Date: Wed, 09 May 2007 11:17:15 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 4   (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 4   (b/b oral)




After the next practice, the guys headed for the showers again.  Phil was
determined.  He walked up to Neal and clutched at his uniform.

"Shower with us, Neal.  Then come out to the shed with us."  He spoke
quietly.  "It's okay.  You're my friend.  We can do this together."

As the coach walked over to them, Phil dropped his hand.

"Hit the showers, guys," the coach ordered.

"That's okay, coach," Neal said. "I'll shower at home."

Phil's heart sank.  It just wasn't going to work.

At the circle jerk afterwards, Phil found it strange that his mind kept
wandering.  That was strange enough -- after all, he was jerking his
dick.  But even stranger was the fact that his mind was wandering to
Neal.  It was just that they were such good friends, he reasoned.

Steve was the first to shoot, and everybody else followed -- except Chap
and Nick, of course, though their sounds were as heartfelt as anyone
else's.  Six naked bodies relaxed on the ground as they recovered from
the sex.

Steve's sure got the muscles, Phil thought.  Probably the best chest
here.  Danny and James were each gazing up into the sky as if they
were dreaming about something.  Phil noticed that their hips were
touching, like last time.  Chap was whispering something to Nick and then
made a grab for his dick.  Nick rolled away and giggled.  Yeah, Phil
decided.  Those two had definitely been doing something together.

Following Steve's example, six naked bodies soon disappeared into
clothes.  "See you tomorrow, Jerkoffs," they called to each other, the
boys began to go their separate ways.

Phil stepped up to keep pace with Danny and James.  "Hey, guys.  Hey, got
a minute?"

"Sure," James said, and the pair slowed down a bit.  "What's up?"

Danny started laughing first, then Phil.  James thought for a minute he'd
missed something, then realized what he'd said, and he joined in the
laughter.

"He just can't wait to get home and jerk off some more," Danny laughed.
"James is one hot stud!"  James socked him on the shoulder, and the two
fenced with their fists for a minute.

When the laughing died down, Phil became a little more serious.  "See, I
got a question about school next year."

Danny and James had just graduated a couple of weeks before from the
eighth grade, and Phil figured they were the experts on the seventh and
eighth grades.

"Well, look...about PE.  You have to take a shower -- is that right?"
Phil asked.

"Yeah," Danny said.  "The teachers make you."

"A guy can't get out of it?" Phil asked.

"No.  Not without a doctor's slip or something," James said.  "Little
nervous about the shower, Phil?"

"Shit, no -- not me," Phil retorted.  "Friend of mine."

"Neal."  Danny said, simply.

"Uh...how do you know?" Phil asked.

"No mystery, Phil," Danny smiled.  "You guys are best friends, right?
And he doesn't shower with us after a game or practice, right?"

"I guess the rumor's not true, then," Phil said, in a very serious voice.

"What rumor?" Danny asked.

"That you have shit for brains," Phil laughed, poking Danny in the ribs.

James laughted first this time, then Danny joined in.

"Seriously, guys," Phil continued.  "I like him...I mean, we've been best
friends for years.  It's going to be tough for him.  I'm just
trying...trying to...hell!  I don't know what I'm trying to do."
Phil kicked the ground in front of him in frustration.

"You're trying to help a friend," Danny said.  "Nice guys do that."

"You'll have to explain that it's the rule, no choice," James offered.
"Chances are, you'll be in the same gym class.  Tell him you'll be in the
shower, too."

"Really," James said.  "See, we were both a little, um, bashful, I guess
you'd say."

"Didn't want to spring a boner in front of everybody, either," Danny
explained.

"All I'm saying is that it'll be easier if he knows there's a friend in
there with him knowing how he feels," James finished.

"I guess," Phil sighed.

The boys waved as they parted company at the corner, and Phil watched as
Danny and James walked on.  They were obviously best friends, too, Phil
thought.  James was a little taller than Danny, but they were both built
about the same.  You could almost take them as brothers, Phil thought.
Not that they looked alike -- Danny had dark black hair and brown eyes;
James had light brown hair and blue eyes.  No, it was more like they
just...acted like brothers.   And they were probably a couple of the
nicest guys he knew.

That night Phil resolved that Friday he would make his point with Neal.
Though they lived right across the street from each other, they'd
exchanged sleepovers for several years.  He would be at Neal's Friday
night.

