Disclaimer: The following story is a fictional work. All resemblances to real people either living or deceased are completely unintentional. This story also contains sexual conduct among boys. Please respect the laws of your area of residence regarding media of this nature.
 

Hunter and Mason's Shower Confessions

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by GMartinez

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Synopsis:

Two young friends discover a new dimension to their friendship after a little discussion on how dicks work.

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His name is Hunter.

Though he had never thought to question his parents on the reason for his name, he knew what it meant. A hunter was one who tracks down and overpowers its prey. A hunter was one who triumphs, one who succeeds, one who doesn’t stop until he comes out on top. The young boy gripped the steel bat harder, every knuckle on every finger as tense as a hunter preparing to strike. Every bead of sweat on his round, youthful face was a moment of anticipation, patiently awaiting the moment to attack. It was as if all the ten meagre years of his existence led up to this one decisive encounter.

The day will come when all would recognize him as the hunter he was named to be. And as he swung to meet the small white ball speeding towards him at breakneck speed, he knew.

Today was not that day.

“Strike three! You’re out!”

***

“Dude, are you alright?”

“Mhhm,” Hunter grunted.

“It’s okay, you know. It’s not like anyone was super disappointed or anything.”

“U-huh.”

“I mean, sure, we lost like the most important game of the season but, it’s not like anyone really blames you, y’know?”

“Mason?” Hunter finally turned to meet the eyes of the boy sitting beside him.

“Yeah, bud?”

“You’re my best friend, but you are absolutely the worst at trying to cheer people up.”

Mason put an arm around Hunter’s shoulders as he gave a small chuckle.

Despite his miserable state, Hunter couldn’t help but smile. His best friend Mason might not be the world’s most sensitive wordsmith, but the boy was undoubtedly the most caring person that he’d ever known. It was Mason who knew that Hunter had stormed off to the locker rooms before the game had even finished. It was Mason who had approached Hunter, and instead of berating him, had sat beside him, allowing him a few minutes of solemn silence before attempting a quiet conversation. Hunter was immeasurably grateful that Mason came for him, even though he never wanted anyone to. Silence was Hunter’s word of gratitude, and silence in turn was Mason’s gesture of welcome. This was why they were friends.

Mason had been Hunter’s best friend for so long that he’d forgotten how they’d even met. And while ten-year-olds are not especially known for their emotional coping techniques, he’d sat beside Hunter because he’d just known that misery was not an illness so easily cured. Sadness couldn’t be so easily dispelled with words or gifts. That was something that he’d learned when he and his father had bid his mother their final goodbyes.

 A child’s sadness was no different from anyone else’s. When Hunter had accidentally broken an antique vase that his parents had scolded him for, Mason had sat with him. When Hunter’s beloved pet cat Kitkat had run afoul of the laws of physics brought about by a speeding car, Mason had sat with him. Today was no different. Mason was sitting beside Hunter, willing his presence to say everything that his ten-year-old mind didn’t have the words for. It was this gesture that Hunter liked best in the boy that he dearly considered his best friend.

A few minutes later, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the locker room. The rest of the team had come shuffling in, the other boys sporting equally miserable looks. Most of them ignored Hunter and Mason, and headed straight for the showers. Some of Hunter’s friendlier teammates offered a few sympathetic words.

“Hunter, don’t sweat it. We’ll get another chance next time.”

“We all have our bad days, dude. Don’t worry about it.”

“I still think you did great out there!” 

A few minutes later, Coach Renner came in along with the last of the boys. He approached the bench where Hunter and Mason were sitting with what could best be described as an impassive face.

“I’ll be honest, Hunter. You’re one of our best batters. But I could see your lack of concentration today, and I admit that I was disappointed,” said the coach. His tone was stern, yet not angry. Hunter was internally grateful that the coach was kind enough to withhold the true extent of his disappointment.

“What happened out there today, Hunter?”

“I . . . I guess my head just wasn’t in the game, Coach . . . ”

“Is anyone in the team . . . giving you a hard time?” the older man asked cautiously.

