Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2008 12:12:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: Church Overnighter

Church Overnighter
by Traumarei

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.


It was May, and time for the church father-and-son overnighter again. At
14, David thought he was getting a little old for it all. When he tried to
explain that to his father, though, his father pointed out that Jared
Travis would be going, and he was 16. Then he ruffled David's hair, which
David hated, and reminded him that he wasn't in high school yet, and said
that he shouldn't be in such a big hurry to grow up.

After that, David stopped fighting it. It was clear that his dad wanted it
to happen, and he really didn't want an argument with his dad. He figured
that if he went along willingly, he'd get a lot more slack when it came to
skipping out on events at the overnighter that he didn't want to do.

He was less happy when he found out they'd be saddled with Geoffrey
Bringhurst. Jeff was 11, and his mom was a single parent. He and his dad
were assigned as the Bringhursts' home teachers, which meant it was their
job to visit once a month and help out when Sister Bringhurst's car or
washing machine or lawn mower broke down, which happened a lot. Several
times he'd been stuck watching Jeff when his mom had to do something and
didn't want to leave him alone.

Oh, well. Jeff was a shy kid, and stuck by himself pretty much. But he was
pretty good at minding when David told him to do something.

They swung by Jeff's house about 4:30. His mother had just gotten home from
work.

"Now make certain you mind what Brother Staddle and David say," she was
saying as she handed him a bag with an extra change of clothes in it.

"I know, Mom." The boy looked embarrassed. David couldn't blame him.

"I'm just so grateful to both of you for doing this," she said then to
David and his dad. "I know he misses having an older male influence in his
life. It's really good of you to be willing to do this."

"It's our pleasure, Sister Bringhurst," David's father said. David just
nodded, not knowing what to say. Jeff, he noticed, was rolling his eyes
behind his mother's back. He grinned at him.

On the way out to the park, David's dad started a car game that had them
all laughing and joking for the entire half-hour trip. Watching Jeff
reacting, David realized with surprise that this was something his dad was
really good at. It made him think for the first time just how lucky he was
to have a dad, and one who liked spending time with him, even if it was in
embarrassing ways a lot of the time.

They were some of the first ones to get there. David's dad sent them out
looking for wood for the campfire that evening, while he fired up the grill
to cook hot dogs and hamburgers. The two boys had a lot of fun, even though
they didn't collect very many sticks. David was impressed the one time they
were fake-swordfighting and Jeff's knuckles got scraped. The younger boy
didn't say anything, even though it obviously hurt. Instead, he just sucked
on his knuckles for a minute, then gave a kind of wobbly grin and went back
to fighting. The kid has guts, David thought.

After a while, some of the other boys and their dads showed up, including
Brother Robinson with a big stack of wood in the back of his truck. They
gratefully stopped collecting branches, then joined the others for a game
of frisbee that lasted until supper was ready. David noticed that Jeff
wasn't really very good at throwing or catching the frisbee, but he seemed
to be having fun. He stayed close to David, though, even after some of the
other boys his age showed up. He stuck next to David during dinner, too,
and then sat next to him as they all sat on logs around the campfire
telling stories. After a while, he leaned his head against David's shoulder
and seemed to fall asleep. It was a bit embarrassing, but it felt kind of
good too, feeling like the other boy trusted him enough to fall asleep on
him.

"Well, it looks like Jeff's tuckered out," David's dad said at last. He
helped David steer the half-asleep younger boy over to the single
extra-large sleeping bag the boys would be sharing, which was laid out on a
plastic tarp. David's dad had said it wasn't worth bothering with a tent
for a single night's sleepover in a park, and sharing a single bag would
keep them both warm.

Jeff seemed to wake up some as they got to the sleeping bag. The two boys
both took off their shoes, climbed inside, then stripped down to their
briefs, pushing their clothes back out of the bag onto the tarp where they
wadded them up to use as pillows.

David said a brief mental prayer and prepared to drop off to sleep,
listening to the sounds of the night insects and the movement of
trees. Both of them were lying on their sides, and Jeff was in front of
David. As soon as they had stripped off their pants and shirts, the younger
boy snuggled backwards so that his back was against David's chest. Almost
automatically, David's arm had gone around Jeff, who sighed a
contented-sounding sigh and pulled David's hand against his stomach.

