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Danny's Discovery

Hugh Cox

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

"Well, thanks for ruining the whole day!" Michelle snarled at her brother as they entered the house, breaking the silence she had maintained throughout the drive home.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked timidly.

"I was getting along just fine with James, until you decided to play the clown. Then you spent the rest of the afternoon following him around like a little puppy and he totally ignored me."

"I didn't mean to collide with that man, it was an accident," Danny defended himself.

"So you say!" his sister retorted, "but you still managed to spoil things for me."

"OK Michelle, that's enough," their mother interrupted as she joined them after parking the car in the garage. "I don't believe for one minute that your brother would do something like that deliberately just to spite you. Anyway, I think it says a lot about James that he looked after Danny like that."

"He might have asked me out if Danny hadn't been such a clumsy fool."

"Maybe he didn't ask you out because he's g . . ." Danny stopped mid-sentence, as he saw his mother frown and shake her head.

"Because he's what?" Michelle asked.

"Got a girlfriend already," Danny replied and Sandra gave a relieved smile.

"No way! She'd have been there today, or someone would have mentioned her at least."

"OK, let's leave it there," Sandra said. "You pair will never agree about this."

"I'm going up to my room, I'll see you later," Michelle said, before stamping angrily up the stairs.

"It was an accident, really," Danny said to Sandra when his sister had left.

"I know, sweetheart," she replied. "You and James were away for a while, what kept you so long?"

"We were just talking," Danny answered, his reddening cheeks giving away the lie.

"What did you talk about?" his mother asked.

"Oh, you know, just boy stuff. James is cool and it was nice to be able to talk about . . . things."

"That's great, it's good that you can discuss things with another guy," Sandra said, smiling at her son. "What reason were you going to give for James not asking Michelle out?"

Danny blushed again. "Oh, em, nothing really," he replied unconvincingly.

"Did he tell you that he's gay?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"His mum told me; but I don't think you should tell your sister, she won't thank you for it. It's something that James will have to tell her himself."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Danny said. "I think I'll go to my room too."

Sandra watched as he climbed the stairs, she knew her son well enough to realise that he wasn't being entirely honest. Something had happened while he and James had been alone together and she had a fairly good idea that it involved more than just talking. It was obvious that there was no future with James for Michelle and, to complicate matters, it now seemed that Danny had a crush on him as well. Things couldn't continue as they were and if James wasn't ready to resolve the situation then perhaps he needed a push.

 

* * *

 

Danny closed his bedroom door behind him and sat on his bed. The events of the afternoon had been so unexpected and had happened so suddenly that he had found himself overwhelmed by what had occurred. Now, for the first time, he was able to take stock and try and make sense of things. As he replayed the experience in his mind, his cock hardened and he started to rub it absent-mindedly. He suddenly became aware what he was doing and realised that he now knew how to pleasure himself and relieve his sexual tension.

He stripped all his clothes off, throwing them onto a pile on the floor, before lying on the bed with his legs spread. He grasped his three and a half inch hard-on in his right hand, cupped his small, tight ball sac in the other and started to stroke his cock as James had shown him; moving his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive glans. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was James' hand rather than his own that was causing the pleasurable feelings that coursed through his body. In his fantasy, his own hand was wrapped around the older boy's larger, thicker cock and he stroked faster and faster until he felt the tingling sensation in his groin along with the need to pee. He knew to ignore that need now and continued to rub, his fist almost a blur as it moved up and down until his dry orgasm hit him and he groaned in ecstasy. The pleasure he felt wasn't quite as intense as he'd experienced when James had given him his first orgasm a few hours before; but it still felt incredible and left him feeling relaxed and satisfied.

As he came down from his high, he thought about his words earlier when James had told him that he was gay, "I think I am too," he had said. There was no doubt in his mind anymore, he knew now that he was definitely gay and it didn't bother him; in fact he realised that his acceptance of his sexuality was a liberating experience and he felt happier than he had in months. The only thing left to do was to `come out' to his mum and sister and, as he drifted off to sleep, he decided that he would tell them in the morning.

 

* * *

 

James Edwards was a worried young man; all his good intentions of sticking to `legal' boys of at least sixteen years of age had crumbled at the sight of one cute twelve year old. Instead of thinking with his brain, he had allowed his cock to take over and had indulged in mutual masturbation with the lad inside half an hour of laying eyes on him. Now the boy's mother was sitting in the beer garden of the pub where James had a part-time summer job, waiting to talk to him when his shift ended.