 “No, sir,” Hunter replied, still staring at his feet.

“Well, alright. You boys better hit the showers. Most of the team’s already headed home,” said the coach. He then gave both boys a smile before walking away. Hunter could have sworn he heard the older man sigh.

“So you wanna shower now?” Mason asked.

“I kinda like sitting on this bench,” Hunter said, still a little dejected.

“Well I don’t. It’s getting late. You coming or what?” Mason stood and offered Hunter his hand.

“Fine . . . ” Hunter relented. He took his best friend’s hand, and held it a few seconds longer before standing up himself. There was something oddly comforting in the warmth he felt from Mason’s hand. While they both stripped down, Mason went on an animated commentary of the game’s highlights as the other towel-clad boys filed past them.

“That kid from the other team—Ethan, I think—he definitely can’t run. I mean, who trips while running bases?” Mason said as he and Hunter walked over to the showers.

“Don’t be so mean, Mason. Maybe he just tripped on his laces or something,” Hunter replied.

“Nuh-uh. He didn’t just trip, dude—he was practically rolling around in the dirt! I mean, seriously? Seriously?” Mason continued as he expressed his incredulity with a funny face.

Hunter couldn’t help but laugh and join in his friend’s enthusiasm. Slowly but surely his misery ebbed away, as Mason’s usual giddiness punctuated his humorous overblown observations about the opposing team’s members. Mason was just being himself, funny and cheerful enough to make anyone forget any feelings of sadness. Hunter reminded himself to thank Mason later. He also wished that he could apologize to the boy named Ethan. Though his fall had looked like it really hurt, it was an excellent topic of conversation. And anyway, it really was funny.

Mason didn’t let up on his tirade against the other team even as he and Hunter started rinsing themselves off next to each other in the showers. He stopped occasionally when the water would get into his mouth or up his nose, but otherwise maintained a lively conversation with his friend.

“Dude, don’t ever borrow soap from Jake.”

“Why’s that?” Hunter asked, looking at Mason as he washed the lather off his crotch.

“One time I saw him use the whole bar to soap his crack, like he literally wiped the bar inside!” Mason explained in a hushed tone. He looked furtively to the side to make sure that the boy named Jake wasn’t there.

“Eugh, sick!” Hunter groaned, playfully slapping Mason’s bare shoulder when the latter faked wiping his soap on Hunter’s face.

Both boys spent a moment in a fit of giggles, some of which Mason spent choking—partly from the giggling and partly from yet another accidental mouthful of shower water. Hunter imagined that the other boys in the shower were probably looking at them a little strangely, perhaps confused at what the two of them were laughing about. But Hunter didn’t care, really. Right then his world was with Mason, and everything felt right.

Hunter looked all around the shower, noting that there were only three other boys remaining aside from Mason and himself. Maybe, he thought, he could finally tell Mason about . . . it.

“Hunter, I can tell. There’s something you want to talk about, isn’t there?” Mason asked after a brief pause. “You keep looking around like you’re wondering if anyone’s listening. And you were also holding back on Coach earlier.”

“Am I that obvious?” Hunter replied.

“To me you are. That’s how best friends work.”

“Says who?”

“Says your best friend,” Mason said as he tried giving Hunter a smug look. He only managed to blink water into his eye, though, and ended up swearing under his breath while Hunter laughed at him again.

“Okay, okay. Yeah, I do have something reeeally big that I need to tell you,” Hunter whispered, too softly to be overheard above the noise of the shower spray. “But just you, after everybody else is gone”.

“I’m almost done showering, though,” Mason pointed out.

“Well, just pretend to shampoo your hair again.”

One by one, the three other boys left, leaving Hunter and Mason finally alone with the water still running over their young, naked bodies. Hunter rinsed his brunette hair for what felt like the fiftieth time and turned to face Mason.

“You remember when I told you that my brother sometimes brings his girlfriend to our place on the weekends?”

“Sort of, yeah. What was her name again?”

“Cara? Long blonde hair? Remember now?”

