Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 17:55:40 -0800
From: rumors@rumors-fun.com
Subject: OH DANNY BOY Chapter 4

OH DANNY BOY
Chapter 4

Chapter 4 preview:

I awoke to the sound of Jeffrey calling my name.  I am on my knees, but
where am I??  My head was throbbing with pain as I come to.  So much pain
in my hands!  Looking down, I see my knuckles are covered in what?  BLOOD??

I look over at Jeffrey with confusion in my eyes and he begins to cry,
unable to look back at me.  His face is battered.  What the fuck!  I try to
get up but my legs are like rubber and I fall into someone's arms.

I look farther out and see someone lying very still on the floor.  More
blood??  WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???


Chapter 4:

I sat up in bed looking out the window thinking again...

Jeffrey had taken me to a whole new realm.  Now I was all but sure that I
was gay.  The one saving grace is that I now was fairly sure that my love
for Tommy was a brotherly love.  I realize now that my feelings for him
were the result of the pain we shared at a horrible moment in our lives.  I
could now look at him and see him as a soul mate.  Someone who was there
for me and who cared for me through some awful times.

Since my night with Jeffrey...

Tommy and I still sleep in the same bed, and despite my best efforts he
always wants to fool around.  One late night I woke up from a dead sleep
very aroused, feeling someone's touch on my private parts.  Looking down I
see a head bobbing up and down, and feel a warm mouth surrounding my cock.
I drift back with a low moan and touch the back of his head, remembering my
night with Jeffrey.

Something isn't right.  This doesn't feel the same.  My eyes shot wide open
as I realized what was going on.  With a hard push I pull myself away from
him.  "Tommy!  What the hell!"  Tommy looks over at me, fear in his eyes as
he scoots off the bed.  "I'm sorry Danny!  I'm sorry!"


He runs out the door and I hear his bedroom door shut.  I grab the nearest
pair of shorts and head off after him.  There wasn't a lock on his door,
and not wanting to wake my mother up, I walk into his room.  Tommy is
sitting on his bed with his legs drawn in tight to his body.  He looks up
at me and again says over and over "I'm sorry Danny!"

I took a deep breath.  Of course I wasn't mad at him.  After all it was me
who started this whole mess.  I sit on the edge of his bed and try to calm
him down.  "Tommy, it's okay.  I am not mad at you."  He looks at me with
those clear blue eyes and asks, "you're not?"  I touch his leg and tell him
"no, really I am not mad at you."

Tommy relaxes but he doesn't give up his position on the bed.  I sit next
to him and after a moment I begin.  "We do need to talk you know.  What you
did isn't right.  You never do that kind of stuff unless the other guy says
it's okay."  Tommy cleared his throat.  "I know!  I just wanted to so bad!"

I nodded and went on.  "First off, where did you learn to do that?"  Tommy
clammed up and didn't speak.  I put my fingers on his shoulder and asked it
again.  "Come on Tommy, we are bros!  I am not going to flip out or run and
tell anyone!  You know that right?"

Tommy gulped.  "Me and the kid down the street have been doing stuff.  He
showed me how to do it, and I wanted to do it to you to make you feel
good!"

I knew who he was talking about in an instant.  "You and Frankie?"  Tommy
nodded yes.  Frankie was an adorable Latino boy that Tommy hung out with a
lot.  He was Tommy's age, but was a lot smaller.  He looked as if he could
pass for 10--but I know he is in Tommy's classes, so he must be around 12
or 13.

I looked over at Tommy and he looked back at me.  "You know Tommy that I
love you very much, but doing more stuff like that really doesn't feel
right to me."  Tommy began to sob.  "But I love you Danny!"

I grabbed him up and held him close to me.  "I love you so much Tommy!  We
just can't be like that.  You know, being brothers and all.  I promise you
will find someone to love that way someday!  You are so cute and sweet!  In
a couple of years you will have to beat them off with a stick!"  I didn't
mention a gender on purpose--no need making him feel any worse.

Tommy held on tight for awhile then said, "well Frankie is awful sexy!"  I
rubbed his head with a laugh and only said, "Brat!"

Tommy and I talk every night.  I have tried to convince him that someday he
might like girls instead of guys, to which he gives a typical 12 year old
response, "EW!"  I think he is going to be just fine!

The rest of my freshman year at high school was spent hanging around with
Jeffrey.  We became closer all the time, and spent most every weekend
together.  The first few times after my first blow job were more or less
the same.  Me laying back and letting Jeffrey work his mouth on my cock to
the most intense orgasms.  I did begin jacking him off in return, but one
day I decided I wanted to give it a try.  Jeffrey's 17th birthday was
coming up, so I picked that day.

A bunch of the guys from the football team, and some of his other friends
came over for a party.  Most of his guests were what I would call the
"safe" crowd.  Guys who didn't have huge egos and who also seemed to get
along with most anyone.  We played video games, cards, and watched a couple
of videos, but it was getting late.  Some of the guys left presents, so
before they left Jeffrey opened his gifts.

