Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:33:55 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 31 & 32

This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young
boys, including their sexual experiences with each other and 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 31



They had talked and talked about it, and they couldn't make up their minds.
Class rings were a really big thing at Springfield High, and it was about
time for juniors to order them so they would get in by the end of the
school year and students have them for all of their senior year.

"They're just so damn expensive," James said.  They were sitting in the
back room of the grocery store drinking sodas during a break.  "We're
saving our money.  Do we want to spend that much on something like that?"

Danny knew James was just thinking out loud, so he let the questions ride.
He had the same questions himself.

A couple of days later they were looking at the ring brochures in Danny's
room.  Danny had noticed that, while the year of graduation was part of the
ring's design, the purchaser had the option of specifying an engraving for
inside the ring; the jeweler suggested the student's name or a favorite
quotation.

"James," Danny said.  "Let's do it.  Let's get them."

"You want to?"  James still wasn't completely sure.

"Yes.  And here's why.  We'll each have our names engraved on the inside of
the ring.  Then, when we get them, we'll exchange rings.  We'll wear each
other's ring.  I'll wear yours; you'll wear mine."

"Exchange rings," James said slowly.  "Yes!  Exchange rings.  Damn, Danny,
that's a great idea."  He smiled.  "Exchange rings," he repeated, more
slowly.

James leaned over to kiss Danny, and their tongues went deep into each
other.

"Exchange rings," James smiled.

So the rings were ordered.

And they had finally decided to talk to Mark.  They had decided to just lay
out the whole situation and see what he had to say about it.  They were
talking in Mark's basement room again.

"But I don't even know him," Mark said, "this Neal guy."

"I know you don't," James said.  "That's the whole point.  You can get to
know him.  He's a nice guy; he really is."

"We've known him since we were on the same baseball team back when we were
in the eighth grade," Danny said.

"But he's a freshman.  Ninth grade.  I'm a senior, twelfth grade.  I'm
three years older than he is," Mark said.

"And so was your boyfriend you told us about," James said.

"Alex," Mark said quietly.  He'd been only ten years old when Alex had
taken him into his life and taught him what love meant.  "Alex," he
repeated.

"Yeah.  Maybe you needed something then, Mark," James said.  "Something
Alex knew you needed something.  Well, Neal needs something now, Mark.  He
needs a really special friend."

Mark agreed.  And Danny and James would plan a sleepover if Neal agreed,
too.  But they were surprised when Neal wasn't so sure about it.

"But he's a senior," Neal said.  They were in Neal's basement playing video
games while they talked.

"And we're two years older than you are," James countered.  "That doesn't
mean we can't be friends.  And play around when we want to.  He's only a
year older than we are."

Neal concentrated on the screen for a minute, then he sat the control down.
"He won't be like Phil," he said quietly.

"No, he won't," Danny said.  "He's not Phil.  He's Mark.  The thing with
Phil, Neal -- that's over.  I'm sorry.  Wish it wasn't over.  But you know
it is.  But you can still have friends, make new friends."

Neal just sat, unconvinced.

"Look, Neal, you're a cute guy."  James didn't hesitate to say it.  "You're
fun and smart and funny and... And you don't need to be alone.  There are
going to be guys who want to be special friends with you.  Let it happen."

Neal finally agreed, but he had a condition.  The sleepover would be at his
place, not theirs.  The boys agreed.  They decided later that maybe Neal
would be a little more comfortable at his own house.

When the night of the sleepover arrived, Danny and James got to Neal's
first.  The sleepover would be in his basement where there was plenty of
room -- and privacy.  Neal's mom sent Mark down when he arrived, and the
first several minutes were a little awkward as Neal showed them where
they'd spread their sleeping bags, where the bathroom was, where they'd
keep their snacks.

They were going through DVDs and video games when Neal and Mark discovered
they liked some of the same movies, and they compared favorites as they
choose one to watch.  It was one of the old Batman movies, and they
followed that with the first Spiderman movie.

"No butter on my popcorn," Mark said when Neal got some out for the
microwave.

"Don't like it?" Danny asked.

"It's too fake.  Don't like the taste of it," Mark said.

That was all it took for James, the cook in the group, to describe all the
artificial ingredients put in food and the problems they could cause.

