Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 16:17:58 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 6 (b/b/b oral) 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 Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 6 "And it was so hot, Neal, holding his dick when he came." Phil was speaking quietly, but he knew Neal was listening to every word. At least, he hoped he was. It was the first sleepover at Phil's house since they had sucked each other at Neal's. Phil had invited Neal twice before he agreed to come over. It was like he didn't want to be reminded of what had happened or something. Phil was really frustrated, but Neal was his very best friend -- always had been -- and he decided to ask one more time. This time, Neal accepted. Did he know what I have in mind, Phil wondered? That I want us to... do what we did before? He has to know that, Phil decided. And if he said he'd sleep over, that means he's finally willing to do it again, doesn't it? But Neal had been very unresponsive to anything except talk about the team, movies, TV, video games, and everything else -- except talk about sex! They had been in Phil's room ever since supper, and Phil finally decided to do what he'd done before -- just start talking about how hot it had been with the guys -- and hope for the best. Kent was still downstairs watching TV with their folks. His parents had decided to keep the nine-year-old out of the older boys' hair for a while, but Phil knew that at some point he'd be coming up to bed. Kent was still in a snit about Phil and Neal sucking each other, but Phil thought that he'd come around if he saw he could get in on it. But so far there was nothing to get in on! "The guys were all naked, Neal. You should see Steve - wow, he's so... hot! And Danny and James. You know how nice they are, Neal. And they're really sexy, too." They were lying on the floor watching the end of some shit DVD. But Phil knew -- maybe -- that Neal was paying more attention to what he was saying than what was on the screen. "Then you'll never guess what happened, Neal. Never in a million years." Phil stopped and waited for a response. Fuck, he thought. It was like talking to a brick wall. Except for one thing. They were lying on their bellies, and Phil had seen Neal shift his weight more than once -- it was certain that he was lying on a hard dick! "He told me we need to practice for when we kissed girls, Neal. And, shit, man -- he kissed me!" At that, Neal turned to Phil with an obvious look of disbelief on his face. "No, Neal, he really did! All the guys saw it!" Now Phil was pressing his own hard dick into the floor as he explained what had happened. He told Neal how Steve's lips had felt, how surprised Phil was when he felt the older boy's tongue, how he had opened his own mouth, how they had kissed deeply. "And we jerked each other off again, Neal, while we were kissing. It was absolutely the hottest thing..." Phil stopped. "I mean...except for...the other night..." Neal was clearly rocking his hips slightly. But he didn't say anything. He turned back to the TV. At that moment Kent opened the door and came into the room. "I'm going to bed," he announced, somewhat abruptly. Shit, Phil thought. He's still being pissy. Phil had asked him not to be mad at him anymore, not to do anything to spoil the sleepover. The plan had been for Kent to stay over at a friend's house for the night, but the friend had gotten sick, and it hadn't worked out. Phil was afraid that with his little brother present, Neal would not be likely at all to want to talk about sex, let along do anything about it. His careful plans were shot to hell, Phil thought. He had finally threatened Kent. He hated to do it, but he was afraid his brother might say or do something to make Neal angry. He told Kent that if he said anything about knowing what Phil and Neal had done together, he'd never suck him again. And he's plaster his head all over the wall! Kent had walked off in a huff. Kent was clearly going to be a pain. He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. Neal looked over at Phil, who shrugged his shoulders. The movie was over, anyway, so they turned it off, and Phil helped Neal spread his sleeping bag open between the brothers' beds. Kent stalked out of the bathroom in his briefs, turned off the lamp on the table next to his bed, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up. Neal had stayed with Phil enough times before to know that little brothers can be assholes sometimes, so he didn't say anything. Neal used the bathroom first, returning to the bedroom in his clean briefs to climb into his sleeping bag. Phil