“Okay, so what about her?” Mason asked.

“Well she—my brother brought her—and she—well . . . ” Hunter trailed off, as if the memory was too embarrassing to put into words.

“Dude, what are you getting at?”

“Well . . . I think there’s something wrong with my body,” Hunter admitted with a sigh.

“Okay . . . so why don’t you see a doctor, then?”

“No!” Hunter exclaimed.

“Why not? And what’s Cara got to do with it?”

“Because she said . . . I think . . . well . . . I think my dick is broken!” Embarrassed by his reluctant admission, Hunter’s eyes glanced away from his best friend, choosing instead to focus on an unremarkable spot on the tiled floor.

“Your dick . . . is broken . . . ?” Mason repeated, barely managing to contain his laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” Hunter complained, obviously unhappy with his friend’s reaction.

“Okay, okay. But can you back up and start from the beginning? I don’t really get you. I mean, your dick looks just fine to me,” Mason replied with a nod at Hunter’s bare crotch.

“Well, yesterday, my brother came home and he had Cara with her. She was really drunk, so he took her to his room and told me to look after her while he went out to buy aspirin.” Hunter was looking off into the distance as he told his tale. With his back to the wall, he slowly slid down to a sitting position on the floor with his knees out in front of him. Mason did the same beside him, but unlike Hunter, he was sitting with his legs spread wide open. The shower was still running above them, and the sound of rushing water and the biting chill of the bare tiles made for a pensive atmosphere.

“So,” Hunter continued, “while my brother was gone, I took a glass of water to Cara. And when I asked her if she wanted anything else, she said that she wanted me to hold the glass while she drank it.”

“Uh-huh. And then what?”

“She finished drinking it, and then looked at me kinda funny. She said I looked a lot like my brother. And then . . . ”

“ ‘Then’ . . . ? Then what?” Mason asked impatiently.

“She . . . well . . . it’s kind of embarrassing . . . ”

“Hey, nothing should be too embarrassing for me to hear, right?” Mason assured his friend while giving him a friendly nudge on the shoulder. His grin also made it quite apparent that he really didn’t want to miss out on hearing about whatever came next.

Hunter gave his friend a sheepish smile, and then hesitantly continued. “Well, she told me to come closer, so I did. Then she said she wanted to know if I . . . tasted like my brother. So she leaned on me and—“

“No way!” Mason exclaimed excitedly. “You mean she . . . ?”

“Yeah . . . she kissed me. Right on the lips,” Hunter confirmed as he pouted his own lips in a mock attempt to look like he was kissing something.

Mason seemed quite awe-struck at what he’d just heard. Without even pausing to think, he raised his finger and touched Hunter’s lips. “Seriously . . . right there, huh?”

“Yeah,” Hunter replied with another shy smile. He didn’t seem to mind at all that Mason had touched his lips.

“So . . . what was it like?”

“Weird. Wet. Disgusting, really. I mean, she tasted like beer. And she kept moving her tongue around inside my mouth. It felt really . . . weird . . . kinda like jello, but alive and wiggling around. . . ” Hunter grimaced as he thought back to it.

“But, dude, how could you not like it? You got full-on kissed by an older girl!” Mason blurted out, his eyes glazing over with boyish awe and wonder.

Hunter wrinkled up his nose in disagreement. “Hey, why should kissing an older girl feel good? I didn’t ask for it. It felt disgusting having her tongue in my mouth. I almost puked.”

“Well, everybody says it feels good . . . I mean . . . I dunno,” Mason replied awkwardly as he scratched his wet scalp. “Sorry—I didn’t think you’d feel so bad about it.”

“That’s not all. She put her hand on my shorts and felt me . . . down there,” Hunter continued, accompanied by a quick downward gesture.

“Whoa . . . she actually grabbed your dick?” Mason asked in a throaty whisper.

“Yeah,” Hunter confirmed with a nod. “She said it wasn’t hard, and seemed kinda disappointed about that. She said that it was supposed to be hard after a kiss, and if it wasn’t, it must mean that my dick’s broken . . .”

