Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2023 19:09:48 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter 15 Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Fifteen 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/ +++++++ "This is going to be so great." Jon announced, as we finished getting our tent set up and our sleeping bags unrolled. To a bystander, his statement would've meant that he liked camping in the outdoors with our scout troop. But I knew better. I knew that he meant our two man tent would give us the ideal place to enjoy a night of boner-play in the woods without worries of parents looking in on us. Yes, we'd get a lot of experience out in the wilderness and likely violate several scout laws in the process. Jon had recently introduced me to the pleasures of oral boy-sex and I was aching for more. The troop would travel to a campsite on Friday evening, stay over two nights and get picked up early Sunday afternoon. On Friday there was just enough time to pitch our tents, then participate in a troop campfire and roast some weenies, then off to bed. It was late spring, so we didn't need to cover up in our sleeping bags or burn our Coleman lantern all night to heat the tent. Jon and I crawled into the tent, blew up our air mattresses and stripped down to our white briefs. We lay there in the dark, talking about our plans for Saturday. The conversation wandered until we started talking about girls in our class who were starting to get tits and which of them were known to make out. Of course I got my boner just thinking about it. I heard movement in the dark and felt Jon's hand on my hip. He felt the front of my underpants and said, "You're all hard. Me too." At that, he lifted the front of the waistband of my briefs and slipped his hand down inside, fondling my boner and reaching down deep to cup my hairless marble sac in his palm. I enjoyed it when Jon messed with me that way. There was nothing quite like the sensation of having your buddy's hand down inside the front of your underpants, groping around inside and handling you in ways that only another boy would know to do. I was thrusting my steely hard dick into his hand, humping away and really getting into it when he pulled his hand out and said, "Now you do mine." I reached over and felt the front of Jon's tented briefs. I stroked his bulge through the layer of cotton, rubbing it and moving it around. He quickly got a wet spot in the white material from the precum leaking from his peehole. I rubbed up and down a bit more, then slipped my hand down inside the front of his underpants, took the stiff shaft in my fingers, then began stroking him right inside his tighty whities. It wasn't long before Jon slipped off his briefs, giving me full access to his engorged genitals. He reached over and helped me out of my underpants as well. I felt him sit up next to me, then he leaned over and took my stiffy into his mouth. It was a struggle for me to keep from finishing as soon as I felt the intense stimulation from his mouth. He sucked, bobbed up and down on it and tongue-flicked the acorn-tip. He made so much sloppy noise on my dick while he was blowing me, I worried that guys in nearby tents might hear us going at it. I was starting to thrust my stiff weenie into his mouth when Jon suddenly popped off me and said in a low voice, "Now you." I sat up and bent over him, taking his big boner in my hand and lowering my mouth over it just like nature intended. I gently manipulated his loose balls in my hand while I bobbed my mouth up and down his stiff shaft, taking care not to give him any teeth. I'd learned by Jon's example, so I paused jerking him off with my lips and just held the mushroom head inside my mouth while flicking the tip with my tongue. I could taste his precum flowing from the pee hole and it wasn't disagreeable, so I continued slathering my tongue around his mushroom inside my mouth while handling his balls. It couldn't have been two minutes when in a low voice he said, "Gonna shoot." I popped his boner from my mouth and not a second later he made a little grunt and his jit shot out over his lower belly. He just lay there, enjoying coming down from his boy-gasm, so I grabbed my sock and wiped him off. I could smell the aroma of his boy-semen in the confines of our tent. My hairless peen was still steely hard, waiting for my best friend's mouth. He didn't disappoint. He took me back in his mouth, locked his lips around my stiff little shaft and sucked away on it, flicking his tongue against my acorn-head as he held it inside his mouth. I'd been almost ready to climax when he resumed sucking on me, so it didn't take long. I gave him my warning, "Gonna get it." Jon popped his mouth off my little weenie and stroked me with his hand until I'd finished my dry boy-gasm in his fingers and I had to grab his hand to make him stop. We lay there, quiet in the afterglow of clandestine boy-sex on a warm, springtime night. I could hear the sound of crickets in the bushes, and off in the darkness I thought I could hear the faint "thwick-thwick-thwick" sound of a scout being jerked off by his tent partner. I mused that with enough guys doing stuff on each other, maybe they should give a merit badge in it. I woke up once in the middle of the night and it had cooled off a bit so Jon was snuggled up behind me with his arm around me. I thought for a moment about the fourth Scout Law... "A scout is friendly." It just felt right. I pulled the sleeping bag over us and drifted off, feeling warm and secure with my best friend spooning me... his dick nestled between my butt cheeks just like a good scout.