Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2023 19:02:14 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter Five Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Five 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/ +++++++ "You boys coming upstairs for breakfast or not?" Jon's mom was calling downstairs to the family room where we'd slept, (plus some other things), on the first night of our weekend sleepover. I could smell bacon frying and that always got me crawling out of bed a little faster. Jon was stirring as well, reaching for his jeans, and then picking up his socks. He looked at them for a second, then tossed them underneath the sofa bed, opting to go barefoot. I quickly dressed without any conversation. It was the "morning after," so it felt awkward between us. There would be little eye contact and few words spoken all though our breakfast of pancakes, bacon and juice. "You boys are pretty quiet. Up all night playing cards and telling jokes, were you?" Jon's mom asked. "Nah, we were watching an old horror movie on the late show. Good won out over evil, just like always. Oh that reminds me. There was a commercial for that new creepy movie that's coming out called, I Saw What You Did! You think Zane and I are old enough to go to the 20th Century Theater to see that one by ourselves? We're not little kids anymore, you know." "We'll see." Was her non-committal answer. "You boys want any more pancakes?" Of course we did. Last night's activities had made us work up an appetite. After we'd filled our bellies with breakfast and I'd thanked his mom, Jon glanced over and said, "C'mon." He motioned for us to go back downstairs. "Grab your stuff and go up to get your shower." He said, once we'd gotten back down in the family room. "I'll take care of straightening up here, and after you're done in the bathroom, I'll go up and get washed and dressed." "Okay." Was my one-word response. It was still difficult for me to talk to Jon and I could barely look him in the eye because of my guilt over what we'd done last night. I went upstairs to the bathroom to shower and get dressed while Jon remained and cleaned up the evidence. When I got back downstairs, Jon had the sofa bed folded up and the room was picked up. It looked like nothing had ever happened there. I sat and watched Saturday morning cartoons while Jon went up to shower and dress. I turned the dial until I found Jonny Quest, my favorite animated show. There was adventure, cool vehicles, bad guys, and of course there was Jonny, whom I always enjoyed seeing, (and NO, not because my friend's name was Jon). "What you wanta do?" was Jon's question when he came down the steps. "I don't know. Ride our bikes, I guess." "Only problem is, your bike isn't here. If I ride you on my handlebars up to your house, do you have a key to open the garage and get it?" I didn't, so we decided to go hiking in the woods instead. Our development was surrounded by woods and a ravine with two creeks that met at the far end, forming a bigger stream that flowed down to a river a few miles away. It was a great place for a boy to spend a Saturday, with trails to hike and trees to climb, as long as you avoided the poison ivy and didn't fall into the creek. Jon's house backed up to the woods, so he led the way down the trail. I was finding that doing "regular stuff" was helping to cancel out the weirdness that I'd felt about last night's experience. By the time we'd been exploring the woods for about an hour, I was pretty much distracted from it. "Zane, you see that?" We were standing beside three big maple trees and Jon was pointing up at them. There was a treehouse about 15 or 20 feet up in the branches, with rungs nailed to one of the trees leading up to it. The first rung was too high to reach, but Jon had a solution for that. "Check this out." He said, while fishing for something under the leaves at the base of the three trees. He came up with two more rungs, then he tapped them into notches that were cut into the trunk of one of the trees. They fit perfectly, and we were now able to climb all the way up. Jon went first, with me following. This was so cool! The treehouse was like a big box, with an opening in the floor to climb up inside. There was a window opening to catch the breezes, plus a section of the plywood roof had a plastic panel that let in light. "Pretty cool in here, huh? I built it, you know. Finished it up last month." He boasted. The place was almost civilized, with an old green rug on the floor and a bench where you could sit up off the floor. Jon reached behind him and pulled a nail out of one of the plywood walls, and it tipped forward like a secret panel! He lifted the false wall and placed it over the trap door opening in the floor. It even had more of the green rug on the back of it like what was on the rest of the floor. There was something else. Stashed behind the fake wall was a magazine. Jon pulled it out to show me. "What is Swank?" I asked, seeing the name on the front, above a photo of a big-boobed lady in a bikini. "It's kind of a crappy version of Playboy." Jon answered. "They make up for it by showing the pussy hair." He opened it to show me, and all of last night's guilt and self-doubt was swept away by new pictures of naked ladies, all smiling and posing to show off their best parts. My body immediately responded in the natural way and I was erect and tenting out the front of my jeans. I looked over at Jon and his jeans were bulging as well. I thought back to what he'd told me last night, about feeling uncomfortable about what had happened and how that would go away. It seemed to me at that moment, that he was right! We sat side by side on the bench, slowly paging through the dog-eared pages of Swank. We were quiet except to point out the occasional set of big tits or hairy beaver. I became aware of the gentle touch of Jon's hand on my right thigh. When he moved to my blue jean boner bulge and started massaging there, I didn't push him away. He knew just how to do it, too. After a couple of minutes I was thrusting my bulge into his hand when Jon pulled it back and looked at me. "Okay, now you do mine." He said. "What?" (I was still so clueless). "The feelup, dumb-ass. I felt you up, now it's your turn to feel me up. It's one of the unwritten rules between messing-around buddies, Zane. You both have to do each other, give and take. Otherwise it means you're a homo, get it?" "Messing-around buddies?