From: mpierce@pathcom.com
Subject: New Story - "DANNY AT THE LAKE" by MM (m/m, teens, cons, 1stime)
Date: 4 Sep 1996 03:26:49 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such material, 
or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not 
read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following story 
are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is 
purely coincidental.  

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  "Danny at the Lake"

   by Mikey Mark

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     We had arrived at the family cottage only the day before.  I had 
scouted the lake just before dinner, but there was no sign at the time 
that any of my friends were up that weekend.  On Saturday morning, I 
helped my dad fix the water pump, and after lunch standing on the back 
porch, I remember feeling a surge of excitement when I noticed that 
familiar red canoe poke its nose out from around the point.

     In my excitement I called out to him even though he was still too
far to hear me and my father would no doubt holler at me for yelling so
loud.  I ran down to the end of dock, where I waited, my spine tingling
with an excitement that I did not at the time understand.

     He pulled up along side the dock and without so much as a "hey
how'are ya?" told me to get in "cause we're goin fishin".  That was the
way Danny was.  I told him to wait while I went to tell my folks and I
knew Danny was going to bug me for being a moma's boy for doing it.  It
didn't matter, it was sort of a game with Danny.  He always called you
a moma's boy if you didn't immediately go along with whatever he was
suggesting at the time.

     I told my parents that I was going fishing with Danny in his
canoe, grabbed my fishing rod and tackle box, raided the kitchen and
ran back down to the dock.  I mollified Danny's inevitable remarks about
taking so long by offering a slab of cheese I swiped along the way.  I
got in and we headed down towards the end of the lake, all the time I
get the feeling the Danny didn't have his mind on fishing.

     We got down the marshy end of the lake, the best fishing spot
before Danny allowed us to slow down to a gentle drift.  I was full of
questions, but he was nonchalant in his answers and just reached over
for his rod started casting away.  Danny loved to cast.  I don't think
he ever really liked fishing.  To him, it was more of a game to see how
well you could cast to hit an invisible target.  He just sat there,
lurching the canoe dangerously back and forth everytime he launched his
lure.  I gave up chattering and just decided to fish and wait to see
what Danny was up too.  I knew him well enough to know that with Danny,
anything was possible.

     He was a year older than me, and at least two or three inches
taller.  He had beautiful bright blond hair which was always much
longer than anything that my parents would allow me.  I had met him
only the previous summer when my parents bought a cottage there.  He
was alot of fun to be with, though my other friend Jamie thought he was
crazy.  Danny was the kind of boy you never want to play dares with.
He wasn't afraid of doing anything, and he was particularly creative,
nasty and sometimes even cruel in some of his ideas.  I liked him
because even though we only saw each other in the summers and usually
only on weekends at that, he treated me like I was his best friend.
Since he was a year older than me, blond and goodlooking, I was
naturally drawn to him.  I wanted to be with him.  This, along with his
natural disposition, made him the leader and me the follower.

     Getting back to my story, Danny, who is by this time growing bored
of casting, suggests that we head over to the "our" rocks to stretch
our legs.  The fish weren't biting, so I reeled in my line and grabbed
a paddle.

     "Our" rocks, was merely the designation Danny had assigned to his
favorite spot on the lake.  Hidden away in a little cove all by itself
is beautiful set of rocks that climb up vertically from the water.  It
was a great spot for diving and the high rocks made a perfect spot to
hang out because it was secluded and hidden, yet gave a perfect view of
all who approached.  No sooner did we get the canoe pulled up out of
the water than is Danny hopping up the rocks with his canvas knapsack
in hand.  Until then, I hadn't noticed it with him, but that was not
exactly unusual with Danny.  He liked to surprise people.

     Once on top of the rocks, Danny is sitting down in the sunshine
pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his knapsack.  I smiled to him,
pleased with myself for correctly guessing that Danny had indeed
something up his sleeve.  We proceeded to light up, both of us
earnestly endeavoring to appear as natural as possible, as though each
of us was an experienced smoker.  I inevitably coughed my guts out,
being twelve years old at the time, but continued to smoke them,
feeling at the same time nauseous and cool.

     We were on the second or third cigarette when Danny opened his
knapsack and pulled out the magazine.  My eyes fell out when I looked
at the cover.  Danny just gave me his devilish grin.  I was sitting
beside him in no time at all as Danny opened the magazine he had swiped
from his father's collection.  I remember him saying that he was going
to do it sometime, but, Danny says lots of things like that.  Anyway,
here was my coolest buddy sitting out on some rocks in the middle of
nowhere with a Playboy magazine spread out in his lap.  Danny had
already given the magazine a complete going over because he was able to
provide instant commentary for every picture.

     I just gazed in wonderment at the incredible sights.  We got to
the centerfold and stopped there.  It was the first time I had ever
seen anything like it.  Danny said he had to take a piss and handed the
magazine to me.  I immediately flipped the page over to the next and
began to read.  I was always a reader.  When Danny called out to me
from behind the rocks it took me a second to respond.  I looked up to
see his blond head pop up from behind the rocks about twenty feet away.
"Do you know how hard it is to piss with hard-on?" he asks me.  At that
very instant I became aware of my own erection pressing inside my
shorts.  I laughed to cover my embarrassment.

     With the encouragement of my laughter, Danny climbed up on top of
the rock he was standing behind and pulled out his boner.  I became
very excited and could not help but to stare at his erection as he
turned around and around posing as though at a muscle contest.  His
shorts had fallen to the ground and his underwear was pulled down in
front and he was now aiming to piss down from the rocks.  I continued
to laugh because I didn't know what else to do.