“Well, they say it’s also supposed to be a great thing if a girl grabs you there . . . ” Mason began, though some of his earlier enthusiasm was being replaced by doubt.

“I don’t know who keeps telling you stuff like that, Mason. Why would it be great?”

“Well . . . ” Mason couldn’t think of any reply other than ‘That’s what they say’, so he finally just shrugged instead.

“I was scared, okay?” Hunter finally admitted. “I thought she was gonna squeeze it, maybe hard enough to hurt!”

“I don’t think she’d do that . . . would she? I mean, you’re her boyfriend’s brother . . . ” Mason replied, again with uncertainty. He gently held his own dick between his fingers, and shuddered at the thought of anyone trying to squeeze it too hard.

“That’s not all that she did, though.”

“What else?”

“She took my shorts off and—”

“—Damn—!”

“—and then she pushed me over the bed and . . . and said she had to make sure that it wasn’t broken . . . and then she put it in her mouth!” Hunter finished, not even daring to look at Mason’s face.

“Bullshit!” Mason responded involuntarily . . . but not entirely in disbelief.

“Dude, I’m not lying!” Hunter insisted adamantly, giving Mason a hurt look.

“Sorry! It’s just that . . . holy crap! Why would she do that? And what did it feel like?” Mason replied, still beside himself with astonishment.

“Well, a little like kissing, kinda, but with my dick instead of my mouth,” Hunter explained as he tried to remember all of the details. “It got really wet and slippery, and her tongue was licking it all over inside her mouth. I was a little scared that she might bite it—not like ‘off’, but hard enough to hurt. But even so, it wasn’t as disgusting as kissing. At least I couldn’t smell the beer on her.” Then his face clouded again when he added: “But I still didn’t get hard, so she said it’s definitely broken . . . ”

“From the sound of it, she might have been trying to sex you up,” Mason suggested.

“What’s that mean?”

“You know . . . sex!” Mason whispered loudly. “Come on, Hunter, you really don’t know? It’s when you get naked and hug and stuff, and it’s supposed to feel good!”

“I knew that!” Hunter retorted. He was relieved that the running water on his face probably hid the growing redness of his cheeks.

“Anyway, if you didn’t like it, you should have told someone,” Mason concluded, trying to sound as ‘authoritative’ about the matter as the lectures about it that every kid hears.

“Exactly! That’s why I’m telling you! You’re the only one I can tell it to!”

“Why just me?”

“Because how am I supposed to tell anyone else that my dick is broken?” Hunter blurted out in frustration.

“So . . . you believe her?” Mason asked, his face shifting to a more serious expression.

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, she’s twenty-one so she knows what she’s talking about. And I know what she means about getting hard.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mason replied with a raised brow.

“I saw my brother getting himself hard one time. He thought I was already asleep, but I saw him one night when he was doing something under the covers. When he got up, I saw his dick, and it was a lot bigger and harder than mine’s ever gotten. How about yours—has it ever gotten hard enough to stick straight out?”

“Well, a couple of times I guess . . . ” Mason replied, sounding a bit confused. “I didn’t think it was a big deal, though.”

“See? My dick is broken!” Hunter declared morosely. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, letting the shower water cascade directly onto his face.

“Hunter, stop being so dumb. Cara’s just talking a load of bull!” Mason insisted defiantly.

“How come you’re so sure?”

“In the first place, why do you even believe her so much?”

“Well, I—“

“She hasn’t got a dick, does she?” Mason asked pointedly. Then he stood up and grabbed his dick between his fingers, wiggling it at Hunter for emphasis. Hunter couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

“No, I guess not,” Hunter agreed.

“Boys know way more about dicks than girls do. And I’m telling you that yours isn’t broken.” Mason sounded quite adamant, and his confidence was slowly affecting Hunter.

“But why won’t mine get hard like that, then?”

“Probably because you never needed it to!” Mason was smiling now. He knew that he was winning his friend over.

