Puppy Love - Practice
Ville was on his way to lunch when a group of giggling girls surrounded him. He grew wary; giggling thirteen year old girls made him nervous.
“If you meet me behind the gym before school tomorrow, I’ll let you kiss me,” said one; he was pretty sure her name was Tanja. When he turned red and hesitated, she continued. “I’m good at it. We’ve been practicing.”
Stuttering, Ville’s curiosity got the better of him. “Uhm. Practicing? With who?”
“Each other, stupid, so we’ll be good kissers.” The girls all looked at him like he was particularly slow.
“Uh,. Ah, well…” Ville scratched his head, still blushing. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be there. I’ll meet you, I mean.” He was still sputtering as they walked, still giggling.
After school he ran to his best friend’s house, working himself into a panic. “Mikko! Tanja wants to kiss me before school tomorrow and they surrounded me, this big group of- And they were giggling, you know, laughing all the time, and she said she practiced and I don’t know what to do because I’ve never kissed anyone and what if I’m shite, and-“
“Whoa!” Mige held his hands up. “Breathe!” He grinned at the younger boy. “So, Tanja wants to kiss you? She’s pretty, don’t you think?”
Ville nodded uncertainly; all the other boys thought so.
“And- Did you say she practiced? On who?”
“Well, er, they said they practiced on each other.”
Mige snorted, grinning wide. “There’s an interesting mental picture.” He sat down on his bed, motioning Ville to join him. “Look, it’s not hard, Ville. It’s not brain surgery. It’s just kissing. Here, practice on your hand.”
Looking skeptical, Ville tried it anyway. “I feel stupid,” he complained. “And my hand’s all wet.” He wiped it on his tee shirt, sighing. “Maybe I should just forget it.” Groaning softly, he covered his face with his hands.
Glancing sidelong at his friend, Mige spoke slowly. “Well… We could try it on each other. You know, like the girls did.” He tried to gauge Ville’s reaction without looking directly at the boy.
“Really?” Ville looked hopeful. “You’d really do that? Fuck, Mikko, you’re the best mate ever!” He flung his arms round the older boy, grinning wide. “Okay, so what do I do?”
Surprised, Mige stuttered for a second. “Uhm. Ah, well. Well, here, tilt your head a little bit. Yeah.” He swallowed hard; he’d been thinking of doing this for some time, and wondered if Ville would hate him after it was done. “Now, close your eyes and sort of... move toward me.”
Ville hesitated. “But what if I miss? Or like, whack you- er, her in the face with my face?”
“Then wait till you’re closer to close your eyes, idiot.”
Blushing, Ville grinned sheepishly. “Oh, yeah.” He scooted a bit closer. “Okay, I’m ready.” He tilted his head a bit, leaning in close. When he met Mige’s eyes that close up, he started giggling. “Sorry! You just look really funny that close.”
Mige rolled his eyes, unable to help but grin at Ville’s goofy laugh. “Jesus, Ville… You’re impossible. C’mon, you want to do this?” He held his breath, wanting to feel the younger boy’s lips on his own so badly.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good now.” Trying once again, Ville closed his eyes and met Mige’s lips in a sweet kiss. He felt like he’d been shocked and pulled back with a small gasp. Looking into Mige’s eyes, he smiled hesitantly. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah….” Mige licked his lips. He was beginning to wonder how long his luck would hold up. “You want to try it with, uhm, you know.. tongue?”
Pausing to think about it, Ville shrugged. “It sounds kind of weird, but if you think I should… Yeah, I better. What if she tries to do it, and I dunno how?” He smiled shyly. “Sorry I’m totally dumb.”
Grinning, Mige shrugged. “Glad to help you out, bro.” He cleared his throat, gaze flicking down to Ville’s mouth. “Just kind of open your mouth a little, like, just part your lips.”
Ville obeyed, looking questioningly at his friend. He wanted to feel that little shock again; if this was what kissing was like, he was going to do it all the bloody time. He watched Mige, leaning in as the older boy did so. Their lips met and he felt his cock twitch in his jeans.
