Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2023 23:39:22 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Three Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Three 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 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/ +++++++ Back when we were little boys, we were naturally inquisitive, yes? We wanted to know everything there was to learn about the world around us in general and our bodies in particular. There was so much going on, right down inside the fronts of our underpants! We'd unzip our fly and willy-nilly take out our hairless weenies to show them off to each other... compare and contrast, jiggle and wiggle them. We'd stand side by side... all silly and giggly while we whipped 'em out and peed together into the bushes or crossed streams into the toilet. It's what you did! Those things, we did without much thought. That is, until an adult caught us at it. That's what happened during the summer of my 7th year. A few of my buddies and I had a little scrap wood fort that we'd built backed up against a fence that ran between my house and my friend Stuart's house next door. It was a shaky structure, built low so you had to crawl on your hands and knees to go inside. I remember it was a bright, sunny, hot day and five of us guys were hanging out by the fort. One kid, named Adam, who was the smallest of the bunch was sitting on the roof of our shack, with his legs hanging down off the edge. He said with a giggle, "Hey guys, look at this!" And Adam took it upon himself to pull down the elastic waistband of his shorts, pull up his t-shirt and show off his little peen, wrinkled boy-marble sac and bald pubes! It was an innocent act for a boy at that age, but for one detail. I'd been allowed to take our Brownie camera outside, loaded with a roll of black and white film to shoot some photos. Adam, not one to miss an opportunity to preserve an image of his privates for all time, dared me to take a photo of the object of everyone's scrutiny, on full display in the bright sunlight. "Hey Zane, snap one of this!" he said, while pointing right at the exposed acorn-head of his circumcised penis. My pea-brain didn't even register the slightest reservation about it, and I leaned in and took the shot! At that, Adam put away his naked boy-parts and we resumed messing around, digging in the dirt and calling each other names as boys will do. By the time everyone was called into dinner, I'd used all 12 shots on the film roll and forgotten about the one image of Adam's exposed little pride-and-joy. Within a few days, my mom dropped off that roll of film at our neighborhood Rexall Drugs, and life on our block continued on, totally care-free. It took about a week, and Mom picked up the finished photos while shopping. When I came in from an afternoon with my buddies, there on the kitchen table was the envelope containing the fruits of my short-lived kid photographic career. You know how the blood kind of drains from your head and there's a loud ringing in your ears when you remember something awful about which you'd totally forgotten? Yeah, it was like that. Mom asked me to sit down at the table with her, so we could look at the pictures and I knew what was coming. It must be the same feeling a condemned prisoner has when he's sitting down to his last meal just before his execution. This time, there would be no last minute reprieve phoned in from the governor. I knew I was totally screwed as we looked at each photo, with me explaining each scene... "Yeah, there's the clubhouse," and "Oh, there's Mikey and it was before he busted his arm," etc. And then came The Photo. There before me, in all its glory was the extreme close-up I'd snapped of Adam's hairless, exposed little genitals. Mom asked, "And?" My throat closed up on me for a few seconds, but I managed to squeak out, "One of the guys took it out and said I should take a picture and it was right there, so I did it!" There was no story that was going to get me out of this, so I just blurted that out. The thing is, that shot likely slipped through and got developed because it was so close-in that you really had to scrutinize it to tell what it was. Looking back, I think Mom was very kind about the whole affair. She didn't scold or threaten. She just asked, "What do you think we should do with this, Zane?" I must've been red as a beet, when I uttered, "Throw it out?" At that, she tore it up into tiny little pieces, scooped them off the table and dropped them into the trash can. Fortunately for me, that whole episode stayed confidential between us. There was no threat of, "wait until your father gets home." And so ended "The Great Dick Pic Caper." I'd forgotten about that little adventure