Date: Thu, 01 Oct 1998 19:58:07 PDT
From: wbyz@hotmail.com
Subject: The Book of Daniel

From The Book of Daniel
Part One:  A boy Named Daniel
by
Huck

"You want me to cut your yard, Mr. Weeks?" 
Dark brown eyes gazed up at me -- the kind of eyes that I find hard to 
resist.  He was eleven then, almost twelve.  His smooth skin was tanned 
and silky.  Shirtless and smiling he had come to me.
I live on the outskirts of a small southern town where I run the 
hardware business that my daddy handed over to me before he died.  His 
father had given it to him and he passed the torch.  I wasn't rich, but 
I had enough to live comfortably.  Everyone wondered about me, after 
all, I was twenty-nine and had never been married.  "Hell, let `em 
wonder," was always my response.  I wasn't about to go find myself a 
woman just to keep folks from wondering.  I don't like women anyway.  I 
like younger men.  I'd had a couple of lovers, but they both lived over 
in the county seat, twenty-five miles away and a whole other world apart 
from my hometown.
I knew everyone in town -- all the kids too, but I had never seen this kid 
before.  "Are you from here?" I asked his dark brown eyes.
"Just moved here," he said, uncomfortable with the question.  My 
grandmama said to come over and see did you want your yard cut," he 
added.
"Who is your grandmama?" I asked.
"Flo Jackson," he replied.
"I didn't know Flo had a grandson.  Fact, I didn't know Flo had any 
family other than her brother over in Jacobs county."  I looked at the 
boy.  "How much you charge to cut just the front?" I asked.
"How much you give me?"
"Does thirty-five sound right to you?"
He smiled at me.  Even white teeth separated full lips.  "Deal," he said 
and stuck out his hand.  When our hands met, electricity went through 
me.  I dismissed it as being overly horny, something I would take care 
of over the weekend when I drove the seventy-five miles to the Big Easy 
for some quick and painless sex with a rent-a-boy.
I have a big front yard.  It's about an acre's worth of grass and 
azaleas and pine trees.  After about an hour, my brown-eyed worker was 
about three quarters finished.  I walked to the side door and waved him 
up to the house.  "I got iced tea, cola, or milk -- your choice," I offered 
when he got up to the door.
"Cola," he said. Why wasn't I surprised.
We sat out under the big oak on a deck I had built a year earlier, 
sipping cola and eating cookies that I had managed to find under a box 
of saltines.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Daniel," he said.
"You go by Dan or Danny?"
"Daniel," he repeated.
"You visiting your grandmama?" I quizzed him.
"Living with her," he replied.  He looked at me and smiled.  "May I have 
another cookie?"
I handed him the box.  "Eat as much as you want," I offered.  "Where are 
you from?"
"Lafayette," he answered after taking a bite of the cookie so that he 
spit cookie crumbs when he got to the "f" and the "t".
After more small talk, he excused himself and took his mower and 
finished.  As I paid him the thirty-five promised, I told him that the 
back would need cutting in two or three days.  He grinned and said he 
would see me on Thursday afternoon.
For some reason, when Thursday morning came, I was excited about the 
prospects of seeing Daniel again.  I reproached myself for acting so 
silly about such a young kid, but I had thought of nothing else but his 
soft looking, silky skin and those big brown eyes.  I wanted to see him 
again.  After telling James, my store manager, that I was going home 
early, I jumped into my car and sped home, hoping that he had not 
forgotten.  When I pulled up the drive, I was delighted to see his 
rusty-red mower parked at my front door.  Daniel walked around front 
just as I was getting out of the car.
"Your back yard is bigger than your front yard," he stated.
"Hello, Daniel," I said, ignoring his business-like greeting.
"Hi, Mr. Weeks," he said, smiling.
 "Forget the `Mr. Weeks' crap," I said.  "I'm not that much older than 
you.  Call me Phil."
I looked at him and then at his rusty mower.  "Tell you what," I rubbed 
my chin.  "I'll give you forty-five for the back yard."
He smiled his answer.
I watched him out of the french doors in my den.  The sun played on his 
back, showing young muscles cutting their way to the surface of that 
silky tanned skin.  My dick was hard by the time he finished cranking 
his mower.  Knowing he couldn't see me in my dark den, I jerked off 
watching him work up a sweat, which made his back glisten in the 
afternoon sun.
As he was finishing up, I brought out a tray with cola and some 
sandwiches and sat down with them by my pool.  "Come on over," I yelled 
across the yard.  He pushed his mower toward the pool making young 
muscles play under that incredible skin.
"You thirsty?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah."
"Have a sandwich too," I offered.
