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Danny's Discovery

Hugh Cox

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

"Hi Danny, did you have a good day?" Michelle asked her brother when he arrived home.

"Em . . . yeah, James was able to answer all my questions and give me some good advice; he's pretty cool," he replied. "Oh . . . I hope you don't . . ."

"It's OK Danny, I can talk about James. I just wish he'd told me that he was gay sooner, so that I didn't make such a fool of myself. It's not as if the two of you are lovers or anything." Michelle saw the look on her brother's face. "You're not, are you?"

"I'm only twelve, Michelle," Danny responded, avoiding the question. "Why would James be interested in me?"

"Sorry, that wasn't fair. Mum's going to be late home, what do you want for dinner?"

"How about your tuna and pasta bake, it's the best," Danny answered with a grin.

"Now I remember why you're my favourite brother."

"But I'm your only brother," Danny said with a puzzled look; not realising that his sister was just kidding him.

Michelle laughed and pulled the surprised boy in for a hug. "I love you, even if you are the most annoying person on the planet," she said. "I'm so proud of you, having the courage to `come out' at your age and if anyone gives you any hassle about it, just tell me and I'll sort them out."

"Thanks, I love you too," he said, hugging her back. "I'll try not to be such a pest in future."

 

* * *

 

After dinner Danny went round to visit his friend, Rob. "What happened? Did he stick it in you?" Rob asked as soon as they were alone in his bedroom.

"No, of course he didn't!" Danny exclaimed. "We only talked; he's just giving me advice." Danny didn't like lying to his best friend but Rob wasn't the most discreet of people. He would never break a confidence deliberately but was always likely to let something slip; and it was too dangerous for James, to risk anything getting out. "Have you jerked off yet?" he asked, changing the subject, Danny had explained masturbation to Rob the day before

"Oh yeah; twice last night and once this morning, it was amazing. Did he give you any more good gen?"

"Well, it's better if someone else does it to you and it's much, much better when someone uses their mouth to do it," Danny told him.

"Yuck, that sounds disgusting. There's no way I'm ever doing that," Rob replied.

"You're not gay, I wouldn't expect you to want to do it; but I bet you'd love it if a girl did it to you."

"Do you think Ellie Webster would to it?" Ellie was a stunning fifteen year old who lived nearby and was a friend of Michelle's. She was Rob's fantasy in much the same way as James was Danny's; the difference, of course, was that Danny's fantasy had come true whereas Rob's chances of scoring with Ellie were somewhere between zero and zilch!

"Ellie Webster! In your dreams!" Danny scoffed. "I bet she blows boys her own age though."

"Is that what it's called, `blowing'?" Rob asked.

"A `blow job' is one of the names for it," Danny explained. "I don't know why, you don't actually blow at all."

"What do you do, exactly?"

"Well, you lick and suck and . . . to be honest it would be easier to show you," Danny said. "That's if you don't mind a gay boy sucking your dick."

"OK, I suppose it'll be alright this once," Rob replied, "but I'm not doing it to you".

Rob dropped his shorts and underpants and sat on the edge of the bed, his cut boy cock already hard and standing up against his belly from thinking about Ellie. Danny knelt between his friend's knees and took his cock in his left hand. Although Rob was a few months younger than Danny, his cock was a little bit longer and thicker and there were a few hairs sprouting at the base. "Can you shoot yet?" Danny asked; when he spotted Rob's pubes.

"Yes, but not much," Rob replied.

"Cool," Danny responded, before engulfing the whole of Rob's cock with his mouth and bobbing up and down on it.

"Oh God; that's incredible," Rob gasped as Danny came up and worked the glans with his tongue.

"Told you," he said tersely, before going back to work.

Rob didn't last long; within a couple of minutes he felt the tingling sensation as his orgasm was about to start. "I'm cumming," he warned Danny, expecting him to pull off; but his friend just carried on until Rob suddenly arched his back, thrust himself into Danny's mouth and squirted a few drops of boy juice into his throat. Danny swallowed it all easily and then continued to lick and suck the cock until it became too sensitive and Rob asked him to stop.

