From: dai@shell.accesscom.com (David J. Hough) Subject: Story: "Danny and I" (m/b; oral; anal; true; love story) Date: Thu, 19 Feb 1998 05:51:14 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Keywords: xmb xoral xanal xtrue This story is true - although it happened 30 years ago Danny and I I first met Danny at the local YMCA pool. He looked to be about twelve years old but was, (I was later to learn) almost fourteen and a half. He had come late into puberty and had received the ridiculing of his classmates for a number of years. He had reddish blond hair, a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and blue eyes. Not a beautiful boy - at least probably not to anyone other than myself. But his smile was something else. The first time he smiled at me, I lost my heart. Now back in 1964 swimming at the YMCA was "suits optional." Many of the men and nearly all of the pre-pubescent boys did not wear anything to swim. A lot of the teenagers did. I found out from Danny later, that most of them did because of the same problem that you have of getting hard or semi-hard every half hour or so. Of course back then they didn't wear these very ugly baggy shorts that they do today but wore either fairly short and tight shorts or even some suits very much like speedos. Which of course reminds me that I thought teens look sexier back then than they do now when most teen boys seem to love to wear baggy clothes. But I digress. Anyway, to get back to Danny. Since the school summer vacation had started just two weeks before, a lot of the kids were at the pool every day and I had seen Danny a couple of times before, but had never talked to him. (Probably would never have thought to talk to him, either). I worked nights at this time, so at about 1pm every day would take the short walk to the Y and go swimming. I had rented a nice small cottage on the back of a piece of property owned by a little old lady. She traveled quite a bit, and to help out with the rent, I would look after the property while she was gone. I was feeling pretty good about myself after having lost all my extra weight while in the Navy. So for the first time in my life I was not self-conscious about my body. I had just got to the locker room when he comes running in - slips on the tile floor and sits down very, very hard on his butt, also managing to hit his head against one of the lockers. For a few seconds he is out cold. I rush over to help him. By the time I have looked to make sure that he was not bleeding, he was coming around. I told him to lie still while I checked the back of his head to make sure that there were no deep wounds. I felt pretty sure that there were not since I had seen no blood, but I wanted him to lie still in case he had injured himself inside. Anyway, other than a headache and a very sore tail bone he appeared all right. Like any adult, I was stupid enough to tell him that he ought not to be running on wet tile. I then found out that he had been running from a couple of real bullies. You know the type. High school jocks who think nothing of chasing after and picking on someone smaller than themselves. He didn't feel too good about not being able to go back in the pool after spending his allowance to get in, but he didn't want to go back out there and be having to hide from them for the rest of the afternoon. I suggested that we both go out there together and if they thought I was his big brother or something they would leave him alone and he could enjoy himself. That was the first time he smiled at me. I melted inside. I took my clothes off and started to walk out - I had intended on swimming in the buff. He looked at me and blushed. I saw that he took quick glances down "there" but tried to appear as though he were not looking. He asked me if I was going out like that and I told him yes. He appeared embarrased, so I told him that if it would make him feel better, I would put on some trunks. I kept some in a locker there along with some gym clothes for those times that the Y allowed families in to swim. I put them on and we went out to the pool. For the next three or so hours we had fun and talked. We chased and dunked each other and I would throw him in the deep end. He was a good swimmer. In fact better than I was. By the end of the day, the two of us, and a couple of the other smaller boys were laughing so hard the staff practically threw us out of the place. I saw him about every other day after that for the next two weeks. We talked a lot and besides telling me about school and things, he told me a little about himself. He had been born in Poland and came over to this country when he was six months old. His father had been an engineer in Poland and could not find the type of job he thought he deserved. He wasn't making as much money as he thought his education warrented as a technician. It turned out that his father was an alcoholic and because of that his mother had become very religious. His father was also abusive. Mostly mental abuse such as calling Danny stupid all the time, since he had a hard time with math and he called him a wimp and sissy because he was not into sports like the other boys, and sometimes he was physically abusive. (I have a very hard time understanding how anyone can hurt a kid - don't get me wrong - I am not against a child getting a spanking - but to beat and injure a child