Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 15:54:00 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 3

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


JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 3


After his first real cum, Danny longed to tell James.  But he had the
feeling this was something James would not want to hear about.  James
usually didn't talk about sex; in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable
if the subject ever came up.  He wondered if James could cum yet.  Of
course, he couldn't tell him, Danny decided.  He could not possibly tell
James what had made him feel so...sexy that he had actually done it.  He
could not tell James it had been dreams of him that had urged his dick to
really cum.

Over a period of several weeks he watched his cum lose some of the watery
appearance and become more milky.  He thought the taste of it was a
little different, maybe.  A little more... tangy.

But he wasn't jacking off more than a couple of times a week.  It made
him feel... he wasn't sure.  Maybe guilty a little.  He'd loved his dry
cums.  But now that he could really do it, it seemed almost a bad thing
to do.  Yeah, he felt guilty.  That was what it was, he decided.  But why
would he feel guilty?

However, since he wasn't jacking off enough to satisfy the needs of his
maturing body, his body took over for him.  His first wet dream woke him
in the middle of the night.  He knew immediately what the sticky wetness
was inside his boxers.  He tasted it and massaged it over his still-stiff
dick.  He had to go to the bathroom to wash up, and then he changed into
clean boxers.

He had wet dreams a couple of times a week for a while, and it wasn't
long before he was jacking off -- and cumming -- every day, at least
once.

A month at Springfield Middle School had made the boys veteran
seventh-graders.  It had been strange, having to remember a locker
combination, moving from room to room for classes, all-school
assemblies.  But they'd gotten used to it all.

They'd gotten into the pattern of riding their bikes to school together.
James was just a block down the street, so he would bike to Danny's, and
they would go on to school.  They both had new backpacks for all the
stuff they had to bring home now.

The weather was still good, but their time outside -- or together in each
other's house -- was limited.  They both hated homework, but what can
a guy do?  Both mothers insisted that homework absolutely had to be done
before anything else.

School also cut into their sleepovers, too.  They had gotten very used to
that habit.  They were brothers, after all.  And one of the most
important parts of a sleepover was when they were in the bed and the
sleeping bag, when they would talk.  Ordinary guys who are best friends
-- blood brothers -- can share a lot with each other in the darkness
right before going to sleep.

Danny confessed to James one night that he had been pretty worried about
taking showers with the other boys in gym class.  But, he said, it was
just a matter of getting used to it.

For the very first time in his life, Danny had seen boys naked.  He had
one remaining concern, though, that he didn't share.  He was always
afraid his dick would get hard when he was naked and in the shower.   It
hadn't happened, at least not yet.  He tried never to think of any of
them jacking off while he was in the shower with them or walking through
the locker room.  But he did wonder, sometimes, often, if any of them
could really cum.  How much did they shoot?

He liked looking at boys.  That was just the way it was.  But that wasn't
a thing to share with anybody.  Not anybody at all!  He had given up on
trying not to like it.  He supposed that meant he was gay.  He wasn't
sure what that would mean, but he knew what he liked was what he liked.
He saw that shower room in his mind -- the dicks, the butts, the chests,
the thighs -- while he stroked.  He never left his boxers on when he
jacked off in bed now.  He liked shooting his cum on his belly and
rubbing it around a little bit before tasting it.

 James was not in the same gym class with Danny, and James didn't have
much to say about it, other than having to get used to showering with
other guys.  He had been very embarrassed the very first day himself.
When he stripped to shower the first time he could feel his face get
red.  James hated that.  He kept his eyes straight ahead and didn't look
at anybody.  But at the side he could see dicks swinging, butts
bouncing.  And by the time he got to the shower, his dick was as hard as
it ever got.

He showered facing the wall.  With quick glances he noticed several other
boys were doing the same thing and wondered if they had hard dicks.  And
that just made his dick harder.  He froze when he heard one of the boys
laugh at a hardon and call out "Queer."  Then he realized the boy wasn't
talking to him but to someone else.  He was just joking.  Wasn't he?  He
grabbed a towel and held it in front of him walking back to his locker.
He wasn't queer; he just couldn't help getting hard.

As they got into the second month of school, their mothers relaxed the
"school rules" a little.  They could sometimes do their homework
together, since they often had the same work to do.  Still, the homework
had to be done before any sleepovers.

