Date: Mon, 28 May 2007 10:57:22 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 12   (b/b/b/b oral)

This story is completely fiction; it is the story of several young boys,
their friendships, and their sexual adventures together.  If you are not
18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you
must leave now.

Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.  If you would like to
copy the story, please, just ask.

I will try to respond to all emails:  the.empty.room@hotmail.com

Thanks to a reader/friend who let me borrow his name and youthful
sexual talents -- although what happens in this story is completely
fiction.

And this story is dedicated to two friends who just exchanged rings and
whose names appear in the story.  Their love is an inspiration.




The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 12  (b/b/b/b oral)




Phil was working on his bike in the back yard the next morning.  He
wasn't really working.  It was just something to do.

When he had awakened that morning in Neal's basement, Neal was already up
and dressed.  Danny and James were getting dressed.  There was an attempt
at conversation, but nobody really said very much.  Neal was certain he'd
gone way too far in coming out to his best friend, and Phil was very
uncertain about everything -- everything!

He was tightening some spokes when Danny and James came around the corner
of the house.  They didn't even say hello; they just sat in a couple of
the patio chairs.

Finally, James asked, "You're coming to practice this afternoon, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."  Phil couldn't even look them in the eye.  They probably
hated him for making it sound like they were... what?

"And afterwards?" Danny asked.  "You'll come out to the woods with us?"

"I... I don't know about that..."  Phil really didn't know what to do.
He wanted to.  But he couldn't.  Not if that meant it was gay stuff they
were doing.  Steve... Had he really been wanting to fuck Chap and Nick.
Isn't that what queers did?

He turned his head.  He didn't think he would get tears in his eyes -- he
was too old for that -- but just in case, he didn't want Danny and James
to see.

"We're not any different today that we were yesterday," James said
quietly.  "Or the day before that."  He paused, but there wasn't any
answer.  "We're just... us."

"I know guys."  But Phil didn't want to continue the conversation with
that subject.

"We heard what you said to Neal last night," Danny said.  "About his
still being your best friend.  Did you mean it?"

"Yeah, I meant it!" Phil answered.

"Being a best friend is a lot more than just saying you are," Danny
said.  "It means being one."

After an awkward silence, they each said a few more things about practice
and the team, and Danny and James finally got up to leave.  James stopped
next to Phil a minute.

"Your best friend needs you right now, goddammit!" he said fiercely.
"Your best friend fucking needs you, you hear me?"

"Come on," Danny said, pulling James away.  "That's not going to do any
good."

Phil went to practice, but he played as bad as he ever had.  If not
worse.  He didn't avoid Neal; he couldn't, not and practice as the coach
had planned for them.  Danny seemed friendly enough, and even James,
despite his outburst that morning.  Neal barely looked at him.

He went home without showering.

That night he went to bed early.  Kent had thought it was the signal, so
he came into the bedroom, stripped, took his piss in the bathroom, and
walked over to Phil's bed.  But when he tried to crawl in, Phil rolled
away from him.  "Not tonight, Kent."  Kent went to his own bed.

Sometime later, Phil could feel Kent sit on the edge of his bed.

"What's the matter, Phil?" his little brother asked.  "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Phil muttered.

"No, you're not."  Kent reached over and lay his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Phil suddenly rolled over and grabbed Kent, hugging him tightly.

"Don't you ever fuck up with a friend!"  Phil mashed his face into his
little brother's side.

Kent was frightened.  He'd never seen Phil like this.  Phil was almost
hurting him.

"What's the matter, Phil... what's the matter...?  You're hurting me..."

Phil loosened his grip, but he didn't let go.  "Fuck, I'm sorry,
Kent.  Didn't mean to hurt you."  He moved back from his brother a
little.  "I'm just so fucking messed up."

"You had an fight with Neal?" Kent asked.  He was still frightened a
little.  There were tears in Phil's eyes, and he'd never seen Phil cry
before.

"Sort of.  Complicated.  I think I hurt his feelings..."  What had he
done, Phil wondered.  He wasn't really sure.

"He's your best friend.  You'll make up," Kent said, with all the
experience of a nine-year-old.  He rubbed his big brother's belly.

Phil was suddenly overcome with how much he loved his brother.  That
wasn't queer, he thought.  There's nothing queer about loving your
brother...

