Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 14:09:32 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 1 This story is completely fiction. It is the story of the developing relationship of two young friends, including their sexual experiences. If you do not like this kind of material, or if you are not at least 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read this material, you are to leave. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all emails, but please be patient. This is a busy time right now. the.empty.room@hotmail.com Please include the story title in the subject line. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 1 Danny tossed the ball too high this time; it hit the backboard way above the basket and bounced off. Hadn't been paying attention! "Ha!" James laughed as he caught the ball. He had a couple of inches on Danny and gracefully threw the ball with his right hand as he jumped about two feet off the ground. Danny froze. He couldn't help but stare. The curve of his friend's body began with the fingers that had just released the ball. James' arm was bent slightly at the elbow, and his body arched slightly to the left, toward the goal. Without his shirt, the curve of his side reached its outermost point at his hip; then it moved inward again along the tanned thigh and down to his ankles. James looked like a right parenthesis. Danny thought he was beautiful. The most beautiful eleven-year-old boy he'd ever seen. And he was Danny's best friend. "Too hot!" Danny said when he'd come out of his daze. He went over to sit on the bench at the side of the court and used the t-shirt he'd left there to wipe some of the sweat off his forehead and chest. James continued shooting baskets. The park was almost deserted in the heat of the afternoon, and the two had been at it for some time. Danny watched. He knew that James knew he was watching when James shot him a big grin over his shoulder. Danny was thinking about the shower when got home from the park. He felt his dick stir between his thighs. He grinned back. "That's it," James finally called. "Too hot for more. I'm tired after all that riding, anyway." They had spent the early part of the afternoon riding their bikes before they'd decided to shoot a few hoops at the park. It was close to the end of summer, and the approach of the seventh grade was reason enough to squeeze every bit of fun they could into every remaining day. They were just ordinary guys who liked doing what ordinary guys like to do. After dumping their their bikes in James' back yard, they went into the kitchen. James pulled a couple of sodas out of the refridgerator, and the boys sat across from each other at the table. James' hair was plastered to his head from the heat; the usual light brown color was darkened considerably by the sweat. Danny watched the movement of his arms and shoulders, catching just a glimpse of James' still-hairless underarm. His nipples were hard. After a summer together, the boys were comfortable enough with each other that silence was not awkward. They had seemed to hit it off right away, and a summer of biking, fishing, and basketball/baseball had sealed a budding friendship. They made arrangements to meet at the park again for a while after supper, and Danny biked home, just three blocks away. It was still an hour or so before his mom got home from work, so he stripped in his bedroom and walked naked to the bathroom across the hall. He stood in front of the mirror. For an eleven-year-old, he decided, he wasn't that bad looking. His hair was black and still messed up from being outside. His brown eyes slowly traveled the length of his reflection. At 5'4" he was still too skinny, he thought. But, then, he was still growing. He smelled his armpits. He grinned, Is that nasty or what? But he kept grinning. He liked the way James smelled when they'd been in the sun for a while. His hand moved to his dick, already hard. He'd measured it just last night. It was four inches exactly, and there was no hair yet. Maybe soon, he thought. Danny rolled his thumb over his dickhead and felt it deep inside somewhere. He loved the feeling when he rubbing the smooth round tip at the end of his dick. He wondered if James was circumsized, too. How long was he? Did he have hair? Danny pulled on his cock. It was probably a bad thing to do. That's what most people would say, he supposed. But he didn't care. He didn't even care that most people would say it was wrong for a boy to think the way he did about other boys. Danny had decided he was gay. Well, maybe. It wasn't something he had chosen to be; in fact, he sort of wished he weren't. It would be a lot easier if he weren't! He was just an ordinary guy. But there was no denying the fact that he thought about boys the way other boys thought about girls. What their hair must feel like. What they would look like naked. How big their dicks were. How round their butts were. What it would be like to touch... He turned to the shower and adjusted the water. He had time to shower just the way he loved, a way he usually couldn't in the mornings. First, he held his dick to the side so he could pee on his thigh; he loved the warm feeling. Then he started with the shower gel and lathered himself, shoulders, chest, belly, legs. Stepping back from the water, he closed his eyes. Danny's hands moved slowly now, beginning at