Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2012 13:01:22 +0800
From: horn1269@gmail.com
Subject: Webcam Boys Chapter 3 - A Slow Fall

Disclaimer: You are about to read a fictional story. This story features
underage boys engaging in questionable behaviour. All similarities with any
persons living or deceased are purely coincidental. Really. If you're not
allowed to read this, then don't. If you don't want to or find it
offensive, then I question how you came upon this in the first place.
Comments and suggestions are very welcome, but spare me the flames. Gimme a
break, I'm still learning how to write properly.

Note: If you're looking for a quick fap, this ain't your story. I place
heavy emphasis on the backstory and any perverted interactions are milder
than most and come later compared to other similar stories.

TL;DR This is a story with sex, not a sex story.


Guys, Nifty's an awesome place to read creativity and post
creativity. Let's help it by donating.



This story is dedicated to Brian Roberson, author of "Quincy and His
Unusual Friend", my role model for epic storytelling :)

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------


				g.martinez presents:
				     Webcam Boys




Dramatis Personae:

William James - 12 year-old boy who is very fond of computer games. He's
desperate to get exclusive game content that requires real money.

John Watson - 11 1/2 year-old boy who is William's best friend. He worries
a lot about William especially after the sudden changes in his friend's
behavior

PBear1213...? - mysterious stranger William met online. He claims he can
give William the money he needs for his wants, but at a price...

Johnson Masters - A classmate of John and William who is very concerned
with competition and academics. He also seems to be a homophobe.

Mrs. James - William's mom. She is considered by all to be a strict,
hawkish woman who, like her husband, is a workaholic.


Chapter 3: A Slow Fall

	John was getting worried. Every single day he saw his best friend
trudge along the school corridors with the air of a disinterested
hobo. Aside from the fact that William was often late these days, he
attended classes as if he clearly did not want to be there, and worst of
all, he was rebuking anyone who tried to ask him what he was on about. Even
John.

	It was Friday on Phys Ed when John saw just how much William needed
a stern talking to, and maybe a good smack on the back of his head.

	"You're an idiot, Will! They were down to one man and you still got
caught!"

	"So what, Jim? It's a frigging game!"

	"Screw you, this was a graded practical exam!"

	John hurried across the field to see what the ruckus was all
about. There, he found Johnson Masters, one of their classmates, fiercely
arguing with William just after their capture the flag exercise in
P.E. Johnson was known in the class as extremely competitive and grade
conscious and was none too pleased that William had cost them the game and
the perfect score.

	Sensing a fight in the making, Coach Piaget, their Phys Ed teacher,
parted the crowd of boys and shouted down Jim and William, pulling them
apart and grasping their shoulders firmly.

	"Settle down boys, there's no need for this!"

	"Coach, William's a liability in our team! His grade shouldn't be
the same as ours, he was pulling us down!"

	"Shut it, Masters. I made this exam a game so that you boys could
enjoy yourselves. I didn't want this to be a do or die competition," said
Coach Piaget, more to Johnson than William. "But James, he's right; you
performed quite poorly out there." William scowled at Johnson, who looked
quite triumphant thinking that the coach took his side.

	"But in any case, Masters, this is unbecoming of your position as
team leader and is contrary to the sportsmanship I'm trying to teach you
boys! You're supposed to be old enough to think on your actions and know
what's right from what isn't! Your behaviour is definitely the latter! "
berated Coach Piaget.

	William smirked at Johnson with all the contempt he could
muster. This seemed to drive the competitive boy over the edge.

	"You're a faggot bastard!"

	Several things happened at once. William lunged at Johnson and gave
him a right hook straight to the nose. Johnson saw the move and tried to
punch in return but got hit by William's punch first so that he blindly
swung at Coach Piaget instead. All the boys were either screaming for them
to stop it or cajoling them to keep on fighting. John had enough sense to
pull William out of the crowd, but not before being given detention by a
pained Coach Piaget. Two minutes later, Johnson and the Coach, both of whom
sported bleeding noses, went to the infirmary, whilst John and William
waited outside the disciplinary officer's office.

	It was already 5PM and the sunset cast a gloomy shadow on the two
boys as they waited in silence outside the office. John was about to start
talking when William suddenly blurted out, "I'm sorry."

	"What?" said John, clearly surprised at William's initiative to
make amends.

	"I'm sorry, I have no excuse." William said again. His tone was
both dull and remorseful, with the air of a man who accepted condemnation,
yet didn't care all the same.

	"Will, you're worrying me a lot. Please just tell me what's going
on with you!" begged John.

	But before William could reply, his name was called from within the
foreboding office. William was glad for the excuse to get away, while John
stared worriedly into his sunken face. John couldn't help but dwell on his
best friend's brash attitude. He tried to pass it off as something that
would go away a in few days, but today's events proved that something much
worse was happening to William. He definitely had problems, and John was
determined to help him solve them, at whatever the cost. In fact, John was
so absorbed with thinking of a way to help his best friend in the whole
world that he almost didn't notice the boy in question standing in front of
him.

	"Will! That was...fast." John said in surprise.