“But, hey, if Cara says that my brother gets hard when she does those things to him like she did to me, then my dick’s supposed to get hard too!”

“Ugh, you seriously need to shut up about ‘what Cara says’!” Mason groaned. “You can be so whiny sometimes, y’know?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But . . . if I could just get my own dick hard, then I’d know that I’m all right! That’s all I need!” Hunter stood up, and then faced Mason. He was suddenly sporting a shy—if hopeful— smile. “Mason . . .?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“We’re best friends, right?”

“Of course we are!”

“Then is it okay if you help me?” Hunter asked, his determination mounting. “Just help me get hard. I figure that since you’ve done it before, you can tell me what to do.”

“Well . . . ” Mason’s own bravado had vanished. All this talk of dicks and hard-ons had really been getting him flustered, and Hunter’s request was starting to make him feel quite awkward. “I’d love to help you, bro . . . but, uh . . . it’s not like I’m an expert on it or anything. Actually, I just get hard at random. It comes, and then it goes.”

“Then maybe we could do it like Cara tried to do?” Hunter persisted with renewed enthusiasm. “That way, if I did get hard, we could be sure that she’s lying!”

“Dude! Are you asking me to kiss you and put your dick in my mouth?” Mason asked incredulously, sounding a lot more offended at the idea than he’d actually meant to.

“I . . . you’re right, that’s stupid. I’m sorry! That was so stupid. What am I even saying?” Hunter dejectedly leaned back on the wall, completely avoiding any eye contact with Mason. He realized with sudden despair that he’d just asked the impossible of his best friend. Earlier, his only concern had been his supposed penile disability, but now he was even more worried about the possibility that he’d jeopardized his friendship with Mason.

Suddenly, Hunter felt Mason’s hands on his shoulders, and also noticed that their faces were only inches apart. Mason was looking to the side, too, as if too embarrassed to meet Hunter’s gaze. In a gentle tone, Mason asked, “If I do that for you . . . will it make you feel better?”

“Well . . . yeah, I mean . . . is it really okay?” Hunter’s eyes met Mason’s, and each could tell that the other boy was just as nervous about what was happening. Hunter’s thinking was that if Mason had been truly dead-set against the idea, he’d have flat-out rejected it. But instead, his friend was now even offering to do it.

He didn’t want to make Mason do anything he didn’t want to, but if Mason wanted to in the first place . . . and Hunter really was genuinely concerned about his dick’s health . . .

“You’ll owe me big-time for this,” Mason added as he flashed Hunter a sly smile.

“Sure, anything!” Hunter replied, with eager puppy-dog eyes.

“You’ll let me borrow Fallout 4?”

“Sure, no probs!”

“And Metal Gear!”

“Okay!”

“For five months!” Mason added, putting extra emphasis on his last word.

“Okay, okay,” Hunter agreed readily, despite his feeling that five months seemed maybe a bit excessive for just borrowing a game.

The two of them exchanged looks once again, with Mason looking more and more as if he’d made up his mind. In a good way, Hunter noted.

“All right . . . ” Mason sighed while stroking his chin, as he’d often do while pretending to think intently about anything. “How do we do this?”

“Well, I guess we kiss first . . . ” Hunter replied, looking off to the side again. He was blushing harder than he ever had in his whole life.

“Okay, here I go.” Mason then leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of Hunter’s head, as if to hold it in place.

Hunter placed his hands on Mason’s own. His entire body was starting to feel warm, even as the shower water kept their bodies soaked. Mason was slowly inching his face forward, his eyes closed and his lips puckered in an almost-comical fashion.  As the moment of contact drew ever-closer, Hunter found himself suddenly starting to panic. Did he really want this? Did he really want to kiss Mason? What if Mason spit in his mouth? What if he sneezed? What if Mason decided it was gross?

Before he could think of any additional questions, though, he felt the warm and gentle touch of Mason’s lips on his own.

