Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:33:55 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 31 & 32 This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young boys, including their sexual experiences with each other and 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 31 They had talked and talked about it, and they couldn't make up their minds. Class rings were a really big thing at Springfield High, and it was about time for juniors to order them so they would get in by the end of the school year and students have them for all of their senior year. "They're just so damn expensive," James said. They were sitting in the back room of the grocery store drinking sodas during a break. "We're saving our money. Do we want to spend that much on something like that?" Danny knew James was just thinking out loud, so he let the questions ride. He had the same questions himself. A couple of days later they were looking at the ring brochures in Danny's room. Danny had noticed that, while the year of graduation was part of the ring's design, the purchaser had the option of specifying an engraving for inside the ring; the jeweler suggested the student's name or a favorite quotation. "James," Danny said. "Let's do it. Let's get them." "You want to?" James still wasn't completely sure. "Yes. And here's why. We'll each have our names engraved on the inside of the ring. Then, when we get them, we'll exchange rings. We'll wear each other's ring. I'll wear yours; you'll wear mine." "Exchange rings," James said slowly. "Yes! Exchange rings. Damn, Danny, that's a great idea." He smiled. "Exchange rings," he repeated, more slowly. James leaned over to kiss Danny, and their tongues went deep into each other. "Exchange rings," James smiled. So the rings were ordered. And they had finally decided to talk to Mark. They had decided to just lay out the whole situation and see what he had to say about it. They were talking in Mark's basement room again. "But I don't even know him," Mark said, "this Neal guy." "I know you don't," James said. "That's the whole point. You can get to know him. He's a nice guy; he really is." "We've known him since we were on the same baseball team back when we were in the eighth grade," Danny said. "But he's a freshman. Ninth grade. I'm a senior, twelfth grade. I'm three years older than he is," Mark said. "And so was your boyfriend you told us about," James said. "Alex," Mark said quietly. He'd been only ten years old when Alex had taken him into his life and taught him what love meant. "Alex," he repeated. "Yeah. Maybe you needed something then, Mark," James said. "Something Alex knew you needed something. Well, Neal needs something now, Mark. He needs a really special friend." Mark agreed. And Danny and James would plan a sleepover if Neal agreed, too. But they were surprised when Neal wasn't so sure about it. "But he's a senior," Neal said. They were in Neal's basement playing video games while they talked. "And we're two years older than you are," James countered. "That doesn't mean we can't be friends. And play around when we want to. He's only a year older than we are." Neal concentrated on the screen for a minute, then he sat the control down. "He won't be like Phil," he said quietly. "No, he won't," Danny said. "He's not Phil. He's Mark. The thing with Phil, Neal -- that's over. I'm sorry. Wish it wasn't over. But you know it is. But you can still have friends, make new friends." Neal just sat, unconvinced. "Look, Neal, you're a cute guy." James didn't hesitate to say it. "You're fun and smart and funny and... And you don't need to be alone. There are going to be guys who want to be special friends with you. Let it happen." Neal finally agreed, but he had a condition. The sleepover would be at his place, not theirs. The boys agreed. They decided later that maybe Neal would be a little more comfortable at his own house. When the night of the sleepover arrived, Danny and James got to Neal's first. The sleepover would be in his basement where there was plenty of room -- and privacy. Neal's mom sent Mark down when he arrived, and the first several minutes were a little awkward as Neal showed them where they'd spread their sleeping bags, where the bathroom was, where they'd keep their snacks. They were going through DVDs and video games when Neal and Mark discovered they liked some of the same movies, and they compared favorites as they choose one to watch. It was one of the old Batman movies, and they followed that with the first Spiderman movie. "No butter on my popcorn," Mark said when Neal got