Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:40:56 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 23 & 24 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 23 With two weeks of school left before finals, the boys felt harried and rushed. They had never had to study for final exams of this sort before, and each was more than a little nervous about it. They studied with each other for the two classes they shared, helped each other when it was needed, and complained about all the work. "Hey, Danny," James said one evening. They had been cramming in Danny's room for a while. "Got a question." "Mmm." Danny was immersed in a science text. "Are you as sick of school as I am?" James slammed his history notes down. "No. More. I will be so glad when summer gets here," Danny muttered as he turned a page. "I need to know something." James pushed his notes aside. "Serious." "Yeah?" Danny lay his book down. "What?" "You know Mark is in my history class, right?" James had been surprised to see the skateboarder in that class since Mark was a year ahead of them, but Mark told him he hadn't passed it the previous year and had to take it over. "Well, he doesn't think he's doing so well and... Well, he wants to sit next to me at the final and maybe copy on the multiple choice part." "He said that?" Danny asked. "He doesn't want to flunk a second time," James said. "So, what did you tell him?" "Well, I haven't really told him anything, yet." James' face showed his uncertainty. "If we get caught... well, we'd both flunk the final." "You going to do it?" Danny asked. "I don't know," James said, obviously frustrated. "He's a cool guy and all, but I don't know about the cheating stuff... I just don't feel good about that." Danny was quiet for a while. He was thinking about where he was in his own studies, what needed to be studied more, what must yet get done before finals came... "Look, James," he finally offered. "Why don't we just tell him we can all study together? And all get ready for it? That would be okay with you, wouldn't it? I mean, your grades in there are pretty good, and so are mine -- so maybe we can help him. And at the same time we'd be studying, too." James thought about it. "If he'd go for it. See, I think he already knows I don't really want to do it." "So, let's ask," Danny said. Within a couple of days it was all arranged. The three would meet at Mark's house, Danny and James bringing their notes, and they'd review the whole semester together. Mark's room was in the basement of his house, or at least half of it. The whole basement was sort of messy, but he had arranged a bed and couch and a couple of tables in half of it, using a large cabinet as a closet. He had posters of skaters caught in motion hung all around. The boys were surprised at how many there were of skaters who were shirtless or whose pants or shorts hung so low on them you could see way below the bellybutton. They pushed the tables together, spread their books and notes out, and went to work. Mark was easily frustrated. At one point he threw his book across the room. "Fucking Roman Empire -- who gives a shit!" "I know," James said. He wasn't much for history, but he worked at it. Danny coaxed Mark back, and they set to work again. He realized it was taking James and himself twice as long to study for the final as it would have if they'd been studying on their own, but he didn't want Mark to fail it again. When he realized that Mark had been interested in the viaduct system that carried water to Rome, Danny started talking about the highways -- for skateboarding, Mark had laughed -- and central heating -- under the floors, yet, Mark had observed -- and he realized that Mark probably knew more than he was aware. When they actually got back to their notes, he let Mark take the lead and just chimed in on details or a few corrections. After an afternoon of it, Mark said, "It's just that I have a hard time remembering stuff. I'm not stupid. But I can see... Well, some of this makes a little more sense. Hey, can we go at it again tomorrow?" James said, "Okay by me." Danny nodded. They set up a couple of times following that for some studying, too. When they finished the last session before the final, Mark suggested they relax a little -- by jacking off. He seemed very casual about it. And he was obviously hard already, so three pairs of pants were pulled down followed by three pairs of boxers. Mark's dick was longer than either of theirs, perhaps as long as six inches; it was thicker, too, and the nest of dark hair at the base of it was pretty thick. Of course, he was a year older. Mark was lean but muscled from all his skating. It was Mark who finally dropped his pants and boxers all the way to his ankles, so the boys did, too. The three scooted closer so they could