Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 19:13:04 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: DANNY

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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DANNY


by 


G. Cutter


I was looking at our fixtures list the other day and I noticed Old
Kingtonian Cricket Club were due to play us in a week's time at home. I
really thought we'd dropped out of their League after we had after a
disastrous season two years ago. It seemed that they may have has the same
trouble last year, we were now back in the same League again, one lower but
who cares, I hate cricket anyway. Unfortunately, I run a Cricket Club bar
but then again cricket is only five months of the year, football rules for
the other seven and that is the period I really enjoy.

Right, now everybody is totally confused and the technicalities out of the
way, lrts get on with with the story.

The last time we'd hosted K.C.C. and drawn by the way I'd just started on a
fresh routine. I'd open up the bar around midday until the start of play
and then close, returning after cricket teas. There were never a lot of
spectators and I got into the habit of leaving the bar key with someone
reliable just in case someone had an emergency. This was before I'd
negotiated a wage for the job and I wasn't really too fussed if they got a
drink or not.

The K.C.C. mob rolled up around twelve thirty pretty early for the match
which didin't start until two o'clock so I took a few quid selling soft
drinks and got them a dressing room sorted out and settled them in, just
the things our own team members were a bit too proud to do. Their umpire
and scorers were wittering on and wandering around like headless chickens,
I have to say the only thing I really dislike more than the 'home boys' are
the pratts who visit.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I had to pee. I locked the till and the
bottom half of the bar door and strolled out to the toilets which were down
the far end of the building between the changing rooms and the showers. I
stood there and was having a good drain down when I sensed someone come in
and stand around three feet away. The usual routine, I glanced to my right
without obviously looking down rather than across. My furtive glance was
met by a cheery grin from a kid who was little more than a child, well at
least to me he was. His eyes blatantly dropped and he studied what was
hanging out. Bugger him, I did the same.

Hell of a shock. This skinny runt who looked to be around fifteen had a
dick like a hosepipe, an uncircumcised hosepipe I hasten to add. I shook
myself dry and stuffed the tackle back into my jeans, he gave me another
cheeky smile and did the same. I left the loo and headed back to the bar, I
could sense this weirdo hot on my tail. Mind you he was rather nice in a
scruffy way, a kind of rougho crew cut, dark hair and enormous ears, he
looked like a slightly bewildered fruit bat to be honest but don't quote me
on that.

Just to put you in the picture, I was twenty at that time, with short
blonde hair and around the six foot mark. I worked on the estate where the
Cricket Club rented and filled in working for them on a cash in hand
basis. I'm one of the people the revenue men love to hate, but bugger
'em. I could live on my weekly wage but I couldn't drive a banger and have
holidays on that sort of money. I'm not a jock by any means but neither am
I a wimp, just your actual Mr Average. For the pervs, the dick was around
six and a bit and circumcised. What I'd seen of our junior flasher he
definitely outranked me in the penis department.

I opened up the bar again and this kid played around with himself ..... on
the pool table that is. Let's sort that one out. Backspace, backspace, he
played pool by himself I was trying to say. He had a pretty grotty off
white t-shirt on which displayed his skinny arms and undoubtedly just as
skinny a torso, just to add to the general scruffiness he had a pair of
black jean baggies on that made him look like a rather badly done up
kitbag. From what I could see with these awful bloody trousers on he seemed
to have a fine high riding bottom but who knows with the garment from
hell. Incidently, it was getting pretty hot even in the Clubhouse and he
kept rolling this t-shirt up exposing his flat belly right upto his dark
pink nipples. Why did I get the idea he was trying to get me going.

Did I mention that I was gay by the way and I did like my little scruffs
although I had to be very careful and I'd just about gone celibate at the
time.

I pulled one shutter down on the bar, it was nearing time to go home, I
fancied a bath and sitting by a fan for a few hours, even a snooze before
returning for the evening session.

'You closing?' He shot over the room like a bat out of hell.

'In a sec,' I gave him my friendly smile, the one I usually reserve for
closing time.

'Can I have a Coke? You gonna watch the match?' All this came out in one
breath.

'Nah, I'm not too fond of cricket,' I served him his Coke and pulled the
other shutter down. 'I'm going home to have a shower and a lie down, it's
too hot for me here.'

'Yeah, I hate cricket but my grandpa's scoring for our lot.'

