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Chapter 2
Joe rolled over on to his side. It was now well past midday, but since he had only had three hours sleep the previous night, he felt justified in taking an afternoon nap.
Joe sighed as he slipped his hand inside his pyjama bottoms, playing with his limp cock and balls lazily as he enjoyed the memories of the previous night. He thought about Ben going commando in his football shorts, Scott's lopsided grin as he pulled off his underwear to reveal his slim cock, the wet spot on Chris' boxers.
As he thought of Chris, Joe began to masturbate more fully, moving his thumb and forefinger gently up and down his stiffening penis. Chris was seriously hot - and his masculine and arrogant nature acted as a real turn-on for Joe. Joe's wanking became more rhythmic as he remembered the final wanking duel that he had had with Chris the previous night. It was too bad he hadn't got to lick the cum off Chris' balls at the end...
"Are you going to sleep all day in there?"
Joe's mum had a knack of interrupting Joe during his 'private' moments. Once she had walked in on him late one night whilst he was wanking over a ten minute freebie on cable, and it was only with a swift movement of his pillow and a lightning quick change of channels that Joe had got away with it. His mum had made some remark about not knowing that Joe liked late night documentaries. Joe remembered thinking that it was lucky she hadn't caught him in the act and linked it to the documentary, as it had been something about OAP breast enlargements, and that really would have taken some explaining.
"I've got a headache, Mum."
Joe knew he needed to find some sort of excuse, as no doubt his Mum wanted him to accompany her on one of her fun-packed trips to the supermarket. Joe really couldn't face another discussion about whether Kellogg's cornflakes tasted any different to the shop's own brand, and whether the 12p difference was worth paying for the chance for Joe's mum to send off for a life-size blow-up cockerel or some other such rubbish. Joe loved his mum, but she was sometimes on a different planet to the rest of the world.
"That'll be all the fun and games from last night, then!"
If only she knew, thought Joe.
"Fine, I'll go myself and stagger home with all the shopping on my own!"
Joe ignored the hint and turned back over, trying to remember where he had got to in his fantasizing, but the moment had passed. Joe absent-mindedly played with himself as he re-ran last night's sleepover through his head for at least the twentieth time that morning.
After the wanking session, the boys had messed around getting ready for bed, chattering about stuff and generally insulting each other. Scott and Chris had looked very horny wrestling each other in just their boxer shorts. Scott's long thin cock had kept poking out of his boxers in a semi-hard state and Scott had to keep stopping to tuck it back in. Eventually Scott had just grinned apologetically at the other boys as his dick stood out fully erect through his flies.
"Looks like you need another bash of the bishop, mate." Chris had remarked, as Scott sheepishly did up the button on his shorts, unsuccessfully trying to conceal his fully stiff cock.
Joe did not fail to notice that Chris was also sporting a sizeable bulge in his own boxer shorts.
Louis' mum had wobbled in to say goodnight shortly afterwards, much to Louis' embarrassment. She'd obviously been at the gin and tonics again that night, and seemed to be spending rather longer than she needed to in the room full of semi-naked teenage boys. Eventually, she had switched the light off and left the room. The boys had started to settle down, only to be interrupted two minutes later by Ben starting one of his infamous monologues.
"Imagine in twenty years time - we'll all have had sex by then!"
"You're gonna wait that long?" Chris had guffawed with laughter.
"I wonder how you do it properly?" Ben ignored Chris and continued his rambling thought process. He often did this - Scott often said that Ben was the only person he knew that could hold a conversation entirely by himself with no help from anybody.
"Do you do it fast or slow?" There was a rustling sound from Ben's sleeping bag whilst he considered this statement practically. Then a small silence. "She'd better not be a minger!"
At this last comment, Joe, Chris and Scott had cracked up.
"Just you wait, you'll be doing it in the dark one night with someone going 'Oh Benny, oh Benny', and then you'll wake up and find out you're in bed with Louis!" Scott had joked.
"Fuck off." Louis had been quite subdued and grumpy since the earlier wankathon.
"What's up with you, Puss in Boots?"
Joe had often heard Chris use that nickname to wind Louis up, but had never got to the bottom of what it meant. Louis always seemed to avoid any questions about it - must be a rugby team thing, Joe had decided.
"Fuck off, you prick!"
Louis sounded more angry and insistent this time - his face was flushed and angry in the darkness, and he rolled over to face the wall. Joe was worried about his friend, but Joe knew from previous experience that it was better to leave him alone than to try and console him when he got himself in this state.
"I hope she's got nice tits!"
Oblivious, Ben was still talking, and Joe thought he could detect some more rapid hand movements in Ben's sleeping bag.
"Will you shut the fuck up about your imaginary girlfriend!" Scott put his pillow over his head, thought the better of it, and gave Ben a whack with it.
"At least I've got one," replied Ben in a defensive tone. Scott, Chris and Joe all found this highly amusing, and even Louis managed a smile.
One by one the boys drifted off to sleep. As far as Joe could tell, Chris and Scott had dropped off first, followed by Louis. Although Ben was making several loud snoring sounds, Joe guessed that he wasn't really asleep yet - knowing Ben, he'd want to do something about his 'unfinished business'.
Sure enough, Ben stopped his theatrical performance and opened one eye. Joe quickly closed his own eyes and pretended to be asleep. He had a reasonable idea of what Ben was about to do, and didn't want to miss the show.
It was even better than Joe had expected. Rather than having a sly wank under the covers, Ben checked the coast was clear, and then crept out and lay on the top of his sleeping bag. It was dark, but there was sufficient light from the roof window for Joe to enjoy the view as Ben pulled down the front of his football shorts to reveal his completely stiff four-inch cock.
