Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2021 17:19:17 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Taking Tobey's Test ============================================================== A young teen transplanted to California is unsure if his younger next door neighbor shares his feelings. if If you like this work of fiction, or any story on Nifty, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ============================================================== "Pew! You two reek!" Fran Carson pulled a face of disgust as the young teen boys gulped water in the kitchen. "Sorry, Mrs. C," Tobey Knolls shrugged. The 14-year-old's brunette hair was plastered to his head, and sweat drained down his body from the long run he'd just finished with his equally soggy friend, Zane. The 11-year-old blond boy laughed and bared an armpit at his mother. "Gross!" Fran jumped back in mock panic, and laughed. "Get in the shower, chum." Turning to the older boy, she smiled affectionately. "Thanks for staying with the kids today, Tobey. I'm sure you'd rather be spending Presidents' Day with friends your age." "Zane's my bud," Tobey replied with his warm smile. "And Carol's a sweat pea." Fran smirked. "Sometimes. Anyway, Paula Johnson is picking her up for Scouts at 10, and bringing her back at 4. So it'll mostly be just the two of you, unless you can get that boy out of the house." Like I want anyone getting between Zane and me, Tobey thought. He'd been crushing heavily on his next door neighbor almost from the moment his family moved from a D.C. suburb to Santa Barbara County, a few months before. And Tobey was almost certain Zane might want to explore a more intimate friendship. Certain signs told him today he should find a way. Zane certainly glommed onto Tobey whenever he could. How often do kids his age decide they want to get up for early morning runs, after a lifetime of couch inertia? Zane had been a little chunky when they'd first met, and now he was a lean bean, from joining Tobey for daily workouts. Then, there was the last time Tobey babysat for Fran so she could go on a date. While streaming some shows, Tobey lay back on the recliner. Without asking, Zane got up from the couch and curled up on his side on top of Tobey. Zane was only a few inches shorter than he, so it wasn't as subtle as a smaller kid in the same position. Had Zane felt the hardness growing under him? He didn't object when Tobey slowly caressed his sides, his hip, and his buttocks. The memory of firm boy flesh wrapped in flannel, and the sensation of a hidden underwear elastic on his fingers brought Tobey to more than one explosive, solo orgasm in his room. Also, their joking banter had been veering into more suggestive terrain, lately. "Eat me," Tobey would say. "I want a meal, not a snack," Zane would reply. 6th Grade had given the kid great skills with risqué repartee, but was any of it grounded in experience? A boy turning 12 in a couple of months would probably be very curious. But Tobey was cautious, fearful of endangering a close friendship. Moreover, his parents didn't yet know he was gay, and he certainly didn't want them learning it by an irate call from Fran Carson. And though he had just turned 14, did the roughly 2-year difference in their ages matter? Nonetheless, Zane's conversations were frequently more mature than Tobey's 8th Grade peers. With the afternoon ahead, maybe he could test the waters. "Gonna get cleaned up and I'll be back in an hour, Mrs. C," Tobey said, turning to leave. "I'm making pancakes, if you're interested," she replied. "Sweet! See you in 20, then." Fran unconsciously gazed at the Tobey's willowy, yet muscular limbs. Shaking her head, she felt a stab of guilt for even noticing the features of a boy who's voice had yet to change. But she also found him an undeniably beautiful kid. Stripping off his clothes in his shared bathroom, Tobey didn't feel the same way. With the typical self-doubt of pubescent boys, he critically appraised his features in the mirror and found them wanting. His nose was too small; his jaw was not square enough; he was too skinny. Of course, an angry pimple had blossomed on his hairline. It didn't matter that girls constantly flirted with him, nor that a boy back in Bethesda had fallen for him a little too hard; Tobey was uncomfortable in his own skin. Tobey shucked his clothes and climbed in the shower. Scrubbing his lean body, he imagined Zane in the shower with him, and his two-inch, circumcised member grew twice its size, pointing at a diagonal. Studying his erection, his self-criticism also grew, wishing his penis were larger, while loathing the meager hairs sprouting in dark reminder of looming adulthood. Cupping his still hairless sack and fondling his little friends, Tobey remembered Zane's buns bounding like little grapefruits during their morning run. Tobey tried to imagine the flesh beneath his snug little running shorts. Grasping his circumcised length with his spare, soapy hand, he stroked it five or six times, before disruption from a knock on the bathroom door. "Shit," Tobey muttered, turning his back to the shower's glass door. "Hey shrimp," his 17-year-old brother called, closing he door behind him. "Hope I'm not barging in on you chokin' the chicken." "Fuck off, Danny," the younger boy grumbled, while his cock drooping in despair, and his brother chuckled. Though the whole family clocked Tobey's extended showers, only his brother needled him about it. Yet it was a loving razzing. After all, Danny had been the one to introduce his little brother to the art of self-love, and more than once Tobey had woken up to or walked in on Danny furiously rubbing one out in their shared bedroom back in Bethesda. Thankfully, they now had separate rooms, and only Danny knew that his little brother's imagination was filled with boys, not girls. "Gotta drain the snake and shave, little bro. Gonna spend the day with Charlene." Shaving. Ugh. In a few years, he'd have to do that, too. Maybe I'll shave off my pubes, Tobey considered, shutting off the shower. His brother towered over him, looking every bit the varsity lacrosse player he was. A roaring river flowed from the soft 5 inches Tobey could barely avoid staring at. After he dried off, Tobey wrapped the towel around his waist and bent to pick up his pile of clothes. Danny's meaty paw swatted his brother playfully. "Hey!" Tobey cried, laughing. "Nice money maker, Tobes. You gonna shake it at Zane