Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2022 14:45:04 +0100 From: nikinak1313@hushmail.com Subject: DIY Danny Chapter 5 One more then. Comments welcome as long as they're civil! I can be contacted on nikinak1313@hushmail.com Don't forget, a small donation to Nifty keeps this site free and available to all of us... An interlude with DIY Danny. Not specifically part of the main story. More of a side street. A little more history about my journey. Its set about a year after my Dad seduced me and quickly turned me into his private and very willing cocksucker. A year in which he introduced me into oral, then mutual oral play. A year in which, by the time this chapter is set, I was nightly satisfying my stepdads monster (well, I know now it's not THAT exceptional), But to a 10 year old, let's just say it was more than a mouthful. He also taught me how much fun receiving was too. Dry cums they might have been...but up till quite recently, when my balls started producing a milky reward of their own, I can promise you, dry cums were enough. For a start, I could have several, one after another. And Dad liked to watch me beat off in between bouts with our mouths. Every one a winner, right? But I digress. This little episode happened right between the time I was single handedly (OK, mouthedly and I know that's not a word, I get top marks in Spelling Bees and English at school)... keeping Dad happy...and the time I decided, without any real idea how it would go down (Oh Danny...think about what you're saying) that offering a blow job to my best mate, Matty when we were hunkered down in a workman's hut, shivering and cursing our games master for making us run a couple of miles across country in just a singlet and thin shorts. The rest of the victims/classmates had disappeared over the horizon. But that doesn't explain why I thought it would be a good idea to offer a free suck to my determinedly straight friend. The fact that he let me without even a pretend struggle...came in my mouth after less than three minutes and gripped my head like he was frightened it was gonna fall off...and has continued to let me at least twice a week since...maybe suggests I was lucky in my impulsive offer...but anyway. That's not what this chapter is about. So... Life took some turns and I had to row back on the 'true confessions'. But here we go. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I did remembering it. It was just another school day. Cold but clear...autumn closing in as they say. Dad had got up really early to travel up to the Scottish Borders for work, waking me up in the process, banging about in the kitchen looking for his Thermos flask. To make matters worse, we hadn't.. you know...the night before. And I was used to getting off daily. My libido had well and truly been woken up in the past year. So I grouchily got up after the front door banged closed, visited the toilet, then had a quick shower before eating some half stale cornflakes. Dad hadn't done any shopping as he'd been away, so not even a decent breakfast. Even though it was still way too early, I decided to get on my bike and go to school. I had a couple of pounds in my pocket and the prospect of a cooked breakfast in the school canteen courtesy of the Breakfast Club they ran for kids whose parents worked, was too tempting to resist. Well, I got a breakfast...of sorts...but not quite what I was expecting. We live on the east coast of the UK, so I quite often ride my bike down the long promenade north of town. This early, its mostly deserted and the wide concrete pathway is a good place to lazily cycle, with the sun rising over the North Sea and the wind turbines slowly spinning out to sea. Anyway, it was still too early to get through the school gates, so I stopped at a toilet block right at the top of the main beach road. The cubicles there are individual and have metal doors on the outside of the brick building. They have the added bonus of being plenty big enough to allow a bike to be wheeled inside. Bike thieves are everywhere you know?.... As I pulled up outside the block, I barely noticed a large silver grey SUV parked in the road. Its not exactly unusual for a passing motorist to use the facilities even this time of morning, but this was well before I started viewing lone older guys as potential customers. Well, that was about to change. I don't know what made me look round as I swung the door wide to allow room for the bike to go inside, but when I did, I saw a pair of eyes watching me from the drivers seat. Even through the tinted windows, I could see he was checking me out. After a year blowing my stepdad and watching countless hours of illegal boy porn on the home TV, I knew enough about men already to understand the look the guy was giving me wasn't a casual one. I guess he was about mid 30's. Asian...with black, slicked back hair and deep brown eyes. As we stared at each other, a thrill went through my whole body. I knew...you know? I knew he wanted me. It was instant. I guess I should have mentally thanked my dad at that moment for the sex education...but to be