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Danny's Discovery

Hugh Cox

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Danny stared at the contents of the box in disbelief; surely his mother couldn't have bought this for him? Yet that was the only possible explanation and it capped a truly weird week.

It had started with the first argument that he and James had experienced in their nascent relationship. It hadn't been a major falling out, more a disagreement about timing. Danny had thoroughly enjoyed having a finger in his rectum and having his prostate rubbed; and had pleaded with James to fuck him. James had refused, insisting that Danny wasn't yet ready to take an adult cock and that he needed to be gradually stretched if he was to enjoy the experience and not be hurt. "This is real life," he had tried to explain. "It's not some crappy, erotic story where the young boy has a brief burst of pain and then loves every second of it. I want to make love to you just as much as you want me to; but if you're not properly prepared I could seriously hurt you. Your mum said that she trusted me to use my best judgement; that wasn't just a green light for us to have sex, it was also a warning not to go too fast, too soon."

Danny had sulked at that but was in no position to force James to speed up the process. They had subsequently moved on to two fingers and Danny had thoroughly enjoyed it; even if he had to admit that the second finger had hurt the first time that James had pushed into him. Reluctantly he accepted that he wouldn't have James' cock in his arse anytime soon.

Determined to find a way to stretch his hole further, even on the days when he didn't see James, Danny had paid a second visit to his mum's vegetable rack. He had used a carrot to train his throat to take a cock, so why not use the same implement on his arse? Unfortunately he picked a day when his mum had returned home early from work and she had disturbed him as he was deciding between two likely specimens. Had he behaved nonchalantly on being discovered he might have aroused no suspicions; but his guilty conscience kicked-in and he spun around with the offending articles clutched in his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing, Danny?" his mother had asked.

"N . . . nothing," he had stammered guiltily in reply.

"So what are you hiding behind your back then?" she had probed further.

Too late, Danny tried to act innocently; he showed his mum what he was holding and said, "Just carrots." However, the blood that rushed to his face, burning his cheeks, made it obvious that cooking wasn't foremost in the boy's mind.

Sandra couldn't help but laugh, which didn't exactly make him feel any better. "Oh Danny," she said, "you really don't want to be using those; there are better things, believe me!" Realising that she had probably said more than she should, it was Sandra's turn to blush. Danny returned to vegetables to their proper place and the two of them had gone into the living room for an embarrassing chat; after all how does a twelve year old boy discuss anal sex with his mother? The upshot was that Danny promised not to use his mum's vegetables for anything other than food and Sandra said that she'd `sort something out'; although Danny wasn't entirely sure what that meant.

 

* * *

 

Now, five days later, Danny had walked into his bedroom and found an Amazon cardboard box on his bed, which was addressed to Sandra Thomas but had `Danny' written on it in large, black letters. When he had opened it he had been shocked to find two items inside; a prostate massager and a bottle of lubricant.

Danny lifted the implement out of the box and studied it carefully. It was about eight inches long in total; the first two inches were fairly broad and contained the batteries and an on/off switch. Four inches of slightly slimmer shaft were topped off by a two inch, bulbous head that stuck out at a 30º angle. The boy pressed the button to on and the tool vibrated loudly; or at least it seemed loud to Danny. Obviously his mother had ensured that the batteries were installed before she had given him his gift.

Danny had the house to himself; his mum was at work, Michelle had gone out with a friend and had said that she would be gone all afternoon, Rob was at his grandparents' and it wasn't one of his days with James. He stripped off, lay back on his bed and inserted a lubed finger into his hole. His own finger felt good but nowhere near as good as it did when James fingered him, especially when he used more than one digit. In addition Danny had shorter fingers and, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to reach his prostate. Once he was sufficiently lubricated, he withdrew his finger, lubed the prostate massager and pressed it against his hole. The head of the tool was bigger than anything that had entered the boy's anus before and he struggled to get it in. After several minutes of frustration, he stopped trying to force it and remembered what James had told him; he relaxed as much as he could and pushed out as though he was taking a shit. Suddenly the bulbous head popped through his sphincter which clamped down onto the shaft; he felt a burning pain and stopped, hoping that it would soon stop. The shaft might have been the slimmest part of the toy but it was still fatter than two of James' fingers and Danny's hole was stretched further than ever before. Eventually the pain eased to a dull throb and after about ten minutes the boy felt able to proceed.