Kent lowered his head and licked at Phil's soft dick once.  It hardened
immediately, and Kent sucked the cockhead into his mouth.

Oh fuck,  Phil thought.  It's just so fucking good...  How can it be
wrong if it's just so fucking good...?

He let Kent suck until he was ready to cum, then pulled the younger boy
over closer to him.  He leaned down and sucked Kent's smaller dick into
his mouth, and his own cock slipped away from Kent.  The younger boy
quickly rearranged himself so they could suck each other.  He wondered
why Phil was sucking so fast and hard so quickly... But he didn't mind.
If that's the way Phil wanted to do it, it was okay with him.

Phil groaned onto Kent's little dick once, and then he shot his cum into
Kent's mouth.  With his second shot, he felt Kent's smaller dick throb
with his dry cum, and with his third shot he grunted loudly.  He didn't
move as Kent rearranged himself again, so he could lie on his stomach
with his head on his big brother's chest.

They lay there quietly.  Phil did love Kent.  He almost said so.  But
they drifted off to sleep.

There was no practice the next day.  Right before lunch the phone rang.
It was Neal.

"Um...look, Phil, could you come over for a little while after lunch?"

"What for?  I mean... Yeah, I guess,"  Phil replied.

"I just got a new game and thought maybe we could learn it, that's all,"
Neal said.  "It's supposed to be pretty good."

They settled on a time, and Phil ate lunch wondering if this meant things
were okay with Neal.  Well, as okay as they could get, considering...

Phil walked in the back door of Neal's to find him in the kitchen.

"My folks are gone until dinner, so we don't have to be so quiet.  I've
got the game downstairs."

Phil followed him down the stairs, thinking that Neal seemed okay.  He
was still... like that, of course.  But if nothing happened...  Well,
they could enjoy video games, Phil thought.  Nothing wrong with that.

But when he got to the bottom of the steps, something dark was slipped
over his head.

It scared him for a minute, too much to resist it, and when he moved to
resist somebody behind him held him around his chest.  He could hardly
move as somebody else gripped him tightly.

"What... fuck... Neal, what the fuck is this...  What's going on?"

A rope was suddenly wrapped around his waist, and he was pulled to the
floor.  Whatever had been thrown over his head had been tied there, and
his hands couldn't reach high enough to untie it.  He struggled with his
legs, though, and almost pulled away.

"Shit!  What the fuck!  Stop it... stop it..."

The voice he heard froze him where he lay on the floor.

"It's okay, Phil," Danny whispered in his ear.  "It's okay.  It's just
us."

"Danny?  Is that you?  What the fuck, Danny...?  Phil... What's going
on?"

He felt hands at his waist unfastening his pants and other hands pulling
off his shoes and socks.  He stuggled, but someone was sitting on his
chest!  His pants and briefs were both pulled completely off.

Two hands pushed at his shoulders until he was sitting up; his shirt was
unbuttoned and pulled off.  He was completely naked.  He was placed back
on the floor again.  He pulled at the rope around his waist, but it was
tied to something on both sides of him -- he couldn't roll either way!
Somebody was fastening something around his left wrist and stretching his
arm.  He kicked suddenly when someone tried to tie something around his
right ankle and connected; he heard somebody -- Danny, James? -- react
with a mutter.  But then his ankle was held tightly as something was tied
to it and fastened to something at the other end.

Then, just as suddenly, no one was holding him.  But he couldn't get up;
he couldn't roll from one side to the other.  Weren't these his friends?
What the fuck were they doing to him?

Phil jumped when something flicked across his nipple, and a finger began
to brush back and forth there.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you this morning," James said.  James was on his
left, speaking quietly into his ear.  "I shouldn't have.  But you've got
friends -- us -- and we need to show you something."

"What?"  Phil's anger echoed in the unfinished basement.  "What?"

Danny spoke from his right.  "We need to show you that it's okay to enjoy
what you enjoy, to be who you are."

"What the fuck does that mean?"  Phil reached out with his hand, but he
found nothing to grab onto.

Phil sucked in a long breath when he felt something very light trace up
his right leg, from his ankle to his thigh.  It moved back down again,
then upward.  He realized that his cock was about as hard as it ever got
-- and it had been for a while.

"Don't be afraid of me, Phil," Neal said from where he sat by Phil's
leg.  "This is me touching you.  You did this to me one night --
remember? -- so I know you like it."

