Another Solar Fox Original
 Daniel

Daniel was sixteen. He had basically been a loner all his life. His
parents never could understand why he never really talked to the
boys when he was in high school or looked at the girls. More
puzzling to them were his horrible grades he had made while he was
there. There was generally no explanation that they could attribute
it to. He was always quiet, shy. Never too outspoken even at family
gatherings. He'd just nod and say "hi".

In some people's eyes, it probably seemed to take forever for
Daniel to come around, to see the light. He wasn't attracted to
girls at all. All that makeup and the way they fixed their hair
sometimes made him feel strange inside just looking at a girl. And
those earrings.. come on!

What Daniel's parents didn't know was that he was really unhappy.
He looked at other guys and saw traits that he liked and wished
that he had. Finally, in his junior year in high school, it hit him
hard. Was he gay? Did.. he really consider these boys he was
associating with to be cute? No.. he couldn't stoop to that level.
He couldn't handle a "label" of gay. It was just too heavy a cross
for him to bear. Still, anytime he would change clothes in the
school gym locker, his penis would get hard. It was the only time
during the day it would get hard, except maybe at lunch when he sat
with his friend, Steve. They always sat across the table from each
other and somehow Daniel liked that better, actually because he was
more able to look at Steve than if they sat side-by-side.

Daniel was really pretty cute himself. He worked out with weights
about once a week, he was nearly six feet tall and he was rather
firm all over. When he didn't have on a shirt, his tits nearly
weren't even visible they were so small. He also knew he had quite
a package.. but he hadn't really put a lot of miles on it. He'd had
no desire to. Sometimes he'd just as soon rather it fell off. He'd
done it some in his sleep before; but when he woke up it was just
as though nothing had happened.. except that he was buried in semen
up to his chin. When he did that, he'd smile the next morning,
knowing he had done something the night before that was very rare.
Vaguely recalling the dreams from time to time, he recollected
something about boys in it that were extremely friendly to him..
and in these dreams they had let him do things to them, and they
did things to him that really made him feel good. He thought one of
them in the dream -- might be Steve. He wasn't sure, but the facial
features seemed to appear a little alike.

It was Thursday morning. He went back to school and he was thinking
a little about dropping out. He was depressed. He kept seeing Steve
at lunch, and everytime he'd talk to Steve, Steve would be all
smiles. Happy as a lark, so he seemed. He had even mentioned
dropping out to a school counselor, who happened to be a man, and
unbeknownst to Daniel, was gay. Mr. Weinhardt, the counselor, was
personally worried about Daniel, being a little afraid that since
Daniel had told him he had no real friends in school he could
relate to, Daniel might possibly resort to suicide. It was just a
fear Mr. Weinhardt had.

Daniel fell asleep several times in science. Not that it was any
effect (or was it?) but Daniel's seating arrangement in that
particular class was around several girls.

He met Steve in the hall after that class. Steve hadn't seen Danny,
that was what Steve called him and he was about the only one who
did, all that often in the halls because most of Steve's classes
were in the other wing of the building.

Daniel threw his books in his locker, it was time for his noon
lunch. Danny had never met Steve in the halls before, he had just
gotten to the lunchroom before in time to see Steve for about maybe
30 minutes of the 45 that they customarily got to eat. As such,
Danny never really got to see Steve except from that same old
place, not really his clothing attire or anything else.

Danny walked slowly with Steve, Steve was talking about a hot
'vette, a red one, that his 27-year-old brother had just aquired
from an ad in the Savannah newspaper. Now, Danny noticed a couple
of things. Steve was smiling again, as he always seemed to do
without a care in the world. He was dressed in a tank top, which
Danny saw him wear often. But he was wearing ripped, faded 501's.

Danny never had known that. The knees were torn out. He didn't have
on a belt; the jeans were so low on his waist that you could see
the top of the boy's pubic hairs around his penis; Steve obviously
had on NO underwear, nor did he make any attempt to pull them up.
Of course, Danny didn't say anything about it. He casually fell
back a little to get a view of Steve from the back; they were so
low back there that the top of his asscrack was very visible; again
evidence of no underwear.

Steve kept mumbling something as they walked toward the lunchroom,
but it seemed like silence to Danny. Danny was in deep thought;
thinking long and hard if Steve had ever mentioned anything about
girls, or anything.. no, right off the top of his head, he never
could remember any incident where Steve had brought girls up in any
of his conversations.

To be honest, he hadn't.

Steve assumed his usual position at the table, Daniel clumsily
assumed his, tripping over a few large feet in the aisle. Steve
smiled at Daniel.

"Didn't you hear a word I said?" said Steve.

"Huh?"

"I said, it looks like somethings given you a hardon. Is she
pretty?"

Danny could feel his face turn red and his ears burned. "I - I
really don't feel all that good today.."

"Oh, come on, you can tell me," Steve sported. "What color is her
hair?"

"Blonde," Danny finally said, noting that Steve's hair was blonde.

"Susan Blalock?" Steve said, eyebrows raised. Steve certainly
looked cute like that, slowly placing the straw of his milk carton
in his mouth and sipping it.

