Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 05:40:38 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 11 (b/b/b/b oral) 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 11 (b/b/b/b oral) "I only fuck pussy." Steve had said that when he was getting ready to stick his cock between Nick's thighs and cum that way. So why did I think maybe he was going to fuck Nick, Phil wondered. Can a guy fuck another guy? He sighed. But that would be... It would really be...queer. Okay, he thought. I jerk off with guys. That's not queer. So, I got sucked. And I sucked some cocks. That's just... messing around. Fuck, he thought. I kissed guys, too, didn't I? Steve started it! He said it was for practice, for kissing girls. But I kissed Neal. Or did he kiss me? Fuck. Phil rolled over in bed and punched his pillow again. Would Steve have fucked Nick if somebody hadn't said something? Why did I even think of such a thing...? Phil was still turning all the confusing thoughts over in his mind when he finally fell asleep. But Phil went to the woods the next time following a practice. He forgot all his questions, as much as he could, as he stripped with the other guys. He and Steve got it on together this time. He sure loved the feel of that big cock in his mouth! Not as big as Neal's, of course. And, then, Neal was his best buddy... So when Neal invited him to a sleepover he was ready to go. And he got even more excited about it when he found out that Neal and invited Danny and James, too. "They're cool guys," Neal had said. This sleepover was in Neal's basement, not his room. He said there would be more room, as well as more privacy, down there. His folks were going to fix it up and had just barely gotten started. There was carpeting on the floor, a table, TV, an old couch, and a few chairs. A half-bath had been started in a corner; the toilet and sink were hooked up, but there weren't even any walls yet. Everything smelled of fresh wood and paint. The four spread their sleeping bags out on the floor and then tore into the pizza Neal had spread out on the table. Phil was wondering if Neal would act a little funny when it was time to strip down for bed, but Neal was the one who suggested stripping down before he put a movie in the DVD player. The movie was another old horror film, and the boys talked back to the actors and made cracks about the cheap effects. Half-way through the movie Danny said he needed to take a piss. When he walked into the open half-bath he said, "Slam!" real loud as he pretended to shut the door that wasn't there. They all laughed. Naturally, they all ignored the movie and turned to watch Danny through the open wall. Danny pulled his briefs off and wiggled his ass at them before he held his dick out and pissed. "You notice, guys," James said, "that he can go all by himself now. It took me months to train him." They giggled and all pulled their own briefs off while Danny finished. "But, gosh, gee whiz," Danny called over in a little-boy voice. "Jeepers, I know there's something I'm supposed to do now," he said, still holding his dick, "but...well, golly, I think I forgot what it is. "You shake it, shit-for-brains!" Neal called back, getting into the game. "Oh, yeah -- that's right." Danny shook his bare ass at them while they all laughed. "Oh," he said, sounding disappointed. "You mean that's not right?" "I'm going to have to put him back into diapers, I guess," James sighed in mock disappointment. He got up and walked through the "wall" into the toilet and shook Danny's dick for him. "The dick, dickhead. You shake the dick." "And then it's got to be cleaned off," James said, as he perched on the side of the toilet and sucked Danny's dick into his mouth. The movie was completely ignored now as Phil and Neal watched the performance in the bathroom. James had both hands on Danny's smooth ass, caressing it at the same time he was holding it to him while sucking on the hard cock in his mouth. Neal got up and moved slowly toward them. He had to step sideways to get into the small space, but Phil could seen him move James' hands away and replace them with his own. Neal stroked Danny's ass lightly as he listened to the two boys in front of him. His own cock grew to it's full size, and he froze for a moment when his cockhead brushed against Danny's ass. So did Phil. He watched his friend become enthralled with the sexual involvement of the two older boys, and he saw him noticeably jerk and stop for a moment when his dick rested against the ass he was fondling. Phil was so turned on by what he saw. But he turned away. His friend was playing with an ass... But he remembered how smooth Neal's ass had felt when he himself had rubbed it... He suddenly realized he'd been stroking his hard dick. Neal leaned more fully into Danny's back and rested his hands on Danny's upper arms. He felt his body move with Danny's as the older boy's cock was sucked. He leaned in and kissed Danny lightly on his neck just at the moment Danny's cock exploded into James' mouth. Phil had turned back when he heard Danny moaning as he came, and he watched Neal back away and return to his place beside Phil on the sleeping bags. Neal was blushing again. In a moment Danny and James