Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 10:50:44 +0000
From: Danny Boy <danny_boy_80@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: One of the Lads - Chapter 2

Usual disclaimers apply.  This story is not suitable for
anyone under eighteen, or if explicit sexual content is
prohibited in your location.  This is a work of fiction -
all characters and locations are completely out of my
imagination, and are portrayed by actors over the age of
eighteen.

Chapter 2

Joe rolled over on to his side. It was now well past
midday, but since he had only had three hours sleep the
previous night, he felt justified in taking an afternoon
nap.

Joe sighed as he slipped his hand inside his pyjama
bottoms, playing with his limp cock and balls lazily as
he enjoyed the memories of the previous night. He thought
about Ben going commando in his football shorts, Scott's
lopsided grin as he pulled off his underwear to reveal
his slim cock, the wet spot on Chris' boxers.

As he thought of Chris, Joe began to masturbate more
fully, moving his thumb and forefinger gently up and down
his stiffening penis. Chris was seriously hot - and his
masculine and arrogant nature acted as a real turn-on for
Joe. Joe's wanking became more rhythmic as he remembered
the final wanking duel that he had had with Chris the
previous night. It was too bad he hadn't got to lick the
cum off Chris' balls at the end...

"Are you going to sleep all day in there?"

Joe's mum had a knack of interrupting Joe during his
'private' moments.  Once she had walked in on him late
one night whilst he was wanking over a ten minute freebie
on cable, and it was only with a swift movement of his
pillow and a lightning quick change of channels that Joe
had got away with it. His mum had made some remark about
not knowing that Joe liked late night documentaries. Joe
remembered thinking that it was lucky she hadn't caught
him in the act and linked it to the documentary, as it
had been something about OAP breast enlargements, and
that really would have taken some explaining.

"I've got a headache, Mum."

Joe knew he needed to find some sort of excuse, as no
doubt his Mum wanted him to accompany her on one of her
fun-packed trips to the supermarket. Joe really couldn't
face another discussion about whether Kellogg's
cornflakes tasted any different to the shop's own brand,
and whether the 12p difference was worth paying for the
chance for Joe's mum to send off for a life-size blow-up
cockerel or some other such rubbish. Joe loved his mum,
but she was sometimes on a different planet to the rest
of the world.

"That'll be all the fun and games from last night, then!"

If only she knew, thought Joe.

"Fine, I'll go myself and stagger home with all the
shopping on my own!"

Joe ignored the hint and turned back over, trying to
remember where he had got to in his fantasizing, but the
moment had passed. Joe absent-mindedly played with
himself as he re-ran last night's sleepover through his
head for at least the twentieth time that morning.

After the wanking session, the boys had messed around
getting ready for bed, chattering about stuff and
generally insulting each other. Scott and Chris had
looked very horny wrestling each other in just their
boxer shorts. Scott's long thin cock had kept poking out
of his boxers in a semi-hard state and Scott had to keep
stopping to tuck it back in. Eventually Scott had just
grinned apologetically at the other boys as his dick
stood out fully erect through his flies.

"Looks like you need another bash of the bishop, mate."
Chris had remarked, as Scott sheepishly did up the button
on his shorts, unsuccessfully trying to conceal his fully
stiff cock.

Joe did not fail to notice that Chris was also sporting a
sizeable bulge in his own boxer shorts.

Louis' mum had wobbled in to say goodnight shortly
afterwards, much to Louis' embarrassment. She'd obviously
been at the gin and tonics again that night, and seemed
to be spending rather longer than she needed to in the
room full of semi-naked teenage boys. Eventually, she had
switched the light off and left the room. The boys had
started to settle down, only to be interrupted two
minutes later by Ben starting one of his infamous
monologues.

"Imagine in twenty years time - we'll all have had sex by
then!"

"You're gonna wait that long?" Chris had guffawed with
laughter.

"I wonder how you do it properly?" Ben ignored Chris and
continued his rambling thought process. He often did this
- Scott often said that Ben was the only person he knew
that could hold a conversation entirely by himself with
no help from anybody.