It was nice and surprisingly comfortable having a warm body against
his. Lying there in the dark, David thought back about how the afternoon
had been. He smiled. It had been pretty nice really, kind of like the way
David imagined it would be if he had a little brother. Unexpectedly, he
felt a surge of affection and protectiveness come over him for the younger
boy. He gave him a light squeeze. To his surprise, he felt Jeff squeezing
his arm in return.

That was when David realized he was starting to get a boner, right where
his crotch was pressed tight against Jeff's lower back. Oh, crap, he
thought.

He heard Jeff giggling. "You got an erection," he said softly. It didn't
seem to bother him.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

Jeff giggled again, but didn't say anything. David heaved a mental sigh of
relief. He really didn't want to get into a conversation about all of that
with the younger boy.

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During the first several minutes, Jeff kept wiggling from time to
time--trying to get comfortable, David thought, or maybe just winding down
after the activity of the evening. Each time, the movement of the smooth
skin of his back against David's cotton briefs sent a surge of feeling
through his now rock-hard penis, and he had to bite his lip to keep from
making any noise. Finally, though, Jeff's breathing slowed and got more
regular, and the wiggling stopped.

David, on the other hand, was far from sleeping.

He knew what it was all about. Just being close to another human being,
most of his clothes off--the skin to skin contact--now that he stopped to
think about it, he knew there was no way his body *wouldn't* have
reacted. The fact that he really liked the other boy just made it worse. He
liked him like a little brother, and he was happy lying down next to
him. That just made his body, and especially his penis, react in a way that
meant it was happy too.

There wasn't any shame or sin in feeling what the body felt, his dad had
explained, as long as he didn't touch himself to make it feel that
way. Masturbation was a sin, but it was natural for his body to feel
sexually aroused at times. It was part of being the age he was. David did
masturbate sometimes, but he tried not to do it too often. He never seemed
to be able to go longer than a few days without doing it. His bishop said
that was okay, so long as he kept trying. He just needed to develop more
self-control.

David thought it would get better once Jeff was asleep. Instead, the
feelings throughout his body just seemed to get stronger, now that he
wasn't being distracted by the other boy's random movements. Each time he
breathed in and out, David could feel the slight movement everywhere their
two bodies were pressed together: his chest touching Jeff's back, their
legs lying against each other, his arm where it lay across Jeff's side, his
hand where it lay on Jeff's stomach with the other boy's hand on top of
it. It started to feel like his skin was glowing everywhere they
touched. His penis felt like it wanted to explode. He knew that if he was
at home he would be stroking it by now.

Eventually, the temptation to do something became overwhelming. Carefully,
telling himself that he was just hugging the other boy, he pressed himself
more firmly against Jeff's back, squeezing the other boy's chest with his
arm.

The pressure against his penis caused a surge like an electric shock to run
through his body. He closed his eyes in the darkness. Barely, he stopped
himself from grinding his pelvis into the other boy's back, realizing that
he was very close to making a mess that would be very hard to clean up and
would raise questions he really didn't want to answer. Instead, he pressed
his face into Jeff's neck, smelling campfire smoke in the other boy's hard
and on the other boy's skin. Without thinking about it, he licked a spot on
the back of Jeff's neck. It was salty. I am such a pervert, he thought. So
horny I'm licking my friend and masturbating against him while he's
asleep. In the back of his head, there was a part of himself that couldn't
really believe what he was doing. But it felt really good, so he kept
ignoring that part.

His hand moved down from where it was on Jeff's stomach and brushed against
the front of his briefs. The other boy's penis was pushing out against the
cotton, just as stiff as his own, though it felt a bit smaller. For a
minute, he thought about putting his hand down under Jeff's briefs and
feeling his hardon.

The thought was enough to shock him back to more normal thinking. Quickly,
before he could debate it with himself, David pulled away from Jeff and
rolled over, putting his back to the other boy. Reflexively, his hand
reached inside his briefs and squeezed his boner, though he was able to
keep from stroking himself.

