Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2008 12:26:18 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 12 This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young boys, including their sexual experiences. 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 12 There were only a few days left before spring break was over, and they were sitting with baseball cards spread all across the floor. They'd been talking about the summer. "This will be our last year," James said. The Springfield Summer League program stopped at age thirteen, so it was the last summer they would qualify. "Can't believe eighth grade is almost over," Danny murmured. It was a long warm spring Saturday, only it was raining outside. They were at Danny's, and they'd decided to put some of his baseball card collection in better order. That had gotten them talking about spring training, and that had gotten them onto Summer League. "Talked to Steve at school," James said. "He's going to play this summer; most of the guys who've been there before are. We'll have some new ones, I guess. Could have a great team." "I hate the rain!" Danny said suddenly. "Hey, you're a grouch today, Danny." James stood up. "Let's put this stuff away and go get some lunch, huh?" The baseball cards were soon back in the closet, and the boys went down to see what they could find for lunch. Danny was for soup -- not much to fixing soup. "Soup's okay, but how about something... How about omelets?" James fished around in the refrigerator and found the eggs. "I don't know how to do that," Danny said. "I do. No problem." James looked around the kitchen for what he needed, got things organized on the counter, and got Danny to help him. James was whipping the eggs as Danny watched. "You're going to make some guy a good wife someday," Danny grinned. "Hey!" James set the bowl down and gave Danny a punch to the shoulder. As James opened his mouth, Danny said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. A love tap." He grinned. "And if I make some guy a good wife," James grinned, "you'll be the guy who's the husband." It was just a fraction of a second. But for just that time they froze, looking into each other's eyes. "Cooking's fun." James broke the eye contact and issued some instructions, kept an eye on Danny, and in no time they were eating cheese omelets and toast. "Damn. This is good," Danny said. "You're surprised?" James pretended shock. "I'll probably be a world class chef someday, and you'll be able to say, 'I knew him when all he could do was hamburgers and omelets.'" "Well, he used to give a pretty good blowjob, too," Danny said with a straight face. James' mouthful of egg shot out all over the table as he laughed. As they cleaned up after lunch and were washing the dishes, Danny asked, "Do you think we'll ever do it?" James knew what Danny was talking about. They'd discussed it before. They both wanted to do it. But both were just a little afraid of it. Hesitant, at least. They were just ordinary guys. But they were in love, and each knew that lovemaking could go further than they had gone yet. "We've talked about it," James said. "I told you what I read about it. It just depends... you know, if we think we're ready... or want to try it." "I've been doing it," Danny said, when they got back upstairs. "My finger, I mean." "Yeah, me, too." James said. And they were both thinking about some of what James had read, about hurting. They'd said that they wanted to try fucking sometime. But they both had to agree to it. They stood in the middle of Danny's bedroom looking at each other. They slowly nodded at each other. This was the time, then. They'd try. They'd already jacked each other off when James had first come over. This time, as they dropped their boxers to the floor, they would try something so very different neither was really sure about it. Except, maybe, it could be... good. And maybe they wanted it very much. The boys hugged each other and climbed onto the bed. Their arms circled each other as they began a long, deep kiss, and their hands moved lower. Four hands gently grasped four soft, smooth, round asscheeks. Their legs moved to give each better access. Slowly, their fingers found the holes, the dark, tight entrances. They moved again, breaking the kiss, to wet their fingers and begin massaging those very private places. They looked into each others eyes as their fingers moved. James was the first to let out a long breath at the pleasure he felt from Danny's finger circling his hole, smoothing those tight, dark wrinkles. James nodded to Danny, and Danny began to press his finger in slightly. It was wet enough, and James had played with himself enough, that Danny's finger moved in just a bit. Danny recognized the grasp of James' sphincter, the tight ring of muscle he had found at his own hole. He pressed in slightly and felt that ring open just enough that his finger was inside up to the first knuckle. Then Danny felt the pressure at his own ass. James' finger was in him. He felt butterflies inside. For a few minutes they just lay there fingering each other's warmth, tightness, wetness. "You want to do me?" James asked. When Danny nodded, James got some hand lotion he'd been keeping in his bedside table and handed it to Danny, then he lay on his belly on the bed. Danny squeezed a little of the lotion onto his finger, opened James' crack and squeezed some