Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 05:40:38 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
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.