He pushed the dildo further into his chute, the pain returning as he did so; although he was rewarded with a burst of pleasure as the head brushed over his magic spot on its way past. Finally the broad base butted up against his anus and he stopped a second time to accustom his rectum to the invader. Once he felt comfortable again he started to move the tool in and out, simulating a fucking motion and enjoying the feelings it produced. After a few minutes of that he stopped, with the dildo about half way in and the head pressed against his prostate; then he switched it on. He felt a burst of electricity pulse through his body as the massager did `exactly what it says on the tin'. His cock, which had been flaccid while he had been pushing and prodding, sprung to its full three and a half inches; holding the prostate massager in his left hand, he stroked his erection with his right and within a couple of minutes he came violently and squirted a few of shots of watery boy cum onto his stomach. He switched the device off and eased it out of his arse with an audible pop; that had been the best orgasm he'd had while masturbating but now he wanted James' cock inside him more than ever.

The next time that Danny and James got together, Danny took his new toy along and they had hours of fun with the boy's anus being stimulated by James' tongue and finger; before the prostate massager was used to give Danny his most intense orgasm yet.

The end of the summer holidays was fast approaching and Danny finally got the news he was desperate to hear, James promised that they would make love before the boy had to go back to school. They tentatively agreed that the Thursday prior to the end of the holidays would be `The Day' and Danny was so excited at the prospect that he found it difficult to sleep the night before.

After his poor night's sleep, Danny awoke on `The Day' with an odd impression that something was wrong. Within ten minutes his worst feelings were confirmed when he received a text message from James. Helen Edwards' mother had suffered a stroke and, as Nick couldn't get time off work, James was driving his mum the two hundred miles north to visit his grandmother; he had no idea when he would be back.

 

* * *

 

James' grandmother was not in a good condition and remained in hospital over the weekend and into the following week. Helen and James stayed at her house and visited the hospital every day; Danny exchanged texts and emails with James and they spoke on the phone each evening. It frustrated the boy and at one point he wished that the old lady would just die and be done with it. Then he felt guilty for thinking that; he knew that James loved his grandmother and that he was just being a jealous brat. He also realised that he would have to get used to being apart from James; when the young man went to university this was exactly how their relationship would work. On the following Monday Danny returned to school and found that having lessons to think about took his mind off James, for part of the day at least and made things a bit more bearable.

On Wednesday afternoon, as he and Rob walked home from school, his friend apologised and admitted that he had let slip to one of the girls that Danny was gay. Danny laughed, "That's OK, I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it quiet for long. It doesn't matter, I'm not ashamed of being gay and everyone was going to find out eventually."

The next day the news spread around the school like wildfire and Danny started to receive a few comments from other students; some were positive and some less so but he was relieved that he was now well and truly out and could just be himself. That afternoon, however, he began to think that perhaps the road ahead might prove to be somewhat rocky. A boy a year ahead of Danny approached him at afternoon break, called him "a little fucking queer" and promised that he would make Danny wish he had never been born. Simon Whittaker was an obnoxious bully who, along with a small group of followers, enjoyed picking on those that he considered to be weaker than him. Until now Danny had managed to avoid the idiot; but now that he had come to the bully's attention a showdown was inevitable.

That showdown was to come sooner than Danny had imagined. By Friday lunchtime the word had gone round the school that Simon was going to `beat the living shit out of the fucking gay boy' that afternoon. A worried Rob asked Danny what he was going to do and suggested that they walk home with Michelle. Unfortunately the school was split across two sites, the upper and lower and Michelle attended the upper school, which was half a mile away. Danny was also reluctant to involve his sister, "It would just play to all the negative stereotypes," he explained, "the gay boy being protected by a girl."