"Thanks."  He grabbed a drink and a sandwich and sat in the chair next 
to mine.  I was feeling pretty lucky at that moment.  His face was not 
handsome.  That would come later when he was older, but he was one of 
the cutest boys I had seen in a long time.  His dark eyes gave him a 
mysterious look, as if he was hiding a great secret that everyone would 
want to know.  He had that pouty mouth that the modeling agencies go 
bananas over, and a little turned up nose.  His teeth were even and 
straight and he showed them often when he smiled.  I watched him eat his 
sandwich and drink his cola.
"You like to swim?" I asked.
"Yeah!" he said, enthusiastically.
"Anytime you wanna swim, come on over and I'll let you use my pool."
"I can clean it for you," he offered, "I know how.  I used to clean the 
pools at the apartments when I lived in Lafayette."
"I just cleaned it yesterday, but you can clean it next time if you 
want."
"You're real nice, Phil."  He smiled at me.
I smiled back.
Daniel was waiting for me the next day when I came in from work.  Had I 
known he would be waiting, I would have rushed home.  As I was getting 
out of the car, he walked shyly up and asked me if he could go swimming.  
"Sure."  I said.  "In fact, I was planning on going in myself," I said.  
I really wasn't planning on swimming until he asked.  "Come on in while 
I change."
"I need to change too," he grinned holding up a pair of swimming trunks.
Daniel followed me upstairs.  I made no pretense of offering separate 
changing rooms and he followed me into my bedroom.  The whole way 
through the house he was looking at all of my electronic "toys".  I 
pulled a pair of trunks out of one of my dresser drawers and started 
stripping down and Daniel did likewise.  I glanced over at him as often 
as I dared. When he peeled down his boxers, the most beautiful boy dick 
fell out.  It was uncircumcised and about four inches long on soft.  His 
little balls had not fully developed which made his dick look enormous.  
I couldn't tell from the glance if he had any hair growing around his 
dick yet, but I supposed that it would not be long before he would start 
sprouting pubes.  As I pulled down my boxers, I was simi-hard and when I 
looked up at Daniel, he was gazing at my half swollen dick.  When he saw 
me looking at him, he smiled and said, "Boy, Phil, you sure are hung."
I laughed and said, "You got a pretty good start going yourself."  I 
looked at him for a moment and noticed that his dick was beginning to 
swell.  We just stood there looking at each other while our dicks raised 
themselves to full mast.  "You like to jerk off?" I asked him.  He 
nodded his head up and down enthusiastically.  I started stroking 
myself.  He mirrored me.
I moved over by him and he never took his eyes off of me as I reached 
out and took hold of his boydick.  "You like that?" I asked him as I 
stroked it up and down.  Again, he nodded enthusiastically.  He reached 
up and took hold of mine and stroked gently.
I guided him over to the bed and laid him down next to me and we 
continued to rub each other's cocks.  He closed his eyes and a soft moan 
escaped his lips as I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close to 
me.  I gently rubbed that soft incredible skin and nuzzled his neck with 
my lips.  He started moaning and rubbing my back with both hands.  I 
worked my lips down to his chest and stopped at each flat, undeveloped 
little nipple, teasing it to attention with the tip of my tongue.  As I 
worked my way down to his belly button, his moaning intensified and his 
dick's throbbing was pressing against my chest, begging for attention.  
My tongue did dances around and in his belly button and each time his 
dick would throb to attention, he would utter a soft "Ohhh."
As I left his belly button I kissed and licked my way down to his 
crotch, careful not to touch his dick.  I worked around it for a minute 
or so and then I just stopped.  I raised my head up to look at his 
beautiful face.  When I stopped, he raised up and looked a me, a 
question forming on his face.  I just smiled, grabbed his cock and 
plunged the whole thing into my mouth.  I did it so unexpectedly that 
when my lips reached the tiny hairs beginning to grow at the base of his 
dick, he yelled out and started bucking his hips and fucking me in the 
mouth.
He face fucked me for a few minutes and then I pulled off and started 
licking and sucking his balls.  His dick head was now a bright reddish 
color and I know he was needing release, but I concentrated on his balls 
as I swung around in a sixty-nine position.  I didn't need to say 
anything.  He immediately engulfed my dick and I had to raise up to see 
what that cute face looked like with those pouty lips wrapped around my 
dick.  I moaned softly as he bobbed up and down on me, tonguing my cock 
head tenderly.
I went back to work on his balls and then began licking underneath the 
small sacs.  He pulled his legs up to give me better access and I licked 
closer and closer to his little rose bud between those adorable cheeks.  
As I started to flick my tongue against his hole, he began to whimper.  
He was bobbing up and down on me like crazy!  I was moaning and he was 
whimpering, our hands caressing one another's bodies -- touching, feeling, 
exploring.  I started inching my tongue into his hole and he pulled his 
legs tight against himself to allow me access.  I plunged my tongue into 
his hole and began tongue fucking him.  He pulled off of my dick and 
said, "Phil, fuck me.  Fuck me, please!"