Sunday lunch was one of the pub's busiest periods and several students worked from twelve 'til three to supplement the full time staff. Sandra Thomas was not a regular and James had been surprised but not concerned when she had arrived about ten minutes ago. When he had served her with a glass of white wine she had asked to speak to him in the beer garden when he had finished and now he was concerned. Why did she want to talk to him? What had Danny told her? Why the fuck had he touched the boy? Because he was hot as hell and James' other `head' had been in charge!

The beer garden was busy, due to the continuing fine weather; but Sandra had managed to find an isolated table, in the shade of a tree, in the far corner. "Hi, Mrs Thomas," he said nervously, as he sat down opposite her.

"Please call me Sandra," she replied, "after all, you're an adult now."

Uh-oh, why had she said that? You're an adult . . . Danny's a child . . . you're going to prison!

"OK, Sandra," he just about managed to get out.

"Danny told me all about what happened yesterday," she said without any preamble.

James felt the blood drain from his face, this was his worst nightmare come true. "I'm really sorry . . . he was unsure about things . . . it seemed easier to show him . . .I know I shouldn't have touched him . . . it won't happen again, I promise . . . I'll stay away from him . . . I won't see him again . . . please don't go to the police . . ." he realised that he was babbling and shut-up, hanging his head and waiting for the axe to fall. When there was nothing but silence, he looked up and saw Sandra gazing at him with a wry smile on her face.

"All Danny said was that you'd talked about `boy stuff'," she said. "I knew there was more to it than that, of course."

James let out an audible gasp. Him and his big mouth, he'd just dropped himself in the shit; up to his eyeballs and beyond.

"There's no need to panic," Sandra reassured him, "I've got no intention of telling anyone else about what happened. However, I do want you to do two things for me."

"Tell me what you want, I'll do anything you ask," James replied, when he had recovered his senses.

"Well, firstly, I want you to tell Michelle that you're gay. She's got a huge crush on you and the sooner she finds out the truth the better."

"That's not a problem," James replied. "No offence; but she's a pain in the arse. If Danny hadn't had his accident yesterday I'd probably have told her then. What's the other thing?"

"Danny's reached the age where he needs a male role model; a mentor if you like. He doesn't have a father or an older brother and none of his uncles or cousins live nearby; I'd like you to take on that responsibility."

"You mean you actually want me to spend time with Danny," James said in amazement. "I thought you'd want to keep me as far away from him as you could."

"No, you see this morning Danny told us that he is gay; and I can't think of anyone better to help him deal with life as a gay teenager than you."

"Wow, well done Danny!" James exclaimed. "I didn't have the guts to `come out' until I was fourteen; I'm glad you're taking it so well."

"The news wasn't exactly a surprise. I love my children, James and I want them to be happy; stopping Danny from seeing you won't make him happy," Sandra said, finishing her drink. "I'm asking for your help here, please don't let me down."

"I won't, Danny's a great kid and I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt him."

"I'm sure you'll give him excellent advice," Sandra replied. She passed a piece of paper to him, "This is Danny's phone number; I'll leave it to you to make arrangements to see him when it suits you both. Oh, one final thing; if he wants more than just advice, I trust you to use your best judgement."

"Do you mean . . . ?"

"You're an intelligent young man James," she interrupted, "I'm sure you don't need me to spell it out."

With that she stood up and walked away, leaving a bemused James staring after her in amazement. A few minutes ago he had been contemplating a prison sentence; now the mother of the hottest boy he knew had practically given him carte blanche to teach her son all about gay sex.

 

* * *

 

The television was just a blur in the corner to Danny, who had no idea what programme his mother was actually watching. His day had turned out better than he had dared hope and he was reliving it in his head. At breakfast that morning he had told his mother and sister that he was gay; and to his relief they had taken the news in their stride.

"Tell me something I don't know," Michelle had said. "It's been obvious that you're gay for ages, especially the way you were all over James yesterday."

Sandra had been a bit more sympathetic; she had hugged Danny and said that she loved him and that his sexuality was irrelevant to her.

In the afternoon he had gone to visit his friend Rob and had told him as well. Like Michelle, he said that he had suspected that Danny was gay and it didn't bother him at all. He had asked lots of questions though, most of which Danny couldn't answer.

