Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 02:24:14 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 27 & 28 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 27 One of the classes James thought about taking with the new semester was a new cooking class; it was being offered for the first time. "Don't know, though," he said to Danny one night. It was a couple of hours after their moms had gone to bed downstairs, and they were both in Danny's room. They were lying on his bed in their boxers, Danny's arm around James' shoulders. "You like cooking. Why not?" Danny was stroking James' hair and inhaling the outdoorsy scent of the shampoo he'd used. "It'll be all girls." "So what?" Danny asked. "Aren't you the one who told me all the great chefs in the world are men?" "Yeah, but girls in the class wouldn't want to hear that. And I wouldn't want to show them up," James smiled. Danny gave James an awkward love tap on the shoulder, and James responded by tickling the spot just above and to the right of Danny's pubic hair where he was so ticklish. "Stop it!" Danny tried to keep his giggles quiet. "We're supposed to be in two different beds, dumbass." "Speaking of cooking," James said, "I just found a creampuff that looks like it's got a lot of cream in it. Think I'll have a snack." He reached for Danny's hard dick and licked the underside of his shaft all the way to the top and over his peelips. He was rewarded with the precum he loved. "Yeah, there must be a lot of cream in this thing," James smiled. He began to play with Danny's balls as he sucked his dick into his mouth, circling the dickhead with his tongue. He pulled away to lick it again, not just the dickhead but the shaft, too, all around, all over. "OO oo oo oo ooooo Jamesssss..." James paused only long enough to say, "Man, I love this dick." Then he went down on it again, taking the full length of it -- getting closer to six inches every day now -- into his mouth. His nose buried in Danny's pubes, he inhaled, and the scent of his boy Danny, his boyfriend, his boylove filled his head. He sucked as he pumped his face up and down, continually flicking Danny's balls with his fingertips. Danny was getting too close to the point of no return. He carefully pulled away. "No, James. This creampuff isn't quite all the way done. I need to put it in the oven." James crawled up next to Danny, and they kissed, their tongues slowly moving against each other. They could more often take their time now, living in the same house. Their kissing was not hurried; their tongues lingered at each new surface, each new taste. Their lips sealed them together as their hands moved slowly over each other's backs. They loved to kiss. "How?" Danny asked. They often each let the other choose the position. James moved onto all fours on the bed, leaning on his elbows so there was no doubt how he wanted it this time. Danny moved around behind him and kissed the smooth ass, reaching around to stroke James' hard dick a few times. Danny's kisses became licks as his lips moved closer to the cleft in front of him. James moaned in anticipation. Danny's tongue began as far down as he could reach, almost to James' balls, and slowly moved upward. The warm, wet, pulsing tongue moved the cheeks aside and finally arrived at its target, the ring of flesh closing James' entrance. Danny licked around it slowly, then he lapped it. He moved his head, his cheeks moving against James' cheeks, as his tongue began to gently press inward. "Yeaaaaa... ooooooooo Danny..." The tongue pointed, its tip hardened a bit, and the ring pulsed against it. The tight hole at the center, the place never entered by anyone else, slowly widened. James relaxed fully and sighed deeply as he felt his entrance welcome his lover. Danny continued to move slowly, one hand on James' hip and the other gently stroking James' dick. The little round gateway opened, Danny entered carefully, feeling the soft tissues around him, the hot wetness of the inside. He tasted James. His tongue moved in deeply now, and it began to move in little circles, teasing the ring to open even more. The tip pointed again, and licked at the tunnel Danny would enter. For a long time, Danny ate. And James moaned softly. Danny stretched as he sat up on his knees. His cock was dripping, throbbing. It belonged inside. That's where it was supposed to be. He moistened it with a little lube and rubbed some onto and into James. Danny lay his dickhead against James' entrance. "I love you, James," he whispered. And he pressed inward. He was always awed at the sensation -- and the sight -- of the tight pucker spreading to encircle his cockhead, as though it were swallowing it. It was swallowing. James was swallowing him, his dick, his very self... "Uuuuhhhh..." Danny groaned in pleasure as James swallowed him completely, all the way down, down past the