watch each other, and Danny remembered Mark's comment once about skateboarders sometimes going down on each other. He wondered if that would happen. Mark's thick cock was leaking a lot of precum, which Mark moved down onto his shaft to use as lube. Occasionally he would twist his closed plam over his cockhead, and he would moan loudly. And occasionally he would watch the boy's dicks, then look up at them with a dreamy grin on his face. Apparently they were all too horny to slow down, and soon shots of cum landed on the floor, accompanied by grunts and groans. Danny and James talked later about how casual Mark seemed to be about it all. The history final was on the second day of finals, and Danny waited for James at the side door of the school. James and Mark came out together. "So?" Danny fell in with them as they headed for the bike rack. "Not bad," James said. But then James was always reluctant to assume he'd aced a test. "I think maybe I got enough to pass," Mark grinned. "And if I pass, it's thanks to you guys." "Hell no," James said. "You're the one who took the test. We just all studied together, that's all." Mark had gotten his skateboard from his locker and tossed it on the sidewalk as Danny and James got their bikes. "Well, you dudes are cool, that's for sure. Maybe we can get together again, huh?" He winked at them as he braced one foot on the sidewalk and shot off with a grin and a wave. Two days later Mark called James and told him he'd gotten a B- on the final, which gave him a C- for the course. "It's a pass!" With the ninth grade officially over, Steve announced that he was giving a "school's out" party at his house. Danny and James were planning on going, and after the party James would sleep over at Danny's. Steve's backyard was lit with torches when they arrived. There were lots of sandwiches and drinks around, and some of the furniture in the family room had been moved aside for dancing. Steve's parents were around to keep the damage to a minimum and enforce the "no booze" rule, and it's wasn't long before kids were overflowing the house into the yard. Mark caught up with Danny at the huge plate of burgers. "A C! Did you hear?" he crowed. "Well, C- but the same thing. Damn, I knew I was going to flunk that class again, and you guys pulled me out!" Jan Pierce, who had been in that class, too, was preening next to Mark and reached for a sandwich, brushing her boob across his arm. "Mark, you look so hot on that skateboard! You going to be around town this summer?" Somehow she managed to turn Mark around and get him over to the side of the yard. Danny got his burger. Jan has plans, he grinned. He headed down to the basement where he had heard some serious video games were being played. He found James at the center of a bunch of guys playing NFL, and he watched for a while. Then he got distracted by an argument over the outlook for the MLB season. When he wandered back upstairs later, he saw Ronnie dancing with a cute girl he vaguely remembered from biology class. But he was surprised to see James dancing with someone. As they danced closer to where Danny was standing, James rolled his eyes over the girl's shoulder, and Danny supressed a laugh. Later in the evening Danny had lost track of James and went to look for him outside. It was a little quieter outside now, and the yard was a little less crowded. When he went to a table for a handful of chips, he found himself standing next the redhaired girl from his English class. "Hi, Danny," she said. "Hi, Meg. I'm eating so much food tonight I'm going to get sick." Meg laughed. "It'll just make you nice and strong! Or stronger." She smiled. "Come on over here and tell me what you're going to be doing for the summer." Danny followed her to a quiet spot around the corner of the house. "I'm not doing much, I guess. Just hanging out." "I'll be around all summer," she sighed. "Boring. Not much to do in this town in the summer." She stepped a little closer to Danny and smiled again. "Maybe we could just hang out together, you think?" "Umm... yeah," Danny started... "...'Cause I think you're about the cutest boy in the ninth grade this year, and we could have some fun, you think?" She giggled a strange little laugh. She moved a bit closer and traced her finger from the center of Danny's chest to his belt buckle. Oh, jeeeeeze, Danny thought. He tried to back up, but he found he was standing against the house. Meg wasn't disturbed by his movement; she took the chance to get a little closer. With one movement she placed Danny's hand on one of her boobs and placed her other hand on his crotch. Danny jumped. She found his dick under his jeans and began to squeeze it. Her other hand squeezed Danny's hand -- over her boob. Before he knew what was happening, her lips had covered his, and her