The best part of the day, however, had come when he had returned home and his mother had told him that James had agreed to be his mentor; which meant that they could be together openly, as often as they wanted. Now he had someone who could answer his questions and teach him the things that he desperately wanted to know. Sandra had also informed Danny that James was going to tell Michelle that he was gay too; which would, hopefully, end her crush on him and prevent too much resentment at her brother spending so much time with him.

Danny heard the front door open and then slam shut; there was the pounding of footsteps running up the stairs; then there was the sound of a door slamming closed upstairs. "I think he's told her," he said to his mother.

"I better go and talk to her," Sandra replied. "She's bound to be very upset."

 

* * *

 

When Danny woke the following morning his mother had already left for work. In theory Michelle was in charge during the school holidays but she generally left her brother to his own devices. There was no sign of his sister so he made himself breakfast – orange juice, cereal and toast – and contemplated how to spend the day. Rob wasn't available, his parents both worked and he didn't have an older sibling to look after him; so he and his younger brother had to spend weekdays at their grandparents' house several miles away in the next town.

As he considered his options his phone rang, indicating an incoming text message. It wasn't a number that he recognised, so he opened the message to read it without too much interest. `Hi do u want to cum over. James.' That got his attention, especially the double entendre which made him giggle. `Cumming now, LOL. Danny', he replied, before storing James' number in his phone. He sent a text to Michelle to tell her where he was going, jumped on his bike and set off across town to the Edwards' home.

James was mowing the front lawn when Danny arrived twenty minutes later. He wanted to meet the boy when he arrived on his first solo visit; he was also feeling a little nervous and needed something to do to pass the time. Although the temperature had dropped since the weekend, the exertion made him warm enough to remove his shirt; and his tanned, glistening torso was the first thing Danny saw when he got off his bike. This sight had exactly same effect that it had two days earlier and, again, James noticed and smiled. "You still like what you see, then," he commented, nodding his head in the direction of the tent in the boy's shorts.

"Oh yeah," Danny grinned; he didn't feel the need to get embarrassed and run off this time. "I'm not the only one who likes what he sees," he continued, looking at James' groin where a somewhat larger tent had appeared.

"I guess we're pleased to see each other," James said, as he re-started the mower. "Give me five minutes to finish up here." Danny sat on the porch and watched intently as his new mentor completed his task, enjoying an excellent view of his tight arse as he moved away and the bulge in front as he came back on the return leg. When he had finished, James took the mower round to the back garden to store it in the shed and Danny followed, wheeling his bike.

"Come on, let's have a chat," James said, leading the younger boy to the patio where there were a table and chairs under a large sunshade. Much to Danny's disappointment, James donned his shirt again when they were out of the sun; it was an unfamiliar style to the boy, white with buttons all down the front and `Athletics' emblazoned across it in green and yellow. James noticed Danny looking at it and said, "It's a baseball jersey, this is the team I supported in America."

"Oh, OK," like most British boys Danny knew nothing about that sport.

As they sat down Helen Edwards came out of the house and walked over to them. "Hi Danny," she said. "Would you boys like some lemonade?"

"Em . . . yes please," Danny answered, with some hesitation. Lemonade wasn't his favourite drink but it seemed polite to say yes.

"Don't worry, you'll love it," James told him when Helen had gone back inside. "She makes the proper homemade stuff with real lemons, not like the supermarket crap; one big bonus from five years in California."

A few minutes later Helen returned with a large jug of iced lemonade and two glasses on a tray. She placed it on the table, ruffled Danny's hair and said, "Just call if you want anything else," as she went back to the kitchen.

James caught the look on Danny's face and laughed. "It's partly my fault, when I told her about our arrangement I said you'd be like my little brother. She's always wanted another kid, so I think you've got yourself a second mum."

The lemonade was every bit as good as James had said and the pair sat, drank and talked for a couple of hours. Danny asked what it was like to be an openly gay teenager in today's world and James answered as best he could; trying to give a balanced view, which accentuated the positives of being open about one's true identity, while warning about the bigoted morons that Danny would be sure to meet along the way.

The time flew by and Danny was surprised when Helen asked if he was staying for lunch. After being assured that he was very welcome to stay, he sent Michelle another text to let her know that he wouldn't be home for lunch and received a perfunctory `OK' in reply. At least she was up and about and answering her phone; although she probably wasn't best pleased about who Danny was with.

