Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2018 20:37:46 -0700
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: DANI SEDUCES THE GUYS ? A SEXUAL AWAKENING - 2

DANI SEDUCES THE GUYS – A SEXUAL AWAKENING - 2

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This is the accounting of Dani, who wrote me and was inspired to tell his
own tale of his seductions; those by him and those to him.  Dani is in his
20s, college educated and has an interesting and honest accounting of his
sexual life of the last half decade.

Dani is also concerned that the average Nifty reader will be concerned
there is not enough sex in the story, below.  This may be true, but the
sexual tension between Dani, Charlie, Frank and ultimately Joe is boner
inducing to the point of when the sex happens, it is sensual and erotic.
But I'll let the Nifty reader decide.

Dani has a true gift of remembering details that many of us would not
remember and this adds to this story.

Please write me if you wish to contact Dani and I will forward your Emails
to him.

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Part 2 of Dani's story of seductions:

It was around mid to late afternoon when I walked into the kitchen and told
Frank I was ready to start the higher sections if he wanted to watch.

"No, no, I'm not just going to watch, Dani boy, I'm getting up there with
you and hold you in place when you stretch. It is way too easy to lose your
balance and I don't need mommy suing me." I shrugged although I thought if
I fell he'd tumble off the table with me.

We moved the table to the far corner and I placed the smaller ladder on the
table and the other to make for an easy climb to the table top. I climbed
up and asked Frank to hand me the small plastic pail and brush. He held a
finger up and said he'd hold it for me. He set the pail and brush on the
table and climbed to the surface. Lifted the pail and handed me the
brush. My first reach up to the top of the wall was a little shaky but with
the wall not painted, I could rest my other hand on the wall to stabilize
myself. Despite that, Frank reached up and placed his hand on the small of
my back. As I moved across I could feel the hand move from the back to just
about my waist band. I finished as far as I could reach and we moved the
table down to catch a new section. I told Frank it would be easier if I
looped the pail handle over my wrist and rested it on the wall so I
wouldn't have to keep bending for more paint and he wouldn't have to reach
up to me.

"Okay but I'm going to hold you. I'm not comfortable with this." Frank
suggested.

The system for me worked as I could just reach down and get more paint. But
I was distracted by Frank's two hands coming up and holding me at the
hips. I felt his fingers squeeze a bit and move a bit and I felt my dick
responding to the touch. I tried to concentrate on a steady hand, but as I
stretch to the far side, Frank let his hands slip down to my thighs to hold
me. I went fully hard and tried to keep Frank from seeing my front. I was
stuck however when it was time to get down and move the table. I tried
keeping my back to Frank, but as I turned to lift my end of the table I saw
frank's eyes glance down and smile.

"Dani!" I looked up and Frank put his end of the table down. "I'm not
letting you climb up there again right now. You can't do this with that
hard on."

I felt myself turning red with embarrassment and tried to mumble about it
was okay, but even my breathing was unsteady. Frank walked to my side and
put his arm around my shoulder. It felt warm and I didn't move, but just
looked down at my throbbing cock. Somehow the addition of his arm and soft
voice made me more aroused. I was nervous yet wanting more. As I looked
down I saw frank's hand move to my faded trunks and his hand stroked the
bulge. I recoiled a bit but then moved it toward his hand and let him
stroke gently. His fingers wrapped the bulge and I sucked my stomach in. I
was barely breathing when his soft voice got close to my ear and he
whispered, "You're a good boy, Dani. You deserve this. Just relax and
enjoy. I'll do all the work. Okay?" I nodded and smiled a quick, but
affirming smile.

Frank moved me by the hips so I was sitting on the top step of the taller
ladder we had used to scale the table. He reached down then and again
massaged my cock. I felt it leak. "I've never done this before,' I said
kind of quietly.

Well we don't want you to cum too quickly." As he said it he removed his
hand and put his thumbs inside the waistband of the shorts and slowly
lowered them exposing my red bikini underwear.

"OH WOW," he said. "That is totally sexy hot fucking beautiful." I smiled a
little longer this time and longed for his hand back on my bulge. Instead
he ran his hands up and down my thighs. It made me gasp and my dick leaked
more.

"Feel good?" He asked.

"Incredible," I said.

"Liking it a lot or want me to stop?"

"No don't stop. It's great." My voice was soft and I could feel my mouth
gaping open.

"Let's make you feel really good now, Dani. Okay?" Frank looked at me and I
again smiled and nodded.

"Okay," I said

He put his left hand to my bulge and took his right hand to my chin and
lifted my head to look at him. I feebly reached up touched his chest but
only for a few seconds and then stabilized myself back on the step ladder
rail. His hand glided the side of my face and along my lips. My teeth
didn't open any wider but my lips seems to want to kiss his finger. He
obliged by stopping at the middle of my lips and I opened and took his
finger in. I sucked it a bit, but became self-conscious and turned away.

Frank smiled and then both hands went to my underwear and he lowered
himself and slipped the red undies past my cock. It sprang out and waved in
the warm air. He kept the underwear sliding down my legs touching my thighs
and calf as he lowered them to my ankles and over my paint spattered tennis
shoes. I obliged again by stepping out. He threw them on the table and ran
his hand back up from by ankle to my thighs and pushed slightly. I spread
my knees and exposed myself fully to his touch. His right hand took
advantage and cupped my balls while his left hand took a firm hold of my
cock. I gasped loudly and let out a moan of, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

He tugged on my balls and ran his hand over my dripping head. He lifted the
hand to his mouth and licked it off while staring up at me and then smiled.

"Mmmm, you are so going to love this and you are so going to taste good." I
managed a smile and he started stroking me. Again "Oh fuck" came out of my
mouth and I stretched my legs even further. My entire body was shivering a
bit despite the warm temperature in the room.

He went down with his head and put my balls in his mouth. I bit my lower
lip. His head came up and suddenly his tongue licked at my bulb as he
looked up at me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he lowered his
mouth around my cock still circling my dick with his tongue. I slouched on
the step exposing my hole and Frank took advantage by placing a finger in
my hole. I gasped and uncontrollable words came from my mouth.

"Oh Frank. I'll do anything you want," I said softly. I didn't know where
those words came from but I said it again. Frank went deeper on my cock and
my body went to a twitch spasm as his warm mouth sucked and licked and his
finger went slightly into my hole.

Frank got up suddenly and took my hand and led me across the house to the
opposite end and into his bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed, propped
the pillows along the head board and almost lifted me to a sitting position
with my back against the pillows. I spread my arms out resting on the extra
pillows.

"Spread 'em," he ordered and I immediately complied moving my legs slightly
bent at the knees and wide apart... It felt wonderful to be spread and
exposed. I looked at Frank who looked more serious as he lifted his polo
shirt over his head messing even further his curly blond hair and exposing
his hairless chest. He reached down, quickly undid my laces and removed my
shoes and socks, tossing them to the opposite side of the bed.

"Okay Dani. Today you become a man to another man." He moved closer and
grabbed under my knees and lifted my legs resting them on his thighs. My
dick throbbed as one hand held it and the other came to my left tit and he
pinched it lightly, then to my right tit. I gasped and my entire body began
to shake and bounce under the touch. He smiled broadly and let out a
confident, "Oh yea, we have a sensitive tit man. You are making me very
happy, Dani. VERY happy." He let go of my dick and went for both tits. I
groaned loudly this time and again my mouth let out an "Oh fuck. I'll do
anything you want."

Frank dove down on my cock, hand wrapped around it and mouth working in a
swirling motion with an occasion hard suck that drove me close to
ejaculation." I heard myself almost yelling "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh fuck, fuck Uhh"
and finally I spread my legs further and slid down, met his finger at my
hole and pushed toward him. As soon as the finger entered me I shot my load
and let out a loud groan several times.

