Date: Thu, 06 Oct 2022 17:18:03 +0000 From: Danny Masters Subject: Danny Masters Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male and female minors. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up. This is my first submission, having been a fan of the site for many years. It focuses on our protagonist Danny Masters, and his sexual awakening between the ages of 12 and 14. All comments are welcome at danmasters12@proton.me. Nifty needs your donations to keep running. Please support them using the link https://donate.nifty.org/ Enjoy! ------------------------------ Preface ------------------------------ My life was simple back in 1992. I was a happy go lucky sports mad 12-year-old called Danny Mason. I lived in a small but cosy terraced house in the Knowle West region of Bristol with my older brother Jack who was 15 and my single mother Hannah. As my mum was distanced from her parents and had no siblings, it was pretty much just the 3 of us. I played rugby at the local club on weekends and had a good group of mates around me, always keen to play video games or watch sports on the TV. Over the past year I had also started to become more aware of girls at school and in our neighborhood, suddenly becoming nervous in their presence due to my burgeoning sexuality. While yet to experience my first kiss, I was aware of the odd giggle or flirty smile while walking past the year 7 girls at school. This only increased the butterflies in my stomach, the inconvenient lump in my pants and my newfound awkwardness in social situations. Everything changed one Saturday afternoon while mum was driving me back from a rugby game against another local under 13s team. I had scored a try and had had a really good game so was beaming with pride and as happy as could be. When mum suggested a pizza and a movie or two from Blockbuster, I sensed something was up. She always made sure we eat healthily and encouraged us both to be outside as much as possible, with a strict 2-hour tv curfew each day. As Jack met us at the video store, we picked a couple of movies and went home to get settled in for the evening, both aware something was distracting mum from her normal chatty self. As we waited for the pizza to arrive, she asked us to sit down in the living room and went on to explain that her father had passed away. Having never really spent any time with him, neither of us were reduced to tears but could see it had hit mum quite hard. Maybe this was the reason for the sudden indulgences bestowed upon us, an attempt to closen our already tight-knit family. But I was wrong, and how wrong! He had left us both a fairly sizeable six-figure inheritance, although with strict stipulations that the money was to be spent on education, with any residual amounts paid out in cash on our 30th birthdays. While Jack was already studying for his GCSEs I wasn't on any curricular path, and my mum asked me if I had heard of Milgrove School. At this point, she brought out a load of brochures from the school. While it looked amazing and definitely intriguing to my young mind, it was miles and miles away from home. "But mum, surely it would be a nightmare for you to pick me up and drop me off every day?" I aired to the room as a genuine concern. Jack chuckled to himself, already aware that it was a boarding school. "Honey. The school is split into the Junior School for 8--13-year-olds, and a Senior School for 13-18 year olds about a mile down the round. You will be boarding at the Junior School until the end of the school year, then moving up to the Senior School." Mum spoke softly. Upon learning this, I was devastated - why did they want me to leave home? Looking back now, it was the best decision my mum could have made, I learned so much more than I would have at my local comprehensive, plus going to Milgrove opened up so many doors both socially and professionally. Unaware of this at the time, I simply cried and tried to fight the decision she had made with a barrage of abusive and unsuccessful pleas to let me stay where I was. Mum had obviously prepared for this, showing me their sports facilities (which did look amazing) - including four full size Astro Turf pitches, an eight lane, 25m swimming pool, a fully equipped Sports Hall which included a state-of-the-art fitness suite and gymnasium, Squash courts, Tennis courts and three separate grass field sites for rugby and cricket pitches. On top of this it stated that all children would enjoy two Games lessons, two sports fixtures, a PE and Swimming lesson every week. There were also loads of different sports clubs every day after school too. I was starting to come around to the idea. Over the pizza, with the help of mum and Jack, I calmed down and began asking questions about my new school. "So, when is this all happening? My school term starts next week" I asked in an air of resignation. "Well as its a private school their next term starts in two weeks' time so you'll have an extra week's holiday you lucky devil!" Mum replied realizing her sales pitch was starting to work. "Would I be able to call home or have visitors there? I might get lonely all by myself" "It's not a prison darling!" Mum chuckled. "You are allowed to call home every evening and on weekends. Visitors are