all day?" Danny joked. "Grow up, Danny." Tobey turned before his brother could see his cheeks burning. Did his big brother suspect anything? Minutes later, he was digging into a pile of pancakes at the Carson home. After breakfast, Fran pulled Tobey aside to thank him again for taking care of her kids so she could go sailing with her new boyfriend. "I don't care what you say, Tobias Knolls, Jr., I am paying you double the usual. And here's money for dinner," Fran said, heading for the door. When adults use a kid's full name, that's the end of discussion. "I'll see you at 8." "Copy that, Mrs. C," Tobey replied, "Don't fall overboard." While Carol played in her room, Tobey and Zane got out mitts and tossed a baseball, while hurling suggestive gibes. "This ball's almost as big as one of mine," Zane said, throwing a curveball. "Did Santa finally give you one? All you need is another," Tobey retorted, throwing the ball back. "You'd like to find out!" Zane replied. "Heads up. Here comes my fastball." "Almost as fast as you are in bed," Tobey snickered. When Carol's ride took her to Scouts, Zane suggested they spark up his Playstation. Laying with throw pillows under their chests on the family room floor, the two boys lost themselves in a ski racing game. At a critical point when they were neck-and-neck, Tobey reached across and tickled Zane's ribs. The younger boy squealed and his screen avatar crashed. "Cheater!" Zane shrieked, laughing, and pounced on Tobey. Tobey hadn't yet gotten the growth spurt common to his classmates, was only 10 pounds heavier than Zan, and their wrestling bout was a struggle. They rolled over and over, giggling and shoving, hands straying to "accidentally" brush across groins and buttocks. At last, Tobey pinned his friend, and his thigh pressed into Zane's groin. Before he could determine if Zane were anywhere near as hard as he, Zane's legs violently scissored together. "Get your leg off my weenus!" Zane howled, laughing in gulps. "Get your weenus off my leg!" Tobey retorted, chuckling. The boys rolled back to resume the game, and it was a long time before Tobey's erection fled. Pausing the game, Zane got up to use the bathroom, and Tobey exchanged texts with his mom. With his legs casually spread, and concentrating on his phone, Tobey didn't notice Zane sneaking behind. Zane crouched between the older boy's legs, and quickly slid his hand under Tobey's crotch. Squeezing Tobey's junk, Zane yelled "Rupture," and laughed In a burst of lightning-quick reflexes, Tobey's legs flew together, and he curled into a ball on his side. Zane's hand was trapped, and he kept squeezing, feeling something growing quickly in Tobey's tight jeans. "Quit it!" Tobey laughed. When Zane pulled his hand away, Tobey tried to strike back, but was too slow. The younger boy was on his feet and out the back door in a flash, trailed by his mischievous giggles. Readjusting his turgid tool to a more comfortable position, Tobey took off after him, yelling, "Two can play at that game, dude!" But just as he burst out the back door, Tobey was met with a cold blast from a garden hose. Though his hands flew up defensively, Tobey couldn't block the thorough soaking Zane brought. Tobey ran toward the maniacally cackling little marauder, intending to wrestle the jet nozzle away. Unfortunately, he couldn't see a planter in his path, and tripped into a flower bed. Zane's laughter died, as did the torrent of water. "You OK, Tobey?" Zane asked with genuine concern. Tobey laughed and stood up, uninjured. Mud, leaves and petals smeared across his clothes, skin and hair. "Yeah, you little shit," Tobey replied. "But you're gonna have to help me fix the plants I flattened." His erection was long gone, and for the moment he was more concerned about the damage his 70 pound frame brought to the garden. The two boys straightened things up as best they could, then headed into the house. "I gotta shower and change clothes, Zane," Tobey told his friend. "I'll be back in a few minutes." "I'm sorry, Tobey," the younger boy sheepishly replied. "It's OK, dude," Tobey said, with a chuckle. A while later, he returned in fresh clothes, and found Zane on the couch eating a sandwich, watching a college basketball game on TV. Another sandwich and a soda were set out for Tobey. While they ate and watched, Zane glanced over at Tobey. "You had a boner," he taunted the older boy. Tobey blushed and snorted. "What do you expect when someone grabs your junk?" Zane giggled. "I guess so." An idea popped into Tobey's head, and he nonchalantly boasted, "I could make you bone up without even touching you." "Not likely," Zane replied through a mouthful of sandwich, then considered the dare. He was curious what mysterious bone magic Tobey could muster. Zane accepted Tobey's challenge. But then, he balked when Tobey told him to take his clothes off. "OK," Tobey said slowly, thinking about it. "What if you keep your underwear on?" Zane was shy about being on display. But how was Tobey to tell if Zane had grown hard or not if he weren't touching him? Even thinking about getting an erection made Zane's boyhood lurch, and he had to calculate fractions in his head to freeze his loins' betrayal. After a moment, he peeled off his t-shirt. Tobey smiled at the creamy, winter-pallid flesh stretching tautly across the slender boy's ribs. His dime-sized nipples looked like pink disks, each adorned with a little bead in the center. Zane hesitated at his belted cargo shorts. "You don't have to, if you don't really want to," Tobey quietly assured his friend, disappointment threading his voice. "No, it's not that, Tobey," Zane replied. "It's just...don't laugh, OK?" That'd be the last thing Tobey would ever do, and after he swore it, Zane dropped his shorts. Skimpy little cartoon briefs stretching across Zane's slim hips were the obvious source of his concern, and his hands swung like clockwork to cover his loins. "I wanted cooler underwear, but mom got me these, cause I'm a Spider Man freak," he lied, his blushing face staring down at the floor. In fact, while shopping for school clothes, she'd gotten an assortment of colorful underwear. To her surprise, he'd added the last two pairs of Underoos in his size. Tobey thought Zane's little briefs made him look all the more innocent and adorable. "I like `em, dude," Tobey replied truthfully. Tobey still wore underwear sized for kids, and if he weren't afraid of taking shit in the middle school locker room, he might