	"Yeah." replied William in a deadpan tone.

	"So..."

	"So...?"

	"What happened?!" asked John in exasperation.

	"Mr. Skinner said that no one was available to supervise my
detention today so it's gonna be next week instead."

	John looked at William's deadpan face and thought again of his
plans to help his best buddy out. He put his hand on William's chin and
raised his face up so that they looked each other in the eye and said,
"William look at me. You have problems."

	"Yes." William replied firmly. John was a bit taken aback because
he expected William to brush him off. William's easy admission made him
realize that William had just given up trying to fix things on his own. It
made the situation that much more worrisome.

	"Will..." John spoke softly, letting the silence convey his extreme
worry and concern for the friend he cared for most in the world.

	Suddenly, William grabbed John's hand, which was still holding up
his chin, and grasped it firmly. John thought that William must have been
trying to say what he couldn't through his touch. In any case, it was
making John blush heavily; he hadn't known William could be so
touchy-feely, and he didn't know that he could be flustered by something so
simple as having his hand held. William then closed his eyes and gripped
John's hand a little bit tighter.

	"Will, you're going straight to my house today for a sleepover."
John said, as he returned the hand squeeze.

	William didn't reply, but he slowly nodded, still gripping John's
hand.

	The hand-holding situation was getting a bit awkward for John,
though he couldn't quite decide if he wanted it to stop or...

	"Will..."
	"Yeah, John?"

	"You can let go of my hand now."

	"Oh...sorry."

	An almost imperceptible sigh escaped John's lips.





*************




	"Mrs James, can Will stay over tonight?"

	"Oh, is that you, John dearie? I rather thought William would be
the one to ask permission, and usually before the day itself."

	"Well, ma'am, you see...William's been, uhm-"

	"I'd say he's been having a miserable time, yes," Mrs James cut
John off midsentence. "I may be a busy woman, but I'm not daft, dear. I
know William's behaviour has been unexplainably bad the last few
days. Unfortunately his father and I have been too busy to talk to him
directly. I think, maybe it is a good idea if you boys talked about it."

	John was always a bit hesitant to talk to William's mother because
she was a strict woman, the kind that seemed like they were impatient,
argumentative and overall scary. This time she sounded worried. It didn't
make her any less scary though.

	"Er, so that's a yes?"

	"Yes, of course. But where is that boy? He can hardly sleep there
without any clothes and he hasn't even made his overnight bag yet."

	"He's already in my room staring at the ceiling, ma'am. I won't
mind if he just borrows some of my clothes."

	"What...? Well...in any case, if your mother already agreed to
it...no harm I guess..." Mrs James almost seemed like she was going to be
angry but caught herself at the last moment. John was grateful for it and
took it as a sign that William's mother understood the urgency of this
impromptu sleepover and the state of her son.  "Thanks very much, Mrs
James," John replied as he sighed in relief.

	"It's quite alright, dear. Just sort him out, okay? He needs you
more than ever now. And John?"

	"Yes, ma'am?"

	"Would you mind maybe telling me what he tells you afterwards?"

	"I don't think I would, ma'am, but I'm pretty sure William will."

	"Ah, I understand. Well, enjoy yourselves there, and give Sharon my
regards."

	"I'll tell my mother for you. Goodbye, ma'am." John was again
grateful for Mrs James impeccable sense of tact. The things William will
talk about were strictly best friend confidential. If William would tell
his parents anything, he'd do it in his own time. His mom seemed to
understand that enough to accept John's refusal to be her spy.

	He was intrigued though. She said "he needed you more than
ever". Did she mean that she thought William might need him specifically?
Or maybe she just meant that he needed his friends? Maybe she did mean John
because they were best friends. Did William tell his mom something about
him that would make her say that? Did she think there was something
special, something more to their friendship?

	In any case, there was a sick boy he needed to tend to in his
bedroom. Today was less of a sleepover than it was a shrink session, and
while William was the patient who reclined on the sofa, Doctor John Watson
would be the one taking notes and saying "how do you feel about that".

	Just as John said to William's mom, he was lying on John's bed
staring at the ceiling. He didn't even look at John when he came in the
room. John pulled up a chair, sat down, took a notebook and a pen, then
said in his best faux Russian accent, "Zow, how du yoo feel aboute dat?"

	"...what?" This time John got William's attention and he was glad
that William was smiling.

	"Zis is your therapy session."

	"I don't remember having a German therapist." William said,
smirking all the way.

	"It's Russian, you dork!" replied John as both boys laughed hard.

	After a hearty laugh and after catching his breath, John adopted an
air of utmost seriousness and said, "Will, what happened out there today?"

	"With Jim? Or about everything?"

	"Hmm, let's start with Jim." John said. He was glad that William
was open to discussing the bigger picture behind his issues, but he'll save
that for later. Better to handle the small fish first before tackling the
sharks.

	"Well, when we were still at the gym lockers, I asked him
something."

	"What, and that set him off?"

	"Maybe..."

	"What did you ask him? Jim isn't usually a hothead." said John,
aware that William was still nervous and beating around the bush.

