Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2008 15:27:00 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 6 & 7

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 6


There were no sleepovers for a while.  Danny got no invitation from
James, and when he invited James, James said he couldn't that night and
gave no reason.  Danny was afraid that whatever it was with his best
friend, James was mad at Danny for some reason.

They saw each other almost every day.  There was ball practice, of
course.  And they met at the park to ride around.  Once they went up to
Danny's room to play NFL again.  Then they tried poker for a while.
Things seemed okay, but James... well, James just wasn't himself.

Thinking it all over in bed one night, Danny decided he wasn't, in fact,
losing his best friend.  They still did stuff together, didn't they?
They joked and laughed and teased each other like they always had, but
now and then James would just sort of shut down, not be like himself.

He slid his hand down into his boxers and then decided just to shuck them
off onto the floor.  He was hard anyway, thinking about James, and he
began to stroke.  Sometimes when he worried about James he almost got
tears in his eyes, and sometimes he got hard.

His dick was glistening in the light a little bit, because he had learned
to put a little spit on it.  And when it was slippery it felt really
good.  He'd measured it again, and it had grown a little.  Maybe.  His
dick head was so sensitive...

Suddenly, Danny stopped.  He had the feeling again, in the pit of his
stomach.  Something was wrong.  Was this it?  That he played with his
dick so much?  Could James tell somehow?  Did he disapprove?  No,
couldn't be.  Danny was gleaning from other boys that a lot of guys play
with their dicks, just ordinary guys, especially when they can finally
cum.  But not all boys, maybe.

Probably James played with his, too.  Maybe.  But maybe he didn't.  They
never seemed to talk about... stuff like that.  Sex.  Maybe boys only
talked about jacking off when they were around lots of other guys.
Except, Danny had never heard James talk like that at school when he
was around the guys.  Of course, Danny realized, he didn't, either.

That pit-feeling got stronger.  Is it because I'm gay?  Does James
think...  Oh god, no, he thought.  Don't let it be that!  No one knew --
no one at all.  Absolutely no one.  But had James somehow figured it
out?  Did he look different somehow?  No, he didn't think so.  Except for
his dick growing.  He smiled a little bit and resumed stroking.

Did he act differently?  Was that it?  Did gayboys act differently than
ordinary guys in some way that people could tell?  Maybe the way he rode
his bike?  Or talked?  Or walked?  Did his voice sound funny?  Something
in his eyes...?  He tried to think back to the beginning of summer and of
all that he had done with James.  Was there anything that would have
looked different?  He didn't think so, but then maybe a queer wouldn't
know that about himself, anyway.

NO.  He settled that in his mind pretty quickly.  NO!  He would not call
himself, think of himself, as a queer.  That was how the guys at school
talked sometimes about gays.  Queers were so awful, so wierd, so bad, so
far out crazy... No, he was gay.  Just your ordinary seventh grade guy.
Who happens to be gay.

By this time his dick was requiring more of his attention.  His queer
dick.  He grinned.  Okay, so that was okay, maybe, just to kind of joke
with himself about having a queer dick.  His queer dick that was so nice
and hot and wet and hard.  He started pumping faster.

Oh, James, if only I could do this with you, give you the pleasure I'm
giving myself, my beautiful best friend...  He thought of James at one of
their sleepovers, naked except for his boxers, those white boxers that
contrast so much with his summer tan, the tan that covered his chest and
back, his face with the smile the lips eyes James...

His belly tighted like it was being wound up as a clock would be, tighter
and tighter, until he could hardly stand it anymore.  He could swear his
dick was hotter; he knew it -- certainly the dickhead -- was so sensitive
his legs were quivering.  He felt like he was being lifted off the bed
higher and higher...

"AAwwwwww fuuuuuuck.....oooooooooooooooooooo...!"  His dick shot his cum
right up into the air, and  it landed on his groin, right where those
black hairs were getting a little thicker.

