Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 12:00:36 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Midwestern Tale: Chapter 6

Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. All names,
dates and places depicted herein are fictional. The story contains some
chapters with descriptive scenes of sexual encounters between consenting
individuals. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or
you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any
further.

Midwestern Tale
By The Rump Ranger

Chapter 6: Danny's History

I felt my cousin slip out of bed early Tuesday morning. Bruce was trying to
be quiet as he dressed for the day; however, the deafening silence of farm
life amplified every creak in the floor which revealed his movement. Before
Bruce exited the cabin he leaned in to give the sleeping love of his life a
kiss before departing for a day of toil in the field with his dad and the
other farm hands.  I'd been awake most of the night, but pretended to be
asleep.

It was still dark outside when Bruce opened the squeaky door and closed it
behind him. For me sleep, lying there on the bed with two gorgeous men, had
not been easy. I had been on pins and needles, cat napping on and off
throughout the night, thinking about all that had transpired on Monday. Of
course the late August heat and humidity made sleeping almost impossible.

About thirty minutes after Bruce left the cabin I heard Uncle James' 730
John Deere row-crop tractor start. Then the roosters began to crow, and
after few minutes to warm up the tractor went chugging off towards the
field. I eased closer to Danny taking in the aroma of his manliness exuding
from his body. I kissed him lightly on the shoulder. He stirred. Then he
rolled over facing me.

I gazed into his gorgeous captivating green eyes. He whispered, "Good
morning sunshine."

I whispered back, "And good morning to you too." I then asked, "So, what's
our plan for this morning?"

"I just want to lay here with you and enjoy the morning," Danny said with a
beautiful white smile. "Listen to the rooster's crow, cock a doodle do."

"Not any cock will do," I said laughing, "only your cock will do."

I could feel Danny's dick against my leg. He was hard, so I said, "You can
fuck me if you want. Feels as though you need some sexual relief. There's
no one around. Perfect time."

"Donnie, you are a sensuous young man. There's nothing I'd enjoy more than
making love to you all morning the way you deserve to be loved by another
man, but you and I no that ain't gonna happen."

"Why?" I pleaded.

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure than being the person to take your
virginity; however, I can't and won't for a number of reasons."

"And those reasons are?" I replied with a tone of incense.

"Number one you are too young."

"That's a bullshit excuse," I answered back a little burn up with his
reply.

"Donnie, there's over a five years age difference between us. I'm an adult
and you my young friend are too young for me to seduce," Danny said.

"My boyfriend back home is older than me," I replied in a rebellious tone.

"How old is your boyfriend Donnie?"

"He's almost fourteen," I replied in a more upbeat tone.

"He's under the age of eighteen and you're under eighteen. I'm very aware
that physically you appear to be almost a man, but chronologically you are
still a boy. And that's what counts in the eyes of the law."

Somewhat miffed I replied, "I understand. So, it's all about the law with
you now. Fuck the law I'm not happy with the law."

"It is what it is," Danny replied.

"The law needs to be changed then."

"Maybe so my young friend, maybe so."

"So, what are the other reasons?" I asked.

"Bruce and I are partners and we are devoted to each other, kinda like
we're going steady. You'll understand what I mean as you get older and you
fall in love with a boy or a girl."

"I don't want to fall in love with a girl Danny. I want you and I'm fuckin
envious that my cousin is yours."

"Donnie, I'm flattered, but you don't know what you want at your age. You
may change your mind a dozen times between now and when you become a man
and meet the true love of your life."

"Bullshit," I replied.

"What I will do is explain to you throughout the rest of the week all I
know about sex and relationships. You ask and I'll try to impart some of my
wisdom as well as things I've learned over the years about sex, if you want
to listen. We got all week to do that before I head back to college."

"Sure. I guess. I mean I just can't understand what happened between last
night and this morning. You kissed the head of my pecker. I thought..."

Danny cut me off, "Yes, I led you on and for that I'm terribly sorry. The
first time I kissed the head of your dick I wanted to take it into my mouth
and show you what oral sex was all about."

"I know what oral sex is all about," I replied in a curt tone.

"No you don't," Danny replied. "The second time I had this epiphany. I was
ready to take that scrumptious looking glans of yours into my mouth and eat
your delicious looking glans up; however, when I looked up and saw Bruce
standing in the bathroom washing your clothing I knew I couldn't."

"What the hell's an epiphany?" I questioned.

"A realization that what I was lusting for was not only a violation of the
law it violated the tenets of our relationship. Your cousin and I are at
this time deeply committed to each other."

Okay, I understand, but Bruce isn't here now and you could just mark it up
as a teaching thing," I said trying again to entice Danny to give in to his
lustful longing.

"When I saw the reflection of Bruce's face in the mirror that's when it hit
me. That's why I suggested that you get a fresh pair of underwear. I just
couldn't carry what we were doing any further."

