Another Solar Fox Original
Daniel
Daniel was sixteen. He had basically been a loner all his life. His parents never could understand why he never really talked to the boys when he was in high school or looked at the girls. More puzzling to them were his horrible grades he had made while he was there. There was generally no explanation that they could attribute it to. He was always quiet, shy. Never too outspoken even at family gatherings. He'd just nod and say "hi".
In some people's eyes, it probably seemed to take forever for Daniel to come around, to see the light. He wasn't attracted to girls at all. All that makeup and the way they fixed their hair sometimes made him feel strange inside just looking at a girl. And those earrings.. come on!
What Daniel's parents didn't know was that he was really unhappy. He looked at other guys and saw traits that he liked and wished that he had. Finally, in his junior year in high school, it hit him hard. Was he gay? Did.. he really consider these boys he was associating with to be cute? No.. he couldn't stoop to that level. He couldn't handle a "label" of gay. It was just too heavy a cross for him to bear. Still, anytime he would change clothes in the school gym locker, his penis would get hard. It was the only time during the day it would get hard, except maybe at lunch when he sat with his friend, Steve. They always sat across the table from each other and somehow Daniel liked that better, actually because he was more able to look at Steve than if they sat side-by-side.
Daniel was really pretty cute himself. He worked out with weights about once a week, he was nearly six feet tall and he was rather firm all over. When he didn't have on a shirt, his tits nearly weren't even visible they were so small. He also knew he had quite a package.. but he hadn't really put a lot of miles on it. He'd had no desire to. Sometimes he'd just as soon rather it fell off. He'd done it some in his sleep before; but when he woke up it was just as though nothing had happened.. except that he was buried in semen up to his chin. When he did that, he'd smile the next morning, knowing he had done something the night before that was very rare. Vaguely recalling the dreams from time to time, he recollected something about boys in it that were extremely friendly to him.. and in these dreams they had let him do things to them, and they did things to him that really made him feel good. He thought one of them in the dream -- might be Steve. He wasn't sure, but the facial features seemed to appear a little alike.
It was Thursday morning. He went back to school and he was thinking a little about dropping out. He was depressed. He kept seeing Steve at lunch, and everytime he'd talk to Steve, Steve would be all smiles. Happy as a lark, so he seemed. He had even mentioned dropping out to a school counselor, who happened to be a man, and unbeknownst to Daniel, was gay. Mr. Weinhardt, the counselor, was personally worried about Daniel, being a little afraid that since Daniel had told him he had no real friends in school he could relate to, Daniel might possibly resort to suicide. It was just a fear Mr. Weinhardt had.
Daniel fell asleep several times in science. Not that it was any effect (or was it?) but Daniel's seating arrangement in that particular class was around several girls.
He met Steve in the hall after that class. Steve hadn't seen Danny, that was what Steve called him and he was about the only one who did, all that often in the halls because most of Steve's classes were in the other wing of the building.
Daniel threw his books in his locker, it was time for his noon lunch. Danny had never met Steve in the halls before, he had just gotten to the lunchroom before in time to see Steve for about maybe 30 minutes of the 45 that they customarily got to eat. As such, Danny never really got to see Steve except from that same old place, not really his clothing attire or anything else.
Danny walked slowly with Steve, Steve was talking about a hot 'vette, a red one, that his 27-year-old brother had just aquired from an ad in the Savannah newspaper. Now, Danny noticed a couple of things. Steve was smiling again, as he always seemed to do without a care in the world. He was dressed in a tank top, which Danny saw him wear often. But he was wearing ripped, faded 501's.
Danny never had known that. The knees were torn out. He didn't have on a belt; the jeans were so low on his waist that you could see the top of the boy's pubic hairs around his penis; Steve obviously had on NO underwear, nor did he make any attempt to pull them up. Of course, Danny didn't say anything about it. He casually fell back a little to get a view of Steve from the back; they were so low back there that the top of his asscrack was very visible; again evidence of no underwear.
Steve kept mumbling something as they walked toward the lunchroom, but it seemed like silence to Danny. Danny was in deep thought; thinking long and hard if Steve had ever mentioned anything about girls, or anything.. no, right off the top of his head, he never could remember any incident where Steve had brought girls up in any of his conversations.
To be honest, he hadn't.
Steve assumed his usual position at the table, Daniel clumsily assumed his, tripping over a few large feet in the aisle. Steve smiled at Daniel.
"Didn't you hear a word I said?" said Steve.
"Huh?"
"I said, it looks like somethings given you a hardon. Is she pretty?"
Danny could feel his face turn red and his ears burned. "I - I really don't feel all that good today.."
"Oh, come on, you can tell me," Steve sported. "What color is her hair?"
"Blonde," Danny finally said, noting that Steve's hair was blonde.
"Susan Blalock?" Steve said, eyebrows raised. Steve certainly looked cute like that, slowly placing the straw of his milk carton in his mouth and sipping it.