"Whassa matter?" Jeff's voice was sleepy.

"Just settling in to go to sleep."

"Okay."

Then, to David's surprise, Jeff turned over and scooted against David in
turn, reaching around to press his arm against David's chest the same way
David had done to him. At the same time, he sleepily flung one leg over
David's hips. The feeling of Jeff's boner against his back was very
obvious.

Jeff murmured contentedly and shifted a bit, his hand and arm effectively
trapping David's hand down at his groin. Then, just as David thought that
he had fallen asleep again, he felt Jeff start to thrust into David's back,
small, regular thrusts that pushed his cotton-covered boner against David's
skin. Each time he thrust, his leg would press down on top of David's as
well, increasing the pressure. Jeff was humping him, the same way he had
been doing to the other boy earlier, except more obviously and
deliberately.

David didn't know what to do. Part of him said he should stop Jeff
somehow. Another part of him suggested that he should stay quiet, because
he didn't want to get into a conversation about sex and masturbation with
Jeff. A third part of him couldn't help but wonder if Jeff had started
masturbating yet, and imagining how good the other boy would feel when he
had his first orgasm. He squeezed himself at the thought.

In the end, David didn't say anything, at least partly because he could
really figure out what he would say if he did. Also, by now he wasn't
really sure if he wanted Jeff to stop. It was easier not to say anything,
and keep squeezing himself.

After a couple of minutes, the pace of Jeff's thrusts started to pick up,
and his grip on David grew firmer. Any doubts David might have had about
whether Jeff was awake or asleep were answered. The other boy started
breathing more heavily. Then he pushed against David again, harder than
before, once, twice, three times, as his entire body stiffened.

David didn't know if the other boy'd had an orgasm before. Clearly, though,
he'd had one just now. David's own fingers moved within his briefs.

Suddenly the breath caught in David's chest as his own groin tightened,
finally giving in after having been held back from orgasm from too
long. Warm liquid spilled over his fingers and filled the inside of his
briefs. Part of him was frustrated, but mostly, it was just a relief after
having been aroused for so long.

In the background, David could hear Jeff, still panting heavily from his
own orgasm but slowly subsiding. As he felt the stuff oozing from out of
his penis with the last few spasms of his orgasm, David waited for the
dark, disappointed feeling to come over him, like it usually did. But it
never happened. Instead, he became aware again of Jeff's one-armed hug,
which had tightened even further when the younger boy had his orgasm and
still hadn't let up; the warmth of another body against his, and the
regular pulse of his own heartbeat in the artery at the side of his
neck. Happy, contented--to his surprise--and feeling again that same deep
unexpected affection for the other boy he'd felt earlier, David dropped off
to sleep.

His last thought was to wonder if Jeff had really been asleep after all
earlier, when David was rubbing up against him.

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Taking care of his cum-stiffened briefs the next morning was even worse
than David had expected.

"Wet dream?" his dad asked, turning up unexpectedly in the hidden spot
behind the pickup where David was trying gingerly to get his shorts down
without pulling out every pubic hair he had. There weren't a lot of them
yet, but he didn't want to lose them.

"Uh, yeah," he said, blushing.

"It's okay," said his dad. "Happens, especially when you're sharing space
with another body. Try not to be too embarrassed about it."

"'Kay," he said, blushing even harder, while his dad wandered away.

Inside himself, he was thinking: I'm glad you don't know what really
happened. Wet dream. Sure. I wish. But that thought made him think again
about what had happened the night before, which started another boner. This
one was pretty painful, with everything all stuck together. He decided he
was going to have to get into the lake as soon as he could, just to try and
get rid of the dried cum.

When he got back from changing, Jeff was awake, putting on his pants and
shirt inside the sleeping bag before crawling out. He gave David a grin.

"It's warmer in here. Why didn't you change before you got out?"

"How do you know I didn't?"

"Saw." Jeff grinned again. "You looked awful cold, standing' there in your
underwear."