He grunted as two more smaller shots raced through his dick to land on
his fingers.  He stroked it a little longer, wiping the drops of cum on
his finger onto his dick.  He moaned.  When the afterglow had faded, he
wiped up a little of the cum on his pubic hairs and licked his fingers.
He smoothed what remained of the cum around his mound and the base of his
dick.  He grinned to himself.  It was good to have a cock.  Then for some
reason that... guilty... sad feeling came back...

He climbed back into his shorts quickly and began straightening his room,
just to have something to do.  At least he had one less thing to worry
about!

He had settled what had become an increasing worry to him.  They had
lived there barely a year.  It had been sort of an experiment, to see how
his mom could do in the job she had gotten after the divorce, if it would
be enough to support them.  What if she decided it hadn't worked out?
And they had to move?  He would lose the very best friend he could ever
hope to have.

But they were not moving; now it was for sure.  Though his mom was
keeping it from him -- or trying to -- he knew that what she was
making kept things pretty tight, money-wise.  She had said more than once
that she shouldn't have rented a house that was so expensive.  His
unspoken fear was that they might have to move so she could find another
job.

Toward the end of the summer, he had gotten up enough courage just to ask
the question:  "Mom, we're not going to have to move again, are we?"
They had been in Springfield just over a year, and it had been the
happiest time in his life.

"No, hon, we're not moving.  Why do you ask that?"

"Well, it's just that... I mean, I know I made a big fuss when we moved
here.  But I don't want move again, now that I've got friends here, and
school and all.  Mom, you know I've got a best friend."

"Yes, I do," she said.  She looked at her growing son over the supper
table and smiled.  She was so proud of him.  So much had changed -- and
for the better -- with their move to Springfield, she couldn't imagine
moving anywhere else.  For Danny's sake, if for no other reason.  He had
friends here and wasn't as lonely as he had been.  His grades were good,
better than they had ever been.  He was enjoying his boyhood.

"I know you and James are best friends, and I'm glad; he's a very nice
boy."

And, she thought to herself, if the job doesn't pay quite enough, I can
work something out.

She had worried about him a lot.  She sighed when she realized that it
had been more than half his lifetime since he had had a father.  He was
only six when they'd divorced.  And his father had done no more for him
since the divorce than he had done before.  Nothing.  It was as though
Danny had never had a father at all.  Sometimes, she thought, it's better
that Danny remembered so little about him.

No, she thought.  If she could possibly help it, they would not move.

The boys celebrated the end of summer twice.  The first time was a pizza
party with the team after their last game.  They had been ranked fourth
in the league, which was pretty good.  Both their moms went with them,
since the parents were invited to help celebrate.

The coach made a little speech about how good the summer had been.  And
he made a special effort to mention every single boy on the team and say
something nice about him.  He had obviously planned it out, because he
had notes to refer to.

He called James "that brainy kid with the killer bat, who saved us more
than once."  James swung an imaginary bat across the table at Danny as
they all laughed; then they laughed harder when he accidentally knocked a
glass over.  "I meant the one with the clumsy killer bat, of course," the
coach grinned.

He called Danny "the one who runs bases so fast he's a blur, but a blur
the girls are starting to pay attention to."  Danny flushed a deep red as
the guys all teased him about being a "girl magnet."  And on the way out,
Steve socked him on the shoulder and grinned, "Hey, stud, leave some of
the girls for me, huh?"

Their second celebration was the last sleepover of the summer.  It was
the first since James had started acting a little funny sometimes.  But
it had been James' idea.  It was going to be at James' house, but
something went wrong with the air conditioner, and they went to Danny's
instead.

They ordered pizza, with the proviso from their moms that once school
started they'd start eating "real food" again.  They even took the pizza
and sodas up to Danny's room; they ate and watched "Men in Black" -- the
original one.  They both agreed the first one was better than the newer
one.  Since they'd practically memorized the movie anyway, at the
less-interesting parts of the movie they argued the merits of all the
Superman movies they had seen.

With the mess from the pizza taken downstairs, they decided to watch some
old movie on TV while they tackled dessert -- popcorn.  Danny's mother
had grinned and rolled her eyes when they had decided on dessert, but she
had said nothing.

As they rearranged themselves on the floor, Danny said, "I hate to see
summer over."