"So we're all going to die of cancer, huh?" Danny grinned.

"I'd rather die of the problem he's having," Mark said, pointing to the
screen.

Peter Parker, the high schooler who was in the process of becoming Spidey,
was looking in the mirror, surprised at the sudden tremendous improvement
in his physique -- his chest and arms looked like he'd been pumping iron
for months.  Then he looked down, presumably into his pants.  He first
registered great surprise and then extreme satisfaction at what he saw.

The boys all laughed.

"Wonder how big he is?" James asked.

"Be nice if one of those spiders would bite me," Mark grinned.

"Where do you get those spiders?" Neal laughed.

"Damn, stud," Danny said to him.  "You don't need a spider.  You were
bigger at eleven than a lot of guys are at my age."

Neal blushed, but then he grinned.  He noticed Mark glance at his crotch.
But he didn't feel embarrassed, he realized; he felt... well, pleased.

By the time Spidey was swinging around the skyscrapers for the first time,
the four boys had become much more relaxed with each other.  When the movie
was half over, it was James who suggested that they get more comfortable.

"My folks are in bed by now, Neal said.  "That's up on the second floor."
Neal went up to the door at the top of the stairs leading to the first
floor and turned the lock.  He came back down grinning.  "We're private
now."

They left the movie on, but no one paid any attention to Spidey any longer.
The boys removed their shoes and then spread their sleeping bags side by
side in a big square on the floor between the TV and the couch.  Their
jeans came off next.  Danny and James were in boxers and t-shirts. Neal was
in white briefs, but Mark was wearing a pair of bright red silk boxers.

"OOO whooo! All dressed up, dude," James laughed, pointing to Mark.

Mark grinned but didn't respond.  He did look at Neal, whose eyes were
taking in the red boxers and Mark's long lean legs.

Danny and James settled back against the couch, leaving the larger part of
the floor to the other two.  Neal lay on his belly to watch the movie, and
Mark lay next to him.  Danny and James could see, though, that Mark was
paying more attention to Neal than to the movie.

When Mark moved his leg over to touch Neal's, Danny and James smiled at
each other and relaxed, James' arm around Danny's shoulder.  Their own legs
brushed lightly against each other, and two bulges began to grow in their
boxers.  They watched the two boys on the floor in front of them.  Mark's
bare back was still bronzed from the summer, and his long, lean legs showed
just a hint of blond fuzz.  Neal was still in his t-shirt, but his round
butt was accented by the whiteness of his briefs and the firmness of his
thighs.

Mark propped up his head on one hand, elbow on the floor, and made no
pretense of watching the movie anymore.  His other hand moved lightly up
and down Neal's back.  Neal crossed his arms and lay his head on them,
facing Mark and smiling.  He was no longer watching the movie, either.

Mark slid his hand under Neal's t-shirt to caress the skin itself.  It was
warm and smooth, the back of a recently-turned thirteen-year-old not yet
developed into a fully pubescent teen, a boy not quite yet on his way to
manhood.

Mark's fingers began to excite Neal, and he adjusted his hips a bit.  Mark
moved his hand down to Neal's cotton-covered butt, curving his fingers to
match the contours of the younger boy's ass, stroking gently and squeezing
lightly.

With nothing further said or done, Neal rolled onto his side, and the boys
held each other close as their bodies moved slowly together, chests and
legs skin to skin, crotches twisting and pulling the material caught
between them.  They pulled apart for just a moment, just long enough for
Mark to pull Neal's t-shirt off, and then they returned to lie close
together, touching and turning.

Danny and James were kneading each other's crotches now, wet spots beginnng
on their boxers, as they watched the two in front of them.  James opened
his legs a little wider, and Danny moved his hand into James' fly to grasp
his dick.

Mark whispered something into Neal's ear, and the younger boy rolled over
onto his back, Mark rolling with him.  Mark began to lick at Neal's ear,
then his neck, then his smooth, flat chest.  He teased Neal's nipples a
moment before his tongue slid downward to his bellybutton.  His hand was
already slipping under the waistband of Neal's briefs.

