Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 15:39:26 -0000
From: gryffindor house <gryffindorh@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Going Down on Donny-10"

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males
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Going Down on Donny-10

By Daniel

On Saturday afternoon I headed over to Donny's place to give him
the term paper I promised. Donny was going to be very pleased
that I came through for him, I thought, saving his ass from a big fat
F and mandatory summer school. I couldn't wait to see the grin on
his face when I gave it to him.

I walked my bike down the Cooper's driveway and chained it
around one of the Egyptian palms that marked the property line. I
could hear noises above the rustling of palm fronds, the sounds of
teenage boys whooping it up.

The laughter and shouting led me to the backyard where I saw
Donny jump into the deep end of a kidney-shaped pool. His legs
splayed in a skater-style pose as he glided through the air, caught a
football thrown slightly behind him, and plunged underwater. Then
he bobbed to the surface and tossed the ball to his brother Brad,
who was standing in water up to his bellybutton at the shallow end.

Donny hoisted himself onto the redwood deck, giving me a good
view of his new swim gear. The neon blue swimming trunks he
wore were the coolest. They hung loosely on his narrow hips,
riding indecently low. The drawstrings dangled untied in front.
Only the curve of his tight butt kept those wet trunks from slipping
right down to his ankles. Donny looked too sexy, in a Malibu
surfer dude sort of way.

"Yo," said Donny when he saw me gawking at him. He picked at
the front of his dripping trunks as he walked toward me. They
stuck to his crotch like neon blue cling-wrap.

"Got your term paper right here," I said. I unstrapped my backpack
from around my shoulders and pulled it out.

"What?" asked Donny. His creased forehead told me he'd forgotten
all about his ticket out of summer school.

Typical Donny, schoolwork was not high on his priority list. Why
bother? He could get me to do just about anything by dangling his
dick in front of my face. He got the term paper and I got to suck
his dick. That was the deal, anyway.

"I'd still be a sophomore next year if you weren't so queer for my
dick," said Donny.

He flipped dark brown bangs out of his eyes and a few drops of
water went flying. Not bothering to towel off, he stood there wet
and sexy with goosebumps on his brown skin although it was hot
that day. He told me to hurry up and put my stuff away so we
could go swimming.

"Go ahead without me," I said. "I didn't bring my suit."

"You don't need no suit. Wear your underwear."

"I can't just parade around your backyard in my underwear. What
about your parents?"

"They took Randy to a swim meet and they won't be back 'til
tomorrow." Randy is Donny's little brother.

"Do you have extra trunks I could borrow?"

"Sorry, dude, but I don't like the idea of your Free Willy rubbing
on my trunks. It's like sharing your underwear with another dude.
Besides, you won't be the only one in your underwear." He nodded
toward the pool.

I looked over at Brad. He was padding toward us, juggling the
football in his huge hands.

The sight of the muscular fratboy filled me with nervous
excitement. His Joe Boxers, not the same pair he wore when I gave
him the blowjobs, clung to his beefy body. I must have had a
momentary brain cramp staring at him, but Donny's voice jarred
me back to reality.

"Did you hear me, Billy? Don't be a wuss--just wear your
underwear."

"I guess I could do that," I mumbled.

Brad toweled himself off next to his brother. His fly was wide
open and I could see the root of his awesome cock. The massive
meat pipe of a shaft formed a ridge down his thigh, loosely gripped
by his water-soaked boxers.

"You're here to suck off Donny, aren't you?" asked Brad. He slung
his arm over his brother's shoulder. With his free hand he played
with his fly. I thought his dick was going to flop out.

"Um," I began dumbly, distracted by Brad's fly and its contents.

Donny explained, "I told college boy here about our deal. Now he
wants you to suck his dick, too."

"Yeah," said Brad. "If you're gonna suck Donny's cock you better
suck mine, too."

Donny assured Brad that I'd take care of his needs, but he wanted
to go swimming before things got hot and heavy. That seemed to
satisfy Brad's concerns.

"Okay," said Brad, "but I'm not going to forget about my blowjob."