"You've got to do something," Rob insisted. "Tell a teacher maybe."

"That would only delay things and it wouldn't exactly help my image either," Danny replied.

"So what are you going to do?" Rob asked.

Danny shrugged, "Get the shit beaten out of me, I suppose," he said with an attempted smile. "I won't go down without a fight, though," he added grimly.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the school week, Danny and Rob walked out through the gate and took their normal route home. It seemed that everyone else had decided to go that way as well, the prospect of a fight always drew a crowd. About a hundred yards past the school there was an area of waste ground and waiting for them were Simon and four of his fellow thugs. Rob had planned to stand with Danny; but Simon wasn't about to let that happen and two of his followers grabbed him and pulled him to one side.

If Danny was under any illusions that this was going to be a fair fight, he was soon disabused of that notion. No sooner had they stepped onto the waste ground the other two of Simon's mates grabbed Danny, taking an arm each. Simon stepped up close and hissed, "We don't want your sort at this school or in this town. This is just the start, if you don't fuck off somewhere else you'll get this every day." With that he drove his fist into Danny's stomach, forcing the air from his lungs and doubling him over in pain. The two boys that were holding him let go and he fell to the ground. The survival instinct took over and curled into a ball as he felt the blows start to rain down.

 

* * *

 

Helen and James had received two pieces of good news that morning; Helen's mum had improved enough to be allowed home, although it would still be some time before she made a full recovery. In addition Nick had been able to take the following week off work and would be driving up that evening. Apart from wanting to see Danny, James had his part time job at the pub to consider; he also had preparations to make for his departure to university. After they visited his grandmother that morning Helen insisted that James drive home straight after lunch. "There's no point in waiting until your dad arrives," she told him. "You might as well get away before the Friday afternoon traffic gets too bad."

They had an early lunch and James left by 12:30; as the journey was nearly all motorway, he expected it to take about three hours. As he approached his home town he thought that he might be in time to pick Danny up from school, which finished at half past three. Once he was in the town the traffic was heavier and he realised that he wouldn't make it in time; so instead of heading directly for the school, he circled round and approached it from the opposite direction from the one that he knew Danny would be walking home. He passed surprisingly few kids on the way and didn't see Danny; he was almost at the school when he spotted a large throng on an area of waste ground and he pulled over. There were three boys who seemed to be separate from the crowd and two of them seemed to be restraining the third. James thought that he recognised the boy in the middle but couldn't place him; then he suddenly realised that it was Danny's friend, Rob. He had only met the boy once but he was sure that he was correct in his identification; but why was he being held apart from the others and where was Danny?

James switched off the engine, climbed out of the car and walked over to the three boys. As he neared them he knew that it was definitely Danny's friend and he said, "Hi Rob, where's Danny?"

Rob had been looking in the other direction and hadn't seen his approach; on hearing the voice his head jerked round and he blurted out, "He's over there, they're going to kill him," and then emotion took over and he burst into tears. The two boys holding Rob, seeing an older and bigger guy who was obviously a friend of their victim, decided that discretion was the better part of valour, released him and ran off. James turned in the direction of the crowd and ran over, pushing his way through until he came on a scene that horrified him. Danny was lying on the ground, curled in the foetal position and three older boys were kicking his defenceless body.

James let out a roar and grabbed the nearest assailant, who just happened to be Simon, and pulled him away from Danny. The other two, seeing their leader being manhandled by an adult, followed the example of their mates and turned and ran. James grasped Simon by the front of his shirt, pushed his face up to the boy's and shouted, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"He's a fucking queer," Simon responded. "He's getting what he deserves!"

