Lesson Learned

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"Ugh! I could've gone the rest of my life not knowing about where babies come
from." Slash groaned as he, Jam and Tommy walked home from the bus stop in their
neighborhood.

"That looks so painful..." Tommy speculated through a mouthful of hamburger.

"Yuck. You're sprayin' crumbs all over me, man." Jam complained, dusting the
sleeve of his coat off.

"I dunno. What do YOU think about it?" Slash asked.

"Who, ME? I knew all that stuff already. I just haven't experienced it yet. Except
for one thing." The boy with the striped nose replied, fixing his hat.

"Later, guys." Tommy said. The other two waved bye, and Tommy went the other
way on the sidewalk towards his house, leaving Slash and Jam by themselves.

"Except for what?" Slash asked Jam once the other boy had left. His friend
scratched his head.

"Well, this one time, I had this really nice dream. I mean, most of my dreams are
pretty crazy, but this one was really peaceful. I felt warm and safe. It was just really
calm. And when I woke up from the dream..." He looked down. "...I felt something."

The boy in black looked up at him. "What was it?"

"There was this bump in the front of my shorts. So I was lookin' at it, and I
realized it was my own thing."

Slash blinked. "You mean your -"

Jam cut him off. "Yeah. I have no idea why, either."

They continued down the sidewalk, which sidled alongside a stretch of dense,
snowy coniferous woods. The branches reached far above their heads; occasionally,
a gust of wind would send a dusting of powdery, sparkly snow falling from the treetops
about them as they walked on.

"Why hasn't it happened to me yet? I mean, we're the same age." Slash
wondered aloud.

"It doesn't happen to all guys at the exact same time. It sorta changes from
one guy to another, ya know?" Jam replied.

"No, I don't know. This stuff confuses me. I don't wanna have kids, why does
my body have to grow like that anyway? I don't want all sorts of hair and stuff growing
on me!"

"Ya can't STOP it, dude. It just happens."

"And it's started happening to you?" Slash looked at Jam, who nodded once.

"Yeah. It's been goin' on for, uh, about a few months now."

Slash looked puzzled, yet curious. "What's it like?"

Jam shrugged. "Not much different. It IS weird, though. I've, uh, if you don't
mind me telling you this...I did notice a little hair starting to show up down there."

The other boy's gaze didn't stray. "Really?" The boy with the dreadlocks nodded.

Curiosity was really getting the better of Slash now. Not only had he heard about
all these quirky and bizarre things that would one day happen to himself, he now knew that
someone he knew very well was experiencing the same thing. The two walked in silence as
Slash brooded about this, and after a few minutes' time, he popped a question that he
could hardly believe had just come from his own mouth.

"Can I see?"

Jam stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Slash. "See what?"

A bright red blush stripe covered the spiky-haired boy's cheeks. "The...the,
uh..."

The other boy blinked, then he got an incredulous look. "See what?" He asked
again. "The hair?"

Slash nodded quickly.

Jam almost thought his ears were playing tricks on him. "You wanna see the hair."

Another nod from Slash.

The boy in white and blue looked around, then looked at the woods. He turned to
Slash. "Alright. C'mere."

Slash followed Jam into the towering pine forest on their left, silently slipping
through the trees. They didn't stop until they were quite a while away from the sidewalk
from where they came. Jam turned around and leaned back against one of the large
evergreens, facing Slash.

"Okay. Here..." The tan-skinned boy lifted the front of his coat up with one hand,
and gestured for Slash to come closer. Slash stood in front of his friend, who took his free
hand and unzipped his blue snowpants. Finding the hem of his undershorts with his fingers,
he gingerly pulled it down just enough to expose the inch or two above the beginnings of his
private parts. Sure enough, a thin layer of fine, medium brown hair lightly covered the skin.

"Huh." Slash examined it carefully, then looked up at Jam. "What about that other
thing?"

Jam blinked. "What, the bump?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not sure why it did it on it's own, but if you touch it a certain way, it'll go
up."

Slash's eyes widened a bit. "Really? How?"

"How? Um..." Jam looked down, then looked back up at him. "...Is it okay if I
show you?"

The blush-stripe returned. "S-Sure."

Jam sat down, his back still against the tree. Slash followed suit and plopped
down on the ground in the soft snow. The brown-haired boy gestured for him to come
closer, which he did, until their bodies were almost inches apart.

"Should I take it out?" Slash asked, looking down. When his buddy nodded, he
reached down and undid his black pants, pulling them down enough to make them loose
around his upper thighs. He found the waistband of his boxer shorts, and pulled those
down enough to totally expose his genital area.