The feeling of someone else’s lips on your own is a strange sensation indeed, Hunter thought. Mason’s lips felt so soft and fragile—quite different from the texture of the skin he’d find anywhere else on his body. They stood there, unmoving, as their lips connected, both uncertain of what to do next. Mason still had his eyes shut, but Hunter’s were wide and alert, soaking in the view in front of him—the face of his best friend, closer to his own than he’d ever imagined. Hunter started to feel a strange new sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was similar to what he’d feel when he was nervous—like when a teacher called him to recite, but he had no idea what to answer—except that this new feeling was a lot more intense. He felt tingly in places that he’d never thought would ever feel that way, including the tips of his ears, the small of his back, the back of his neck . . . and strangest of all, the inside of his butt and the entirety of his dick.

Hunter could only describe it as a feeling that was both good and quite bewildering at the same time. It was a feeling that he wanted to keep on feeling—his need for it was so much that he dreaded ever losing it. He wanted to keep on looking at Mason’s face—his friend’s eyes were lazily closed, his lips so intently focused, and his cheeks so rounded and contracted as Mason moved his lips around. The longer that their kiss went on, the more Hunter felt that strange feeling. It was now coursing through his entire body, the intoxicating sensation heightening all his senses and making him aware of every subtle movement, every terse heartbeat, and every bead of water pelting their entangled bodies.  

A moment later, Mason broke off and opened his eyes. Without waiting for Hunter’s reply, he looked down to observe Hunter’s still-flaccid dick and asked, “Still not hard, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” Hunter admitted with apparent disappointment.

“So . . . what did that feel like? Was it gross?”

“No, not at all!” Hunter hastily replied. “It felt warm and soft, and it’s like my whole body just wanted to stay like that . . . ”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Mason asked with another sly grin.

“Yeah . . . real good . . . ”

“You’re still not hard, though, so let’s do it some more. There’s still the tongue thing. C’mere,” Mason instructed as he planted his hands onto Hunter’s shoulders.

Hunter’s faint whimper and sigh might have been an attempt at a non-verbal protest, but Mason’s lips swooped down and met his in an instant, dampening the sound into something more akin to a moan. It vibrated lightly through both boys’ now-connected lips, causing Mason to squint and his cheeks to quiver, as if he was stifling a giggle.

With barely a pause, Hunter felt something moving past the smooth surface of his lips, and into his mouth. Mason’s tongue was inside him, and he didn’t know how to react. After clumsily licking Hunter’s teeth initially, Mason’s tongue then found Hunter’s, and lightly probed it in seeming curiosity. Hunter then moved his tongue to reciprocate, almost reflexively. And when their tongues made contact, what felt like an electric shock ran through Hunter’s entire body. Both he and Mason broke the kiss at the same time—it seemed like his friend had felt the very same thing.

“What . . . what was that . . . ?” Mason asked as he brushed his lips with his fingers. He looked at Hunter with his mouth open in an awestruck half-smile, the incredulity all but written on his face.

“You felt it too? That feeling? Like a thousand bugs just crawled up your skin at the same time?” Hunter asked. After seeing Mason slowly nod, he continued, “That’s the same feeling that I had when Cara did it. But back then, it was just gross. This time though, it’s different—not gross at all! I don’t really know how to describe it but . . . it’s different. It’s . . . uh . . . ”

“Dude . . . I think your dick knows what you mean,” Mason said with an answering smile. He was pointing at Hunter’s boyhood which—though previously droopy and uninterested—was now ever-so-slightly raised. Not enough to be considered even semi-erect, but in a noticeably different stance than before.

“Oh my gosh . . . I think it’s actually working!” Hunter declared in an almost-cheer. He held his shaft between two fingers and studied it intently. He definitely did feel a tingle down there whenever he brushed his tongue against Mason’s. Along with a similar sensation on his nipples . . . speaking of which, he’d never seen them stick out the way that they were right then.

