Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 18:44:03 -0700 (PDT) From: David Copperfield Subject: Heavy Metal The minivan stopped at the corner. Mrs. Owen said, "Are you sure you can get home from here?" Danny and his three teammates -- eight-year-olds clad in identical blue shorts and white t-shirts -- hooted. His house was only three houses down the street. Danny scrambled over Tony and Elias and slithered out of the van. He turned and waved to Mrs. Owen. "Thanks, Mrs. Owen. I hope Coach gets better soon." "I'm sure he will. I think it was just stomach flu or something he ate." The coach of the peewee soccer team had fallen to his knees and vomited on the field a few minutes before practice was to start. One mother drove him to the hospital (with a towel in his lap in case of emergencies). Each of the other two mothers who had come to watch was to drop off two to four team members at their respective homes. Danny was the first. "Be sure to go right home now, Danny," Mrs. Owen admonished. She felt confident she need not escort him to the door. His mother would be home. She always was, at this time of the afternoon. But this time she wasn't. Danny realized that even before he got out of the van because he could see no car in their driveway. But he saw no reason to put Mrs. Owen to the trouble of taking him home and maybe having to wait for his mother. So he waved her off and turned down the street toward his house. "Alone!" he chuckled. "I'm gonna be home alone!" For a moment he pictured himself fighting off robbers like the kid in his favorite movie but he knew that was silly so he thought about something else he could do. He could watch the video, alone in his room and not having to worry that his mom might peek in. Danny had bought the video, 'Heavy Metal', for fifty cents at a garage sale. He saw it was a cartoon but he'd never heard of it so he thought it would be fun to try. It was. But in a way he hadn't anticipated. It was a weird story, all about an evil green sphere that comes out of nowhere and disintegrates everyone who touches it. Every one but one, that is. A scrawny, nerdy teenager touches it and gets transformed into a giant baldheaded muscle man. He saves a girl from being sacrificed to some idol and then... and then he and the girl get naked and he lies on her and he does something -- Danny wasn't sure just what they were doing but watching them gave him a tingly feeling. He watched the rest of the movie once (the guy did the same thing with the queen but it wasn't as tingly as the first one) and after that he went back to the first naked scene and watched it a few more times. He wanted to see it again the next day but he knew it was naughty and he didn't want his mom to come into his room and see him watching it. He had the same problem the next day and the next. He found himself thinking of the scene at school, wriggling at his desk and wondering: what were that man and that woman doing? He had thought about asking his 12-year-old brother Harry but instantly dismissed the idea. He and Harry didn't get along. Harry would order him around and pinch him on the arm if he didn't obey. He wouldn't let Danny near any of the cool stuff in his room -- wouldn't allow him in his room at all most of the time -- but he would stride into Danny's room without knocking any time he wanted. And his idea of 'roughhousing' was to pin Danny down and rub his face in the carpet. So Harry was not a person to ask favors from. Danny would have to look elsewhere. He was still thinking about that when he entered his room. He went at once to the neat stack of DVDs on a shelf beside the TV. He had taken care the past three days to stack them all neatly so his mom would have no reason to rummage through them. He had placed 'Heavy Metal' on the bottom. Danny knelt down and picked up the stack, all but the last one. The last one was 'Toy Story 3'. He dropped the next one on top of it: 'The Secret of Nimh'. He dropped each successive one on top of the new stack with ever-increasing urgency. All were cartoons or action films or nature documentaries. All sweet, all warm and fuzzy and not a naked scene in any of them unless you counted penguins. Danny was thunderstruck. He strewed the whole lot out on the floor and examined them all at once. Could Mommy have found it? He began to break out in a cold sweat and then... Harry. It was Harry. He was the only one that would sneak into my room and grab my stuff. (I'm surprised he even put the stack back neatly. Did he think I wouldn't notice it was missing?) Danny stood up with his teeth clenched, fists balled and fire in his eyes. He marched down the hall to his brother's room and flung the door open, ready to attack the thief. But he halted at the doorway. The first thing he saw was his video on the