Danny and James watched him as Mark made contact with Neal's dick.  They
knew it would be fully swollen by now, and they saw the surprise in Mark's
eyes.  As the older teen slid Neal's briefs down his thin legs, Neal's big
cock popped up and slapped his belly before waving in the air.

"Duuuude," Mark whispered.  "What a cock!"

He looked into Neal's smiling face.

Danny said, "He shocked us all, man.  When he was eleven he was already
over five inches.  And he could cum already."

James couldn't stand the interference of his boxers with Danny's hand
anymore, and he pulled them off.

"At eleven?" Mark asked.  "So hot!" He caressed Neal's hard cock as he
examined it.  "Over six inches now, I bet, right?"

Neal grinned.  "Six and a half."  He saw Mark's other hand reach for his
own crotch to rub his own dick.  Neal brushed it aside and grasped it
through the silk.  "Oh, man," he breathed.  "I got to see this."

Mark quickly pulled his boxers off.  His dick was just over seven inches
now.  Neal grasped it to feel its heat, its thickness.  Without a word,
Neal shifted so he could take the cockhead into his mouth.

"EEehhhhh duuuude..."  Mark surrendered his dick to the young cocksucker;
he lay on his back and watched as Neal's tongue raced up and down his long
shaft and then focused on his cockhead.  Neal stopped only long enough to
grin with a smear of Mark's precum on his lips.

Neal reached down to finger Mark's heavy balls, and he began to move his
face up and down the big cock.  Mark groaned, placing his hands on the back
of Neal's head, fingering the soft blond hair, but letting Neal set his own
pace.  The younger boy's tongue raced up and down Mark's hard shaft, and
then it slowed, twisting around the shaft downward and back upward to the
precum-covered cockhead.

Mark's stomach fluttered as the experienced young cocksucker flicked his
tongue across Mark's cocklips and then sucked lightly on the underside of
his cockhead.  Neal licked down the fat tube inside Mark's shaft and then
sucked on it as he moved his lips upward again.

James could watch the blow job for only a few minutes until his own mouth
was watering for a taste of Danny.  He pulled Danny's boxers off of him
and, as Danny spread his legs, he licked at his balls.  James inhaled
deeply, and the scent of Danny's sex made him moan as he sucked Danny's
balls.

Danny leaned over him to knead James' asscheeks and then rub his back.  He
opened his legs even more, pressing himself into James' warm mouth.  He
loved to have his balls sucked.

When he glanced up at the other two, Danny saw that Neal and Mark had moved
into a 69 position and were busy sucking each other, their fingers toying
with balls and asses.  He smiled, and then he groaned as James' tongue
began a more serious assault on his cockhead.

As though by common assent, the two pairs separated before anyone was too
close to cumming.  Mark and Neal kissed a long, deep, wet kiss, and then
they pulled each other close to simply rock together, their dicks pulsing
between them.  Danny and James relaxed in each other's arms watching them.

"They told me you were cute, dude," Mark said to Neal.  "You're more than
that."  He brushed Neal's blond hair from his eyes and kissed the boy on
his cheek.  "So much more than cute," he muttered.

As they pulled apart a bit, Neal asked Mark, "Did they tell you I'm a
cocksucker?"

"He's a cocksucker," Danny grinned.  "A world-class A Number One
cocksucker."

"Let me show you," Neal said.

"Oh, dude, you already have!" Mark said.  "But if you want more cock," he
said, grinning, "help yourself."

Neal got between Mark's legs, and Mark lay back, his feet flat on the floor
and his knees apart.  He groaned as Neal began to lick his balls first,
moving them side to side with his tongue and then sucking on them lightly.

Neal loved the feel of Mark's hair tickling his lips and cheeks as he
licked the older boy's big balls.  He carefully placed his lips around one
of the balls and gently sucked it into his mouth.  He was pleased by Mark's
long, low groan.  With the ball in his mouth, his tongue licked against it
gently.  He released it, kissed it, and carefully sucked the other ball in.
It made Neal's dick throb to know that what he was sucking produced part of
the cream he would soon taste.

Neal let Mark's ball go and licked up the side of his ballsac; Mark's thigh
was against his cheek, and Neal sucked a little harder where the skin
softened to form the bag for Mark's balls.  Then he nestled his face into
the teen's balls to get his lips at the base of the hard cock lying against
Mark's belly.  He sucked lightly at the spot where the base of the shaft
disappeared into Mark, then he sucked a little harder, feeling the thob of
the fat tube that fed the little lips above.