honest, my stiffening cock and dry mouth were enough of a clue. There was no one else about...I checked in both directions...and after one long, last look, I stepped inside, propped my bike up against the inside wall and waited. The door was still open a foot. I didn't know if my 'invitation' would be accepted..but my heart was hammering in my chest and my shorts were now tented out as my 4 inches tried to burst through the material. There was what seemed like an hours wait. I stood there uneasily, not knowing what more to do to encourage the guy. I was almost at the stage of shutting the door and sitting on the pedestal to knock one out in frustration, when the door creaked wide and a head poked inside. The guy grinned at me as his eyes roamed over my face and body. I saw his eyes widen as he spotted the bulge in my school shorts. He was quite handsome in a dark and exotic way and I remember his teeth were even and very white. "You look like a boy who needs something?" he said in a low voice. I didn't trust myself to speak. My throat was constricted and all I could feel was the almost painful throbbing between my legs. So I just nodded. What else could I add? "Not here boy" he said, checking outside before looking back in. "My car is more...comfortable...and there's a place up the beach I know?" Now I'm sure you're thinking...don't Danny...he could be a serial killer, a torturer...you might never see home again? And you'd be right of course. But since when did logic override a stiff cock? Never, that's when. I followed him outside, awkwardly adjusting my erection. There was a little trick I'd learned about this building. You could lock the door from the outside with an old ring pull, so the 'engaged' sign showed to any potential users. There were 4 other doors in the block, all vacant, so I took a chance that leaving my bike inside with the engaged sign up, would give me half an hour to go off with this guy, get some fun in and have him drop me back here to collect my old bike. A couple of minutes later, I'm sitting on thick, soft leather, the aircon in the expensive Mercedes making life very comfortable for me. The car purred up the North beach road and along an unmade track behind the caravan park, which was deserted now the season had finished. The guy parked it between two dunes facing outwards. Something told me he might just have used this spot for fun before. But maybe not with someone my age. I noticed a slight tremble in his hand as he turned the ignition off and pulled up the parking brake. The silence when the engine was turned off was a bit unnerving. We hadn't spoken since I got into the passenger side. The car smelled of leather and expensive aftershave. Not unpleasant. The guy turned to me after he'd given a last careful look round, and smirked. "I take it this isn't your first rodeo kid?" he asked. I swallowed. Well, he was right, but not quite in the way he meant. Giving my mouth up willingly to my stepdad and best friend gratis wasn't quite like this. But I suppose it was close enough. I knew what he would probably want from me and I was hardly likely to say no, was he? "Whats your name, anyway?" He said quietly "I don't want to keep calling you boy?" "Danny sir..." I said, mindful of my dad's rules about being polite to adults. His eyes crinkled and I could see he was trying to suppress a smile. "That's very formal Danny" he grinned eventually "...considering what you're about to do...you do know what you're about to do, don't you?" I grinned this time. Back on familiar ground for me. My stepdad loved me to be graphic about sex, and I had a feeling this guy might like it too. I put a hand on his leg, quite high up and felt the muscles under his suit trousers jump at my touch. "I'm going to suck your cock...sir" I said cheerfully, watching the humour in his eyes replaced by something hungrier. He licked his lips quickly and covered my hand with his bigger one. "...and you've...you've done that before Danny?" he answered after a pause. His voice sounded thicker this time. "Lots" I said honestly and again his eyes widened. I guess I can understand his surprise. Not many pre teen pickups are so blasé about their experience, I guess. I looked up at him and gave his thigh another squeeze. "I'll show you?" I whispered and slid my hand higher. There was a fraction of a second of resistance from his own, but that ended when my hand reached his flies. The moment of truth I suppose. The bulge under the material was considerable now. I looked up at him again, silently asking for permission. As I squeezed, the doubt disappeared from his eyes. He knew I was well underage. He knew this was risky. But his cock was rigid by now and I know only too well how weak common sense is when there's a willing hand on your erection. He sighed and took his hand away. "Go for it Danny" he said slowly "...show me how you do it" I reached over with my other hand and unzipped him slowly. My mouth was still dry with anticipation, but I knew from my nights with my stepdad that once I had him between my lips, lubrication wouldn't be a problem. His