wear nothing but Star Wars underwear. Tobey brought a straight backed chair from the dining room, and had Zane sit. The younger boy's hands remained in his lap, hiding his little package. "You can't keep covering up, dude," Tobey snickered. When Zane reluctantly pulled his hands back onto the chair arms, his slim legs scissored together, and Tobey chuckled. "We're gonna have to do something about this, Zane," Tobey said, with a grin. With his tube socks, Tobey tied each of the boy's wrists to the chair. Spreading Zane's legs, he could see a definite lump in the boy's groin. Using both their belts, Tobey secured Zane's knees to the chair, leaving him helplessly exposed. "What's next, Tobes?" Zane was genuinely curious, but reminded his friend not touching meant no tickling. The 14-year-old opened a music app on his phone and launched a low-key EDM song. Slowly swaying a sort of techno-hula, Tobey peeled off his t-shirt, then danced toward his tied up friend. Zane grinned and giggled at the silly strip tease. Yet he had to admit, Tobey was graceful. Tobey leaned down. Licking a thumb and forefinger, he used them to caress and tweak his nipples into hardness. Swaying back, he palmed the front of his jeans, rhythmically fluffing his boyhood with slow, up-and-down rubbing. It was so shamelessly slutty, Zane was frozen between laughing and moaning. And oh fuck, Tobey is such a hottie and I'm not sure I can hide it anymore, he was thinking. I wanted him feeling me, jerking me from Day One, just like Mark and Phillip and I do it in the tree house. With every hip gyration, Tobey's abdominal muscles flexed, stretching Tobey's ivory skin, and his unbelted jeans crept down his slender pelvis. Biting his lower lip, Tobey spied motion in Zane's underpants. Unfastening his jeans, Tobey let his hips disrobe him further. When Tobey's back turned completely toward Zane, his trousers had dropped languidly, half-way past his slender bottom. Toby started swaying his ass in outrageous gyration toward Zane, drawing laughs from both boys. At the same time, Zane feasted his eyes on Tobey's slender globes, clearly defined by his skin-tight red underwear. The older boy's trouser waist was shimmying half-way past his crevice, alluringly indicated by a feint shadowy line. And then they dropped further, and Zane was hypnotized by way Tobey's buns flexed inward with each revolution, dimpling with concave indentations at each hip. By the time he was facing Zane again, Tobey's jeans had dropped to his knees, and he smiled at the erection clearly tenting the younger boy's Spidershorts. In a denim avalanche, Tobey's trousers cascaded to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, now stripped to formfitting short trunks that did nothing to hide the rigid tumescence diagonally-adhered to his loins. Zane stared with an open-mouthed smile of delight, and Tobey undulated forward, standing right in front of the boy. He grinned at Zane's little tent, pointing in quivering accusation. "I'll bet you want to see more, huh, Zane?" Tobey quietly taunted. Eyes wide, Zane nodded, murmuring, "Uh-huh." Tobey teased him for a moment, rubbing his crotch canoe with the flat of his hand, then slowly peeled his underpants down. Zane gasped as the waistband caught on Tobey's erection, springing it against his almost barren loins. The younger boy studied the slender, four inches of circumcised adolescence, swaying and bouncing with Tobey's gentle rhythm. Framed by a firmly muscled pubis, Tobey's swollen boyhood was adorned with a very silky scattering of dark pubic hair - the first body hair Zane had studied closely since he'd showered with his father years before. He yearned to run his fingers through them. Tobey grasped his cock with his fingertips, and waved it inches away from Zane. The younger boy's pole struggled against its cotton straight-jacket. "You like what you see?" Tobey asked, rhetorically. "Dude," Zane whispered, nodding. "You lost the dare," Tobey said in a sing-song voice. "What did you win, then?" Zane asked, with a giggle. Tobey leaned down, and twirled an index finger around Zane's cotton-clad knob. "This," he answered, with a grin. "I mean, if that's OK?" Tobey added awkwardly. "Oh yeah," Zane said, then smiled up at his friend, "You gonna untie me, now?" Tobey bit his lip mischievously again, and shook his head. "Uhh-uhh." Tobey shut off his phone, and knelt between between Zane's slender, well-spread legs, admiring the emerging muscular definition the boy was gaining through their morning runs. His red waistband slightly pooched up a millimeter of skin on his slender tummy, otherwise devoid of much physical definition, and very much on the childish slope of puberty's curve. With just his fingertips, Tobey feathered inside Zane's creamy thighs, treasuring soft and smooth skin. Zane shivered as the older boy spent long moments tracing up to the leg elastics and back, growing increasingly frustrated that Tobey was avoiding the needful tremors in his undies. Ever since his friends introduced him to masturbation six months before, they would unceremoniously get to work on themselves and each other, without any prelude, and Tobey's torpid teasing was driving him nuts. Just grab it, Tobes, Zane begged in his mind. Tobey feathered up Zane's hips, then fanned the flames in the boy's loins with tender caressing all over his torso. Tobey leaned in and kissed one of his friend's hard nipples, then pursed his lips around it. Gently biting it with his teeth, Tobey whipped it with his tongue tip, making Zane gasp and whimper. Why is that so savage? OMG! Zane's brain held a hurricane of revelation, and his young body twisted against his restraints. He never knew such pleasure could come from nipples, and mewled while Tobey went back and forth between them: sucking, licking, and gently biting those tender, swollen cones. Tobey kissed his way down Zane's tummy, lingering for a moment on his slightly outie belly button. Then, he kissed past Spider Man's red border, finally reaching Zane's rigid helmet where it throbbed near the red piping on his fly. A damp spot dotted the tip, and Tobey wondered if the younger boy could ejaculate. Tobey had only started a year before, at 13, and it was one of the better rewards for the horror show of puberty. Tobey shocked Zane when he extended his tongue, and licked the boy's tender tip through his briefs. "Wha-whaa- are you doing?" Zane gasped, awash in pleasant sensations he'd never