did the same, turned out the overhead light, and got into bed. There was still enough light in the room that he could make out his brother's shape in the opposite bed, though he was hidden under the covers he'd pulled over his head. Neal was lying on his back in his sleeping bag, looking up at the ceiling. Phil could tell he wasn't asleep yet. After all, they were used to talking for a while. But Phil was too eager -- or too nervous -- for the general small talk they usually exchanged. Their only other sex together -- his and Neal's -- had happened because Phil had taken the bull by the horns. At least, that's how Phil remembered it. Phil raised up enough to pull his briefs completely off. He was hard. He wasn't sure there was enough light in the room for Neal to see him, but he thought there was. He began to slowly stroke his dick. He spread his legs wider, and in a moment he was lost in his own little world. From the corner of his eye he saw the form rise from the floor and move to his bedside. A hard dick was just visible in the near-darkness. A big five-inch hard dick. Phil felt the bed shift as Neal crawled in next to him. Neal didn't say a word. He reached down for Phil's cock and pushed Phil's hand away. He stroked it slowly, and Phil felt the thrill of another boy's hand on his dick. Phil couldn't reach Neal's dick, since he was turned partially away, so he placed his hand on his friends back. Neal didn't need any urging at all. He leaned in and licked at Phil's cockhead. Phil sucked in his breath noisily as Neal's tongue raked across his peehole. Phil closed his eyes -- there was little he could see, anyway -- and let his mind focus on what he felt. The tongue sliding all around his cockhead. The hand cupped under his balls. The lips sucking in his dick, then tightening around his shaft as his whole dick was sucked to the back of Neal's mouth. Phil moaned and spread his legs even wider. Neal left his dick to lick down for his balls, and Phil moaned louder at the touch of his tongue. He felt his balls licked thoroughly, then the tongue swirled around the entire ballsac and under it. His cock was sucked again right at the base, and the his friend's tongue explored every bit of Phil's shaft on the way up to his cockhead again. "Oh, Neal...that's so hot...oh yeaaaa..." Phil tried to keep his voice down, but he found he had little control over his voice. Neal's hands were suddenly everywhere -- on the sides of his ass, on his hips, up his sides to his chest, up into his armpits. And all the while, Neal was eagerly sucking his cock. The eleven-year-old who would never talk about sex was pressing his face into Phil's groin as though he were starving for it, as though he needed cock more than he needed breath in his lungs. He sucked deeply, and his tongue moved so rapidly over Phil's dick inside his mouth that Phil felt like there were a dozen tongues working on him. Phil groaned and grabbed Neal's head, pressing him harder against himself. But Neal suddenly stopped and readjusted himself on Phil's bed. Phil didn't understand at first, then he realized Neal had turned himself so that his own dick was only inches from Phil's face. When Neal returned to eating Phil's cock, Phil eagerly sucked his friend's dick into his mouth. For a moment he had forgotten its size. Neal was a full five inches long, and to a boy who had three-and-a-half inches, five inches was huge. Phil found the thick cock pressing at the back of his soft palate, and he almost gagged. He determined that he would never gag for this cock, the one he had wanted to see, to suck, for so long. He swallowed carefully, and he resumed his sucking. Neal shifted again. God, Phil thought -- he's all over me! This time, instead of lying side by side, Neal was on top of Phil, his knees on either side of his chest, his cock and ass above his head. And Neal's own face was buried in Phil's ballsac as he licked it. Phil groaned as he sucked the cock above him, and his hands held his friends ass steady. As Neal licked down from Phil's balls toward his crack, Phil shuttered, but he let Neal's dick slide from his mouth as his tongue, following Neal's lead, licked behind Neal's ballsac and into the beginning of the dark crevice. Apparently, Neal needed more cock, though, and he returned to Phil's wet dick, nursing on it. Phil sucked Neal into his mouth again, and he realized he would soon cum -- there was no way to stop it now. Neal's more frantic sucking and the small thrusts of his groin into Phil's face made it apparent that Neal was getting close, too. Neither boy could tell any longer which grunts were his own and which were his friend's, which moans