Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 00:42:09 -0600 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael: Spring Surpise Part I Michael, Marcus, and Danny: Spring Surprise Well, here it is; the third installment of the Michael and Danny series. This story bridges the first ("The Beginning") with the second ("Road Trip"). Essentially, it is the "Empire Strikes Back" of the MM&D saga. Marcus is back by popular demand, as the story picks up in March. The first story dropped off in January and the second picked up in June, just to give you an idea. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not like this, are not of age, or it is illegal in the area which you reside, please leave now. I should also mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. So here's the deal; it's been about two months since I concluded "Roadtrip" and got to work on this story. I got one main request for the plot of this story (and not much else), and have written the first three chapters to set it up. So I will post the first three chapters during the next week or so, and then let readers resolve the cliffhanger that ends the third chapter. So make sure to send your idea on what should happen once that comes around. Until then, please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love to hear from my readers, it lets me know people appreciate the work I do. Enjoy! Chapter One: Catching Up The last few months had flown by. Winter slowly faded to spring, although in the Northwest it was hard to tell. The only change for me was the hope of a snow day, which was a major thrill for a twelve year old, was gone. It was the time of year when federal holidays were few, school weeks were actually five days, and everything seemed hopeless. Of course that is over dramatizing the situation, as I was quite happy and active. I enjoyed going to school, mostly because I got to see my friends. And mostly because I got to see Michael and Marcus. They were my two best friends and it seemed like nothing could separate us. Michael and I had been friends since third grade, although we didn't get really close until fifth grade. We both had the same teacher that year, our last in elementary school, and grew very close. It was nice to have such a strong friendship as we entered the harsh world of middle school. We relied on each other those first few days for support, although the transition was surprisingly easy. I liked sixth grade a lot, all the new people, new classes, and new teachers. We had met Marcus last fall in math class. He had just moved with his family from Utah and didn't know anyone. We saw him in the corner, sitting by himself, and decided to befriend him. He turned out to be really cool and instantly became a part of our circle. Although our ring of friends included dozens of people, we three were much closer to each other than anyone else. We started fooling around with each other in November, and by January had gone "all the way." We kept it between the three of us, realizing people knowing about it would lead to the destruction of our social lives. We didn't mind keeping quiet; as long as we had each other, we were happy. Each day we went over to either Michael's house or my own house after school and hung out. We played X-Box, chatted online, played basketball, and other normal boy stuff. Normal boy stuff, save the twenty minutes or so we spent masturbating each other or giving blow jobs. I was an only child and Michael's siblings were all older than him, so it was easy to find privacy. Normally just our respective mothers were home, so they were the only obstacle. We often would disappear into a locked bedroom and try to get it over quickly. So far we had been left alone, so in that respect we were lucky. Sleepovers were even more fun. During these nights we had sex, waiting until everyone was asleep then taking turns having orgasms into each other's bowels. We tried to have one every weekend, but they had to happen on a Friday since Marcus couldn't on Saturday. His family was Mormon and Sunday was reserved for just family activities. Sometimes Michael and I would extend the sleepover to Saturday even though Marcus couldn't be there. He assured us time after time that he was fine with it and wasn't jealous or anything. Michael and I felt bad; however there was something extra special between just us two. Our sex seemed more passionate, often taking twice as long as the night before. We both wanted Marcus to be there though, as he was an integral part of our initial play back in November and one of the nicest kids I had ever met. It was Monday morning, and another full week of school was starting. My alarm clock was ringing and I purposely placed it across the room where I had to get out of bed to turn it off. Otherwise, I had a tendency to hit the "off" button and then fall back to sleep. I was completely naked and had slept that way since Michael, Marcus, and I had curled up against each other nude after our first blowjob experience. I couldn't stand to sleep in anything now, not even boxers. During sleepovers we often didn't bring our sleeping bags, instead electing to build a "nest" with various blankets and pillows. This way it was easier to sleep naked together without raising suspicion. It was hard to do that in just your sleeping bag. Upon switching the alarm clock