Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 20:00:14 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 8 (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 8 (b/b/b/b oral) The sleepover was all set. Friday night. Neal, Danny, and James. And Phil had assured Kent again, as they traded blow jobs, that Kent would later be treated to an afternoon with Phil and Neal in return to staying over at a friend's the night of the sleepover. Phil watched Danny and James as they lazily stroked each other. The Springfield Jerkoffs had each experience a good cum behind the shed that afternoon -- except for Chap and Nick, whose dry cums were as satisfactory to them. Phil and Steve were lying next to each other, their elbows touching as they lay with their hands clasped behind their heads. Steve was talking about his date with Maryjane, which had not ended with his getting a blow job at all. He had, however, gotten a good feel of her tits and, according to him, a very long and wet kiss. Phil wasn't really paying attention. At first he'd been watching Chap and Nick whispering and toying with each other's dicks. They were eleven and not a hair on them. And they only had dry cums. So different than Neal! At the same age, Neal looked only a little older -- just a little taller, muscles a little more developed. But Neal sure had them beat in the dick department! He'd watched Danny and James for a while then, while Steve was going on about Maryjane and her tits. They'd already accepted his invitation for the following night and agreed it was better not to say anything to the other Jerkoffs. Phil didn't want anybody to feel left out, so he was greatly relieved when Steve had mentioned a weekend trip to his grandparents. Danny and James weren't talking a lot, Phil noticed, unlike Chap and Nick. And Steve. They were just lying side by side, their naked bodies touching at several points, and their hands slowly toying with each other's dicks. They were clearly best friends, and best friends didn't always have to be talking about something. As Neal had said, they were "special." They'd been friends for a couple of years, Phil remembered. They did a lot of homework together. He remembered some special class projects they'd talked about doing together, something in history about WWII. He liked to see them together. Why was that? Because they reminded him of Neal and himself? Because...? That made him wonder again if Danny and James... did some of the stuff he and Neal did. He looked at them more carefully. Nice dicks. Really nice ones. They seemed to touch each other like they were used to it... Of course, the Jerkoffs had been getting together for weeks, now -- so they were all used to it. Still... And thinking of Neal and himself in Neal's shower the other day caused his own dick to stiffen a bit. Boy, Neal sure liked to suck cock. But it took forever to... get him in the mood, or something. He could still hardly believe Neal had agreed to come to the sleepover, knowing what he had to know about what the other three boys did together. So if he'd be willing to play around a little like that, why wouldn't he want to shower with the team? Or come out here with the Jerkoffs? Phil spent all day Friday getting ready for the sleepover. There wasn't a practice; the coach had to be out of town for something, so he'd just cancelled it. Phil made sure his mother had gotten the snacks he wanted. He pulled out the DVDs they might watch and the video games. He even cleaned his room a little. Then a little more. Neal was the first to arrive, and Phil told him just to toss his sleeping bag up into his room. By the time Neal came back downstairs, Danny and James had arrived. They went up to dump their things in Phil's room, while Phil remained downstairs waiting for the pizza. With pizza all over the kitchen table, the four boys chatted about the team, what movie to watch first, and anything else that popped into their minds. Neal knew Danny and James as well as Phil did, and there was no hesitation about disagreeing with an opinion or arguing over a point. The volumn grew as the pizza disappeared. His mother chased them out of the kitchen so she could prepare supper for herself and Phil's father, and the boys went upstairs. "Wow, this is a neat room you got here," James said. Phil explained how he and Kent had gotten what had originally been the master bedroom. "It's sort of away from the rest of the house," he said, noting that his parents would be at the far end of the building all night. They all grinned. They started with a horror movie, one of the really old and cheesy ones. They hooted and talked back to the actors, laughing at the cheap special effects. At the end of the movie, Phil went down to bring up some soft drinks. Nail and Danny had gotten involved in a baseball video game when he got back, so he and James watched for a while, cheering each of them, About the end of the third inning, Phil realized he needed to piss. He decided he would set the example. He went into the bathroom and left the door open. Anyone who looked would be able to see him at the toilet. He pulled his dick out and pissed a long and noisy stream into the water. When he finished, he realized James was walking through the door. "Need to drain it, myself," he grinned. His dick was already out. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't completely soft, either. James was cut, like the other boys, but Phil noticed for the first time that there was a nice roll of skin around the crown of his cockhead. More than what Phil had, anyway. Or Neal. Phil moved over a bit, but kept his dick out in his hand. James stood next to him and pissed for what seemed a long time. When he shook his dick, he held it long enough for it to begin to thicken. Phil fingered his dick, and it responded. "You got a nick dick," Phil said. Then he was a little embarrassed. He didn't think he'd ever complimented a guy on his dick before. He'd sure thought such things, but he'd never said them aloud. "Thanks, Phil," James said. "You, too." He gave his dick a nice long stroke. "Guess we'd better get back to the game." The boys tucked their dicks back into the pants and went back into the bedroom. "Comparing dicks, huh?" Danny giggled as he finessed a steal to second base. "Damn!" Neal groaned. "You got to second!" They all focused on the game for a while. Phil began to wonder what would come next. Would somebody suggest something? Was he supposed to? It was his house, his room. Did they expect him to do something? The game ended with Neal winning by a single run. Somebody had another movie ready, and they started it. They were all on the floor, sitting on the sleeping bags to which Phil had added his own. He figured they'd all wind up on the floor. Danny was leaning back against the wall opposite the TV, and James was next to him. Neal was leaning back against the bed, turned a little sideways toward the TV. Phil settled himself next to Neal. They were barely into the movie when Phil noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Danny was still leaning against the wall, but James had placed himself between Danny's spread legs, laying his head back on Danny's chest. Danny's right hand moved up to unbutton the shirt James was wearing, then slip in. Danny was rubbing James' smooth chest. James saw Phil watching them, and he smiled. For some reason, watching Danny and James like that made Phil feel...happy. He felt like he had just seen something very private, like he had been allowed to see something very meaningful. But that didn't make sense. He'd seen both boys completely naked during the circle jerks; he'd seen them jerking each other's dicks. And at the moment, they weren't even undressed. Phil looked into James' smile, then he saw that Danny was smiling at him, too. They were telling him something. What? He looked back at Neal. Neal seemed engrossed in the movie. Phil scooted a little closer to his friend. Their shoulders touched. Phil felt butterflies in his stomach, and his hands were shaking a little. He raised his arm and put it around Neal's shoulder. Without a word or a moment's hesitation, Neal settled into Phil and lay his head back against his shoulder. Neal had the remote. They were watching an old movie about a summertime adventure of four boys about their own age. Phil didn't know who had chosen it. It wasn't one of those he had set out. Someone had found it when he was out of the room. Neal fast-forwarded it to the place where the four boys in the movie were walking along a railroad track, singing. Phil remembered the movie now. He'd always liked it. The movie got to the place where the boys wade through a swamp in their briefs and emerge to find themselves covered with leeches. They jump around in their underwear trying to get them all off, and one of the boys pulls the waistband of his briefs open, looks down, apparently sees a leech on his dick, and faints. No one said anything as Neal rewound the tape and played the scene again. The third time he played only the part where the boys are jumping around. "Did you see it," Neal asked. "His dick?" "What?" Danny asked. "His dick. When that one" -- Neal pointed to the screen where he'd stopped the tape -- "the blond one, when he turns just right, you can see his dick poking into the front of his briefs. It's almost poking straight out. You can see it." "No, you can't!" James sat forward to look. Neal rewound the tape a bit, then let it play forward slowly. He froze it. "There. See? That's got to be his dick," Neal said. "Damn, he's right..." James started. "Fuck, it's his dick...!" Danny sat forward, too. Phil was closer to the screen than Danny or James, but he moved in to look. He turned back to the three boys staring at the screen. "It is! It's got to be. It's his dick. Does he have a hardon?" Phil turned back to the screen. "I can't see -- move!" Neal said. They all moved a little closer and looked carefully. Clearly outlined against the dark background was the front of the crotch of the boy's white briefs. The crotch was unmistakeably tented out. Neal rewound and played the scene again, stopping at precisely the right place. "Fuck, man - he's got a hard cock, right in the movie!" As Phil spoke, he realized that he himself was developing a hard cock. "Sit back," Neal said, as he moved back to where he'd been sitting. "There's another scene that I like, too." The four boys resumed their places -- James with his head lying back on Danny's chest, and Phil with his arm around Neal's shoulder. Neal let the movie play for a while. Finally, the screen showed the boys in the movie making camp for the night. Two boys, one of them the blond they'd been looking at before, were sitting next to each other talking quietly. The blond boy told of something very unfair that had happened to him, something that had hurt him deeply. He began to cry. The other boy put his arm around his shoulders to comfort him. Neal stopped the movie at that point. They