Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 12:47:39 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Springfield Jerkoffs - Chapter 7  (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 7  (b/b oral)




Phil hadn't been able to talk his mother into the really big sleepover
he'd wanted to have, a sleepover for the whole team -- the Springfield
Jerkoffs, that is.  Phil got excited every time he thought about the
possibility, but it wasn't really a possibility anymore.  He'd been
talked down to invitations for no more than three others.

And there was an agreement with Kent that he would have a sleepover with
a friend that same night and then, later, he'd get in on another session
with Phil and Neal, even if it had to be sometime during the day.

Phil started to get hard every time he thought about it.  The first
invitation, naturally, went to Neal.  That was the first problem, too.

"I don't know...don't think I can," Neal had responded.

"What do you mean?"  Now that he thought about it, Phil wasn't
surprised.  This was the old Neal.  "I haven't even set a date yet
-- can't, until I invite two more."

He and Neal were walking back from a movie.  It was supposed to be a
funny movie, but Phil hadn't been paying too much attention.  He'd been
thinking of the sleepover, of the Jerkoffs, of Neal naked and at the end
of his dick...

"Come on, Neal.  It'll be fun.  You know what I mean."  Phil poked his
friend in the side, but Neal's only response was to step a little farther
away from him.

Neal changed the subject and started talking about the movie.  Phil
sighed and gave up -- but only temporarily.

They went to Neil's house and were sorting through some of Neal's old
comic books; Neal had decided to get rid of some of them.  Phil decided
to tackle the subject straight on.

"Neal, you've got the biggest dick I've ever seen... well, except for a
guy who was 15.  If you showered with everybody... I mean, they'd all be
jealous, man.  Steve's got the biggest one on the team, and you're bigger
than he is!"

Neal remained silent as he put a bunch of the comics in a stack.

"You can't be... I mean, are you embarrassed or something?  You're a
cool-looking dude, Neal."

At the compliment, Neal stopped and looked at Phil.

"You are." Phil continued.  Now he was getting a little embarrassed; he'd
just called his  best friend good looking.  Sort of.  "I mean, you look
as good naked as any of them."  At the word "naked," Phil became
conscious of his dick between his legs.

"I always shower by myself," Neal said.

"Yeah, me too -- until this summer with the team.  But next year, in
seventh grade, we'll have to in gym class."  Phil remembered something.
"Besides, the first time, at the beginning of summer, when the team
started using the showers at school...  Well, I was a little, you
know...  Not really hard, just a little.  I think maybe a lot of the guys
were.  But we just got used to doing it."

"Maybe..." Neal said, noncommittally.

"It's like when I was supposed to pitch for the first time.  Steve's the
best we got -- everybody knows that.  So I was really... I felt like
everybody was watching.  But it was only a practice, and I got used to
it.  So, like, if you shower with the team, it'll be like practice for
when school starts."

That's really lame, Phil thought.  Neal was just looking down at the
stack of comics.

"I've seen you naked, dude -- you look great!"  And that came out before
Phil really thought it through.  "I mean..."  Then an idea popped into
his head.

"It takes practice, that's all.  Right?  So, we'll practice."  Phil
grinned.

"Huh?"  At least that had gotten Neal's attention.

"It'll be a practice shower.  And...and, see, we've already practiced for
that."  Phil's mind was racing now.  "See, when we got naked over at my
house the other night, that was practice for a shower, just getting naked
together.  Now, we'll take a shower, and that'll be practice for
showering with the team..."  Maybe that wasn't so brilliant, Phil
decided.

"You mean, just you and me?" Neal asked.

"Um..."  Or maybe it had been brilliant.  "Yeah - just you and me.
Like...right now.  Your folks are at work, right?  We can just... get in
the shower."

"You and me?" Neal asked again.  But Phil could tell he was considering
it.

"Come on, Neal.  There's nobody else here.  We've already seen each other
naked.  Now, let's just get wet."

And before Neal could say anything else, Phil stood up and pulled his
T-shirt off.  He and Neal had been shirtless together before, especially
when they were biking.  But this felt different.  And because it felt
different, he was aware of his cock beginning to stiffen in his pants.
Neal was looking at his crotch.

Neal stood up and pulled his T-shirt off, too.  Together the boys
unzipped their jeans and let them drop.  Each had a tent in his briefs.
The shoes came off next, then socks, and the jeans were kicked aside.
They stood in their briefs, each obviously hard, and each looked
carefully at every part of his friend's body.

"Come on," Neal said.  And he led the way across the hall into the
bathroom.  The shower was above a large tub, and Neal started the water.
When he turned around, Phil was already naked, and his
three-and-three-quarters-inch cock was stiff and pointing right at him.
Neal hesitated for a moment, then he pulled his briefs off.  He was very
conscious of every one of his five inches, pointing right at Phil.  And
he was conscious of Phil staring at it.

Neal turned and stepped into the water, with Phil right behind him.  Neal
was directly under the showerhead, his back to his friend, and he had to
step back a bit to reach for the soap.  He felt Phil's dick poke at his
butt.  When he turned, Phil had stepped back a bit himself, but the two
young dicks slapped against each other as Neal's dick swung with his
turn.  Phil grinned, and Neal returned his grin.

