Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2008 13:08:27 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 15 & 16

This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young
boys, including their sexual experiences and those with other boys.  If you
are not 18 years of age, or if it illegal for any reason for you to read
such material, you are to leave now.

Copyright 2008, Charles Hughes  All rights reserved

I will try to answer all emails:  the.empty.room@hotmail.com

A note to readers: In this chapter, Danny and James continue to enjoy a
second summer with the Springfield Summer League baseball team.  This
summer is described from the viewpoint of a younger member of the team in
"The Springfield Jerkoffs" (Young Friends, June 6 2007).  These few
chapters describe that same summer from the viewpoint of Danny and James.



JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 15


James was on Danny's bed; it was time to recorganize his own baseball
cards.  Danny was supposed to be helping, but his attention had wandered.

"Earth to Danny... Earth to Danny..."  James was waiting for the handful
Danny was supposed to have been arranging.

"Oh," Danny started.  He grinned.  "Sorry."

"So what's got you thinking so seriously?" James asked.

"You know what happened when all the Jerkoffs got together this afternoon?"
Danny looked serious, too.

"Yeah, sure," James answered.  "We all jerked off."

Danny gave a snort and socked James a love tap on his shoulder.

"It's getting to be a little different now, you know?"  Danny said.

"Like how?"

"Well," Danny answered, "like... like when Steve was showing Phil how to
French kiss."

"Now that," James said with emphasis, "was hot!"

He and Danny had been next to each other, naked, like all the other guys,
slowly stroking each other.  They had overheard the conversation between
Steve and Phil as they were jacking each other...

......

... "It takes a little practice that kind of kissing," Steve said, "to do
it right, but the girls love it."  Actually, Steve didn't know that from
personal experience, but that's what he'd heard.

"How do you practice?" Phil asked.  He laughed a little.  "Kiss your
mirror?"  The other boys had been listening, and they laughed, too.

"You find somebody to practice with, so you can do it right," Steve
answered.  "You want to learn?"

Uh...I guess..."

Steve reached up and put his hand around the back of Phil's head and pulled
him down slowly to his face.  Phil seemed too surprised to resist.  He was
more surprised when he felt Steve's lips on his own -- Steve was kissing
him!

He felt the warmth of Steve's larger lips, and for some reason he didn't
resist.  Then Phil felt the wetness of the older boy's tongue licking
against his lips.  Something happened which Phil didn't understand, but it
happened so quickly he didn't really have time to think about it.  His lips
were spread open by Steve's tongue, and his own tongue met it, licked it.

A jolt shot through Phil's body.  Even his dick responded.  He found
himself slowly licking and tasting Steve's mouth, his own tongue pressing
deeper into the teen's mouth!  Steve's tongue seemed to wrap itself around
his own tongue as Steve moved it rapidly.


Phil had to pull away to catch his breath, and when he glanced over at
Danny and James he saw that they were kissing, too.  But their arms were
around each other...

Phil moved his face back to Steve, and they resumed their interrupted kiss.
This time their tongues moved more slowly, almost lazily, around the warm
mouths.  Finally, Steve broke the kiss.

"See?"  Steve grinned.  "Like that.  That's what they want if you want to
get them turned on."

Fuck, Phil thought.  Or if you want to get me turned on!  He looked at
Steve's cock and wasn't surprised to see that it was rock hard and leaking
precum.  A primitive urge from somewhere made him reach out for that big
cock as he leaned in for another kiss.  He felt Steve's hand on his own
dick.

For several moments they kissed deeply, their tongues and their hands
moving quickly.  Phil knew he was about to cum, but he couldn't stop the
kiss, didn't want to stop the kiss...  He came hard in Steve's hand while
his tongue was still in the teen's mouth, and he felt Steve's cock throb as
it shot his cum into Phil's own hand.

He and Steve pulled away from each other, panting.  God, Phil thought.
What the fuck happened?  He was almost afraid to look over at Steve.  But
when he looked, the teen was grinning at him, licking Phil's cum from his
fingers.  Phil couldn't take his eyes away from Steve as he raised his own
hand up to lick Steve's cum.

Phil glanced at Danny and James, who were just releasing each other from
their long kiss...

.........