there, too. Just as he had done on himself at home. They had talked about how to do it. What to expect. How to be careful. When to stop. Now they would really try it. Danny was nervous. James tried to relax. He'd used his finger on himself a lot of times now. They both had. This was what he wanted. He wanted to give himself completely to the boy he loved. He felt Danny's finger open him more, sliding inside him. He resisted the urge to clamp down, tighten up. He consciously relaxed, remember how good it felt when his own finger was there. Soon Danny was moving his finger in and out, turning it around. He loved the feeling when he did it to himself, and he hoped he was making James feel the same way. He was deeper in James that he'd ever gotten into himself. James was smooth, slippery smooth inside. And so very warm. Danny was amazed at how wonderful it felt to be inside him. James couldn't help but tighten a bit when he felt Danny's second finger. He expected it, but it still surprised him a little. They'd gone through this, step by step. He knew he was wider open; he could feel it. He could feel Danny's movements... "Is... is this okay, James?" Danny's voice was tentative. "It's nice, Danny, so nice." And Danny knew that he meant it; he wasn't just saying that. Danny looked at his dick. It was hard, so hard. It was as though his dick knew what would happen next, couldn't wait any longer. Danny squeezed some of the lotion on his hand and smoothed it over his dick. "I'm going to try now, James. Okay?" "Do it, Danny. It's okay. I want you to." James' voice was low and husky. Yes, this was very different than... anything they'd done before. He wanted it very much. Danny held his dickhead to James' hole and gently pressed. There was little resistance at first, and Danny's dick began to slide through the muscle ring. But then it became tighter. Danny hesitated. Was it too tight? James hadn't said anything. He pressed in a little more. "Uh..." James grunted. "Keep on, keep on," he whispered. Danny watched as something truly awsome happened. His dickhead began to disappear. It was as though it were being swallowed. His pee lips, the tip, the round midsection... it was sliding into James as smoothly... As the crown of his dickhead moved closer to the round entrance, Danny could feel it was becoming tighter. But it was just so so... awsome. His dickhead sliding past that hot, slick ring into the darkness... "Eeehhhhh!" James sudden yelp startled Danny. He stopped. "Tight," James said through clenched teeth. "Hurt a bit, doesn't now. Don't stop, Danny." Danny's dickhead was now completely inside James. The muscle ring had snapped around the crown of Danny's dick; he could feel it. He was being held there... held there... so so tight hot... He began to press slowly again. He shivered inside at the sight. His dick was disappearing, moving from the light of the room into the deep darkness of James' body. His cock was sinking into the soft, tight flesh of James' entrance, sliding slowly into the dark place where no one had ever been before, entering his lover all the way in in in... James was moaning, but Danny didn't hear any pain in it. James would have told him if he had wanted him to stop. He kept moving slowly in... the heat... so tight... cock surrounded by his James... James felt Danny's entire weight slowly pressed onto his back. His insides felt huge, felt stuffed, felt so enormous... And he realized that Danny was completely inside him. Buried. "Yessss, James," Danny practically hissed in his ear. "I'm here, inside, oh, James..." Danny shivered in pleasure, and his cock transfered that pleasure to James' tunnel. "Yesss, oh James...I love you..." "Oh my god Danny you'reinsidemeinside..." James felt the fullness he'd been aching for without knowing it ever since his boy's body began awakening to new pleasures. "Fuck me, Danny..." James voice started so quietly Danny could hardly hear it. "Oh yeaaa I love you fuck meee..." Danny began to pull up, then move inward again. His slow, gently fucking motions grew until he was pulling all but his cockhead out of James. He lowered and raised himself. But he felt apart from the muscles of his body that allowed it; he could focus only on the one muscle of a boy that counted at such a moment. Watching it. Awesome... His cock was grasped so tightly he though he would never be able to move it, then he felt the slick smoothness of James' tunnel as he pulled up, the opening of it again as he slid inward... Oh, it was so so so good... to fuck... his James. "Yes!" James voice was a little louder now, and a little more insistent. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Danny, oh god I love you Danny do it fuck your boyfriend fuck me yesssssss..." And Danny did. He fucked with so much love in his heart, he couldn't notice the tears of joy on his face. He felt only the passage of love between himself and his James as his cock throbbed with his quickening heartbeak as his insides heated as never before as the explosion almost pained his middle as his hot cum expanded his cockshaft as his little lips opened to pour.... out... his... aaaaa... heart! "AAAAAAaaaaaa... Jaaaamesss oooooooooooo..." James felt the impossible thrashing of the hardness deep inside him and knew he was being fed everything his lover could give him. He was being filled, filled with hot boycum, filled with Danny, filled with love... "OOooooo yesssssssssss..." Danny's voice was high, distant, deep, intimate. "Aaaaaaaaa..." Danny's dick was still quivering inside James as Danny finally collapsed on top of him, his muscles unable to hold him up any longer. Danny moaned as the last of his cream oozed from his cocklips deep inside James. James wanted to speak, to say something. He couldn't. He just could not. His breath was ragged as his body still adjusted to the hot wetness deep inside. They lay still. Danny's cock -- impossibly -- remained fully hard inside James, fully sensitive. The slightest movement against James' tissues inside caused waves of pleasure to wash over Danny. It was minutes or hours later when Danny could finally slide off James, his cock, still hard, sliding out of James' hole with a wet sound. Danny lay to the side of James on his belly. James moved over Danny and lay fully on top of him. They breathed together. They were both aware of the heat of James' body pressing into Danny, the throbbing of the cock now nestled along Danny's crack. "It was beautiful wonderful so sweet the best..." James hardly sounded like himself as he whispered into Danny's ear. "Oh, Danny, Oh, Danny..." He sighed. "It's like you're inside me still; I can feel you..." They lay there, James gently rocking on top of lover. Wanting, but waiting. Needing, but not insisting... "Fuck me, now," Danny finally whispered. "I can later, if you want... I can wait..." James whispered back. "No. I can't," Danny said. "Can't wait. Please, James. I need you now." James gently slid downward; he kissed the cheeks of Danny's ass. Oh god he loved Danny so much! He searched around the bed and finally found the bottle of lotion. He was very gentle and slow as he rubbed the lotion around and around Danny's hole. Such a tiny, tight hole where boy lovers could discover such wonders... Danny was moaning, and James smoothed the lotion over his cock. He looked at it for a moment. Had there really been a time when he had been too shy, embarrassed to show this dick to Danny? He placed his dickhead at Danny's hole, reached down to kiss his back, and whispered, "I love you with all my heart, Danny." James moved in slowly. He knew his own dickhead well enough to know that he would have to control himself as that wondrous ring spread itself down and around to the crown. He quietly hissed his breath in through his teeth, so afraid just that touch would make him cum. Danny, more relaxed that he had ever felt in his life, opened his ring. At the moment he felt the beginning of a slight resistence, he focused his mind: open for James open for James... It was a revelation and nothing less. Danny's tight young body gradually opened to welcome his lover. His ring allowed James' hard cockhead to slip through, and then it grasped James' crown as though it would never release it. You belong here, that entrance seemed to say to the invading flesh. You belong here, take your place here, open the way, enter as you will... Danny grit his teeth as a line of pain began, as it began to widen... Should he tell James to stop for a minute? But then it faded away. It disappeared. And to replace it, there was an inexpressible pleasure filling him, a heat that radiated through his whole body. He could feel himself opening, welcoming, as James' cock slid deeper into his tunnel. And stopped. And James lay fully on him, fully inside him. Neither spoke a word. Neither could, or wanted to. It was enough for the moment to fill and be filled. To feel, to sense, to give, to receive. There are moments when even eloquent adults are unable to express their feelings. It's not surprising that two young boys should be silent in their pleasure. At least for several moments. Then the movements began, and with them the small breaths. And with them the small sounds of love. Moans. "Uhhhh... yessss like that James fuck me..." Danny gave it all to James, opened everything. He exhilarated in the sensations of giving himself to James. The hard heat drilling into him repeatedly, not hurriedly but repeatedly. The thrust of muscle almost bone-hard opening him again and again. Is this what love is? Giving and giving and giving yourself? Yes! Danny thought, yes! James had almost been ready to explode when his cockhead opened Danny's sphnicter. He had groaned to contain himself when he first entered Danny fully and felt his groin pressed tightly against Danny's ass. He had strained to resist his need when he first began to pump his lover. But Danny's gift overwhelmed him, and too soon he poured out his love into his lover. "AAAwwwwwww... AAhhhhh...uhhhhhhhhh..." James felt the fire from his groin flash through his cock, and he shot long, hard blasts into Danny. Over and over again. His strangled voice could finally make no sounds at all as the last of his cum oozed slowly, almost painfully, from his little lips inside Danny. He fell on top of Danny. They lay still. They were unable to move. They didn't want to move. They had given love to each other in the most intimate way two boys could, and neither of them wanted the moment to end. They were just two schoolboys. Just two ordinary boys. Just ordinary guys who liked sports and TV and bikes and video games and, sometimes, even school. Just two boys. But they were in love. They were just boys in love. And it was all right. Could things ever get better than that for two -- two -- thirteen-year-old boys?