"Yeah," James agreed.  "But it's been a good summer, you know?"

"Sure has."  Danny was silent for a moment.  "Hey, everything's okay,
like, between us, right?"

"Yeah, Danny.  'Course."

Danny's insides relaxed; he hadn't even noticed that he'd tensed up for a
minute.  "Cool."  He hesitated; maybe that was all he should say.  Then
he spoke hurriedly, so he'd get all the words out.  "You're the very best
friend I ever had."  He watched James' face carefully, almost afraid to.

James' face was serious.  He wasn't going to joke about it, anyway. James
met his eyes.  "Me, too, Danny.  And the brother I've always wanted."

They smiled.  And Danny felt like cheering. And crying.  And cheering
some more.  Instead, he started channel-surfing on the TV.

They started out with one war movie then switched to another.  It showed
a convoy of German trucks.

"Hey," James said," do you know where the Volkswagen came from?"

"You tell me," Danny replied.  "You're the one with the brain -- and the
clumsy bat."

James grinned and hit Danny on the shoulder.  They had picked up that
habit from the team.  "The war," James said.
"WWII. Hitler invented it.  Promised cars to everybody."

"Okay, smartass," Danny said.  "Who was the soldier who got the most
medals in WWII?"  And he hit James on the shoulder.

"Fuck, man!  That hurt."  But James was grinning.

"Shut up, loudmouth," Danny shushed; "Watch your dirty mouth.  You
want my mom to throw us out of here?"

"I got a home to go to; you get to sleep in the street," James came
back.  "So, okay, who was it, and how would I know that anyway?"

"'Cause we just watched the movie, doofuss!"

"What one?"  James said as he tried to sock Danny again.  Danny dodged
it.

"Remember the guy, he was a kid like us at the beginning of the movie,
and his dad died, and he joined the Army?"

"We just watched that on TV at my house the other day; yeah I remember,"
James said.  "So, who was he?"

"The guy who played the soldier!  The guy in the movie," Danny answered.

"You mean the actor?"  James looked surprised.

"Yeah.  I mean, no..." Danny said.  "I mean, the guy who played the
soldier was really the soldier.  He was really the guy himself."  He
paused.  "Uhm...Audy Murphy.  More medals that anybody else."

"Hey, cool.  He made a movie about himself?"

"And so he was already famous before they made the movie," Danny said.

Then they argued about who would play them -- Danny and James -- when
their movie got made.  By the time their suggestions for each other had
gotten to the Teenage Ninja Turtles and Spongebob Squarepants they were
rolling on the floor laughing.

They stayed up really late, but that was the agreement with their moms.
Finally, James said he was tired and needed to take his shower and get to
bed.  He went to the bathroom and left Danny looking through some of his
new baseball cards.

James watched himself in the mirror as he stripped.  It was fun being
with Danny, he was thinking.  He really liked him, liked him a lot.  He
really, really liked him an awful lot.  He had meant it: best friend and
brother.  And Danny had brought it up, so he knew Danny had really meant
it.  Just ordinary guys -- who happened to be blood brothers.

And by the time he was naked his dick was hard.  James held it straight
out and stroked it a few times.  It was now almost five inches.  Well, it
was more than four-and-a-half.  He watched it in the mirror for a while,
then he looked at the real thing in his hand.  The base now protruded
from the beginning of a nice little patch of dark brown hair.

He was glad he had a circumcised dick.  There were only a few
uncircumcised ones in his gym class, but he liked to see the dickheads in
the shower.  Looking very carefully, just glancing.
He hoped he and Danny would have the same gym class next year.

And he liked to see his own dickhead.  He liked looking at it, glancing
down as he dressed or holding it for a while before he jacked off.  Was
that wierd?  No, he decided.  Sometimes when he was hard and he had his
pants on, he could see a kind of outline of his dick.  Had to be careful
about that, of course.

The flair of the crown at the base of his dickhead was really red now.
He used his hand to push a little precum out of it, then he smeared in
around his peehole.  He got butterflies inside when he did that.