allowed every Sunday's at the chapel's 11 am church service and for the remainder of the afternoon So I can take you out for a lunch treat every week if you want me to." She was winning me over, damn her. "Oh and kids are also allowed to go home every month during the 'Exeat' weekends." My final yet most important question (to me!) followed "Do they even have a good rugby team?" "Well honey, I thought you might like this. They are currently the best in the region having won back to back county tournaments across all age groups including the under 13s" Mum smugly answered. With both their arms wrapped around my shoulders, I was definitely coming around to the idea. The comfort of close family really helped me to feel safe and dare I say excited about my upcoming adventure. After settling into a movie, and with so much information to process, I drifted off to sleep snuggled up against Jack's shoulder. He shrugged me awake after about 20 minutes and I decided to head up to bed - suddenly exhausted. As I got to my room, I decided to skip showering as I had taken one at the rugby club earlier that afternoon. Slowly shedding my clothes, I stood in front of the toilet for a moment to take a quick and much needed squirt and then, after vigorously shaking off a few stray drops of piss, my young boy tube began to stiffen up just a bit. No surprise to me really; it had been doing that a lot lately. Apparently, puberty started kicking in with me several months back. But I didn't need a weird one-off health class at school to tell me that though; my frequently reoccurring boners and the growing size of my dick confirmed it. I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and watched with interest as I slowly slid my soft pliable foreskin back, exposing the shiny purple head of my young penis. Yet to grow any hair below the mousy brown hair on my head, I liked the smooth look of little Danny. My now not-so-little sausage was about four inches long when soft, about five and a half when stiff; and I smiled at the way it looked; then glanced briefly at the rest of my body. I liked the way my body looked. I don't know if that's weird or not; liking your own body, but I did. It was still very boylike; lean, firm stomach, but starting to show some nice definition from the hours of sports I did each week. Still watching my 5 foot frame in the mirror, I slid my palm across the flat of my stomach, and then slowly up to my chest, stopping for a moment to idly explore my small little pebble of a nipple; which protruded just a bit; yet another sign of my puberty. My skin felt so soft and smooth, and I smiled curiously at my youthful reflection. Skipping naked across the hall I got to my bedroom and with a leap, I dove onto the bed; twisting around as I did, so that I landed on my back. Lying there with my hands behind my head, I started to think about everything that was about to change in my young life. Sleeping at school could be like one long sleepover, spending every night surrounded by my new friends. Then a wicked thought entered my mind, did the girls and boys stay in the same dormitories? Not surprisingly, I felt my insides tingling and I started to bone up. I looked down at my young naked body sprawled across the bed, and watched as my soft skinned penis slowly twitched, and moved on it's own across my smooth pubic mound, as it stiffened to its full 5 and a half inches. Slowly, erotically, I slid my palms across the firm flat of my belly, continuing on down my inner thighs; enjoying the soft, smooth feel of my skin. Drawing my hands back up my thighs, I caressed my silky scrotum; gently fingering my boyish testicles. "Mmmm" I moaned quietly, moistening my lips with my tongue. Rocking my hips a bit from side to side, I closed my fingers over my hardened boy stick; tugging the creased, loose foreskin up and over the end of it. With my fingertips I squeezed the loose skin against my glans, letting the foreskin slide back and forth across the already moist, sensitive tip. "Mmmm" I sighed again as pleasurable feelings played throughout my groin. I began the steady stroke of youthful masturbation, and I continued to squirm my hips around to heighten the experience. I closed my eyes to help me fantasize, and the first image that came to mind was being in a dormitory surrounded by all the girls at my new school in their nighties or underwear pillow fighting. While I continued to stroke myself with my left hand; I used my other hand to caress my naked body. I slid it all over on my thigh and around my hip; then across the firm round bulb of my bum cheek. The feeling was awesome, and I could feel the tingles begin to churn inside me as my legs twitched involuntarily. My stroke quickened as the feelings grew, and I turned my head to the side to bury my face in my pillow; trying to muffle the growing sounds of my moaning. "Oh shit...Oh god..." I breathed. My thighs seemed to go tight, my toes bent with the intensity of the tingling that was charging through me. I could feel the rush in my loins, and then that awesome, indescribable feeling as everything came to a head. The feelings this time were as intense as any I had ever had, and I knew this one would be special, so I had to watch. With one last moan, my stomach