Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:40:56 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 23 & 24

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 23



With two weeks of school left before finals, the boys felt harried and
rushed.  They had never had to study for final exams of this sort before,
and each was more than a little nervous about it.  They studied with each
other for the two classes they shared, helped each other when it was
needed, and complained about all the work.

"Hey, Danny," James said one evening.  They had been cramming in Danny's
room for a while.  "Got a question."

"Mmm."  Danny was immersed in a science text.

"Are you as sick of school as I am?"  James slammed his history notes down.

"No.  More.  I will be so glad when summer gets here," Danny muttered as he
turned a page.

"I need to know something."  James pushed his notes aside.  "Serious."

"Yeah?"  Danny lay his book down.  "What?"

"You know Mark is in my history class, right?"  James had been surprised to
see the skateboarder in that class since Mark was a year ahead of them, but
Mark told him he hadn't passed it the previous year and had to take it
over.  "Well, he doesn't think he's doing so well and... Well, he wants to
sit next to me at the final and maybe copy on the multiple choice part."

"He said that?" Danny asked.

"He doesn't want to flunk a second time," James said.

"So, what did you tell him?"

"Well, I haven't really told him anything, yet."  James' face showed his
uncertainty.  "If we get caught... well, we'd both flunk the final."

"You going to do it?" Danny asked.

"I don't know," James said, obviously frustrated.  "He's a cool guy and
all, but I don't know about the cheating stuff... I just don't feel good
about that."

Danny was quiet for a while.  He was thinking about where he was in his own
studies, what needed to be studied more, what must yet get done before
finals came...

"Look, James," he finally offered.  "Why don't we just tell him we can all
study together?  And all get ready for it?  That would be okay with you,
wouldn't it?  I mean, your grades in there are pretty good, and so are mine
-- so maybe we can help him.  And at the same time we'd be studying, too."

James thought about it.  "If he'd go for it.  See, I think he already knows
I don't really want to do it."

"So, let's ask," Danny said.

Within a couple of days it was all arranged.  The three would meet at
Mark's house, Danny and James bringing their notes, and they'd review the
whole semester together.

Mark's room was in the basement of his house, or at least half of it.  The
whole basement was sort of messy, but he had arranged a bed and couch and a
couple of tables in half of it, using a large cabinet as a closet.  He had
posters of skaters caught in motion hung all around.  The boys were
surprised at how many there were of skaters who were shirtless or whose
pants or shorts hung so low on them you could see way below the
bellybutton.  They pushed the tables together, spread their books and notes
out, and went to work.

Mark was easily frustrated.  At one point he threw his book across the
room.  "Fucking Roman Empire -- who gives a shit!"

"I know," James said.  He wasn't much for history, but he worked at it.

Danny coaxed Mark back, and they set to work again.  He realized it was
taking James and himself twice as long to study for the final as it would
have if they'd been studying on their own, but he didn't want Mark to fail
it again.

When he realized that Mark had been interested in the viaduct system that
carried water to Rome, Danny started talking about the highways -- for
skateboarding, Mark had laughed -- and central heating -- under the floors,
yet, Mark had observed -- and he realized that Mark probably knew more than
he was aware.  When they actually got back to their notes, he let Mark take
the lead and just chimed in on details or a few corrections.

After an afternoon of it, Mark said, "It's just that I have a hard time
remembering stuff.  I'm not stupid.  But I can see... Well, some of this
makes a little more sense.  Hey, can we go at it again tomorrow?"

James said, "Okay by me."  Danny nodded.  They set up a couple of times
following that for some studying, too.

When they finished the last session before the final, Mark suggested they
relax a little -- by jacking off.  He seemed very casual about it.  And he
was obviously hard already, so three pairs of pants were pulled down
followed by three pairs of boxers.

