Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 17:30:24 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter 16 Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Sixteen 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/ +++++++ "Man, this is so easy!" I had to admit, I agreed with my buddy Jon on that point. We were both awake early Saturday morning on our weekend troop campout because of the urge to pee. Now, as any scout will tell you, dealing with peeing when you have morning wood is super-simple when you're out in the woods. You just crawl out of your tent, flip down the front of your underpants, bend your dick down so it's horizontal and cut loose! There's no squatting down and trying to bend your boner so far down so you won't hose down the back of the toilet or worse yet, the wall behind it. Out in the woods, you basically just aim it at the bushes and relieve yourself. Once you're sure that the piss stream won't hit your own face, you can let go of your dick and hose down the bushes like a fireman extinguishing a house fire. As it was, that's exactly what Jon and I were doing as we stood side by side a few feet from our tent. It was first light and way too early to start a fire for breakfast, so we opted to crawl back into our tent and lay in for a few minutes. Of course, we had the "problem" of our half-hard boy dicks, but we were soon making quick work of that. As we lay side by side on our sleeping bags, our hands just naturally moved to feel up each other's underpants bulges. We were quiet about it because the next nearest tent was only about twenty five feet away. We pulled down our briefs and started to bare-hand each other's boners without the usual, "Want it skin to skin?" There was something so liberating about being out in the wilderness, pleasuring a best friend's boner. The stroking went on for a few minutes and Jon changed position. I opened my eyes to see him lower his mouth to my hairless stiffy and begin giving me oral. It was heaven. Jon provided me with just the right amount of gentle suction with his lips ringed snug around my stiff little shaft. I could feel his tongue flicking over my sensitive acorn-head as he held it inside my mouth. "Aww FUCK ya." Was my mumbled comment about what Jon was doing on me. It was amazing to feel something being done on my peen but it was inside his mouth and I couldn't see it happening. I could only feel it. Just as the pressure in my boy sex muscles was starting to build to the point of no return, Jon came up for air from my dick with a "pop." "Not so fast, buddy. Now you do mine." Was his command, spoken in a low voice. I scrunched down on my sleeping bag to intercept his rock-hard boner with my mouth. I could taste some pee as I began working him inside my mouth, but I didn't care. He tasted good to me. It was that musky-sweet boy flavor that I'd become used to. I bobbed up and down on it, jerking him off with my lips. When I started tongue-flicking his mushroom dick head inside my mouth while sucking him, Jon went for it and started his pelvic thrusts. He was fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I sucked harder and fluttered my tongue against his pee hole and that's what took him over the edge of the boy-climax cliff. "Gonna shoot!" Jon warned me with a certain urgency, so I quickly popped off his boner just as the first spurt of his jit was erupting up his tube. I tasted some on my lip as I watched him make a puddle of it on his chest. It tasted funny but not so bad, like a combination of baking soda and... was that Nehi orange soda? He reached for my crusty sock I'd used to wipe him off last night and cleaned the creamy white boy-nectar from his skin. He paused to catch his breath for a few seconds, then gave me his assessment of the oral I'd just provided him... "GAWD that was good!" I suppose I was beaming with pride over his 5 star review of my blowjob. Weird I know, but that's the way it felt for some reason. I didn't have to ask, and Jon quickly went back down on me to return the favor. He was working my stiff little peen inside his mouth with such urgency it felt to me like it was caught in a washing machine! My eyes were rolling back in my head as he sucked me like a baby goat on his mama's teat. It couldn't have been a minute and I was so ready! "Gonna get it!" I'd said it too loud, but I guess nobody had heard. "Jon!" Was my hissed warning, because he was still sucking me! "Um hmm." Was his answer that he kind of hummed around my stiff little dick inside his mouth. He didn't stop, and he reached to grab onto my hip with his hand so I couldn't pull out. He just kept on sucking until I couldn't hold back any longer. His mouth worked me over really hard as my boy-sex muscles peaked and began the most amazing, intense climax of my life, with my boner twitching it off INSIDE my best friend's mouth! I thrusted deep and held it against the roof of his mouth. He was kind of humming his approval as I climaxed... "um-hmm... um-hmm..." It was only a dry boy-gasm, but this was an important milestone for us. There was something quite trusting about a buddy who kept your dick inside his mouth while you popped off. That was a special moment between boner-budds, especially ones who weren't quite sure about our sexuality like us. Of course, Jon didn't feel the need to beg me not to tell anyone that he'd done it. We already had that understanding between us about all our private boy-sex messing-around activities. Besides, there were those first two Scout Laws... "A scout is trustworthy and loyal..." Those two laws were a big deal among boys who jerked each other off and traded blowjobs, even though it wasn't explained quite that way in the scout handbook.