I just cannot fathom). Then two things happened simultaneously that led to our becoming involved with each other. The first was that his father had come home early just as Danny was leaving for the Y. He had been fired and he was drunk. He hit Danny across the face with his fist. (Remember, this was over 30 years ago, long before parents could be arrested for what would be now child abuse). There was a good sized bruise on Dannys' cheek just below the eye. I was pissed to say the least. If I had thought that it would have made things any better for Danny, I think I would have gone over to his house and given his father some of the same medicine. However, Danny said that he would just wait around somewhere until he could be sure that his father had drunk himself to sleep. Not really thinking about it, I invited him to my place where he could at least spend the evening in comfort and watch some TV with me. He loved the idea. At that point I really feel that neither one of us had sex on our minds. The second thing that happened was that while we were swimming that day, a water line had burst and there was no water for the showers. Now of course, we both wanted to wash the chlorine from the pool from our bodies. So I suggested to him that we should both carry our clothes back to my place and we could take our showers there. He agreed. Once at my place, I told him to take his shower first and I would get him a fresh towel and bring him a soda. He undressed and took his shower and stepped out. Just as I was about to step in and take my shower, he came up to me and started to give me a hug and mumbled something about "thank you for being nice to me." Just as he clung to me a bit tighter, he sprang a monster (for him) hard-on and ejaculated all over my belly and thighs. It happened so fast that neither one of us had any warning. With a look of utter shock on his face, that had turned bright red with embarrasment, tears started to run down his cheeks. He couldn't stop trying to apologizing or crying. He was so shook up that he was stuttering. I tried telling him not to worry about it. He seemed not to know which action he wanted to take first; cover his nakedness or cover his face. I told him over and over that it was a perfectly natural reaction to the situation. I took a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He kept mumbling, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry." Pulling on a pair of shorts I picked him up and carried him into the living room. I sat down with him in my lap and gently stroked his hair. Again and again I softly told him that it was all right, that I was not mad at him and that what had happened was not something bad. It took me a long while for me to convince him that I was not mad at him or in any way thought he was weird or sick in the head. He was almost ready to run out of the apartment because he thought I would not want to be with him anymore. He gradually calmed down enough to relax and put his head on my shoulder, I gently rubbed my hand up and down his back. His sobbing abated and his breathing became normal, in fact he even fell asleep in my arms for a while. Twenty minutes later he awoke with a start. Still wrapped in my arms and I was slowly rocking him. After he realized where he was, he again relaxed and I kissed him on the forehead. I asked him if he felt better, and he nodded yes, but again started to apologize. I stopped him. I told him again that it was something perfectly natural and in fact, that I was very flattered. He looked at me quizzically. I told him that I was thanking him for finding me sexy enough for that too have happened. Again he turned bright red, but smiled. At that point I took the bull by the horns and said "I am sure you can feel by that bulge under your butt how sexy I think you are." Oh, thank god, he did not push me away. Instead, he slowly and gently began rocking against it. I had the hardest erection that I had ever had. I again kissed him on the forehead and then on the end of his nose. He giggled. Again I dared. I kissed him gently on the lips. Not for long, but long enough for him to know what that kiss meant. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and kissed me there, meantime he was still rocking his butt against my erection. I whispered in his ear that if he kept that up I was going to "cum" in my shorts. Again he giggled. He then shyly whispered in my ear, "can I see yours." I pulled my head back and looked in his eyes. I saw fear, excitement, pleasure and hope. Still holding him I got up and moved over to the couch. I set him down and pulled my shorts off. My erection stood straight out. I sat down next to him and he half turned to me and was looking at it with great curiosity. "Yours is different than mine," he said. That is because I am circumcised, and I explained the reasons for some boys being cut or uncut. I told him that it was probably because he had been born in Poland that he was uncut. "Will mine ever get as big as yours?" he asked. I told him that it quite possibly could get bigger since at five and a half inches I was slightly smaller than average in size. "A lot of the kids at school really tease me a lot because mine is small," he said. "I didn't even start to have hair until earlier this year and it was not long before that, that I started to spurt." Again he was blushing