Frank continued to suck and I convulsed on each subsequent load that shot
out. I finally just collapsed into the pillows and kept my legs wide open
enjoying the last bit of fingering before Frank lifted his head and gave me
a big smile.

Oddly my reaction back was more restrained. I felt calmer, but a little
uncomfortable too. My mind went to my nakedness with a man, to my sexual
act with him, the painting, to Charley and I don't recall what else, but I
guess guilt was the prevailing emotion.

I started to raise myself up but Frank put me back down. I complied and
rest.

"Ok, Dani. Now here's the rule. Your mind is going to play games on you
about right and wrong and regret and pleasure and a whole lot of things. I
want you to stay naked with me for a while. You need to just be who you are
and not cover up. Ok?" I nodded and tried to smile a bit, but it probably
looked like no more than pursed lips. Frank dropped down next to me on my
right side and asked how I was."

"Fine, I lied. Frank lifted his hips and slid his shorts and underwear
off. His hard dick popped out and I looked down at it and smiled slightly
at Frank, I guess to reassure him I was fine. His dick was thicker than
mine maybe a little longer too. It seemed to come from his pubic hair flair
out and then taper back to his head. His head was very red and seemed about
equal in width to the thickest part of the shaft. I just stared at
it. Frank put his left arm around my shoulder and he told me to relax and
touch him only if I wanted to. I surprised myself by putting my left leg
across and over his left leg. I like the feeling of his hairy leg against
mine and then I put my hand on his chest and felt the stubble from his
shaved chest.  Eventually my hand went to his stomach and then I ran my
fingers into his pubic hair.

"Thanks," he said, "That feels nice." His response made me feel like I
should keep it up and finally my finger went to touch his dick. I ran them
up and down his shaft which flopped unto his lower stomach. I stroked it
opened handed and finally grabbed it. It felt absolutely incredible. I
loved its thickness, but the feeling of a hard dick that could be squeezed,
yet was so firm and allowed me to feel the throb. I moved the skin and
stroked slightly as Frank squeezed me closer and my head rested on his
chest. As I played I was aware of him pushing me lower and lower till I
could feel his hair near my lips.

"Do you want to suck it?' He finally asked.

I hesitate then, "No, I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Raise your hand up," he said. He rolled toward the bedside table, opened a
drawer and pulled out a bottle that looked like a plastic dick. He flipped
the top and squirted lube onto my hand. Without him saying anything I
started to lower to his dick.

"Wait," he said. "Take a taste."

I did and smiled at him, "Strawberry?"

He nodded and laughed and said, "Just in case you want to taste it on a
dick."

I proceeded to stroke him. He turned slightly to give me a more comfortable
angle and instructed me to move faster, run my hand over the head, back
down to the shaft. He finally put his hand over mine and we stroked him
together. He shot a huge thick load all to a loud groaning almost yelling
groan and a big FUCK, FUCK, YEA!

My hand was covered with his cum on the back.

"Lick that off boy!" his tone was firm and I obeyed. It was very thick and
a dull but somewhat salty taste like mine. "Take some more he said. Again I
obeyed. He kissed the top of my head and I raised myself up and told him it
was time to paint or go home.

"Beer?" He asked.

"No, I'm good." I replied.

"Wrong answer." Get that taste out and drink a naked beer in celebration of
doing what your heart told you to do.

I leaned over the bed, exposing my ass in order to gather my shoes and
socks He smacked it and unbelievably, I laughed.

"Put your shoes on. You are sexy as hell naked with just shoes on." I
didn't question but put them on and walked around the bed to his side.

"You good," he asked.

"Yup," I responded.

We walked out to the kitchen where I sat naked and guzzled a beer. Guzzled
because I knew I would leave after that. I stood and Frank hugged me and
even pulled my dick a little. "Good boy."

I put my underwear and trunks on, wrapped the brush in plastic and told him
I'd see him tomorrow.

My ride home was not great. I almost pulled out in front of a car on a not
nearly busy street. I also ran a four way stop that I had been through
dozens of times and I day dreamed at a red light long enough to get a long
held honk from 2 cars behind me. I felt sleazy and regretful. My mind
bounced from the very though that I hadn't just gotten a blow job, but had
given myself over to a guy and found incredible pleasure in being touched
on my tits and especially my ass. I just didn't know where this was going.

Fortunately, mom wasn't home and had left a note to come by grandma's house
if I wanted. I called her and said I was beat and was going to clean up and
go to bed early. She left me with, "Okay, sweetie. Get some rest and relax,
please."

I walked into my room and stripped in front of the dresser with the mirror
above. I just dropped my trunks and underwear right where I stood. There I
was in my "sexy look" - naked with smelly, grubby tennis shoes and my black
ankle socks. I stared in the mirror and looked myself straight in the eyes.
What the fuck are you? Thoughts came to me. Why did I roll over and put my
leg on his - touch his chest and stomach, let alone his cock? How could I
really want that? I tried to imagine a girl named Lisa at my school. I had
a huge crush on her, but so did every other fucking guy and she was dating
some senior who protected his relationship with her with such jealousy that
nobody even looked at her. I tried to imagine rolling over onto her. I
thought about other girls I knew or knew from a horny distance and tried to
imagine them walking around painting with me. They were so attractive. But
why didn't my dick pop up for them right now?

I grabbed a fresh pair of AE boxers and a newly washed pair of jeans and
headed down the hall to my bathroom. I wanted to wash the sweat, cum, lube
and whatever else was on me off for good and for the last time. I felt
disgusting.

I turned the shower on and let it run to warm up. I turned to the large
mirror above the sink; put both hands on the vanity and stared again at me!
Who the fuck are you? I leaned in so I could see down to my crotch and then
grabbed my dick and stroked it a little. It dropped when I let go and fell
into its flaccid state covering most of my sack and curving slightly to the
right. It looked like an embarrassing 4 or 5 inch cock even though I knew I
was a grower and more likely it was a healthy 6 plus, maybe 7, erect. Who
the fuck cares? It's a dick! It's meant to give pleasure to you and whoever
else and however it finds it. Okay, I was getting stupid about this
now. What happened really did happen. Case closed.

I turned and felt the shower spray, stepped over the tub and into the hot
steamy shower. It took just a few seconds to adjust to the hot water and I
grabbed the soap and scrubbed myself everywhere I could even using the soap
on my hair before I went to the shampoo which I used on my hair and my body
as well with a little care to scrub my dick.

The slippery lotion with my hand rubbing my cock all over felt good. My
dick stirred a bit which pleased me. I was afraid that maybe guilt and the
thought that I had had sex with a middle aged guy would mar me forever and
it wouldn't get hard again. But my dick felt the pleasure of my hand
rubbing the head and holding firmly the shaft and it rose a little
more. Then I soaped up my fingers and reached back to my ass. My hand made
its way down my smooth ass cheeks and I poked the soapy middle finger in my
hole as best I could. It felt good....really good. It was nice that it was
just me doing it to myself. This was more familiar territory.

I squatted a little and reached around the front to enter the hole that
way. It was in either case pleasurable, but difficult to penetrate
much. Then I had a thought. I pulled back the shower curtain and looked at
my red hair brush on the vanity. It was a round brush, round handle and a
rubberized end about 5 inches long. It was maybe a little bigger than an
inch in diameter. I stepped out onto the bath mat trying not to soak the
floor, grabbed it and returned to the warm shower. I lubed it up with
shampoo, leaned against the wall ahead, curled my back to let my bubble
butt stick out and then tried inserting the handle into my hole. It took a
bit of maneuvering and I had to re-lube as the shower spray seemed to wash
off the shampoo. As the tip went in a bit I spread my feet and knees and
squatted more. That opened me and I felt the handle slide in. I realized I
wasn't breathing and started focusing on my breathing to relax my ass. I
pulled out a little then pushed it deeper. It hurt a bit but I let it sit
then slid it back and pushed it further in. My dick responded with the back
and forth motion and then I removed it and gave it one more lube job and
slid it far inside. My dick bounced and I realized I was now finally deep
in my hole. I was liking it - a lot. I slid it in and out and deeper and
deeper each motion. I rested my head on my right arm and my left hand
fucked my ass with a decent rhythm. My legs bent deep and the brush handle
went deeper. I tried to let go of the shower wall and jerk my dick
simultaneously, but it was difficult and I kept going back for stability. I
finally removed the brush and went for my dick.