until I was going through our family photos that I'd inherited. There in the shoebox was that old Rexall Drugs photo envelope right along with the ones that contained shots of birthday parties and trips to the beach. Mom would write the date on the envelope, then store the prints in it, along with the negatives in the little front pocket in case we needed to make extras to put in Christmas cards or send to Grandma. Suddenly it hit me... "Oh shit! I have to destroy the negative of that "exposure" I took of Adam!" But when I looked, there were no negatives. Mom in her infinite wisdom, had destroyed all evidence of my knuckleheaded wrongdoing years ago. I'd learned my embarrassing lesson at the kitchen table confessional. From that day forward, whenever I had anything to do with another boy's dick, it was my hard rule. No pictures. Speaking of hard dick rules, let me tell you about my first big step into the world of "messing-around buddies." My friend Jon and I were good friends who had lots in common. We both lived in the same new suburban development, we were in the same scout troop, we were both in the 5th grade, and we both enjoyed looking at Playboy magazine. Jon was almost a year older than me, but that didn't seem like a big deal. I was 11 by this time. He had a big brother who looked to me a grown adult, and I never saw much of him since he drove. Like kids did at that age, we had the occasional sleepover. It was usually on a Friday night after our scout meeting or maybe a Saturday. As it happened, my parents were going to be out of town for the weekend and they arranged for a long sleepover while they were away. I was go to Jon's house after our scout meeting on Friday night and stay over there until my parents picked me up on Sunday evening. Two whole nights with my best budd, this was going to be great! On Friday after school I packed up the clothes I needed and a toothbrush, plus some other stuff my mom threw into my scout backpack. I was set to go and couldn't wait. When we got to Jon's after scouts, they had set up a fold-out couch in their downstairs family room for us. We'd be able to watch TV until we fell asleep if we wanted. They also had some games down there in case we got bored, but it didn't seem like that would happen. The first night, it was late and Jon and I were laying on the couch watching an old horror movie after everyone else had gone to bed upstairs. We were "big kids" so I didn't bother with the PJ's my mom had put in my pack. We just had on our white briefs. I was thinking, "This is so cool," when things got quite a bit more interesting. Jon looked over at me and said, "Remember the Playboy I showed you, that I'd stashed out in the woods?" "Shit yeah!" I responded. I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears, just thinking about that. Jon looked at me with this impish grin and said, "Zane, you're not gonna believe this when you see it, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." "You got another hot Playboy?" I said. "Nope, this is WAY better. I swiped it from the back of my brother's closet. He didn't even miss it... He's got a whole stash." "What, what?" I was begging. I hadn't even seen it yet and my little dick was already twitching down inside the front of my underpants. "Shut up, you'll wake somebody." Was his hissed response. Jon flashed another devilish look at me, then started digging down inside the arm of that old fold-out couch for something. He slowly pulled out his secret stash, only the magazine wasn't a Playboy. My eyes must have about bugged out when he opened to the first page, because this was something that was incomprehensible to my 11 year old brain. Jon had scored a hard-core porn mag from his big brother! I had no idea this kind of thing even existed! I immediately had to bend forward to try to hide my 3 inch boner bulging out the front of my briefs like a little tent. The thing had pictures of women with their legs spread open and guy's hard dicks and they were sticking it in! I could feel my whole body heating up as Jon held the magazine and flipped through the pages. I looked over at him and could tell he had a boner as well... and his underpants bulge looked huge to me! I could see everything because he wasn't leaning forward to try to hide his excitement the way I was. On the old black and white TV, the monster was tearing up the little village. Those townspeople were going to be pissed. My head was spinning at this point, then Jon looked at me like he had something important to say. "Zane, do you jerk off?" He asked. Now, I'd heard other kids call each other that, but I honestly hadn't a clue. No shit, I really didn't! I answered honestly... after all, he was my good friend and I wasn't going to