tongue was pressing them open. He couldn't say anything; his mouth was captive. When he tried to move, he wound up moving closer into her. His cock was throbbing in his pants. He looked wildly around for some way to get out of this. Meg was moaning into his mouth and moving her hand up and down his dick through his jeans. He could feel the wetness of his precum. He closed his eyes. Meg unzipped his jeans hurriedly and reached for his dick, now covered only by the thin cotton of his boxers. Danny moaned. When he took a deep breath around Meg's tongue, he opened his eyes... And he saw James watching him from the yard. James' eyes were wide. He knew he couldn't be seeing what he was seeing, but... He looked at Danny's hand, on her boob... He didn't need to see to know that Danny's dick would be hard in the hand that covered his crotch... Kissing... James turned quickly. His sight blurred. Not here! Not here! He walked quickly to the back of the yard and let himself out into the alley. When he closed the gate behind him, he realized he hadn't breathed a breath since he saw... what he saw. He took a deep breath and was lightheaded. Now the tears came. How could he! Kissing her! She was jacking him off! He brushed some tears away so he wouldn't walk into some garbage cans, and he hurried down the alley to the street. When he was a couple of blocks away he suddenly felt weak, so tired, and he sat back under a thick evergreen. No longer running, his crying became a little more audible. Danny. Danny. No! How could he! He crossed his arms over his belly as if he were going to be sick, groaning. He sat there, hidden in the darkness, for a long time. Then he walked slowly home. James' shock at seeing Danny watching them jolted his entire body, physically. Meg pulled back, wondering at the sudden movement, and James pulled away to follow Danny. By the time he had crossed the yard and opened the gate, Danny was nowhere in sight. He ran up the alley in one direction and then the other, but he couldn't see him. James was shaking inside. He knew what Danny would be thinking. He had to find him right away. He had to explain what had happened. Right away. He ran around to the front of the house to see if Danny had turned around and come back that way. He bumped into Ronnie. "Hi, James -- cool party, huh?" Ronnie was smiling. "You seen Danny? I got to find him!" James was panting now. "No. What's the matter?" "I just have to find him, that's all," James said. "Look, can you help me? Just look around..." Mark and Jan walked out the front door. "Hey, guys -- what's up?" "You seen Danny? Is Danny in there?" James asked quickly. "Haven't seen him for a while, no. What's wrong?" Mark asked. "I... I just got to find him, that's all. Can you help me? Please help me find him," James said, his voice strained. He tried to calm down a little. He cleared his throat. "Look, if you can, could you just help me look around some, maybe go around the block?" "Yeah, sure," Mark said. He left Jan standing at the door as the three boys walked toward the sidewalk. "Something's wrong, isn't it? What's the matter?" "Nothing," James said hurriedly. "I mean... well, I guess we... had sort of an argument, but he's really upset with me. I really want to find him..." "'Kay," Ronnie said. "I'll go around the block this way, and you go that way," he said to Mark. "We'll meet back here." James watched the two boys go in separate directions and then went back into the house, passing an irritated Jan. He went down into the basement, then looked around the first floor, then went out into the backyard again. The party was breaking up somewhat, but there was no sign of Danny. He met Mark and Ronnie out front, and they reported that they hadn't found him either. "He's probably gone home, dude." Mark didn't sound too worried. "And that's where I've got to go," Ronnie said. "You'll find him," he called over his shoulder as he walked away. "There's something really wrong?" Mark asked quietly. James took a deep breath. "Yeah, Mark. Really wrong. I need to see him. Talk to him." "You guys are, like, tight, huh?" Mark asked. "Uh, yeah." James wasn't sure if he should say anything else. "Okay," Mark said. "Then here's what we'll do. He's proably home. Call him." "Can't. I mean, he's supposed to be at my house. We were going to have a sleepover tonight." James watched Mark, but he didn't seem to react at the news of the sleepover. "No problem. I"ll call. If his mom answers, I'm a friend wanting to say hi. If he answers, I just ask how he liked the party." Mark didn't wait for James to respond. James heard Mark ask for Danny, so he knew Danny's mom had answered. Mark nodded and said "yeah" a couple of times, then "okay," and that was it. "What?" James asked. "What?" "His mom said he came home from the party