Date: Sun, 09 Aug 2020 01:10:41 +0000 From: Interrobangbang Subject: What Are Friends For - Part 1 Nifty keeps you fapping, and fapping keeps you happy. So, if you're able, consider making a donation to keep all this amazing content free. Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about a couple of pre-teen boys discovering their sexuality. If such things offend you, or if you're not allowed to look at it in your area, please go away. For all others, please enjoy! Gay (m/m) What Are Friends For? By Interrobang It was the summer holiday, and my friends and I spent most of our days together, riding bikes around the neighborhood, blowing our limited allowances on candy and soda, playing video games, and occasionally getting into minor mischief. We never got into any serious trouble, though, so none of the parents paid too much attention to what we were doing moment to moment. We were their little boys, and that was all that mattered. I was a summer baby, and it was right after my twelfth birthday that I discovered my penis. This was at a time when parents didn't really talk about sex with their kids until and unless it became necessary. Fortunately for my parents, who were always uncomfortable around issues of sex, it never really became necessary. Even though I was a good looking kid, athletic, smart, and sorta funny (as far as kids go), I never really showed much interest in girls. I certainly never had any "girlfriends." My parents never asked, and I never mentioned anything, which I think was just fine by them. Of course, it wasn't that I wasn't interested in sex. It was just that, even by my twelfth birthday, I knew I was different from my friends, many of whom had begun talking about girls in the clueless manner of 12-year-olds. When one of my friends managed to score a Playboy from his dad's collection, we all met up in the woods behind one of the neighborhood churches and poured over it, fascinated by the pictures within. We made our ignorant comments (myself included) about wanting to hump this model or that model, despite not knowing any specifics of how sex worked. But, while the rest of my friends were eager to go back almost every day to look at the one nudie mag we'd scored, I quickly lost interest, and would instead try to convince them to go back to one of our houses to play videogames or something. Ironically, I was the first of us to figure out how to use my penis for anything other that peeing. I'd been getting erections pretty regularly by that point, as I knew my friends had, since we joked about boners all the time, with anyone who suffered the indignity of throwing wood in the midst of the others being mercilessly derided and called a queer. None of us, though, really knew what to do with our hard little dicks, aside from just trying to hide them, or at night in bed, finding novel ways to stimulate them without really knowing why or to what end. For my part, each night in bed I would reach down and fondle my little 3-inch stiffy inside my white briefs until I wore myself out and fell asleep. Nothing ever came of it, and I didn't really understand why I liked playing with it. Nevertheless, not a night passed that I didn't have my hands in my underpants inexpertly rubbing and tugging at my little boy nail until I conked out. This went on for months, and though I still didn't know where it was heading, but I could feel that it was definitely leading to something. At a certain point, during my nightly proto-jerkoff sessions, I would experience a sensation that I was going to pee if I went any further. So, of course, I'd get up and go to the bathroom, only to find that I really didn't need to pee that bad after all. Finally, after several nights of false starts, I decided to see what would happen if I just didn't stop. I did hedge my bets by sneaking a towel into my room just in case I had to clean up a bunch of pee, but I didn't need it, not for that anyway. I started stroking my little cocklet in what had become my standard grip: thumb and two forefingers of *each* hand placed on either side of my penis, stroking up and down in tandem. As I lay there frantically stroking my rock-hard little cock, I recognized the now-familiar feeling like I needed to pee bubbling up. Ignoring it, I soldiered on, both my arms now wildly moving up and down at a furious pace, my forearms getting seriously tired from the sustained effort. Finally, just when I thought I couldn't keep it up any longer, a feeling unlike any I'd felt before coursed through my body, radiating out from my loins, culminating in my first, overwhelming climax. I involuntarily curled up into a stomach crunch, mouth agape, as the feeling overtook me. I felt my little boy boner pulsating as... something pumped out from it and into my underwear, but the sensation was so breathtakingly wonderful that I couldn't care in that moment what it could be. Once the feeling subsided, and I had a chance to catch my breath, I pulled back the covers to survey the damage. In the darkness, I couldn't see anything, but I could at least feel that my bed and sheets were not sopping wet with pee. My underpants, on the other hand, were a mess, as I already knew when I earlier felt some of the whatever-it-was moisten my hands. I turned on my bedroom light to get a better look, and was absolutely baffled to find my underwear filled with a monster load of boycream. Having no idea what an ejaculation or semen was, and far too embarrassed to ask my parents, I wiped off my withered little penis with the towel I'd grabbed, and changed my underwear, hiding away the cum-filled briefs until I could