"MMmmmmmm.... mmmmmmmm..."  Mark was humming in pleasure, his body shot
through with delight at the sensations the younger cocksucker brought him.

Neal relaxed and widened his tongue, spreading his moisture generously over
Mark's ballsac, moving under it.  He lapped at the tender skin behind the
sac, moving his tongue backward and toward the cleft that would lead to
Mark's hole.  Then he moved his tongue slowly upward, lifting the sac and
allowing the balls to fall on either side of his tongue.  He continued
licking along the tube all the way to the little lips that were pulsing for
him.

But Neal wanted what was inside.  He slowly circled Mark's cockhead with
his lips.  He sucked the wet cockhead in quickly, lapping at the precum
leaking from Mark's little lips.  Neal hummed, and the vibrations shot down
through Mark's cockhead into his shaft and deep inside.

"Awwwww fuuuuuck... ooooooo yeaaaaaa..."  Mark sounded as though he were in
deep agony, as though it were pain and not pleasure heating his body.

Both Danny and James had moved a little closer to watch Neal display his
talents.  They were side by side, Danny fingering James' dick slowly.

Neal's tongue began to move rapidly over the cockhead in his mouth, and he
alternated between licking and sucking.  With no warning except the
widening of his jaws, he moved his head downward, and almost all of Mark's
seven inches were engulfed in the heat of his mouth.

"AWWwwww fuuuuuuck oooooooo..."  Mark's legs were quivering now, his thighs
shaking as he held them apart for Neal.

Neal swallowed, opened his throat, and lowered his face even further.
Mark's cockhead was now inside the entrance of Neal's throat.  With Mark
moaning loudly, Neal moved up and down on the older boy, fucking his own
throat on the rock-hard dick in his mouth.

Danny and James saw that Mark's belly was tightening and his breathing
became more rapid.

"Caaaaaan't hoooold iiiiit..."  Mark's voice was tight, raspy.

Neal went completely down on him one more time, and then he let the
cockhead remain in his mouth as he stroked the long shaft rapidly.  He
caught the first shot of Mark's hot cum at the back of his throat.

"AAaaaaaaa..."  Mark thrust his groin up at his sucker, completely lost in
the waves of sexual pleasure washing through him.  "AAAaaaaaaaaa..."

Neal had time to swipe the second shot of cum around his mouth before the
third volley was thrust out.  He swallowed, inhaled deeply through his
nose, and continued to suck. Mark gave him another shot, then another.

"UUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Mark groaned, as a long stream of cum flowed from
his cocklips as though it were pee flowing from him.

Neal lay his head on Mark's belly, his lips still licking the cum Mark had
given him and his fingers still playing with Mark's hard dick.  Mark was
breathing fast and deeply, exhausted at the assault on his senses.

Danny and James fell back in their own embrace, moving to a 69 position
with each other, leaving the other two boys together.

Mark lay quietly for a while, his fingers stroking Neal's soft blond hair
as the younger boy continued to play with his wet cock.

"Oh, man... Neal..."  Mark sighed.  Neal rearranged himself, lying so he
was partly on top of Mark, their faces close.  "Oh, man... that was the
best blowjob I've ever had.  Damn, Neal..."  Mark grinned.  "You are
totally awesome!"  He pulled Neal a little closer for a kiss.

Neal had kept some of Mark's cum in his mouth.  Neal opened his lips
slightly and let a string of cum fall slowly onto Mark's lips.  When Mark
licked it in, Neal followed the string downward, and the boys' tongues met
outside their mouths, licking and tasting.  Then their lips met, and their
tongues delved deeply inside.

"Neal..." Mark whispered when they separated.  "Neal, god!  I've never met
anybody like you.  You're..."  He stopped.  He blinked as his eyes
dampened.  "God, Neal.  You're something special."

Mark touched his lips to Neal's again, and they rolled into each other as
their tongues slowly moved inside their mouths and their hands slowly
caressed their warm skin.

When the movie was over, the DVD stopped and there was no sound in the room
except that of wet lips and tongues, of skin moving against skin.

