Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 20:07:00 -0500 From: Dameon Hellfire Subject: Danny's Story This is my first time doing this stuff, so give me a break. If you aren't past 18, I guess you shouldn't be here. If you like it let me know, my e-mail is Dameon555@hotmail.com. (I would have used 666, but I'm not quite that bad!) And if you don't like my story, don`t bother to e-mail me! This is my story, and I'm not going to lie and say that I made it up. I've done enough stuff that I don't have to, but I am changing up the names so that I don't get sued or something. I own all the rights and don't think about making money off of it! ME Am going to give you a bit about me, before I tell this story, so it doesn't get in the way. My name is Dameon Stefan, and I'm 16. (15 at the time of this story, and my real last name is one of those 'too long' Greek ones.) I'm not mentioning my four older brothers and sisters since they don't have much to do with this. (Yes, dammit, I'm the `baby') Mom and dad both work at some really good jobs, so we all have our own `space'. My whole family knows that I'm gay, ever since I was just 14, they're cool about it, but sometimes I get teased pretty badly. Guess I'll tell you about my looks. When you cross a tall handsome Greek guy with a great-looking and petite Italian gal, you get me as the result. I keep my black curly hair at about two inches. Got more of my mom's looks than my dad's. Long lashes over deep brown eyes, high cheekbones and a clear olive complexion. My nose is almost perfect, a bit long and thin, but I don't have one of those nasty humps to it. I have an almost evil grin that lets too many people know I am up to no good. Usually, I just put on my `flirt' look to get what I want. I close my eyes partway, and slowly run the tip of my tongue across my pouty lips a time or two. And, if I hear one more person tell me that I'm a `pretty boy', I swear to hurt them!! Just wanted to let you know. Now for the parts you probably want to know about the most. I'm five foot seven, and it seems I may be stuck at this height forever, as I haven't grown any since I was 14! My weight is 165, and again, that hasn't changed either. I work out a lot to maintain what I have. I'm on my high school wrestling team, so I've been working out since I was like 13. I love the looks I get at wrestling meets. Taller guys from the other teams in my weight class think that I'm some cute kid that's a fat ass, until I take off my sweatshirt. I get a kick out of it when they see that, pound for pound, I have a lot more muscle than they do. Then, when I strip down to my singlet, their eyes really bug out! First, they stare at my thickly muscled legs, then at my crotch. When you're packing 5 thick inches when it's soft, and some pretty hefty nuggets to match, a lot of people look twice, or more. I don't have much of any body hair, it's all pretty sparse, my legs and arms are almost smooth, and even my pit and pube hairs aren't very thick. Guess it makes my `equipment' look even bigger. I sure get enough looks in the showers. (And a whole lot of sex too) Not one hair on my nutsack, and I've looked in the mirror enough to know that there's barely any even near my booty. (I've got about the most severe case of 'bubble butt' ever, and it's all muscle) A lot of guys at school know I'm gay, but they keep it quiet. Guess they don't want to have to share me! I've got about ten regulars that are really hot looking guys on my list, lots more that I see once in a while and I've gotten my share of virgins guys too! You get a guy horny enough, they agree to about anything! (Am not adding the guys I hook up with from other schools after wrestling meets) Well, enough of this, I've got a story to tell you... Danny's Story It had been another one of those damn days. You know the kind. Every time you turn around things go wrong! I overslept a bit, and my mom gave me hell for it. "Dameon Stefan, Get your ass out of bed, you only have fifteen minutes to get to the bus!" She almost screamed through my door. How I hate that shit! Running late again. "Yes, dearest mom on the planet!" I shouted back. (Actually she is about as great a mom as a guy could want) I stretched, and then I realized something was begging for my attention. The worst part was waking up with wood and not having the time to take care of it right! That was going to give me trouble all day in school, dammit! I gave my thick seven and a half inches a nice squeeze, then, with a sigh; I let go of it and got out of bed. (Always naked, I hate to wear anything to bed!) Doing a quick pump, I took a few seconds to look in the mirror. (It's part of what I do