Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:40:48 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 21 & 22

This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young
boys, including their sexual experiences 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

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JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 21


Contrary to their expectations, the boys both found very soon that high
school wasn't as bad a they expected.  There was, in fact, a lot more
homework, and they had to discipline themselves to get it done.  Their
mothers helped with that, of course.

Toward the end of the first week, James met Danny in the cafeteria at noon,
but this time there was someone with him.

"Hey, Danny," James said.  He and the other boy set their trays down on the
table.  "This is Ronnie.  He's in my gym class."

"Hi, Ronnie," Danny said.

If Ronnie spoke back, it was too quietly for Danny to hear.  He smiled
nervously and sat down.

Danny suddenly got it.  This was the "poor kid" James had mentioned before
-- the one who got a boner in the shower and got called a queer for it.  He
looked over at James, and James nodded.

The boys talked about classes as they ate, and gradually Ronnie became more
a part of the conversation.  Danny looked him over between bites.  If he
was in the ninth grade, he sure looked young for it.  Unruly brown hair,
cut short.  A little on the skinny side.  And very small.  Looked more
like...

"How old are you?" Danny suddenly asked.

"Mmm, 13," Ronnie said...

Looks more like 11, Danny thought.

"...but I'll be 14 in a couple of months."  Ronnie smiled for the first
time.  "Yeah, I know.  Everybody says so.  I look younger than I am."  He
stopped smiling.  "I hate that shit."

As they continued to talk and eat, Danny suddenly realized that James had
seen Ronnie naked in the shower.  Danny was a little jealous of that; he
wondered what kind of dick this guy had.  He wondered if he'd ever find
out.

"Hey, Jerkoffs!"  Steve suddenly appeared and slapped his tray on the
table.  He then realized there was a "stranger" at the table, someone who
had no idea who the "Jerkoffs" were -- and wasn't supposed to!

James smoothed over the greeting by introducing Steve to Ronnie.  "And
Steve's a great baseball player.  Basketball, too.  'Course, he's built for
it."  It was James' turn to be a little embarrassed.

"So, how's high school so far, Steve?" Danny asked.  That was all it took,
he thought.  Just a reference to the Jerkoffs and Steve's build and I'm
hard already.  Shit!

The conversation turned to safer subjects, and the four whiled away the
rest of the lunch hour talking and laughing.

Looks cute when he laughs, Danny thought when he saw Ronnie grinning.

And they talked about Ronnie at their sleepover Saturday night.

"He's cute; I like him," Danny said.

"I don't think he has a lot of friends," James said.  "In gym class he
usually just sits in the bleachers by himself and watches everybody else.
And he gets teased at lot because of his size."

"His size?"

"Yeah," James continued.  "He's so short and all."  He grinned.  "And his
size down there, too."  He wiggled Danny's dick in his hand.

"How big?"  Danny was curious.

"Looked like about three inches when I first saw his boner in the shower,
but it looked more like four when I saw it the second time," James
answered.

"Three?  Wow, that is kinda of little," Danny said.  "Even four. But, then,
he's still 13."  He looked at James' five inch hardon and tried to imagine
it when it was only three inches.

"Maybe a little bigger.  I think probably more like four.  But they tease
him so much!  I wonder..." James stopped.

"...if he needs a friend?" Danny finished for him.  "Maybe two friends?"

James grinned.  "You like him don't you?  I was wondering about maybe
asking him over after school some day."

"Instead of me?"  Danny exaggerated his pretend pout.

"You, too, doofus."

Ronnie was put on the back burner as Danny licked at Jame's precum.  James
rolled onto his back and held his legs against his chest with his hands.

Danny accepted the invitation with a grin.  He scooted closer and licked at
the balls hanging between James' legs.  He loved rolling James' balls with
his tongue, moving the sac from side to side, sucking lightly on it.  Then
his tongue followed the line of skin down lower, into the crack.  And he
found James' pucker waiting for him, pulsing for him.

He licked at it, and James moaned.  Danny swirled his tongue around it,
then back and forth over it.  He tightened his tongue, pointed it, and
pressed at the tiny hole.

