Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:40:48 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 21 & 22 This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young boys, including their sexual experiences with other boys. If you are not 18 years of age, or if it illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2008, Charles Hughes All rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 21 Contrary to their expectations, the boys both found very soon that high school wasn't as bad a they expected. There was, in fact, a lot more homework, and they had to discipline themselves to get it done. Their mothers helped with that, of course. Toward the end of the first week, James met Danny in the cafeteria at noon, but this time there was someone with him. "Hey, Danny," James said. He and the other boy set their trays down on the table. "This is Ronnie. He's in my gym class." "Hi, Ronnie," Danny said. If Ronnie spoke back, it was too quietly for Danny to hear. He smiled nervously and sat down. Danny suddenly got it. This was the "poor kid" James had mentioned before -- the one who got a boner in the shower and got called a queer for it. He looked over at James, and James nodded. The boys talked about classes as they ate, and gradually Ronnie became more a part of the conversation. Danny looked him over between bites. If he was in the ninth grade, he sure looked young for it. Unruly brown hair, cut short. A little on the skinny side. And very small. Looked more like... "How old are you?" Danny suddenly asked. "Mmm, 13," Ronnie said... Looks more like 11, Danny thought. "...but I'll be 14 in a couple of months." Ronnie smiled for the first time. "Yeah, I know. Everybody says so. I look younger than I am." He stopped smiling. "I hate that shit." As they continued to talk and eat, Danny suddenly realized that James had seen Ronnie naked in the shower. Danny was a little jealous of that; he wondered what kind of dick this guy had. He wondered if he'd ever find out. "Hey, Jerkoffs!" Steve suddenly appeared and slapped his tray on the table. He then realized there was a "stranger" at the table, someone who had no idea who the "Jerkoffs" were -- and wasn't supposed to! James smoothed over the greeting by introducing Steve to Ronnie. "And Steve's a great baseball player. Basketball, too. 'Course, he's built for it." It was James' turn to be a little embarrassed. "So, how's high school so far, Steve?" Danny asked. That was all it took, he thought. Just a reference to the Jerkoffs and Steve's build and I'm hard already. Shit! The conversation turned to safer subjects, and the four whiled away the rest of the lunch hour talking and laughing. Looks cute when he laughs, Danny thought when he saw Ronnie grinning. And they talked about Ronnie at their sleepover Saturday night. "He's cute; I like him," Danny said. "I don't think he has a lot of friends," James said. "In gym class he usually just sits in the bleachers by himself and watches everybody else. And he gets teased at lot because of his size." "His size?" "Yeah," James continued. "He's so short and all." He grinned. "And his size down there, too." He wiggled Danny's dick in his hand. "How big?" Danny was curious. "Looked like about three inches when I first saw his boner in the shower, but it looked more like four when I saw it the second time," James answered. "Three? Wow, that is kinda of little," Danny said. "Even four. But, then, he's still 13." He looked at James' five inch hardon and tried to imagine it when it was only three inches. "Maybe a little bigger. I think probably more like four. But they tease him so much! I wonder..." James stopped. "...if he needs a friend?" Danny finished for him. "Maybe two friends?" James grinned. "You like him don't you? I was wondering about maybe asking him over after school some day." "Instead of me?" Danny exaggerated his pretend pout. "You, too, doofus." Ronnie was put on the back burner as Danny licked at Jame's precum. James rolled onto his back and held his legs against his chest with his hands. Danny accepted the invitation with a grin. He scooted closer and licked at the balls hanging between James' legs. He loved rolling James' balls with his tongue, moving the sac from side to side, sucking lightly on it. Then his tongue followed the line of skin down lower, into the crack. And he found James' pucker waiting for him, pulsing for him. He licked at it, and James moaned. Danny swirled his tongue around it, then back and forth over it. He tightened his tongue, pointed it, and pressed at the tiny hole. "Oooo yea Danny..." Danny could feel James relax, and he pressed his tongue inward, opening the special place no one but him had been before. His tongue slowly circled the ring of muscle, helping it to relax a little more, and then his tongue entered a little farther. He felt the smooth, almost velvety, walls around his tongue, and he moved the tip of his tongue around, up and down, around. "Danny... please fuck me now..." James was ready. Danny put some lube around and in James' hole and then on his throbbing dick. He centered his cockhead on James' entrance and slid slowly inward. He sucked in his breath at the awesome feeling of James' ring sliding