Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2008 16:14:18 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 25 & 26 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 25 The summer seemed to fly by, but in retrospect neither boy could have said why. They enjoyed their friends, meeting sometimes in the park to shoot some hoops or gathering at somebody's house for some TV or video games. And, of course, they enjoyed their private times together, their sleepovers. Each had become as comfortable in the other's home as in his own. And the summer after their first year in high school treated them well. By the beginning of August they were tanned to perfection. Their shoulders were broader and their legs stronger, thanks to all the biking. They were certainly not men yet, not at 15. But they weren't little boys, either. They were in James' bedroom one afternoon, clad only in shorts as usual. They had been playing a game of Monopoly, a game they hadn't tried in a long time. The game over, Danny lay with his head on James' chest. He had been playing with one of James' nipples, but when James crossed his arms behind his head, Danny moved his fingers to James' underarm and stoked the soft hairs there. "Wait until after dinner," Danny said lazily, "then I'll show you where these fingers can go." Danny was spending the night, and their moms were downstairs preparing something. They were going to a bingo party, and the boys would have the house to themselves until very late. James pulled Danny's fingers away from his underarm, and he sucked on the forefinger. "Wait until after dinner," he smiled, "and I'll show you what else I can suck." "Boys -- wash up -- time for dinner!" James mom called up the stairs. They separated and went into the bathroom across the hall. They peed together in the toilet, washed their hands, pulled on their t-shirts, and went downstairs. James' mom had baked one of her great meatloafs. James had been trying to do it but just hadn't quite mastered the recipe yet. The boys and their moms ate and talked. When they started on their ice cream, Danny realized something was going on. His mom had cleared her throat in that special way she always did when she had something to say. "Danny," she began, "you know this job I've got isn't paying quite as much as..." Her voice faded, and Danny felt it in the pit of his stomach. That feeling he got when something bad was about to happen. A fifteen-year-old boy shouldn't be getting kid feelings like that, but he did. And he had. He lay his spoon down carefully and put his hands in his lap. "The expenses of the house... Well, it's just gotten to be more than I expected. I've tried to manage, but it's time to make a change..." He tuned out again for a moment. He wanted to look at his mom, but he couldn't. He wanted to look at James, but he couldn't. The pit-feeling grew heavy. "We've talked it over a lot..." his mom continued. "Quite a lot..." James's mom said. "...and we've decided it will really work out better for both our families if we move in together, move in here..." "We've got way too much room for just us..." James' mom said. Danny looked at his mom. What was she saying? What... "What? WHAT? What are you saying..?" Danny asked, his hands grasping the edge of the table. He looked at James, who looked just as stunned. "We'll be moving in here, honey. We'll share expenses, and without the rent on that place things will be a lot easier." She reached over and patted Danny's hand. "But, of course, we wanted to discuss it with you boys first," James' mom said. "It has to be agreeable to you, too." James and Danny stared at each other. Danny suddenly jumped up so fast his chair fell over behind him. "Here? Move...? Agreeable? Move here?" Danny's eyes were wide. "Live..." "Live here?" James echoed. "You're going to live here, with us?" "You boys are an important factor in this; only if it's all right..." James' mom began. She was drowned out. James jumped up and met Danny at the corner of the table. They hugged each other and chanted "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" so loudly their moms started laughing. Danny turned around and hugged his mom tightly. "Oh, yeah, mom! Yes!" James hugged his mom, and then the boys traded moms for hugging. Then they hugged each other again. "Now, sit down, boys," James' mom smiled. "Finish your ice cream. I take it that the move's agreeable?" The boys agreed so loudly and insistently their moms began to laugh again. "When, mom, when?" James asked. And that started a more calm discussion of the details. The rent was paid through the end of August, and they would move within the next couple of weeks. James' mom explained that the large guest room on the first floor would be Danny's mom's room. Danny would have the other bedroom upstairs, across from James' room. There was plenty