"Oooo yea Danny..."

Danny could feel James relax, and he pressed his tongue inward, opening the
special place no one but him had been before.  His tongue slowly circled
the ring of muscle, helping it to relax a little more, and then his tongue
entered a little farther.  He felt the smooth, almost velvety, walls around
his tongue, and he moved the tip of his tongue around, up and down, around.

"Danny... please fuck me now..."  James was ready.

Danny put some lube around and in James' hole and then on his throbbing
dick.  He centered his cockhead on James' entrance and slid slowly inward.
He sucked in his breath at the awesome feeling of James' ring sliding
around his cockhead, accepting it.  Slowly, he pressed himself inward.

He looked up at James' face.  James' eyes were on him, his mouth slightly
open.  He began to pant a little as Danny continued to enter.  And then the
boys were locked together, held together by that special connection.

Danny gently began to rock against James, and then he slowly began to fuck.
James moaned, and his eyes closed at the overwhelming feeling inside him,
the feeling his lover brought to him.  Danny fucked a little faster,
feeling something inside him, too.

Moans from both boys filled the bedroom, and soon a gentle slapping sound
joined the moans, the sound of Danny's balls hitting against James' ass.
Danny fucked faster, his moans now sounding more like coos as he moved
inside the love tunnel James offered him.

It would happen soon, he knew.  His belly was knotting, the heat was
building.  James' moans were urging him on.  He reached for James' dick and
began to jerk it rapidly.  James reacted by pressing himself harder onto
the cock inside him.

Danny increased the speed of his hand on James' dick, and it felt it
stiffen more; he actually saw the dickhead swell.  At the same moment, he
saw James' cum shoot into the air, he also felt James' ring tighten around
his cock. That was all it took.

"Gonna... oooooo I'm cummmminnnn..."  Danny thrust hard against James as
his first shot blasted into James, and then he gave himself up to his cock,
which throbbed each time it shot another load of his cream into his
boyfriend.

His balls emptied, his wet dick slid out, and he fell forward onto James as
James' legs fell to the bed.

There were tears in Danny's eyes.  He couldn't help it.  He let them flow,
and he cried softly on James' shoulder.  He cried in joy, in satisfaction,
in gratitude for the love radiating between the two.

James hugged him close.

The football season started with a big pep rally to which all the students
went, and Danny and James were caught up in the excitement as much as
anybody else.

"Going to the football game tonight?" Steve shouted as he walked up next to
them.

"Hey, want to go, Danny?"

"Sure.  Got to ask my mom first, but she'll say it's okay."  Danny turned
to Ronnie.  "Want to go?"

They agreed to meet at the main gate to the football field before the game.
Their moms dropped them off and left for a movie; Ronnie was already
waiting for them.

"Hey, buddy!"  James tapped fists with Ronnie, and the boy beamed at him.

Danny wanted to hug him but knew that would not be a good idea.  When Steve
arrived they found seats in the stand.  Danny and James sat so their butts
were touching, but they figured that was all right.  The stand was crowded.

They were all cheering the first touchdown when a familiar voice broke
through the crowd.

"Hey, Steve!  Danny!  James!"  A figure ran though the fans standing in the
asile, and they recognized Phil.

"Hey, dude!" James called to him.  "What are you doing at a high school
game?"

The boys all sat down again, even more crowded together since Phil joined
them.

"Since when can't a seventh grader come to a high school game?" Phil asked
with a grin.

"As long as you cheer for Springfield!" Steve called.

They realized that Ronnie didn't know Phil, and they told them who he was
-- omitting that he was one of the Jerkoffs.  Their attention wavered from
the game as it proceeded since they wanted to catch up on things with Phil.

"How's Neal?" James asked, carefully to glance at Ronnie in a way Phil
would know not to say too much.

"Sick.  Got a cold or something.  Haven't seen him for three days, and I
miss him."  Phil stopped.  With a new guy present, that was saying enough.