Mark's dick was longer than either of theirs, perhaps as long as six
inches; it was thicker, too, and the nest of dark hair at the base of it
was pretty thick.  Of course, he was a year older.  Mark was lean but
muscled from all his skating.  It was Mark who finally dropped his pants
and boxers all the way to his ankles, so the boys did, too.

The three scooted closer so they could watch each other, and Danny
remembered Mark's comment once about skateboarders sometimes going down on
each other.  He wondered if that would happen.  Mark's thick cock was
leaking a lot of precum, which Mark moved down onto his shaft to use as
lube.  Occasionally he would twist his closed plam over his cockhead, and
he would moan loudly.  And occasionally he would watch the boy's dicks,
then look up at them with a dreamy grin on his face.

Apparently they were all too horny to slow down, and soon shots of cum
landed on the floor, accompanied by grunts and groans.  Danny and James
talked later about how casual Mark seemed to be about it all.

The history final was on the second day of finals, and Danny waited for
James at the side door of the school.  James and Mark came out together.

"So?"  Danny fell in with them as they headed for the bike rack.

"Not bad," James said.  But then James was always reluctant to assume he'd
aced a test.

"I think maybe I got enough to pass," Mark grinned.  "And if I pass, it's
thanks to you guys."

"Hell no," James said.  "You're the one who took the test.  We just all
studied together, that's all."

Mark had gotten his skateboard from his locker and tossed it on the
sidewalk as Danny and James got their bikes.  "Well, you dudes are cool,
that's for sure.  Maybe we can get together again, huh?"  He winked at them
as he braced one foot on the sidewalk and shot off with a grin and a wave.

Two days later Mark called James and told him he'd gotten a B- on the
final, which gave him a C- for the course.  "It's a pass!"

With the ninth grade officially over, Steve announced that he was giving a
"school's out" party at his house.  Danny and James were planning on going,
and after the party James would sleep over at Danny's.

Steve's backyard was lit with torches when they arrived.  There were lots
of sandwiches and drinks around, and some of the furniture in the family
room had been moved aside for dancing.  Steve's parents were around to keep
the damage to a minimum and enforce the "no booze" rule, and it's wasn't
long before kids were overflowing the house into the yard.

Mark caught up with Danny at the huge plate of burgers.  "A C!  Did you
hear?" he crowed.  "Well, C- but the same thing.  Damn, I knew I was going
to flunk that class again, and you guys pulled me out!"

Jan Pierce, who had been in that class, too, was preening next to Mark and
reached for a sandwich, brushing her boob across his arm.  "Mark, you look
so hot on that skateboard!  You going to be around town this summer?"
Somehow she managed to turn Mark around and get him over to the side of the
yard.

Danny got his burger.  Jan has plans, he grinned.  He headed down to the
basement where he had heard some serious video games were being played.  He
found James at the center of a bunch of guys playing NFL, and he watched
for a while.  Then he got distracted by an argument over the outlook for
the MLB season.

When he wandered back upstairs later, he saw Ronnie dancing with a cute
girl he vaguely remembered from biology class.  But he was surprised to see
James dancing with someone.  As they danced closer to where Danny was
standing, James rolled his eyes over the girl's shoulder, and Danny
supressed a laugh.

Later in the evening Danny had lost track of James and went to look for him
outside.  It was a little quieter outside now, and the yard was a little
less crowded.  When he went to a table for a handful of chips, he found
himself standing next the redhaired girl from his English class.

"Hi, Danny," she said.

"Hi, Meg.  I'm eating so much food tonight I'm going to get sick."

Meg laughed.  "It'll just make you nice and strong!  Or stronger."  She
smiled.  "Come on over here and tell me what you're going to be doing for
the summer."

Danny followed her to a quiet spot around the corner of the house.  "I'm
not doing much, I guess.  Just hanging out."

"I'll be around all summer," she sighed.  "Boring.  Not much to do in this
town in the summer."  She stepped a little closer to Danny and smiled
again.  "Maybe we could just hang out together, you think?"

"Umm... yeah," Danny started...