"SHIT" I said. Literally - shit. Disgusting layer of shit was on the
handle. I turned to the shower and rinsed it off then got soap and washed
it thoroughly over and over again. I took a wash cloth, soaped it up and
washed my ass using my finger to enter my hole slightly. There was a slight
shit stain and I washed it multiple times and cleaned my hole. How the fuck
does anyone fuck a guy and not get grossed out.  That's disgusting.

I finished showering, dried off completely, left my hair a messy flop and
slipped on the comfortable boxers and then my somewhat tight jeans. I
looked in the mirror. This was my favorite look - tanned, messy hair,
shirtless and barefoot. I found it hot. Then again, as my nerdy friend
would remind me - maybe it's because I'm attracted to guys who look like
that. Whatever, I liked how I looked and realized it had been several day
since I'd put jeans on. Between painting, hot weather and pool party I
spent most days in shorts.

I walked back to my room, shook my wet head a bit and sat down at my
laptop. No gay porn, no girl porn, instead I went to Google and typed in
"TEEN FORUM ANAL SEX HYGIENE." A long list of sites popped up and I started
surfing. Most of it was girls writing about pushy boyfriends who wanted
anal sex. Some of them were getting ready to, some were asking if it was
cool to do, would it hurt, was there a good way to prepare...etc., etc. I
saw a few sites for gay kids but it was mostly about relationships and top
vs bottom experimentation. Some were interesting, most just didn't sound
like me. There were several mentions of hygiene and lots of lengthy
explanations of safe sex, why and how.

I heard my mom come in and yell up at me so I closed the laptop and bounced
downstairs acting rejuvenated and chatty. I don't know why. I felt I had
accomplished something maybe, knew it was not my thing, but was okay with
moving on and chalking it up as experience.

"Good day?' She asked.

"Okay. It's painting. It's hot in a room, I'm alone all day and I'm doing
it for the money, so what's good about it? Nothing bad about it...it's
okay" I smiled proud of my nonchalant reply.

She laughed and we went on to talk about grandma, her rushing to the office
for an emergency, me going back to school and a host of other uninteresting
things.

"Are you working next week? You said it might be more than the one room."
She asked.  I thought about it. "Rather not" I said. "Kind of sick of it
and, money is good, but I guess I'd like some time off."

She was putting some dishes, she had brought to grandma's house, away and
she stopped and looked at me.

"Good for you, Daniel! You're at boarding school; you really don't spend a
ton of money. Take some time off. Lie around. Read...okay maybe not
read...but be lazy. I know school is tough enough." She returned to putting
things away and added, "Besides, I would like to spend some time with you."
I nodded in agreement. Normally that would make me cringe, but it felt
okay. I like my mom. And this is her - supportive. My dad would be
lecturing about making money ending with "But...it's up to you kiddo."

I slept well, content that my last day and a half painting for Frank would
be the end and my sexual experimentation was over. Yea, no doubt, I went
overboard, but I got sucked and shot a load so let it be and walk
away. Besides, since the day with Charley when Frank approached me with
painting the living room too, he hadn't mentioned it, so maybe the living
room painting idea was part of the enticement, but not anything he seemed
to really care about.

The next morning I looked at the faded skimpy trunks with disgust and went
with the old cargo shorts I had used when painting with Charley. I did go
for the turquoise jock, not sure why, maybe comfort or still looking for
sexy, but I was good and headed out to Frank's house.

When I got to Frank's he was in the back yard, shorts, t-shirt, coffee in
hand and on the phone, pacing as he talked. I gave a wave and headed in. He
gave a big smile and wave and rolled his eyes like the call he was on was
just an annoyance. I entered the family room to scope out yesterday's
work. It looked very good although I hated seeing that the final stretch of
high ceiling work was left undone due to my promiscuous adventure with
Frank. Fuck, I didn't want to do that again. Once that was done, rolling
the walls would be easy to accomplish with the long handled roller we
had. I set out to fill buckets and trays when Frank came in.

"Hey, Dani. Sorry, I've got some business shit to take care of. I'll be
gone most of the day. Looks like you've got plenty to do till I get back to
finish that." He pointed to the upper section not finished. Then he looked
at me.

"You doing okay?"

"Fine" I said.

"Regrets, thoughts?"

"I am fine!" I said emphatically. "I'm okay, don't think that is my thing
at all, but you never know till you go for it, I guess." I looked at him
and smirked a bit. "Seriously, I am fine."

Frank either didn't buy it or looked disappointed, but nodded affirmatively
and apologized again for abandoning me. Like I gave a fuck. Frank urged me
to raid his fridge for drinks, there was coffee if I wanted it, left the
room and I heard him drive off. I walked over and turned on Charley's beat
up, paint stained radio, set it to a tolerable station, took off my Zac
Brown shirt and went to work.

First thing I did, knowing Frank was gone, was slide the table to the
unfinished corner, prop the smaller ladder up there and climbed with pail
and brush to finish before Frank got back. I just wasn't going to get his
touchy hands all over me again.

It was a piece of cake. In fact, it was easier not worrying about his hands
on me. I also realized the small gym trunks were better than the bulkier
cargo shorts, but, whatever, it would be fine. I used the same setup to
touch up several sections where my dick hardening yesterday must have taken
away my concentration and left the paint to thinly spread. I got down and
looked at the trim work satisfied I could roll the rest, touch up and have
the window trim started...hopefully, before Frank returned. I wanted to
work and leave.

As planned, I got two coats of rolled paint on and some trim touch up done
before Frank returned. It was around 4 pm, an acceptable quitting time with
as much as I had accomplished, when Frank walked in and gave an approving
gasp.

"WOW! It looks great, Dani. Good, good job. You got a lot done." He looked
over at me as I dipped my brush in some warm water and wrapped plastic
around the rollers. I gave him a smile of satisfaction and confidence. I
was feeling slightly guilty that I had lied naked with the guy yesterday,
mumbled about doing whatever he wanted, eaten his cum and now was being
very coy and casual, not to mention, uninterested.

Maybe it was that guilt that let me thaw a bit and when he suggested a
beer, I said, "Sure." with a positive lilt to my voice.

He left and returned with two cans of Miller Light. He spun the short
ladder around and sat on the top step and I did the same on the taller
ladder. They made decent seats given the large steps.

"Did you go out for lunch?" He asked.

"No, I brought some shit from home and just ate as I went along. Wanted to
get it down to just the trim for tomorrow." I looked around at my work.

"Okay, Dani..." I was afraid of this, "Let's talk about yesterday."

I interrupted, "Frank I am fine. It was something I wanted, maybe you did
too, but it's over, I don't regret it and realize it is just not my thing."
I end but added for some reason, "at least not now."

"That's fine," he said, but continued, "but I saw some things in you that
made me think there was something going on with you besides being a horny
teenage in need of some release."

"Yea, maybe, but like I said it is all okay." I lifted my beer and sipped
to make the point that I was done talking.

He didn't let go. "I think you likely have question about you and what you
liked and who you are."

