When Jeff and I woke up, we were holding each other's stiff decks. I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed, 7:15...I never get up that early. "Shooting cream would be a great way to start the day," I said with a chuckle.

Jeff gave a little laugh as we began moving our hands up-and-down the length of each other's stiff dicks. For several minutes we laid there next to each other, completely naked under the cover of my bed, stroking each other's dicks...in complete silence. Suddenly Jeff commented, "If we shoot like this," pointing at the sheets over us, "the covers are gonna be a mess."

Fully aware that I was going to shoot my hot twelve-year-old boy cream soon, and realizing how right my best friend was; I practically threw the covers off us. The covers didn't really go all that far: our feet and legs, up to the middle of our thighs were still under the covers; but since our dicks pointed up towards our heads and not down towards our feet, I was pretty sure our cream would land on us (like it had two days ago): keeping the sheets nice and clean.

About ten seconds after I threw the covers off of us, I felt my balls draw up, an instant later Jeff and I both groaned at the same time. Seconds later, spurt after spurt of our hot twelve-year-old boy cream was spewing out of our dicks.

Since both of us were going to shower we didn't bother cleaning the sticky white glaze of our boy cream off our bodies when we got up. "If we shower together we can shoot more cream," Jeff suggested.

Much as I liked the idea, "How are we going to explain that to my parents?" I asked.

"Ouh...that's...yeah..." Jeff took a breath, then snapped his fingers. "I got it: we get in the shower together, run the water for fifteen minutes, turn the water off for fifteen minutes, then run the water for another fifteen minutes..." he said with a big smile.

"That might work," I said, before adding, "showering together: that is really gay," with a chuckle.

"So you don't want to, then..." my best friend said a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Well let's see," I replied, "It means shooting cream: so, hell yeah I want to..." with a smile.

A few seconds later both of us made a mad dash for the bathroom, completely naked. We hopped in the shower and turned the water on. The beginning of our `showering together' experience wasn't all that fun: we washed each other's hair.

Once we'd both rinsed the shampoo out of our hair `showering together' got more fun. We were standing facing each other when Jeff lathered up the soap with his hands and began rubbing my stiff dick. The soap suds made his hands slide up-and-down my dick easier and smoother...and man if felt GOOD. So good that I lathered up the soap in my hands and began stroking my best friend's stiff dick.

"Oh man: I got an idea," I said stepping forward to the point where our hands were bumping up against each other, "Let go." Jeff let go of my dick, I took it with my free hand and moved it over next to my best friend's dick. I pressed both of our dicks together.

"Jeez, our dicks are touching," Jeff commented, "Now that's definitely gay." I simply ignored my best friend's comment, as I began moving both of my soapy hands up-and-down the length of our side-by-side dicks. And wow did that feel good!

I couldn't have been stroking our dicks for more than about a minute when I felt Jeff's balls draw up against the bottom of my dick. Moving my soapy hands down I felt my best friend's dick expand slightly. As I moved my hands up, the first spurt of his hot creamy white twelve-year-old boy cream shot out of the little hole at the tip of his dick...up into the narrow space between our nude bodies. I almost didn't believe it when the spurt of Jeff's cream landed on my chest, just above my left nipple. Nonetheless, I continued moving my soapy hands up-and-down the length of our dicks, while my best friend's hot twelve-year-old boy cream continued to shoot up between our bodies.

Between the incredible feeling of my soapy hands stroking my dick, the rhythmic pulsating of Jeff's dick shooting its cream while next to mine, and watching my best friend's cream shoot so high up between our nude bodies; I knew I would be shooting my own cream in no time. But for some reason I didn't want to just start shooting cream at any moment, no: I wanted to start shooting my cream right after my best friend stopped shooting his cream... Why did I want to do that: I don't know, I guess I just thought it would be neat. I gritted my teeth and fought down the urge to shoot.

As the seventh spurt of Jeff's hot twelve-year-old boy cream shoot out of his dick I feared I wasn't going to be able to hold out until my best friend had finished. The eight spurt of Jeff's cream didn't shoot out; it oozed out all over my hands. I was relieved that my best friend had all but finished shooting: now I could just let nature take its course. My butt cheeks tightened, my balls drew up...and the first spurt of my hot twelve-year-old boy cream shoot out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Seeing that first spurt of my cream splatter against Jeff's collarbone left me dumbstruck, but I continued moving my soapy hands up-and-down the length of our side-by-side dicks. The second spurt went even higher than the first: landing on my best friend's neck. The third spurt went a little higher: to Jeff's chin.

I could see the look of amazement on Jeff's face, as he opened his mouth and tilted his head forward slightly; just in time for the fourth spurt of my hot twelve-year-old boy cream to make it into his mouth. My best friend quickly swallowed, and opened his mouth as the fifth spurt of my boy cream got to his lips... By the time the last spurt of cream oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick Jeff had swallowed some four spurts of my cream. "Good god," I panted.

"Whoa...I never would've guessed cream could shoot that far," Jeff commented. "Yup," I continued panting.

Seconds later we turned off the water, stood there naked in the shower together for about fifteen minutes before turning the water back on. We washed each other's hairless twelve-year-old bodies before getting out of the shower and drying ourselves off. That's when Jeff suggested, "Hey, why don't we try going the whole day without underpants."

Going without underpants the previous evening had certainly been an unusual experience for me. It had been okay, but it was far from great... Would I choose to go without underpants again: maybe...if I was running late when I was getting dressed, or if it was really hot and the air conditioning wasn't working... Since it had been such a neutral experience I decided to leave the decision up to my best friend, and replied, "If you want to," in a non-committal tone: ultimately I really didn't care one way or the other.

"Hell yeah," Jeff replied enthusiastically, "less stuff to get in the way if we wanna shoot more cream." He had a point...a pretty good one, and one certainly I couldn't argue with, so I nodded my head "yes."

A moment later we were making another mad dash, again completely naked, back to my bedroom. Once inside I quickly closed the door behind us. Seconds later each of us had stepped into a pair shorts and were pulling them up our bare legs...then up over our bare hairless twelve-year-old butts. We pulled t-shirts over our heads and socks onto our bare feet. Once we put on and tied the laces of our sneakers we stepped out of my bedroom to head down-stairs for some breakfast.

"So how is it, going without underpants?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence as we walked down the hallway, before Jeff spoke, "Feels a little roomier..."

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