After they had eaten, Danny volunteered to do the washing up – it was what he always did at home – and earned himself hug and a kiss on the cheek from his new `mum'. James dried and put everything away, while teasing Danny for sucking up; the younger boy just smiled, pleased that they were comfortable enough with each other to indulge in such banter.

When they had finished they went upstairs to the flat above the garage; James sat on the couch and pulled Danny onto his lap so that the boy was sitting astride, facing him with his arms around his neck. James slipped his own arms around the boy's body and they both leaned in until their parted lips met. First James' tongue pushed into Danny's mouth, massaging the other's tongue gently; before retreating to allow the boy to return the favour.

After a few minutes James broke the kiss and looked into Danny's lust filled, dark brown eyes. "You like kissing, then?" he enquired. "A lot of boys your age aren't comfortable with it."

"I like kissing you," Danny responded, with a giggle. "What are we going to do now?"

"We can do whatever you want, I don't want to do something that makes you uneasy."

"I've never done anything before, so I'm not sure what to do."

"OK, why don't I lead and you can tell me if you're not comfortable with what we're doing."

James placed his hands against Danny's sides and pushed upwards, exposing pale, unblemished skin of the boy's upper body. "Raise your arms, baby," he said. Danny obeyed with another giggle. "What's so funny?" he asked, as he removed the T-shirt.

"It's weird being called `baby'."

"Don't you like it?"

"I love it! It'll just take a bit of getting used to."

James ran his hands over Danny's chest, his sides and finally his back; pulling him closer and lowering his mouth to the boy's left nipple, licking around it before sucking in the little nub. Danny shuddered and moaned slightly, the pleasure from that part of his body coming as a complete surprise. James moved to the other nipple, repeating the action before running his tongue up the middle of the boy's chest and kissing the hollow at the base of his neck.

"Your turn," James said, leaning back into the couch.

Danny started to slowly unbutton James' shirt, bringing the tanned, lightly muscled torso that he loved so much, into view. He moved his hands across the chest, enjoying the feeling of the hard pecs and sun-darkened nipples. He continued with the lower buttons and ran his hands over the bumps of James' firm abs, before returning to the chest and suckling on the right nipple. It was James' turn to moan, which turned into a grunt when Danny nipped him with his teeth.

"Sorry!" Danny exclaimed pulling off. "Did I hurt you?"

"That's OK, little nibbles there are good," James replied. "Keep going, you're doing great."

Danny shifted to the other nipple, licking and sucking as James had done to him earlier. Then he gave it a firm nip with his teeth and looked up, with a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh I see; it's like that is it!" James exclaimed and started to tickle Danny. The boy squealed and tried to pull away but James rolled him onto his back and pinned him down; continuing to tickle while Danny squirmed and giggled below him. Eventually James stopped and they lay face-to-face, staring into each other's eyes; James kissed Danny and said, "Let's move this to the bedroom." Then he picked the boy up and carried him across the living room and through the door before tossing him onto the bed.

Danny removed his Reeboks and scooted up until his head was on the pillow; he clasped his hands behind his head, spread his legs and said, "I'm all yours; you can do whatever you want with me."

James almost came there and then; he let out a soft moan, kicked off his sandals and dropped his shorts; standing naked in front of Danny with his seven inch hard-on leaking pre-cum. He climbed on top of the boy, supporting his weight on his arms and gave the cute pre-teen body a complete working over with his mouth. He nuzzled Danny's neck, nibbled his earlobes, sucked his nipples again and, to the boy's surprise, licked his hairless armpits. Moving lower he tongued the perfect `innie' navel and then undid his shorts and removed them in one quick movement.

James took a sharp intake of breath as he gazed at the stunning boy, lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of tight white briefs; which were tented out by three and a half inches of hard boy cock. Kneeling between Danny's outspread legs, he ran his fingers up and down his thighs; before leaning in and planting a kiss on the smooth, creamy skin on the inner surface of first one and then the other. He pulled the waistband of the briefs out and down exposing his prize; the uncut penis lay flat against Danny's body, pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. The scrotum was small and wrinkled, still tight to the boy's body; and there wasn't a hair in sight.

Taking the small sac in his mouth, James sucked on first one, then the second of Danny's balls; before taking them both together. Next he licked the length of the boy's shaft; then holding it between his thumb and first two fingers, he took it into his mouth; using his tongue to push inside the foreskin and contact Danny's sensitive glans.