"But we held each other last night and kissed. What was that all about?" I
asked. "We held each other's peckers in our hands."

"There's a bit of difference between holding or jerking another boy's
pecker and oral or anal sex between two people," Danny explained. "There's
also a big difference in the blowjobs you and your boyfriend have exchanged
in the past and oral sex I would perform on you."

"How's that?" I asked.

"What you and your boyfriend do together, the best way I can explain it, is
purely an emotionless act. It's a false behavior of affection: a mechanical
reaction for instant sexual gratification. Basically, a way to get a quick
nut."

Danny went onto explain the importance of touch. He reminded me how
overwhelming it felt the first time Tim touched my pecker. I remembered
that first time in Tim's basement. He went on explaining the importance of
foreplay: the drawn out warm-up period prior to engaging in oral, anal or
vaginal sex. He also told me that vaginal or anal sex was the ultimate
sexual act between two adults.

We talked for over an hour about the things Tim and I had done
together. Danny explained the reasons he thought we failed at anal
intercourse. We were nothing more than jack off buddies. I had to admit
Danny was not only intelligent as an academic he was equally smart when it
came to explaining sex.  "If I wasn't committed to your cousin and you were
at least sixteen I might easily be persuaded to have sex with you," Danny
said.

"I hope, even with the slight difference in our age, we will remain friends
Danny."

"As far as I'm concerned we'll remain friends forever," Danny said as he
kissed me on the forehead.

"What if you and my cousin breakup?" I asked.

"I hope that never happens, but if it does maybe I'll come look you up,"
Danny said with a big smile.

"So, you're eighteen and Bruce is a year older and a year ahead of you in
college?" I asked.

"Actually we're both starting our sophomore year next week. I just turned
eighteen in July, so Bruce is a little over a year older. I graduated high
school when I was sixteen and started college when I was seventeen. Your
cousin and I were assigned as roommates in the dormitory at college. One
thing led to the other and before we knew we fell in love."

"Damn, what a story. How long had you known that you were queer?" I asked.

"Probably since I can remember. I've never had any feelings for girls other
than they were just friends and playmates. There were never any romantic
attachments. Then after a few experimental sexual flings with boys in my
neighborhood when I was a teenager it was during my senior year in high
school I fell in love for the first time."

"Tell me about it," I said.

I was all ears. Danny was a great story teller. He was more articulate than
the guys back home. Of sure his language was a little colorful, but all of
us teenagers used that coarse colorful language when we were together.

"Donnie, my story may sound a little familiar. I was seduced by an older
boy. I think that older boys sometimes want a younger boy because they
think that younger means purity."

"Kinda like me?"

"Yeah. Also, younger boys tend to look to older boys for guidance when
learning the ways of sex. Many times younger boys learn from the older boys
in the neighborhood or even older brothers about sex," Danny explained.

"Sounds a lot like me. So, who was the first love of your life Danny?"

"He was a twenty year old intern from the local college working in the
athletic department at my high school when we met. After a Friday afternoon
game I was hanging around the locker room when he asked me if I wanted a
ride home. I accepted. We stopped for a soda at a local drive-in and while
sipping our drinks we kept making eye contact."

"And then?"

"In the car he put his hand on the back of my neck and began rubbing it
with his finger. I remember the way he touched me was like electricity
passing from his body to mine. And then he leaned over and kissed me. I
didn't pull away."

"Shit man that's fuckin so cool."

"I became aroused and looked into his eyes. He looked back and in a whisper
voice asked, "Want to stop by my apartment for a while and listen to some
music. I got a new Beatles album. I accepted. In those few moments he cast
his spell on me."

"Wasn't he afraid you might turn him into the school authority?" I asked.

"There was no way I would have ever done that Donnie. I'd had a crush on
this guy from the first day we met. He was a fuckin dream boat as far as I
was concerned. He stood about six feet two inches, weighed about one
hundred seventy-five pounds, and had a chiseled body of Adonis with blond
flattop hair cut. Tom had beautiful blue eyes, just a fuckin super hunk of
a guy."

"Sounds a little like Bruce," I said.

"And he had the most gorgeous penis I'd ever seen in my life; it appeared
as if an artist had sculpted it to fit his body."

"So, it was love at first sight." I said.

"Donnie we entered his apartment and it was like nothing I'd ever
experienced before. A fuckin whirlwind. We began kissing and it was like
lightening bolts were striking the ground around me. The ground was
shaking, thunder was clapping and fireworks going off in my head. Hell. I
thought we were in the middle of an earthquake. The first few minutes I
thought we were going to suck the life out of each other's bodies."

"Oh shit I'm hard just thinking g about it."

"We began savagely undressing each other right there in his living
room. Before I knew it we were naked. We were both hard as diamonds. He
pushed me down on the couch. I was delirious with desire. We ground our
bodies together until we both shot out cum on each other's chests. We ended
up spending the night together engaging in more sex. In fact, we spent the
whole fuckin weekend together. The next thing I know I'm in love."