around his cockhead, accepting it. Slowly, he pressed himself inward. He looked up at James' face. James' eyes were on him, his mouth slightly open. He began to pant a little as Danny continued to enter. And then the boys were locked together, held together by that special connection. Danny gently began to rock against James, and then he slowly began to fuck. James moaned, and his eyes closed at the overwhelming feeling inside him, the feeling his lover brought to him. Danny fucked a little faster, feeling something inside him, too. Moans from both boys filled the bedroom, and soon a gentle slapping sound joined the moans, the sound of Danny's balls hitting against James' ass. Danny fucked faster, his moans now sounding more like coos as he moved inside the love tunnel James offered him. It would happen soon, he knew. His belly was knotting, the heat was building. James' moans were urging him on. He reached for James' dick and began to jerk it rapidly. James reacted by pressing himself harder onto the cock inside him. Danny increased the speed of his hand on James' dick, and it felt it stiffen more; he actually saw the dickhead swell. At the same moment, he saw James' cum shoot into the air, he also felt James' ring tighten around his cock. That was all it took. "Gonna... oooooo I'm cummmminnnn..." Danny thrust hard against James as his first shot blasted into James, and then he gave himself up to his cock, which throbbed each time it shot another load of his cream into his boyfriend. His balls emptied, his wet dick slid out, and he fell forward onto James as James' legs fell to the bed. There were tears in Danny's eyes. He couldn't help it. He let them flow, and he cried softly on James' shoulder. He cried in joy, in satisfaction, in gratitude for the love radiating between the two. James hugged him close. The football season started with a big pep rally to which all the students went, and Danny and James were caught up in the excitement as much as anybody else. "Going to the football game tonight?" Steve shouted as he walked up next to them. "Hey, want to go, Danny?" "Sure. Got to ask my mom first, but she'll say it's okay." Danny turned to Ronnie. "Want to go?" They agreed to meet at the main gate to the football field before the game. Their moms dropped them off and left for a movie; Ronnie was already waiting for them. "Hey, buddy!" James tapped fists with Ronnie, and the boy beamed at him. Danny wanted to hug him but knew that would not be a good idea. When Steve arrived they found seats in the stand. Danny and James sat so their butts were touching, but they figured that was all right. The stand was crowded. They were all cheering the first touchdown when a familiar voice broke through the crowd. "Hey, Steve! Danny! James!" A figure ran though the fans standing in the asile, and they recognized Phil. "Hey, dude!" James called to him. "What are you doing at a high school game?" The boys all sat down again, even more crowded together since Phil joined them. "Since when can't a seventh grader come to a high school game?" Phil asked with a grin. "As long as you cheer for Springfield!" Steve called. They realized that Ronnie didn't know Phil, and they told them who he was -- omitting that he was one of the Jerkoffs. Their attention wavered from the game as it proceeded since they wanted to catch up on things with Phil. "How's Neal?" James asked, carefully to glance at Ronnie in a way Phil would know not to say too much. "Sick. Got a cold or something. Haven't seen him for three days, and I miss him." Phil stopped. With a new guy present, that was saying enough. At halftime they all went to the restroom. They had to wait in line because of the crowd, and it was a stall that opened up when it was Danny's turn. He closed the door behind him, peed in the stool, and toyed with his dick a minute. How cool would it be to stand there and jack off with all those people out there? He almost giggled at the thought, but he put his dick away. They went next to the refreshment stand, and they had to wait in line there, too. They didn't get their sodas and popcorn until the second half had already started. On their way back to their seats they walked behind bench where the home team was seated. "Oh my god!" Phil stopped in his tracks. "Huh?" "What?" Phil hurried along at twice the speed. The others rushed to catch up with him. "What was that...?" James started. "That guy -- on the team -- oh my god -- that's him!" Phil was so excited he was shaking his popcorn out of the sack. "Him who?" Danny asked. "What's going on?" Ronnie chimed in. "It's him, the guy..." -- Phil lowered his voice so much they hard trouble hearing -- ..."who sucked my dick at the store right at the beginning of last summer." "What?!?" All three of the others responded together. "Can't tell you here; let's go somewhere else," Phil whispered. They left the stands again, ignoring the irritated looks of the people who had to move out of the way, and found a dark corner around from the restrooms. "He sucked me, you guys! His name's Mike." Phil was rushing to tell the story now. "Worked at that big store at the mall. I went in to get... it was a jock strap. For summer baseball. He took me to one of those