"...'Cause I think you're about the cutest boy in the ninth grade this
year, and we could have some fun, you think?"  She giggled a strange little
laugh.  She moved a bit closer and traced her finger from the center of
Danny's chest to his belt buckle.

Oh, jeeeeeze, Danny thought.  He tried to back up, but he found he was
standing against the house.

Meg wasn't disturbed by his movement; she took the chance to get a little
closer.  With one movement she placed Danny's hand on one of her boobs and
placed her other hand on his crotch.

Danny jumped.  She found his dick under his jeans and began to squeeze it.
Her other hand squeezed Danny's hand -- over her boob.  Before he knew what
was happening, her lips had covered his, and her tongue was pressing them
open.

He couldn't say anything; his mouth was captive.  When he tried to move, he
wound up moving closer into her.  His cock was throbbing in his pants.  He
looked wildly around for some way to get out of this.

Meg was moaning into his mouth and moving her hand up and down his dick
through his jeans.  He could feel the wetness of his precum.  He closed his
eyes.  Meg unzipped his jeans hurriedly and reached for his dick, now
covered only by the thin cotton of his boxers.  Danny moaned.  When he took
a deep breath around Meg's tongue, he opened his eyes...

And he saw James watching him from the yard.

James' eyes were wide.  He knew he couldn't be seeing what he was seeing,
but...  He looked at Danny's hand, on her boob... He didn't need to see to
know that Danny's dick would be hard in the hand that covered his crotch...
Kissing...

James turned quickly.  His sight blurred.  Not here!  Not here!  He walked
quickly to the back of the yard and let himself out into the alley.  When
he closed the gate behind him, he realized he hadn't breathed a breath
since he saw... what he saw.  He took a deep breath and was lightheaded.
Now the tears came.

How could he!  Kissing her!  She was jacking him off!  He brushed some
tears away so he wouldn't walk into some garbage cans, and he hurried down
the alley to the street.  When he was a couple of blocks away he suddenly
felt weak, so tired, and he sat back under a thick evergreen.  No longer
running, his crying became a little more audible.

Danny.  Danny.  No!  How could he!  He crossed his arms over his belly as
if he were going to be sick, groaning.  He sat there, hidden in the
darkness, for a long time.  Then he walked slowly home.

James' shock at seeing Danny watching them jolted his entire body,
physically.  Meg pulled back, wondering at the sudden movement, and James
pulled away to follow Danny.  By the time he had crossed the yard and
opened the gate, Danny was nowhere in sight.  He ran up the alley in one
direction and then the other, but he couldn't see him.

James was shaking inside.  He knew what Danny would be thinking.  He had to
find him right away.  He had to explain what had happened.  Right away.  He
ran around to the front of the house to see if Danny had turned around and
come back that way.  He bumped into Ronnie.

"Hi, James -- cool party, huh?"  Ronnie was smiling.

"You seen Danny?  I got to find him!"  James was panting now.

"No.  What's the matter?"

"I just have to find him, that's all," James said.  "Look, can you help me?
Just look around..."

Mark and Jan walked out the front door.  "Hey, guys -- what's up?"

"You seen Danny?  Is Danny in there?" James asked quickly.

"Haven't seen him for a while, no.  What's wrong?" Mark asked.

"I... I just got to find him, that's all.  Can you help me?  Please help me
find him," James said, his voice strained.  He tried to calm down a little.
He cleared his throat.  "Look, if you can, could you just help me look
around some, maybe go around the block?"

"Yeah, sure," Mark said.  He left Jan standing at the door as the three
boys walked toward the sidewalk.  "Something's wrong, isn't it?  What's the
matter?"

"Nothing," James said hurriedly.  "I mean... well, I guess we... had sort
of an argument, but he's really upset with me.  I really want to find
him..."

"'Kay," Ronnie said.  "I'll go around the block this way, and you go that
way," he said to Mark.  "We'll meet back here."