"Maybe. Yes I definitely liked some things. Yes I felt guilty afterwards,
but that went away. I'm young and experimenting comes with it I guess."

"Can I tell you about my first time with a guy?" He looked at me for
approval.

"Sure," I replied even though I didn't want to hear it. I was giving in to
his pressure to exchange conversation on yesterday.

"He was my older cousin, I was 13 he was 16, and we were at a beach house
with a room over the garage that we had a separate entrance to. I think I
knew I was gay and liked my cousin. So everything should have been fine. He
talked me into getting naked and touching each other and it was amazing to
me. We felt each other up and down and finally he coaxed me to suck him. I
loved it and loved hearing him say nice things to me. We agreed it was
between us and every night we played and I sucked him." I listened a little
more interested now and tried to picture a little Frank, blond hair, giving
a kid closer to my age a blow job. He continued, "One day, we were in the
little town and my cousin ran into some girls he knew from school. He acted
different. He was flirting and laughing and kidding them and they obviously
liked it and him." He sipped his beer and then just said, "I was
devastated. It was different after that. He didn't want to play anymore and
seemed to give me more shit in front of the family and when other kids were
around. It hurt and it took me a long time to just feel like I was okay." I
just sat quietly waiting for the end to the sad story. "My point is,
Dani. You are lucky that you did what you wanted to and you don't have to
worry about consequences. If you enjoyed it - fine. If you find someone
else to experiment with - fine, but make sure you trust them. Trust is
important."

I sipped and felt sorry for him, but also appreciative. He was right. I
knew I could fuck around and there were no consequences except in my own
head. No one was going to tell the story or make fun of me. I felt
something and I went for it and now it was over.

"Can I ask you something, Frank?" he looked up and I could tell he was
grateful to have me engaged in the conversation.

"Shoot," he said simply.

"How long after that did you have an actual sex exchange with a guy you
trusted?" I asked and sipped.

"I was 16 when, again, an older guy introduced me to actual making out and
sex." He was mid-twenties and we both worked at a movie theater. I knew he
was gay and he clearly suspected I was. We went to his apartment and I had
my first real gay sex."

"Did you do anal?" I asked.

"Ooooh yea." He laughed and continued, "I was hooked." He laughed more. "I
realized at 16 I was a bottom and loved it even after the first time when
it was a battle of ...ok this hurts, but it feels good too, but it hurts,
but oh wow is this great." Again a laugh.

I smiled, "What about the mess?"

"You mean shit?"

"Yes."

"First time it was spontaneous and messy, but then he showed me how to
douche. He would actually help me and I liked it."

"What did he do? What did you do, I mean?"

He tilted his head and looked at me with a knowing smile." Hmmm, you seem a
little more than slightly curious."

I'm sure I turned red and stumbled over my words with a lousy denial. "No,
I just have touched myself and... you know... just like... wait that's
where shit comes from..." I sipped to stop from talking.

"Dani, I could tell you loved having your hole touched." I nodded slightly,
opened my mouth, but then shut it. He took over for me saving me anymore
embarrassing excuses.

"It is okay. Our holes are very sensitive. I had my ass played with so
well, I came without touching myself. At your age that's not unusual. AND
it is so hot when it happens. Just a guy fucking you or fingering you and
you giving in and letting go and your dick just loving the anal massage and
you shoot.  He loves that he could do that to you and you love surrendering
to his fucking and shooting an approving load. Only downside is it
sometimes means you don't get to capture that juice. Shame!" He laughed and
I did a bit too.

I also had no doubt the description had me aroused. Fortunately my cargo
shorts were better at covering it up, but I suspect Frank knew. He told me
to come to his bathroom. He threw his hands up and said, "No, no, not what
you're thinking, I just want to show you what hygiene is about. Remember,
Dani, I'm a bottom. You are safe with me when it comes to this topic."

I got up and followed him. He went to the bathroom and turned on the
lights, went under the sink to a cabinet and retrieved a plastic bottle
with a long pointed top that had a cap on it.

"Ever had an enema?" I told him I had as a little kid, but not since.

"Simple," he said then added, "well not quite simple, but doable. You fill
this with warm water, get down on all fours, ass higher, lube the tip,
squeeze as much in as you can possibly hold and hold it there as long as
you can, then hop on the toilet and voila. A clean butt. Well not
quite. With these you can do it several times before you're clean."

"How do you know?" He seemed amused by my inquiry.

"Do it till what comes out is more or less clear. It's never quite like
water, but more like cloudy water.' I nodded.

"BUT," he went on, "If you are a pro asshole like me..." he pulled back the
shower curtain, "you go for the gold." there was a hook hanging from the
shower head with a large sack. I recognized it from my childhood as an
enema bag.

"A far superior device." he smiled.

"K, I said. Maybe more than I needed to know." I laughed.

"Not really, Dani. Do yourself a favor and experiment. You want to take the
bottle home."

"No, no," I replied. I don't need mom walking in on that thing siting
around.

"Well," he said, "when you are here next and no one is around you have my
total permission and encouragement to come in here and
experiment. Seriously. Do it. It will feel good to stick it in and feel
good when your empty. Really, Dani." I just smirked and nodded.

"Of course then I'd encourage a dildo, but if you're worried about mom I
doubt you'll want that around...or do you have one and that's why you want
the shitty information?"

"No I said," and then surprised myself with, "I used a hair brush handle
that looked like a small dick." I winced after I said it and he laughed.

"Don't worry. Gay men use all kinds of things and I'm sure straight guys
like you...or bi guys...find their dildo substitutes too." I appreciated
that he let me continue my life as straight or bi.

"Next time you are here...or, Dani, do you want to try to clean yourself
now. I can leave you or help you."

"No not at all. Sorry."

"Merely hearing you and wanting to let you feel comfortable any time asking
me or using my place."

"Thanks," I said. "I've got to get going." His arms went out and I didn't
hesitate to give him a hug. It lingered longer than either of us thought. I
felt myself stirring in my shorts and I know he did. "Seriously, thanks," I
said.

He looked at me and brushed the hair from my forehead. "Today, how about
just an old fashion old guy blow job." I stood with my hands by my side and
didn't stop him when he went to my belt. When he unsnapped them and
unzipped, they just fell to my ankles. He smiled at the turquoise jock and
went to his knees, pulling it down as he went. My dick popped out fully
wanting his mouth. He looked up then went deep onto my cock. I groaned and
stumbled. He pulled me to sit down on the toilet and my knees instinctively
spread apart for him. Amazing how deep we went on my cock with hardly a
sound other than a slurping. He sucked and held my balls, then pulled me
forward to finger my ass. I lifted my legs to oblige. He backed off my dick
and played with my hole smiling at me as I bit my lower lip and closed my
eyes, only to then groan with pleasure. He whispered some things but I
couldn't get it all except maybe - "you love that Dani I know you
do. Good. Fuck. Yea you want it." He swallowed me again and I almost burst
when his hand went up the side of my cut sleeved t-shirt and he pinched my
tit. My load exploded and almost hurt my dick I came so hard. I leaned back
and let my gay old friend clean me.

I left feeling more confident that day. It was just a blow job from a gay
guy who needed cock and to a young guy who just needed to blow a load. That
was it. The universe was functioning as it should.

As I drove off I couldn't help but wonder about Frank. I hadn't asked him
about his current life or loves or anything personal. I probably didn't
really want to know, but there was clearly, or at least, clearly in my
mind, a discomfort with my change of attitude toward the relationship we
had on my first day. He just seemed more vulnerable. Surely he expected
that I would back off and surely he didn't expect that I was going to want
to spend more time with him or have a relationship. He had described his
time at 16 with a mid-twenty-year-old. Did he think I was going to be his
teen lover? I just shrugged the idea off, but there was something that day
with his tale of woe at age 13 that made him seem less engaged and more
reserved. Maybe it was just the adult with underage kid that scared him.

