Date: Fri, 11 May 2007 12:52:51 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 5    (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 5



"Coach really worked us today," Phil said at the dinner table.  "Think
I'll soak in the tub for a while and go to bed early."

"Go to bed early" was code for the brothers; it meant, "Let's suck."

Phil shook the "salts" his mother had given him into the water; she'd
said it would help his muscles relax.  Phil grinned.  He'd gotten naked
the minute he got to the room, and there was one particular muscle he
sort of liked to have "unrelaxed."  He slid into the tub and let the heat
work on his soreness.

In a little bit Kent came into the bathroom.  "Think I'll go to be early,
too.  Hey, I gotta pee."  The boys had become relaxed enough around each
other that they usually didn't even close the door except when sitting on
the john.  Phil insisted on closing the door then.

Kent just had on his briefs, and instead of pulling his dick out he just
pulled his briefs off.  He pointed his dick at the water, and the boys
listened to the piss music for a minute.

When Phil got out and dried off, Kent was already in his bed.  Phil lay
down beside him, and without a word Kent leaned into him and began to
suck his dick.  Phil had shown him how to use his tongue, and the
nine-year-old was a fast learner.

But Phil found his mind wandering to the previous night, to the very
enthusiastic sucking of his friend Neal.  Not once, but twice!  And that
dick of his...  It was like Neal had just gone wild...  It was so hot...

It was the image of his best friend at the end of his dick that brought
Phil to the edge.  He groaned, and Kent began to work a little faster,
remembering to finger his brother's balls, too.

"Not too...fast..."  Phil started.  But it was too late.  The feeling had
begun, and there was no stopping it.  It started in his belly and spread
like a fire through him, out into his groin, up his cock.  And he shot
hard into Kent's eager mouth.  As Kent continued to work him, he shot
again, then a third time.  His groans faded as his orgasm passed.

Kent lay quietly beside him.  He had learned to wait and let his brother
enjoy that "after-feeling" he'd come to love himself.  Ever since that
guy in the store had sucked him, Kent had been fascinated with his dick.
The guy had told him to do it in bed, but he had found he had more time
in the bathroom.  He jerked off more than he had let Phil know, sometimes
so hard and fast his little dick hurt afterwards.  And it was so cool,
being naked with his big brother, jerking off together, even sucking each
other.  Phil had a great dick, he thought.

Phil rolled over to him and stroked his dick a few times.  Kent was
already about as hard as he got -- one and a half inches.  And it fit in
his mouth just right, Phil thought, as he sucked it in.  He licked at the
end of the little dick, and his tongue raked over the little peehole.
Kent jumped and moaned.  Phil got his fingers over the little balls
underneath and played with them as he nursed on the dick between his
brother's legs.

But Kent was eager for his dry cum and began to hump into Phil's mouth.
I need to convince him to slow down and enjoy it, Phil thought, but he
pleased his brother by sucking harder and faster.  Soon Kent was grunting
his readiness, his hands on Phil's head pushing the mouth onto his eager
dick.

"Ahhh...mmmmm...ahhhhh...."  Kent jerked his hips as his dry cum overcame
him.

Phil rolled back over to find that his own cock was getting hard again.
He grinned.

After a moment, he said, "Kent, you should take it a little slower, you
know?  I mean, go a little slower, and it'll last a little longer, you
know, before you cum.  Neal sucked me the other night, and he went so
slow I thought I was going to bust!"

"Neal sucked you?" Kent asked.

"Can you believe it?  And twice!"

"Did you suck him?" Kent wanted to know.

"Sure..." Phil started.

"Okay." Kent rolled over onto his side to face away from Phil.  "So you
got your buddy to suck now.  You don't need me to do it anymore!"  He
really sounded angry.

"Hey, Kent," Phil said, reaching over for Kent's shoulder.

Kent shrugged Phil's hand away and hunched his shoulders together.

"Hey, don't be that way, Kent... Come on..."  Phil had seen his brother
angry before, and he could stay angry for a while.

"Aw, shit."  Phil gave up and went over to his own bed.  Little brothers
can get so pissy sometimes!

The practice session the next afternoon had gone well, and Phil wondered
if the other guys were as eager to get out to the woods as he was.  He
carefully refrained from looking at any of their dicks in the shower.

The routine had been established for some time now: as soon as they were
all there, the boys stripped.  It was almost as though they were
stripping for each other, Phil thought.  He liked watching the skin
appear as his friends got rid of their clothing.  Chap and Nick looked
cute when their hairless dicks finally popped out of their briefs.

