Date: Wed, 02 May 2007 12:12:33 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 1 (b/b masturbation) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of several young boys, their friendships, and their sexual adventures together. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I will try to respond to all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Thanks to a reader/friend who let me borrow his name and youthful sexual talents -- although what happens in this story is completely fiction. And this story is dedicated to two friends who just exchanged rings and whose names appear in the story. Their love is an inspiration. The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 1 (b/b masturbation) Phil moaned quietly as his hand slid over the stiff dick. He began to hump into his fist as the urge became more demanding. Three-and-a-half inches of boydick became the focal point of his entire universe, then suddenly his body stiffened as much as the dick in his hand. Something like an electric shock started inside him, and that center-of-the-universe quivered in his hand. One, two spurts, then a smaller one. Trying to keep quiet, Phil almost whimpered in pleasure. He felt the wetness in his hand and carefully raised it to his face. It was really too dark to see it well, but he had seen his cum before, many times. Just a few months into his twelfth year, Phil was already able to produce cum. It was very watery, almost clear, but it was cum. He had been assured that it was. He licked at his palm. The first time he'd tasted himself he was a little surprised to discover there just wasn't much taste to it. Mostly, it was a kind of a tang. One swipe of his tongue, and his few drops were inside his mouth. He moved his tongue around. Why couldn't more guys enjoy this kind of thing, he wondered. As he reached down under the sheets to pull his briefs back up, he heard some rustling in the bed across the room. Kent was waking up to go to the bathroom. Thank god. Kent had developed a problem with bedwetting. Phil hated sharing a room with his nine-year-old brother, and never more than when he woke in the middle of the night to the stench of a piss-soaked bed over there. Kent was always embarrassed, and no one knew why this problem had begun. He was seven-and-a-half when it started. He would go get their mother, and she would come in to change the bed. Phil would waken to the light and noise and smell, and sometimes he would have trouble getting back to sleep. Not Kent. Kent would crawl onto the clean sheet and pass out immediately, as though nothing had happened. Then, a couple of months ago, just weeks before Kent's ninth birthday, it stopped. Kent would wake up if he needed to piss and make it to the bathroom in time. It stopped altogether, and no one had better ideas about why it stopped than about why it had started. All Phil cared about was that it had stopped. Kent muttered something to himself as he slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. Phil pulled his briefs up against his still-damp cock and rolled over. Kent stayed in there a while. Maybe he needed to shit. Phil grinned. No, he was probably jerking off. God. A nine-year-old kid jerking off! All he could do was have dry cums, but he sure liked it. Phil had caught him at it one night when he had gotten back from a late baseball game. Kent was supposed to go to bed earlier, since he was younger, so Phil moved into the darkened room quietly. At he stopped just inside the door he heard an unfamiliar sound. No, it was a familiar sound. The kind of rustling sound he made himself sometimes when he jerked off in bed. He flicked on the light, and staring wide-eyed at him was his little brother, naked, with his hand around his little pecker. "What...oh...wha...wha..." Kent stammered. "Well, look what we have here!" Phil grinned broadly. "What are you doing with that little thing in your hand, huh?" "Up yours!" Kent answered, quickly pulling the sheet up. He had no idea what "up yours" meant, but that was what Phil sometimes said to him when he was mad. "Hey, don't get your panties in a twist." Phi almost giggled at the double meaning of another of his favorite now-I'm-a-big-guy-in-middle-school sayings. "Hey, come on, Kent," he said, moving over to his brother's bed. "So you're jerking off. Everybody jerks off. Except you're starting kind of early. Don't think I even knew there was such a thing as jerking off until I was 10." "Hey, come on," he said as he shook Kent's bare shoulder a little. The kid could be a pain sometimes, but he was okay as a brother. Slowly realizing he had just heard a kind of confession from his big brother, Kent turned over. "You mean...you do it, too?" he asked. "Sure." Phil was now the big brother again, imparting knowledge to the younger generation. "Course I do. Like I said, all guys jerk off." Phil was pulling his dusty clothes off as he talked. The socks came off first, then the filthy pants. Phil had never been very good at sliding into base. The crotch of his white briefs -- their mother insisted that they put on a clean pair every morning -- barely showed beneath his long t-shirt. "Happens when you get older," Phil continued. He pulled his t-shirt off to reveal a very respectable chest for his age. The appearance of what would become defined pecs someday (he hoped) was something that, for a reason he didn't understand, Kent liked to see when his older brother undressed. Phil's shoulders were broad for a twelve-year-old, and his shoulders and arms showed the benefit of both swimming and baseball. It was early summer, but Phil already had a good tan. It contrasted well with his tow-head and deep blue eyes. "But I can cum. Cause I'm older." Phil said that with some pride, because he had a feeling that some of his friends couldn't cum yet. "I know about cum," Kent nodded. Phil glanced at the door to make sure it was closed. He wasn't so sure his mother or father would approve of this little sex-education talk in the boys' bedroom. "Will you show me?" Kent asked. "Huh?" Phil turned around and strode over to his brothers bed. "Did you say, 'show me'?" Kent sat up and nodded. The sheet fell to his waist. Kent would eventually look a little more like his brother -- except Kent had their father's thick dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nine-year-old chest was not exactly flat, since he still carried a little baby fat. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked up at Phil. "Yeah. If you can do it, show me. I want to see some." "Shit no!" Phil glanced at the door and lowered his voice. "Shit no! That's...that's private stuff." "Then I don't believe you. You can't make cum." Kent nodded. It was settled. "The hell I can't. It's just none of your business," Phil said as he stalked back to his side of the room. He pulled his briefs off, and Kent was treated to a view of Phil's nice round butt. Phil grabbed a towel off the floor and fastened it around him. "Have you ever been sucked?" Kent asked. "None of your business." "I have," Kent said. "Fuck!" Phil whirled around. He remembered to keep his voice down. He would lose TV and his Playstation for a week if his mother heard the "F word." But Phil was used to saying it around his buddies. So he dared to say it again as he went over to Kent's bedside. "Fuck! What did you say?" he asked. "I been sucked. My dick," Kent clarified. "The hell you have!" Phil would not allow the possibility. He and his buddies joked about getting their dicks sucked and were much more serious when they speculated about which of the girls at school might do the sucking for them. But no one had yet been sucked. At least, Phil sure hadn't. His nine-year-old brother getting a blow job when he hadn't yet? Not allowed! "Yes, I have," Kent nodded. "Then tell me who did it! Who'd suck a snot-nose kid like you?" Phil was getting a little angry. "I'm not a snot-nose kid, and I'm not telling. But I got my dick sucked." Kent folded his arms across his little chest. "But if I did tell, you might be able to get one, too." "Huh?" Phil felt a little stir down between his legs. "Who sucked you off, Kent? Come on, tell me. What do you mean, I might get a blow job, too?" "What's a blow job?" Kent asked. "It's getting your dick sucked, you little..." Phil drew in a breath. Would it be possible to find somebody... Shit! Had his little brother been messed around with by some old pervert? "Hey, who did it? I'm serious, Kent." "Okay. I'll tell. But you gotta show me your cum first." Kent nodded. It was settled. Oh, fuck, Phil thought. But I should really find out. And maybe... But I really should find out... "Oh, fuck, all right! But you swear you'll tell me if I jerk off for you?" Phil sat on the edge of Kent's bed. "What's jerk off?" "It's...it's...it's how you make cum!" Phil wanted to shake his little brother until he teeth rattled! "You make cum, I'll tell," Kent said. Phil took another deep breath. I can get in deep shit, he thought, if mom and dad ever find out about this. But at the moment, they were safely in the other part of the house. They were going to their bedroom as Phil was coming upstairs, and their bedroom was on the opposite side of the house. It was a new add-on, and Phil and Kent got their parent's old bedroom, complete with their own bathroom. All this talk about sucking and cumming, and Phil's dick was already kind of hard. He would have jerked off in the shower, anyway. He sighed, as though he were making some huge sacrifice for his little brother, and reached into his towel for his dick. As soon as he had his hand around it, Kent grabbed the edge of the towel and opened it completely. The knot loosened, and the towel fell to the bed. Phil and Kent had never exactly hidden their body parts from each other, but they hadn't made a big show of them, either. When they had moved into their new bedroom right after school was out, it just seemed natural to go into the bathroom for a shower with very little on. Sometimes a towel wrapped around the middle. Just as often, nothing at all. Phil had seen Kent's little stub of a wiener, and Kent had seen Phil's dick. Kent had been a little more interested in looking than Phil was, because Kent was curious about the hairs beginning to appear on Phil, not to mention the dick itself. But this was different. Kent had never seen Phil fully hard. And he was. His three-and-one-half inches were pointing up and out into the room. Phil's cockhead fascinated him most. It was larger than Kent had ever seen, and at the moment it was a deep red. Kent raised the sheet around him and looked down. His own cocklet was only slightly darker than his skin. So why the deep red? When he looked back at Phil, the older boy was lost in sex. He was using his thumb and two fingers to stroke, and his eyes were glazed and staring out at nothing. Kent moved in for a closer look. He could see little veins on the sides of Phil's dick. And it was so thick! He was sure it wasn't that thick when Phil went in for his showers. And what's the red about? Phil glanced down at his little brother. All he could see was the back of his dark head. His face must have been only inches from the point of interest. He grinned. Nice sometimes to be the big brother and show off a little. He let out an involuntary groan. He was getting closer. Kent looked up to see what the sound was for, but looked back down again as Phil continued stroking. His moaning was louder than usual, except when he could moan under the sound of the shower, but letting his little bro watch him was getting him pretty hot. "In