his shoulders. His arms crossed as his hands massaged his shoulders; then he moved his hands slowly down and across each other to massage his chest. He lingered at his nipples, stroking them and pinching them lightly. He spread his fingers across his belly and moved his hands down to his inner thighs. And he was thinking about James. James and his shoulders, his chest, his nipples. James and his taut belly, his brown and smooth thighs. He did not feel guilty -- not right now -- about dreaming of his friend in this way. It was just something he couldn't help. His hands moved the lather around to his ass, and he slowly smoothed it around and around. James' ass was round, too -- so round in those tight shorts he wore. Around and down onto the back of his thighs. James' thighs were strong, tanned, smooth... One hand moved the lather to his smooth balls, and the other began to slowly stroke his dick. In the last year he had discovered the pleasure of pleasing his dick, making it fully hard. He'd discovered it in bed one night a year earlier as he was thinking about a movie he'd just seen, a scene where the hero walked out of the water onto the beach wearing just a bikini brief. His dick had stiffened as he pictured the hero's movements, and he'd slipped his hand into his boxers to see what was happening. His boxers were soon down around his knees as he watched his first boy boner. And the ten-year-old dick was doing something he'd never seen -- or felt! -- before. Without his touching it, it had grown, gotten bigger! And it felt so really, really good! He reached for it and found that touching it make the feeling even better. Eventually, in his explorations of this wonder, he'd discovered the tingling that began in the head of his dick and traveled up it and deep into his insides somewhere. He'd discovered a "point of no return," a point from which he didn't want to return, as that deep pleasure grew and spread. He'd discovered the greatest mystery a boy can learn about his growing body, the overpowering, overwhelming, mysterious burst of sensous pleasure as he experienced a dry cum. And he'd discovered this summer it was all the more pleasurable when he was thinking about James as he did it all. He'd felt guilty about that at first. But he just couldn't help it, and now his thoughts almost automatically went to his friend when he played with himself in bed or in the shower. His legs began to tremble slightly, and he had to spread his feet apart a bit to maintain his balance. As his hand began to move a little faster up and down his hard dick, he squeezed his eyes shut. In his mind he could almost see the strange heat that moved up his cock and into his belly. He began to moan. The strange and pleasant tightening began, and Danny bent forward slightly. His hand moved still faster, and the heat inside grew stronger, bigger, more insistent. He knew just an instant before the exploding feeling, and he drew a deep breath without even realizing it. It overpowered him then. "OOOoooooo...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." His sounds echoed in the shower as his hand flew over his cock. It seemed to go on and on, and it was never long enough. A boy privately pleasuring himself can take his time, make all the sounds he wants. Finally it was finished, and Danny expelled a long breath he had not even been aware he'd been holding. "Aww, fuck...so good," he muttered to himself. He pushed to the back of his mind as image of himself doing it all with James. He rinsed off and dried himself, walking naked back into his bedroom. Why did he always feel just a little...bad afterwards? He glanced at himself in the mirror above his dresser as he pulled on another pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Three blocks away, James lay naked on his bed, panting rapidly as his own dry cum peaked. He stroked his belly and his smooth balls in the afterglow. Did other boys do this...? Did Danny? Did anybody know his secret? His mom couldn't; he was careful about that. If other boys did this stuff, could they see in his eyes that he did it, too? Would they know, think James was a freak? Would Danny know? James wasn't one to get emotional easily, but when he thought about Danny he knew that a tear was forming. It was just that he was so damn happy to have made such a friend as Danny! It had never felt right to be as alone as he'd been before that summer, to have nobody to really talk to, nobody to feel... well, right with. Sometmes, James thought, it was almost like they could read each other's minds. God, James thought, what would Danny think of this?!? But they never argued about what to do, always seemed to enjoy whatever it was they decided to do. Neither one had so much as uttered the word "friend" to the other, but James knew that's exactly what they were now, after the summer. Not just friends, but good friends. And, as far as he was concerned, best friends. He sighed as his hand found his dick again. Just a little over four inches, he smiled. He held it up so he could look down the length of his body to see it. His slightly raised shoulders highlighted the beginning of pectorals and tightened his belly in a way strangely pleasing. He knew he would be getting pubic hair one day soon, and that would mark the beginning of his becoming a man. He'd read about all the changes and followed the growth of his own body