After he finished, he had a dejected look on his face, and I knew why.  I
didn't get him anything.  My evil plan was working, but Jeffrey said
nothing.

As the first bunch of guys were leaving, we heard a car squeal it's tires
and 4 of the older guys on the football team got out--obviously drunk.
These guys were know trouble makers, and I stepped out onto the porch to
block their path to the house.

Of course Jenkins was leading the way.  He was an incredible asshole most
of the time, and had been giving Jeffrey grief for the last two football
seasons.  Seeing me he stopped short and just stood there.  I wasn't all
that impressive, but I must have made an impression after our first
encounter.  It didn't stop the next guy from pushing his way forward.

Mike Phillips was a red head with a long record of being the school bully.
Me and a few of the other guys managed to stop him short of the house.  He
started in, his drunken voice ringing through the neighborhood.  "COME ON
OUT AND PLAY JEFFREY YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!!  COME GIVE US A BIRTHDAY BLOW YOU
LITTLE BITCH!!"

Although no one knew for sure, it was wide spread gossip that Jeffrey was
gay.



My face turned beet red, and I moved towards him.  I was stopped short when
Jeffrey's father pushed me back onto the porch and moved towards the group
pointing right at Phillips.  "YOU!  You want to repeat that to me??"

Jeffrey's dad wasn't all that threatening, but none the less the four of
them got back into the car and sped off.  In the meantime Jeffrey's mother
had called the police, and it wasn't long before we heard sirens.  The next
day we found out they were arrested for DWI.

Not wanting to cause Jeffrey anymore problems at school, his parents
dropped the charges of trespassing.  They did however add public
intoxication to the charges to the other three who weren't driving.

The rest of the guys left, telling Jeffrey not to worry about those
assholes, and soon we were alone.  Jeffrey's parents gave him hugs and
wished him happy birthday, also telling him not to worry about those
idiots.

Once we got to his room I sat next to him and asked him "Jeffrey, do your
parents know?"  He nodded his head and said "yeah, they know about me."  I
got a little embarrassed.  "Do they know about US?"  Jeffrey laughed.
"Well you been staying over every weekend.  I didn't tell them, but I am
pretty sure they have put it all together."

I rolled onto his bed and buried my face in a pillow with a GRUNT!  Jeffrey
laughed and pounced on me.  "Oh it isn't THAT bad!  Someone had to find out
eventually!"  I went into a fit of fake crying that set Jeffrey off.
"DANNY!  Really it isn't that bad!!  They won't tell anyone!"

My crying turned to laughing as I turned over and smiled at him.  Jeffrey
immediately jumped on me.  "OH!  YOU FUCKER!!"  He took a pillow and
started hitting me over and over as I laughed.  I grabbed his sides after a
minute and said "OK OK STOP!!"

He looked down at me with a frown.  "And you didn`t even get me a present!"

Running my hands up his side I took my hands to his face and drew him into
me.  Reaching up I pressed my lips to his, and it turned into our first
kiss.  A low moan left Jeffrey's throat as our tongues danced together.
After our first kiss ended I looked into his eyes and said "You meant to
say I haven't given you you're present YET!"

Jeffrey looked deep into my eyes and gulped "OH MY GOD!"

Getting a firm grip on his sides, I rolled Jeffrey off of me and onto his
back laying on his bed.  Once more our lips crushed together as I slide my
hand under his shirt and began caressing his chest.  Jeffrey tried to begin
undressing me, but I stopped his hands saying "this is your night, let me
do it."

I got off of the bed and went over and adjusted his bedroom lights down
lower and began to strip for him.  Off came my shirt with one swift motion
and I began rubbing up and down the front of my toned upper body.  Jeffrey
had since taken off his clothes and laid if front of me slowly stroking his
meat.

I undid my pants next and let them slide down my legs until they bunched up
at my ankles.  I stepped out of my pants and then moved closer to the bed.
Slowly I locked my fingers into the waist band of my boxers and began
teasing him, turning around and giving him glimpses of my butt.  Once I
faced him again I just showed off my pubes, than drew my boxers back up.
Jeffrey let out a pleading moan as I smiled down at him.

The effects of my strip tease were hitting both of us.  It was all he could
do to keep himself on the bed, and I had tented out.  Intentionally I let
the waist band of my shorts catch my throbbing cock and with a push
downward it popped back up, hitting my belly with a smack!

Jeffrey moved over, grabbing my cock--but I pushed his hands away telling
him "your night, remember!"  He grunted and laid back down on his bed.
Slowly I got onto the bed and mounted his body.  Once I was hovering over
him I leaned in and kissed him as my body sunk down onto his.  A long moan
escaped his throat as his hands went straight to my ass.  He gripped onto
my cheeks tightly as I kissed and licked all over his neck and ears.

