Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:36:41 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 15 (b/b/b/b oral anal) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of several young boys, their friendships, and their sexual adventures together. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I will try to respond to all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Thanks to a reader/friend who let me borrow his name and youthful sexual talents -- although what happens in this story is completely fiction. And this story is dedicated to two friends who just exchanged rings and whose names appear in the story. Their love is an inspiration. The series will conclude with Chapter 16. The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 15 (b/b/b/b oral anal) Suddenly Phil felt like a complete asshole. He'd called Steve earlier than morning and asked if they could meet in the park sometime before lunch. Steve agreed readily, and Phil had gotten to the park early enough to get nervous while he waited for the older boy. Then he began to feel like a jerk. That's when Steve walked up. "Hey, buddy," Steve called as he approached. "So what's the deal?" "Nothing," Phil said. "Nothing much. Just wanted to talk is all." "Yeah, you said." Steve sat on one of the park benches, and Phil sat beside him. They were silent for a while. "He told you didn't he?" Steve finally asked. "Yeah," Phil sighed. At least he didn't have to bring the subject up. "What I said?" Steve asked. "Yeah." After more silence, Steve picked up some gravel from the walkway and started throwing one pebble at a time into the bushes across the walk. "Shit." Steve paused. "I don't know, Phil. I've thought about this a lot, and I don't know. It's always been... you know, the girls with me. Always. I mean, the shit we do out there... That's just playing around, nothing serious to it. Hell, we all want to get off, right? And it's a little more fun with somebody else jerking the weinie, right?" More silence. "Something happened, Phil. You... you tell me what, and then we'll both know." Steve slapped the table in frustration. " But when I saw that little dude strip and stand there in just his tighty whities... Fuck, Phil. I didn't know a kid could be... beautiful. A damn kid, Phil! Nine years old, right? Shit." "It's okay to say it," Phil said quietly. "You're right; Kent's a good looking kid." "I thought he was beautiful," Steve repeated, as though he hadn't heard Phil at all. "The fucking girls are beautiful, damn it, not little boys!" Almost as an afterthought, he added, "I'm not like that." He sighed. "I knew you'd want to talk about it, being your little brother and all. But I just... Phil, when he took those briefs off and stood there butt-naked -- well, he was just the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and damn it, I wanted to hold him and kiss him and just..." His voice broke. Phil didn't look at him. He didn't want to embarrass the most macho guy on the team. "What do you want to do, Steve?" Phil finally asked. "I want to do it again, hold him and kiss him and love that smooth body...oh god o fuck!" Steve got up and walked away. He stopped at the water fountain down the walk, got a drink, and slowly walked back. "You think I'm shit, don't you?" Steve asked when he sat back down. "No, I don't." What do I think, Phil asked himself. "I think... I think Kent's a great kid. I think you're a great guy. I think I don't want Kent..." He stopped. He turned to Steve. "He's only nine years old, for god's sake, Steve. He doesn't understand things like we do." They were both silent. Did Kent understand things like they did? Phil remembered the thrill his little brother had talked about when he'd gotten his first blow job from that guy at the store. He remembered when Kent had sucked his dick for the first time. He remembered all the times they had been in each other's bed, the times Neal had been with them. "Sorry, Steve," Phil said finally. "I keep thinking he's still peeing in his diapers, I guess. Hell. When I was nine..." He stopped, and the two of them grinned at each other. "Yeah, you, too?" Phil asked. "It's just a surprise, I guess," Steve said finally. "I mean, it's been girls for me all the time... I kept thinking... I thought it was girls. Then this summer, with you guys..." He was silent and returned to tossing the gravel at the bushes again. "I didn't lie to him," Steve began again. "I said I loved him. I do, Phil." There was no question now; Steve's voice was so broken he could hardly