“Awesome!” Mason crowed triumphantly as he pumped a fist into the air. “If we just do it some more, then you’ll definitely get hard!” With that, he leaned over to Hunter again, and unlike the last time—when he’d settled for just placing his hands onto Hunter’s shoulders—this time Mason draped his arms over Hunter’s neck. He was literally wrapping his best friend into a hug. Unlike all of the other times that he’d he hugged Hunter, though, Mason leaned in, met the expectant lips of his best friend, and plunged his tongue back into Hunter’s warm mouth.

Both ten-year-olds were being bombarded by the new sensations that they were giving each other. The ‘electric current’ running through their bodies only intensified as they continued brushing their tongues together, eventually getting accustomed to the feeling enough for them to seemingly wrestle inside their mouths. At certain moments, the feeling would get especially intense and one of them would involuntarily moan, the vibrations serving to enhance the pleasure that they were now experiencing.

Mason didn’t have time to truly admit it, but he was thoroughly enjoying what he was feeling. He accidentally brushed his crotch against Hunter, and after that, both boys began grinding their bodies against one another as they continued their tongue-frenzied embrace.

Soon, Hunter began feeling an extremely urgent sensation in his dick. At the same time, he felt its firmness, its heat and its desire to rub up against even more of Mason’s body. He was already hard, but he didn’t dare interrupt the kiss that was pleasuring his very being just to say what was already obvious. He desperately rubbed the flared tip across Mason’s skin as it brushed against a similarly-rigid tube of flesh. He looked down for a split-second to see—for the very first time—the full extent of his best friend’s stiff and throbbing penis. It looked nearly identical to his, no longer than his index finger, and as thick around as a nickel. He looked up at Mason and met the other boy’s eyes. Their looks said everything that their mouths were far too busy to say: “I know that you’re hard. Don’t stop. Keep rubbing. Keep licking. Do it again.”

Hunter lost all track of time after that point, so he didn’t even know how long they’d been kissing. All he knew was that the sensation suddenly stopped, leaving an agonizing void where the pleasure used to be. He saw Mason lean back against the wall and let his head slump forward, exhausted and breathless but still smiling contentedly. The other boy’s dick was still twitching angrily, begging for attention, but it seemed like his legs were too worn-out. Hunter let a tired laugh escape his mouth. He was also out of breath, but was too caught up in the moment to even notice.

“That . . . that’s definitely hard,” Mason said with a goofy grin in-between raspy breaths. He let the grin linger on his face as Hunter beamed a wide smile in reply.

“Mason, that felt good . . . really good. I get it now. When it feels that good, that’s when it’s supposed to get hard!” Hunter announced happily, pulling down on his impossibly-hard dick and making it slap back against his body after he released it.

“It sure looks that way. If I’d known that messing with our dicks felt that good, we’d have been doing it every day!” Mason replied with a giggle. “And now we know for sure that your dick’s not really broken.”

Hunter stepped closer to Mason—who was now seated on the floor with his back to the tiled wall—and thrust his crotch at him playfully, aiming his dick so that it was pointing right at Mason’s face. But then Mason suddenly grabbed the hard dick in front of him, much to the surprise of its owner.

“Mason! Wha—?”

“One more thing that we haven’t tried yet, right?” Mason asked with a grin, with his tone turning rather seductive despite his childishly high-pitched voice. He tugged Hunter’s dick closer, until it was practically next to his mouth. “We need to make absolutely sure that your dick is perfectly fine . . . ” Then he looked up at Hunter one last time before putting roughly half of his best friend’s dick into his mouth.

“Mason!”

Mason greedily sucked on the small member into his mouth, engulfing it completely. Hunter felt his friend’s lips touch the smooth skin surrounding the base of his now-crazed erection, and felt even more vividly the hyperactive tongue that was feverishly licking away at his extra-sensitive glans. It seemed as though Mason was copying what he’d done during their kiss, but this time applying it to his pleasure-hungry dick. It was all that Hunter could do to keep standing during Mason’s oral assault. He placed both hands on the wall just to steady himself as Mason bobbed his head rhythmically on his most precious appendage. He didn’t even mind the few times that Mason’s teeth accidentally scraped his tip—the temporary pain was easily replaced with pleasure the instant that Mason regained his tempo.