'Ah, well have a nice day,' I murmured letting him know that he had my
sympathy.

'Where do you live?' He asked brightly. Cheeky sod.

'The other side of the pond, I've got a flat in the first building on the
right.' I don't know why I was telling him this, probably my mouth taking
charge again.

'Can I come with you?' he looked at me with his head on one side like one
of those chirpy sparrows.

I looked at him, I thought I was hearing things. Dunno if he was completely
innocent or an idiot. 'Gotta tell you kid, I'm twenty and you're .....?'

'Thirteen, nearly fourteen,' he gave me a big grin. 'I won't tell if you
don't.'

I was totally and utterly confused, bewildered, you name it. Was this kid
coming onto me or was he on drugs, whichever, he was certainly getting me
going.

'Come on,' he grinned. 'If anyone says anything to me I'll say I'm gonna
feed the ducks or something.'

'Good thinkin, Batman,' I replied dryly. 'Coming on two now, I won't be
coming back until around six.'

'That'll do me,' he gave me that grin again.

'OK, then.' I gave in, he was so insistent. Surely he must know what he was
letting himself in for and at the end of the day if he did prove to be an
inbecile I could always plonk him in front of the video and let him amuse
himself whilst I had a kip. I quickly locked up the bar, hung the sign up
saying I'd be back around six and we were off. We sort of ambled up towards
the pond but no one took any notice, once we were on the bridge we were out
of sight of the cricketers and I increased my pace. The little shit could
be a Godsend, I was getting excited and praying to my gods that he wasn't
just a piss taker or worse still a prick teaser. Who can read an
adoslescent mind?

I managed to get him into my small flat unobserved and we sat down in the
kitchen which was the coolest room in the flat. I had that, a small
bathroom with a dual bath and shower, a little lobby and a living room
where I had a fold out sofa on which I slept. Actually all this was exactly
as I'd left it this morning, a right bloody shambles.

'My name's Danny,' he announced as I guided him into the big room and
switched on a huge fan I'd bought the previous week. 'Kewl,' he did the
thingy with his t-shirt baring his belly and nipples again.

'Mick,' I smiled at him. 'Danny, I've gotta have a bath, can you look after
yourself for a bit?' I turned the afternoon sport on the box.

'Yeah, no probs,' he picked up the remote and switched off the televison, a
very self assured young man. 'What bit do I get to wash,' he looked at me
with his grin firmly in place. 'Front or back,' he added with a whisper.

'Your choice.' I croaked nervously. This kid could get me into a world of
trouble but I just couldn't back down now.

'The front I fancy, he licked across his top lip and flopped onto my
makeshift be. 'Comfy,' he lay out full length and stared up at me.

'I gotta get undressed,' I said like a right berk.

'Go on then,' he continued to look up at me, he had no intention of moving
to give me some privacy.

'OK,' I peeled off my t-shirt and then sat to remove my trainers and socks,
he sat up on the bed and watched me intently. It was a bit embarassing but
I got a little buzz somehow, doing a striptease in front of a nearly
fourteen year old was a bit of a turn on. I was as hard as a chocolate frog
when I unclipped my jeans and dropped them.

'Nice one.' he murmured as I stood there in my briefs which quite honestly
made my erection even more pronounced, I notice he had kicked off his own
trainers and he peeled his socks off. Thank God his feet were clean, I was
beginning to have doubts with the state of his off white t-shirt. Perhaps
it was a new grungy grotty style, you never knew with kids. 'Go on,' he
rasped.

I peeled my briefs down in slomo staring at his face as he lay back and
watched me, a grin spread over his face as my erection sprang up and out,
fully engorged and as ready for action as it gets. 'I'm gonna bath,' I
spoke and broke the spell. As I left the room I looked back. 'You're
supposed to be helping.'  Like a right poseur he outlined his own erection
in his tatty trousers, he was fully hard and it was all I'd expected
..... gotta be between seven and eight, monstrous for a boy of his age and
build.

I got into the bath and it was so hot in the small bathroom that I settle
for the shower attachment leaving the plug out of the bath. I set the water
to slightly warm, tepid I suppose is the word I was looking for and started
to soap up and chill out or cool down I should say.

Nice got nicer as Danny slipped around the door and smirked at me. He was
fully naked and his hefty organ stuck out like a pike. The foreskin had
fully retracted on his ultra hard inner core and the end of his cock was
shiny, the little perv was precuming already.