speak above a whisper. "What do you want, Steve?" Phil sat quietly and waited for Steve to think about it. "I want to be with him some more." Steve said it with certainty. "We'll be at the Jerkoffs again," Phil said. "I want to make love to him." Steve said it bluntly and then sat straight up, waiting for Phil's response. This was what had been on Phil's mind to begin with, as much as anything. "What does that mean?" he asked. Steve was silent for a moment. "You know, once I actually thought about fucking that little Nick. It was... that smooth ass of his. Damnit. I can't get Kent out of my fucking head! I think of holding him the way I did and touching him and sucking that cute little dick... and fucking him." "He's too little," Phil finally said. "You're too big for him." "I want to spend the whole fucking night with him, damnit! I want to be in bed naked with... he's so cute, beautiful... so..." Steve stopped. Then he said, quickly, "I'd invite him over to my house for a sleepover, but... my folks... I mean, an eleven-year-old and a thirteen-year-old?" After a long silence, Steve repeated himself. "You think I'm shit, don't you?" "No," Phil said. He got up. "No, I don't." He turned and walked away. That night Phil and Kent went to bed early. They didn't even bother to get in their own beds. They stripped, pissed, and crawled into Phil's bed and were immediately in each other's arms. Kent soon began to suck on Phil's nipples, as much because of the sounds Phil made as for the tight little bump he liked to suck on. Phil got his arm around his brother and pulled him on top of himself. Their hard dicks pressed together, and Kent continued to suck only, this time, on Phil's tongue. When they pulled their lips apart, Kent felt his brother's hand move down to his ass as they slowly began to push their hard dicks into each other's bodies. Phil stroked Kent's smooth roundness. His finger slipped into the little crack, and Kent moaned when he found the little puckered hole. "Ohhhh... My... my hole..." Kent first felt his pucker tighten at the touch of Phil's finger, then it relaxed. Phil's own hole pulsed as he felt around his brother's entrance. Kent didn't know that Phil had been playing with his own butthole in the shower for several days now. And just the afternoon before, he and Neal had gotten naked in their basement and had actually gotten their fingers inside each other just a little bit. As he remembered the sensation that ran through him that afternoon, Phil's hole pulsed again, and he began to circle Kent's pucker a little faster. "Phil... Oh, Phil..." Kent's moans were a little louder now. "Put it in... put it in..." Kent whispered his request for a thing he'd never even thought of before in his whole nine years. His brother's finger inside his butthole! But he suddently wanted it so badly his little dick was throbbing wildly against Phil's body. Phil remembered the quiet conversation he'd had with Danny and James the day before. He had told them about Steve and Kent, his guess that Steve would want to fuck his little brother, and his concern about it. Danny and James, who clearly knew something about fucking, had suggested that, if -- and only if -- Kent wanted it, maybe Phil should be the first to fuck him. They also made some suggestions about how Phil should try it. With his finger circling and lightly pressing on Kent's tight hole, Phil whispered to him, "I want to, Kent. But I want to do it right. I'll be right back." He slid away fron Kent and went into their bathroom. He had found some hand lotion like Danny and James had described, and he returned with it. Kent had rolled onto his back while waiting for Phil. "What's that?" "Some lotion. It'll help me get my finger in," Phil grinned. He was remembering his "trial run." The previous afternoon, while he was alone in the room, Phil had used the lotion on himself. It felt so awesome, moving his finger inside his own hole! He jerked off while using his finger like that -- "fingerfucking," Danny and James had called it -- and his cum was so intense he could hardly believe it. They arranged themselves on the bed again, and Phil put a generous amount of the lotion on Kent's tight hole, rubbing it around as his brother moaned. Phil described to Kent what he had done the previous afternoon and told him how much he wanted to get inside Kent's ass. He was still talking about it as he pressed his finger against the tiny pucker and felt it give a bit. Kent moaned louder, realizing that something very different was happening. Then, as though