a minute...gettin ready..." Phil pulled back just a bit; he didn't want to squirt the kid in his face. "Mmmmmmmmm...," Phil groaned as his cock shot. Kent's eyes widened as he saw the spurts of cum shoot from his brother's dick. It happened so fast, it was almost over before he realized what he'd seen. But there, on Phil's thigh, were drops of cum. And a drop in his sparse blond pubic hair. And on his finger, still slowly stroking. Kent reached out and touched a drop on Phil's thigh. When he looked up, Phil was smiling at him with this dopy smile he'd never seen before. Kent touched his fingers together, then rubbed them together. Suddenly, Phil reached out for Kent's fingers, pulled them to his mouth, put them in, and sucked the cum off them as he pulled them out. "You ate it!" Kent said. Phil reached for another drop and held his wet finger up in front of his brother. Kent took this as a dare, and he hesitantly touched his tongue to the finger, tasted it, then quickly put his mouth around it and sucked it. Phil sucked in his breath. Whoa. His little bro eating his cum. Somehow, that's kind of...hot. "Phil," Kent said, with some awe in his voice. "That was so...so cool. You shot it out. Wow." Phil lay back on his brother's bed. He continued to fondle his cock. Somehow, having jerked off in front of his brother, it just seemed kind of natural to be naked and playing with his dick. "Phil," Kent repeated. "That was just so...cool. You...cummed." Phil smiled. "I came," he corrected. Sometimes, it was kind of cool to have a little bro. They were quiet for a minute, Kent sitting on the bed, his eyes tracing over every part of Phil's twelve-year-old body, coming back to focus on his cock. The hairs beginning to grow around the base of his dick were so pale they almost weren't there, Kent thought. "Now you tell," Phil reminded. "Tell me who gave you a blow job." "Well, it was this guy at the store," Kent began. Oh, shit, Phil thought. Some dirty old fart started messing around with my brother! "I think maybe he was in high school. I don't know. Anyway, Mom took me out there to get some new pants, and he took me into one of those rooms where you try on clothes. His name is Mike." Kent screwed up his face a little to remember it all. "I took my old pants off, and then he started playing with my dick. I mean, I had my underpants on. But he was rubbing it, my dick. And it started to get stiff. That happens sometimes. It gets stiff sometimes. I don't know why. But anyway, it felt real good. He was nice." Kent paused a moment, remembering Mike's nice face looking up at him as he rubbed the boy's dick. "Then he pulled my underpants down and started rubbing it for real." He paused again, remembering the thrill of being touched down their for the very first time by someone else. Well, other than his mom when he was a baby. Or the doctor. But this was different. "It was so awesome, Phil," Kent said, more quietly. "My dick was pointing right out, like yours was a minute ago. Course, yours is a lot bigger. But he rubbed it, and it felt so good. Then you know what he did?" The boy couldn't wait for an answer. "He put it in his mouth! He put it in his mouth, Phil! And he sucked on it. Oh, wow." For just a moment Kent thought maybe his dick was moving between his legs. But maybe not. Yes, it was. Definitely. "He sucked it, Phil. It was so good. But I made some noise, I guess, and he said to be quiet so nobody would hear, and then he sucked some more, and it felt like my dick was so big, and then all of a sudden..." Kent stopped. He wasn't sure how to describe what happened next. And it was the very best part. "And then...I felt like...it was...oh, Phil, it was the greatest feeling I ever felt. I mean, I shook all over, Phil! The very greatest...and then he helped me pull my pants up. Oh, and he said I can make it do that at home in bed -- I can rub it and make it happen. And I do, Phil! It's so great!" Phil, deep down inside, actually liked his brother. And at that moment, watching his eyes and listening to the thrill in his voice as he talked about his first blow job, his first dry cum... Well, he really liked him a lot. Then Phil noticed his cock was hard again. He jerked until he had another cum. Not real hard this time, and not a lot of cum to it. But he liked doing it in front of his little bro. He looked up, and Kent was grinning at him. "Phil..." Kent started. "Uh...you know, maybe you can, too." "Can what?" "Get him to do it to you. Get him to give you one of those blow things...to suck your dick. Hey, you could even cum for him!" Kent was almost getting excited at the prospect of arranging a blow job for his brother. "You think?" Phil was excited about the possibility, that was for sure. "Maybe if you ask him...or maybe if you go in and ask to try on pants or something..." Kent was thinking of the possibilities, too. "I don't know...I mean, some strange guy..." Phil was a little uncertain. "Mike's nice, Phil. He really is. And I bet he would. I just bet he would! You gotta try, Phil. You just gotta try." During his shower, Phil thought about trying. A blow job. Getting sucked. His cock sucked. By somebody who apparently knew how to do it. Could any twelve-year-old boy pass up such an opportunity? By the time he dried off, he'd decided. He'd get more information about this guy from Kent, and he'd go for it. He crawled into bed. Kent was fast asleep. Imagine that, Phil thought. My little bro gets a blow job, and he's only nine. I gotta get out to that store! -------------- The character of Mike (and the brothers Phil and Kent) first appeared in the series "Mike Gets a Job" (Young Friends May 1 2007). I've also written another series, "Tyler Becomes a Man" (Adult/Youth Mar 23 2007), and the story "Dear Danny and James" (Apr 10 2007).