went taught, and my orgasm exploded from me. My eyes went wide as I watched a clear squirt of boy nectar shoot out of my dick and splat across my belly. "Uhhhhhh..." One final pleasure filled groan. My head fell back on the pillow as I struggled for breath. "Oh shit." I breathed finally. "That was intense." After a few moments, I squeezed my firm young boy tube, milking it from the base of the shaft. Several small, clear sticky drops dribbled out of me, and clung to the tip of my glans. It was awesome; and I slid my finger over the tip, making me cringe at the sensitivity of it. I examined the sticky residue on my finger. This was so cool. Before this, I had only managed a drop or two; but this time...This was a full fledged squirt, and somehow I knew it was because of the extra stimulation of imagining my new school, however unrealistic my thoughts may have been. Not long afterward I started to doze; and fell asleep with the dribbles of still drying boy honey on my stomach. ------------------------------ The next two weeks were a blur of activity - saying goodbyes and getting everything ready for my new adventure. The school had sent mum a list of items I would require as well as things a lot of the other kids usually brought with them such as music players and cassettes or CDs (this was before the time of digital music!), soft toys, toiletries, sports equipment and 'mufti' which was basically your own clothes to wear on evenings and weekends outside of school activities. Mum bought me a load of new clothes, super plump towels and a really nice fluffy dressing gown, as well as some toiletries I had never used before such as deodorant and anti-perspirant. I was super excited by now, and was up in my room packing my large suitcase with everything I needed. I was browsing through my school uniform, admiring the logo on the blazer pocket, the school shorts I would be wearing as we were no longer in winter term when the boys wore trousers, the rugby and cricket kits, then I noticed the swimming trucks. They were speedos! Why would the school make us wear such skimpy suits once a week for our swimming lessons? These were co-educational lessons so the all girls would see my junk. I blushed heavily at the thought, I was very shy about everything down there ever since my dick had started to grow. Even after rugby, I would shower in a private cubicle and change with a towel wrapped around my waist. These trunks were going to leave nothing to the imagination at all. This was before the internet and I had no idea whether I was the same as everyone else down there. Was mine smaller than the others, larger? Did the other boys all have pubes, like some of my friends boasted about having months ago. I had no idea. The only person I could talk to was Jack, and being the last night before I left for Milgrove, now was the time. Quietly knocking on his door, I heard Jack getting up off his bed and opening it he greeted me with a big smile. "All packed up?" he asked in his ever lowering voice. Not yet fully dropped, his voice was fighting the odd squeak here and there when he spoke. He was well into puberty but still had that essence of boy that I related to so well. "Pretty much, I guess I'm starting to get quite nervous about everything though. We have to, um, wear speedos for swimming!" I squeaked out wanting to say more, but not finding the words I needed. "Mate, that's what all the proper swimmers wear, don't worry about it. Don't you remember watching the Olympics?" "Yeah I guess, it's just that they are really revealing and there's going to be girls in the swim class too so I just.... I don't know....." "What's up?" Jack said as he sat down on his bed and patted the bedspread next to him for me to join him. "Are you worried about everyone seeing your little worm?" He joked. "That's not funny Jack! I'm serious, I don't know if it's a normal size for a guy my age. I haven't seen any other guys naked for years since we used to shower at the local pool. I don't want to be different or anything" "Ha ha. Fucking hell squirt - I'm sure you're fine. All guys develop at different times - hell my voice only really started breaking this year and I'm definitely behind some of the other guys in the showers after football. No one really cares about your dick but you" "Really? Are you not embarrassed or anything?" I said while sitting down next to him. "Well I guess I probably was when I was your age, and changing all the time. I didn't get any pubes until I was at least 13 and a half which was the only thing I was actually conscious of. With respects to size, everyone is different when soft. Have you heard about showers and growers?" I shook my head, getting more confused with each bit of information Jack was giving me. "Well most guys are pretty similar when..um..hard." Jack said shuffling slightly uncomfortably now. "I guess from some of the sounds I've heard outside your room recently you are getting hard-ons a lot more, yeah?" Now it was my time to squirm. As my face reddened with embarrassment I nodded, Jack could sense my discomfort and simply wrapped his arm around me. "Mate we all go through it. I have to wank off at least 3 times a day. Sometimes more!" "Really?" I mumbled looking up at him for the first time