     When Danny finished pissing, he pulled up his shorts and climbed
back down to stand in front of me.  He grabbed the magazine out of my
hands and began to read from the page.  I became acutely embarrassed and
was certainly blushing when Danny told me to show him my boner.  I
looked up at him, but he had that devilish grin on his face that said
"I dare ya".  Such was Danny's aura of power that I began to stand up
and unbutton my shorts.  I pulled my zipper down and hooking two thumbs
in the waistband of my underwear, flipped it down in front to reveal my
own raging boner to Danny.  I grinned back at him, half proud of myself
for living up to Danny's dare, and half ashamed at my obviously smaller
boner.

     To my surprise, Danny stepped right up to me, slipped a foot
behind me and pushed me over.  I landed off to one side, dangerously
close to knocking my head on a rock.  Danny just stood there, towering
over me howling his head off at the sight of me sprawled on the ground
with my boner sticking out.  Then he dove down on top of me and began
to pull my shorts off.  I tried to fight him off but he was stronger
and he managed to yank them down to my ankles in no time at all.  He
was having a bit of a problem pulling them off over my running shoes,
but that didn't do much more than delay him.  Once he got them off me
he rolls them up in a ball and throws them down of the rocks into the
woods.  I got up and tried to put back on the one running shoe that
Danny had ripped off in the process in order to climb down to get my
shorts.  However, Danny had other ideas.  He rips the shoe out of my
hand and wings down into the woods in the same general direction as my
shorts.

     By this time Danny is beside himself with laughter and tells me
that I look hilarious in my underwear and one running shoe.  I attempt
to retaliate by attacking him but in no time at all my other shoe is
sailing through the air after the other.  I practically gave up trying
to keep my underwear on.  Soon I'm standing there stark naked on the
rocks, sweatin and breathing hard from our wrestling match that I had
so obviously lost.  When Danny started poking fun at the size of my
small boner I attacked him again.  When I achieved some success at
pulling down Danny's shorts in retaliation, I began to realize that
this was part of Danny's game.  I went along with the game, not knowing
where it was going to lead, but curious and excited none-the-less.

     Considering his superior size and strength, Danny could easily
beat me in a wrestling match.  But now it was as though I were the
stronger.  He put up a good fight, but I managed to pull his shorts and
underwear down to his ankles, exposing his boner and wrinkly ballsack.
It was then that Danny's strength returned to him, and in no time at
all he has me pinned on my back, his knees on either side of my
shoulders.  This was when Danny usually started to stick stalks of
grass up my nose, but that was when we wrestled with our clothes on.
This time he grabbed his boner and stuck it in my face.  I swore at him
and tried to buck him off me but to no avail.

     "Kiss it" he tells me.  "I dare ya".

     I was mesmerized by the sight of his boner staring at me only
inches from my face.

     "Come on, I dare ya, kiss my dick".  With that he reached back and
grabbed my naked balls and threatened to squeeze them.  When I opened
my mouth in an involuntary cry of anticipated pain Danny stuck the head
of his dick in.  I gulped my mouth closed on the head of his boner and
began to suck on it like a sucker or a jawbreaker.  Danny began to moan
and forced his boner into my mouth until I was choking for air.  Danny
murmured an apology for getting carried away, but said that it felt so
great he couldn't control himself.  I said that it was ok.  I didn't
really mind, after all, we were just buddies having some fun.  When I
said that, Danny just grinned and asked me if I wanted to do it some
more.  I laughed to cover my embarrassment, not wanting to say that I
did, yet at the same time wanting so very much to continue.  Instead, I
just launched a sneak counter-attack that quickly failed and ended up
with Danny's boner in my mouth again.  This time Danny didn't force it
down my throat so I didn't choke.  I just sucked on his dick like it
was the most natural thing in the world.

     I don't know how long it took, but it surprised the hell out of me
when he shot his load in my mouth.  I choked on it, swallowed half of
it and spit the other half out on the rocks.  I was mad as hell because
I thought Danny had pissed in my mouth.  Danny laughed when I told him
this, to which he then proceeded to explain to me what an orgasm was.
I was a bit unclear on the concept, but when Danny put his mouth on my
still raging boner, I remember it being the most incredible sensation
that I had ever experienced.  When a tingling sensation started to
build up in my toes and climb up my legs and up and down my spine, it
was the most extraordinary thing I had ever experienced.  I tried to
tell Danny that it felt like I had to piss, but I couldn't talk.  The
tingling sensations just traveled up and down my body until every thing
started to shake and my whole body started to flip around without me
doing anything.  When it finally stopped, I opened my eyes to see Danny
standing over me, wiping his chin.

     "Did you like that?" he asks.  I could only nod my head in
agreement, not trusting myself to speak.

     "Wanna do it again?" he asks.  I grin and we begin to wrestle
again.  This time we end up with our boners in each other's mouths at
the same time.  I lost all awareness of everything else except the hot
wet mouth on my boner and the hot hard silky smooth boner in my mouth.
Again, the tingles began to ride up and down my spine, and we both came
twice more that sunny afternoon on the rocks.

     For the rest of that summer, on every chance we could, Danny and 
I had our boners in each other's mouth.  When Danny wasn't at his 
cottage, I was lost in boredom, anxiously looking for a sign of his 
arrival and furiously beating my meat in endless teenaged frustration.

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