were coming from his own mouth and which from another mouth. They focused on their sucking, the fullness of their mouths, the heat of the cockheads ready to feed them. And, almost at the same time, the two cocks filled and then emptied themselves into the waiting mouths. Together, the best friends came, shooting their young cum into the eager mouth sucking for it. Neither knew to count the number of times he came; both were too overcome with the exploding pleasure of their bodies. They climaxed, their mouths filled with hot dick and hotter cum, until their young bodies just could longer pump any more out. Neal fell against Phil, then slowly rolled to his side. Their sweaty bodies were still pressing into each other. The room was filled with pants and gasps for breath. Slowly, Phil realized there was another sound. It was not coming from his bed. It was coming from across the room. It was... it had to be Kent. They had awakened him -- if he had ever been asleep. Kent was... Phil knew the sound. Kent was trying to be a big boy. He was trying not to cry. Suddenly, Phil felt like a... shit. Neal was his best friend. His very best friend. But Kent was his brother. He squeezed Neal's arm -- and he wasn't sure just what that meant -- and slipped out of bed. He pulled the covers away and slid into Kent's bed, putting his arms around his little bro. Kent was naked. Phil didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Kent didn't cry -- he was nine years old, after all -- but he clung to his big brother. Finally, Phil got off the bed, pulling Kent with him, and they sank down onto the sleeping bag on the floor between the beds. Neal soon joined them; Phil had thought he would. Phil held his brother close to him, feeling Kent's little dick swell against his stomach. Neal moved closer, and in a moment Kent was the middle part of a boy-sandwich. Phil was pressing against him from the front, and Neal was pressing into him from the back. There were hard dicks pushing at his groin and at his smooth ass. Phil could not tell where the idea had come from; it just happened. The two older boys stretched their arms to reach around each other, and they started a gentle rocking. Three dicks moved gently against the smooth skin that had captured them. Three dicks throbbed at the new sensation. Kent's face was buried in the chest of his big brother; his little dick was throbbing against one of Phil's legs. He felt a hard cock -- Neal's -- poking against the back of his thighs, just below his ass. Neal was pressed tightly against him, from the back of his head to his heels. Their arms tiring, Phil and Neal pulled away slightly, and Phil watched at his little brother's small dick wobbled, as though it were seeking more. It only took a second before Kent's dick found more -- in the form of Neal's mouth. Neal leaned in and took Kent's almost-two-and-a-half inches into his mouth. Kent gasped loudly. "Oh...Neal...ahhh..." He looked over at his brother, and Phil grinned at him. Kent grinned back at relaxed as Neal sucked at his groin. Phil watched, amazed. It was as though Neal was eating, after having been starved for months. He had just sucked Phil, eaten his cum, and now he was sucking his little bro! It seemed he couldn't get enough cock, his buddy. He lazily stroked his own dick as he watched Neal lick Kent's little balls and suck his dick in a fully as he could. His dick was still sticky from his recent cum, and his cock lurched in his hand as he realized that some of his own cum was in the mouth that was feasting on his brother. "Oooo...uhhhhh..." Kent's higher-pitched voice filled the room as the young boy was enveloped in the beginning of his orgasm. His moans became shorter as he rhythmically pushed his little body at Neal's mouth. "Aaaaaaa...aaa...aaaaaaaa..." His dry cum hit him hard, and his body bucked at the mouth sucking him. Neal had to lie back onto the floor, and his breath was heavy, raspy. "Shit, Neal... Oh, dude, you are so hot... You suck like... Oh, man..." Phil was filled with admiration for the unexpected talent of his buddy. Finally, Kent spoke up. "Look, Phil. Look at Neal's dick. It's so big! How come it's so big, Neal?" The innocence of the boy and his question seemed to loosen Neal's tongue in a way his best friend had not been able to do. Neal grinned. "Don't know. It just got that way, I guess." Phil was still in awe. "You sucked both of us, dude! Wow!" He looked down to see motion between Neal's legs, and he got up to turn on the light. The harshness of the overhead light made the boys, lying right underneath it, squint for a moment, but Phil could see that Neal had been working on his