figure out what to do with them. Each night thereafter, I would hurry off to bed as soon as it was bedtime, eager to relive my recent discovery, shoving my underpants down and violently jerking my little prong until the feeling swept over me and I unloaded my goo onto my belly. Then I would grab the same pair of soiled undies, and wipe up my cum before stashing it away again. Eventually, that pair of undies would become so cum-encrusted that I had to just throw it away in the outside trash. Thankfully I was forward-thinking enough to realize that was unsustainable, and switched to using toilet paper to contain my messes. One day, a few days after my first orgasm, my friend Adam and I were at my house, plopped on the floor in front of my TV, playing Nintendo. He was my best friend of our little gang, and was a few months older than me, so I thought maybe he'd know more about what was going on than I did, or at the very least wouldn't make as much fun of me as the rest of the gang would. "Hey, Adam?" I began. "What's that, Ben?" He responded, still focused on the game. "Hey, do you, like, get boners a lot?" I asked, cautiously. He side-eyed me, but kept playing. "Yeah, all the time. Everyone does, I think," he replied. "Do you... do you know why? Like, what they're for?" I asked. "I don't know, dude. I think it just happens. Why?" "Well, do you ever, like, play with it?" I dared to ask. "Haha, what, you mean like jacking off or something?" He replied. We had heard the term "jacking off" from some of the older boys, and would sometimes do the classic masturbation motion with one hand as a joke, usually while calling someone a queer for doing something completely benign. Of course, that was the extent of our understanding on the matter. "I don't know, maybe," I replied, meekly. "I mean, I guess, sometimes at night in bed, just 'cause it's there," Adam confessed. "Why, do you?" "Yeah, sometimes. I mean, like you said, in bed just 'cause." "Yeah, well don't tell the others, or they'll never shut up about it," he joked, though I knew he was at least half-serious. I gave a halfhearted chuckle in reply, then pushed ahead. "So, has anything ever, like, happened when you, you know, played with it?" I then asked. "What do you mean?" "Like, have you ever, you know, felt something happen when you were doing that, like gotten a weird feeling?" I elaborated. "Um, not really. Why? What happened when you did it?" Adam asked, his curiosity now piqued. I steeled myself before answering. "OK, so something happened the other night, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone, OK?" I began. "OK," Adam replied, confused. "Promise?" "Yeah, OK, I promise. Now tell me!" He said, impatiently. "OK, so the other night I was... playing with it, when I started getting this weird feeling like I had to go pee or something, but not really. So I kept going and then I got like this really weird, really strong feeling in my body, and then I felt this stuff come out of my wiener" I raced through the major plot points as though the faster I said it, the less weird it would sound. It didn't work, and Adam erupted into a fit of laughter. "Holy shit, Ben, you wet the bed?!" He managed to ask through his hysterics. "No, it wasn't, dude, shut up!" I implored, gently, unable to stop myself from giggling just from how funny Adam thought it was. "No, it wasn't pee," I continued. "At least I don't think so. It was like this weird gooey stuff that was kinda white and like, way thicker than pee." "What?!" Adam asked, now baffled. "Yeah, it was so weird." "Well, what do you think it was?" he asked. "I don't know, but it definitely wasn't pee." I let that sit for a second before continuing. "Also, when it happened, it felt really weird, but like, really good. Like, really, really good!" "Like, what kind of good?" He asked, now very curious. "I don't know, it was sorta like... like going down a roller coaster or something, that feeling in your stomach, but, like, different 'cause I didn't feel like I was gonna be sick or nothing. It kinda tickled all inside of me and, I don't know, it just felt really good." I explained, as best I could. "Whoa! What do you think it was?" He asked again. "I don't know, but... I did it again the next night, too, just to see if it would happen again, and it did! And it felt just as great as the first time!" "Wow. I wonder what it is," He said, in genuine amazement. "I don't know, but I've been doing it every night in bed, and always feels really, really awesome every time." "Hunh," he said, stumped. "Yeah, so, um, maybe you could, like, try it and see if the same thing happens to you?" I suggested, cautiously. "Dude, I'm not jacking off right here, you queer!" He said, in mock outrage. "I don't mean right now, stupid. I mean at home in your room or something, just to see if, you know, you get the feeling, too." I replied. "Yeah, maybe. Sounds kinda crazy." "Whatever you do, though, make sure you have some tissue or a towel or something to clean up with, 'cause it kinda makes a mess." I suggested. "Hunh, alright," he said, before returning his focus to the game we were playing. ---- I didn't see Adam for like a week after that because he went on a camping trip the next day with his parents and his cousins' family or something. As soon as he got back he called to make sure I was at home, and then told me very excitedly that he was riding his bike over. Approximately two minutes later he was screeching into my driveway, letting his bike fall to the pavement. All of us lived within just a couple blocks of each other, so our parents quickly accepted a sort