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The rest of the morning went a lot the same way the previous afternoon had
gone, except that Jeff seemed a lot more outgoing and friendly than he'd
been the day before. Most of the time, he still hung around with David--in
fact, he was even more obvious about following the other boy around--but he
laughed a lot more, and he seemed more confident overall. When David teased
him, he would tease David right back. And he grinned more than David had
ever seen him do before, almost always when he was looking at David.

A little after noon, things broke up and they went home. Jeff's mom was
working that Saturday, so he came over to their house for the
afternoon. First thing they got in the door, David's mom sent all three of
them--David, Jeff, and David's dad--off to take showers.

"Such filth! Campfire smoke! Twigs and dead leaves and bugs in your hair!
Boys!" She was grinning at them.

David's dad used the shower off the master bedroom. His mom told David and
Jeff they could shower together. "The upstairs shower's big enough. Save
water!"

David felt a little nervous. Jeff had never showered over at their house
before, or at least, never with him. After what had happened the night
before, he wasn't sure he'd be able to ignore Jeff being naked. At least
from the way Jeff had been acting all that day, it didn't seem like he had
a problem with it.

David guessed that the best way to handle it would be just to pretend
everything was normal. So as soon as they got in the bathroom, he started
stripping off his clothes. Jeff did the same. Sure enough, by the time he
was naked, he had another boner.

Jeff grinned at him. "Just like last night," he said.

David laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess."

The two boys stood looking at each other for a minute. Dave was about five
inches, hard, with a short tuft of pubes. Jeff also was well on his way to
a hardon, but didn't have any pubes yet. A minute later, his penis reached
its full length at a little under four inches.

Jeff was also uncircumcised, somewhat to David's surprise. Most boys he had
ever seen were cut like him. He thought he would have noticed something
like that before now. Apparently, though, he hadn't.

Then David adjusted the water temperature, and both of them stepped into
the shower. David was taller than Jeff, so he had Jeff step to the front
while he stood in the back.

It felt good. David hadn't felt all that dirty when they were out in the
woods, but now, feeling it all come running off him was really nice.

"Oh, man," he heard from in front of him. "This feels really great."

"Yeah," he said, yelling to be heard over the sound of the shower.

David got out his shampoo and started washing his hair. He put out his hand
to set it back on the shelf, and Jeff took it from him, squirted a little
on his hand, and started using it, ignoring the bottle of his own shampoo
that his mom had packed for him. "Yours smells nicer," yelled Jeff, when
David pointed to the other bottle.

David used a little of the shampoo to try to clean the dried cum off his
penis and his pubes. Despite his resolve of that morning, he'd decided not
to go into the lake, which was still awfully cold at that time of the
year. Instead, he'd planned on cleaning himself in the shower he knew his
mother would make him take as soon as he got home. He hadn't thought he'd
be taking a shower with someone else, though. Oh, well.

It was quite a mess. With the water on it now, it had changed into a kind
of goo that turned into small, sticky balls of gunk that stuck in his hair
and on his skin when he tried to wash them off. He finally leaned out of
the shower and grabbed a fine-toothed comb to try and comb the pieces from
out of his pubes.

"What ya doin'?"

"Tell you later." David didn't want to yell out the explanation, not when
he didn't know if his parents might be passing through in the hallway
outside. He'd rather not explain it at all, but he figured he had to say
something after Jeff had seen him scrubbing away at his crotch.

Most of the shower, he managed to avoid looking much at Jeff. One time,
though, just after he had finished rinsing out his hair, he was a little
worried to find himself staring at Jeff's neck and remembering how he had
licked it the night before. Quickly he looked away, and then deliberately
rubbed a bit of shampoo into his eye so that his eyes would sting and he
wouldn't be able to see too well.

Finally, the shower was over. Each of them grabbed towels, then stepped out
into the hall and down into David's room. David had found that leaving
clean clothes in the bathroom during a shower usually just got them wet, so
he'd taken to leaving his clothes in his room and drying off there. That's
what they'd both done this time.

"So David."

He looked up from toweling off his hair. Jeff was sitting on the bed, on
his towel, still naked, still hard. "Yeah?" He was pretty sure he knew what
this was about.

