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This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find enjoyable, including boy on boy sex (eventually!) Read at your own peril. None of the characters in this story are based on anyone in real life. Any resemblance to someone real is purely coincidental. All rights of the story are reserved to the author.
In case you're wondering, this story begins on a slow burn and will increase in intensity, so please be patient. There will be those passionate events that we call come to Nifty for, but this story is about a first relationship and will follow that path. If you're wanting a story that more slam, bam, thank you ... sir, then you'll probably want to look elsewhere. :)
This is a shorter than normal, I pretty much wanted to conclude the events of Part 7... So it's not Part 8 -- It's 7B.
Life's getting busy with the holidays coming up, so parts might be a but farther in between. I might send out shorter parts like this one, so I can get them out more often....
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Comic Books Part 7B by Mike Anderson
PREVIOUSLY ....
JUST PAST MIDNIGHT ... SATURDAY JUNE 10
Tanner's dad had been adamant that he learn self-defense.That first day, the drop to ground had winded him for a moment, causing him to lose the opportunity. This time, he was already in a mindset of battle. As soon as Bart had moved in to tackle him, Tanner dropped his pillow, twisted and, before Bart could comprehend what was happening, Tanner had Bart on his stomach. Without stopping, Tanner used a half-nelson move and flipped Bart over onto this back. Bart's face was suddenly covered by Tanner's armpit.
Breathing hard, Bart managed to squeak out a muffled, "How the hell did you do that?"
"You call uncle?" was all Tanner asked.
Bart tried to rock his way back and forth from under Tanner's bulk, but between the softness of the mattress and Tanner's weight, there was no hope. He was able to reach Tanner's side with his free hand, tapped him three times and said, "uncle!" Tanner rolled off him.
"Five years of wrestling club .... I'm in the top weight class, if you haven't guessed." Tanner whacked his stomach and Bart laughed as he heard it jiggle.
Tanner was quiet for a moment and then offered, "If you want to hang with the girls tomorrow, that's cool with me."
"Nah," Bart replied, "They were way too clingy. They kinda give me a horror story stalker type vibe. I think I got an idea for tomorrow that you'll enjoy."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Wait and see ... I'm ready for bed." With that, Bart rolled on his side away from Tanner and closed his eyes. Tanner, who was quickly coming down from the second wind born of the wrestling, did the same.
Tanner rolled onto his back, closed his eyes and within minutes had drifted lightly to sleep. Images of leaves rustling in the breeze entered his mind. The breeze seemed to ripple over his body like lapping waves of the sea. Tanner found himself rising from the depths of slumber back to the waking world.
As consciousness returned, he began to realize that the rustling sound and rippling movement wasn't simply his dreams, but actually happening. A momentary confusion enveloped him as he tried to remember where he was ... At Bart's ... sleeping in his king bed ... with Bart .... with Bart....
He came fully awake ... Bart was in the same bed with him and the sheets were subtly moving in a slow but insistent periodic motion. He couldn't be doing ....
Surely Bart wasn't .... No .... Not with him in the bed ....
Tanner found himself holding his breath as the truth dawned on him ... BART WAS JACKING OFF NEXT TO HIM!
A strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement gripped Tanner. He fought the urge to move his hand, currently resting on his stomach, the half a foot to his quickly hardening shaft. Six hours earlier, being in bed with a guy while he was jacking off would have been the furthest thing from Tanner's mind. He would have said you couldn't pay him enough to do that....
But right now ... in the almost pitch black room ... with Bart only a couple feet away massaging his teenage spunk stick ... Tanner was finding excitement overruling embarrassment ... and surprisingly Tanner felt no revulsion at the idea at all. He figured that Bart must have thought that he was sound asleep. Tanner decided to let him remain in that delusion. Tanner was finding his subtle voyeurism enticing.
Tanner's words from earlier came to mind, that he expected anyone who shared his bed to put out. At the time, Tanner had understood those words exactly as Bart had intended, which is to say simply typical teenage banter. But now, with Bart jacking right there next to him ... and his own friskiness growing ... he began to form a picture in his mind of Bart's hand rubbing his chest.
