Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 09:39:45 -0800 (PST)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danny and me Pt 2

Danny and Me Pt 2
Big Dick Fever

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. Sorry it took so long to post
this one, you can read my excuse in the intro to the second part of The
Little Ghost, posted in Military and Interracial and Encounters. The sex
happened, but some of the situations are made up. Again, I hope you enjoy
it. Be smart--play safe.

After a couple of weeks of fucking with Danny, he had to leave for a
baseball camp in Arizona. I wanted to go with him, and pleaded with him and
with my Mom, but no dice: I was staying and he was going--at this point a
tale of our wonton sexual abandon on the night before he left would be in
order--it didn't happen. It hurt to lose Danny, after all I was 12, and
time and distance are impossibly vast at that age, but I had already
started to slut around a little with some of the neighborhood boys, and
Danny's absence gave me time and inclination to teach what I'd learned.

Chris Jones was 6 months older than me and Todd was 15; Chris and I had
discovered the joy of masturbation together and Todd had seen us at it one
day and, afterwards, had confronted me; he promised not to tell if I
"played" with him. I agreed--what else was I gonna do--so I "jacked him
off," as he termed it, and later "gave him head" too. I passed what I'd
learned with Todd to Chris, so I was blowing them both every couple of days
until the events in Pt 1 occurred. After being introduced to fucking by
Danny, my play with Todd and Chris came to a stand still. They noticed, but
I was mostly with my folks or with Danny, so they had no recourse--also
neither knew that I "played" with the other--they effectively cock blocked
each other.

For a couple of days after Danny was gone I was inconsolable. I moped
around the house until my mother booted my ass (literally) outside, telling
me to "get over it before I drug my butt back inside." I walked down to the
end of the block where Chris lived only to discover that he was gone for
the week to visit his dad. Crap. Then I walked across the street and around
the corner to Todd's house; he was gone too, his brother Scott informed me,
with his parents to visit his grandma. He wouldn't be back for three more
days, but Scott invited me in. I shrugged and went in and followed Scott to
the den.

Scott was 19, about 6 foot even and probably 160 lbs, deeply tanned with
the sun bleached dirty blond hair of a skater. I had noticed that he wore
shorts perpetually, low on his hips and only put a shirt on when going to
church or threatened with physical violence. Currently he was wearing
loose, washed out white track shorts that rode just at the top of his ass,
and nothing else visible.

I followed him into the den where they had a home theatre with a humungous
screen TV with all the bells and whistles and a couple of over stuffed
couches and chairs arranged in rough rows. The lights were low and the room
was lit mostly by the blue from the screen. Scott walked up to the front
row center couch, flopped down on the right side of it and slouched down--I
noticed he made a point of tugging his shorts a little lower--and looked
over at me.

"I'm fuckin' bored man," he said in his smooth baritone voice, "I wish
there was something to do besides watch lame ass movies."

I nodded and said, "Me too, everybody is gone, and I'm fuckin' bored as
you." I flushed slightly as I said the "f" word; I was still trying to get
the hang of the whole cussing thing.

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" Scott asked.

"Sure" I responded, trying to sound as cool as he did, as I flopped down
next to him on the couch.

"You ever seen a porno before?"

"No" I squeaked as soon as I found my voice.

"You wanna see one?"

"Sure" I said, trying desperately to seem nonchalant, but sounding like an
eager mouse instead.

"Okay, here goes." He said as he grabbed the remote and resumed the
movie--"Bi Bi Baby" or something like that it was Bi sex something. Of
course it didn't matter anyway, because I had no idea what "bi" meant.