At halftime they all went to the restroom.  They had to wait in line
because of the crowd, and it was a stall that opened up when it was Danny's
turn.  He closed the door behind him, peed in the stool, and toyed with his
dick a minute.  How cool would it be to stand there and jack off with all
those people out there?  He almost giggled at the thought, but he put his
dick away.

They went next to the refreshment stand, and they had to wait in line
there, too.  They didn't get their sodas and popcorn until the second half
had already started.  On their way back to their seats they walked behind
bench where the home team was seated.

"Oh my god!"  Phil stopped in his tracks.

"Huh?"

"What?"

Phil hurried along at twice the speed.  The others rushed to catch up with
him.

"What was that...?"  James started.

"That guy -- on the team -- oh my god -- that's him!"  Phil was so excited
he was shaking his popcorn out of the sack.

"Him who?" Danny asked.

"What's going on?" Ronnie chimed in.

"It's him, the guy..." -- Phil lowered his voice so much they hard trouble
hearing -- ..."who sucked my dick at the store right at the beginning of
last summer."

"What?!?"  All three of the others responded together.

"Can't tell you here; let's go somewhere else," Phil whispered.

They left the stands again, ignoring the irritated looks of the people who
had to move out of the way, and found a dark corner around from the
restrooms.

"He sucked me, you guys!  His name's Mike."  Phil was rushing to tell the
story now.  "Worked at that big store at the mall.  I went in to get... it
was a jock strap.  For summer baseball.  He took me to one of those rooms,
and... I don't remember everything, but, damn, he sucked my dick.  He was
fantastic!"

"Who?  Who are you talking about?" Steve asked.

Ronnie was listening to the conversation with wide eyes.

"The guy on the team.  His name's Mike.  He's number..."  Phil stopped to
remember.  "Number 34."

Steve went around to the front of the stands to check, and they were
waiting for him when he got back.

"Oh, shit, man -- you know who that is?"  Steve's eyes were as wide as
Ronnie's.  "That's Mike Henderson!"

"Yeah, Mike; that's his name," Phil agreed.

"No," Steve hurried on.  "You don't understand.  He's the quarterback.
He'll be on the all-state team next year; everybody says so.  Mike
Henderson!"

"Mike Henderson sucked your dick?"  Danny was astounded.  "In a store?"

"He worked there.  I went back another time, but he didn't work there
anymore."  Phil was unconsciously rubbing his crotch.

"You got your dick sucked?"  Ronnie couldn't believe the conversation.

"Come on, guys," James said.  "Let's go watch him."

For the rest of the game they watched #34 more than the game.  He was in
and out a couple of times, and he seemed pretty big.  His legs carried him
around gracefully, and his face gleamed in the lights.  Every now and then
he'd wave to someone in the crowd.

When the game was over -- Springfield won -- Phil wanted to run down before
the team left the field.  He wanted to say hello.  James wasn't sure that
was a good idea, but Phil was already gone.  The rest followed him.

At the edge of the field players and fans were mixing, exchanging
congratulations, and calling greetings.  Phil found Mike getting a hug from
a woman, and a little boy was hugging him around the waist.

"Um... hey, ah."  Phil suddenly became very shy.  "Uh, hi.  We... Remember
me?"

James was ready to pick Phil up off the ground when the time came.

But Mike smiled at Phil.  "Yeah, I think I do.  Can't remember the name,
sorry."

"It's Phil, and these are my friends," he said, motioning to the three
boys.

"Yeah, Phil.  I remember."  Mike grinned broadly. "And this is Adele, the
woman I work for sometimes, and this little guy is her son, Robbie, my
friend."  Mike lay his hand on the little boy's shoulder.

"Well, um..." Phil didn't know what else to say.  "Uh, good game.  Great
game!"

The three added their congratulations to Phil's, and there was nothing left
to do but to say goodby and leave.

"That guy sucked your dick?" Ronnie asked as they left the field.

"Shhhh!  Somebody will hear you!" Danny shushed him.

They walked a little farther to the place where their rides would pick them
up.

"Mike Henderson!" Steve could hardly believe it.

"But that's a secret!" Phil said quickly.

"Yeah, Steve, we can't let anybody know that," James said.  That wouldn't
be right."

