Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 06:14:08 -0500
From: 1967author@gmail.com
Subject: My Cousin Danny Part Three

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My "Cousin" Danny (Part Three)

	When I woke up the next morning, Sally was gone, and Danny was in
the basement working out. I grabbed two waters and headed to the down.

	Danny was in red shorts and nothing else. He was flat on his back,
working out his chest. His muscles were engorged and covered in a light
sweat. It was clear he was not wearing underwear, as I could see the
outline of his dick through his nylon shorts. He was big, even soft.

	It was almost 11 when he greeted me, "Good morning, Sleepy Head."

	"Good morning."

	"A little extra tired this morning?"

	"A little," I said, as I sat down on the edge of a chair and
watched Danny return to his workout. His muscles glistened as he did
incline, decline, and flat bench. I could not take my eyes off of him, and
I got hard watching him. If he looked at me, he surely noticed my interest,
as I never met his eyes. I just stared at his body, especially his crotch.

	"Feeling like a man this morning?" he asked.

	"I'm not sure that's what I'd call it."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I dunno. I'm just not sure about what happened."

	"What are you unsure about?"

	"I don't know. I'm just not sure I wanted to fuck Sally. I feel
weird about it."

	"Would you have preferred to fuck me?"

	I was stunned by the question. I did not know how to answer. I just
looked at Danny and raised my eyebrows, feeling vulnerable and completely
exposed.

	He answered my raised eyebrows. "Look, I'm not stupid. I see you
staring at me. I see you watching my dick. I watched you watch Bobby as you
jacked him. And, I know you liked when I fucked your legs last night."

	"Yeah, well . . . . " my voice trailed off. I had no idea what to
say. So, I got up, and headed upstairs to my room. I closed the door, tried
to calm myself down, and got in the shower. When I got out, Danny was
gone. He had left a note that I was to leave a note if I left and he would
be back at 5 or so.

	I had nothing to do, so I watched baseball's Game of the Week. It
did not involve the Cardinals, so I was quickly bored. I resolved my
boredom by jacking off. As I did, I thought of Danny fucking my legs from
the night before, of the sweat on his chest that morning, of the sight of
his dick through his red shorts. When I came, I ate the cum off my hand,
imagining it was Danny's cum on Sally's and stomach from the night before.

	When Danny got home, he had frozen pizzas and more beer. He was
only 18, so I had no idea how he got beer. He had probably just smiled at a
checkout girl and tilted his head just so. If he had done that to me, I'd
have given him the beers.

	Danny called me into the kitchen as he unpacked the groceries. "How
are you doing?"

	"I'm fine."

	"Just fine?"

	"Yep. Just fine."

	"Look, little man, I'm sorry if you did stuff last night you didn't
want to do. I thought I was doing you a solid getting you laid. When I was
your age, that's all I wanted. When Sally said she'd be into it, I pushed
the go button. I'm sorry if you weren't ready. I should've talked to you
about it and not just sprung it on you." He paused, looked at me, and
continued, "Can I ask you something?"

	"Sure."

	"Are you into dudes?"

	Danny's question terrified me. It was 1990, and it was not okay to
be gay, especially in our blue collar town. If I was and anyone found out,
I'd be ostracized and, maybe, at risk.

	He sensed my fear and tried to calm it, "You can trust me. I won't
tell anyone. If you're gay you're gay."

	"I'm not sure."

	"How can you not be sure?"

	"I don't have any experience. How can you know if you like a pizza
if you've never tried pizza?"

	"You jacked Bobby."

	"That hardly counts."

	Danny smiled at me. He pivoted to food, popping two pizzas in the
oven and opening two beers, handing me one. We did not talk much as we ate
on the living room floor and popped "Raising Arizona," my all-time favorite
movie, into the VCR.

	When we were done, I cleaned up and got us more beers. Danny was
putting pot in a bong when I got back to the living room. He nodded at me
and said "you'll like it this way better."

	I was not sure I wanted to smoke any more pot. But, I also did not
want Danny to think I was a tool, or any more of a tool than he already
thought I was.

	Danny took a long hit off the bong and passed it to me. He told me
how to position my lips, helped with the flame, and I choked through a long
drag. He was right, the bong was easier than the cigarette. I was quickly
high.