My eyes were glued to the screen--Scott had apparently stopped it toward
the end of a hetero fuck scene--I was impressed by the man's dick and I was
slightly shocked at what the woman's "thing" looked like--kind of amputated
or incomplete, something was definitely missing. I slouched down a little
further, and became very aware that my dick was very, very hard, and had
produced a very prominent tent. I was distracted just then as the guy in
the movie pulled out and spewed sperm all over the girl and she was
screeching `O God' over and over. The "actors" slopped around a bit more on
screen then the scene faded; I spared a glance at Scott and noted he had
his hand down the front of his shorts. Before I could investigate further,
the next scene started, it was two guys in a locker room, one was a good
looking blond guy, the other had dark hair and eyes and olive skin. The
white guy stripped and wrapped a towel around his waist, the dark haired
guy stayed dressed in a skin tight white wife beater and short, split leg
running shorts--I wasn't paying close attention to the dialog, but I heard
"rub down" distinctly enough as the "actors" moved to a room with a message
table. The blonde guy dropped his towel and lay face down on the table--we
all know what happens next--I stared wide eyed at the screen--I couldn't
believe that they actually made movies of stuff like that!

I looked over at Scott and I was stunned there too, he was watching the
screen just as intently as I was watching him, and he had flipped his dick
out and was stoking it--it was huge! Eight and a quarter inches, as I was
later informed, of hard dick! I didn't know what to do, I wanted to play
with Scott's toy, but didn't know what to say or do about it. Luckily,
Scott looked over and saw me starring; he stopped stroking and kind of
waved it at me, and, with a crooked grin on his face, said "Slide over here
and get it."

I was on it so quick, I don't remember moving. I consciously tried to
remember everything I'd done with Danny and tried to put it in practice
now. I took hold of Scott's dick and licked around the head and lapped up
all the pre-cum, as he hissed and cooed his approval. Then I licked it from
balls to tip three times and took as much of it as I could into my mouth
and throat--that elicited an "O shit" from Scott. I tugged at his shorts
and he lifted his ass so I could yank them down, which I did. I coaxed him
to slouch down further by tugging gently on his ball sac. I licked and
sucked a little while further, and then I lifted his sac and started to
lick my way to his tight little bung. Looking back, I'm sure Scott had no
idea what I was doing, because there was a tension about him that I've only
experienced from analingus virgins (after all, once you know what to
expect, whatever tension there is dissolves on contact). Anyway, he almost
jumped to the ceiling when my tongue lapped at his backdoor, but quickly
relaxed onto my tongue as he resumed stroking his manhood. As we all know
from experience a 19 y/o doesn't last too long in a situation like this,
and Scott was no exception--he stated that he was "gonna cum real soon" as
he continued to stroke and moan--I moved up, pushed his hand out of the way
and started sucking for all I was worth. I felt him start to tense up and
felt his nut sac start to draw up: gently but quickly, I worked a finger up
his chute and gave it a wiggle. Before he could protest or complain, he was
flooding my mouth with shot after shot of hot cum.

"Holy shit little man, where'd you learn that?"

"Just somethin' I picked up." I dead panned, "Did you like it?"

"Oh fuck yeah. With Todd gone I figured I was just gonna have to whack it
myself, but you just made me see stars. You got a job to do now `til he
gets back."

"I know other stuff to do." I told him--during the blow job I experienced
that deep fuck itch for the first time, and I knew what I needed to scratch
it!

"Like what kinda stuff?" he asked seriously.

"Like what those guys are doing now," I gestured toward the screen where
the dark haired guy was banging the hell out of the blond guy's ass, "an' I
know how to sixty-nine an' how to give a hand job . . ." I trailed off.

"You'd let me fuck you in the ass?" he asked with a mix eagerness and
incredulity.

"Sure, but you gotta suck my dick before you do."

"Seriously? I never fucked Todd, but I always wanted to."

"Did you ever suck his dick?"

"No." he said flatly.

"Then I'll be your first blow job!" I chirped.

"Not really, I've done it before."

I wanted to ask for details but something in the way he'd said it told me
not to go there.

