Date: Wed, 08 Jun 2022 15:47:00 +0100 From: nikinak1313@hushmail.com Subject: DIY Danny (Gay Adult-Youth) Another story with elements of truth. But this time from my own youth. Not exactly 100% accurate, but there are elements of veracity along with a few composite characters. Make of that what you will. I write for fun, to amuse, to arouse, to provoke. You're free to like or dislike. No actual precocious 11 year olds were harmed in the production of this little fantasy piece. If you like this, and any of my other stories, feel free to write and let me know. I'm always open to new ideas or criticisms, as long as they're constructive. My email is nikinak1313@hushmail.com Oh, and DO think about contributing financially to the Nifty site. It has given me literally years of pleasure and my little contributions of prose will not keep the site running. Even a small donation will add up. Just do it! Right... DIY Danny Wet wipes. Always have a supply of wet wipes in your pocket. Not many...just one of those little packets of square, white cleaning material your mum probably produced from nowhere when you disgraced yourself as a child. Not that I know much about mothers and their reputed fixation with smothering your face and hands with antiseptic cotton. My own flew the nest when I was 5. Left my dad for a used car salesman (she never had much in the way of imagination, he said) and has never been back since. My Dad...well, yeah, there's another story. Because he's not. My actual dad that is. Bit of a double edged sword, as it turned out. Not being my Dad...although he's brought me up since I was 3 months old...is because he was the third in the line of poor saps who my dear, departed mother tricked into thinking he was. It wasn't till she'd been gone a year that a fall from a tree, a broken elbow and a rather nasty branch rip in the skin of in my forearm, that blood tests revealed he couldn't be. I'm B negative and he's O. Which the doctors found out when they asked him if he'd be willing to provide some familial blood to replace the pint and a half I'd lost lying at the base of that old chestnut tree, bleeding profusely into the long grass. The grass broke my fall...just...but it was long enough to stop my friends, who had moved on to another tree in the park, realising I was lying there hurt for over ten minutes. Anyway, I digress. He's not my Dad, although he performs every normal function a good parent does. And quite a few not so normal functions. So...yeah...he's a pedo. A boy lover as he would call it. Despite the fact that he'd been happily banging my mother for a few years, turned out his real interest was in me. Not at first of course. Not until I turned 7 actually. As he told me a few months later...us lying naked and snoozing on the double bed he used to share with my mother, he prefers boys who've got proper, bite sized erections. Oh, and who have mouths big enough to take a decent sized cock themselves, of course. But that was quite a bit later. He'd spent the previous hour furthering my education considerably. Which was a regular thing back then. Every other night. Bath, bit of groping to get both us stiff and then, towelled off, onto the bed for some extra curricular `lessons'. I remember back at my 7th birthday party, after the cakes, candles and guests had been cleared and disposed of (my guests guided politely but firmly out of the door) he sat me down on the couch and told me as I was now definitely `his little big man', I now had a few extra chores to add to the ones I had been carrying out for over a year. I still had to make my bed (code for throwing the duvet cover over rumpled sheets), empty the kitchen bin daily and do the washing up from time to time, standing on a box next to the sink. But now I had to make Daddy a very happy man too. Of course, I didn't know what that meant then. I was just delighted to be asked make him happy. I just had no clue how I was supposed to do that. But of course, he'd been planning this for some time, so he patiently explained. Which made my eyes go like saucers. He wanted me to put his...thing...where? Its funny how things you would never ever imagine, let alone consider doing, become normal after just a few months. Funny peculiar, not funny haha. It started gently enough... with hand jobs. My own little cock was less than three inches long back then, even rock hard. But a determined and skilful pederast has no problems seducing a bemused and malleable boy. It started with us sharing baths together. I still don't know what my actual sexuality is. I might be 12 in 3 weeks time, but I've never so much as kissed a girl yet. Maybe I'd like it...I don't know. But I DO know I like pleasure.,,,and I get a lot of pleasure out of pleasing my Dad. Those `innocent' baths enabled him to get me used to seeing him naked. Soft and floppy at first, his gradually stiffening cock was fascinating to my young eyes. It looked impossibly big to me, bobbing above me as he stood to rinse himself off. The first time I was persuaded to touch it, I thought it would burn my small hand, it looked almost on fire...all dark red and quivering. It didn't of course. But once the nightly bath routine had got me used to seeing him aroused, then touching him, we soon moved on to more, uh, intense therapy. I gave him my first proper hand job a week later, after he'd surprised and delighted me by laying me down naked on his bed and dropping to his knees on the carpet, before stroking, then sucking me to a totally unexpected dry orgasm. I never knew ANYTHING could feel that great. His warm, wet mouth swooping up and down on my juvenile