A wave of anger and revulsion washed over James and, without thinking, he drove his fist into Simon's belly; much as Simon had done to Danny a few moments earlier. The grip that James had on his shirt prevented him from falling and James yelled, "You little piece of shit; I'm gay too, why don't you try it with me? Or do you only pick on smaller kids?" James was about to strike him again when he felt his arm being grabbed; he looked round and saw Rob who said, "Don't James, you'll only get in trouble, let's help Danny." James' anger dissipated and he realised that Rob was right; pushing the bully away he turned to Danny and knelt down beside his young lover. Simon fell to the ground before scrambling back to his feet and stumbling off after the rest of his gang. The onlookers, disappointed by the fight ending in such an anti-climax, drifted away as well.

Fortunately James had arrived in time to prevent Danny from taking too much punishment; by curling up the boy had protected his more vulnerable parts and apart from a few bruises he was alright. Danny sat up and smiled when he saw James, who pulled the boy into a hug, "Thank god you're OK," he said. "I was worried that they'd hurt you badly."

"I'm fine," Danny replied. "My hero arrived just in time to rescue me."

James drove Rob home and then took Danny back to his house. He sent a text message to Michelle to let her know that Danny was with him and not to expect him at home; and another to Sandra with the same message but also asking if the boy could stay the night. Michelle phoned back almost immediately, saying that she had heard about the fight and asking how her brother was. James passed her on to Danny who assured her that he was fine and gave her a brief account of what had happened. Shortly after, Sandra sent an affirmative reply to James' request and the pair settled down to spend the evening and night together.

 

* * *

 

"Finally, we can make love," Danny said, as he sat on James lap with his arms around the young man's neck. They were sitting together on the couch in the lounge area of James' flat.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," James replied, his own hands gently rubbing the boy's buttocks through his clothing. "Your first time should be special and I wouldn't want the memory to be spoiled by what happened today. Perhaps we should wait until tomorrow."

"Not a chance!" Danny responded vehemently. "You've put this off long enough. Anyway, today is perfect; my knight in shining armour rescues me from the evil villain, carries me off to his castle on his white charger and then makes passionate love to me."

James laughed, "This is not exactly a castle and there's no way my mum's car could be mistaken for a `white charger'; but I can see why you want to be an actor. However, you don't seem too upset by what happened so I guess we can make the last bit of your fantasy come true after all."

"Yes!" Danny exclaimed, before planting a kiss on James' lips; the other responding in kind and pushing his tongue into the boy's welcoming mouth. Moving his hands upwards, James raised the white polo shirt that was part of the school's casual uniform; they broke their kiss briefly as the garment passed over Danny's head and the boy raised his arms to allow it to be removed completely as their lips joined again. James withdrew his tongue and moved his lips across the boy's jaw and nibbled on his left earlobe; before working his way down, planting small kisses on his neck and chest until he reached the left nipple which he licked and then sucked into mouth eliciting a moan from Danny. All this time James was gently caressing the boy's back; but now he moved his left hand round to tweak Danny's right nipple while his mouth reversed its course and kissed its way up the boys chest, along his neck and nibbled at his right ear.

Danny pushed James off and sat up. "My turn now," he said, as he started to tug at James' T-shirt. He had become much more assertive over the weeks that they had been together; and, although it was obvious that James would be the top in their relationship, Danny knew what he wanted and he had no intention of being totally passive. James was happy to let him have his way occasionally; it was important that they were two equal partners, despite the age difference; and Danny's growing confidence and assertiveness was, he felt, confirmation that his mentoring of the boy was having a positive influence.

Once he had bared James' torso, Danny started to use his mouth much as his lover had done to him. Instead of nibbling his earlobes he stuck his tongue into James' left ear and laved it, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath; experience had taught Danny that James liked that. Moving down, kissing as he went, Danny stopped and gave special attention to the hollow at the base of James' neck. That was for his own benefit, for some reason he found that rather unremarkable part of his lover's body to be extremely erotic. Continuing further down, Danny tweaked James' left nipple with his fingers while simultaneously nipping his right nipple with his teeth; that was something they had found that they both loved, right from the start of their relationship. Eventually Danny returned his mouth to James' lips and, after another passionate kiss, said, "Take me to bed, please."