"Okay, guys," Steve said.  "Time for the Springfield Jerkoffs to get into
aciton."  He was still standing, and he took a batter's stance.  Phil
knew Steve had the best athlete's body of anybody on the team, and the
stance of the naked boy emphasized his strong thighs, his slender waist,
his wide shoulders.

"Bottom of the ninth," Steve continued.  He curled his thumb and
forefinger around the base of his hard cock.  "Big Steve's ready for the
3/2 pitch... Oh, no... He's gonna use his big bat..."  He swung his cock
from right to left a few times, and the boys laughed.

"And here's the windup... and the pitch..."

He swing his cock so hard this time, they all heard it slap against his
thigh.

"And he connects with that big bat... a hard one..."

The boys laughed again, and Steve held his hand over his eyes as though
he were watching the ball disappear into the sky.

"Right up there into the sun... right out of the park...  and Big Steve
wins the game!"

They all cheered and applauded.  Phil watched the dicks bounce around as
everybody jumped up and down.  Nick ran over to Steve and threw his arms
around him.  The moment he felt the teen's hard cock pressing into
his round belly, Nick dropped his arms and stepped back.  He blushed from
the tip of his toes to the top of his forehead; he turned a bright pink
in a matter of seconds.

"Just as long as Big Steve doesn't want to use my balls for batting
practice with that big bat!"  Danny laughed.

Everyone laughed again, and the attention was drawn from Nick.  Danny did
that on purpose, Phil thought.  To help Nick.  Cool.

The boys arranged themselves in their familiar circles, and all dicks
were hard already.  They were all stroking, but slowly.  Steve had been
insisting on that.

"So, you guys ever get jerked off by somebody else?" Steve asked.

Nobody said anything, but all eyes were on the older boy.

"Guy I knew at camp last summer - we jerked each other off.  Let me tell
you, guys, it's fantastic when it's somebody else's hand doing it.
Different.  Better."  Steve looked around the circle.  "Let's do it,
huh?"

Nobody said anything, waiting for Steve's lead.

"Phil, you come over here; sit by me," Steve directed.

Oh god, Phil thought.  Am I going to get to jerk his cock?

"You two guys are about the same size," Steve said, looking at Chap and
Nick.  "And you guys," and he looked at Danny and James.  "Here."  He
settled a little closer to Phil.  "Here's how we'll do it."

He took Phil's left hand and put it around his own cock, then his right
hand closed around Phil's cock.  The other boys arranged themselves, but
Phil was stunned by the double sensation of feeling the teen's hand
stroking him and his own hand holding the biggest cock in the group.

There was silence as six hands played with six dicks, all belonging to
someone else.  Phil could hardly take his eyes off Steve's groin.  His
thick pubic hair, his bigger balls...and the heat of the teen's cock was
almost burning the palm of his hand.  He glanced around the circle and
saw that all the boys were as engrossed in each other as he was in Steve.

"Yeah, dude," Steve said quietly; "just like that.  Not too fast, not too
slow... yeah.  You got a nice dick, Phil."

Phil was so attentive to Steve's sex that he hardly heard.  Thick, hard,
long.  But not as much... as Neal's...

"The balls, too, buddy," Steve coached.  And the teen's own fingers moved
down over Phil's balls and stroked them rhythmically, one at a time.
Phil's cock throbbed.  He followed Steve's example.  Steve's hair was
thick down there, too... under his ballsac...

Phil was trying to keep his moans quiet, but then he realized there were
other moans.  He looked over at Chap and Nick and saw them moving their
hands smoothly around the hairless dicks between their legs.  Danny and
James... James had turned slightly on his hips toward Danny to give his
friend fuller access to his balls.

"Oh god..."  Phil groaned.  It was as much the sight of the other two
pairs intent on their pleasure-giving and pleasure-receiving that turned
him on as it was the feel of Steve's larger hand on his own cock.  Steve
was right.  It wasn't the same.  It was so much better when someone else
worked your dick.

Nick was panting noisily now.  Steve looked over at them.  "Slow down,
guys.  Make it last."

He knows what he's doing, Phil thought.  He moved his hand up and length
of the teen's cock and ran his thumb around the big cockhead, feeling the
smooth precum under his finger.

"Yeah, you know how to do it," Steve said to him quietly.  "Oh, yeah,
Phil... good..."  And all the while Steve's strong hand was stroking
Phil's aching dick.  Steve's hand returned the favor as his thumb
smoothed Phil's precum over his cockhead.

