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CHAPTER FIVE
James and Danny slept for about an hour, waking when their post-sex lethargy wore off. “Yuck, I’ve got dried cum on me,” Danny announced, screwing up his nose in distaste.
“Come on, let’s have a shower and then we’ll order some pizza,” James replied.
They showered together and Danny insisted that they wash each other; this extended the length of the shower, as there was more cock fondling and arse grabbing than washing going on; but eventually they finished and got out, dried and dressed.
They ordered two pizzas, with the intention of sharing them. They were delivered by a cute boy of about seventeen or eighteen who, given the way he ogled James, appeared to be gay as well. He was too old for James, however and not mature enough for Danny’s taste, so they gave him a decent tip and he left, wealthier but disappointed.
After they had eaten they went down to the main house, snuggled up on the couch and spent the evening watching DVDs on the Edwards’ home cinema system. Danny fell asleep during the last film and, when it was finished, James picked him up and carried the boy up to the bedroom without waking him. He stripped Danny down to his briefs and put him to bed before spooning up behind him and falling asleep himself, holding the boy that he loved.
The next day James had to go to work at the pub at lunch time, so Danny went home after breakfast. His mum had found out about the fight from Michelle and, much to the boy’s embarrassment, had insisted on seeing his bruises. She was relieved to see that no serious damage had been done but said that she wanted to go to the school to complain. Danny persuaded her not to, explaining that his reputation would not be helped by that and that it would only lead to more bullying in the long term. Michelle didn’t say anything but she had a very serious, determined look on her face that had Danny wondering what she was thinking about.
* * *
It was with some trepidation that Danny returned to school on the Monday morning; he half expected Simon and his cronies to be waiting for him on the way in; but he never saw any of them and the day passed without incident.
That afternoon, however, Michelle said, “I saw Simon Whittaker on the way home from school today and warned him not to touch you again.”
“What did he say?” Danny asked nervously. He appreciated his sister’s support but this was just the kind of thing that could make the situation worse.
“He didn’t say anything,” she replied, “but I think he got the message.
The following day Danny was told that Simon had come into school sporting a black eye. He wouldn’t say how it had happened but one of his friends had let slip that it was linked to the fight with Danny. Thinking that James might have something to do with it, Danny sent his lover a text; but James assured him that he hadn’t seen Simon, let alone hit him.
Then Danny suddenly realised what must have happened, “It was Michelle,” he thought. “No wonder he won’t tell anyone what happened; he doesn’t want to admit he was beaten up by a girl.”
When they arrived home after school Danny hugged his sister and simply said, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Michelle replied. “Whatever differences we might have, you’re still my little brother and no-one is allowed to hit you. Except me of course,” she added, punching him on the shoulder.
Danny grinned and they hugged again; sibling rivalry forgotten, for the time being at least.
* * *
The clock was now ticking down towards the day when James would leave to go to university; and the two of them used the limited time they had together to make love as often as they could. James had a check-up with the doctor and after he was given the all clear they were able to dispense with condoms. They experimented with numerous positions and were in agreement that face to face was best. Danny liked missionary with James dominant on top; whereas James preferred to be sitting with Danny impaled on his lap, so that he could use his hands and mouth on the boy while the energetic lad controlled the pace, something he’d become very good at.
On their last night together James found that he had a lump in his throat and a slight stinging in his eyes while Danny cried his heart out. “It’s OK baby,” James reassured him, “we’ll keep in touch and be back together before you know it.”
“I know,” the boy wailed, “but I’m still going to miss you, so much.”
Once James had left, Danny decided that it would be easier if he kept busy and threw himself wholeheartedly into the school drama group. Danny loved acting and was extremely good at it; so much so, that despite being one of the youngest in the group, he was cast as the male lead in the school play, which was to be Romeo and Juliet this year. That delighted Danny, as the Baz Luhrmann version of the story, with Leonardo DiCaprio, was one of his favourite films.
No-one in the drama group seemed to be bothered in the slightest by Danny’s sexuality, although he did receive a few good natured digs whenever he had to rehearse a love scene with the girl playing Juliet. This didn’t bother him at all, none of the comments were malicious and, since banter was part and parcel of being in the group, they made Danny feel part of the team. There was one exception, however; Paul Stevens, who was playing Tybalt, seemed to make more comments than all the others put together; and he started to get on Danny’s nerves. It wasn’t that he was being particularly vicious, it was simply that the sheer number of comments were becoming too much for the boy.