spike, until I screamed out a high pitched warning that I was definitely gonna pee in his mouth if he didn't stop right now.. He had to literally pull my hands off his head to stop me wrenching free of the glorious suction his mouth was applying. That orgasm is etched in my memory like it was lasered on. My first cum, not just at another's hands (and mouth), but the first ever, period. Of course, that was far from the last time I got sucked off by Dad. Oh no... After that intense, thrashing experience, as he cuddled me and whispered what a good, loving son I had been for him, there wasn't even a trace of resistance left in my still twitching 7 year old body. He held my hand around him as he stroked his cock to a quick, shuddering climax of his own, but truth to be told, he didn't actually need to. I would have done it for him without a murmur. After all, hadn't he just about blown my mind with that amazing experience? Being 7...I never really went through the `buyers remorse' reaction that older kids do when first seduced. It was a very short introduction...but pleasure is pleasure. I wasn't convinced about the gallon of goo streaked over his belly and my fist, but it was soon cleared up with a strategically placed towel. Planning is everything I guess. But considering what I'm currently doing, an aversion to cum isn't something that lingered with me. After some careful coaching and a tentative taste of his next emission, I decided pretty quickly that it wasn't entirely horrible...and definitely tasted better warm and straight from the source than when it was cooling on skin. Like I said...I'm not 100% sure about my sexuality yet, but I can't disagree with Dad when he said I was a natural cocksucker. So,,,shoot me. It's a gift? Right? After a hundred blow jobs, I got better, I got skilful and I'm a kid very happy in his work. Which brings me back to...wet wipes. I've got one folded and ready in the breast pocket of my white polo shirt right now. In fact I don't actually need it with this guy. We've `met' before. He's one of the good ones. DIY Danny he calls me. On account of where we first met. Me kicking a football back and forth in an alleyway between my housing estate and the big DIY superstore on the retail park behind with my mate Matty... My friend was the first to alert me to the guy walking towards us. He's a year older than me...and pretty much acts as my pimp nowadays. Ever since I gave him a blow job in the school toilets 6 months ago when we were both bunking off from the stupid cross country run the PE teacher had arranged for a wet Wednesday afternoon. I don't even know why I suggested it. Dad was very much dominating my nights by then. At 11, I was just in his sweet spot. The blow jobs he gave me now produced a few watery spurts of my own and I was more than happy to return the favour. "God loves a swallower" as Dad said more than once. But lately, my step dad has shown an interest in taking things up another notch. He says I'm ready now, but I'm not so sure. That thing swinging between his legs is big. A mouthful, right enough...but in my arse? I worry I'll walk like John Wayne for a month if he ever gets that thing right up inside me? We've experimented with little butt plugs...which was still painful at first, but bearable. Specially if I'm being blown while its in me. I'm even on the third one in the set he brought. Longer and thicker, but still a lot smaller then Dad. The jury's out for definite. Anyway, I digress. I'm currently engaged in giving some slow oral love to the man who, two weeks ago, first accepted Matts offer. Yeah, that's right. Good old Matty, who, now I've shown him how much fun coming in someone's mouth is, now considers himself my `minder' Once I confessed I'd started my own tentative steps into being paid for doing something I really like doing...he decided he would vet my `clients' to keep me safe?... In between getting freebies from me of course. He says he's straight...but I've seen him look at me when I'm doing him. No one completely straight watches quite so intently at the mouth and face of the boy servicing them. He's never touched me..well. Not yet anyway...but it's in the fucking post, I tell you. If I take him out of my mouth and lick his balls like Dad taught me...his eyes go the size of dinner plates and within seconds, he's gripping my hair and blasting his cum into my mouth. Straight my virgin arse. This guy is very much one of them...a client I mean That first whispered solicitation by my friend was refused point blank. The guy eyed us up warily, then walked away, with just a curious look as he passed between us. I suppose being propositioned by a couple of junior school kids was a bit much to take in on a Sunday morning. Too many honey traps about. Pedo hunters and such. But when he came back our way ten minutes later, carrying a 2 meter length of skirting, his suspicions had obviously receded. Five minutes later, a crisp new twenty pound note was folded in my hip pocket, and Matt was keeping a lookout from the edge of the bushes, I knelt and fished out a sturdy adult erection, before taking my sweet time getting him off. Judging by the explosion I had to swallow quickly to avoid any spillage, his twenty pounds was well spent. Both of us happy. Unsurprisingly, watching me do my best with the older guy had excited Matty. I had to suck him off too before we resumed our aimless game of kickabout. No hardship...like I said, I like sucking cock. Oh yeah...wet wipes. Well, even with Matty as friend, lookout, pimp and recipient of 25% of my `earnings' (and numerous free blow jobs) on hand, the occasional