Danny let out a loud moan, "Oh . . . my . . . god; that's amazing!" he gasped.

Pleased by the response he was getting, James pulled the foreskin back completely and swallowed the boy's entire length easily. Danny's cock barely made contact with his throat, so he pulled back a bit and concentrated on his cockhead; a few seconds later, Danny grabbed his lover's head and thrust into his mouth; squealing with pleasure as he experienced the best orgasm he'd had yet.

James moved back up and lay next to Danny, his head propped on his elbow as he watched the boy recover. As he regained his senses he grinned and pulled James in for another kiss, "Thanks, that was the best thing ever," he said.

"You're welcome," James replied, "I enjoyed it too."

"My turn to suck you," Danny responded.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to."

"But I want to! Really, I do."

"OK, but don't try and take it all this time, James warned, as he lay back on the bed. "Just take what you're comfortable with for now and you can learn how to swallow it all gradually. Make sure you cover your teeth, though; this thing isn't a nipple!"

Danny got a serious look on his face as he knelt between James thighs and got his first good look at his `stuff'. The seven inch, slightly curved cock, he had seen before; but for the first time he noticed James' pubic hair. Unlike the sixth former he had seen in the showers, James didn't have a thick bush and Danny realised that he must keep it trimmed. He also noticed how large James' scrotum was and that his testicles hung down, away from his body. He fondled them in turn, eliciting a moan from the young man, which encouraged him to continue.

Grasping the leaking cock in his left hand, he pulled the foreskin fully back and rubbed his right forefinger in the pre-cum. "What's this?" he asked; and James explained what it was and its purpose. Danny sniffed at his finger but could discern no odour, so he licked it clean. "Mmm . . . it's sweeter than cum," he declared; then he tried some more by licking James' glans, which produced an even louder moan.

Emboldened, Danny took the cockhead into his mouth and sucked, being careful of his teeth as he'd been told. He swirled his tongue around the glans as James had done to him and then decided to try and swallow as much as he could, despite the warning. As the cock hit the back of his throat he gagged; and had to pull off, coughing and spluttering, to regain his breath.

"I warned you," James said, grinning.

Danny scowled back and then returned to sucking, this time only taking the first couple of inches into his mouth and jacking the rest with his hand. James had been highly aroused from the moment they had arrived in the flat and wasn't going to last long with the cute pre-teen bobbing up and down on him. "I'm about to cum, baby," he warned. "You better pull off now." Danny ignored the warning, he was determined to take James' load; or at least take as much as he could. James came with a shout and started pumping thick ropes of spunk into Danny's mouth. The boy's Adam's apple bobbed as he did his best to swallow it all; but there was too much for the twelve year old first-timer and some leaked out and dribbled down his chin.

James sat up and pulled Danny into a hug; he smiled when he saw the spunk on the boy's chin and licked it off, before they kissed deeply; both enjoying the taste of James' cum. "Come on, let's have a shower. Your mum might be prepared to turn a blind eye to this but she won't be happy if you go home smelling of sex."

The shower was really designed for one person and probably wouldn't have taken two adults comfortably; but the pair of them fit snugly, especially since they didn't mind a bit of physical contact. James lathered Danny and washed him, taking particular care that his genitals were clean; which, of course, had the boy hard again. James knelt in front of him, reached round to caress his firm, round buttocks and once again swallowed the full length of his boy cock. Danny thrust back and forth, fucking James' mouth as the young man continued to massage his arse cheeks. When James ran a finger up and down the boy's crack and rubbed his little pucker; it tipped him over the edge and he had another massive dry cum. He almost passed out, collapsing into the arms of his mentor who held onto him until he had recovered enough to stand up by himself.

"Wow, I think it gets better every time," Danny said, breathlessly. "When you touched my hole it felt incredible."

"That was just a little taster of what you can expect next time," James replied.

They got out of the shower, grabbed a towel each and dried off before dressing and going back outside. "Thanks James, that was the most fun I've ever had," Danny said. "When can we do it again?"

"Well, I'm busy for the next couple of days but I'll be free on Thursday, if that's OK for you."

"Yeah, Thursday's fine," Danny responded; a little disappointed that it wasn't sooner. "I'll see you then, I can't wait." With that, he got on his bike and set off for home; unable to remove the huge grin from his face as he recalled what they'd done that afternoon.

 

To be continued.

 

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