Once it was decided that we were going swimming, there was
nothing left for me to do except strip down to my underwear.
Instead of waiting for me in the pool, the two brothers stood there
and watched while I undressed. I pulled down my shorts and
remembered that I was wearing my new briefs only when I saw the
silky material. Feeling my face flush hot and red, I pulled my
shorts down around my ankles and pointed my butt at Brad and
Donny so they wouldn't see the hard-on I got from staring at Brad's
package.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" asked Brad. Both brothers were
laughing.

"They're briefs," I said. My voice cracked, totally defeating my
attempt to sound cool and relaxed.

"They're working up your crack, dude," said Donny.

"That's because I was riding my bike," I said defensively. I tried to
stretch the silky seat over my exposed butt cheeks.

Brad made fun of my underwear, which kind of pissed me off
because lots of guys wear bikini briefs, but I let him have his cheap
laughs at my expense--for the sake of Donny. After all, I wasn't
about to leave in a huff until I got inside those neon blue
swimming trunks.

While Brad was being a wiseass, Donny didn't say much. He
laughed at his brother's jokes, but you could tell he didn't really
think they were funny. He kept those penetrating green eyes of his
glued on me, looking me up and down in a way that frazzled me. It
turns out that Donny was checking me out but, clueless me, I didn't
figure that out until later. I thought he was just tripping or
something.

"Billy's got a hard-on," Brad pointed out on our way to the pool.

A few months ago puberty finally kicked in. Besides new sprouts
of pubic hair and the welcome growth of my dick to a respectable
size, I totally lost control over my erections. Not that I wasn't
throwing hard-ons before my growth spurt, only now that my dick
is bigger they are more noticeable. I now wear baggy pants in
public and jerk off so often my palm has calluses.

Flanked by the Cooper brothers on the way to the pool, I was at the
mercy of my raging hormones and the nearly naked boys rubbing
shoulders with me. My dick, unjerked for two days and packaged
in its silky pouch, was stiff and aching for attention. To make
matters worse, as soon as Brad jumped in the pool, Donny patted
my ass and stroked the seat of my underpants for several beats of
my heart.

"Not bad," Donny said and dove in after his brother. It was harsh.

The three of us goofed off in the pool for about an hour, then we
sunned ourselves on the deck. Donny lay flat on his back next to
me, his stomach heaving with each breath he took. With his eyes
closed I examined the sparse brown hairs of his wannabe mustache
above this full, cherry red lips. His breathing grew deeper and his
nostrils flared as he dozed. Gone was the streetwise scowl he often
wore like a mask. Donny looked mature for his age, but in sleep
there were still traces of childlike innocence.

The warm breeze and the afternoon sun dried us out in no time.
Brad talked me into putting suntan lotion on him while Donny
went to the kitchen for beer. I squirted the lotion down Brad's spine
and smeared his sun-browned body with the stuff.

"Do the front now," Brad commanded, flopping onto his back. I
coated every inch of his smooth torso, admiring his ripped abs and
buff chest. When he flexed his muscles, the lotion brought out all
the contours.

"Check out my pipes," Brad said, pumping up his biceps. "Go
ahead, feel 'em."

"You're such a stud," I said, feeling his bulging arm muscles.

Brad sighed in agreement and checked himself out. Satisfied with
his bod, he kicked back on the lounger and soaked up the
California sun. You could tell he was proud of his body.

I rubbed his legs with the coconut-scented lotion, working up to his
boxers.

"Higher," he said. My fingers inched under his boxers and I saw
the mound of his crotch stir.

"You wanna feel it?" asked Brad.

"Yeah."

"Put your hand on it. Go ahead, feel it through by shorts."

I put my hand on his crotch. I was warm to the touch and he was
semi-hard. I wanted to pull it out and wrap my lips around it.

"It's so big," I said.

"You should be used to it by now."

I could feel him watching me while I fingered the shaft of his
monster cock through damp underwear. I squeezed the mound,
feeling the hardness of his cock, the power and stiffness. It shifted
and throbbed in my grasp. My head inched closer to his crotch.

"Did you feel that?" asked Brad, proud of his rock hard cock.

"Yeah, Brad. I could feel it twitch. You're real stiff." I swallowed
hard and continued. "Do you want me to pull it out?" With my free
hand I rubbed the boner in my underpants.

