The Glenderry Club

When you are talented, good-looking, and rich besides, you have no
shortage of friends. eighteen-year-old Jonathan Taylor Weis’s favourites
were not others in the show business as many might have suspected, but the
studs he grew up with and hung with every day, teens his age in his
neighbourhood. The teenagers he acted with he normally only saw at the
studio, or during some charity promotion, and then they talked about
acting, about upcoming contracts and promotional junkets, and about fans.
Actors talked business, not about their interests or hobbies or personal
life.

Taran Noah Smith, one of his co-stars on the televison series Home
Improvement, was an exception. During breaks between shoots, or when their
private tutors let them have a break from studies, they talked about
everything and anything except show business. Taran would sit and listen
as Jonathan talked about his fishing trips, his recent trip to Prague, his
dog Mac and his cats Sammy and Simba, and even his older brother Joel.
Jonathan, on the other hand, could spend hours listening to Taran talk
about piloting and the aeroplane he was building with his dad, dirtbiking,
and fencing. Not only that, the two boys also had some things in common
they could talk about, like roller blading, sailing, and even school work,
both boys being honour students.

Both enjoyed being able to have an intelligent conversation once in a
while with someone who was also a kid, the two being more mature than most
others their own age. It was also great not to have to worry about keeping
up an image when with those who were not actors. Even better was not
having to engage in the posturing that so often other stars got into when
they were with each other. When Jonathan and Taran were together, they
could just be themselves, two normal American boys. As their television
characters had taken on larger roles during the shooting of the fifth
season of Home Improvement and they had helped each other with their lines
and characterization, the two boys had gotten to know each other better.
That friendship took a great leap forward one hot July day in 1996 when JT
invited Taran for a sleep over.

The moment Taran arrived, the boys headed over to the Glenderry Club, a
private sports facility with oak panelling, leather chairs, the smell of
money and a very exclusive membership. Its clients were those who shopped
at Park Avenue and at Fifth Street, and for the younger set, who wore Tommy
Hilfiger and designer clothes from Europe. That was not why JT enjoyed
going there. Sure he liked the classy surroundings and the cultured
atmosphere, who wouldn’t? What he liked even more was the fact that it was
private, so he didn’t have to worry about some magazine photographer
suddenly snapping his picture while he was scratching an itchy armpit, or
taking a snapshot of him with the front of his T soaked with sweat. There
were some magazines that would pay thousands for embarrassing pictures like
that. Another reason he liked it was that in the afternoons it was
virtually empty, which meant no waiting in line for any of the facilities.
Jonathan always was hyper, and being accustomed to being in the fast track,
he did not like to waste time. He might only have been fourteen, but he
was a young man with things to do and places to go.

He was also a young man with a natural curiosity and a lot of unanswered
questions. As the boys changed out of their street clothes and into their
gym wear, Jonathan stole a glance over at Taran. He had removed his shorts
and plaid shirt, and was pulling his T-shirt over his head, giving JT a
chance to check him out. Being small for his age, it was a natural impulse
whenever he had a chance to compare. Taran had an even tan, indicating
that he must have spent quite a bit of time in just shorts or a swim suit.
Jonathan liked to be outdoors himself, and he was happy to discover another
common bond between Taran and himself. Taran was wearing Joe boxers, and
being on the slim side, you could see his ribs as he stretched his thin
arms upward to remove the T-shirt. As Taran’s head began to appear at the
bottom of his T-shirt, JT quickly looked away and continued changing.

As he slipped his own T-shirt over his head, he had no way of knowing
that Taran was taking advantage of the same opportunity as he just had.
Although Jonathan was starting to lose his chubbiness, he still had a fair
amount of boy fat, and that Taran envied. He hated being skinny, and now
that he was started to spurt in height, he was looking even skinnier. You
could not see Jonathan’s ribs, and although the contours of his arms and
legs were still boyishly round, they were taking on a more angular shape
now Jonathan had entered puberty. That Taran envied too, besides the fact
that Jonathan had a few whips of hairs under his arms. The last thing that
caught Taran’s eye in those few moments, and the thing he was most
interested in of all, was the slight bulge in the pocket of Jonathan’s
white jockey briefs. Taran wondered just how big Jonathan’s was.

