Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2009 19:53:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danny and Me and the Right-Handed Screwball

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. I hope you enjoy the story. By the way, this story is true,
the sex happened, but be smarter than we were--play safe.

Danny was the first boy I had real sex with, "real" in that there was no
game or pretext or any of the "I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours"
stuff, like I said real sex. I was 12 at the time and had played the
aforementioned game with neighbor boys and my cousin, even a little oral
with one of the older boys, but always with a pretext involved. With Danny
it was different, he was the slightly weird kid that's found in most
suburban neighborhoods, nothing creepy just a little odd--probably because
his little brother had been killed right in front of him 7 or 8 years
before. Danny was 17 and really good looking (almost pretty). He was a
curly top redhead, strawberry blond with that kind of clear milk white skin
and freckles that make women of all ages jealous; never a blemish or mark
of any sort--and that was true of his whole body--just smooth and silky and
milk white and freckles everywhere. At 17 he was about 6' 2" and weighed
around 175 lbs. he was very athletic and totally hot with the fine features
of his clean shaven face and those intense green eyes.

I was 12 at the time and was also a redhead, but I am the ruddy variety
with blue eyes. I suppose I was about 5' 5" tall and weighed around 120
lbs. I was stocky not really fat; I was solid and athletic too, but where
Danny was basketball/distance runner type, I had a football/wrestler type
build. I digress, luckily, I had clear skin as well, but mine always had
red undertones to it whether tan or never-seen-the-sun pale. Anyway, Danny
and I had baseball in common, otherwise I never would have been around him
that much, the age disparity was too great. He taught me how to throw a
wicked ¾ arm curve and a right-handed screwball. That's how we got to know
each other. We would practice at his house nearly every day, and
afterwards, at first, I'd go home. After a while though, I would hang
around and we'd talk. I still have no real idea of how it happened, but I
wound up staying over with Danny on occasion. It was on one of those
occasions while just hanging out in Danny's room that we started touching
each other, and then we kissed each other. And it wasn't just a smack of
the lips, but a full on, mouth invading, tonsil hockey, spit swappin'
kiss. Danny broke the kiss and I gasped for breath. My whole body was
tingling; I could hear my heart pounding in my ears; I felt hot and
suddenly became aware that my dick was hard as a railroad spike.

"Take your clothes off," was all Danny said.

We both yanked our workout uniforms off like they were on fire. This was
the first time I'd ever seen Danny all the way naked--I remember now how
detached I felt, it was like I was watching the whole thing--and I was
overwhelmed by how hot he looked. It seems kinda weird now, but even as a
12 y/o I knew "hot" when I saw it. As soon as I was out of my clothes I
pounced on Danny's naked body and started kissing him again. I felt Danny's
hands start sliding all over me while I rubbed his hairless chest and
abs. As we continued I could feel Danny's hands start to rub up and down
over and in my ass. I started to grind my dick against his mid section and
felt his hard dick in the crease between my dick and balls and my
hip. Danny flipped us over so I was on the bottom he broke our kissing and
began to slither his body down mine as he licked, kissed, and mouthed his
way down my neck and down my chest. He nibbled on my nipples each in turn
and kissed his way down to my belly--I giggled as he nipped the skin on my
tummy--and suddenly he engulfed my 4 inches of steel and sucked in my
hairless nut sack with it. I gasped, no one had ever put their mouth on my
weenie--no wonder Todd liked this so much!--I started to tremble and I
could feel "the good Feeling" start to rise from that spot up behind my
balls.  "Oh man uuuhhh," was all I could moan.

Danny continued his tongue tour of my lower body licking below my balls
into my crotch and then, to my surprise, he licked across my butt hole! I
remember vaguely thinking that that was really gross, but `cause it felt so
good I didn't say anything. I was quivering like a lump of Jell-O--and "the
good feeling" was rising fast and I knew the "stuff" would come
out. Whether through instinct or pure dumb luck, Danny chose that second to
take my dick back in his mouth; the instant his lips closed "the stuff"
shot out of me, so hard that the inside of my thighs were sore for
days. Every ounce of tension drained from my body, I laid there like a
boneless blob with just enough energy to breathe.

"Dang," said Danny, "You nutted allot for such a little guy."

"I whated?" I asked when I'd recovered enough to speak.

"Nutted, came, busted, shot sperm . . . ejaculated," he said.

I must have looked as confused as I felt, because, Danny smirked a little
then broke it down for me.

"You know that stuff that just came out of you dick?--that's called cum, or
nut or sperm--so you just came or busted a nut or nutted--and you made
allot of it. `Specially since you're so young."

"That stuff, come, has been coming out of weenie since I was ten," I said
with pride.

"You were rubbing it, weren't you?" he prompted.

"No, my cousin was--he's like three years older than me and nothing came
out of his until I rubbed it for a long time the next day."