When I got home mom asked if I wanted to go out for dinner, just the two of
us. Usually dinners out were special occasions or grandma came, so I
quickly responded to the affirmative. She seemed happy about that and asked
the big question...Chinese food? Steak? Italian? I knew she loved Chinese,
which for me would be my last choice, so I suggested that first. Of course,
likewise, mom knew I really was not a big fan of Chinese so she suggested
she could do that with grandma when I was away at school, so why not Pasta
Vecchio's which she knew I loved. "Great by me," I told her.

I went up to shower and change. In the shower I went back to the bathroom
lesson from Frank. Maybe I should have taken him up on the offer to borrow
his plastic douche bottle. Just for one night I could hide it and try to
clean myself. I didn't even know why, but the idea intrigued me. Maybe I
wanted to hairbrush my ass on a regular basis! I laughed at that thought.

I got out of the shower and did my boxer/jean/shirtless look, then walked
back to my room. I picked out a white long sleeve shirt. It was still warm
but between the car and the restaurant I wouldn't be in the warm evening
very much. Besides, I liked white against my tan face and you never knew if
some hot chick was going to come strolling by. Yea right, more like some
cute bus boy. Let it go, Dani, let it go.

Mom and I lately had no shortage of conversation and, fortunately, she
never, unlike dad, quizzed me about Frank or the painting job. We talked
nonstop and, despite the incredible descriptions of dishes at this
restaurant, I opted for what I always got here - chicken parmesan with a
side of meatballs. Mom would be the one to try something new and so she'd
usually pass over a good portion for me to try.  Having not really eaten
lunch and very little breakfast for that matter, I was ravenous. When the
waitress asked if I wanted the meatballs with my meal or as an appetizer I
just said NOW! They both laughed. The meatballs here were about two inches
in diameter and soft so with the bread they set on the table I broke them
up and topped a piece of bread like it was a meatball sandwich. My mom just
shook her head and laughed at me. "You were hungry!" she said as she watch
me create the concoction and devour it. We talked again right through the
meal.

As she figured the bill I sat in silence and watched the young woman who
must have been new and learning the register. She was a stunning blonde
with those eyelashes that are also blonde. I can't help staring at a blonde
like that especially when the eyelashes contrast against steel blue
eyes. She was hot and smiled a lot with a tilted head that just was so
sexy. I shifted my dick around in my jeans to keep it's hardening
comfortable.

I became aware that my mom had finished and was sitting watching me watch
the cashier. She did a throat clearing thing and brought me back to reality
then smiled a big approving smile at my ogling.

"What?" I said a little sarcastically, "I can look!" Mom laughed.

As we walked out of the restaurant a couple with a son about my age stood
back and held the door. The kid had on a sleeveless t-shirt, Nike shorts
and Adidas sandals, was well tanned with dark hair that fell over his
forehead. He topped his look off with a Rolex, or some imitation of a
Rolex, and a rawhide necklace. I couldn't help loving his tanned and hairy
legs with great calves and I could tell as he bent forward some defined
muscle in his thighs. Even the long Nike's couldn't hide that. His arms
were nicely toned, not overly muscled and his hands were smooth, tan and
average size. A soccer player, I guessed...  The parents smiled and the kid
and I caught each other's eyes. I should have given him a friendly smile,
but a little embarrassed, I walked on. I had to control myself not to turn
and look back at him lest I give my mom reason to think it was not just
beautiful blonde girls that caught my interest.

We drove home still chatting with me occasionally responding to the pinging
of my phone with texts from friends. One from Charley read: "R U painting?
How's ur frank. Lol"

I replied: "u suck. done tomorrow." Another from my dad asked about when
we'd get in our final visit before I left for school. I ignored it until
later.

A few minutes before we got home, I got another one. It was from Frank:
Dani, something's come up and I need to postpone finishing the
painting. Got some people coming for meetings here tomorrow and maybe
Thursday morning. Maybe finish up Thursday afternoon? Will have to let u
know. Sorry.

"What the fuck!" It just came out so I quickly followed with, "sorry."

"What's the matter, Daniel?" My mom ignored my language.

Frank, the painter guy, wants to postpone finishing till Thursday
afternoon. Shit! I just want to get it done."

"Why is that? What's the problem? Is he happy with the work?" Okay, now mom
was being a mom.

"The work is great. He just said he has some people coming for a
meeting. That's just weird. Why would he care, or why would they care, that
a kid is painting his room. It's not like that's where they'll meet.
Room's a mess and empty. This sucks."

Mom talked away doing her usual defense of the maligned person - maybe they
need the privacy...what difference will it make whether you are off
tomorrow or Thursday? maybe...blah, blah. She is the most understanding
person always with a positive view of a lousy situation. I was just
annoyed.

I hung downstairs with her for a while then finally headed up to my
room. At least I didn't have to go to bed early or get up early. I just
decided to take mom's approach and catch up on Instagram, twitter and
whatever else. I also thought I'd hit teen forum pages again. Just curious.

I also went through the usual suspicious scenarios with Frank. Was he
ditching me? Why the fuck would he do that? He needed to pay me still. What
was his business anyway? Joe had said he sold a business, but what does Joe
really know? Was he just putting off my finishing? But we hadn't even
discussed the living room which I had determined I wasn't going to
do. Okay, I was way over-thinking this, which, more than anything, the
whole postponement was simply an annoyance.

I stayed up late and slept late. Mom was gone and left a note. I did my
laundry which I did whenever I could. It allowed me the chance to wash
things like my bikini underwear that I preferred to keep from mom. In the
afternoon I scarfed down leftover Italian that mom had brought home from
the restaurant and then set up the chaise lounge in the backyard, put on
the faded blue trunks I had worn to Franks on day one, and sat in the sun
with headphones on.

Sunbathing alone is boring, but having stayed up late I was dozing on and
off. I also felt the hot sun on my thin blue trunks. I had gotten a little
bold and wore the trunks commando. WTF, no one was around and unless I got
a hard on, who would know. The hard on thing was more significant than I
had guessed.  My mind wandered to all kinds of things. The sexy tanned teen
from last night made an appearance, smirked, pointed at his crotch and I
obliged, the totally hot blonde cashier wrapped her arms around my neck and
stared into my eyes, and there were a few Charley fantasies and then there
was the memory Frank's finger in my hole which kind of sent me over the
top.

But the one I spent the most time on was Joe. He was just an intriguing
character to me. His confidence and his mannerisms all intimidated me in
some way keeping me a bit obsessed. I wished he would just come by and
sunbathe with me and tell me stories of his life as a gay kid who started
out getting picked on, giving blow jobs to straight assholes and now to the
talkative comfortable kid who gave shit to older guys and felt at ease
telling me he liked toned, half naked young guys. It all created an
erection I couldn't explain.

As luck would have it, at the peak of one of those erections, Frank
called. He apologized first then tried to small talk.

"So what are you doing on your day off? Home alone?" He asked.

"I am and just sunbathing while I can and listening to music."

"Mmmm, I love the warm sun on my naked body." He replied, "It makes me
horny too. You?"

He caught me off guard and never learning my lesson I replied, "Sitting
here with an erection as we speak, Frank. Just to be honest with you."

"What are you wearing, stud" he asked

Emboldened I went with it, "My little blue shorts that you've seen, but I'm
commando."

He laughed loudly and added, "Oh to be you. Or to be your neighbor now. You
think there's some young drooling boy...or girl...looking out the window
spying and wanting you."

'I sincerely doubt it, Frank. Not unless some neighbor has visitors I don't
know about." I paused then jumped to the point. "So what's going on?"