Jam blushed a little. "Okay. I dunno if this is gonna work, because I have no
idea if you've started 'growing' yet or not. But I'll give it a try."

Slash nodded, and watched as the other boy removed the blue glove from his
hand and slowly reached into the crotch of the black snowpants, tenderly lifting out
the front part of his boyhood. He closed his hand around it near where it joined the body,
and began to squeeze and pull up on the length repeatedly. Slash softly gasped.

"I'm starting to feel something." He whispered.

Jam slowly nodded. "That's good. Now just close your eyes and sorta relax a
little."

The black-haired boy gently closed his eyes and leaned back, his hands firmly
planted in the snow on either side of him to keep his balance. The sensation in his
excretory organ began to grow into a dull, warm pulse, which made him blush deeply
from some of the blood flowing to his cheeks as well.

"It's getting bigger." The rapper boy whispered.

"Mm...it feels good, keep going." Slash answered. Jam replied by picking up the
pace at which his hand moved, squeezing and stroking it faster. Slash ran his tounge over
his top lip and leaned his lower body up a little, arching his back. Every time his member
was pulled, his lower half slightly jerked upwards. He went along with it and let his friend
do whatever, but the ministrations suddenly stopped. Slash's eyes opened and he sat up
to see what was going on. Jam was now on hands and knees, the Kamei boy's organ still
in hand, bringing the darkened head to his lips.

"Jam, wha...?" Slash asked, still very much aroused but a little disturbed.

"Shhh, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." The other boy reassured him.

Slash's eye twitched, then he softly sighed and lay back down. 'It's HIS
mouth,' his subconscious remarked. He closed his eyes and waited. Jam paused,
brought his mouth right up to the tip of the head, then lolled out his tounge -coated
with saliva- and began to lick up and down Slash's penis. The boy being licked softly
moaned and reached a hand down to hold his fellow 10-year-old companion's head in
place. Jam took this to mean "more", and answered by closing his mouth around the
tip, which had begun to dribble preseminal fluid. Slash pressed down firmly on the back
of the other boy's skull, urging him to keep at it. Soon the whole thing had found its'
way into the stripe-nosed boy's mouth (or at least as much of it as physically possible),
with him strongly sucking on it like a hungry baby. At this point, Slash was blushing
almost a deep red, fine beads of sweat dotting his cheeks and brow, his mouth open
a tiny bit to allow the passage of each pant, gasp and groan.

"Aaah, Jam...! It's too much...!" Slash moaned breathily, beginning to make
sharp, upward pelvic thrusts. Jam only sucked faster and harder in reply, squeezing the
boy's member at the base as he applied strong suction with his mouth. Slash was able
to handle this for only a few seconds before uttering a loud cry, a moan-whine of sorts,
simultaneously tensing up and squirting a decent amount of semen into Jam's mouth.
The boy in black sat gasping, panting for want of a little more oxygen. He sat up a bit
and looked down at his friend, who returned the gaze with sultry eyes. Without batting
an eye, he swallowed Slash's fluids with a loud gulp, then licked his lips lascively.

"Mmm. Man, you taste good." Jam purred.

'He must be INSANE!' Slash's alarmed thoughts echoed. He couldn't believe
what he had just seen.

"So how was that? You know how this works now?" The rapper boy inquired.
Slash, in turn, was at a loss for words. What he had just gone through was the most
beautiful and intense feeling he had ever felt in his entire life, but he still couldn't believe
that Jam had just been sucking on his private parts. He stared back at the boy with the
blue goggles for a moment or two, his mouth opening and closing listlessly. Something in
his mind clicked, and half a second later he lunged at his friend and tackled him to the
ground. Jam's first thought was that Slash was going to beat him up for doing such a
vile thing, and he put up his arms as a sort of shield. However, Slash moved the arms
out of the way and instead of assaulting him, gave him a full-on kiss on the lips. Jam's
eyes opened in surprise, then closed again a second later as he swiftly brought his
own arms around Slash in a tight embrace, returning the kiss with full gusto. Slash put
his hands on Jam's cheek, keeping their faces stuck together in a deep and increasingly
passionate smooch. Without hesitation, Jam opened his mouth and slid as much of his
tounge as he could into Slash's mouth, who replied by sucking on it with rapture. They
tumbled around like that for a minute or two, both of them aroused from the friction of
their bodies rubbing together and the deep, wet kiss. The boys finally broke apart for
air, panting for a moment before Jam laughed aloud.

"Dude! Where did you learn to kiss like THAT? That was awesome!" He remarked
proudly, grinning his wide, toothy grin.

"One time, I walked in on my parents while they were watching some lame-o
romantic movie, and this guy and this girl were kissing like that." Slash replied matter-of-
factly. "I never thought I could actually make some USE of that disturbing image."