He wasn't wrong. "So what were ya doin' in the shower?"

Mentally, David stumbled around, trying to figure out what to say. Finally
he asked, "Remember last night?"

Jeff's face got a kind of nervous look. "Whadda ya mean?"

"When you rubbed yourself off against me."

Jeff's face turned a brilliant red. "Ya mean, like you were doing before
you turned over?" David's later thoughts had been right; Jeff hadn't really
been asleep after all.

"Yeah."

"Sure, I remember." Jeff still looked cautious, though less so, as if he
was relieved that David hadn't denied what he'd been doing. Suddenly David
realized that the other boy must have been nervous last night, even though
he hadn't shown it any way that David could see.

"It's okay, you know." That wasn't what David had planned to say. He wasn't
even sure it was true. But seeing how nervous Jeff was, he knew he had to
make him feel better about it.

"What is?"

"Feeling how great it feels when your body does that. Has an orgasm, I
mean. Even making it happen to yourself. You know, masturbation. I mean,
we're not supposed to, but my dad says just about everyone does, even
though we're supposed to develop self-control so that we aren't doing it
all the time."

"Do you still do it?"

"Yeah." He blushed. "That's what happened last night. Right after you went
off, it set me off as well. I got cum in my pubes--cum, that's semen, the
stuff that makes babies, when you get old enough--and it all dried
there. Was pretty awful this morning, I can tell you." He grinned at Jeff,
who tentatively grinned back. "So I was scrubbing if off in the shower just
now."

"So you had an orgasm too last night?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." Jeff hesitated, then went on. "That was my first time. I mean, I'd
rubbed on things before. My mom got me this pamphlet, ya know, about
puberty and stuff. Sometimes when I'm home by myself I, ya know," he
blushed and looked away, "I go around naked. Just to see what it feels
like. And I rub it too, sometimes." He paused. "But it never felt that good
before."

A sound from downstairs startled them both. Realizing they were both still
naked, they grabbed at their clothes. They relaxed again a minute later
when they didn't hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but the reminder was
enough to stop the conversation and get them started getting dressed.

They wound up playing video games and watching TV that afternoon. Then that
evening, Jeff begged to stay overnight again, saying that he could go to
church with David's family in the morning and go back home with his mother
afterwards. She laughed and agreed, and brought over a change of church
clothes. Then she went off with David's parents for some kind of dinner or
social evening, David thought with some of the other adults from church.

Before they left, while Jeff was talking to his mom, David's dad had taken
him aside to talk for a minute. It was a weird conversation.

"David," his dad said. "I'm pleased with the way you've taken Jeff under
your wing." David nodded. "Taken him under your wing" was one of those
phrases adults used, that kids would never use. Still, he supposed it was
true.

"This morning, I got to thinking. You know, he's about the age you were
when I had a talk with you about wet dreams and puberty, and how your body
was changing." He took a deep breath. "I'm talking to you about this
because I know that a lot of times, young men your age and his aren't
terribly open about talking about these things with adults. I know his
mother's given him some material to read, but I doubt he would go to her
with any questions he might have." David shuddered. He wouldn't want to
talk about that kind of stuff with his mom either.

"And so it seems to me very likely that you're the one he'll go to if he
has any questions about all of that." He paused. "He likes you, he admires
you, you're close to his age. A lot less scary than talking to an adult
about it. I guess I'm asking that if the chance comes up, you reassure him
that he's normal, answer his questions as best you can, and come to me if
he has some questions you can't answer."

Oh, Dad, he thought, you don't even know.

"Especially, don't take advantage of him in any way." Here, there was a
glint of something else from his dad, and David wondered for an uneasy
minute if he did know something about what had happened between them after
all. "Remember how much he looks up to you. I guess you could get him to do
pretty much any dumb thing.

"Don't do it. Be a good friend. Be a good example. Help him grow up to be
the kind of young man our Father in Heaven would want him to be. That's all
I'm asking." And then he turned and walked back into the other room.

################################################

"What should we do now?"