returned to the sleeping bags and the rest of the movie. But it was over in another minute. Neal went over to the little refridgerator in the corner and brought over more drinks. Phil watched him move. He really was a beautiful guy, he thought. Fuck it, if it's queer to think that. He is. And he's my friend. My very best friend. He drank slowly from the can as he listened to the other three talk about the movie. Yeah, he decided. Neal's... well, Neal's special. They opted for another movie, and no one was surprised when Neal put in the one they'd watched together before, at Phil's house -- the one about the four boys and their summertime adventure. And they weren't surprised when Neal stopped it at the same place, rewound it, and replayed it several times. There was no question about it. That blond kid had a stiffie in his briefs. Phil grinned. He wondered how many other boys had watched that same scene in that same movie watching for that same stiffie. Fuck, he thought. That sounds so... Neal forwarded the movie then to that other scene he liked, the one where the two boys were sitting together next to the fire; the blond boy had been crying a little, and the other had his arm around him. Neal froze the picture on the screen. It was as though they all agreed at once but without a word spoken. Danny and James put their arms around each other, kissed, and lay back onto the sleeping bags. Neal looked at Phil for a moment. Phil opened his arms as his friend lay into him, and they kissed. Neal broke the kiss to lick over Phil's chest, licking around his nipples. He moved straight down to Phil's hard cock and licked around the base of it. "Ohhhhhhh...." Phil sighed. It felt so very good. Neal felt his friend's cock throbbing against his cheek, demanding more, and he licked once at the head of it, then sucked it in, going all the way down on it at once. Phil moaned loudly. Danny and James were still in each other's arms, but they were watching the other two boys. Neal sucked slowly for a moment, but then, as though he had a deep need that would just not be denied, he sucked harder. He shoved his face into his friend, gripping his thighs in both hands. He felt Phil bucking up into his mouth and slid his hands under Phil's ass. His fingers tightened on the smooth asscheeks and pulled them to himself as he sucked. The sounds of his sucking filled the big room. Phil knew he would soon cum. He wanted to wait. He wanted to make it last a long time, forever. He told himself that there was all night, that there would be lots more sucking... But he couldn't control his body. His cock grew even harder in Neal's mouth; his hips bucked one last hard time. "Oh fuck yes! Yesssss...." Phil came hard into Neal's mouth, and he came harder the second time. Still Neal sucked. Phil's cock oozed the last of his boycream into his friend, and Neal licked his cock clean. Phil was still recovering when he looked up to see Neal's face rise from his cock. There were tears in Neal's eyes. What...? Neal stood up quickly and walked to the half-bath. He kept his back to them as he pissed, but they could tell he hadn't really needed to piss. He seemed to want to walk away from them. But there was no place to go. He stood with his back to them for a little longer, then he returned and scooted into his sleeping bag, pulling it up to his waist, hiding the rest of himself from view. Danny lay his arm around James' shoulder. They watched Phil scoot over to sit by Neal. "Hey, buddy," Phill started; "you okay?" "Fine." Neal's answer was sharp and final. "No," Phil said quietly. "You're not okay, are you? Neal, it's me... It's us," he said, motioning to include Danny and James. "We're your buddies. We're okay with this... playing around. You should be, too." "I just don't want you thinking..." Neal started quickly but stopped abruptly. "I just don't want to be... queer," he finished in a whisper. His voice broke on the final word. The other three were quiet, watching. "But I am." Neal's voice could barely be heard. "I'm... I can't help it. I'm queer." "No, you're not!" Phil's voice was loud enough it made them all jump. He sat up straighter, even pulling back from Neal a bit. "Look, Neal, we're just playing around here. I mean... so, we jerk off a lot. Guys do. Right?" Phil looked to Danny and James. Phil looked back at Neal. "So, you sucked a dick. Okay, you sucked all of us. So what? I sucked a dick! I did! I even sucked Kent. That doesn't make me a queer! It's just... messing around. Like we, you know, the other night at your place -- we jerked off. Like out in the woods... Everybody sucks..." Phil voice faded as he failed to find what he wanted to say. He looked over to Danny and James, but they didn't offer any help. They were both watching Neal carefully. Neal was clutching the edge of the sleeping bag around him as though he were afraid of falling off the face of the earth. "I can't help it," he repeated in a whisper. "I can't help it." Danny squeezed James' shoulder. He glanced at James as though he were asking a question, and James responded with a nod. "Neal," Danny said. "It's okay to think about guys like that. It's okay to want to do that. Neal, James and I are gay, too." There was a long moment