"Ha ha hah. That's pretty cool."

"Yeah. Well, anyway, it's your turn." Slash said with a frisky smile, pouncing
back onto Jam.

"Oh, I see how this works now. Alright, then." Jam backed up against the tree
trunk that he was leaning against earlier, reached down and undid his snowpants, then
pulled both the snowpants and his boxer shorts down a few inches, displaying a decent-
sized set of family jewels and a very erect penis, the head of which was already a
reddish-purple from blood engorgement.

"No fair." Slash pouted, blushing once again. "Yours is bigger than mine."

Jam smirked, a few pearly-white teeth showing. "You like it? Come and get
it." He spread his legs wide apart.

Slash licked his lips and laid down, getting his head right in Jam's crotch. He
hesitated to put the fleshy pole into his mouth at first, but after recalling how his partner
did it like it was nothing at all, he clasped a hand around it and brought his mouth to the
tip, giving it gentle wet kisses. Jam was silent, putting a hand on the back of Slash's
spiky-haired head to keep him in place. Slash slid the tip into his mouth and used his
tounge to explore the texture and taste of the skin, then pushed it farther into his mouth.
Jam got up a little so that he was kneeling instead of sitting down, starting to wince as
the feeling of the blood throbbing in his organ began to get to him. Slash relaxed his throat
muscles and kept his tounge down as he held on to his partner's waist and slowly slid the
entire length into his mouth, not stopping until his lips touched the skin where it met the
body. This was somewhat easy, because it wasn't very large, but it was still a difficult fit.
He paused for a breath or two before giving powerful oral suction, which began to draw
soft moans and gasps from Jam. The other blue-gloved hand found its' way to the back
of Slash's head, pushing down on it even though Slash couldn't physically slide his mouth
any further forward. The taste was indeed unpleasant to the boy in black, but he was
more focused on properly pleasing his friend, whose voice at this time had increased in
volume with the repeated suckings. This didn't bother Slash in the least until Jam began
breathily whispering, "Nancy...aaahh, Nancy...please!..." Slash furrowed his brow, feeling
a twinge of what he suspected was jealousy, but kept at it, feeling the first of the
dribblings of preseminal fluid on his tounge. He sucked faster, and the other boy tilted his
head back, his chest heaving with every pant and groan. Suddenly, Jam's body went rigid
and he pulled Slash's head off of his member with a jerk, and Slash didn't even have time
to wonder why before the Kuehnemund boy ejaculated in his face, spattering the hot,
sticky bodily fluid all over Slash's cheek, nose and goggles. Jam collapsed backwards
against the trunk of the large tree behind him and breathed a long, relieved sigh. Slash,
however, knelt there and blinked incredulously at what had just happened to him.

"Uh, here...ah, lemme get that for ya." Jam apologized, picking up a small
handful of snow and rubbing it gently on Slash's face, melting and washing away the
viscous fluid.

"Wha'd you pull out for?" Slash mused, baffled.

"I dunno, something tells me you're not quite ready for some of the more..uh,
how do I say this...stomach-turning stuff." Jam explained, pulling up his snowpants and
zipping them shut.

"Well, I WAS kinda surprised when I saw you swallow that stuff that came
out of me like it was lemonade." Slash replied, then blushed. "But I kinda liked it. I liked
the whole thing." He looked into Jam's eyes, blushing deeper. "Thanks."

"No problem, dude." Jam replied, putting an arm around Slash, who had inched
closer and actually cuddled up to his friend. They closed their eyes and sat there for a
while, until Slash sleepily opened his eyes and gazed up at the grey winter sky.

"I think we should be getting home." He observed.

"Yeah, I don't want my ma throwing another hissy fit. She'll think I was kept
after school for goofing off in class again." Jam grumbled.

"Speaking of people in class..." Slash added, playfully tapping Jam's nose, "now
I know you like Nancy!"

"Yeah, so?" Jam grinned back. "I'm surprised YOU weren't moaning stuff about
Linda that whole time."

"You jerk!" The spiky-haired one retorted, and tackled Jam to the ground, who
was laughing mockingly at him. He scrambled to his feet and ran off, with a frustrated
Slash in tow.

"You take that back or I'll tell everyone you like Nancy!"

"You DON'T, and I won't tell the guys you like Linda!"

"You'd better not!"

"I'm not gonna!"

The two ten-year olds dashed out of the forest and into the cold, still suburbs
of Snow Town, taunting and laughing all the way, but both content in knowing that this
was their little secret, one that had both taught them more than just a little more about
their bodies...and each other.