both boys had practiced for months, Kent's tight rosebud slowly opened for his brother. Phil's finger slid in, slowly. "Ahhhh... put it in meeeee..." Kent was so focused on the sensation of his tunnel opening for his brother's invasion that he didn't even hear Phil's own gasp as he discovered the silky-smoothness waiting for his finger. Kent pressed back onto the finger entering him, and Phil felt even more of the dark, smooth surfaces that no one had ever felt before. Phil pressed his finger in a deeply as he could, then pulled it up slowly. But Kent needed, wanted, more of that sensation inside, and he pressed back to quickly engulf his brother's fuck finger. Phil sensed the awakening pleasure Kent was discovering, and he began to move his finger in and out. Kent's nine-year-old voice was high and almost crooning his pleasure. "Oooooo... yessssssssss..." Phil continued the fuck motion for a while before placing his second finger at Kent's hole. When both fingers entered together, Kent's moan was suddenly deeper. Phil could feel the tension of his brother's pucker around his fingers, and he moved them as Danny and James had said, around and around, slowly. For a long while, the brothers enjoyed their new discovery. Phil stared at the sight of Kent's hairless and smooth ass opening for his fingers. Kent's moans became soft and light as he felt his tunnel tighten and then open again as Phil's fingers massaged him inside. Phil leaned in to Kent and whispered into his ear, "I want to fuck you, Kent..." "Your... dick...?" Kent was suddenly so turned on by the thought of Phil's hard dick moving inside him as his fingers were already. He felt his own little dick throbbing between his belly and the bed. "Yessss... put your dick in... dick in meeee..." Phil arranged himself on top of Kent and rubbed some of the lotion on his hard cock. His little-over-three-and-a-half-inches were throbbing, and Phil was afraid if he rubbed too long he would cum. He held his cockhead at his target and, as he lowered his body as bit, pressed it. The hole was tight. "Push out, bro," Phil said, remembering the instructions his friends had given him. This time the puckered hole opened a little more. With one more push, his dickhead slipped inside Kent's ass. "AH! Oh shit...!" Kent's eyes flew open at the sudden pain when his ring sprang wide for the crown of Phil's dick, then snapped tightly around it. "Hold it, Kent," Phil said quietly. He was afraid to hurt his brother, but Danny and James had told him what to expect -- and what to do. He froze in place, his cockhead buried in Kent's ass. He waited, holding his weight on his arms, until he felt Kent relax a bit. His cockhead had never felt anything like this before! It felt as though it were swelling while being held tightly, as though it were being heated by a little furnace! He pressed in slightly again, and this time there was a groan of pleasure from Kent. Phil watched in amazement as his hard dick slowly disappeared inside his brother. He moved slowly, and soon he stopped when he was lying fully on Kent's ass, his dick buried as deeply as he could get it. Now, he realized, some of the groans were his own. He lay on top of Kent for a few moments as both boys became accustomed to a new pleasure -- Kent felt so full of cock, cock he had licked and sucked; Phil felt tight, almost pinched by the tunnel around his cock, as his cock soaked up the heat from his brother. Then Phil began the little fuck motions he remembered from his own finger the previous afternoon. He groaned as the smooth, wet muscles inside his brother slid closed when his dick pulled up and then opened again as his dick pressed inward. His cockhead felt as though it were on fire! "Oooo... fuck me... Phil...yessssss..." Kent's little voice wavered from a deep moan to a high whimper as he experienced his first fuck. "Yesss... do it fuck meeee..." As Kent's tight ring choked the shaft of his dick, Phil found himself a little dizzy. He threw his head back as the pleasure of fucking engulfed his whole body. He fucked a little faster, part of his mind remembering to go deep each time. In his mind, he could almost see his cock rapidly moving in and out, rapidly fucking the little ass under him, rapidly filling and emptying and refilling the chute to his bother's body... And then he completely lost control. He thrust hard without even realizing what he was doing. The rapid "slap...slap...slap" of his body meeting his brother's ass became even louder and competed with the groans coming from both boys. His cockhead