The woods had been noisy when the boys had quietly started.  The breeze
rustling the leaves overhead -- the birds chirping at each other --
insects buzzing.  Now those sounds of nature were challenged by other
sounds of nature: boys enjoying what boys have enjoyed since the
beginning of time.  Pants and soft groans mingled with the chirps of the
birds; someone's low moaning competed with the rustle of the leaves.

The scene was one of pure nature.  The woods alive in the early summer.
Young boys coming alive in each other's hands.  Green leaves, brown tree
trunks, bodies of pale white groins and tanned chests and legs.  Leaves
moving gently, hands moving more urgently.

Chap began his dry cum, and Nick immediately followed.  Though he
couldn't take his eyes off the strong, young cock in his hand, Phil heard
their moaning become louder then turn into whimpers as they spasmed in
each other's hands.

He glanced at Danny and James and saw that they had changed positions.
They were seated facing each other, their legs drawn up.  They were
seated close enough that they could each use both their hands on the
other.   Phil's own cock throbbed as he watched Danny slowly stroke James
from the base upward with one hand as the other hand cupped his balls and
squeezed gently.  He couldn't see James' hands very well, but he knew
James was doing the same for Danny.

Phil jerked his head back to his own cock as Steve squeezed his cockhead.

"Yeah," Steve smiled. "They look cool, don't they?"  He'd been watching
Danny and James, too.

Phil felt it begin for him then, and his response was to stroke Steve
faster and harder, as though he were jerking himself.  He and the teen
groaned together.  He felt Steve's cock expand just a little more in his
hand, and, just as he started to shoot himself, Steve's cock exploded
with a rope of cum that landed on Steve's thigh.  Phil's second shot was
harder, as though in response to the teen.  He grunted loudly as his cum
shot from his red cockhead onto Steve's thigh.

Steve and Phil were lost to each other then, as each was consumed by the
spasms in himself, as each of their cocks pumped more of their young cum
from them.

When it was over, each had the other's cum on his hand.  Phil watched as
Steve raised his hand to his mouth and licked Phil's cum from his
fingers.  Phil was rewarded with a big smile when he ate the cum on his
own fingers.

He looked at the teen's strong tanned thigh.  He could see the difference
between them.  Phil's cum was thinner, more runny, more pale.  Steve's
was thicker, just lying there on his skin, and whiter.  And, of course,
there was more of it.

He realized he had missed when Danny and James had cum.  He looked over
at the two and saw they were lying back, side by side.  Chap and Nick
were lying back, too, still playing with each other's hairless dicks.

Phil followed Steve's lead and lay back on the ground.

"You like eating it, huh?" Steve asked.

Though the question could be heard by all the boys, Phil didn't mind.
"Yeah."

"Fantasic stuff."  Steve laughed.  He raised his voice a little, now
obviously talking to everybody.  "How often do you guys do it?"

Phil took the leap first.  "Two, three times a day sometimes."

"Yeah, or maybe more sometimes," James said.

"Yeah," Danny chimed in.

"Come on, guys, give," Steve said to the two younger boys.  "How may
times?"

"Um...two, three," Chap said.

"Yeah, but remember the time we did it five times...?"  Nick stopped
suddenly when he realized he had said more than he intended.

Phil noticed, and he supposed everybody else did, but nobody said
anything.  He wondered if Chap and Nick did it together, and he and Kent
-- well, now he and Neal, too -- did the other guys...?"

Oh, fuck, Phil thought.  So hot.

The boys all lay in the warm air, half-dozing and still half involved in
their recent sex play.

He found himself playing with his dick again and stopped, since the other
guys were there.  But when he looked around, he saw they were all playing
with their dicks.  It looked like they were all hard, too.  He grinned
back at Steve when the teen looked over at him.

"I'm going to get Maryjane Kopek to suck me this weekend," Steve
whispered.

"No way!" Phil said.

"Yeah.  We're going to the movies and back to her house, and her folks
won't be there.  I know she'll do it if I get her in the mood."  Steve
smiled, imagining how he would set the mood.

"How are you going to do that?" Phil asked.

"Kissing and all.  Playing with her tits."  Steve was definitely stroking
now.

"No shit -- you've played with her tits?"  Phil had never known anyone
who had gone that far.

"Nah, not yet.  But I will Saturday.  That'll get her in the mood, and
I'll get a blow job."  Steve was certain of his plans.

"Bet you don't," Phil challenged him.

But Steve's attention had focused on his hard dick.  Phil watched.  He
could see some precum oozing from the hole.  Steve's dick was as hard as
it had been before, and Phil's cock became fully erect as he remembered
how it felt to hold Steve's big one in his hand.