"Well," Danny said, "we kissed, too.  Right there in front of everybody."

"So?  They were already kissing when we started.  They even jacked off
while they were kissing -- we didn't do that."  James wasn't sure where
Danny was going with this.

"I just wonder if it's a good idea, that's all.  For us to do it like that,
I mean.  I mean, won't they know we're gay?  What if they think we're gay?"
Danny had a worried look on his face.

"Well, they were kissing, and they aren't gay," James said.  "Steve sure
isn't.  We heard him talk about getting a blowjob from Maryjane Kopek and
sneaking a tongue kiss in, too."

"I don't know.  What I mean is, I think maybe we should be really, really
careful.  What if somebody just guessed at it, about us, I mean, and then
saw us doing that stuff..."  Danny sounded uncertain.

"We got to be careful, that's for sure," James said.  "But out there, with
the Jerkoffs, it's just a bunch of guys getting horny with each other,
that's all.  None of them think it's really gay stuff or they wouldn't be
doing it."

James carefully placed the stacks of cards on the side table and moved over
next to Danny.  "Danny, we're careful.  Nobody is going to say anything to
anybody."  He moved close enough to rub Danny's back, and Danny leaned into
him.

"I love you, James," he said. "I just don't want anything bad to happen."

James kissed Danny on the cheek, then they put their arms around each other
for one of their long, deep kisses -- the kind they'd been exchanging, with
some of the Jerkoffs doing the same thing, that afternoon.

"I love you, sweetcakes," James whispered as they hugged.

Danny smiled.  "Sweetcakes?  What's that all about?"

"That's you, Danny.  My sweetcakes," James said as he spread little kisses
over Danny's neck and shoulder.  "My sweetcakes," he murmured.

They rocked slowly back and forth after they parted, side by side, their
arms still locked together.

They couldn't have a sleepover that night.  After practice the next
afternoon, they went back into the woods with the other Jerkoffs, and
Danny's reservations seemed to have been satisfied.  Just a bunch of
ordinary guys sitting around pumping their hard dicks.  And Danny came as
hard as anybody else.  Except Chap and Nick, of course.

On the way home afterwards, some of the boys were walking together.  Danny
and James split up when they reached Danny's house, so James and Nick were
the only two still together.

"Hey, James," Nick said.  "Ah... can I ask you something?"

"Sure, buddy," James said.

They sat down under a shady maple on a corner.  Nick started playing in the
dirt, as though he'd had second thoughts about wanting to talk.

"So, what is it, Nick?"

"Um... well, not really anything, really..."

"Sure it is," James smiled.  "Or you wouldn't have wanted to talk about
it."

"Um... It's just... I mean, me and you don't know each other too well, and
I didn't get to play much last year, and I'm just out of the sixth grade
and all..."  Nick stopped.

"No, maybe not," James said.  "But I like you, and we've sort of gotten to
know each other with the Jerkoffs, right?  I mean, we sure see a lot of
each other there, if you know what I mean."  He laughed.

Nick giggled.  Then he looked around to make sure nobody could hear.

"It's sort of about the Jerkoffs," Nick started.  "But not really.  I mean,
it's about me and Chap."

"What about you and Chap?" James asked.

"No, it's really about me, I guess.  But Chap, too, sort of..."

"Look, Nick, just ask me your question, okay?"

"Um... Well, do you think I'm... fat.  Too fat...?  Nick turned bright red.

"Fat?"  James sounded surprised.  "Of course not, buddy."

"I mean..."  Nick started talking really fast now because he really wanted
to say it all before he chickened out.  "I mean, Chap and me have been best
friends since we were little kids and I really want him to like me but he's
so good looking and I've always been too chubby, everybody says so, my mom
and the doctor, and I just don't want Chap to be... ashamed of me."

Now he was more embarrassed than he'd ever been before in his entire life.

James took him very seriously, though.  It was a very serious matter to
Nick, so it was a very serious matter.

"Naw, not a bit, Nick," James said.  Maybe you think so because Chap is so,
you know, slim..."

"No," Nick interrupted.  "I've always weighed too much."  Now that he'd
gotten the worse part out of the way, he could talk about it.  "Ever since
I was really little.  Mom and the doctor put me on a kind of diet, which
wasn't too bad, and I lost some weight.  But I still weigh more than
anybody else in the sixth grade."