"Wow, you were right; that is so much better than wanking" Rob said when he had recovered. "So you learned how to do that just from talking, huh?"

"Well . . . I . . ." Danny stuttered, his face turning bright red.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone," Rob cut him off. "Do you want me to jerk you off?"

"You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable," Danny told him.

"It's OK, I don't want to suck you but I'm cool with using my hand."

Danny stripped off quickly and lay on the bed with his legs spread. Rob knelt next to him, grasped his cock in his right hand and began to move it up and down, moving Danny's foreskin over his sensitive cockhead. Danny lasted a lot longer than Rob had; he had orgasmed twice that afternoon and, much as he liked Rob, he didn't excite Danny the way James did. After about fifteen minutes he felt the good feelings begin and his cock pulsed as his body tried to ejaculate the semen that it hadn't yet started to produce.

"Thanks, Rob; that was great," he told his friend with a grin. "I suppose this is one secret that you will be able to keep."

Rob laughed a little self-consciously, "Yeah, I don't want this becoming known at school, that's for sure. What about you, are you going to tell everyone that you're gay?"

"I'm not going to broadcast it the first day back; but I'm not ashamed of being gay. If anyone asks I'll tell them the truth; hopefully most people will be OK with it; and if they're not, tough shit!"

They talked for a while longer until Rob's mum called and told them that it was his bedtime and that Danny had to go home.

 

* * *

 

It rained on each of the next two days and Danny was stuck in the house reading and playing on his second hand PS2. James, he'd noticed, had a brand new PS4; and though he would love to have a more up to date games console, he realised that money was tight and his mum couldn't afford anything better. He kept his word to Michelle and the pair managed to avoid any arguments; even managing to play a few games together without falling out.

Danny was determined to take James' cock into his throat the next time he blew him and gave some serious thought as to how he could practise. Eventually he found a carrot in the kitchen that he reckoned was a bit longer than James and of similar girth. After scraping and washing it, he retired to his bedroom while Michelle was out and tried to swallow as much of it as he could. It was cold and hard and nothing like as enjoyable as the real thing; but he persevered and, despite gagging on numerous occasions and nearly throwing up a few times, he eventually managed to relax his muscles enough to slide the vegetable deep into his throat. He was really proud of his achievement, despite his throat hurting and couldn't wait until he had a chance to try out his new found skill on James. At dinner that night, however, his mum commented that he sounded a bit hoarse and insisted on taking his temperature in case he was coming down with a bug.

Each evening, when Rob returned from his grandparents' house, the boys spent a couple of hours together; although they didn't have any further sexual play. Rob would have been quite happy to let Danny suck him off again but didn't want to ask in case he seemed gay; while Danny liked older guys and simply wasn't attracted to someone as young as his best friend.

He and James exchanged text messages but they were strange, stilted affairs; neither able to say how they really felt over an electronic medium. `Hi how R U' and `Cant w8 to C U' were about as much as they could muster.

Each night when he went to bed Danny let his imagination run wild and fantasised about being sucked off by James; stroking his boy cock until he shuddered to a dry orgasm. He wondered why some people said that masturbation was sinful; it harmed no-one and, if nothing else, it ensured him of a good night's sleep.

 

* * *

 

For James, Thursday seemed to take forever to arrive. He desperately wanted to call Danny and have him come over before then; but he reckoned that if people were going to believe that their relationship was platonic and he was simply Danny's mentor, then they would have to limit their time together. Danny's mum might have indicated that she was happy for James to be intimate with her son; but he suspected that his own parents would be less open minded and if other people found out, then the shit really would hit the fan.

Eventually Thursday came round; the rain had stopped but it was overcast and cool, although the forecast was for sunshine in the afternoon. James borrowed his mother's car, a small hatchback and drove to Danny's home to collect him. The boy raced out of the house when he saw the car arrive and jumped into the passenger seat; a huge smile lighting up his features. They exchanged a brief hug; all that was possible in such a public place. "Hi baby," James said. "I've really missed you."