Now it was time for James to take control; he picked up Danny easily and carried him through to the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed on his back. He grabbed the boy's right leg and pulled off his sock, he had removed his shoes on arrival, and started to kiss and lick his foot before sucking his toes one after the other. Danny squirmed and giggled, finding this to be both ticklish and a turn-on. James then repeated the action on the boy's other foot before kneeling between his legs and orally assaulting his nipples again. Moving south, he pushed his tongue into Danny's navel while he undid his belt and pulled down the zip of his trousers. Standing up at the foot of the bed James grabbed the legs of the boy's trousers and removed them with a single motion. Danny lay, spread-eagled on the bed; wearing only his white briefs, which were tented at the front by three and a half inches of hard boy-cock.

James quickly divested himself of his own remaining clothes and knelt down in front of the boy. With a hand caressing the outside of each leg he ran his tongue up the inside of first one thigh and then the other. Hooking a thumb under each leg of Danny's briefs, James pulled them slowly down, the boy lifting his arse up to make it easier for him; as the waistband pulled clear of his hard cock it sprang up to slap against his belly and he let out a soft moan in anticipation of what was about to come.

James licked up the length of Danny's shaft before taking his glans into his mouth and sucking it. He then swallowed his cock, working the underside with his tongue and getting the boy rapidly to the edge. Sensing the he was getting close, James pulled off and moved to attack Danny's scrotum instead, sucking first one, then the other and finally both of his little balls. Just as Danny was enjoying that, James switched tack again, pulling the boy to the edge of the bed, grasping him under each knee and bending his legs back towards his shoulders, exposing his anus. Danny grabbed his legs to hold them in place and allow James to concentrate on more important matters.

He licked across the boy's perineum and then, spreading his buttocks a bit more, started to tongue his little pucker. Danny moaned with pleasure as the sensitive nerve endings sent their messages flying to his brain. James then began to prod at the boy's anus with his oral organ, an anus that was now used to accepting intruders and opened quickly to welcome this one. He rimmed Danny for several minutes before withdrawing his tongue and replacing it with a wet finger, which he pushed in and out before curling it up to rub the boy's prostate. That was as much as he was prepared to do with just saliva, so he pulled out his probing digit and went over to the bedside cabinet for a bottle of lube and a condom.

Danny raised an eyebrow when he saw the rubber, they hadn't used one before and he wondered why they needed it now. "I know you're healthy and I'm pretty sure that I am too," James answered the unasked question. "You never take chances though; I'll get myself tested and then we can dispense with these."

James rubbed some lubricant around the boy's rosebud and then re-inserted his now lubed finger; swiftly following it with a second. A third digit soon followed and Danny groaned as he felt a brief burst of pain. "Are you OK baby?" James asked, stopping the movement of his probing fingers.

"I'm fine, keep going," the boy moaned in response; any pain he felt was more than wiped out by the feelings of pleasure that coursed through his body.

After a couple of minutes James decided he had prepared Danny as much as he could and withdrew his fingers, stood up and started to unwrap the condom. While he had been preparing the boy his cock had subsided to a semi, so Danny sat up and sucked on it, returning it quickly to its fully erect glory. "Thanks baby," he said with a smile. "OK, middle of the bed, on your hands and knees."

Danny complied with alacrity while James pulled on the condom and lubed himself up. He climbed on to the bed and knelt behind the boy, rubbing his cock up and down the crack of his arse before pressing the head against his pucker. He could feel the tension in Danny's body and rubbed his back and told him to, "relax and push out." The boy did as he was asked and James' cockhead pushed through his sphincter.

A sharp pain brought a loud groan from Danny and James said, "I'll stop if it's hurting you."

"NO!" Danny almost shouted in reply. "Don't you dare stop! Just wait a few moments and I'll be fine."