	"Well, I asked him how long his dick was."

	"Oookay...?" John had an inkling where this discussion would lead
to.

	"But he didn't give a straight answer so I just said we should show
so I pulled down my briefs and showed mine."

	"Wha..." So maybe John's inkling was wrong. He definitely was not
expecting that. Since when did William like showing his dick to anybody
anyway?

	"He looked at mine but he said he won't show me his just because I
did mine. Then he said that it was a faggy thing to do but that he'd let it
slide."

	"Okay, then why was he so fumed a while ago? I mean, if he said
he'd let it slide, why did he call you a fag and stuff?"

	"I uh...kind of insisted and tried to pants him." William said
bashfully, his cheeks looking very much like tomatoes.

	"What?! Why the heck? Were you that desperate to look at his dick?"
said John incredulously.

	"I dunno, but he shoved me and got pissed and said I should quit it
or else."

	"Well, you definitely got that `or else'" John said wistfully.

	"I guess it was stupid."

	"Well I'm telling you that I KNOW it's stupid."

	"Yeah..." William fell silent and closed his eyes.

	"Will, what's up with that? I didn't know you were the kind who
liked to compare."

	"I don't know. I was just curious I guess."

	"There's more to it than that, isn't there?"

	"Yes." William said honestly.

	"Are you going to tell me now what's been bothering you the past
few days?"

	"Yeah, pretty much." William replied. At this point he got up from
the bed, sat opposite to John and looked him in the eye.

	"Before that though, John, I need to ask you something,"

	"What is it, bro?" John was puzzled. He was also starting to
suspect how this conversation would end. He didn't even notice that his
forehead was starting to sweat, probably because of nerves.

	"Am I good looking?"

	"Are you serious?" John was deeply baffled now.

	"It was a serious question, dude." William said flatly.

	"Well, yeah, you look good, I guess. I mean, come a few years it'll
be easy for you to hook up with a girl..." John was now getting nervous of
William's line of questioning.

	"Yeah, but speaking as a guy, you like how I look right now?

	"Well, of course I like you! I mean...wait!" John was getting too
flustered now. Every word he said was intentional, though he was starting
to regret saying them in that manner. "I mean, of course I like you,
man. You're my best bud!"

	William looked greatly relieved and said, "Thanks, best bud,"
smiling as he raised his hand for a fist bump.

	"Always, bro." said John as his fist met William's.

	"John, I need to ask another favour from you."

	"Anything, Will. But maybe later, ayt? I think mom's done with
dinner,"

	"Sure. Oh! Wait, did you tell my mom-?"

	"I took care of everything, bro." John said with a smile. "Now, get
your ass up and let's go eat downstairs."





**********




	The boys ate dinner with John's parents. It was a tense moment,
since the adults always had this unhealthy interest in the boys' school
day. John and William agreed beforehand that they were not going to mention
the incident if they were asked, and they did exactly that. John kept his
replies to a minimum whilst William concocted a grandiose story involving
him, a dodgeball and Johnson Masters' head. John made sure to kick William
under the table while his parents were still laughing.

	The boys decided to play a bit of PS3 after dinner. They played
John's favourite game, a Naruto fighting game where both of them were
equally good at, perhaps John more so. This time however, John let William
win because he thought it would make him feel better.

	"Dude, you're totally letting me win."

	"Am I? Maybe you just got better."

	"Play for serious, I can take you!"

	"Okay, okay. I will."

	And William didn't get another win until they stopped thirty
minutes later.

	John assured William that it was fine to borrow his clothes. So
while William was taking a shower, John got him a shirt, a pair of shorts
and a pair of his undies to change into. John felt strange knowing that
William was going to wear his underwear. That line of thought suddenly gave
him a mental image of William naked. What would he look like naked? Johnson
Masters already saw William's dick...and the showers at the gym were
especially designed to ensure privacy...

	John shook his head vigorously and berated himself for thinking of
such weird things. He took the clothes he gathered and knocked on the
bathroom door. "Will, I've got your clothes here, I'll just put them on the
sink, yeah?"

	"Cool, thanks!" shouted William over the running shower's noise.

	John opened the door and put the heap on the sink. He glanced at
the shower where the mosaic glass made William look like nothing more than
a smoky silhouette. He could still make out the curves of William's
shoulders and his butt. Why the heck was he looking at William's butt? He
suddenly sensed that William's hands stopped moving and that his head
almost seemed to swivel in his direction. John couldn't really tell if
William was looking at him because of the glass, but in any case, he opened
the bathroom door and got out in a hurry. Why did he feel so awkward around
William right now? They'd been together as best friends for so long so why
the awkwardness now?

	A while later, John finished taking his shower after William and
both were now in John's room. John was checking his Facebook account while
William was fiddling around with John's green stuffed toy frog, Fabio.

	"I still don't understand why you like this thing. I mean look at
it, it's a realistic looking frog with glassy eyes but it has fur instead
of scales or slime or whatever."

	"That's because it's a stuffed toy, Will. It's furry because it's
supposed to be cuddly and I actually think that it's cute even though it's
made to look like a realistic frog."  retorted John.