"Well I should be done by 10 or 11 so why not play it safe and come by at
noon. That should give you time to finish up, celebrate finishing and get
your paycheck. Oh," he added, "I meant to say, if you don't mind, I'm going
to put off the living room. Just not sure about what color and not into
moving all that stuff right now."

"That's absolutely fine, Frank. I was going to have to decline anyways. My
mom is really hurting to have me around for the next couple of weeks. I
promised her I would let this job be my end."

"Great!" He responded. "Now, why don't you wear the blue shorts and paint
commando for me tomorrow. C'mon, Dani, just give the old guy a thrill. No
playing, no games, just thoughts." He laughed.

"Yea, I'll think about it." I said with a definite sarcastic tone.

"Oh and Dani. I'll be in and out in the afternoon, but remember, my offer
to use my bathroom. I'll put it out for you."

"Probably not, but thanks." My voice was noticeably less confident. He got
me on that one.

I rehashed the timing and we hung up. I thought, "The guy has balls asking
me to paint commando." On the other hand, there was no doubt I felt
flattered. I went back to my music and thoughts. I also had another thought
on why Frank put me off just for a meeting. One, his people, whoever they
were, would see this gay man with a teenager working for him that might
raise eyebrows. Two, it would mean my work would end while he had company
and he'd have to pay and say goodbye without any fanfare. This was probably
about one last visit from Dani boy unimpeded by company. I was satisfied
that was it. I was also convinced my confidence was growing and there would
not be much fanfare.

The next morning despite my late work schedule, I rose early enough to say
bye to mom. I told her I might be home late in case the painting took
longer than planned. I had learned that about painting. The final touch up
can take a while. I felt pretty sure I'd finish, but maybe I was doubting
how quickly I'd walk away. I was definitely doubting myself.

I had a lazy morning and showered slowly. I walked naked back to my room to
dress for work. I looked at myself in the mirror. The thighs had gotten
some sun for sure but they were a little redder than the brown of the rest
of me. Still it was better than white and the shorts had made a nice
line. I looked at my outfit options and didn't hesitate to grab the faded
blue shorts. I mean they were more comfortable for painting! I knew I was
stretching my reason for wearing them but went with it. Oddly after wearing
them the day before I just instinctively put them on commando. I
stopped. WTF! Am I really going to do this? I started to remove them, but
then stopped again, left them on, covered them with my long Nike shorts,
threw on the Zac t-shirt and tennis shoes and I was off.

I arrived at Frank's about 11:45am, but saw there were two big sedan's in
the driveway, one behind the other. I drove around the neighborhood for
about ten minutes and then made my way back to Frank's house. As I
approached I could see the driveway was empty so I turned in. But only one
of the sedans was gone the other sitting up closer to the garage was still
there. Frank was standing in the yard talking to a slim, blonde woman in
her late thirties maybe. They turned simultaneously as I turned the corner
to head up the driveway. Shit! I had to pull up now since it would look
pretty weird and suspicious if I backed out and left.

I did the usual pull to the side, but left my Nike shorts on, just in case,
and sure enough I heard Frank yell for me to come meet the blonde. I
couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed that I had the Nikes on,
but I noticed when I walked around the car his eyes went immediately to my
mid-section.

He introduced the woman as one of his business partners and then introduced
me and told her if she ever needed a great painter he'd rent me out. We all
chuckled and I excused myself to get started. I could feel their eyes on me
as I walked into the house and it wasn't long before I heard the sedan
start up and back out. Frank came in and pointed to the Nikes and said,
"Are you punishing me for asking too much?" I laughed and proceeded to
slowly lower the Nike shorts exposing the blue ones. Frank gave a very gay
"Yeah!" and to tease further I turned and lowered to show my bare ass.

"Oh you have made my day." He proclaimed. "Well, kind of. I do have a bunch
of things to do so I'll be gone for a few hours. But I shall return." He
ended the sentence in a high shrill voice - very gay.

He headed out although he lingered in the back yard and took a call -
sounded a little hush, hush social, unlike his business calls. Finally I
heard him say, "Great! See you later." and in a minute or so the car left.
I went to the radio, stripped off the t-shirt and carried it and the shorts
out of the room so they wouldn't get paint splattered, but stood there a
minute. I couldn't resist.

I walked back to Frank's bedroom and into the bathroom. Sure enough, the
plastic bottle sat on the vanity and it appeared to be full. There was a
note. The note re-explained how to use and he even made a little picture of
a body lying down with hand holding bottle to ass and ass in the air. I
laughed. The note mentioned he had put a towel on the floor because there
would be dripping. Not to worry just throw it in the basket when done. He
also mentioned the lube sitting out as it would take a few bottles full
most likely.

Amazingly, or maybe not so amazingly, I dropped my blue shorts, lubed the
tip and bent down in the position. It was a little awkward but far easier
than when I had tried the hair brush fucking. I squeezed and about crushed
the bottle to get it all out. When I l took it out and looked at it there
was still a lot more so I reinserted and collapsed it further. It was
surprising how flexible the bottle was. I then sat, face on the towel, and
waited. I felt like I could hold it forever, but eventually I jumped up and
let loose.  Nasty. I wiped and went back to it again. About the third time
I noticed the water was cloudy, but no longer brown. I did one more and
even held my legs up because I heard it helped to empty you if your feet
were higher than your butt. Whatever it did, I ran cloudy again and decided
I was clean. I didn't feel any different, but it wasn't something I could
see myself doing too often. It just seemed like a lot of work and pretty
gross.

The note said there was a wash cloth to use to clean up my ass and to put
it in the laundry basket also, so I did that. It actually wasn't very dirty
so I assumed I had followed instructions properly. I returned to the work.

The table had been moved to the middle of the room so I slid it back closer
to the wall to give me more room to paint the window frames. The framing
was pretty straight forward. They were just like flat boards about 5 inches
wide and in a picture frame style. So that meant no window sills, just easy
painting with the primary difficulty being to take care of the inch or so
thick sides and make sure I didn't get white gloss on gray flat wall paint.

I started at the back door and moved along at decent pace. I was down to
two windows when Frank returned. But he wasn't alone. I could hear him
talking and another voice joined in. The two were chatting away and I heard
two car doors slam instead of one. I didn't think anything of it till I got
a better sound of the other voice. It was a somewhat confident voice giving
Frank shit and a little animated. Joe!  Holy fuck. Wtf! I knew he lived 3
doors down and I knew that he knew frank and I was sure especially given
the gay thing that they communicated... but WHY NOW?

I was standing on the taller ladder with my back to them painting the top
trim of the next to the last window when they walked into the room.

"Isn't that a beautiful sight to come home to, Joe?" Frank said loudly.

Joe went with it, "No shit send that beautiful boy over when he finishes
here."

I stayed on task but went along by wiggling my ass which brought a laugh
from them. I looked over my shoulder and smiled, "Well hello, Joe. I
recognized the voice when you were in the back yard talking loud enough for
the neighbors."

"You recognized my voice? Well now I am totally flattered, Dani ma manny!"

Uggh. A blast from the past. Everyone in middle school called me Daniel,
but Joe came up with calling me "Dani ma manny" one day at lunch when I was
sitting down and got a laugh from it so he persisted for the rest of the
year. Fortunately people laughed, but it never caught on and I remained
Daniel to everyone except Joe.

Joe was dressed in his work outfit - black khakis, a short sleeve white
button down shirt and a narrow print tie pulled up to his neck. His shoes
were old traditional black laced shoes. I looked him over and asked, "On
your way to work?"

"Just got out of work." He replied and went on, "Fortunately my kind and
generous neighbor said he'd give me a ride."

"No car to use?" I asked

"You kidding. My parents are retired, they never leave the house, and they
complain all day and tell me to go buy my own car if I want to drive or
take the bus."