all looked at the pair on the screen for a moment. "He's the one" -- Nail was pointing to the blond boy who was crying -- "who pulled the leech off his friend's dick. I know he's the one." Then Neal rewound the tape and replayed the scene of the two boys sitting in the firelight. He stopped it at the same point. Phil suddenly realized that his arm was around Neal in just the way the arm of the boy in the movie was around the blond... Neal was blond... "They're not just best friends," Neal said quietly, looking at the screen. "They love each other." No one spoke. Phil looked at Danny and James. James had turned a bit, and the two boys had their arms around each other. They were kissing. "And if I'd made this movie, they would have kissed each other now." Neal's voice was even quieter. Phil turned his head back to Neal, and Neal's head was resting on his shoulder again. But this time his face was turned upward, toward Phil. His eyes were closed. He slowly lowered his face, and his lips met Neal's. Neal's lips were smaller than Steve's, but they were warmer. Phil gently moved his lips against those of his best friend. When he parted his lips, his tongue was met by Neal's tongue, and the boys slowly tasted each other. Their tongues moved slowly, as though there were all the time in the world. There was no passion yet. There was only awe, discovery... Two pairs of boys. Two couples. On the screen, two friends, one comforting the other, frozen, while the boys on the floor move slowly into each other. Phil was leaning a bit sideways against the bed, and as Neal pressed into him, Phil slowly slid backwards until he was lying on the floor. Their mouths separated when Phil's head came to rest on the sleeping bag. Neal was practically on top of him. Their groins were pressing together, each feeling the hard dick of the other through their clothes. Neal began to move his hips. Phil suddenly remembered they were not alone, and he turned his head against the floor to look at Danny and James. They were still kissing, but Danny had slid his hand down inside the front of James's pants and was clearly fondling his friend's dick. He felt Neal's hands at his pants, unsnapping them, reaching for his zipper. Phil's cock was so hard it was uncomfortable. He felt the relief of the pressure when Neal had unzipped him. He raised his hips as Neal worked his pants down over his ass and pulled them all the way down to his ankles. His cock was tented out inside his briefs, and Neil placed his hand over the bulge in the cotton. Phil sucked in his breath. Neil squeezed his cock a few times, but he wasn't content to feel it through cotton. He grasped the waistband of Phil's briefs and pulled. Again, Phil raised his hips, and in a moment he was naked from his waist to his ankles, his cock standing tall. Neal never touched it with his hand. He just opened his mouth and sucked the wet cockhead in. "Agggg...mmmmm..." Phil lost all sense of where he was or what else was happening. His cock was suddenly heated beyond belief by his friend's mouth. His cockhead was attacked by the tongue he'd just tasted in his mouth as it flashed over and around the red knob between Neil's lips. Just as suddenly, his cockhead was back out in the cooler air of the room, waving, as Neal licked down to Phil's balls. He sucked on one ball gently, then licked it. He moved to the other ball. Neia tongue glided over the smooth sac, and his nose inhaled the scent of his friend. Phil could feel Neal's cheeks against the inside of his thighs as the boy nestled his face deeper into his sex. He groaned and spread his legs wide at the knees, his ankles still held together by his pants and briefs. He pressed himself downward toward the lips and tongue loving his balls. Neal drew a deep breath of the scent around him, then raised his head to kiss around the base of Phil's cock. His lips brushed against the light fuzz beginning to grow on Phil's pubic mound as Phil's hard dick thrashed around, almost angrily, seeking more attention. Phil groaned each time his dick slapped against Neil's cheek or neck or chin. As though he knew the need, Neal took the cock in one hand and rubbed the underside of it all over his face, feeling the heat of the soft tube inside it against his cheek, his eyelids, his lips, his forehead. He inhaled again, and the smell of Phil's cock shot straight into his brain. He raised his head and took all of that cock into his mouth. "Oooooo...fuuuck...aaaaaa..." Phil's moan was more like a cry that filled the room as he felt his dick suddenly consumed by the heat and wetness of Neal's eager mouth. Neal drew back to suck at the cockhead, then moved his face down again, thrusting the length of the cock all the way to the back of his mouth. He moved up and down on it, his eyes closed, his nose drawing in as much air as possible. "I'm...ohgodoh...got to cum...cum...AAAAaaaa..." Phil felt the explosion deep in his gut first, then the rushing through his cock, then the pulsing of his cockhead, and his cum shot out into Neal's mouth. Neal sucked and swallowed, but he kept his lips locked around the cock feeding him. Phil shot again, then a third time. As the flow of his best friend's cum lessened, Neil slowed his sucking and then began a more gentle licking, taking the last of the taste into his mouth. When he finished he pulled himself up just slightly and lay his head on Phil's bare stomach, the spent cock still in his hand. In a way he could not have explained, Phil felt himself slowly