soft walls, past the velvety smoothness, down until he was completely inside. His pubes pressed tightly against James' ass, Danny moaned. He wanted to speak, to say something. But he couldn't. He slowly pulled upward until he could just barely see the crown of his cockhead at the opening, then he moved inward again, going home, going where he belonged, going where he was loved, going down into his love... He continued to move slowly, up and down, but something deep inside insisted on more movement, more contact, more satisfaction. He moved his hand around to James' dick and began to stroke him again, using James' precum. And he began a regular, deeper, faster fuck. "Oooo yeaaaa Danny fuck meeee ooooooDannyoooo..." Danny almost felt as though he were being sucked into the deep dark place, pulled in. He fucked and stroked. He heard panting. His own? James? Both? He heard the regular slapping of two bodies meeting, felt his balls bounce forward and backward... then he realized they were not bouncing as much being drawn upward tightening ready needing... He quickened his strokes on James' dick as his own fucking increased. "Yea yea yea yessssss..." James was almost hissing in his attempt to be as quiet as possible. But his hisses were halted with a sudden grunt. His cock hardened as his gut twisted inside. And he came in a huge, hard shot... And his ring clenched against Danny's cockshaft, tightening as James' orgasm built. And Danny exploded inside, his cock moving rapidly, his tiny lips opening wide to shoot his lovecream deep into James... Then, though they yearned for it to continue on and on and on, it was over. Danny collapsed onto James, and the two of them fell onto the bed. Their breathing was rapid and rasping; their chest and bellies struggling to pump the air in and out after their exhaustion. Their breathing slowed. James turned onto his side, and Danny turned to lay his head on James' chest. They lay like that for a while, James' stroking Danny's hair and Danny listening to the heartbeat only inches from his ear. They each felt their tears forming. James let his slide down his cheeks. Danny felt his slide away and drop onto James' chest. It happened for both of them sometimes; they knew that. There were only so many words. Sometimes tears were the only way to express it. And James had decided to take the cooking class, so each afternoon as they walked home -- the weather was too bad for biking now -- James would regale them with his cooking achievements. Mark and Ron couldn't help but poke fun, and they did. "You going to make somebody a great wife someday." James had heard that a number of times! They all laughed about it. But they had also decided to take driver's ed that semester. They wouldn't be old enough to get their licenses until the summer, but they didn't want to wait to take the class the following year and put if off. They had to take 25 hours of classroom work with 30 hours of driving with their mother and 20 hours with the teacher. The class work was hard at first until they caught on to what they really needed to know. They were nervous with the teacher, but he was more helpful than critical. They both realized that their moms had to work to remain patient sometimes, but they were pretty cool about it, too. And it helped that they coached each other at home on the classwork. "How far does it take to stop when you're going 50 miles an hour?" Ronnie asked. He was helping them in James' room one afternoon after school. He wouldn't be taking the class until the next year, but he figured he might learn some things, too. "Damn," Danny said. "I get those numbers all confused." "Okay, we'll look at them again later. Here's another one. What does the green light mean?" "Come on," James said. "That's too easy." "What do you want to bet it's on the written test? Answer the question," Ronnie said. "Go," the boys responded together. "No, that's what you say to the girl who's ready to suck your dick," Ronnie said. They all laughed. "Okay. What's the yellow light mean?" Ronnie was giggling at his own sense of humor now. "Caution," the boys answered. "Wrong. That's to remind you to use a rubber so you don't make babies." The boys began to giggle with Ronnie. "What's the yellow sign with the arrow pointing left mean?" Ronnie asked. James beat him to it this time. "That's the way my dick hangs, to the left." "What's the yellow sign with an "X" on it mean?" "That's the target for putting your dick in," Danny giggled. "'X' marks the spot," Ronnie could hardly get words out now. "Okay... okay... What's the... what's the speed limit for stroking your dick?" "Trick question," James called. "There is no speed limit for stroking your dick." Ronnie couldn't talk at all now, so the questions were abandoned. But Ronnie had put himself in the mood, so he rubbed his hand over his crotch. "Want