"No!" Daniel denied, being purely honest. Damn, it suddenly occured
to Danny, "maybe I was right. Maybe I'm the only one that feels
like this." He felt as though Steve could only see it in terms of a
straight boy, and suddenly, after seeing Steve like that in the
hall a few moments ago, he knew he couldn't fake anything else.
Somehow the view of Steve caused him to drop all the shields he was
hiding behind and not to be afraid of how any homosexual-oriented
word sounded coming out of anyone's mouth. Somehow, Danny saw the
essence of beauty in Steve's youthful body more fully than he had
ever seen it in anyone before.

Steven Gresham's eyebrows dropped to their original position now as
he added some ketchup to his hot dog. "Damn," he uttered, "these
chips taste like they're molded.."

Damn, thought Danny again. He's such a bigot. I know he couldn't
take it.

Suddenly, Danny couldn't take it. He got up and went to the
restroom.

Somehow Steve had seen distress in Danny's somewhat hasty exit out
of the lunchroom, and tried to catch up. Steve had begun to become
a closer friend now, the school season about half over now, and
this was why he had come to Danny's wing of the school; to walk
with his friend. They lived in the same part of town too, about two
and a half miles apart.

Steve caught up to Daniel in the restroom. Daniel was in a stall
with a closed door, pretending to take a shit. Steve knew better.

"Yo.. Danny.."

"What?" Danny managed to say, trying not to let his slightly
degraded voice and mood show.

"Was' up? I didn't piss you off, did I man?"

"No.. no you didn't.."

"You.. wanna talk dude? I kinda feel like you're not taking a crap
for some reason.."

"You're very observant."

Danny was hurting inside. He was afraid to push Steve into the
little world that he was just now discovering. He unzipped his fly
from behind the safety of this door, yea it was still hard. He knew
that before he unzipped it, he just wanted to prove it to himself.
It was as hard right now as it had ever been.

The catch on this door worked, but it was weak. Neither Steve nor
Danny knew it, but all it took was a slight push from the other
side of it to cause it to open because the school, and in
particular this certain door latch, were very old and used. Steve
put some of his weight on the door, partly by accident, because he
was waiting on his friend to come out of the stall. But now, Danny
wasn't so sure if he could keep him as a friend. Steve had
mentioned girls..

and one in particular. Even if Danny had been straight, he thought
now, Susan Blalock might have been STEVE'S girlfriend. He didn't
know, and he almost didn't care now.

Boom! The door popped open with the weight that Steve had applied
to it. Steve slipped, fell on the floor at Danny's feet. Danny
still had not returned his penis to it's hiding place behind his
zipper.

It all happened so quickly. Danny yelled, "are you all right?"

The back of Steven's head came two feet from hitting the lid of the
commode in the stall. He had taken a direct hit to his back on the
floor, but was fine.

"Yeah dude, I'm okay," Steve said, getting up and dusting his jeans
off now. In the excitement, Danny's penis had gone down somewhat,
but he was also so upset about the fall that he had still forgotten
to zip up.

"Was.. just.. taking a leak," Danny said, fumbling for words,
turning toward the commode, straining trying to get the urine to
flow, Steve watching.

Danny managed to get a small amount to flow under the strain,
flushed and zipped back up. He wanted it to appear as natural as
possible. He suddenly realized that he wanted to try to keep this
friendship totally intact, if that were now possible.

Danny turned back around now, getting ready to walk out with his
"friend", hoping that Steve would forget all about it after that
fall. Danny's eyes suddenly flew open like window shades.

Steve had his dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. It was
long, at least it was to Danny, and right now it was hard. "You
don't like girls, do ya Danny?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I can tell. I don't.. really like them either."

"Steve, why.. do you have your dick out?"

"Calm down, Danny, it's okay. So, you're gay.. big deal! There's
nothing wrong with that! Come on, you didn't have to pee.."

"Well, not really.."

"Fine! That's not any big deal," Steve said, leading Danny back
into the "fall stall."

"Can.. I see yours again, Danny?" Steve said, leaving his dick out.

"Sure.." Danny replied, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his
nice, uncut cock.

Steve felt of it now, and it seemed to harden at just the mere
touch of Steve's hand. "Hot damn!" Steve exclaimed.

Consequently, Danny reached over and felt of Steve's dick too. It
was real hot, like Danny's had felt sometimes, and hard.

Danny suddenly lost all sense of fear. "Can.. I see the rest of
your body, Steve?"

"Sure!" Steve said, unsnapping his 501's and letting them fall to
the floor. Damn, Danny thought. It looks good. He didn't look that
much different from his own body. "But," said Steve, "now you'll
have to show me yours, too!"

"No problem!" said Danny, unsnapping his jeans and pulling down his
jockeys.

"By the way," Danny said, finding bravery where there was none
before, "where's your underwear dude?"

"At home. I never wear it.. it.. cramps me up too much. You should
try it.. it lets your body breathe better."

Breathe better? Whatever, thought Danny.

Steve felt of his own dick, while looking and feeling of Danny's.
He was jacking off right there in front of Danny! Soon, Steve came
too, and shot it all over the wall of the stall. Some fired up on
Steve's chest before he finally stopped cumming.

"My God!" Danny exclaimed.

"What? I just came, that's all!"

"I know.. it's just.. I have trouble doing that, that's all.."

"Well, get dressed, we just got fifteen minutes left to go eat. And
Danny, come on over to my house this afternoon... I'll give you a
few lessons..."

Danny was never glum again.