with embarrasment. He started to reach out and touch my penis, stopped and looked at me. I nodded, ok. He wrapped his hand around it. A shock went up my spine and I ejaculated all over the two of us. "See," I grinned, "I told you that you had the same effect on me." He laughed and then began to cry again and fell against my chest and sobbed into my neck. "What's wrong Danny," I asked. I was so afraid that I had scared him, and that he would not want to have anything to do with me again. He spluttered and stuttered, but I finally understood that he was so happy inside and for the first time in a long time he did not have this knot in his stomach. He didn't know why he was crying, when he felt like laughing. I decided that then was not the time to try to explain that you can also cry for happiness. He shyly looked down at my lap again. I reached for my shorts and wiped my cum off the two of us. He reached down and again took it in his hand and I started to stiffen again. He began to slowly jack me off. "Can I see and touch yours?" I whispered. He nodded. I unwrapped the towel from around his waist. He was already hard. I took it gently in my hand and pulled back the foreskin. The glans was still a little sticky from his previous ejaculation. We began a slow masturbation of each other. He was almost purring with pleasure. Less than a minute later he warned me that he was just about to cum again, and I told him that so was I. Although we did not cum simultaneously, it was close enough. We ejaculated over each others stomachs. I pulled him close to me with my free arm, still holding his softening penis, as he held mine. Again, I kissed him gently on the lips and he kissed me back. We both fell asleep in each others arms with the fresh spilled sperm still between us. We didn't care. We were at peace. When I got to the Y the next day, Danny was already waiting for me. This was a little unusual, since it was usual for him to be there only every other day. Fear clenched my gut - was he going to tell me that he regretted what we had done and didn't want to see me anymore. That and a thousand other bad thoughts raced through my mind. As I came closer to him, he smiled and blushed at the same time. The bruise on his cheek that his father had put there the day before was more noticeable. I got angry all over again. He looked down at his feet and started shuffling them with embarassment. I took his chin in my hand and lifted his head. I asked him what was up. He started to answer a couple of times, but seemed unable to say a word. He was constantly looking around as if looking to see who was watching. When I suggested that we go across the street to the park and sit on the grass, he nodded his head and let out a sigh of relief. As we crossed the street I put an arm around his shoulder, he looked at it for a second and then moved his hand up towards my hand. I thought, "here it comes, he is going to push my hand away, and then he is going to tell me not to touch him." He surprised me. He took one of my fingers in his hand and clenched it. He shyly smiled at me and clenched my finger tighter. I started to remove my hand and arm from around him, and he said, "Please, no - leave it there, please." Of course, I was only too happy to oblige. We sat down together on the grass at the far end of the park, many hundreds of feet from the nearest people. I looked at him. He was staring at the ground. He couldn't seem to get any words out. "Are you angry about what happened yesterday?" he asked. "No, no, no and no," I said back "Why would I be angry about that, I think what happened between us was beautiful." "Why? Are you angry about it?" I asked him. "Oh, no!" he cried out, and then looked around to see if anyone else had heard his raised voice. "No I liked it so much, that when I got home, I went straight to bed and jacked off thinking about it. It felt good." Then thinking about what he had said he quickly added, "But not as good as when we did it together." I laughed. He looked startled. "I am not laughing at you Danny, I hope you understand that I am laughing for you and us both." He looked puzzled. I explained that I had got home later, after work and did exactly the same thing and thinking the same thing. He chuckled also. His hand was laying beside his leg on the grass. I took it in mine. He looked around self-consciously, to see if anyone else was looking. He then squeezed my hand and smiled. Again, I melted. I took my hand away before it became too obvious and asked him if there was anything else he wanted to talk about. He said he hoped I liked him enough that I would want to do "it" with him again. I told him that I would love to do "it" with him anytime, but that I would still like him very much, even if we never did it again. He gave me that glorious smile again, quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and leaned across and kissed me on the cheek. I felt on top of the world. We went back across the street and went swimming. I still wore my trunks so that he would not be embarassed (but within a week he started to leave them off, first by telling me that he had accidently forgotten them and finally coming out and telling me that he no longer felt that he needed them - I felt very happy about this, not because I could see him naked - which was an added bonus, although I could see him naked almost