Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 15:27:38 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 2

This story is completely fiction.  It is the story of the developing
relationship of two young friends, including their sexual experiences.  If
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JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 2


"Let's watch it later," Danny said.  "I'm tired.  We must have ridden a
hundred miles today!"  He rolled over onto his back with a very
exaggerated sigh.

James laughed.  "Sure, a hundred miles!"  But he put the DVD away and
clicked the TV off.

It hadn't been anywhere near a hundred miles, but the boys had ridden
their bikes much farther out into the county than they ever had before.
At eleven, they weren't supposed to ride outside of town, so that was a
secret.  Well, there was another secret, too; maybe not a secret, but
something ordinary guys just don't talk about.

This first time riding out of town took them away from the park and gas
stations and other places they could stop when one of them needed to
pee.  They had ridden down a dirt road and pulled their bikes to the edge
of a woods to rest a while, and Danny had said he needed to pee.  He
turned towards the woods and unzipped his shorts, pulled his dick out,
and started his stream.

James didn't really think about it because he needed to go, too.  He just
turned around right next to Danny and did the same thing.  He watched
Danny's stream, though, not his own.  He thought, It's okay for boys to
pee together, isn't it?  Sure, why not?

And Danny was wishing James had turned just a little more toward him.  He
could see James' pee stream, but he couldn't see his dick.  Was James
looking at him?  Could James see his dick?  Danny got a little nervous
and put his dick back in his pants as soon as he could.

Neither boy said anything about it, then or later.  Maybe it wasn't
really a secret -- just something you don't talk about.

And they had gotten back exhausted and sweating.  They had taken their
shirts off, as they usually did in the summer heat, so they had only been
wearing shorts.  Danny was staying overnight with James.  They had eaten
the supper James' mom had left for them (she was working late that
night), and then they had taken turns taking a shower.

James had gone first.  He'd been wearing only his shorts all afternoon,
but he was a little embarrassed to undress all the way in front of
Danny.  So he went into the bathroom to undress and shower, returning to
his bedroom in a clean pair of boxers.  Danny followed his example.

They'd been lying on their bellies side-by-side on James' bed to watch a
couple of movies, the first an old monster movie they both made fun of.
The second was a war movie; they'd discovered they both liked those, too.

"Would you have gone to fight?" James asked during a time the hero was
romancing his girlfriend.

"Wouldn't have a choice.  They made you back then -- draft."

"They don't do that anymore, do they, make you go?" James said.

"No, they wouldn't make me go," Danny said as he rolled over onto his
side to look at Danny.  "I'm only eleven."

James giggled.  "I'd go," he said.

"James, the eleven-year-old war hero," Danny grinned.

"You bet!" James jumped up from the bed and spread his arms like a plane;
he began to swoop around the room.  "I'd be in the Air Force, like him"
-- he nodded to the screen -- "and I'd be an ace!"

"James, the eleven-year-old ace!" Danny yelled as he jumped up from the
bed.

As soon as he spread his arms, there were two planes dog-fighting around
the bedroom, booming their canons and rat-a-tatting their guns at each
other.  They turned from opposite sides of the room to fly straight at
each other, colliding and crashing onto the floor.

"I'm dying, wounded to death," Danny screamed as he rolled around in
pretend agony.  "The eleven-year-old ace got me!"

The rolled over each other a few more times -- their moans becoming
laughter -- before the sound of James' mother's voice stopped them.

"What on earth are you boys doing up there?" she called up the steps.

"I was just shot down in mid-air," James called out.  He crawled out into
the hallway to the top of the stairs where his mom could see him.  "I'm
dying, mom, shot down like a dog..."

But Danny was laughing so hard back in the bedroom, James couldn't keep a
straight face any longer; he broke out into giggles.

"Danny, just bury the poor child when it's over, will you?" James' mother
laughed.  "But do it a little more quietly, all right?"

"Sorry, mom; we'll keep it down," James grinned as he miraculously
recovered.

