Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2023 17:40:41 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter 18 Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Eighteen 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/ +++++++ "So which girls in our class have you heard will make out?" Talking about girls usually led to boner play, so I didn't have to think very hard about Jon's question. We chatted back and forth in the darkness of our tent about this girl's tits and that girl's butt and who we'd heard would let you feel her up. All that conversation made both our bodies react in the natural way, and we soon were massaging each other's underpants bulges. I really liked it when Jon would put his hand down inside the front of my briefs to play with my weenie and on this night he didn't disappoint. I obliged by slipping my hand under his underpants waistband, then sliding down inside to feel up his wispy pube patch and handle his boner the way he liked it done. It felt so warm, moist and stiff down inside the front of his white briefs. By the time we were debating which girls we'd like to fuck, we had pulled each other's boners out of our briefs and were jerking each other off at a feverish pace. It felt good to be able to do all that without even a word to each other about it. Talking about girls to your buddy while you jerked him off was one way of dealing with the confusion of whether or not you liked boys, (if you were indeed questioning that and I forever was). Soon, the conversation waned and we were both concentrating on giving a hand with taking care of each other's needs as many a scout has done on a Saturday night. I could feel Jon's big dick begin to swell in my hand as I was jerking him and I knew it wouldn't be long. "Gonna shoot." His warning came in a low voice in the darkness and I started jerking him in high gear, pointing the mushroom head of his boner so his squirts of jit would shoot out over his belly. He gave a little grunt and I felt his dick swelling with each of his pleasure spasms. I loved making him feel so good... knowing that what I was doing on him helped him out that way. As his boy-gasm subsided, I slowed down on his sensitive boner, finally letting him go. I lay alongside him, listening to him clean himself in the dark. When he finished, Jon reached for my stiffy and resumed taking care of me. Oh, how it felt so good for some reason! Maybe it was because it was totally dark as he was jerking me. I could have imagined that it was any girl from school that I wanted next to me, quietly jerking me off in the dark. But I didn't. I thought about it being Jon and I was okay with that. Jon was so good at getting me off and I could feel the pressure building in my boy sex-muscles. I tried to resist the inevitable but it was a losing battle so I gave him my warning "Gonna cum." "C'mon buddy... get it." Jon's words of encouragement always seemed to get me to do precisely that. My body stiffened, my boner swelled in his fingers, I gave a low growl and the pleasure-twitches started up. Wait, there was something different! Had I just peed in Jon's hand as he finished me off? I felt some wetness just below my belly button. Jon sensed it too and he whispered, "Buddy, did you just shoot your jit?" "I don't know... it felt different this time." I felt down there and my fingers felt wetness. Jon reached for his flashlight and switched it on. There, under the spotlight was my deflating, hairless peen, with a drizzle of clear, syrupy fluid still leaking out of the peehole. There was a little puddle of the stuff on my smooth belly and Jon had some on his hand. There was no denying what had just happened. I'd just shot my first load of thin, clear boy-fluid! I felt pride in the moment. I was shooting jit just like the big guys! (Well, sort of). "Eww, some got on my hand!" Jon's fake disgust was obvious by his big grin in the light reflecting off my jazzed-up belly. He reached to wipe his hand on my cheek and I didn't stop him. I wore it proudly. "Well I told you I was about to get it." I was true with that remark, but admittedly it was the first time anything had shot out of my dick. This changed everything. I'd no longer be able to take care of my spontaneous boners by just reaching down inside the front of my underpants and rubbing one out. Unless I took evasive action, there would now be consequences to my bouts of quickie boy self-love in the form of an incriminating wet spot in the front of my briefs. Ah, the things we had to deal with when we started to grow up! Those little spurts of clear boy-nectar made me so happy for some reason. It was the perfect climax to the last night of our scout camp out. When we got up the next morning and rolled up our tent and started a fire for breakfast, I definitely felt different. Now, I finally knew it wouldn't be long before I reached my next big milestone... Pube hairs and a respectable sized dick instead of a boy-peen. Yup, only a matter of time.