boxers were silk and had an open fly. His hips rose a fraction as I pulled at the waistband of his suit trousers, opening up the material until I could reach inside. I heard a gasp from above my head as his cock popped out from the blue boxers. It was quite a sight. Long, thick and very brown. Smooth too. As I pulled at the underwear, trying to get a proper look, he lifted up fully so I could tug them down. His dick bounced as I freed it completely. It looked good enough to eat, and I was a very hungry 11 year old right then. My own cock was rigid too, but constricted inside my shorts. I wriggled to make myself more comfortable and managed to snake a hand under my own body until it was lying straight up my belly. I'd have loved to get his hand on me at that point, but I knew he was super excited already...time for that later, naybe? I leaned forward again and took one last long look at his straining erection before doing what I do best. Running my tongue round the plum like head, I almost hummed in satisfaction at the heavy breathing and muttered encouragement from above. Whilst I was licking him, I stole a glance at him. Head back, mouth open and chest moving up and down as he panted. I've seen men enjoy my mouth many times since, but honestly, it never gets old. They're mostly twice my size physically and I'd be easy meat in a confrontation, but at that moment, with my tongue drawing wet patterns on the head and my fingers dancing lightly over the pulsing shaft, they're totally under my control. Later, when they're gripping my head or hair and I'm holding on to the shaft with a tight fist to stop them choking me with hot flesh...then the control is almost gone. Five more seconds and my mouth fills with hot liquid. An anguished groan from above me as their orgasm overwhelms their senses and all that's left is to swallow dutifully and clean them up as they gasp and quiver in satisfaction. But right then, I wanted this to last. I wasn't expecting to be here, giving a total stranger a blowjob on a deserted beach...but while I had the opportunity, I wanted it to be memorable for both of us. So I used all the tricks Dad had taught me over the year. Slow, then harder, lots of tongue work. Pumping the thick shaft as my lips danced over the warm flesh. Cupping heavy balls in one hand while I dipped my head lower, allowing the bulbous head to slip into my throat. My gag reflex was improved by months of practice, I now knew just how effective a little deep throating was. If getting sucked off by a very young boy wasn't erotic enough, the sensation of most of the adult cock inside wet warmth usually did the trick. If this had been now, a year later and a hundred paid blowjobs since, I wouldn't have spent any longer blowing the cock or the guys mind. Nowadays, punters needs are satisfied as quickly as possible. The deep throating now is for effect, not pleasure. The quicker 10cc of hot cum slips down my throat, the quicker I get paid. But I was less experienced then. Only Dad and Matty had enjoyed my mouth on them. So I took my sweet time... Which, of course, pleased my Asian guy no end. I'm sure there were moments while I worked on him, that a little frustration crept in. Three times I got him so close, my mouth was full of pre cum. Unlike some others I have sucked since, he was really clean and smelled great. I seriously could have sucked on him for hours. School, and whatever desk job he had to go to, wouldn't allow us that much luxury. But I teased him as long as I dared. The fourth time my mouth brought him towards a climax, I let his hand push my head right down on him. My fist stopped him choking me, but I worked the muscles in my throat hard and increased the suction until I could feel all the ridges and contours of his gorgeous cock against the inside of my mouth. "Oh...oh...I'm...I'm.. " he rasped, his head right back and mouth open wide. The hand holding my head down wasn't really necessary...I was never gonna back off at this stage...but I guess he was still uncertain I'd go through with it. Dad had told me more than once that boys like me were rare and precious. "Lots of boys your age get good at cocksucking" he'd said one night after I'd swallowed everything he gave me "...but a true convert is rare even with boys 5 years older than you. Cum is an acquired taste, even for adults..I didn't swallow a boys load until I was 16...but you're a natural, Danny boy...a real natural" It made me purr with pride then, and still gives me satisfaction. Most guys get super excited at the idea of a kid my age taking sperms in the mouth...even if quite a few like to see it on my face too. I don't mind that either, so long as I've got the ever ready wet wipes handy...going home or to school with streaks of pearly cum on my chin or lips isn't socially acceptable, even these days? Anyway, that wasn't going to happen this fine morning. The fingers tightening in my tousled fair hair were going to make sure of that, even if they were unnecessary. I braced myself as the head of his bone hard cock pulsed inside my mouth. "Ahhh...it's...I'm coming...take