"Two things, buddy," James began.  "First, you're not fat, not by a long
shot.  Okay, so you're a little on the chubby side, but what's wrong with
that?  There must be lots of cute guys who are on the chubby side."

"You... think I'm cute?"  Nick sounded amazed that James would think of him
that way.

"Sure you are," James said.  "And, remember, I've seen more of you than
most guys have."  He grinned.

Nick giggled.  "Yeah, I guess you have.

"Second thing," James resumed.  "Chap's your best friend, right?  Has been
for a long time, right?  Well, then, doesn't seem it makes much difference
to him, does it?  You're best buddies, and that's because he wants it that
way as much as you do."

"You think?"  Nick sounded as though he still wasn't sure.

"Sure!  Hey, I've seen you two dudes together out there in the woods, don't
forget.  It's plain as day that both of you are having fun.  Am I right?"

Nick started giggling again and blushed deeply.

"You're a nice kid, Nick.  We all know that.  And I don't think anybody
knows it as much as your buddy.  And I don't think anything else matters to
him, just how much he likes you."

Nick was silent for a while.  James slipped his arms around Nick's
shoulder, and Nick leaned into him for a minute.  When he looked up, James
saw the boy's eyes were wet.

"Thanks, James," Nick whispered with a little difficulty.

They were silent again.  James was waiting to see if Nick had anything else
he wanted to say when he suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, Nick, why are you asking me this?  I don't mind -- just wondered
why."

Nick stood up and dusted off the seat of his jeans.  "'Cause you're the
best looking guy on the team, and I figured you'd tell me the truth about
how I looked."

Nick gave James a big grin and ran off down the street.

Best looking guy on the team?  No, James, thought.  Not by a long shot.
Steve was.  And Danny was sure better looking than he was, James thought.

Danny came over for supper and another sleepover.  After they played some
poker and video games, they took their shower and climbed into bed.

"Sure glad you got a double bed," Danny said.

"What, you don't want to get too close to me?" James asked in mock
disappointment.

Danny answered by rolling over on top so their naked bodies were touching
in every place they could manage.  They laughed and wiggled against each
other, feeling their hard dicks between them.

When they quieted James told Danny about his conversation with Nick.  "I
still don't get why he asked me.  I'm not the best looking guy on the
team."

"He thought you were, James," Danny said, "so that's why he asked.  And I
just happen to agree with him."

"Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  It's you, my pretty Danny," James smiled.  Then he
got a more serious face.  "I mean it, Danny.  I've always thought you were
so handsome.  It's one of the first things I thought the first time I met
you -- remember? -- when you moved to town."

"You're so sweet to me," Danny murmured into his ear.

They lay together cuddling for a bit longer, then James reached between
them and closed his hand around Danny's dick.  "And this is the prettiest
part of you, pretty boy."

He slid down in the bed and began to lick Danny's dick.  He licked all
around the head, then up and down the sides.  They'd learned just where to
lick on the underside of their cockheads, and James spent a lot of time
with his tongue and lips there.

"Uhhhhh... aaaaa James James James..."

James licked down to Danny's balls then, using his tongue to shift them
from side to side.  Danny groaned.  James kissed each of his balls and
licked underneath his ball sac.  He slipped his fingers lower and into
Danny's crack; one finger moved upward and caressed his tight puckerhole.

"MMMmmmmm... so good so nice... oooooo" Danny spread his legs, and James
flicked his finger over his hole while he moved the flat of his tongue more
rapidly all over Danny's balls and dick.  He moved fast.  He touched every
part of Danny's sex.

"Agggg... oh James..."

James moved up just enough that he could slip Danny's dickhead into his
mouth.  He tasted that warm smoothness of his precum.  He sucked gently at
the tiny lips, then moved his tongue rapidly all around Danny's hard
throbbing cockhead.

"Jaaaaames I got to... ooooooo... I'm...

And suddenly James was rewarded with the hot tang, the sweet and salty
cream from deep inside Danny, deep inside, so rapidly, almost violently
thrust out of those little lips, filling his mouth again, then again,
tasting Danny, loving his Danny...