James held his position for over five minutes, rubbing the boy's back and sides gently and whispering encouragement as he did so. Eventually Danny turned his head, smiled and said, "OK, go for it."

James didn't just `go for it', he wasn't that stupid. Instead he began to rock back and forth gently, gradually working his cock up the boy's chute. Danny felt like his arse was on fire but he just gritted his teeth and tried not to sob; he wanted this desperately and was more worried that James would stop out of concern for his welfare than he was about any pain that he might feel. After what seemed like hours but was only a couple of minutes, Danny felt his lover's body press against his buttocks and he knew that James was in all the way.

They stopped almost ten minutes this time; James repeating the caress and encouragement process. Finally Danny gave James the go ahead, "Fuck me now," was all he said; but the grin he gave James satisfied him that the boy was indeed ready for it.

James pulled almost completely out and then pushed all the way back in with one smooth motion. There was enough pain for Danny to let out a loud "Ah", but it was dull throbbing pain that actually felt quite good, rather than the burning pain of earlier. James now started to move in and out with long, slow strokes and the noises that emanated from the boy were now clearly those of pleasure. "Faster," was the one word command and James complied; pistoning in and out and changing his angle to try to give Danny as much pleasure as he could. "Oh God, yes; that's amazing; keep going; don't stop," the words poured from Danny's ecstatic mouth, punctuated by the slap, slap of skin against skin. James felt that he was getting close and, to the boy's consternation, he pulled out. "NO, don't stop!" he yelled.

"It's OK," James replied, "I just want to change position. Turn onto your back."

Danny did as he was asked and James held his legs up, pushed back in and started to pound away again. In this position James could see the boy's face and could better judge the effect he was having on him. He continually adjusted his angle of attack until he saw Danny's eyes open wide and a louder than usual moan escaped his lips; "bingo" he thought and continued like that, nailing the boy's magic spot with every thrust. Danny's penis had been limp from the moment of the initial penetration; now it sprang back to life and James lowered the boys left leg, laying it across his own right thigh and took his hard-on in his right hand. He didn't wank Danny; he simply held him loosely and allowed his cock to slide through the residual lube on his hand with each thrust.

James knew he wouldn't last much longer and from the glazed expression on Danny's face it looked like he was likely to cum soon as well. He increased the speed of his thrusts and gripped the boy's cock a little tighter; they were both moaning now, their breaths becoming shorter as their orgasms approached. It was Danny who came first, his cock stiffening in James' hand and four or five squirts of thin boy cum shooting out and landing on his chin, chest and stomach. He let out a yell as he had an orgasm like nothing he had experienced before, so intense that he briefly passed out. As he came his sphincter clamped down on James' cock and that tipped him over the edge too; his balls pulling up tight against his body and then emptying their contents into the condom as he gave one final thrust into Danny's by now limp body. It was almost as overwhelming an orgasm for James as it had been for Danny and he slumped forward onto the boy; just having enough of his wits about him to support his weight on his arms as he did so.

Danny came to a few moments later to find James nuzzling his neck and he wrapped his arms around the young man and said, "Thanks James. That was incredible, I love you."

"You were pretty amazing as well, baby," James replied, kissing the boy gently on the lips. "I love you too."

James' cock softened and, to Danny's disappointment, slipped out of the boy's hole, leaving him feeling empty. "Turn over," James told him, lifting himself up and removing the condom. "I want to check you back there, to make sure you're OK." Danny complied and James spread his cheeks and inspected the damage. The boy's anus was red and swollen but there was no sign of any blood and he was sure that there was no serious damage and that Danny would be ready to go again in a couple of days. "You're fine," he said, giving the boy a swipe on his buttocks which elicited an indignant yelp.

They got under a single sheet and spooned up together, James with his right arm holding the boy to his chest and his face nuzzled into the hollow of Danny's neck and shoulder. Although it was only 5:30, their sexual high was replaced by drowsiness and they both drifted off to sleep.

 

To be continued.

 

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