James watched the two boys go in separate directions and then went back
into the house, passing an irritated Jan.  He went down into the basement,
then looked around the first floor, then went out into the backyard again.
The party was breaking up somewhat, but there was no sign of Danny.

He met Mark and Ronnie out front, and they reported that they hadn't found
him either.

"He's probably gone home, dude."  Mark didn't sound too worried.

"And that's where I've got to go," Ronnie said.  "You'll find him," he
called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"There's something really wrong?" Mark asked quietly.

James took a deep breath.  "Yeah, Mark.  Really wrong.  I need to see him.
Talk to him."

"You guys are, like, tight, huh?" Mark asked.

"Uh, yeah."  James wasn't sure if he should say anything else.

"Okay," Mark said.  "Then here's what we'll do.  He's proably home.  Call
him."

"Can't.  I mean, he's supposed to be at my house.  We were going to have a
sleepover tonight."  James watched Mark, but he didn't seem to react at the
news of the sleepover.

"No problem.  I"ll call.  If his mom answers, I'm a friend wanting to say
hi.  If he answers, I just ask how he liked the party."  Mark didn't wait
for James to respond.

James heard Mark ask for Danny, so he knew Danny's mom had answered.  Mark
nodded and said "yeah" a couple of times, then "okay," and that was it.

"What?" James asked.  "What?"

"His mom said he came home from the party and said he didn't feel so good.
Decided to come home instead of spending the night at your place."  Mark
shrugged.

"He isn't sick," James groaned.  "I made him sick. Oh, fuck!"

"What is it, dude?  Can I help?"  Mark realized it was a little more
serious than he'd thought.

"No."  James sighed. "I've got to straighten this out myself."  He lay his
hand on Mark's shoulder for a minute.  "But thanks, man.  Thanks for
helping out."

James turned and walked slowly home.  He gave his mom the same excuse Danny
had given and went up to his room.  He didn't feel like taking a shower.
He slowly undressed and lay on the bed.

It was my fault, he thought.  I've got to make him understand what
happened.  He must be so mad at me.  He must hurt.  Oh, Danny, it was a
mistake...  I'd never do anything to hurt you...  He rolled over and used
the pillowcase to wipe the tears from his eyes.

It was a long time before he could sleep.





JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 24



James woke up the morning after the party when the sun worked its way
across his room to his face.  He shot up in bed.  He'd overslept.  Not that
it mattered in the summer, but he'd wanted to call Danny early.

He ran to take a much-needed pee first, but when he called there was no
answer.  His mom's already gone to work, too, James thought.  He didn't
leave a message.  Or maybe he's there, and he's just not answering.

James skipped breakfast and rode over to Danny's house.  The house was
locked up, and nobody answered the door.  He checked the garage, and
Danny's bike was gone.  Good, James thought.  I can find him.

He rode to the park first.  It was small enough that a couple of times
around showed there was no Danny and no sign of Danny's bike anywhere.  He
rode to the ballfield at school.  A game for the younger boys was in
progress, but Danny was nowhere in sight.

After thinking about it a minute, James turned his bike around and rode
back to the park, though it, and out into the woods.  When he got to the
worn trails he found a group of guys on their bikes.  But no one had seen
Danny.

The factory.  James rode out to the abandoned factory and got into the lot
through the torn fence.  He rode around the building first, but he didn't
see anyone.  He went into the building, left his bike just inside the door,
and walked into the large open space on the first floor.

"Danny?"

His voice echoed.  For some reason, James shivered.  This place is kind of
spooky when you're alone, he thought.

The second floor seemed empty, too, and no one answered his calls.  On the
third floor, he called out again, but he walked down the hallway to the
rooms they'd sometimes messed around in.  Empty.  Just piles of junk,
papers, clothes...

The clothes moved.  It was Danny!

"Danny, Danny...!  Why didn't you answer me?"