Trying not to groan at the feel, Mige slowly slid his tongue out, touching Ville’s bottom lip. When the other boy didn’t jerk away, he slowly licked into his mouth, stroking over his tongue. He realized something through the haze of lust beginning to settle over him. “Breath through your nose, stupid!”
Taking a gasping breath, Ville snickered again. He squirmed round, trying to cover up his hormone stiffened prick. “Oh. Well, but what do I do?” Kissing was officially his new favorite hobby, even though it made him want to start jerking off immediately.
“Do what I do. Just copy it, and then do it back.” Mige’s breath was still coming in short gasps, and he cursed his sex crazed brain and body. He reached for Ville again, heart in his throat as his friend stopped him.
“What do I do with my hands?”
Mige slid a slightly shaking hand up Ville’s arm to gently cup the back of his neck. “Like that,” he murmured, shivering when Ville repeated the gesture. “You can put the other round my- uhm, her waist.
Holding onto Mige, Ville finally leaned in again, tongue hesitantly sliding into the boy’s mouth. He tried to copy what Mige had done, and suddenly he thought he might be drooling. “Sorry. Sorry, here, do it again.”
Knotting a hand in Ville’s hair, Mige pulled him close, kissing him a bit deeper. The younger boy adjusted, thumb stroking at the base of Mige’s neck unconsciously. Mige was slowly being driven crazy, and he loved every second of it.
Ville pulled back slowly, eyes fluttering open. “Wow. That’s bloody brilliant.”
“Yeah, uhm.. Yeah, it was.”
Hesitating, Ville peered over at his best friend. “Was it okay? I mean, did I do alright?” He realized he was still holding onto Mige and pulled back a bit, surprised to find he missed the warmth of the other boy almost immediately.
“It was pretty good.” Mige decided to push his luck. “We could practice some more, if you want.” He shrugged, trying to be cool. “It’s up to you.”
Ville nodded quickly. “A few more times. I want to be good at it.” He grinned a bit, looking shy. “Besides, I, uhm, I like it a lot.”
The next ten minutes were spent in a sweet, hesitant lip-lock. By the time they pulled away from each other, red faced and slightly sweaty, both boys were shifting uncomfortably in their jeans.
Mige reluctantly let go of his best friend, looking down at his hands. He caught sight of the tenting of the front of Ville’s jeans and had to hide a triumphant smile. “You’re uhm, you’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” Ville murmured, still flushed. “I should, like, go home soon. It’s almost time for supper…” He stood, using his book bag to cover his crotch. “Thanks, Mikko, you’re seriously the best.” Grinning, he ran out of the room.
The next morning, Ville took his time, nervous about the whole affair and not wanting to be the first one there. He paused outside the school yard, trying to see behind the gym. Sighing, he jammed his hands in his pockets and headed back.
He tried to be excited; after all, he had practiced all afternoon, and kissing was loads of fun. Even if he had had to jerk off twice last night before his body calmed down. Seeing Tanja and her friends, he grew a bit more eager and picked up his pace.
“I thought you weren’t going to show up,” the girl said with a small pout, her friends giggling around her.
“No, uhm… I’m here. I said I would be, yeah?” Ville ran a hand through his hair, adjusted the strap of his bag across his chest. “So…”
“So,” she mocked. “Are you going to kiss me, or not?”
“Yeah, okay.” Ville remembered what Mige taught him and ran a hand up her arm to the back of her neck; he tilted his head and leaned in with slightly parted lips so he would be prepared either way. He was disappointed when he didn’t feel that little electric shock, and nearly pulled away as her tongue met his.
All he felt was something wet and slimy in his mouth, not the warm tingles he had got practicing with Mige. Ville forced himself to keep going, sliding his tongue over hers, copying what she was doing. After a minute, Tanja pulled back and he almost sighed in relief.
Giggling, the rest of the girls immediately swarmed over her, asking questions. Forgotten for the moment, Ville hurried away to the sounds of, “Well? Was it good? Is he a good kisser, or not?”
He had the rest of the day to think about why the kissing hadn’t excited him, why he hadn’t felt a thing expect a vague revulsion. Maybe because there were other people around, maybe because he didn’t know Tanja that well, or really even like her-
Ville sat up straight in his seat, eyes going wide. He didn’t really like her that way, but all night he had dreamed about kissing his best friend. Did that mean he liked Mige? Did that mean he liked boys?