before experienced. He didn't dare hope what he prayed might happen. Tobey looked up at his friend for a moment, and with a grin replied, "You'll see." Then, he pursed his lips around the boy's crown, sucking and licking it long and slow. With fingertips, Tobey explored Zane's throbbing little shaft and his tight young balls. He could barely make out the boy's tiny testicles, and so he cupped them with his palm to gently squeeze while he continued his oral assault. Zane shivered and groaned in a mixture of delight and need and frustration. Finally, Tobey gently pulled Zane's waistband down and hooked it under his nuts, and the younger breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes!" Zane whispered, unashamed at his exposed erection. "Are you gonna beat if for me, dude?" Zane asked, anxiously. "Nope," Tobey replied, to Zane's brief disappointment. "I'm gonna suck your brains out!" A blow job! It was gonna happen. Owing to Phil's parents' neglect and never installing parental controls on his laptop, he'd shared some videos of oral sex with Zane and Mark. Zane had hoped someday someone would do it to him. And today was that day! Tobey studied Zane's groin, while caressing the stippled skin where the boy's waistband had dug in. His pale and hairless groin had a little crease circling his 2½ inch boyhood, like there was too much skin. His circumcised mushroom cap was dark pink, and moist. With a thumb and index finger, Tobey caressed a puffy, round scrotum the size of a golf ball. Pressing in, he found, rolled and caressed each testicle in turn, while using his other fingers to gently flute Zane's quaking length. Zane exhaled sharply, and his arms and legs pulled against their bindings. A draft blew across his helpless body, drawing goosebumps. Zane was the first boy Tobey had touched since moving to Isla Vista, and Tobey was going to spend a long time worshipping the cutest kid he'd ever met. He bent down, and worked his tongue tip around the tender underside of his friend's pitching tumescence, and then dragged it all around Zane's self-dampened knob, savoring a very faint flavor. The boy moaned loudly when Tobey licked his entire length, again and again and again. A light kiss to Zane's urethra. Then another. And another. Tobey's lips pursed around Zane's spongey little head, testing its resiliency with gentle pressure. Lips sliding all the way to the root and Tobey crushes his nose in a barren, 6th Grade pubis. Tobey lingered in adoration of his pulsating possession. A warmly nestled, bite sized treasure. Tobey sucked, his cheeks billowing inward like hot, wet, satiny-pillow baffles, and his tongue scrubbed underneath. Never moving his his head, he slackened his mouth for a moment, then sucked in again. And then again and again. Zane's high-pitched squeaks grew in number and volume. Resting for a moment, Tobey then pulled his head back, sucking hard and ruthlessly, before plunging back, with a slack mouth. Back and forth he pushed and pulled, heaving and drooling and sucking and slurping. After a minute, he broke free and delicately stroked Zane with a thumb and two finger tips. Tobey worked slowly, then faster, with a firmer grip The room filled with little quiet, cadenced squelching sounds, rapid fire, high-pitched moans from a boy almost in agony, and ignored televised referee whistles. Lest he bring Zane too quickly to the end, Tobey held the little blond's scrotum in his left hand, and caressed the boy's tummy in his right. "You're so hot," Tobey murmured, appraising his vulnerable friend's beauty. And Tobey was so hard, his cock beat against the underside of the chair. Repositioning his left hand to clutch Zane by the stem, Tobey slowly rubbed delicate circles on the underside of Zane's tender little head with his thumb, enthralled by the tortured gasps spilling from the boy's crumpled face. "Please, Tobes!" Zane groaned. "Please suck it!" OMG, why won't he let me cum?! Tobey kissed the boy's pee-slit again, then licked his frenulum. Sealing his lips behind the boy's helmet ridge, Tobey masturbated Zane's length with his lips and tongue, rotating his head as he moved back and forth from tip to root. Zane's moans sounded anguished again, and Tobey applied suction again, on every pull, still rocking his head to-and-fro. He cupped Zane's tiny grapes again, relishing the warmth and pliancy in his palm, squeezing gently. Zane's bound arms and legs fluttered violently. Zane groaned through gritting teeth, "Gonna...cuuuuumm!" The cascade of itchy tickle friction was almost burning and - oh fuck, yeah! It's almost here!! No longer corkscrewing on Zane's prong, Tobey moved his head as fast as he could. In moments, he felt his friend's sack tighten, and he tasted a vague sweet and salty flavor bubble on his tongue, while Zane cried and shook. Tobey released his suction from Zane, but continued stroking the boy with with tongue and lips for a moment. When Zane collapsed, Tobey let the boy's tenderness fall from his mouth. While his friend caught his breath, Tobey restored Zane's underpants. Then, he kissed up the boy's tummy to the base of his neck, and ran his fingers through Zane's now-dampened hair. "How ya doin, dude?" Tobey whispered, gently kissing Zane's throat. "That was sooo LIT, Tobes!" Zane exclaimed, his voice heavy. Tobey got to his feet, then sat snuggled in front of Zane's crotch, facing the other boy, with his legs over Zane's, and his bare ass perched precariously on the chair's edge. Tobey peered deeply into Zane's lake-blue eyes with a smile. Leaning in, he placed his lips onto Zane's. The younger boy's eyes grew wide, and he reflexively jerked back. But then he smiled. He'd yearned for his first kiss. And yet he'd never felt any desire to kiss any girls he knew. Here was another first he could share with the older boy he adored. "I...uh...never kissed anyone, Tobes." "It's like riding a bicycle. Once you get going, there's nothing to think about.' Tenderly, their lips met for a delicate peck, and they pulled apart for a moment. Tobey tilted his head to the left, and smacked his lips on Zane's, then tilted the other way for another smack. Zane didn't know what was hotter: this tender moment, or Tobey's rock hard adolescence kicking against him. He was suddenly shocked to notice it pump and drool a long string of clear liquid onto his little briefs. "Are you coming, Tobes?"Zane asked, astonished. Tobey had given no other symptom of climax. Tobey smiled at his