Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2019 02:17:01 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: High School: Danny's First Love, part one. This story contains sexual situations between two males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my first work. The names and places have been changed to protect the not so innocent. I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd try my hand at this and tell you my story or at least part of my story. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in (well if you read along you'll find out.) English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! Danny's First Love, part one By Anthony Scordato I lived in a small town in Northern California. My dad left, divorced my mom, moved across the country and started a new family when I was seven-years old. I went to visit once but then refused to go again. So, it was just Mom and I. Living in a small town had its advantages and disadvantages. Everyone knew everyone. We lived on ten acres of land in the hills Ð mostly trees. It was pretty rustic. Our neighbors were great people Ð kind. Steve and Mary had three children Ð Mark, Kristen and Ryan. Since it was just my mom and I, they would babysit me. Usually, I'd just sleep over at their house. I'd sleep in Mark and Ryan's room. They had two twin beds. When I stayed over Mark usually stayed at a friend's house since he was so much older than Ryan and me. Mark was nine years older than me. Kristen was seven years older and Ryan was one year older. He used to tell me that he was a mistake. Because Ryan and I were so close in age, we hung out a lot. It might seem like there might be little to do in a small rural town in Northern California, but Ryan and I always found adventures to be had. It is amazing what two boys can find wondering around the forest or along the river during a summer day. I guess I should tell you something about myself. My name is Daniel, but when I was younger my friends called me Danny. Now, I'm known as Dr. Dan. My story begins fifteen years ago when I was fourteen years old and a freshman in high school. I was always tall for my age - tall and skinny. I was the tallest kid in my middle school class. I had reached 6 feet when I was in eighth grade. However, being tall can be a real disadvantage. It's hard to hide in a group of people. And the attention I received was not positive. Since I was not athletic or a tough, I was bullied by kids who were older but shorter than me. It was pretty bad in sixth grade but then got better in seventh and eighth Ð those kids went on to high school. But then when I started high school, it started up again. There were three guys who seemed to enjoy giving me grief. Soon, I had to stay out of the bathrooms at school. I don't know how they knew when I'd go into one, but they'd be there soon after I went in. I couldn't pee at the urinal because they'd sneak up on me and shove me hard into the wall. A couple to time I peed on my pants. They loved that. So, I started locking myself in the stall. Then they just filled a cup with water and threw it over the door. The last time, instead of water, it was piss. They'd keep doing that until I came out. Then I'd get shoved and hit. They'd call me a freak and a fag. By then I knew I was gay, but I couldn't figure out how they knew. I had never told anyone. When riding the school bus, I'd have to sit up near the driver or I'd get punched and shoved. No one ever tried to stop them because if they did then they'd be on their shit list. The best thing to do was just try to stay out of their way. So, I started walking home from school. It was a three-mile walk, but it was late October and the weather was still good and I liked being outside. A car rolled up beside me and slowed down. My face flushed. Could it be one of them? I just kept walking, staring at the concrete. I heard the car window roll down and someone call out, "Hey, Danny. Get in." It was Ryan and his mother who was driving. Ryan was almost as tall as me, but he was not skinny. He was then playing on the junior varsity football team Ð he was a wide receiver and he was great. He also ran on our track team. He was slim, but solid muscle. His dad turned their garage into a workout room for Mark who never used it. Now Ryan used it to work out with weights. I opened the car door and slid into the backseat. "Hi, Mrs. Murray," I said. "I could have walked the rest of the way." "Nonsense," she said. "Besides, your mother wants you to have dinner with us and for you to spend the night." "Why?" "She called and said that she was staying in town until late for work." My mother was a lawyer and she and two partners were the only lawyers in town. "Oh, okay." To Ryan I said, "Why are you not at practice? You have a game tomorrow." "We get out early before a game. Besides, it's almost five. Why didn't your mother just call you?" I sighed and shook my head. He turned and looked at me. "She took your phone. What did you do?" "Fucked up on a language arts test Ð I got a B-. Why the fuck do they call it language arts? It's fucking English. Language arts my ass." Mrs. Murray laughed. "If Ryan lost his phone every time he `fucked up' on a test he wouldn't have a phone." Mrs. Murray and I chuckled, but then