"Do you do it fast or slow?" There was a rustling sound
from Ben's sleeping bag whilst he considered this
statement practically. Then a small silence. "She'd
better not be a minger!"

At this last comment, Joe, Chris and Scott had cracked
up.

"Just you wait, you'll be doing it in the dark one night
with someone going 'Oh Benny, oh Benny', and then you'll
wake up and find out you're in bed with Louis!" Scott had
joked.

"Fuck off." Louis had been quite subdued and grumpy since
the earlier wankathon.

"What's up with you, Puss in Boots?"

Joe had often heard Chris use that nickname to wind Louis
up, but had never got to the bottom of what it meant.
Louis always seemed to avoid any questions about it -
must be a rugby team thing, Joe had decided.

"Fuck off, you prick!"

Louis sounded more angry and insistent this time - his
face was flushed and angry in the darkness, and he rolled
over to face the wall. Joe was worried about his friend,
but Joe knew from previous experience that it was better
to leave him alone than to try and console him when he
got himself in this state.

"I hope she's got nice tits!"

Oblivious, Ben was still talking, and Joe thought he
could detect some more rapid hand movements in Ben's
sleeping bag.

"Will you shut the fuck up about your imaginary
girlfriend!" Scott put his pillow over his head, thought
the better of it, and gave Ben a whack with it.

"At least I've got one," replied Ben in a defensive tone.
Scott, Chris and Joe all found this highly amusing, and
even Louis managed a smile.

One by one the boys drifted off to sleep. As far as Joe
could tell, Chris and Scott had dropped off first,
followed by Louis. Although Ben was making several loud
snoring sounds, Joe guessed that he wasn't really asleep
yet - knowing Ben, he'd want to do something about his
'unfinished business'.

Sure enough, Ben stopped his theatrical performance and
opened one eye. Joe quickly closed his own eyes and
pretended to be asleep. He had a reasonable idea of what
Ben was about to do, and didn't want to miss the show.

It was even better than Joe had expected. Rather than
having a sly wank under the covers, Ben checked the coast
was clear, and then crept out and lay on the top of his
sleeping bag. It was dark, but there was sufficient light
from the roof window for Joe to enjoy the view as Ben
pulled down the front of his football shorts to reveal
his completely stiff four-inch cock.

Ben groaned slightly as he began to stroke himself,
pulling the elastic waistband to just under his balls as
he rubbed the shaft of his cock with his right hand.

"Fuck, yes" he whispered. "Do it to me, now". His eyes
were half-closed and his imagination was obviously
running riot inside his head.

Joe silently pulled his boxers down inside his sleeping
bag. The horny sight of Ben's fantasizing had brought
Joe's own dick to attention again. He matched Ben stroke
for stroke, watching the boy's hand move rhythmically up
and down his beautiful small dick, which was rock hard
and sticking straight out from his body.

Ben was once again using his left hand to roam all over
his upper body, tweaking his nipples and even moving up
to stroke his neck and his hair. "Oh, yes, yes, do it to
me, baby."

There was nothing that Joe wanted to do more than to slip
out of the sleeping bag and accept Ben's generous
invitation, but he didn't want to scare Ben off and miss
the climax.

Joe didn't have long to wait, as Ben let out a soft
whimper and shot his spunk in three short spurts all over
his chest. Joe groaned slightly as he too shot his load
in his sleeping bag, but hurriedly turned the groan into
a cough. Ben looked up briefly, with a mischievous grin
on his face. Joe rolled over in the sticky mess and
pretended to be asleep, more to save his own
embarrassment than Ben's.

As Ben cleaned himself up with his football shorts and
returned to his sleeping bag, Joe could have sworn that
he heard some rustling from Scott and Chris' direction by
the sofa. Joe put it down to wishful thinking, but even
so his ears continued to strain for evidence, and he was
sure he heard another moan as yet another boy reached his
climax.

Back in his bedroom, Joe murmured softly as he came for
the second time that morning. The thought that Chris
might also have been secretly enjoying Ben's performance
was too much for him.