Was Danny circumcised?  He'd become really curious lately with the
realization that he liked his dickhead so much.  What would Danny's
dickhead look like?  He probably was circumcised.
But maybe not.  There were those guys in gym class, so there were
probably others in school.  What did Steve call them?  Yeah, uncut.
Ouch, he thought.  But he liked cut.  What would Danny's dickhead look
like when it was wet and slick?

He was sure Danny jacked off, but he didn't know if he could cum yet.
He'd just started being able to.  Maybe Danny hadn't yet.  Or maybe he
had...  Maybe he didn't jack off at all...

Thinking about Danny and his dick had swollen his cock completely, and
his dickhead was so sensitive he could only touch it lightly.  And before
he really expected it, he came.

"OOooooo...mmmmmmm..."  He had to keep his voice down.  But he watched
it.  His cock throbbed in his hand, and his peehole opened wide to shoot
out a string of cum that shot up and out and landed on the floor of the
bathroom, and another tightening of his belly shot more, then some drops.

Damn, on the floor.  The last ones had really landed on his fingers, but
there on the tile was a little puddle of it.  Thank god they had a tile
floor, he thought.  He took some toilet paper and wiped the puddle up,
then he tossed it into the toilet.  He stood naked above it and, without
touching his dick, he peed onto the sodden paper.  His pee, his cum.  He
grinned.

He flushed and got into the shower.

When he came back into the bedroom Danny had fallen asleep on his bed
with baseball cards scattered around him.  James decided not to wake him
up.  He carefully moved the pillow under Danny's head.  Then he stood
there, just watching.

Danny looked so nice.  Pretty.  He wouldn't want to be called that, but
he was.  Not like a girl.  But like a boy.  Yes.  His black hair looked
so soft in the light; James wanted to touch it.  Danny's cheeks, his
lips... James felt an urge to kiss him.  Just lightly.  He longed to.
But he was afraid he would wake him up, and then the secret would be
out.  His cock was hard and poking at his boxers.  It was too much of a
risk, he told himself.  He could not lose his best friend.  He just could
not.  But he felt a greater yearning for his friend than he had ever
known before.

He thought about the hits to the shoulder earlier in the evening.  He
would have to settle for that, he supposed.  Just to touch...  He
suddenly remembered how Danny had put his arm around James' shoulders
that day at practice.  That had felt so nice.  He had felt so close to
Danny then.

Just to touch...

There were tears in his eyes as he turned out the lights and crawled into
his sleeping bag.





JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 7


"It's not that different," Danny said.

"What isn't?"  James attention was on the cards in his hand.

"Eighth grade.  I kind of thought it might be different than seventh
grade," Danny replied.  "Eighth grade is almost high school."  Danny
played his hand.

"Great deduction there, Sherlock,"  James grinned.  They were in Danny's
room on the last afternoon before school resumed after Christmas break.
It was a school night, so James couldn't stay over, but they'd just had a
sleepover for New Year's Eve.

"You realize we're the biggest kids in school now.  Now that we're in the
eighth grade.  I mean, we're not grown up, but we're not really kids,
either."

James asked, "What are you talking about?"

Danny shrugged, but his face showed that he was serious.  He looked at
James.  "I mean, I'm not a little kid anymore.  You're not either."

"Okay, so I've got hair around my dick now -- so what?"  James froze.  Oh
shit fuck fuck shit.  What the hell did I say that for?  He stared at the
cards in his hand.  He stared harder.

The silence lasted a few seconds, but it seemed like an hour.

"So... we're almost 13," Danny stammered.  "We're not just plain 12
anymore; that's all I meant.  He played his hand.  James had hair around
his dick, he thought.  Of course, he did.  He was almost 13, not
almost 3.  He casually rolled to another position on the floor so his
stiffening dick could not be seen.

Danny and James had not been put in the same gym class this year,
either.  They shared history and English this year, but not the shower.
And sex was usually not part of their conversation, except in the
most generalized ways.  Each laughed at the sex jokes heard from the
other guys.  What eighth grade boy isn't ready to drop a few jokes or
funny lines about pussies and tits?