to, guys?" "Fuck, Ronnie," Danny said, "Is that all you do, jack off?" "Practice makes perfect." James and Ronnie had spoken at almost the same time, so they were all off into gales of laughter again. But Ronnie had been serious. He opened his pants and waited for the other two to do the same. They decided not to take everything off from the waist down since Danny and James would be called down to dinner soon. The were silent for a moment as each of them concentrated on the hard dick in his hand. "Hey, Ronnie," James said. "You jack off with anybody except us?" "Uh... I... why?" Ronnie didn't hesitate in his movements, but his face looked curious. "Just wondered." "Um... no, I don't," Ronnie said. "So, why us?" James asked. Ronnie shrugged as he stroked. "Cause you guys like it, too, I guess. And even more sometimes." He grinned. "Then you going to let me suck you?" James lay on his belly in front of Ronnie. Ronnie removed his hand from his dick, and James moved closer. He held Ronnie's dick with one hand and sucked on the dickhead. "Oh god," Ronnie groaned. James turned his hips on his side as he continued to suck. His jeans were already unzipped, so Danny slid over and pulled James' dick out and lay down on his belly to suck it. James moaned in pleasure, and Ronnie's dick caught the vibrations at the back of his throat. "Oh god that's... oh wow..." Ronnie's dick may have grown some, but his voice hadn't changed yet. James felt Ronnie's dick hitting the back of his throat as Ronnie bucked his hips into him. He pulled back just a bit to concentrate on the small dickhead. "Danny... James... time to wash up for dinner," Danny's mom called up the stairs. Danny pulled away from James long enough to answer, "Okay, mom;" then he returned to sucking. Ronnie was ready. His hands were clenched tightly in James' hair, and he was grunting. And then he came. "Aw gaaaa... yea... yea..." His high voice died away as his orgasm faded. "Sheesh, guys!" Ronnie hurriedly tucked his dick away and zipped up. "Close one. I got to go." The boys called "bye" was he opened the door and left, then they got up and rearranged themselves. At the sink in the bathroom Danny said, "Only one dick in there got to cum." "Don't worry, loverboy," James grinned. "After dinner, there's always dessert." The boys were laughing as they ran down the stairs and took their places at the table. "My goodness, James," his mother said. "Your hair is a mess. Comb your hair after you boys have been wrestling around up there." "Okay, mom," James said as he ran his fingers through the hair Ronnie has messed up. He glanced at Danny. But Danny was keeping his eyes on his plate. And his fingernails were biting into his palm under the table as he resisted the urge to giggle. The week before finals James announced that he was going to prepare dinner on Friday; he said it was his final project for the cooking class. Danny would help him, but James would be the chef. James planned the menu carefully, from the soup and salad to the dessert. That night Danny set the table formally. James' mom had even bought an appropriate wine, promising the boys one glass each. The kitchen was off limits to their mothers, and Danny, who wasn't quite sure what he was doing sometimes, simply followed James' instructions. Danny lit the candles on the table, and they called their moms in. The soup was a cup of French onion, with croutons. The salad was spring greens with artichokes and light raspberry dressing. That was followed by the roast beef whose aroma had been filling the house all afternoon. It was displayed on a platter, surrounded by asparagus and small potatoes. The side dishes included carrots and peas, and there were crossants fresh from the oven. Dessert was a mint Italian ice with sticks of chocolate on the side. Over coffee, James' mom said, "James, this has been spectacular. I am so proud of you!" James beamed. He glanced at Danny, and the message in his eyes was the same: "I'm proud of you, too." And in bed that night, in James' room, they made love on full stomachs and fell asleep in each other's arms. James got an "A" in cooking. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 28 "Stop sign! Stop sign!" Ronnie was behind them, doing his best imitation of a backseat driver. "Shut up, Ronnie!" James was driving, with Danny in the passenger seat. They'd been sent on a errand by James' mother, and this was the first time either had a chance to drive without mothers. Danny would be driving on the way back. They were officially licensed drivers! They had taken the exams, written and driving, in the middle of the summer, waiting until both of them had turned 16. Danny thought the written part was a little hard because of the way questions were worded, but he only got four wrong. James got two wrong. And they walked out of the building with licenses in their hands. "Left! Left! Don't