D'n'M Part2
From Chapter 3:
"You going for a quickie today?" asked Dan
"Hadn't thought about it. Anything you particularly need The Master's guidance with?" came the reply.
"Let's not rush things like we usually do. Why not see who can make it last the longest." Dan was keen to take this opportunity to cement their new understanding.
"Most certainly young Paduwan. A good idea that is."
Chapter 4:
Milo lifted his hips from the bed and grabbed the elasticated waist band of his shorts. As he pulled them down, his rigid dick got caught in the fabric but then sprang back, catapulting a volley of pre-cum onto his lower abdomen. Milo took no notice and continued to peel the shorts down his legs. Dan, however, did notice and was impressed, both with the size of Mini M and with the amount of pre-cum it was already producing. He could feel that the end of his own dick was still completely dry.
Usually the two boys were so desperately keen to get on with the important business of unloading their teenage jizz that their shorts remained at half mast, midway between hip and knee. This time, in recognition of the decision not to race to the finishing line, Milo's shorts continued down his legs, over his feet and onto the bedroom floor. Now, for the first time ever, he lay completely naked on D's bed. Something told him that this was one of life's more important moments, a significant marker in the story of his friendship with Dan. If his friend wasn't disconcerted by the lack of clothing then, maybe, the gayness thing' genuinely wasn't a thing' at all. The next few minutes, Milo thought, could prove to be the ultimate test of D's acceptance of their differing sexualities. However, laying there thinking about it wouldn't provide any sort of evidence, what was needed was action.
"What you waiting for, D?"
"Ugh? Oh sorry, I was watching all that pre-cum. Impressive, or what?"
"Yeah, I always seem to make lots. Don't know why. Maybe cos, unlike your little' friend, I'm cut."
Milo had often had reason to be grateful for his very efficient pre-cum-making factory, as it meant he didn't always need to rely on added lube to help his jerk-off sessions. After that first time when he'd been introduced to the commercial product by D, he had discovered that it was both expensive and difficult to get hold of. Difficult and embarrassing. In fact, so embarrassing that he'd had to persuade D's brother, Tom, to buy it for him. All of this meant that he was grateful for the many occasions when his body produced enough of its own natural lube that he didn't have to rely on using any of his precious reserve.
"I'll tell you what," said Dan, "this time, you show me one of your favourite methods and I'll copy you, then next time we can swap around."
"Deal," replied Milo, surprised but pleased by this suggestion, "but don't go interrupting by asking lots of questions, `cos we both need to concentrate to achieve maximum cum value."
"Agreed. Lead on cum master," grinned Dan.
Still amazed that Dan had been surreptitiously taking jerk-off lessons from him, but not needing any further encouragement to get this next instruction session underway, Milo moved both his hands away from his, now, fully primed boydick. One he moved upwards and employed to gently stroke his abdomen, exploring the area which, within the next few months, would begin to develop a visible four-pack. The other he dropped a few inches to the underside of his ball sack and began carefully massaging the sensitive contents.
Approximately twelve inches to Milo's left, a second pair of hands studiously copied.
It wasn't long before Milo was aware of a growing area of wetness a few inches below his tummy button and knew that, as usual, lots more pre-cum was oozing out.
"If you need to, D, this might be a good time to get out your lube."
"Nah, I'm good for now, thanks. Maybe later. What's next? I'm getting goose-bumps."
"That's good. Try rubbing around your nipples. Sometimes that really gets my dick excited."
So they did, and two teenage dicks suddenly bounced upwards as if they were on strings.
"That work for you?" enquired Milo.
"Oh yeah. It's like they're wired together. But you said no questions."
"You're right. Sorry. So, keep rubbing your balls and move your other hand away from your nipples and slowly down towards your dick."
Dan did as he was instructed and then watched as Milo began to comb his fingers through the small crop of mostly straight and very soft hair that was cushioning his rigid boydick. It wasn't long, however, before Milo was dragging the nails of the three middle fingers of the same hand up and down the underside of the twitching joystick.
Again, Dan copied every move.
Soon Milo was so caught up with what he was doing and feeling that he completely forgot about his role as D's jerk-off tutor. He revelled in his total nakedness and the warm air playing over his exposed body. His balls began to tingle in response to the on-going massage and that feeling increased and rippled down into his legs and up to his abdomen when he bent his knees to lift his feet onto the bed, simultaneously allowing his fingers to creep down the taint towards his butt crack.
Now, completely absorbed in the warm wash of sexual excitement, Milo's breath became faster and shallower and Dan became aware of a quiet moaning sound. As Milo allowed one hand to scoop up some of the copious pre-cum that was pooling in his tummy button, Dan reached for the lube. Thus equipped, he mirrored Milo who was now circling his engorged dickhead with a sticky palm whilst simultaneously running the middle finger of his other hand around his exposed butt hole.
It was only now, as his hips began to squirm and then rise up from the bed, and his production of pre-cum was at maximum flow, that Milo began to stroke up and down his dick, firmly gripping his rigid member, encircling it with all four fingers and thumb. The speed of the stroking quickly increased and, had Dan not now been completely caught up in his own jerk-off journey, he would have seen M's midsection lifted completely off the bed and four strong volleys of teenage cum shoot out of the crimson dickhead, splattering up the midline of his abdomen.
As a spent jerk-off tutor lowered himself back down to horizontal, he was just in time to witness one of the great mile-stones of his best friend's boyhood -- shooting cum. Okay, so there wasn't much and it didn't go far, but two blasts definitely exploded out of his dick, half way up to his tummy button, before the after-shock dribbled down the shaft of his dick and over D's fingers. D let out a whoop of triumph.
"Oh wow. I'm a shooter!"
"Am I the greatest teacher, or what?" Milo responded. "Watch and learn, kid. Watch and learn!"