Jonathan stepped into his Nike gym shorts as Taran pulled up his shiny
blue checkered Vibrations. Both boys slipped on sleeveless T-shirts and
headed for the gym to shoot some baskets. JT was two months short of his
fifteenth birthday, and Taran had turned twelve two months earlier, but the
age difference did not matter when it came to their physical attributes.
JT being four-foot ten and ninety pounds, and Taran being three inches
taller and eight pounds lighter, the boys were fairly evenly matched.

Taking the lead, JT dribbled the ball and then cut toward the basket,
picking off Taran and shooting. He missed and Taran caught the rebound.
The two boys automatically switched roles, Taran taking the offense and JT
the defence. JT scored the first basket, quickly followed by one by Taran,
and then another by JT. Naturally competitive, the boys played a hard and
fast game, concentrating for the next half hour on nothing else like
thousands of other young boys across the country.

His back to the hoop, Taran suddenly turned on his left foot to make a
pivotal shot and tossed the ball. Not expecting the move, JT had stepped
forward and began to reach up to block. For a brief moment his right hand
contacted Taran’s crotch. It was so brief the twelve-year-old did not even
notice, but JT did, and although there was no reason, he turned a brilliant
scarlet. Like any other teenager his age, he had only begun getting
interested in sex, and like many, that meant having a curiosity about other
boys besides a curiosity about girls. That brief contact and the heat from
Taran’s crotch had sent JT’s mind racing straight to the crotch, and for
the redblooded American boy, that meant an instant erection.

Needless to say, he missed catching the rebound. Glancing down to check
the visibility of his condition was of a much higher priority. In JT’s
mind, his tented out gym shorts looked like he had hidden a baseball bat in
there and he was totally mortified. Taran, oblivious to JT’s problem, took
advantage of the situation and executed a hook shot successfully and got
control of the ball once again. Concentrating on the game, not just
because he was two baskets down, but because he hoped it would get his mind
off the other thing so it would go soft, JT played extra hard. He soon had
the score tied again, and his other problem solved.

“Hey,” said Taran. “Kewel move. How did you do that?”

“Easy,” replied JT. “See, when you break up the court and get a pass
from your guard, you should use the foot nearest the middle of the court as
your pivotal foot, like this.” He demonstrated the move, and then had Taran
do it.

“That’s kewel. Thanks.”

“Now, if your back is toward the end line when you get a pass from the
guard, and if the defence if playing very tightly, then you can pivot in
the direction of the side line. Be the defence and I’ll show you.” The
boys took position and JT demonstrated the move. “See, you pin the defence
behind you and you can drive toward the basket.”

“Yeah, let’s try that again.”

They repeated the move, and then reversed roles. As Taran pivoted and
then tossed the ball, his tight butt caught JT’s eye and once again he had
a problem. Taran’s nylon gym shorts were pulled tight, revealing the
roundness of the youngster’s buns and the depth of his crack. “Now, if you
can lure the defence toward the centre of the court and closer to you, then
when you pivot in the direction of the sideline and drive toward the
basket, you will have the defence in a better position for pinning him
behind the pivot,” JT explained, trying desperately to get his mind off
Taran’s ass. For one, it had gotten him in an embarrassing condition
again, something that lately was happening with increasing frequency in his
life much to his dismay. For another, it was unnatural for a boy to be
thinking of another boy’s ass, and that dismayed him even more.

The boys tried the manoeuver JT had described, but this time JT was too
close, and as Taran completed his pivot his hand slipped along JT’s crotch.
Although he was only twelve, Taran knew a little bit about sex, and he knew
that what his hand had contacted for those few seconds was not a boy’s
normal condition. Although it had only been a second, he also knew from
that brief contact that JT was very well endowed. He immediately began to
wonder just how endowed, and how he might discover it. For Taran, there
was no guilt or discomfort with that thought. This was an area that was a
total mystery to him, and an area he hoped his older pal might explain to
him. Taran had just that month discovered that the tube between his legs
could be used for more than one purpose, and he was curious how he stacked
up with other boys in the wiener department, especially with his recent
growth spurt.