I felt an ache in my stomach. Mark was a straight A student, a Stanford graduate and now at Yale law school. He was the pride and joy of Dr. and Mrs. Murray. Kristen graduated from UC Berkeley and had followed in her father's footsteps and was attending the USC Dental School. Ryan, who I thought was very smart, was the athlete and the academic fuck up according to his father. We arrived at their house. His mom said, " Dinner at seven." "Thank you, Mrs. Murray." Ryan and I walked to his room. He sat on his bed and patted the mattress. "Sit," he said. "What?" "Sit." I sighed and sat beside him. "You won't be bothered any longer." "What do you mean?" "I heard about what was happening - Eric, Carl and Michael. I found Eric and told him that if he and those other two assholes gave you any more shit I'd kick the shit out of him and his friends. And I told him that the entire JV football team had your back as well." I stared at him and then looked away. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shook my head. "I just feel stupid. I should be able to defend myself." "Look, Danny, I can help you with that. I've told you before, we can work out together. I mean I'd love the company and you can spot me. And last year we ran the hills together and then you stopped." "I like to run, but I feel like I hold you back. You're a sprinter." "You don't." "I can't spot you," I said, pushing up my sleeve. "I can barely lift my arms over my head." We both smiled. "Okay, so I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Now you owe me. And I hate running by myself. So, we are running again and you're lifting with me or I'm going to kick your ass. And for my birthday, I got boxing gloves and a hanging bag. You're going to box and kick box." I stared at him and shook my head. "I'll run, butÉ" The next thing I knew, he wrestled me to the floor and was tickling me. "You're lifting and boxing or I'm going to make you throw up." I squirmed and laughed. "Okay. " I got up. Tears filled my eyes. "You're going to know I'm a doofus." "Seriously. I've known you all your life. I already know you're a doofus." He laughed. I smiled. "I want to take a slow run tonight," he said. "We can do it before dinner." "I don't have stuff. You go alone." "Not going to happen," he said standing. He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. I had seen him naked hundreds of times. We were never shy around each other. When we were kids and running through the forest, we'd get naked and play piss games. Ð who could piss the furthest, we'd piss on anthills or gopher holes. We'd drink water bottles of water so we'd have plenty of piss for the day. He pulled off his jeans and stepped out of his underwear. I didn't think I'd ever not feel my body warm and my face tingled when I saw him like that. I thought if he knew that I was gay, he'd stop undressing in front of me and make me sleep in Kristen's room. His pecs were tightly set above his six-pack. His arms and shoulders were not big but they were defined. The only hair on his body were his pubes which he cut short Ð he said that was the way his girlfriend like them Ð and some hair on his legs below his knees. His ass was hard and round. His flaccid cock was about four inches and sat on top of his egg-sized testicles. He had thick dark brown straight hair and grey-blue eyes, and what I thought was the most beautiful full-lipped smile. "We'll go to your house," he said, facing me. He stepped into a pair of Nike running underwear. "You can get your stuff and change there. You'll have to get stuff for tomorrow anyway." "Mom," he yelled as we headed out. "Danny and I are going for a run. We'll be back in time for dinner. I'm taking the car." It was an old Jeep Cherokee that Mark and then Kristine used and was used for carting large items from town. It was going to be Ryan's car when he turned sixteen. "Ryan," she called out. Living out in a rural area it was not unusual for fifteen-year old unlicensed drivers to drive around the neighborhood. "Just up the hill. I'll leave it there and drive it back when we get back." "You'd better be careful." He drove to my house and parked. We went inside. He followed me to my room and sat on my bed. I undressed. He said, "You shouldn't be intimidated about lifting. I was skinny like you once." "Yeah, when? When you were six?" He laughed. I pulled off my underwear, worrying that I'd get an erection in front of him. Being naked was not out of the ordinary where we live. There is a river that runs through the hills around our town. Actually, there is a reservoir about twenty miles north of us and they keep the river flowing through our town. During the summer, most of the people in town head up the river and swim, jump from the rocks into deep pools of water and tube down the river. It's slow moving, but it runs. Most of the people - boy and girls, young and old - go naked. I think I've seen most everyone naked. He stood and walked up to me. "You've got no fat on you. And look," he said tracing his finger over my chest and stomach. You've got pecs and abs." He turned me around. "We'll have to work on your back and butt," he said slapping my ass. "And your arms and legs need work." I felt like my face was on fire. "Everything needs work," I said, staring at him. "You