some out for the microwave. "Don't like it?" Danny asked. "It's too fake. Don't like the taste of it," Mark said. That was all it took for James, the cook in the group, to describe all the artificial ingredients put in food and the problems they could cause. "So we're all going to die of cancer, huh?" Danny grinned. "I'd rather die of the problem he's having," Mark said, pointing to the screen. Peter Parker, the high schooler who was in the process of becoming Spidey, was looking in the mirror, surprised at the sudden tremendous improvement in his physique -- his chest and arms looked like he'd been pumping iron for months. Then he looked down, presumably into his pants. He first registered great surprise and then extreme satisfaction at what he saw. The boys all laughed. "Wonder how big he is?" James asked. "Be nice if one of those spiders would bite me," Mark grinned. "Where do you get those spiders?" Neal laughed. "Damn, stud," Danny said to him. "You don't need a spider. You were bigger at eleven than a lot of guys are at my age." Neal blushed, but then he grinned. He noticed Mark glance at his crotch. But he didn't feel embarrassed, he realized; he felt... well, pleased. By the time Spidey was swinging around the skyscrapers for the first time, the four boys had become much more relaxed with each other. When the movie was half over, it was James who suggested that they get more comfortable. "My folks are in bed by now, Neal said. "That's up on the second floor." Neal went up to the door at the top of the stairs leading to the first floor and turned the lock. He came back down grinning. "We're private now." They left the movie on, but no one paid any attention to Spidey any longer. The boys removed their shoes and then spread their sleeping bags side by side in a big square on the floor between the TV and the couch. Their jeans came off next. Danny and James were in boxers and t-shirts. Neal was in white briefs, but Mark was wearing a pair of bright red silk boxers. "OOO whooo! All dressed up, dude," James laughed, pointing to Mark. Mark grinned but didn't respond. He did look at Neal, whose eyes were taking in the red boxers and Mark's long lean legs. Danny and James settled back against the couch, leaving the larger part of the floor to the other two. Neal lay on his belly to watch the movie, and Mark lay next to him. Danny and James could see, though, that Mark was paying more attention to Neal than to the movie. When Mark moved his leg over to touch Neal's, Danny and James smiled at each other and relaxed, James' arm around Danny's shoulder. Their own legs brushed lightly against each other, and two bulges began to grow in their boxers. They watched the two boys on the floor in front of them. Mark's bare back was still bronzed from the summer, and his long, lean legs showed just a hint of blond fuzz. Neal was still in his t-shirt, but his round butt was accented by the whiteness of his briefs and the firmness of his thighs. Mark propped up his head on one hand, elbow on the floor, and made no pretense of watching the movie anymore. His other hand moved lightly up and down Neal's back. Neal crossed his arms and lay his head on them, facing Mark and smiling. He was no longer watching the movie, either. Mark slid his hand under Neal's t-shirt to caress the skin itself. It was warm and smooth, the back of a recently-turned thirteen-year-old not yet developed into a fully pubescent teen, a boy not quite yet on his way to manhood. Mark's fingers began to excite Neal, and he adjusted his hips a bit. Mark moved his hand down to Neal's cotton-covered butt, curving his fingers to match the contours of the younger boy's ass, stroking gently and squeezing lightly. With nothing further said or done, Neal rolled onto his side, and the boys held each other close as their bodies moved slowly together, chests and legs skin to skin, crotches twisting and pulling the material caught between them. They pulled apart for just a moment, just long enough for Mark to pull Neal's t-shirt off, and then they returned to lie close together, touching and turning. Danny and James were kneading each other's crotches now, wet spots beginnng on their boxers, as they watched the two in front of them. James opened his legs a little wider, and Danny moved his hand into James' fly to grasp his dick. Mark whispered something into Neal's ear, and the younger boy rolled over onto his back, Mark rolling with him. Mark began to lick at Neal's ear, then his neck, then his smooth, flat chest. He teased Neal's nipples a moment before his tongue slid downward to his