Without another word, he grabbed me pulled me over to him, yanked my shorts
and underwear off and engulfed my raging boner. He started sucking me like
a pro, and quickly started to take a tongue tour of my nether regions; he
licked and sucked my little nut sac, lapped at my perineum, and hesitantly
took a tongue swipe at my little love hole, and then another and then he
jumped in with both feet, or tongue and both lips, as it were. I was
gurgling like a baby with a bottle, when he returned to my dick and resumed
sucking. At the same time he continued to rub and finger my butt hole and
soon slipped a finger up my chute. Without knowing what he was doing, he
diddled my prostate, and, sans warning or ceremony, I unloaded into his
mouth. He swallowed with no complaint, and continued to finger fuck me.

"That was nice," I cooed, when I'd recovered my voice, "I like you playing
with my butt too, but it's starting to burn--do you got lotion?"

He stopped and withdrew his fingers.

"Yeah, I know where some is. Wait here."

He hopped up and left the room I continued to watch the movie still
slightly stunned that they would make a movie of guys doing it. Scott
returned with a tube of cocoa butter,

"Let's do this," he said.

"Okay," I chirped and hopped off the couch. He noticed that my dick was
still as hard and stiff as a four inch spike.

"You must like the movie," he chortled as he stroked my pride and joy.

I giggled as he pulled my shirt off over my head. He pulled me to him and
we flopped over onto the couch and rolled so I was on top sitting over his
now hard dick. He slid his hand down my back and began to caress and
squeeze my butt cheeks; with one hand still working my butt, he slid his
other up my back, and pulled my face to his. He devoured my mouth with his,
apparently trying to tongue my tonsils. His hands roved over my back and
butt, pushing me down as he pushed up and ground our cocks together. I
broke our kiss and began to tongue my way down his darkly tanned torso,
like Danny had taught me and the movie had reinforced, carefully rubbing my
naked body over the hard lump of his cloth clad cock. I licked my way
across his nipples--carefully grazing each with my teeth--down to his belly
button, there carefully nipping my way around it. I slid down further
lifting and pulling his track shorts down and off with me. I carefully
licked the edges of the flared helmet of his dickhead. I delighted in every
twitch, groan and hiss my ministration elicited from him. By the time I
took him in my mouth, he was a quivering mass of innervated flesh. I
slobbed his knob for several seconds and then slurped at his balls and
licked lower to his twitching hole--at this point he grabbed my head and
pushed my face tightly into it--after a few seconds, he grabbed me pulled
me up, lifted me bodily and spun me 180°, and settled my tight pucker onto
his waiting tongue. As he ate my hole, I started working his dick into my
throat--I could take Danny down to his fiery red pubes--Scott's was the
biggest dick I'd sucked (the fourth of four up to that point) and I was
determined to get as much of him down my gullet as I possibly could. By the
time I got half way down, Scott was so distracted that he had stopped
lapping at my ass; he sharply sucked in his breath and again lifted me
bodily off his dick and reversed me again.

"You almost made me cum in your mouth," he gasped as he settled me back on
his tanned torso, "my next nut is for your ass."

As he started fingering my spit slicked ass, I leaned down and kissed his
mouth, and I moaned a yodeling moan into his mouth as his fingers hit "the
spot". Without breaking the lip lock, I fumbled around with my hands and
found the tube of lube. I pressed it into his free hand, slid my mouth
across his cheek toward his ear and whispered, "Fuck me now."

He opened the flip top and started lubing my tight little tunnel of
love. He gently rolled us on to our sides and slid off the couch to his
knees; he rolled me onto my back and pushed my legs back to inspect my
tight tiny entrance.

"You ready for this?"

I nodded. He quickly swiped another coat of lube on his prong, settled the
tip into my pucker, and, staring into my face, he leaned forward and began
the inexorable plunge into my guts. I felt my hole spread open, and gasped
when the flared head popped in.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he stopped the penetration.

