Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2006 14:37:52 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: See Danny Run

This is a work of fiction.  I love getting email so if you
would like to contact me you can at taarob@yahoo.com or if
you'd like to see some other things that I've written you
can go to my web site at http://www.mygaystories.com .
Author's note: This is not necessarily a story about abuse
except for a part of the first chapter.  Neither is it
necessarily a feel good wildly in love story although that
does come later.  It is also a story with a bit of
domination in it.


                       See Danny Run  1


I don't wanna go into a whole big thing about my childhood.
I mean I know I gotta tell ya some stuff but I'm just gonna
hit the high points or more accurately the low points.

My dad is a doctor, M fucking D, family practice and my mom
is a doctor's wife, if you know one you know what that
means.  As far as I'm concerned, puke puke puke.

Dad was always strict.  Not insane strict but strict.  It
did kinda piss me off that he wasn't as strict with my older
brother Ryan but then I never expected him to be, Ryan was
like their godchild, the chosen one.  For some reason I
inherited all the bad stuff that Ryan managed to skip.  Ryan
was never in trouble, I was in trouble a lot and although I
don't really remember I probably deserved it.  Even during
the worst of the shit I always kinda pushed at the edges.
Now that I think about it it was probably just a way of
getting them to acknowledge that I was alive.

            Then during a one week period when I was ten, the
worst week of my life, everything changed and majorly for
the worse.

We lived in a nice doctor neighborhood with a nice doctor
house and my doctor dad had just had a bunch of dirt
delivered so he could get me to break my back planting trees
or some shit and of course my buddies and I were messing
with it.  My mom was screaming at me about not getting
dirty.  It was fall and school had just started so we were
all dressed in long pants and a couple of the guys even had
sweaters on so they were like our nice clothes and I agree
we shouldn't have been doing what we were doing, throwing
dirt and shit but I was fucking ten.  It's what you do!

My dad came storming down from the house his tie was blown
over his shoulder and he looked ready to kill.  All of us
boys just froze.

He started screaming at me from thirty feet away.

"Daniel!  Daniel you stay right there!  Don't you dare run!
Don't you dare move!"

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and shook me so hard
that I almost lost my balance.

He was screaming at me.  "What were you told about getting
dirty?  What?"

I was starting to cry as my friends stood there shaking and
staring at the ground but I still had some ridiculous vague
hope of getting out of this.

I stammered, "I didn't mean ......."

He slapped me hard across the face and if he hadn't been
hanging unto me with his other hand I would have fallen
over, as it was I twisted in his grip and slumped over
trying to protect my face which only caused him to slap the
top of my head.

"You're not coming in the house like that!  Don't think for
a moment that you are!  You will NOT get your mother's clean
house dirty!"  He spun me around to face him.  "Take off all
of your clothing here!  I'll take your clothing in for you
to wash later!  You can walk into the house naked, in front
of you friends, maybe then you'll remember to stay clean!"

He stood there while I sobbed and stripped off all of my
clothing.

I remember walking to the house the feeling of dried leaves
and the occasional twig under my feet and knowing that my
closest friends were watching my naked ass.

Well, there's no fucking way to describe how humiliating
that was and of course word spread like wildfire thru the
prepubescent universe.  So my humiliation expanded until it
was shared and savored by everyone in my age group.

They called me "Naked Boy" for a while but what happened two
days later on Saturday slowed even that down.

I was walking home from the park where I had been receiving
the awkward sympathy of my friends for having an asshole for
a father.

I was dragging my feet, not exactly thrilled with the idea
of going home but after the whole naked thing I was trying
to stay on everyone's good side, not there really seemed to
be a good side.  Passing a row of houses I was crunching
thru the leaves that had begun falling a couple of weeks ago
when a guy who had been sitting on the front stoop of his
house saw me and called me over.  He was wearing jeans and a
tee shirt without any shoes just white socks.

He called, "Hey, you're Danny, right?"

I looked up and walked a little closer and then I recognized
him, he drove our school bus.  I nodded my head yes.  "Yeah.
You're the bus driver."

