Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 22:57:38 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dor) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, The Beginning: Part I

Michael, Marcus & Danny

A story of friendship and exploration.


Note: This story contents sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not
like this, please stop reading.


Part One:

I rushed down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell ringing. It was
probably Marcus, Michael was never on time. I couldn't remember one time
Michael actually came on time, but I didn't care. He was my best friend,
and had been for three years since I moved to this town. Marcus was another
good friend, but I hadn't known him very long. He just moved here over the
summer and Michael and I gladly opened our arms to him.

I opened the door and sure enough there was Marcus, sleeping bag in tow. He
looked to be struggling to carry the bag; it was nearly as big as he
was. Marcus was unusually short; doctors say some hormone was out of
whack. He looked like he was about 8 or 9 instead of the 12 years he
actually was.

"Hey Danny," he said.

"Hey... let me help you with that," I said, grabbing the sleeping bag and
throwing it in the hall toward the family room, where the sleepover would
be taking place.

Marcus pulled a video game cartridge from his cargo pant pocket. It was
some wrestling game... I didn't care much for it, but he and Michael did.

"Brought this," he said, handing the game to me.

"Should be fun for later... Michael is going to bring an extra controller."

"Oh, so he's not here yet?" asked Marcus.

"What do you think?" I said laughing.

Marcus walked down the hall and into the bathroom. He had shaggy dirty
blonde hair and blue eyes. He was skinny, but had some fat on him. I was
surprised earlier this year when we went swimming at the local pool how
pudgy of tummy he had for such a slight frame. Guess he hadn't had lost
that baby fat. Guess I couldn't say much either. I was of normal weight,
but still had a pudgy stomach and legs. I suspected I'd lose it when I hit
my growth spurt, but I really didn't care. I had short red hair and deep
green eyes, all traits of my mom and dad.

I was brought back to reality when Marcus slapped me on the back.

"Man, you were zoned out," joked Marcus.

"Yeah," was all I could say. I often got lost in my own thoughts, and it
happened a lot when I was at school too, although I was a good student. All
three of us were in the sixth grade, our first year in middle school.
Speaking of the three of us, finally the doorbell rang again. I opened the
door.

"Sup?" questioned Michael.

"Waiting for you," I said. "My mom says when can order a pizza when we're
hungry and they'll be home at like ten or something."

"Awesome," replied Michael. "Good thing you don't have any brothers or
sisters. I know mine would ruin the sleepover."

"Hey, you don't have five like me!" exclaimed Marcus. We all laughed and
headed toward the family room.

"I guess we can just throw some blankets on the floor since you didn't
bring a sleeping bag Michael," I said, looking at his empty hands.

"Whatever. Let's turn on the TV. I think there's a new episode of The
Simpsons on."

I reached over to the remote and flipped the TV on. Sure enough the new
episode was just starting. We all sat silent, looking at the TV. I glanced
over at Michael. He was of normal weight, like me, but didn't necessarily
have the fat on his stomach or thighs I did. He had dark brown hair and
deep hazel eyes. His hair was buzzed to about an inch, the way he liked
it. That way he didn't have to comb his hair in the morning like me or
Marcus. He was wearing shorts and I could see his long, tan legs. He was
the tallest of us all, nearly 5 feet 3 inches. I was probably an inch or
two shorter, while Marcus was a good half foot or shorter than Michael. I
had pretty fair skin, like most red heads, while Marcus was slightly
tan. Michael was he usual deep tanned self. I don't know how the boy did
it.

After the show we called the pizza place and ordered an extra large
pepperoni. It arrived in about half an hour and we scarfed it all down. My
parents came home and wished us goodnight before heading upstairs. They
knew I didn't want them to bug us. It was over first sleepover in a long
time, the first with Marcus. This time Michael and I were determined to
stay up past midnight. Normally we'd pop in a movie about ten, like we were
doing now, but then fall asleep during it. Marcus was a ball of energy,
maybe he was the missing link. The movie, Bruce Almighty, was mildly
entertaining, but about an hour into it we caught ourselves all looking at
each other bored.

"Hey, I got an idea!" exclaimed Michael.

"What?" Marcus and I asked at the same time.

"Let's play truth or dare in the hot tub!" Michael said, pointing outside
with a sly grin. It had to be about only forty degrees outside.

"Yeah, but we don't have swimsuits," I said, trying to think of an option.

"We could all just wear our boxers or in something," replied Marcus.

"Well, then our boxers would be all wet... unless if you guys would want to
wear a pair of mine after..."

They both scrunched up their faces.

"Hmm, well we could just do it inside," I said.

"Yeah but you can't be loud or do crazy stuff inside," replied Michael.

"Well I don't think we can do it outside," Marcus said.