"Wow! That sure wasn't the way it was with Tim and me. So, how long did you
guys go together?"

"I just about lived with Tom all the time except when I had to go home to
make a parent appearance and get some clean clothes," Danny said.

"What did your folks have to say about you staying away from home?"

"They really didn't say much. I don't even think they missed me. When they
would ask where I'd been and I told them I stayed over with a friend. Mom
and dad both had high profile careers: up early in the morning and home
late at night. There was a live-in housekeeper. She showed more concern
than my parents. The folks would see me a couple times a week and that was
good enough for them. I was just the accident while they were in college:
an accident that stood in the way of their progress."

"Damn."

"I was so involved with Tom that I didn't care about anything else in my
life. We continued to see each other after I graduated and for a couple
weeks into the summer. Then things just went south and dissolved. No reason
we just seemed to drift apart," Danny said. "And that my young friend is
just the way life is. Here today and gone tomorrow."

I thought I saw a tear forming in Danny's eye. "You still miss him don't
you?"

"Donnie, he was my first true love. I don't think we ever forget our first
love."

"I don't really miss being away from Tim," I said.

"The reason is there is no emotional connection between the two of you. You
guys are just buddies that help each other out with sexual relief."

"So, what was next?" I asked.

"After Tom and I broke up I pretty much ran wild the rest of the summer. I
never came home which from what I heard pretty much pissed my mom and dad
off. Their main concern that summer was that I prepare for college in the
fall. If I didn't prepare properly I wouldn't get into the college they had
chosen for me, and I didn't. I was partying and drinking all the time."

"If I were your parents I woulda been freaked out."

"I pretty much turned into a male slut. I would get high smokin weed and
then suck or fuck any guy, any age that would go down. Sometimes I got paid
and other times I didn't. The week I was supposed to leave for Princeton I
ended up in jail on a trumped up bullshit misdemeanor charge."

"Damn! What did your folks think or do?" I asked.

"Nothing at first. I wouldn't divulge my name to the police and there were
no finger prints for me on file, so I just sat there in the cell for four
days. Then the jailer got pissed at me and threw me in with a bunch of real
criminals. That wasn't pretty. They all had their way with me. I was
sucking their dicks and they were fucking me up the wazoo."

Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "No pun intended."

"Then this big guy got thrown into the same cell with the rest of us. The
others told him about what I could do for him to make his time go by
faster. So, this guy pulls out a flaccid fuck stick that is huge. I mean by
the time it gets hard this thing looked to be the size of a fence post, or
at least a baseball bat. He had the others held me down. He spits in my ass
and attempts to ram this fucking log up my ass. I'm screamin bloody
murder. The others are laughing; trying to gag me, but before he could fuck
me a guard hears the commotion and comes running to my rescue."

"Wow! You're a lucky SOB," I said.

"Once I got out to the damn cell I was more than willing to give the screws
my name, address and phone number. Within an hour dad was at the jail
getting me released. Later on the charges were dropped; however, it was too
late to get me to New Jersey for registration at the Ivey League
College. So, I lost my academic scholarship and I started at the state
college. That's where I am today. Dad is trying to get me into Princeton
for my junior and senior year, but I'd just as soon stay put. At least
Bruce and I will remain together."

"Wow! That's the coolest yet saddest fuckin story I've heard," I
said. "Then you met my cousin?"

"Yep, and that was another case of love at first sight. Bruce had never
been in love with a guy before we met. I think he might've fooled around
kinda like you and your boyfriend, but nothing lasting."

"Really!"

"I remember he told me in the dorm room later on that he was taken by my
looks the first time we met. Bruce and I saw each other naked the second
night at college in the communal shower. He told me later on that night
that he had a crush on me and I had the most beautiful body and penis he'd
ever seen."

"Happened that fast?" I questioned. "By the way, how'd he know you were
homosexual?"

"Oh, he didn't until I told him when we met the first day. I wanted him to
be aware of my sexuality so there would be no problems down the road. I
mean I didn't know what his sexuality was. What if he was straight and
walked in on me giving a guy a blowjob in our dorm room."

"Yeah, I can see where that might freak a roommate out," I replied. "So, I
suspect that you're the more adventuresome and maybe more aggressive of the
two?"

"I guess that would be a yes, and the more experienced sexually, Danny said
as he looked at his wristwatch. "Damn, it's seven-thirty. You hungry?"

"Yeah, but you ain't gonna feed me what I want for breakfast," I said to
Danny with an evil smile.

We got out of bed to shower and get dressed. That was the first time I saw
Danny dick. He had the morning wood. The thing had a slight upwards curve,
similar to a banana, with a beautiful Trojan helmet head and dark coronal
ring surrounding the base of his glans along with nice black patch of pubic
hair at the base of his seven inch shaft. Needless to say, I was salivating
for a taste of Danny's treasure.



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