For the last half hour of their exercise, neither boy’s mind was on
shooting baskets. Their minds were on baskets, but not the basketball
kind. The more JT tried to think about something else, the more fixated his
mind became, and the more frustrated he got. For Taran, the more he
thought about it, the more determined he became to do something about it,
and he was more interested in those moves than the moves on the court. The
boys finally decided to call it quits.

“I have to take a leak,” Taran said as they sat down in the locker room
and took off their gym shoes. “You know where the can is?”

“Yeah, just right next to us, to your right.”

As Taran headed out the door, JT squeezed his swollen cock and sighed
with the pleasure. As much as he enjoyed the feeling, he had to find some
way to get rid of his erection quickly. At the moment, he had no idea how
he was going to do that. Quickly changing into his street clothes, he
tried to think of something he could concentrate on to get rid of his
erection. Unable to come up with anything, he glanced about the room in
the hopes of finding something that could distract his mind. Instead, he
noticed Taran’s gym runners on the floor. Glancing toward the door to the
hallway, he cautiously reached over and picked one up. His heart racing
madly, he brought it to his face and inhaled. It was wonderful. He held
it to his nose and inhaled deeply. It was still warm from Taran’s foot and
it smelled of him. Jonathan’s cock throbbed so hard he was afraid he’d cum
in his underwear. Hearing a noise, he quickly put the runner down. Taran
entered moments later.

The boys headed over to the roller blade park a few blocks up the
street. All the way there Jonathan’s mind was in turmoil. Why the hell had
he done what he had done in the locker room? What sort of boy was he to go
around sniffing another boy’s runners for Chrissake! Even more disturbing,
what the hell type of boy was he to get turned on by it? When they reached
the park he still had no answers.

As Taran took off his runners and put on his roller blades, Jonathan
could not help taking a peak at his feet despite the turmoil he was
feeling. They were much larger than his own, and looked larger than the
feet of most boys JT knew that were Taran’s age. He had never really
thought about a guy’s feet before, but suddenly he had a wild desire to see
Taran’s naked. As he thought about it, much to his dismay, his erection
came back in full force. It was as if someone had put a spell on him, some
sort of foot trance. JT shook his head and chuckled. Puberty did some
weird things to a guy.

Unknown to JT, Taran had made the pretense of having to go to the
bathroom so he could change without Jonathan discovering he had boned up.
As much as he wanted to learn more about sex, he couldn’t let JT know what
had happened to him. That would be so embarrassing! When he had come back
from the washroom, he had noticed the strange look on Jonathan’s face, sort
of a guilty look. Of course Taran could not help checking out JT’s crotch
considering his problem minutes earlier, and what Taran saw quickly undid
all his hard work to get his to go down. If JT did not have a boner, then
he had to be the best hung guy Taran knew. He wondered if that was why JT
was looking guilty, because he had boned up. It certainly made sense to
him, and he knew that sort of thing could happen to a guy at the most
inopportune times.

Bending over to lace his roller blades, Taran took the opportunity to
check out JT again. >From his quick glance, he could only conclude that
his fourteen-year-old pal had to be exceptionally hung. Nobody could have
an erection for that long a time. At least he didn’t think they could.
That really wasn’t something he knew about, and it wasn’t something they
taught in sex ed. It certainly wasn’t something you went around asking
about. Those thoughts just strengthened his resolve to do something about
his ignorance.

For the next ten minutes the two boys had great difficulty roller
blading, their minds being on each other and on the embarrassing condition
they were in rather than on skating. They did, however, gradually change
their focus, and once they did and began to enjoy themselves, it was easy
to forget their prurient thoughts. They were young after all. For the
next hour and a half they skated and practised their moves and just enjoyed
being boys.