TV screen. But it wasn't running. It was stopped at Danny's favorite scene. He heard a gasp and turned to see his brother regarding him with shock on his face. His pants and underwear were bunched at his ankles and... Danny had never seen an erect penis before. (Not even his own, though he would sometimes hold it while he was falling asleep.) Harry's was _huge_! And it was standing up and he had his hand on it. Wow. "What are you doing here, you little punk!" Harry shouted. "You're supposed to be playing soccer!" Danny was about to explain about the coach but instead he got a wicked gleam in his eye and asked. "What are _you_ doing there? And why are you looking at the naked scene while you do it?" For a moment Harry seemed on the point of jumping off the bed and attacking his kid brother. (Danny thought he could get away; he was pretty sure Harry would trip on his pants and fall flat.) But he didn't. He just lay there with his penis slowly wilting, and thought. "So you like the naked scene, do you, little brother?" He asked in a gently teasing voice. Danny was wary. Harry's suddenly sweetened tone reminded Danny of scenes in cartoons where the serpent or the spider was trying to lure a victim within range. "Uh... yeah. I like it. But I don't know what that man and that lady are doing together." "You really want to know?" Harry's voice was more normal, less scary now. Danny nodded. "Lock the door first. Mom is supposed to be out for another two hours but..." Danny understood perfectly: why take chances? He locked the door. His brother beckoned him over. Danny approached hesitantly, ready to turn and run. But Harry just moved over and patted the bed beside him. Danny sat down and hoped for the best. "What do you think they are doing lying naked on top of each other?" "I dunno. that's what I'm asking you to tell me," Danny answered reasonably. He noticed Harry's penis was softening and shrinking and lying on his belly. He wished it would stand up again. He hadn't had enough time to inspect it. "See if you can figure it out. Imagine that's you, lying on top of a woman -- or maybe not a woman, maybe a little girl, someone in your class that you like." Danny gulped and blushed. He liked Susie, liked her a lot. But he sure hadn't thought about lying naked on top of her. He thought about it now. Harry could see he was thinking. "Well? What would you do?" "I dunno. Maybe...kiss her, if she wanted to." "So you're lying there on top of her, naked and kissing. Now what?" Now the penis was starting to grow again. Danny was tempted to reach over and feel it but he was afraid Harry would punch him. He tried to think: what should I do? I'm lying on Susie and we're kissing and...maybe we're _really_ kissing, with our mouths open the way a fifth-grader told us big boys and girls do. He said they even put their tongues in each other's mouths. Yuck. Nasty. I wonder what it would feel like to do that with Susie? He heard Harry chuckle and turned to watch him. The penis was growing again and Harry was holding it in his right hand. His left was pointing at Danny's pants and he was grinning. "See, little bro, your little one is stiff too!" Danny reached down and felt himself. Wow. Stiff. Stiffer than he could ever remember. He clutched it through his pants. Harry smiled. "Ready for your lesson?" Danny nodded warily. "First lesson: let's see what you've got. Take your pants off." Danny hesitated. This was getting really naughty. He glanced again at the screen: naughty. He inspected his brother's penis, now at full attention and beginning to leak. Naughty. Danny made his decision. With a single tug he swept his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. He was as bare and as stiff as his brother. But nowhere near as big. And he wasn't leaking. "What's that stuff?" Danny asked, pointing to the shiny smear on the head of his brother's erection. Harry smiled and scooped a small glob onto his finger. "Good stuff. Really helps. Try some!" Harry leaned over and reached around his still-seated little brother. He slathered the glob onto Danny's penis, then guided the smaller boy's hand onto it and moved it gently up and down. Danny didn't know what was happening but he didn't want to stop. He had never felt anything like this. But something still puzzled him. "Is this what they were doing? Rubbing each other's wieners? But girls don't even have wieners!" Harry chuckled. "Their wieners aren't wieners exactly but they can make themselves feel good too. But that's not what they are doing in the video." "What then?" "You can't tell Mom about any of this, you know. I'll kill you if you do!" Danny was unfazed. "I haven't even told Mom about the video! That's why it was on the bottom of the pile!" Harry nodded. He was still using his right hand to guide Danny's so he