"I have an idea," Michael said sheepishly. "Nawwwww..."

"What is it?" I pleaded.

"Well, we could turn the bubbles and jets on and all hide our eyes while
someone strips and gets in," Michael said, trying to sound unsure incase we
didn't like the idea.

"Sounds good to me," I said, Marcus nodding in agreement. "Let's go!"

We headed outside and I turned on the jets. We all hid our eyes while
Marcus slipped in.

"Done," he said. My eyes went to the hot tub, where I saw Marcus' upper
half exposed, his lower half perfectly hidden by the whirls of water and
foam.

"Me next," said Michael. "Close your eyes."

He waited while we hid our eyes, then I heard his shorts fall and his body
slip into the water. I opened my eyes slightly and saw his small, round
butt slip into the hot tub. I was next. I started to slip off my pants...

"Dude, tell us you're going!" Michael laughed.

"Sorry," I said, slipping off the rest of my clothes. My balls shrunk
against my body due to the cold temperature. I slowly slipped in, adjusting
to the hot water.

"Done," I said, fully in. "I get to ask first since I'm the oldest."

"Yeah by two weeks," replied Marcus.

"I'll pick on Michael then," I said. Michael had just turned twelve. "Truth
or dare?"

"Truth," replied Michael.

"What is the grossest thing you've ever eaten?" I asked.

"Vegetables," he said and we all laughed. Questions like these continued
for a while, but then things started to get more interesting.

"Truth or dare?" Michael asked me.

"Dare," I said. Dares to this point had been scream a cuss word or eat a
booger. Michael got a big smile on his face, and I knew something crazy was
up.

"Run across the backyard and back."

"Naked?"

"Duh..."

I gulped. "Fine, close your eyes then."

I watched until I was satisfied their eyes were closed. I slipped out and
ran across the yard. My balls were tight against my body and my penis and
shrunken... it was cold. As I was coming back it was apparent that their
eyes were no longer closed as I could see them smiling and their eyes wide
open.

"Hey!" I said.

"Don't worry," joked Michael, "It's so small I can't even see it!"

"That's because it so cold," I said, slipping into the pool, mad that they
didn't keep their eyes closed. I'd make sure payback would happen.

"Your dick looks weird Danny," Marcus told me.

"How so?" Michael asked.

"Didn't look like mine," Marcus replied, confused.

"Looked like mine, except smaller," Michael said smugly.

"Truth or dare?" I asked Marcus.

"Dare," he replied. A ha!

"Show us your dick," I said giggling.

"What!?!? No fair!" Marcus wailed.

"Hey you guys saw mine, it's only fair," I said.

"Yeah and we want to see what's different," chimed Michael.

Marcus sighed and reached his arms back toward the edge of the hot tub. He
slowly lifted himself up on the edge, exposing his boyhood from the bubbly
pool. His thighs were chubby and I saw his rather pudgy belly again. His
penis was pretty good sized for his body size, but not nearly as big as
Michael's or mine. His balls hung loosely in his sack, which was hot from
the water. His penis was about an inch long, but didn't have pee slit or
upper part on it. The skin went all the way to the top.

"I wonder if it's that foreskin thing we learned about in Sex-Ed," Michael
said, studying Marcus' crotch.

"Oh yeah," I said, recalling that lesson.

"Look," Marcus said, rolling back his foreskin to reveal his head. Now it
looked like ours. "It's just the same... with extra skin I guess."

He slipped back into the hot tub and asked Michael if he'd like truth or
dare.

"Dare," Michael said, smiling. He knew what he was going to be asked and
seemed eager to do it.

"Show us your dick!" Marcus said giggling. I waited eagerly. I had never
seen Michael's dick in our three plus year friendship.

Without hesitation, Michael stood up, revealing his package. We all started
to laugh. He had a huge erection, his penis sticking about three and three
fourths inches from his body, pointing slightly up. It wasn't very thick
yet, but it still was good size. A little patch of peach fuzz dotted the
base of his shaft, and his balls hung loosely in a sack.

"Damn, you have hair already?" Marcus said.

"Yeah," Michael said. "I may be the youngest, but I bet I have the biggest
dick!"

"No way," I said. I had an erection of my own now and stood up. Mine was
about three and a half inches, pointing straight out from my body, not up
like Michael's. I had no pubic hair of any kind, only a few light hairs on
my balls. Marcus stood up, but he didn't have an erection.

"You have to get a boner silly," Michael said.

"I don't know how," Marcus said.

"Just grab your dick and rub it back and forth," I said, from
experience. He probably didn't have much private time with five brothers
and sisters. Marcus grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed it back and
forth. It rose within a few seconds. It was probably about two and a half
inches, slightly thinner than mine, and stood out straight from his
hairless body.