encounter doesn't always go quite this smoothly. Some clients personal hygiene isn't up to much. A firm scrub round with a new antiseptic wipe and bingo...problem solved. Clean and fragrant, just how I like them. Which I do...like them I mean. You might be wondering why I'm doing strangers, when my step dad and Matty are keeping me occupied a lot. Simple...its fun and I get paid for it. What's not to like? Dad knows...or at least is comfortable with sort of knowing. He's knows now he's raised a little horn dog who gets off on pleasing erections. So long as my eventual surrender to his cock in my arse is assured, I think it turns him on a bit to know I'm turning tricks (the internet seems to inform a lot of my lingo...sorry!) in my spare time. Saves him worrying about pocket money I guess. Anyway. Job done, I take a sip of cola from the bottle I always carry in my daysack and we carry on with the kickabout. The shops will be open soon and that twenty is burning a hole in my pocket? Porn. Oh yeah...I was telling you guys about my extensive education, wasn't I? Well, porn was a massive part of it. After I`d been comprehensively corrupted by nightly oral sessions, which as I'm sure if you're reading this, you know is definitely the way to a boys heart, we started film nights on Friday and Saturday after dinner. If I was expecting Stranger Things or Deadfall, I was sadly mistaken. After the usual bath time, with just a little bit of teasing, I was ready for the main event. But instead of carrying me naked to the bedroom, which had become very much the routine, Dad deviated towards the lounge. I remember thinking "Oh no...maybe he's getting tired of pleasuring me?" Well, he certainly wasn't, as the next 4 years proved comprehensively, but I'm getting ahead of myself again. Plonking me naked on the couch, he started fiddling with the TV. It was one of those Sony smart TV's, so I watched curiously as he took out a memory stick from the drawer under the TV and inserted it. It took a few seconds to show anything, but the next ten minutes blew my mind in a way I really didn't expect. You see, even at my younger age, I kinda knew that most father/son relationships probably weren't like ours. I had friends at school, and even though I never breathed a word about what went on between me and my Dad, just from talking to them vaguely about sex, I soon found out not one of them was as `advanced' in that subject as me. Most of the boys had no clue about what went where, even in a straight relationship. The idea of one of them sucking his dad off nightly was for the birds. So when the video came to life, I was stunned. Dad was by then cradling me on his lap. Me, naked and open legged over his crotch. His erection was poking up between my legs, which felt great. But what was on the screen was literally mind blowing. A kid maybe a few months younger than me, wearing just shorts, walked over to a bed when a guy was lounging. He climbed up on it and said "Is that for me?" `That' being the guys erection, with a bead of what I knew by then was pre cum glistening on the tip. I near had a heart attack as the kid leaned forward and sucked the head into his mouth. What made it even more intense as the scene unfolded was just how fucking good he was at sucking cock. I was a bit proud by then, of my own abilities with lips and tongue. But this kid was a proper star. Sucking, licking, making little satisfied noises as he worked. Fuck...I was nail hard and when Dad reached round and grasped both our cocks together, I let out a shocked gasp. I could feel, rather than see Dad smiling behind me as I leaned forward towards the screen. Fascination isn't in it, I was addicted already. After a moment or two of the boy sucking, I think the guy warned the kid he was close. Now, for me , that's just a prompt to suck harder...maybe use my tongue a bit more and grip the shaft with my fist, ready for the reward I knew was coming. But this kid backed off straight away. I almost groaned in frustration...didn't he know that's the very best bit? He grinned and jumped off the bed as the guy told him if he'd sucked him another few seconds, he would have come in the boys mouth. "I don't want that in my mouth" the kid said cheekily with a grin, but proceeded to cross the room in just his little shorts, grab some tissues from a box and come back to the bed. After another cheeky grin, he briefly did a bit of humping of the guys leg as the older man carried on stroking, then watched as the adults cock spurted cum over his stomach and fist. Now, although I was disappointed that the kid hadn't finished the job, I was still super turned on as I realised with a start, that other kids definitely DID blow their fathers/older brothers/uncles. I'd just seen it. Needless to say, it took about 8 seconds for Dad and I to blow after watching that. His hand was relentless. His cum shot out all over my belly and our still joined cocks, making it slippery as hell. I managed to wriggle off him as he fell back gasping and dropped to my knees in front of him. No way was I ducking the grand finale. I took the head of his quivering cock in my mouth and sucked hard, hard enough to make him groan. Then I cleaned every drop of his seed off both of us...with my tongue. It was the first time I'd been so bold...but it wasn't the last. Something changed between us that night. I now knew two things...I fucking loved a cock in my mouth...and I wanted to see many more boys doing it as well. And other things... Both things were now nailed on. More film nights and adventures of DIY Danny soon. That's if anyone is interested? Do let me know?