Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2023 07:26:38 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Messing Around Buddy Training - Chapter Nine Messing-Around Buddy Training - Chapter Nine 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/ +++++++ During my Sunday evening shower, I thought back to my experiences the last two days. Yup, my sleepover weekend at my buddy Jon's house had turned out to be an epic journey into the secret world of boy-pleasure. We'd explored the woods and we'd explored each other as well. I'd also done some inner exploring along the way. I'd learned what I liked to do in spite of my conscience. It had been an epic battle, but my penis had won out over my guilt. The tingling, edgy feeling leading up to the intense pleasure clenches of my dry boy-gasms had been incredible! By Sunday afternoon, I'd even enjoyed touching my best friend's boner and giving him forbidden boy-pleasure. When I got out of the shower I toweled off and stepped over to the sink and checked out my naked self in the big vanity mirror. Sure I was skinny, but I didn't have anything to be ashamed of, either. I had broad shoulders, (my mom had told me that), smooth skin and a butt that showed nicely beneath my inward curving lower back. I wondered about my little hairless peen, but I did like the smooth pubic mound just above it. For some reason at that age, I wasn't into all that nasty hair around the dick. My ball sac was hairless but my nuts had started to hang down. Dime size pink nipples, an outie belly button and dimpled butt cheeks completed the package. As I admired my naked bod in the mirror, my little peen rose to the occasion and stiffened to its full 3 inch impressive length, pointing straight up to the ceiling. The more I looked my dick in the mirror, the stiffer it got! There was only one thing to do. I held the shaft between my thumb 'n forefinger, then started jerking off. I liked watching myself stroke my boner in the mirror and the more I watched, the better it felt. I was jerking so hard that my balls were bouncing around in their sac. I reached for my hairless boy-marble sac with my other hand and cupped it in my palm as I jerked my dick, then brought my hand up to feel the smooth skin of my hairless pubic skin just above my penis. I wanted to grow pubic hairs, but I was conflicted about it because I enjoyed that little hairless boy-area... seeing it in the mirror and touching myself there. (I know, I was weird). After about a minute, there it was... that urgency in my loins that was causing my internal sex muscles to twitch. I slowed down the stroking of my penis and the sensation subsided, then I speeded up and the urgent feeling returned... I was feeling so good! I stroked a little bit too hard that time, because the launch sequence had begun. There was no turning back! My entire body stiffened and the good feels became overwhelming just before the 7 pleasure-clenches began. I had to stifle an audible grunt as I looked in the mirror and watched myself twitch through my dry boy-gasm. My forehead, cheeks and chest had flushed red! That's what that hot feeling had been while I was messing around with Jon! There were still things that I needed to learn about my own body. . The sound on the bathroom door startled me back to reality! Then I heard my father's voice calling. "C'mon out son... Other guys have to use the bathroom too!" There was something oddly familiar about what Dad had just said. It stirred up a distant memory for me, but I couldn't quite place it due to my post boy-gasmic stupor. "What's going on in there? Did you actually get your grimy physique clean in the shower for a change? C'mon out!" "Okay Dad, I'm just drying off! I'll be out in a sec." As I was saying it, I was willing my weenie to go back down, but as usual it had a mind of its own and it was happening in slow motion. Finally I doubled the bath towel around my waist to mostly cover it up, then opened the door and stepped out in the hall. My dad pushed past and shut the door behind him. "About time." He said, not noticing my half-hardon. I wondered if he'd noticed how my forehead and cheeks were still flushed red. Back in my room, I slipped on clean briefs, a t-shirt and a loose pair of gym shorts. I sat at my desk and turned on the little lamp so I could work a page of homework problems out of my math book. Finishing that up, I went out to the living room to say goodnight to my parents, then went back to my room, stripped down to my underpants and hopped into bed. I laid there and re-ran the events of the weekend in my head, trying to remember how many dry boy-gasms I'd had, and realized that I'd lost count! I thought about Jon's dick, his impressive size and how he shot "the jit" every time he'd get his boner spasm. I wondered how he'd learned all that stuff. Did he figure it out himself or was he taught as well? Of course those thoughts caused my hairless little peen to stiffen up, hard as could be. So I slipped my hand down inside the front of my briefs and took care of myself. Jon had been right about "shooting blanks." It was convenient not to be concerned with mopping up afterward. I would go on to masturbate exactly in that fashion hundreds of times over about the next few months, my hand thrust down inside the front of my underpants, rubbing away at my boner without a care. This would go on until I began ejaculating the thin, clear boy-fluid and I could no longer jerk off willy-nilly anywhere I had some privacy and the mood struck. It would take me just a few minutes of masturbating under my covers to give myself some relief and the start of a really good night's sleep. My last waking thought was, "Maybe that one had just been the sixth time?"