friend, and explained his pre-cum was like Zane's bone moistening, but it flowed in torrents. Tobey's fingers slid once more through Zane's hair, then laced his fingers on the chair back, and sealed his lips on Zane's. With physical cues, the boys took turns nibbling and sucking on each other's lips; their tongues meeting like slippery, sloshing sea others, sliding and playing in a foam of saliva. After a few minutes, Zane rolled his flushed face to one side and whispered, "Can you untie my hands, Tobes?" Tobey sighed, "Uh-huh," and dragged his lips across his friends for a moment. Sitting up, he quickly untied Zane, and caressed the boy's arms, drawing more goose bumps. Zane took a moment to survey Tobey's lean torso, tapering down to slender hips, and a glorious erection waving hello. Zane fondled and tweaked Tobey's nipples for a moment, enjoying their firmness. But what he really wanted to hold was the other boy's hardness, and explore its contours. Carefully clutching the 14-year-old's four-inch phallus with the fingers of one hand, Zane caressed Tobey's silky scattering of hairs with his other index finger. "You've got hairs dude," Zane remarked in quiet awe, "Totally savage!" Zane didn't see Tobey smirk in distaste, while he kept exploring with the older boy's meager pubes, and feeling every detail of his cock and bigger balls. By the time his curiosity had been satisfied, Zane's smaller boyhood was poking into Tobey's hairless scrotum through his Spiderman underpants. Tobey had grown desperate for friction on his cock, and wrapped Zane's hand around him, urging him to stroke it. At the same time, he reached down and snaked his friend's little pink love worm through the red piped fly. Zane's rigid little tool pulsed needfully. "That was quick!" Tobey said. "Yeah," Zane nodded in wonder. "Never done that before." His whole body was starting to tingle again, and OMG Tobey turned him on. Removing Zane's hand, Tobey tried to press their erections together. But his position on the chair was awkward. Climbing off the seat, and standing in front of Zane, he suggested they move to the couch, where he could masturbate them together. "But I wanna give you a blowy," Zane complained. His hand flew to Tobias' cock, waving in his face, and licked the head roughly like a popsicle. At fist suspicious of the taste, Zane decided Tobey's vaguely sweet pre-goo was mostly not bad. Tobey was on fire, didn't have the patience to tutor his friend through the basics, and dreaded teeth. Untying Zane's legs, Tobey lead his friend by the hand over to the couch, where he lay length-wise. Patting his thighs, Tobey directed Zane to sit on his thighs, with his feet tucked in Tobey's armpits. A moment later, Zane was in position. Before Tobey could press their fleshy joy-sticks together, Zane insisted he do it, lacing his small sets of fingers around their combined cock sandwich. Fortunately for Tobey, Zane's position on top kept their knobs in relative alignment. The younger boy had no real technique, but he was eager to get the job done, and at the moment, Tobey could not have endured much foreplay. Crushed by quickly agitating fists abrading his quaking prong's upper half, Tobey was glad for his copious pre-cum. Gotta tell him about lube, he thought in passing. The air was permeated again with squelching sounds, and now a slightly shrimpy fragrance. Tobey lost himself in the stroking raking pounding slapping pulling, churning burning. Tobey's hand slithered to cup his nuts, pulling them up to hug against Zane's little bag, barely emergent from its cotton pouch. He massaged them together, and the younger boy moaned. Zane's frenzied work took less than a minute before muscles tightened and pulled Tobey's constricting balls inward. Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Gonna blow my fucking load! Tobey's lungs burst in a vocal-free blast and his eyelids crushed together, while his nuts detonated and his cock billowed. Pulsing violently, his pubescence gushed a slightly milky stream spattering on Zane's torso and undies, and his own pubic mound. Zane pulled two smaller jets all over his hands. Tobey grunted through each, as well as two more dry spasms, then stopped Zane's hands. "Too sensitive," Tobey panted, while Zane held up his semen-slathered fingers for inspection. "Whoa, dude," Zane said. "You cum a LOT!" From personal experience with an older boy, Tobey knew that wasn't true, but he didn't contradict Zane. While his breath slowed, Tobey observed the younger boy sniffing his fingers, then hesitantly dipping his tongue into the adolescent effluent. Gathering a little bit in his mouth to savor, he closed his lips so Tobey's manna could spread across his tongue. He found the flavor tolerable, but the texture too similar to snot, and he pulled a face, swallowing. Tobey's pre-cum was fine, but he didn't want a mouthful of his boy batter. He wiped his hands on his briefs, telling Tobey cum wasn't for him. "You don't have to swallow it, Zane," Tobey said, explaining he could spit it our, or finish another guy with his fingers. Zane's flaccid pink worm had already retreated into its cotton lair, and Tobey took the red waistband in hand at each hip, to pull them off. Zane helped by lifting his butt, then his feet. At last, the 8th Grader and the 6th grader were completely naked together, and Tobey used Zane's underpants to clean the rest of his ejaculate off of them both. "I'll take these home to wash, dude," Tobey said. "You don't want your mom dealing with this." Zane giggled. "Just as long as you give `em back. " Tobey snickered, and half-considered keeping them. Pulling Zane forward, Tobey rolled the two of them onto their sides so they could watch the rest of the basketball game with throw pillows under their heads. Zane's soft little bottom fit perfectly against Tobey's loins, and he absently stroked the boy's hip and buttocks. "Hey Tobe?" Zane called, quietly. "Mmmmph?" "I've been wanting to do things with you since you moved here." "Me too, dude," Tobey whispered. He started nodding off, just as Zane pulled Tobey's hand down to his crotch, folding a fist around his flaccid junk and tiny bag. Tobey lead the way as they both fell into gentle slumber. ================================ "It's 3:20, Zane," Tobey huffed, "and we gotta jet." The boys were sweat-drenched from their pickup soccer match at the Rec Center. Biking back up the coastal highway to Zane's home would take 20 minutes, giving