had to stroke himself with his left. Danny noticed. "You can do yourself if you want. I think I know what to do now." "Come here and lie down beside me." Danny was happy to comply. Now he could watch his big brother stroke his big penis right in front of his face. He rolled over to face Harry and their penises briefly touched. Danny shuddered. Not from fear. But he whispered more urgently: "Tell me what they were doing. Please!" Harry reached over and pulled Danny on top of him. It felt weird -- lying there on his brother, both of them naked from the waist down, Harry's engorged penis poking into his belly while his own small erection was nestled in the soft flesh of his brother's scrotum. Harry hugged him gently and began slowly to slide up and down on his body. He slid smoothly on the film of fluid Danny had noticed leaking from his penis. Danny hugged him and started sliding too. Mmmm.... that felt good on his whole lower body. On impulse he swept off his shirt and tugged at Harry's to do the same. It was time for both of them to be naked like the pair in the video. Harry pulled off his own shirt with a grin and gave Danny a little kiss, right on the mouth. Weirder and weirder. When both boys were naked Harry gently rolled them over. Now on top, he slid down a few inches till his penis was lodged between Danny's thighs. He continued his slow sliding and slipped his forefinger between them to rest on Danny's well-moistened little spike. He hugged tighter and sped up his thrusts. Up, down, smooth on the little lad's thighs. He reached under and grasped Danny's buttocks, inducing him to match the rhythm of his pumping. Suddenly Danny got it. "_This_ is what they're doing!" He grinned and hugged and returned Harry's kiss. Harry had opened his mouth just a crack and Danny instinctively did the same. To Danny's surprise and momentary shock he felt the tip of Harry's tongue slip between his lips. As it did so Harry increased his pace. Now he was pumping harder -- not so hard as to be uncomfortable, just hard enough to be exciting. Danny didn't know where this was going but he wanted, really wanted, to find out. "I'm going to squirt some stuff on you," Harry panted. "More of that smooth stuff?" Danny was wriggling with delight. He didn't know what felt better: the excitement of their naked bodies in contact or the exquisite sensation his brother's finger was producing on his slippery little organ. "No, it's different. It will spurt out all at once. Want to see it?" "Yes! Please! Will I spurt too?" "No, you aren't old enough to spurt. But you'll get the good feeling just the same." Harry rolled them both over till they were lying on their sides facing each other. Harry took Danny's hand, placed it on the head of his own penis and slid it up and down with a slight swirl. He used his thumb and two fingers to do the same to Danny. "Not too fast. Take your time. Make the fun last." Danny caught on right away. The boys masturbated each other in slow motion for a couple of minutes. Then Harry pulled back a few inches and sped up his stroking. "We're almost there. Do me with both hands now." Danny complied and was awed to see his big brother lose himself to the pleasure Danny was giving him. "Now!" Harry's penis spat a grey glob of goo. It landed high on Danny's chest. He knew he ought to think Yuck! but he was too close to his own climax to care about things like that. Harry kept him at his work, emitting two smaller blobs that landed somewhat lower down on Danny's body. Just as Harry fired his third shot Danny was catapulted into a brand-new realm of delight. Wow! He grabbed Harry's hand and kept it working on himself for almost a minute till he was sure it was all over. Then he lay back down, panting and grinning and examining the blobs on his chest and belly. "That was great! Can we do it again?" "We'd probably have to wait a few minutes and Mom may be coming home any time now. We can do it tonight in bed. But we'll have to wait till Mom goes to sleep. I'll come in and wake you, ok?" "Can we do it _every_ night in bed?" "Maybe. If you want to." Danny nodded vigorously. "But we have to be careful. Mom would be really mad if she caught us." "But... the guy and the girl... how...? I mean, girls don't have a peepee to rub." "Did you ever see a naked girl?" Danny blushed, just a little. "In kindergarten one day...Julie and I showed each other in the broom closet. But she wasn't much fun to look at because there wasn't anything there. Just a crack." Harry smiled. "Did you look closely at the crack?" "Heck no. We only had a minute cuz we were afraid the teacher would catch us." "If you had looked carefully you would have seen two holes in there. One little one for her pee to come out. The other for a penis to go in." Danny gulped. "Inside her?" "Yup. He