"Go away.  Leave me alone."  Danny sounded tired.  And angry.  His face was
streaked.  He'd been crying.

"Danny, please, we need to talk..."

"Fuck the talk!  Get the fuck away from me!  You want the girls -- go find
a girl to talk to!"  Danny turned back to the wall.

"Danny, no, Danny, it was a mistake."

"We were the mistake!  You got older and you want a girl!  Fine!  You could
have just told me!"  Danny turned around; he was shouting now.  "Instead I
find you kissing her and playing with her boobs while she jacks you off!
Okay, okay.  So you're a big boy now.  Go fuck your girls!"

"Oh, no, Danny," James was near tears himself.  "She came on to me, not the
other way around.  I didn't want..."

Danny wasn't going to wait for any explanations.  He pushed roughly past
James and went through the door.  He rushed down the stairs.

James followed, still trying to explain.  "Danny, wait, no, it wasn't like
that, it wasn't..."

His words mutated into an ugly yell as some trash shifted under his foot on
a step.  He fell to his side, hitting his head on the wall, and then he
tumbled down to the landing.  He lay on his side, groaning.

"James!" Danny screamed as he ran back up the stairs.  "James!  Are you
okay?"

Danny found him trying to pull himself up.  There was blood on the side of
his head and on his hand.  Danny knelt down.  "No, don't move!" he said.
"You might've broken..."

"Nothing's... broken..." James groaned as he rolled over.  "My hand..."

The palm of his hand was skinned from the concrete; it was red, but there
wasn't a lot of blood.  Danny ran his fingers over James' head and found a
small cut just under the hairline.  The blood was still oozing out of it.
He knelt on his thighs so he could lift James and hold him with one arm.

Danny pulled his t-shirt off and patted the blood on James' palm first.  It
didn't look as though anything had gotten under the skin.  Then he pressed
his shirt against the cut on James' head and held it there.

"Let's go to the hospital," he said.

"No, no," James said softly.  "I'm not really hurt.  Just a little
bleeding.  It'll stop."  He raised his hand and placed it over the Danny's
hand holding the t-shirt in place.  James looked up into Danny's eyes.

"I love you, Danny.  That was a mistake, last night."  James paused to
breathe deeply for a moment, then he told Danny what had actually happened.

"And when I saw you watching us, Danny, I wanted to crawl into a hole,"
James finished.  "Yeah, I was hard.  She was jacking my dick before I could
do anything.  I couldn't help but get hard!  But I didn't want..."  There
were tears in his eyes.  "I love you, Danny.  I'd never do anything like
that, ever, not ever."

Danny was crying softly.  He cradled James' head against him as he rocked
slowly back and forth.  James reached his arm around Danny's waist and held
him tight.

"I love you, Danny, you.  I always will."

"I was afraid..." Danny had to speak through his tears.  "I was afraid it
was like some guys... like some guys who get older and want girls... I was
afraid..."

"It will never happen," James whispered to him tightly.  "Never, Danny!
It's you and me, Danny!"

The boys sat there for several moments longer, not speaking, holding and
rocking.  They finally stood, and Danny helped James down the next flight
of stairs and to his bike.  James insisted he could ride, and they left for
James' house, where he could clean up.

Danny was relieved to see James move normally, but he still wanted to go to
the hospital.  James shook his head and kept pedaling.

In James' bathroom, the boys took off James' filthy t-shirt.  Danny made
James sit on the toilet seat while he carefully washed James' hand.  There
would be a scab, probably, but there was nothing to be seen under the skin.
He used a lot of hydrogen peroxide to bubble any dirt out from beneath the
skin.  He washed the cut on James' scalp and soaped it thoroughly.  It was
actually very small, and Danny remembered his mom telling him how much
scalp cuts could bleed.  The blood was dry already.

The boys went into James' bedroom.  "Come lay down with me, please," James
said.