Tobey leeway in case Carol's ride was early. Mrs. Johnson had his number, and hadn't texted. But he liked to be prompt. After parking his bike at his own house and grabbing a change of clothes, Tobey met up with Zane at his house. Dripping with sweat in the kitchen, they chugged liters of water. "Looks like we have to shower again," Tobey observed, with a chuckle. Zane looked at him slyly. "We could shower together." Imagining hot water sheeting off of Zane's soft, round, ivory buttocks, Tobey's cock stirred. But they had no time, and Tobey banished Zane to the bathroom, while he waited Carol's return. Later, as Zane, his sister and Tobey savored Thai food they'd ordered in, the babysitter felt a toe scratching at the front of his jeans, like a curious mouse searching out food. Tobey's head snapped up, noodles dangling from his lips, suppressing the laughter building in his belly. While seemingly engaged with chatterbox Carol, his attention was laser focused across the table at Zane, seemingly concentrating on his food. But then, the younger boy glanced up with a grin, then returned to theatrically enthusiastic chowing. Zane pressed the flat of his foot on Tobey's hardening, denim-compressed boyhood, and Carol's voice became a barely intellgible buzzing in Tobey's ears. Nodding and adding the occasional "Yeah, sure," Tobey slid his sock-covered foot along Zane's bare and frisky leg. Slowly and deliberately, Tobey's foot found the entrance into Zane's baggy cargo shorts. His toes entered a warm grotto and came to rest against the soft resiliency of Zane's steamy, cotton-clad bits. Tobey pressed, and Zane giggled, pressing back. Tobey wiggled his toes, Zane laughed and followed suit, and both boys pretended to be very interested in their spicy noodles. Pushing and tickling and pressing and stabbing each other into throbbing arousal, the boys almost fell over with laughter, and Carol grew angry, demanding to know what was funny. Just then, Tobey's phone rang, and he had to readjust his painful hardness before he rose to find it the kitchen. His mother was calling to tell him that Fran's boat had been becalmed, they'd used up all the outboard motor's gasoline putt-putting in, and were awaiting a Coast Guard tow. She wouldn't return home until well after midnight, and since it was a school night, the Carson kids would be sleeping at their house. Later, Zane and Carol were in their pajamas, watching an action movie with the Knolls family in the family room. Tobey, wearing basketball shorts and an adult's long t-shirt instead of pajamas, snuggled with Zane on a bean bag chair. No one could see the older boy's hand slip into Zane's pajama bottoms, to caress his little bum. Losing himself in the movie, Tobey absently dragged his fingers across boy buns stretching downy soft, fresh underpants. Half-way through the movie, Tobey's fingers slipped under Zane's underwear waistband, slowly caressing his friend's silky young fundament. Tobey discretely adjusted the rigid appreciation growing in his own undies, and continued to brush Zane's smooth and pliant little globes. Zane cuddled closer into Tobey's chest, hooking one of his legs over the older boy's thigh. For a long time, he was content to slowly knead Zane's soft buttocks like warm, fresh dough. Eventually, his fingers descended into the younger boy's crevice, exploring the length of its valley floor. With the loud, on-screen robot violence growing to a climax, nobody heard Zane's squeak. Tobey's middle finger gently was orbiting the younger boy's anal rim. Biting his tongue, Zane pressed his engorged boyhood into Tobey's thigh, and then looked up at his friend with a grin. The movie ended, and Tobey, Zane and Carol got ready for bed. Carol was sleeping with Tobey's older sister Sue, and Zane eagerly followed Tobey into his room. Though there was a sleeping bag ready for him on the floor, Zane was more than happy to take one side of Tobey's full-size bed, climbing in on the far side. Before pulling down the covers, Tobey dropped the basketball shorts he only slept in while visiting relatives. He climbed into bed with the t-shirt camouflaging his ardor. His skin-tight, sky-blue cotton trunks compressed his semi-hardness in a sharply outlined composition, already damp from the past hour of playful touch. Curled up on their sides face-to-face, the two boys giggled with unspoken expectation. "So, Tobes," Zane whispered puckishly, "do you wanna...do something?" In reply, Tobey's lips met Zane's in the darkness, and his hand caressed the back of the boy's head and neck. First quietly pecking, the boy's passion built, their lips sealed, and their tongues met, dancing through minty coves. Unfurling their bodies and drawing together, the boys hugged and caressed, hands tracing each other's backs and sides and hips. Zane's rigid boyhood pressed into Tobey below his navel, and Zane could feel his friend's love muscle throbbing against the top of his thigh. The boys broke off their passionate kiss, and Tobey hugged Zane tightly. Tobey sighed, and whispered, "This feels so good." Zane kissed his cheek. "You feel so good." Zane reached down and found Tobey's erection. It was so hard against his hand, like heated marble, and plastered to to Tobey's thigh at a downward angle by his snug and skimpy undies. And it was weeping with joy. Zane rubbed it with the flat of his hand, earning another sigh from the older boy, and he kissed Tobey's ear and neck. Tobey's hugging arm slid down, sliding into Zane's pajama bottoms, and gently caressed the younger boy's bum through his soft and skimpy briefs. Tobey squeezed those balmy cotton islands, adoring every bit of their soft resilience. Zane in his underwear was almost unendurably sexy, but by then, Tobey craved the naked flesh underneath. "Let's lose these, OK?" Tobey whispered, grabbing one side of Zane's pajamas and briefs by the waistbands. Tugging, he got them only partially down, and Zane's clumsy attempt at pulling the side he lying on didn't help. The boys rolled onto their backs, and brusquely bared their lower halves. By the time they finished with their awkward wriggling, they both had to stifle their laughter. Rolling back onto their sides, torso-to-torso, the boys gently kissed once again. Several tender smacks, leading to a long and languid journey of playful biting and tender tongue struggles. Two painfully swollen cocks lay side-by-side, pounding in a pelvic sandwich, and the tops in which they hid were