Things came to a head when they were rehearsing the fight scene between Romeo and Tybalt. They got their choreography wrong and Paul caught Danny a painful blow with his sword. “Ow, watch what you’re doing!” Danny exclaimed. “You were supposed to parry then, not thrust.”
“What are you complaining about? I thought you liked being stabbed by a guy’s ‘sword’,” Paul responded, with a leer. There were a few chuckles from those watching but even they were starting to tire of Paul’s humour.
It wasn’t an especially nasty comment but it was the final straw for Danny. “Mr Murray, can we maybe try the alternative version of the play?” he asked the teacher who was directing them.
“Alternative version?” he queried, a confused look on his face. “What version do you mean Danny?”
“The one where Romeo kills Juliet and has a love affair with Tybalt,” Danny replied. Turning to Paul and blowing a kiss he added, “What do you think Paul, do you fancy rehearsing that?”
The watchers burst out laughing and Paul’s face was a picture as it turned bright red.
Danny’s reaction had the desired effect; Paul stopped his jibes, or at least reduced his banter to an acceptable level and the two actually became good friends. Several years later, after he had left school, Paul came out as gay and apologised to Danny. He explained that he had been confused about his sexuality at the time and had been attracted to the younger boy; his unsubtle humour had been his method of hiding his true feelings.
The incident was a turning point for Danny, as he realised that the help and advice that James had given him over the summer was bearing fruit; and he was now able to deal more confidently with the trials and tribulations that come from being an openly gay schoolboy.
The play proved to be a great success and Danny started to believe that his dream of being a professional actor might not be as fanciful as he had previously thought.
* * *
James and Danny exchanged several text messages each day and Skyped two or three times a week; but that was scant consolation to the boy, who sobbed every time they said goodbye. There was no sign of James coming home anytime soon; there was so much for a first year student to do in his first month that a weekend at home was way down his priority list, however much they both wanted it.
As the school October half-term approached, Sandra told her children that Nick and Helen had invited the three of them to spend the week with them at their villa in Spain. Danny’s eyes had lit up at the news but he was soon disappointed when Sandra informed him that James wouldn’t be joining them.
The Edwards’ villa was in southeast Spain, close to the Mediterranean but nearly thirty miles from the nearest resort town. The villa was a single storey, whitewashed building with a red tiled roof; it was in the form of a square with one open side. The front door opened into the large living room; and opposite were French windows to the patio and pool. To the left was the kitchen and next to that was an open plan dining area. To the right, opposite the kitchen, was the main bathroom although all the bedrooms were en suite. Next to the bathroom was Nick’s office, even on holiday he couldn’t get away from work completely.
Going past the dining area led to another side of the square with a corridor running down the outside wall. The first door led to the master bedroom and the second to the guest bedroom; this room had twin beds and would be shared by Sandra and Michelle. Opposite this wing, past the office, were another two rooms. The first was James’ which would be occupied by Danny, while the final one had been turned into a games room with a pool table, dart board and storage for pool equipment. Like the living room all four of these rooms had French windows that opened onto the pool area.
The villa was in a valley about half a mile from the sea. The open side of the square faced down the valley and gave a fantastic view, helped by the fact that the end of the patio dropped in a series of small terraces so that the rear wall was hidden from sight.
They arrived late in the evening and, after being shown to James’ room, Danny decided to go to bed almost immediately. While he was unpacking his bags and putting his things into the drawers he found some of James’ clothes already there. Picking up a well-worn T shirt, he placed it against his face and inhaled. Although it was clean, he could definitely smell the scent of his lover and it stirred up his emotions again. Normally he slept wearing only his briefs but the room was cool due to the air conditioning, so he decided to wear the T shirt; he was sure that James wouldn’t mind.
* * *
Danny woke with his morning erection pressing against the front of his briefs. He was deciding whether to jerk off now or in the shower when there was a knock at the door and Michelle burst in without waiting for an answer. “Come on lazy bones!” she exclaimed. “It’s a beautiful day and there’s a pool going to waste out there.” She then walked through the room, opened the French windows and headed out to the pool.
Danny thanked his stars that he hadn’t started wanking, that would have been so embarrassing. “It’s odd how people behave differently on holiday,” he thought. “She’d never come in like that at home.”
They spent that day and the next at the villa, relaxing and enjoying the pool and the October warmth, which at least equalled that of a British summer. On the Monday however Danny and Michelle decided to see what the local area had to offer and visited the nearest village in the afternoon. A road led down the valley to the sea half a mile away, where it turned north; it was then a similar distance to the village.