need to trim your pubes," he said. "Yeah, right. Like anyone cares." "After I get through with you they'll care." I chuckled. He said staring at my junk, "You know your package is almost a nice as mine. I haven't seen you hard in years. You a show-er or a grower?" "What does that mean?" "You look to be about four inches soft like me. You get much bigger?" "I guess it almost doubles." I felt my cock tingling. I grabbed my Nike running underwear and pulled them on. "Really," he said, stepping back. "I've got to see that. You're almost as big as me and you're fourteen." I pulled on a tee shirt and stepped in my joggers. "You're only a year older." "We'll have to compare like when we were kids," he said. I gathered a change of clothes and headed to his car. I put my stuff in the backseat and then we started our run. I said, "You'd do that?" "Do what?" "Compare." "Sure. Why not?" Running the hills can give you a real workout. But he wanted to take it easy so we were keeping the pace down. "Haven't you jerked off with any of your other friends?" he asked. "Ah, no." "Seriously. You've never jerked off with buddies." "No." "Is it that you'd not want to?" "No. I mean, it just never happened, I guess." I felt my cock move. "Who have you jerked off with?" I swallowed hard. I began to feel jealous, but I had come to understand that at school he had his friends (teammates) and I had mine. But at home we were still best of friends. "A few of the guys from the team. So, well remedy that tonight. Besides, I'm tired of you sleeping in my room and I can't jerk off." My heart was pound and not because we were running. "Yeah, sure, I mean if you want to." We jogged along. "And sorry for cramping your style." "You didn't. I just jerked off after you fell asleep." I laughed. We ran for a while. Silence. He stopped running and started walking. I glanced back at him. "You okay?" I waited for him. "Don't tell anybody this." We stared at each other. "Promise." "Yeah, sure. You know I can keep secrets." He nodded. "When Mark and I shared a room he used to jerk off all the time." "Really? In front of you?" "Yeah. I never told anyone that before. Do you think it's weird?" "No, I mean I don't have a brother. I guess brothers do that. When? I mean he's so much older than you." "Eight years older. I guess I don't remember when it started. I don't remember stuff from when I was five or six and it started before then I'd guess. But he'd do it right in front of me, like in the morning when we'd get up to go to school. The alarm would go off and he'd just lie there in bed and jerk off. And when we'd go to sleep, I mean every night, he'd lie on his bed and stroke his cock." "Did he know you could see him?" Ryan chuckled. "Could you see from his bed to mine?" "Yeah." "He told me he didn't care if I watched him, but if I ever told anyone he'd tell them that he never knew I was watching and then he'd beat the shit out of me. So, you're the first I'm telling." "Wow. What did you think when you watched him?" "I remember that I was curious about why he did it and I was scared because I knew I couldn't ever tell anyone. Then he told me to rub mine while he stroked his. I remember that I thought it was interesting to watch him shoot his load. I think it really turned him on that I watched him." "You don't remember the first time. I mean how it happen the first time?" "No. I kind of wish I did. He said that I caught him once and that I kept asking him to let me watch and that I told him if I didn't get to watch him I was going to tell my mom and dad what he was doing. So, he just said okay." "Why would you're parents care if he was jerking off. I mean if you caught him." "Yeah, I know. Then I didn't think of that, but now it kind of doesn't make sense." "I never liked him." He nudged me, "My dick is bigger than his." "Did you compare with him?" "So, when he went to college, I guess I was about ten so I was still a kid. He'd come home for holidays and the summer and it would happen again. Before he graduated I hit puberty and my cock was bigger than his and it all stopped." "So, you didn't jerk off together?" "No." "Now that's weird. I mean if he's going to jerk off in front of you why stop when you hit puberty. He's a jerk," I said. "A fucking jerk." When we arrived at his house, dinner was about ready to be served. "Shower later," Mrs. Murray said. "Your favorite," Dr. Murray said. "Mary's special homemade Mac and Cheese." "God, I love your Mac and cheese," I said, smiling at Mary. "I gave your mother the recipe." I chuckled as she scooped a mound on my plate. "My mother can't boil water without screwing it up." Mary put two pieces of chicken on my plate and a mound of green beans. "Eat," she said. "You look like a strong wind could blow you away." "Danny is going to workout with me from now on." "Really," Dr. Murray said. "Good. You should show him how to make the protein shakes you make." Dinner was great but all I could think about was what would come later. My dick was semi-hard all night. We helped with the dishes. "You have homework?" Mary asked. I said, "Yeah. I have to write an essay on Shakespeare's, Julius Caesar. I've done most of it, but I have to finish it and I have math homework." I sat on the floor and did my homework, while Ryan sat at