After a second I was able to grunt for him to resume. I'd been fucked at
least once a day, six days a week for the last three weeks, but Scott's
dick seemed an order of magnitude larger than Danny's; regardless, I was
determined to take him all the way. Somewhere in my body, my gay encoding
kicked in and I adjusted my breathing and relaxed my ass muscles without
active thought, and pulled at his hips. He sank all the way in and I felt
his pubic patch settle up against my balls. I reached up and grabbed him
around the neck and hissed, "Fuck me," as I smiled up at him. He started
pumping, then leaned down and started tongue kissing me. I again moaned
into his mouth, as his steady fuck rhythm set up a continuous prostate
message, and I settled into that lovely glowing fuck haze. I was in
Nirvana--I'd ride this wave of pleasure to oblivion if I could--little did
I know that this would be my inoculation for Big Dick Fever.

I liked it when Danny fucked me; I later learned that I liked when Todd
fucked me too--I was a natural born bottom--but, Scott's big dick was
touching and rubbing and poking places and things inside me that combined
to tease every nerve into a fuck haze/buzz that was like no other feeling
I'd ever felt, and I was hooked! I didn't become a size queen--I love sex
and being fucked far too much for that--but I did come to appreciate the
virtues of a big dick, especially when its owner knows what he's doing.

Scott definitely knew what he was doing--he set up a steady rhythm that had
me moaning like the sound track to an old porno--my dick was streaming
pre-cum and I could feel my orgasm building in that spot up inside behind
my balls, and I hadn't started stroking yet!

"How you doing boy?" he huffed in time to his pumping.

"I'm ooooooooo sooooooo gooood!" I yodeled.

"I'm gonna spew my spooge in your ass--you like that?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I wheezed, "fuck me, fuck ME, FUCK ME, FUCKME!"

Scott complied; he started going faster and harder and, as he did so, my
orgasm started building faster and higher--I still hadn't touched
myself--soon he was going like a sewing machine--I was making an
inarticulate continuous moan--Scott was in the home stretch--I felt my
balls draw up, and just as sperm started blasting from my dick, Scott made
kind of a yelp and slammed into me as hard and deep as he could: I felt him
shudder and spasm,

"Oh FFFFFFuck!" he bellowed, and then he panted, "O shit, O shit, O shit."

He collapsed on top of me; both of us gasping and panting like we'd
finished a 5k sprint; his mouth found mine and tenderly kissed me. After a
while, he withdrew his still semi-hard rammer from my well used fuck
tunnel, and sat his bare ass on the carpeted floor and said,

"That was unbelievable; we have got to that again."

I stood up and said, "Absolutely. I think I want you to fuck me all the
time."

"You wanna stay over tonight?" he asked, "we'd have all night . . . "

"I'll have to ask my mom, and she'll call and want to clear it with your
mom."

"That's no problem, I answer the phone and say `O yah it's fine with my
mom' no prob."

"Cool, let me use your bathroom and shower so I don't smell like cum when I
talk to her."

"I'll get you a towel."

I gathered up my clothes and slid off to the bath, I started the shower and
jumped in.

Scott popped in with the promised towel, and less than ten minutes later I
was headed back around the block to home.

When I got there I faced a whirlwind of activity--my mom, an ER nursing
supervisor, was called in to work because three of her nurses had been
seriously injured in a car accident over their lunch break--she was rushing
to get ready and relieved when I asked if I could stay at Todd's, that
saved her from needing child care--she called and swiftly confirmed with
Scott--then made me pack an overnight bag, gave me the "emergency" cell
phone so she could let me know when she'd be home, kissed me and was gone.

I ate lunch out of the fridge used the bathroom, and headed back to Scott
at a dead run.

In the next chapter I learn all about "danger fucking"!

I'll be posting the next segment in about a week (give or take) and I'll
try to post every couple weeks `til I complete the three story arcs I have
running (A Very Good Day, in beginnings and interracial, and The Little
Ghost, in Military, Encounters and Interracial at this time posted Sep 1)
Thanks for reading.

As always, questions, comments and criticism are welcome send them to John
at thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John