any evening - but because it made me feel that I was having a positive influence on him) and spent the next three hours enjoying ourselves. A couple of the boys a year or two younger than he that we had had fun with the day before joined us in our fun. It was also great to see a couple of boys in his own age group join us. Danny was happy. He smiled from ear to ear. Later that afternoon I took him to the movies. He was excited, since he rarely got to go. His family never went and the only times that he had gone other than on a Saturday by himself, was when one of his few friends would imvite him to go along with their family. He also enjoyed the fact that he could hold hands with me. He told me later that he wished that he could have snuggled up on my lap, but we saved that for when we got back to my place. That evening, we took a shower together again (and oh how he enjoyed washing me - looking at everything, from head to toe - and I of course loved washing him) then spent the evening watching TV. We remained naked, and he climbed on my lap. I ran my hands up and down his body and finally began to slowly jack him off. He loved it. He was constantly turning his head and kissing me. After he came, he jacked me off and after cleaning us both off I lay down with him in my arms on the couch and just hugged and kissed him for over an hour. It was not until two weeks later that we did any other type of sex thing. Although he came over most evenings before I went to work, he could not always get out of the house. I then gave him his own key to get in, and the very next morning while I was still asleep after work he let himself in, undressed completely and climbed into bed with me. Oh, how glorious it felt to wake up with him in my arms. That morning, although I had not intended too, when I did awaken with him there snuggled up next to me, started kissing him all over his body. Before I really knew what I was doing I was sucking on his nipples. As they got hard, he was groaning. Not from pain, but from pure pleasure. I slowly kissed down his body across his stomach and reached his hard dick. I didn't even try to stop myself. I swallowed his stiffness all the way. Almost immediately he came. His body arched and his hips where jerking up and down. Finally when he had filled my mouth, he collapsed on the bed. He couldn't believe the feelings that he had felt. He asked me if his "cum" was not gross. I told him no way. I thought he tasted delicious and told him so. I started tiggling him and sucking on his balls and nipples and anywhere else that I could get my mouth. He started to get hard again and I again took him into my mouth and (since he had already cum once) spent the next glorious 30 minutes sucking him off. I then got him to take a shower with me and we washed each other till we shone. That day instead of going to the Y, I took him to the beach. Again, someplace that he very seldom went. We had a glorious time swimming and laying in the sun and eating hot dogs. By the time the day was over he didn't want to leave. He wanted to spend the night with me. I reminded him that I had to go to work, but told him that some time soon on one of my days off, we would see about arranging for him to spend the night. The next morning I awoke with his hot mouth on my dick. After groaning and purring with the intense feelings, I asked him if he was sure that he wanted to do that. He nodded his head without taking me out of his mouth. Although, a minute or so later, he lifted his head off and told me that he wanted to make me feel as good as I had made him feel. He immediately went back to what he was doing. Oh, it felt good. I grabbed him and turned him around on the bed so that I could go down on him. He had me really turned on. I came before he did, and although he gagged a little he swallowed and kept on sucking until he came into my mouth. When I asked him if it had grossed him out, he lunged into my arms and stuck his tongue in my mouth and told me that in no way did it bother him although he had not been prepared for the amount that I had ejaculated. I then told him that we would have to "69" again sometime, and soon I hoped. He asked what I meant by 69 and taking a piece of paper I showed and explained it to him. He laughed. "Yeah," he said, "I definitely want to do that again." We lay there and hugged and kissed each other for a while. Over the next few weeks not only did we have great 69's and jack-offs, but I also took him to "Knott's Berry Farm" and a couple of Museums. We went to the Egyptian Museum in LA and he was thrilled. He had never known that there were such places. By telling his mother a lie (which neither one of us liked doing) we arranged for him to stay over on one of the rare weekends that I had off. The lie we told was that he had been invited to stay at a cabin at Big Bear with a friend from school and his family. Luckily his mother never questioned it. That weekend was the first, of what turned out to be many wonderful times with this boy who had become my life. On that Friday morning, I picked him up early at the Y and took him to Disneyland. He had never been before and I wanted to start the weekend off with some fun. He loved it. We must have ridden every ride at least twice, almost made ourselves sick with hot-dogs and other snacks and in general just enjoyed ourselves. Friday