Neal was obviously shy, Phil decided.  He just needed to break though
that shyness and let Neal know that showering was no big deal.  As far as
that was concerned, the circle jerks were no big deal, either -- though
they were certainly fun.

Then he realized that, as often as he and Neal had slept over at each
other's houses, he had never seen Neal naked.  Like Phil, he slept in his
briefs.  He came back from the shower at night with a clean pair of
briefs on, changing in the bathroom.

Okay.  Friday night.  That was it.  Friday.

The boys watched some TV in Neal's room Friday night and played a video
game or two.  Phil pretended to be sleepier than he really was, and they
decided to call it a night.  Phil usually took his shower first at Neal's
house, so he left the room.  In a few minutes he returned, and when he
dropped the towel he was wearing he made sure he was facing Neal.

He caught Neal taking a quick look at him out of the corner of his eye.
It was the first time Neal had seen his friend completely naked.  Phil
didn't make a big deal out of it (and thank god he didn't have a boner)
and quickly stepped into a clean pair of briefs.  This would be easier if
Neal takes the hint, he thought.

But when Neal returned from his shower, he was already wearing his clean
briefs.  Following their usual routine, Neal flicked the light off and
crawled into his bed, and Phil got into the sleeping bag he'd brought
with him.  The procedure was reversed when Neal was at Phil's.

And following their usual routine, they talked in the semi-darkness for a
while.  Neal moved to the subject of the baseball team himself.  "I think
Steve's the best pitcher we've got," Neal said.

"Maybe.  I like Marty for that position, though.  But I'll tell
you," Phil, realizing he could move the subject along, "Steve is sure the
best at something else."

"What?"  Neal took the bait.

"Jerking off," Phil said.  "Man, he cums like...well, he cums a lot.  And
shoots.  Wow."

There was silence from the bed.

"And you should see him, Neal.  He's got the best muscles of anybody on
the team.  See, we get naked for those circle jerks -- well, I've seen
him in the shower, too."  Phil thought maybe he was pushing his luck now.

There was still silence from the bed.

"And you ought to see his dick!  Wow.  I guess his is biggest -- maybe a
little over four inches.  Well, Danny and James have nice ones, too.
Maybe four inches.  Chap and Nick are too young to cum -- I told you
that.  I guess mine is okay, but I'm still just three-and-a-half inches."

Phil stopped talking and listened.  Nothing.

"It's cool seeing the other guys like that, Neal.  I mean, guys
together...friends...  Well, it's hot, too --  you know what I mean?"

Silence.

Fuck, Phil thought.  But, hell, I'm talking being naked and dicks, and I
can't stop now.  He trusted their friendship, or he wouldn't have gone a
step further and risked losing it.  When he crawled out of the sleeping
bag, he left his briefs behind.  He walked, naked, over to the side of
Neal's bed.

"Floor's hard," he said in a tight voice.  "Let me get in your bed."  He
held his breath.

After a moment's hesitation, Neal moved under to scoot over to the side
of the bed.  It wasn't a double bed, but it wasn't a single bed, either.
His mother had called it a "three-quarters" bed, sort of an in-between
size.  There was room.

Phil didn't know if Neal realized he was naked or not.  He slipped in
under the sheet, and as he adjusted himself to the space his leg slid
along Neal's.  Neither boy said anything.  Phil could see well enough in
the dim light to know that Neal was on his side, facing away from Phil.
Phil was nervous now.

He got on his side, facing Neal's back, and scooted a little closer.  His
dick was hard and no more that an inch from Neal's thighs.  He couldn't
tell if Neal was asleep or not, but he hadn't said a word. He couldn't be
asleep yet.  He scooted just a little closer.  Neal had to be aware of
that.  And Phil's dickhead touched the back of Neal's thigh.  Neal had to
be aware of that.

Phil propped himself up on one elbow and reached over his
friend, grasping Neal's hand.  He pulled Neal's hand back and closed it
over his hard dick, his own hand covering it.

"There's nothing like it, Neal," Phil said quietly. "Feeling another hand
on your dick is so hot."  He slowly released his own hand and breathed a
sigh of relief when Neal's hand remained around his dick.

"Let's do it together, Neal.  We can jerk each other off.  I don't care
if you can't cum; it'll still feel great for both of us, I promise."

As he spoke, his hand lay for a moment on Neal's briefs at his hip, then
slid over and down to the front.  His hand lay on Neal's pubic bone for a
moment.  Neal didn't say a word.  He didn't move his own hand on Phil's
dick, but he didn't remove it, either.