Jonathan’s mother picked them up at five as planned. For supper she had
prepared Caesar salad and enchiladas, two of Jonathan’s favourites. After
eating, the boys played with Jonathan’s lhasa apso, MacCormick, for a
while, and then went up to his room to watch some television.

Propping pillows up against the headboard, the two lay on Jonathan’s
bed. A smile slowly curled Jonathan’s lips. This had been one perfect day.
Taran’s stocking feet caught his eye and for a brief second his heart
faltered. Holding his breath, he waited for it to happen, and when it
didn’t, his smile broadened. He wiggled his naked toes. Still nothing!
He was normal after all.

“Hey, Taran, you mind moving your big clodhoppers so I can see the
T.V.?”

“Sorry,” began Taran as he started to swing his feet away, and then he
suddenly froze and his face contorted in pain. “Ahhhhgah!”

“What is it?” JT asked worriedly as he quickly sat up.

All Taran could do was throw his head back on the pillow and inhale
sharply as he grasped his leg frozen in mid air.

“Charley horse?”

“Uhhh,” Taran indicated, giving his head a nod.

JT quickly swung around so he was beside Taran’s thighs. “Twist your
foot so your toe is pointing in the direction opposite to the direction it
was pointing when you got the charley horse.”

Taran had no idea which direction that was, but he only had two choices.
As JT placed his hands on his thigh, Taran twisted his leg away from his
body. The pain was slightly less.

Jonathan gingerly slipped his hands down the tense leg, barely touching
it with his fingertips. Quickly locating the knotted muscle, he ever so
gently began to massage it. As Taran seemed to relax, JT increased the
pressure. Moving his fingertips in circles, he gradually increased the
diameter of his circle. He could feel the tenseness easing out of Taran’s
muscle. JT continued the massage, remembering how his coach had massaged
his leg a year earlier when he had hurt it playing soccer. He worked the
tense, solid muscle, kneading it and squeezing it as he worked downward to
the knee, and then releasing his hold and bringing his hands back up toward
Taran’s crotch, repeating the motion.

Taran’s thigh felt so slim compared to his own. It felt so different,
and what he was doing felt so erotic. Jonathan inhaled nervously as the
thought passed through his mind and he felt a moment of guilt, but he did
not stop what he was doing, not for another fifteen minutes.

“Jezz, thanks,” Taran said when JT finally stopped. “That felt great.
Where did you ever learn to do that?”

“From my soccer coach,” Jonathan replied.

“Jeez, that was painful.”

“Yeah, charley horses are nothing to laugh about.”

“You can say that again.”

“You get them often?”

“Yeah. Mom says it’s because my bones are growing faster than my
muscles.”

“You are growing fast,” JT observed, his twelve-year-old pal having
passed him in height last spring.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Taran said with a grin, “someday you will start to
grow up too.”

“Smart an ass!”

“Sorry,” Taran replied, still grinning. “Shouldn’t have said that after
the massage you just gave me. If you ever get tired of acting you could
open up a massage parlour.”

“I hear there is good money in that,” Jonathan joked, thinking of the
stories guys his age passed round about what really went on in massage
parlours.

“I don’t know, but I’d be a regular customer of yours.”

That comment made both boys pause. Jonathan felt a stirring in his
shorts. Taran, also knowing enough about massage parlours to realize how
that might be interpreted, began to blush.

“Well, that is, I would, for massages, for my legs,” he sputtered,
getting more and more embarrassed and turning redder and redder.

“Now you wouldn’t be pulling my leg would you?” JT quipped as he tried
to think about anything except what his mind was thinking at the moment.
He was aware of Taran’s embarrassment, and if he didn’t get his mind off of
sex, he was going to have a reason to be even more embarrassed.

“I think it was the other way around,” Taran replied with a grin.

“You okay now?”

Taran paused for a moment and saw his opportunity. “Actually, I
wouldn’t mind if you did what you were doing a bit longer, if you don’t
mind.”