Ben groaned slightly as he began to stroke himself, pulling the elastic waistband to just under his balls as he rubbed the shaft of his cock with his right hand.
"Fuck, yes" he whispered. "Do it to me, now". His eyes were half-closed and his imagination was obviously running riot inside his head.
Joe silently pulled his boxers down inside his sleeping bag. The horny sight of Ben's fantasizing had brought Joe's own dick to attention again. He matched Ben stroke for stroke, watching the boy's hand move rhythmically up and down his beautiful small dick, which was rock hard and sticking straight out from his body.
Ben was once again using his left hand to roam all over his upper body, tweaking his nipples and even moving up to stroke his neck and his hair. "Oh, yes, yes, do it to me, baby."
There was nothing that Joe wanted to do more than to slip out of the sleeping bag and accept Ben's generous invitation, but he didn't want to scare Ben off and miss the climax.
Joe didn't have long to wait, as Ben let out a soft whimper and shot his spunk in three short spurts all over his chest. Joe groaned slightly as he too shot his load in his sleeping bag, but hurriedly turned the groan into a cough. Ben looked up briefly, with a mischievous grin on his face. Joe rolled over in the sticky mess and pretended to be asleep, more to save his own embarrassment than Ben's.
As Ben cleaned himself up with his football shorts and returned to his sleeping bag, Joe could have sworn that he heard some rustling from Scott and Chris' direction by the sofa. Joe put it down to wishful thinking, but even so his ears continued to strain for evidence, and he was sure he heard another moan as yet another boy reached his climax.
Back in his bedroom, Joe murmured softly as he came for the second time that morning. The thought that Chris might also have been secretly enjoying Ben's performance was too much for him.
"Shit!" Joe muttered, cum all over his hand.
As his breathing returned to normal, he looked at the ceiling. Joe didn't often feel guilty after masturbating, but remembering something that Ben said the previous evening had worried him a little...
"In twenty years' time, we'll all have had sex!" Ben had said. Joe had laughed it off the night before, but he couldn't help thinking how unlikely this was.
Joe knew that most of the boys in his year group at school had some sexual experience, but the only time that Joe had done anything remotely sexual with a girl was when one had tried to shove her hand in his pants at a party.
"Get off, I don't do mingers!" Joe had said, rather cruelly.
Joe had been a bit shocked by her forwardness, and had to deal with the situation quickly. She wasn't really that bad looking, Joe thought objectively, just a bit scary.
Then there had been the porn video. Joe had been more turned on by the photographer tossing off than the two blonde women having passionate sex on his leather sofa. Even when he watched the late night porn trailers at home, it was the men who excited Joe, even though there wasn't really anything to see.
Joe was sure that all the women on the videos were very nice looking, but he couldn't quite see the point of having boobs that big - from what Joe had seen, they only got in the way during sex anyway.
Joe gritted his teeth. "I'm not a poof," Joe whispered fiercely. "I'm not a fucking poof."
Joe only knew one boy at school who was openly gay. His name was Justin and he wore make-up and a look on his face that could curdle milk. Everyone teased Justin, and Joe hated him. Justin pranced around the school with his gaggle of giggling girls who all thought he was wonderful. Joe was sure they were welcome to him. He was welcome to them, Joe corrected himself.
"I'm not a poof", he repeated to himself, biting his lip.
It's all right, thought Joe. I'm just experimenting, just having a bit of fun. There was a long silence in Joe's mind as he tried vainly to convince himself. Suddenly Joe began to panic. What if he was gay? What if people found out? His lip began to tremble and he curled up into his pillow, with tears in his eyes.
"I just want a cuddle."
The thought dropped itself suddenly into Joe's mind. He crossed his arms over his shoulders as if he was cuddling himself, and his breathing calmed back down again. Joe was slightly taken surprise by this thought, but it comforted him slightly.
Ben and Scott were both quite tactile with Joe - Scott would often put his arm around Joe's shoulder when they were chilling out, and Ben had the habit of using his hand on any accessible part of people's body to make a point.
Joe smiled a watery smile as he processed this sentence. Ben had never put his hand on that part of anybody's anatomy as far as he was aware, although nothing would surprise him after last night's performance.
Joe's thoughts turned to his other friends. Louis could be tactile when he wanted to be, but had always seemed slightly awkward with it. Chris, too, was very much into his own personal space, and generally did not react well to any physical expression of friendship. Joe had tried to touch his shoulder a couple of times, but Chris had always moved away or shaken him off. However, Joe reminded himself, that there had been one special moment.
It had been when Joe was on the rugby team two or three years ago. Chris and Louis had talked him into it, and although Joe was a pretty poor rugby player, he had got into the squad a couple of times as a flanker. On this particular occasion, Joe had had a stinker of a game, and dropped countless easy passes from the other players.
"What are you doing, you wanker?" Steve, the number eight, had squared straight up to Joe, even though he was a good six inches taller.
Chris had come up behind Joe and put his arm around his shoulder. "Fuck off, he's doing his best."
This gesture had touched Joe at the time, but it seemed even more important now, as Joe brought it to mind. He had always had a bit of a crush on Chris, and this memory was almost enough to convince him that the feeling was mutual. And after all, it had been Chris that had largely initiated proceedings the night before. Was it really that strange to think that he might feel the same way as Joe?
"I love you, Chris," he murmured, rubbing his shoulders with his hand in an imitation of Chris' gesture. Joe imagined the feeling of Chris holding him tightly and kissing him as he sank back into the pillows and fell asleep...
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