of space for what little furniture they would move, Danny's mom said, and lots of closet space for storage... The fine details were lost on the boys. The two of them cleared the table, put the leftovers away, and washed the dishes while their mothers finished their coffee and talked more details. The boys were so excited they were lucky they didn't break any dishes. The two mothers were barely out the door before the two sons rushed up the stairs. "Live together! Live together!" Danny was clapping his hands and laughing. James joined him. They hugged and jumped and danced as though they were little boys again. "Look, look, look..." James pulled Danny into the spare bedroom across from his. "This is your room! Your room! Danny..." "My room!" Danny looked around. There wasn't a lot of furniture, but there was plenty of space to be filled with his desk and bookcases. His eyes stopped at the double bed. "Oh my god! I get a double bed!" He grinned at James. "No, you don't!" James grinned back. "Half of it's mine!" He circled Danny with his arms for another hug and pulled him down onto the bed. They rolled around together hugging and laughing until they tired, and then they lay side by side, their feet hanging over the side of the bed. "This is too good be to true," James finally whispered. "You mean you didn't know about it?" Danny asked "No, I didn't know about it! It's as much a surprise to me as it is to you!" James grinned. "Those two women..." "Two great moms..." Danny finished. The boys were quiet for a moment. Danny turned when he heard James' quiet crying. He rolled into James' arms, and his tears came then. They cried because words just simply didn't describe the joy they felt. They wiped each other tears away as they smiled. And for a moment the tears returned. Then the smiles returned, and they kissed. Their lips met briefly, then they spread little kisses over each other's face, neck. Danny suddenly jumped up from the bed. He spread his arms wide and screamed, "I live heeeeeeeeeeere!" He screamed it again and laughed as James' held his hands over his ears. "You asshole," he laughed. "The neighbors will call the cops!" James grabbed him for another hug, but then he pulled Danny over to the door. He pointed to the door across the hall. "If you ever get afraid of the dark, you can just go over there." They laughed until they were almost giddy. They wound up in James' room, sitting on the floor, and began to make practical plans. Danny explained how he thought he could arrange his room; James talked about dividing up the cabinets in the bathroom. And soon they were exhausted again. They agreed to take their shower, and they washed each other slowly. They kissed and caressed under the warm water. And when they were dry, James took Danny by the hand, and they walked, naked, into Danny's new room. "Let's sleep here," he said. Danny smiled. "The bed's not made, I don't think," James said. "I'll just tell mom you wanted to sleep here instead of in your sleeping bag in my room." When he found there was nothing but a spread on it, he got sheets from the closet in the hall, and the two naked boys made the bed in which they would make love for the first time. They sighed and cuddled on the cool sheets. Soon their hands began to search for familiar flesh. Danny kneaded the muscles in James' back and pulled him tightly against himself. They rubbed their chests together, moving nipple-to-nipple. Their dicks were sliding between their thighs, leaving trails of precum, and feeling the wetness between them only encouraged the precum to flow more freely from their throbbing cockheads. James raised up enough to get his face onto Danny's chest. He kissed, licked, and sucked on one of Danny's nipples, and Danny moaned in pleasure. James swirled his tongue around it, then sucked it in deeply, sucking harder. He released it to flick his tongue over it again and again, raising the little mound of flesh in the center. He opened his lips and placed his teeth around the hard little knob of flesh and pulled gently. Danny moaned louder. He gripped it a little tighter and pulled again. He moved his teeth over it and then bit again, not quite as gently. "Awwww yesssss eat it eat it Jamessssss..." Danny pressed his chest against James' lips, feeding him his nipple James bit, then flicked his tongue over it, then bit again. "Awww fuck eat it eat it ooooo..." James sucked hard, pulling the nipple into his mouth deeply and moving his tongue rapidly over it. He released it slowly, then he kissed it. He lay the palm of his hand over it. He could feel it against his palm, wet, hard, pointed... James lay next to Danny, keeping his hand on his chest, his nipple. "God, I love you, Danny. With all my heart." Danny rolled against him and got on top of him. He held James' arms to the bed above his head. He buried his face in