Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2023 19:54:55 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter 20 Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Twenty 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/ +++++++ "I wonder why the trap door is down... I thought Jon was away on vacation with his family for the week." I thought about all the possibilities but was still baffled when I walked up to the treehouse. I'd been having a case of mid-summer boredom and decided to take a hike in the woods. I was walking stealthily, being quiet as I could so I could spot any small animals along the way. I hadn't expected however, to find Jon's treehouse steps set up and the trap door closed. Maybe he'd come back early and was up there, stroking away over the Swank magazine he kept stashed in the secret hiding place. I thought of him up there, drooling over pictures of ladies' tits while beating his dick like it owed him money. I decided to try and sneak up to surprise him. I padded up to the steps as quietly as I could, timing my movements so whenever a breeze blew through the trees, it covered the sound of my footsteps. I slowly climbed each step until I was up to the closed trap door underneath the treehouse. I gently pushed it a bit with my hand and discovered that it wasn't latched down. I gathered up my strength and pushed hard, opening the door and thrusting my body up through the opening, laughing and shouting, "Gotcha!" Only it wasn't Jon. I looked over and realized that I'd literally caught another boy with his pants down. It was Adam, a blond kid that lived a few houses down from Jon. He was sitting with his back to the wall across from me. I didn't know him that well because he went to private school. His shorts and underpants were in a pile next to him and his legs were spread out wide so I could see everything. He had a little-boy peen like mine, with no hair. He had the Swank magazine open to the centerfold and he was busily stroking his little stiffy between his thumb 'n forefinger, just like Jon had taught me to do mine. He froze in mid-wank, his mouth open in shock as he looked over at me, peeking up through the trap door opening. I could see Adam immediately blushing. He tried to cover his hairless boy-bits with his hands, but I'd caught him, red-handed. "Ha-ha! Adam's beating his meat!" It was the natural response for a guy who caught another boy jerking off. His expression quickly changed from shock to worry as he desperately reached for his shorts and underpants. I was too fast for him and I snatched them away just before he had them. "C'mon man, give 'em! Please don't tell anybody. Jon said I could come up here when I wanted." I thought he might start crying and I relented, handing over his clothes. "I figured Jon must have told you that, otherwise you wouldn't have known about the steps and the secret panel." As I spoke to Adam, I could see that his stiff peen wasn't going down. He looked so cute with no pants on, there in front of me. "Go ahead and finish if you want. We're both guys and everybody does it." He looked sheepishly at me, then down at hairless steely-hard 3 incher and simply gripped it between his fingers and resumed stroking it, right in front of me. I was boned myself just from watching him. I closed the hatch over the trap door and latched it, then moved beside Adam and sat down. "Give it here." I motioned to the Swank magazine. Adam handed it to me as I was opening my pants. He looked at my boner for a second as I began jerking off, then went back to business and jerked his stiff peen some more. I had to build up the courage to ask him the question but I finally uttered it. "I'll do yours if you'll do mine." Adam answered by letting go of his little dick and spreading his legs out further. I could see his boner moving in time with his heartbeat. I took it in my fingers. It was small and very erect, just like mine. It was easy to do him because I gripped him the same way as I did on my boner when I jerked off. Up and down my fingers flew on his little shaft. He looked down at Swank at the lady with the big tits as I jerked him. It seemed so natural for some reason. There were no words... just the "Thwick-thwick-thwick" sound of a stiff little penis being stroked, the chirping birds outside the window and the rustling leaves as the summer breeze blew through the woods. When Adam began thrusting his pelvis in a boy-fuck motion, I slowed down on him, then stopped. I leaned into his naked lap. I could smell his boy-aroma, musky-sweet as my face got near his boy-bits. He didn't say a word. I bent his boner down and licked the acorn-tip. He thrust himself up at me. I opened my mouth. I took him inside. My lips ringed around his stiff 3 inch shaft and I slid down, gently sucking as I went. He tasted good. I began bobbing my mouth up and down on him, almost completely to the tip, then down the stiff shaft so my lips were kissing his bald pubic mound each time I bottomed out on him. As I slowly jerked Adam off with my mouth, he was uttering things in a squeaky voice. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit!" Adam kept saying it as I fellated him. The more I did on him, the faster his utterings were. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down on him. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit!" I could tell Adam was getting close and his boy-sex muscles were about to take over. Performing oral on him was much different that it had been on Jon, because Adam had a small weenie like mine. As he got closer and closer to his climax, I had an idea. I stopped bobbing my lips up and down his stiff shaft and I opened my mouth really wide. I accepted his little boner and hairless boy-marble sac inside my mouth and I just held him like that... a mouthful of boy. I gently tongue-washed his engorged genitals inside my mouth. Adam was uttering words I couldn't understand as I held him inside my mouth. His body felt like it was vibrating. After a minute or so of washing him, I moved my face back a bit and his balls emerged from my mouth with a "pop." Inside my mouth, I cupped his stiff penis from underneath with my tongue. Then I lifted it to the roof of my mouth and held it in place with my tongue. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit!" It seemed like Adam really liked what I'd been doing on him. I had an idea about what he needed next. I could feel his boner stiffen and swell inside my mouth... maybe to 3 and half inches. Still holding his erect peen trapped between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I began rubbing up and down the underside with my tongue... all the while providing him with gentle suction as I worked him. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit! AWW FUCK!!!" I took him over the edge and his boy-sex muscles deep in his young loins did their pleasure-clenches. He struggled, with both hands on the back of my head. I could feel Adam's boner twitching inside my mouth. He was having his boy-gasm, but it wasn't dry because I felt some liquid ejaculate from the tip of his acorn-head. He shot some of his clear boy-nectar in my mouth. I tasted it on my tongue, then swallowed it. Up in that treehouse, the first time I'd ever done anything on Adam, I fed on his jit. He shivered a little when he was done. I tried to continue gently sucking him, but he pulled out of my mouth. I realized that he was having his mood-swing, so I just left him be. I also realized something else. I'd given Adam a hand job, sucked his dick, taken his clear ejaculation in my mouth and eaten it, all with absolutely no reciprocation from him. There was no eye contact and few words spoken as he pulled up his underpants and shorts, then unlatched the door to climb down from our secret boy-sex nest in the trees. As Adam climbed down through the hatch he finally said something. "Thanks." I sat with the Swank lady with the big tits and quietly masturbated alone up in the treehouse, thinking about what had just happened. I ejaculated my thin semen into my free hand, and licked it up and ate it. Then, I put Swank up in the secret compartment, lifted the false wall over it, and climbed down and hid the steps to the ladder in the leaves. As I walked the trail toward home, I wondered if Adam would tell on me. He didn't though. As any boy knew, if it ever got out that I'd given him a blowjob up in the treehouse, Adam would've been considered a homo as well. Thank goodness for Jon's unwritten code of ethics between messing-around buddies.