"Dude, you can't wait to wrap your lips around my dick, can you?"

"Let me suck it, Brad," I blurted out. I was sweating. I was
painfully hard.

At that moment the screen door slammed. I snapped to attention
and jerked my hand away from Brad's crotch. It was just a reflex--
when Donny walked up to us with a six-pack in hand and fresh
towels tucked under his arm, he just laughed and asked me why I
was so jumpy. He tossed Brad a beer.

"Billy wants to suck me off," said Brad, "but I think I'll mellow out
with a cold one before he does me."

Donny shrugged and looked at me. "Come on, Billy," he said. "I'll
teach you how to dive while Brad sucks down his brew."

"Don't take all day," said Brad. "Billy's got some work to do."

Donny glanced down at my crotch as he herded me toward the
diving board. "You still have a hard-on?" My dick tent poled my
skimpy underpants. Thanks a lot Brad, I thought.

On the diving board, I stood at the edge with my toes curled over
the side. Donny was right behind me, showing me the way you're
supposed to stand, positioning my arms and feet. He kept bumping
into me.

"Your ass looks really hot in that underwear," he whispered. He
loomed behind me. His breath blew hot on my ear. His hands
gripped my hips.

I felt a little dizzy. Maybe it was from standing on the diving
board, or maybe it was the heat of the day or the closeness of
Donny holding me from behind. His hands glided along the curves
of my butt, lightly stroking my underpants.

"Have you ever thought about it?" His voice was low and smooth.

"What?"

"You know." His finger slid up and down my butt crack, lingering
at my hole. "Have you ever thought about letting a guy fuck you?"
He wormed his finger deeper, teasing my hole.

I nodded. "Yes." I thought about the nights I played with my ass,
rimming my hole. One night I even worked a finger in my hole and
pretended it was Donny inside.

Donny pressed against me and his bone-hard cock nestled in my
ass crack. It was driving me wild. "Can you feel me?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"You got me all hot with that cute ass of yours and those fuck-me
underpants." His hands started roaming, fondling my ass.

"I'm pretty horny too." I pushed back, grinding my butt into
Donny's stiff cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I whispered desperately.

Donny's hands inched close to my groin, brushing the silk pouch
that contained my boner. "It might hurt." More of a prediction than
a warning.

"I don't care. I want to feel you inside me."

"You're a total slut, you know that?" Brad's hot breath moistened
my neck. He pressed his dick against my crack and glided up and
down.

"Let's go into your bedroom before you make me cum in my
underpants," I moaned. The dry humping was driving me crazy.

"I wanna fuck you in front of Brad." That stopped me cold.

"In front of Brad?" I asked, straightening up. I peeked over at
Brad. He was staring at us and he had a smirk on his face.

"He already knows I want to fuck you," said Donny.

"I don't know about this," I said, suddenly unsure about what I was
getting myself into. I tried to wiggle free, but he had his arms
wrapped snugly around me.

"Don't get all bent outta shape," Donny cooed, nibbling my ear and
pulling my body tightly against his. "I want him to watch me stick
every inch of my cock up your sweet ass. What's so bad about
that?"

"But..."

"I'm gonna dick you until you scream, and then you'll beg for
more."

I was hooked. Sure, I protested weakly, but Donny sweet-talked
me into it. I couldn't believe I agreed to get fucked by Donny in
front of his brother, but I did. He steered me over to the chaise
lounge next to Brad, who was grinning and rubbing his crotch.

"Billy wants it," said Donny. "I told you he'd let me."

Donny and Brad must have talked about humping me before I got
there. That kind of freaked me out. Now I felt like a total slut for
agreeing to take it up the rear in front of Brad.

"Cool," said Brad. "But I still want my blowjob."

"Don't worry, bro'," said Donny. "He can suck you off while I fuck
him."

Donny unrolled a beach towel he'd brought out with the beers and
a tube of KY Jelly tumbled out, proving he'd planned ahead, totally
expected me to spread my legs for him when he asked. He picked
up the tube and tossed it to me, then laid out the towel on the
lounger.

"Take off those panties and lube your butt hole," he said.