Thinking about that, he gazed round the room. There were certainly some cute boys, but there were also some other girls he might not mind kissing. If he knew them better. Spending the rest of the day pondering the whole situation, he didn’t pay attention to a single class.
Mige spent the day trying not to think of the events of the night before. Every time he did, he felt his dick stirring and he just knew his teacher would pick that moment to call him up to the board.
He had come to the conclusion there was nothing wrong with liking both boys and girls, in fact, why limit oneself? True, Ville was the first boy he’d actually kissed, but he had liked it just fine, had taken an extra long shower just because of it.
Secretly hoping things had gone badly that morning, Mige wondered if Ville would want to ‘practice’ again. He decided to meet the younger boy after school.
Ville saw Mige standing outside, and broke into a wide grin. He hurried over, already starting to frown. “It was awful, Mikko. It was just gross, and her tongue felt all slimy in my mouth, and it was nothing like kissing you.” He lowered his eyes, going for nonchalant. “Maybe we should practice some more. I mean, I must have done something wrong.”
Grinning to himself, Mige nodded. “Maybe we should. Here, I stole these from my mum.” He handed over a cigarette and a lighter, heading for Ville’s house. Both his parents would be working, so they’d have the house to themselves.
Once in Ville’s room, they sat on the bed, ‘practicing’. Ville made a small noise when Mige’s teeth scraped over his lip. “Do that again,” he demanded, making another soft sound as his friend complied. “Why didn’t it feel this good with Tanja?”
“Well…” Mige hesitated, having no idea what to say. “Maybe you just don’t like her.”
“I know I don’t. I like you.”
The simplicity with which that was said floored Mige, and he stared for a few moments. “I, uhm, I like you, too.” They both blushed.
Ville picked at the cuff of his jeans. “Is that wrong? I mean, I like like you.” He was bright red, peering up at Mige through a fringe of hair. “If it feels like this, it can’t be wrong. Can it?”
“I don’t think so.” Mige looked down as well, tugging at the toe of his sock. “We can stop if you want.”
Shaking his head, Ville smiled a bit. “I’d rather you just kissed me again.”
Wet slip of lips, light scraping of teeth, slightly clumsy bumping of noses. They unconsciously moved closer to each other, kissing deeper.
Mige felt his dick jump as Ville tried using his teeth, and pulled away to kiss a line down the younger boy’s neck. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes…”
“I could make you feel better,” Mige whispered, wondering if he was taking things too far. His hand slid over Ville’s leg to the front of his pants, rubbing gently, smiling into his neck as he moaned softly.
Hesitating only for a second, Ville nodded and blushed. “Does it feel any different? You know, with someone else’s hand?”
Mige snickered, kissing him again just because he could. “Different, yeah. Much, much better. You don’t have to do anything, Ville. Just let me…”
“Okay…” Ville lowered his eyes shyly as Mige reached for his fly. He wriggled out of his pants, blushing even harder as his erection sprang free. When Mige kissed him again, he responded enthusiastically.
Loving the soft moan and shiver as his hand closed over Ville’s cock, Mige cupped the back of his neck with his free hand. He began slowly, stroking gently, still kissing his best friend.
The feel of the older boy’s hand on his dick made Ville catch his breath. There was that little electric shock again, only more this time. Warmth spread through him, and he was afraid this was going to be over way too soon. His arms snaked round Mige’s neck of their own accord, and he hung on.
Speeding up the motion of his hand, he could feel Ville tensing. Mige continued to kiss him to muffle his soft cries and he shot sticky ropes of come over his hand. He pulled back enough to watch Ville’s hips buck up, still fucking the circle of Mige’s fist.
Ville gasped as he came, pulling Mige back to his lips. “Ohmigod, that was fucking awesome!” He kissed his best friend a while longer before sitting up and grabbing a tee shirt off the floor. Cleaning himself up, he offered the shirt to Mige.
“So… you were okay with that?”
Grinning a little, Ville shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe we should practice that as well.”