The screen went to deep blue and cast a blue aura over four naked teens
moving slowly against each other.  Just ordinary guys, their arms reaching,
their legs stretching, their asses reflecting the light.  And when the
screen went from blue to black, they didn't even notice.




JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 32



The four boys had had two other sleepovers together before school ended for
the year, one at Danny and James' and the other at Mark's.  By the time
they were at Mark's, it was clear that Mark and Neal were happy with each
other.

That night at Mark's, Mark had been sitting on his couch with Neal on his
lap.  Neal was facing him and had Mark's cock up his ass; Neal was lying
against Mark's chest playing with his nipple.

Mark had been watching James fuck Danny on the floor, those two now resting
against each other.

"We owe you guys, you know," Mark said quietly.

"Us?" Danny asked.

"For getting us together.  Me and my baby here."  Mark stroked Neal's back,
and Neal smiled.

"You owe us nothing," Danny said.

"Just invite us to the wedding," James grinned.

Danny started to sock him a love tap and then saw a bit of cum on James'
cheek.  He swiped it off with his finger and fed it to James.

Neal sighed loudly.

"What's the matter, babe?" Mark asked.

"I go to pee."  Neal pulled himself slowly off Mark's cock, which slipped
out with a wet sound, by moving up on his knees.  He started to get off the
couch and head for the deep sink in the corner of the basement; they'd been
using it to piss in.

"You don't need to go all the way over there," Mark said, and he grasped
Neal's waist before he could get off the couch.  Neal was standing on his
feet on the cushions, his dick almost in Mark's face.

"Give it to me," Mark said.  He reached for Neal's dick, keeping one hand
on his waist, and placed the dick in his mouth.

"You mean... you want me to pee...?"  Neal was surprised.

Mark removed his dick long enough to say, "Sure," grin, and put it back in.

Neal grinned over at Danny and James, took a deep breath, and balanced
himself by holding on to Mark's head.  His dick was hard, and he had to
wait for a minute.

"Going to start..." Neal whispered, feeling the pee building inside.  He
sighed loudly as it flowed through his dick, his eyes on Mark.  He could
see Mark's lips holding his dick in place tightly.  He could see Mark's
throat move as he swallowed.  He could feel the warm pee flow through him,
from his body into his lover's without ever being in the open air.

Danny and James watched, open-mouthed.

When his pee was finished, Neal carefully removed his dick from Mark's
mouth.  Mark licked his lips and grinned.

"I love everything about you, baby," he said.

Neal smiled, then he carefully lowered himself back onto Mark's hard cock.

A couple of nights later, back at their own house, Danny and James were
getting ready for a shower together.

"Yeah, let's pee on each other again, okay?" Danny said.

"But no... you know, drinking it," James said.  "Didn't you think that was
kind of, well, weird?"

"I wouldn't want to do it, but if they wanted to... I guess it wasn't weird
to them."  Danny pulled his boxers off and stepped into the shower.

James joined him.  "I'm glad they're together, you know? Neal is happy."

"So's Mark."  Danny started the water.

They had worked five hours that day, a Saturday, and they kneaded and
massaged each other's shoulders and backs as they showered.  Then they went
into James' room and napped, lying naked together.

The class rings came in only two weeks before the end of the year.  Their
orders had been filled perfectly.  The rings were identical except for the
names inside.  No one would ever know they exchanged rings, but they would
know.  The night they arrived they traded the rings, each just a little
uncertain of what to say but each moved deeply by the simple exchange.

They kissed and hugged.

"James... I wish..." Danny stopped.

"What?" James asked quietly.

"I wish I could marry you," Danny said.

James felt the tears first, and the he saw them glisten in the soft light
of the bedroom Danny began to cry softly, too.  They went to bed and made
love slowly late into the night.

Their finals were harder this year, they thought.  But, of course, they
passed everything and even got high grades.  Their mothers insisted on the
grades, and, in fact, the boys demanded that of each other.

This summer they would be working even more hours.  But their mothers had
promised them a vacation in the mountains in July, and they spent the week
of the Fourth in cabins on a lake where the weather was perfect for
swimming and boating or just lying in the sun.