Some weeks later, at one of those sleepovers -- this time at James' --
something quite different happened, something that had an impact on both
boys.

"I'm going ahead to take my shower," James said; "then I'll go down and
get some sodas while you take yours."

Danny nodded as he was trying to keep track of where he was in the video
game he was playing.  It was new to him, and after a while he finally got
frustrated.

He went into the hallway and saw that the bathroom door was partway
open.  He hadn't been paying attention to the time, but he figured James
was finished and had gone downstairs.  He opened the door the rest of the
way to see James standing there, his back to the door.  He was naked.
Danny had never seen James' butt before, and he couldn't take his eyes
off it.

James must have sensed something, and he whirled around.  Danny saw his
dick before James grabbed a towel and held it in front of himself.

"What are you doing?"  James was really angry.  "You spying on me?"

He rushed to the door and slammed it shut in Danny's face.

Danny was immediately hurt, stung.  He had never seen James angry, and
angry at him, too.  He went slowly back into the bedroom and sat on the
the floor, on his sleeping bag.  Why had James yelled at him like that?
Well, he'd never seen James naked before, but that was no reason... Danny
didn't think he'd yell if James surprised him when he was naked.

Only James' dick... It had been hard.  Is that why he got mad?  Danny had
only gotten a glimpse of it, but it had definitely been sticking straight
out.  Had he been playing with it?  Or maybe he always got hard in the
shower...?  Is that why he got mad?

Danny just sat there until he heard the shower go off.  He heard James go
downstairs.  When James came back in the bedroom, he was wearing his
boxers, like he always did, and he was carrying two sodas.  He handed one
to Danny.

"Hey, I'm sorry I yelled like that," James said.  He sat on the edge of
the bed.  "I... you just scared me, that's all."

"It's okay," Danny said.  "I thought maybe it was because you didn't have
any clothes on."  He grinned as he said it, but the minute he got the
words out he could see from James' face he shouldn't have said that.
James didn't want to joke about this.

"No!  You just scared me, that's all.  I mean, I didn't know you were
there."  James sounded a little angry again.  His face was red.

"James, please don't be mad at me.  I didn't mean..."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," James said. "You can take your
shower now."

Danny went into the bathroom and slowly closed the door.  He was still a
little hurt.  He undressed.  He didn't think James had ever been mad at
him before.  Maybe pretending to be a little mad when Danny won a game or
something, but not seriously mad.  It was because Danny had seen him
naked; that had to be it.  Naked and hard.  Remembering that round white
butt that had greeted him when he opened the door, Danny realized he was
fondling his dick.

It took only a moment before Danny's dick was as hard as James' dick had
been.  He started the water and stepped into the shower, but he kept
pulling on his dick.  James was just so... beautiful.  You shouldn't say
that about boys, Danny knew.  But it was true.  Oh, James, Danny thought,
you're my very best friend and I hope you never get mad at me enough to
stop being my friend.  I hope you never... know...

His dick began to feel good, like it did when he was in his bed at home.
He kept pulling on it; he didn't want to stop now.  And then he got that
better feeling, the one that started inside and went all over.  He bit
his lip to keep from making any noise as his insides turned over and his
dick throbbed in his hand.  He still had to moan softly with his orgasm.
It was a good one, he thought.

Danny immediately felt bad.  He'd never done that anywhere but in his
own house before.  And, here, in James' own bathroom he'd done it... He
was really ashamed.  He hurriedly soaped up and rinsed off, dried,
and brushed his teeth.

He was thinking while he brushed.  Danny knew it wasn't right, somehow,
to think of James so much when he played with his dick at night. He'd
think of how James looked when he was riding his bike, or jumping to make
a basket.  Or just in his boxers when they were in their rooms playing
vids or going to bed.

It was bad for him to think so much about how James had looked when Danny
had walked in on him.  Danny wished that hadn't happen!  But he remember
how round and smooth James' ass looked.  It made his whole body look just
perfect!  And his hard dick, sticking straight out...

Danny had been naked while brushing his teeth, and his movements had
begun to make his dick dance up and down a little bit.  When he saw
that, Danny just had to stroke it a little, watching himself in the
bathroom mirror.  But he began to feel bad about it again, and he pulled
on his clean boxers and went back to the bedroom.