rooms, and... I don't remember everything, but, damn, he sucked my dick. He was fantastic!" "Who? Who are you talking about?" Steve asked. Ronnie was listening to the conversation with wide eyes. "The guy on the team. His name's Mike. He's number..." Phil stopped to remember. "Number 34." Steve went around to the front of the stands to check, and they were waiting for him when he got back. "Oh, shit, man -- you know who that is?" Steve's eyes were as wide as Ronnie's. "That's Mike Henderson!" "Yeah, Mike; that's his name," Phil agreed. "No," Steve hurried on. "You don't understand. He's the quarterback. He'll be on the all-state team next year; everybody says so. Mike Henderson!" "Mike Henderson sucked your dick?" Danny was astounded. "In a store?" "He worked there. I went back another time, but he didn't work there anymore." Phil was unconsciously rubbing his crotch. "You got your dick sucked?" Ronnie couldn't believe the conversation. "Come on, guys," James said. "Let's go watch him." For the rest of the game they watched #34 more than the game. He was in and out a couple of times, and he seemed pretty big. His legs carried him around gracefully, and his face gleamed in the lights. Every now and then he'd wave to someone in the crowd. When the game was over -- Springfield won -- Phil wanted to run down before the team left the field. He wanted to say hello. James wasn't sure that was a good idea, but Phil was already gone. The rest followed him. At the edge of the field players and fans were mixing, exchanging congratulations, and calling greetings. Phil found Mike getting a hug from a woman, and a little boy was hugging him around the waist. "Um... hey, ah." Phil suddenly became very shy. "Uh, hi. We... Remember me?" James was ready to pick Phil up off the ground when the time came. But Mike smiled at Phil. "Yeah, I think I do. Can't remember the name, sorry." "It's Phil, and these are my friends," he said, motioning to the three boys. "Yeah, Phil. I remember." Mike grinned broadly. "And this is Adele, the woman I work for sometimes, and this little guy is her son, Robbie, my friend." Mike lay his hand on the little boy's shoulder. "Well, um..." Phil didn't know what else to say. "Uh, good game. Great game!" The three added their congratulations to Phil's, and there was nothing left to do but to say goodby and leave. "That guy sucked your dick?" Ronnie asked as they left the field. "Shhhh! Somebody will hear you!" Danny shushed him. They walked a little farther to the place where their rides would pick them up. "Mike Henderson!" Steve could hardly believe it. "But that's a secret!" Phil said quickly. "Yeah, Steve, we can't let anybody know that," James said. That wouldn't be right." "Yeah, sure, I agree," Steve said. "Mike Henderson." Steve's ride came first and then Ronnie's. Ronnie said goodby to them in a bit of a daze, his eyes still wide at the revelations he'd heard. Danny and James stood waiting for their moms, thoughts of Mike Henderson forgotten. James was sleeping over at Danny's that night. Their thoughts were now aimed in that direction. Their dicks were already getting hard. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 22 They'd already gotten the first snow of winter when they decided to invite Ronnie to a sleepover. They had talked about it several times -- and changed their minds several times -- before the final decision. Ronnie just wasn't doing very well at school: no friends, a lot of teasing, even skipping some days. The boys decided they might not be making love that night, and there might or might not be a little sex, but the right thing to do was to support Ronnie a little. It was at James' house, since he had the bigger bedroom, and James had even cooked supper for them: spaghetti with meatballs, salad, Texas toast, and chocolate pudding for dessert. "Wow, this is good!" Ronnie said at the table. "You did all of this?" "Sure he did," Danny assured him. "James is a regular chef." They all helped clean up, and then they went up to James' room. They let Ronnie choose a movie, and when it was over they started a poker game. The poker game was selected from several choices given Ronnie, but it was James who decided he'd ask if Ronnie wanted to play as he and Danny had been doing it lately. "Strip poker?" Ronnie asked. He giggled nervously. "You guys do that?" "Yeah," Danny said. He wasn't really sure James' idea was a good one. At least, for tonight. "But we don't have to if you don't want." "Come on," James coaxed; "it'll be cool." "I played it with my cousin once," Ronnie announced. "Okay." Played it with his cousin once, Danny thought, as the hands progressed. Must have liked it, because he didn't say he wouldn't play. Danny manipulated things a bit so he was the first to lose. Shoes. According to their rules, if there were two of a thing -- shoes and socks -- they both had to come off. Belts didn't count separately from pants; pants and belts off at the same time. It turned out the three were pretty evenly matched in their abilities to play the game. It could have been possible that Danny or James fudged a little. But soon Danny and James were sitting on the floor in their t-shirts and boxers. Ronnie was in his t-shirt and a