There was a mixup in the reservations, however.  The double cabin they were
supposed to get had already been given to someone else.  The manager
apologized over and over again and gave them, instead, two smaller cabins.
Danny and James had to keep from grinning when they realized that meant
they would have their own private cabin.

They ate in their mothers' cabin the first night, and the boys decided to
take a walk around the lake when their mothers had gone to bed.

Following a trail right alongside the water's edge, they soon found
themselves in a place where it seemed they were the only two people in the
entire world.  They sat at the edge of the water, feeling the breeze and
listening to the loons.  They sat shoulder to shoulder, holding hands.
Without speaking, they kissed and then turned to watch the water again.

"I love you, Danny."  James had said those words so many time in the last
five years, but he wanted to say them over and over again.  "You're my
happiness, Danny.  You're my whole life."

Danny put his head on James' shoulder, and James slipped his arm around
him.  They sat silently for a while.

"Nothing good happened to me when I was a kid," Danny finally said, "except
having mom.  Nothing.  I can't believe how all that's changed.  I can't
believe I was that kid I used to be."  He turned his face to James.  "You
did that for me, James.  You changed it all for me.  I love you with all my
heart."

This time their kiss lasted a very long time.  They sat together until the
moon was almost down, and then they made their way back to their cabin.

When they went to the swimming beach the next day, they found a large group
of people sunning themselves and playing in the water.  There were several
families with children, but only a few serious swimmers.  Danny and James
had been swimmers since they were kids, so they launched themselves toward
the large raft out in the lake.

For a while they had the raft to themselves.  They lay lazily in the sun.
They were both on their stomachs, and Danny was looking a James' back and
ass.  He felt a stirring between his legs.  They had teased each other
about getting speedos or French bikinis for their vacation, but they had
settled on something more modest.  Nevertheless, Danny thought, the tight
light blue material across James' butt sure looked inviting.

They were interrupted then as bunch of kids arrived at the raft, including
a couple, apparently brother and sister, who were arguing loudly with each
other.  The boys looked at each other and slipped into the water to swim
around a little more.  They went back to the cabin to shower together and
get ready for dinner.  James was cooking that evening, and Danny went to
their moms' cabin to help.

They had had much fun exploring the woods around the lake as they did at
the lake itself.  It rememinded them of the woods at home where they'd had
so much fun when they were younger.  They were coming back to the edge of
the lake some distance from the swimming beach when they saw a small figure
at the edge of the water.  It was a little boy about six years old, whom
they'd seen before at the beach, standing with his back to them.  It took
them a moment to realize that his little bare ass meant that the kid was
peeing in the water.

He turned around when he finished, and they watched him stuff his little
dick into his swimming trunks.  When he looked up and saw them, they
realized his eyes were red.  He'd been crying.

"Hey, what's the matter, little guy?" Danny asked.  He knelt next to the
boy.

"I don't... know where to go..." the boy sniffed.  "I got lost."

"Well, you're not lost now," James smiled at him.  "We'll help you get
back.  Where are you staying?"

"I don't know," the boy said.  He teared up again and rubbed his eyes with
his fist.  "My mommy and daddy... I don't know," he finished.

"Okay, we'll find them.  What's your name?"  Danny stroked the little boys'
back to calm him.

"I'm... Tommy," he said.

"Come on, Tommy.  I'll bet your mommy and daddy are around the beach or at
one of those cabins where we are."  James offered the boy his hand, and
they soon found the trail back.

Tommy's mother spotted them coming around a stand of trees and ran to meet
them.

"Tommy!  Where have you been?"  She grabbed the boy in a hug.  "Honey, I've
been looking -- I was worried."

"They found me," Tommy said, pointing to Danny and James.

Tommy's mother thanked the boys profusely, and then she found their moms
and thanked them.  Tommy's parents invited all of them to a cookout that
night at another cabin at the lake's edge, not far from their own cabins.

Tommy's father prepared t-bone steaks for all of them.  After the adults
ate, they sat around the firepit, and the boys took Tommy to the little
dock at the lake's edge.  They threw pebbles into the water and told
stories to entertain Tommy until it was time for the boy to go to bed.  He
hugged them both and ran back to his cabin.

"Sweet kid," James said later as they cuddled in bed.  "Seems kind of
lonely up here."