James' underarm, his lips feeling the soft hairs he'd come to love to play with. He licked and tasted the saltiness, inhaling the fragrance of the shower gel; he sucked on the strands of hair, licking them as they entered his mouth. His James! He slowly licked and sucked his way down, flicking his tongue in and around James' belly button, until he reached the center of his lover's sex, the nest of hair and the hard shaft rising from it. He brushed his lips through the hair and kissed the softness. He moved to kneel between James' legs, and James' opened them wider, opened all of himself. Danny moved his face below the base of that hard shaft to kiss and lick the warm ballsac waiting there. He moved one ball with his tongue, over and around; he opened his lips slightly to suck on it, to suck the sex it held, to suck the sex it would give him. He dropped one ball to find the other, licking and sucking. He cupped one hand under James' ballsac and raised it to his lips as though feeding on it, licking, sucking, tasting... James was twisting his hips and thighs seeking more and more of the awesome pleasure Danny's mouth was giving, moaning for more, running his fingers through Danny's hair, offering his groin, all of it, more of it... Danny kept the warm balls in his hand and raised himself to find the dark round knob pulsing, oozing precum. He held James' dick with his other hand and washed his tongue over and around his dickhead, spreading the warm precum, smoothing it. He flicked his tongue at the little lips that offered such a delight, then lowered his tongue to lap at the string of flesh on the underside of James' dickhead. "OOOOooooo Danneeeee... so sweet yeaaaa..." With his tongue still licking there, Danny began to slowly stroke James' dick using his thumb and two fingers. He kept the pace slow, and then he moved his face up to speak. "James," he said quietly, "I want you to cum on me..." "Yessss..." James moaned. "I want you to jack off now, jack off on my face," Danny finished. He kept his hand on James' dick as he lay on the bed beside him. James rose and moved upward until he was kneeling next to Danny's face; he took his cock from Danny's hand and continued the slow stroking. Danny looked up at the dick he loved. The little lips were moving slightly; the hard knob, wet from precum and Danny's tongue, gleamed in the light. Danny wanted that tiny mouth to open and pour his lover's juice all over him; he wanted to be covered with it, so wet, so covered... James' looked down at Danny, at the face he'd kissed so often, the lips that had sucked his dick. He loved the thought of covering his lover with his cum, milking every drop and giving it all to the face he loved... He groaned as he stroked. Danny raised his hand, between James' legs, until his fingers were at James' crack. He pressed in, seeking the spot, the opening, the special place... He found it, and James' groaned louder as he felt Danny's finger tease his hole. It would be soon, James knew, very soon. He muttered a warning to Danny and began to breathe more rapidly. His hand shook a little as it stroked faster; the tension inside... the look on Danny's face as he waited... "Awwwwwwww..." He felt the surge race through his cock and burst from his peelips -- he saw it! A stream of cum that would have gone several feet had it not landed, instead, on Danny's cheek. Another shot -- across the bridge of his nose, trailing down to his lips... Another -- a long line from Danny's cheek to his mouth to his chin... God another -- his lips covering his lips... Danny watched as the tiny lips above him opened for their gift. The creamy white liquid appeared almost as a blur as it left those lips; he felt the force of it as it landed, hot and wet, on his cheek. He felt the force of another shot, felt the warm line drawn across his nose and onto his lips, then another. He shivered inside. His face was warm, lovingly warm, so warm so wet... When James orgasm passed he looked at his sweet Danny. Danny's eyes were closed; there was a small smile of such delight on his lips. His face was criss-crossed with creamy trails. Some of the cum was sliding down one cheek; some was beginning to drip from his chin. Without thinking, James moved his dickhead to catch the drops of his cream as they left Danny's chin. His moved his dickhead up and wiped them on the already-wet cheek. James sucked in his breath when he felt the sticky wetness against the underside of his cock. He moved his still-hard dick against the lines of cream and painted his lover's face with his sex juices, spreading his cum around and over the cheeks and lips, moving his cream up and around as far as his dick could reach. "You're beautiful," James whispered, so softly he wasn't sure Danny heard him. He lowered his face to Danny, and he could smell the sex on him, his sex on him, his own sex