and said he didn't feel so good. Decided to come home instead of spending the night at your place." Mark shrugged. "He isn't sick," James groaned. "I made him sick. Oh, fuck!" "What is it, dude? Can I help?" Mark realized it was a little more serious than he'd thought. "No." James sighed. "I've got to straighten this out myself." He lay his hand on Mark's shoulder for a minute. "But thanks, man. Thanks for helping out." James turned and walked slowly home. He gave his mom the same excuse Danny had given and went up to his room. He didn't feel like taking a shower. He slowly undressed and lay on the bed. It was my fault, he thought. I've got to make him understand what happened. He must be so mad at me. He must hurt. Oh, Danny, it was a mistake... I'd never do anything to hurt you... He rolled over and used the pillowcase to wipe the tears from his eyes. It was a long time before he could sleep. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 24 James woke up the morning after the party when the sun worked its way across his room to his face. He shot up in bed. He'd overslept. Not that it mattered in the summer, but he'd wanted to call Danny early. He ran to take a much-needed pee first, but when he called there was no answer. His mom's already gone to work, too, James thought. He didn't leave a message. Or maybe he's there, and he's just not answering. James skipped breakfast and rode over to Danny's house. The house was locked up, and nobody answered the door. He checked the garage, and Danny's bike was gone. Good, James thought. I can find him. He rode to the park first. It was small enough that a couple of times around showed there was no Danny and no sign of Danny's bike anywhere. He rode to the ballfield at school. A game for the younger boys was in progress, but Danny was nowhere in sight. After thinking about it a minute, James turned his bike around and rode back to the park, though it, and out into the woods. When he got to the worn trails he found a group of guys on their bikes. But no one had seen Danny. The factory. James rode out to the abandoned factory and got into the lot through the torn fence. He rode around the building first, but he didn't see anyone. He went into the building, left his bike just inside the door, and walked into the large open space on the first floor. "Danny?" His voice echoed. For some reason, James shivered. This place is kind of spooky when you're alone, he thought. The second floor seemed empty, too, and no one answered his calls. On the third floor, he called out again, but he walked down the hallway to the rooms they'd sometimes messed around in. Empty. Just piles of junk, papers, clothes... The clothes moved. It was Danny! "Danny, Danny...! Why didn't you answer me?" "Go away. Leave me alone." Danny sounded tired. And angry. His face was streaked. He'd been crying. "Danny, please, we need to talk..." "Fuck the talk! Get the fuck away from me! You want the girls -- go find a girl to talk to!" Danny turned back to the wall. "Danny, no, Danny, it was a mistake." "We were the mistake! You got older and you want a girl! Fine! You could have just told me!" Danny turned around; he was shouting now. "Instead I find you kissing her and playing with her boobs while she jacks you off! Okay, okay. So you're a big boy now. Go fuck your girls!" "Oh, no, Danny," James was near tears himself. "She came on to me, not the other way around. I didn't want..." Danny wasn't going to wait for any explanations. He pushed roughly past James and went through the door. He rushed down the stairs. James followed, still trying to explain. "Danny, wait, no, it wasn't like that, it wasn't..." His words mutated into an ugly yell as some trash shifted under his foot on a step. He fell to his side, hitting his head on the wall, and then he tumbled down to the landing. He lay on his side, groaning. "James!" Danny screamed as he ran back up the stairs. "James! Are you okay?" Danny found him trying to pull himself up. There was blood on the side of his head and on his hand. Danny knelt down. "No, don't move!" he said. "You might've broken..." "Nothing's... broken..." James groaned as he rolled over. "My hand..." The palm of his hand was skinned from the concrete; it was red, but there wasn't a lot of blood. Danny ran his fingers over James' head and found a small cut just under the hairline. The blood was still oozing out of it. He knelt on his thighs so he could lift James and hold him with one arm. Danny pulled his t-shirt off and patted the blood on James' palm first. It didn't look as though anything had gotten under the skin. Then he pressed his shirt against the cut on James' head and held it there. "Let's go to the hospital," he said. "No, no," James said softly. "I'm not really hurt. Just a little bleeding. It'll stop." He