Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 18:17:23 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: "Nu-Foo" (young friends) Nifty isn't free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following is 100% made up. If you liked the story, I'd love to know it. Feel free to send feedback to butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like it, I'd hate to know it, so send that feedback to someone else. Nu-foo By Butters2020 The year was 19something. The place was Fort Lauderdale. Marty and I had been best friends for a year, since we were 11. Every weekend either his mom drove him to my house, or my dad drove me to his house and we hung out all day. Our parents liked that we took turns with where we went because that meant they took turns keeping an eye on us, but we both preferred being at his house because he had a pool and all I had was a pingpong table. Marty was a surprise to his parents. His sister was in her thirties and his dad was nearing retirement. My parents were the same age as Marty's sister, which was weird if we thought about it, but we rarely did. We were too busy having fun, playing marathon Monopoly games that lasted hours on end, or swimming. Sometimes Marty's neighbor Lee joined us when we were in the pool. Lee had Down's Syndrome but in 19something it still okay to describe him as being mentally retarded. Marty was a little hesitant when he first introduced me to Lee. Other kids in the neighborhood teased Lee and picked on him. Marty didn't really think I would bully Lee, but he felt protective toward him. Looking back now, I think that was sweet of him, especially at that age. At the time I just shrugged it off. If Lee was Marty's friend, that was good enough for me. Lee was partially blind and wore dark glasses. I never questioned it. He couldn't play Monopoly or some of the other games Marty and I played together, but he could play Marco Polo just fine. Physically, he was two or three years older than Marty and me, but mentally I'd guess he was around five. Part kid brother, part older brother, we got along just fine. I couldn't help staring at the hair in his armpits when we all swam together. Both Marty's and my pits were still smooth. We never talked about stuff like that, but it had only been a couple of weeks since my first pubic hairs had sprouted. I knew where babies came from, but my dad had never said word one about what to expect during puberty. When I was in fifth grade, before I met Marty, my school had taken a field trip to the International Swimming Hall of Fame, which had an Olympic sized swimming pool. It was basically a swimming field trip. It was also the first time I'd ever changed into my swimsuit in a locker room. I was shy and waited until my friends had already changed before I found a locker. I was alone when I took off my school clothes and put on my swimsuit. Across from me an adult, short, frumpy, in his thirties, was also changing. I'd never seen my dad naked, or any male other than myself. I was curious and paused before taking off my underwear, and stared at him. He caught me looking and smiled, but nothing pervy. He undressed and I was shocked. He had so much pubic hair I could barely see his dick. I wasn't stupid. I didn't think he was a freak, I figured that's what happened when you grew up. I mean men had beards and boys don't, right? Clearly men have dick beards and boys don't. When I grow up I'll probably have that huge mass of hair on my crotch. I assumed that, just as some men shave their faces, men who didn't want that nest over their dick, shaved there as well. So, two weeks ago when I noticed those six or seven black hairs at the base of my dick my first reaction was confusion (the hair on my head is brown) and then sadness. I didn't want that big, huge mass of hair over my dick. I wasn't ready to have a beard on my face. I was only 11 for Christ's sake! I snuck in my parents' bathroom and took my dad's razor and shaved them all off, trying to stop puberty-a word I had no name for at the time-from proceeding. But four days later, another ten hairs had taken their place. I gave in to the inevitable. Luckily though I never grew the huge bush that man in the locker room had, just a sparse little bush over the root of my cock. But back to Marty and Lee. I had no idea if Marty had pubes or not. Like I said, we never talked about stuff like that. I didn't know if he was as intrigued by Lee's armpits as I was. I didn't know how to bring it up with him. I was sure that Lee, with his simple mind, would be easy to convince to show us his pubes, but that would be wrong. In 19something the TV show Kung Fu was popular. It starred David Carradine as an Oriental martial arts expert traveling the old west kicking ass using, well, Kung Fu, in the name of Justice. Years later when David Carradine died, the cause of death was autoerotic asphyxiation. He choked to death while jerking off with a belt wrapped around his neck. Kung Fu was one of Lee's favorite shows. When some of the neighborhood kids were bullying him, he'd had enough and channeled Caine, the character Carradine played. "Nu-Foo!" Lee yelled and spun around, flailing his arms, and kicking the air uselessly. The boys picking on him laughed at the retard who thought he knew kung fu but couldn't even say the word. "Nu-foo!" they said back to him, mocking his speech. "Ha! Nu-foo!" Lee said again and kung fu punched in his best Bruce Lee imitation, only instead of hitting the bully he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. Hard. And didn't let go. Marty told me about this while the three of us were swimming. I thought it was great. Lee only let go when the boy's mother came out to see why her son was howling like a dog in a bear trap. Soon, Nu-Foo replaced Marco Polo as our favorite game. We ran around the pool trying to grab each other by the balls, while doing our best to protect out own sack. Once we made successful contact we didn't squeeze like Lee squeezed the bully, we just held onto them firmly for a few seconds, long enough