It was 7:00. The adults had all been gone for a half hour. They had three
more hours before David's parents got home--by which time they were
supposed to be in bed, with the lights out, and clothes laid out for Sunday
morning.

"Dunno. What do you wanna do?"

Jeff grinned. "I wanna talk some more about what we were talking about
earlier."

"You mean like last night?"

"Yeah. And sex and stuff."

Jeff sure wasn't shy around him anymore.

"What do you know?"

So David got to listen to a sixth grader's half-informed knowledge about
sex, masturbation, pregnancy, puberty, and sexually transmitted
diseases. It was a hodgepodge of accurate information, rumors, and
downright untruths. Of course, when David started trying to set Jeff
straight, the other boy got stubborn, asking "How do you know? You're just
a kid like me!" David was starting to get frustrated.

"No, it's NOT true that if you shake hands with a girl after masturbating
you can get her pregnant! Even if it is gross." Then he stopped, seeing a
gleam in the other boy's eye. "You're just making this up, aren't you?"

"You're pretty easy to tease when you start all acting like a big brother."

Both boys were sitting in their briefs by this time, about a foot apart on
the bed, each leaning against the wall. David had a hardon, of course--they
were talking about sex, after all--and it looked like Jeff did too.

"David?"

"Yeah?"

"I really--" The other boy swallowed, then started again. "That was really
great, last night."

"Yeah."

"I don't just mean the--the orgasm. Just lying down next to you. That
was--really great."

David swallowed. "Yeah. For me too," he whispered.

"Could we--I mean, it's another hour and a half before your folks get
home..."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Could we just, like, you know..."

"Like we were last night?"

"Yeah. But maybe, you know, just skin this time."

"Okay."

Earlier that day, on the way back from the overnighter, David had decided
he was gonna do the right thing and not do any more sex stuff with
Jeff. For Jeff, he knew, the whole thing was kind of fun, and new, and
vaguely naughty, but not really something that bad. But David was older,
and knew better. He was a priesthood holder.

All through the day, his resolve had wavered, going first one way and then
the other. Then finally, just before his parents and Jeff's mom had left,
the other boy had grinned at him. Suddenly David was really, really horny,
and he knew he's do whatever Jeff wanted to do that night. He'd worry about
it tomorrow.

David got up and turned off the light, flipping the nightlight on. Then he
gulped, pulled down his briefs, and dropped them on the floor. Meanwhile,
Jeff was squirming out of his briefs as well.

David pulled down his bed covers and got inside. A minute later, Jeff got
in beside him. He turned on his side and scooted backwards toward David,
but encountered a long, stiff object poking out a few inches from David.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," Jeff snickered. "I didn't mean to break it."

"Ha ha, very funny. See how you like it." David eased up against Jeff's
back, taking care to angle his hardon so that it lay flat between them
instead of getting bent again. Then he reached around to the other side of
Jeff, holding his hand flat, and pulled it back suddenly toward himself, so
that it hit the end of Jeff's hardon.

"Ow!"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

Both of them were giggling by this time. David, almost without thinking
about it, wrapped his hand around Jeff's hardon and rubbed up and down, not
like he was jerking it off, but more like he was stroking it to make it
feel better.

"Oh. Oh! That feels really, really--" Jeff drew in a breath, "wow!"

"Yeah, it does." Still, despite Jeff's evident approval, David pulled his
hand away.

"Huh?"

"Let's just lie here for a while, like we did last night."

"Okay."

Jeff settled back against David, and David's arm curled up against Jeff's
chest the way it had the night before.

It was nice for about two minutes. Then Jeff started squirming.

"Ya know, this was pretty good last night. But tonight, I'm feeling all,
really, ya know--"

"Horny."

"Yeah. Horny." He paused. "Ya know, it was a lot better last night once I
got to rub against something as well." He paused.

"What do you want to do?"

"This." The other boy sat up with sudden decision, pushing David from his
side onto his back. Then he lay back down on top of him, so that his body
was pressing down on top of David's all the way down. Experimentally, he
thrust slightly.

