Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2023 23:56:17 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter One Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter One Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which features sexual activity between pre-teen boys and teenage boys. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, I'd recommend that you bail out right here. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. If you want to get in touch, please email me at wantstrat63@yahoo.com If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ +++++++ My name is Zane, (because my dad liked to read Zane Grey novels). I was an only child with no siblings to clue me in on kid things. I was quite clueless about lots of stuff, including all things sexual. My first experience with boy-pleasure came quite innocently. I was 8 when it happened in elementary school P.E. class. Our school had a gym with the usual basketball court, mats, etc. There were also three thick climbing ropes that hung down from the steel rafters, about 20 feet up. They were kept tied up and out of the way until one day when our P.E. teacher, Mr. Gertz, lowered down the ropes and had some boys set out the mats underneath. He chose three of the bigger boys to demonstrate climbing techniques to the class. We were shown how to grip the rope with our hands, then wrap it around a leg so we could use our arm and leg strength to climb. After all three boys had a chance to try out their new climbing skills, Mr. Gertz had everyone line up to have a go at it. When it came my turn, I did my best to wrap that rope around my leg, push it between my feet and strong-arm my way up. I didn't make it up all the way to the roof, but I was high enough to realize it was pretty cool to hang there and look at everybody down on the gym floor. Then it happened. As I clung to the rope, a pleasant sensation swept over my young loins like a wave rolling up on the beach. I wasn't erect, nor was I humping my little peen against that thick rope between my legs. I'd experienced getting pesky boy boners now and then, but this wasn't like that. I had a warm, tingling, lovely feeling that seemed to radiate behind my tiny genitals and I didn't want it to stop. Much to my delight, as long as I hung tightly wrapped around that rope and didn't move, "the feeling" continued! I don't know how long I was hanging there, eyes fixed, looking down at the boys below, but it must have been long enough for Mr. Gertz to notice. I was jolted out of my state of euphoria by his voice, calling, "C'mon down, son! The other boys want to climb, too!" It took me a few seconds to move, and no doubt Mr. Gertz was thinking, "Aw crap... I've got another one!" He continued to coax me down, while gently jiggling that rope to get me to move. That caused me to re-position, and as soon as that happened, "the feeling" subsided. It seemed like the end of an amusement park ride, when you are experiencing such excitement and delight, and suddenly it's all over. I slowly climbed back down with the class watching me, and Mr. Gertz kind of smiled, shook his head and patted me on my shoulder, ushering me to the edge of the mat while the next boy started his climb. It had felt so good that I suppose I instinctively knew it was dirty, so I didn't try to explain myself to Mr. Gertz, (though he probably already knew). This was a sensation that radiated from behind my hairless boy-bits, so my pea-brain knew enough to keep what had happened all to myself. Today, I would compare it to the urgent feeling you get in your loins while masturbating for an extended time without allowing an ejaculation, or "edging." We had other rope climbing sessions over the term, and I was delighted to find that "the feeling" came back! Experience taught me not to linger up in the rafters too long, lest I be caught again enjoying my little secret pleasure sessions. We moved when I was 10 and my new school didn't have climbing ropes in the gym. I tried again on the ropes for "the feeling" when I got to high school, but something had changed and climb as I might, I was never able to re-visit my own little pleasure-dome in the rafters of the gym. But I'd figured out at the tender age of 8 that my body had pleasures that I'd have to explore more, (and keep secret). This set the stage for my first "dirty" experience with another boy. I had a friend named Dennis who lived a couple of houses down the street from me. His family seemed wild to me, probably because he had four older brothers ranging all the way up to age 17 or 18, (and Dennis and I were both 10). One of them even drove. There always seemed to be running, shouting and doors banging in Dennis's house. They had an above ground pool back of their house, and I loved how Dennis's brothers would grab us and throw us in the pool until we were totally water logged. Dennis would come over to my house as well. We'd play with my plastic army men and tanks, having epic battles on the tile floor of my bedroom. One time when we were about to play, Dennis had a suggestion. "You be General of blue army and I'll be General of the green." He said. "The General of the side that loses, has to lay down and get spanked on the butt by the winner... but not too hard." For some reason that new change to the rules of battle appealed to me, so I agreed. Our little plastic war commenced and the battle was well fought, but my blue army was defeated. Dennis announced, "Punishment time," and told me to lay face down on the floor with my arms by my sides, right there on our battlefield. Then he kneeled down, straddling my legs and sat down on them, with my feet behind him and my torso before him. His butt was positioned right about on the backs of my knees and his legs held down my arms. He said, "You ready for your punishment, General Zane?" I nodded, not really knowing what to expect. Then Dennis started to carry out the sentence. He was slapping my jeans-clad butt cheeks, but it wasn't like a true spanking. Up until this moment, the only spanking I'd ever received was from my mom or dad, but this was much different. He was paddling my boy butt cheeks like they were bongos, and I guess to what you'd say was a samba-beat! My parents' spankings were always just one or two stern swats to the butt, but this was way different. Dennis continued to play the bongos on my little buns, paddling the back pockets of my Wranglers until it started to feel strangely exciting to me... and it felt really warm in my jeans and between my legs. It triggered something in me, and caused my body to react in a natural way. As Dennis drummed out a Latin beat on my backside, my little peen stiffened beneath me. I suppose that Dennis had learned this pleasant little punishment ritual from one or more of his older brothers, and now he was introducing his army buddy to it. My butt was hot and my ears and face flushed red. As Dennis happily punished me, I rocked back and forth on my little stiffy, squished between my lower belly and that cool tile floor. At that point in my life, I had no idea about why boners sprang up, but I was aware that I got them. This was all strange to me and I knew it was special. I somehow also knew it was a good idea not to tell anyone about what we'd done. Our play sessions together never became sexual, (other than the light S&M we both seemed to enjoy). I'm not sure if Dennis had figured out that he was giving me an erection, or that he'd experienced the same sensation if he'd been getting a paddling from one of his brothers. We never talked about that aspect of our play-punishments. He no doubt noticed that every time we played army men in subsequent weeks, my side always lost. He would happily order me to assume the face-down position and then he'd mount the backs of my legs and paddle away on my blue denim butt bongos! I'd giggle and squirm, but somehow I never got my arms free or escaped from Dennis during our little rituals. Each time he'd happily spank my boy-butt and I'd contentedly rock side to side over my little boner, squished between my bald pubes and the cool, hard, tile floor beneath me.