	"Still weird. I half expect it to flick its tongue out at you.
Where'd you get this anyway? You do know that we're dissecting frogs in
January, right?"

	"I got it from my grandpa as a present. I know about that
dissecting thing and I don't care, real frogs are still different. Now,
will you please stop insulting Fabio and listen to this?" said John.

	"They're talking about me in FB, aren't they?" William said as if
he was commenting on the weather.

	"Yeah, pretty much. It's funny though. They all think it was just
Jim being an ass and that he beat you up. I think they switched you for
coach. The nosebleed thing. Nothing about the stuff you talked about with
Jim." reported John.

	"Thank goodness for that..." William sighed in relief.

	"So, Will, you gonna tell me what's up with you now?" asked John
hesitantly. He wasn't going to force William if he suddenly decided to keep
quiet about it.

	"Yeah...sign out and come over here for a bit." William patted the
bed and motioned for John to sit beside him. "You see, a week ago I found
out that Dragon Sorcerer Kingdom Wars had exclusive items that you needed
to buy with real money. My parents didn't want to do anything about it, so
I hit up the chat forums and I met this guy..."

	"Met a guy? That sounds suspicious already..."

	"He offered me free credits. How could I refuse?"

	"Easy. Say `NO'. And I suppose `free' wasn't free at all was it?"
said John with the air of a mother scolding her young child.

	"Well..." William took a deep breath and said, "I wank on Skype for
him and he gives me credits for it."

	"...come again?"

	"I wank on-"

	"WILLIAM WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY CRAP IS WRONG WITH YOU?" John
couldn't help but shout.

	Suddenly, before William could react, John's mom called from
downstairs, "John, is everything alright with you boys?"

	"Oh crap." John mumbled to himself. " WILL, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO
GET THAT CHECKPOINT IN AREA TWO! YEAH MOM, WE'RE JUST PLAYING ON THE
COMPUTER!" he said audibly.

	"Alright, boys. Don't make too much noise!" said his mom.

	"Dude, nice save." said a giggly William. Both of them waited to
hear her moving away before they talked again.

	"Thanks, ma- hey! Don't change the subject! Dude, you showed your
junk to some stranger on the internet?" John chided, visibly cross.

	"Hey, don't call it junk..."

	"Not the point! Dude, that is so wrong on so many levels!"

	"Oh yeah, give me one reason why it's wrong." William was starting
to get touchy.

	"Well, you know, it's just, indecent and...dude you're like
prostituting yourself!"

	"What?" said William, shocked by John's accusation.

	"Come on, what do prostitutes do? They have sex with men for
money!"

	"I did NOT have sex!"

	"You wanked for a stranger for game money. There's little
difference, Will!"

	"You don't understand!"

	"Then please, help me understand! Because honestly all I see is a
big idiot in front of me!" said John angrily.

	William was also getting testy, but withered after he saw John's
face. It was the face that made him weak in the knees whenever he saw it on
anyone's face. It was that look of pure and utter disappointment.

	"You know I like the game a lot right? I just had to get those
exclusive items...it was like, I couldn't enjoy the game fully if I
didn't. And...," William realized his reason was pretty weak the way he
said it. John seemed to agree because his eyes were raised in disbelief, as
if he was waiting for the real reason.

	"Okay. It's this guy I met. He likes me, dude. I mean, he
appreciates me. He likes the way I look, the way my dick looks...he reckons
I'm good looking." William said carefully, aware that this reason still
sounded pretty weak.

	He expected John to get angrier still, but incredibly, the shorter
boy's features actually softened. "Will, is that it? You wanted attention?
You wanted someone to appreciate you?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"But dude, I appreciate you! I told you that you look good! You're
probably the most handsome boy I know and..." John trailed off. He felt
like he let something slip and blushed heavily.

	William didn't miss the comment and blushed too. "Well thanks, man,
but your opinion's biased because we're buds. This guy, he's a stranger, he
hadn't had time to know me that well so he's not biased. He's
more...more...ah, what's that word...it was in that essay test we had the
other day..."

	"Objective?" supplied John.

	"Yeah, that."

	"Dude, you don't need a guy to tell you you're good looking to be
good looking!" John said exasperatedly.

	"But how will I know?"

	"Well...you definitely don't need to wank for them!"

	"But he also told me that my dick looked good. He said that it's
big for my age and that it'll get bigger still..."

	"Dude, we already know you'll get bigger! It's natural. Why did you
become so conscious about your dick anyway?"

	"I don't know man, I just don't know!" William said. He knew that
all his reasons sounded lame to John, but they did hold an importance for
him, something that only he could understand. He looked at John pleadingly,
wanting him to feel what he was feeling.

	"Okay, Will. So, why the douchebag attitude the past few days? If
this was the reason for it, it doesn't make sense since you seem to like
it."

	"I dunno man. It's like, yeah, it feels good. And it's cool I get
credits...but it's like...my conscience is gnawing at me. It's like..."

	"It feels wrong inside." John said, finishing William's sentence.

	"Yeah."