turn too sharp!" Ronnie was clearly enjoying himself. "Damn it, Ronnie, if you don't fucking shut up I'm going to toss you out the window and run over you!" James retorted. He was trying to relax, but both hands were grasping the wheel pretty tightly, and his eyes were looking everywhere at once. "Hey, just making a joke here," Ronnie said dejectedly. He sat back onto the rear seat. James heaved a sigh. "Look, Ronnie, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to yell like that. I'm just a little nervous here, okay? Try to cool it." "Yeah, sure. It's going to be a whole year before I can get my license, and I guess I'll be nervous the first time, too." He sat forward again, putting his arms on the seatrest between Danny and James. "Well, when you drive by yourself the first time," Danny said, "we'll be in the back seat. Count on it." "Over my dead body," Ronnie grinned. "That can be arranged," Danny and James said together. They all laughed. On the way back Danny left Ronnie at his house. "You think he knows?" Danny asked. "About us? I don't know," James said. "Who does know?" Danny wondered aloud. "Mark, of course." "I guess Ronnie could know. We get pretty hot with him," James grinned. "And he sure loves it." "You don't think he's gay, do you?" "He said he wasn't," James answered. "No, I don't think he is. He just likes to play around." "Steve," Danny said. "You think Steve knows?" "Damn, he sure is some stud now, isn't he? Great build. But then he had a great body in seventh grade!. Does he know? Hmm..." James paused. "Well, he sure saw everything we did with the Jerkoffs." "Yeah," Danny said, "but everybody was doing it, sucking, even fucking. He was, too." "He's a jock, but he's not a dumb jock," James said. "Maybe he does. Maybe not. But, look, Danny, he's a friend. Ronnie, too. We can trust them." "Damn." Danny banged his hand against the wheel. "What's the matter?" "I just remembered. When school starts again, Phil and Neal will be there, their first year in high school. They sure as hell know." "Yeah," James grinned. "But they sure as hell are gay, too. They're not saying anything. Don't sweat it, Danny. Things are okay." And things were okay. They still enjoyed riding their bikes. They took care of the yardwork, working together in their shorts with shirts off to catch the sun. And living in the same house -- right across the hall from each other in their very own upstairs -- they were free to be themselves. Carefully and with the necessary limits, of course. They loved being naked with each other, even walking from one room upstairs to the other naked, but they were always careful to wear at least their boxers upstairs when their moms were home. The second big event of the summer happened in August, just a few weeks before school resumed. They had talked to their moms about getting part-time jobs when they were 16 to earn a little spending money -- and to save some, they assured them. Their moms agreed, and they went together to the grocery store where they knew high school kids were hired. "We're in!" James yelled as soon as they got home. "Hired on the spot!" Danny said. They explained to their moms that after they had filled out the applications the assistant manager had hired them. He spent about 45 minutes showing them around in the back, where they would be working as stock boys, keeping items available in the storage area in back and restocking shelves as needed. "Computer tells me when we need more of something on the shelves," he'd said. "Well, usually. And I tell you. Use these carts to wheel stuff out, shelve it, and it's done. Well, you'll do some of the pricing, too, but I'll show you about that later Some of the stuff's heavy, but you're strong boys." They would also fill grocery bags at the checkout counters when things got busy and they were called up front. And carry groceries out to cars for people who needed help, the assistant manager said. Any tips for such help were theirs. When school started, their hours would be rearranged so they could work after school and on weekends. They were glad to see that a couple of friends from school were working there, too. They only worked four hours the first day, and their friends helped them get more familiar with things. They worked another four hours the next day, and almost all of that time had been spent stocking shelves. "Man, my shoulders are killing me!" Danny said when they got home around noon. He slumped down in a chair at the kitchen table as James got a couple of bottles of water from the refridgerator. "My arms are stiff. And my feet!" James laughed and sat down at the table next to him. "Listen to us. Couple of wimps! Think of how we're building up our muscles. In a few weeks we're going to be like the Hulk!" "Green?" Danny asked. "That's it." He slapped the table. "No green for me! I quit!" He laughed. "Damn