He nodded.  "Sorry about your dad."  Well anyone who thought
my dad was a jerk couldn't be all bad.

I dropped my head still embarrassed.

He kinda laughed and said, "Hey, it's okay.  My old man was
no prize winner either."

He got up and put his hand on my shoulder.  "C'mon, come
inside and we'll split a Coke.  It'll make ya feel better."

Look, I know, hindsight is 20/20 but he didn't like my dad,
he had a bad dad himself, he was offering to split a Coke
with me, he was my bus driver for Christ sake and it meant
that I didn't have to go right home.  And fuck, I was only
ten!

We walked together thru the house into the kitchen where he
gave me a Coke and we leaned back against the kitchen
counter drinking them.

I was looking up at him while he was saying something and he
looked down into my eyes and said, "Danny, you got the most
beautiful eyes."  He reached down and cupped my chin in his
hand.  "You're really a great looking guy."

I just thought, "Oh, that's kinda cool, he noticed my eyes."
I do have these really cool gray eyes.

He ran his hand down to my chest and rubbed it.  "Looks like
you keep in shape.  You work out or anything?"  His hands
were really warm and he just kinda left them there but there
was something about that move that bothered me.  It didn't
like totally set off an alarm but even I knew it was odd.

I said, "Uh, no."

He started to pull on my shirt and he said, "Lemme take a
look at your chest muscles."  I put the Coke on the counter
lifted my arms and he pulled the shirt off over my head.

He seemed to be getting really excited.  It didn't seem like
he could breathe right and he was getting all red.  Now
there were alarms beginning to go off in my head but I still
never thought in terms of my being in danger more like I was
doing something that I wouldn't want to tell my parents.
Well, shit, that included like everything!

Suddenly he did two things at once.  He kissed me really
hard and shoved his hands down the front of my pants.

He was smothering me with his lips and when I finally was
able to push his mouth away I yelled really loud, "No!  No
don't do that!  You're not suppose to touch me like that!"

That's when he hit me.  I don't think that I really even
remember his fist coming towards me but I think that I
remember hitting the wall and bouncing off of it.  He was
yelling at me too, some shit about how I should do what I'm
told.

I don't remember him hitting me again but later I had the
marks to prove it but right then I must have passed out.
When I came around I felt like I was being smothered because
he was laying on top of me and his weight was making it
almost impossible for me to breathe.  And then the pain hit
me.  There was this incredible tearing searing pain in my
butt.  It felt like he was tearing me in half or something
and it seemed to go on forever and all the time he was
swearing at me.

After a while it felt like he was pulling something out of
me and I thought that it was probably my guts because that's
what it felt like.  I was lying on the floor and though
somehow I didn't realize it then I must have been crying
something fierce cause he kept yelling at me to stop.

Finally he dragged me to my feet and I realized that I was
totally naked, not even a sock on and he was pulling me.  We
were both slipping around on what I later realized was the
blood coming out of my asshole.  I was hanging onto the sink
with my right hand and trying to keep my footing and he was
yelling that we had to go to the basement and I thought,
"This fucker gets me in that basement and I'm never comin
out!"

He was pulling on my left arm and I spotted what looked like
a heavy bottle on the counter next to the sink and just as I
was about to lose my grip on the sink I let go and grabbed
that bottle.  I swung it in a wide arc with all of my
strength and nailed the son-of-a-bitch square on the
forehead.  He staggered back let go of my arm and dropped to
his knees; I turned and ran straight for the screen door
that I could see led to the back yard.

The screen door was locked but I hit it so hard it sprang
open and banged against the house.  I went tearing into the
back yard and fell tumbling over and over.  When I stopped I
looked up and he was just coming out of the door after me
and I took off running.  I was as afraid as I had ever been
in my whole life and I knew that if he caught me he was
gonna kill me.

He stumbled down into the yard and almost grabbed my arm but
I dodged him and ran.  I ran like the fucking wind and I
kept running.  I ran down the sidewalk.  I ran down the
street and past the park.  When I ran past the park some
older boys saw me and they musta thought I was crazy or
something cause they took out after me but I was running for
my life and nobody was catching me.  I ran in total terror.
In my mind death was only a stride behind me and I was never
gonna stop running.