expanded just a bit more each time it rushed across the silk caressing it; his shaft grew against the tight ring. "AHHhhhhh...! uhhhhh...! As his cum shot from his cockhead into his brother, Phil's cries were punctuated by the continuing rhythm of his fucking and the excited grunting of his brother. He came again, then a third time, and each time was harder and more intense than he had ever known before. Finally, he fell onto Kent, his dick, wet with cum and still hard, remained inside Kent's ass. They lay that way for a few minutes. "Oooooo Phil... You came inside me... didn't you?" Kent's quiet voice was muffled with his head pressed into the bed by Phil's body. Phil waited until his dick began to soften a bit, and then he pulled out and slid to Kent's side. "Oh, damn... oh, shit Kent... I never came like that before... so hot!" "You fucked me," Kent said, his quiet voice revealing the awe he felt, the pleasure he was still feeling. He didn't want to move, not a muscle! He could still feel that fullness his brother had given him and the wetness of what he realized was his brother's cum. As he began to tighten again, he could feel the warm cum seeping from his hole and running slowly down onto his little balls. Phil moved closer to Kent, listening to his brother's breathing slow. He'd been inside! He'd fucked! He wondered if Kent would want to fuck him, now. He would have to say it was okay, wouldn't he? His own brother? But how had Danny put it? "Cherry." That's what he'd said. Danny had said Phil would be taking his brother's cherry. Phil would say "yes" if Kent asked him. But, deep inside, he really wanted to give his cherry to Neal. To his boyfriend. To be fucked for the first time... Phil realized Kent had fallen asleep. The sleepover was arranged for the next Friday. Phil invited Steve and Neal to spend the night, and, techincally, he was just being the very tolerant older brother by allowing Kent to be part of it. He had told Steve it was the only way he would let him spend the night with Kent, only if Phil himself were there, too. After pizza in the kitchen, the four boys moved to the bedroom Kent and Phil shared. Steve had never been there before, and he admired the set-up the brothers shared. Phil tossed a DVD in, but nobody paid any attention to it, since he immediately pulled his t-shirt off. The other three followed his example, and in a moment they were all four in their briefs. Phil had his arm around Neal as they both watched Steve. Phil had told Neal about fucking Kent and about how Steve felt about his little brother. It was unspoken, but both knew that if Steve wanted to fuck Kent Phil would let him try; but he would stop him if it seemed it just couldn't be done. Both also knew that Phil wanted to give his cherry to Neal just as much as Neal wanted to take it. "Can I watch you pee?" Steve asked Kent. Kent blushed a bit. He and Phil had talked about what might be happening that night, but this was, still, just the third time he'd been around Steve. Yes, he'd admitted to Phil, it would be really cool if Steve could fuck him, but... Well, he still blushed. The two went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Steve sat on the closed toilet seat as Kent stood in front of him. He slowly pulled Kent's briefs down and off. The nine-year-old's two-and-a-half inches sprang out, eager for attention. Steve ignored it for a moment and slowly rang his hands over Kent's smooth body. "You're so beautiful," Steve said quietly. His hands ran over Kent's shoulders and down his sides, then back to his round ass. Steve leaned in, kissing and licking the boy's chest. Kent giggled a bit when Steve's tongue played with his nipples. Steve raised his head, and his fingers slowly and lightly played over Kent's face. Kent leaned in slightly, and the boys kissed, the thirteen-year-old's hands moving on Kent's back and bottom. "I really need to pee," Kent grinned, when they broke their kiss. "I mean, I really do." Steve grinned back at him. He stood and pulled his own briefs down. His dick, four-and-a-half inches, was red. Phil and Neal could even see the wetness of his cockhead. Steve opened the cover of the toilet and sat on the seat. He picked Kent up and sat him on his lap, facing him. He reached between them and turned Kent's little dick downward. "Now, little dude, pee." Kent stared at him. Steve wanted him to pee... on Steve's lap? Down on his pubes, his cock? Kent grinned. Sure, he'd pee. And he did, never taking his eyes off Steve's face. His dickhead was surrounded by Steve's