Another light touch started on his left leg.  Phil felt fingertips moving
slowly and gently up both legs at the same time.  And this time they
moved to his inner thigh.  Someone pulled his left leg out, and both sets
of fingers played lighted right beside his balls.

"Oh god, guys, no.  Please don't do this."  Phil jumped when more fingers
began to play with his few pubic hairs.  "Oh, shit, no...  Don't try
this; don't try to make me gay!"

James laughed quietly.  "That's not how it works, Phil.  Nobody makes you
that way.  You just are."

"Okay, so YOU are!" Phil said loudly.  "That's you!  Not me!"

"That what we need to show you, Phil," Neal said.  "That it's you, too."

"We can't make you anything you're not already, buddy," Danny said.  The
fingers at his pubes now moved lightly upward and played with the skin on
his belly and chest.  "Just relax, and let yourself enjoy what you
enjoy."

Phil's left nipple was suddenly against somebody's lips, and it was
sucked rapidly for a minute, then more slowly.  Phil couldn't help but
groan.  Then there were fingers moving lightly up and down the shaft of
his hard cock.

He felt fingers at the tie holding the cloth over his head, and it was
pulled away.  He saw it was Danny on his nipple and James fingering his
throbbing cock.  Neal was just getting on his knees next to his face.

"I'm glad you made me do stuff with these guys, Phil," Neal said.  "I was
scared, but it turned out to be okay when I found out there are other
guys like me."  He moved in close enough that he could take his wet
cockhead in his hand and rub it against Phil's cheek.  "I'm glad you
liked my big dick when you found it.  I'm glad you let me suck you."

Neal's voice was almost singing as he lay the underside of his cockshaft
across Phil's forehead and pulled it back, then rubbed it lightly over
his closed eyelips.  "I'm glad you let me kiss you.  I'm glad you put
your arm around me and held me."

The length of the five inch cock was throbbing against his cheek again,
and Phil could smell it.  He had a sudden urge to lick at it, to suck on
it, but he couldn't move his mouth fast enough to even touch it with his
lips.  Neal held it above his face for a moment.

"And, Phil," Neal said, even more quietly, "you did all those things
because you wanted to."

"This is the way we all are," Danny said.  "Nobody else needs to know.
But you need to know."

Phil's eyes were locked on the big cockhead right above him, the one he
had tasted several times, the one he had sucked until he sucked the cream
out of it.  Neal slowly ran his fingers and thumb down the
cockshaft, forcing the fluid inside to the head.  One drop of Neal's
precum appeared, inches from Phil's lips.  Neal milked his cock one more
time, and the drop grew larger.  It slowly began to drop downward.  A
string of precum held the big drop to Neal's cock for a long,
long moment, then it fell slowly onto Phil's lips.

"Awwww... awwwww..."  The sound from Phil's mouth was muffled as his
tongue raced around his lips to pull in the taste he'd come to love.
With that taste in his mouth, his eyes locked onto Neal's and begged for
more.  Only then did Phil realize someone had been slowly jerking his
dick.

He groaned and pushed his hips upward, but James' hand dropped away.
Phil's groan was now one of desperate need.  His eyes had been closed,
but they shot open as his lips felt the quick single caress of Neal's
cockhead.  He licked for more of Neal's taste and found it.

There was a movement at his waist, and Phil looked down in time to see
Danny lick at his cockhead.  James held it still for him, and Danny took
it fully into his mouth.  Phil could feel Danny's nose pressed into his
pubes.  Danny sucked hard as he raised his head, then he let the cock
fall free.

"Oh god..."  Phil's mouth was dry, and he could hardly form words.  He
needed to cum so badly, more desperately than he'd ever needed to.

Danny swallowed his cock once more, quickly, then pulled away.  James
released the throbbing dick, and it swayed in the air, as though it were
searching for the mouth it needed.

For a moment, no one was touching him.  Phil felt the near-pain in his
cock.  He felt his heart beating in time with the throbbing.  He realized
he was drenched with sweat.  His chest was covered with it; his back was
wet against the rug.

Neal reached down and gently wiped some of the sweat from Phil's
forehead.

Phil whimpered like a baby at the touch.  Why did he suddenly want to
raise his head to reach those lips, that face...