covering his Danny. He licked at Danny's cheek and tasted the salty tang, the nutty flavor, the flavor of sex. He licked some of it -- his sex -- toward Danny's mouth, and Danny opened for him. James' tongue moved back and gently pushed another portion of the cream covering toward Danny's lips, his mouth. Danny lay perfectly still. It was almost torture, feeling James' warm, wet tongue, moving all the cum that covered his face. He wanted his own tongue moving, his own lips seeking James' -- but he lay perfectly still. All he could feel was the gentle movement over his cheeks and then the warm stickiness swept onto his lips and into his mouth. Finally, it was James who couldn't wait. He pushed his tongue into Danny's mouth, and their lips met. Their tongues moved around tasting, feeling, lapping. James pulled some of his cum back into his own mouth, swallowed just a bit of it, and moved the rest back into Danny's. They sucked and licked until their tongues and lips were almost numb. At last, James fell beside Danny. Neither of them spoke for a very long time. Danny rolled over onto his belly, lying partly on top of James. He stroked James' asscheeks. A finger moved into his crack and found his tight hole. Danny caressed it. "Yesssss..." James moaned softly. Danny carefully moved down and spread James' legs. He kissed his smooth ass and licked it, then his tongue licked into the cleft between them. He pressed his face inward and inhaled James' musk, his scent. His tongue found the tight ring and massaged it, wet it, loved it, opened it slightly. He felt the edge of the pucker and probed it. His tongue circled the center of the ring and, pointed, pressed. James' wet darkness opened to him. And Danny feasted on him. Danny's moans vibrated against James' muscles and he felt himself quiver inside. Danny put his fingers in his mouth and scooped out some of his own moisture and, still, some of James' own cum; he used it to wet his hard cock. When his cockhead touched James' hole, Danny shivered. He pressed slowly but insistently. James opened. Danny knew it was somtimes called a rosebud. He smiled as it blossomed for him, opening soft petals of flesh to accept a firm, round mushroom. But that was only the beginning. As his cockhead disappeared inside, his throbbing shaft followed, preventing the tight opening from closing again. He thrilled at the sensation caused by the tight ring as the length of his dick entered James' most private of places, the place only Danny was allowed to enter. "Mmmmmm...uuuuhhhhhhh..." James sounded as though air from his body were being gently pushed from his mouth as it was replaced by the length of Danny's sex. Danny pushed inward until he could lay his full weight on James, his dick completely buried inside. They moaned softly together. They listened to each other moan. They felt each other, one feeling the great fullness throbbing inside and the other feeling the tightness of being held there. At the same moment that Danny began to move, James whispered, "Fuck me, Danny..." The cock holding the tight tunnel open began a slow retreat, and the slick walls of the tunnel closed immediately as it passed by. The ring at the entrance held the crown of the cockhead in, refused to let it leave, anchored it. And the cock slowly returned, shoving aside those velvety walls again as it opened the tunnel completely. And the boys began to fuck. As Danny moved inward, James pushed back. Danny entered, and James welcomed him. They moved in a practiced way for a while, having learned how to draw each bit of pleasure from every motion involved. They were only fifteen, but they knew each other. But finally their careful and regular and matched movements began to falter. James' walnut, his little hard gland deep inside, was being caressed so often by Danny's cockhead that James was losing control of his movements. And that same cockhead was now so terribly sensitive Danny could only give it its own way. And the cock that had once been Danny's took control. Danny's thrusts were fast and hard, and each was accompanied by a wet slapping and a muttered cry from Danny. "Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck..." James could not speak at all. He was breathing eratically, the need of his prostate so painfully intense he felt he would burst... And Danny's cum burst into James' hot hole, flooding it, as Danny pumped and shot over and over. His cream filled James, overfilled him, leaked from him, dripped from him... And James could only whimper as a weak oozing of cum was forced from his dick when his prostate clenched. They were drained, both of them. And so completely happy. Both of them. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 26 By the time they had gotten settled into the tenth grade they had also gotten settled at James' house. Danny's new room, right across the hall from James' room, had been arranged and re-arranged until Danny was satisfied with it. Their shared bathroom was arranged for two people now, and it was even used by two people at the same time. They had set some rules for themselves, however. There was no reason one couldn't pee with the other in the bathroom, and there was no reason they couldn't pee at the same time. Showers together, however, were to be only at times when they were alone in the house. There were also rules their moms had made very clear. Homework was to be done before any TV or video games, and grades had to be kept up. Lights out at 10:00 on school nights. They were to keep their own rooms clean, and they were to clean the bathroom regularly. Both were expected to help with housework. Both were to do the yardwork in the summertime. Their moms said living together would work if they shared everything, and some of the rules were altered slightly as they found necessary. In the time left before the actual move, the boys painted both their rooms as well as the room Danny's mom would have downstairs. The move itself went smoothly, and all four were actually surprised in the first few weeks at how well it was working out. The boys had learned to respect each other's space upstairs, and their mothers were pleased at how co-operatative they had been in getting their chores done. While there would be no shared gym showers in the tenth grade, either, there was one class they shared. And it was one they both dreaded: physics. They made sure to sit next to each other and volunteer to be partners before the teacher assigned partners arbitrarily. They were surprised that Mark was in the same class. It was a class he should have taken the previous year, he told them, but he was taking it late. "I don't see why you're so scared of physics," Ronnie said. "It's not that bad." They were talking as they rode their bikes home. "Come on over for a while, Ronnie," James said. "Can't," he replied. "Got homework to do." Ronnie waved as he turned the corner. "You're avoiding the inevitable," Danny said to James. "Aw, come on, we've done enough on that for a while. Not tonight, too!" "We have to keep at it, James. It was your idea in the first place, you know." "So, I have lousy ideas sometimes," James responded. Their joint project was a demonstration on how fog is made, including both a video and a live demonstration. They hadn't realized the amount of time that would be involved or the kind of equipment they would have to arrange. "We're almost ready to tape it," Danny said. "We do that tomorrow, and the rest is downhill." Their purpose was to demonstrate and explain how fog is produced when cold and warm air mix and what elements have to be present to determine the density of the fog. Ronnie came over the next night to help make the video, though all he was to do was operate the camera. Their demonstration (which they had to repeat live as they explained things to the class) went well, and James' room was nice and foggy when they finished. "Damn, guys, that's really good!" Ronnie was impressed. "You really think so?" After they'd reviewed the video Danny wasn't so sure some of it was explained clearly enough. "But that's what we do in the part where we talk about it," James said. They didn't have their notes for that prepared yet, so they decided to halt their work for the night. Danny went down to get some sodas. "Man, you guys have it made here, living together." Ronnie was one of those they had told about the move. It wasn't a secret; it was just that not a lot of people knew it yet. "It's cool." James took a soda from Danny, and Danny went across the hall for a pee. Ronnie was sitting on the floor and could look across the hall. Danny had left the bathroom door open, and Ronnie could see him pee. "You guys just... I mean, you just live like that, huh?" Ronnie asked when Danny returned. "Like what?" Danny said. "Well..." Ronnie looked at them both. They'd been wearing school clothes for the taping, but as soon as it was done they'd taken their shirts and jeans off; they were just wearing t-shirts and boxers. "Well," Ronnie grinned. "It would be awful hard to hide a boner the way you guys live." "I guess we're used to it," James answered, although the word "boner" had caused some sort of reaction between his legs. "So, I guess you guys, you know, just jerk off whenever you want to?" Ronnie asked. Danny noticed a bulge appearing in Ronnie's crotch. And he remembered their three-way when Ronnie had slept over one night. "You want to?" Danny grinned. "Shit, yeah," Ronnie grinned back. And he pulled his pants down. Following Danny and James, he also pulled his shirt off. The other two were in boxers, and Ronnie was in his briefs. Ronnie waited until they made the move, then he pulled his briefs off. Ronnie had grown over the summer. He