Date: Fri, 24 May 2013 18:12:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Denny

     The following story is purely fiction, written for the fun of doing
so...based on a composite of several individuals I have known...and
incidents that I have enjoyed during my life.  The comments I have received
have been very positive for former stories ...except for one...where the
individual refused to go any further than a couple of paragraphs because of
grammatical error.  It is his loss of course.  People who write and read
gay stories are not interested in grammar...they are interested in sexual
stimulation.  If you enjoy gay fiction...I hope you enjoy DENNY.


				   DENNY
				    By
			     Ben Ezra Jacobson


     Denny was my neighbor.  He lived across the alley from me and a couple
houses to the east.  Our mothers worked together at a local garment
manufacturing company and we were friends with everyone on the block.  I
was seventeen and had just graduated from High School that summer.  Our
house was painted a horrible shade of pink called corral which was very
popular in the late 1950's.  We decided we would wash the house down and
paint it white.  That became my summer job.  I can remember climbing the
extension ladder with garden hose and a large bristle brush and tending to
the task.  First, the surface was sprayed with a strong household detergent
and then scrubbed and finally rinsed with water from the outside tap.  It
seemed like a never ending task.  Finally after a few days, the house was
pronounced clean by my parents and we went to the paint store and picked
out a quantity of oil base primer and then an equal portion of flat
 oil base house paint.  Latex paint was a new commodity and my parents were
not sure that it would hold up on an older home like ours.

     My parents never approached the subject of remuneration for any task
assigned.  As part of the family, it was expect that we would contribute
what we could to the benefit of all of us.  So the task of painting the
house became my lot...and it was estimated that it would take several weeks
considering the size of the project.  Before the painting could
commence...all the storm windows had to be removed, windows with cracked or
missing putty had to be repaired...and then the priming began.  I had
helped my dad over the years with other projects, so painting the house was
not an unreasonable project that I could not do.  So the task began.

     It was a hot summer with a lot of rain.  This project which should
have taken only a couple of weeks ended up taking over a month.  Oil paint,
unlike latex which came later...required a dry surface.  Once the rain
stopped...some drying time was then necessary.  This was when under hangs
and porch ceilings were done.

        On Friday night, after painting all day, I would set my tent up in
the back yard and sleep outside because of the heat.  The tent was a lot
cooler than was the inside of our house.  A friend would often come over
and sleep out with me and we would listen to the radio and talk into the
early hours of the morning.  Sometimes we would strip off naked and play
with each other.  We would stimulate one another...one at a time...to
prolong the intensity of the feelings.  My friend was Freddie...an athletic
kid with a wonderful sense of humor and a cheerful personality.  He found
humor in everything.  He would get up on his hands and knees and bend his
chest down to the sleeping bag on the floor...and I would feel his balls
and cock and get him right to the edge of ejaculating and then back off.
We did not know the term "edging" in those days...but that was precisely
what we were doing to each other.  After a couple of hours
 of slow and sensual play...we would jack each other off.  We both shot
such big loads in those days.

     Freddie mentioned to our mutual friend Denny that he had spent the
night and we had slept in the tent, that we had ordered pizza from a mom
and pop Italian Pizza Place called JOE'S...listen to the radio and stayed
up half the night.  Denny was two years younger than me, but as tall as I
was, and he out weighed me by at least twenty pounds.  He was muscular and
athletic and I was just a skinny kid with very poor muscle tone...except,
my balls were huge for a kid my age.

     My mom came home from work one evening and told me that Denny's mom
had mentioned that he would like to camp out in the back yard with me
sometime.  His family camped quite a bit in the summer...but he wanted to
sleep out in the tent with me because he thought it would be cool to hang
out with an older guy.  He even told his mother that he would help me paint
the house if I wanted him to.  My parents did not like the idea of letting
him help with the painting...that was my responsibility...but they
suggested that I invite the kid to sleep over one night to get him off his
parents back about it.  Denny was a nice kid, just kind of quiet.  For
fifteen years of age, he had a nice face and a swimmers build.  His hair
was dark brown and combed to the side in a well groomed manner.  He was
polite, but quiet...and I wondered what we could possibly talk about to
keep him amused and me awake.  Never the less, I agreed.

     The tent was up in the fenced back yard...and Denny was to arrive
about 7:00 PM.  My parents had already agreed to my using the car to go to
Joe's Pizza for a large sausage and cheese...and they had provided Pepsi
for the occasion.  Denny's folks walked him over to our house and visited
with my family for nearly an hour and then returned to their home.  When my
parents went into the house, we were left to enjoy the pizza and Pepsi's at
the picnic table in the back yard.  Next to the table was an exterior gas
light that was popular in those days...so even though the sky began to
darken...the table was well lit...and becoming more inhabited by night
insects that are drawn to the light.  Finally as darkness overtook the
yard, we adjourned to the tent...which was just big enough for two.