	"It's like a guilty pleasure." John concluded. He wondered if he
could have a career in psychology someday, since he seemed to be good at
second guessing William's thoughts.

	"Yeah."

	"Why don't you stop?" John said. He put his arm around his best
friend as a gesture of support. He wouldn't mind if William cried at this
point. He'd actually very much like it if William cried and leaned on his
shoulder...but he doesn't cry easily. Why did John want that to happen
anyway?

	"I don't think I want to...but it's like I feel bad for doing it
too. But you know what?" asked William.

	"What?"

	"I feel loads better now. I guess I just needed someone to
know...someone to..."

	"Someone to tell you you're not a bad person?" John supplied again.

	"Am I?" asked William with utmost sincerity.

	"Will, of course you're not. You may be a big idiot, but you're
still a great guy, and also, my bestest friend ever." John said with a wide
smile.

	"Thanks, bro. Come here." William gave John a tight one-armed hug.

	John felt relieved. Talking took a huge load off William's
shoulders. It made John wonder though, about William's parents. Do they
talk like this at home? Do they even talk to him about school or anything
like that? William seemed to lack attention so much that he was trying to
get it from the wrong places. John couldn't help but wonder if maybe
William's parents were neglecting their son a fair bit.

	Also, about this hug. It felt good. Too good. So good he didn't
want William to pull off. His cheek was touching William's cheek. William's
head was practically leaning on him. John felt all warm and tingly inside
and felt a lot of emotion in that hug. He tried to mentally look for words
that could describe this moment. Or maybe there was just one word...

	John suddenly blushed harder than he ever did before.

	"So, dude, will you quit being an ass from now on?"  John said,
partly to distract himself from the sudden swirl of emotion in his head.

	"Yeah, I promise, bro. Should I stop doing this?"

	"Yeah, you probably should stop hugging me now in case I like it
too much." said John offhandedly, hoping it didn't sound too contextually
misleading.

	"I meant the webcam thing- wait, what was that?" William asked, his
face suddenly displaying a knowing smirk.

	"Nothing! Haha!" John tried to pass it off with a nervous laugh, a
laugh that William only returned with his smirk. "Anyway, dude, it's your
call. It doesn't seem like it's hurting anyone, but I still think It's a
bad idea, overall."

	"I know what you mean. I'll quit it once I can... I guess I'm
having too much fun with my credits right now...and stuff."

	"The `and stuff' part is what worries me." said John with a grin.

	"I know, I know...and John, there's something else I wanted to ask
you." William said. For reasons unknown to John, he was now looking at the
floor, not unlike a child confessing to some petty wrongdoing, or someone
who was going to make an embarrassing request. John couldn't decide which
of the two he wanted to be the case; he had an inkling what the request
scenario would look like and for some reason, he liked it.

	"What?"

	"Remember my favour earlier before dinner? Well, it's just that I
have to know, I'm just so curious. Uhm, can I compare my dick with yours? I
mean, just so I know everything's normal and stuff." said William, his feet
shuffling around nervously.

	"William, what, what are you...dude!" John was very much lost for
words. He knew the `request' scenario would be something like this, but
knowing didn't make it any less embarrassing.

	William looked up straight at John's eyes. He had this blazing look
about him, the sort he always wore when getting John to join in in whatever
it was he wanted to do. John never was able to resist William when he was
like this, and William knew it.

	"Dude, come on, I just want to compare! It's a natural boy thing!
Besides," William's eyes narrowed and that knowing smirk returned to his
lips. "You were ogling at me in the shower."

	"What?! But, you couldn't have seen..." John muttered, giving away
his guilt.

	"Ha! I was right! It was just a guess since you took so long in the
bathroom while I was there, but you gave yourself away right now! If only
you could see your face!" William was practically laughing now.

	John could only mutter incoherently as William giggled.

	"Bro, chill! It's okay. You know, I realized that it's strange,
being best buds and all, that we haven't ever seen each other naked. Well,
now's the perfect time! You can hardly refuse seeing my dick after wanting
to see it in the shower, right?" William said with a grin.

	"Will, you sure that guy you met didn't teach you to, oh I dunno,
be a total perv or something?" replied John nervously.

	"Maybe, I dunno. But whatever man, let's do this!" and to John's
great dismay, William started undressing like it was nobody's
business. John had enough sense to bolt for the door and lock it.

	"Sorry. Forgot about that..." said William with a sheepish
grin. And for the second time in his life, John blushed harder than ever
before; William was already totally naked.

	There was a tense pause where John just stared at William's naked
body. His eyes focused on each part and took in every single detail:
William's blonde hair, messy with bangs almost already reaching his
eyes. His hazel eyes were shaped like almonds and looked perfectly
proportioned with his nose. His nose was slightly pointed but not sharply
angled and rightly distanced from his mouth. His mouth, which was now
curved in an awkward smile, had luscious lips that weren't too puffy or
lean, always looking moist...

	John could feel something strange building inside him, specifically
his lower stomach.