Danny smiled at that and leaned back. His dick was still hard and the slit
on the end looked wet.

"Can you do what I did to me?" he asked.

"I did like that to Todd a couple of times," I responded, "now I know why
he wants me to do it all the time--dang, that feels good. Yours is way
bigger than his."

"You can handle it though, can't you" he said as he knee walked toward my
head.

I focused on his dick; almost in a trance my mouth opened and Danny's dick
gently entered my mouth. Compared to Todd's, Danny's was huge, probably
6.5", clipped and slim, with a long, perfect, helmet shaped head. He sighed
as I started sucking. I learned from Todd to guard my teeth with my lips
and to lick the edges of his dickhead and to bob my head up and down. Danny
seemed surprised and pleased that I had some Idea of what to do; after a
couple of minutes though, I was surprised that he hadn't "nutted", Todd
always nutted by then. Danny then told me to lick his balls and suck
them. Then, of my own accord, I started licking the inside of his thighs
and junction between them and under his balls (perineum). He spread and
lifted his legs to expose his butt hole.

"Go for it," he almost whined, "Do it. Lick it."

I hesitated for half a second and dove in. I was ready to be totally
grossed out, but found it wasn't bad at all--stronger funk than an armpit,
but pleasant--I avidly went at it and even started pushing my tongue in and
sucking. I've been a devoted analingist (ass eater) ever since. Danny was
moaning and groaning "Oh man! O God! Oh shit! O fuck!" like a mantra; he
rolled over onto all fours to give me better access. He was stroking his
dick all the while. Suddenly he said "stop!" and sat back as I pulled my
face away; he reached back and pulled my head around to his dick. I
immediately started slurping and within 30 seconds was rewarded with a gush
of come that I swallowed like candy. Danny was gasping and repeating "O
man! O fuck!" over and over. He leaned back and pulled me along with him
taking my face in his hands he started kissing me again, leisurely this
time.

After a while, we got up and pissed; both of us were still sweaty from our
practice session, let alone our post-practice session, so Danny reached
over and started the shower; it was a huge shower, a walk-in with four
heads--Danny's parents were very well off, but drank allot and were seldom
home. Danny ushered me into the shower; I stood and let the hot water pound
on me. Danny moved behind me, and with a bath mitt, started soaping me
up. He started at the top of my head and worked his way down, when he got
to my ass he thoroughly but gently scrubbed it, paying particular attention
to my hole, soaping up the inside, eventually getting two fingers two
knuckles deep--that felt weird, but he made sure it didn't hurt--with that
he held me open, and cupping his hand to fill with water, rinsed me out
just as thoroughly. With all that stimulation, I was hard as cold blue
steel when he turned me around to wash the front of me. He washed my dick
very carefully, making sure that I was "tinglely" the whole time. I cooed
and purred throughout the process. Then, abruptly, he stopped that and
washed my legs and feet quickly; then he stood back and had me rinse under
the shower.

Without a word he handed me the wash mitt and soap and took his place in
the center of the shower. He leaned forward so I could wash his hair; I
also washed his face, neck and ears. Then I stepped behind him, washed his
pits and sides, scrubbed his back, and started in on his ass--I was just as
thorough, but I got my fingers all the way up--and did the same cupped hand
rinse he had. Rather than turn him, I stepped in front of him and saw he
was as hard as I was. I did my best to ignore it while I washed his chest
and abs, then I skipped over his package and knelt while I washed his
sculpted legs and feet. As I finished with his feet, he turned quickly and
smacked me right on bridge of the nose with his oh so hard dick. Giggling,
I stood and got busy washing "Mr. Happy" as torturously as I could. Danny
groaned and pulled himself out of my hands and said "Wait."

"I got another fun thing to do. Do you know what fucking is?"

"That's how babies get made, right?"

"Yeah, but do you know what's involved?"

"I know you put your dick into the girl's thing . . ."

"Well yeah, for that kind of fucking, yeah. Did you know that guys can fuck
each other?"

"How? Your dick is where the dick supposed to go."

"Yes, but guys have another spot, another hole."

For a second I thought about my belly button, but couldn't see how that
would work. Then Danny ran his finger up my ass crack. Aha!

"You wanna put your dick in my butt hole?" I asked, rather puzzled and
hesitant.

"You got it, it's really fun and after a little bit it feels great!" he
said with enthusiasm.