night was the first time that we had spent all night together. It was fantastic. All evening long he sat in my lap and watched TV. Nothing spectacular, you may say. But just being able to sit there and be together without worrying about rushing him home and me off to work was heaven. We hugged and cuddled. Kissed and tickled, and tickled and kissed. Sounds sort of silly doesn't it. We didn't care. We were together. At 11pm, after having got up from my lap to go pee, Danny came back and just staring into my eyes, he took my hand, and led me into my bedroom. He slowly undressed me. Taking my shirt off, he ran his hands hands up and down my chest. Leaning forward he kissed me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and played with my tongue. Meanwhile, his hands were gently squeezing my nipples and running through the sparse hair on my chest. Lowering his hands, he undid my belt and unzipped my pants. He moved his mouth to my nipples and began sucking and nibbling on them, spending a minute or two on the left one and then moving to the right one. Back and forth several times. My nipples of course where hard with arousal. By this time his hands where running over my erection on the outside of my underwear. God, I was so hot. He pushed me so that I had to sit on the side of the bed. He knelt down and removed my shoes and socks and then pulled off my pants. In just my shorts, sitting there, I had him stand in front of me and I did the same things to him. Laying back on the bed, I pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him as he did to me. We laid there rubbing against each other and kissing. He sneaked his hand under my waistband and gently wrapped his hand around my cock. I was sooooo hard. My shorts and glans were soaked with pre-cum. I slipped my hands into the back of his shorts and began rubbing the cheeks of his butt. He stopped and pulled away a little. I asked him if there was something wrong, although he did not look upset. "Nothing," he said, "I just don't want to cum too quickly this time. I want it to last for as long as we can since we have all night." We lay there for a time in each others arms gently rocking against each other. But all too soon, the heat arose in us. Danny pulled my shorts off and began to really explore my body. He took several long minutes just looking at and gently jacking me off. He spread my legs a little and took my balls in his hand. He pulled the skin tight over them. He played with my pubic hair and twirled it around his finger. Just from this gentle exploration I was becoming very aroused and felt very close to ejaculation. I stopped him and pushed him back down against the bed. I removed his underwear and did exactly the same thing to him. Only with him, I gently pulled back the foreskin. I leaned down and licked the head. He tasted of young boy. There was a mixture of pre-cum and a little urine. Perfectly natural, I later found out, but at first I was not sure that I wanted that. I wiped his glans off and took him in my mouth. He groaned with pleasure. He whipped around so that we were in a 69 position. We took each other and finally brought each other off to a mind blowing orgasm. Turning around again, we slipped off to sleep in each others arms. A couple of hours later I awoke to Danny leaning up on one elbow looking at me and playing with my cock again. I smiled. He smiled and leant forward and kissed me. "I love you, David," he said softly. With tears running down my cheeks, I pulled him against me, and kissing him below his ear, I whispered "I love you also, Danny. Very, very much." Slowly and gently we masturbated each other to orgasm and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning, I awoke first and for about fifteen minutes just lay there looking at this boy. I could not get enough of him. He looked so angelic and handsome in his sleep, breathing slowly and deeply. I started to get aroused again, but stopped myself, since we had things to do that day, and kissed him awake. "Come on sleepy-head. Time to get up and get going. We have a long way to go before the next item on the agenda." I said. He looked at me. I lay there looking at him, not saying a word. "Well, are you going to tell me or not?" he asked. "Oh," I said, sounding surprised. "Did you want to know what the plans are for the rest of this weekend?" He playfully slapped my upper arm. "Don't tease me," he said. "Please tell me what we are going to do today." "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell," I said drawing out the word. "Just so that what you told your mother is not a complete lie, I rented a cabin for the night for just the two of us up at Big Bear and thought we would go fishing, swimming and have a Bar-B-Que." "Really," he squealed. "I have never been fishing before." But then he looked crestfallen. "What's wrong, Buddy." I asked. Of course I had some idea of the problem that he had just thought of. "I didn't bring a swimsuit," he said, "and now I won't be able to go swimming with you - damn. I certainly don't want to go home now to pick one up." I got off the bed smiling. I walked to my dresser and pulling out one of the drawers, I gave him a package. "Happy late birthday, sweetheart." He looked at me and then looked down at the package. "Well, aren't you going to open it?" I asked. He had tears rolling down his cheeks. I