James was under the covers on the bed.  Danny lay down in his sleeping
bag and pulled it up a little bit.  He'd forgotten the soda James had
brought up for him, and when he remembered, he didn't want it anymore.

"James..." Danny whispered.  "You still awake?"

"Yeah," James answered.

"I'm really, really sorry."  Danny's voice caught a little bit.

"It's okay.  Don't worry about it.  We don't need to talk about it
anymore."

"Nite, James."

"Nite, Danny."

James lay awake long after Danny had fallen asleep.  James wondered why
had he gotten so angry.  He got naked every time he finished gym at
school.  Kids -- well, boys -- saw him there.  That wasn't a really big
deal anymore.  And he didn't look at anybody.  Well, sometimes it was
just an accident, not on purpose.  It was because his dick was hard,
wasn't it?

James sighed and rolled over.  What would Danny think of him, finding him
playing with his dick in the bathroom?  That was no big deal, either.
Was it?  Was something wrong with him?  Did ordinary guys play with their
dicks?  Did Danny?

And Danny sure had never seen him hard before.  Did Danny know he'd been
playing with it?  That wasn't a queer thing, just playing with your own
dick.  Was it?  Would Danny think he was... like what some of the boys
called each other in the locker room?  Gay?  James didn't want Danny to
think that about him.

James realized that he had spread his legs under the sheet.  His dick was
hard again.  Damn.  Fuck, he thought. He didn't want that!  No!  He
really didn't!  He felt his eyes tear up.  He rolled over and pressed his
face into the pillow.  He was just an ordinary guy, he thought.  Couldn't
he be just an ordinary guy?  It was a long time before he went to sleep.

Several weeks went by before they had another sleepover.

When the report cards came out for the second time, they compared them
before they rode home from school.  The first time James had gotten three
A's and a B.  Danny had gotten two A's and two B's.  This time it was
just the opposite -- Danny had three A's and a B; James had two A's and
two B's.

"O fuck, I got a B in English!" James said.

"Ha!  You said the "F" word," Danny laughed.

"Because I got a B in English!  That's good enough reason!"  But James
started laughing with him.  "It's those book reports."

"You mean, those fucking book reports?" Danny giggled.

"Yeah, you said it!" James sputtered as he laughed.  "Hey," he said when
they managed to stop laughing.  "You got an A both times.  Can you help
me with those reports?  You know how to do them good."

"Sure," Danny answered.  "I do them fucking good," he said with a
straight face."

"Shut up!" James giggled as he hit Danny on the shoulder.  He looked
around.  They were still on the corner by the school and a teacher might
hear them.

"Sure, I'll help," Danny grinned.  "Your class and my class don't always
get the same books to read, but I'll help you write the reports.  Only
you have to help me in math -- I've got two B's in there now.  Mom said I
should get A's in math."

"Deal," James agreed.  They pushed off on their bikes and headed home.

Now when they did their homework together, they didn't just work on what
they'd each been assigned.  They also spent time helping each other.  At
the beginning of this new grading period they'd chosen each other as
partners in the one class they had together, biology. That meant there
would be some assignments they were supposed to work on together for that
class.

With winter, there was no more bike riding.  Christmas was okay, but a
lot of the rest of winter sucked, they agreed.  Except for snowball
fights.  James had the better arm for pitching, so he scored more
hits than Danny.  After one particularly heavy snowfall they arranged an
old washtub on its side in Danny's backyard as a target.

"One point for hitting it, two for turning it, three for knocking it
over," James announced.

The score was 5-3, James' favor, when they realized their mistake.  The
tub had been placed on top of a picnic table that had been moved against
the house for wintertime -- with the laundry room window just above it.
Danny was the one who hit it.

They stared at each other for a minute.  Danny's mom wasn't home yet.
But there was no way to hide a broken window.  Their mood sobered, they
found two pieces of heavy cardboard and taped them over the window from
the inside of the laundry room.

"Hey, Danny, I'm really sorry -- the whole thing was my idea."

"Yeah," Danny said, "but I'm the one who hit it.  It's not your fault."

"What'll she do?" James asked.

"Well, she won't be happy about it, that's for sure,"  Danny said.