every day) Some guys think that their muscles are cut, well mine are about as sharp as a carving knife. Pinching one of my dime-sized nipples, the sensation called my attention back to `varmint'. (That's what I call my pride and joy) "Sorry, buddy, you are going to have to wait a while today." With him begging for his morning workout, I sadly put him and his two accomplices in a jockstrap. Sure, they will still be noticed under my pants, but a jockstrap is all that I wear, as I need that extra support all day. I jumped into some clothes, then did my quick bit in the bathroom. (Don't ask for details, it was just the usual) Partway to the kitchen, she struck again. "Dameon Antonio Stefan...!" Mom yelled. Almost sliding into the kitchen, I gave her my most innocent of looks, as I kissed her on the cheek. She rolled her eyes and grinned, as she sipped on her coffee. "Don't even try that with me, I know better," she said with a slight laugh. I laughed too, as I quickly downed a protein drink and some supplements. "So, did you and Billy get your studying done?" She asked, with an emphasis on `stud'. I almost spit out my drink as I felt my face redden. My hands had been on more than books while at his house. Turning to face her, I could see the twinkle in her eye. "Mom... it's Bill, we aren't kids anymore," I shot back. "Sorry, I forgot how `old' you are these days," she laughed again. Shaking my head, I pulled on my heavy coat, and gathered my stuff for school. I crossed the room, and gave her another kiss. "Love you mom, you're the best." (I told her that every day) "You're just lucky that I am, love you too," she said with a smug look. I almost made it to the door, when she got me one last time. "Damie, play nice with the other boys at school." (No one teases me more than mom) My face reddened again as I thought about some of my buds that I would `play' with. "Mom!" I said loudly as I made my escape. (She knows that I hate to be called Damie) Damn, for only November, it was really cold outside. When you have next to no body fat, you feel it. My usual group of 5 friends was at the bus stop. We grew up together, and we were all pretty close, even the girls. The bus ran late, of course, just enough to keep me from making varmint happy before my first class. By the end of my school day, which was shitty to start with and stayed that way, my score was 2-1-0. (2 blowjobs given, 1 received, and no `extra' fun) My average was 3-2-1, so you can see that it wasn't a good day. I play saxophone in the band, which is my last class. Just my luck that it ran over, as my section had an extra practice. Seeing the halls empty after, I knew the bus was gone. Damn! I checked to make sure, but not a one left. Calling home, there was no answer, so it looked like I would have a great time walking the 2 miles home in the cold. It's okay when the weather is warm, but I just don't like my ass frozen, okay? A mile later and I was passing by the middle school. Even the kids from there were mostly gone by then. Damn wind! No hat and no gloves, the only part of me that was warm was from the waist up. Even varmint was quiet! I saw a figure from the direction of the school, all bundled up, approaching the intersection I was nearing. We both hit at almost the same time. Damn! Even with his face partly hidden by the parka hood, I could see he was cute. Pale complexion, reddish brown hair, and green eyes. He was taller than I was, but that's no surprise. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. (That's how I almost always get things started) Varmint was waking up. He turned and started walking with me. It was hard to miss the sax case he carried in one gloved hand. "Saxophone, right?" I had to start a conversation with him somehow. "Yeah, we have chair tryouts tomorrow, and I need to practice," he said in a mellow tenor voice. (For those of you that don't know, that's how they figure out who is the best and worst, and sit you in order, and a lot of times in school they do it every few months, at least in mine) My mind started working on its favorite subject... sex. Knowing that if I did it right, I could have my way with this cute guy. "You won't believe it, but that's what I play," I said with a grin. "Really? I've never seen you in the band; do you go to private school?" He responded. "No, I'm in the high school band. I'm a tenth grader, and I play fourth chair, first section." "Wow! I'm an eighth grader, and I'll be lucky to get in the first section at all. I only started playing last year, and then we moved here a few months ago," he said with a frown. "Maybe I could give you a few pointers, when you have the time," I said to him, flashing my