to establish we'd won. Both the victim and victor laughed hysterically, then the Nu-Foo champ let go and the game continued. The next week Marty was at my house and we played ping pong and Atari (ah, 19something. We thought Atari was the coolest thing ever.) The following weekend we were back at his house. Lee wasn't there this time, but that didn't stop Marty and me from playing Nu-Foo. Technically his Mom was supposed to be watching us, but was inside taking a nap, or watching TV. I had accidentally discovered masturbation a year before my pubes came in, again with no help from The Talk from Dad. For the longest time I didn't even know to associate it with sex or sexual thoughts. Here's how it happened: I've always been a voracious reader. I'd finished my library books and was desperate for something to read. The only thing available to me were my mother's magazines. I picked up her latest Cosmo magazine. It had little of interest to me and most of it was miles above my reading level, but there was an advice column of sorts in it. A woman had written in saying that when she was a little girl she discovered how good it felt to lay in the bathtub on her back, legs spread, under the faucet, and let the falling water hit her clitoris. (what the heck is a clitoris? Ten-year-old me wondered) Her mother walked in on her and went ballistic. She was traumatized, blah blah blah and to this day only takes 30 second showers, what can she do to overcome this? I don't remember now what the answer was. At the time I was too busy wondering why this would feel so good to her and wondering if I had a clitoris, and if falling water would feel good on it. When I went to take a bath that night I turned on the water and got the temperature where i wnated it. Then I got on my back and raised my legs and scooted down until I was under the falling stream. The water landed on my balls which was NOT pleasant. I tried shifting my position, but if I had a clitoris the water wasn't hitting it. Plus the knob of the drain was poking me in the back. I got up and knelt in front of the faucet instead. I grabbed my tiny penis and held it under the falling water Holy shit! It didn't stay tiny for long. It felt fantastic! I boned up instantly. I held my boner under the water marveling at these new feelings. I could easily understand why the woman in the letter did this every day. Within a couple of minutes the feeling suddenly intensified. It felt like a jolt of electricity connected the base of my spine with the head of my dick. I swear my eyes rolled up into my head. I wanted to keep doing this, but my dick was too sensitive. I thought I'd broken it. I pulled away from the water and stared at my penis. It was still hard and twitching. Eventually it returned do its flaccid state. After that, every bath started with my dick under the faucet and the falling water. One night when I pulled my dick away from the water after getting the feeling I noticed some clear fluid on the head of my dick. I ran my finger across it. It was slimy. Something came out of my dick when I had the feeling? What is it? That's when I finally put two and two together and realized it was sperm. But didn't Dad say sperm looked like milk? This is clear? Now that I realized I was sexing the bathtub I started *thinking* about sex when I did it, which made it even better. For some reason it also made it take a little longer, as I played out fantasies in my head, trying to time my actual climax with the one occurring in my imagination. It never bothered me that none of the fantasies involved women. They all involved guysfrom TV shows: Officer Jim Reed form Adam-12. Greg Brady from The Brady Bunch. Keith Partridge from The Partridge Family. Before long the tub was full of water before I had experienced the feeling. I pulled the plug so I could continue to run the water until I had my boygasm. The third night I did this my mother pounded on the bathroom door and yelled, "That's enough water!" "No, it isn't!' I yelled back. "YES IT IS!" I turned off the water in frustration and sat cross-legged in the bathtub, my tiny two inch hard on poking its head out of the water. ARGH! I hadn't had the feeling yet. I flicked my fingers against the head of my dick in disgust. Wait a minute. That wasn't as good as the water, but it was close. I didn't know to jack off properly, but I rubbed the head of my penis until I got the feeling and this time, with no falling water to wash anything away, I saw for the first time my penis spit out the clear ejaculate. So that's what it will like when I have sex. Weird. But back to playing Nu-Foo with Marty. It might have been just a game for him, but to me it was becoming an excuse to grab his crotch and hold on. Maybe I would get to feel his dick. Soon after the Nu-Foo game started I was no longer thinking of Officer Reed or Greg Brady when I jacked off, which I had finally learned to do properly. My cum was no longer clear. It wasn't yet the thick white spooge it would one day be, it was more like a translucent pearly goo. I found myself wondering if Marty jacked off. I wanted to ask him but how the hell do you bring up something like that? It was one of the weeks that we were at his house. We'd been swimming for an hour. His mom came out to tell us we needed to take a break and that she'd made us lunch. She'd made the homemade banana jam, I liked, and we had peanut butter and banana jam sandwiches. After she fed us she went to her sewing room in the back of the house. We wouldn't see her again unless we went looking for her. After lunch we went outside again. We'd been out of the pool long enough that our swimsuits were almost dry. Suddenly Marty shouted, "Ha! Nu-foo!" and tried to grab my balls. I laughed and feinted and ran away from him. He chased me around the pool. I whirled around, surprising him. "Ha! Nu-foo!" I said and my arm lunged out. I grabbed him, missing his balls, gripping his crotch just above his dick. He laughed and swatted at my hand, but I wouldn't release my prize. "Ow!" he said, still laughing. "You're pulling my hairs! God, don't you ever let go?" I looked into his brown eyes. I loosened my grip, but still held onto his swimsuit. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. "You have hairs?" I asked, glancing at the house to make sure his Mom hadn't come out from the back room. "Yeah. Don't you?" I nodded. I still gripped a handful of the material of his yellow trunks. It was now or never. I swallowed. "Can I see?" He stopped laughing. Now he glanced at the kitchen door, then back at me. "Okay. If I can see yours." I let go of his swimsuit and grabbed the waistband of mine. No one had seen me naked since that man in the locker room of the International Swimming Hall of Fame, and my mom the last time she'd changed my diaper when I was a baby, but I didn't hesitate. I pulled down the swimming suit and kicked it off. If his mother came out now and saw me naked, I'd be banned for life from ever coming back and Marty would certainly never be allowed back at my house. My dick was harder than it had ever been. Marty stared and said, "You got a boner." "I know. Sorry." "It's okay." I let him look for a seconds and then cleared my throat. "You said I could see yours," I reminded him." "Umm." "Marty!" He blushed. "I got a boner now too." My dick twitched. I don't know how I kept from squirting. "So? You saw mine. I don't care if you got one." Like hell I didn't care. When he still didn't reach for his swimsuit I did. I grabbed the yellow trunks andshoved it down to his knees. If he'd done that to me it would have snagged on my dick, which sticks straight out when it's hard. But his boner was almost vertical. I didn't know a boner could do that. I was pleased to see that he had about the same amount of pubic hair as I did. I was worried that he'd have more than me, but we were evenly matched. His hardon fascinated me, the way it pointed to the sky. Without thinking I reached out and grabbed it, trying to pull it down so it would be horizontal like mine. "OW!" he said. "Sorry!" I let it go and it snapped back to his belly. "Sorry," I said again. Without asking I ran my finger along the base of dick up to the head. He was cut, like me. At twelve years old, I had no idea that dicks came any other way. Marty gasped when I stroked his penis. I was pretty sure I hadn't hurt him this time. He confirmed that when he whispered, "Do that again." My own dick was begging for attention but that could wait. Marty's balls were small, but they hung loose in his sack. The sack that only moments ago I'd try to grab through his swimsuit. I cupped them, weighed them in my fingers, then released them and brought my fingers to my nose. I wanted to smell his scent. Sadly, all I smelled was the chlorine from the pool. "Please do it again," Marty said. I ran my finger along his throbbing boner once more, causing him to gasp again. "God, Butters that feels so good," I asked him something I'd been dying to know. "Do you ever play with it?" "Yeah, but it doesn't feel anything as good as that." "You mean this?" I said and did it again. This time he shuddered when he gasped. I was so na‹ve back then. I'd never seen porn, never read any dirty stories. I knew nothing of blowjobs. Even so, I wanted to suck it. But if pulling it away from his body hurt him, I didn't know how I could. It was sticking almost straight up. I didn't know how I could get it in my mouth without hurting him. So, I did the next best thing. I knelt in front of him and licked his cock, stroking it with my tongue the way I'd stroked it with my finger. "Oh shit!" I'd never heard Marth curse before. Hearing it now turned me on. I licked him again, this time running my tongue all over the head of his dick, paying special attention to the parts that felt the best on my dick when I played with it. "My nuts, rub my nuts while you do that," he said. I was reaching to jack my dick when he said that. I ignored my cock and instead reached for Marty's ball sack which wasn't hanging as loose as it had been a minute ago. I caressed it gently while I slobbered all over the head of his dick. "Harder, man!" he reached down and grabbed my hand, showing me how he wanted me to rub his balls. I increased the pressure. He took his hand off mine and grabbed his dick, easing it away from his body. So it was possible to do it, I'd just been too rough when I'd tried. He put his hand tentatively on my shoulder. "You can suck it if you want," He said. There was pleading in his tone and in his eyes. I slurped his boner, no bigger than my own 4 inches, into my mouth, and kept rubbing and tugging his nutsack. "Oh fuck," he moaned and I moaned right along with him, sucking his cock and bathing it with my tongue. I wasn't the world's greatest cocksucker but he twelve and getting his first blowjob. It didn't take long. "I'm gonna cum!" he announced. I'd never heard the word but knew what he meant. I pulled away, wanting to see it. I jerked his cock and rubbed his sack. He grunted and his goo, not quite as white as mine, shot out of his cock and hit me in the face. I waited until he was done and then wiped his cum off my cheek and used it as lube, rubbing it over my dick. It only took three strokes before my cum, thicker and whiter than his, landed on his shin. We put our suits back on and rinsed the cum off in the pool. Half an hour later my Dad picked me up. I wish I could say that was the beginning of a regular thing with us, but instead it was the end of us being best friends. We were still friends at school, but Marty was weirded out by what had happened. I no longer went to his house unless it was as part of a large group. He always had something else going on when I invited him to my house. He's married now. We never talk about that day. When I tried to bring it up once he pretended he didn't remember it. But for the next two years Marty was part of every jack off fantasy I had. Sometimes as part of a threesome with Greg Brady, sometimes when Officer Reed punished us when he caught us shoplifting, but usually it was just him and me, after playing Nu-Foo at his pool.