There was a moment’s hesitation and then it was gone. Why not? Taran
liked it, he liked it, and it was just a massage. This had nothing to do
with sex. That had just been his dumb hormones acting up. Getting a
massage felt good. Why shouldn’t giving one? He slowly worked his hands
over Taran’s thighs, and then moved on down along his shin. Reaching his
sock, JT stopped and the incident in the lockers flashed though his mind.
He debated his next move. It only took a second to reach a decision. A
guy didn’t progress by standing still. Jonathan looked up at Taran.

“You mind if I look at your foot?”

“My foot?”

“Yeah,” JT said, now feeling sheepish having said it.

“If you want,” Taran said with a shrug. “It’s sort of big and ugly.”

Jonathan’s heart rose in his chest and froze as he slipped his fingers
under the top of Taran’s right Nike sports sock and began to unroll it. He
had a thin calf, and a small ankle bone. JT rolled it over his heel, which
was also small and slender and barely distinguishable from the rest of his
foot. JT’s breath shuddered as he slowly rolled the sock down further,
revealing an exceptionally long, narrow foot that gradually broadened as it
approached the toes. Taran’s feet were as thin as the rest of him, the
tendons and the blue veins showing through what little flesh there was on
the back of his foot. Slipping the sock off, JT held it absent-mindedly as
he stared at Taran’s long, slender toes. They were almost finger-like, and
compared to his, they were humongous!

Crawling around so he was at the foot of the bed facing Taran, JT sat
down cross legged and began to unveil the other foot. Taran watched with
interest. This was exciting in a strange way, having JT removing his socks
like this. It was almost like he was being stripped by the older teen. JT
was evidently getting into it too, his blue eyes actually gleaming as he
concentrated on what he was doing. Taran took advantage of JT’s
concentration to sneak a look at his crotch. Jezz, it was stuck out just
as much as before. He had to have a huge one. Taran ran several ideas
through his head how he might find out, but they all sounded dumb or
childish. He was, after all, only twelve.

Having removed Taran’s left sock, Jonathan took his left foot in his lap
and began to massage it, beginning at the heel and working toward the toes.
He could feel every tendon and every thin, fragile bone as he ran his
fingertips in tight circles over the back of Taran’s foot. Reaching his
toes, JT formed a “U” shape with his fingers and thumb and slid them over
Taran’s big toe, slipping his fingers between his big toe and the one
beside it and sliding his thumb down along the outer side. He squeezed
gently as he drew his fingers up, allowing them to spread apart as they
passed over the first knuckle and then constrict as they followed the
curvature of the toe, expanding again as they passed along the fleshly bulb
that made up the last half of the digit. The nail was small compared to
the size of the toe, the back forming a natural extension with the skin but
the sides curved and recessed. The front was cut straight and was trimmed
well back from the edge.

JT slowly slid his fingers back down and then drew them up again. It
was like tugging on his dick to get it stiff, the bulb at the end of the
toe being the bulb at the end of his cock. The thought made his erection
throb. He knew it was jutting out the front of his shorts but he no longer
cared if Taran noticed. In fact, he hoped that he would. Taking Taran’s
right foot, he began to do the same to it.

He finally moved on to the next toe of each foot. Taran’s second toe
was half the thickness of the big toe, but was even longer, and was
separated from it by a bit of a gap. Slipping his index and middle finger
under it and placing his thumb over it, he slid them along the contours of
the sculptured toe, along the first joint, over the first knuckle, curving
down along the second joint, and then expanding over the bulbous end.
Feeling the fragile bones under the flesh made him ache, and he was aware
of a dampness forming at the tip of his cock.

Taran’s little twelve-year-old dick was itching like mad also as JT
fondled his toes. Tugging on them with his two fingers and thumb was
identical to the way Taran fiddled with himself whenever he got boned up.
Nobody had told him about doing that, or that it was called jacking off, or
how to do it. It had just come natural. Sometimes when he boned up when
he was laying in bed and thinking about the day, he would spend ten minutes
or more just tugging on himself that way, making himself feel good. He
wondered if JT tugged on his wiener, and if he did, if he did it the same
way as he did. He wondered how he could find out.

