Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2023 06:19:17 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter Six Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Six 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 fictional story in "Young Friends," called "Boy Arena." 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/ +++++++ Jon and I got back to his house just as the setting sun was casting long, golden beams of light through the trees. By the time we got there, we'd been telling each other bad jokes and generally goofing around as we hiked along the trail. I was finally feeling more confident about my masculinity. "Mom! What's for dinner?" Jon called up the steps to his mom as we came in from the garage. "What am I around here, just the cook?" I heard her say from upstairs in the kitchen. "Your father is on his way right now to pick up pizza and beer." "Yes! Thanks Mom, pizza AND beer? That's so cool, Zane and I will have a blast!" "Ah no, Jon. Dream on, kiddo." She answered, as we came into the kitchen. "You two rascals will be having pizza and sodas, and you'll like it. The beer is for your father. You boys were down in the woods exploring for the whole afternoon! Did you make any exciting discoveries out there?" "You might say that, Mom." Said Jon, with a glance in my direction. "There's always something new to see and do out in the woods. Zane was glad we went, weren't you, budd?" "Oh yeah." I said, hoping that his mom didn't ask for more details about our escapades out in the woods. I was relieved when Jon's dad came in the door just then, and the conversation shifted to whether we wanted pepperoni or sausage. We took slices of pizza and cans of soda down to the family room with us, and after eating, we set up Jon's slot car track and raced those little cars until you could smell the electric transformer cooking. We topped that off by watching "The Avengers" on TV. I really liked Emma Peel's British accent and her... well, shape. Those tight body suits she wore seemed designed to make every young boy an avid fan of the show. Just as Steed and Emma were in a serious dilemma, from up in the kitchen we heard the sound of popcorn popping. We ran up to find his mom shaking the tinfoil pan on the red-hot coil of the electric stove burner. It never got old, watching that foil bag puff up into a big ball of popcorn goodness! We took our bowl of popcorn down with us to watch the Avengers defeat the evil fiend of the week, then discussed what we might do when we got up Sunday morning. It had been a long day. It was time to put away the slot car track, set up the sofa bed, then hit the bathroom, strip down to our briefs and jump under the covers. Jon shut off the light, switched on the TV and tuned to an old movie about a WWII submarine. As we watched the men in the claustrophobic quarters of the sub in battle, Jon mused, "Holy crap, they were so cramped in that thing with other men everywhere you looked. Where do you think a guy would go on that sub, when he needed to jerk off?" We looked at each other and both had a good laugh over that one! We watched for a bit longer then finally drifted off to sleep. I was having an enjoyable dream of some kind, that I couldn't remember when I started to drift back from dreamland in the middle of the night. I became aware of a pleasant sensation and realized that it was because of the hand moving around down inside the front of my underpants, and that hand wasn't mine. My 3 inch boy peen was stiff and throbbing and twitching up and down in Jon's expert fingers as he gently manipulated it. I didn't say anything. I just laid there and tried to act asleep... trying not to move as I was being felt up. Just as I squinted my eyes and tried to look down at what he was doing on me, he let go of my erect weenie and slipped his hand down deeper inside my briefs. He lightly cupped my hairless scrotum in his palm, then gently manipulated my boy marbles within. It was pleasant as he expertly moved my balls around inside their hairless sac. It seemed impossible, but I could feel my little peen getting even stiffer as Jon felt me up in the dark. Nothing like another boy, when it came to having someone who knew just how to make your balls feel so good. Just as I was fighting to keep from humping my engorged boy-bits into Jon's warm hand, he pulled out of my underpants. I felt the covers slide down and now I could make out my white briefs in the pale blue light of the test pattern on the TV. Jon carefully took the waistband of my briefs and pulled down, exposing my excited boy bits. I could make out my boner standing up above my hairless pubic mound, fully erect and rising and falling in time with my heartbeat. My exposed hot-flushed genitals cooled a bit, now that they were exposed to the air-conditioned room air. I shifted my leg a bit and Jon stopped moving for a few seconds, as if he was checking to see if I was still asleep or not. Finally, he took my stiffy between his thumb and forefinger just like before and began slowly stroking up and down the hard little shaft. The sensation was exquisite. I could feel him moving the loose skin up and down on my erection in a relentless, repetitive motion that was driving me to distraction. I was desperate to move... Touch my balls, spread my legs, or anything! Instead, I just laid there and took it, as my best friend jerked me off in the dark. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building in my sex muscles. He was unrelenting as he stroked my boner, seeming to be patiently waiting for me to get the feeling. Finally, my entire body stiffened and the urgency in my loins passed the point of no return. My little penis twitched 7 times in Jon's fingers and he gave me another intense dry boy-gasm. I just tried to hang on as I "slept" alongside him. After my straining boy climax had subsided, I felt him touch his finger to my pee-hole. I suppose he was checking to see if I'd ejaculated a drop of thin, clear boy-fluid, but I was still totally dry. Satisfied with his examination of my condition, he pulled up my underpants to cover my boy-bits, then slid the covers over me. I "slept" alongside Jon as he jerked himself off in the darkness, making the sofa bed jiggle in time with the strokes of his self-love. He made a little sound, sort of a squeak. I knew his jit was shooting out the pee hole of his big boner, over his smooth, tight lower-belly. I watched as he reached for his sock and wiped away the puddle of syrupy, clear boy-nectar from his skin and wispy pubic hairs. He took care to gently wipe the sensitive mushroom head of his dick as well. Then he pulled up his underpants and the covers and curled up on the mattress beside me. I sensed something different about the way I felt about this messing-around session. Was it because he thought I was asleep? Or had my attitude about dick stuff changed? I finally drifted off to sleep. I was undecided about that question, but I felt satisfied and content and sleep came quickly, deep and dreamless.