bellybutton. His hand was already slipping under the waistband of Neal's briefs. Danny and James watched him as Mark made contact with Neal's dick. They knew it would be fully swollen by now, and they saw the surprise in Mark's eyes. As the older teen slid Neal's briefs down his thin legs, Neal's big cock popped up and slapped his belly before waving in the air. "Duuuude," Mark whispered. "What a cock!" He looked into Neal's smiling face. Danny said, "He shocked us all, man. When he was eleven he was already over five inches. And he could cum already." James couldn't stand the interference of his boxers with Danny's hand anymore, and he pulled them off. "At eleven?" Mark asked. "So hot!" He caressed Neal's hard cock as he examined it. "Over six inches now, I bet, right?" Neal grinned. "Six and a half." He saw Mark's other hand reach for his own crotch to rub his own dick. Neal brushed it aside and grasped it through the silk. "Oh, man," he breathed. "I got to see this." Mark quickly pulled his boxers off. His dick was just over seven inches now. Neal grasped it to feel its heat, its thickness. Without a word, Neal shifted so he could take the cockhead into his mouth. "EEehhhhh duuuude..." Mark surrendered his dick to the young cocksucker; he lay on his back and watched as Neal's tongue raced up and down his long shaft and then focused on his cockhead. Neal stopped only long enough to grin with a smear of Mark's precum on his lips. Neal reached down to finger Mark's heavy balls, and he began to move his face up and down the big cock. Mark groaned, placing his hands on the back of Neal's head, fingering the soft blond hair, but letting Neal set his own pace. The younger boy's tongue raced up and down Mark's hard shaft, and then it slowed, twisting around the shaft downward and back upward to the precum-covered cockhead. Mark's stomach fluttered as the experienced young cocksucker flicked his tongue across Mark's cocklips and then sucked lightly on the underside of his cockhead. Neal licked down the fat tube inside Mark's shaft and then sucked on it as he moved his lips upward again. James could watch the blow job for only a few minutes until his own mouth was watering for a taste of Danny. He pulled Danny's boxers off of him and, as Danny spread his legs, he licked at his balls. James inhaled deeply, and the scent of Danny's sex made him moan as he sucked Danny's balls. Danny leaned over him to knead James' asscheeks and then rub his back. He opened his legs even more, pressing himself into James' warm mouth. He loved to have his balls sucked. When he glanced up at the other two, Danny saw that Neal and Mark had moved into a 69 position and were busy sucking each other, their fingers toying with balls and asses. He smiled, and then he groaned as James' tongue began a more serious assault on his cockhead. As though by common assent, the two pairs separated before anyone was too close to cumming. Mark and Neal kissed a long, deep, wet kiss, and then they pulled each other close to simply rock together, their dicks pulsing between them. Danny and James relaxed in each other's arms watching them. "They told me you were cute, dude," Mark said to Neal. "You're more than that." He brushed Neal's blond hair from his eyes and kissed the boy on his cheek. "So much more than cute," he muttered. As they pulled apart a bit, Neal asked Mark, "Did they tell you I'm a cocksucker?" "He's a cocksucker," Danny grinned. "A world-class A Number One cocksucker." "Let me show you," Neal said. "Oh, dude, you already have!" Mark said. "But if you want more cock," he said, grinning, "help yourself." Neal got between Mark's legs, and Mark lay back, his feet flat on the floor and his knees apart. He groaned as Neal began to lick his balls first, moving them side to side with his tongue and then sucking on them lightly. Neal loved the feel of Mark's hair tickling his lips and cheeks as he licked the older boy's big balls. He carefully placed his lips around one of the balls and gently sucked it into his mouth. He was pleased by Mark's long, low groan. With the ball in his mouth, his tongue licked against it gently. He released it, kissed it, and carefully sucked the other ball in. It made Neal's dick throb to know that what he was sucking produced part of the cream he would soon taste. Neal let Mark's ball go and licked up the side of his ballsac; Mark's thigh was against his cheek, and Neal sucked a little harder where the skin softened to form the bag for Mark's balls. Then he nestled his face into the teen's balls to get his lips at the base of the hard cock