“Uhhh . . . uhhh . . . ahhh . . . .” Hunter’s words had completely devolved into grunts and moans of pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed him. Never before in his young life had he even imagined anything like this amazingly delightful feeling. It was simply unearthly—totally beyond this world. He felt like he could fly off into space and never come down . . . as if he could strike the planets themselves with his invincible ‘bat’ and make a ‘home run’ around the galaxy. The infinite was within his grasp and within his reckoning as long as Mason kept sucking his dick, as long as his loving, surprisingly cute, and most eager best friend sent him to new heights of euphoria.

“Gaaah!” Hunter moaned throatily as he hit an entirely new plane of bliss. Mason had increased the pressure of his suction, squeezing almost all of Hunter’s delighted shaft inside is mouth and enveloping it in a warm, moist wall of soft flesh. Mason then bobbed his head, revealing that the combined motion of his mouth and tongue enabled an infinitely more pleasurable method of jerking Hunter’s throbbing dick.

After only a few seconds of this, Hunter reached his sexual plateau. He felt as if he had reached the peak of a majestic mountain, then jumped off, revelling in the rush of the sudden fall. All of the planets that he’d hit with his ‘stellar bat’ coalesced and exploded in a spectacular supernova a dozen times over. The agonizingly sweet and infinitely intense feeling pulsed through his dick with each spastic throb, hitting the roof of Mason’s mouth multiple times. Hunter’s dick tried desperately to release a wave of energy that didn’t exist, an explosion that had yet any fuel to burn. Hunter had achieved his first-ever orgasm, and it was more splendid and overwhelming than anything Hunter had ever experienced before.

When Mason felt Hunter’s dick throbbing even more powerfully than it had earlier, he instinctively stopped sucking. He let his friend just bask in the feeling, even though Mason himself had yet to experience it first-hand.

After several minutes of just standing still with his hands to the wall, Hunter backed away slowly. Mason tightened his lips around Hunter’s penis as if refusing to let go of it, until it finally came out with a resounding pop. Mason then began urgently fisting his own still-erect member, thinking that the fantastic sensation that Hunter must have felt would happen to him as well if he only stimulated himself hard enough. Soon after that, Mason felt his friend sag to the floor beside him, leaning on his shoulder for support. There was no doubting the fact that Hunter was physically drained, judging from how he now seemed so spaced out.

“That sure was something, huh?” Mason asked while gazing over at Hunter.

“Nguuhh . . . ”

“Well, now that we know your dick’s working, I guess that means I practically own your games for half a year, right?” Mason laughed, the playful teasing evident in his tone. And all the while that he was speaking, his hand was still busily pumping up and down on his dick.

“No fair . . . ” Hunter groaned softly, his strength still too depleted to be any more coherent.

“Well, if you want, we can have a new deal. Instead of letting me borrow your games . . . just suck my dick instead,” Mason offered, a grin forming on his lips.

Hunter smiled wide as he replied, “Deal!” He quickly bent down and took in his best friend’s impatient boyhood.

Mason sighed contentedly as he began to feel his own bout of sexual bliss. Without missing a beat, he added, “Every day, for an entire year.”

Even through the noise of the still-running shower, Hunter’s reply was very audible.

“What?”

But as the next few minutes were replaced with wet slurps and boyish moans, it was clear that Hunter didn’t really mind. And as he sucked his best friend off, a single thought dominated everything else:

He was absolutely glad that his dick wasn’t broken after all.

—End—

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Author’s Notes: 

Hi there!

Thanks so much for reading this story of mine. I wrote this as a request a while back. I was given a premise to work with, specifically, two ten-year-olds named Hunter and Mason get kinky in the showers after a game of baseball. It was honestly hard for me to write because I'm not used to writing about characters this young and I don't have a solid idea about how they'd react to things like sex and stuff (my forte is in older adolescent characters). I kinda just winged it, which led me to that absurd 'broken dick' idea lol. Anyway, it seems like it turned out well enough, and maybe some people might actually enjoy it.

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