Date: Fri, 03 May 2013 03:13:06 -0400 From: Ian Robertson Subject: Dance Belt 4B The usual disclaimers apply. Please don't read this if you're not of age, or offended by this sort of material (in which case, what are you doing here anyway?), or if it's not legal where ever you happen to be. No boys were harmed in the creation of this work of fiction. Please enjoy responsibly, etc. etc. etc. Nifty is a great resource for those who enjoy friction fiction. The archive here covers over two decades of stories written for your enjoyment. Please show your appreciation by making a contribution to cover the cost of maintaining this archive and the internet bandwidth it needs to bring you these exciting tales. Dance Belt, chapter 4b While John had been asleep when Michael had come out of the shower, he had awoken in time to see Michael push Chad's hand beneath the younger boy's towel. He'd quietly laid there, watching as Michael urged Chad's hand onto his hard tool and the climax that followed. He wondered what he might have missed the night before he'd arrived. He and Michael had only had limited opportunities to talk during the day, but Michael had said something about circumcision scars. What was that all about? When Chad emerged from the bathroom, he was clad in a towel just as the others were. John took in the older boy's sculpted pecs and abs, which tapered beneath the towel worn low around his waist. Chad wasn't very hairy, but John could see a hint of hair leading down from Chad's belly button that disappeared underneath the towel. Chad's dirty blond hair looked darker when it was wet, and seemed to better match the hair in his armpits. John wondered if Chad had to shave his chest for competition. Chad sat on his bed in almost the same spot where Michael had been an hour or so earlier. When John shifted on the other bed, Chad glanced over and saw that the younger boy was awake, and gave him a grin. "Feeling better?" he asked quietly. John smiled sheepishly and nodded. He watched as Chad stretched his arms and alternately rolled his shoulders. Thinking fast, John asked Chad if his back was sore. Chad admitted that it was a little, which gave John his opening. He crossed over and climbed onto Chad's bed, knelt behind him, and tried to knead Chad's shoulders the way he'd seen Chad do to Michael's. After a couple of minutes, Chad rolled his shoulders again and turned to see John sitting on his feet behind him. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Chad asked. "From watching you," the boy admitted. "Was it okay?" "It was great, thanks," Chad said. "I can do some more," the boy offered, "If you lie down." "Okay, you're on." Chad ruffled John's hair as he swiveled around, then lay prone on the bed with his head resting on his arms. John let Chad get in position, then straddled the older boy just above the hips and began to give him a back rub. He started on Chad's shoulders, then gradually eased his way down Chad's back. It was exciting to be touching his mentor's bare skin. It felt warm under his hands. John had to scoot backwards as he worked his way towards Chad's waist. As he did, he soon realized that he was pushing Chad's towel down as he went. After three or four scoots, John could see the top of Chad's butt crack, and he grinned to himself as he scooted back again. This time, he was treated to the sight of Chad's bare butt, and he kept his eyes on it as he rubbed lower on Chad's back. He kept moving lower until his hands reached Chad's bared ass. He held his breath, waiting for Chad to say something as he inched them down onto the older boy's firm glutes, but Chad let him continue. This John happily did, kneading the warm, firm globes with growing excitement. He kept one hand on each, and began working them in a circular motion, clockwise with his right hand and the other way with his left. Working this way, he was able to spread Chad's cheeks apart and open up Chad's crack. With a little practice, he was able to see all the way along the cleft. He spied the puckered spot that was Chad's asshole, and it fascinated him. He'd never gotten to see one before, and once he'd spotted it, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. He held his hands there, keeping the cheeks spread apart, until Chad's voice finally brought him out of his reverie. "You okay there sport?" John looked up quickly to see Chad over his shoulder at him. He moved to take his hands away, but Chad told him, "It's okay, go ahead and check it out. I don't mind." Thus reassured, John resumed with his hands on Chad's ass, feeling the muscle beneath while feasting his eyes on Chad's rosebud. It didn't look bad or dirty, and besides, he reasoned to himself, Chad just took a shower. So saying, he moved a finger down into the cleft and traced his fingertip around the spot. He felt the puckered skin, and experimentally pressed at its center. It slipped through easily after a moment's resistance, and John realized that he had his finger in Chad's butthole. He wiggled it, feeling it confined there inside the