Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2022 23:33:52 +0000 From: silverhaireddad Subject: Backyard Tent Part 2 Though there is some basis in reality, this is a fictional story. Any resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2022 silverhaireddad@protonmail.com. Comments welcomed. We authors contribute to your reading pleasure. Why don't you contribute to keeping Nifty available to provide these wonderful stories? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html TEEN FUN IN THE BACKYARD TENT-PART 2 Summers have a way of enhancing puberty. Boys simply can't deny the call of nature as they respond to their demanding penises. That was the way it was with Skipper and Timmy as well. Though they really didn't talk much about their tent experience right after it happened, they were both definitely aware that it HAD happened! So it was really no surprise when the boys found themselves alone again a couple of weeks after this first experience together. Skipper and Timmy had been bicycling around their neighborhood, and stopped off at Timmy's house to get something to drink. That's when Timmy mentioned that he had found a porn novel that belonged to his father! Skipper was naturally interested, and asked Timmy to produce it. Timmy went to the cabinet where his dad stashed the paperback and brought it back to the couch where both of them were sitting. The cover of the trashy paperback was of a half-clothed women draped over a chair with her legs spread and her crotch enticingly displayed. The title was "Woman on Fire." Timmy handed the book to Skipper and said "page 10 is really good." Skipper immediately skipped past the first few pages to the excerpt Timmy had referenced and began reading. He squirmed a couple of times as he read, then moved his hand to his own crotch and adjusted himself. As Skipper continued to read, his adjusting turned to open groping. "This is really good," he said to Timmy as he obviously jerked himself through his shorts. "Yeah, I had the same reaction you did when I read it," said Timmy. "What's another good part?" asked Skipper, feverishly jerking his teen cock through his shorts. Timmy scooted a little closer to his best bud him and took the book from his hands, turning the pages until he got to another part he found especially slutty. He began to read out loud. "Brian's cock jerked in the air as his girlfriend licked the underside of his turgid tool. Drops of precum dribbled from his slit and onto her tongue as she squeezed the nipples on her oversized breasts and played with Brian's balls at the same time." Timmy jumped in surprise as he felt Skipper's hand feeling his own hard cock. As Skipper groped and squeezed, Timmy moaned out loud as he continued reading. "Brian backed away slightly and then thrust his manhood into the gaping mouth before him. Her lips sealed around his hard meat and she slowly began an in and out motion that caused Brian's knees to buckle." By now, Skipper was jerking Timmy through his shorts as he read. "Let's take these off and really enjoy the book," suggested Timmy. Almost as if catapulted, Skipper jumped up off the couch, slipped his shorts down to his ankles and sat back down. Timmy did much the same. Both boys were now side by side on the couch, pants around their ankles, teen peen throbbing. While Skipper looked at Timmy so as to encourage him to keep reading, Timmy also saw that Skipper was beating his meat. The look on his face was a feverish one, his lust thoroughly engaged by what he was hearing. Timmy continued to read. "As his girlfriend looked up at him, she continued to bob her head so that her lips slid over Brian's cock, enhancing his pleasure. With the hand that had been juggling Brian's balls, she now inserted a finger into her wet pussy and began frigging herself with abandon." Out of the corner of his eye, Timmy could see Skipper continue to masturbate. He reached down with the hand that wasn't holding the book and began stroking his own bloated boyhood as well. "Her moans caused her throat to vibrate, and the sensation on Brian's cock as she deep throated his pipe ramped his pleasure up to the next degree. Brian grabbed his girlfriend on the sides of her head and began forcefully shoving into her mouth. She never gagged, instead opening her throat and letting him pierce as far as his cock would reach." Skipper moaned as the pace of his stroking increased. "Wow," said Timmy as he watched Skipper beat off. Skipper stopped for a second and looked at Timmy. "Keep reading," he said. "But I can't enjoy it like you can," responded Timmy. "Keep reading," said Skipper as he reached over and began to stroke Timmy's throbbing dick, letting his own bob excitedly as it awaited further touch. Timmy read. "Brian's moans grew more intense as he continued to shove his meat in and out of his girlfriend's mouth. She also grew more animated, wiggling her tongue against the underside of Brian's cock inside her mouth and pummeling herself with her finger at the same time." Skipper continue to stroke Timmy as he read. "Has anyone ever done that to you?" asked Skipper inquisitively. "No, but I sure wish they had," said Timmy. The next thing he knew, Skipper's mouth was around him, sliding up and down Timmy's teen schlong. Timmy stopped reading and thrust his hips upward into Skipper's mouth. After a few seconds, Skipper stopped and inquired, "how did that feel?" Timmy was now shaking