slides inside her and then starts rubbing like I was doing between your legs. It's called fucking." Danny's mouth dropped open. "So that's what fucking means? I thought it was just a dirty word that kids aren't supposed to say or they get their mouth washed out with soap." Harry laughed. "Does anyone still do that? I thought that was old-fashioned talk, to scare kids." "Maybe it is but every time Tommy says a bad word his mother says she's gonna do it." "What bad words does he say? And has she ever really done it?" "Sometimes he says 'shit' or 'piss' or 'stink'. His mom looks over at the soap dish and Tommy has to say he didn't mean it." "'Stink' is a dirty word?" "It is in Tommy's house." "Then when you have to shit or piss in Tommy's house be careful not to leave a stink!!" Danny laughed. "Can I fuck in Tommy's house?" "Does Tommy have a sister?" "Yeah, but she's old. I think she's seventeen." Harry gestured toward the screen where the naked figures were frozen in the act. "You got excited watching her, didn't you? She's probably older than seventeen." "Yeah, but so is he. Well, maybe not -- he was just a kid before that sphere changed him into a superguy -- but he's a superguy now so he's big enough to fuck a big girl. I'm not." "How old a girl would suit you?" Harry asked mischievously. Danny thought for a long moment before answering. "Hmm. I didn't even know about fucking till now. I'd have to think. But maybe one about my age." "Any one in particular?" The mischievous expression grew more so. Danny blushed. "Um... maybe Susie?" "Who's Susie?" "A girl in my class. We're friends, sort of. I mean we talk and play sometimes." "Play how?" Harry's face had got so mischievous that Danny hardly recognized him. "Not _that_ way! You know, play. Like on the swings or maybe drawing stuff together. Not...like you and I were playing." Just then they heard the front door close. Mom was home. They scrambled into their clothes. Harry turned off the TV. "I'll keep the DVD for now. Mom never searches my stuff. We can watch it together next time. OK?" Danny wasn't totally happy with this imposed arrangement but he couldn't very well object. "Don't leave the case out for her to see!" Harry slipped the DVD case into his drawer just before their mother knocked on their door. "Are you boys both in there?" "Yes. Mom." "Start putting your stuff away. Get washed up. Dinner in half an hour." Harry whispered his answer: "We already put our stuff away. We were finished using it -- for now." Danny suppressed a laugh so hard he started to hiccup. --------------------------------------------------------------- Danny lay face up in his bed. Harry had told him just to go to sleep and he would wake him when the coast was clear. But Danny was too excited for that. He put his hand into his pants and held on to his stiff little spike. He was tempted to stroke it but he knew Harry could do it better so he just tickled it enough to keep him focused on the fun to come. He wondered whether Harry would want him to get naked again. He decided to make it easier by shucking his pants. He left his shirt on in case Mom came in to check on him. Would they lie on each other again or would they just give each other the good feeling by hand? Both ways were fun. Danny's mind wandered to what Harry had told him about fucking. He thought back to his brief view of Jenny three years earlier. He wished now he had taken a better look. He had only got a brief view; they had lowered underpants, inspected each other's secret parts and covered them again in seconds. He wished she had opened her legs to give him a better look at the crack. He imagined how she would look naked...no, not Jenny, he barely remembered her face. It was Susie he pictured now. He closed his eyes and imagined how she would look: standing at his bedside, naked, with her legs slightly spread, smiling naughtily at him. She reached down and touched his stiff penis with her soft litle hand. Then she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sitting on his legs with her crack right over his penis. She leaned down and kissed him with her mouth open. Then as they were tonguing each other she moved up just enough so that his penis slid into the hole inside her crack. It was so smooth in there: smooth and warm and exciting. Danny started to move, up, down, up, down, on the soft inside of her. He felt something smooth tickling his penis on the best spot. He reached down with both hands to stroke Susie's buttocks but he got a surprise: instead of smooth flesh he felt something hard and hairy. He opened his eyes and saw he was holding onto a curly-haired head that was slowly bobbing on his crotch. Harry looked up, slipped the penis out of his mouth and grinned. "Like it?" Danny gulped and nodded. He slipped back in and wiggled