"Yeah, sure, I agree," Steve said.  "Mike Henderson."

Steve's ride came first and then Ronnie's.  Ronnie said goodby to them in a
bit of a daze, his eyes still wide at the revelations he'd heard.

Danny and James stood waiting for their moms, thoughts of Mike Henderson
forgotten.  James was sleeping over at Danny's that night.  Their thoughts
were now aimed in that direction.  Their dicks were already getting hard.




JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 22


They'd already gotten the first snow of winter when they decided to invite
Ronnie to a sleepover.  They had talked about it several times -- and
changed their minds several times -- before the final decision.  Ronnie
just wasn't doing very well at school: no friends, a lot of teasing, even
skipping some days.  The boys decided they might not be making love that
night, and there might or might not be a little sex, but the right thing to
do was to support Ronnie a little.

It was at James' house, since he had the bigger bedroom, and James had even
cooked supper for them: spaghetti with meatballs, salad, Texas toast, and
chocolate pudding for dessert.

"Wow, this is good!" Ronnie said at the table.  "You did all of this?"

"Sure he did," Danny assured him.  "James is a regular chef."

They all helped clean up, and then they went up to James' room.  They let
Ronnie choose a movie, and when it was over they started a poker game.  The
poker game was selected from several choices given Ronnie, but it was James
who decided he'd ask if Ronnie wanted to play as he and Danny had been
doing it lately.

"Strip poker?" Ronnie asked.  He giggled nervously.  "You guys do that?"

"Yeah," Danny said.  He wasn't really sure James' idea was a good one.  At
least, for tonight.  "But we don't have to if you don't want."

"Come on," James coaxed; "it'll be cool."

"I played it with my cousin once," Ronnie announced.  "Okay."

Played it with his cousin once, Danny thought, as the hands progressed.
Must have liked it, because he didn't say he wouldn't play.  Danny
manipulated things a bit so he was the first to lose.  Shoes.  According to
their rules, if there were two of a thing -- shoes and socks -- they both
had to come off.  Belts didn't count separately from pants; pants and belts
off at the same time.

It turned out the three were pretty evenly matched in their abilities to
play the game.  It could have been possible that Danny or James fudged a
little.  But soon Danny and James were sitting on the floor in their
t-shirts and boxers.  Ronnie was in his t-shirt and a pair of white briefs.
The two boyfriends cast glances now and then at crotches, and once Danny
caught Ronnie looking at James.  Danny could see that James' dick was rock
hard and pointing down the leg of his boxers where Ronnie could certainly
see something of it.

James was the first to have to pull his boxers off.  He grinned as he
crossed his legs again with his boner pointing up between them.

"Um... my cousin and me, we didn't play it so you had to take off your
underpants," Ronnie said.  His t-shirt was off, and he was becoming more
than a little self-conscious.  His chest was thin and pale; his little
nipples were almost invisible.  His legs were crossed, and there was
something poking at the front of the crotch in his briefs.

"But it's stip poker, and that means all the way," James said.  Can't stop
now, he thought -- that's not fair.  I'm the only one showing my dick.

"We don't have to," Danny started, but Ronnie shrugged and nodded his okay.

Then Ronnie lost the next hand.

"Take them off," James grinned.

"It's just us, Ronnie, so don't worry about it," Danny said.  "It's just a
game..."

Ronnie raised his narrow hips off the floor as he pulled his briefs off.
When he settled back down and crossed his legs again, his boner was
pointing outward.  He was blushing.

Damn, Danny though.  He's got guts.  Danny had never seen Ronnie's dick
before, and he decided there was no reason not to be seen looking, not now.
It was little, as James had said.  Not even four inches.  Thin, but then so
was Ronnie.  His dickhead was bigger around than the shaft, rounded at the
end.  There was a thin sprinkling of little hairs around the base.

James was moving his fingers over his dick slowly.

"You guys... you jack off and all, don't you?" Ronnie was looking at the
floor and not his friends.

"Yeah, sometimes," Danny said.