of silence. "You and..." Neal began. "What are you talking about?" Phil interrupted. Danny smiled. "Look at us, Neal. Phil, you've seen us. We like it this way. We like guys instead of girls. That's just the way we are. And it's okay that way." Neal's face was frozen into a look of disbelief. He knew that Danny and James were two of the greatest guys in school, but... gay? Like... he was? His face wilted from the relief of having admitted his terrible secret, and a tear left his eye to slowly roll down his cheek. Danny moved closer and put his arm around Neal. "It's okay, Neal." Neal shuttered as a sob unexpectedly burst from him. He lay his head on Danny's shoulder and cried while the older boy hugged him. Phil was having a hard time getting his breath. Too much had happened too quickly. Yes, he and Neal had jerked off the other night... Yes, Neal had sucked his cock. Okay, sucked it more than once! Okay, so he'd sucked cock himself! That didn't mean... But, hell, his best friend...? And his own best friend is right there with somebody else's arms around him...! And Danny and James... queer? Gay? Well, they had jerked off with the other guys. Okay, they had kissed. But, I kissed, too, Phil thought. That doesn't make me... I. am. not. gay. His mind punctuated the words for him. Phil became aware that James was sitting next to him. He turned to face him and looked into those deep brown eyes. James was saying something with those eyes. What? What?? Phil turned away. He caught a glimpse of the frozen picture on the TV screen, the boy with his arm around the blond. "They should kiss now," Neal had said they other night. Then he'd kissed Neal himself... He rolled over into his sleeping bag and jerked it up over him. This was not the way tonight was supposed to go! This was just supposed to be... fun! This was just not the way he wanted things to go... He sensed Neal kneeling beside him. He loosened his hold on the edge of the sleeping bag, and Neal crawled in with him. Neal moved Phil's arm so he could lay against him, just as he had done several times before. They lay there silently, completely ignoring the other two in the room. But noe Phil felt frozen in place; he was afraid to move. Finally, Neal asked, "Do you remember the red engine?" Phil remembered the red engine. It had been a favorite toy for both of them when they were in kindergarten together. It was a wooden engine for a toy train they loved. Sometimes they shared it; sometimes they fought over it. On one afternoon, just before the bell rang, they were playing with it. Phil had pulled it from Neal's hand to move it, and Neal pulled it back. They were pulling back and forth on it for a bit when Neal yanked it hard and pulled it to himself. Then he hit Phil with it on the side of the head. Phil wailed with the pain. A red welt appeared almost immediately. Mrs. Hanson had come over, bringing a wet paper towel, and picked Phil up, holding the towel against his head. Before anything else could be said, both their mothers arrived to take them home. Phil was still crying as his mother carried him out. And all the way home Neal's mother scolded him. She couldn't make him feel any worse than he already did. When they got home, Neal sat on the front steps watching Phil's house across the street. But Phil didn't come out. Neal's mother called over there right after dinner and told him that Phil's mother said he was all right. But he stood at his window long after he was supposed to be in bed and asleep. He was afraid. He was afraid that Phil wouldn't like him anymore. He was afraid he wouldn't play with him, wouldn't be his best friend anymore. The next morning at school, Phil had walked in just before the bell rang. He had walked right up to Neal and said, "You're still my best friend." Neal had felt like crying. "I'm sorry, Phil. You're my best friend, too, the best ever." The bell had rung then, and they had to go to their seats. Yes, Phil remembered the red engine. They lay in the sleeping bag a few more moments. Phil felt the warmth of his friend next to him, but he just couldn't bring himself to look at Neal. But he had to say it, to tell him. "You're still my best friend," Phil said. "And you're the best friend anybody could ever have," Neal responded. But when Neal's hand moved agaisnt Phil's leg, Phil pulled his leg away. Neal didn't reach for it again. He just lay there, Phil's arm around his shoulders, listening to Phil's breaths. What had happened, Neal wondered. He had thought that finally saying who he was would be a dangerous thing to do. Danny and James were all right with it. Phil wasn't. With some tears falling down his cheeks, he savored the warmth of his friend's body against him. He might never experience that again. Phil sensed his friend was asleep long before Phil felt anything like sleep. He didn't want to move. He couldn't move. Danny and James...? And Neal? Neal?? He'd sucked cock, Phil admitted. So what? All guys jerked off, and a suck was just... sort of like another way... to do it. He'd kissed. And Neal... Well, he thought, he fucking wasn't going to cry like a baby! And he sure as hell wasn't going to be a queer. With those thoughts swimming around inside, he finally fell asleep.