I felt insane.  I felt an insane joy knowing that I was so
near death, that death was right on my heels and that I was
outrunning him.  It was like my legs were twice as long as
they were and my strides were poetry.  I ran like an animal,
an animal that knows that there's another animal wanting to
eat it.  I felt like a gazelle running from a lion or a
leopard or something and I knew that those claws were
reaching out to grab me and I just ran faster.   I was
flying!

I felt the damage being done to my feet and yet I didn't
feel it.  It was like I felt the twigs and the stones but
yet I didn't and even in some detached way I was aware of
the blood but it didn't matter cause I was this fucking god,
this fucking Mercury with winged feet and I flew across the
ground.  It was a sunny warm September day and I could feel
the sun's heat on my body as I ran and the warm dry wind of
early fall.

Finally I hit what felt like a brick wall.  Actually it was
a guy, a guy who was built like a brick wall. He came out
from behind a tree with a bag full of leaves and I piled
right into him and we went down together.

It caught up with me then, the lack of oxygen, the fear,
everything.  I felt like I was dying but I guess that I just
passed out.  The next thing that I knew I was wrapped in a
blanket and surrounded by cops.  I mumbled out the reason
that I was in the shape that I was in and then I decided it
might be a good time to cry and I pretty much spent the rest
of the day doing that.

Unfortunately they figured that they had to take me to the
hospital and call my mom and dad.  I could tell that my dad
was pissed even though with all the other people around he
couldn't really show it.  He was embarrassed that his kid
had been raped and I'm sure that he figured it was somehow
my fault.  I hated him for it and I hated the hospital.  It
felt like a jail to me.  They still do.  I hate to go near
them.

Thankfully, Joel, that's the bus driver's name, confessed
when they cornered him.  I mean, shit, he was still trying
to clean my blood up off of the kitchen floor.  It wasn't
like he could lie his way outta that.

The only, and I do mean only, good thing that came outta
that was that I met the guy who, two years later, was to
become my track coach.  That's Bob Kapolski, the guy that I
literally ran into.  When he found out how far I ran and how
fast he was impressed.  It seemed that my little run was
seen by more people than I thought and a bunch of em tried
to catch me, including a guy who was on the then current
track team but nobody even got close.

Well, there was one other kinda good thing that came out of
it.  Mom and Dad just left me alone from then on and for me
that was a good thing.  We talked to each other only to the
extend that we had to but they both stopped being mean to
me.  It was like they just stopped caring and now I was like
this obligation that they had to deal with for a few more
years.  I'm sure that they were as anxious to be done with
it as I was.

I told that to Coach Kapolski one day and he looked really
sad but he didn't try to tell me that I was wrong.  The
thing that he did tell me stayed with me.  He told me that
if I wanted to be on my own I had to study and get great
grades because without them I would screw up college and if
I did that I'd be pumping gas someplace and to one degree or
another be dependent on my parents.  That was great
motivation.  I studied my ass off and I ran my ass off and I
was good at both.  Hell, I was the best!

Being in High School was the great!  I felt freer than I
ever had and my parent's new attitude was great.  Okay,
maybe I felt a little alone but I was responsible for myself
and I was doing pretty well.  Another thing that I learned
in High School was that I was really attracted to guys.  I
was showering and working out with a bunch of guys who were
all in great shape and I couldn't help looking but I never
did anything with my teammates.  But when we practiced we
used to run by the football field and sometimes the football
team guys would stand there watching us run by.  I thought
that they were beautiful!  They all had broad shoulders and
packed crotches and they just looked so incredibly studly
standing there in their football uniforms.