Unlike the resort towns that British tourists normally visit, this was a genuine Spanish fishing village and therefore it lacked the facilities to keep two teenagers occupied for long. They walked to the far end of the village and back, looked at the fishing boats in the small harbour and then sat on the sea wall trying to decide what to do next. As they discussed their options they were approached by two local teen boys, who were similar enough in appearance that they could have been brothers but who turned out to be cousins.
The elder boy, whose name was Rafael, looked to be about eighteen and he definitely piqued Danny’s interest. He was typically Latin; tanned, with dark hair and brown eyes. Unfortunately he seemed much more interested in Michelle and the two of them were soon chattering away in Spanish. She had a natural ability with languages and spoke several, including Spanish, fluently. It was her intention to become a language teacher when she was older and she relished the opportunity to converse with a native speaker. Danny, who was hopeless with languages and couldn’t speak a word of Spanish, was left to try and talk to the younger lad, Juan, who was about fourteen and therefore not really in his preferred age range. Fortunately Juan spoke passable English and they were able to communicate reasonably well.
After about quarter of an hour Michelle told Danny that she and Rafa were going for a walk and said it in a way that made it obvious that the other two weren’t welcome to join them. When they had left Juan turned to Danny with a grin and said, “I think they like each other.” Then, seeing the look on Danny’s face, added, “I think you like him too.”
Danny blushed, embarrassed that his thoughts were so transparent. Juan grinned again and said, “Forget Rafa, he likes girls. You’re better with me, I like boys. Come on, I’ll show you a cool place where we can hang out.”
* * *
Juan led Danny back along the same road that he and Michelle had come down earlier. Where the road turned inland and went up the valley to pass the villa, however, there was a path that continued along the coast and they followed this. A few hundred yards further on another, less well trodden path, branched off to the left and descended towards the sea. This soon brought them to a deserted cove with a small but beautiful, sandy beach. The beach was only about thirty yards long and with high ground behind it and a rocky headland at either end it was completely isolated.
“Let’s swim,” Juan said, and before Danny could refuse on the grounds of having no swimming trunks, he had stripped naked and plunged into the water. The Spanish boy might not have been in Danny’s ideal age range but it didn’t stop him admiring his tanned and slim but lightly muscled body. The firm, round globes of his arse cheeks were the same colour as the rest of him, so Danny assumed that he spent a lot of time naked in the sun, probably at this very spot.
“What the hell!” Danny thought to himself. “When in Rome, as they say.” He followed the example of his new friend, removed all his clothes and joined Juan in the sea. The water was cool but not cold and the two boys were soon splashing around energetically enough to keep warm. The splashing soon became touching and grabbing, with cocks, balls and arses being the principal targets. This unsurprisingly led to two erections and Danny was pleased to see that Juan’s wasn’t much longer than his own, although it was thicker and had a dense bush of dark hair at the base.
The grabbing then progressed to become wrestling and, being smaller, Danny soon found himself overpowered and dragged to the ground at the edge of the water. Juan turned onto his back and pulled Danny down on top and they lay half-in and half-out of the sea with their hard-ons pressed against each other. After a few seconds pause while they looked into one another’s eyes, their lips met and they shared a passionate kiss. Juan parted his lips and Danny pushed his tongue into the welcoming mouth, rubbing it sensuously against its Spanish counterpart. Meanwhile Juan had moved his hands down to Danny’s arse and was massaging his bum cheeks and running a finger up and down his crack.
Danny had often taken the lead when having sex with James but it was usually only for a short period before the elder partner resumed his dominant position. It came as something of a surprise to him that Juan appeared to be totally passive and seemed to encourage the younger boy to take charge and dominate him. Breaking the kiss, Danny moved to Juan’s nipples, licking and sucking on first one and then the other; he even nipped them with his teeth as he did with James, which had the Spanish boy hissing from the combination of pain and pleasure.
The lower parts of their bodies were still in the water so Danny pulled free and told Juan to get up and move away from the sea. “I want to suck you,” he said tersely and that got the older boy moving fairly rapidly up the beach. Juan led the way to a large, smooth rock near the top of the beach and leant back against it, it seemed to Danny that he had done the same thing here many times before. Kneeling down in front of the eager boy, Danny pulled back his foreskin, licked his glans and then swallowed his four inches to the root. “Ah . . . si . . . si,” Juan moaned with pleasure as he was expertly fellated by his new, twelve year old friend. Danny pulled off and turned his attention to Juan’s scrotum, licking the wrinkled sac before sucking on each of his balls in turn, enjoying the salty taste from the sea water.