Frank broke in, "They aren't the friendliest people, I hate to tell you
Joe."

"Actually," Joe came back, "they're assholes. They'll even tell you
that. That's why my sisters live out west. They got the fuck out as soon as
they could."

"So they just have you to pick on?" I said as I finished the top part of
the trim and climbed down. I was conscious of my dick falling out as I
descended the ladder and clearly Joe held an eye on me the whole
time. Surprisingly, Frank excused himself saying he had to make some calls.

"Fuck them. I come and go as I please and they are fine with that." Joe
again had that confident un- rattled tone.

"Well," I started, "you can always go to boarding school." My tone was a
little sarcastic and I clearly wasn't encouraging it. "Then you have dozens
of asshole adults telling you what to do."

"So Dani ma manny, how do you like boarding school?" Joe looked for a seat
on the other ladder.

"I like it. It's got it's plus and minus."

"I'll guess the plus is lots of cute kids, interesting people from all over
and the minus is lots of rules." He said it almost proud of his prediction.

"Pretty much. You got it."

"Any relationship for you?" He pushed

"Nope. Not yet. Nada." I paused and turned to him with the same. "How about
you, Joe. You seem really confident and comfortable. Relationship? How is
life?"

"Well thank you. Again, you flatter me. I like that." He laughed at his
comment. "I definitely don't need or want a relationship. I do what I want
and I get what I want. I'm not your little middle school friend anymore and
life is good. Not perfect, but good."

"Great," I said, "I suspect middle school was rough. I mean it is for
everyone, but you took your share." I thought I was a little bold to say
that and even regretted it as it came out, but Joe went confidently to
it. "You mean big tough guys who want to be nice to get their rocks off
then run to their friends to tell about their conquest?"

"I guess. I never knew if that was true, Joe." I turned again to paint

"You were one of the nice boys Dani ma manny." You didn't ask for favors or
spread shit around. I always liked you." He smiled broadly, "You should
have been pushier or maybe I should have pushed you, more like it."

I shrugged, "Meh. I was young probably wouldn't have done anything.

Joe went on, "So at some point I grew balls and when an asshole wanted me
I'd say and I still say, 'if you don't reciprocate, you can just go
masturbate.' That stops them and eventually the shit went away. Well except
for the ones who reluctantly did reciprocate." That comment got my
attention.

"Did they? Some "straight guys" (I did finger quote marks) would
what...blow you?"

"I don't kiss and tell, but, yes that aaaand....other things!" He smirked
and looked intently in my eyes.  Then he added, "Some of them. Some are
still coming around but I get more than I give." He laughed.

The conversation had me a little nervous for some reason, but fortunately,
I did the final paint stroke and stood back and admired it all. I walked
over to the table and dropped the brush in soapy water and used it to wash
my own hands. I was drying my hands when Joe went over to inspect my
work. He walked by me fairly close and patted my back as he complimented
the work. "Very nice Dani ma manny.  You don't mind me saying that do you?"

"Not my favorite, but it's cool. Frank wears me down with Dani boy."

"See I say you are all man, Dani, he sees a boy." He laughed then turned to
the windows.

Stupidly I watched as he took both hands and touched the outer edge of the
frames with his fingers. "Oh shit," he yelled and showed me the painted
finger tips. It was latex and fairly dry so there wasn't much.  "That was
stupid. Why didn't I at least change before I came over here? Fuck,
Dani. I'm so sorry."

"Not a big deal, Joe."

He turned and faced me head on and held out his hands almost too
dramatically. "Dani come take my tie off." I walked over to oblige.

The tie was knotted very tight and I stood close to him looking at the knot
and trying to get it started. He swayed a little like I was pushing too
hard and he put his palms on my upper arms. I was aware of him staring at
me and occasionally I looked at him and especially his round full lips. I
felt my dick stir and I moved my waist trying to adjust. The tie finally
slipped free and I pulled it out through the collar and started to back off
aware of my slight bulge.

"Hey! What are you doing? I need you to take the shirt off." His words gave
me pause, but I moved back in, I'm sure wearing a bit of a stupid serious
look. I looked at him in the eyes several times and he was smiling at me. I
looked and felt like a dork. I unbuttoned the top button and then slowly
went to the second and the third, each time looking him in the eyes
shyly. My dick could not be contained and I felt it slide to the side of my
shorts. Commando had been a bad idea but I doubt it would have mattered.

As I got to the forth and then fifth button, Joe looked down at my well
defined bulging boner.

"Again, Dani, you flatter me, but in the nicest way possible." As I undid
the last button, Joe reached down and held my bulge. I gasped but stood
still. He rubbed it a little and smiled. "It's okay Dani. It happens and
I'm glad. You glad?" I nodded.

He rubbed then said, "I don't want to get paint on my black pants, Dani."
He pointed to his buckle. I felt totally powerless to do anything but
unbuckle, unsnap and unzip. I felt myself wanting to do what he said and it
was also clear he was very much in charge.

"My shoes first, Dani." I dropped down, my dick throbbing and untied each
shoe, removed them and then his socks. I stuck the socks in the shoes and
put them aside. My dick was leaking, throbbing. I looked up at Joe who had
a pleasant look on his face. He reached down and messed my hair as I slid
his pants down and held them for him to step out. When he did, I folded
them and set them on the shoes.  At my eye level I could see his moving
bulge through his boxer briefs. I looked up and he just smiled very
pleasantly, nodded and I slid the tight briefs down and his cock fell out.

His cock just mesmerized me. It was so perfectly straight and the head made
it look like an arrow pointing right at me. His dick, 6 inches or more, was
darker than the rest of him it seemed and he was completely shaved. There
was a shadow where the gorgeous straight cock left his body. My hands rode
up to his thighs. They were firm and my hands rubbed them and went to the
back and felt his firm legs from behind. He reached down and held his cock
putting it next to my cheek. I just breathed in and took hold of it. That
same amazing feeling of firm and squeezable and skin movable, but very
hard. He ran the cock across my lips to the other side of my face and then
back again. As he did, my lips opened, but my teeth were still almost
closed. He reached down and took my hair in his hand and tilted my head
back.  My mouth opened and he ran his cock to it. I opened and let it slide
into my mouth. My cock throbbed as I did it. His pre-cum was sweet, very
sweet, and I ran my tongue over his knob and then raised myself up and
lowered my head deeper on to his cock. I gagged as it went deeper into my
throat. Joe pulled out and then shoved it in again deeper. I felt it touch
my throat and again I gagged but tried to relax.

All the time Joe spoke softly to me. "Relax, Dani. Let your throat love my
cock. Take me deep, Dani." I tried to do it again and this time it went in
and I managed to feel his stomach with my nose. I gagged and tightened my
lips around his cock and pulled back then went deep again. I heard Joe moan
and say "Good boy. Again Dani." I did it again then started holding his
shaft and running my tongue over his head and then deep and then out. I
felt a good rhythm and I kept it up.