"I missed you too," Danny answered, "I think those were the longest few days of my life."

James laughed, "Yeah, I know how you feel. What do you think about a trip to the seaside?" he asked. "That's why I brought the car, I thought we might go down to Westhampton, I haven't been there since I was a kid."

"OK, that sounds good," Danny replied. "I've never been there before, but anywhere will be good as long as we're together."

They were in no rush so James stuck to the back roads; the forty mile trip took just over an hour and they arrived shortly after 11am. The small resort had seen better days; it had become popular in Victorian times and had prospered into the second half of the twentieth century. The arrival of cheap flights and package holidays to the Mediterranean and beyond had seen a decline in the fortunes of many British resorts and Westhampton was no different. Only two hotels remained on the promenade, the others having been turned into apartments for the town's large, retired population. A number of small `bed and breakfast' establishments still existed in the terraced streets away from the seafront, catering to the weekend break customers who frequented the town instead of the families who had come for their annual holidays in years past.

James found a car park in a central area, a couple of streets away from the promenade where he could park all day for £5. They walked the short distance to the front, arriving just as the sun finally broke through the cloud; transforming the town's tired, grey appearance and giving it an altogether brighter, more cheerful outlook. They wandered up and down the seafront, James pointing out places that he remembered from his childhood, until Danny announced that he was hungry and they decided to have lunch in a pub.

James had a beer with his meal, after showing the barman his driving licence. "That's an advantage of coming back home," he told Danny. "You've got to be twenty one to get a beer in America; we're much more civilized over here."

"Where do you prefer to live?" Danny asked.

"It's impossible to choose," James responded. "Some things are better over here and some over there. I think if I had the choice I'd live part of the year in each place; I'd definitely avoid the winter here though!"

After lunch the cloud cleared, the sun shone brightly and the temperature soared into the high seventies. They did all the usual tourist things; visited the pier, spent an hour in an amusement arcade and ate ice creams from the little kiosk on the promenade that professed to be Italian, although the man who served them seemed to be as English as they were.

There were posters everywhere advertising a travelling funfair that would be in Westhampton from Thursday to Saturday. Danny pleaded to be allowed to go, so James texted Sandra to ask permission, as it would mean they would be late home.

A day at a British seaside resort wouldn't be complete without fish and chips, eaten by hand from the paper wrapper. As they sat enjoying their meal, James' phone rang and a text came through. He pulled it out and smiled to himself as he saw the answer from Sandra.

"Good news?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, that was your mum; she's happy for us to go to the funfair

"There's more than that though, isn't there?" Danny asked, seeing the look on James' face.

"Yes, I suggested that, as we'll be late back, you spend the night at my place; and she agreed to that too."

"Yeesss!" Danny exclaimed, throwing his arms round James' neck. It was only strong willpower, unusual for him, that prevented him from kissing the young man in front of everyone on the promenade.

 

* * *

 

It wasn't the biggest or best funfair in the world but Danny had never been to one before and he found it fascinating. They went on nearly every ride before sitting down on a bench to enjoy an overpriced candyfloss. The only attraction they hadn't been on was the `Tunnel of Love'; they thought that would draw unwanted attention to themselves; but then James noticed that a young man had taken over the running of that particular ride and he set off a large `ping' on James' `gaydar'.

"Come on," he said, pulling Danny up by the hand and leading him over to the ride. The boy, who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, checked James out blatantly when he paid and raised an eyebrow when he saw Danny. James gave him a wink as they sat down in the car.

"Have fun, you two," the lad said, with a smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"No danger of that," James replied, as they moved off into the ride.

Afterwards, neither of them could say what was in the `Tunnel of Love'; they spent the entire two minutes with their eyes closed, their lips pressed together and their tongues battling for supremacy. They just about managed to pull themselves apart when they emerged at the other end; and James drew Danny away quickly, when he spotted a few strange looks directed at them.

