Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2023 18:19:33 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Four Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Four 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/ +++++++ "Zaney, you alright buddy?" Jon's question broke the awkward silence as he was pleasuring me on the first night of my weekend sleepover at his house. Still unable to form words, I nodded in the affirmative. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded again and he continued doing on me what he seemed to know so well. We were sitting side by side on the sofa bed, upright with our backs against the couch cushions. Jon was on my left, having just slipped my underpants down to around my knees and started touching my dick before I could change my mind. With his right hand, he was making me feel so good. Up until that moment, I'd had no idea that this could be done on a boy. I was looking down at how he was manipulating my hairless little boner, so I'd know exactly the way it was done. Jon had my stiff weenie held between his thumb and forefinger, rhythmically moving the skin up and down in a way that made my muscles strain, it felt so amazing! My penis was spectacularly erect... a "full" 3 inches of boy-weenie, hard as a railroad spike. My usually pink acorn-head was an angry shade of purple and my hairless marble sac was pulled up to my body just as tight as could be, so it almost disappeared. A subtle change in his stroking action caused me to me to utter my first sound since Jon had pulled down my underpants. "Unnngh" was all I said and he looked at me and smiled. "You like it when I'm stroking it fast then slow down real quick and grip it tighter while I'm jerking it, right?" I shook my head yes. It seemed so weird that he was talking to me about it as he was stroking away on my boner. It was like he was checking for approval and making sure I felt as good as he could make it. "I like that too, budd." He said. "It feels the great when you're beating it and start to get close, then back off and just squeeze it so the feeling keeps going but you don't shoot." I thought, "Jeez, how does he know all this?" I continued watching the action down in my lap. The way he was stroking my dick made me want to spread my legs out. He could sense that and he helped me by pulling my underpants down from around my knees, releasing my left foot through the leg opening. Now, my briefs hung off my right ankle and I continued to bask in the seemingly endless boy-pleasure Jon was giving me. I spread my skinny legs out wide, completely giving myself up to him as the end credits of the horror movie on the TV finished up and the National Anthem began to play. Seven million years of evolution caused me to instinctively thrust my hips and fuck my little boner into Jon's pleasuring hand. My primal pelvic thrusts were nature's way of ensuring that the species continued... It must have been a comic sight when a preadolescent skinny boy like me moved that way. Jon had kicked off his own briefs by that point and I could see that he had his boner again, and only a few minutes after he'd first shown me how he jerked off! His right hand worked my 3 inch stiffy, and in his left hand he was expertly beating his meat again. The National Anthem finished playing on the TV and a test pattern came on. The family room was now silent, except for the subtle "thwick-thwick-thwick" sound of boy dicks being rapidly stroked up and down. The way he was jerking my stiff peen between his thumb and forefinger, I never wanted it to end. I began to feel weird and confused. Now that he was stroking his own dick as well, it seemed so dirty. But holy smokes, did it feel good. Jon increased the speed on my boner and it won out over my self-doubting pea-brain. I could feel pressure building in my young loins, like something I'd never felt before. Oh wait, I had felt it! It was like those times I was climbing the ropes in the gym during P.E. class when I was a little kid! Only this felt much more intense. My back arched and my legs stretched straight out. I was getting confused about what was happening to me. I felt a rapidly growing keenness behind my balls, something urgent and demanding, like I was losing control! I uttered, "Aww crap! Stop!" "Can't do that, budd!" was Jon's answer. "Now, we're gonna take it home for ya. Ride it out, Zaney! Just a few more seconds. That's it buddy, get it!" I looked down at the blur that was my little dick in Jon's fingers and felt the pressure was building in my loins to the point that I didn't know my own name! He was jerking me off so fast that the side of his hand was bouncing off the hairless pubic skin just above my penis, making a little slapping noise. I looked up and stared at the test pattern on the TV, thrust out my pelvis and strained mightily as Jon brought me to the finish line and gave me the gift of my first-ever dry boy-gasm. My young loins clenched down hard... ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR spasms! The muscles beneath my balls clenched tightly, trying in vain to ejaculate sperm that my body couldn't yet produce. FIVE-SIX-SEVEN more pleasure-clenches! My whole body had a shiver as my climax subsided... like when you're in the boy's room standing at the urinal to pee and are just finishing up, only stronger. "Thaaat's it, buddy... I told ya it would feel good, ha-ha! And hey look, you can't shoot yet, so no jit to mop up!" Jon paused his crude remarks about my boyish climax to go back to jerking himself off. I didn't answer... not a word. I sat in awkward silence as he beat off, making the sofa bed jiggle in time with his jerking. Finally with a grunt, he ejaculated more jit into his sock that he held up to the tip of his erect penis. It took him less than a minute. I'd hardly heard Jon's words, because something was happening to me that I couldn't understand. Under the expert guidance of my buddy's hand I'd just climbed to the summit of Mount Everest in the realm of boy-pleasure, so how come now I felt like crap? What was going on with this huge mood-swing? My emotions crashed right there, sitting on the sofa bed with my little peen shrunk back down to 2 inches, my underpants hanging off my ankle and my best friend beside me. Weird thoughts flashed in my mind. I suddenly hated him! Why had I let this happen to me? No, I didn't hate him, I hated myself! Was I a homo? No, because I'd liked seeing pictures of naked ladies! FUCK! What was happening to me? It was all so bewildering. I reached down for my briefs, pulled them on and covered myself with the blanket. I kept silent, laying on my side with my knees bent and my thighs pulled up to my chest. Jon got up and padded in his bare feet over to the TV to switch it off. I watched the screen as the test pattern shrank down to a tiny blue dot, then there was welcome darkness and quiet in the room as he crawled back on the sofa bed, leaving open space between us. The silence was deafening. "It's alright buddy." He softly said after a tense minute or so. "Sometimes guys feel that weirdness just after they're finished messing around. Trust me, it'll go away. Don't worry, I mean it okay?" I didn't answer. We had lain there in the dark for some time with no more conversation until sleep mercifully began to close in. As the lights were finally dimming in my troubled brain, I felt Jon's hand gently touch my arm and hold onto me. Sleep was long-lasting, dreamless and welcome.