dark pubes, and he released his pee to wet them. He heard his pee drip down into the water, dripping from the teen's dick and balls. The moment his last dribble had left his dickhead, Kent's dick hardened against Steve. "Oh, baby, that was nice," Steve said, holding the boy close to his chest. Then he stood Kent in front of him again. He took a washcloth from the sink and washed his pubes, cock and balls. He dried with a towel, then he picked Kent up and carried him back into the bedroom. Phil and Neal had watched what had happened. Steve was into things they'd never thought of! Steve stood Kent on the floor next to Phil and Neal and got onto his knees in front of him. He kept his eyes on Kent, but he spoke to Phil. "I'll never do anything to hurt this kid, Phil. I love him too much for that." And he took Kent's hard little dick into his mouth and sucked. Phil and Neal had been playing with each other's dicks, but the sight of the teen sucking little Kent turned them on even more. Phil lay back onto the sleeping bags on the floor as Neal lowered himself to get to Phil's cock. He first licked his balls, smooth and hairless, then he moved to the mound at the base of Phil's cock, fuzzy with the beginning of his blond pubes. He took Phil's cock in his hand and began to lick the cockhead; his tongue went around and around it, moving the precum into his own mouth, then it scraped across the little lips at it's center. Phil moaned. Neal took the cockhead into his mouth and nursed on it slowly. His whole body warmed with pleasure as he sucked Phil, and his five-inch dick throbbed against his thigh. Phil glanced over at Steve and Kent and saw that Steve was on his back, watching Kent run his fingers through Steve's abundant pubes. Kent's fingers moved down to the heavy balls below. Steve raised one of his strong thighs, and Kent arranged himself between the teen's legs so he could lower his face and suck on the older boy's cock. Phil was brought back to himself when Neal pressed his face onto Phil's cock for the first time, taking it fully into his mouth until his lips were pressed tightly against Phil's body. Phil shuttered as his cockhead pressed against the back of Neal's mouth. Neal began to move his entire face up and down, and Phil watched as his dick disappeared and reappeared. He groaned. Phil remembered his promise to his boyfriend and was suddenly aware of his asshole pulsing as his cock was sucked. "Do it, Neal... Fuck me now..." Phil gasped. Neal raised up long enough to let Phil roll over. But he immediately lowered his face again and began to lick and kiss Phil's ass. The rough tongue passed over the smooth skin slowly, but Neal was moving intentionally to his target. Phil sucked in his breath as he felt Neal's tongue lick down into his crack. Neal's hands pulled his asscheeks apart, and his tongue licked Phil's puckerhole. "Oh god! Oh fuck yeah..." Phil had never imagined this! That tongue -- rough on the top, so smooth on the underside -- passed quickly back and forth over his hole. Then he felt the point of it pressing at the center, pressing insistently, pressing hard. Phil remembered to relax, and he felt his hole open slightly. He shivered all over as he realized Neal's tongue was actually inside him, moving deeper inside him, licking him inside, tasting him... Neal was holding Phil's hips still so his tongue could move rapidly and press as deeply as possible. "Oh fuck... yesssss..." Phil's whole insides responded to Neal's attack. His assring was alternately loosening and tightening against Neal's tongue. Then, suddenly, Neal pulled away, and Phil's ass felt empty, cool, empty... Neal had told Phil he had something he liked better than lotion, and he had brought a bottle of baby oil with him. He reached over for it and put a few drops on Phil's hole. He used a finger to smooth it around, marveling at the smoothness and pinkness he wanted to invade. He pressed his finger in gently, and he felt Phil open to him and press back. He grinned. It seemed that both of them had been practicing on their own asses for a while! It wasn't long before Neal could press a second and then a third finger into Phil's hole. Phil was groaning, both because the fingering felt so good and because it began to hurt just a bit. But Neal was patient and continued to finger him carefully until he was certain Phil's moans were those of pleasure. Neal lay fully on top of Phil, then raised up enough to coat his own dick with the oil. He continued to play with Phil's asshole for a little longer, his dick hot and