it! Now my hand hurts!" "Aw, poor boy," James grinned. But he was rubbing his shoulder. "Hey, soaking in some hot water will take care of these sore muscles." "Except I'd stand under the water so long there wouldn't be any hot left for you," Danny said. "You're not listening, sweekcakes. I said 'soak.' As in 'bath.'" James sat up now, alert with his new idea. "Bath?" "Sure, down here," James said. "They won't mind. We'll clean up afterwards. Tell them we needed to soak in a hot tub, and they'll understand." "We?" Danny grinned. "We!" The boys got up and went into the downstairs bathroom, and in a moment there were two piles of clothes on the floor and two naked boys stepping into the tub. James circled Danny with his arms and kissed him; their tongues moved slowly and deeply. James reached down between them and pulled their dicks up between their bellies. "Let's pee," he whispered. They resumed their kiss, and in just a moment, as their tongues warmed their mouths, their bellies were warmed by the flow. It moved downward to soak their pubes, downward to cover their balls, downward to warm their thighs. Their kiss continued long after their pee had stopped. Danny reached up and adjusted the showerhead to rinse them off. Then he closed the drain and turned on the faucet, making the water about as hot as they could stand it. James had sat down in the tub leaning back on the end. Danny sat down in front of him, resting his back on James' chest. James tossed some bath salts in front of them. Their legs were stretched in front of them, and they sat there as the tub filled. They felt the hot water reaching, then covering, their calves, the underside of their thighs. They sighed as they felt it begin to surround their asses. They sighed again as it reached their balls. The boys lay there, not speaking, not even moving, as the water continued to cover them, watching their legs and feet disappear under the water. The soapsuds were building, mounding bubbles on bubbles in front of Danny. They both watched as the hot water surrounded and lifted Danny's pubic hair and his dick. When his dick was completely underwater, it moved gently with the flow of the water, pointing slightly upward. He wasn't hard. He was soft. And then he couldn't even see his body below water level any more; the bubbles covered it all. And he felt so relaxed. The tub continued to fill until the water was up to their chests. It teased Danny's nipples. He reached with his foot to turn the water off when the tub was as full as it could get, careful of the hot fixtures. The bathroom was filled with steam. James lay with his arms around Danny's side, resting lightly on his belly, his dick resting someplace between them. As the bubbles moved away a bit, Danny watched his dick floating in the water, his hair moving as though it were trying to swim around. They felt the heat soaking into them, warming them until there were small beads of sweat on their foreheads. They felt dreamy, as though they were floating together in a warm sea... Gradually, the bubbles began to disappear little by little. James murmured. "Sit up a little, Danny. I'll massage your shoulders for you." Danny straightened up. James washed some of the warm water up onto his back; he reached under Danny's arms and washed his pits, then his chest. Then he put his hands on Danny's shoulders and began to rub them gently. Gradually, he tightened his fingers as he massaged, and he could feel the tightness fading away. "Oh, shineshine, that feels sooooo nice," Danny whispered. James moved his hands to the shoulder joints, then down to the biceps on the arm. Then up again. After a while he moved his hands to Danny's sides. He pushed with the heel of his palm and kneaded with his fingers. When he had gotten down to Danny's ass, he moved inward and massaged the muscles on either side of his backbone. Very slowly. And then he started all over again, occasionally leaning in to kiss Danny's shoulders lightly. Then James stretched his arms around Danny to his thighs. He kneaded the tops of his thighs with his fingers, pushing and pulling hard. His hands moved to the side of his thighs, then under them as far as he could reach. Danny sighed. He felt as limp as a rag doll. When James' fingers moved to Danny's belly they lingered for only a moment before seeking his pubes under the water. Then James' hand circled Danny's dick. "No, sweetcakes, relax," he whispered in Danny's ear. "Relax; let me do it all." Through all the massage Danny's dick had remained soft in the hot water. But now it began to respond to the special attention it was receiving from James' fingers. It began to stiffen. James drummed his fingers along the bottom of it, then along the top. He let only his fingertips brush lightly over the cockhead. The water was still so hot it took several minutes for Danny to become fully hard in it. James