This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M. As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys and, in one instance, involving a boy and an adult man. However, sex is not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all. Part 2 consists of 21 chapters, all of which are written and which will appear on this platform twice each week. It will make more sense if you read Part 1 before starting on this second instalment.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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D'n'M Part2
From Chapter 4:
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 lift 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 -- his first cum-shoot. Okay, so there wasn't much and it didn't go far, but two volleys 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!"
Chapter 5:
Dan lowered his mid-section back down onto the bed, his face split by a huge grin, totally excited by this new accomplishment. He offered up his hand for a high five. It was only as their palms collided and fresh cum spattered onto their naked bodies, that Milo realised he had just been slapped by D's cum-coated jerk-off hand. He let out an enraged growl and immediately threw himself on top of his friend, pinning both of Dan's hands above his head, taking care to avoid any additional cum-contamination, by holding him by the wrists.
Milo was only pretend angry, as Dan could tell by the ear-to-ear smile that bisected M's face. Suddenly, though, the smile vanished as Milo glanced down and realised that, not only was he sitting naked on top of D's lower abdomen, not only was he squashing D's oh-so-sensitive and recently jerked-off dick, not only was that squashed and still semi-stiff dick perilously close to his butt hole, but his own now floppy dick was leaking the last of its cum load onto Dan's tummy.
"Oh crap, D. I'm so sorry," he muttered as he hurriedly released the captured wrists and rolled off his friend, off the bed entirely and onto the bedroom floor. Milo was horrified. How could he have let himself get so carried away? What had possessed him to roll his totally naked body onto Dan's equal nakedness? (Regular readers will suspect a certain half of Milo's mind had had more than a little to do with this course of events, and they wouldn't be wrong.) What the f... (No, he wouldn't even think the word, even in such extreme circumstances.) ... What the crap had got into him? D was gonna hate him now, for sure. The gay-boy leaking cum onto the straight best friend's tummy? Oh nooooooo!!
Dan was about to open his mouth to shrug off M's exuberance and make a joke of it when he became aware that tears were forming in his friend's eyes and a look of complete dismay had crumpled his face. He immediately guessed what was going through M's mind; guessed that M would be thinking that bringing their naked bodies together AND leaking cum onto D's tummy would be the end of the world -- the end of their friendship, at the very least.
Well fuck that. (Unlike Milo, Dan had no scruples about swearing).
True to the old adage that actions speak louder than words, Dan used both hands and began to rub his tummy, knowing full well that he was mixing together both his own and M's cold cum (yuk), smearing it all over his torso. And if that wasn't enough to convince the, now, open-mouthed Milo that there was nothing for him to be sorry for, he decided to add some final words of reassurance.
"Jeez. I thought being taught what jerking-off was all about by Tom was the greatest thing ever but, M, you just knocked that experience out of the park. That was the best cum, buddy. The best."
Milo's mind (all of it) instantly rewound to that day in the park, the scene of the Big Scary Conversation. D had amazed him then by his genuine and unquestioning acceptance of Milo's gayness, and here was his friend, his totally unbelievable and extraordinary friend, doing exactly the same again. Naked or not, there was only one thing to do, so he did it -- he climbed back onto the bed, pulled D into a sitting position, and hugged him.
"Thank you D. You're incredible," he choked out through his tears. "I owe you -- again."
"Me? No, you're the incredible one. And I think you mean that I owe you."
Milo couldn't help but look baffled.
"You got me to shoot cum, really shoot it. Thanks to you I'm a man!"
Milo broke the hug and decided he needed to stop the crying and get a grip. This was no time, he felt, for wimpishness or excessive emotions on his part. Normal `best buds forever' service needed to be resumed. Reaching out for a brotherly fist bump he said, "Yeah, well, it is a pretty good jerk-off technique, even if I say so myself. Glad you liked it. Always works for me."
Dan, still grinning widely, nodded his approval. "Making it last sure feels good, though sometimes I'm so desperate to cum that I just need to go for it. Know what I mean?" he asked.
"Sure do," Milo replied. "That method I save as a `special', and it's never the first one of the day. And only when I know, one hundred percent, that I'm not gonna get caught, especially by my mum. She'd freak from here to Christmas. And Kate would be the same."
Dan, still smiling, nodded knowingly, but the smile quickly faded as he became aware that his mid-section was beginning to itch.
"Hey. I need to shower. This stuff is icky."
"Yeah, and sticky," Milo joked, surveying his own cum-spattered torso. "You know, I've got my own cum down my front and yours on my back where you hugged me."