	He kept looking at William, this time, noticing his lean arms,
which had dustings of fine hair. William masturbated with that right arm of
his...and every time they fist bumped or high-fived, he was doing it with
the hand he held his dick with. John also gaped at William's chest, which
by the looks of it, had all the signs of starting to mature. He could just
barely discern the shape of William's soon to be pectorals, and on his lean
abdomen he can just imagine abs forming there in the future. Was it just
him or were William's nipples sort of sticking out a bit?

	And then there were William's smooth, hairless legs. Those legs
didn't look anything special, but they always beat John whenever they raced
each other. John noted that William's legs were indeed longer than his own
owing to the fact that William was a good 5'2" while John was a flat 5'.

	Speaking of hairless, William's pubic mound was totally bare, not
even a hint of hair or even some peach fuzz. John thought that pubic hair
might be one area he could beat William at...but never mind that now.

	John kept putting off looking at the last, most tantalizing part on
William's seemingly desirable body, but he couldn't help himself
anymore. When one looks at someone's crotch, it is hard not to look at
everything in that area.

	His restraint just reached its limit.

	John was staring at William's dick.

	To John, it looked like his thumb, except it didn't look like a
finger. It was like a tube of sorts, with a red knob at the end. It was
rather like a red button mushroom.  William's circumcision seemed to have
been done quite perfectly; there was hardly any indication of a
circumcision scar. His dick itself was smooth and hairless, probably not as
thick as John's thumb and around more than two inches soft. William's
scrotum was just as John imagined it: a scrunched up bag that was still too
early in puberty to show the outline of his testicles. It was of a hue
slightly darker than the rest of William's skin and it seemed to accentuate
his dick even more.

	As if to taunt John, William thrust his hips just as he saw John
staring at his crotch.  William smiled deviously while John stifled a curse
in surprise and contented himself with a pillow throw directed at William's
boyhood.

	"Whoa, dude watch where you chuck that thing!" said William, still
smiling.

	"Bastard, you're teasing me!"  John retorted, his cheeks the color
of tomatoes.

	"Well, you seem to like it a lot." William said, sounding genuinely
grateful. "Well, I can't be the only one naked here, right? Come on, dude,
take your clothes off!"

	"Er, I dunno..."

	"Here I'll help you out."

	"Will!" John was momentarily terrified as William got near him,
naked as the day he was born, and started taking off his shirt. He was
rooted to the spot, wanting so much to resist, and yet he couldn't do
anything to even stop William's gentle hands from taking off his top, then
his shorts then...

	"Will, wait!" John said softly.

	"It's alright, John, I don't mind." William said with an
encouraging smile. He knelt down and hooked his thumbs on John's white
briefs then pulled down gently. The elastic got caught on John's apparently
throbbing erection, and it slapped against his belly as William pulled his
underwear all the way down.

	John was now slightly panting from the intense feeling of being
naked in front of his best friend, whom he had admired for so long. His
dick had never been this hard before and it was probably because it was
inches from William's face, close enough that his dick felt William's hot
breath...

	William giggled as he stood up again and gave his friend a good
look over.

	At first glance, John could be best described as a well-cared for
boy. He was mildly chubby, most probably because of baby fat. His face was
rounder than William's with eyes of a blue hue, the kind that people would
most often associate with depictions of angels. That was it, William
decided. Staring at John's face almost seemed like staring into a cherub's
face: innocent, childlike, pure. John's hair was dark brown and styled in a
way that would remind one of a certain teen singer named Greyson
Chance. His nose was well rounded, almost like a button, and his lips were
what could be described as timid.

	William next assessed his best friend's chest. As would be expected
for a boy like John, he had no muscle definition of any sort
whatsoever. John had the kind of slightly protruding breasts one would find
on mildly chubby boys. His stomach was also a bit portly, as was his pubic
area.

	Speaking of pubic area, William was surprised to find wisps of
semi-transparent hairs there. John beat him in that department, William
thought as he smiled ruefully to himself. Together with John's smaller
hands, and shorter legs, one could accurately conclude that John was the
perfect definition of cute. Cute...William never thought of any boy as cute
before, until now. It was funny, John found him handsome while he found
John cute. He wondered if this was similar to those clichéd love plots
on the dramas his mom used to watch, but he dismissed the thought thinking
it would be silly with two boys. Sort of.

	William saw John's dick first before anything else, but it was only
now that he paid it much attention. As he first noted, it was throbbing
hard. It looked like it was half an inch shorter than his when he was hard,
so that would make John around three inches. Also...

	"Dude, I didn't know you were-"

	"Uncut?" John said timidly.

	"Yeah..."

	"Is it a bad thing?"

	"No! Actually, it looks kind of cute that way, with your tip poking
out like that when you're hard." William giggled as John blushed crimson.

	"So...," William said slowly and deliberately. "I read in this
puberty book my dad gave me that boys who still have their skin feel better
when they wank. Is it true?"

	"Uhm...err..." John could just imagine himself sweating bullets
right now.

	"What?"

	"I, uhm, don't know how...I mean, I don't...I've never..." John
stuttered.

	"John... haven't you ever wanked?" asked William, clearly
astounded.