becoming increasing moist. Tobey had one arm cocked under pillows upon which Zane and he rested their heads. Zane's complimentary arm joined Tobey's, his hand found Tobey's, and the boys laced their fingers together. Tobey's free hand glided down the back of Zane's pajama top, and caressed his friend's half-hidden cheeks. The feathery touch on his bum made Zane shiver and moan, and he plunged his tongue more fiercely into the older boy's mouth, whisking his head to-and-fro in a tempestuous fury. He reached around and pulled up the back of Tobey's t-shirt, so he could squeeze the 14-year-old's firm and slender ass cheeks. Reflexively, the two young teens ground their hips together in primordial undulations of deep devotion and longing. They broke away to catch their breath, pumping harder and pulling one another together by the rump. Panting, they ground to a halt, and hurriedly separated at the waist. Reaching under their tops, the boys grasped each other with downward fists, and gazed together in needful understanding. With his thumb and index finger resting against Zane's hairless loins, Tobey cherished the steamy little penis barely reaching his third knuckle; so hard and yet spongey. Stroking Zane for a minute, he pulled a little more moisture from the boy's tiny nozzle. Tobey's drooling tip peaked out from the bottom of Zane's fist. His copious joy juice made it easy to glide over the boy's entire length, and when Zane reached with his free hand to cradle and caress Tobey's hairless young sack, the older boy quietly moaned like a whispering steam whistle. Zane quickly got close to bursting, and so he peeled Tobey's fingers off, explaining he wanted to hold out a little longer. Over time, the boy's would learn the physical symptoms of approaching climax. But this was the first day of many years pleasuring one another. "Can I suck it?" Zane whispered eagerly. "Yes, but you have to be careful with your teeth," Tobey replied, hesitantly. Zane wriggled under the covers, and pajama bunched under armpits, leaving him otherwise bare. He found Tobey's boyhood in the darkness, throbbing and staining the bottom of his t-shirt. Scouting by touch, Zane lifted the hem and held Tobey's rigid lance by the base. A light, bewitching, yeasty and shrimpy fragrance tickled his nose. Vaguely remembering what Tobey had done that morning, Zane touched his tongue tip to his friend's oozing, circumcised flesh flute. Gently, he washed the underside, sampling the flavor for a second time. And you know what? The vague sweet saltiness was better than he'd first thought. Zane set forth, methodically dragging his his tongue all over Tobey's helmet. He could never thoroughly clean it, because Tobey's little fountain kept pulsing a little more. Zane licked down to the base and back, moping up what could, eating Tobey like a cone of spicy ice cream. When he grew tired, Zane kissed Tobey's nuts, marveling at how they were almost twice the size of his own. Then, he sucked on one for a while, and then the other, pulling gasps out of the older boy. Zane returned to licking Tobey's pulsating staff, working his way back to his friend's well-glazed knob. With a moment's consideration, he opened his mouth and closed his lips half-way down Tobey's stalk. Zane's warm breath made Tobey sigh, and then he convulsed and hissed. "Stop!" "What's wrong, dude?" Zane asked in concern, his voice muffled by bedding. "It's the teeth," Tobey replied apologetically. "Um, can you just lick it and rub it, for now?" Zane was embarrassed and disappointed, until Tobey whispered, "Nobody gets it right the first couple of times. Starting tomorrow afternoon, you can attend Tobey's BJ Academy." Proud of his burgeoning friendship, and excited that they'd be sharing sexual intimacy again, Zane committed himself to licking Tobey's knob, while stroking his stalk with a couple of fingers, and gently massaging the boy's soft, hairless bag. Tobey's body shuddered in waves, and his quiet moans grew in number and pitch, a timbre of helpless surrender to indescribable pleasure. With friction building in his adolescence, Tobey could feel his nuts tightening in Zane's palm, and he cautioned his friend. "Gonna cum, soon," Tobey grunted. Zane loved the feeling of Tobey's hot mushroom on his tongue, and even more so understanding the pleasure he was bringing to Tobey. Maybe he could choke down his friend's ejaculate, but he wasn't so sure, and was relieved when Tobey stopped him. "You're doing so good, dude," Tobey reassured his friend. "I just need to get something." Getting up and stepping to his laundry hamper pushed back the looming tide in Tobey's loins. Finding a sock, he got back in bed, pulled down the bedding to uncover Zane, and lay on his back. To Zane's surprise, he pulled the sock over his turgid member. "Easy cleanup, Zane," Tobey said with a chuckle. "Come here." Tobey suggested his friend crouch over him, facing his lap, and explained the "69" position. In moments, Tobey, nude but for his t-shirt and creatively worn sock, lay gazing up between Zane's naked leg, His friend's pajama top was hiked up to expose his small, round bottom, and his little pink piccolo waggled inches above Tobey's mouth. Zane balanced on one forearm, and griped Tobey with two fingers and a thumb through the sock. His slow, steady stroking burnished the 14-year-old with rough friction, and Tobey winced. Concentrating, Tobey slid both hands onto Zane's warmly cushioned rump flesh, squeezing and gently slapping each bun for a moment. Then he pulled Zane closer, until the boy's quivering bone tapped against his lips. Tobey tongue tickled that rubbery, young boy meat, discerning only an indefinite perfume; yet the damp knob yielded a slight flavor. He tried to concentrate on teasing more beads of love liquor from Zane, but the younger boy was rubbing and scrubbing and polishing him with savage strokes, and the sock cloth was mercilessly burning him with itchy tingles. He quietly moaned uncontrollably; his steamy breath billowing all around Zane's pulsating pole. Zane grinned, and rub-rub-rubbed faster faster faster. In the dim light, he could still see Tobey's legs flexing, and his hips started rocking. Tobey grit his teeth and shook his head, while muscles tightened behind his nuts; pulling, squeezing, and demanding, their meager contents. "Ggggaaaaahhhh!!" Tobey quietly groaned through gritting teeth, as white fire blossomed in his cock and it vomited a thin jet to moisten