Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2023 15:40:12 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter Twelve Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Twelve 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. My name is Zane. If you want to get in touch, please email me at wantstrat63@yahoo.com If you are enjoying this series, I invite you to read my other works that have been published in Nifty. For an easy way to find those stories, go to the Nifty home page and type WANTSTRAT into the search bar. 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/ +++++++ "You know what this is?" Asked my buddy Jon. I looked around inside the partly finished house that we'd been exploring in our subdivision, then answered. "Yeah, it's a half-assed house, you dumb-ass!" We both had a good laugh about that and traded punches to each other's biceps. "No, seriously Zane. This is the same kind of house as yours, only before the walls are nailed up. And where we are standing is your bedroom, only some kid hasn't stroked his weenie in it yet." I looked around at all the bare studs that had yet to be sheet rocked and now I could see it. There was the wide opening that would get the folding doors and become a closet, and there was the doorway. I stepped over to look out one of the two window openings, looked down, and there was the place where an "L" shaped driveway would be. "I bet you've already been jerking off in here, you horn-dog. You just don't want to admit it!" (It wasn't much of a jab, but we both still had a good laugh over it). "No, YOU did!" Jon grinned at me as he said it. "No, YOU did!" Was my lame comeback. "No YOU did, boner-boy!" For emphasis, Jon reached over and groped the front of my madras shorts, making my little peen snap to full attention before I could even think about it. I reached over to grab the bulge in front of Jon's shorts and he already had his boner. In a flash, we both went from silly and joking to quiet and serious, feeling each other up in our Bermuda shorts. "I dunno, somebody might see us in here." Was my worried remark as I felt up the outline of the tip of Jon's stiffy through his shorts. "No, Dumb-ass, the whole outside of the house is closed in with plywood. Only way somebody will see us if we sit up on the sill of one of those window openings and dangle our feet outside while we feel each other up." I'd sort of heard what Jon had said, but I was more focused in on how it was making me feel as he rubbed the front of my tented shorts. We got quiet as we stood facing each other, looking down at each other's boy bulges and rubbing each other. It seemed weird to talk to a messing-around buddy while doing the deed. We mostly kept our talking to the occasional short sentence like, "Faster," and "Now you do mine," and "Gonna shoot." The other unwritten rule between us was to avoid eye contact while messing around. It was kind of creepy and homo to do that and believe it or not, none of us was admitting to being homo. (I know, that was kind of pea-brained, but that's the way it was). We'd stood together rubbing through our shorts for a few minutes, when the moment had finally arrived. "Want it skin to skin?" Jon questioned in a low voice. I didn't need to think about it or say anything. I undid the button on Jon's shorts and pulled down the zipper, then I slid his shorts and white briefs down his smooth legs to his knees. His big dick flipped up from the waistband of his underpants as I pulled them down, then slapped against his smooth, tight lower belly. It kind of hung there, pointing up to the unfinished rafters overhead. As I rubbed the head of his boner between my fingers, Jon was pulling down my shorts and underpants as well. He'd told me before, that it was always better for the buddy to pull down your pants than doing it yourself, and he was right. In a boy version of sexual foreplay, we didn't start jerking each other off right away. Instead, we handled each other's engorged genitals. Hefted them. Felt the shape and stiffness. Reached down and cupped the balls. Holy crap, we were both really hard! Jon took the shaft of my stiff weenie in his fingers and started giving me what I liked so much. I did the same for him, stroking him in my hand and giving him good feels as I stared at the stud and plywood wall behind him. I guess we jerked like that for several minutes. Finally, Jon surprised me a bit with something new. He stepped closer to me and... Oh! Well now, this was something new and different! He'd positioned his boner underneath mine, pressed them together and started stroking them both together! I didn't know what to do with my hands. All I was sure of, was that this felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and I could feel the shape of his big stiffy pressing up against the underside of my little erection and I loved the way his hand felt as he stroked us together. This went on for... well, it hadn't been long enough. Still with my eyes closed, I felt him doing something else. He'd let our dicks spring to their normal excited position, which was pointing straight up. Then he'd moved closer to me until I could feel his pubic hairs brush against my bald pubic mound. Our boners were side by side now and our naked pelvises were pressed together. Jon started to move against me and I opened my eyes to look down. He was thrusting his hips with our boners squished between our bodies, it felt kind of strange and really nice. He pushed his body hard against mine while he was grinding our boy boners together. I guess it was the first time of my life that I'd felt someone's body against mine like that, so I asked the question. "What are you doing?" "Don't worry Zane, messing-around buddies do this all the time. It's like practice for when we get girlfriends. It gets you used to the motion and helps you keep from shooting too fast with a girl." He kept thrusting his stiffness against mine as he went on to explain. "Girls take longer to get the feeling, so you have to practice how to make it last. It's not a race you know." Now I was puzzled. "But... Girls shoot cum too?" "No dumb-ass!" Jon kept thrusting against me as he elaborated. "They get the feeling sort of like we do, only different. It feels good inside their cunts and they get all twitchy, but nothing comes out." I was aware of a growing feeling of urgency in my young loins as Jon was rubbing against me. It made me want to thrust my pelvis as well! I had thoughts of how it would look to the workmen if they walked into the house to build some stuff and caught two boys with their pants pulled down, standing here and humping stiff dicks together. I was already forgetting about that scenario because my erection was taking over. I thrust my weenie hard against Jon's big dick and held it against his body and got my dry boy-gasm! It was startling that this was happening without a hand rubbing my dick! I got kind of weak in the knees at that moment, so I put my arms around Jon to steady myself as my boy sex muscles finished up making me feel good. "That's homo to do that buddy!" "Wha... what?" I came out of my post boy-gasm reverie at his terse words. Apparently I'd violated one of the unwritten rules between messing around buddies. "Don't put your arms around and hug me while we're messing around," he admonished. I was immediately on the defensive. "But, guys hug when they hit a home run or score a touchdown on the football field! They do it on TV, so that can't be homo." I could tell Jon was already annoyed because I'd gotten the feeling before him. But I didn't walk away from him and pull up my pants. Instead, I pushed out my groin against his and let him keep rubbing himself on me. He finally elaborated as he thrust his boner against me. "Its okay when guys are playing sports, because when they hug they don't have their dicks out, dumb---ass." He emphasized "dumb" and "ass" with two mighty thrusts against me, then said simply uttered, "Gonna shoot." He turned to the side and bent his dick down as far as it would go. I watched as Jon shot his load out onto the wood plank floor. Each spurt of jit made a little splat sound on the wood. (Later on, when the house had been finished, I wondered if Jon's dried-up jit was still there, sealed forever under the nice hardwood floor in some kid's bedroom). Sorry, that's just the way my mind works. This messing-around encounter between us had been so different. We pulled up pants and left the place without much more being said. I think we both sensed the need to get out in the sunlight and do "regular stuff." Sure, it had been kind of weird for two guys to pull down our underpants and hump on each other, but I had to admit that it felt incredible.