Releasing Taran’s left foot, JT raised his hand in the pretense of
scratching his nose with the back of his finger. He inhaled deeply and
trembled at the faint foot odour. To hell with pretending! He reached
down and drew Taran’s foot to his face and inhaled. He could swear that he
could sense the faint aroma of Feta cheese. He smiled at his imagination,
and before he lost the courage, he slipped his mouth over the big toe and
sucked on it gently. It wasn’t Feta cheese, but it was just as delicious.
Taran made no objection, and made no effort to draw his foot away.

Encouraged, JT slipped his mouth off and began to lick the long,
sculptured digits, running his tongue over the tops and under the fleshy
bottoms, and wedging it between them. Having given in to his impulse, he
decided to go all the way. Besides, there really wasn’t anything wrong
with what they were doing, and it had nothing to do with sex. For the next
fifteen minutes he licked, sucked, and savoured Taran’s unique toes.

“Oh wow, that felt so wild,” Taran breathed heavily when Jonathan
finally took a break.

“You like that?” JT asked, daring to look up at him. Taran was staring
down at his feet, his blue eyes filled with lust. He looked up and tossed
the bangs of his long, light brown hair back with a toss of his head.
“Yeah. Can I try it?” he asked with a boyish innocence, as if having been
presented with a new flavour of ice cream. That sweet, wide-eyed look he
had perfected as the youngest son in Home Improvement, but the present look
was no act.

“You bet,” said JT, eagerly unfolding his legs and stretching out so his
feet were at the head of the bed. He was eager to see if having it done to
him would feel as great as doing it to Taran had felt. Besides, if Taran
wanted to try it, then he couldn’t be that weird for getting turned on by
what he had just done.

Taran lay down on his side and looked at JT’s feet closely for the first
time. He smiled. He had wondered a lot about guys’ wieners, but he had
never considered their feet might be different from his. JT’s looked so
small and so dainty compared to his long, boney feet.

“Jeez, your feet are beautiful.”

“I’ve always thought of them as sort of fat and stubby.”

“No way! They’re perfect, just like the rest of your body.” Taran
immediately realized what he had said and flushed a bright red. “I, uh,
well. . . .”

The left corner of Jonathan’s mouth curled as he looked at Taran
impishly. “Well, Taran,” he said in a sweet, gushing voice and a devilish
grin so well known to television viewers around the world, “I didn’t know
you cared.”

“Smart aleck,” Taran replied, relieved that JT wasn’t offended by the
remark, and grateful that he had gotten him off the hook with the quip.

“Well, I think your toes are fantastic,” JT commented, looking across at
them seriously.

The comment did not go unnoticed as Taran turned his attention back to
JT’s feet. They were so tiny, size six boy’s. Cupping his hand under the
heel of Jonathan’s right foot and rotating his palm, he marvelled at its
satin smoothness and fleshiness. Placing both hands under Jonathan’s heel,
Taran ran them down along the arch, JT’s foot curving in sharply and then
immediately sweeping out again, giving his foot a figure 8 shape. Even the
backs were fleshy and smooth, not a vein or tendon visible. His soft, pale
pink feet reminded Taran of a baby’s feet. That was quite appropriate. At
fourteen, JT still had the complexion of an infant and a round, cherubic
face that dimpled when he smiled.

Mimicking Jonathan, Taran drew his buddy’s foot to his face, although in
his case with some hesitancy. To his surprise, the faint aroma of JT’s boy
sweat was enticing. He inhaled deeply and marvelled at how the aroma made
his spine tingle. Despite the arousing sensation, Taran even more
hesitantly extended his tongue. The back of JT’s foot was slightly salty,
with a hint of a flavour he could not identify. He ran his tongue down a
second time, and then between JT’s large and second toes. It was so
arousing, not the taste, but the fact that he was licking someone’s foot.
He had never for a moment considered a guy’s foot as sexy, and he certainly
in all the times he had thought about sex, not once thought about licking
them.