They kicked their shoes off and lay together, Danny's arm around James'
shoulders.  They were still sweaty and dirty from outdoors, and though
their t-shirts were off they still had their jeans on.  They lay quietly
for a while.

"I'm sorry..." James started softly.

"No." Danny ran his fingers through James' hair.  "I'm sorry.  I jumped to
the wrong conclusion.  I should have known better."

James played his fingers over Danny's warm chest.  "I'd never, never do
that to you.  I love you, Danny, only you, always you."

"I know," Danny whispered.

James turned his face to kiss Danny slowly and deeply.  He moved his kisses
to Danny's chest, licking gently at his nipples while his hands unfastened
Danny's belt and jeans.  Danny reached down to unfasten James, and they
rolled together trying to undress each other.  Finally they were naked, and
James sucked Danny's dick into his mouth.

Danny turned so they could suck each other.  Their fingers wandered over
sensitive ballsacs, smooth asses, tender assrings.  They played with pubes,
their tongues tasted and licked.  Their moans became gasps of need for
more, even more...

"Fuck me, James, please..."

James got Danny on his back, and Danny lay his legs on James' shoulders.
Danny's hard dick was waving impatiently.  James buried his face between
Danny's legs and licked at his ballsac, then down the line of flesh until
he was at Danny's entrance.  Danny shuttered and sighed when he felt James'
warm tongue eating at him.

James circled Danny's hole; his tongue felt it pulsing.  He licked around
and around it gently and then more insistently.  The entrance parted.  The
ring opened a bit.  James' tongue was ready, and he worked it around and
into his lover's body.  He pressed slowly and did not stop until his tongue
was a deep as he could get it.  He wiggled the tip of it.

"Aaaaaa...mmmmmmm..."  Danny's voice was high.

James sucked on Danny's hole while his tongue was still in it, wetting it,
loving it.  He sucked and loved.  The tender flesh against his tongue was
wonderfully soft, slick.  He wanted to shove his entire face into his
lover!  He needed inside, farther inside.

Even as he was beginning to pull away, James reached for the table beside
his bed.  He lubed Danny's hole first, playing with it, fingering it,
moving in and out of it.  Danny moaned over and over.  James loved teasing
Danny's puckerhole this way.  His fingers practically danced in and out of
the darkness.

"Awwww James... mmmmmm sooooo sweeeeeet..."

He lubed his dick then.  It was so hard, he thought, so ready for this, so
eager to move into the special place Danny had given him.  He lay his
dickhead at Danny's entrance and slowly pushed.

Danny welcomed him.  His body opened for him.  Danny took his lover into
himself with more happiness than his voice could express.

"Oooooo Jaaaaaames yessssss ooooooooooooooo...."

James' hard cock slid past the entrance and opened the tunnel before it.
James rode down with it, down past the velvety sides, down through the wet
darkness, down deep inside his lover, his lovely Danny, his Danny, down
deep down down...

When he was fully in, he looked down at Danny's face.  Their eyes locked.
James' back and Danny's legs worked together to rock them gently, rock the
link of flesh uniting them, rock the young minds exhilarating in the
intimacy only two boys can know, rock the love rock deep love in out so
deep love...

They were both moaning now.  James took Danny's dick in his hand and
stroked it as he fucked.  His cock felt so big and hot inside Danny... His
whole insides were buring, burning...

Danny was full, so full of his lover's hardness, so full.  As they rocked
together Danny felt James' cockhead brush that special place, the hard
little nut inside him, and he moaned loudly.  As though a switch had been
thrown, his gut tightened and then swelled with hot pleasure, sweet tension
needing release...

James began to fuck faster, and Danny's moans encouraged him.  He was
thrusting into Danny faster and faster, and his hand could hardly keep pace
on Danny's dick.  Precum oozing from it cock thrusting fucking peelips open
deep fuck oh yes fuck oh yes smooth hot fuck oooooo...

