Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2006 17:29:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: See Danny Run 2

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>From the previous chapter:
I pushed my mouth further down on his cock and his body
began a very slight thrusting movement.  In my whole life
nothing felt as natural as what I was doing now.  It was
like everything else that had ever happened to me was some
huge mistake, like somebody should have said, "No! Not that!
That kid is supposed to be sucking men's cocks!"

I could feel Carl put his warm hands on my head and I wanted
to roll my face against them like a puppy dog.  He guided me
and held me in place and I loved every second of it and then
when he finally shot off in my mouth and I swallowed his
huge football player load I thought that I had died and gone
to heaven.

I looked up at him breathless and with a huge smile on my
face.  He reached down and scooped up a bit of cum off of my
chin and put it in my mouth.

I gasped out, "Did I do it okay?"


                           See Danny Run 2


Carl never lied to me.  From the very beginning he told me
that he was straight and that while he wasn't interested in
switching teams, he had no problems with gay guys, well
obviously.  He was a lot more to me than just some straight
guy that let me suck his dick three times a week, he also
was a good friend to me and saw that I met the right people
around the school.  He introduced me to a couple of teachers
that I could really rely on for advice and to a bunch of
sports guys on the football and basketball teams.  It was
really cool that he didn't like pretend that he didn't know
me or something.  I mean we never let on about the service
that I was providing him but he kinda took me under his wing
and since it was almost like I didn't have a family, well
it's like he was my big brother, a good one.

On the days that we did have sex or maybe more accurately on
the days that I blew him, it was always the last thing of
the day and he never rushed me thru it.  He never made me
feel like I was just a way for him to get off.  He let me
set the pace and then afterwards he'd drive me home and we'd
stop downtown and get a cup of coffee and he sit and listen
to my problems.  Carl was the best thing in my life.

When I came back the next year as a sophomore Carl was a
senior and I was beginning to think about the time when he'd
graduate and go on to college.  I had quite a few casual
friends but so far Carl was the only one that I was having
sex with and since I started doing him I never really
thought about looking for someone else.  I really didn't
even think that I knew how.  So pretty much like with every
other problem that I had I asked Carl about it one afternoon
when we were going for coffee.

We slid into a booth at Starbuck's with our coffee and I
leaned over and we continued our conversation.

"Carl, what am I gonna do?"

He laughed softly and shook his head.  "Danny, it's a year
away."  He sighed.  "But I have been thinking that maybe you
should meet other people."

That made me nervous.  "Whadya mean other people?  Carl, you
make it sound like you don't think we should be doin it
anymore."

"Calm down, Danny.  It's not that, it's just that my
girlfriend is pushing for more sex right now and I was
thinking that maybe we should cut back to two days a week."

"Carl!"

"Danny, will you let me finish?  I think that I know of
another guy who might be interested."

That stopped me for a moment but then, "Carl, it won't be
the same!  What if he doesn't really like me?  The great
thing about you is that we get along so well."

He grinned.  "My cock doesn't have anything to do with it,
huh?"

I said what I was thinking.  "I love your cock!"  He laughed
softly at my enthusiasm.

I wanted to tell Carl that I loved him just as much as I
loved his cock but I didn't know how he'd take it and even
though I didn't mean it in a romantic way I was afraid that
he might take it that way and get all panicky.

He rested his chin on his hand and said, "I won't do
anything that'd be bad for ya.  I gotta check this guy out
some more.  But until I've done that it wouldn't be fair to
tell you who he is but I will tell you that he's on the
varsity baseball team."

"Have you seen his dick?"

He grinned at me and fixed those blue blue eyes on me but
didn't say anything.  I said, "Okay, that sounded a little
slutty.  I guess it doesn't matter as long as he's a good
guy."

Carl said,  "That's better.  I hope you don't think that you
and I are just about my cock.  I'd like to think that you're
also my friend."

I kinda felt like a louse and stared down at the table.  "I
do too, Carl.  I just really hate the thought of you going
away to college."

"Danny, I'm not dropping off the planet, even after I leave
you can still IM me or call.  I do expect to hear from you.
But, hey, this is a year away.  We're getting all sad for
nothing."

When I got home I was really in a funk.  I knew that his
leaving was a year away but it was also like a switch had
been thrown and the process had been started.  I checked my
inbox and pulled out a square cream colored envelope.  My
mom, dad and I all have a plastic file thingy that's screwed
to the kitchen wall and if there's mail for one of us or
messages they get put in there.  It's also turned into a
great way for them not to speak to me at all.  If I need
money for school I just put a note in Mom's file and a day
or two later a check appears in mine, or a denial.  It was
an invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Harold Vernere.  I was
invited to the wedding of their daughter to my brother
Robert.  It was the first I'd heard of it and I pitched it
into the wastebasket under my desk.  I knew that I should
care or at least be angry that no one had even mentioned it
to me before but I wasn't surprised.