could see his chest moving as Danny breathed harder and deeper. Danny began to moan softly, but he kept his head laying back against James. How I love this boy, James thought. How I love him! There was moisture all over him from the bath, from the steam. Even moisture on his face. But the moisture in his eyes was his own. He slowly stroked Danny, watching the dickhead grow and expand until the crown of it was pulled away from the hard shaft as far as it could get. It was as though Danny's dickhead were straining to get more of the pleasure James' fingers brought. The skin of Danny's helmet was tight and shiny. James released the cock now, and, fully hard, it stuck up almost out of the water, like a little periscope searching, searching. James fingered Danny's hair again, and one of his hands moved down through the heat and darkness to find his ballsac. Though his dick was completely hard, the heat of the water allowed the ballsac to remain loose, the balls almost floating. James used his lips to nibble on Danny's shoulder. But he moved his hand back to the stiff dick under the water. The bubbles were almost all gone from that part of the tub now, and James watched his fingers caress the dick, a deep red from the hot water. He could even see it throbbing. He released it for a second and watched it move on its own as it pulsed underwater. "I love you," he whispered. And he wasn't even aware that he had spoken. Danny sighed deeply as James resumed his slow, soft caresses of the hard dick. But they both knew the time was nearing. James lay one hand on Danny's lower belly so he could feel the begining of it. Danny moaned as his insides grew hotter than the water around him. Deep, deep inside -- but only inches from James' hand -- the little walnut started to become impossible hard, so hard all the nerves around it were tense. Danny groaned again as James' hand on his balls began to gently squeeze and release, squeeze and release. "Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhh..." Danny pressed himself back onto James' chest as the urgency for release grew. James could feel Danny's belly tense, the muscles harden to support the enormous amount of energy it would take to thrust what was deep inside Danny's body out into the world. Danny's dick suddenly became a hot, unbelievably firm rod in James' hand, and his balls pulled upward to supply their share of a boy's essence. "AWWwwwwwwwww..." Danny shook all over as his first release of cum jetted out into the water. James could feel Danny's body quiver beneath his hand. "AWWWwwwwwww..." Danny contnued to shoot, his little lips opening and thrusting more cum outward. There was another shot, then another. Another. Danny whimpered and became limp in James' arms as the last of his cum oozed out into the hot water. Neither boy said a word. They lay there in the same positions in which they'd started. James released Danny's dick, and still somewhat hard, it floated in the water. But their eyes were on something else in the water. There were several globules floating, some at the top of the water and some still below it. It was Danny. It was Danny's cream, suspended, moving gently as though the small shapes were clouds floating across a blue sky. And just in front of them was a different formation. The top of it was just breaking water, a larger portion of cum, flat on top where it reached the water but irregular below the water level. It was farther away because it must have been Danny's very first, strong shot. But the bottom of it became slender, a string hanging from the larger portion above. It reached down and slightly backward in the direction from which it had come. Three inches, maybe even four. A string of cum floating beneath the water, as though frozen in mid-flight in the split second after it had burst from the cock. Danny reached for it slowly, careful not to move the water too much. He cupped his hand beneath it and then slowly raised his hand. The string, heavier than the water, rested on his palm, the end of it first. Danny carefully moved his hand upward, letting the water move around his fingers but keeping the cum in his palm. Finally his hand was above the water. There was still a little water in it, but the entire shot of cum was there. He turned just enough so he could watch James take it. James smiled, and he rubbed his hand on his cheek, all over his face, washing himself with Danny's lovejuice. They kissed. Danny licked at James' cheek, then made a face. "Ewee! Soap!" he grinned. He waited a moment, then he said, "Let's trade places. And put a little more hot water in here. It's your turn." It's amazing, sometimes, how much fun ordinary guys can have in a bathtub. When they were finished they cleaned the tub and replaced the used towels. They still had enough time to go upstairs and lie for a while with their arms around each other.