Phil reached over and began to stroke the teens' dick, and Steve let his
hand fall to the side, content to let someone else's hand do the work for
him.

"That's so good, man, the way you do it," Steve said in a noticeably
deeper voice.

Phil saw that the other boys were watching now, but he didn't care.  His
hand resumed jerking his own dick, and in a moment both his hands were
keeping the same rhythm on his dick and on Steve's.  He saw that Danny
and James had started again, too, and it wasn't long before the two
younger boys were fondling each other.  The other four boys were keeping
their eyes on Phil, though.

Phil realized that Steve wasn't reciprocating by stroking his dick for
him.  The other four were watching him jerk off the best-looking guy
there, but Phil didn't care.  Steve was stretched out, his hands clasped
behind his head, enjoying having his cock worked over.  Phil's eyes were
focused on Steve's dick, and he was no longer aware of the other boys at
all.

As Phil stroked upward with a little more vigorous movement, Steve's
balls moved up a bit, too.  Phil's own balls had not fully dropped yet
and were still hairless, but Steve's hung low and were covered with a
light fuzz of hair.  Phil watched as the two balls seemed to move almost
independently of the sac.  He pulled Steve's dick to the left and then to
the right, just to watch the effect on those big balls.

Suddenly, Steve spoke.  "I'm going to French her."

"Huh?"  Phil stopped his movement.

"When I kiss her," Steve said, as he opened his eyes and looked squarely
at Phil.  "Know what I mean?"

"Um...I guess not," Phil said.

"It takes a little practice that kind of kissing," Steve said, "to do it
right, but the girls love it."  Actually, Steve didn't know that from
personal experience, but that's what he'd heard.

"How do you practice?" Phil asked.  He laughed a little.  "Kiss your
mirror?"  The other boys had been listening, and they laughed, too.

"You find somebody to practice with, so you can do it right," Steve
answered.  "You want to learn?"

Uh...I guess..."  Phil wasn't sure what Steve was getting to.

Steve reached up and put his hand around the back of Phil's head and
pulled him down slowly to his face.  Phil was too surprised to resist.
He was more surprised when he felt Steve's lips on his own -- Steve was
kissing him!  He had never imagined anything like this.

He felt the warmth of Steve's larger lips, and for some reason he didn't
resist.  Then Phil felt the wetness of the older boy's tongue licking
against his lips.  Something happened which Phil didn't understand, but
it happened so quickly he didn't really have time to think about it.  His
lips were spread open by Steve's tongue, and his own tongue met it,
licked it.

A jolt shot through Phil's body.  Even his dick responded.  He found
himself slowly licking and tasting Steve's mouth, his own tongue pressing
deeper into the teen's mouth!  Steve's tongue seemed to wrap itself
around his own tongue as Steve moved it rapidly.

Phil had to pull away to catch his breath.  He heard the "Ewwww...!" from
the two younger boys and ignored them, but when he glanced over at Danny
and James he saw that they were kissing, too.  But their arms were around
each other...

Phil moved his face back to Steve, and they resume their interrupted
kiss.  This time their tongues moved more slowly, almost lazily, around
the warm mouths.  Finally, Steve broke the kiss.

"See?"  Steve grinned.  "Like that.  That's what they want if you want to
get them turned on."

Fuck, Phil thought.  Or if you want to get me turned on!  He looked at
Steve's cock and wasn't surprised to see that it was rock hard and
leaking precum.  A primitive urge from somewhere made him reach out for
that big cock as he leaned in for another kiss.  He felt Steve's hand on
his own dick.

For several moments they kissed deeply, their tongues and their hands
moving quickly.  Phil knew he was about to cum, but he couldn't stop the
kiss, didn't want to stop the kiss...  He came hard in Steve's hand while
his tongue was still in the teen's mouth, and he felt Steve's cock throb
as it shot his cum into Phil's own hand.

He and Steve pulled away from each other, panting.  God, Phil thought.
What the fuck happened?  He was almost afraid to look over at Steve.  But
when he looked, the teen was grinning at him, licking Phil's cum from his
fingers.  Phil couldn't take his eyes away from Steve as he raised his
own hand up to lick Steve's cum.

Phil glanced at Danny and James, who were just releasing each other from
their long kiss.

Damn, Phil thought.

"That's what they like," Steve repeated.  And there was a different,
dreamy look in his eyes.

Shit.  Kind of liked it myself, Phil thought.  Damn.  Can I say something
like that?  He smiled to himself.  Guess I just did, he thought.