     We spread our sleeping bags out on the floor and turned out the
flashlight so our eyes could adjust to the darkness with just a trace of
the gas light casting a glow at the end of the tent.  I took off my jeans
and shirt and folded them and then placed them under my pillow...sitting on
my sleeping bag in my briefs and tee shirt.  Denny did the same but was not
wearing a tee shirt.  He sat on his sleeping bag in just briefs.  His body
was more sculptured than mine because of his interest in sports activities.
We sat and talked for about thirty minutes about the school year that we
had just finished and then stretched out on our sleeping bags to wait for
sleep to overtake us.  Denny seemed to enjoy the conversation and the
association with me because I was older.  I would be starting college next
fall...and to him, I seemed like a mature adult.  Our conversation dwindled
until Denny was asleep and breathing softly next to me.  I
 looked at him. He looked like he was as old as I was and yet he was two
years younger.  He seemed so mature for fifteen.  His face was handsome,
his shoulders broad and his chest and abs well defined.  I would guess his
weight at about 150 pounds.  I was five foot nine and he was as tall as I
was.  His hands were soft.  Since he was asleep and not likely to pull away
from me...I took his hand in mine and felt the softness.  His arms and
chest were hairy as was his legs.  Where I wore a size eight shoe...his
feet were longer and I would guess that he wore about a size ten.  His
bulge in his briefs seemed larger than mine which always amazed me that
some young guys have such big feet and big dicks.  Checking again to be
sure that he was soundly asleep, I reached over and touched his bulge.  He
never flinched.  I took my palm and run it over the bulge from the base to
the top.  As I did so...his penis began to shift...first to
 the right and then to the left as it was trying to find more room in his
briefs.  I pulled my hand back quickly and checked his face...which was
still calm and asleep.  I returned my hand to his groin and ran my fingers
over the outline in his underwear of his cock and then cupped his balls.
He shifted his weight to his back with his leg closest to the tent wall
bent at the knee.  This gave me full range to feel all of his hardware.  I
ran my hand down the bottom seam of his balls and touched his rectum
quickly and then back up...across the scrotum to his penis.  It was laying
fully extended to the top of his elastic band in his briefs.  It could not
have gotten any longer nor harder.  Taking my hand, I reached around his
shaft and felt the great thickness of it.  It throbbed and felt good in my
hand.

      As I continued to play with him and checking his face for any sign of
awareness...as I manipulated his genitals, he began to shift his weight and
respond to my touch.  As I ran my hand down his shaft on the outside of his
underwear, he would flex upward just a little which told me that he was
enjoying the sensation.

     I wondered about pulling his briefs down and exposing his hard shaft.
If he woke up, would he be angry with me for violating him.  It was hard to
know what to do...but he was definitely responding to my touch through the
fabric.  It seemed like it was worth the risk...so very carefully, I
reached under his elastic band and took his penis in my hand.  It was huge
and warm...and it felt good.  It was about the biggest dick I had ever
handled.  As I manipulated it...it pulsated in my hand...as if it wanted to
grow bigger if it could.  I ran my hand over his balls...and he began to
whimper.  He was enjoying the touch.  All of a sudden, he rolled toward me
on his left side giving me full access to it.  Several times, I wondered
how I would explain it if he suddenly ejaculated.  He seemed to be getting
closer.  It seemed too risky to chance...so I slowly withdrew my hand and
pulled his briefs back up until his erection was
 covered.  With my hand back on my side of the tent...I wanted to just
reach out and embrace him for all he was worth...but I dare not.

    As I lay there...he made a few small movements and then opened his eyes
and looking at me...in the darkness I could see white teeth smiling.

     "Why did you quit...it was feeling so good," he whispered.

     "You knew what I was doing and said nothing," I asked?

     " I did not want you to quit.  If I opened my eyes or said
anything...I was afraid that I would scare you off," he responded.

     "Well, if you were enjoying it so much," I said, "why don't you take
your under pants completely off and let me have better access."
      He rolled over on his back, raised his buttocks off the sleeping bag
and pulled his briefs completely off.  Now he was laying next to me
completely naked.  I continued to play with him and he was getting hot.

     "Denny, roll over on your stomach and let me rub your back," I said.

      He rolled over to expose a nice hairy ass.  I rubbed his shoulders
and his back and then ran my hand over his butt.  He moaned and told me
that it felt good.  I had a little container of lotion for sun burn and
took a dab and squeezed it onto the tip of my index finger and placed it on
his sphincter and rubbed it around.  He moaned in delight.

     "Denny, get up on your hands and knees and then bend your chest down
to the pillow," I instructed him.  He did so and I massaged his ass hole
with out penetrating him.  I had not yet learned how good that could feel.
Denny moaned and gyrated.  I teased his balls hanging down with the tips of
my fingers and stroked his cock.  When his knees got tired...he laid down
flat on his stomach and I crawled over top and put the head of my dick on
his sphincter..and pressed against it but not hard enough to go in.  He
loved it.

     After about five minutes...we trade places and he did to me...all that
I had done to him.  I had not experienced yet, the joy of sucking cock...so
we just slapped, tickled and teased for several hours...getting each close
to the edge and then backing off.

      I wanted to lay close and hold him...and I was surprised when he let
me do that...and he in turn held me close to him...but we did not kiss, nor
suck, nor penetrate...just slow and sensual touching.  Near mid
night...with him up on his hands and knees and with one of my hands
massaging his balls and the other stroking his cock...he ejaculated.  The
sensation was prolonged...and as he was shooting load after load..he was
saying... "don't stop."  It only lasted seconds but it seemed like long
minutes.  He was gyrating and enjoying the orgasm to the maximum.  Then he
returned the favor and slowly jacked me off.  As teenagers our climaxes
seemed to last forever.

     Afterwards, we scooted to the middle and throwing a sheet over
us...snuggled as close as we could get for the rest of the night.  When day
light came the next morning...we did an abbreviated version of the night
before and after ejaculating again...we cleaned ourselves up and put our
underwear back on...lest either of our parents should peer into the tent to
see if we were awake.  We continued to play with each other for two more
summers.

     One night, laying head to toe and toe to head, in a sixty nine
position...I went down on his stiff dick to suck him.  He pulled away
quickly.  I had gone too far.  That was the end of our sexual pleasure
together.  We remained friends until his family finally moved to a near by
state.  He finally stopped communicating.  I missed him for a long time.  I
knew that my fun days with Denny were now gone, forever.