lie. "No... what are you talking about?" I said as I glanced at the big pup tent in the front of Jon's underpants. (I was trying not to stare, but it was difficult to ignore). "Here, I'll show you." He answered, and with that, he pulled down on the waistband of his briefs and exposed his HUGE, (to me) boner! He took it in his hand and bent it down, since it was hard up against his lower belly. I guess he wanted to show it off. (We didn't do it that night, but we eventually measured our boners and his was 5 inches). His dick just looked so big... and he had hairs over it like the guys in the magazine! "You got hairs?" I blurted out, since I couldn't think of anything coherent to say. "Yeah, that's my black forest." Was his answer. I was in awe. He took his underpants down to about his knees and now I could see his excited genitals unobstructed by the white cloth of his briefs. Then Jon said, "Watch this." He flipped the page of the magazine to the next dirty picture of a lady with her legs spread open, looked at it, then wrapped his fingers around his boner and began to stroke up and down that stiff shaft! On the TV, the angry village people were headed up the mountain to the castle with torches and pitchforks in hand. In that flickering blue light, I could see Jon with his dick in hand, beating it like it owed him money. I felt embarrassed and nervous and excited and guilty as I watched him stroking his boner, but I couldn't look away. He was getting really busy, working his stiffy faster and faster in his right hand as he flipped through pages of the magazine with his left. Finally, he let the magazine go, and took hold of his balls with the other hand. I think it was about 5 minutes into the beat-off session and I could see that Jon's entire body was tensing up. I was transfixed on him at this point, my pea-brain hardly able to comprehend what was happening before my eyes. Then Jon spoke again. "Oh shit... Oh fuck... I'm gonna..." he mumbled. "What?" I asked him. My eyes were unashamedly fixed on his hand, stroking his big dick so fast it was almost a blur. His legs stretched out and his back straightened until his body looked stiff as a board. "Gonna... aww fuck! Gonna... SHOOT!" was all he could utter. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and my own little stiffy was hard as steel inside the front of my briefs. I gawked at his hand... his dick... his balls... And then, Jon's whole body gave a shiver... his jerking motion slowed down and he kind of pointed the head of his boner at his outie belly button, and stuff squirted out of the tip! Jon's body relaxed a bit, and he seemed to be milking the rest of the clear, syrupy fluid from his peehole, out into a little puddle that was forming on his flat, smooth, lower belly, just above his patch of pubic hairs. At first, I thought Jon had peed himself, but I decided this was something different. I just had to ask, "What's that stuff?" It has been many years since that night, but I still remember Jon's exact words. "That's the jit." "What?" I asked, as if I hadn't heard correctly. "The jit, ya dummy! Don't you know what jit is?" (Of course, being a dummy, I didn't). "Jit is what guys shoot inside a girl's cunt so she gets a baby, ya stupid." I had shifted from being uncomfortable to defensive. "Yeah, I knew it, I just never saw any." I finally answered, embarrassed. He grabbed his gym sock, (the kind with the red and blue stripes around the top), and mopped up the product of his shameless stroke-fest, cleaning the puddle of jit from his smooth belly and then wiping the mushroom head of his dick. Then Jon got that look on his face again, sort of like he'd had when he was about to reveal the dirty porn mag to me. "Don't try and hide it Zane. You got a boner too, and how come you're not... Oh shit! You mean you never..." Then he looked me right in the eyes and asked the question. "You want me to do yours?" I could hear my heartbeat in my ears again. My little peen was rock hard and throbbing down in my underpants. My pea-brain was on overload! Holy crap! My mouth opened but I'd forgotten how to form words! The lady in the magazine was flashing her open beaver at me! I was scared and I didn't know what I wanted! The townspeople on the TV were breaking down the door to the castle! I just couldn't answer him! Then without another word, Jon reached over to pull down my underpants. Just as the angry villagers on the TV were breaking into the castle and lighting it on fire with their torches, I helped Jon and lifted my butt off that old couch. He tugged down on my briefs and I felt the cool room air on my hot, flushed, moist boy-bits. My heartbeat was deafening in my ears as I let my best friend pull my underpants down to my knees...