Unlike his own toes, Jonathan’s extended smoothly as if natural
extensions from his foot, and they were compact. The only space was
between the large toe and the one beside it. The large toe was fat,
seeming like one large pod rather than two joints. JT’s toenails were
large and U-shaped, almost as broad as they were long. The nail on the
large toe covered almost a third of its length. All of them were long, cut
along the curvature of the toe so there was one to two millimetres of white
nail extending beyond the flesh. They were as clean and white as his foot
was soft and pink.

Taran slipped his lips around JT’s largest toe and sucked tentatively.
It was so small it was like sucking his thumb up to the first joint. It
was also so fucking sexy it sent a shiver down Taran’s spine. He ran his
tongue over and around the fleshy digit and sucked on it like a baby
sucking the nipple of a bottle. As he moved on to suck JT’s next toe, he
felt JT’s hot breath on his feet, and then his toes being engulfed by
Jonathan’s hot, moist mouth.

The two boys continued until finally JT was sure he was going to burst.
He finally sat up and wondered how he could approach Taran on how to
resolve his problem.

“I showed you my feet when you asked,” Taran said as he sat up also.

“Yeah,” observed Jonathan.

“So fair’s turn around that you show me something.”

“Sure,” Jonathan said with a shrug. “What?”

“Your wiener.”

Jonathan could not believe his good fortune! That was exactly what he
wanted to do. Unfortunately there was one major problem. “Ah, at the
moment, I don’t know if I should.”

“Because you’re boned up?”

“Ah, yeah. How did you know?”

“Rather difficult not to notice,” Taran said with a grin as he nodded
toward JT’s groin.

“Ah, yeah, I guess. What do you know about that stuff?”

“Not much. Know it feels good when it gets that way.”

“Looks like you’ve got the same problem,” Jonathan said with a slight
smile.

“Yeah,” the twelve-year-old said with a grin.

“Then its only fair we show each other.”

“Fair.”

Jonathan was elated the way things were going. Exposing his cock was
just one step away from satisfying the need that was making him want to
scream, and it had not even been his idea to take it out! Taran was elated
too. He not only was going to see his buddy’s cock, but he was going to
see it boned up! He had not expected JT to agree to show it to him so
readily! Although things were going exactly as both boys had planned, they
pushed down their shorts, and then their underwear self-consciously.

“Might as well make it complete,” said JT as he slipped off his T-shirt
also. Taran quickly followed suit.

The two boys sat there and observed each other’s naked body for a
moment. Their flat, pink stomachs contrasted with the tan of their chests
and thighs. Taran’s cock was sticking straight out from his body. It was
just over four inches long and there was only the slightest cluster of
light brown hairs at the base of it. His little testicles were
walnut-sized and as baby pink as his belly. Jonathan’s cock was at least
an inch longer and much thicker. His balls hung loosely in a huge wrinkled
sac several shades darker than his stomach but not as dark as his tanned
thighs. His curly hair, a lighter brown than the hair on his head, grew
only in a small patch where his cock joined his body, but it was thick.

“You want to try something?” asked Jonathan hesitantly.

“Like what?”

Jonathan sat on the bed in front of Taran. Moving closer and taking
Taran’s feet, he placed them in his lap and then placed his in Taran’s. He
eased his right foot forward and rubbed his toe against Taran’s little
hairless ball sac. Taran quickly responded by rubbing his big toe against
JT’s. After a few moments, Jonathan slipped his foot up and ran his large
toe along Taran’s stiff cock. Of course Taran reciprocated. Jonathan
placed his feet on either side of Taran’s cock and moved them together so
his toes were gripping Taran’s hot little wiener. He began to slide his
toes up and down slowly. Taran’s long toes slipped around Jonathan’s five
inches and he began to do the same.

Jonathan was in heaven. He had never done this before, nor had he had
it done to him. He hadn’t even thought about doing anything like this. He
simply had been hesitant to suggest jerking off in fear Taran would be
offended by the suggestion, and while he was wondering what he could do
about that, the idea of using their feet as an alternative came to him.
Watching Taran’s toes working up and down his cock, and feeling Taran’s hot
little dick between his toes made him glad that it had. This was so hot!