hurried across to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "What's wrong, Danny?" I asked. Between the sobs he told me that he had never been able to buy me anything since he never had any money, and he felt bad. "Oh, honey," I said, "I am sorry, I never even thought about you buying me anything, just having you here with me is more than enough." But he was not satisfied with this. "But I want to be able to give you things once in a while too." I wracked my brain trying to think of something to say that would make him feel better. Then it struck me. "I'll tell you what, buddy. Mrs. Andrews, the women who owns this place has told me that she wants to hire someone to cut the lawn here, and I am sure that I can get you the job so that you have some money of your own. And you know what?" He looked at me with those tear stained cheeks and shook his head. "It will give us a real good excuse as to why you are over here at my place if anyone should ever ask questions." His eyes widened. "Yeah," he said, and finally smiled. His face lit up, and his arms wrapped around me and his lips were on mine. "Well, aren't you going to open it?" I asked. "It may not be what you want." He looked at the package, looked back at me, looked down again and began to rip off the paper. He opened the box inside and again his eyes widened. He reached in and pulled out a red "Speedo" swim suit. I then told him that I had bought myself a matching pair so that we would be alike. I got up and went to the bathroom and wetting a facecloth came back and wiped his face. He smiled. "Well?" I asked, "are you going to try them on so that I can see what you look like in them" "If you will put yours on also," he said. "OK," I said, "but you first." He got up and put them on. God, he looked sexy and I told him so. He laughed. (That was the boy I wanted to see.) "Now it is your turn," he said. I again went to the drawer in the dreasser and pulled out an identical pair only in a larger size, and put them on. He looked at me, licked his lips and came running into my arms. "I love you so much," Danny said. "And I most certainly love you," I told him. We hurredly took a shower together. It was a hard thing to do. Both of us wanted to play with each other in the shower, but finally convinced each other that we should get going, or we would lose a whole day. After stopping off and having a quick breakfast at a nearby cafe, I headed the car for the mountains. Three hours later I pulled up in front of a cabin on the shores of Lake Big Bear. I had deliberately paid extra money to get one that was somewhat isolated. Since we had both worn our speedos under our pants, it was just a matter of minutes before we were racing down to the lake and flopped into the water. We spent just about an hour chasing each other, ducking each other and just playing around in the water. Finally I asked Danny if he was ready for some lunch and at his nod, we both returned to the cabin and I heated up some tomato soup and that along with some sourdough bread was our lunch. Afterwards, I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. We lay in each others arms for a while just kissing. I hurredly removed Dannys' speedos and my own and then fell into a 69. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my tongue around the edge of the glans. He moaned and heaved. He took my cock and swallowed it. This kid had become a very good lover in the last couple of weeks. He exploded in my mouth and I followed very shortly thereafter. We took a nap in each others arms. After we awoke, we walked down to the dock and sat there fishing for several hours. Danny, never having fished before was enthusiastic but all thumbs. He squealed the first time he had to put a worm on his hook, and his first few casts tangled the line up in the reel. But before long he was casting his line out like he had known how to do it all along. He loved catching the fish, but did not want to keep them. He did not like to eat fish I found out. So we were happy enough to catch them and then return them back into the lake. It was really perfect because we were catching enough fish so that we did not become bored. After having dinner together on the front porch overlooking the lake and watching the sun set, Danny and I retired for the night. Danny was horny. He pushed me back on the bed that we would share for the night and practically ripped the clothes of my body. I will admit that I did absolutely nothing to stop him, mainly, because I was looking forward to doing the same things to him. In very short order we were both naked. Danny lay on top of me with our two very hard dicks rubbing against each other. We were fast approaching our climax. Danny pulled himself up and kissed me. Softly he asked me if I would put "it" in him. I looked at him in wonder. I have to be honest and admit that I had thought of doing this, but since I knew that this could be somewhat painful the first time, even with the utmost care, I had not mentioned it at any time. "Are you sure, Danny?" I asked. I then told him about the possible pain, and that it was not necessary. I then asked him where he had heard of such a thing. He of course replied that he had heard the boys at school making jokes about butt-fucking and cornholing. I then told him, in between kisses, that yes like all the sex acts men do, whether with