his sock. A second detonation and another small squirt had Tobey's fists gently pounding on the mattress. A third had him gasping, and maybe it damped the rough cotton further - but who cares? A fourth and fifth had him grunting, almost in pain, and he squeezed his innards and clenched his bowels to eject anything he could. And at last, his climax died, and Tobey stopped Zane's strokes. Taking command of the sock, Tobey was almost too sensitive to finish wiping his tip, and deposited the soiled garment beside him. "Fuck, Zane - that was so righteous!" Tobey sighted, then remembered he had a job to complete. Before Zane could ask what he should do next, Tobey's mouth engulfed his torturously hard boyhood. Sucking on the little succulent like a straw, while it beat against his tongue, Tobey pulled back and forth on its tiny length. Tobey's fingers fanned and caressed, clutched, squeezed and wrung Zane's pallid butt cheeks, and the boy's hips began a chuga-chugamotion like a railroad train. None of Zane's friends spent more than passing attention to his ass, though he adored seeing and feeling their's. He lay his head on Tobey's thigh, and quietly mewled while Tobey sucked and feathered and spanked and squeezed. Oh, shit, Tobey's tongue was traveling to his nuts and then sucked them in, and Zane groaned. Tobey swirled the little hairless ball of tangy testicles for a few moments, while his fingers feathered into Zane's canal from both sides, and spread those delectable, soft cheeks. Tobey pulled Zane's loins closer, and sucked on his perineum, making him gasp. And that was only a prelude. Tobey's tongue tickled IN THERE! What was he doing? Zane could only pant as the slippery, serpent slithered into his crevice, until -- "WHAAA??" Zane quietly huffed. Tobey was kissing and licking his hole! It was so naughty and good and OMG did he love it! Why would he do such a thing? But it didn't matter, because Zane felt little jolts running from his anus to his nuts. Every wet lashing from Tobey's salivating dervish sent shock waves through his body. Who knew an ass could be so sensitive? Tobey kissed and licked back to Zane's cock head, and paused a moment to coat a finger with saliva. Tobey's lips pursed around Zane's rosy gem, and tickled its pinnacle with his tongue, and skated his digit gently around Zane's clenching starfish. Tobey engulfed Zane to the root, then sucked on the 2½ inch candy, and pulled almost off, then slathered forward again, and sucked back to the boy's spongey nozzle again. Every time he plunged forward, Tobey caressed Zane's little scrotum with his nose, inhaling his vague soapy, musky fragrance. It was intoxicating. "OH...OH...OH...OH," Zane quietly moaned, enraptured with rich itchy tickles in his loins and his ass, and then, "OH SHIT!...OH FUCK!...OH SHIT!" Penetrated, Zane gasped from a burst of aching fire in his pierced anus. It was meant to be an exit and why was Tobey putting his finger in there but it felt strange and now...Whoa THAT felt kinda savage. And THAT felt even better! And Tobey, please keep GOING! Zane's piping moans grew louder and rose an octave and Tobey slurped faster, while finger fucking his friend in time with his lip pumping, mouth sopping, tongue slapping, cheek sucking worship of the boy's rigid, quaking, burning boy cock. Zane's bowels violently crushed Tobey's finger, and the older boy could feel muscles wrench in a fury. The younger boy absently sucked on Tobey's inner thigh muscle so gruesomely it would leave a hickey. But at the moment, he had to silence the scream building from his rectum to his diaphragm. Then, the itchy fire burst. Shuddering, Zane's whole body seemed to flex, working to eject a tiny load of infertile sap. Tobey eagerly swallowed the watery droplets, savoring their slightly sweet and salty flavor. He pulled a second faint taste, and then Zane silently convulsed a couple of more times, though his fleshy cheroot pulsed drily. Tobey held Zane's tender boy hood slackly in his mouth, and tenderly withdrew his finger. Pulling his mouth from Tobey's thigh, Zane gasped for air, while his anus reflexively clenched and slackened again a couple more times. Discretely Tobey wiped his finger on his grubby sex sock, then supported Zane's hips with both hands. All the while Zane continued to soften on his tongue. But even Tobey's breath was too much for Zane's sensitive little tool, and he climbed around to lay on his side, curled against his friend. "Jeez, Tobe," Zane whispered, unselfconsciously kissing his friend's shoulder. "How...Why...You actually put your finger in my butthole, and it felt cray!" Zane was in awe. A new avenue of self-exploration had opened. In a single day, his life had been changed. Tobey chuckled, knowingly. "Dude, I was finger fucking your prostate." Tobey quietly explained. "Ain't it lit?" "Uh-huh," the little blond agreed, nodding his head, unsure of what a prostate was, and still dazed by the feeling in his guts. "You shouldn't do it too often," Tobey continued, "And definitely not anytime you have a check-up scheduled." Tobey knew this from personal experience, and Zane chuckled at the 14-year-old's recollection of his pediatrician's cautious question: "Has anyone been touching you inappropriately?" "But I'd been using a fat carrot the night before, and I actually had to tell him," Tobey blushed at the memory. Fortunately, his doctor promised not tell his parents, while cautioning him about tearing his tissues. Then came the Safe Sex talk, and a couple of free condoms. "You put a carrot in your butt, a lot?" Zane chuckled at the image. But maybe he should try it... "Yeah, but you can use all kinds of things, like a toothbrush handle," Tobey replied, listing other tools he'd used to probe his wonder tunnel. Zane's mind raced, and suddenly, he understood why people "butt fucked," something he'd previously thought bizarre. It still seemed kind of gross, but maybe... Given that Tobey's mom would be waking them up in the morning, the boys covered their lower halves. Under the bed covers, Zane cuddled around Tobey, snuggling within his friend's one-armed embrace. He felt safe, secure, and trusting. "Tobey, can I tell you something?" Zane whispered cautiously. "Always, dude. You're fam." "I think...I think you're my best friend," Zane revealed. Tobey grinned in the dark, and turned his head to kiss the boy's nose. He'd been feeling the same way, despite the 2-year difference in their ages. "Me too, Zane."