Someone must have said something or given some signal, because Danny and
James joined Neal at Phil's head.  There were suddenly three hard cocks
above his face.  Phil's eyes were wide, and his mouth actually dropped
open as he watched the three stroke their dicks only inches from his
face.  He could see the veins!  He could see the soft skin being pulled
over the hardness inside!  He could see three pairs of balls moving as
the cock above them were jerked.  He could smell the sex that was so
close.

The pleasure/pain between his legs overwhelmed him suddenly.  His cock
had overpowered all his senses and was demanding attention, insisting on
orgasm.  Phil closed his eyes as he groaned.  When he opened his eyes
again, Danny and James pulled their cocks away, and only Neal's huge five
inches remained above him.

"I'm going to give it to you," Neal whispered.  There was urgency in his
voice, the voice of an eleven-year-old who simply could not stop what he
had started.  "Going to cum...for you...Phil."
Neal kept his cockhead directly over Phil's lips.

Suddenly Phil regained some control when he realized what was going to
happen.  He opened his mouth wide; he wanted what Neal had.  He wanted
what Neal would give him.  Phil's moans mingled with Neal's as the
cockhead grew larger.  It was almost touching Phil's lips...

"UUHHHHHHHHHHH..."  Neal actually screamed with the force of his first
shot.  But he held his cock steady, and Phil's mouth received the boycum
shot into it.

"OOOOOOOOOO fuck..."  Neal's second shot hit Phil's tongue directly, and
Phil would have whimpered in pleasure at the surge of that taste in his
mouth, but his tongue was moving too rapidly to let any sound out.

"Phiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllll..."  A third shot, though weaker, nevertheless
shook Neal from head to foot.

Phil swallowed, then his tongue searched his mouth for more of his
friend's nectar.  He whimpered when there was no more to be found, but he
savored the remaining taste on his tongue.

"Oh, Phil..."  Neal fell into a heap on the floor next to Phil.
"Please...  Please...  Please..."

Please what?  Phil thought.  Please say that I love it?  Please say that
I want that cock?  Please say I need more of that taste?  Please
what....?

"AH!"  A pain shot into his groin, and he looked down.  James had moved
Phil's hips so Phil's cock was lying on his thigh, and the movement was
enough to shock the overworked dick.  James leaned in and kissed it,
smiling an apology to Phil.

Danny was kneeling on one side of him now, and James on the other.  They
were still stroking their dicks.  Their hands were moving slowly, and,
bracing themselves so they didn't fall on Phil, they leaned in toward
each other and began to kiss.  As they arched toward each other above his
groin, their tongues met.

Phil could see their tongues.  They touched outside the two pairs of
lips, then slowly licked up and down.  The lips seemed to swallow the
tongues as their faces moved closer together.  Phil watched their lips
seal against each other as they kissed deeply, slowly, lovingly.

Phil licked his own lips, and, as though answering the unspoken need,
Neal's lips were there.  Neal kissed his friend gently, but Phil raised
his head enough to force his tongue into Neal's mouth, moving it rapidly,
sucking as their lips pressed tightly.  Phil felt electrified all over as
he tasted his friend.

But Neal pulled away and moved down with the other two.  Neal's own cock
was hard again, and Phil felt his dick, red and raw, lurch as he kept his
eyes on it.  But Neal wasn't stroking.  Danny and James were.

They had released their kiss, and Phil could see their bellies heaving.
He knew they were about to cum, and the sounds they were making said the
same thing.  Danny and James hunched in closer over Phil -- what were
they doing? -- as their orgasms approached.

Danny came first.  His mouth dropped wide, but the sound he made was
small and strangled.  The moment his first shot left his cockhead, James
groaned loudly and came, too.

They both shot their hot cum directly on Phil's cock.

Danny shot a second, then a third time.  James continued to shoot.  Phil
couldn't count; he didn't think to count.  He watched, frozen, as his
cock, from the head all the way down his shaft to his balls and pubes,
was covered -- thoroughly covered -- with cum.  Danny and James seemed
never to end, to cum repeatedly.  And Phil's highly sensitive cock felt
each hot rope as it hit its target.

Finally the two were finished.  They sat back on their heels, and James
turned slowly to sink fully to the floor.