lying against Mark's belly. He sucked lightly at the spot where the base of the shaft disappeared into Mark, then he sucked a little harder, feeling the thob of the fat tube that fed the little lips above. "MMmmmmmm.... mmmmmmmm..." Mark was humming in pleasure, his body shot through with delight at the sensations the younger cocksucker brought him. Neal relaxed and widened his tongue, spreading his moisture generously over Mark's ballsac, moving under it. He lapped at the tender skin behind the sac, moving his tongue backward and toward the cleft that would lead to Mark's hole. Then he moved his tongue slowly upward, lifting the sac and allowing the balls to fall on either side of his tongue. He continued licking along the tube all the way to the little lips that were pulsing for him. But Neal wanted what was inside. He slowly circled Mark's cockhead with his lips. He sucked the wet cockhead in quickly, lapping at the precum leaking from Mark's little lips. Neal hummed, and the vibrations shot down through Mark's cockhead into his shaft and deep inside. "Awwwww fuuuuuck... ooooooo yeaaaaaa..." Mark sounded as though he were in deep agony, as though it were pain and not pleasure heating his body. Both Danny and James had moved a little closer to watch Neal display his talents. They were side by side, Danny fingering James' dick slowly. Neal's tongue began to move rapidly over the cockhead in his mouth, and he alternated between licking and sucking. With no warning except the widening of his jaws, he moved his head downward, and almost all of Mark's seven inches were engulfed in the heat of his mouth. "AWWwwww fuuuuuuck oooooooo..." Mark's legs were quivering now, his thighs shaking as he held them apart for Neal. Neal swallowed, opened his throat, and lowered his face even further. Mark's cockhead was now inside the entrance of Neal's throat. With Mark moaning loudly, Neal moved up and down on the older boy, fucking his own throat on the rock-hard dick in his mouth. Danny and James saw that Mark's belly was tightening and his breathing became more rapid. "Caaaaaan't hoooold iiiiit..." Mark's voice was tight, raspy. Neal went completely down on him one more time, and then he let the cockhead remain in his mouth as he stroked the long shaft rapidly. He caught the first shot of Mark's hot cum at the back of his throat. "AAaaaaaaa..." Mark thrust his groin up at his sucker, completely lost in the waves of sexual pleasure washing through him. "AAAaaaaaaaaa..." Neal had time to swipe the second shot of cum around his mouth before the third volley was thrust out. He swallowed, inhaled deeply through his nose, and continued to suck. Mark gave him another shot, then another. "UUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Mark groaned, as a long stream of cum flowed from his cocklips as though it were pee flowing from him. Neal lay his head on Mark's belly, his lips still licking the cum Mark had given him and his fingers still playing with Mark's hard dick. Mark was breathing fast and deeply, exhausted at the assault on his senses. Danny and James fell back in their own embrace, moving to a 69 position with each other, leaving the other two boys together. Mark lay quietly for a while, his fingers stroking Neal's soft blond hair as the younger boy continued to play with his wet cock. "Oh, man... Neal..." Mark sighed. Neal rearranged himself, lying so he was partly on top of Mark, their faces close. "Oh, man... that was the best blowjob I've ever had. Damn, Neal..." Mark grinned. "You are totally awesome!" He pulled Neal a little closer for a kiss. Neal had kept some of Mark's cum in his mouth. Neal opened his lips slightly and let a string of cum fall slowly onto Mark's lips. When Mark licked it in, Neal followed the string downward, and the boys' tongues met outside their mouths, licking and tasting. Then their lips met, and their tongues delved deeply inside. "Neal..." Mark whispered when they separated. "Neal, god! I've never met anybody like you. You're..." He stopped. He blinked as his eyes dampened. "God, Neal. You're something special." Mark touched his lips to Neal's again, and they rolled into each other as their tongues slowly moved inside their mouths and their hands slowly caressed their warm skin. When the movie was over, the DVD stopped and there was no sound in the room except that of wet lips and tongues, of skin moving against skin. The screen went to deep blue and cast a blue aura over four naked teens moving slowly against each other. Just ordinary guys, their arms reaching, their legs stretching, their asses reflecting the light. And when the screen went from blue to black, they didn't even notice. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 32 The four boys had had two other sleepovers together before school ended for the year, one at Danny and James' and the other at Mark's. By the time they were at Mark's, it was clear that Mark and Neal were happy with each other. That night at Mark's, Mark had been sitting on his couch with Neal on his lap. Neal was facing him and had Mark's cock up his ass; Neal was lying against Mark's chest playing with his nipple. Mark had been watching James fuck Danny on the floor, those two now resting against each other. "We owe you guys, you know," Mark said quietly. "Us?" Danny asked. "For getting us together. Me and my baby here." Mark stroked Neal's back, and Neal smiled. "You owe us nothing," Danny said. "Just invite us to the wedding," James grinned. Danny started to sock him a love tap and then saw a bit of cum on James' cheek. He swiped it off with his finger and fed it to James. Neal sighed loudly. "What's the matter, babe?" Mark asked. "I go to pee." Neal pulled himself slowly off Mark's cock, which slipped out with a wet sound, by moving up on his knees. He started to get off the couch and head for the deep sink in the corner of the basement; they'd been using it to piss in. "You don't need to go all the way over there," Mark said, and he grasped Neal's waist before he could get off the couch. Neal was standing on his feet on the cushions, his dick almost in Mark's face. "Give it to me," Mark said. He reached for Neal's dick, keeping one hand on his waist, and placed the dick in his mouth. "You mean... you want me to pee...?" Neal was surprised. Mark removed his dick long enough to say, "Sure," grin, and put it back in. Neal grinned over at Danny and James, took a deep breath, and balanced himself by holding on to Mark's head. His dick was hard, and he had to wait for a minute. "Going to start..." Neal whispered, feeling the pee building inside. He sighed loudly as it flowed through his dick, his eyes on Mark. He could see Mark's lips holding his dick in place tightly. He could see Mark's throat move as he swallowed. He could feel the warm pee flow through him, from his body into his lover's without ever being in the open air. Danny and James watched, open-mouthed. When his pee was finished, Neal carefully removed his dick from Mark's mouth. Mark licked his lips and grinned. "I love everything about you, baby," he said. Neal smiled, then he carefully lowered himself back onto Mark's hard cock. A couple of nights later, back at their own house, Danny and James were getting ready for a shower together. "Yeah, let's pee on each other again, okay?" Danny said. "But no... you know, drinking it," James said. "Didn't you think that was kind of, well, weird?" "I wouldn't want to do it, but if they wanted to... I guess it wasn't weird to them." Danny pulled his boxers off and stepped into the shower. James joined him. "I'm glad they're together, you know? Neal is happy." "So's Mark." Danny started the water. They had worked five hours that day, a Saturday, and they kneaded and massaged each other's shoulders and backs as they showered. Then they went into James' room and napped, lying naked together. The class rings came in only two weeks before the end of the year. Their orders had been filled perfectly. The rings were identical except for the names inside. No one would ever know they exchanged rings, but they would know. The night they arrived they traded the rings, each just a little uncertain of what to say but each moved deeply by the simple exchange. They kissed and hugged. "James... I wish..." Danny stopped. "What?" James asked quietly. "I wish I could marry you," Danny said. James felt the tears first, and the he saw them glisten in the soft light of the bedroom Danny began to cry softly, too. They went to bed and made love slowly late into the night. Their finals were harder this year, they thought. But, of course, they passed everything and even got high grades. Their mothers insisted on the grades, and, in fact, the boys demanded that of each other. This summer they would be working even more hours. But their mothers had promised them a vacation in the mountains in July, and they spent the week of the Fourth in cabins on a lake where the weather was perfect for swimming and boating or just lying in the sun. There was a mixup in the reservations, however. The double cabin they were supposed to get had already been given to someone else. The manager apologized over and over again and gave