Bart's stroking sped up a bit and he let out a soft grunt. Tanner was assailed with a pungent smell that he recognized from his own efforts at self-pleasure ... Bart's spunk.
The aroma tripped some switch in his brain, shutting down his caution and Tanner heard himself remark, "Guess I won't need to put out..."
Bart froze instantly ...
Why the hell did I say that? Tanner asked himself silently. Well, he knows I'm awake now. Tanner gave into the need to look over at Bart. The room wasn't as dark as he first thought now that his eyes were accustomed to it. He saw Bart still had his hand sunk down into his boxers.
Bart turned his head and with a chagrined look on his face whispered sheepishly, "sorry ... it's been awhile since ... " He glanced briefly down towards his crotch. "Talking about the girls .... And ... " Bart seemed to be about to add more, but trailed off instead.
The cum smell was starting to get to Tanner ... and not in a way he'd have expected. He wasn't grossed out ... It was making him EXCITED. Like it had a mind of its own, Tanner's hand did travel the six inches and began to massage his thickening rod. His fingers touch skin and he discovered the tip had poked through his fly. Part of his mind was aghast that he was fondling himself right in front of Bart, but Tanner could stop. He wanted Bart to see him playing which his dick.
Tanner's hand movement drew Bart's eye. His discomfort, while not disappearing entirely, faded significantly. "Same boat,huh?" He whispered, with a slight huskiness in his voice.
Tanner could only mutter, "yeah" as he became more brazen. Bart rolled onto his side, this time facing Tanner and was unabashedly watching Tanner stoke the upper part of his shaft, which expanded further out of his boxer piss slit.
A few moments passed and then Bart cleared his voice to lose the huskiness and offered, "I gotta clean up ... why don't you take care of business while I'm in the bathroom." He pulled his hand out of his shorts and sat himself up, using only his left hand to avoid getting spunk on his sheets. As he got out of bed, an impulse came over him and he leaned over the bed and grazed his cum drenched hand over Tanner's, leaving a couple of dollops of boy juice behind. Not sure why he had felt the need to do that, he straightened up and hurried into the bathroom.
Leaving the lights off (and the door open) Bart washed his hands and got a washcloth wet so he could clean his pubes. He finished and wandered over to the door. He had a strong desire to listen to Tanner do his deed.
He could hear the rhythmic slapping of Tanner going to town. He either didn't care or wasn't concerned about Bart hearing him.
Tanner for his part was completely lost in his stroking. Bart's deposit of cum had slid through his fingers was now acting as lube on his penis. More than that, it seemed to be charged with something that left Tanner tingling, thinking about Bart's spunk on his cock.
Tanner was pretty decently endowed for his age. Last time he'd measure, his inflated cock was just shy of 7". He'd pushed his boxers down and was going to town. When he finally exploded, his volleys of cum sailed up to almost his chin and subsequent spurts left a trail down his chest ... right on his pajama shirt, which he had forgotten to remove.
Bart decided it was ok to return and left the bathroom. Tanner was letting his breath return to normal. It registered with Bart, that he enjoyed seeing Tanner lying there with his spent cock exposed. He was thoroughly mesmerized by that red bush of his. Too bad I can't see them in the light. Bart shook himself, what the hell were those thoughts about?
Tanner sat up and hunched over slightly, letting his sleep shirt cover his midsection. He glanced over at Bart. "Sleeping naked?" he asked.
Bart, who had returned from the bathroom with no close on, climbed under the covers and said, "I only got one more pair of clean underwear, and I want to save them for tomorrow." With that, he rolled onto his side away from Bart and, having relieved himself of his hornyness quickly fell asleep.
Tanner wasted no time heading to the bathroom to clean up. Deciding on the spot to follow Bart's lead, he shucked his clothe and returned to bed, also in the nude.
Except for a few notable occasion, nothing else happened of this nature between the boys the rest of that summer. Every weekend they'd end up sleeping over at Bart's, but both would take some opportunity on Friday afternoons to take care of business in order to avoid a repeat. They never talked about their semi-mutual toss-off. But they also never wore clothes when they slept in the same bed....
More to come....
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