But when with each other, Danny and James only very rarely joked about
sex.  On occasion when it was just them, they said what ordinary
guys their age were expected to say about a girls.  For each of them, it
was a sort of camouflage.  At some level, each knew that about himself.

"Hey, guess what?"  James was ready to change the subject, so he did it
enthusiastically.  He played the winning hand.  "I win!  The game and the
prize!  Taa-daaa!"  He threw his arms up and cupped his hands together as
if accepting cheers from the crowd.

"Okay, okay, this isn't the Olympics," Danny said sarcastically.

"So I get to choose the movie!"

"Some prize," Danny grinned.  "When are we going to play for money?"

"When we get some, naturally."  James got up to look through the DVDs.
"This one.  King.  An old one -- 'Stand by Me.'"

"Hey, that's cool.  I like that one, too," Danny said.

They had watched it together a couple of times before, and James had
watched it alone, too.  The first time they'd watched it together they
were about the ages of the four boys in the movie.  Four young friends
who discover a body.

Four friends who walk through a swamp and then search over themselves for
leeches while they're in their briefs.  Two very nice, good-looking boys
who were best friends.  And in one scene, one of them comforts the other
by placing his arm around his shoulder.  Just ordinary guys...

And now, unknown to each other, Danny and James watched it through the
eyes of secretly self-acknowledged gayboys and loved it even more.  When
they got to the scene where one boy comforts the other, Danny and James
stared at the screen, each making great effort not to react visibly.

Two twelve-year-old minds flashed back to the previous summer when
another boy comforted his best friend, his blood brother, by placing his
arm around his shoulder at the ball field.  It had been a small gesture
and had taken place months before, but it had been seared into the
memories of each of them.

When the movie was over, it was still the middle of the afternoon.  Danny
went down to get more sodas, and when he came back James was looking
through some Playstation 2 games.

After they'd settled and gotten into one of the games, the talk returned
to school.  They critiqued teachers -- again.  They talked about
a history project they would be doing together -- something that had not
gotten started over Christmas break.  It was to be on WWII -- their
interest in war movies had finally paid off -- but they hadn't decided on
specifics yet.  And they talked about some of the kids they knew.

After a break in the conversation to pay a little more attention to the
screen, James said, "Now there's a difference in the eighth grade."

"What is?"

"You said there wasn't much that was different about the eighth
grade," James said.  "Boobs are."

"Huh?"  Danny looked puzzled.

"Yeah, boobs.  Boobs are different in the eighth grade," James said as he
played.  It was a comment he'd overheard at school.  "The girls used to
have flat chests, but now some of them are really starting to show their
boobs."

"Yeah, I guess so," Danny replied, focusing on the screen.

"So," James asked, "What do you think of all the hot-looking girls?  Some
of them sure look different than they did last year."

"Oh," Danny said casually, "I don't know.  Don't really pay much
attention to them."  He looked straight at the screen.

"You're kidding," James said.  He laughed a little.  "You don't like
girls?"  He grinned like any healthy and ordinary eighth grade guy was
supposed to grin when discussing girls.

Danny made another couple of moves in the game and then set the control
on the floor in front of him.  He swallowed.  He looked at the floor.  He
didn't dare look at James.

James made another couple of moves before he realized Danny wasn't
playing anymore.

"James, you know a lot of stuff about me, because we've been best friends
now for a couple of years."

"Sure," James said.  He could not mistake Danny's more solemn mood.

"So I need to tell you something you don't know yet. Something I guess
you need to know."

"Okay," James said.  He set his control down, too.  He sensed this was a
serious moment.  "So, what do you have to tell me?"

Danny was silent.  Then he spoke a little more quietly and a lot more
rapidly.  "James, you're a great looking guy and everything about you is
just about perfect and you've been the best friend I ever had and..."  He
hesitated.

"What do you mean?" James asked.

Danny said, "James, I love you."

"Yeah," James responded; "I love you, too.  My best friend ever."

"No.  No."  Danny looked up from the floor and held James' eyes.  "No, I
really, really love you, James."  He swallowed again.  "Don't you get it,
James?  I'm gay."  He spoke very rapidly now.  "I've been gay since
before I was 12..." His voice broke.  "...love you..."

