Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 00:42:09 -0600
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael: Spring Surpise Part I

Michael, Marcus, and Danny: Spring Surprise


Well, here it is; the third installment of the Michael and Danny
series. This story bridges the first ("The Beginning") with the second
("Road Trip"). Essentially, it is the "Empire Strikes Back" of the MM&D
saga. Marcus is back by popular demand, as the story picks up in March. The
first story dropped off in January and the second picked up in June, just
to give you an idea.

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minor boys. If you
do not like this, are not of age, or it is illegal in the area which you
reside, please leave now. I should also mention that this is an original
work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my
permission.

So here's the deal; it's been about two months since I concluded "Roadtrip"
and got to work on this story. I got one main request for the plot of this
story (and not much else), and have written the first three chapters to set
it up. So I will post the first three chapters during the next week or so,
and then let readers resolve the cliffhanger that ends the third
chapter. So make sure to send your idea on what should happen once that
comes around.

Until then, please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I
love to hear from my readers, it lets me know people appreciate the work I
do. Enjoy!





Chapter One: Catching Up

The last few months had flown by. Winter slowly faded to spring, although
in the Northwest it was hard to tell. The only change for me was the hope
of a snow day, which was a major thrill for a twelve year old, was gone.

It was the time of year when federal holidays were few, school weeks were
actually five days, and everything seemed hopeless. Of course that is over
dramatizing the situation, as I was quite happy and active. I enjoyed going
to school, mostly because I got to see my friends. And mostly because I got
to see Michael and Marcus. They were my two best friends and it seemed like
nothing could separate us.

Michael and I had been friends since third grade, although we didn't get
really close until fifth grade. We both had the same teacher that year, our
last in elementary school, and grew very close. It was nice to have such a
strong friendship as we entered the harsh world of middle school. We relied
on each other those first few days for support, although the transition was
surprisingly easy. I liked sixth grade a lot, all the new people, new
classes, and new teachers.

We had met Marcus last fall in math class. He had just moved with his
family from Utah and didn't know anyone. We saw him in the corner, sitting
by himself, and decided to befriend him. He turned out to be really cool
and instantly became a part of our circle. Although our ring of friends
included dozens of people, we three were much closer to each other than
anyone else.

We started fooling around with each other in November, and by January had
gone "all the way." We kept it between the three of us, realizing people
knowing about it would lead to the destruction of our social lives. We
didn't mind keeping quiet; as long as we had each other, we were happy.

Each day we went over to either Michael's house or my own house after
school and hung out. We played X-Box, chatted online, played basketball,
and other normal boy stuff. Normal boy stuff, save the twenty minutes or so
we spent masturbating each other or giving blow jobs. I was an only child
and Michael's siblings were all older than him, so it was easy to find
privacy.  Normally just our respective mothers were home, so they were the
only obstacle. We often would disappear into a locked bedroom and try to
get it over quickly. So far we had been left alone, so in that respect we
were lucky.

Sleepovers were even more fun. During these nights we had sex, waiting
until everyone was asleep then taking turns having orgasms into each
other's bowels. We tried to have one every weekend, but they had to happen
on a Friday since Marcus couldn't on Saturday. His family was Mormon and
Sunday was reserved for just family activities. Sometimes Michael and I
would extend the sleepover to Saturday even though Marcus couldn't be
there. He assured us time after time that he was fine with it and wasn't
jealous or anything. Michael and I felt bad; however there was something
extra special between just us two. Our sex seemed more passionate, often
taking twice as long as the night before. We both wanted Marcus to be there
though, as he was an integral part of our initial play back in November and
one of the nicest kids I had ever met.

It was Monday morning, and another full week of school was starting. My
alarm clock was ringing and I purposely placed it across the room where I
had to get out of bed to turn it off. Otherwise, I had a tendency to hit
the "off" button and then fall back to sleep. I was completely naked and
had slept that way since Michael, Marcus, and I had curled up against each
other nude after our first blowjob experience. I couldn't stand to sleep in
anything now, not even boxers. During sleepovers we often didn't bring our
sleeping bags, instead electing to build a "nest" with various blankets and
pillows. This way it was easier to sleep naked together without raising
suspicion. It was hard to do that in just your sleeping bag.

Upon switching the alarm clock off, I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and
groggily headed out of my room. I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the
water on, waiting for it to warm up. I was not a morning person, and never
had been. I woke up easily, a tool that came in handy during those naked
sleepovers, but had a hard time getting out of that morning fog. It seemed
to surround me and suck all my energy away.

