Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2023 15:00:33 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter 17 Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Seventeen 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/ +++++++ The smell of something cooking on a campfire woke me up. I looked over and realized that I was alone in the tent. I pulled back the flap and Jon had a fire going in the clearing near our tent and I could see that a couple of guys from our patrol also had a fire going down the path from us. "How come you didn't wake me up?" I asked him as I watched him adjusting something in the coals. "How come I didn't wake you up? I tried, dumb-ass but you looked like you were needing your beauty sleep. Well... you did get quite a workout last night." I saw him smile to himself as he adjusted the foil wrapper in the coals. It was our breakfast of Vienna sausages from a can, wrapped in foil and heated in the coals of the campfire. We'd have that, some hardboiled eggs and an orange soda. That stuff always tasted better than it sounded because it was cooked on a campfire, plus there wasn't anything else for breakfast unless you wanted Pop Tarts. I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt and crawled out of the tent. Soon, we were sitting on a log, munching down on our breakfast and throwing stuff into the fire. We talked about what we'd do for our free time in the afternoon. We agreed on a hike to collect and identify leaves, hopefully not poison ivy. It was one of the requirements to make First Class rank. We were always doing stuff like that in scouts. The rest of the time, we would participate in troop activities. The plan was for the troop to police the woods and trails for trash. We were always looking to leave a place better than we found it and this state park land was no exception. After all, scouts wasn't just naked swims in the lake and sleeping bag feelups 'n stuff. After our troop activities Jon and I packed our haversacks with canteens of water, some snacks and a book to identify leaves and we set off down the trail. It was a warm, sunny, breezy day... Perfect for a long hike. We stopped along the way to collect leaves and place them in the book between the pages identifying each one. We'd been hiking about an hour and Jon called for a break. We sat on a bed of pine needles alongside the trail and munched some beef jerky and peanut butter crackers. The conversation wandered until we finally were trading opinions about which girls in our grade had the biggest tits. As some scouts will do, we were soon rubbing each other's erections through our shorts as we sat side by side. "Want it skin to skin?" Jon didn't wait for my answer and reached over to undo my shorts and access my stiffy. "What if somebody comes?" I was forever worried about being caught, literally with our pants down. "Have we seen anyone in the last hour? Besides, if someone is coming we'll hear them tromping through the leaves long before they see us." It seemed logical, so I leaned back while he took out my dick and started jerking me off. As he pleasured me, I reached over and undid Jon's shorts and took out his big cock to stroke it. We sat there quietly beside the trail for a few minutes giving each other a hand, when Jon suddenly released me from his grip and stood up in front of me. As he pulled down his shorts and white briefs, he looked down and said, "Blow me." Well, this was different. I considered this sudden change in dynamics of our friendship but I didn't have long to think. Jon pressed the mushroom head of his erect penis against my lips and was wiping it back and forth across them, smearing some wetness on me as he pressed the urgency of his need. I looked down the trail to be sure we were still alone, then opened my mouth to receive him inside. I savored his musky-sweet boy flavors as I washed the head of his penis with my spit inside my mouth. I ringed my lips around the stiff shaft, provided my best friend with gentle suction, and then began bobbing my mouth up and down on that big dick. I became aware of the sounds of birds chirping in the distance, the warm spring breezes rustling the leaves up in the trees, and Jon's satisfied little grunts as he began fucking my mouth like it was his pussy to use. I was giving him tongue-flicks against the leaking peehole as it thrust inside my mouth, really getting into the act of blowing Jon, when his warning came. "Gonna shoot!" Maybe it was spring fever, or the remoteness of the place we'd chosen to mess around, or my familiarity of the taste and texture of my friend's stiff dick inside my mouth, but at that moment I chose not to pull off. He gave me a frantic final warning as I sucked away on him. "Gettin' it!" I kept him in my mouth. There was no turning back. Jon gave a mighty grunt and I felt his penis swell and stiffen even more. I tasted the jets of his thick, white boy-nectar emptying into my mouth. He was thrusting. I was swallowing. I fed on the semen from his clenching young loins almost as fast as Jon could ejaculate it. It felt strange and new and his jit tasted of baking soda and beef jerky. And, I liked it. Even though I had been "ordered" to blow him, I was controlling the moment and intensity of my best friend's climax, and where his load of jit would end up... inside my belly. The twitching of his boy-boner finally subsided. I could feel him begin to soften inside my mouth, but I continued gently sucking until he became so sensitive he had to pull out with a "plop." Jon sat back down beside me. I looked down at his deflating penis, flushed red and glistening with my spit as it finally rested softly against his wispy pube hairs. He looked over at me and he had a befuddled look on his face. "You took my load and ate it?" "Seemed like the thing to do." "Oh, Really, dumb-ass?" "Yeah, homo." "Really? The kid who just swallowed a load of jit is calling someone a homo?" The discussion was over. I gave him my answer by standing in front of him, pulling down my shorts and underpants and thrusting my little boner at his face. I looked down at him with a smirk. "Blow me." He looked at my little peen, steely-hard and pointing straight up to the tree tops above us. He reached up, took me in his fingers to bend it down, leered at me and said, "Okay, I guess that's the deal." Then he opened his mouth and took my boy boner inside to begin sucking me. He worked me over good. There was that "washing machine" effect again around my stiffy that he did so well. He ringed his lips around my little shaft then sucked and bobbed on it until the pressure in my loins was unbearable. I warned him that it was coming. "Gonna pop." Jon ignored my warning just like I did for him and kept giving me the blowjob. I didn't say any more. My boy-sex muscles clenched down hard and my stiff weenie did its dance in his mouth, with me weak-kneed trying to keep my balance. It was glorious. I looked down the trail. Nobody was coming... except me. Jon 'n I sat for a few minutes, our shorts now pulled up. Enjoying the warm, sunny afternoon in the spring of our lives. When we were finally ready, we stood up and headed off down the trail, looking for more leaves that we'd need for our First Class scout badge... just like nothing had happened. When I'd kept his dick in my mouth after his warning and swallowed his load, Jon had acted shocked that I'd done it, even a little grossed out when he saw that I hadn't needed to spit it out. But every time I gave him a blowjob after that, he expected it. I was okay with that. I did it for him many, many times as well as several other messing-around buddies I had over the next few years. It was always the same. At first they were shocked, but every time I sucked them afterward, they expected me to feed from their twitching boners like a hungry cumVampire. I don't know how many loads I swallowed by the time they all got girlfriends and my boy jit supply had literally dried up. It was a lot because they were some horny, spunky guys and I'd blow them often. There was one friend I sucked off almost every day after school for two years. It was likely a pint or more of semen in total from all of them. Can you imagine? Yeah, me neither.