Danny got up suddenly, left the room, and went into the bathroom.  James
was stunned.  Danny?  Oh god, he thought.  He felt the tears in his
eyes.  Danny...

James rushed into the bathroom to find Danny standing at the window, his
arms hugging himself, sobbing.

"No, no, Danny," James said to Danny's back.  "Please, please don't cry,
Danny."

"I have to," Danny said, his breath choked off by his sobs.  "Can't help
it...don't want to lose you...my best friend...only friend I want..."

James turned Danny around to face him, put his hand under his chin, and
raised his face.  He looked Danny in his eyes.  There were tears on
James' face, but he spoke slowly and quietly so Danny would understand
every word.

"No, Danny," James said.  "You've not lost a best friend.  You've just
made a boyfriend."

Danny looked blank, as though James had been speaking another language.

"Danny," James continued, "I'm gay, too, and I've known it for a while.
I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I've known it, deep down.  And
I've been afraid to tell you.  I have to tell you this now, Danny.  I
love you."

James' arms slipped around Danny, and Danny lowered his arms to meet his
embrace.  They were both crying now, their heads next to head other as
their arms hugged them tightly together.  The wet, warm breath of each
went past the ear of the other.

Their crying became quieter, but their embrace remained tight.  They had
never been this close physically.  Cheeks resting against each other,
chests pressed tightly together, arms rigid in embrace, hands clutching
at the flesh only millimeters away under shirts.  Breathing together.

It was a moment they would never forget, and, somewhere in the depths of
their minds, they knew that.  They wanted the moment to last forever,
and, in their memories, it would.

Their thighs were tense, keeping their groins pressed together as part
of the embrace.  For a long moment the closeness of the embrace was a
delicious new experience to be savored as long as possible.

They could never remember, later, just where it started.  Lips brushed
along the cheek of one of them, searching for a pathway forward to the
moist fullness of the other's mouth.

Lips touched lightly.  Brushed gently.  Each was overwhelmed by the
softness and heat given and absorbed by sensitive lips.  Lips seen so
often, but never touched.  For a moment they held their touch lightly,
then they pressed together.  Neither boy had ever kissed anyone like this
before, but a kiss is an instinctive thing.  The lips knew how to
part.  The tongues knew how to meet, touch, taste.

Danny felt the tears forming again behind his closed eyelids.  James'
tongue was hot, so hot, soft, gentle.  He had never been this close to
the boy he had loved quietly, privately.  He licked at the tongue moving
inside him, licked again slowly.  Closer, he wanted to be closer yet...

James tongue moved between the coarse top of Danny's tongue to feel the
silky smoothness of the inside of his cheek. He shivered as he slid his
tongue slowly beside Danny's and into the dark, moist cavity.  He brushed
it outward along the slick teeth and then pushed it deep again, deeper in
Danny, his love Danny...

Their first taste of each other had been experimental, neither of them
quite sure what such a kiss would be.  It was as though their tongues
were entirely apart from them --completely disassociated from the bodies
pressing tightly into each other -- living, twisting, insistent things
moving on their own, probing, testing.

Then the same tongues became things with real minds of their own, moving
with determination and more quickly over and around the new environment
they'd discovered, marking it as their own, faster and more demanding
movements that conquered and claimed the heat, the wetness...

Virgin tongues no longer virgin...

And as their tongues moved inside, their movements pressed to the
limit dicks that were already hard and hot.  Danny and James continued to
lick and taste but became more and more aware of the insistence of their
dicks, demanding almost to the point of pain.

They slowed their kiss, and their tongues each retreated, allowing their
lips to touch lightly, again and again, with kiseses that did not want to
stop.  Eventually the boys pulled away slightly and looked at each
other.

Their eyes met and locked, wet and slightly stunned.  It was the first
time they had looked at each other since this completely new experience
that marked them, now, as something so much more that mere friends.

Danny was the first to speak.  "I love you, James."  It was a whisper
forced out from his tight throat.

"I love you, Danny."