"Ready to go home?" he asked. Danny's huge yawn answered the question more eloquently than words could.

They took the main road home, arriving at the Edwards' house about forty five minutes after they left Westhampton. James popped into the main house to return his mother's car keys and inform his parents that Danny would be staying overnight.

 

* * *

 

"Thanks for a fantastic day," Danny said, when James came upstairs and they had snuggled up on the couch. "I wish we could spend every day together."

"So do I, baby," James responded, "but people would get suspicious and then we might not be able to see each other at all."

"You'll be working in the pub all weekend and I won't see you until Monday; that seems like forever."

"We'll be apart for much longer when I go to university. That's only six weeks from now and you'll be back at school before then."

Danny looked surprised; he'd forgotten that James would be leaving in the autumn. "Won't you be home at the weekends?" he asked.

"Not every weekend," James replied, "About once a month, I guess. We'll just have to make those times count."

Danny smiled uncertainly, "Yeah, I suppose so," he said. He had a sudden fear that James would meet someone else when he went to university. Perhaps this was just a summer fling for him; a bit of fun until he found someone better.

"What's wrong?" James asked, noticing the concerned look on the boy's face.

"Will you still want to see me after you go away?" he asked quietly.

"Of course I will!" James exclaimed. "You're very special to me and that won't change just because we're apart for a few weeks. We can still keep in touch by phone and email." He pulled Danny close for a hug and then kissed him tenderly; a loving kiss rather than a sensual one. When he pulled back he was relieved to see that the boy's usual smile had returned.

"So, what are you going to teach me tonight?" Danny asked. "You rubbed my bum the other day and it felt really good, are you going to fuck me?"

"No baby, you're not ready for that yet," James replied. "There are still a few things we can enjoy before we get to that stage. I told you that I'm going to take things slowly and that I want you to tell me to stop if you're not comfortable with anything that I'm doing."

"I know you did, I just don't know what else you can do with my arse."

"I think you're going to be very pleasantly surprised. Come on; let's go through to the bedroom and I'll show you."

They went through and James sat on the edge of the bed with Danny standing in front of him. He placed his hands on the boy's hips and drew him closer, looking up into his eyes and then kissing him; this time using his tongue in what was very much a sensual kiss. At the same time he allowed his hands to move to Danny's buttocks and massaged his globes through the fabric of his shorts before running them up the boy's back lifting his T-shirt as they went. They broke the kiss just long enough for James to remove the garment and then continued with their tongue wrestling.

James lay back on the bed, pulling Danny down on top of him; he ran his hands up and down the boy's back, eliciting moans of pleasure from his young lover. He then rolled Danny onto his back and began to kiss and lick his way down the lad's smooth, pale torso; pausing to give each nipple a good working over. The moans from Danny just got louder as James moved lower, finally unfastening and lowering the boy's shorts to expose his tented briefs. "Oh God; oh yes; that's amazing," Danny managed to utter as James sucked his boy cock through his underpants.

Sucking a boy's cock through a pair of tight, white briefs is good but sucking it directly is infinitely better; so James wasted no time in removing the offending article of clothing and taking the hard, three and a half inches into his mouth. Danny's moans turned to squeals as his boyhood was expertly manipulated by James' talented mouth; James himself was thankful that he had a separate flat and that the sounds of the boy's pleasure wouldn't be audible to his parents in the main house.

Just as Danny thought that his orgasm was inevitable James stopped sucking his cock and switched his attention to the boy's scrotum; sucking both the little balls into his mouth and rolling them around with his tongue. Then to the boy's surprise he stopped and told Danny to turn onto his stomach. "Aren't you going to make me cum?" he whined plaintively, looking back over his shoulder with a forlorn expression.