with the anticipatory feeling that had just been slathered on his cock. "That was awesome!" exclaimed Timmy. "Now do it to me," insisted Skipper. Timmy put the book down and leaned over, engulfing Skipper's hard, hard meat stick into his own mouth. Skipper groaned loudly, almost as if he was in pain, but it was obviously a pleasure groan. He thrust wildly up into Timmy's mouth, grabbing the side of Timmy's head just as Brian had done in the porn novel. "Ohhhhhhhhh," Skipper cried out, thrusting deeply. Timmy had never done this and wasn't sure what he should do, so he also tightened his lips around Skipper's tool and his saliva lubed up the feeling, adding to Skipper's pleasure. "Oh, man," said Skipper. "That makes me feel like...." Before he could finish his statement, Skipper's cock erupted inside Timmy's mouth. Timmy gagged as Skipper did that and pulled off quickly. Four or five more liquid shots burst out and up on the side of Timmy's cheek and onto Skipper's stomach, oozing down to the small patch of pubes he had just started growing. "Ohhhhhh," Skipper continued to moan. Timmy wiped his mouth, inadvertently swallowing the first shot that Skipper had deposited into his mouth. He felt Skipper's still white hot cum on his cheek, starting to drip down. He reached up and cupped his cheek with his hand, running to the kitchen with his shorts still around his ankles to grab some paper towels, which he used to wipe his cheek. He carried the paper towels out to the couch so Skipper could clean up the juice that covered his crotch and stomach as well. "You have to do that to me!" said Timmy. "I want to know what it feels like." Timmy's cock throbbed in anticipation. Skipper, who had rapidly lost interest because of his own massive orgasm, responded "can we wait until another time?" It was clear he no longer had any interest. "But I want to cum too!" cried out Timmy in horny need. "Beat it for me," said Skipper. "I know you like to do that." Timmy was both shocked by Skipper's awareness of what turned Timmy on and at the same time really TURNED ON by Skipper telling him to beat it. Sinking back into the couch right next to Skipper, whose 13-year-old cock was still hard and still drooling, Timmy began to stroke himself. As his pace grew faster his own breath became more ragged, and within seconds his hips rose up off the couch and his teen pecker released its load high onto Timmy's chest and then on to his stomach, covering his torso in ropes of steaming pubescent cum. As Timmy slumped back into the couch, he looked over and Skipper was masturbating as well, staring at the mess Timmy had just shot out. Within seconds, a much smaller but still apparently just as satisfying load squirted out onto Skipper's stomach, satisfying sighs indicating the degree of pleasure. "Yeah, man," said Timmy. "That was hot," Skipper grabbed some paper towels and cleaned himself off. Timmy contemplated following Skipper's lead and `going for two,' but Skipper almost immediately stood up and pulled his shorts back on. "Don't tell anyone we did that," Skipper admonished. "Oh, I won't," said Timmy, "because I've got that coming to me next time around." "Oh, yeah, I forgot," said Skipper, almost distracted. "Well, I gotta go. What are you going to do with the paper towels? We don't have a camp fire!" Timmy silently chuckled at the reference to their first time in the backyard tent. "I'll carry them outside to the trash can," said Timmy. "Okay," said Skipper, already headed to the door. "See ya later." It is awkward when 13-year-old best buds share the experience of getting off together before they have done it with anyone else. Timmy was a little embarrassed at what had just taken place, and was glad Skipper told him not to say anything to anyone about it. (Not that he would anyway.) Still sitting on the couch with his shorts around his ankles, Timmy looked down and noticed that his teen cock was still hard and still oozing some of the awesome pleasure outcome from his ministrations. "What the hell," he said out loud. "If Skipper can do it twice, so can I." His hand naturally grasped his meat and as he slowly began stroking himself again, some of the residual cum bubbled out and lubed up his cock as he stroked faster. He looked over and saw the wadded up paper towel that Skipper had used to clean himself off. He picked it up with his free hand and held it up to his nose. The pungent smell of his best bud's freshly squirted teen cum was overpowering, and it catapulted Timmy to his second orgasm. Though he didn't shoot a massive load like he had just a few minutes ago, it still was immensely satisfying, and the feeling caused him to melt down into the cushions as the feeling of release swept over him. It didn't last long, though, as he noticed some of the watery jism starting to run over his side. Not wanting it to get on the cushions, Timmy quickly wiped himself off with the paper towel he had been sniffing. He finished cleaning himself off with another towel, then checked to make sure the couch didn't have any half-hidden stains. Not seeing any, he stood up and pulled his shorts back on just as Skipper had done. "Man, that felt good," he said, not sure if he meant the feeling of Skipper's cock in his mouth, or the double orgasms he had just experienced. "I hope we do it again soon," Timmy said to himself. And it was summer, and Timmy and Skipper were 13. Of courses they did it again.