	"Hey, just because you already know how doesn't mean I do..."

	"But we were just talking about it a while ago! That means you know
something!"

	"Well...I...," John was getting really pressured by William's
insistent look. "Okay, I admit it, there are times when I rub myself when I
get hard, cuz it feels a bit ticklish, but after that...there's
nothing. And yes, I know I'm not doing it right, so there!"

	"Aw, John, that's alright, really!" William said with the air of an
older brother teaching his younger sibling how to put on socks. "The way
you're doing it, you're not even getting to the good part.  It's a good
thing I'm here though, cuz I can teach you!"

	"Wait, what?!" John exclaimed rather exaggeratedly. "I mean, you
won't mind? I mean...uhm..."

	"Yeah, totally, bro. Besides, I made you show me your dick. And I
know it was really embarrassing for you, so consider this my payback."
William said with a grin.John could only nod as William lay on the bed and
motioned for him to come and watch.  John watched with rapt attention as
William started to jack his steadily hardening dick.

	"So you grip it like this, and well, it has to be hard first and
uhm, you sort of pull it up and down like you're pulling on a straw or
something...er, wait that's not the right comparison...well you do it until
you feel like you need to pee and just keep going on it until you feel
great inside." William said awkwardly.

	"You sound like a dork!" giggled John despite his current state of
embarrassment.

	"Well, I haven't exactly tried to teach anyone how to wank before!"
William replied. "Just lie down here and do it like I showed you."

	"O...okay..." John resumed blushing deep crimson as he replaced
William on the bed and did as William told him.

	John copied the hand position William taught him, something that
actually was like holding a straw and pulled the skin of his dick up and
down. Sensual pleasure filled his entire groin within the first few
strokes. This new method of masturbating was definitely better than what he
did before, which could be best described as rubbing himself through his
shorts.

	William was smiling as he watched his best friend enjoying
himself. He gave more hints and pointers along the way such as "Try pulling
on it longer each time," and "It gets better if you're feeling really good
then you do it really fast,". By the time John was panting in pleasure,
William had gotten to his full length of three and a half inches hard. He
was so engrossed with watching John though, that he didn't even notice his
boner that much. There was something in seeing John so happy and content
that William couldn't describe...all he knew was that it made him happy
too, for some reason.

	"Ugh...ughh...uhm..ahhh..." John was now grunting in pleasure as he
continued to work his dick. His red glans kept popping in and out of his
foreskin, and William noticed how moist it looked, quite unlike his. For
some reason, it made him think of his tongue, which was red, moist and
inside something too, then his thoughts turned to dicks being in mouths,
something that sounded funny, gross and intriguing at the same time.

	In any case, John seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his first proper
masturbation session. He was now curling his toes, he was thrusting his
hips up and down in rhythm with his panting and stroking. William found the
scene so erotic that he started to absent-mindedly fondled himself too. But
just as he thought John was at his climax, the younger boy suddenly
stopped.

	"John, why'd you stop, didn't it feel good?" William asked, his
tone a bit let-down.

	"It was, Will, it was...but...I felt like I had to piss real bad
and I was scared I'd make a mess!" John replied while looking at William
pleadingly.

	William felt like a child deprived of his favourite treat. His
impatience won him over; he wanted to see John squirm in orgasm already.

	"If you're that scared then close your eyes, John."

	"What, why?"

	"Just do it!"

	"Alright, alright. Will, what are you-OH WILL!" John almost shouted
out loud as he felt fingers close around his dick. Both of his hands were
busy gripping the sheets, so it meant only one thing:William, his best
friend in the world, the boy he had just recently noticed was extremely
kind, awesome and handsome, was jacking his dick.

	John felt like he would faint from the pleasure, William's fingers
felt so gentle yet firm on his dick. Having someone else masturbate him
felt much, much better than doing it with his own hand. Plus, he was being
jacked off by William, the boy he liked so much. John had never felt this
good in his life, and wondered if it was possible to make this last
forever.  It took less than two minutes of William jacking him off for John
to get his first ever explosive dry orgasm.

	"WILL, I'M...UHHH!" John managed to stammer out as his climax hit
him. He instinctively grabbed William's hand with both of his, while the
former was still gripping his dick. Both boys' hands felt the intense
throbbing of John's hard member.

	There was a period of time wherein both of them just lay there in
silence, John was recovering and his breathing slowed, while William just
sat there with his friend, smiling all the way.

	"Will, thanks, dude. That was...that was the best feeling I've ever
had ever." John said awkwardly.

	"I'm glad to help, John, my bro. At least now, you know how to do
it on your own, so you can do it whenever you like!"

	"Yeah, but you know...it felt loads better when you...you know,"
John started. Both of them looked the opposite direction as deep blushes
appeared on their cheeks. "It felt much better when you were doing it to
me."

	"Really...well, that's great, man, I mean, you're welcome..."
William said with equal awkwardness.

	"Hey, Will, you're still hard." John noted.

	"Oh...right..." indeed William was. The awkwardness of the moment
made William momentarily forget that his boner was still unattended.

	"Do you want me to...?" asked John, still blushing.