	I sat back on the couch. Danny was beside me, still in his t-shirt,
jeans, and Chuck Taylors. I made a point to touch my leg to his, and he did
not pull it away. Instead, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch.

	"What are you doing?"

	"I think we should find out if you're gay," he said as he pressed
my hand onto his hardening dick. Danny unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans
and pulled his dick out. I put my hand around it. It was thick. I moved my
hand up and down it a couple of times. Danny explained that I should grip
it tighter and move the skin, not slide my hand loosely over the skin. I
did as he explained, and it seemed much better. Just as I was getting into
it, Danny stood up, stepped out of his jeans, pulled his t-shirt over his
head, and laid down in the middle of the living room floor.

	I was stunned and little helpless. Danny looked at me, looked down
his body, looked back at me and said "have at it."

	I said, "I don't know what to do."

	Danny said, "Okay, I'll drive. Take off your clothes."

	I did as I was told. I stripped and stood in front of Danny nude
and hard. Danny told me to lay down, and I did. Danny then moved over me.

	He asked, "Have you ever been kissed properly?"

	"I don't know. I've kissed a few girls, but it was nothing to write
home about."

	"This will be. Start with your mouth closed, open it slowly, and
then just let your tongue work with mine. Once we get going, get more
aggressive."

	Danny lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me, forcing his tongue
into my mouth.  I was quickly lost in the kiss. Danny was skilled, and he
teased my tongue with his, speeding up and slowing down. As we kissed,
Danny lowered his body onto mine. Danny was bigger than I was (6 feet to 5
feet 7 inches), so we were not dick to dick; his dick was below mine and
between my legs, and my dick was against his stomach.

	We kissed for a long time before he pulled away. He said, "We can
kiss for as long as you want. I want this night to be better for you than
last night was. So, just tell me when you're ready to move on."

	I responded, "I like the kissing," and Danny lowered his face back
to mine. We kissed again, just as deep and as long as before. While we did,
I let my hands wander over His back and sides. I loved the way his smooth,
hairless skin felt.

	When the second kiss broke, I offered that I was ready to move
on. Danny said, "pay attention to what I do" as he started to move down my
body. He kissed and sucked my neck, my chest, my sides, and my stomach. I
tingled each time his lips or tongue met my flesh.

	Before long, Danny's breath was at my crotch, and his floppy hair
was dangling and tickling my stomach. Danny licked where my crotch met my
leg. Then he licked my balls. Then he licked up the shaft of my dick to the
head, circled it with his tongue, and took me fully into his mouth. I came
as he did. I was 15. I had no dick control. Danny sat up, smiled at me, and
swallowed -- I soon learned -- my cum.

 	Danny moved to the couch, laid down, grabbed his dick, and offered
it to me. I pounced on it, eschewing the kissing and sucking of his torso
and going straight to delivering my first blow job. Danny's head tasted
salty on my tongue. I reminded myself "it's just skin" as I went down as
far as I could, which was not very. Danny started to coach me, including on
how to use my hand to extend my mouth. When I finally figured that out,
Danny used his hand on the back of my head to control my pace. As I got
accustomed to the pace, Danny's hips moved slightly forward as I went down
and then slightly backward as I pulled up.

	"You're doing great. Keep it up just like that."

	Danny removed his hand from my head and let me control the pace. I
instinctively sped up to meet his thrusts. I felt Danny's balls tense and
heard him announce that he was going to come. As I processed what was going
on, I felt Danny thrust into my mouth and my mouth fill with cum. I
swallowed what I could. The rest slid out of the corners of my mouth as
Danny shot another load into it. Again, I swallowed what I could as Danny
shot another load. I kept going until long after Danny was dry. I was
gluttonous until Danny insisted that I stop, his dick too sensitive to take
any more. I sat up.

	Danny's eyelids fluttered and he said, "I think that settles
it. Straight guys can't suck dick like that. You're gay."

	"You sucked my dick. Does that make you gay, too?"

	"No. I was just showing you what to do. I like to fuck and eat
girls. Every once in awhile, I get high and fuck and suck a guy. You
clearly do not like to fuck or eat girls. But, you definitely like to suck
guys. Sorry, dude. You're gay."

	"I may not like to fuck guys."

	"We'll find out shortly," Danny promised as he stood up, grabbed my
hand, and led me up the stairs.