his desk and did his. I kept glancing at the clock. I felt a bit lightheaded. I never would have guessed that straight guys jerk off together and don't care who sees them. My cock was hard. "I'm done for tonight," he said closing his books. He turned and looked at me. "You think I'm weird." "What?" "What I told you. Mark jerking off and me watching him." "No. I think he's weird and it's fucked up that he said he'd beat you up if you told on him. I never think you're weird." I felt sad. "You're my best friend." He smiled. "Remember when we were kids and we'd ride our bikes to the river and get naked and drink a bunch of water and find that ant hill." I laughed. "We'd pee down the hole and say, `drown you mother fuckers, drown." He laughed. "Remember how I showed you we could rub our penises and get hard and then we'd run around like that." "Yeah. That was fun." We stared at each other. "You saw your brother rubbing his and getting hard." He nodded. "Ryan, that was fun that wasn't weird. We said that made us like brothers." He stared and me and then sighed. "It's not the same," I said. "I like that we were brothers like that. Besides, you never blamed me or threatened me." He nodded. "I'm going to take a quick shower." "Okay," I said. "I'm about done." I lay there on the floor thinking about Mark and how much I always disliked him. I loved Ryan and I loved the friendship we had. I remembered how we'd play naked in the forest and by the river and then when it all stopped. I just hadn't realized that it was when Ryan reached puberty. I heard the shower stop running. He entered the room drying himself with a towel. His junk swung from side to side as he ran the towel over his back. "Your turn." I underdressed in the bathroom and took a quick shower. My cock was hard and stayed that way. I tried to think of stuff that would make me get soft but it wasn't working. I walked into his room drying myself off and holding the towel in front of me. He was lying on his bed naked and uncovered. "So, you still want to do this," he said smiling. "Yeah, sure, if you do." He chuckled. "My favorite hobby," he said pulling on his cock. "I wish I had kept tract of all the times I've jerked off." I kept drying myself and watching him, waiting for him to get hard. "Why?" "Well I could figure out the amount I usually come and then figure out how much cum I've shot." He kept stroking his cock. It was now hard. "You know those Home Depot orange buckets." "Yeah." "I think I'd have filled one by now." I laughed. So did he. He got up and sat on my bed so his back was against the wall and his legs were across the short part of the bed. He patted the mattress beside him. "Join me." I sighed and tossed the towel onto the floor. As I walked toward him, my cock swayed. I saw that he was looking at it. "Wait," he said. He jumped up and moved to his desk. I stood in the middle of the room. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out of ruler. "Are you totally hard?" "As hard as I get." I was so hard that I felt like my cock was going to burst. He put the ruler on top of my cock and pushed it gentle against me. He then held both my cock and the ruler with one hand and put a finger against the ruler where my cock head ended. As I felt him grip my cock, electricity pulsed through my body. It was the first time he'd touched my cock since I was eleven. His hand felt familiar. He stepped to the desk light. We both looked at the ruler where his finger was. "Seven inches and I'd say a little over a half. You've grown since I last saw you hard." "Yeah, well you've grown since the last time I saw you hard, too. I guess that's puberty." Studying the ruler he said, "What is that mark?" "I guess its eighths. So I guess seven and five-eighths." "Let me check again." And again his hand wrapped around my cock and the ruler as he bent down and placed his finger at the end of my cock. He looked at the ruler. "Yeah, that's it." He handed me the ruler. "I've got you beat," he said and smiled. "And be sure you measure it all." I chuckled, but I felt like my insides were shaking. I knelt on one knee. "Are you completely hard?" He started jerking his cock inches from my face. "Yeah, go for it." I wrapped my fingers around his cock. "I think yours is fatter than mine." "Thicker." I put the ruler on top of his cock and pressed it into him. I held it and his cock with one hand and put my finger at the tip of his cock. "Damn," I said. "It's a mark over eight inches." "Really. Last time Greg and I measured it, it was just under eight." Greg was one of Ryan's friends and the quarterback on the junior varsity football team. "Let me do it again." I said and smiled at him. He nodded. I held his cock and the ruler, placed my finger at the end of his cock and against the ruler and then stood up. We looked at the ruler under the light. "Yeah, eight and probably a quarter." "Cool," he said and walked to his bed. I put the ruler down and sat on his bed beside him. "How big is Mark? "Never measured it, but about like this, maybe six inches," he said, showing me by placing his finger along his cock. "He got the big brains and I got the big cock." "You've got just as big a brain as him," I said, feeling that ache in my gut. Although I wished I could tell him that his parents didn't