"See... me and my cousin, we did, too.  Sometimes.  I thought maybe you
guys did."  For the first time since stripping, Ronnie looked up.  "Is that
what you want to do?"

Damn, Danny thought.

"Just because I'm little doesn't mean I can't jack off," Ronnie continued,
a little defensively.  His little hardon wavered in front of him.

The poker game was forgotten.  Danny pulled his boxers off, and now all
three were naked.  Ronnie'e eyes went from James' dick to Danny's dick and
back again, and he was slowly stroking.  Danny was over five inches now,
and James beat him by just a tiny bit -- or at least he had the last time
they'd checked.

"My cousin calls it 'wanking,' jacking off," Ronnie observed.

All three were still stroking slowly.

"How old is he, your cousin?" James asked.

"He's 18," Ronnie said.

Danny tried to picture Ronnie with an 18-year-old -- that would be, like, a
senior in high school!

"You cum?" James asked.

"Sure," Ronnie said, sounding a little defensive.  "It's little, but I can
cum.  Well, not a lot.  Not like you guys, I bet."

"I bet your cousin cums a lot," Danny grinned.  His dick was feeling nice
and hot now.

"Yeah."  Ronnie raised his knees and spread his legs a little wider.  His
hairless balls were bouncing as he jerked.

James asked, "Did you guys ever suck?"

Cool it, Danny thought.  Don't push it.

"Yeah.  He showed me how.  He's gay."  Ronnie stated it as a simple
observation.  He looked up from his dick.  "But I'm not.  You guys didn't
think I was gay, did you?  Just 'cause I spring a boner in the shower?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Danny shrugged.  "Everybody gets hard
sometimes."  Well, now we know not to push things too far, don't we? he
thought.

Ronnie was starting to move his hips from side to side, feeling the heat
inside.  He was feeling... "Mmmmm..."

James scooted closer to him.  "Want to jack each other?" he asked Ronnie.

Ronnie's response was to take James' dick in his hand and slowly stroke.
He grinned at James' as he returned the favor.

"So, did you mean that you sucked him, too, your cousin?" James asked.

"I told you; he showed me how.  Want me to show you?" Ronnie asked.

James stopped stroking Ronnie and stared at him.

"But you got to promise it'll be a secret.  I don't want guys at school to
know.  You guys are okay.  But I don't want anybody else to know."  His
conditions stated, Ronnie leaned toward James' groin, held his dick steady,
and slid it into his mouth.  He began to suck James' cockhead.

James stared at Danny now.  He was being shown how to suck a dick?  By a
little guy like Ronnie?  James' blank look slowly changed into a look of
contentment as Ronnie moved his tongue around his shaft before he returned
to sucking.  Mmm, yes, James thought; this isn't the first time this little
guy's had a dick in his mouth.

Danny moved a little closer to watch.  Ronnie was small, but he was taking
almost all of James' dick into his mouth when he moved downward.

When Ronnie came up for air, he asked, "Who's going to suck me?"

"Let's get up on the bed," Danny said.  And when they rearranged themselves
on the bed it was Danny who leaned in to take Ronnie's dick into his mouth.
Ronnie resumed his sucking of James, and since James wasn't in quite the
position to suck Danny, he reached for his dick and stroked him.

Danny's dick flexed when James took him in his hand, but his mind was
really on the smaller dick in his mouth.  Three inches, four inches,
whatever, he thought.  So much smaller than James in my mouth, so much more
room to lick all over it.  For a second, thoughts of some of the smaller
dicks of a couple of the Jerkoffs flew through his mind, then they were
lost as he focused on the moment.

Ronnie was groaning now as Danny's experienced tongue washed his small dick
around and around.  Following each circling of Danny's tongue, Ronnie
sensed a small suction at his pee hole that made his entire cockhead throb.
The younger boy's moans were translated into vibrations that caused James'
dick to harden in his mouth.

The three readjusted themselves slightly.  James lay on his side and was
finally able to reach Danny's dick with his mouth.  His dickhead, at least.
In the back of his mind James was thinking, Three dicks, three sucking, a
circle suck circlesuck suckingcircle circlesuck dicksuck...