still looked younger than his 14 and 15 year old classmates, but his dick was catching up. Still a little thin, Danny thought, but over four inches now. He looked at his own hard dick, getting close to five and a half inches, the precum glistening on his smooth cockhead. Then he glanced at James. James was slowly stroking. "Let's see who shoots the most," James suggested. The other two nodded. "Shoot into your hand, and that way we can see." The three didn't speak now, intent on their dicks and watching the others. They began to make sounds, though, the sounds boys have made for eons as they played with themselves. Small groans of satisfaction, longer moans of pleasure, sharper grunts of urgency... "Uhhh... uhhh..." James came first, shooting his cum into his waiting hand. Ronnie came next, though his eyes were still on James as he coaxed the remaining drops from his dick. He almost forgot to hold his hand in place, but he managed to catch his cum. Danny groaned loudly as he shot into his hand and then pumped all of it out. Three boys grinned as they showed each other the results. Danny had won, though barely. He licked his cum out of his hand. James was doing the same. Ronnie grinned watching them; he was remembering their three-way suck. Well, he thought, maybe another time. He cleaned his own hand off with his tongue. "Yummy stuff, huh?" Ronnie smiled. "Nothing like a bedtime snack," James agreed. And Danny and James got a 97 on the video and live demonstration, the highest in the class. After the Christmas break, Danny and James got a new partner in physics. Mark's partner had moved out of town during the holiday vacation, so the teacher put him with Danny and James. "Maybe he thinks I can learn something from you guys," Mark laughed. The three did make a point of studying together for their weekly quizzes and exams. Within a few weeks their studying had to be done at Mark's, however. He'd broken his ankle while skateboarding and was in a cast for a while. Mark was propped up on the couch in the part of the basement he used as his room, and Danny and James were spread out on the floor. They'd finished prepping for the weekly quiz and were just talking for a while before Danny and James had to go home. "I really thank you guys for helping me this way," Mark said. "It's no problem," James answered. "It's easier than you having to hobble all the way over to our place." "No," Mark grinned, "I didn't mean just that. I mean, studying with me all the time. My grades in there aren't too bad, you know." "They're pretty good," Danny agreed. "Guess you guys are good for me. Good example or something," Mark laughed. "See, I don't really get along with a lot of kids. Skateboarder and all." "What does that have to do with it?" Danny wanted to know. Mark shrugged. "I'm just a little too... out of the ordinary for some of them, I guess. Not too many guys at school with hair this long, you know." He grinned. They were silent for a moment. "You guys do know I'm gay." Mark stated it flatly, but it was a question. "Um... No, I guess we didn't..." Danny started. "Or maybe..." James hestitated. "Yeah," Mark said quietly. "It's the 'maybe' that keeps people away." "Aw, shit, Mark, I didn't mean that!" James said. "Look, we're not staying away, are we? Aren't we friends?" The question hung in the air for a moment. Obviously, they were friends. The question was suggesting there was a reason for their friendship. Danny and James looked at each other. They weren't certain what to say; they'd never talked about this sort of situation. "It's all right, dudes. I know." Mark looked at them. "Don't ask me how I know it. I just do." "But how..." Danny stopped, and they all laughed. "I've got to ask it. How?" Mark shrugged. "You guys are really tight. I mean, you got something special going for you. I don't know. Remember that night after Steve's big party last year? Danny, you, um, sort of disappeared? James was really flipping out about it. I guess... I don't know. Maybe I knew about me, so I knew about you?" He shrugged again. "I had somebody like that for a while," Mark finally said. "For a while?" Danny asked. "He moved. Almost two years ago. He was... Well, he was really something special. I guess I sort of flipped out for a while, too, when he left." "Who was he?" James asked. "I met him when I first got a skateboard," Mark smiled. "For my tenth birthday. There used to be this place out past the shopping center where there was an old foundation or something. Some low walls, too. Guys went there to practice. I went out there one afternoon, and there he was... ..... He sailed into the air and hung there. It seemed like slow motion. Mark's mouth was open at the beauty of it. The grace. He landed hard on the other side of the concrete but kept his balance and came to a halt. He was beautiful. Tall and slender, long blond