off, I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and groggily headed out of my room. I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. I was not a morning person, and never had been. I woke up easily, a tool that came in handy during those naked sleepovers, but had a hard time getting out of that morning fog. It seemed to surround me and suck all my energy away. I stepped into the shower and gave the water one more slight adjustment. I didn't like my showers too hot, unlike Michael, who preferred them way too hot for my liking. I soaped myself up, making sure to hit all the private and hard to reach areas, and then let the falling water rinse me off. After shampooing, I just stood there and let the water fall over me. I felt much better, the morning haze had lifted and was ready for another day. Turning the water off, I reached around the shower curtain and found my towel. Rubbing the towel all across my body, I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. My smooth adolescent body shone back at me. My hair was a dark red, cut short and normally combed forward. I was completely hairless everywhere else. I'm sure a few light hairs speckled my legs and pubis, but nothing easily detected. I was slightly jealous of Michael's developments, his pubic hair and the light hairs that were beginning to grow on his legs. However, he never ragged on me about being more mature, but rather made me feel special for the way I was. I was cut, my penis hanging loosely after the warm shower. It still stood about three and a half inches when erect and angled a little bit towards my belly . I was the kind of kid who didn't tan very well and burned easily. Most red heads were like that I guess. Both my parents had red hair, so I didn't really have a choice. I like it though, it made me unique. Opening the door and feeling the cold rush of air enter the warm bathroom, I shivered and went back to my bedroom. Picking out my wardrobe was easy because I didn't worry so much about my clothes as other people. A pair of cargo pants and a tee shirt was fine for me. I slipped on my red Nike basketball shirt and headed downstairs. I could smell eggs and bacon, something my mom cooked for me every Monday morning. "Mornin' Danny," my mom said sweetly, flipping the sizzling bacon. "Hey," I responded. "Smells good." "Should be ready in a minute or two," she said, moving the eggs around with a spatula. I headed towards the table and sat down. I rummaged through the paper for the sports section, checking out the scores of the previous night's games. The Sonics won, but that was about it. No baseball or football this time of year. Although I didn't watch them much on TV, I liked to check out how they were doing in the paper. Marcus was the sports fan of the three of us, talking excitedly about his beloved Mariners. Michael and I found it cute the way he could get worked up about something so trivial. My food was delivered and it looked delicious. I was starving, probably because we had an early dinner last night with my grandma. Last Friday night we had a sleepover at my house, but Michael and I didn't extend it for another night. We did it about once every other week, making it all the more special. "Thank you," I said, picking up my fork and diving in. "Anything for my big boy," my mom said, running her hands through my hair. "You sure are growing up fast." "Awww Mom, not now," I whined, wanting to read the comics and concentrate on eating. Ever since I started middle school you'd think I was leaving for college the next day. I guess being an only child was like that; I was their one and only. "Alright sweetheart," my mom said, heading back towards the kitchen to wash the pans. "I think we're going to come over here today," I told her, referring to Michael, Marcus and I. "Sounds good," my mom called back, battling with the greasy bacon pan. "You boys are always so good, never a problem." It was true. We made extra sure to be good so our moms wouldn't get annoyed. Nothing would be worse then, `I don't want you boys coming over here every day anymore.' Well, every other day technically. My bike was used for transportation between the two houses. It was about a ten minute bike ride from my house to Michael's, but something we had done many times. We wouldn't be able to meet after school everyday if we couldn't provide our own transportation and the parents had to be bummed for rides. That was one of the reasons we switched houses every day. When we were at Michael's, I rode the bike back to my house. The next day Michael and Marcus rode it back to Michael's house, from where it was only a matter of blocks to Marcus' house. Marcus, being so small, easily fit on the back of the bike while Michael pedaled. I finished up my meal, thanked my mom again, and then headed into the family room to watch a few cartoons before it was time to catch the bus. I liked to wake up early and give myself a little time like this, I hate feeling rushed and not able to relax. Like always the time flew by and before I knew it I had to board the bus. I grabbed my backpack, recoiled as my mom planted a huge kiss on my face, and headed out the door. I climbed onto the bus and sat down a few rows from the driver. Sixth graders know their territory. Watch for Chapter Two to come out soon! Send your comments to jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com.