	"No, no, it's alright dude, I can handle it on my own..."

	"Will...," John put his hand on William's shoulder and both boys
faced each other again. They were still both deeply embarrassed by the
whole situation, and yet it felt like there was a new level of
understanding between them. Both were staring at each other's eyes, with
worlds of meaning passing between them. "Let me wank you, Will. I owe you
for doing me."

	"But that was for showing me your dick."

	"It's okay. This way, we'll always owe each other." said John, with
a mischievous smile.

	William couldn't help but smile with John as he let the younger boy
push him down on the bed. He was hard as he could be with the expectation
of someone else's hands touching his most private of places. Then again, he
wasn't about to be masturbated by just anybody, he was going to be
masturbated by his best friend John. And before he knew it, he entered a
new plane of pleasure when John's smooth fingers started stroking his dick.

	William was overcome with new, unknown pleasures as he experienced
John's careful ministrations. He saw John's face filled with what was
unmistakably, a pure look of joy. He thought back to when he masturbated on
his own, it had felt good but it felt even better when he masturbated for
PBear, knowing that someone who liked him was watching him. This though,
being masturbated by his best friend, was incomparable. He supposed it was
because of two things that made this experience so much more
pleasurable. First, someone else's hand was stroking his dick, and second,
it was his best friend John.

	William thought of John, that wonderful boy who was kneeling down
beside the bed jacking him off. They had been best friends since that day
in preschool, when William told off some bullies who made John cry. They
had been together through the most notable events of Williams's life, like
the time they got lost during a camping trip to Gravity Falls, that time he
was selected as a class representative in a science quiz bee and John
cheered him on, that time his dog Sigmund died and John was there to help
him cope... John had been there for him for as long as he could remember,
and that thought filled William with so much...what was the word...was it
love? He felt loved by John every single step of the way. Of course, there
was the question of how this could be love if they were both boys, but it
didn't seem like an issue. All he knew was that the best times of his life,
John was there with him. Also he-

	"OH, JOHN!" William exclaimed. John had pulled back as much of
William's dick skin as far as it could go, giving the older boy a slight
discomfort and at the same time, a sudden surge of pleasure.  The
interruption snapped William out of his reverie. John had to shush him and
kept going while William just submitted to the intense feeling he was
having.

	"Will, am I doing okay?"

	"Yeah, super. But, uhm, could you go a little faster, I'm almost
there..."

	"Oh, I thought I was supposed to be careful and..."

	"John...please..." William pleaded. His voice was almost a whisper
and sounded like the most seductive and alluring thing John had ever
heard. He quickened the pace and stroked William's dick for all it was
worth.

	"Ahhh, yeah! That's it!" William whimpered as he was reaching his
climax. All of his limbs were taut, his legs were rigid and his hands
practically ripped the sheets off John's bed. And with a final sigh of
relief, he had his dry orgasm. Just like John, he held the younger boy's
hand on his dick so that they could both feel the intense throbbing of his
impossibly hard member.

	After William had recovered, he motioned for John to lie down with
him on the bed. It wasn't a bed for two people, but they nevertheless fit
in quite snugly.

	"John, that was the best ever. Thanks so much, bro."

	"No probs, dude, but I should be the one thanking you first."

	"No, I should be thanking you for everything..." William said,
sounding a bit dramatic.

	"Then maybe we should just thank each other forever, haha." replied
John.

	Quite unexpectedly, John felt William turn sideways on the bed and
felt the older boy's arms wrap around his body. William was hugging him.

	"I might get tired of thanking you forever so how about I just do
this until I fall asleep..." William said. He pressed his forehead against
John's and just looked at his best friend as if their eyes said everything
they wanted to say.

	Then a few minutes later, Both John and William, still naked, fell
asleep with smiles on their faces.







--------------------------------------------------------------------------

So guys, what do you think of chapter three? This is my third story and i'm
having a heck of a time doing formatting and consistency. But now I've got
all these awesome people helping me out:


Kitsune

Pram

Chris

Wrejunior

And my editor for this chapter, Douglas

Also, all the guys who expressed their desire to help me out ^_^


Thanks so so much, guys!


Any comments? Spotted any errors? Send me a line through my email:

horn1269@gmail.com

and tell me what you think about the story so far! Any suggestions and
criticisms are welcome too!


Sorry for the long wait! I got too distracted with Christmas caroling, PS3
and hunting Akantors with my friends, haha! Also, this was the longest
chapter i've done! But here, I hope you guys like this chapter. I finished
it on exactly Dec. 25, so consider it a Christmas present.

Part 4 might take a while since the holidays are keeping me busy. You know,
it's kind of sad when you're at that age when your parents just give you
money instead of giving you wrapped presents...but well, money is money :))

I would really like to thank all the readers who emailed me their
thoughts. It's really helping me in my writing :) also, guys, I would like
to encourage you to donate to Nifty to keep this awesome free
service...well, free. Just so you know, I got decent in English because I
kept reading in Nifty since I was a kid. No seriously, it helped loads :))
So yeah, let's all support the site :) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html