Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 02:49:57 -0500 From: Ian Robertson Subject: Dance Belt part 2 This story contains a sexual act involving male minors. If you should not be reading this or will take offense to such a theme, please do not read further. This story, while inspired by real events, is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. By reading this story, you agree that you are of legal age in your location, and you are not breaking the laws of your country. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2013. Please support Nifty with a nice contribution. Dance Belt, part 2 After their last locker room session with Chad, Michael and John were eager to see what would happen next. They were already in the locker room when Chad came in, and he grinned and gave them a friendly greeting. As he crossed over to his locker, he asked, "You guys ready to suit up?" John and Michael said that they were, and all three began to change by pulling off shoes and unbuttoning shirts. Chad asked, "Did you bring your dance belts today?" "Yes," Michael answered. John nodded, then added, "Can you show us how to put it on?" "Sure," Chad told him as he hung his shirt in his locker. Then he released the zip on his jeans and stepped out of them. The boys saw that today he again wore plaid boxers. But this time, when he slid them down, they saw he had nothing on beneath. Their eyes stayed focused on his crotch as he stepped out of the boxers and placed them atop his jeans in the locker. Then he was stepping into his dance belt, and explaining as he pulled it up his legs, "It starts out just like your underwear," he said. "But then you pull it up higher, so it's snug. You don't want it baggy." So saying, he showed them the mark left by the elastic of his boxers, then pulled the waistband of the belt past it and up above his hips. "Once you've got it on, you do the 'swoop and scoop' and get your stuff arranged like we talked about last time." Demonstrating, he turned to face them as he pushed a hand down into the front pouch of his dance belt. They watched the movement of the fabric as inside, his fingers cupped his balls and then pulled them forward and upwards, bringing his dick too so that it was pointed up towards his navel. He withdrew his hand, leaving a smooth bulge in the front of the pouch. "Like that," he told them. "Now, your turn." Michael and John turned to their own lockers and mimicked the actions of their mentor, taking off their jeans and then, somewhat shyly, their boxers, before stepping into their own dance belts. "Let's see," Chad said when they were done. Both boys turned to face him and he gave them a once-over. John was closer, and Chad reached and tugged gently upwards on the boy's waistband, checking the fit. "Good," he told John. "How about yours?" he asked Michael. "I dunno," was the reply. "Could you do that swoop thing again?" Chad stepped over to Michael and checked his waistband. "You need to pull that up a bit more, so it's snug," he told him. Michael tugged his waistband up and asked, "Is that okay?" Chad checked it again and nodded. Then he told Michael how to do the 'swoop and scoop'. Michael still seemed uncertain. "Could you show me?" he asked. Chad stepped beside him and reached for the front of Michael's dance belt. As he did so, he looked at Michael and asked, "You want me to do it for you so you can feel how it's supposed to be?" Michael looked up at Chad, then nodded. Michael almost froze as Chad put his fingers over Michael's belly button just above the waistband of the boy's dance belt. They felt warm on his skin, and after a moment Chad eased them downwards. Michael sucked in his belly as Chad's fingertips reached the top of his waistband, and then Chad smoothly pushed his hand down into the front of Michael's dance belt. He cupped Michael's ballsack in his fingertips, and held the boy's junk before he slid his hand back up, drawing the boy's balls forward and his dick up in the pouch. Michael held his breath the whole time - nobody had touched him there since he was really, really little. And yet, it was with a bit of disappointment that he resumed breathing as Chad's hand left the pouch of his dance belt. John wished now that he had asked for help too, but the moment passed with the bell that signaled them for warm ups. And so it was that at their next meeting, John asked Chad to check his dance belt. But Chad surprised both boys when he told Michael to show John. "You mean like you showed me?" Michael asked. "Sure," Chad replied, "That is, if John's okay with it." John saw his friend's eager look, and nodded. They'd been friends for years, and seen each other naked, but never touched down there. Now it was Michael's turn. He stood next to John, and remembering how Chad did it, placed his hand over his friend's belly button. Then, as John sucked in his belly, Michael pushed