Date: Fri, 04 May 2007 14:47:44 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com> Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 2 (b/b masturbation) 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 2 (b/b masturbation) "So I asked him if I needed to try the jock strap on. God, that was stupid! You don't try on a jock strap," Phil said. He was telling his nine-year-old brother about his experience with Mike, the teenager at the store. "So he says come on with me, and we go into this room, and he gets my dick all hard, and then he did it, Kent! Just like you said he did you," Phil finished. "He sucked me!" "Cool," Kent said. His own little dick was hard remembering how it had felt when Mike had sucked him. And he was remembering how Phil's dick looked last night when he let his little brother watch him jerk off. His hand went to his crotch. The brothers were sitting on their own beds in their bedroom, but Phil noticed Kent start to play with his dick through his shorts. He grinned to himself. Kent was okay for a little brother. Kent opened his shorts and pulled his little weiner out. It was stiff and red, and Phil guessed he'd been playing with it for a while. Kent grinned at him. What the hell, Phil thought. He grinned back as he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. His briefs were next. The two boys -- one nine and hairless, the other just 12 and sprouting his first pubic hair -- jerked together. Kent's grunts indicated his readiness for his dry cum, and watching his little brother excited Phil more than he was prepared for. The younger boy's high whimper and the older boy's deeper moan signaled their orgasms, and the brothers shared the next moments of quiet recovery. The next afternoon at the end of the practice session, almost the whole baseball team walked over to get into the shower room at the middle school. This was the first year they'd been allowed to use the locker room and shower room, though the the summer league teams had been using the school's ball diamond for years. "Neal, that was a great catch!" Phil slapped his best friend on the back. Neal was technically a year younger than Phil, only eleven, although their birthdays were ten months apart. But they were in the same grade and would be entering the seventh grade together in the fall. Neal grinned at the compliment and adjusted his cap a little bit. He was skinny compared to his friend Phil and just a little awkward in his movements. He and Phil had been best friends since...well, since they could remember. "Come on, today we get to use the school locker room," Phil said as he moved in that direction. "We'll get lockers there for real in the fall." "Um, I got to get home, Phil," Neal said, almost mumbling. "You got to shower and get all that dust off you somewhere, you might as well do it with all the guys," Phil said over his shoulder. He turned to watch Neal walking in the other direction. Phil figured he was a little shy of showering with a bunch of guys. Course, Phil had been a little shy, too, at first, but he'd gotten used to it at the church camp he went to the first week school was out. Course, Neal was on the shy side, anyway. Well, Phil decided, he'd have to get used to it when school started. Had to shower for PE, that's what he'd heard. In the locker room, most of the other boys were undressed or undressing. There were 11, 12, and 13-year-olds on the team, so there was quite a bit of difference among them. Some were smaller and still hairless. Nick, over in the corner, in fact, looked more like he was 10. Others were in the very beginning stages of puberty, like Phil, with hair just beginning to appear above their dicks. Some sported nice bushes at their dicks. And the dicks were all sizes, too. In camp, Phil had been amazed at how dicks could differ. Some of the counselors used the same showers, and there had been dicks on guys from eight years old to...well, however old you are in college. And some of those dicks! Phil had been impressed. He had great hopes for what his own cock would look like some day. He stripped, grinning to himself as he stepped out of his new jock strap, remembering how and where he'd gotten it. Damn, he thought. His dick stirred a bit. He hated getting a boner in front of other guys. It had happened several times at camp, too. But then, he hadn't been the only one. He walked hurriedly over into the large common shower and stepped into a stream of water, turning to the wall. Dicks. A guy can't help but look, he'd decided. And sometimes boners, too. This was the first time the team had been together in the shower. So he looked. Lots of skin everywhere, he thought. And butts, too. Water running down everywhere...and there's Chap with a boner! Only eleven, Chap kept his eyes to himself but had a little smile on his face. Phil smiled, too. Phil was one of those invited to walk home through the woods and take a little detour. Steve had invited him. Damn. His boner appeared again when he thought of when he'd gotten his own invitation. "Hey, Phil -- some of us gonna go back behind that old shed out in the woods for a circle jerk after the game -- come with us!" Steve was 13 and one of the bigger boys on the team. Steve had invited Phil just that day, right before practice started. Phil caught Steve's eye in the shower, and the young teen grinned at him. Phil grabbed a towel from the stack as soon as he got out of the shower and wrapped it around himself loosely. Steve came up from behind and jerked it off of him, revealing Phil's white mounds behind him and his pink dick in front of him. The guys laughed at Phil's sudden nakedness, and Phil grabbed the towel and held it in front of himself before that boner reappeared. But