women or men, there are "dirty" words that describe those acts, the acts themselves if done in love were not dirty. Again, I pointed out the pain that was possible if I did what he requested. He then told me that he wanted to try it to prove how much he loved me. "Sweetheart," I said, "you do not have to do that to prove to me that you love me. I know you love me, and there is no way that I am going to hurt you just to prove your love of me." "Are you saying that you have never thought of doing that with me?" he asked. So I told him no, I can't honestly say that I had not thought of it, but it was not a necessary thing to do between the two of us. He begged me for a while, telling me that he really wanted to do the "big" act between two people who loved each other. Realizing that this really meant a lot to him, I told him that I would do it on one condition, and that was that he would promise to tell me if it became painful and that he would be willing to stop at that point. He readily agreed. My Danny really did want me to do this. I told him to go get the tube of vaseline out of my shaving kit and to spread a good amount up and down my very hard cock. He practically flew to the sink where my shaving kit was and flew back to the bed. Sitting on my legs he opened the tube and began to smear me lavishly with the vaseline. Of course he was also enjoying the exquisite masturbation he was performing on me. I finally had to stop him before I had an orgasm way too early. Then pulling him up on the bed I had him lay down on his side beside me and facing me. Wrapping my arms around him and kissing him to take his mind off any pain that might happen, I took some vaseline on my small finger and reaching between his gourgeous cheeks I began to spread the lube around his entry. After a short while of doing this I allowed the tip of my small finger to slowly enter him. Not very far at first, but far enough that he caught his breath. I moved my finger gently around in him and then removed it. Taking more lube, I again pushed my finger through his sphincter and pushed in a little deeper. I held still for a short while so that he could get used to this invasion of his body. He pushed his butt back further on my finger and groaned. I started to take my finger out because I thought I was hurting him. "Don't," he said as he gasped. He told me that it was not a groan of pain, but because it felt so wonderful. I asked him if he was sure, and he nodded and kissed me. I then told him that I was going to take my finger out anyway and replace it with a larger finger so as to stretch the muscle a little. He again nodded in assent. I replaced the small finger with my middle finger, after squeezing out more lube, and again pushed through the sphincter. "Oooohhh," he cried. "That feels so good." I could not believe that he was enjoying it so much, so soon. I pulled my head back a little and looked at his face. I was looking to see if he was trying to trick me. His eyes were closed and there was a smile on his face. I felt a great deal of relief. My finger was inside him up to the second knuckle. I slowly pushed it in further and then pulled it out to the tip again. He moved his butt with me. He appeared to want more. I gently slipped a second finger inside him. Again he groaned. I was astonished. This boy I loved so much was really enjoying it. I picked up the pace of movement of my two fingers. He was bucking his hips like crazy. I added a third finger to stretch him enough to accomodate me. All I heard from him was, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I asked him if he was alright, and he assured me that he was. After a few more minutes of moving three fingers in and out of him and applying more vaseline, I told him to turn around so that his back was toward my and that we would try and see if he was really ready. He quickly turned over and I wrapped my arms around him again. One across his chest so that I could play with his nipples and the other fist wrapped around his hard penis. I knew that unless he felt extreme pain I was going to enjoy this immensely, but I wanted to make sure that he was stimulated enough to at least have some enjoyment out of our experimentation. Bringing my head up close to his ear, I softly told him to reach between our bodies and to guide me in. He reached down and positioned me at the right spot. As I started to push forward I started to gently use both hands, one on his nipples and one on his cock. I also took his earlobe between my lips and began to nibble on it. At first the head did not want to go in. I whispered for him to try and relax and to push out a little, like he did when he was going to the bathroom. He tried, but it was still having trouble getting through the sphincter muscle. Suddenly, he pushed his butt back against me. The head of my penis penetrated. He gasped. His breathing became somewhat heavy. I prepared to pull out. I think he felt me tense my muscles, because he then told me not to pull out. "Are you sure," I asked. "I thought it was hurting you." "It did for just a second," he said, but it is already starting to feel better. We both lay there for a couple of minutes with just the head inside him. His breathing started to slow down. Again he pushed back. Another half inch entered him. I used both hands up and down his body and nibbled and kissed his ear