hair. His chest and back bronzed by the sun. His board shorts hanging low on his hips, low enough that Mark wondered if he had any hair down there. Mark loved looking at nice boys, and this one was lovely in a way a ten-year-old couldn't understand, only appreciate. The tall skater walked over to the little kid who'd been watching him. "Hey, kid -- you got a new skateboard, huh?" His smile warmed Mark, who could only stammer his response. "So, you want a few tips? Hey, I'm Alex." Mark finally answered, "I'm Mark. I'm only 10." Alex laughed. "Well, I'm only 13, but I started about your age, I guess. Come on." Alex coaxed the bashful boy onto the large open concrete pad -- once the floor of a building -- and got him started. He held Mark by his shoulders first, and the warmth of his hand immediately soaked through Mark's t-shirt and into his skin. As Alex taught him how to move he held him at his waist for a bit, then by his sides. He pulled Mark's arms out to show him how to balance. And Mark was so thrilled by the attention -- and the touch -- of this beautiful boy he could hardly pay attention. "Well, that's enough for now. You just skate around a little and practice, and we'll meet up again, okay?" And then Alex leaned into him and gave him a kiss on his cheek! "You're a cute one!" And Alex sailed off the lot and down the street. Mark could only stand there and stare after him. He came back at the same time the next day. And Alex was there, almost as though he were waiting for him. They practiced for a while, and Mark made sure he had his own t-shirt off this time. He thought maybe the way Alex smiled at him when he pulled it off meant... well, meant that he liked him. It wasn't long before they were both pretty sweaty. "That's it," Alex said finally. He skated around the perimeter of the old floor one time -- Mark's eyes didn't leave his new golden friend -- and came to a stop in front of the boy. He kissed Mark. This time on the lips. Just a quick little peck. "I just live up there, on the hill," Alex said. "You want to hang for a while?" At first Mark didn't understand what Alex was asking, but then he hurriedly followed his new friend up the hill. Alex got a couple of bottles of cold water, and they went to his room. Mark was awed by all the posters of skaters on the walls. Alex explained who they were and what their specialities were. Then they plopped down on Alex's bed, kicking their shoes off onto the floor. "You cooled off a little?" Alex asked him. "Yeah," Mark answered. His eyes kept tracing over the face and shoulders and chest and belly of his golden friend. "You want to make out some? You know what I mean?" Alex asked. Alex smiled at him. "Yeah," Mark answered. He knew. Alex put his arms around the ten-year-old and pulled him on top of him on the bed. He kissed his lips again. When Mark felt his tongue, he parted his lips, and his own small tongue tasted a boy for the first time. His little dick stiffened. Alex rolled to his side and pulled Mark against him. Mark's face was against the warm, moist chest. He felt hands caressing his back. "You're really cute, Mark," Alex whispered. Alex pulled away enough that his hand could slide down into Mark's shorts, inside his briefs, and he cupped the little boner in his hand. Mark whimpered in pleasure. He loved playing with his dick, but no one else had every touched it before. He pressed into the teen's warm hand. He relaxed as Alex rolled him onto his back and unfastened his shorts. He pulled them completely off, and the ten-year-old was naked. "Nice," Alex whispered as he gently rubbed his hands over Mark's chest and belly. Mark was tan, too, though not as much as Alex. His belly was still a little rounded with what was left of his baby fat, but his chest was already promising development. Alex rubbed his little nipples, and Mark jumped. "You like that, baby?" Mark nodded and grinned. Alex leaned in and licked his nipples while his fingers danced smoothly and lightly over Mark's belly and down to his smooth mound. Mark's little boner lurched upward, and Alex grasped it gently, holding the three inches against his palm while his fingers moved lower to feel the little balls beneath. Mark sucked in his breath at the marvelous new pleasure that surged upward from his groin, and Alex moved his mouth to his, their tongues meeting again. Mark, so very young, inexperienced, eager. Alex, older, knowledgeable, and in awe of the boy so beautifully stretched out on his bed. When he pulled away, Alex quickly pulled his own shorts and boxers off. He lay back and let Mark explore his teen body. Mark had never touched another boy before; he had dreamed about it. He wanted, needed, to touch everything now, everything. He ran his small hands over Alex's head, through his hair, around his cheeks, the strong shoulders, the warm chest with their