Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 15:47:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: anonymous.a
Subject: Showing Danny the Ropes

I've had a few sexual adventures in my life, but it never occurred to me I
should share them with others until I approached the editors of Nifty about
promoting my new gay erotica novel, "One Day in the Life of Josh." I've
enjoyed Nifty for many years, but the thought of writing for it intimidated
me. So many talented storytellers! My attempts would pale by comparison.

But with the editors' indulgence I'd like to give it a shot. This story,
for instance. I'm calling it "Showing Danny the Ropes." Parts of it are
true, but the vast majority is fabricated. I don't advocate sex with minors
but I would be lying if I said I'd never given a thought to certain teenage
boys who might be a year or two shy of the legal age limit. Luckily for me,
Danny had just turned 18, so I was in the clear.

I've known Gary and Marta since the mid-'90s. We met at a local lounge that
was known for its karaoke, not that any of us could sing. But we enjoyed
hanging out and soon our bad singing led to barbecues and dinners at
Denny's and Christmas presents being exchanged.

When I met them Gary and Marta had three kids. Well, they were Marta's kids
from a previous marriage – a girl who had since moved out, another girl,
Janet, and a boy, Ryan. They were teenagers and would sometimes come by the
lounge or wherever we happened to be to sponge money off Marta. The first
time I saw Ryan my eyes nearly popped out of the sockets. He was a
good-looking, tousle-haired kid with freckles. Unfortunately, he was also
an insufferable bigmouth and smartass. While on the hand I would love to
have thrown him down on the table, ripped his jeans open and feasted on
whatever lay at the crotch of those 26-inch waist Levis, I couldn't stand
to hear the bullshit that came out of his mouth.

Years passed and the kids grew up. Janet married, had a couple of boys and
got a divorce. Good-looking kids, those boys. But they're serious rednecks
– they got that from their dad.

Ryan met Angie, a pale little anorexic girl who would never say no, and his
life was set. They got married, he joined the military, and they toured the
country from one shithole post to another. Finally his mouth got him in
trouble with his superiors and Ryan was re-introduced to the world of
civilian life.

So there he was – no job, no skills to speak of, and with a wife and two
teenagers to support. Deanna was the youngest, a decent young girl who you
hoped would somehow escape the circumstances of her life and become
something. Then there was Danny.

Last time I'd seen Danny, he was a chubby little kid who couldn't stop
talking. Even his grandparents were constantly telling him to be quiet,
because the kid's mouth ran non-stop. But when I saw him again, Danny had
grown up. He was about two feet taller and had not added much weight, so he
was trim, with that almost concave stomach with which teenage boys are
blessed. When he raised his arms you could see a dense thatch of hair under
his arms. I could imagine what was growing in his crotch.

They arrived back in town when Ryan couldn't find a job living with his
biological father up in Montana. So now they were camped at Gary and
Marta's place, which was putting a strain on both families as there were
only two bedrooms available, and Gary and Marta used one. The kids had to
sleep on the couch or an air mattress in the living room, hardly a pleasant
arrangement, especially for two teens of the opposite gender.

Ryan and Angie both found jobs – Ryan as a "landscaper" i.e., a guy who
mowed yards, and Angie as a cashier at Walmart. They bought a beat-up old
Toyota and found a three-bedroom house. But when the move-in date was
delayed a week by inspection issues, Marta nearly suffered a nervous
breakdown. She had had a belly full of cramped living conditions, smart
alecky kids and Ryan's obnoxious attitude.

Ryan and Angie ended up spending a few days in a tent in the back yard of
their new place. Deanna had a friend from school whose parents took her in.

Danny ended up with me.

Now, I had no intention of trying anything with Danny. But he was a hot
guy, and gazing into the future I could see an even hotter adult emerging
from this teenage cocoon. He had a habit of parading around the house in
his boxers and nothing else. Many a time I found myself gazing up the legs
of those shorts, hoping for a glimpse of what lay beneath. A couple of
times I was rewarded with a thicket of brown pubic hair and a glimpse of
pink flesh.

For 18, Danny was amazingly ignorant about sex. I didn't think that was
possible these days, what with the internet, but then I remembered his
family seldom had access to the web because they were always short on
cash. And obviously neither Ryan nor Angie had discussed the subject with
him.

One afternoon, for instance, we were in my office. I was sitting in front
of the computer doing something, I can't remember, and he was standing
beside me talking about their new house, and the fact he would finally have
his own bedroom. I said, "Yeah, you can stay in there jerking off all day
if you want to," and laughed.

He looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"You know. Jerking off. Wanking. Beating your meat. Whatever you guys call
it these days."

He shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I turned and looked at him in shock. "You mean you don't know anything
about masturbation? I find that a little hard to believe for a guy your
age."

"I've heard that word but I don't know what it means."