It was wonderful. David's hardon and Jeff's hardon were tucked right next
to each other, and slid against each other when either boy moved. Jeff's
body was heavy, but in a weird way the weight just made it feel
better. David's body started to feel like it was glowing again.

"This is really, really nice," Jeff said as he thrust again. David muttered
his agreement.

"I was awake last night, ya know, when you licked me," Jeff whispered. "I
thought it was really weird. But I also thought it was really sexy." He
giggled as he said the word. "Wanna know how it feels?" And then Jeff
licked him on the chest, right up near his collarbone.

David gasped. For a minute, it felt almost like hot wax had been dripped on
his skin, except it didn't hurt. Then it just felt cool and wet. He could
feel his nipple on that side getting stiffer.

Meanwhile Jeff had started thrusting himself more regularly against David,
pushing his hardon into David's stomach. It was great. Both boys
gasped. After a minute, though, that started to get frustrating too, partly
for Jeff but especially for David, who wasn't getting much pressure against
his hardon. He decided to do something about it.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna learn how to masturbate?"

"Ya mean that's not what we've been doing?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Right. Then first get up."

The other boy got up, followed by David. It was only now that the older boy
realized just how uncomfortable Jeff's weight had started to get. He took a
couple of long, deep breaths.

"Light back on, I think."

David turned on the light. Then he sat on the bed, scooting back about a
foot from the edge, with his legs spread wide. He had Jeff sit in front of
him, between his legs. Then he reached around and wrapped one hand around
the other boy's hardon. Jeff gasped, while David grinned to himself.

He moved his hand slowly up and down Jeff's hardon. He gasped again, a kind
of high-pitched sound. Then, when David started to do it again, Jeff
squeaked, "No!" and grabbed hold of David's hand.

David paused. What had gone wrong? It seemed like the other boy was
enjoying it...

"Hurts!" the other boy said then. "My helmet, ya know. On my dick."

"Your foreskin."

"Yeah. You pulled it back too quick."

David removed his hand, then took a couple of minutes experimenting with
Jeff's cock. He found that if he jerked the way he normally did his own, it
was too easy for him to make it hurt without realizing it, but if he curled
his fingers just under the head of the penis and slowly pulled back just
right, the head of the penis would be exposed and would feel really great.

So that was the way he masturbated him, using slow, careful motions, up and
down near the head of Jeff's hardon, but still bringing him quickly to the
point of orgasm. As he stroked, Jeff let out a set of little, high-pitched
whines that David thought were really cute. Holding him there between his
legs, with one arm wrapped around from one side holding onto Jeff's hardon
and the other arm wrapped around from the other side stroking Jeff's chest,
and with his own naked hardon pressed against Jeff's back, David felt a
surge of affection come over him again for the younger boy.

Jeff's orgasm came soon after that. He let out another small sound, this
one even higher pitched, and stiffened in David's arms. David stopped
moving his fingers as Jeff's hardon twitched several times, slowly
diminishing in intensity. Then David let go of Jeff's penis--not hard
anymore--wrapped Jeff in a proper two-armed hug from behind, and to his own
surprise started kissing Jeff's shoulder. Jeff nuzzled backward and wrapped
his own arms around David's, clearly enjoying the hug.

Finally Jeff wiggled, signaling that he wanted free. David unwrapped his
arms, a little reluctantly, then stood and stretched. His hardon, freed
from where it had happily been resting between the two boys, sprang out
stiff again.

"Almost another hour before your folks get home. What do we wanna do?"

David grunted. He was still horny, and he was starting to get tired. He
wasn't sure he was up to another hour of trying to keep up with whatever
the younger boy wanted to do.

"What does it look like when the sperm comes out?"

David looked at him. "Wanna see?" The way he was feeling, he'd take any
chance to take care of his hardon.

"Yeah!" No hesitation. It struck David that this was a solution to his own
horniness and Jeff's hyper-energy levels both.

Jeff got the idea almost as quickly as David. "I'll do you. Just lie back
on the bed, and tell me if I'm doing it right."