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "Jeez, you're such a dumb-ass! It means, guys who do dick stuff, like feelups in our pants the way I was just doing on you, and stroking off and stuff, like last night." Once you find s guy who likes to do it, if you're alone with him and horny you just say, wanta mess around? That's code for, do you wanta do dick stuff. So, you gonna do it or not?" "Okay." And with that, I reached over to Jon and started to feel the big bulge in the front of his jeans. It was the first time I'd ever touched a dick other than mine. It was strange doing it, but he really seemed to like being felt-up. He humped against my hand and kind of ground his hips against me. I was just touching his jeans of course, but I felt okay doing it for some reason. I liked making him feel good. "Now I'll do yours." Jon said after I'd rubbed his bulge for 3 pages of Swank. He rubbed my little boner and stroked it through my jeans until I was humping it into his hand. I was really getting into it when Jon had another question for me. "Do you want it skin to skin?" Oh crap, now what? There was so much to learn about being a messing-around buddy! "Um, skin to skin? What's that?" "Am I gonna have to teach you everything, Zane? THINK my budd! That means you take out the dick and even the balls, and touch it with your bare hand! It's just like last night, only we just take it out of our pants and don't get naked. You gotta be ready to stuff it back in your pants sometimes, if you hear somebody coming. Like out here in the woods, we could hear someone's footsteps in the leaves if they were coming. It's okay to be messing around buddies, but you don't wanta get caught. Know what I mean?" "Oh, okay." I said, as I went to unzip my pants. "No, hold up there cowboy! It's um... nicer if we undo each other's pants. You're gonna have to trust me on that one, buddy." "Who's the dumbass now, dumb-ass? You don't think I've been trusting you up until now?" I did my best to act hurt as I said it. "Good point, dumb-ass. Ha-ha." And at that, Jon reached for my belt to unbuckle it. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. Before he took out my boner, he slipped his hand down inside the front of my underpants and gently manipulated all 3 inches of it in his fingers. He was right, it was nicer this way. There was another important realization that popped into my mind. Neither of us was looking at the Swank magazine as we were messing around. My attention was diverted from that thought when Jon stretched the waistband of my white briefs to below my hairless ball sac, then took my stiffy between his thumb 'n forefinger and began stroking, just like last night. Jeez, how he did that so nice! I was starting to get "the feeling" and humped my cocklet into his fingers as he jerked it. "Not so fast." He said, and let go of my boner. "Your turn." I reached over and rubbed his big bulge for a few seconds. "Surprise," he was still boned up! I fumbled with his belt buckle until he had to help me. That felt so weird. Then I unzipped him and slipped my hand down inside his underpants like he'd done on me. I felt around in his wispy black pube hairs a bit, then held his dick in my hand and rubbed it, right there inside his briefs. It was warm and moist in there and SO stiff. I found myself wanting to see his boner. I tugged down on the waistband of his underpants, hooking it under his balls. It was time to do it, no turning back. I held his big dick in my hand and began stroking, moving the skin up and down, just like boys have been doing on each other since forever. I was now in the Boner Club. "Faster." He said, and I picked right up on that. I was quickly learning how to be a messing-around buddy! I started stroking him in earnest. Jeez, he was so big and hot in my hand. "Rub the balls, do it easy now." I knew what that meant as well. So, for the first time in my life, I gently handled balls that weren't my own. "Okay, my turn." And Jon took my stiff weenie between thumb 'n forefinger and resumed giving me what he knew I enjoyed so much. He really whipped it, until I was humping and thrusting, close to getting my next dry boy-gasm. "Oh no you don't!" He said as he quickly released my stiff peen and left it twitching. "I shoot first! That's the rule, the new guy always gets the experienced guy off first. You'll understand why we have that rule, soon enough." And so, I held Jon's man-size dick in my hand and stroked him to completion. It was exciting, feeling his stiff shaft swell and harden as he got close to shooting his jit. He gave a little grunt, his body stiffened, and then he painted my hand with several spurts of his clear, syrupy boy-fluid! "Slower Zane!" he said, as he grabbed my hand and got some of his jit on his own hand. "Pretty good for a new guy." He complimented, then wiped his hand on the green rug. I released his softening penis and wiped my hand on the rug as well. "Okay, let's get that weenie pumping!" He said, as he reached for my boner. I was looking down, watching how he was jerking me again, kind of in a trance as I started to get that urgent feeling in my young loins. I was humping my pelvis to it. "That's it Jon, just like that." I hissed. He chuckled, then picked up the pace. I was in heaven. After maybe two minutes I was so close, I could feel it building. "Aww FUCK ya! Like that!" I growled. "UnnnnNNNNNNGH!" I was trying to hold back, but the little muscles behind my boy-bits wouldn't let me. It felt close to trying to hold back a sneeze, only with your dick. And then, I just gave in. I rode out the second dry boy-gasm of my life with my penis in my best friend's hand. As the twitching of my boy-dick subsided, I could feel it coming. It was that sickening feeling of self-loathing in my mind! Aww crap, I hated myself again! "Shit. Damn. Fuck!" "Easy, easy budd." Jon quietly said as he let go of my shriveling cocklet. "Jeez, you really come down hard from it! Just try 'n relax, okay?" He stuffed his dick inside his jeans and zipped up. I did the same, then just sat there, not saying anything. I couldn't understand how I'd be riding that pleasure-wave one minute and the next thing I knew, I hated that I'd let it happen! Shit, I couldn't stand this. I just wanted to get out of there. "Let's go walking, okay buddy?" Said Jon, sensing my stress. He stuck the Swank mag back against the wall, then picked up the panel from the trap door opening, stood it up to cover the dirty magazine and pushed in a nail that held it. I led the way down the ladder. When Jon got down, he pulled the two bottom steps out of the notches in the tree and carefully buried them in the leaves. Without another word, we set off through the woods, re-tracing our path toward his house. I led the way and set a quick pace. It just felt better to be doing "regular" stuff again. "Remember, we don't tell anyone about this, okay?" He said. "Especially not our parents." Right now it felt like an awful secret that I'd never reveal to anyone. Things had gotten so confusing and I still had another night at Jon's before I got to go home. Yeah that was for sure, I'd definitely be keeping all this a secret.