since sitting down. "I thought there was something wrong with me" I smiled. Jack ruffled my hair, smiling. "Why don't you go and put on your speedo so I can see you in it and let you know if anything looks strange. At least then you will be less worried at your first swimming lesson in front of all the other kids." "Um...OK I guess. Wait here" I dashed across the hall to my room, stripping off my clothes and pulling up the speedos over my slightly engorged dick. Just talking about wanking made me horny. It was so bloody annoying. I would later learn that I was definitely a bit of an exhibitionist and the thought of exposing myself was actually turning me on. As I entered Jack's room again, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him, now stood up by his bed, but completely naked! I just froze, but found myself scanning his body like it was a model of what I would grow into. "Shut the bloody door! Mum's downstairs" he hissed at me while smiling broadly and looking proudly down at his own naked form. Trim, tanned, firm adolescence on display. While still looking boyish and only being around 5 foot 6, his stomach was flat, and showed a nice six pack of developed abs from the many sports he played. Jack's four and a half inch soft penis lay loosely against his thigh, and the smooth rounds of his testicles rested there in their silken, hairless purse of soft skin. The moment seemed to slow time. I felt as if I couldn't breathe, flustered but still staring at my older brother's genitals mere feet away. Jack's hairless sac looked so incredibly smooth; the soft pliant skin molded gently around his walnut sized testicles, and the gathering of skin that bunched loosely above his glans. I had never seen any ones cock this close up before, and certainly never one on someone older than me (no internet porn to look at remember). I could see soft blue veins spider webbing along the thin foreskin, and one larger vein that traced the top of Jack's youthfully adolescent shaft. My eyes shifted again, to examine the neat bush of soft pubic hairs around the base of his smooth pale pubic mound. "Up here dickhead" Jack laughed, bringing my attention away from his dick. "Sorry....I...um....never seen a proper dick before other than my own" I mumbled embarrassed from being called out for ogling my brother's junk. "Proper?" He laughed sitting back down on his bed "You know like not a little boy's dick or whatever" I replied defensively. "Well I thought it might help you to feel more comfortable. But I might have been wrong" Jack smirked looking at my half hard cock suffocating in the tight speedos I was wearing. "Oh shit" I squeaked while covering myself with both hands "Mate - you need to get over this. And it looks like you have nothing to hide" On hearing this, I did feel my chest puff out slightly with pride, especially having noticed that despite being 3 years older than me, Jack wasn't that much bigger than me down there. I pulled away my hands and exposed myself completely to my older brother, with only the thin blue spandex of my speedo leaving me any dignity. "Umm..what do you think?" I managed to get out while willing my dick to calm itself down. "Jesus Danny, looks like you're nearly as big as me already" Jack said while studying my crotch area. "Why don't you take them off? It's quite hard to tell. But I definitely wouldn't be worried about walking around in those trunks mate" Relieved, educated but now hugely embarrassed at being asked to reveal myself, I wasn't sure what to do, especially as little Danny was still chubbed up. "Um..I don't have any hair yet..don't laugh OK" I asked trying to buy time to return to my flaccid state. "You're only 12 Danny! That's completely normal. I doubt many if any of the boys at school have any either." "Um OK....here goes" I creaked out as a slipped down my speedos revealing my dick to the first person in at least 2 or 3 years. Looking down I was pleased to see it hadn't grown any more in the last few minutes. "Wow. Mate that's an impressive cock for a 12 year old" Jack enthusiastically said while standing up to get a better look. There we were, both naked as the day we were born, Jack looking at my dick while I was looking at the ceiling, mortified as how I was suddenly naked in front of someone else. Even though this is exactly what I wanted to learn from my older brother, it still felt really weird. As he chuckled to himself at my obvious discomfort, Jack threw my speedos at me, reassuring me that everything was going to be OK. "I would be proud to have such a big member at your age mate, you'll definitely be bigger than me one day and I've had no complaints so far" Jack said laughing. I knew he was still a virgin and hadn't had a girlfriend yet so it did make me laugh a little too. Putting my speedos back on in case my mum suddenly appeared, I saw Jack was also putting on some sports shorts. I had just experienced my first show me yours and I'll show you mine routine at 12 years old with a 15 year old. I needed to get my shit together and stop worrying about everything. Focus on getting into the rugby team and friends, maybe even a girlfriend, would follow. Adolescence could wait for now - in the morning I would be starting at Milgrove Junior School.