them, instead, two smaller cabins. Danny and James had to keep from grinning when they realized that meant they would have their own private cabin. They ate in their mothers' cabin the first night, and the boys decided to take a walk around the lake when their mothers had gone to bed. Following a trail right alongside the water's edge, they soon found themselves in a place where it seemed they were the only two people in the entire world. They sat at the edge of the water, feeling the breeze and listening to the loons. They sat shoulder to shoulder, holding hands. Without speaking, they kissed and then turned to watch the water again. "I love you, Danny." James had said those words so many time in the last five years, but he wanted to say them over and over again. "You're my happiness, Danny. You're my whole life." Danny put his head on James' shoulder, and James slipped his arm around him. They sat silently for a while. "Nothing good happened to me when I was a kid," Danny finally said, "except having mom. Nothing. I can't believe how all that's changed. I can't believe I was that kid I used to be." He turned his face to James. "You did that for me, James. You changed it all for me. I love you with all my heart." This time their kiss lasted a very long time. They sat together until the moon was almost down, and then they made their way back to their cabin. When they went to the swimming beach the next day, they found a large group of people sunning themselves and playing in the water. There were several families with children, but only a few serious swimmers. Danny and James had been swimmers since they were kids, so they launched themselves toward the large raft out in the lake. For a while they had the raft to themselves. They lay lazily in the sun. They were both on their stomachs, and Danny was looking a James' back and ass. He felt a stirring between his legs. They had teased each other about getting speedos or French bikinis for their vacation, but they had settled on something more modest. Nevertheless, Danny thought, the tight light blue material across James' butt sure looked inviting. They were interrupted then as bunch of kids arrived at the raft, including a couple, apparently brother and sister, who were arguing loudly with each other. The boys looked at each other and slipped into the water to swim around a little more. They went back to the cabin to shower together and get ready for dinner. James was cooking that evening, and Danny went to their moms' cabin to help. They had had much fun exploring the woods around the lake as they did at the lake itself. It rememinded them of the woods at home where they'd had so much fun when they were younger. They were coming back to the edge of the lake some distance from the swimming beach when they saw a small figure at the edge of the water. It was a little boy about six years old, whom they'd seen before at the beach, standing with his back to them. It took them a moment to realize that his little bare ass meant that the kid was peeing in the water. He turned around when he finished, and they watched him stuff his little dick into his swimming trunks. When he looked up and saw them, they realized his eyes were red. He'd been crying. "Hey, what's the matter, little guy?" Danny asked. He knelt next to the boy. "I don't... know where to go..." the boy sniffed. "I got lost." "Well, you're not lost now," James smiled at him. "We'll help you get back. Where are you staying?" "I don't know," the boy said. He teared up again and rubbed his eyes with his fist. "My mommy and daddy... I don't know," he finished. "Okay, we'll find them. What's your name?" Danny stroked the little boys' back to calm him. "I'm... Tommy," he said. "Come on, Tommy. I'll bet your mommy and daddy are around the beach or at one of those cabins where we are." James offered the boy his hand, and they soon found the trail back. Tommy's mother spotted them coming around a stand of trees and ran to meet them. "Tommy! Where have you been?" She grabbed the boy in a hug. "Honey, I've been looking -- I was worried." "They found me," Tommy said, pointing to Danny and James. Tommy's mother thanked the boys profusely, and then she found their moms and thanked them. Tommy's parents invited all of them to a cookout that night at another cabin at the lake's edge, not far from their own cabins. Tommy's father prepared t-bone steaks for all of them. After the adults ate, they sat around the firepit, and the boys took Tommy to the little dock at the lake's edge. They threw pebbles into the water and told stories to entertain