raised his hand and placed it over the Danny's hand holding the t-shirt in place. James looked up into Danny's eyes. "I love you, Danny. That was a mistake, last night." James paused to breathe deeply for a moment, then he told Danny what had actually happened. "And when I saw you watching us, Danny, I wanted to crawl into a hole," James finished. "Yeah, I was hard. She was jacking my dick before I could do anything. I couldn't help but get hard! But I didn't want..." There were tears in his eyes. "I love you, Danny. I'd never do anything like that, ever, not ever." Danny was crying softly. He cradled James' head against him as he rocked slowly back and forth. James reached his arm around Danny's waist and held him tight. "I love you, Danny, you. I always will." "I was afraid..." Danny had to speak through his tears. "I was afraid it was like some guys... like some guys who get older and want girls... I was afraid..." "It will never happen," James whispered to him tightly. "Never, Danny! It's you and me, Danny!" The boys sat there for several moments longer, not speaking, holding and rocking. They finally stood, and Danny helped James down the next flight of stairs and to his bike. James insisted he could ride, and they left for James' house, where he could clean up. Danny was relieved to see James move normally, but he still wanted to go to the hospital. James shook his head and kept pedaling. In James' bathroom, the boys took off James' filthy t-shirt. Danny made James sit on the toilet seat while he carefully washed James' hand. There would be a scab, probably, but there was nothing to be seen under the skin. He used a lot of hydrogen peroxide to bubble any dirt out from beneath the skin. He washed the cut on James' scalp and soaped it thoroughly. It was actually very small, and Danny remembered his mom telling him how much scalp cuts could bleed. The blood was dry already. The boys went into James' bedroom. "Come lay down with me, please," James said. They kicked their shoes off and lay together, Danny's arm around James' shoulders. They were still sweaty and dirty from outdoors, and though their t-shirts were off they still had their jeans on. They lay quietly for a while. "I'm sorry..." James started softly. "No." Danny ran his fingers through James' hair. "I'm sorry. I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I should have known better." James played his fingers over Danny's warm chest. "I'd never, never do that to you. I love you, Danny, only you, always you." "I know," Danny whispered. James turned his face to kiss Danny slowly and deeply. He moved his kisses to Danny's chest, licking gently at his nipples while his hands unfastened Danny's belt and jeans. Danny reached down to unfasten James, and they rolled together trying to undress each other. Finally they were naked, and James sucked Danny's dick into his mouth. Danny turned so they could suck each other. Their fingers wandered over sensitive ballsacs, smooth asses, tender assrings. They played with pubes, their tongues tasted and licked. Their moans became gasps of need for more, even more... "Fuck me, James, please..." James got Danny on his back, and Danny lay his legs on James' shoulders. Danny's hard dick was waving impatiently. James buried his face between Danny's legs and licked at his ballsac, then down the line of flesh until he was at Danny's entrance. Danny shuttered and sighed when he felt James' warm tongue eating at him. James circled Danny's hole; his tongue felt it pulsing. He licked around and around it gently and then more insistently. The entrance parted. The ring opened a bit. James' tongue was ready, and he worked it around and into his lover's body. He pressed slowly and did not stop until his tongue was a deep as he could get it. He wiggled the tip of it. "Aaaaaa...mmmmmmm..." Danny's voice was high. James sucked on Danny's hole while his tongue was still in it, wetting it, loving it. He sucked and loved. The tender flesh against his tongue was wonderfully soft, slick. He wanted to shove his entire face into his lover! He needed inside, farther inside. Even as he was beginning to pull away, James reached for the table beside his bed. He lubed Danny's hole first, playing with it, fingering it, moving in and out of it. Danny moaned over and over. James loved teasing Danny's puckerhole this way. His fingers practically danced in and out of the darkness. "Awwww James... mmmmmm sooooo sweeeeeet..." He lubed his dick then. It was so hard, he thought, so ready for this, so eager to move into the special place Danny had given him. He lay his dickhead at Danny's entrance and slowly pushed. Danny welcomed him. His body opened for him. Danny took his lover into himself with more happiness than his voice could express. "Oooooo Jaaaaaames yessssss