"Shit!" Joe muttered, cum all over his hand.

As his breathing returned to normal, he looked at the
ceiling. Joe didn't often feel guilty after masturbating,
but remembering something that Ben said the previous
evening had worried him a little...

"In twenty years' time, we'll all have had sex!" Ben had
said. Joe had laughed it off the night before, but he
couldn't help thinking how unlikely this was.

Joe knew that most of the boys in his year group at
school had some sexual experience, but the only time that
Joe had done anything remotely sexual with a girl was
when one had tried to shove her hand in his pants at a
party.

"Get off, I don't do mingers!" Joe had said, rather
cruelly.

Joe had been a bit shocked by her forwardness, and had to
deal with the situation quickly. She wasn't really that
bad looking, Joe thought objectively, just a bit scary.

Then there had been the porn video. Joe had been more
turned on by the photographer tossing off than the two
blonde women having passionate sex on his leather sofa.
Even when he watched the late night porn trailers at
home, it was the men who excited Joe, even though there
wasn't really anything to see.

Joe was sure that all the women on the videos were very
nice looking, but he couldn't quite see the point of
having boobs that big - from what Joe had seen, they only
got in the way during sex anyway.

Joe gritted his teeth. "I'm not a poof," Joe whispered
fiercely. "I'm not a fucking poof."

Joe only knew one boy at school who was openly gay. His
name was Justin and he wore make-up and a look on his
face that could curdle milk. Everyone teased Justin, and
Joe hated him. Justin pranced around the school with his
gaggle of giggling girls who all thought he was
wonderful. Joe was sure they were welcome to him. He was
welcome to them, Joe corrected himself.

"I'm not a poof", he repeated to himself, biting his lip.

It's all right, thought Joe. I'm just experimenting, just
having a bit of fun. There was a long silence in Joe's
mind as he tried vainly to convince himself. Suddenly Joe
began to panic. What if he was gay? What if people found
out? His lip began to tremble and he curled up into his
pillow, with tears in his eyes.

"I just want a cuddle."

The thought dropped itself suddenly into Joe's mind. He
crossed his arms over his shoulders as if he was cuddling
himself, and his breathing calmed back down again. Joe
was slightly taken surprise by this thought, but it
comforted him slightly.

Ben and Scott were both quite tactile with Joe - Scott
would often put his arm around Joe's shoulder when they
were chilling out, and Ben had the habit of using his
hand on any accessible part of people's body to make a
point.

Joe smiled a watery smile as he processed this sentence.
Ben had never put his hand on that part of anybody's
anatomy as far as he was aware, although nothing would
surprise him after last night's performance.

Joe's thoughts turned to his other friends. Louis could
be tactile when he wanted to be, but had always seemed
slightly awkward with it. Chris, too, was very much into
his own personal space, and generally did not react well
to any physical expression of friendship. Joe had tried
to touch his shoulder a couple of times, but Chris had
always moved away or shaken him off. However, Joe
reminded himself, that there had been one special moment.

It had been when Joe was on the rugby team two or three
years ago. Chris and Louis had talked him into it, and
although Joe was a pretty poor rugby player, he had got
into the squad a couple of times as a flanker. On this
particular occasion, Joe had had a stinker of a game, and
dropped countless easy passes from the other players.

"What are you doing, you wanker?" Steve, the number
eight, had squared straight up to Joe, even though he was
a good six inches taller.

Chris had come up behind Joe and put his arm around his
shoulder. "Fuck off, he's doing his best."

This gesture had touched Joe at the time, but it seemed
even more important now, as Joe brought it to mind. He
had always had a bit of a crush on Chris, and this memory
was almost enough to convince him that the feeling was
mutual. And after all, it had been Chris that had largely
initiated proceedings the night before. Was it really
that strange to think that he might feel the same way as
Joe?

"I love you, Chris," he murmured, rubbing his shoulders
with his hand in an imitation of Chris' gesture. Joe
imagined the feeling of Chris holding him tightly and
kissing him as he sank back into the pillows and fell
asleep...


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