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it more if I take my time," James responded, placing a pillow under Danny's hips. "Spread your legs for me baby; that's it," he said, gazing at the sight of the boy's two, perfectly round mounds. He stood up and stripped off; freeing his seven inch hard-on which had become uncomfortable while constrained by his clothes. Kneeling back on the bed, he took a buttock in each hand and spread them apart exposing Danny's perfect, pink pucker for his delectation. He took in the beautiful vision before lowering his head and breathing deeply; inhaling the intoxicating, musky aroma of sexually aroused boy.

Danny's scrotum, tight against his body, was James' first port of call; repeating his previous oral stimulation. He then moved onwards, licking the boy's perineum, before running his tongue up the crack of his arse and across his hole; causing the lad to jerk and moan with surprise at the pleasure this action produced. James started to attack Danny's pucker vigorously, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings and generating intense sensations that the boy had never even dreamed could be obtained from that part of his anatomy. Placing his mouth over Danny's anus, James sucked, licked and prodded with his tongue until the boy relaxed enough to allow the persistent organ entry to his most intimate place.

Until that moment, Danny had only thought of his anus as the source of excrement; now it had become a source of excitement. He knew that gay guys had anal sex but had assumed that it was only the top who actually enjoyed the experience; now he was rapidly re-evaluating that opinion. James only managed to get the tip of his tongue into his young partner but that was enough to get Danny squirming with pleasure; his cocklet rubbing on the pillow below him doubling the enjoyment.

For the second time Danny felt his orgasm build but again James stopped before the magical moment. He grinned as he saw the boy's lips pout with frustration; then he reached over to the bedside cabinet, opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He lubed his right forefinger, placed it against Danny's moist rosebud and gently but firmly pushed it in to the first knuckle.

Danny gasped as a sharp pain shot through his anus and his muscles clamped down on the invading digit. The pain only lasted a couple of seconds, then he relaxed again and James pushed his finger in the rest of the way. "Are you OK?" he asked with obvious concern.

"Yeah, it hurt when you first put it in but it feels quite nice now," Danny answered.

James responded by moving his lubed finger in and out, twisting it at the same time, causing Danny to moan with pleasure again. The boy's little cock, which had wilted when he was penetrated, returned to full harness and he ground it into the pillow in a determined effort to cum. James had other ideas, however, and for the third time he frustrated the boy, pulling his finger out and telling Danny to turn over onto his back and raise his legs to his chest. When he had complied, James added more lube to his finger and re-inserted it into the boy, bending it upwards towards his belly, feeling around on the wall of his rectum until he located the small, hard nub. As he rubbed Danny's prostate, the boy felt a jolt like an electric shock go through his abdomen, his eyes opened wide in surprise and a loud gasp escaped his lips.

"Oh . . . oh . . . ooohhh . . . mmmy . . . gooodd," he babbled, incoherently as James bent over, took his cocklet into his mouth and began to suck it vigorously.

Danny had been on the edge for some time and the combination of penile and prostate stimulation was too much for the boy and he exploded into his biggest and best orgasm to date. He grabbed James' head and thrust his hips upwards as he came, feeling this time that something different had happened; he had the vague notion that he had actually passed some liquid this time.

James raised his head and removed his finger as Danny came down from his high and then leaned over and kissed the boy. Danny noticed an odd taste and pulled away to ask James what it was.

"That's the taste of your cum. You came for real this time baby; I'm so pleased that I got your first load in my mouth and I could share it with you," James told him excitedly, before rolling onto his back, pulling Danny on top and kissing him again.

"Your turn now," Danny said, breaking the kiss. He then repeated on James what had been done to him earlier, working his way down the young man's torso until he could claim his prize. He grasped the throbbing erection in his right hand, pulled the foreskin fully back exposing the engorged glans and licked the pre-cum that was flowing freely from the slit. James groaned with pleasure and then groaned some more as Danny licked his shaft and sucked on his balls. Next the boy took the cock into his mouth, gradually taking in more and more until the cockhead hit the back of his throat. James thought that would be as much as Danny could manage and expected him to start bobbing up and down as he had previously. To his astonishment, however, the boy took a deep breath, relaxed like an expert and continued down until his nose was pressed against James' bush and the entire seven inches were lodged in his throat.