he laughed, too. He liked the horsing around the team did all the time. He had a fleeting thought of Neal, wishing Neal enjoyed it, too. When they boys left the building, the six who were heading for the woods moved out separately, so it wouldn't be too obvious. Steve was already half-way across the field. Phil figured Steve had arranged the whole thing -- probably had been out to that shed lots himself. Chap and Nick, both 11, walked together, arguing about something that happened in the game. They were good friends, but they always found something to argue about. The were about the same size, Phil decided, Chap maybe just a little taller. Nick had thick dark hair to Chap's light blond. Some distance behind them, Danny and James walked together. They were joking about something. They were both 13 and good friends. And Phil brought up the rear. He thought about dicks. Their dicks. He'd seen Steve's in the shower. It looked longer than most of the others, and he had a nice growth of brown hair on his pubic bone. He'd just caught of glimpse of Chap's in the shower. He'd been a little hard, Phil thought, but not very big. No hair at all. He hadn't seen the other's dicks. He hadn't seen Nick's. He'd just caught a glimpse of Danny and James naked in the locker room before they'd dressed. Boy, he'd decided, they sure look nice -- their dicks weren't hard, but they swung around a lot. When Phil got there, they were gathered behind the old shed, and Steve was pulling his pants down. "Come on, guys -- I'm ready for a good cum," he grinned at them. "I told you..." Nick started. "Hey, Nick, buddy, I didn't mean anything. OK, so you can't cum yet, but you can dry cum, you told me so. It'll be cool." Steve seemed to have a way with him. Everybody liked him, and when he made a suggestion to the team, in practice or during a game, it was usually a pretty good one. Nick grinned at him and unzipped and dropped his pants. Chap stood next to him and did the same. They grinned at each other. Suddenly, Phil wondered if the two of them had done something like this before. Phil's own pants were soon off, then Danny and James, and six boys in white briefs stood in somewhat of a circle. Steve was already rubbing his dick, which was obviously hard. "Off with 'em, guys," Steve said. "Last one to get 'em off sucks all of us!" For a second, Phil was a little nervous. He hadn't realized they would be getting naked. He'd assumed they'd just pull their dicks out and jerk off. But then, he'd just been naked with these same guys, so it didn't really matter. Then there were six naked boys standing in somewhat of a circle. Nick looked a little nervous. Phil reached down to stroke his dick, already hard, and he looked around the circle. Danny and James were probably a little over four inches, he decided. Nice dicks. Well, nice bodies, too, Phil noted. The black hair on Danny's head was repeated at the base of his dick, and James had a nice brown bush beginning in the same place. They were both stroking slowly. Phil felt his dick swell a little as he looked at the two of them. Well, he thought, they were probably the two cutest guys in school. Whoa. Thinking guys were cute? What's that all about? Chap and Nick were pulling their hairless dicks. They were both around three and a half inches, and their dicks were noticeably thinner. But then, they were at least a year younger than Phil. He realized he was the only 12-year-old there. Steve's dick was a pretty thick one and about as long as Danny and James. Phil thought his own three-and-a-half inch dick was okay, but he wished it was a little longer. "Stroke 'em, guys, let's shoot 'em, jerk those dicks..." Steve was talking as much to himself as anyone else. The first sounds, other than Steve's encouragements, came from either Chap or Nick, and then the other one joined in. They made little groans as their fingers moved over their dicks. Danny started a low, quiet moan as he felt himself awaken to those urges he loved. Phil's own little grunts with each movement of his fist joined the sounds, and James completed it with a combination of hissing and moaning. A chorus of boys enjoying what boys have enjoyed since the beginning of time. A boy's own sex tool in his hand, his own fingers or hand moving as slowly or rapidly as he decided. Phil looked around again. He saw naked boys in various stages of sexual stupor, each coaxing himself into a feeling already familiar from all those times at home -- in bed, in the shower, wherever. Steve's encouragement faded into a long groan. "Gonna blow...oh fuck..." Chap started making high-pitched sounds, panting between them, his eyes locked on Steve's hard cock. James slow, deep breaths were loud. Phil, somehow, knew that Steve would be the first to go. "Afffff...uck...uuuu..." Steve held his cock up enough that each of the boys could see his shots. A string of cum streaked out from his cockhead and landed on the ground, followed by another. Danny was next. "Oooooo...yessss..." And James joined him. "Uhhh...cumminnnnn..." Phil watched the cum shoot from Danny and James, and that was all it took. Vaguely aware of the high little sounds of Chap and Nick as they experienced their dry cums, Phil felt the heat in his belly rush down into his cock, and he convulsed with two very nice shots of cum. The sounds now became deep breaths as six naked boys recovered from their orgasms. Phil kept his eyes on Danny and James for some reason. Their bellies moved with their deep breathing, and their legs were spread wide. They looked...nice together. That night, Phil captured that image of them all, naked and in the throes of orgasm, as he jerked off in bed. He was lying on top of the sheets, and he knew Kent was