I wanted them.  I didn't really know too much about this
stuff but I was pretty sure that I wanted to suck them and
finally one day we were running past them and this tall
blond guy had stripped off everything but his football pants
and was standing there all bare chested and looking oh so
hot.  As I ran past him he stared right at me and his head
turned slowly to follow me as I ran on.  I almost tripped
thinking about him and I got a boner but I was running out
in front of everyone so I was the only one who knew.  That
was true until our second lap and then football guy saw me
and got this dirty little smirk on his face that almost made
me cum.  We had made eye contact!

Thankfully the football team and the track team shared a
locker room.  I goofed around getting undressed and was one
of the last ones to shower because I was playing eye hockey
with Carl, the football guy.  I felt pretty strange.  He was
a junior and I was a freshman and normally that was like
being from two different planets but he seemed to somehow
understand me better than I understood myself.

Finally I stripped off and walked naked into the shower and
washed my hair.  When I opened my eyes Carl was standing
under the shower next to me.

He grinned and said, "You run fast."  He looked around to
see if anyone was listening.  "Even when your ah....flag is
up."

I smiled blushed and said, "Ah, thanks."  I dropped my head
but was still able to look at his dick, which was like a
little hard.  Not that it was little, it wasn't like
enormous either, just nice.   I figured it might be a seven
incher hard but then you could never tell about those things
but since my brain was totally paralyzed I wasn't ever gonna
find out.

Carl seemed to know where I was at though and then I looked
up he was staring at me and he finally smiled and said,
"Cool eyes."

I did really feel a little creepy that he was a junior and I
was only a freshman but it didn't creep me out enough to
stop, just enough to make me all shy.

That didn't seem to faze Carl though and he kept me talking
about casual sports stuff and then walked me back to my
locker.  Just about everyone else was gone by then and Carl
leaned against the locker next to mine.  It seemed that no
matter where I looked I ended up looking at Carl's cock.  I
was pulling on my underwear and he scratched his balls.

He said, "Danny, I gotta get dressed but then I got
something I wanna show ya, okay?"

I must have given him a deer in the headlights look because
he reached over and held my chin in his hand and said,
"Don't worry.  You'll like it and if you don't it won't
happen."

Carl pretty much kept his arm on my shoulder all the way to
the old paint storage room in the old part of the building.
Until he took me there I didn't even know that it existed.

Considering my past it even surprised me that I wasn't
afraid of Carl but he really had a reassuring personality.
He was so confident that it didn't even occur to me to not
follow him.  Inside the paint storage room he locked the
door and put down his backpack.

He walked over to me smiled and then gently took my hand and
placed it on his crotch.  Under the fabric I could feel a
rock hard cock and I swallowed hard.

Carl took my face gently between his hands.  "Danny, did you
ever do this before?"

"Nnnno.  I.....wanted to...but I never did anything.  I
never had the chance."

He nodded and his voice was soft.  "I didn't think so.
Lemme tell ya what's gonna happen.  First of all nobody's
gonna know what happens here.  I'm not gonna tell anyone and
neither are you.  Okay?"

I nodded and gulped.

"Good boy.  Next, you're gonna take my cock out and suck
it."  He rubbed my shoulders.  "Now there's nothing to be
afraid of, I'm not gonna hurt you and I'm pretty sure that
once you get my cock in your mouth you're gonna be one happy
dude."  He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, "You
know that you want this."

I nodded.  He was right I did want this.

Carl stood with his hands at his side while I slowly pulled
his zipper down and then reached inside and hesitantly
grasped his hard smooth cock.

"You're doin good, Danny.  Now pull my underwear down a
little and put the waistband under my balls.  That way you
can suck it without anything getting in the way."

It was weird, I could hear myself making these little
whimpering sounds.  It wasn't that I was not wanting to do
this but rather that I was discovering that I wanted it
sooooo bad.  The smell of Carl's crotch was like a drug and
I pressed my nose against his big soft hairy balls and
inhaled deeply.  I could hear him chuckle and I looked up at
him.

He grinned down at me and said, "It's all yours Baby."

I quickly closed my mouth around the head of his dick and
felt my lips naturally falling just behind the head.
Instinctively my started circling the head while it was
clamped between my lips.  I could hear Carl gasp and his
body tensed.  It was my first sense of the power that I had.

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?"