I looked around my room, it was like living in Holiday Inn.
It was nice enough and I was thankful for that but my mom
freaked if I tried to put anything up on HER walls so the
place just felt....institutional.

I looked at my watch, it was 5:28 and we always ate promptly
at 5:30 so I headed to the dining room.  My mother would
never have called me if I didn't show up.  I was expected to
be there and that was pretty much that.  They didn't yell at
me at the dinner table and they would even occasionally say
something to me like "Pass the salt" or something but it was
never anything about me.  If we had a dog I would have loved
to sit on the floor and eat with him, it'd be better than
eating with these people.  At least with a dog I'd have
unconditional love.

Hey, I sound like I'm whining and I really don't mean to,
I've got it pretty good.  Maybe they do ignore me but the
stuff my dad used to do he doesn't do any more and the rest
of it I've been familiar with for a long time.  They give me
a reasonable allowance and if I'm on time I never miss a
meal and that's better than a lot of kids have it.  The only
time it really hurts is when my brother comes home and I see
the way that they treat him but what the hell, like I said,
it's not new and after he gets married maybe he'll come home
less.

A couple of weeks later Carl came over to me while I was
studying in the library at school.  He slid into the chair
across from me and leaned forward conspiratorially.  He
whispered.  "I got things set up."

I looked up confused.  "Huh?"  I really had no clue what he
was talking about.

He laughed.  "Concentrate dufus.  The baseball player I told
you about, he wants to meet you."

I was suddenly very nervous.  "He does?"  I could hear the
tone of my voice getting higher.

His face dropped.  "You don't wanna meet him?"

"No!  I do, really, Carl.  I just didn't figure that'd be
this soon."  I ran my fingers thru my hair.  "What's he
like?"

"Okay, lemme tell ya how this all happened."  He stopped and
ducked his head while a couple of students walked behind him
and then resumed.

"The guys name is Jeremy Lawlor, he's the pitcher."

I was astonished and said, "He's gay?"

"Not really, my guess is bi, maybe not even that.  He
originally hit on me, you know we had been watching each
other in the locker room and the showers.  So finally a
couple of weeks ago and he starts bringing up the subject of
sex and how his girlfriend isn't all that reliable when it
comes to putting out.  His girlfriend is Lorie Campbell."

I blurted out.  "She's a slut!  Well, I mean that's what
they say."  She was also gorgeous and so was he.  I remember
watching him pitch and noticing a sizable lump in his
uniform pants.  Jeremy Lawlor was one of the many jocks I
had been lusting after but figured that I had no chance
with.

Carl grinned.  "Well apparently only when she's in the mood.
Either that or she's cheating on him."

I was incredulous.  "Who would cheat on him?"

He laughed.  "You're a fan?"

I could feel myself blushing.  "He's nice looking."

He grinned.  "Just nice?"

I sighed.  "Okay, more than nice, he's fucking hot!  I can't
believe that he wants to have sex with me."

"You know, Danny, you're pretty hot yourself."

"Did that football hit you in the head?"

Carl's voice was stern.  "Don't put yourself down!"

I opened my mouth and then shut it.  Carl doesn't get mad
much.

"I mean it Danny.  It's stupid.  Look in a freakin mirror.
I wouldn't say it unless I meant it."  That was true, Carl
never said stuff he didn't mean.

"Okay.....I...nobody ever taught me to think stuff like that
about myself."

"Danny you got girls hangin all over you.  I saw it at
Vinnie's party last week.  You think they're doin that cause
you're ugly?"

My voice was quiet.  "I figured they liked me cause I was a
track guy."

Carl fixed me with those intense eyes.  "First of all,
Danny, you're not just a track guy, you're the track star.
You are that fucking team, they were never anything until
they got you.  Second, I hear those girls talking about you
all the time, saying how fucking cute you are, so get that
into your head."

I really wanted to get Carl off of the subject of me.  "So
what's this guy like?"

"Well, nice looking but you know that.  I haven't told him
your name yet and I won't until you tell me that I can but
he is anxious to meet you."  He sighed.  "I didn't tell him
what you and I do, exactly, just that you liked guys
and.....well, that you took care of me."  He ran his hand
over his forehead and frowned.  "That doesn't sound great
does it?"

I laughed.  "It is accurate."

"I wasn't goin for accurate I don't want him thinking
you're...."

I interrupted.  "Queer?"  He flinched at the word.

"Danny!"  He shook his head slowly and said, "Fuck!  Why
can't you be straight and still like to suck cock?"