on his brother's tongue. He grabbed his head and started to pump. It only took a minute for him to explode. He loved the feeling but as he was coming down he wished he had taken longer to get there. He made a mental note to go slower the next time. He had no doubt there would be a next time. And soon. Harry slid up until he lay by Danny's side. His pajamas were still on but Danny could feel his penis poking into his side. He reached over and felt it. "Let's get naked!" he said and doffed his shirt. Harry stripped himself and leaned over to peck Danny's cheek. Danny turned his face and offered his open mouth. Harry took the hint and slipped his tongue inside. After a few moments of tongue-wrestling Danny slid down till he was looking right at his brother's erect organ. It was leaking again. Danny fondled the head and was interested to see more stuff leaking out. He kept playing with it, working up his courage. He tickled it with his tongue. Harry muttered, "Yeah... do it. Please." And Danny did. He slipped the head into his mouth and massaged it gently with his tongue. Harry sighed and ran his hand over Danny's hair. Danny started to pump, slowly. He wanted to make Harry's fun last. He kept swirling his tongue on the head. At each stroke Harry slipped in farther till he was halfway inside. Danny was afraid he might push too far in so he held the shaft. Harry got the point and adjusted his thrusts. On the upstroke he pulled almost all the way out, just touching Danny's lips; on the downstroke he stopped just short of the smaller boy's palate. A few times Danny let it slip all the way out and used his fingers to tickle the head. He was doing that when Harry climaxed. His first squirt bathed the front of Danny's tongue. Harry pumped in so the second and third went right down his brother's throat. The two lay in the same position while Harry's erection slowly shrank, still in Danny's mouth. "That was awesome!" Harry whispered. He glanced at his brother with concern. "Did you mind the taste?" "Well...I wouldn't want it for dessert." Harry gave a conspiratorial grin. "How about for a late-night snack?" Danny grinned back. "Yeah, it's ok for that. Did you ever?" "When I jerk off I catch it in my hand and lick it off. That way I don't mess my pants." "Jerk off? Is that like, doing it with your hand?" Harry nodded. "Yeah. Every kid does that. Only lucky ones get to do it the way we did." "Did you ever do it with another kid?" "At camp last summer there was a Jewish kid named Isaac. We fooled around with each other in the woods and a couple of times in bed. But he said swallowing the juice was against his religion." "Well duh. I bet it's against ours too. Isn't it?" "I dunno. Never heard a preacher say. But Isaac said Jews aren't allowed to eat meat and milk at the same time." Danny broke out laughing and Harry shushed him with his hand. "But you aren't eating the meat, only sucking it." Harry nodded. "That's what I kept telling Isaac. But he didn't dare... not till the last night before camp ended." "What happened then?" Harry adopted a reminiscent expression. "We were doing it upside down. It's called 69. You lie head-to-foot and do each other at the same time." "That sounds cool! Can we do that?" "Maybe sometime when Mom's not home. If she caught us that way...." "Yeah. That would be bad. But doing it right together...that would be cool!" Harry grinned wider. "OK, it's a date. Next time Mom's out." "Did Isaac drink your milk that last night?" "Yeah." "Did you drink his?" "Yeah. He was bigger than me and he squirted lots more. But I got most of it." As he spoke Harry fondled his brother again. The little spike was as stiff as it had been before. Danny moved up and swiped it on Harry's lips. Harry lay flat on his back and lifted Danny by the waist till he was lying on his face. The little boy knew what to do. He slipped inside his brother and started pumping. "I was asleep when you started. I dreamt it was Susie. She was lying on top of me and I was fucking in her crack." Harry chuckled. "Dream all you want but don't tell Susie and don't try to get her to let you do it. You could get us both in real trouble." Danny just grunted. His thrusts were growing more urgent. He grabbed Harry's head to get a better grip. The bed started to squeak. Harry pressed Danny's buttocks to slow him down. Danny understood and slowed almost to a stop. Slow and steady...just a little faster... He felt Harry's hand slide into his crack. Odd, that. But interesting. He was going to ask Harry to push it in a little farther but his orgasm caught him first. He sighed with content. "I love you," he smiled and slid down to kissing position. "Me too. I'm sorry I've been so mean to you. I won't do that again. We're buddies now." "Yeah!" Danny breathed, and he promptly dozed off.