"No!" Daniel denied, being purely honest. Damn, it suddenly occured to Danny, "maybe I was right. Maybe I'm the only one that feels like this." He felt as though Steve could only see it in terms of a straight boy, and suddenly, after seeing Steve like that in the hall a few moments ago, he knew he couldn't fake anything else. Somehow the view of Steve caused him to drop all the shields he was hiding behind and not to be afraid of how any homosexual-oriented word sounded coming out of anyone's mouth. Somehow, Danny saw the essence of beauty in Steve's youthful body more fully than he had ever seen it in anyone before.
Steven Gresham's eyebrows dropped to their original position now as he added some ketchup to his hot dog. "Damn," he uttered, "these chips taste like they're molded.."
Damn, thought Danny again. He's such a bigot. I know he couldn't take it.
Suddenly, Danny couldn't take it. He got up and went to the restroom.
Somehow Steve had seen distress in Danny's somewhat hasty exit out of the lunchroom, and tried to catch up. Steve had begun to become a closer friend now, the school season about half over now, and this was why he had come to Danny's wing of the school; to walk with his friend. They lived in the same part of town too, about two and a half miles apart.
Steve caught up to Daniel in the restroom. Daniel was in a stall with a closed door, pretending to take a shit. Steve knew better.
"Yo.. Danny.."
"What?" Danny managed to say, trying not to let his slightly degraded voice and mood show.
"Was' up? I didn't piss you off, did I man?"
"No.. no you didn't.."
"You.. wanna talk dude? I kinda feel like you're not taking a crap for some reason.."
"You're very observant."
Danny was hurting inside. He was afraid to push Steve into the little world that he was just now discovering. He unzipped his fly from behind the safety of this door, yea it was still hard. He knew that before he unzipped it, he just wanted to prove it to himself. It was as hard right now as it had ever been.
The catch on this door worked, but it was weak. Neither Steve nor Danny knew it, but all it took was a slight push from the other side of it to cause it to open because the school, and in particular this certain door latch, were very old and used. Steve put some of his weight on the door, partly by accident, because he was waiting on his friend to come out of the stall. But now, Danny wasn't so sure if he could keep him as a friend. Steve had mentioned girls..
and one in particular. Even if Danny had been straight, he thought now, Susan Blalock might have been STEVE'S girlfriend. He didn't know, and he almost didn't care now.
Boom! The door popped open with the weight that Steve had applied to it. Steve slipped, fell on the floor at Danny's feet. Danny still had not returned his penis to it's hiding place behind his zipper.
It all happened so quickly. Danny yelled, "are you all right?"
The back of Steven's head came two feet from hitting the lid of the commode in the stall. He had taken a direct hit to his back on the floor, but was fine.
"Yeah dude, I'm okay," Steve said, getting up and dusting his jeans off now. In the excitement, Danny's penis had gone down somewhat, but he was also so upset about the fall that he had still forgotten to zip up.
"Was.. just.. taking a leak," Danny said, fumbling for words, turning toward the commode, straining trying to get the urine to flow, Steve watching.
Danny managed to get a small amount to flow under the strain, flushed and zipped back up. He wanted it to appear as natural as possible. He suddenly realized that he wanted to try to keep this friendship totally intact, if that were now possible.
Danny turned back around now, getting ready to walk out with his "friend", hoping that Steve would forget all about it after that fall. Danny's eyes suddenly flew open like window shades.
Steve had his dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. It was long, at least it was to Danny, and right now it was hard. "You don't like girls, do ya Danny?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I can tell. I don't.. really like them either."
"Steve, why.. do you have your dick out?"
"Calm down, Danny, it's okay. So, you're gay.. big deal! There's nothing wrong with that! Come on, you didn't have to pee.."
"Well, not really.."
"Fine! That's not any big deal," Steve said, leading Danny back into the "fall stall."
"Can.. I see yours again, Danny?" Steve said, leaving his dick out.
"Sure.." Danny replied, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his nice, uncut cock.
Steve felt of it now, and it seemed to harden at just the mere touch of Steve's hand. "Hot damn!" Steve exclaimed.
Consequently, Danny reached over and felt of Steve's dick too. It was real hot, like Danny's had felt sometimes, and hard.
Danny suddenly lost all sense of fear. "Can.. I see the rest of your body, Steve?"
"Sure!" Steve said, unsnapping his 501's and letting them fall to the floor. Damn, Danny thought. It looks good. He didn't look that much different from his own body. "But," said Steve, "now you'll have to show me yours, too!"
"No problem!" said Danny, unsnapping his jeans and pulling down his jockeys.
"By the way," Danny said, finding bravery where there was none before, "where's your underwear dude?"
"At home. I never wear it.. it.. cramps me up too much. You should try it.. it lets your body breathe better."
Breathe better? Whatever, thought Danny.
Steve felt of his own dick, while looking and feeling of Danny's. He was jacking off right there in front of Danny! Soon, Steve came too, and shot it all over the wall of the stall. Some fired up on Steve's chest before he finally stopped cumming.
"My God!" Danny exclaimed.
"What? I just came, that's all!"
"I know.. it's just.. I have trouble doing that, that's all.."
"Well, get dressed, we just got fifteen minutes left to go eat. And Danny, come on over to my house this afternoon... I'll give you a few lessons..."
Danny was never glum again.