complain about his abilities, I couldn't because I'd heard them do it too many times. And he did it to himself too. "Do you dry jerk or do you use lube?" he asked. "Ah, mostly dry. Sometimes I use spit or soap in the shower. What about you?" "Yeah, same. Sometimes I use lube. Usually, if I go for a second round, I use my cum and then lube." I watched him stroke his cock and then I gently stroked mine. I felt like I could come already. He asked, "You ever do that?" "No. Sounds hot." I was so close my cock was pulsing. "I didn't know that guys like jerking off with other guys." He smiled. "There's a lot you don't know. And I'm a great teacher." "Like?" I said, gently stroking my cock and watching him stroke his. "Well, weight lifting, boxing, running races on a team, fun ways to jerk off." He looked at me and smiled. "Running on a team. You're going to teach me to," "You're joining the track team next semester." "No way." "Yes, way. You're a great distance runner. I mean, shit Danny, you can out run me any day." "You're so much faster than me." I had to stop stroking. "Yeah, in a sprint, but you can run forever and at pretty good pace too." "I don't know." "Well, we'll talk about it later." "You like bossing me around," I said. "It's not bossing. Besides, you always go along with what I say." "That's because we're friends and" "And you know I'd never do stuff to fuck you up." "Yeah, I guess." "I'm getting close." "Me, too," I said. He was stroking hard and fast. I stopped and watched. His entire body tensed. His legs straightened and he began thrusting upward. Cum shot from his cock, one shot, then another, landed on his chest. The third shot went over his head and hit the wall behind him and the next two hit his face. The rest covered his chest. "Fuck," he moaned. "I haven't come that hard in a long time." He kept gently stroking his cock and then held his fingers out over his chest and let a big glob of cum drip off his fingers. That was the first time I felt an intense desire to lick up his cum, all of it, off his fingers, his chest, his face and the wall. He licked cum off his lips, wiped his face clean and then ran the palm of his hand over his chest. He scooped up cum and wet his cock. He looked at me as he began stroking again and said, "Let me watch you come." I began stroking again as I watched his still hard cock slide through his fist. The sound and sight of him jerking off and the smell of his cum sent me over the edge. My body trembled with such intense pleasure as cum shot from my cock. The first, second and third shots hit my face. As I kept coming, I licked cum from my lips imaging it was his. I stopped stroking and lay still breathing hard. "Fuck," I said, looking at the river of cum on my chest. "Shit, you come as much as me." He was still stroking. "Can you go again?" I wet my hand with my cum and began stroking again. My cock was still rock hard. We lay beside each other masturbating. The rhythmic sound of our cocks sliding through our fingers, the bouncing of his balls and the smell of cum were the memories etched in my brain that I masturbated to hundreds of times after that night. As he masturbated he spread his legs, bending at the knees, so that his left knee leaned hard against my right leg. His touch was all I needed. "I'm going to come," I moaned. "Yeah, go for it," he said staring at my cock. My legs started trembling. He pressed his leg harder against mine. My eyes rolled in my head and I shot a second huge load all over myself. Breathing hard, I looked over at him. He was stroking and checking me out. Then his body began to tremble. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I kept stroking my cock. "I'm going to come," he grunted. He moaned and shot another load of thick goo on his chest. "Fuck, Danny, that was incredible." I kept stroking. He glanced over at me. "You going again?" "No. I mean I'd like to, but I don't think so." He rubbed cum all over his chest and then stood up. "We better get in the shower." I followed him. Did he mean us both get in together? We hadn't done that for years. I hung back. He opened the shower door, turned on the water and then stepped in holding the door for me. I hesitated. "Get in. We jerked off together we certainly can shower together." He soaped up and then handed me the soap. "We start with weights Monday. How about late afternoon, before dinner? And don't eat anything for an hour before." "Yes, sir." He got in his bed. I got in mine. It was quite for about five minutes and then he said, "You okay?" "Yeah, why?" "Your jerking-off-with-another-person cherry was broken." "Yeah. I'm fine. It feels like when we were kids and did stuff." I chuckled. "What?" "I like that you always break my cherry." He laughed. "You have plenty more cherries to break." I laughed. "Sounds like fun." He laughed louder. "I don't know that I'm the one to break them all. Monday I'm breaking you weight lifting cherry." "Ah, that's not breaking a cherry." "The way I lift weights you'll have your cherry broken." We both laughed. "Now I'm scared," I said. "Goodnight, Danny." "Goodnight." Silence. He turned off the lights. "You are a good teacher," I said. "You've always been a good teacher." Silence. I said, "Sometime I want to teach you something." "That's a deal."