hardened nipples, the taut belly. When he came to the bush of dark blond pubes, Mark stopped. He touched it first, then he ran his fingers through it. It felt so different than the hair on Alex's head. And he stared at the hard cock. Harder, longer, bigger than he even imagined a boy's cock could grow. He touched it. Warm. So hard. He circled it with his hand; his fingers couldn't touch on the other side of it. The head looked enormous to him. He loved to touch and rub his own little dickhead, but Alex's was so big, so red, so... wet. He knew what it was. He'd read about it. Precum. He leaned in and touched his tongue to it. "Awwwww, baby..." Alex groaned. Mark liked the taste. So smooth. He licked for more. He knew that boys could suck each other, but could he even get that big cockhead in his mouth? He wanted to try. He opened as wide as he could and lay the hot cockhead on his tongue. When he closed his lips, they were not quite at the crown of it. He stretched his lips as he pressed down a little, and he caught the crown and held it. Alex's moan thrilled him. Alex pulled him away, though. Mark felt butterflies in his belly when he realized what Alex was going to do. He lay Mark back onto the bed and immediately buried his face in the young hairless crotch. Mark moaned as he felt Alex's tongue licking over his little balls, between his balls and his thigh, under his dick, and, finally, finally, taking his dick into his mouth... all three inches of it. "OOOOoooooooooooo..." Mark groaned. The sudden heat, wetness, the tongue... "OOOOOOOOOoooo..." Alex nursed on the boyboner, flicking his tongue over the little dickhead, pulling back to kiss it all over and then returning it to his mouth. He held Mark still as he placed his hands on the smooth, soft asscheeks, and he feasted on dick, little dick, sweet sweet boydick, sucking and licking, tasting and sucking, loving it... Mark wiggled as much as he could. He knew what would happen. It happened at night when he played with it himself. But it was never like this! Never like this, never so good, never so wonderful, unbelievably wonderful... He began to shake as it started. Could Alex tell? His sucking became more intense, as though he needed to swallow the dick in his mouth. And deep in the center of him, Mark felt a yearning grow, a yearning for so much more than he had ever been able to do for himself, a yearning for the kind of loving only a boy can give to another boy... It grew tighter, and Mark's voice grew higher as he groaned. Tighter and bigger. Oh, no, nothing like when he did it himself... A growing, a huge wonderful... "EEEEEEeeeeeeeee... eeeeeuuuuuuu..." It burst! It broke open! It exploded! All over him, all through him. He shivered and convulsed, and his squeals echoed long after he himself had wilted... ........... "And I'll never forget that," Mark concluded. "He was really making love to me. And I loved him. When I did the same for him that afternoon, and every time we were together." The three were silent. "And it broke my heart when he moved away," he whispered. The sat quietly. "You'll find somebody else," James finally said. "I don't know if I want somebody else." Mark sounded despondent. Danny moved over to him. "If you find someone, you'll know it's the right person." He knelt on the floor beside the couch and lay his hand on Mark's crotch. "Let me suck you, Mark." He unzipped Mark's jeans and opened them, reached into his boxers, and pulled out Mark's hard six inches. He licked the cockhead, already wet with precum. Mark shuttered. "oh my god oh my god oh my god..." James came over and knelt next to Danny. Danny continued to lick as James pulled Mark's jeans and boxers down to his knees. The two of them alternately sucked Mark's cockhead and fingered his shaft. Mark closed his eyes. He felt the stroking of a tongue across his sensitive dickhead. Fingers moving his balls. Fingers around his ballsac, on his pubic mound. And the tongue. And the sucking. "oh my god oh my god oh my god..." They moved slowly over him. Their experiences with each other taught them what to touch and how gently, where to lick and how rapidly. "Going to... cum... guys... oh my god cum..." The boys pulled away, and James finished Mark by stroking him slowly, postponing the inevitable just as long as possible, until Mark moaned loudly and shot a long stream of cum into the air, followed by another, then another. James left his hand on Mark's cum-covered cock as he and Danny kissed. Mark was still moaning softly as Danny and James went into his little bathroom and washed off. Mark was still lying on the couch when they came out, his legs still open, his softening cock still wet, puddles of cum all over his chest and belly. "You guys... so totally awesome..." Danny grinned. "Just ordinary guys helping a friend," he said, and the two of them left for home.