The two plopped back down onto the bed, and their giggles died away as
they watched the rest of the movie.  They were breathing hard from the
exercise, so they were quiet for a few minutes.

Soon Danny noticed that James, who had rested his head on his arms,
had dozed off.  Danny took the opportunity to watch James, not the movie.

He felt a little sneaky, like maybe he was doing something that wasn't
nice.  But he'd always liked watching James when they were playing ball
or riding.  That was okay, wasn't it?  But now he was closer.  He liked
to get as close to him as possible.  Once or twice he had bumped into him
and felt his warm skin.  That was okay; ordinary guys just did that
sometimes when they played basketball or did stuff together.  And James
had done like that to him, too.  Danny wondered if that had been
accidental or deliberate.

He watched James' back move slightly as he breathed.  He could see where
his backbone went down the middle, all the way into the small of his
back.  James' white boxers covered his ass, but Danny could see where
the seat of the boxers had tucked into his crack just a little.  Those
round mounds of ass...  And below were tanned thighs, smooth and strong.

He probably wasn't supposed to look at him like that, but he just
couldn't help it.

Danny looked back up at James' face, which was turned toward him.
James' light brown hair was all messed up.  Except for running his
fingers through it, he hadn't even tried to comb it after his shower.
Danny didn't know boys could have long eyelashes like that.  James' lips
were slightly parted and moved gently as he breathed, deep red and full.

Danny looked away then, afraid James would wake up and see him looking.
James was really good-looking.  In just another minute James stirred and
wakened, and Danny kept watching the movie and tried to forget he'd
done... that.  He also tried to forget that his dick was a little hard,
pressed against the bed.  He was a little ashamed of himself.

So when the movie was over he pretended he was too tired to watch
anything else.  James agreed and went across the hall into the bathroom
for one last piss.  When he came back, Danny took his turn.

This was their first overnight together, and Danny had brought his
sleeping bag.  James helped him spread it out on the floor, and they got
comfortable, James in his bed, and Danny on the floor.

"I had fun today," Danny said.  "And thanks for inviting me over."

"Sure," James answered.

"I can't believe it's almost time for school to start...  and how
different this summer is," Danny said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Danny started.  "Well, when we moved here last June, I was so
mad.  I didn't want to move.  I hated this place.  And I didn't know
anybody here, and I wouldn't know anybody when school started in the
fall.  I just rode my bike around and... I guess I was just feeling sorry
for myself.  But it's all different now."

Danny was remembering the day the doorbell in their new home rang.  He
answered it to find a woman and a boy about his age.  She had a cake in
her hands, and they'd just come from down the street to welcome Danny and
his mom to town.  He had no idea that day that James would become a good
friend.

James was remembering, too.

They'd ridden their bikes all over town as James showed Danny around.
They'd spent time together playing games, shooting hoops, watching
movies, and just talking.  For some reason -- and it didn't even occur to
them to think about it -- they had hit it off immediately.  They had each
found a good friend in the past few months.

"I maybe never said this," Danny said quietly.  "I should have.  Thank
you.  I'm glad your my friend."

James was silent for a moment.  He rolled over to the side of the bed and
looked down at Danny.  He spoke quietly, too.

"You're the best friend I ever had, Danny."  James  rolled back on his
bed and felt his face flush.  He'd never said words like that before, not
to anybody.

"You're my best friend, too," came a whisper from the floor.  "And I
never had a best friend before."

James wanted to say more.  But he wasn't sure just what he wanted to
say.  Or if he should say anything more.  But before he chickened out, he
whispered, "You're like the brother I always wanted."

He wasn't sure Danny had heard him.  Maybe he'd fallen asleep.  Then
James drifted off, too.

The last few days of summer went by too quickly.  The boys were outdoors
as much as possible; too soon they would be spending too much time
indoors.  They went shirtless and played in their shorts; too soon they
would have to wear school clothes most of the time.

The last sleepover before school began was at Danny's house.  This time
James brought his sleeping bag with him.  After their showers, they sat
cross-legged on the floor in their boxers for a long game of Monopoly.
The white of their boxers only emphasized the dark tan both bodies had
gotten over the summer.