I laughed out loud and got shushed and a stern look from the
librarian.  I leaned forward and lowered my voice. "Carl, I
don't mind being gay.  Sure there's things that I'm not
crazy about but man I love to suck cock.  I love the way
guys smell and the way they look and the way they act and
fuck.....just fucking everything."

Carl had his head down but looked up and grinned.  "Yeah,
you do seem to enjoy it."

"So when do I meet em?"

"Soon, the guy's pretty horny.  When do you want to meet
him?  He said tomorrow or the next day is good.  He wants to
meet by his car or rather truck.  He always parks in the far
west corner of the lot and it's a red Ford F150, you can't
miss it.  So like tomorrow at 3:00?"

I was feeling a little more comfortable with the idea
because it seemed like Carl had given this guy a lot of
thought.  "Yeah, tomorrows good."

"Danny, I told Jay that besides the sex you had also become
my friend and that I didn't want you fucked over so if tries
any shit with you that you don't want I wanna hear about it.
You got that?"

I nodded but he wanted more than that.

"Danny, I wanna hear you say it."

I grinned at him and said, "Yes, Dad, if he tries to fuck me
over I'll tell ya."

Carl grinned back at me.  "Good."


We were enjoying beautiful early October weather.  The sun
was warm and the wind dry and if you drove a little way out
of town the farmers were working at a steady clip to get the
corn harvested.  They were days when a sweater wouldn't be a
bad thing to have on hand but wasn't absolutely necessary.

I got up at 5:00 the next morning and went for an hour long
run.  Running was like breathing to me only better.  Running
calmed me and gave me time to put things into perspective.
It's funny cause people ask me all the time how I can run so
far or so fast like it's this big physical exertion thing
but strangely, when I'm running I don't really even feel it,
it's more like this peaceful state that I move into and zone
out.  It's like I'm aware of the beginning and the end,
physically that is, but the rest is just like being in
heaven.

I was still dealing with the thought of Carl leaving in a
year and that led into me thinking about the time that I'd
leave.  My parents had never said anything one way or the
other but I assumed they would be paying for college but the
more that I thought about that the more I decided that I
couldn't count on it.  I decided to ask some of my teachers
what they thought my chances at a scholarship would be.

When I got home I showered and then picked out my clothes
carefully.  This is what Jay would see me in and I wanted to
look as good as possible but I didn't want to look like I
had worked all that hard at it.  Looking in the mirror I ran
my fingers thru dark brown hair.  I decided that my face did
have a nice shape and a strong chin with a dimple but my
best feature were my gray eyes, maybe because the contrasted
with everything else.  They did really pop.

I thought about him winding up to throw a pitch and the way
that his package was kinda bunched up when he did that and
how his black hair was always sticking out from under his
ball cap and the tip of his tongue would make a quick
appearance between his lips before he threw.  He always got
this really intense stare when he pitched and it made my
balls tighten.  I thought about tasting his cock and had to
shut my eyes tight and force it out of my mind so I could
continue getting dressed and getting to school.


I was standing nervously by his red truck when I saw him
walk out of the school hook the light jacket he was carrying
in his finger and sling it back over his shoulder.  It
seemed like he fixed me with his eyes from a hundred yards
away and they never left me.  He walked with the grace so
typical of athlete's and I watched his crotch and then his
eyes.  Maybe I was imagining it but what I thought to be his
dick seemed to get bigger as he walked towards the truck.

He unlocked the door of the truck reached in and pulled on a
ball cap then turned to me and said, "You're Danny, right?"

I nodded and mumbled, "Yeah."

He said, "Get in."

I went around to the passenger side as he leaned over and
unlocked the door.  I slid in next to him.  He held out his
hand and said, "My name is Jay Lawlor."

"I know, I watch you pitch."

He grinned.  "You like baseball?"

"Pretty much.  Track's my thing but I like to watch it."

"I've seen you run, you're fast."

"Thanks."

He had both hands on the wheel but hadn't made any attempt
to start the truck.  He said, "Carl talked to ya?"

"Yeah."

"Well I guess you wouldn't be here unless you were
interested.  There's just one thing."  I stared at him and
waited.  He looked back at me with determination.  "I make
all the decisions about what we do and how we do it.  I told
Carl that I'd never hurt you and I won't, at least not
intentionally and any time you wanna stop all you gotta do
is tell me and I'll drive you back here or to your house
or....wherever but if you do stay with me you do what I say.
Can you handle that?"

"And I say stop and you stop?"

"Instantly......but there's no do-over's.  Once you say
stop...we're over.....no hard feelings but also no coming
back.  Got it?"

For some reason I started getting hard the minute Jay
started talking and you coulda cut steel with it now.  I
held out my hand.  "Deal."  He shook it and started the
truck.