They gently rocked with each other as their embrace became a little
lighter; James was the first to begin to moan.  It was a sound familiar
to him, a sound he frequently made in the privacy of his bed or shower,
but now he was humming almost into the ear of his lover, a sound he could
share for the first time in his life.

Danny pressed his lips together tightly and moaned.  And their sounds
echoed slightly off the smooth walls, filling the small room with a kind
of music only lovers are meant to hear and understand.

Before his dick exploded in his pants, James pulled away a bit.  Danny's
groin followed him at first, as though unwilling to part with the
delicious pressure that had been building between them.

"Can..." Danny began quietly, "can I see...?"

"Let's go back to your room," James said.

They crossed the hall and returned to Danny' bedroom, ordinary guys
but different than those who had left it long moments ago, changed in a
way that would never be unchanged.

They sat on the edge of James' bed, and James put his arm around Danny.
With his other hand, he unzipped Danny's jeans and began to reach inside.

"No," Danny said boldly.  "Let's just take them off."

Danny reached up for the waistband of James' jeans and unfastened
them.  His moved his arm away to allow James to unfasten and unzip his
jeans.  Together, they each lowered their jeans to their knees.  Their
boxers were tented and distorted, and with a mutual nod, the boys pulled
them down.  Their boxers and their jeans then fell to their ankles.
Their t-shirts landed on the floor.

They sat, looking at each other for just a moment.  Their young bodies
were completely revealed to each other for the very first time.
Two friends naked together for the first time, their eyes moving over
their nakedness, caressing it.  Their hard cocks were freed, fiercely
reddened.  It was as though each was afraid to touch the precious boyhood
of the other.  But that moment was quickly over.

Danny reached for James' dick.  He drew his breath in quickly at the heat
of it and let it lay in his palm a moment so he could look at it,
actually see what he had been seeing only in his imagination for so long.

"It's... so... beautiful."  He moved his hand up so the cockhead was in
his palm and he could trace the ridge of the crown with his thumb.
"You're circumcised, like me," he said.  "We're alike."  It was as though
he were murmuring to himself about his discovery of this beautiful
boyhood, not speaking to James but recording the moment in his own boy's
mind.

Danny moved his hand so he could see James' hair, a small dark brown nest
at the base of his dick.  He closed his hand around the shaft and slowly
moved his hand up and down.  So hard in such soft skin.

James could not stand the touch without something in his own hand.
Danny's hand moved aside as James reached for the hard cock pointing up
between Danny's legs.  He held it, gently at first, then he closed
his fingers around it.  Circumcised, like his own.  The cockhead a little
more blunt.  His fingers touched and stroked lightly, around and down to
the curly black hair.

"Oh, James,"  Danny said, almost hissing.  "Please...jack me off,
James...oh it feels so nice."

James looked up at Danny's face to see that his eyes were closed, his
face turned upward a bit, his arm bracing him as he leaned back a bit.
And he began to slowly stroke the beautiful cock in his hand.  My
boyfriend's dick, he thought, Danny, my Danny.  Danny's cock throbbed in
response to James' movements, and he began to stroke a little faster.  He
saw Danny's belly shiver and knew a wave of pleasure had passed through
him.

With that shiver, Danny simply lost the strength to sit up, and he fell
back onto the bed, his feet still on the floor.  He unconsciously spread
his legs a bit.  His cock was now able to point straight to the ceiling,
and James continued to stroke it up and down.  Danny knew it would not
last long.  He'd wanted this too much, with James.  It was so different,
with James' hand on it, urging it...

Danny was moaning, and James was thrilled with the pleasure he knew he
was giving his boyfriend.  His own cock throbbed, but he was afraid to
touch it, afraid he would cum.

"Oh James good so good James... going to... cum..."  Danny was now
shoving his cock into James' hand.  His thrusts into James' fist were
harder and faster than James' movements had been.  He was close, he
needed to need to so much needed...

Danny's belly  tightened almost painfully, and then his body took over.
The heat expanded outward through his groin.  His cum seared the tube in
his cock as it shot outward.  "AAAaaaa...Jaaaaaames... oooooooooo..."