pair of white briefs. The two boyfriends cast glances now and then at crotches, and once Danny caught Ronnie looking at James. Danny could see that James' dick was rock hard and pointing down the leg of his boxers where Ronnie could certainly see something of it. James was the first to have to pull his boxers off. He grinned as he crossed his legs again with his boner pointing up between them. "Um... my cousin and me, we didn't play it so you had to take off your underpants," Ronnie said. His t-shirt was off, and he was becoming more than a little self-conscious. His chest was thin and pale; his little nipples were almost invisible. His legs were crossed, and there was something poking at the front of the crotch in his briefs. "But it's stip poker, and that means all the way," James said. Can't stop now, he thought -- that's not fair. I'm the only one showing my dick. "We don't have to," Danny started, but Ronnie shrugged and nodded his okay. Then Ronnie lost the next hand. "Take them off," James grinned. "It's just us, Ronnie, so don't worry about it," Danny said. "It's just a game..." Ronnie raised his narrow hips off the floor as he pulled his briefs off. When he settled back down and crossed his legs again, his boner was pointing outward. He was blushing. Damn, Danny though. He's got guts. Danny had never seen Ronnie's dick before, and he decided there was no reason not to be seen looking, not now. It was little, as James had said. Not even four inches. Thin, but then so was Ronnie. His dickhead was bigger around than the shaft, rounded at the end. There was a thin sprinkling of little hairs around the base. James was moving his fingers over his dick slowly. "You guys... you jack off and all, don't you?" Ronnie was looking at the floor and not his friends. "Yeah, sometimes," Danny said. "See... me and my cousin, we did, too. Sometimes. I thought maybe you guys did." For the first time since stripping, Ronnie looked up. "Is that what you want to do?" Damn, Danny thought. "Just because I'm little doesn't mean I can't jack off," Ronnie continued, a little defensively. His little hardon wavered in front of him. The poker game was forgotten. Danny pulled his boxers off, and now all three were naked. Ronnie'e eyes went from James' dick to Danny's dick and back again, and he was slowly stroking. Danny was over five inches now, and James beat him by just a tiny bit -- or at least he had the last time they'd checked. "My cousin calls it 'wanking,' jacking off," Ronnie observed. All three were still stroking slowly. "How old is he, your cousin?" James asked. "He's 18," Ronnie said. Danny tried to picture Ronnie with an 18-year-old -- that would be, like, a senior in high school! "You cum?" James asked. "Sure," Ronnie said, sounding a little defensive. "It's little, but I can cum. Well, not a lot. Not like you guys, I bet." "I bet your cousin cums a lot," Danny grinned. His dick was feeling nice and hot now. "Yeah." Ronnie raised his knees and spread his legs a little wider. His hairless balls were bouncing as he jerked. James asked, "Did you guys ever suck?" Cool it, Danny thought. Don't push it. "Yeah. He showed me how. He's gay." Ronnie stated it as a simple observation. He looked up from his dick. "But I'm not. You guys didn't think I was gay, did you? Just 'cause I spring a boner in the shower?" "That doesn't mean anything," Danny shrugged. "Everybody gets hard sometimes." Well, now we know not to push things too far, don't we? he thought. Ronnie was starting to move his hips from side to side, feeling the heat inside. He was feeling... "Mmmmm..." James scooted closer to him. "Want to jack each other?" he asked Ronnie. Ronnie's response was to take James' dick in his hand and slowly stroke. He grinned at James' as he returned the favor. "So, did you mean that you sucked him, too, your cousin?" James asked. "I told you; he showed me how. Want me to show you?" Ronnie asked. James stopped stroking Ronnie and stared at him. "But you got to promise it'll be a secret. I don't want guys at school to know. You guys are okay. But I don't want anybody else to know." His conditions stated, Ronnie leaned toward James' groin, held his dick steady, and slid it into his mouth. He began to suck James' cockhead. James stared at Danny now. He was being shown how to suck a dick? By a little guy like Ronnie? James' blank look slowly changed into a look of contentment as Ronnie moved his tongue around his shaft before he returned to sucking. Mmm, yes, James thought; this isn't the first time this little guy's had a dick in his mouth. Danny moved a little closer to watch. Ronnie was small, but he was taking almost all of James' dick into his mouth when he moved downward. When Ronnie came up for air, he asked, "Who's going to suck me?" "Let's get up on the bed," Danny said. And when they rearranged themselves on the bed it was Danny who leaned in to take Ronnie's dick into his mouth. Ronnie resumed his sucking of James, and since James wasn't in quite the position to suck Danny, he reached for his dick and stroked him. Danny's dick flexed when James took him in his hand, but his mind was really on the smaller dick in his mouth. Three inches, four inches, whatever, he thought. So much