Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2010 14:17:39 +0000
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Fantasy 17

My Fantasy - Chapter 8.2 - The First Temptation of Danny
By mattbuck
matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com

Disclaimer:

The following story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real
events is entirely coincidental. Furthermore, it is a story of graphic
sexual content which you may find shocking, disturbing, disgusting or
otherwise offensive. By continuing, you agree that you are reading this of
your own free will, and that it is legal for you to view such content, and
thus that all responsibility for your actions rests with you.

Copyright notice:

Copyright mattbuck, 2002. Published under the Creative Commons Attribution
Non- commercial No Derivatives licence version 2.0 England and Wales.
Essentially, feel free to share this, but don't sell it or change it.
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Codes: MM, Oral (MM), Anal-oral (MM), WAM (porridgy-packing-foam-stuff)



     Danny woke up early that Saturday. Looking over at the window, he
could see that there was not even the feeblest of November dawn lights
creeping in through the crack in the curtains. He decided to try and to go
back to sleep again. As he started drifting off, his mind wandered to his
last chemistry lesson - they had ended up dissolving some sort of packing
material in water. He'd both been disgusted by the feel but loved it at the
same time as he used two fingers to stir a beaker with 50cm3 of water which
had over 100 packing... things in it. As he fell asleep, his cock twitched
slightly.



     He was walking along a tarmac path, towards a patio ahead. He reached
the patio and found his friend, Matt, filling up a paddling pool with the
packers. A hose-pipe lay nearby.

     "Hi Danny." He called. "Glad you could get here - thought you might
like my little surprise."

     Danny walked over, and ran his hand through the packers. He picked up
one and tasted it. Rice Krispies, just as he remembered. Matt stepped back,
and made a sweeping gesture at the pool and Danny, letting him know that he
was free to do whatever he wished. He stepped into the pool, and knelt
down. The paddling pool was quite large, so he lay down on his front,
letting the smell wash over him. He put two in his mouth, and started
eating them. A shadow fell over him.

     "Enjoying it?" Matt asked. "If you wouldn't mind, I could use help
stirring it all. If you don't want to get messy, I suggest you change into
some swimming shorts. I've got a spare pair, just look on my bed."

     Danny walked into the house and walked up the stairs. He suddenly
realised that it was a hot day. "IT'S WINTER!!!" His conscious mind almost
screamed, promptly to be told to shut up by his subconscious. He eventually
found Matt's bedroom and the two pairs of shorts on the bed. He picked up
the black pair, and held them up against himself for size. They seemed
alright, and without knowing quite why, he got into Matt's bed. He wriggled
about a bit, enjoying the sensation of linen on flesh. He smiled, and
snuggled into the quilt.

     Just then, Matt came in. He looked at Danny, who had his eyes closed,
then went over to hi, then realised his friend was asleep. He took a moment
to admire, before shaking the recumbent form's shoulder. Danny awoke
suddenly, looking around.

     "I was wondering what was taking you so long." Matt commented. "I come
up and find you sleeping in my bed. Anyway, move over so I can get in too."

     Danny felt his cock twitch inside his loose trousers, but he purposely
moved towards Matt, denying him any chance of getting into bed.

     "How about..." he said, "I don't move and you just kiss my ass."

     "If that's what you want," Matt replied. He pulled the covers off
Danny, and leant down over the bed and slowly kissed Danny's ass through
the trousers.

     Danny's cock instantly sprung to full attention underneath his body,
and he was amazed that Matt had actually kissed his ass. He decided to test
him.

     "No," He said. "Get closer."

     Matt got up onto the bed kneeling behind Danny, bowing
forward. Another kiss.

     "No... I meant get your lips closer."

     He slowly put his fingers into the waistband of Danny's trousers and
pulled them down, showing a nice pair of dark blue boxers. He gently rubbed
at the exposed flesh around Danny's waist and thighs, and kissed the ass
once, twice more.

     "Closer." Danny ordered. The boxers were removed, exposing the perfect
flesh. A licking of lips before they descended onto the right cheek,
wetting the skin slightly.