I took off my underpants and my dick slapped against my stomach.
I was going to get fucked by Donny and I was rock hard. I crawled
onto the lounger and lubed up my butt hole. I poked my finger
inside, shamelessly priming myself for Donny's cock while the
teenage brothers stood by and watched.

I got down on all fours. Donny got in front of me. He pushed his
trunks down around his ankles and aimed his dick at me.

"Lube it up," said Donny. Get it nice and slick." Without
hesitating, I leaned forward and took Donny's cock in my mouth,
sucking it eagerly.

"Not with your mouth," said Donny. He pushed my head back and
his cock flopped out of my mouth. "Use the lube."

Brad laughed at my mistake. "What a dumb faggot."

Embarrassed and flustered, I squirted the clear goop on Donny's
dick, but some of it overshot and splattered on the redwood
decking.

"Look at him," said Brad. "He's squirtin' that shit all over the place.
Nervous as a virgin on her honeymoon."

I managed to coat all seven inches of Donny's dick, staring at the
cock that would soon plug my hole. It was bigger than my bony
finger and I wondered if it would hurt.

"Get it nice and greasy," said Brad. "It won't hurt as bad when my
brother fucks you."

Donny got behind me. He wanted to do me doggie-style. I spread
my legs and felt a breeze when my hole opened up.

"Look at that hole pucker," said Brad. "He can't wait to get his ass
boned."

Brad was right--I wanted it bad and Donny didn't keep me waiting.
He pawed my hips, teased the hole with his dick head, and pushed
forward. The mushroom head of his dick stretched my hole and he
pulled out.

"Relax and pretend you're trying to fart," said Donny.

He mounted me again and this time his dick slid about half way in.
My ass ring stretched like a rubber band. It burned at first, but then
the pain eased up. For several minutes he probed gently and
opened me up. All of a sudden it felt SOOO good. Donny found
exactly the right button and pushed it with his dick head. My finger
never felt like THAT. My insides were filled up with Donny's
meaty cock and I was loving it.

While Donny mounted me, his older brother got in front of me,
playing with his dick and teasing me with it. His cock dangled
lewdly out of the fly of his Joe Boxers, inches from my mouth. The
massive club hung thick and swollen, more than eight inches of
college boy cock waiting to be sucked.

I opened my mouth and Brad's cock brushed against my lips.

"Do you want this cock, faggot?" he asked.

I tried to answer just as Donny rammed his cock deep inside me.
"Umph. Yes. Ooph," I managed to grunt as Donny thumped my
ass.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Brad. Let me suck your, umph, cock."

Brad slapped his dick against my cheeks and smeared precum on
my lips. I groped for his cock just as Donny slammed me again. I
could only get the head into my mouth. I licked the head and
frenched it, savoring the taste of dried cum coating the helmet.
Must have jerked off this morning, I thought.

Brad slid his cock down my throat. "Is that what you wanted,
cocksucker?"

Somehow, Donny's dick up my chute gave me an intense desire to
swallow all of Brad's cock. I impaled myself on it, wanted to feel
the throbbing meat stuff my throat.

"That's it," said Donny. "Suck my brother's cock while I fuck you."

Donny spread my butt cheeks and plugged my hole. The pounding
caused my dick to ding-dong between my thighs.

"That's my bro'," said Brad. "Fuck that ass."

I massaged the purple head of Brad's cock with puffy lips. Every
time Donny thrust forward my ass and mouth got stuffed with dick.

"What a cocksucker," said Brad. "He's jacking me off with his
tongue. How's he doing at your end?"

"He's tight, man," said Donny. "His hole feels better than a pussy."

My tongue roamed over Brad's sperm-filled sac. "He likes my
balls, man."

Donny said he wanted to see the look on my face while he fucked
me, so he turned me flat on my back with his cock still up my butt.
Now my legs braced against Donny's shoulders and my head hung
over the lounger. In the new position his balls slapped against my
upturned ass as he screwed me.

While turning over, Brad's cock slid out of my mouth and hung
wet and rubbery above me with the redness of a cock that had been
well sucked. Brad stroked his bloated dick and planted it back in
my open mouth.

"Damn," said Brad, "I can hear your balls slapping against his ass.
He likes it, dude. He's sucking my dick like there's no tomorrow."