Three young bodies moved gently in irregular motion, rocking, shifting.
Three bodies connected: dick to mouth, dick to mouth, dick to mouth. The
sounds of three boys breathing noisily through their noses, sucking wetly,
moaning softly.  The tempo of sound and motion increased slowly and then
more rapidly.  Six legs began to move, twist, spread, quiver.  Three
bellies tensed.  Three groins were thrust at the mouths working them.  Six
hands were clutching whatever they could reach -- thighs, butts, waists,
arms, backs.

Ronnie was the first to cum.  He didn't release James' dick from his mouth,
so his groans of pleasure were muffled.  He shot his load into Danny's
mouth, and Danny tasted a different flavor, a different consistency as a
warm, tangy wave of young boy cum coated his tongue.

The taste set him off.  The urgency that had been building inside was
released in a sudden burst of his cum into James' mouth, and he felt James
continue to suck for his next shot, then his next.

James had tensed his muscles, trying to keep from cumming in Ronnie's mouth
too soon; he'd wanted Ronnie to cum first.  But he could no longer hold
back what his body insisted be freed, and three hard shots of cum were
thrust into the younger boy's eager mouth.

Ronnie was prepared for the quantity of it.  He swallowed immediately and
then let James' cockhead slip outward just a bit so the remaining shots
filled his mouth.

All three fell to their sides at the same time, breaking the circle of
connected bodies.  Their backs hurt because of the angles at which they'd
been stretching and holding themselves.  Their breathing was loud and
ragged.  And they lay there recovering for a few moments.

"Really awesome," came Ronnie's slow whisper.

Danny pulled himself up to lean on the headboard.  "That was pretty good,"
he agreed.  He couldn't help but grin.  The taste of Ronnie was still in
his mouth.

"Ooooooo yeaaaaa..." James groaned.  He stretched his legs out.  He turned
his face to Ronnie.  "So... that's how you do it, huh?"

Ronnie laughed.  "Yeah.  But I have a feeling you sort of knew how already,
right?"

James grinned.  "I don't suck and tell," he said solemnly.  Then he grinned
again.  They all laughed.

A night of sucking and jacking and thrashing around with three naked bodies
wasn't exactly lovemaking, Danny and James agreed after Ronnie had left the
next morning.  But it was a hell of a lot of fun.

Since James' mom had already left the next morning, after Ronnie went home
they took their time in the shower.  Danny peed on James' leg, and James
aimed his dick so he could hit Danny on his belly.  Danny moved his stream
upward and over, and the two boys stood quietly, enjoying the heat and the
flow of the wetness down their bodies.

When they dribbled their last, they embraced for a long kiss of the kind
they had been unable to enjoy last night.  Their tongues met and licked and
tasted, their lips sucked, their hands caressed.  They had each cum three
times during the night, but it was different now that they were alone.  The
morning woodies had subsided when they needed to pee, but now their dicks
were hard and eager.

As they washed each other, they teased their nipples and buttholes, their
balls and cockheads.  When all the suds and bubbles had been rinsed off,
they separated to stand just inches away from each other.  Danny took
James' dick and began to stroke very slowly.  James did the same for Danny.

Their dicks were side by side at first, and then the boys turned so their
dickheads pointed at each other, their peeholes almost touching.  As they
slowly jacked each other, their cockheads would brush against each other,
bumping gently.  Their balls began to rise as walnut inside prepared to
clench and fire...

James shot his cum first, hitting the top of Danny's cockhead; then a
second shot went farther and hit his shaft.  Danny started to cum then, and
his first shot passed James' next shot to land on James' cockhead.  They
groaned deeply, sounding as though they were in pain, as they continued to
coat each other's cocks with cream fresh and hot from their bodies.

Weakly, they moved back into the spray, leaning into each other to rinse
off.  They dried slowly simply because they had little energy left, and
when they went back into the bedroom they fell onto the bed.  They cuddled
for a little bit, exchanging kisses.

They were exhausted, as ordinary boys would be after a night of sex.  And
they went back to sleep.