sphincter. He pushed his finger in a little more and a little more, until he found he had nearly his entire index finger buried in Chad's hole. Not sure what to make of this, he wiggled the finger around again. He thought he felt something and pressed a bit harder, but didn't grasp the significance of Chad's prostate. After this exploration, John withdrew his finger and resumed rubbing his hands over Chad's buttocks. He worked them down lower, to the top of Chad's thighs, then eased one hand between Chad's legs. Obligingly, Chad shifted his legs apart, giving the boy's hand more room for exploration. John took advantage of Chad's move to find his mentor's ballsack, which he cupped in his hand. He felt Chad's balls move inside the bag, and tried to feel if they were the same size. The loose skin felt warm between his fingers. John's fingertips probed for the older boy's cock, but it was apparently trapped under Chad's belly, for he could feel nothing. John considered this as he resumed his massaging of Chad's butt. He moved down Chad's legs, rubbing each thigh in turn before continuing to the calves. He rubbed the bottom of Chad's feet and even his toes. Then he grabbed one of Chad's legs and put it across the other. This done, he moved up to Chad's hips and placed both hands on one side, and proceeded to roll Chad over onto his back. Chad helped by finishing the job on his own. Much to John's disappointment, Chad's towel had not completely fallen off, but had somehow managed to stay across Chad's waist when he rolled over. There was no doubt, though, that there was something concealed beneath its cotton folds. John looked up to see Chad leaning up, braced by his arms, looking back at him. Chad grinned and asked, "Are you going to do my front?" John grinned back and straddled Chad's waist again as the older boy lay back. John placed his hands on Chad's pecs, and felt the firm muscles beneath the skin. He kneaded them lightly before fixating on Chad's nipples. He ran his fingers over them, then ran them in circles around before brushing across them again. He played with them for a little while more before moving his attention downward. As before, he had to scoot back as he worked his way onto Chad's abs, and then scoot back again a while later. This time, he made sure to push Chad's towel with him as he went. The second time, however, John caught the edge of his own towel too. In his growing excitement, he didn't notice that it had come loose, but kept working his hands over Chad's abs. He thought he could feel Chad's dick under him, hidden beneath the towel, and he couldn't wait to get there. As he scooted back once more, he pulled Chad's towel lower. His own went with it though, and he felt cooler air on his skin. John didn't care; he had nearly reached the treasure barely hidden beneath Chad's towel. As he worked his hands down to Chad's navel, he scooted back once more. And there it was, right below him. Six inches of hard teen tool. John's eyes zeroed in on the older boy's erect cock. Now free of the towel, it jutted up away from Chad's belly. John studied it as he slowly worked his hands over Chad's lower belly, trying not to hurry to the bobbing meat he had worked so hard to reach. Unnoticed, his own towel slowly slid away, until suddenly his own hard prick was there too. John shifted so that his dick was right next to Chad's. Then he finally reached for the older boy's member. He held it next to his own. When they touched, it was like an electric shock passed through him. He held the two dicks together; his boycock was much smaller than Chad's grown meat, but he didn't care. He reveled in the feeling as he held them together with their heads aligned. He couldn't wrap his fingers around the two dicks together, but he tried. After some trial and error, he discovered he could hold their dicks together and, by pushing with his hips, jack his against Chad's. This felt to him like heaven, and he starting humping his boyprick along Chad's cock. Then he felt his hand joined by another. Chad's fingers wrapped around John's, and together they jacked their twin dicks. Chad knew that John wouldn't last for long, and he did what he could to hasten his own climax. He felt John's thrusting become more frantic, and held the pistoning boydick against his own, stimulating the sensitive area just along and ahead of his frenulum. And then it came, that unstoppable explosion of endorphins and semen. Chad felt the drops of John's first spurt land on his chest. His own eruption was fast behind, and blended with John's next spurt. John's thrusting weakened as the boy panted, and Chad eased his grip around the twin dicks. He milked the final drops of his own load onto his belly, then caught John as the younger boy sagged down on top of him, exhausted. Their loads mixed and plastered between them, they lay like that as John fell asleep on Chad's chest. Chad held him there as he felt John's racing heart slow to normal. Then exhaustion overtook him and he dozed, the younger boy still lying atop him encircled in his arms.