Phil could hardly breathe.  He was soaked.  His body was still drenched
with sweat.  There wasn't a dry spot on his cock or balls.  He stared at
his hard dick.  It was covered with a layer of smooth whiteness that
Danny and James had given him.  The mere thought of it made his cock
hurt, his need was so great.  His cock was waving wildly now, demanding
attention.

"Oh fuck please..."  Phil finally found his voice.  It was raspy,
broken.  "Please let me cum.  I got to... Oh, please let me cum..."

Without a word, Neal placed himself between his friend's legs and leaned
in to suck his cockhead into his mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK..."  The sensation on his cock was almost
more than Phil could bear.  He heard his own scream as his body surged
with a deeper need than he'd ever know.

Neal sucked on his way up from Phil's pubes, then pushed himself down.
There was hardly time to taste the warm cum coating his friend's
throbbing cock. He sucked on the way up again just in time to receive
Phil's first shot onto his tongue.

"OOOOOOOOOOO GOD OGOD OGOD OOOOOOO..."  Phil screamed again, but this
time it was the hot, intense pleasure deep inside his gut.  The pleasure
suddenly became a hard pain, then it was a hotness and goodness and
joy like he'd never felt.  His young prostate clamped tight, forcing the
hot cream into the small, dark tunnel.  His balls clenched so tight
against his body they almost entered it, emptying his boy sperm into the
hot river.

It all shot through the tube along Phil's cock so fast Phil never knew if
it was pain or pleasure.

His cum erupted into the boy sucking him, then he shot a second time and
a third.  His body bucked into Neal's face, but Neal continued to suck
rapidly.

Phil's cry became almost a high whine as the last of his cum was milked
from his wilting dick.  It felt as though his heart would burst inside
him.  He hadn't even been breathing, and as he gasped a long, deep breath
his head felt as though it were spinnning.

And then, still gasping for breath, his eyes filled with tears.  They ran
down his face.  Neal moved up to him and placed his lips against Phil's.
Neal's tongue opened his friend's lips, and Phil felt and tasted his own
cum as they slowly kissed.

Danny and James gently untied the rope around Phil's waist, then the
pieces of cloth they'd used to tie his arm and ankle.

The basement was quiet then, except for the heavy breathing of the two
best friends who finished their kiss.

It remained quiet for a while.

"You guys knew..."  Phil started to speak, but he had to stop and wait.
He was simply too weak for a few moments.

"You knew... all the time... before I did..."

"No,"Danny said quietly.  "You knew, too.  It just took you a little
while to realize it, to adjust to it."

"It's not a bad thing," James said, "for two guys to love each other.
It's a good thing.  It's a wonderful thing."

"Love..."  Phil stopped.  They'd never used that word before.  No, they
had once.  Neal had said those two boys in the movie loved each other...

"James and I love each other, Phil," Danny said.

Phil looked at Neal, sitting close to his head.

"Yeah, buddy."  Neal smiled.  "I love you.  Haven't I always?"

Neal lay beside Phil again.  Phil was still too weak to move very much,
but Neal put his arms around him and held him close.

Danny and James sat against the couch several feet away, their arms
around each other. They watched the two lovers exchange little kisses.
They watched their hands move gently over one another.  They heard little
whispers as Neal and Phil held each other.

Danny and James couldn't understand the whispers.  But they didn't need
to.  They had said the same things to each other many times before.

Finally, Neal and Phil fell away from each other.  It was quiet again.

"Now," Phil said, "you have to join the Jerkoffs."

"I'll be there for the next practice," Neal grinned back at him.

"Right after we shower," Phil reminded him.

"Well," Neal said, "I wouldn't go the first time without being clean!"
He grinned.

"Guys," Danny said.  "Let's all meet up at the park, in the picnic area,
like at 1:00.  That'll give us an hour before practice to talk."

"Yeah."  Neal and Phil spoke together.

"Oh, shit!" Neal suddenly sat up.  "My folks will be home pretty soon.

Phil followed Neal's eyes to the clock on the wall.  "I got to get home
right away or my ass is grass.  I can't be late for dinner."

The four boys pulled their clothes on quickly.  Before he could rush up
the steps, Phil found himself grabbed by Danny.  Danny kissed him on the
cheek.

"We'll talk tomorrow, buddy," he said.  "Things are going to be okay."
Danny grinned at him.

"They sure as hall are," Phil grinned back.  "Gotta go, guys.  See you
tomorrow!"