Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 10:47:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part Thirteen (Young Friends) "Have you been to Villa Park before Tom?" Peter asked as we slowly walked down the busy high street on our way to the train station. It was still fairly early in the day but the shops and streets were full of people spending money. Not how I'd like to spend my Saturday but each to their own I guess. "I've never been to any football match at a stadium, Villa Park or wherever. I've seen them on TV obviously, it should be fun!" I was pretty excited to be going to a football stadium. A day out of town would be good and a chance to actually experience a real life football match would be a great thing to do. "Hopefully it'll be a good game although I suspect Liverpool will probably win which is a shame. You never know though. Now we're in the posh seats but even so you might hear some fruity language and shouts so be warned!' "Fucking hell Dad, I've literally fucked Gaz four times already this weekend. I think we're both able to cope with some "fruity" language!" Danny said. Thanks Danny, for blurting that out so everyone could hear! Luckily only Peter did and he slapped Danny down slightly "What happens in your bedroom stays in your bedroom between the two of you, I thought I'd taught you that Daniel. But point taken that you'll be fine with the language. Now let's speed up a bit, there's a train due in five minutes and I still have to get us tickets." Clearly Peter only used "Daniel" when Danny was really out of line so I was pleased he'd told him off. I really didn't want anyone, including Peter, to know exactly what was going on when Danny's door was shut. We made the train just in time and there was a feeling of excitement as it pulled out of town on its journey towards Birmingham. The train was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday and Danny and Peter chatted about the upcoming match. I mostly stayed silent though and thought about the events of earlier. I'd had my dick sucked for the first time! It had been great but in doing it I now felt like I was one more step away from ever being able to tell Gaz everything. I wish I'd be honest when he'd told me about him sucking Danny. Now it felt too late. Things had gone from "I suck Danny's dick once a week to stop him bullying you" to "I'm sort of Danny's boyfriend and he fucks me as much as he wants to. Oh and we had a 69 where he sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. But it's you I like, honest!"." Hmm, when I put it like that I doubted anyone would believe me least of all Gaz who hated Danny. For now I just had to see where this journey with Danny took me. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly where it was going to take me, bent over with Danny fucking me as often as he liked. As I thought that I fidgeted slightly as my bum was still a bit sore. Luckily Peter and Danny were too engrossed to notice. Peter was making a day of it for us, we were going to go to a pub for a light lunch and then for dinner on our way home. Two meals out in a day? Such things were certainly not what I was used to. We had sandwiches in a slightly dodgy pub while Peter got a pint and also got us a shandy each. "You had a shandy before Tom?" he asked as I sipped it tentatively. It was sweet from the lemonade but the beer gave it a slightly strange taste. I guess Peter didn't realise we'd been drinking a bit of whisky last night. A shandy was a far cry from that alcohol content wise! Before I could answer Danny chipped in unhelpfully. "Not sure about drinking a shandy but Tom definitely gave himself a hand shandy last night while I was balls deep in him Dad!" The pub was noisy so hopefully no one heard but Peter looked very annoyed anyway. "Daniel!!! That is enough. No more talking about that sort of thing and no more embarrassing Tom in public. I can leave you outside the stadium if you can't behave!' Danny giggled but then gave a bit of an apology to us both. I was pissed off though, now Peter not only knew Danny had fucked me four bloody times but that i'd wanked myself off as well. Could this weekend get anymore embarrassing?! Thankfully I had the football to help me try and forget about it. We walked from the pub through the busy streets near the stadium. There was a bit of an edge in the air, of men having maybe had a bit too much to drink that might lead to trouble later on. Thankfully we didn't see anything like that but Peter was already planning on leaving a few minutes early if the match wasn't close. Partly to avoid the rush of the crowds but just in case any trouble kicked off. We went through the turnstiles and once we found our seats I marvelled at the emerald green turf of the