watching. But he didn't care. He rubbed his dick slowly at first, then, as the image of the boys became sharper in his mind, his fingers began to fly. "Ahhh...ooooooo..." His body shook as he shot three nice big drops that landed on his thigh, then a little more oozed onto his fingers. He licked his fingers and felt so very relaxed. "So cool..." came the little voice across the room. Two days later, and after the next game, Nick and James were a little late since they'd been appointed by the coach to gather all the wet towels. The others sat around talking about the game and whatever else came to mind. Steve had decided they should wait for Nick and James to get undressed. "Ever get a blow job?" Steve suddenly asked the group. Nobody said anything until Chap asked, "Um...what's that mean?" "It's where you get your dick sucked," Justin answered. "Sometime when I jerk off at home I imagine Debbie Lockyear at the end of my dick, sucking her heart out... Wonder if she'd let me cum on her tits..." "Wow," was the only response Chap could make. Phil was thinking that a blow job would be very nice about now, and he pictured that teenager from the store, remembering how it felt as his dick was sucked in...and the tongue... "Hey, guys!" Nick came bursting around the corner of the shed, followed a moment later by James. "You waited for us! Good. I was afraid..." "Course we waited, dickhead," Steve grinned. "We're a team, right?" "Yeah," Danny laughed as James sat down beside him. "We're the Springfield Jerkoffs." "The Springfield Dicks!" Phil offered. "The Springfield Cockheads," Nick announced. Chap giggled. "The Springfield..." Then he couldn't think of anything to say. Everybody laughed with him, and, by consensus, the pants came off. For some reason, everyone followed Steve's lead. He sat up a bit and lay his jeans on the ground, then sat on them. When his briefs came off, everyone else's did, too. This is cool, Phil thought. Sitting here like this, we can see each other's balls better. He noticed that Steve even spread his knees a little further apart. He had big balls, problably the biggest of the group. And he had hair on them, too. Phil was conscious of the eyes examing his own balls, still hairless, but starting to drop nicely. But then, Phil's eyes were moving, too. Steve started stroking slowly. "Let's do it slow this time, jerkoffs," he grinned. It was a little harder to jerk off with the thighs up. You had to reach down and sort of stroke from the top. But each of the boys seemed to know that ball-watching was fun, too. And stroking in an unfamiliar manner seemed to make it last longer. He noticed that Danny and James were sitting so close together that their thighs were touching. He wondered what it would feel like. Despite the fact that their pubic hair was beginning to appear, it looked to Phil like their balls were smooth. He liked that about his own balls, smooth... Steve's balls were bouncing a little bit now, as Steve stroked a little faster. Phil's eyes moved down and behind those big balls. The crack. It was dark back there... He pulled his eyes away and looked over at Chap and Nick. They weren't sitting as close together, but their legs were bent out farther, and their knees were touching. Each was looking intently at his dick. He looked back at Steve to find the older boy's eyes on him. He grinned. He suddenly thought of Neal. Did Neal jerk off? They'd never talked about sex much. In fact, Neal seemed to avoid talking about it. He was 11, like Chap and Nick. Wouldn't it be cool if he'd join the group. Wouldn't it be cool to have him watch Phil as his dick shot... This time Phil and James came at almost the same time. Chap and Nick had their dry cums at about the same time, too. Danny shot next, a nice shot of cum landing several feet away from him. Then another, almost as strong. Another, then cum oozed out onto Danny's fingers. Damn, Phil thought. Will I ever shoot like that? Steve may be the biggest guy here, but Danny and James... Finally, Steve shot. He spread his legs wide, groaning as he felt his prostate flux inside him, spreading his legs even wider as his cock got harder in his hand. "Oooofuuuuuu...ck..." A long rope of cum shot straight out, followed by another. His hips jerked as he thrust his cock back into his fist even harder. "Oooofuuuuuu...ck...!" A second shot, not as strong, a third. The his cum slowly oozed onto his fingers. Steve visibly relaxed and unconsciously brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them. Fuck, Phil thought. He eats it, too. Wow. The boys were all quiet for a little bit. As they recharged a bit, Phil wondered what it would be like if they would be willing to suck. Mike, that guy at the store, had enjoyed it, and Phil sure had. Would Phil himself be willing to suck a friend's cock? He wasn't so sure about that. Wouldn't it be cool... Steve was the first to get up. Phil looked at him. The guy at the store was only a couple of years older than Steve, he thought. He sighed and got up as the rest of the guys dressed. "See you at practice tomorrow, Jerkoffs," Steve grinned at them. "That's the champion Springfield Jerkoffs, dude," James laughed. "You got it!" The boys walked back to the edge of the woods, then separated as each went home. All the way home, Phil was thinking of getting sucked again. He had never cum as hard as he had that time he'd been sucked. He decided it was time to go back to the store. -------------------------- The character of Mike (and the brothers Phil and Kent) first appeared in the series "Mike Gets a Job" (Young Friends May 1 2007). I've also written another series, "Tyler Becomes a Man" (Adult/Youth Mar 23 2007), and the story "Dear Danny and James" (Apr 10 2007).