"Well it's between me and Michael," I said. "Get over here and let's
compare side to side"

Michael came over and arranged himself right in front of me so we could put
our dicks together to compare. He grabbed my dick and arranged it with
his. I gasped.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, letting go of my penis.

"It just felt good," I replied. "It's okay."

Michael moved back and arranged our dicks together. Every time his hand
touched my dick or my penis touched his, it sent waves of pleasure down my
spine.

"Ha! I win!" Michael said, the winner by a small margin. He waved his dick
back and forth in front of me. I grabbed it, trying to get him to stop. He
flinched and closed his eyes. I let go.

"Damn, that felt good," he said, almost dazed.

"Hey," Marcus whined. "Don't forget I'm here."

"Sorry dude. Get over here then!" I said. He came over and we all sat down
back in the hot tub next to each other. We reached over and played with
each other under the water. I turned off the bubbles so we could see
better. We all had raging erections and were in deep pleasure.

"Let's do this inside," I said.

"Good idea," Michael said. We all got out of the water and dried ourselves
off, nakedness not an issue like it was just an hour ago. We headed inside
and into the family room. I spread out the blanket I had gotten for
Michael's bed.

"I think I heard my brother talking about this," Marcus said, whose brother
was 14. "It's called whacking on or something, and you do it until you blow
your load."

"What the hell does that mean?" Michael said.

"I think if you do it for awhile, something happens," Marcus replied.

"Well, then get your butt on the ground and let us try to make that
happen," I said. Marcus laid his body down and waited our touching. His
nipples were small, the size of dimes, and he had light hairs on his
legs. Other than that he was pretty much hairless, including his pudgy
thighs. Michael and I converged on his erect dick, he taking the testicles,
me taking the shaft. We just rubbed in random directions, trying different
things with no technique. Marcus laid back and let out little moans, his
eyes closed and head back. He looked to be really enjoying himself. I
couldn't wait until it was my turn.

"I think something is happening," Marcus moaned, breaking the
silence. Michael and I picked up the pace. All of a sudden Marcus started
to shudder and spasm, his body going all over the place. I thought
something was wrong. Pretty soon he came to a rest.

"Holy shit," Marcus whispered.

Michael pointed at his now limp crotch.

"You didn't shoot your load," he said simply.

"That doesn't happen till you're older," I said, recalling that day in
health class. "Me next!"

I lay down and closed my eyes. A flurry of action started to happen on my
genitals, and I felt pleasure like I had never done before. Someone was
playing with my smooth balls, rolling them around madly. Someone was
stroking my penis in a rythmatic up and down motion, and I could feel weird
tingling moving down my body. Within a few minutes the pleasure had risen
to a point where I felt I was going to explode, and I did. I started to
shudder up and down my body, my penis now extra sensitive to their every
touch. After about thirty seconds of intense pleasure, my dick became limp
in what turned out to be Michael's hands.

"Wow," was all I had to say. I looked down and saw I didn't shoot anything
either, but I really didn't expect too.

"My turn!" Michael said, laying down and spreading his legs wide. I
examined them. A few dark brown hairs spotted them, but his thighs remained
smooth. He had nickel sized nipples. Marcus and I both reached for his few
pubic hairs, feeling their soft texture. I grabbed his balls, and noticed
they seemed quite larger than mine, although you couldn't really tell from
the outside. Marcus had his shaft. We started to pleasure him and he let
out some loud moans.

"Dude, shut up. My parents will hear," I whispered.

"Sorry," he replied. "Just feels so good."

We continued to stroke and prod for minutes. I could feel his balls
adjusting to the warmth of my hand. All of a sudden I could feel his body
tense up.

"I'm getting to the end!" Michael said as he body jumped into the air. I
watched with amazement as two shots of clear fluid flew from the top of his
penis and into the air. They landed on his chest. After about twenty
seconds he stopped shivering and become soft.

"Cool," Marcus said, pointing at the clear liquid on his stomach.

Michael didn't realize what he had done until Marcus pointed it out. He was
quite proud of himself, being the only one who could squirt.

"If you're such a man, I dare you to eat it," I challenged.

Michael smiled and scooped the fluid into his mouth and swallowed.

"It's good, maybe you can have some next time," he joked. I actually wasn't
too grossed out at the idea, I was curious and wondered what it tasted like
now that Michael said it was good.

"I'm tired," Marcus said, yawning.

"It's one... let's go to bed," I commented.

We all put our boxers on and got into bed. Although I feel asleep fairly
quickly, I could tell Michael was whacking off again by the small
vibrations in the floor. I would have offered to do it for him, but I was
too tired. Within a minute, I fell asleep.

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