Danny then returned to the Spanish boy’s cock, licking up the length of his shaft and running his tongue all round his cockhead before engulfing it once again. He started to massage Juan’s balls with one hand while he moved the other between his legs, rubbing a finger across his pucker and then pressing it firmly against his anus until it popped inside. He crooked his finger, felt against the lining of the boy’s rectum until he found his prostate and then began rubbing it gently. Then he went to work with his mouth sucking vigorously as he bobbed his head up and down while continuing to rub Juan’s balls and prostate. This three pronged attack was too much for the Spanish boy and with a yell of “Madre de Dios,” he climaxed violently, filling Danny’s mouth with several ropes of creamy cum; which the younger boy gulped down eagerly.
“Now you fuck me,” Juan told Danny as soon as he had recovered.
“B . . . but I’ve never . . .” Danny stuttered in response; but Juan ignored his half-hearted protest and walked over to his clothes, pulling a condom and a nearly empty tube of lube from the pocket of his shorts. He returned to a nervous Danny, whose erection had started to wilt and knelt down and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Danny’s hard-on returned almost immediately and Juan removed the condom from its packaging and rolled into place. He squeezed some lube onto his hand and applied it to the boy’s sheathed cock before putting more onto a finger and inserting into his own anus.
Throwing the tube to one side, he leant over and placed his hands against the rock; bending his knees slightly to lower himself to Danny’s level he looked back over his shoulder and said, “OK, now fuck me.”
Danny grasped Juan by the hips, lined his cock up with the Spanish boy’s pucker and pushed it firmly home. Juan was no virgin and Danny was smaller than his usual tops, so he slid in easily; and quickly found himself pressed against a pair of firm, tanned buttocks. The biggest surprise for Danny was how warm the inside of another guy’s arse felt, although it wasn’t as tight as he’d expected. The effort that James had needed to get his seven inches inside Danny’s twelve year old, virgin hole was considerable more than the boy required to enter Juan’s well fucked one.
Although it was his first time fucking another boy, Danny at least had the experience of being on the other end of things; so he had some idea of what to do. He pulled back slowly until just the head of his cock remained inside Juan and then pushed back in a little quicker. He repeated this several times before picking up the pace and slamming in and out, producing the satisfying, slapping sound of skin against skin and causing the Spanish boy to grunt with pleasure. He felt his balls start to tighten and, worried that he was about to cum, he slowed down until the crisis had passed before lifting the pace once again.
Juan was pleasantly surprised at how well Danny was doing; he loved a cock in his arse but had expected such a young boy, fucking for the first time to finish very quickly. He adjusted his stance until the boy’s cock was rubbing his magic spot with each thrust and started to jerk his cock which was now hard again. Finally Danny could hold off no longer and pounded Juan’s arse with gusto until, with a shout of, “Oh . . . fuck . . . yes!” he unloaded into the older boy’s hole. By this time Juan’s hand was a blur as he jerked himself off and it was only a few seconds later that he came as well; his second orgasm in twenty minutes was testament to the recovery powers of a fourteen year old boy!
Danny pulled out and removed the condom which was placed to one side for later disposal. The two boys returned to the sea to clean up and then lay at the edge of the water, propped on their elbows with the waves lapping against their lower bodies.
“Did you enjoy?” Juan asked.
“Yeah, it was great,” Danny answered, “but . . .”
“But you like being fucked more,” Juan finished his sentence for him.
“Yeah, it’s just more fulfilling somehow.”
“Ah, you like being filled full, so do I,” Juan responded and Danny dissolved into a fit of giggles, much to the Spanish boy’s bemusement. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked when Danny had recovered his composure.
“Yes, he’s nineteen.”
“He’s a lucky guy.”
“I’m the lucky one,” Danny said with genuine feeling. “What about you, do you have one?”
“No, I want as many cocks as I can get. Not just one.”
“I quite like to play with other boys,” Danny responded, “but James is the only one I want to fuck me, I love him so much that it hurts when he’s not with me.”
“That’s not for me,” Juan said. “I just want to have fun.”
The two boys got out of the water and dried off as best they could, before dressing and heading back to the village. As they reached the harbour they met Michelle and Rafa coming from the other direction and, from the looks on their faces, they had spent a similar afternoon to Danny and Juan. They said their goodbyes and Danny and his sister set off back to the villa.
“I’m glad you’ve found someone your own age,” Michelle said as they walked up the valley road. “I know James is very good looking but he’s far too old for you. There’s no chance of you having a relationship with him.”