I began sliding down his body, licking and sucking on both of his nipples
on the way down.  Jeffrey began to squirm under me every time my lips or
tongue touched him.  I couldn't take it anymore.  Somehow I knew this was
right, and I had to have his cock in my mouth.  I wanted to taste him so
badly.  A little part of my mind told me "well this is it Danny boy--you
are gay, and you are loving it!"

By now Jeffrey's cock was dripping with pre cum, shining under the low
light as I took it into my hand.  I licked all around the head, savoring
the taste as I gave into my deepest desires and than wrapped my lips around
top of his cock and sucked all of his cum deep into my throat.  Jeffrey's
hands locked into my hair as he said "OH DANNY!!  YES!!!  OH!!"


>From watching Jeffrey, I knew what to do--but the new feelings inside my
mouth and the taste of my first cock took me by surprise.  The salty taste
and the way the outer layer of skin felt almost silky on my lips sent me
into a frenzy.  I began sucking him deep into my mouth and soon felt his
cock head pressing at my tonsils.

Jeffrey's moans were being drowned out in my ears by my own moans as I took
him deeper and deeper with each push down onto his cock.  With one final
push I had his tool completely buried in my mouth and throat as his pubic
hair tickled my nose.  I began lightly brushing his ball sac with my
fingers and than took a bold move.  I traced downwards away from his balls
and took my finger and began twisting it in and out and all around his boy
hole.

This sent Jeffrey's butt high off the bed with the loudest groan I had ever
heard come for him.  I was almost afraid his parents would investigate to
see if their son was okay, but I was too far gone to care.  With one quick
push his tight hole surrendered itself to my entire finger.

Jeffrey's fingers held my head tight, but with his butt rising up off the
bed every time my finger penetrated him, my neck was beginning to cramp.  I
removed my mouth just long enough to look up into his eyes and tell him "I
Love you Jeffrey!"  I went back to work as Jeffrey spat out "OH GAWD, I
LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH DANNY!!"

That was all he got out before his cock grew in size and began to flood my
throat with semen.  The amount was more than I ever imagined and I had to
pull off as I swallowed his first few shots.  I watched in amazement as 7
or 8 heavy spurts flew through the air and drenched my face and neck.

Jeffrey's ass crashed down onto my finger as finally his orgasm subsided.
He was covered from head to toe in sweat, taking deep breaths as his chest
heaved up and down.  I smiled to myself, proud of how my mouth had brought
such an intense response from another boy.

As his breathing came back to normal, he began to twist and turn his ass
around on my finger as a low humming noise, almost a purr told me I had
done a great job.  I slowly withdrew my finger and began running my hands
all over his soaked torso.  The smells coming from his body were
intoxicating.  A mix of sweat and cum filled my nose and I knew I was
hooked.

After a few minutes I grabbed a towel and cleaned up a bit as Jeffrey
drifted off into a sound sleep.  I thought to myself that I didn't even get
off, but by than my cock had deflated and for whatever reasons, I didn't
even care.  The next two days I walked around with a smile on my face.
Finally as my fifteenth birthday approached I had found myself.  I wasn't
sure how or if I was going to tell anyone, but I knew what I was.  I glided
down the halls between classes on cloud nine when I heard some kind of
commotion off in the distance.

Than I heard something that turned my stomach.  Mike Phillips voice yelling
"YOU GOT ME SUSPENDED YOU FUCKING FAG!!"  After that I heard the
unmistakable sounds of someone being hit, and the even more unmistakable
sound of someone crying.  It was my Jeffrey, I just knew it.

I ran down the hall and plunged through the crowd to see Jenkins holding
onto my Jeffrey while Mike Phillips took cheap shots with first an open
hand, and than a fist.  Jeffrey's face had red marks all over it and tears
rolled down his face as he was held there helpless.  I boiled over with
anger and went right for Mike Phillips.  The vocal warnings from Jenkins
came too late, and only helped me as Phillips turned just in time to take
on a full speed spear as I dove shoulder first into his mid section.

An audible gasp left his lungs as I felt my entire weigh bury itself deep
into his mid section.  I quickly climbed onto his chest and began savagely
hitting his face with my bare knuckles.  Anger throbbed throughout my
entire body as I switched from hitting him to pulling his head up and
slamming it into the floor.

One of the teachers grabbed onto my and began pulling me off of his limp
body, but as he got me to my feet I shoved him away with all my strength.
I turned quickly, looking for Jenkins.  Seeing a flash of something that
looked like a steel pipe was the last thing I remembered.

I awoke to the sound of Jeffrey calling my name.  I am on my knees, but
where am I??  My head was throbbing with pain as I come to.  So much pain
in my hands!  Looking down, I see my knuckles are covered in what?  BLOOD??

I look over at Jeffrey with confusion in my eyes and he begins to cry,
unable to look back at me.  His face is battered.  What the fuck!  I try to
get up but my legs are like rubber and I fall into someone's arms.

I look farther out and see someone lying very still on the floor.  More
blood??  WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???

The pain in my head hit me again as my vision was blurred with blood.  My
body gave out again with a thud as I collapse onto the floor.