'Gissa twirl, Dan,' I spoke throught the water noticing that he only had a
tiny dark haired pubic bush and his scrotum was perfectly hairless.

He gave a little giggle and rotated his body. Yeah, I was right, in spite
of his mansized sexual organ he had the high riding bum of a younger teen,
it was beautiful, poetry in flesh. 'You like,' he grinned and turned to
face me.

'Beautiful,' I wiggled my fingers inviting him into the tub and under the
water.

'It's yours,' he laughed and stepped in, I clasped his warm body to mind
and his arms snaked around me holding me tightly as our erections rubbed
against each other.

'How much?' I regretted saying it the moment it was out of my mouth but I
needed to know where this kid was coming from.

'It's a freebee ..... almost.'

'Almost?'

'Yeah,' he slapped me on my wet bottom. 'That's mine.'

'We're in business,' I ducked my head slightly to kiss him on the lips and
he stared at me and then closed his eyes. I felt his pointed tongue probe
at my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. We swayed under the shower
and I felt his massive penis slip betwen my legs and up, the slippery glans
was nudging at the base of my crack.

'I knew when I first saw you,' he opened his eyes and moved his belly
against mine giving my own hardon a soapy wank. 'Did you?' I fondled his
pert bottom revelling in the tactile pleasure of moulding his soft yet firm
flesh in my hands. If he wanted it we were going to fuck the afternoon
away. 'Clean enough now?' he stood back a little and grasping my fleshy rod
together with his began to slowly wank them together.

'I want you,' I looked into his hazel eyes.

'Come and get me then,' he laughed and jumped from the shower taking one of
my towels and left the bathroom at the run. Showtime.

I quickly dried off and still as hard as a rock charged into my room to
find him sprawled on the bed idly wanking himself, he lay there with his
legs wide apart running his clenched fist up and down his big dick
squeezing his foreskin over his glans smearing precum until his bulbous
knob gleamed in the afternoon sun. I got between his legs and ducked my
head for a taster. Grasping his meaty shaft by the base I lapped across his
pee slit tasting the sweetness of his dribbles and finally took the spongy
mass into my mouth and deep into the back of my throat.

'Don't make me cum,' he whispered and I felt his skinny legs go up as he
exposed his pucker. I flipped him over onto his belly and atacked his sweet
ring with my mouth and lips, wetting, lubricating and tasting his sweet
boy's fanny. 'Doggy,' he giggled and hoisted himself up onto his hands and
knees.

I couldn't hold off, he was such a turn on, my dick was dribbling like a
tap and his cute little white bottom drew me like a magnet. I played with
his sphincter with one spit covered finger and slipped inside. He groaned
and pushed back hard. No way was this kid a virgin, I felt a bit happier at
least I wasn't the first one to have done the dirty with this thirteen year
old nympho. I use that word because he was moaning and groaning, pushing
himelf back onto my probing finger as if he wanted fisting. I did think
about it believe me but settled for the real thing.

I'd brought a pot of Pond's Cold Cream from the bathroom and smeared some
onto my cockend until it gleamed and shone, I smeared yet another oozing of
precum over the tip and gently pushed at his ring.

'Aaaah, Micky,' he sighed as my tumescence speared him and entered his
tightness and warmth.

I was assuming he'd shopped about and I assumed quite falsely that he'd be
pretty loose but he wasn't. He was as tight as a budgies bottom. He groaned
and made funny mewing noises as I worked my way in and out sinking deeper
at every mini thrust.

'Yeah, go on, Micky,' he egged me on and started to push back onto my
movement. He was so tight, I groaned with pleasure as I felt the mass of my
hardness sheathed in his flesh and now begining to bottom out. My groin
slapped against his soft bottom and he pushed back hard as if wanting more,
I just held him tightly as if trying to meld him into my body ..... then I
began to fuck.

My God, he was good sex, he did everything, he pushed back as I thrust, he
made those little squeaky noises and at the end he straightened his body up
as I finished off in a magnificent cum. We fell onto our sides and I was
still cuming and spurting a massive load up into his sweet bottom.

'Mickeeee..... you cum like a carthorse,' he wriggled on my spunk spurter
lodged deeply into his heat.

'How many carthorses have you had then?' I kissed the side of his sweaty
neck.

