed next to John's still form. Chad grabbed a pair of his dirty boxers to clean up Michael's chest and belly, and then, leaving the boys lying side by side, went for his own shower.