I got up and positioned him next to the edge of the bed.  I put a pillow 
under his hips to raise him into position, then I took my dick, wet with 
his boy spit and pushed the head against his quivering opening.  I eased 
it in as he pulled his ass cheeks apart, wanting all of me.
At first, his hole wouldn't allow me in, but then, as he began to relax, 
I felt the head easing inside.  When my whole head was inside him, I 
looked at him and asked, "Am I hurting you?"
He shook his head, so I continued.  When my dick was about halfway in, 
his little hole opened up for me and sucked my dick all the way in.  I 
lay on top of him, quivering.  I had never experienced such an 
incredible feeling before and I wanted to revel in the moment.  His 
insides were wrapped tightly around my dick and his excitement was 
making the walls of his rectum spasm so it felt like he was trying to 
take my dick further inside him.
As I lay there, I began kissing him on the neck.  He turned his face 
toward mine and pulled my head toward him, guiding my lips toward his.  
When our lips touched it felt like electricity was running through me.  
My body was covered with goose-flesh as the intense feeling coursed 
through me.
We lay there kissing and holding each other for several minutes when I 
began to slowly fuck him.  He wrapped his arms around me and kept 
saying, "Phil, fuck me hard.  Fuck me, Phil."  It almost sounded like he 
was sobbing.  Wave after wave of the intense feeling coursed through my 
entire body.  It felt like even my toes were orgasming.  Just as I felt 
I could hold back no longer, Daniel let out a loud growl as his dick 
bounced between us.  I felt him spasm over and over as his immature 
little cock jetted out a few drops of boy juice.  Just as his rectum 
squeezed my dick the first time, I plunged deep inside him and let my 
juices fill him.  We both lay there jerking and moaning.
We lay there for at least five minutes, my dick jerking inside of him.  
Each time my dick jerked, his rectum tightened and his dick would throb 
in response.  I started to get up, but he tightened his legs and arms 
around me, holding me to him.  I could have stayed there for days, it 
felt so good up inside of him.  Our hearts beat together.  Our minds 
mingled.
He nuzzled my ear with his lips.  I stroked the back of his neck with my 
fingertips, feeling where his hair line began.  As we lay there, we 
melted together, body and soul.  Finally, I pulled up and he let me go.  
I pulled out of him with a plop, which set us both to laughing 
uncontrollably.  As he lay there chuckling and smiling, I fell in love 
with him.
We lay next to each other for at least an hour, alternately stroking 
each other's bodies and then kissing.  I had long since licked his tiny 
droplets of cum from his chest and stomach, savoring each as if it was a 
gourmet delight.  He lay on his back and I ran my fingers up and down 
the center of his torso, from his newly developing adam's apple to his 
navel, feeling the tiny hairs that gave him a velvety look and feel.  He 
was covered with those tiny golden hairs and something about them drove 
me crazy.  I wanted him with me forever.
Something happened to me as we lay there.  I've since reasoned that I 
fell in love with him.  The emotions that he made me feel were new to 
me.  My other lovers had never affected me this way.  I told them I 
loved them, but it wasn't the same.  I guess I was comfortable with 
them, attracted to them, maybe even fond of them, but if what I was 
feeling for Daniel was love, what I felt for them came nothing close to 
what I felt for him.
We took a shower together and I washed him, and he washed me.  We spent 
a lot of time kissing.  Sometimes I would initiate it.  Sometimes he 
would pull me down and send his tongue into my mouth.  Before it was 
over with, we were both hard and ready to go again.  I got out of the 
shower and toweled off and then toweled him off, paying special 
attention to his dick and balls.  Then, I reached down and picked him up 
in my arms and carried him to the bed.  I gently lay him down and 
snuggled up against him.  "I want to taste you," I whispered.
"Me too," he smiled.
We kissed deeply, each groping the other's crotch.  I swung around in a 
sixty-nine position and started working on his throbbing boy dick, while 
his cute face bobbed up and down on my seven inch hard.  As we sucked 
each other I slipped my finger into his boy hole and began finger 
fucking him.  He moaned and sucked me and then I felt his finger working 
itself into my hole.
He rubbed the hole toward the front, where most of the nerve endings are 
located and made me start quivering as before.  After about five minutes 
of that, I exploded into his mouth.  As he was taking my last shot, he 
exploded into me, sending warm drops of boy cum down my throat.  After 
he had finished orgasming, he jumped up and sat straddle my chest.  "I 
gotta go.  It's getting dark out and grandmama will be worried."  Then 
he looked deep into my eyes and said with a smile, "but I'll be back 
tomorrow."
When I walked him to the front door, I kissed him long and hard.  I 
pulled back before I got both of us hard again.  He gazed up at me and 
said, "You make me happy."  And he turned and disappeared out the door.
I watched him walk down the drive, pushing his rusty red mower.  He 
whistled as he walked.  When he got to the end of the drive, he turned 
and waved.