most winning smile. "You'd do that for me, and you don't even know me?" He asked with excitement. "No, but I'd do it for a friend," I replied, seeing his face sadden. "My name's Dameon, but my friends all call me Tony. I hope that's what you'll call me," I said holding out my hand. His face brightened almost instantly, as he shook my hand. Damn, that hurt! I hadn't realized how frozen they were. "I'm Danny, pleased to meet you, Tony," he said with a huge assed grin. He seemed to figure out just how cold I was. "Hey, I only live on the next block. Would you like to come in and get warmed up?" He asked with an innocent look. Do I really have to tell you how my mind started to race? Varmint was slowly waking up to my thoughts. I wanted to ask him what he had in mind, but knew he wouldn't quite catch my meaning. "Just being out of this wind for a few minutes would help a lot; I still have almost another mile to go," I said with a shy grin. Danny lived in a modest house. In less than five minutes I met his mom, and younger brother and sister. His 12-year-old brother, Jimmy looked like a smaller version of Danny, except for having blue eyes. We would have had 2 mugs of steaming hot cocoa, but I pointed out that it wouldn't be too good to work on his sax if we drank that. His mom brewed us a great herbal tea instead. She went out shopping with the other 2, saying she would be back in about 3 hours, and we were left alone in the house. We ended up in his room soon enough. Working on his sax gave us the excuse to shut the door. It also gave me reason to touch him quite a bit. He was pretty smart and in no time picked up most of what I showed him. The boy was so sweet, I was really getting to like him, and not just lust over him. About a half-hour had passed, and I couldn't believe how warm the room was, it gave me a great excuse to take off my baggy sweatshirt. His eyes went wide as he looked at my skintight t-shirt. "Wow, Tony! You must work out a lot!" He said, almost in awe. "You look in pretty good shape yourself, Danny," I said back, with a sincere look. "Naw, nothing even close to what you have," he said shyly. "I'll be the judge of that. Why don't you take off your shirt and show me?" He just sat there turning red. His eyes widened at he saw the evil grin on my face. I moved in for the kill! Starting with a few jabs to the ribs and stomach, I soon had him on the floor, as I continued to tickle him. Even though he begged me to stop, I told him that I would only if he took off his shirt. After a few more minutes, he finally agreed. He blushed as he slowly removed the layers, until his torso was bare. (Did I mention how cute he was?) He was slim, but did have some definition. Only a few hairs under his arms told me that he had more somewhere lower. Taking off my own shirt, I could see the lust start to show on his face. I had him feel the muscles in my arms, chest and stomach. His fingers stayed wherever I put them. Then, it was my turn to touch him. He moaned slightly as I teased both of his nickel-sized nipples while I traced his almost flat pecs. Letting my fingers play over his flat tummy, he closed his eyes and sighed loudly. I stopped, seeing the large bulge in his pants. Varmint was begging to be let out! His eyes slowly opened a dreamy expression on his face. "Would you like to check out my leg muscles now?" I asked with my evil grin. His face changed, as his grin became almost as evil as mine did. Reaching for his belt, I stopped him, then started to unfasten his pants myself. He reacted by reaching for mine at the same time. Maybe I had met my match? I wasn't too surprised to see that he didn't have any tent in his boxers. Not this guy. Eight thin inches of prime cut boy meat stuck right out the fly. Danny tried to pull down my jock, but varmint made it awkward. "How about we both strip ourselves the rest of the way?" I suggested. "Good idea," he said, with that evil grin on his face. In seconds, we both stood totally bare, as we checked each other out. Damn, if he didn't have more pubes than me, but varmint was a lot thicker than his cock, and his hairless nutsack wasn't as large as mine either. All in all though, this guy was more than worth the time. Without a word, we both reached out and took our hot tools in each other's hands. (I like to start them out with the basics, before moving on to the more fun stuff.) It was just starting to get really nice, when there was a crash! We both turned just in time to see Jimmy tumble out of the closet. WELL, THERE'S PART OF DANNY'S STORY. IF YOU WOULD LIKE MORE OF IT LET ME KNOW, AND IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT, TOO BAD! Dameon555@hotmail.com