I had a pretty sizeable collection of porn videos on my computer, mostly
clips downloaded from tumblr pages. I sort them by subject. I found the
"masturbation" folder and fired up a clip.

Danny covered his eyes ... but then spread his fingers for a peek. The guy
on screen was sitting in front of his webcam, yanking on his cock. Every
now and then he'd throw back his head and let loose with a moan. I guess it
was meant to sound seductive, but it was more comical than anything
else. Danny uncovered his eyes and leaned closer to the monitor.

"Why is he doing that?"

"It feels great," I told him. "You should try it. Do it long enough and
you'll cum."

He nodded, but it was a gesture of futility. "I don't know what that is
either."

"Cum is sperm. It comes out of your balls and shoots out of your dick,
where you pee. It's what makes a woman pregnant."

At that point the guy on the video started moaning faster. Jets of milky
white liquid shot from his penis, hitting him in the face. He opened his
mouth and more jets of jizz struck his lips and tongue.

"Ewww," Danny grimaced. "How can he let that get into his mouth?"

"It's pretty tasty," I said lightly. I clicked off that video and opened
the blowjob folder. There, I opened another clip. A middle-aged man was
chowing down on a young guy's cock. The guy was wearing a hoodie and a
Tennessee Titans ballcap. "That's called a blowjob," I told Danny, pointing
at the screen. "It's one kind of fun to give a blowjob, and another kind of
fun to receive one."

Danny leaned even closer to the monitor. I noticed his cheap Walmart cargo
shorts were bulging in the crotch. And I noticed an odor, a heavy, musky
essence that grew stronger as I leaned closer.

I don't know why I did this, but I reached up with my right hand and used
my index finger to very lightly rub that bulge at the front of his
cargoes. He continued watching the screen, intent on what was going on
there, so I pressed against the bulge and was rewarded with firmness. I
could hear his breathing; it seemed louder and maybe a little uneven. I
know I was struggling to breathe.

I used both hands to unbutton his cargoes. I hooked my thumbs through the
waistband and pulled the shorts, and his boxers, slowly to the floor. His
dick popped out. So did my eyes.

It was long and slim, about 5 inches, with a small helmet and a shaft
frescoed with a delicate tracery of veins. His balls were snug up against
his cock as if he were already set to shoot. Both cock and balls sprang
from a next of light brown pubic hair.

I ran my right hand up his leg and butt cheek, pulling him toward me as I
leaned in and took his cock down my throat. He had not showered since
yesterday and his dick had a distinctive taste, salty and something else,
maybe the equivalent of the musk I was smelling. It dragged along the roof
of my mouth and found my throat. His balls were snug up against my chin. I
used both hands to cup his ass and began massaging the cheeks as I slid up
an down on his cock.

I know this was involuntary on his part, but his hand found the back of my
head and he began thrusting into me.

This went on for another 30 seconds or so until he began whimpering, and
then shot after shot of sweet, watery cum filled my mouth. I swallowed
every drop, keeping his dick within the moist confines of my lips. He cried
out as he pressed his crotch hard against my face, and I could feel the
muscles in his ass straining.

Finally he began to relax. He started to pull away but I kept him close. I
knew a kid his age would be able to stay hard, and I had other lessons I
wanted to teach him.

I finally pulled my mouth away from his cock and told him to lie down on
the floor. His dick stood up like a flagpole. I gave it a couple of licks
and then, straddling him, I pulled down the backside of my shorts and
squatted over his erect penis. I guided it to my hole. There was no way he
was getting out of my house without fucking me.

I slowly lowered myself on his pole and did not stop until I was
balls-deep. I looked into his eyes and he was staring at the ceiling, as if
he were focused entirely on the sensations spreading along his shaft. I
reached down between his legs and, using my middle finger, found his crack
and began exploring it until my fingertip settled on his asshole. I began
rubbing it as I gyrated on his cock, not up and down like you see in all
the vids, but back and forth, working it with my sphincter muscles.

The more I did this the more he pressed back with his pelvis, trying to
thrust his cock deeper into me. His hole began to open slightly and I
pressed against it, allowing my fingertip to enter his warmth.

We did this for the next two or three minutes and my finger entered his ass
until I was up past the second knuckle. I could feel his muscles reacting
to my movements, and his cock probing the confines of my colon. The tension
in me was rising and when he suddenly raised his ass off the floor, his
anus locking onto my finger, and sprayed the inside of my colon with
another dose of watery cum, I couldn't stop myself and shot a load of
gooey, creamy spunk all over his stomach.

We sat like that another minute and then I got up, licked my cum off his
stomach, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and wipe my ass. When I
got back he had pulled up his boxers and cargoes.

"So," I said. "Is there anything else about sex you'd like me to show you?"

He gave me an embarrassed grin and said, "How much more can you show me in
three days before we move in to our new house?"

I smiled. "A lot, Danny. A lot."