Danny's dick lurched in James' hand as Danny shot a long stream upward.  As
the same time, his ring clenched tightly against the cock fucking him, and
James released a hard shot of cum deep inside...

"Oooooo fuck oooooo fuck yeaaaa oooooooo..."  Their cries mingled, joined,
echoed.  "AAAAaaaa yeaaaa oooooooo..."

They held their bodies together for as long as they could after their cums
had passed, but finally they had to separate.

James' wet dick slipped from Danny when Danny's legs released James'
shoulders.  James could barely hold himself up on his arms as he leaned in
to lick some of the cum off Danny's belly, and then he fell on top of him.
Their hot, sweaty bodies lay still, though their bellies were moving
rapidly as they panted their breath.

Long moments to recover.  Long hot sweaty moments.

"OOOOooooo yesssss Danny, I love you so much."

Danny could only respond by running his fingers through the damp hair of
his boyfriend.

They had all morning.  All afternoon.  Finally they could simply take no
more.

Danny laughed.  "Look at your bed!  It's a mess!"

"So I'll make my bed twice today.  It was worth it," James grinned.
"Actually, I think I'd better change the sheets."

"I'll help," Danny said, getting up slowly. "And I think we need a shower."

That took a while, too.

The next afternoon they rode around for a while, trying to decide if there
was anything they wanted to see at the movies.  Nothing much interested
them, and they drifted over to the ballfield at school.  When they noticed
that Phil and Neal were in the game, they decided to watch for a while.
Phil was 13 now, and he'd grown into his uniform.  Neal, though ready for
the eighth grade next year like Phil, was almost a year younger.  The team
they were playing was no match for their own, and the game was soon over.

Phil had nudged Neal when he saw the boys in the bleachers, and they'd
waved.  When the game was over they ran over to say hi.

"Good win," James congratulated them.

"No contest," Phil grinned.  "Could have won that one if we'd been
blindfolded.  What are you guys doing here?"

"Nothing much," Danny said.  "Just watching you little boys play."

"Want to come join us in the shower?" Neal grinned.  "Like last summer...
Maybe we aren't so little anymore."  He broke off in a giggle.

"Then out behind the old shed?" James finished for him.  He laughed.  "Is
there a Jerkoffs team this year?"

"Nah," Phil said.  "I guess without Steve to sort of organize things, it
just sort of... didn't happen."

"Hey, we could have a reunion of the old team," Neal said.  "Half of us are
here already."  They all laughed.

"Um, I was joking, guys, but... you know..." Neal paused and looked at each
of them.

Grins lit up all four of the faces now.

"You mean it?" Phil asked.  The question wasn't directed at anyone in
particular, but the other three nodded immediately.  He looked around and
lowered his voice.  "So, we take our showers first...?"

"Shit, no," Danny said.  "We're all sweaty from riding around, so you get
to be sweaty, too."  He retrieved his bike from next to the fence.  "Come
on, Jerkoffs."  He grinned.  "I think you all remember the way."  He rode
across the field.

It didn't take the other three long to catch up, and in moments they
disappeared in the undergrowth of the woods at the edge of the grounds.
The area behind the old shed wasn't as trampled down as it had been the
previous summer, but they made themselves at home.  Danny and James stipped
down to their boxers while Phil and Neal got out of their uniforms.

"Hey, cool," James laughed.  He was looking at Phil and Neal in their
t-shirts and jock straps.  "You dressed formal for the reunion."

Neal pulled his t-shirt off, turned, and wiggled his exposed ass at the
rest of them.  Phil pulled on both straps at the same time and released
them; they slapped Neal's butt sharply.

"Ow!  You fucker!  You'll pay for that!"  Neal whipped around and reached
quickly for the sides of Phil's waistband, pulling them up as high as he
could.  Phil's dick was caught in the pouch and, already hard, it forced
its way out the side of it.  Neal grabbed it and stroked.

"I see you guys already know each other," Danny said solemnly.