carefully. He stroked slowly and lay his head back again as his dick stiffened. God, he loved this feeling! In the seventh grade they would be required to shower after gym or after games -- he hoped to get on the baseball team. He'd never seen another boy naked before. He knew he'd be a little nervous at first, but he was actually looking forward to seeing what other boys looked like. Especially Danny. He just hoped he wouldn't spring a boner when he was with a roomful of naked boys. Boys with round butts, balls hanging down, dicks sticking out hard and straight and pointing at each other and feeling so fine, so fine... The car door slammed in the driveway, and James realized his mom was home. He jumped up from the bed and got his clean clothes on quickly. "Hi, sweety," his mom said, as James came into the kitchen. "What have you been up to today?" "Aw, not much, mom. Danny and me just rode our bikes for a while, then shot some hoops. Hey, can I go over to the park again after supper? Me and Danny want to meet up." "Not tonight, honey. Remember? I want you to help me move all those old boxes out of the garage for the garbage pickup in the morning." "But, mom, I already told Danny I'd meet him there." "Well, you should have checked first. I told you this morning. And I've been waiting long enough to get those things hauled away. You'll just have to call him and tell him not tonight." James didn't argue any more. He had forgotten. Besides, this was something he didn't really want to talk about. And he knew his mom didn't either. All those boxes were things that belonged to his dad. His dad had been killed in an accident just over two years before. The shock had almost made his mom sick, and James didn't even like to think about how it made him feel. Somehow, they'd been able to move on. His mom had been reluctant to get rid of anything that had been his dad's, but she finally gave his clothes and some other things away. A few things had just been tossed out. Everything else went into boxes that were stored in the garage. She had said that it was all stuff that wouldn't be of use to anybody and that eventually she'd feel like getting rid of it. It had just been collecting dust, and that morning, without saying anything more about it, she had just told James she wanted his help in setting it all out to be hauled away. He hadn't said anything about it. It was just boxes. He called Danny and told him he wouldn't be able to make it; he just said he couldn't and didn't explain why. They agreed to meet in the morning. When he came back into the kitchen, he gave his mom a hug and began to set the table. Just the two of them now, James always tried to help when he could -- although he had disliked housecleaning at first. But he got used to it. It was just something that had to be done. After they did the dishes, his mom went up to change into old clothes, and James went into the garage. They were just boxes, he told himself. Some were along the side of one wall, but some were up in the loft. He didn't even remember their being packed. He had helped his mom pack some of the clothes they'd taken downtown, but not these boxes. He'd come home from school one day, and they had already been put out in the garage. He climbed up the ladder into the loft to move a few boxes closer to the edge. His hand left a print in the dust on the top of the first box he touched. He wondered what was in it. He didn't really want to know. It was all just stuff, now. He didn't realize he'd sort of fallen into a daze until he jumped when his mom came into the garage. Without saying anything he began handing the boxes down to her carefully. Then he climbed down, and they moved them all out to the curb. When the last box was at the edge of the street, James stood there a moment. There weren't really that many when they were all stacked in one pile. Not a lot of stuff. There was the box with his handprint on it. His last touch... He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. His mom put her arms around him and hugged him. "It's okay, James. There's nothing important there...things that would have been thrown away eventually, anyway. I've saved a lot of things, James. A lot of things just for you. I'll give them to you someday." James rubbed his wet eyes against her shoulder. "There are lots of pictures, some of his books, and other things. Remember that big old ugly ring I always teased him about?" James nodded. "I've got that, and that will be yours someday; you can wear it if you want to. He loved you a lot, Jimmy. You know that." "I know, mom." He sniffed. "And I'm to old to be called Jimmy anymore. You know that." He smiled at her. They laughed a little together and went back into the house. Later, after a little TV, he took a quick shower and changed into clean boxers. As he lay on his bed in the dark, his hand massaged his dick gently through the cotton. Then he slipped his hand under his waistband. His hand circled his dick. He just held it. He smiled. He was happy. And why not? He was just an ordinary guy. He had a great mom. He was headed for the seventh grade. He had a great friend. Could things get much better than that for a eleven-year-old boy? ---------------- Danny and James were continuing characters in "The Springfield Jerkoffs," posted in Young Friends, June 6 2007. That story was set during their 14th summer; this is their backstory.