smaller than James in my mouth, so much more room to lick all over it. For a second, thoughts of some of the smaller dicks of a couple of the Jerkoffs flew through his mind, then they were lost as he focused on the moment. Ronnie was groaning now as Danny's experienced tongue washed his small dick around and around. Following each circling of Danny's tongue, Ronnie sensed a small suction at his pee hole that made his entire cockhead throb. The younger boy's moans were translated into vibrations that caused James' dick to harden in his mouth. The three readjusted themselves slightly. James lay on his side and was finally able to reach Danny's dick with his mouth. His dickhead, at least. In the back of his mind James was thinking, Three dicks, three sucking, a circle suck circlesuck suckingcircle circlesuck dicksuck... Three young bodies moved gently in irregular motion, rocking, shifting. Three bodies connected: dick to mouth, dick to mouth, dick to mouth. The sounds of three boys breathing noisily through their noses, sucking wetly, moaning softly. The tempo of sound and motion increased slowly and then more rapidly. Six legs began to move, twist, spread, quiver. Three bellies tensed. Three groins were thrust at the mouths working them. Six hands were clutching whatever they could reach -- thighs, butts, waists, arms, backs. Ronnie was the first to cum. He didn't release James' dick from his mouth, so his groans of pleasure were muffled. He shot his load into Danny's mouth, and Danny tasted a different flavor, a different consistency as a warm, tangy wave of young boy cum coated his tongue. The taste set him off. The urgency that had been building inside was released in a sudden burst of his cum into James' mouth, and he felt James continue to suck for his next shot, then his next. James had tensed his muscles, trying to keep from cumming in Ronnie's mouth too soon; he'd wanted Ronnie to cum first. But he could no longer hold back what his body insisted be freed, and three hard shots of cum were thrust into the younger boy's eager mouth. Ronnie was prepared for the quantity of it. He swallowed immediately and then let James' cockhead slip outward just a bit so the remaining shots filled his mouth. All three fell to their sides at the same time, breaking the circle of connected bodies. Their backs hurt because of the angles at which they'd been stretching and holding themselves. Their breathing was loud and ragged. And they lay there recovering for a few moments. "Really awesome," came Ronnie's slow whisper. Danny pulled himself up to lean on the headboard. "That was pretty good," he agreed. He couldn't help but grin. The taste of Ronnie was still in his mouth. "Ooooooo yeaaaaa..." James groaned. He stretched his legs out. He turned his face to Ronnie. "So... that's how you do it, huh?" Ronnie laughed. "Yeah. But I have a feeling you sort of knew how already, right?" James grinned. "I don't suck and tell," he said solemnly. Then he grinned again. They all laughed. A night of sucking and jacking and thrashing around with three naked bodies wasn't exactly lovemaking, Danny and James agreed after Ronnie had left the next morning. But it was a hell of a lot of fun. Since James' mom had already left the next morning, after Ronnie went home they took their time in the shower. Danny peed on James' leg, and James aimed his dick so he could hit Danny on his belly. Danny moved his stream upward and over, and the two boys stood quietly, enjoying the heat and the flow of the wetness down their bodies. When they dribbled their last, they embraced for a long kiss of the kind they had been unable to enjoy last night. Their tongues met and licked and tasted, their lips sucked, their hands caressed. They had each cum three times during the night, but it was different now that they were alone. The morning woodies had subsided when they needed to pee, but now their dicks were hard and eager. As they washed each other, they teased their nipples and buttholes, their balls and cockheads. When all the suds and bubbles had been rinsed off, they separated to stand just inches away from each other. Danny took James' dick and began to stroke very slowly. James did the same for Danny. Their dicks were side by side at first, and then the boys turned so their dickheads pointed at each other, their peeholes almost touching. As they slowly jacked each other, their cockheads would brush against each other, bumping gently. Their balls began to rise as walnut inside prepared to clench and fire... James shot his cum first, hitting the top of Danny's cockhead; then a second shot went farther and hit his shaft. Danny started to cum then, and his first shot passed James' next shot to land on James' cockhead. They groaned deeply, sounding as though they were in pain, as they continued to coat each other's cocks with cream fresh and hot from their bodies. Weakly, they moved back into the spray, leaning into each other to rinse off. They dried slowly simply because they had little energy left, and when they went back into the bedroom they fell onto the bed. They cuddled for a little bit, exchanging kisses. They were exhausted, as ordinary boys would be after a night of sex. And they went back to sleep.