Tommy until it was time for the boy to go to bed. He hugged them both and ran back to his cabin. "Sweet kid," James said later as they cuddled in bed. "Seems kind of lonely up here." "Most of those other kids down at the lake were older than him," Danny said. So for the remaining four days of their week at the lake, the boys had a little shadow almost all day long. Tommy's mother told the boy not to pester them all the time, but the boys found they didn't mind. Tommy went swimming with them, and, when it appeared he wasn't very good at it, Danny and James helped him. He was ready to hike with them and go boating, and the boys genuinely liked having the child around. Late in the next-to-last night of their stay at the lake, Danny and James finally went to bed. They'd been very careful around the adults, as always, but they had also been careful what they said and did when little Tommy was around. When they were out in the woods together a couple of times they had all peed together. Tommy had watched their dicks, but any little boy would have done the same, and Danny and James thought nothing of it. They were so exhausted from all the exercise outdoors Danny began yawning the minute he got into bed. He may have dozed off for a moment. "Oh, loverboy," James crooned into his ear. "I know you're tired. But how about a nice slow fuck to send you off into lullaby land?" Danny grinned. "I'm all yours." "You sure a hell are," James smiled. Danny got on all fours on the bed, and James was at his ass licking and sucking him. He slicked his cock with lube and began a slow entrance, and Danny groaned quietly. They had learned that sound carried easily at the lake. James fucked slowly, his groin making soft little slaps against Danny's ass. He was building the tension inside himself as he caressed Danny's back and shoulders. He moved slowly for a while, not so much fucking him as caressing his lovetunnel with his dick. "Ohh Danny... ooooo sweekcakes... ooooo..." And James got to the point that he urgently needed to move fast, to get deep inside with each stroke, to fuck fiercely into his lover. He clenched his lips to keep from crying out as he came, filling Danny's tunnel with his love cream. The boys collapsed on the bed, their fingers tracing tiny patterns on their moist skin. After a while, Danny began to stroke his dick slowly, and James removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. He licked Danny's dickhead, lapping at the "Y" underneath it, as Danny moaned. "Oh, shit!" Danny pulled away from James and sat up. Tommy was watching them from the doorway. "What... Tommy..." James was stunned to see the little boy standing there. "You play like my friend does with his brother," Tommy giggled. "I know how, too." He stood there in his white briefs, a small tent in the little pouch. Danny and James sat as if frozen, not certain just what to do. Tommy ran over to the bed and climbed onto it. "Danny?" he asked. "James? Can I play, too?" Danny felt his stomach turn over inside. "Uh, Tommy, I don't think... You should be in your own cabin... Your mommy and daddy..." "They went to sleep after they played," Tommy stated matter-of-factly. "So I got up and came over here to see if you were still awake." James was scooting away from the little boy, but Tommy reached out and grabbed his dick, still wet from Danny's ass. "You did the cum already," Tommy said, sounding disappointed. "Ah, look, Tommy, you really shouldn't..." Danny started. But Tommy had reached over for his dick, too. Danny had been close to his cum when James had been sucking him, and the little fingers around his shaft made his dick throb urgently again. "Can I play, too? Please?" But Tommy wasn't waiting for an answer. He pulled his little briefs off and was as naked as the boys. And his tiny dicklet was as hard as their big cocks. He sat crosslegged, and his little one inch dick stood straight out. He giggled as he tapped it to make it bounce. "But you won't tell mommy and daddy, okay?" Tommy asked, a more serious look on his little face now. "They don't know that Jeff and Rickie and me play up in their treehouse. It's got to be a secret." Danny still found it a little difficult to breath. "A secret," he echoed. He looked at James. Could they do this? Tommy took Danny's echo to be an agreement, and he reached for Danny's hard dick again. "Do you like my weinie?" He giggled. James slowly moved his hand to the little boy and stroked his soft shoulders. "Tommy, Tommy, are you sure you want to do this?" "I like you. You're my friends," Tommy stated. "You like me, don't you?" James