The change in mood ended their game, and James left for home.  Danny met
his mom at the side door before she could see the window and told her
what had happened.  She was upset -- especially since the house was
rented and she'd have to call their landlord -- but she said they had
done a good job with a temporary repair.  The window didn't get fixed
until the next day, and Danny was careful to be on his best behavior for
a while.

Springtime finally came, and the boys could spend a little of their free
time outdoors on their bikes again.  But spring had barely gotten started
when Danny got a really bad flu for almost a week and couldn't go to
school at all.  And James couldn't even go over to see him because he
might catch it.  They talked on the phone some, but Danny just didn't
feel like it most of the time.  James really missed him.

Their mothers let them celebrate when Danny got well; they all went out
to a pizza parlor where they spent as much time on the video games as
they did on the pizza.

At one point that evening, when they were playing right next to each
other, their games ended at the same time.

"Hey," James said.

"Yeah?"

James shrugged his shoulders.  "I'm really glad you're better.  I missed
you."

They both stood still for a moment, their eyes locked on one another.

"Yeah, I sure missed you, too," Danny said.  Then he grinned.  He leaned
in closer to James and spoke more quietly.  "Being sick is shit."

"Fucking right!"  But James was giggling so much he barely got the
whispered words out.

A little exposure to the seventh grade has expanded their vocabularies,
though in ways they knew their mothers would not like.

Before they left they went to the restroom, and, since there were only
two urinals and the stall was occupied, they wound up standing side by
side.  There was a short divider between the urinals, and when they had
started to pee, James looked over it at Danny with a huge grin.  That was
all it took.  Danny started giggling again, and James burst out, too.

"Stop it... shut up..! I can't... pee."  Danny could hardly speak, and he
was giggling so much his dick was bobbing up and down.

The door to the stall opened, and an old man scowled at them as he walked
out.

"He didn't even wash his fucking hands!" Danny said.  That made it worse,
and their giggles only got louder.  Finally they managed to get their pee
out, and they controlled the giggles as they went back to their moms.

Another part of the "Danny's well again" celebration was an overnight,
so James went home with Danny and his mom.  They watched a couple of old
horror movies in Danny's room while they munched popcorn, and they
finally decided to go to bed.

When they had showered and settled in, Danny in his bed and James in his
sleeping bag, they talked about what Danny had missed in school and how
much work he had to do to catch up.  And James a good idea he'd waited to
share.  He wanted to try out for the Summer League baseball team, and he
wanted Danny to try out with him.

"Really?  Do you think I'm good enough?" Danny asked.

They both knew that James was the better baseball player, but they'd
never talked about it.

"Sure you are," James said.  "And we can do some practicing on our own.
We'll be twelve by then.  The team is for 11-year-olds to 13-year-olds,
and that's us, right there in the middle.  We'll both be good."

"Yeah, cool," Danny said.  "Sure, I'll try out."

Danny felt good.  The flu -- the fucking flu, he'd whispered to James
once on the phone -- was finally over.  The end of the school year wasn't
far away.  Summertime was the best of all.

"Hey," Danny said.  The words were out before they even went through his
head.  "I'm glad you're my best friend, James.  I really mean it."

"Back at you," James said quietly.  "And we're brothers, remember?  I'm
glad, too."

Now Danny wanted to say something that he knew he couldn't.  He wanted to
say, "I love you."  He wanted to.  He knew he did.  But he didn't know if
James would want to hear that.

Was it possible for an almost-12-year-old guy to love somebody?  Not like
loving your mom.  Loving like he felt.  And loving a boy.  That would
mean he was gay.  If James ever suspected such a thing, Danny knew, he'd
lose the best friend he ever had.  His brother.  He couldn't stand that.

He sighed.  He would just have to love James in secret, a really special
deep secret that would never be known by anybody else.  That meant he was
gay, didn't it?  Maybe, he thought, I've known that for a while.  Maybe
that was why I've always felt a little different than other boys, he
thought, like I didn't really belong.

Why does loving somebody have to hurt so much, he wondered.  The very
best friend he'd ever had, his blood brother, the boy he was sharing so
much of his life with -- and he still felt... alone.  Just an ordinary,
but different, guy... alone.


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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.