Taran was feeling just as aroused. He had just wanted to see Jonathan’s
cock so he could compare sizes, and there he was fiddling with it with his
feet. It felt huge between his toes, and it was so hot touching it with
that part of his body. Having JT’s soft little toes working up and down
his wiener felt hot too. It was far better than tugging on his wiener
himself, not just because someone else was doing it, but also because he
was doing it with his feet instead of his hands. That was not something he
could ever do to himself!

Jonathan felt the familiar tension building up deep in his crotch, and
then the numbness as his cock prepared itself to shoot out his load. He
knew he had to stop Taran before it happened, but he had to enjoy this
wildness just for a few more seconds. Every second that he got closer to
his climax the more urgent it was that he stop Taran, but the harder it was
to resist letting Taran work his toes up and down one more time. He looked
up at Taran and saw the same horniness in his blue eyes as he was feeling.
Just one more time! Jonathan was panting heavily, and realized that Taran
was too. He suddenly felt the spring uncoil. The lust-driven teenager
could not hold it back and it happened too fast for him to warn his buddy.

Jonathan groaned as the first jet of cum spurted out of his irritated
cock. Flying in the air, the creamy-white spurt arched back and landed on
Taran’s toes. Taran stared in awe at the first cum he had ever seen. Of
course he knew from sex classes what it was, but the textbooks had never
described it. They certainly did not describe the heat and the sliminess
or say anything about how it felt to have it oozing over your toes or
between your toes and your buddy’s dick! It was so awesome to see spurt
after spurt erupt from the hot throbbing bone between his feet. It was so
awesome to feel his buddy’s sperm oozing over his toes.

The familiar but still mysterious feeling of immense tension deep in his
groin drew Taran’s attention back to himself. Taran tensed as the
irresistible urge to buck his hips approached. He did not fiddle with
himself that often, and even rarer to the point he was approaching, but he
had been there before. This time it was even more powerful than ever,
because it was JT who was causing the sensation, and because it was
Jonathan’s feet that were doing it. Just before he reached the point where
he knew his hips would jerk reflexively, he felt a totally new sensation, a
burning that rose up the centre of his benumbed cock that was not unlike
the feeling when he had to piss.

The twelve-year-old thrust his hips forward as at the same time his very
first shot of boy cum burned up the centre of his cock and erupted from his
body. Taran trembled and his groin felt hollow as his first shot flew in
the air and landed back on JT’s toes. His cum spurted out with a staccato
throbbing, and he sighed and gasped and jerked violently with the immense
pleasure as his juicy load flowed over JT’s tiny toes and dribbled off his
feet and onto the bed cover. It felt so fucking fantastic Taran’s head was
spinning.

The two boys allowed their feet to slip from each other’s lap and they
sat there silently, relishing the post-climatic bliss and the awe of making
a buddy experience such traumatic pleasure. Their faces were flushed and
their long, light brown hair was damp with sweat. Their toes were sticky
with each other’s cum, and their crotches blissfully warm. They finally
looked up at each other, and a smile slowly passed across each young boy’s
face as they reached out and embraced. Their toes touched and they slid
them over the backs of each other’s feet, smearing and mingling their cum,
delighting in the warm creaminess of each other’s precious secretion.

“Jonathan? Taran?”

The boys did not respond.

“Jonathan, Taran!” came the sound of JT’s mother’s voice again.

The boys slowly broke their embrace as if waking from a dream. “Yeah?”
replied JT.

“I’m going to order pizza. You boys want a snack?”

“Yeah, sure. Make ours a triple cheese.”

“All right.”

“That okay?” JT asked Taran as an afterthought.

“Sure. And maybe afterwards, we can try this again?” he asked, running
his naked foot along the back of Jonathan’s.

“No maybe about it,” JT replied with that cherubic smile of his as the
warm, fleshy toes of his other foot ran over the long, boney toes of his
best buddy. He had never felt so wonderful in his life as he did at that
moment.