Then he added, "I'll lick you like you did me and play with your butt with
my fingers like I did in the shower. I'll get you loosened up, so I won't
hurt you; I can't promise it won't hurt, but . . . ,"

I was not convinced. He grabbed some lotion from the vanity, took me by the
hand and led me back to his bedroom. Once there he had me lay down on my
back and, using a little lotion, started a very good message. He worked
easily and professionally, starting with my face and neck, and then working
my shoulders and pecs, then hips and thighs, and a real message of my
feet. He turned me over and stating with my shoulders, he worked his way
down my back worked my glutes, avoiding any play there, then down my
legs. I was so relaxed, I almost fell asleep. Then he put me on my knees
and began his ministrations to my hole. He started with darting little
licks, and then lapping, and soon he was working his tongue up inside; all
this while I was babbling, like a drooling idiot--gods it felt
soooooooooooo good--by this point he'd flipped me on my back and I was
rolled up on my shoulders. His tongue migrated to my perineum and the
underside of my little ball sac. He started working his lubed finger in, a
knuckle at a time, and very soon it was al the way in. So far nothing had
hurt; his tongue had felt great and the finger didn't feel bad, just kind
of weird. Finally, Danny decided it was time; he lubed his dick up and
eased me over onto all fours, the whole time he kept his finger in my ass
to the hilt. Twisting around on it felt really good and I started to look
forward to the dick. Danny finally withdrew his finger and I felt the head
of his dick at my hole.  "Ready, here it comes," he said very calmly.

He began to push and he slipped right in. I was kind of stunned, it hadn't
hurt--I just felt full--he held still for a long moment, and then he very
slowly started to pull out. Not so bad, I thought, and then as he pushed
back in I felt pressure and then a sharp jab of pain. I gasped and clinched
my ass shut--and tried to lay out flat on the bed to yank him out of me, he
followed me down. I started to struggle. He got his arms rapped around me
and cooed soothingly to try to calm me down.

"Shh, easy now calm down, easy, easy--breathe in and breathe out--okay, lay
on your side with me."

I didn't protest, as long as he didn't move too much it didn't stab. I
rolled with Danny and he spooned up with me. He started play with my dick
as we lay there.

"Okay, now flex your legs up--pull your bottom knee up toward your chest;
now grab your other knee inside and lift it up and pull up and out. . . Now
how's that,"

I took over play with myself, using my left hand, as he was talking and
said,

"That feels okay,"

"I figured `cause I've been fucking you since you moved your top leg."

I suddenly became aware of his movements, and also that he was going a
little deeper each stroke, I marveled that it didn't hurt, and then as he
stroked in he hit the spot, I was stunned and that warm, overwhelming
feeling of well being and numb body buzz--I'd never felt soooooooooooo good
ever--an involuntary moan escaped me unawares and I only became aware I was
vocalizing when I tried to ask where the noise was coming from. As Danny
pumped I could feel "the feeling" starting to build, my "nut" was gonna
start. I became aware also of some clear slippery stuff coming out of my
dick; I had presence of mind enough to bring some to my nose and mouth--no
smell and a very faint taste--I was also aware that Danny was speaking,

"You like this, Johnny? You like being fucked?" he panted.

"Oh yeah Danny, I like it! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Ooh yeah!"

My orgasm was building and it broke like a wave--an inarticulate warbling
moan escaped as I shot and shot and shot cum half way across the bed--my
dick was still spasming as Danny said "uh, uh shit yeah!" and pushed
himself all the way into me and he held himself there as he pulled my upper
body tight against his. Slowly tension drained out of both of us, as both
of us blew out the breath we'd held. While still inside me, Danny started
nuzzling my neck and gently caressing me, brushing my nipples and rubbing
my stomach and finally lightly playing with my wilting stalk.

"How was that?" Danny asked gently, "Did you like it?"

"I think so," I said as I experienced the sexual high start to fade, "I
gotta go to the bathroom though. Let me up."

Danny disengaged, and as I felt his semi-firm magic wand slide out of me,
for the first time I experienced the profound feeling of emptiness that
signals the end of a great fuck. Also for the first time, I experienced the
desperate sense of urgency for the toilet. I hopped up, clinched my bowels
and streaked to the bathroom. Once my innards calmed down and I'd cleaned
up, I re-entered the bedroom just as Danny came in from the hall. I paused
as Danny continued into the room and sat down on the bed,

"Come here baby boy," he said, and opened his arms.

I crossed to him as he enveloped me in his arms and sat me across his lap;
he nuzzled and kissed me and gently caressed me,

"You were great little man," he said in a soothing soft voice, "you were
great."

In the years between then and now, I realize how lucky I was that Danny was
so gentle and affectionate with me, especially after hearing and reading
about how brutally and callously so many guys were treated on their first
fuck. Danny fucked me at least once almost every day for the rest of the
summer, but, with the end of summer my family moved to the upper mid
west. I missed Danny, and still do. After we moved away, his folks moved
too and I lost track of Danny. Maybe, someday, our paths will cross again.


I had more adventures with a couple of boys in the neighborhood, if you
want to read more about that let me know; constructive criticism is always
welcome.

Email me at thelilghost06_nThesarge@yahoo.com

Thanx
--John