“Eh . . . yeah, you’re probably right,” Danny answered. “What about you and Rafa, does this mean you’re over James?”
“James? Who’s James?” Michelle responded with a grin. “Rafa and I really hit it off; I think this could be more than just a holiday fling. What about Juan; is there something between you two?”
“No, we had fun together but that’s all it’s going to be.”
“Well, you’re only twelve; you’ve got plenty of time to find someone special.”
* * *
That evening, after dinner, they related the events of the day to Sandra; both giving an edited version of course. Their mother wasn’t as gullible as they thought and was well aware that more had occurred than they were telling. She was especially pleased for Michelle, who deserved to finally meet someone she liked and who liked her in return.
Later Danny’s thoughts turned to James and he started to feel down. He excused himself early and by nine thirty he was tucked up in bed, wondering what his lover was doing back in England. He found it difficult to get to sleep and tossed and turned for several hours, before exhaustion got the better of him and he drifted off into a deep slumber.
* * *
It was nearly 2am when the car pulled up outside the villa. A figure emerged from the front passenger seat, opened the rear door and removed something from the back seat. The person then spoke briefly to the driver before stepping back and allowing the car to drive off. The shadowy figure walked up to the front door of the villa and let themselves in. Once inside, they moved to their right and headed past Nick’s study and towards the bedroom where Danny was sleeping.
Danny was disturbed from his deep sleep and found himself in that strange limbo state of not being quite asleep but not being fully awake either. He was vaguely aware of someone moving in the room but wasn’t sure if it was reality or a dream. When the person stubbed their toe, the sound roused Danny to full consciousness and he was suddenly afraid. He was lying on his left side and his back was towards the room where the interloper was creeping around. He wanted to cry out for help but found that he was paralysed with fear.
He heard the footsteps of the intruder approach the bed and then felt it move under their weight as they sat down. The duvet was pulled back and the person slipped into the bed alongside a by now terrified Danny. An arm snaked about his body and he felt their breath against the back of his neck. Just as he thought that he was going to piss himself with fear, he felt a pair of lips kiss his cheek and a well-known voice whispered, “Hi baby.”
“James!” Danny shouted with relief and joy. “What are you doing here?”
James would have answered the question; but he found himself on his back with an excited twelve year old boy on top of him. The boy in question had his lips pressed firmly to the young man’s mouth making speech impossible. Eventually he managed to roll Danny onto his back and break the kiss, there were tears streaming down the boy’s face.
“Why are you crying?” he asked.
“I’m so pleased to see you,” Danny sobbed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy before.”
After about ten minutes the boy had calmed down enough for James to explain how he’d managed to rearrange his schedule and take three days off. “I had a lecture this morning, well yesterday morning, and I have to be back on Friday but we’ve got the next three days together.”
Danny told James what he’d been doing over the past few days including what had happened with Juan. “You don’t mind do you?” he asked with some trepidation.
“No, of course not,” James replied. “I told you before, you can play around with other boys all you want, I just don’t want you to get involved with another man.”
“That’s Ok, I don’t want another man; I only want you.”
Not for the first time, James worried that Danny was becoming so emotionally attached to him, that he would struggle to cope when he became too old for the boy lover.
* * *
After his flight and late arrival, James would have liked nothing more than a lie-in the following morning. Danny had other ideas and the young man found himself being woken early when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock; not that he was complaining about that, of course. Once he was fully awake and fully hard, Danny grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet and prepared James’ cock and his own arse. Straddling his lover, he placed the young man’s cock against his hole and lowered himself until his arse cheeks were pressed against James’ pubes. It had been several weeks since he had last felt a cock fill his rectum and he sat still for a few moments to revel in being ‘filled full’ as Juan would have said. Then he began to raise and lower himself with increasing speed, enjoying both the pain and pleasure of being fucked.
“Oh God! Oh yes . . . that’s so good,” James called out, as Danny worked his magic.
“Ah . . . ah . . . ah,” the boy panted in ecstasy, as he felt his climax approaching.
“OH . . . MY . . . GOD!” Two heads shot round at the sound of a third, female, voice. Standing in the open doorway was Michelle, mouth agape and eyes bulging in shock at the sight of her twelve year old brother impaled on the cock of his adult lover. Time seemed to stand still, with the three of them frozen in position and nothing being said; then Michelle turned away, slamming the door behind her as she left.
Danny looked at James, a stunned expression on his face. He didn’t say anything but his look said, “What just happened?”
“I think we’ve just been busted, baby,” James answered the unasked question.
To be concluded in the sixth and final chapter.
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