I stepped into the shower and gave the water one more slight adjustment. I
didn't like my showers too hot, unlike Michael, who preferred them way too
hot for my liking. I soaped myself up, making sure to hit all the private
and hard to reach areas, and then let the falling water rinse me off. After
shampooing, I just stood there and let the water fall over me. I felt much
better, the morning haze had lifted and was ready for another day. Turning
the water off, I reached around the shower curtain and found my
towel. Rubbing the towel all across my body, I stepped out of the shower
and looked at myself in the mirror.

My smooth adolescent body shone back at me. My hair was a dark red, cut
short and normally combed forward. I was completely hairless everywhere
else. I'm sure a few light hairs speckled my legs and pubis, but nothing
easily detected. I was slightly jealous of Michael's developments, his
pubic hair and the light hairs that were beginning to grow on his
legs. However, he never ragged on me about being more mature, but rather
made me feel special for the way I was. I was cut, my penis hanging loosely
after the warm shower. It still stood about three and a half inches when
erect and angled a little bit towards my belly . I was the kind of kid who
didn't tan very well and burned easily. Most red heads were like that I
guess. Both my parents had red hair, so I didn't really have a choice. I
like it though, it made me unique.

Opening the door and feeling the cold rush of air enter the warm bathroom,
I shivered and went back to my bedroom. Picking out my wardrobe was easy
because I didn't worry so much about my clothes as other people. A pair of
cargo pants and a tee shirt was fine for me. I slipped on my red Nike
basketball shirt and headed downstairs. I could smell eggs and bacon,
something my mom cooked for me every Monday morning.

"Mornin' Danny," my mom said sweetly, flipping the sizzling bacon.

"Hey," I responded. "Smells good."

"Should be ready in a minute or two," she said, moving the eggs around with
a spatula.

I headed towards the table and sat down. I rummaged through the paper for
the sports section, checking out the scores of the previous night's
games. The Sonics won, but that was about it. No baseball or football this
time of year. Although I didn't watch them much on TV, I liked to check out
how they were doing in the paper. Marcus was the sports fan of the three of
us, talking excitedly about his beloved Mariners. Michael and I found it
cute the way he could get worked up about something so trivial.

My food was delivered and it looked delicious. I was starving, probably
because we had an early dinner last night with my grandma. Last Friday
night we had a sleepover at my house, but Michael and I didn't extend it
for another night. We did it about once every other week, making it all the
more special.

"Thank you," I said, picking up my fork and diving in.

"Anything for my big boy," my mom said, running her hands through my
hair. "You sure are growing up fast."

"Awww Mom, not now," I whined, wanting to read the comics and concentrate
on eating. Ever since I started middle school you'd think I was leaving for
college the next day. I guess being an only child was like that; I was
their one and only.

"Alright sweetheart," my mom said, heading back towards the kitchen to wash
the pans.

"I think we're going to come over here today," I told her, referring to
Michael, Marcus and I.

"Sounds good," my mom called back, battling with the greasy bacon pan. "You
boys are always so good, never a problem."

It was true. We made extra sure to be good so our moms wouldn't get
annoyed. Nothing would be worse then, `I don't want you boys coming over
here every day anymore.' Well, every other day technically. My bike was
used for transportation between the two houses. It was about a ten minute
bike ride from my house to Michael's, but something we had done many
times. We wouldn't be able to meet after school everyday if we couldn't
provide our own transportation and the parents had to be bummed for
rides. That was one of the reasons we switched houses every day. When we
were at Michael's, I rode the bike back to my house. The next day Michael
and Marcus rode it back to Michael's house, from where it was only a matter
of blocks to Marcus' house. Marcus, being so small, easily fit on the back
of the bike while Michael pedaled.

I finished up my meal, thanked my mom again, and then headed into the
family room to watch a few cartoons before it was time to catch the bus. I
liked to wake up early and give myself a little time like this, I hate
feeling rushed and not able to relax.

Like always the time flew by and before I knew it I had to board the bus. I
grabbed my backpack, recoiled as my mom planted a huge kiss on my face, and
headed out the door. I climbed onto the bus and sat down a few rows from
the driver. Sixth graders know their territory.



Watch for Chapter Two to come out soon! Send your comments to jnew001 (at)
gmail (dot) com.