In Which Picky Remembers

Picky returned the next day and was again led to Ness's room, the door shut firmly behind them. Ness, with a slight smile and warm touch, led him over to the bed, where they sat adjacent to each other. "So, I think I know why you came back," said Ness.

"Yeah?" said Picky.

"You want to do it again, don't you?"

Picky exhaled through his nose and nodded. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I—I can't help it. It felt—good."

Ness laughed. "I'm glad you feel that way," He pulled the younger boy into a hug. "'Cause I love you." He felt Picky's shiver at his words and he hugged him tighter. When they separated, they gazed at each other for a few moments before Ness slowly kissed him.

He hesitated a moment before pushing his tongue into Picky's mouth, again tasting his mouth and playfully curling his tongue around his friend's. Picky again acted clumsily, mimicking the older boy's movements before boldly moving his tongue back into Ness's mouth. When Ness pulled away, a soft moan escaped his lips.

Before Picky could say anything, his mouth was covered by another mouth and his tongue was locked in somewhat of a wrestling match that took place amongst the soft moans and grunts of both boys. Picky soon became vaguely aware of an odd tightness growing in his shorts and a matching sensation in his stomach, as if someone were pressing down on his abdomen.

It was Picky who broke the second kiss. "Um, Ness," he murmured. "M-my…"

Ness cocked his head slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's my—down there."

There was a look of puzzlement on the other boy's face before realizing what he meant. "So you mean you're stiff?"

Picky just looked confused. "I don't—know."

Ness slipped a hand into Picky's shorts, much to his surprise. He ran his hand across the slight bulge and grinned. Picky didn't seem to know exactly what was happening, and this was a wonderful chance to show him.

"Take off your shorts, 'kay?" Ness said.

"Ah, b-but—"

"It's fine. Tust me."

Picky rose from the bed and reluctantly pulled his shorts down and let them fall around his ankles.

"Oh, your underpants, too," added Ness. After getting a look from the younger boy, scared and ultimately confused, he explained "It's not going to hurt. I won't hurt you or anything. In fact, it'll feel real good. I promise."

So down went the underpants. The tension in his shorts was finally released and his erection was exposed to the cool air. The feeling of coldness on such a place was rather unfamiliar to him and he shivered at the thought of being naked. Ness motioned to his lap. "Sit," he ordered. And again, Picky complied.

The older boy wrapped his arms loosely around his junior's waist and told him, "This is normal, okay? Don't think that this is disgusting or anything, 'cause it's not. When it gets like this, you just rub it, okay?" He spat in one of his hands, firmly grasped Picky's erection, and jerked.

Picky gasped loudly and whimpered. "Sorry," Ness mumbled. "But that's pretty much how you do it." He continued, his actions eliciting moans from his friend's lips. The boy's hips bucked with each stroke until the two had developed a steady rhythm. Before long, the room was filled with slightly muffed groans and gasps which made Ness worry in the back of his mind about his sister hearing and coming to investigate.

Picky tried his best to keep from making noise, but the sensation was so unfamiliar, he didn't know what to do. This was the best he'd ever felt, and no matter how much he tried, the weak-sounding whimpers would pour out of his mouth. He couldn't think straight anymore, his mind caught in a thick fog.

With a final moan, two ropes of cum were shot into Ness's hand. The two sat there for awhile, panting, before Ness took his hand away and told his "student" to sit on the bed. He wiped his hand clean with a tissue and returned to Picky's side.

"Wh…What just happened?" The younger boy asked, still lightly panting.

"Hm? Oh. You came."

"Came."

"Yeah. That's when you know to stop, basically." Ness grinned. "So how was it?"

"That—was really, really good." Picky chuckled.

"Good. So you won't remind returning the favour next time."

"Wha—?" Picky began, but Ness was already leading him out the door, and down the stairs. He ignored his mother's "Ness? Why are you treating your guest like that?" and ushered him outside.

"Come back tomorrow, okay?" He called after him. "And we'll keep going."

"Oh…Okay!" Picky answered. He stared at the door a few moments before heading back down the dirt road to his own house.