his hand down into the pouch of John's dance belt. He curled his fingertips around John's balls, and held them for a moment, feeling their warmth. Then he gently pulled them forward as he cupped his friend's dick in his palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze as his hand continued its progress back up, pulling John's 'bits and pieces' into place. John resumed breathing with a sigh as Michael's hand pulled clear of the waistband of his dance belt. Then it was to be his turn, as Michael said, "Now you do me!" John and Michael shifted places, and John placed his hand on Michael's belly like he had seen Chad do before. Remembering how it felt when Michael's fingers touched his skin, he made the same motions, pushing his fingers beneath his friend's waistband before cupping Michael's 'family jewels' in his hand. He marveled at how different it felt to touch and hold somebody else's private parts, and prolonged the moment with his hand inside Michael's pouch. Michael didn't seem to mind having John's hand around his stuff, and like the last time with Chad, he was sorry when the moment passed and John withdrew his hand. Then Chad stepped over and put his hand out, saying, "Alright, let me see if you guys have the hang of this." So saying, he ran his fingers over the pouch of each boy in turn, verifying a proper fit and arrangement. Was it just his imagination, or did each boy push his crotch into Chad's fingers as he checked their belts? Then Michael said, "Now we get to do you!" Chad grinned his assent, and held a pose while the two boys reached for his crotch. First one and then the other ran his hands over their mentor's pouch, checking his equipment for proper installation. But before they could progress any further, it was time to go to class. The following day, Michael and John arrived early, and had the locker room to themselves. By now, each was eager to get started with the changing process. They both began by kicking off their shoes and pulling off their shirts. Then they got down to the nitty gritty as jeans were unzipped and slid off. Beneath, Michael had plaid boxers as usual, but John's jeans dropped to reveal that today he was wearing white briefs - like those Chad had worn on their first day. Michael took notice of his friend's attire, and gave an approving nod as he asked, "Like Chad's, huh?" John assented with a nod while adjusting his waistband and striking a pose. Michael eyed him for a moment before saying, "Let me try that swoop and scoop thing again." John held still as his friend reached for the top of his briefs. Then he felt Michael's fingertips on his skin, and again he sucked his belly in as Michael pushed his fingers past the elastic waistband and down into the front of his briefs. Michael's fingers found his friend's dick tucked down over his ballsack, and he felt the warm head with his fingertips. His index finger wiggled over John's pee hole for a moment before he continued down to cup John's balls in his hand. He palpated them with his fingers, feeling them move inside the scrotum. Then, keeping his hand inside the front of John's briefs, Michael's fingers wrapped around his friend's dick. He held it for a few moments, feeling the loose skin around the shaft, then felt John push his hips forward slightly. Without even thinking, he gave the dick in his hand a stroke, and then another. Now, as John pushed into his hand again, Michael felt his friend's dick hardening. He stroked its length once more and then again, and again. By now the front of John's briefs were severely distended with Michael's hand jacking his friend's erect dick. The elastic waistband was getting stretched out of shape as Michael's hand worked the length of John's shaft. John started getting that funny feeling kind of like he was going to pee, but since he saw Chad's dick shoot that time he knew it wasn't that. He tried to warn his friend, but it was too late. He felt the first spurt and then another and another. The front of his briefs showed the widening spot where his boyjuice was soaking though. Michael felt it slippery on his hand, and relaxed his pumping. As John sagged against him, Michael pulled his hand out of his friend's briefs. He examined the clear juice on his hand, then sniffed at it. Then, to John's amazement, he stuck his tongue out and touched one finger to it cautiously for an taste. After a moment, he stuck the entire finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Then he offered the hand to John for a sniff. John hesitated for a moment, then followed his friend's lead, sucking one of Michael's fingers into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it. Neither one of them seemed to notice that they were no longer alone. As Michael pulled his finger from John's mouth, Chad stepped forward and grabbed one boy in each arm and hugged them to him. "Looks like you guys started without me!"