It was only natural that, now and then, each boy would glance at the
other.  It was only natural that those glances would sometimes take in
the brown shoulders hunched in concentration over the game.  Or the
darker nipples hardened by the cool air from the air conditioner.  Or the
crotch of the white boxers hiding what boys usually hide from each
other.  Or the inside of thighs, less tanned than the rest of their legs,
spread wide apart, the skin disappearing under those boxers toward that
private place between their legs.  It was only natural.

They did concentrate on the game, however, laughing with each other and
teasing each other about mistakes.  Because they were friends, they
sometimes helped each other with whispered advice about what to buy or
when to build a house or hotel.  They were friends, so that wasn't really
cheating.
And when James won, that didn't really matter.  Danny would probably win
the next time.

James whooped when he bankrupted Danny, though, and Danny's mom called up
from downstairs to tell them it was time to go to bed.

Danny got into his bed, and James crawled into his sleeping bag.  They
said "Nite" to each other and were silent for a bit.

"Did you mean it?" Danny asked quietly.  Maybe James was asleep already.

"Mean what?" James responded from the floor.

"What you said the other night.  About me being like a brother..."

"...I always wanted," James finished for him.  "Yeah.  I meant it."

"If I had a brother, I'd want him to be you," Danny said.  It felt daring
to say such a thing.

Then Danny added quickly, "I wish you were my brother."

James hesitated, then whispered, "I think there's a way."

"What do you mean?" Danny asked.

James thought about it for a moment, and Danny rolled over to look down
at him.  James sat up.

"Well, I read, like, when the Indians wanted somebody to be a brother,
they made them a blood brother," James said.  Was this a silly idea?
Like, a little kid idea?  But he'd already said it.

"Yeah," Danny said slowly.  "I remember.  They... what?  Poked their
fingers to get blood and then held them together..."

"And they were blood brothers," James finished for him, "because their
blood was in each other.  Like, running through their whole bodies."

They both thought about it in silence for a minute.

"Do you want to?" James asked.  He looked up at Danny.

"Yeah," Danny said immediately.  "I want to."

They had to think about how to puncture their fingers without really
making a cut, and Danny suggested a pin; he had some in one of his
drawers.

"Okay, but you better wash it off good, first," James said.

They went into the bathroom together, being very quiet so they wouldn't
wake Danny's mom.  Danny stuck the pin into the bar of soap while James
ran the water until it was hot.  They went back into the bedroom.

"Uh...what do we do?" Danny asked.

"Here, let me," James said, and he took the pin from Danny, careful not
to touch the tip.

He grinned at Danny before he started.  "I guess... this may hurt, but
I'll just try to prick it."

He held Danny's hand open, supporting the index finger, and pressed in
gently.  But it was not enough.  He pressed in again, and Danny jerked a
little with the puncture.  James held Danny's hand for a moment while a
little blood began to collect on the pad of his finger.

Danny followed James' example and held James' hand -- the left one, since
James had done his right.  He liked the feel of it, warm... Maybe he held
it just a bit before he pointed the pin to James' finger.  He pressed and
drew just a drop of blood.  James squeezed his finger until a little more
appeared.

"Okay," James said, "good, now we do this."

He held his hand up, the palm facing Danny, and Danny met it with his own
hand, the fingers matching perfectly.  They pressed their palms together,
putting just a little more pressure on their index fingers where the two
punctures met.

"Our blood is... like, flowing together now.  Right?" Danny asked.

James nodded.  He sort of felt like he sould say something, but he didn't
know what to say.

Danny wasn't looking at their hands; he was looking at James.  When James
met his eyes, they just stood quietly for a bit, hand to hand, eye to
eye.  They breathed carefully, as though they were afraid of interrupting
something almost sacred.

Finally, James whispered, "That should do it.  Now, we're blood
brothers."

As their hands parted, Danny did something that was very much on the spur
of the moment.  He simply threw his arms around James and hugged.  James
was surprised, but he hugged back.