     The hands pulled the boxers back up, patting them and pushing the
material into Danny's ass-crack. Disappointment. The trousers were pulled
back up, and Danny was rolled over. Matt crawled into bed beside him.

     "Happy now?"

     "Better."

     "Well, if you remember, you did come up here to get changed, not for
me to kiss you.  Now I think about it, you might want to wear some of my
clothes rather than swimming shorts. Whatever you choose, make sure the
trousers are loose. Keep your own boxers if it makes you feel happier. No
footwear."

     Matt got out of bed, picked up a pile of clothes and went back
downstairs. Danny unwillingly climbed out of bed, and went over to the
cupboard. He looked quickly through it before selecting a pair of loose tan
trousers; and a tight, black, long-sleeved T-shirt. He also picked up some
orange boxers, and started stripping out of his own clothes. He got down to
his boxers, and then started rubbing his cock-head through the fabric. He
quickly pulled off his boxers, and stood naked, rubbing himself. He
reluctantly stopped and pulled on Matt's boxers instead, pulling them right
up into his ass-crack, and pushing as much as he could up his asshole, for
a reason he didn't understand. Suddenly realising he'd been gone a long
time; he pulled on the trousers and went outside into the sunlight. He
could tell Matt was watching him as he prepared to put the T-shirt on, the
eyes roving over his tight body. He pretended not to notice and finally let
the T-shirt over his head, before tucking it in at the waist. The packers
were half filling the pool, but there were lots left. The hosepipe was
running.

     "So what do you want help with?" Danny asked.

     "I want you to decide how much water is needed, and also to help
stir." Matt replied.  He was already on his hands and knees, with the
hosepipe in the pool.

     "We'll add water to about half full, then stir." Danny decided. "The
packers should float, so we'll be able to see how much water there is in
it."

     This was done, and the concoction had the consistency of thin
porridge. They tipped in the rest of the packers, and it soon became thick,
yellow, lumpy, porridge. Perfect. Danny had somehow avoided getting any of
the mixture on his clothes, but Matt had a few blobs of yellow on his black
trousers.

     "So, what do we do with it now?" Danny asked.

     "I thought that was obvious," Matt replied. "We get in."

     "Then why are we wearing clothes?"

     "Danny... just get in, sit down. I promise you'll enjoy it."

     Danny cautiously dipped a toe in. It was cold, but then he'd expected
it to be, really. He knelt by the pool He put in a finger, and brought it
to his lips, tasting it. A shadow fell over him. He looked up and saw Matt,
standing over him, his feet in the mixture.

     "Well?" He asked, offering Danny a hand and standing back.

     Danny rose to his feet, and took Matt's hand - it felt warm against
his own. He cautiously stepped in, feeling the mixture mould around his
ankles, sticking the slightly-too- long trousers to his legs. It DID feel
good on his feet. He started sitting down, and Matt did the same, still
holding hands. He felt a moment's trepidation, but the warmth from Matt's
hand gave him strength, and he slowly sat - he reluctantly let go of the
hand. The mixture slopped over the top of his legs, and he leant back,
putting his forearms flat with the floor to keep himself above water. He
saw Matt doing the same.

     "Like it?" Matt asked. Danny could already feel his cock rising as
water slowly seeped through his trousers, which were ballooning with the
air trapped inside. His arms were enjoying the clothed and wet experience,
as was his stomach. The warm sun beat down on his chest, the heat kept in
by the black cloth.

     "Love it." Danny whispered. He sat up, and used his hands to squeeze
the air out of his trousers, causing a fart-like "frupp" noise when the air
reached the surface. He smiled, and leant back again, enjoying the sun for
a while.



     Matt smiled as he watched Danny. The object of his desire wasn't
conventionally beautiful, but he was handsome certainly. Brown hair and
eyes, an athletic body and the nicest personality anyone could wish for. He
unwillingly talked about stuff - he didn't know what. He wanted to get
Danny feeling secure. He certainly looked it. Another five minutes would
do.



     "Hold on," Matt said, cutting Danny off mid-sentence. "What's this?"
He reached over and grabbed Danny's cock with his right hand. "I told you
you'd like this. Or is it just my presence?"