Phil was close enough to Neal now that he could smell him.  He'd never
noticed that before, the scent a guy has when he's fresh from the shower.

Phil pulled his hand up to the waistband of Neal's briefs and slid his
fingers inside, his fingertips touching the warm skin at the pubic bone
with no cotton to interfere with the smoothness.  His fingers slid down
to the base of Neal's dick.  It was hard.  Good.  Phil couldn't see the
front of his friend's briefs, but he knew he was hard.  His fingers began
to slide down the shaft from the base to the...

Holy fuck!  His fingers kept moving down...  He reached for the dickhead
and slid his hand between the heat of Neal's cock and the cotton holding
him in.  Holy fuck!

"Shit, Neal... Damn... Neal, you're so big.  I mean... Fuck, Neal, your
dick is... How long is it?"

Phil threw away all caution now and sat up, causing Neal's hand to lose
its grip on his cock.  Phil used both hands to roll Neal over -- and Neal
didn't resist -- and pulled his briefs down.  What sprang up to meet his
astonished look was a dick bigger than any he'd seen before.  Bigger than
any of the Jerkoffs, even Steve.

He looked up at Neal's face and saw that his eyes were closed.  He
reached for that hard dick and put his hand around it.  He stroked it
once from the base to the cockhead.  Neal was breathing deeply, but he
still hadn't said a word.

"Tell me, Neal," Phil whispered.  "Come on, you got to know.  How big is
it?  How big's your dick, Neal?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do.  Tell me," Phil said, "how big?"

"Five inches," Neal said quietly.

Fuck!  Five inches, and he's only eleven.  Phil suddenly didn't care to
be cautious and careful any more.  He reached over his friend to the
lamp on the bedstand and turned it on.  An eleven-year-old dick was lying
on the belly of his friend, and it was every bit of five inches.  Neal
was cut, like the other boys, and...damn.  His cockhead was larger around
than his shaft.  It was a deep red, and... Damn.  There was a little
string of...

"Neal." Phil's voice reflected his amazement.  "You've got precum.  You
can cum."

Phil waited for a response, but there wasn't one.

"Neal, how long have you been able to cum?"

"I don't know..." Neal said in his quiet voice.

"Yes, you do, buddy.  How long?"

"Maybe three months or so," Neal said.

"You mean you were barely eleven when you started to cum?  Fuck, Neal, I
couldn't cum until I was past twelve!  Why didn't you tell me?"  Phil
realized it was a silly question the moment he'd asked it.  Neal didn't
talk about things like that.

His hand had slowly begun to move up and down the warm cock.  If felt a
lot like his own, Phil thought.  But...damn...thicker.  He stroked it and
reached for his own cock.  The difference in size was very noticeable
now, and Phil felt...  What did he feel?

Was he jealous?  No.  Well, maybe a little bit.  But he was excited!
He'd wanted to see Neal's dick for the longest time, and now it was
something he could hardly believe.  Not only could he see it, but he was
holding it in his hand!

He lay back on the bed without removing his hand from Neal's dick, then
took Neal's hand and put it around his own cock.  The boys lay there
quietly for a moment, each stroking the other.  Phil began to groan a
little, but, while Neal made no sound at all, his grip on Phil's cock was
steady and regular in its stroke.

Suddenly Neal sat up and positioned himself so he could look at Phil's
dick, still in his hand.

"You've got a great dick, Phil.  I knew you would."

Phil was astonished when Neal lowered his head and licked around his wet
cockhead.  Neal's whispy blond hair fell over his face, but Phil could
see his friend's lips and tongue as Neal opened his mouth and took Phil's
cockhead inside.

"Ooooo...my god, Neal...   Omygod  omygod..."  Phil felt he could hardly
breath as Neal's tongue raced over the cockhead in his mouth. He felt the
tongue move around the side of it, across his peehole, underneath...
"Ooooo fuck..."

Neal was sucking as he lowered his head to take a bit of Phil's shaft
inside.  His lips tightened as he moved up and down a little faster.
Phil struggled to move his hips, but Neal's hand held tight to the base
of the dick he was sucking.  Neal finally got his lips all the way down;
he could feel those few blond hairs against his lips...