The dick Neal was stroking had grown a good inch since the previous year;
Phil was now closer to five inches.  Phil spread his legs a little, aware
that the older boys were watching him.  Neal released his cock long enough
for Phil to pull his jock strap off and then grabbed it again.  He leaned
in and began to suck it.

James and Danny were naked now, but they enjoyed the view for a few
moments.  Neal's jock was still on, and his little white butt was sticking
out as he bent to suck Phil's dick.  Neal's pouch was still holding what
had been the largest dick any of the guys had ever seen on an
eleven-year-old -- a full five inches and able to cum already.  James and
Danny were wondering how much Neal had grown.

"Strip him, guys," Phil said hoarsly.

They stood on either side of Neal, and James stroked the smooth white butt.
With a nod to Danny on the other side, they slowly moved the waistband of
the jock down Neal's thighs.  Neal continued to suck as he stepped out of
the jock, one foot at a time.

They had to kneel down to see it since Neal was still bent down sucking,
but James and Danny found a very hard dick that had to be six inches long.
And wet at the tip.  They glanced at each other.  Danny and James were now
around six-and-a-half inches.  Danny reached between the younger boys and
took Neal's dick in his hand.

"Great dick, buddy!" he whispered.

Phil sat back onto the ground, and Neal's mouth followed him.  Neal
arranged himself so his dick was in the open, and Danny crouched to lick at
it's tip.  Neal's precum was salty and smooth.  As he licked the cockhead,
he watched James' hand caress the balls beneath it.

Realizing that both James and Danny were on the ground now, Neal released
Phil's dick and played his fingers over the other two.  Without a word, he
leaned in to take Danny's dick in his mouth, moving his tongue around and
around the older boy's cockhead.  Danny moaned in appreciation.

Phil rocked to his other side to slide his hand down James' hard dick.  He
admired the bush of hair, which had gotten larger since he had seen it
last, and he moved some of James' precum down and around his cockhead.
James slipped his hand around Phil's neck and gently pulled him closer.
Phil opened his mouth and took James' cock and part of his shaft, licking
around it as he sucked.

James' looked across the two younger boys sucking them to find Danny
smiling at him.  Yes, he smiled back.  It was good to be with the Jerkoffs
for a while.  He looked down and ran his hand down Phil's back and stroked
his smooth ass.  He slid a finger into the crack and teased his puckerhole.

Danny's moaning had grown louder, and James looked back to see his
boyfriend gazing dazedly at the sky.  Neal's head moved more rapidly over
Danny's dick, and James knew Danny was about to cum for his younger friend.

"Yeaaaaaa... yeaaaaaaa... yeaaaaaaaa..." Danny called with each of his
three hard shots into Neal's mouth.  His dick jerked again, and Danny
shivered as Neal suctioned the last of his cum from the little lips he
licked.  Danny fell back and lay fully on the ground.

Neal sat on his heels above him, smiling and looking satisfied.  "So," he
grinned. "Am I still a good cocksucker or what?"

Danny laughed.  "You are!"

"Can I..."  Neal suddenly seemed a little more hesitant.  "Can I kiss you?"

Danny held out his arms, and Neal crawled into them, their lips meeting and
opening for warm, wet tongues.  Danny tasted himself in Neal's mouth; he
washed the younger boy's mouth with his tongue.

James grunted deeply and inhaled; his stomach pulled in.  His dick felt hot
and heavy in Phil's mouth; his insides knotted and turned.  Phil's hand
squeezed his balls, and James shoved his cock at Phil as a powerful shot of
cum coated the boy's tongue and trickled into his throat, just as a second
shot filled his mouth.  James moaned as he watched Phil tighten his lips
around the crown of James' cockhead to receive more cum.  Then the two of
them fell to the ground together, panting in satisfaction.

It had been a full year since the little clearing had heard the sounds that
filled the air for the rest of the afternoon, the sounds of boys, just
ordinary guys, doing what boys love to do.