It felt really weird to have another boy's hand on his hardon, especially
since Jeff didn't really know the standard way that David
masturbated. Instead, he used a method a little bit like what David had
done with him, except that without the foreskin, he had to pull up and down
on the skin just under the head and on the head of the penis itself. A
couple of times, David had to tell him to take it easy on the head, because
it was too sensitive.

It was even weirder because lying down, David could't really see what was
happening with Jeff's hands and his hardon, so everything came as a
constant surprise. Soon he had reached his own climax, with Jeff aiming his
hardon so that it shot the sperm onto David's belly. It was intense.

They used some towels to wipe up the mess. Then David felt the
disappointment and sadness start to set in, as it usually did. He pulled on
his briefs and lay down again.

"David? You okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, not stirring from where he was lying.

"Because you haven't said anything, and you're all curled up in a ball all
of a sudden."

David rolled over and looked at Jeff, who had a concerned expression on his
face. "It's just, sometimes... Well, after I orgasm, sometimes I get kind
of, you know, down."

"Down?"

"Like I'm not really a very good person. Like I'm a re- really, awful..."
He couldn't keep on talking. He'd never tried to explain these feelings
before, not while he was having them. Hearing himself saying it just made
it feel worse. He could feel his throat starting to choke up, and closed
his eyes to try to stop the tears that he could feel just waiting to
collect.

"You're not awful," Jeff said quietly. "You're one of the best people I
know." David just shook his head. What he'd done with Jeff--it was even
worse because Jeff thought he was good, even after the perverted stuff he'd
done with him. And now he'd made Jeff perverted too. A trickle of liquid
starting running down his cheek from his closed eyes.

In the back of his mind, the part of him that was rational knew that he was
overreacting. Sure, his dad wouldn't be happy if he caught him doing this,
but he was pretty sure he'd just talk to them both and encourage them to do
better in the future. Right then, though, he simply couldn't think about
that.

"Ya didn't do this last night, did you?" Jeff suddenly asked. David shook
his head. "Why not?"

"Don't know. It happens. Usually not this bad."

There was a moment's pause, and some small bouncing as he felt Jeff moving
on the bed. Then the best thing in the world happened, as he felt Jeff's
arms wrapping around him again, Jeff's skin against his, Jeff holding him
and even kissing him once on the back of his neck.

Slowly, over the next several minutes, David started to relax. Slowly, the
dark feelings went away, warmed by the presence of the other boy. David
stopped crying. It was like magic, like drugs, like--he gasped inside
himself for thinking it--like the warm comfort his dad had told him about
once that came as an answer to prayer.

Soon they were both sleepy, and happy again. They went downstairs for a
final snack, then back up--after a final hug--to their separate beds, David
in his own room and Jeff in the guest bedroom, where to David's parents'
surprise they were both in bed, not asleep but nearly, by the time they
arrived home at 10:15.

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Sunday came early.

As a teacher in the ward, it was David's priesthood responsibility to
prepare the bread and the water before the meeting started, for the
Sacrament that would be passed around to everyone partway through the
meeting. That meant all of them had to get there a few minutes early.

As he was placing the slices of bread into the trays, for a minute his mind
flashed before him a picture of his hand holding not the bread but Jeff's
hard penis. It made him feel vaguely sick. Then he looked up and saw Jeff
sitting in the pews already, wearing his white shirt and tie and dress
slacks. The other boy, seeing him looking at him, grinned back. David's
heart gave a little lurch, and he could feel his penis plumping up a bit.

That night, after everyone had gone to their separate homes from church,
after the Sunday meal and Sunday activities, David's book reading and his
video games and the quiet time they spent together as a family each Sunday
afternoon, David stripped himself naked and masturbated to orgasm, thinking
about the young boy he'd become so attached to so quickly and how badly he
wanted to do things with him again, hold him and cuddle up with him and rub
off with him; how bad it was to want those things, and how much he didn't
care if it was bad just as long as he could keep on having them.


(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.


Other stories I've had posted on Nifty include:

- After School (Gay: Masturbation)

- Borrowed Time (Gay: High School)

- Good Friends (Gay: High School)

- Little Brother (Gay: Incest)

- Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)

- Old Pornographer (Gay: Masturbation)