'Loads and loads,' he giggled, he continued to push back onto me as I felt
my poor old worn out dick begin to go limp. 'You're good you know,' he
twittered on. 'I thought you would be.'

'You talk to much,' I moved him around and planted my mouth on his sweet
lips. I tell you people, that boy could kiss, he had a tongue like a snake,
we had to break in the end to take in air.

'How do you want it?' He whispered. Shite. It was payback time. I reached
down and grasped his hot boyhood, it felt like a steel bar and his foreskin
moved like silk on his hard inner core.

'Take it easy, you're a big boy,' I flopped onto my back. I suppose we all
bite off a bit more than we can chew on occasions, this was one of them. I
wanted it but I was scared of it. I'd never met a true 'bottom', a real
lady, most of the kids and youths I'd met up with all wanted to both give
and take and I was happy with that but this kid's dick was something else.

I lay there and allowed him to fold my undercarriage up onto my fuselage as
an Air Cadet friend of mine used to say. He'd found the Pond's and before
you could say 'fuck me' his fingers were at my hole and his oily digits
were up my exhaust pipe. I'll say one thing for him, he was no crash, bang,
wallop merchant. He took his time and he was gentle, I was beginning to
feel better already it helped being as hard as a scaffold pole again.

'You ready for this,' he breathed into my mouth and kissed me, I could feel
his slippery glans probe at my ring.

'Go on,' I spluttered around his darting tongue. I told you it was big and
fat. I'll tell you again: It was big and bloody fat and it hurt but once he
had an inch or so inside me and he'd started to move the pain gave way to a
dull ache and all of a sudden it was good. Christ knows how much sex this
thirteen year old lad had under the belt but he was so good, he was a
bloody expert. I was soon moving with him demanding he go harder, faster,
fill me and fuck me silly.

Tell ya, I don't often let myself go but when I do I pig out.

He was having fun as well, as he fucked he had a massive grin on his
face. He kept on giving me those little butterfly kisses on the forehead
and nose and ramming me like a piledriver. I stroked his skinny hips as he
moved faster and faster, I had to measure this kid but I swear he had a
good seven and a half inches up my slightly battered bum.

'I'm cuming,' he groaned and gave one final thrust that made my teeth
click. He bloody well exploded. I felt hot splashes and his pumping inside
as he voided spurt after spurt of his creamy boy spunk deep in my
belly. He'd commented on my cuming, I had absolutely nothing on him. He jut
spunked and spunked until his sweaty body fell on mine chest to chest and
we lay there puffing and panting with his softening cock nestled in my
juice drenched hole.

That was bloody brilliant sex. I loved it.

That was it. As I recall we had a can of Coke apiece, a bit of a giggle and
a snog and I rolled him onto his back and thrust myself into his hot and
slippery passage. Second innings as my cricketing chums would say. If
anything second time around was even better if a little bit messy. He was
up for seconds as well. If you can imagine a sex starved stick insect
you've got Danny to a T.

He was all arms and legs, a bit like a demented spider on speed but oh boy,
could he fuck.

Anywhere there you go, that was a couple of years back and today is now.

I was propping up the bar in my usual manner and the first cars were
rolling up. Old Kingtonians were nice and early, shades of two years
ago. No sign of the kid I was looking for, no prizes for guessing who. I
wondered if perhaps he was locked up, it wouldn't surprise me.

I uncapped a Fosters Ice and gazed moodily out of the big windows at the
square, the captains were out there already with the umpire, it was toss of
the coin time.

'Hey, hey, Micky boy.' I heard a shout and spun around to see my boy
standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. What a bloody
change. He was still what you'd called gangly but he'd filled out, the
grotty t-shirt and shabby jeans were gone, he now had a nice blue polo
shirt on with clean khaki cargoes but he was the same old Danny. I realised
he was now fifteen or sixteen.

'How are you Danny,' I greeted him. 'You never did phone.'

Nah, I'm no good like that,' he waved away a couple of months of my
heatbreak and lust just like that. Kids, eh

'You off this afternoon?' he looked at me and smirked.

'Yeah,' I replied gloomily. 'I've moved though.'

'Aw, shit.' His face dropped. 'Where do you live now then?'

'Next door, I gotta staff house.' I laughed and began to pull the shutters
down.


				  THE END


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