five inches again. He was hard. "I want to suck it," Kent said suddenly, and he reached over for the biggest dick he'd ever seen. He scooted closer, and Neal didn't object when Kent licked at the cockhead. Phil moved in closer. His brother's small lips opened and attempted to take Neal's cockhead in but just couldn't quite manage at first. Phil was astonished when, without disturbing Kent, Neal leaned in and took Phil's dick into his mouth again. "Ooooo fuck, Neal...yea suck it oh yea..." Phil's eyes stared at the sight. His best friend, one of the best-looking guys he knew, was leaning down again eating his cock, while his little bro was sucking Neal. He could hardly reach it, but he needed to hold something -- he finally reached Kent's dick and played with it. Phil jerked suddenly. "Damn...ofuckofuckooooo..." He'd cum again! Neal had sucked him to another cum! He fell back onto the sleeping bag, lightheaded. When he became aware of the other two again, they were all lying back on the sleeping bag, three naked boys, exhausted by their sex play. "Neal..." Phil's voice was breathy. "Neal...you're so... damn, Neal. You're great, buddy. Greatest..." He couldn't say anything else for a minute. Minutes passed. The boys were lying with their arms and legs thrown over each other, but no one moved. Then Neal turned his head to Phil. "Let's kiss," he said quietly. Phil scooted a little closer. Aware that his little bro was watching this, something boys just did not do to each other, Phil let his lips meet his friend's. It was different than kissing Steve. Neal's lips were... He felt his friend's tongue with his own, and the two boys pressed their mouths together, letting their tongues delve deeply into one another. Finally, they broke apart. "You're bigger than three-and-a-half," Neal said quietly. "Huh?" Phil responded. "You said your dick is three-and-a-half inches. It's more than that," Neal said, reaching to hold it. "You think?" Phil asked. "Got a ruler?" Neal looked up at him. "You mean it? A ruler? Um...yea, I got one." Phil sat up, then stood and went to the shelf where he kept his school supplies. He came back with a little plastic ruler. "It's a six-inch ruler," he said, handing it to Neal. "We won't need all of it," Neal grinned. Neal raised to his knees in front of Phil and sucked Phil's dick in. He sucked on it, licking his tongue all around it. Then he pulled away and lay the hard dick on top of the ruler. "See?" Neal asked. "Closer to four. Told you. About three-and-three-quarters, no a little more than that." "Really?" Phil was surprised. "Here, let me." He pulled Neal up by his shoulders and knelt in front of him. Neal grinned down as his friend held his already-hard dick to lick at it and suck on it. When he pulled away, he held the ruler under it. "Fuck! It's more than five inches, dude. Look, it's five... five-and-almost-a-quarter." Phil still had a hard time believing that Neal, almost a year younger, had a dick almost an inch-and-a-half longer than his own. "Me!" Kent was suddenly standing up next to Neal. "Do me -- measure me, too." Neal quickly knelt in front of Kent and took the ruler from Phil. He sucked Kent's dick in quickly and sucked on it hard. Kent had to hold onto Neal's head to keep from falling over. Neal sucked hard and long on the little nine-year-old dick. Kent had started moaning before Neal pulled away to measure. "Nice one, Kent. It's amost two-and-a-half," Neal announced. Before Kent could pull away, Neal went back to the dick he'd just measured and sucked it in again. He dropped the ruler and held the nine-year-old against him by clasping his ass with both hands. He sucked and licked rapidly, grunting and moving his tongue. "Neeeeeeeeil...uh..." Kent sounded almost in pain. He'd never been sucked and licked and jerked as much in his like as he had been that night. "Ooooo...gonna...doooooo iiiiiiit...Aaaaaaa." He shoved his little groin at Neal as his dry cum shot through him. Then he dropped, completely worn out, onto the sleeping bag. Phil was still kneeling there, watching the horniest boy he'd ever seen, hornier than he'd ever imagined a boy could be. How many times had Neal sucked them? How many times had they cum? He lost count. Neal turned to him and the two best friends put their arms around each other, guiding each other to the floor. They kissed, and the kiss was, again, much different than what Phil had experienced before. While his tongue was still caressing Phil's tongue, Neal's fingers found his cock and played with it. Phil was hard again. Oh, he wanted Neal to suck him again so badly... Then Neal pulled away from his mouth, lowered his head, and he did.