"Oh god, Neal...you're making...me...gonna...cum..."  The last word left
Phil breathless as he felt the tightness inside him growing.  He sucked
in a lungful of air and moaned a long, low note of pleasure.  He knew he
would cum...  He couldn't do anything else but cum...  He was helpless...

There was a jolt that began just under his pubic bone.  His balls pulled
up tight against him, and his cock pulsed wildly as it shot his cum into
Neal's mouth.  Neal continued to suck, and he was rewarded by another
shot, then a third.  Phil was unable to say a word as Neal sucked the
last of his cum from his cockhed.

Neal lay back on the bed, and Phil had to recover from a lot -- from the
blow job, from the awesome experience of getting it from his best friend,
from the surprise of Neal's cock, from the virtual attack on his own cock
by a guy he though would probably never even jerk off with him.  Damn.
Neal had sucked his cock!

Finally, Phil sat up.  Neal's cock was just as hard as ever -- and just
as long.  Phil felt a deep need inside somewhere, and he raised that cock
to his lips.  He shivered when he felt the slickness of the precum
against his lips.  He licked at Neal's precum, then his tongue tasted
every bit of skin on that cock, from the peehole to the base of the
shaft.  He licked up and down all five inches, then around it.  He sucked
at the cockhead, then took it in his mouth.  It felt huge.

It was too big for him to move his mouth all the way down, as much as he
wanted to.  So he moved up and down as much as he could, remembering,
from his experience at the store, to pay special attention to that spot
under the cockhead.  Neal was moaning, and Phil was strangely happy he
could please his friend.

Very soon Neal was ready to give everything to Phil.  With a long grunt,
he shot three times, and Phil found his mouth filled with an awesome
slick and tangy taste.  It was different that his own cum.  Only a few
drops of it, but Phil licked it all around his mouth, not wanting to lose
that taste.  The first cum he'd tasted other than his own.  Neal's dick
was still partly hard as Phil let it drop from his mouth.  He lay back on
the bed and closed his eyes.

It had happened.  He had done it with his best friend.  He realized, now,
that he had been wanting this, hoping to share this pleasure, with his
best friend for a long time.  And it had happened.  He inhaled deeply and
let out a very long sigh of pleasure.

Phil was feeling satisfied, happy, when he felt something else.  Oh god!
He looked down, and Neal was sucking his cock again.  It was so sensitive
now, it was almost painful.  He groaned.  He could hardly stand it.

Still Neal sucked.  He licked down Phil's shaft and began to lick his
balls.  Phil gasped at this new sensation.

"Oh fuck, Neal...oooooo..."  Phil did not even realize he'd spoken.

Neal's tongue was between Phil's balls, then on one side, then on
another.  Then under the still-developing ballsac.  His tongue tasted
dick and balls, and his nose inhaled a scent he'd never known before, the
scent of a boy in heat.  Neal moved his tongue to the base of Phil's dick
and licked rapidly, as though he couldn't get enough of the taste and
texture.

Phil felt the warm lips actually kiss his cock, kiss and then lick, lick
and then suck...  His cockhead was surrounded by warmth suddenly as it
entered the wetness of Neal's eager mouth.  Phil groaned.

Phil couldn't cum.  He had just cum.  He needed to cum.  He wanted
release.  It wouldn't happen.  It couldn't happen again.  He was moaning
as though he were being tortured, but Neal's surprisingly strong hands
held his hips in place as his tongue continued its work.

It took longer this time, and Phil wasn't sure he could stand the tension
inside his body, and his cock was so very sensitive...

"Ooooo...ooooo fuckfuckoooo..."  His cock was swollen and red; it
glistened with the wetness left by Neal's mouth.  Phil couldn't look at
it any longer.  His head fell back onto the pillow, and his eyes closed.

Then, without any kind of warning at all, a hot burning sensation lept
from his groin into his cock.  His cock spasmed once, twice, in Neal's
mouth.  Neal licked the smaller amount of cum Phil had produced this time
until the cockhead was completely clean of it.  Then he lay back on the
bed.

Phil's mind was blank for a moment.  Had it really happened?  But it was
all real.  Neal, the boy who might have been embarrassed at the smallness
of his dick, who might have been unprepared to let other boys know he
couldn't cum...that boy was gone.  Neal, who had been so shy he wouldn't
even talk abut sex, who never let himself be seen naked...  Neal had five
inches of cock!

And Neal had sucked him twice...

Twice!

This was a different Neal, Phil decided.  And he sure liked this Neal.
A lot.


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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).