Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 13:01:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: uday jones <uday_jones@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing Danny (bb)

This is a completely true story about a sexual encounter between two male
adolescents.  All the names of humans have been changed, but the times and
places are correct.  If you like it, let me hear from you at
Uday_Jones@yahoo.com.

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Just like usual, my dad made me a peanut butter sandwich and had put an
apple and a Little Debbie snack cake in my lunch bag.  It's the early
1970's and I almost never buy my lunch or eat in the Lyman High School
cafeteria.  Not that my family is poor or anything, Mom just says its just
wasting money to buy lunch when they can make my lunch cheaper.  Hi, my
name's Tommy.  I'm 15 and a sophomore.

This is my first year at Lyman.  Actually, its everyone's first year since
the school is brand new, finished just in time for the school year to
begin.  Lyman is in Longwood, a suburb of Orlando, and all the kids from
the south end of the Seminole County come here.  But its already
overcrowded, there's another 2400 other kids coming here to school with me
everyday.  Maybe part of the reason is that the school district changed
this year from having junior high schools to having middle schools.  But at
least for me that means I'm not the lowest form of scum at this school;
there are zillions of 9th graders here to take that honor.  Alright, not
zillions, but there sure are bunches of people here that I've never seen
before.  I had no idea this many kids even lived around here.  And this
makes my classes very packed, the hallways jammed and the bathrooms always
occupied.  That last thing's the worst 'cause it makes it tough to do a
quick wank when I need it.

You see, wanking is very important to me.  I didn't start jacking off until
I was 13 and I didn't shoot anything but watery crud until I was almost 14.
My prick was tiny then, nowhere close to 4 inches when I shot my first real
wad.  And now its only 4-1/2 inches at its hardest, the same as most of the
other kids I see in the locker room when they're soft.  But getting back to
jacking, I love doing it and I like to do it at weird times and in unusual
places.  Sometimes I think about naked girls when I do it but I find myself
thinking about my friend's dicks pretty often, too.

The thing is that I know I'm different than any of my friends.  Not just a
little different, but different enough to make me an oddball and an outcast
if any of them knew about me.  See, I like to suck dicks.  But I'm too
scared to try it with any of my friends.  The last time I tried that was in
Boy Scouts and what few friends I had there soon disowned me.  They'd still
let me suck them off, but that was the extent of any kind of relationship
we shared.  But I quit scouts a year ago and now that I'm in high school I
don't see any of those guys much anymore and when I do they ignore me.

So now when I wank either I think about some girl I'd like to fuck or some
boy I'd like to suck.  But still being a virgin in the girl department and
hearing how some of my friends talk about their exploits I'm beginning to
figure out how little I really know about girls.  I've seen pictures of
pussy in Playboy and Hustler and they're certainly interesting, but with
dicks I know from first hand experience what feels good.  And its kinda fun
watching boys get turned on from what I'm gonna do to them and hearing them
breathe hard and watching their faces and bellies contort as they get ready
to spew in my mouth.  Its almost like I have them under a magic spell when
I kneel in front of them and suck their pricks.  But like I said, I
wouldn't dare come on to any of my friends and try and suck them.  I'm
convinced they'd stop being friends if I did that.  So now its almost like
I'm two different people: the normal guy with normal friends and the dick
sucker with a whole different set of acquaintances -- and the two sets
never meet or even know about each other.

So that brings me to today.  Its Tuesday and its lunch period.  I ate my
lunch in only 10 minutes with Eric, one of my cuter friends, and I've got
another 30 minutes before my next class.  I'm feeling pretty horny and
seeing Eric's bulge between his legs didn't help.  So I want to go
someplace and wank, but where?  The bathrooms most probably are crowded
with smokers.  I guess I could just wait and do it in English class like I
did yesterday, rubbing my prick with my hand in my pocket.  No, I'm too
horny to wait that long.  So I decide to go sit in the hallway to my
English class and do it sitting on the floor outside the classroom door.  I
excuse myself from Eric, toss my trash and as I walk to my destination I
can feel my cock getting stiff.  My class is on the second floor of the
round "A" building, so I go through the entry door, up the stairs and open
the fire door to the hallway.  I walk a few feet down the curved hallway
and sit down on the carpet with my back against the wall and my books to my
side.  I use my fingers to maneuver my cock so I can scratch it through my
jeans and feel it on that sensitive spot.  The nail on my index finger gets
to work and I'm enjoying the feeling I'm getting.

I'm getting close now and then suddenly; the stairway fire door opens and
in walks another kid.  My hand instinctively jumps away.  The kid sits at
the end of the hall next to the fire door and begins to read one of his
books.  He's as tall as I am, but he has a younger appearance.  I look at
the book he's reading and it's a 9th grade science text.  Slowly I move my
hand down to my still hard prick and bend my right leg so it won't be too
obvious what I'm doing.  With the thrill of having him not even 10 feet
away I clandestinely resume scratching.  In less than a minute I can feel
the warm ooze shoot out and not long after I can smell the distinct aroma
of fresh cum.