it...take it?" he gasped in a strangled tone as hot cum filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly, using my lips, tongue and throat to milk him. Five times he jerked upwards, moaning loudly as I worked him. Again and again I swallowed and lapped at his cock until the jets slowed to a dribble. His hand relaxed and slipped from my head onto his stomach. I know how sensitive a man's cock is right after a powerful orgasm, so I gently stroked his shaft with light fingers and barely touched his cock head with my tongue as I cleaned him thoroughly. I looked up to see his eyes staring at me with a look I was familiar with. Surprise mixed with happiness, a satisfied customer, even though he had no idea this was the first time I'd tested my skills outside of the 'family' as it were. "That was hands down, the best blow job I've had in my life, Danny boy" he grinned "....and I've had my cock sucked on 3 continents by amateurs and pros. If I could smuggle you home with me, my wife would definitely benefit from lessons from you. If I ever get lucky enough to cum in her mouth, she runs to the bathroom with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp?" I laughed with him. It shouldn't have come as a surprise thar a guy like this was married I suppose. Most of my current punters are... A few swipes with my ever present wet wipes and my shiny lips were clean. The guy adjusted himself and zipped up, still with a satisfied smile on his face. I was just buzzing with pure accomplishment. OK, blowing Matty had been the peak of my ambition up until that day and on reflection, it had been a hel of a risk, just going off with some random to have sex, but it still hit all my buttons. Except one of course. I still had a hard on which just wouldn't quit. I could see the man eyeing it as he tidied himself up. Finally he spoke. "Uh...I'd like to take care of that properly for you Danny...but " he looked at his watch and I shrugged. My dad would always make sure I was satisfied, but I could hardly expect Mr Respectable, now his own orgasm was done, to get down and finish me off, could I? I resigned myself to a quick wank in the school toilets before class, to release the tension. But he had other ideas. "...but I can give you a...uh, hand...if you keep a look out? he grinned. I nearly broke my zip getting the shorts open and my pants down. I give him his due...Mr Respectable he might have been. But with a warm hand grasping me firmly and his mouth by my ear, whispering obscenities about just what he'd do to me if he had time...(it involved handcuffs, a double bed and that impressive cock doing things inside me I'd only seen on screen before. Remember, Dad was a way off educating my rear end at that time) it didn't take long...a minute, maybe? I arched up like a bow, tension making my whole body vibrate. As his thumb stroked the tip and the rest of his hand moving maddeningly slowly, I came as hard as I ever had, in a hand or mouth. There was no need for wet wipes afterwards, unlike his own climax, but I'm pretty sure mine was just as epic. After I'd dressed again, he reached over the front seat and took something from his briefcase. I didn't see what until we arrived back at the toilet block where my bike was still hiding in the cubicle. "I meant what I said, Danny" he said as I began to grope for the door handle. "Hands down the best blow job ever. Look..." He opened his hand and offered me a business card. The writing on it, apart from his name, was in a language I didn't understand, but he flipped it over to show a pen written phone number on the back. "...my private cell phone number. I come here at least every other month. Usually stay in the Holiday Inn the other end of the beach. If you want to do this again...but somewhere a bit more comfortable...give me a call, or just text? Anyway, it's been great kid. £40 enough?" I'd not even imagined getting paid for what I'd just done, up till then. £40? Hell, that's more than I get doing the chores and cleaning cars for a whole month! "That's fine..." I managed to say as the passenger door swung open. He tucked two crisp £20's in the top pocket of my school shirt and grinned at my shocked expression. "Worth every penny Danny. In fact it was a bargain. You have a rare talent kid..." I got out, still stunned but that wore off as I watched his grey Mercedes speed away . There was still time enough to get to breakfast club, have some sausage, eggs and beans, then daydream through Mr Edwards geography class about what I can get with my £40 windfall. But as I cycled slowly towards the school gate, I crammed two Juicy Fruits into my mouth. Just in case Matty was waiting for me to arrive. Of all my school friends, he was definitely the one who would know what that strange aroma on my breath was XXX More from Danny (and Matty) soon, where the plot thickens and Danny's older friend gets a bit more adventurous now he's broken his duck... Thanks for popping by. I hope you enjoyed this little side track. Back to the main story next. Comments and criticism welcome. But remember, I'm not a professional.... Nik.