return to the time, the place. He felt the weight of Neal's head on his belly, the brushing of his soft hair against his skin. But he suddenly realized he was the only one undressed at all. Naked from his waist to his ankles, his soft dick now cool in the air of the room -- he had cum so hard and long, and everyone else was still dressed, watching... He felt a flash of embarrassment. He turned his head to Danny and James, though, and saw that James had his pants down, too. Danny was stroking the hard cock he'd uncovered, and the boys were again (still?) kissing. He relaxed. They really looked nice together, kissing. Phil turned back to Neal. His friend's head was resting on his bare belly, and Phil was stroking his soft blond hair. "I can't believe you kissed me," Phil whispered. "I thought you kissed me," Neal responded, and he turned his face upward toward Phil to show his grin. "Whoever started it... Well, it was pretty cool," Phil said. "Look," he said, nodding toward the two figures still frozen on the TV screen. "I guess we're smarter than they are. They never kissed, did they?" Neal dragged himself up to lay his head next to Phil's. "Thank you," he said. "Huh? You gave me the blow job, Neal -- I should thank you!" "That's not what I meant," Neal said. Phil could hardly hear him, despite the fact that his mouth was only inches from Phil's ear. "I mean, thank you for... for making me come to this sleepover. I wasn't going to," Neal continued. "I wasn't going to let you talk me into it." "Why, Neal?" Phil turned on his side to look at his friend. "Why weren't you going to let me talk you into it? Why didn't you want to come? What is it, Neal? Why are you so... shy about all this stuff?" Neal was silent for a minute, and Phil wondered if he'd been too blunt. Then he remembered they weren't alone, but neither he nor Neal could see Danny and James from their position, so it was almost like being alone. He stroked his friend's soft hair. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. If he didn't... Well, that was all right, too. "I don't know, Phil. I just... I can't explain it, I guess. I've never been, well, naked with other guys. And I like it with you. I do. But... Maybe..." He lowered his voice still further. "Maybe it's my dick." "What do you mean? You've got a great dick -- my god, Neal. It's bigger than any of the guys on the team... Over five inches!" "That's what I mean," Neal said. "It's so big. Everybody would stare. It would make it even worse, everybody staring, and me feeling like a freak..." "A freak?" Phil sat up, but he kept his voice low. He glanced at Danny and James and saw that they were now lying fully on the floor, James with his pants down to his knees and his mouth against Danny's chest. "You're no freak! You shitting me? Everybody on the team would kill for a dick like yours, Neal! Not just long, but thick -- and your big cockhead! And you can cum -- you're a year younger than me!" "Shhhh! Shhh!" Neal was now getting a little nervous about the conversation, maybe even about being there. "Neal, you'll be the envy of the whole fucking team!" Phil had lowered his voice. "Anybody who stares at you will be staring because he's jealous as hell. You can be proud of that dick, buddy! Proud of it." They were both sitting now, and both were silent for a little bit. Their eyes turned to the two boys against the wall. James now had Danny's pants open and was sucking Danny's cock. James' own pants were down to his ankles, but he was lying on his stomach, and the smooth globes of his ass were flexing slightly as he sucked. Neal lay his hand on Phil's bare thigh as they watched. Danny was beginning to writhe under James' mouth, beginning to shove his cock upward to meet his friend's movements. "Uuuuuu...uuuuu...uuuuu..." Danny's quiet little moan made the scene seem all the more sexy to the other pair. As James moved his head in on Danny's cock, James' asscheeks would flex slightly. Neal's fingers moved a bit to stroke the smoothness of Phil's thigh, and he looked up at his friend and smiled, then back at the two lovers across the room. Danny's eyes were closed, and his mouth was a little pinched as his orgasm approached. His stomach heaved as his first cumshot was offered to his friend. "Uooooo...uooooo..." Little grunts accompanied the cumshots that followed, and soon James was licking from the cockhead the last of the cream Danny had given him. The two collapsed against each other, and when Danny opened his eyes he smiled across the room. No one said anything for a moment. "I didn't know you two sucked," Phil said, finally. "I didn't know you two sucked," Danny replied with a grin. "How long?" James wanted to know. "Um, just about a week, I guess," Phil said. "You guys?" "Maybe not quite a year. End of last summer, I guess," James said. "Wow. I... I didn't know." And, Phil thought, I would never have guessed. Jerking off together -- yeah. He'd figured they had done some of that from the way they acted with the Jerkoffs. But he never figured they'd really get so serious... Were he and Neal "serious?" Just what did that mean, anyway? Phil gave a mental shrug. "Hey," he said. "You guys have to see something pretty awesome." Phil felt Neal's hand tighten on his thigh. "It's okay, buddy. Trust me. It's okay." Phil ran his fingers through Neal's hair, brushing it out of his eyes again. "Come on, guys," Phil said to Danny and James. "Scoot on over here on the sleeping bags. You just got to see something."