Their heads were side by side, and Danny put his chin on James'
shoulder.  Their bare chests were pressed together, exchanging the warmth
of the two boys.  Unconsciously, they had moved close enough that their
groins were pressed tightly, too.  Their dicks grew and stiffened to meet
each other, as if the sex of the new brothers needed to be somehow
exchanged, too.  They froze in that position, each boy aware of the
other's body, but neither of them embarrassed.  In fact, the hug even
tightened.

They dropped their arms and parted.

And then they were embarrassed.  James' face flushed red.  He had never
touched another boy that way, and he looked down at the floor.  The hug
was a first experience for Danny, too.  He realized that he had never
touched his friend except for a passing brush of shoulder or hand when
they were playing together.  He knew he would never forget it.

James went back to his sleeping bag and got in, almost as though he
wanted to hide his embarrassment.  Danny climbed into bed and turned out
the light next to it.  They lay there silently for a while.

He is so strong, Danny, thought.  And he likes me, I know he does.  Or he
wouldn't have hugged so tight.  Then he remembered they had exchanged
blood.  He raised his finger to his mouth and sucked at it.  He could
taste his blood -- their blood.  Danny's dick was still hard, and he
slowly and carefully pushed his hand down into his boxers.  He was under
the sheets, and he knew James couldn't see from down on the floor.  But
he just had to touch himself.  He remembered James' hardness against him.

It felt good, James thought down in his sleeping bag.  Boys don't hug
each other, he knew.  Well, not very often.  But this was special, when
they became blood brothers, so it was okay.  And it felt so nice to be
close to Danny that way.  James knew his dick was still hard, but he
didn't want to think about that, not in connection with his hugging a
boy.  He wasn't sure that was... well, right.

"We are brothers, now," James said, not realizing he had spoken aloud
until he heard the words.

"Yeah," came Danny's response from the bed.  "Brothers, for real."

No, this wasn't little kid stuff, James thought.  It was something really
important, more like grown-up stuff.  Now we're not just boys, James
thought.  We're blood brothers.

The boys fell asleep, no longer just best best friends, but brothers.
Each knew that was something different, something special.  What they
did not know was that the exchange of blood -- and the hug -- was barely
the beginning of something that would blossom beautifully.

When they woke the next morning, they had forgotten their dreams, as is
often the case.  But somewhere, buried in the depth of their minds, was
the fact that each had dreamed of the other that night.

And the following night as Danny was taking his shower came a moment that
every boy remembers.  He was standing in the corner of the shower, out of
the water, stroking his hard dick and thinking of his blood brother, his
best friend.  Not just thinking about him, but imagining things that had
never happened.  And probably never would.  Imagining touching...

James naked, his hard dick offered to Danny...  Danny lying next to him
stroking James' hard dick while James stroked his...  A hug that became a
kiss while two hard dicks pressed between them...

When he felt his dry cum building inside, he focused on his
dick, imagining it was James' hand, not his.  His insides began that
familiar twisting, with something powerful yearning for release, a
pleasure that urgently needed to run through his dick...

"Uhhhh...uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Danny kept stroking as his eyes
tried to focus on his dickhead, blurred by his hand racing over it, as
he experienced the feeling he loved.  When it was over he let out a long
breath and leaned on the shower wall.  That was one of the biggest, most
overwhelming...

Oh my god, he thought.

He was staring at his hand.  There were two, no three, drops there.  It
was cloudy, but not water.  It was cum!  He had really cum for the first
time.  He raised his hand to his mouth and smelled it, then he licked at
the drops.  Oh, yeah, this was not water.  His own cum.  It happened.
And this is what it tastes like.  He slowly lowered himself to the floor
of the shower and sat there still in the afterglow of that most wonderful
experience he had yet known.

His first cum.

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Danny and James were continuing characters in "The Springfield Jerkoffs,"
posted in Young Friends, June 6 2007.  That story was set during their
14th summer; this is their backstory.