"Most of those other kids down at the lake were older than him," Danny
said.

So for the remaining four days of their week at the lake, the boys had a
little shadow almost all day long.  Tommy's mother told the boy not to
pester them all the time, but the boys found they didn't mind.  Tommy went
swimming with them, and, when it appeared he wasn't very good at it, Danny
and James helped him.  He was ready to hike with them and go boating, and
the boys genuinely liked having the child around.

Late in the next-to-last night of their stay at the lake, Danny and James
finally went to bed.  They'd been very careful around the adults, as
always, but they had also been careful what they said and did when little
Tommy was around.  When they were out in the woods together a couple of
times they had all peed together.  Tommy had watched their dicks, but any
little boy would have done the same, and Danny and James thought nothing of
it.

They were so exhausted from all the exercise outdoors Danny began yawning
the minute he got into bed.  He may have dozed off for a moment.

"Oh, loverboy," James crooned into his ear.  "I know you're tired.  But how
about a nice slow fuck to send you off into lullaby land?"

Danny grinned.  "I'm all yours."

"You sure a hell are," James smiled.

Danny got on all fours on the bed, and James was at his ass licking and
sucking him.  He slicked his cock with lube and began a slow entrance, and
Danny groaned quietly.  They had learned that sound carried easily at the
lake.  James fucked slowly, his groin making soft little slaps against
Danny's ass.  He was building the tension inside himself as he caressed
Danny's back and shoulders.  He moved slowly for a while, not so much
fucking him as caressing his lovetunnel with his dick.

"Ohh Danny... ooooo sweekcakes... ooooo..."  And James got to the point
that he urgently needed to move fast, to get deep inside with each stroke,
to fuck fiercely into his lover.  He clenched his lips to keep from crying
out as he came, filling Danny's tunnel with his love cream.

The boys collapsed on the bed, their fingers tracing tiny patterns on their
moist skin.  After a while, Danny began to stroke his dick slowly, and
James removed his hand and replaced it with his lips.  He licked Danny's
dickhead, lapping at the "Y" underneath it, as Danny moaned.

"Oh, shit!"  Danny pulled away from James and sat up.

Tommy was watching them from the doorway.

"What... Tommy..."  James was stunned to see the little boy standing there.

"You play like my friend does with his brother," Tommy giggled.  "I know
how, too."  He stood there in his white briefs, a small tent in the little
pouch.

Danny and James sat as if frozen, not certain just what to do.

Tommy ran over to the bed and climbed onto it.  "Danny?" he asked.  "James?
Can I play, too?"

Danny felt his stomach turn over inside.  "Uh, Tommy, I don't think... You
should be in your own cabin... Your mommy and daddy..."

"They went to sleep after they played," Tommy stated matter-of-factly.  "So
I got up and came over here to see if you were still awake."

James was scooting away from the little boy, but Tommy reached out and
grabbed his dick, still wet from Danny's ass.

"You did the cum already," Tommy said, sounding disappointed.

"Ah, look, Tommy, you really shouldn't..." Danny started.

But Tommy had reached over for his dick, too.  Danny had been close to his
cum when James had been sucking him, and the little fingers around his
shaft made his dick throb urgently again.

"Can I play, too?  Please?"  But Tommy wasn't waiting for an answer.  He
pulled his little briefs off and was as naked as the boys.  And his tiny
dicklet was as hard as their big cocks.  He sat crosslegged, and his little
one inch dick stood straight out.  He giggled as he tapped it to make it
bounce.

"But you won't tell mommy and daddy, okay?" Tommy asked, a more serious
look on his little face now.  "They don't know that Jeff and Rickie and me
play up in their treehouse.  It's got to be a secret."

Danny still found it a little difficult to breath.  "A secret," he echoed.
He looked at James.  Could they do this?

Tommy took Danny's echo to be an agreement, and he reached for Danny's hard
dick again.  "Do you like my weinie?"  He giggled.

James slowly moved his hand to the little boy and stroked his soft
shoulders.  "Tommy, Tommy, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I like you.  You're my friends," Tommy stated.  "You like me, don't you?"