James was looking at Danny's cockhead as the first shot of cum appeared,
bursting from his peelips to shoot outward for a couple of feet.  As it
fell to Danny's thigh and even before it landed, Danny moaned loudly
again, and a second shot, followed by a third, was thrust into the
air.  James kept stroking, and the tiny lips parted again for the passage
of cum that now ran down the cockhead and onto James' hand.

Danny was panting as his orgasm passed.  James' continued stroking
lightly.  With his other hand, James wiped some of the cum from Danny's
thigh.  He licked at it with his tongue.

He looked back to see that Danny was watching him.  He looked dazed, as
though he were partly in the room and partly somewhere else.  James
smiled to himself.  He knew that feeling.  Then he realized tha Danny's
dick was still hard.  He moved his hand on it.

"No," Danny spoke quickly and sat up.  "Let me jack you, James.  I want
to so bad."

Without a word, James lay back on the bed.  He caught a glimpse of his
hard dick wavering as it pointed upward, but Danny's hand soon closed
around it.

"Ohhhh fuck Danny... that feels soooo nice..."

Danny smiled through the tears that had once again formed in his eyes.
He ignored them and fastened his attention on the hot thing in his hand,
hot and hard and soft and so lovely... He stroked from the base to the
head, raking the crown of the cockhead with the inside of his fist as he
moved over it.

"Urrrrrr... oh god yesss..."  James was almost writhing on the bed
beneath his hand.

James had never felt anything as stimulating as the hand now working his
dick.  All his senses focused on the few inches of his body over which
Danny's hand was flying.  He moaned and knew that it would not be far
away.

Danny loved it, the thing in his hand.  Suddenly, he wanted to kiss it,
but that would come later, he hoped.  Now was the time to pull from his
lover everything his balls had stored, every drop of liquid love...

"Going to... cum... Ohhhhh Dannnny love... youuuu...

The twisting began suddenly inside James, and he knew he couldn't control
it, didn't want to control it, wanted it to bloom into the immense
pleasure he loved, wanted it to burst out of him for the first time into
his lover's hand...

"Yesssssss... ahhhhhhhhh..."  James' dick spewed a long rope of cum up
into the air, then a shorter one.  They both landed on his belly, some in
the brown hair on his mound.  Danny continued to stroke, and James gave
him more.  The hot cream ran over his fingers.  He slowed his stroking as
he saw James' body relax.

When he released the dick from his hand, he wiped up some of the cum and
tasted it.  Like his... different than his... James'...

Danny fell back onto the bed again, and the young lovers lay naked next
to each other, their pants still around their ankles and their feet still
on the floor.  The room smelled of their sex. Their hands reached for
each other.  They lay still, holding hands, breathing slowly, recovering
from the first love-making of their young lives.

Finally, "I wish you could stay tonight," Danny said.

James sat up abruptly and looked at the clock on Danny's dresser.  "Oh,
shit -- I'm late!"  He pulled up his clothes, wiping what remained of his
cum along with them.  "I was supposed to be home half an hour ago."

They both heard the phone downstairs ring.  James pressed his lips
against Danny, who was still lying on the bed.  Danny opened his mouth
and eagerly accepted James' tongue.  They kissed hurriedly, deeply,
urgently, because they knew what was coming.

"James," Danny's mom called up the stairs.  "That was your mother.  She
said to get home; you're late for supper."

James pulled away from Danny.  "Uh, okay," he called.  Then he went to
the door and opened it.  "Yeah, thanks."  He turned to Danny, still lying
on the bed.  He lowered his voice.  "I love you Danny.  See you in the
morning."

James had the sense to close the door before he thundered down the
stairs.  Danny lay as he had been, still naked, his hard dick pointing
upward as though expecting, needing,, demanding more.  He reached for it.

James cried on the way home.  He pedaled his bike, and the breeze he
created cooled the tears on his cheeks.  It was okay to cry, and he
didn't care, anyway.  He had a best friend.  He was gay, and it was all
right.  And, now he had a boyfriend who loved him.

They were just ordinary guys.  Just ordinary guys who happened to be
gay.  Just ordinary guys in love.

Could things get better than that for a couple of twelve-year-old boys?