ooooooooooooooo...." James' hard cock slid past the entrance and opened the tunnel before it. James rode down with it, down past the velvety sides, down through the wet darkness, down deep inside his lover, his lovely Danny, his Danny, down deep down down... When he was fully in, he looked down at Danny's face. Their eyes locked. James' back and Danny's legs worked together to rock them gently, rock the link of flesh uniting them, rock the young minds exhilarating in the intimacy only two boys can know, rock the love rock deep love in out so deep love... They were both moaning now. James took Danny's dick in his hand and stroked it as he fucked. His cock felt so big and hot inside Danny... His whole insides were buring, burning... Danny was full, so full of his lover's hardness, so full. As they rocked together Danny felt James' cockhead brush that special place, the hard little nut inside him, and he moaned loudly. As though a switch had been thrown, his gut tightened and then swelled with hot pleasure, sweet tension needing release... James began to fuck faster, and Danny's moans encouraged him. He was thrusting into Danny faster and faster, and his hand could hardly keep pace on Danny's dick. Precum oozing from it cock thrusting fucking peelips open deep fuck oh yes fuck oh yes smooth hot fuck oooooo... Danny's dick lurched in James' hand as Danny shot a long stream upward. As the same time, his ring clenched tightly against the cock fucking him, and James released a hard shot of cum deep inside... "Oooooo fuck oooooo fuck yeaaaa oooooooo..." Their cries mingled, joined, echoed. "AAAAaaaa yeaaaa oooooooo..." They held their bodies together for as long as they could after their cums had passed, but finally they had to separate. James' wet dick slipped from Danny when Danny's legs released James' shoulders. James could barely hold himself up on his arms as he leaned in to lick some of the cum off Danny's belly, and then he fell on top of him. Their hot, sweaty bodies lay still, though their bellies were moving rapidly as they panted their breath. Long moments to recover. Long hot sweaty moments. "OOOOooooo yesssss Danny, I love you so much." Danny could only respond by running his fingers through the damp hair of his boyfriend. They had all morning. All afternoon. Finally they could simply take no more. Danny laughed. "Look at your bed! It's a mess!" "So I'll make my bed twice today. It was worth it," James grinned. "Actually, I think I'd better change the sheets." "I'll help," Danny said, getting up slowly. "And I think we need a shower." That took a while, too. The next afternoon they rode around for a while, trying to decide if there was anything they wanted to see at the movies. Nothing much interested them, and they drifted over to the ballfield at school. When they noticed that Phil and Neal were in the game, they decided to watch for a while. Phil was 13 now, and he'd grown into his uniform. Neal, though ready for the eighth grade next year like Phil, was almost a year younger. The team they were playing was no match for their own, and the game was soon over. Phil had nudged Neal when he saw the boys in the bleachers, and they'd waved. When the game was over they ran over to say hi. "Good win," James congratulated them. "No contest," Phil grinned. "Could have won that one if we'd been blindfolded. What are you guys doing here?" "Nothing much," Danny said. "Just watching you little boys play." "Want to come join us in the shower?" Neal grinned. "Like last summer... Maybe we aren't so little anymore." He broke off in a giggle. "Then out behind the old shed?" James finished for him. He laughed. "Is there a Jerkoffs team this year?" "Nah," Phil said. "I guess without Steve to sort of organize things, it just sort of... didn't happen." "Hey, we could have a reunion of the old team," Neal said. "Half of us are here already." They all laughed. "Um, I was joking, guys, but... you know..." Neal paused and looked at each of them. Grins lit up all four of the faces now. "You mean it?" Phil asked. The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but the other three nodded immediately. He looked around and lowered his voice. "So, we take our showers first...?" "Shit, no," Danny said. "We're all sweaty from riding around, so you get to be sweaty, too." He retrieved his bike from next to the fence. "Come on, Jerkoffs." He grinned. "I think you all remember the way." He rode across the field. It didn't take the other three long to catch up, and in moments they disappeared in the undergrowth of the woods at the edge of the grounds. The area behind the old shed wasn't as trampled down as it had been the previous summer, but they made themselves at home. Danny and James stipped down to their boxers while Phil and Neal got out of their