Danny was delighted that his practise had paid off and he had succeeded in taking all of James' cock. Saliva was building up in his throat, however, so he naturally swallowed; the constriction was enough to tip James over the edge and he started to unload into the boy's gullet. Danny took the first two volleys before pulling off and taking the rest into his mouth, swallowing rapidly to avoid spilling any of the precious man juice. When James had finished shooting, Danny milked the remaining cum from his cock; keeping it in his mouth before moving up to kiss his lover and share the spoils, returning the favour that he owed from before.

"Wow! That was amazing!" James exclaimed. "When did you learn how to do that?"

Danny told him about the carrot and James laughed. "I did the same thing when I was about your age. Horrible, isn't it?"

"Yeah, the real thing is so much nicer," Danny replied. Then he told James about playing with Rob. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked.

"No, if you want to muck about with other boys that's fine," James responded. "I wouldn't like it if you had sex with another man though," he added.

"I won't, you're the only man I want," Danny replied, kissing James again.

They continued to kiss and caress each other for several minutes until James happened to glance at the clock on the bedside cabinet. "Shit, it's nearly 2am! Come on, let's get cleaned up and go to sleep."

James went to the bathroom to clean up first and Danny followed him. When the boy came out he saw James pull a sleeping bag and a pillow from one of the cupboards, walk through to the lounge and place it on the couch.

"Is that for me?" he asked. "Aren't we going to sleep together?"

"Don't worry, I'm just thinking ahead," James responded. "If I know my mother, she'll be knocking on that door first thing in the morning with tea or something. When she does, you can jump into the sleeping bag and she'll be none the wiser."

They picked up Danny's clothes and placed them neatly on a chair next to the couch and retired to bed. They spooned together; James' arm around Danny, holding the boy's back against his chest; and in that position they drifted off to sleep.

 

* * *

 

Just as James had predicted they were awoken at 8am by Helen Edwards knocking loudly on the interconnecting door. Danny scooted through to the lounge and got into the sleeping bag, while James donned his bathrobe and went to unlock the door and allow his mother in. She was carrying a large tray with a pot of tea, two mugs, milk, sugar and biscuits; which she laid on the breakfast bar between the lounge and the kitchen.

Danny stuck his head out of the sleeping bag, looking exactly like someone who had just woken up, with a bad case of bed-head. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms and yawned loudly before smiling at Mrs Edwards and saying "Good morning." Then he looked and James and said, "Hi James, thanks for a great day yesterday."

Helen returned Danny's smile and then said to James, "I know you can make your own tea, but I thought it would be nice to have it made for you for once, seeing as you've got a guest."

"Thanks Mum," he replied, kissing her on the cheek. She ruffled Danny's already messed up hair and left, not seeing the boy rolling his eyes and almost causing James to burst out laughing.

"And the Oscar for best actor goes to . . ." James said kissing Danny in an entirely different manner from how he had kissed his mother. "For a horrible moment I thought you were going to mess it up but you were brilliant."

"Of course I was," Danny responded haughtily. "I do drama at school and I happen to be a damn fine actor." This time James did laugh and Danny joined in. "Seriously though, I am pretty good and I'm thinking about doing it professionally when I'm older."

"Really? Wow, that would be so cool," James answered. "When you're famous you can introduce me to all the hot Hollywood actors."

Danny responded by throwing his pillow at him. "You're going to do business stuff at university," he said. "We could live together and you could be my manager."

"Yeah, that sounds great," James responded, forcing a smile. He realised that he was a boy lover and that eventually Danny would become too old for him; but obviously the boy hadn't thought that far ahead. He hoped that when they did split it would be amicable and that they would remain friends; but if he broke Danny's heart would the boy want to remain friends with him?

 

To be continued.

 

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