Donny fucked me hard and fast. He boned me until I wanted to
scream, but I couldn't because of Brad's cock stuffing my face. The
constant pounding made my stiff dick smack against my stomach.
Between thrusts, Donny slapped my butt cheeks, causing my
insides to contract around his dick.

"That's it, Billy," said Donny. "Clamp your ass lips around my
dick." Donny liked the way his dick felt when he smacked me. He
said it felt like I was trying to swallow it with my asshole. He
pulled all the way out of me and plunged back in, driving his shaft
through me until I could feel his short hairs. Again and again he
speared me, urging me to take it with ass smacks.

While Donny fucked me relentlessly, I kept Brad satisfied by
taking the length of his cock down my throat until it was primed to
shoot. He stroked the shaft while I tongued the head, then he slid it
back down my throat. Between thrusts, he rested his balls on my
forehead.

"Get ready," said Brad. "I'm about to give you a mouthful of cum."

Brad drove this cock down my throat in one final thrust and I
struggled to take it all. I fondled his balls, wanting his cum. His
cock stiffened in my mouth and I could feel the sperm erupting
through the shaft.

"Swallow it, cocksucker," Brad yelled, pulling back in time to fill
my mouth with fratboy cum. He slid all the way out of my mouth.
His spent cock dangled out of his boxers, swollen and sucked dry.

The taste of Brad's cum, the relentless buttfucking. My toes curled
and my dick spasmed. I was about to gush.

"Oh, Donny. Fuck my, umph, ass." With every thrust, his dick
head rubbed that spot deep inside me. "You're gonna make me
shoot." His brother's cum leaked out the corner of my mouth.

"Do it," said Donny, his face pinched together as he screwed me.
"Show me how much you like my cock up your ass."

My butt muscles squeezed around Donny's dick bone. I couldn't
hold back. I touched my dick and it squirted onto my heaving
stomach. The next jab of Donny's cock made me squirt again.

"Oh, fuck," yelled Donny. "I'm gonna cum." He buried his dick up
my butt hole an leaned over me, his eyes closed and his lips parted,
sucking air in rhythm with his hip thrusts. I could feel his fingers
dig into my ass as his dick spit inside me, depositing a warm load.
He reared back and his dick plopped out of my ass. He shot
another wad. Warm cum splattered on my crotch and stomach.
Cum leaked out of my ass crack. He milked the last drops from his
cockhead by tapping on my buns.

Afterward

I still think about that afternoon with the Cooper brothers, even
though it happened months and months ago. For a guy my age,
that's a long time ago.

Summer League is going to start and I'm totally stoked. I'm
looking at my brand new uniform, all clean and white with
"Hoover" running across the chest. It's supposed to look like
handwriting--the loopy letters are connected together--kind of like
the Dodgers uniform only red instead of blue. I already tried it on
and I have to admit with all due modesty that I look pretty good in
it.

Did I mention how much I like my baseball uniform? I wear the
leggings stretched up real high and leave the top two buttons of my
jersey undone. Exactly two buttons. It doesn't look right with one
or three. I've got new cleats since my feet grew in the off season.
They're nice and shiny and I'll keep them that way by polishing
them every night after we play.

I can't wait to get together with all my teammates and play some
ball. After hours and hours at the batting cages I'm anxious to try
out my new swing. My new closed stance will give me extra power
to the alley, which I'll need if I'm going to reach my goal of hitting
for my weight--118. But besides my swing, I want the guys to see
my new post-puberty body. They haven't seen me naked since I
went through my growth spurt, so I think they'll be in for a surprise
when I hit the showers. A Louisville Slugger isn't the only bat I'll
be swinging this summer.

Donny is all excited about Summer League too, which gets me
more hyped up about the season. He never mentions that afternoon
in his backyard, but afterwards I caught him looking at me in the
cafeteria and it reminded me of the way he looked at me that day.
I'm pretty sure there was desire in his eyes.

Donny did make a point of telling me he has a new girlfriend, Gina
or Tina Something, but I've heard that story before. If you ask me,
he likes boys at least as much as girls. He just hasn't figured that
out yet.

By the way, Donny is looking fine these days, as I can report after
seeing him when we sat for the team photo the other day. Can he
ever fill out a baseball uniform!