"AWwwwwwwww... guuuuuuuuu..."  Danny shoved his cock into James as though
he wanted his balls and ass and all the rest of him to follow.  The heat of
his cum seared the center of his dick, throbbing and convulsing inside
James...

Finally, Danny relaxed on the bed.  Completely exhausted, drained.  He felt
like weeping.  He felt like laughing.  He felt like singing at the top of
his lungs.  James had swept him away, swept him up, into such blissful
sweetness...

They fell asleep, as they so often did these days, in each other's arms.



JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 16


"So what are we going to do?" Danny asked.

"We're going to go," James said.  "Don't you want to go?"

"Yeaaah," Danny said slowly.  "But I'm not sure I have a good feeling about
this.  A sleepover at Phil's?  With his buddy Neal?"

"Why not?  You like Phil, right?" James asked. "And we're all Jerkoffs."

"Yeah, but Neal isn't."  Danny turned to James.  "That the problem.  How
come three Jerkoffs are going to be there, and the fourth guys isn't one of
the team?"

He anticipated James comment and shot him a hard love tap to the shoulder.
"I mean the Jerkoff team, not the baseball team, asswipe!"

"Look, we know Neal's a little uptight about stuff like showering with all
of us, getting naked in front of the guys. Maybe this is Phil's way of sort
of... getting him used to being around guys in the boxers.  Hell, I don't
know!"  James laughed.  "Let's just go and see what happens."

So they agreed.  Next Friday at Phil's house.  Phil's little brother
wouldn't be there, Phil had assured them, since they shared a room.  He was
inviting his best buddy Neal.  Just the four of them.  Movies, popcorn,
video games, cards, whatever.  Lots of fun, Phil promised.

And right as they got there, Phil had whispered to them that he wanted to
be with Neal the way all the Jerkoffs were with each other.  Now Danny and
James knew why they'd been invited.  Not a lot of notice, Danny had
whispered to James, but at least they knew what to expect.

"See, we sort of played with each other's dicks and... well, with you guys
here maybe he'll... you know, want to do more."  Phil shrugged hopefully.

They started the night 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.

Neal and Danny had gotten involved in a baseball video game when Phil got
back, so he and James watched for a while, cheering each of them, About the
end of the third inning, Phil said he needed to piss.

He went into the bathroom and left the door open.  Anyone who wanted to
look 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.  Damn, James thought to
himself.  It's so cool to be able to wag your dick around other guys.  And
get naked.

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 own
dick, and it responded.

"You got a nice dick," Phil said.

"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 their 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!"

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 even though he had a bed.
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 glanced at Danny and James.
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.  Danny was smiling at him, too.

He looked back at Neal.  Neal seemed engrossed in the movie.  Phil scooted
a little closer to his friend.  Their shoulders touched.  Phil's 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.  Phil didn't realize it,
but Danny had seen it on his shelf and had set it out while Phil was
downstairs.

Neal fast-forwarded it to the place where the four boys in the movie were
walking along a railroad track, singing.  Danny and James smiled at each
other.

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.  He and Danny had watched this
movie half a dozen times.  Would they have missed something like that?

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.  "I've never noticed
that before!"

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 boner?"  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, the
others noticed that Phil 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.  Just ordinary boys, only at the moment one of them needed comforting.

Neal stopped the movie at that point.  They all looked at the pair on the
screen for a moment.  "He's the one" -- Neal was pointing to the blond boy
who was crying -- "who pulled the leech off his friend's dick.  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
boyfriends 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, whom Phil had kissed out with the Jerkoffs. 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 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 moved 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 from 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.  Neal's 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, Neal 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.

Naked from his waist to his ankles, Phil's soft dick was 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?  But we've had two sleepovers like
this doing this stuff, you and me.  I mean, okay, not the kissing, but
playing with our dicks.  Why didn't you want to come?  What is it, Neal?
Why are you so... shy about all this stuff?"

"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.  I couldn't
believe it when you first showed it to me!  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!  You're only eleven!"

"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.

"Uooooo...uooooo..."  Little grunts accompanied Danny's cumshots. 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.  We've had two sleepovers when we
did... you know," 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."