of revolving-door policy where us boys were concerned. At any time, any combination of the six or seven of us would come and go from each other's houses with nary a moment's notice. Adam gave a perfunctory "hello" to my mom, who was outside working in the garden, as he barged through the front door, making a bee line down the hall to my room where I was sitting on the floor playing Nintendo. He had barely closed the bedroom door before exclaiming in hushed tones: "Dude, it happened to me, too!" "What?" I asked, confused. "The feeling you told me about. I played with my boner just like you said, and I started feeling weird, like I had to pee, but I remembered you said it wasn't that, so I kept going, and then I got that crazy feeling all through my body, and the same gooey stuff shot out of my wiener!" Adam recounted his first orgasm in a single enthusiastic breath. "Whoa, seriously?! How did it feel?" I asked, excited at knowing I wasn't some weirdo. "Oh my god, so good! I couldn't believe it! It was so awesome, I did it again like five minutes later, and it didn't feel quite as good, and I didn't shoot as much as the first time, but still, it was pretty great!" "You did it twice in a row? I never even thought of that," I said, seriously wondering why I never thought to do it twice in a row. "Yeah, and get this: I went camping with two of my cousins, who are older than me, and so I asked them about it when we were off swimming, 'cause they're cool, and they said that that stuff that shot out is called 'cum' or 'jizz,' and that the feeling when it happens is called 'cumming'," Adam continued. "'Coming'? Like, "coming over to my house'?" I asked, unclear. "Yeah, I don't know, that's just what they called it. They actually said the feeling is called like an 'orgasm' or something, but that they just call it 'cumming'." "Wow," I said, in equal parts amazement and relief. "Yeah, and..." Adam began. "Like, don't think this is queer or nothing, 'cause they said it was a big deal, and said all guys do it. But they were all excited, and said I'm a big kid now, and asked me if I wanted to jack off with them there in the lake." He looked at me wide-eyed, waiting for my reaction. "What?!" I asked, incredulous. "Did you do it?" "Yeah, 'cause like I said it wasn't a big deal. So, they just pulled down their swim trunks and starting playing with their boners, and so I did, too," Adam said. "Did, like, their boners look any different?" I asked, very curious. "Yeah, they're both a couple years older than me, and theirs were like way bigger than mine. And they had hair down there, too!" "They had hair on their wieners?" "No, it was like just above their wieners, like a little patch of hair. They said now that I can cum, I'll probably start growing hair there soon, too." "Really?" I asked, astonished. "Does that mean I'll grow hair down there, too?" "I think so. And so we all started jacking off in the lake, and they said I was doing it wrong, so they showed me do it by just wrapping my hand around my boner, like making a fist, and rubbing up and down, and they showed me by doing it that way, too. That was neat 'cause it was way easier to do it that way," Adam explained. "Did you see them shoot their cum?" I asked, riveted. "Yeah, well, we were kinda floating in the water at first, but it was only like up to our thighs when we stood up, and then we were all jacking off together, and then one of my cousins, Nick, he's 14, and he says 'I'm gonna cum,' and then he shoots a bunch of cum out of his boner. It went really far, like three feet or something, before it hit the water. And then my other cousin, Jamie—he's a year older than Nick—he starts moaning as he's jacking off, and then he kinda like growled a little when he came, and it didn't really shoot out that far, it just mostly like oozed out of his wiener, but there was a lot of it!" "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, and then, so I was the only one left, and I was jacking like they showed me, like real hard, even though I was kinda nervous 'cause, like, I've never done it in front of anyone, and they're like egging me on, like 'You can do it,' and 'There you go, buddy.' And then I felt the feeling again, and I kinda like leaned back, and then I came, and shot like two shots of cum out, and it probably went like almost two feet away. And when I came they both were like cheering for me and saying 'Good job' and stuff. It was pretty awesome," Adam concluded. "Wow. Weren't you afraid that someone might see you?" I asked. "Nah, there was like no one there at the lake except us, and our parents were all back at the campsite drinking wine and smoking these stinky cigarettes." "Man, that's crazy." I said. "Yeah, it was," Adam confirmed, smiling all the while. Then, "Hey, so, do you think you're mom's gonna come in anytime soon?" he asked conspiratorially. "I don't think so. She's pulling weeds, so she'll probably be out there for hours. Why?" I asked. "Do you wanna, you know, jack off?" He asked. "You mean right now? Here?" "Yeah, I can show you the way my cousins taught me to do it," he said, by way of justification. All during his story, I was hyper-aware of my own boner, and reached down a couple times to adjust it during his story. Now that I knew you could do it more than once per day, I was keen to jack off as soon as possible. Plus, even though I'd been doing it every night, I hadn't really refined my method at all, so I was legitimately curious about this other, better way of doing it. "OK!," I whispered, excited at what we were about to do. We shuffled a bit so that we were sitting facing