James answered by enclosing the boy's warm tiny weinie in his hand, and
Tommy responded with a long sigh.  He lay down beside James so he could
still reach Danny's dick, and all three boys began to gently fondle each
other's dicks.

Tommy's little dick was thin, smooth, and so warm.  Danny and James moved
their fingers over and around it.  The little head was a miniature of their
own cockheads, and the tiny lips formed a little hole no larger than the
end of a pin.

Danny moved to lean in to suck it, but then he hesitated.  Tommy saw the
movement and grinned, nodding his anticipation.  "Jeff likes to lick it.
He calls it my lollipop," he giggled.

Danny took the hard dicklet into his mouth.  His tongue could circle it
with room to spare, nevetheless it seemed to swell at the touch.  One inch,
he thought.  And as hard as James or I ever get.  Tommy moaned as the teen
licked and sucked his little lollipop.

But he pulled away.  "Now your turn," Tommy said to James.  James smiled
uncertainly, but he leaned over the smaller boy and sucked on his little
sextool.  It tasted hot and slick against his tongue.  But so tiny!

Tommy lay back and directed them, Danny and James taking turns sucking on
the little stem rising stiffly from Tommy.  They moved in and out as they
shared the little feast their new friend had brought them.  Tommy cood like
a little pigeon as his dicklet was sucked.

As they sucked, the boys' own cocks began to stiffen again; then they began
to leak.  Tommy noticed, of course.  He sat up.

"I know what that is," he said expertly.  He wiped his finger across James'
cock and brought the precum into his mouth.  Then he helped himself to
Danny's.  "And that means I can make you cum now."

He stroked Danny's dick first, moving his little hand up and down from the
cockhead until his fingers landed in Danny's bush.  Danny stared at the
little fingers and shivered as their effect on him grew.  He moaned, and
the sound made Tommy smile broadly.  The sight of the little boy caressing
his cock with those little fingers brought Danny quickly to the point of no
return, and he shot hard into the air, grunting loudly.  Tommy continued to
stroke him until his orgasm passed.  Danny's leg and Tommy's hand were
covered with cum.

"Now you, James," Tommy said.  But Tommy licked James' dick head once to
taste his precum, and that alone almost made him cum.  Tommy grasped his
new friend's cock and pumped him.  "Bigger than Jeff," he muttered to
himself.

James shot almost immediately.  With a long groan his cream shot onto the
boy's cheek, then onto his own thigh.  He shot several more times, even
though he had just cum when he fucked Danny, and each convulsion came from
so deep inside he groaned.

Tommy was delighted with the cum on his cheek.  He wiped it into his mouth
and grinned, his little teeth covered with it.  He swiped up all he could
get from both the boys and licked it from his fingers.

Then he hopped down from the bed and pulled his shorts back on.
"Remember," he said to them.  "You promised.  You can't tell my mommy or
daddy."  And he ran out of the room and back to his own cabin.

Danny and James lay side by side in silence.  The little boy was in and out
of their bedroom in only a matter of minutes.  They were still dumbfounded
by their little sex partner.

Finally, James whispered, "I think I was just taken advantage of by a
little six-year-old kid."

"Mmmmm."  That was all Danny could say.  They rolled into each other's arms
and drifted off to sleep.

"Danny!  James!"

They were awakened early the next morning as Tommy called for them loudly,
running up to their cabin.

"I got to say good-bye!"

The boys, hastily pulling on their shorts, met the little boy outside.  His
parents waved in the distance; they were loading things into their car.

"We're going home today," Tommy announced, "and I have to say good-bye."

"Uh, good-bye, Tommy.  We didn't know you were leaving today," Danny said.

"Yeah," the boy said, "we got to go."

"Come on, Tommy," his mother called from the car.

"Well, bye," Tommy said.  He grabbed James around the neck and gave him a
wet kiss on his cheek; then he did the same for Danny.  He turned around
and ran to the car and hopped in with a wave.  And the car pulled out.

Danny and James stood staring at each other in the cold morning air.

"It's damn cold out here," James said.  "And the sun's hardly up.  Let's
get back inside."

Danny stood for a moment watching the car drive away.  He turned to the
cabin and called, "Hey, James.  I had this really strange dream last
night..."  He paused.  "...I think..."

And he ran up the steps to get back to the warmth of their bed.