The next day for lunch I skip the cafeteria and go directly to my jackoff
spot in hopes of seeing the kid again.  I eat my sandwich and sure enough,
the door opens and in he walks to sit in the same spot as he did yesterday.
This time I start some small talk with the redheaded and freckle-nosed boy
and he talks back while he tries to read his book.  I lift my leg and start
to scratch myself to orgasm all the while chatting with him about useless
crap.

On Thursday at lunchtime Danny and I assume our spots in the hallway.  This
was the third day and I had been considering how and when I could come on
to him and maybe get him to jack off with me or maybe even blow him.  I
rationalize that he's not a real friend and that I've got nothing to lose.
It's been a whole year since I last tasted a boy's cock and seeing the
flaccid ones of my classmates in the gym locker room just is not enough.
Besides, the guys I get to see naked there are just too hairy and their
dongs look big enough to choke me.  But Danny is 14 and I've imagined that
he's probably smaller than my 4-1/2 inches with just a frosting of pubes
around his pole.

As we sit on the floor a few feet from each other I can feel my heart beat
fast and my breath is short.  I have to clear my throat and then in a quiet
voice I ask "Hey Danny, guess what I did the last two days while you sat
there."  He's reading his science book again and looks up.  "What's that?"
he says.  "No, you gotta guess," I challenge him.  A little smile forms on
his face and he looks like he's thinking.  "You farted," he ventures.
"Nope.  A little higher up."  He thinks again and says, "You took a nap."
My face tells him I don't think he trying, "No, idiot, you know I've not
slept and besides you sleep in your head and that's too far up."  "Then I
give up," he finally admits.  I look him squarely in the eye and whisper,
"I've jacked off."  "You have not!  I've been right here and I haven't seen
ya."  I lower my right knee and continue scratching my hard prick to show
Danny how I'd done it.  "No shit?  You really cum in your pants?"  I nod my
head as I force my hand away from my building orgasm.  "Haven't you?" I ask
him with genuine curiosity.  "Hell no!  Then I'd have to walk around with
that shit in my pants and what if it leaked out?  How'd I explain that?"  I
glance down between his legs and I see the lump of his stiff penis
straining against his jeans.

"You wanna do it with me?" I ask meekly as I glance at my watch, "We've got
another half an hour before class."  "No way," he answers, "It's gross to
shoot in your pants."  I take a deep breath and say, "Is it gross to shoot
in someone's mouth?"  Danny's eyes grow wide and with a smile says, "If I'm
the one doin' the shootin' I guess it would be OK."  I scoot my legs around
and start to get up, "Leave your books and come with me."  He hesitates for
a moment and then starts to get to his feet.  I go out the fire door next
to us and Danny is right behind me.

The door is on a landing at the top of the stairs and can't be seen if
someone comes in the door on the ground floor until they're most of the way
up.  I gently push Danny against the wall behind the second story door and
tell him to watch for anyone through the little window in the thick wood
door.  But his eyes are fixed on my face and they follow me as I kneel in
front of him.  They watch as my fingers find the tab of his zipper.  "Oh,
shit," he quietly mutters as his zipper reaches bottom.  I reach in and try
to loose his still hard dick from its confines but I can't seem to free it.
His right hand quickly remedies that problem and a moment later I'm staring
at his erect sex organ.

At that moment all I can think is how sheltered my previous encounters must
have been.  Inches in front of my face I see over half a foot of perfectly
straight rock hard circumcised blemish free cock.  Now it's my turn to
mutter an "Oh shit."  The last 14- year-old dick I saw hard was a year ago
and wasn't any bigger than mine is now.  But Danny's was enormous.  Somehow
it never dawned on me that a kid a whole year younger would have a rod so
much huger than mine.  But there it is and now I'm obligated to do as I
promised.  At least Danny's boner isn't any bigger in diameter than the
last kid I'd sucked.

I open my mouth and let some of my hot breath warm his rod.  My lips began
to kiss the tip of his head and my fingers first rest in the bend behind
his knees.  I move my hands up to his thighs; my mouth opens wider and
accepts most all his pole into my throat.  My nose is buried in his red
pubic hair and I smell his musky boyish aroma.  I glance up and see his
eyes closed and his mouth parted slightly.  As my tongue swirls on the
underside of his dick my ears hear him breathing faster and detect his
little grunts.  After another minute his hands rest on my head and only a
moment later hold me into his crotch as he fills my mouth with a load of
sweet warm boy cum.  I look up again and see that post- orgasmic look of
satisfaction in his eyes.  I kiss his prick one last time before I stand,
his sperm now in my tummy.  I wipe the moisture from around my mouth with
the back of my arm and Danny looks at me as though I have the answer to
drying his tool.  Somehow I feel responsible to clean him up and lean over
and let him use my sleeve to wipe away my saliva.

A few seconds later, we again are sitting on the hallway floor, next to our
books.  An odd silence seemed to develop that finally broke when Danny
says, "That was cool."  I nod my head in agreement but my mind is thinking,
"Next time I've gotta find a smaller one."