and neck. He pushed back again, and again. Two minutes later I was fully inside him. "Are you ok, baby?" I asked hesitantly. "Oh, yeah." he moaned. "It feels so good." I was really surprised that it went so well. I told him that we would just lay there together until he was sure that he was ready for anything else. I continued rubbing gently all over his body. He was so tight and hot inside that I knew it would not be long before I would have my orgasm. I began jacking him off again. I wanted and hoped that we could both reach our orgasms about the same time. "David," he gasped, "I am about to cum." "So am I, baby," I gasped. Let's try for it together. I was now moving in fairly long strokes. Not all the way out to the head, but pretty close. Then back all the way in." He came all over my hand and was practically screaming with release. I buried my cock in to the hilt and, as his muscles clamped down in orgasm, I started cumming within seconds of Dannys' orgasm. It was close enough to being together. Even knowing mentally that it did not last more than a minute, it seemed to go on for ever for both of us. Both Danny and I were gasping for breath. Both our bodies shook with pleasure. He was whimpering with release and I was very close to that myself. Finally, we both came down from the high. "Oh, God that felt good," Danny breathed. Almost unable to speak. He fell into a sleep almost immediately with me still inside him. I lay there catching my breath, clasping him in my arms. Although I had had anal intercourse before on a couple of occasions, this was the most explosive and exquisite orgasm that I had ever had, and it had been with MY Danny. Tears were in my eyes from the absolute joy and happiness I felt. Fifteen minutes later he woke up again. I, meanwhile, having softened inside him had finally been expelled by his muscular contractions. He turned over facing me and began kissing me. He thanked me and thanked me. I told him, between kisses, that I was the one who should be thanking him. I then noticed that again he was hard. Personally, I still had not had enough time to recover. But, I knew what I wanted. I again took the tube of lube and began to gently spread it all over his hardon. "Turn about is fair play," I told him and had him lube me up just like I had done him before. He objected at first, but I was firm. Telling him that I wanted him inside me just as much as he had wanted me. That in our relationship there was not just one giver and just one receiver. That we were equal in our love and that he must give me as much pleasure as I had appeared to give him. He broke out laughing at that point. "You can't tell me that you did not get any pleasure from what we did," he said. "No," I said, "I got tremendous pleasure out of it. But from experience I know that they are slightly different pleasures. And I wanted you to experience both kinds for yourself." Once he was inside me, he was caught up in the experience and pounded away. I did not mind because I knew that control and the "pleasure giving" would come with practice. But I must have got more pleasure out of the experience than I thought I would, because withing seconds again of Dannys release, without either Danny or myself touching my penis, I was cumming for a second time. Now in someone of Dannys' age that is not unusual, but in someone as old as I was it was completely surprising. When he had softened and had fallen out of me, I turned over on my back and pulled him up into my arms and kissed him. "Oh, god," he said again, but then said something that had me laughing and crying at the same time. It was so innocent and boy like. "The kids at school just really don't know what they are missing." "Oh, David," he then said, "I love you so much." He promptly fell asleep in my arms. Oh, Danny, I thought, you have no idea how much I love you, and always will. Although, there were other times that we were able to be together all night, and they were just as exquisite and exciting, I guess there is just nothing like the first time. Danny's favorite thing to do was to come over to my apartment and the two of us would take a shower. We would then sit in front of the TV with him on my lap and me inside him. He seemed unable to get enough. He told me once that with my being inside him he felt complete and whole. It was another of the times that he had me crying from pure exhileration. He really knew how to make me feel on top of the world. EPILOGUE This story does not have a happy ending I am sorry to say. Just over two years after we met I got careless (one of Danny's schoolmates saw us kissing - told his older brother, who told his parents - who told Danny's parents who called the cops) and I ended up sentanced and imprisoned in a Maximum Security Mental Hospital for over four years. Danny, to get away from the very bad situation at home, joined the United States Marine Corps. He joined underage. He was killed in Vietnam at the age of nineteen. I wrote this story some time ago, mainly for myself - to remember the very good times that Danny and I had. It is told to you here in remembrance of Danny and is dedicated to him. Except for some minor details such as dialogue (remembering exactly what was said after 30 years is hard to do) everything in this story is true. *************** Danny - where ever you are - I Love You *******************