"Oh, sorry M. That's gross," Dan replied apologetically.
"Not as bad as me leaking cum all over you. I don't understand how you're not weirded out."
"Just goes to show what a perfect example of humanity I am," Dan grinned once more, quickly dodging to one side as Milo aimed a pillow at his head.
"Perfect eh? I don't think so, Mr. newbie Cum-shooter."
"Yay! Cum-shooter! Cum-shooter," Dan chanted.
"Okay. Okay. Keep it down. You don't have to tell the whole neighbourhood. So, are you gonna go shower or am I?"
Milo was hoping that, in typical Nifty story tradition, D would suggest that they should both shower together and that another hot scene of boy-on-boy sex would result, so he had to struggle to hide his disappointment when Dan announced that he would go first and then, while Milo was cleaning himself up, he'd go and tell his mum that M would be staying for dinner and then sleeping over.
Which is exactly what happened. While Dan showered, Milo used the time to text his dad with the arrangements for the evening and night, and when, twenty minutes later, he emerged from the shower, damp, pink and naked, he found clean boxers, T and shorts laid out for him and two messages on his phone, one from his dad telling him to have a good time and one from D warning him that the pizza was downstairs in the kitchen and getting cold. Milo was dressed and down those stairs at close to the speed of sound.
After the meal the two boys joined Dan's parents in the living room to watch t.v. with them for an hour or so. If only his home could be this cosy and relaxed thought Milo; if only his parents could call some sort of truce or cease-fire; if only he was four years older and safely away at college. If only.
It was when Dan's gentle doze-induced breathing became full-on snoring that Roger Reed suggested that it was time for them to go to bed. D'n'M didn't argue, bidding their good nights and taking themselves back up to Dan's room. With teeth cleaned and bladders emptied, clad only in their underwear and lying companionably side by side, their pre-sleep conversation soon turned to reflections of their earlier jerk-off experience.
"I still can't really believe that I can finally shoot," declared Dan. "Wait till I tell Tom, he'll be stoked."
"I wish I had a big brother to talk to about that sort of stuff. You're really lucky."
"Yeah, I know, though I wish he wasn't so far away. Anyway, you have got a brother, even if he isn't so big."
"Huh?"
"Me, you moron, I'm your brother. We're just not related," explained Dan.
"Yeah, you're right, and I do appreciate it. Honestly. I just think you don't always realise how lucky you are."
"You mean, your folks and stuff?" ventured Dan.
"Yeah," sighed Milo. "If they're not sniping at each other they're giving each other the silent treatment. It's so lame. I wish they'd either grow up and sort it out or get a divorce. I can't wait to be old enough to leave."
Dan really didn't like the sound of that. "Don't talk that way. What would I do without my moron brother?"
"Hey! Who are you calling a moron?" demanded Milo with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Show some gratitude to your cum-shooting master or I'll fix it so you never cum again. Snip! Snip! Snip!" he cackled, making a sinister scissor-cutting motion with his fingers. Dan responded by wildly kicking off the bed clothes and dramatically covering his genitals with his hands and assuming a convincingly horrified expression.
"Oh, good idea," said a smirking Milo, bringing his own hands down to, and under, the waistband of his boxers. "Always time for more dickcercise."
In very short order the two boys had exposed their boy parts to the cooling night air and were gently but determinedly massaging them to a state of expectant rigidity. This time there was to be no tutoring or copying and it was, by unspoken agreement, a case of every boy for himself. Milo gripped himself firmly with one hand while circling his prominent nipples with the other.
Dan also had himself in hand (his left) whilst his right went on a journey of exploration, curiously probing his twitching butt hole. From that first sight of Tom fingering himself as he climaxed whilst demonstrating the Tom Reed Wet Dream Prevention Strategy, Dan had been fascinated by the almost electric effect to be had from touching his most private of body parts. He had discovered that even hesitant stroking could produce some indescribable feelings, but he had yet to summon up the courage to actually penetrate this most hidden and forbidden of places. Next time he spoke to his brother he'd have to ask for more information. But that was for another day, right there and then he (and Milo) had more pressing priorities.
With Dan and Milo in a decidedly boy-business-like frame of mind, it wasn't long before cum had been both cummed and cleaned up, naked teenage bodies had subconsciously snuggled up together in the middle of the bed and contented deep breathing could be heard by any retiring parent who happened to peek in on their way to bed -- which, as on most nights, both of them did.
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