pitch. It looked perfect, like there wasn't a blade of grass out of place. The players from both teams came out to warm up and I could feel the tension and atmosphere start to build as we got closer to kick off. The players went back inside and then a few minutes before 3pm they came out to an almighty roar. The first half was so hectic at first that I almost struggled to keep up with what was going on. I'd watched football on TV but there's nothing like seeing the crunch of a tackle or the ball pinging off the crossbar live. As we approached half time Peter said that if we needed to go to the toilet then now was a good time. That shandy had gone through me so I said I needed to go. "I'm busting for a slash as well," Danny said standing up just after I did. We followed the signs to the toilets which were empty. I can safely say I have never been in such stinking basic toilets in my life. God knows how bad they would be at full time, already there was piss over a fair bit of the floor. I unzipped and Danny stood next to me and did the same. He looked over as I pissed. "I really like your dick Tom, it's not as big as mine or cock sized yet really but it was actually pretty nice sucking it earlier." "Um thanks," I wasn't sure what else to say to that. "I love having sex with you and can't wait to do it again later. Be honest with me, I know you aren't in love with me or anything like that. I'm not in love with you either. But do you think you might be in love with my cock?" How do you answer a weird question like that? It was definitely NO to was I in love with it but if he'd ask "Do you think you might sometimes need my cock?" then I don't know what I could have truthfully said. Luckily someone else came into the toilet at that moment so I didn't have to answer his question. At least Danny had admitted he didn't love me, so I guess for him it was all about the sex. Let's not beat around the bush, it was for me as well. I just wish I was having sex with Gaz instead. Teenage hormones and lust are so hard to control, at times it felt like I was putty in Danny's hands. The second half took my mind off things again, Liverpool scored a couple of goals that I couldn't celebrate too obviously given I was in the Aston Villa end albeit in the expensive seats. All in all it was a really enjoyable experience but I'm not sure I could be bothered to go all the time. It was just that little bit too aggressive and lairy for a boy like me. Although maybe if I'd been in the Liverpool end I'd have felt a bit differently! After the match we walked to the train station and headed back towards home. We got off a few stops before our stop so that we could go to a Harvester restaurant Peter and Danny liked. Going out for dinner was a real treat. Danny had sausage and mash and Peter made an innuendo which Danny laughed heartily at while I just blushed. It reminded me what I imagined, no knew, was coming later that might, Sure enough bedtime that evening Danny was back inside me. This time he was upping the experimentation states. He'd lifted me up with his strong arms and had me wrap my legs and arms around him as he pushed me up against the wall. It wasn't quiet as he slammed in and out of me and I was acutely aware Peter might hear. There was no mid night fucking thankfully but Danny did me twice Sunday morning before I went home. By the end of the weekend I'd been fucked seven times? I'd lost count to be honest and didn't my arse know it, luckily I could walk without a limp but my hole was pretty sore. "How was your weekend?" Mum asked me when we were both safely home "Fine thanks, how was yours?" I replied. I couldn't really tell her that things had gone very wrong and somehow I'd ended up being fucked up the arse repeatedly by Danny. "Oh Tom, It was wonderful! It was so nice to get away and know that you were being well looked after. I'm really grateful to Peter and Danny for fitting you in." Fitting me in? Fitting ME in? I was the bloody idiot fitting Danny's dick inside me. It was pretty clear that there wasn't going to be any reciprocation. Already Danny kept referring to me as his bottom boyfriend. Actually that's not true, by Sunday morning the boyfriend bit had been dropped, now I was just his bottom. I had a bath Sunday evening to ease my aching pains and my stinging hole. I lay there in the almost scalding hot water trying to work out what the fuck had gone wrong. Why do I feel the need to make people happy all the time? Why can't I just say no to things? Why couldn't I just tell Peter the truth and end this all before it began? Why in my desperate need for a father figure have I allowed myself to sleepwalk into a full on sexual relationship with Danny Parker? And how the fucking hell would I deal with it if Gaz ever found out?