Phil took the soap from his friend's hands and rubbed it all over Neal's
chest.  He set the bar aside and rubbed the lather around and down to
Neal's belly, then up over his shoulders and into his underarms.  He
felt Neal's tense body relax a little.

When Phil handed the soap to Neal, Neal copied his friend's movements,
and soon the boys were lathered from shoulder to belly.  But Neal didn't
stop at the belly.  He lathered his hand, lay the soap aside, and moved
his hand down between Phil's legs and around his balls.  He started to
stroke Phil's cock.

Phil leaned into the hand on his dick.  He reached for Neal's hard cock,
and for several long minutes the boys stood there, almost mesmerized, as
they slowly moved their hands on each other.

Phil wanted to feel those hard five inches against him, and he slipped
his arms around his buddy.  Neal did the same, and they stood, wet and
soapy, hugging each other loosely and then tighter as their cocks were
sandwiched between them.  They moved slowly together.

"Why did you kiss me the other night?" Phil whispered into Neal's ear.

Neal answered by turning his face to Phil's and placing his lips against
those of his friend.  Their lips moved lightly against each other, then
one tongue, then another, opened the lips and entered the waiting
mouths.  The boys licked slowly and deeply, their tongues as hot as the
dicks caught between them.

Phil was lightheaded.  He was kissing his best friend the way he'd
imagined he would kiss a girl one day.  His hands played slowly over the
smooth skin of Neal's back.  His chest pressed against the slickness of
Neal's.  His cock was throbbing, moving in the wetness.  And each time
his cock touched Neal's, Phil felt a current move through his groin up
into his chest.  The kiss was deep and so very nice.

They kissed and hugged, neither certain of just why, but neither wanting
the long moments to end.

When Neal pulled his mouth away, he almost gasped for breath.  But he
didn't hesitate.  He knelt down and slipped his mouth over
Phil's cockhead.  He worked his tongue around it and pressed his tongue
against it.  Then he sucked more in until it was entirely inside.  Phil
felt the back of Neal's mouth against his cockhead.  As Neal moved his
head back and forward, sucking as he went, Phil pressed into his
movements.

"Uhhhhhhh...unnnnnnn..."  Phil put his hands on Neal's head, not because
he needed to balance himself but just because he wanted to touch
something.  His fingers curled into Neal's wet hair.  He felt Neal's
hands on his ass, holding him tightly into the boy's face.

He pumped, and Neal sucked.  Slowly at first, slowly so the sensations
each felt would last.  Neal felt the smooth, wet slickness of Phil's ass
under his hands, the smooth hardness of his dick against his lips, the
heat of his cockhead against his tongue.  Phil felt the hands caressing
him, pulling him into his friend, and the hot teasing tongue washing over
his cock with each thrust.

Too soon Phil got to the point of no return.  He was forced to pump a
little harder, a little faster.  The heat began to built inside him, the
tiny center of tightness grew, his cock thickened a little more...

"Awww...AAAAAAaaaaaaa...."  Phil came hard once, twice, then a third
time.  He bent over the head of his friend as the last of his young cream
was sucked from him.  His breath was ragged as the tongue at his dick
cleaned every last drop, every bit of taste, from him.

When Neal withdrew his mouth, Phil had to sit down.  There was no place
to sit but the floor of the tub, and he sat with his back leaning into
the back of the tub.  He watched his friend sit in front of him, the
shower hitting Neal's back.  Neal sat for a while and looked at him, not
saying a word, then he began to massage Phil's thighs with his hands.
Neal was smiling at him, and Phil smiled back.

Phil was still hard.  What is it, he thought, that keeps me hard when I'm
with Neal!  He watched as Neal's hands came closer and closer to his
balls.

"Stand up," Phil said suddenly.

Neal stood and moved closer to Phil.  Phil didn't have to lean very far
to take Neal's dick into his mouth.  He sucked at the big head, amazed
again at the size on a boy almost a year younger than himself.  His
tongue moved over the smoothness of it, and he made Neal grunt once when
he raked his tongue over his pisshole.  Then he sucked past the cockhead.

Neal's shaft slid into his mouth easily.  Phil stopped moving, and Neal
slowly pressed inward, moving his cock a little deeper into Phil's mouth,
but stopping just short of his throat.  Phil's fingers played with the
bit of cockshaft still outside his mouth as he sucked, and Neal groaned.
Phil sucked slowly.  He closed his eyes, and his hands moved to Neal's
ass.  He rubbed that smooth ass and pressed his mouth into Neal.

Neal stiffened, and Phil knew he would cum soon.  He wanted his best
friend to cum.  He wanted him to cum in his mouth.  He wanted to swallow
his cum.  But he didn't want it to happen at all -- he wanted to keep
sucking that hard cock and keep sucking and keep sucking...