     Danny's surprise was instantly replaced by pleasure. He needed
that. Still, he had to make some token resistance. He grabbed Matt's hand
with both of his, forgetting that they were holding him up. He fell back
into the slop, nearly covering his face. Matt laughed, but didn't remove
his hand. Danny took advantage and used Matt's hand to push him over into
the slop, whilst pulling himself up and over. He took one hand away from
Matt's right to pin the left. Straddling Matt's legs, he looked down on
Matt from a position of hard-won dominance. His hair dripped globs of
yellow porridge onto Matt's face.

     "Is this what you want?" Danny said sneeringly.

     "God yes." Matt replied. Danny slid his legs back, and dropped onto
Matt's chest. Their lips locked hungrily. A kiss of no softness, just pure
passion - a lip-bruising battle of tongues.  When they eventually stopped,
they stood up, and stepped back from each other.

     "Happy now?" Danny asked

     "Never." Matt replied, as he ripped the shirt off Danny, exposing the
hard chest and nipples. He immediately started sucking a nipple, and only
reluctantly stopped to let Danny peel his own wet T-shirt off. Next came
the trousers, both pairs taken off by their wearers.  The two stood,
ankle-deep in yellow porridge, just looking at each other. Danny turned
around, showing off this ass stuffed with boxer shorts, and slowly pushed
them down his legs, raising first one foot then the other, and taking them
out.

     "Did you like my ass earlier?" he asked.

     "It's beautiful," came the whispered reply.

     "It's yours..." He bent over, and spread his ass-cheeks. He felt
Matt's breath against his puckered asshole, followed by the warmth of his
face against him. The tongue snaked out and started running around his
asshole. He shivered with forbidden pleasure. He held up the wet boxers to
his nose, and inhaled deeply. Why had he never tried that before? He felt
incredibly horny, his cock strained to become harder, his balls overfull
with cum. He pulled away from Matt, and turned around, allowing a view of
his cock for the first time. He could see Matt's lust. He pulled down
Matt's boxers, and let them sink into the goo. He put his own pair of
boxers over Matt's head, back to front and upside down. He knew exactly
what they smelt like - ass. They even had skid-marks from their time in his
rear orifice. He watched the material disappear into Matt's mouth as it had
disappeared into his own ass, and listened to the sucking. He could only
wonder what it tasted like. However, right now, there was something else he
wanted to taste... He slowly knelt down, and looked at Matt's hard cock.
He wondered for a brief moment why he was doing this. Because it's what you
want, his inner monologue replied. He put out his hands, and slowly stroked
it, watching it quiver.  Matt's hands arrived on the back of his head -
using them to steady himself for what he knew was to come. Danny shuffled
slowly forward, took the head in his mouth, and gently sucked.  A moan came
from above. He started sucking again, bobbing up and down, then using the
flat of his tongue to give long licks to the cock-head. He was an amateur,
and didn't know the signs that meant imminent orgasm. Matt's cum blasting
into his mouth came as a surprise, and he let go of the cock in a hurry -
the cum came spraying out over his face. He caught the rest in his hands,
before wiping it over his nipples. He tasted the cum in his mouth with
slight trepidation. Suddenly there was a hand under his chin. He opened his
eyes, and looked up at Matt.

     "Don't swallow." Was all that was said, before they kissed. It was a
long kiss, and a soft, gentle one. Matt disengaged, and started licking up
the cum from Danny's face, going gently over his eyelids. He moved slowly
down the neck, before running down his chest, and over to his right nipple,
which was given a thorough tongue-bath, promptly followed by the left. He
pushed Danny onto his back, then continued down, before taking the hard
cock into his mouth, which it filled nicely. A suck... a lick.... Another
suck... explosion.


     ...


     ...



     Danny woke up, a sticky feeling around his hard cock. He reached out
for Matt, but his bed was empty. His room was lit by November sunshine
streaming in through the window.  Was it all a dream? Could it be more? He
had to get up... he needed to get ready for the school fireworks night.