each other, both of us clearly excited, but neither making a move. Finally, Adam got up on his knees and started unbuttoning his shorts, and in one move, pulled his shorts and underwear down around his knees, then returned to his sitting position with his legs crossed. Adam's hard boy nail was already sticking up in anticipation. He was only a few months older than me, but he was definitely bigger than me in every way. A little taller, and a fair bit heavier. Not that he was fat or anything; he just had kind of a soft, squishy body compared to my skinny, athletic one. His boner looked bigger than mine, too—maybe close to 4 inches, and a little thicker. It looked pretty neat, and I was kinda hypnotized by it. "Well, are you gonna do it too, or what?" He implored, snapping me out of my reverie. "Oh yeah," I said, and also got on my knees to pull down my shorts and underwear, revealing my own smaller 3-inch boner as I sat back down. "Nice one!" Adam said, causing me to smile. "OK, so now wrap your hand around your boner and make a fist, like this." "Which hand?" I asked. "I don't know, whichever one feels better, I guess." I grabbed my boner with my left hand, wrapping all my fingers around it. "Like this?" I asked. "Yeah, now just start moving your hand up and down like this," and with that, Adam began stroking his penis there in front of me. I mirrored his movements with my own hand, and immediately felt the difference proper technique can make, as my sensitive little penis responded to the increased sensation by sending jolts of pleasure down my cocklet. I looked up at Adam to see he had his eyes closed as he, too, enjoyed the now-familiar pleasure of jacking off. After only a couple of minutes, I started feeling my orgasm approaching, when suddenly Adam interrupted me. "Wait a minute. Let's take our shorts all the way off so we don't get any jizz on them," he suggested, completely pulling off his shorts and underwear, and putting them aside. "Good idea," I said, and did the same. Adam returned to his cross-legged, hunched forward pose, eyes closed as he resumed his deliberate stroking, lost in the moment. I sat in the same position less than two feet away, but I had my eyes open the whole time, watching my friend pleasure himself, which somehow made my stroking feel better. Another minute later, the orgasm began building again, this time without interruption. "Dude, I'm gonna shoot," I declared as I kept pumping my hard penis. I noticed Adam open his eyes long enough to watch my orgasm take me over. Breathing heavily, I straightened up and shot two ropes of thin, milky cum from my little boycock, which landed on the floor in front of me, mere inches from Adam's feet. I continued slowly stroking as the rest of my load oozed out of my hard penis. "Cool! Now watch me," Adam instructed. As I was coming down from my orgasmic high, Adam was revving up. His eyes closed again, and he pumped faster and faster until finally, he too reached his climax, opening his eyes to watch two volleys of his own milky cum erupt from his 4-inch cock. But, whereas mine landed harmlessly on the floor between us, his cum shot way up, and floated in the air before landing right on my bare feet, causing me to wince, and Adam to erupt in laughter. "Ew, dude, you came on me, what the hell?!" I said, slightly grossed out, but also smiling, amused despite myself. Adam was still lightly stroking his dick, squeezing out the last of his boycream as his laughter died down. "I'm sorry, dude, I didn't mean to do that. I guess we should sit further apart next time," he suggested, still giggling. "Yeah, no kidding, you buttface," I shot back, smiling. The fact that he suggested there would be a "next time" did not escape my notice. Now spent, we both put our shorts and underwear back on, cleaned up the mess on the floor, and set about actually playing videogames, as if nothing had happened. However, our relationship fundamentally changed from this point on. From then on, any time we hung out just the two of us, we would jack off together. After a while, we even brought the rest of our gang into the fold, telling them all about jacking off and cumming. By the end of the summer, during our sleepovers or camp-outs, which happened once or twice a week, whatever else we would do, we would always end the night with a circle jerk, comparing boners, and seeing who could shoot their cum the farthest or the quickest. I always took full advantage of every opportunity to look at my friends' penises, fascinated by their shape and size, and felt an unconscious desire to touch theirs. We never took it any further than just jacking off together, though. Even when it was just me and Adam, my best friend, we never crossed the line into jacking each other off. That is, until a couple summers later, when Adam had an accident while skateboarding, and found himself in dire need of a helping hand... --- That's it for part 1 of this story. I always enjoy getting feedback from readers, so feel free to email me with your comments (clean or deliciously filthy), give me suggestions, share similar memories, or just say hello. And hey, if you liked this story, maybe you'll like my other ones. Behold, links! https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/first-step-into-a-larger-world/ (A father helps his son learn about his body after discovering the boy has had his first wet dream) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/young-studs/ (A man and a teenage boy apply to a porn website to double-team a girl. But, what happens when the girl doesn't show?) Until next time, fap on, my friends.