uniforms. "Hey, cool," James laughed. He was looking at Phil and Neal in their t-shirts and jock straps. "You dressed formal for the reunion." Neal pulled his t-shirt off, turned, and wiggled his exposed ass at the rest of them. Phil pulled on both straps at the same time and released them; they slapped Neal's butt sharply. "Ow! You fucker! You'll pay for that!" Neal whipped around and reached quickly for the sides of Phil's waistband, pulling them up as high as he could. Phil's dick was caught in the pouch and, already hard, it forced its way out the side of it. Neal grabbed it and stroked. "I see you guys already know each other," Danny said solemnly. The dick Neal was stroking had grown a good inch since the previous year; Phil was now closer to five inches. Phil spread his legs a little, aware that the older boys were watching him. Neal released his cock long enough for Phil to pull his jock strap off and then grabbed it again. He leaned in and began to suck it. James and Danny were naked now, but they enjoyed the view for a few moments. Neal's jock was still on, and his little white butt was sticking out as he bent to suck Phil's dick. Neal's pouch was still holding what had been the largest dick any of the guys had ever seen on an eleven-year-old -- a full five inches and able to cum already. James and Danny were wondering how much Neal had grown. "Strip him, guys," Phil said hoarsly. They stood on either side of Neal, and James stroked the smooth white butt. With a nod to Danny on the other side, they slowly moved the waistband of the jock down Neal's thighs. Neal continued to suck as he stepped out of the jock, one foot at a time. They had to kneel down to see it since Neal was still bent down sucking, but James and Danny found a very hard dick that had to be six inches long. And wet at the tip. They glanced at each other. Danny and James were now around six-and-a-half inches. Danny reached between the younger boys and took Neal's dick in his hand. "Great dick, buddy!" he whispered. Phil sat back onto the ground, and Neal's mouth followed him. Neal arranged himself so his dick was in the open, and Danny crouched to lick at it's tip. Neal's precum was salty and smooth. As he licked the cockhead, he watched James' hand caress the balls beneath it. Realizing that both James and Danny were on the ground now, Neal released Phil's dick and played his fingers over the other two. Without a word, he leaned in to take Danny's dick in his mouth, moving his tongue around and around the older boy's cockhead. Danny moaned in appreciation. Phil rocked to his other side to slide his hand down James' hard dick. He admired the bush of hair, which had gotten larger since he had seen it last, and he moved some of James' precum down and around his cockhead. James slipped his hand around Phil's neck and gently pulled him closer. Phil opened his mouth and took James' cock and part of his shaft, licking around it as he sucked. James' looked across the two younger boys sucking them to find Danny smiling at him. Yes, he smiled back. It was good to be with the Jerkoffs for a while. He looked down and ran his hand down Phil's back and stroked his smooth ass. He slid a finger into the crack and teased his puckerhole. Danny's moaning had grown louder, and James looked back to see his boyfriend gazing dazedly at the sky. Neal's head moved more rapidly over Danny's dick, and James knew Danny was about to cum for his younger friend. "Yeaaaaaa... yeaaaaaaa... yeaaaaaaaa..." Danny called with each of his three hard shots into Neal's mouth. His dick jerked again, and Danny shivered as Neal suctioned the last of his cum from the little lips he licked. Danny fell back and lay fully on the ground. Neal sat on his heels above him, smiling and looking satisfied. "So," he grinned. "Am I still a good cocksucker or what?" Danny laughed. "You are!" "Can I..." Neal suddenly seemed a little more hesitant. "Can I kiss you?" Danny held out his arms, and Neal crawled into them, their lips meeting and opening for warm, wet tongues. Danny tasted himself in Neal's mouth; he washed the younger boy's mouth with his tongue. James grunted deeply and inhaled; his stomach pulled in. His dick felt hot and heavy in Phil's mouth; his insides knotted and turned. Phil's hand squeezed his balls, and James shoved his cock at Phil as a powerful shot of cum coated the boy's tongue and trickled into his throat, just as a second shot filled his mouth. James moaned as he watched Phil tighten his lips around the crown of James' cockhead to receive more cum. Then the two of them fell to the ground together, panting in satisfaction. It had been a full year since the little clearing had heard the sounds that filled the air for the rest of the afternoon, the sounds of boys, just ordinary guys, doing what boys love to do.