"Nnnnnuhhhhhh...uuuhhhhhh...aaaaaaaaaaaaa..."  Neal moaned loudly as he
shot into Phil's eager mouth.  Phil felt the first hot drops against the
back of this throat, the his tongue caught the second shot, and he could
taste it.  "OooooooOOOOOOO!"  Neal shoved his cock at Phil with his final
burst of cum.

As Neal's orgasm faded and his dick slipped from Phil's mouth, the boys
realized the water was beginning to cool.  They grinned at each other as
Neal turned the water off and they stepped out of the tub.  They dried
themselves, not hurrying at all.  It seemed that both boys wanted to see
as much of each other as they could.  When Phil was done, he hung the
towel over the rack.

"Sit down," Neal said.  He pressed his hand gently on Phil's shoulder and
backed him to the closed toilet.  Phil sat down.  Neal was immediately on
his knees, his hands spreading Phil's legs.  He burrowed his face in
between Phil's thighs, and his lips found Phil's semi-hard dick.  He
sucked it in.

"Oh, shit...oh fuck, buddy..."  Phil was very sensitive down there after
all their playing in the shower.  His dick was instantly hard as he felt
Neal's tongue rapidly circling his cockhead.  He used his hands to brace
himself on the toilet, leaned back, and opened his legs as wide as he
could.  Neal could have anything he wanted down there, anything at all...

He felt his cock slip from Neal's mouth, and Neal's tongue was instantly
on his balls.  He jumped slightly, but he groaned as the hot tongue moved
his balls around.  The tongue lifted his ballsac and scraped against the
sensitive skin below it, and Phil groaned again.  He pressed his open
groin to Neal...  Take it, Phil thought, oh fuck yeah take it all do
whatever you want take it oh fuck...

Neal was sucking again, but this time at the base of his cockshaft just
above his ballsac.  Neal was pushing his mouth as he sucked, and Phil
could feel his cock throb even inside his body!  Holding the hard cock
with one hand, Neal kissed and sucked his way back to the cockhead that
was beet red, so hard the skin was smooth as glass, pulsing and
throbbing...

Neal suctioned the pisshole once, then sucked the whole cockhead into his
mouth hard.

"Gaaaaaa...oooooofuckfuck...ooooo..."  Phil exploded.  His cockhead
almost hurt as it spasmed inside Neal's mouth.  "Yessssss..."  Phil's
sounds became a soft hissing as his orgasm faded.  He felt his dick slip
from Neal's mouth.  After what seemed like hours, Phil opened his eyes
and looked down at the floor in front of him.

Neal was sitting there, his arms crossed on one knee raised in front of
him.  He was looking directly at Phil's dick, watching it slowly lose
what remained of its erection.  Watching the last drops of cum slowly
ooze from the lips of it.  Phil watched Neal.  Neal watch the cock.

Phil hesitantly reached out and moved Neal's blond hair back up onto the
top of his head.  He let his hand remain there a moment, feeling the
softness.  Wondering about the strange feeling in his belly...

"You're so...sexy."  That's all Phil could think of to say.  It wasn't
quite what he meant, but it was all he could think of to say.

"I will," Neal said quietly.

"Huh?  You mean... you'll shower with the team?" Phil asked.

"That's not what I mean.  I mean I'll come to the sleepover."  Neal
hadn't taken his eyes off Phil's dick, but now he looked up at him.  "But
I want to know who else will be there."

"Um...well, like I told you, Kent will be over at a friend's.  And I can
invite two more guys.  Haven't yet, though.  I mean, I wanted to see if
you could..."

"Who else will you ask?"

Neal has the darkest brown eyes, Phil thought suddenly.  "Uh..."  And
when he asked, he knew he had said exactly the right thing.  "Who do you
want me to ask?"

Neal's answer was immediate.  "Danny and James."

"Um...I thought maybe Steve..."  Phil stopped.

"Steve's nice.  And you said...well, you said he's big.  But Danny and
James -- it would be better to ask them.  And if you invite Steve, you'd
still have to invite somebody else, and you can't invite Danny or James
without inviting both of them."  Neal was still looking directly into
Phil's eyes, but he was absently running a hand lightly up and down
Phil's leg.

"Yeah, I like Danny and James..." Phil started.

"Me, too," Neal agreed.  "But that's not the reason.  If you're going to
invite one of them, you have to invite both."

"Why?" Phil asked.  "I mean, yeah, I would, but why do you say that?"

"Because they're kind of...they're special."  Neal drew a long breath.
"They'd come, wouldn't they?"

"Yeah," Phil nodded.  "We're friends, you know that.  And they're good
friends, I mean, best friends..."

"Like us," Neal said, and he smiled up at Phil.

"Yeah," Phil said.  And he smiled back, but not until a warm feeling in
his belly had begun again.  Best friends.

It was a very natural movement then.  Phil wasn't surprised by it and
just took it as what it was.  He felt the warm spot in his belly as his
very best friend leaned in toward him again and licked at his dick.  He
watched his dick thicken a little, then slowly become stiff.  He watched
as his very best friend took his hard cock into his mouth and gently
began to suck.  For the third time.