Suddenly I felt Joe's hands on either side of my face and he stopped me
from moving. "Just wrap your lips on my cock and hold still. No teeth
Dani." He started moving his hips back and forth; slow at first, a short
push, then out, then deeper and back out. I held still and let him do his
thing. As he did I saw something, Frank, came in, set something down and
left. Joe didn't react he kept thrusting into my mouth and moaned. He
stopped suddenly. I looked up at his thin naked body and his dick sticking
straight out still and dripping with my spit and pre-cum. He reached down
and lifted me by my shoulders. I just let him guide me up and turn me
around and he spoke softly telling me to put my hands on the table. He
slipped the blue shorts down, told me kind of roughly to step out, slapped
at my feet to make me separate them and took my ass cheeks in his hands. I
heard him spit, felt the dripping, and his finger went into my hole. My
legs stiffened and I lifted up on my tip toes. "Relax, Dani. Just
enjoy. We're just men helping men feel good"

I tried to relax but my left leg shook until I settled my foot on the
floor. He grabbed my cheeks hard and slapped the right one. It relaxed me
amazingly. Then I felt the amazing feel of his tongue in my hole. I groaned
loudly and I felt him bury his face deeper in me. It was just fucking
amazing. His tongue flickered back and forth really quickly and I moaned
and bent at the knees making my ass stick out. Joe rose and kept fingering
me with his right hand while reaching for the tube Frank had set down with
the left hand. I heard it squirt and then I felt the lube drip down my
crack and his finger entered in slowly. I moaned again. It just froze me
and felt like nothing I had experienced. He slipped it in and out and each
time a little deeper and each time I felt myself wanting it more. It felt
so amazing.

"Just stay there," he told me. I did even though I wanted to touch my
bouncing dick I just stood there, hands on table, feet apart and suddenly
in another place as his finger gently slid in and out and then tighter with
two fingers in and out. I groaned and those same fucking words came out of
my mouth.  "Fuck. Joe I'll do anything you want."

"Good, Dani. Just relax. You're going to love this. I know you will." I
nodded to his words. The fingering continued and I saw him go to the table
again while fingering me. He grabbed what at first I thought was more lube
but realized it was a condom. He worked quickly because in no time his
fingers were in me and my knees just about gave out.

His fingers left my hole and I felt his dick rub up and down my crack. He
stopped at my hole then let it slide again down my crack. His head poked at
my hole and I felt more lube dripping even down my leg and then a poke. I
tensed and his hand went to my neck and he told me to breathe evenly and
relax. I tried, but it was not easy. I could feel his head pushing in and
coming out and then in deeper. It hurt and I squeezed my ass cheeks
instinctively. He playfully smacked my ass and again it was like I took the
cue and relaxed and returned to breathing. Finally he made a good push in
and I gasped and groaned. He pulled out and then in deeper and each thrust
out felt wonderful and each push in challenged me to keep from quitting. I
bent my knees and my legs naturally spread. "Oh yea, you got it Dani. Oh
fuck you feel good." Then, "k, push out." That seemed weird, but I did and
he slid deep - deep into me. I cried out and then added a loud "fuck" and
then "oh fuck yea." His pace picked up and the pain was dull, but the
thrust made me thrust back at him wanting it more and harder. "Oh fuuuuuck,
Dani. You're a natural!"  As he pulled out I moved forward and as he
started back in I pushed back hard. "You little fuck, you're like fucking
me." I actually smiled through my gaping mouth and watery eyes. I bent back
over and he grabbed my hips and started controlling the motion and it
suddenly didn't hurt or at least it was a welcomed dull pain with an
electric follow through when he'd pull out or go deeper.

He grabbed me by the hair and I stood upright. He reached around, pulled my
hand away from my cock and took hold of it. I let out a very loud moan and
kept it up. He wrapped his arm around my neck and slid it to my tit and
pinched and I yelped and moaned loud again. He fucked very quickly back and
forth and I went about limp spreading my legs and just about sitting on his
thighs. I had to remember to close my mouth and swallow and he pulled my
head back and I heard him in my ear alternating between whispering trash
and licking inside my ear. I was just a limp body shaping myself around him
and moaning like a little boy.

He pulled out suddenly, grabbed me by my hand and walked me quickly across
the house to Frank's room. My dick wagged in front of me and I just went
like his puppy to the bedroom. I heard Frank follow us in and I got a sense
he was undressing. Joe brought me to the end of the bed, smacked my ass
hard and told me to climb up on it. I just did what he said. He pushed my
back down and my ass stayed raised. Frank climbed over me and sat propped
up naked and resting against the head board playing with his cock. I just
looked at him and his cock and then again I felt lube and Joe's cock
enter. This time it slid in and the pain was brief. He started in fucking
me and again I waited for him to pull out and me to thrust back. "This
fucking kid is a hot bottom, Frank. He's fucking good!" Joe sounded
exhausted too."

I felt him lean over me and I saw Frank raise his hand and realized it was
a high five. Frank lifted my chin and smiled and I actually smiled as best
I could for a second then went back to staying open mouthed, loving my hole
being slid in and out of. Joe grabbed my hair and pushed me forward. "Suck
his cock. Go ahead suck his cock." I didn't even think of disobeying and I
scooted forward slightly and took in Frank's cock. He held it and I started
sucking and licking and went deep a couple times feeling his pubic hair in
my nose. I sucked and sucked. Then Frank took his cock, pushed me back,
stroked it and started stiffening and gasping. He shoved my head down and
his load shot into my mouth. "Eat that up Dani boy." Frank said and I ate
and licked then moved away from the mess, burying my face in the bed sheet.

Joe went into a quick and deep rhythm, smacking my ass and groaning loudly
as I went about numb and tried still to thrust back. I felt his speed pick
up and his groan get very loud and then he pulled off, smacked my ass and
flipped me over in one easy motion. I was a limp rag and I fell back
against Frank.  Joe had a serious anxious look as he climbed over my legs,
straddle my stomach and raised himself on his knees. Frank's hands seems to
hold me up slightly and I just let my arms go limp. Joe ripped off the
condom and moved closer and started stroking his cock very hard and quick.

He moved closer to my face and something about his excitement got to me
also and my breathing was fast and following him. I tried to reach under
his balls and grab my cock. It was dripping like crazy and I wanted to cum
with him. He stroked faster and almost yelled as his body contorted and he
grabbed my hair and pulled me to his crotch. "Open up. Open your fucking
mouth." I obeyed and stroke me hard as he wailed and finally let loose a
huge load that hit in my mouth but got my nose and eye and cheek. His cum
was so incredibly sweet and more watery. I loved tasting it and when he
shoved his still stiff cock in my mouth I swirled my tongue around it and
savored it. He slowly pulled out and ran it over my face then back to my
mouth and I took the feeding. He dropped down to my cock and gave the
longest, tightest suck I could imaging and in seconds I exploded and yelled
fuck as it happened. I was spent.

There was a quiet and stillness in the room. I could hear lots of breathing
and felt Frank's chest rising and falling. I looked up at Joe and he gave
me and very calm, warm and big smile. I smiled back at him and stared at
his face. Words came out of me, "You are so good looking, Joe." Frank
chuckled and Joe tilted his head and smiled. I don't think too many people
would call Joe a handsome kid, but he looked that way to me. "Good sex
makes everything look better, Dani. It was a pleasure to fuck such a stud."

Joe climbed off stood by the side of the bed and motioned me with his index
finger to get up. I did and he took my hand, helped me and then put his
hands on my biceps and backed me to the wall. He stood inches from me and
we stared into each other - he smiling, me mesmerized and unknowing. "You
just missed one good part," He said. His hand came to my face and touched
it softly. He drew himself closer and I could hear him breathing. His hand
went around the back of my head and his lips came to mine. I didn't resist
and we kissed. I was weak to him and felt his arms around my neck and his
tongue enter easily into my mouth. I kissed him hard wanting more and my
hands went to his chest and rubbed it while he tilted my head using my hair
to control me. We kissed and he backed away and looked at me with a big
smile.

"See Dani. Girls want that first to get in the mood. I like it at the end
to say thank you." I smiled at him and nodded. "What do you think?"

We cleaned up, dressed, and did small talk like not much had happened. I
took a cue from Frank and did the obligatory hug with him. He gave me a
check with a $50 tip in it. I told him he didn't have to, but he shook his
head and said he had always intended to. I hugged Joe awkwardly and left
with my mind relaxed, but in a daze.

I never saw Frank again. And Joe...that was a different story. Maybe
another story.

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