answered by enclosing the boy's warm tiny weinie in his hand, and Tommy responded with a long sigh. He lay down beside James so he could still reach Danny's dick, and all three boys began to gently fondle each other's dicks. Tommy's little dick was thin, smooth, and so warm. Danny and James moved their fingers over and around it. The little head was a miniature of their own cockheads, and the tiny lips formed a little hole no larger than the end of a pin. Danny moved to lean in to suck it, but then he hesitated. Tommy saw the movement and grinned, nodding his anticipation. "Jeff likes to lick it. He calls it my lollipop," he giggled. Danny took the hard dicklet into his mouth. His tongue could circle it with room to spare, nevetheless it seemed to swell at the touch. One inch, he thought. And as hard as James or I ever get. Tommy moaned as the teen licked and sucked his little lollipop. But he pulled away. "Now your turn," Tommy said to James. James smiled uncertainly, but he leaned over the smaller boy and sucked on his little sextool. It tasted hot and slick against his tongue. But so tiny! Tommy lay back and directed them, Danny and James taking turns sucking on the little stem rising stiffly from Tommy. They moved in and out as they shared the little feast their new friend had brought them. Tommy cood like a little pigeon as his dicklet was sucked. As they sucked, the boys' own cocks began to stiffen again; then they began to leak. Tommy noticed, of course. He sat up. "I know what that is," he said expertly. He wiped his finger across James' cock and brought the precum into his mouth. Then he helped himself to Danny's. "And that means I can make you cum now." He stroked Danny's dick first, moving his little hand up and down from the cockhead until his fingers landed in Danny's bush. Danny stared at the little fingers and shivered as their effect on him grew. He moaned, and the sound made Tommy smile broadly. The sight of the little boy caressing his cock with those little fingers brought Danny quickly to the point of no return, and he shot hard into the air, grunting loudly. Tommy continued to stroke him until his orgasm passed. Danny's leg and Tommy's hand were covered with cum. "Now you, James," Tommy said. But Tommy licked James' dick head once to taste his precum, and that alone almost made him cum. Tommy grasped his new friend's cock and pumped him. "Bigger than Jeff," he muttered to himself. James shot almost immediately. With a long groan his cream shot onto the boy's cheek, then onto his own thigh. He shot several more times, even though he had just cum when he fucked Danny, and each convulsion came from so deep inside he groaned. Tommy was delighted with the cum on his cheek. He wiped it into his mouth and grinned, his little teeth covered with it. He swiped up all he could get from both the boys and licked it from his fingers. Then he hopped down from the bed and pulled his shorts back on. "Remember," he said to them. "You promised. You can't tell my mommy or daddy." And he ran out of the room and back to his own cabin. Danny and James lay side by side in silence. The little boy was in and out of their bedroom in only a matter of minutes. They were still dumbfounded by their little sex partner. Finally, James whispered, "I think I was just taken advantage of by a little six-year-old kid." "Mmmmm." That was all Danny could say. They rolled into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. "Danny! James!" They were awakened early the next morning as Tommy called for them loudly, running up to their cabin. "I got to say good-bye!" The boys, hastily pulling on their shorts, met the little boy outside. His parents waved in the distance; they were loading things into their car. "We're going home today," Tommy announced, "and I have to say good-bye." "Uh, good-bye, Tommy. We didn't know you were leaving today," Danny said. "Yeah," the boy said, "we got to go." "Come on, Tommy," his mother called from the car. "Well, bye," Tommy said. He grabbed James around the neck and gave him a wet kiss on his cheek; then he did the same for Danny. He turned around and ran to the car and hopped in with a wave. And the car pulled out. Danny and James stood staring at each other in the cold morning air. "It's damn cold out here," James said. "And the sun's hardly up. Let's get back inside." Danny stood for a moment watching the car drive away. He turned to the cabin and called, "Hey, James. I had this really strange dream last night..." He paused. "...I think..." And he ran up the steps to get back to the warmth of their bed.