impatient against the smooth ass. Then he pulled his fingers away and held his cockhead in place. Phil reflexively tightened. He had been thinking about this, wanting this, for a long time now, and he consciously made himself relax his assring. The heat of his friend's cockhead against his sensitive asshole surprised him, but he was instantly warmed. He pressed back, but that made his ring tighten again. He relaxed. Holding his cockhead at Phil's entrance, Neal leaned down and whispered, "I want to fuck you, Phil, because I love you. I love you, Phil." He could feel the hole he wanted to enter relax, and he pressed again. This time the little pucker opened just a bit. He held his cock there for a moment and then pressed in again. The entrance opened a little more. He kept moving very slightly, the hand holding his cockhead in place shaking only a little. He wanted in so badly! He needed to fuck Phil, need to fuck him so much... Phil's arms were crossed under his head, and he was moaning. It seemed that the heat of his boyfriend's entire body had been focused into that cockhead at his ass. The increasing pressure excited him; the thought of that big cock sliding into him excited him; his desire to open his body to his friend excited him... "AAAAAAAAAA!" Phil yelled and tears appeared instantly in his eyes as pain shot from his asshole through his entire body. "OOOOOOOO fuck..." At first he didn't hear what Neal was saying. When he could breath more deeply, Neal's voice came to him. "I'm in... Oh damn, Phil... cockhead's in... oh damn you're so tight... oh damn..." Slowly the sharp pain subsided. There was still a pain from the tightness, but it was not too bad, something he could manage, pain was disappearing, feeling so open so full so full... Both boys had frozen, then relaxed, when Neal's cockhead had slipped past Phil's ring. They remained in place. Neal moved his head down to kiss his friend's shoulders and back. He could feel Phil relaxing more as he moved his little kisses around. "Okay... okay now... just go slow... Oh, Neal fuck me..." Neal continued with a few more little kisses as he pressed his hips inward. He could feel his cock move, and the sensation on his cockhead made him pull away from Phil's back. His jaw dropped as a long sigh of pleasure escaped. He pressed inward. Phil knew Neal was moving slowly, but it felt as though something huge and hot were tearing into him. He gritted his teeth. He wouldn't complain. He remembered what Danny and James had told him, that the pain would go away, that the pleasure would overwhelm him. As Neal's big cock moved slowly downward, he almost felt as though he were being split open. But the pain did slowly die away. And the pleasure began to flow over him in waves. "Oh yesss Neal... oh fuck me..." Phil shook as the sensation of his boyfriend's fucking movements began. "Oh fuck...fuck..." Neal felt as though his cock were clamped so tightly it couldn't possible move. But as it throbbed he slid it down until he was lying completely on Phil. Their bodies couldn't possible be closer together. He felt a shiver go down his back. He was inside, all the way inside. He began to pull up and then slid back down in small, short movements. Then he began a genuine fucking. Both boys were filled with a surge of pleasure. As Phil felt himself filled again and again, Neal felt his cock sliding along the deep tunnel. Both groaned. Neal kept his motions slow because he was afraid that if he moved too quickly it would all be over too soon. With each fuck, the boys' moans came from deep within them. Phil suddenly heard a yelp he recognized, and he turned his face toward the other couple. Steve was poised on top of Kent. Neal knew to rest his hard cock deep inside as Phil raised up slightly on his arms to look at Steve and Kent. "I won't hurt him... I won't!" Steve's determined voice was directed to Phil. "Please, baby," he said, now speaking to Kent, "I won't hurt you..." "Fuck me." Kent's little voice was desperate with need. He wanted this big teen so much! Steve held his cockhead at Kent's little hole again. Phil saw that it was slick and shiny; Steve must have used some of Neal's oil. Phil could hardly see Steve move when he pressed gently again. Kent sucked in a breath between his teeth, but he made no other sound. Steve increased the pressure on Kent's puckerhole so slightly he almost didn't move at all, but Kent yelped again. The teen dropped his cock and covered the little boy's body with his own. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you..." "But I want you to fuck me," Kent's whisper was broken. He had obviously felt a lot of pain when the teen's big cockhead tried to enter. "I will, baby, but maybe not now, okay?" Phil had never heard Steve speak with such a soft and gentle voice. "We can try again, later." The teen was running his fingers through Kent's hair. Steve rolled over and pulled the boy on top of him. He covered Kent's face with kisses and then held him still against his chest. All too aware that Neal's cock was throbbing deeping inside his ass, Phil needed to know that his little brother was all right, and he was satisfied when Kent began to move over Steve's muscled body, trying to feel everything the teen had. Phil heard Steve sigh as his little brother lowered himself to lick at Steve's groin. Phil lowered his head back onto his arms, and Neal slowly resumed his fucking. Neal was now sweating, and as he fucked deeply he could feel the dampness of Phil's ass against him. Each time he pulled up, it felt as though his cock were about to be completely expelled from Phil's body, but each time he moved down again, it felt as though Phil was opening himself completely, welcoming his throbbing cock. Neal began a grinding motion, moving his cock around against the walls inside as it fucked up and down. It was an unconscious addition to his movements but a thoroughly natural one. And both the boys benefited from the additional pleasure of cock sliding against ass. Up and down, and the dance continued slowly. Neal gasped suddenly when he realized the point of no return had been reached. There was no way to stop now, no way even to slow down. The dance had to be danced to its natural conclusion now, and his fucking became faster. His moans were deeper now, just as the pleasure spread from his cock to inside his gut, where it would soon begin. As Neal fucked him faster, Phil knew what would soon happen, and no one wanted it more than he did. He panted as the cock inside him moved up and down, and he used his ass as he would have used his mouth had he been sucking that same cock. His ass clenched tight as the cock pulled away, refusing to release it altogether; then his ass relaxed as the cock flew down inside him again, welcoming it, wanting it, needing it... The fucking continued at an increasingly rapid pace. The sweaty body of the boy on top slapped against the wet ass of the boy on bottom. The ass even thrust back toward the cock invading it. Steve and Kent stopped their play to watch the rapid movements. Sounds of pleasure and need came from the pair as their breath became more ragged. And then Neal came. "Aggggggg...aaaaaaaa..." Neal virtually screamed at the intensity of his pleasure. The tightness that had been growing in his belly suddenly exploded into his cock, and his cocklips opened to kiss the inside of his lover with boycream. The cum shot out with such force Neal became dizzy, but then his body arched and spasmed as a second shot was sent into Phil. The third shot followed so rapidly it seemed that it was all one, one long, continuing, never-ending emptying of his body... And Phil whimpered as his ass was assaulted with the heat and wetness of his friend's offering. He moaned, and tears of pleasure came to his eyes. He felt full, so full, so loved... It lasted forever, and it was over too soon. Neal collapsed on top of Phil, his cock still inside his boyfriend as though it never wanted to leave. They lay there, their bodies wet with sweat, their gasps for breath intermingled with whimpers of pleasure and satisfaction. After a long while, Neal moved slightly, and his cock slipped wetly from Phil's ass. They both made small sounds of disappointment, but they still lay one on top of the other. Finally, Steve whispered, "You dudes are so hot. That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." "Yeah," Kent agreed. "See," he explained to Steve, "they're boyfriends." It seemed like hours before anyone spoke further. Phil was still stretched by the big cock that had been in him, and he could feel Neal's load of cum slowly slipping out of him, sliding down to the back of his ballsac. He still felt full. Neal's weight on his back kept him warm, and Neal's kisses on his shoulder felt just right. As Phil inhaled, Neal's body lifted slightly on top of him. He could feel Neal's wet cock against his ass cheek. Phil had to clear his throat before he could speak. He sounded tired, satisfied, happy. He looked over at Steve and Kent. He'd had an idea. "Season's over next week," he said. "And, oh fuck, do I have an idea..."