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Danny's First Love, part two
By Anthony Scordato
The next morning I woke when his alarm sounded. I slept great. Usually, when he'd get up in the morning, he'd get out of bed to his left so that he'd walk straight into his bathroom. All I'd see was his beautiful naked butt. But, that morning, he got up on the right side of the bed facing me. He stood and stretched. His cock was hard and pointing to the ceiling. I wondered what it might feel like to suck on. He looked down at me and then pulled the covers off the bed. I lay there with my rock hard cock resting on my stomach.
"Ah, morning wood. Don't you just love having a cock? What a great way to wake up. Get up."
What a great way to wake up, I thought, seeing his hard cock just a couple a feet from me. Am I dreaming?
I got up and followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Again, I hesitated, but he held the door. He held his cock and peed against the shower wall. I did the same. He soaped up. I soaped up. He started masturbating facing me. I started masturbating facing him. He turned off the shower, stepped close to me and said, "Come on me."
I stared at him. This has to be a dream.
"So I've showered with my girlfriend. One time she said she wanted to watch me jerk off. So we're in the shower and I started jerking off. She stood there and watched. So when I came I shot my load on her."
"Cool." I thought, Oh God, please say you're going to shoot your load on me.
"AH, no. She said it was gross."
"Gross? Why would it be gross?"
"That's what I said and then she said, oh and wouldn't you think it was gross if some guy came on you? I said, I come on myself all the time. She said, but you wouldn't let another guy come on you, would you? See, she has this thing that if I want her to do something I have to do it too."
"Like what?"
"I wanted her to give me a blow job and I told her that since I eat her pussy that's the same thing. So she sucked my dick and then stopped. It was terrible. They say blowjobs are fantastic if someone knows what they're doing. She doesn't. I told her I wanted to come in her mouth. She got angry and said I would never let anyone come in my mouth. So I jerked off and then licked up my cum."
"Wow. Did she then let you come in her mouth?"
"NO. Pissed me off."
We never stopped masturbating.
"Have you ever tasted your cum?" he asked.
"Yeah. It's my protein shake."
He laughed.
"You really want me to come on you?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want to see if it grosses me out."
I moaned as I stroked my cock. He put his hand on my ball and gently ran his fingers over my scrotum. "I love how that feels when I'm jerking off," he whispered.
My legs shook. We were both looking down at my cock, which was inches from his stomach. "Fuck," I moaned and shot my load. We watched as eight shots of thick white cum hit his abs and junk. He took my cock and rubbed my cock head against his stomach wiping off the last drop of my cum.
I was breathing hard. My legs kept shaking even after I stopped coming. He placed his hand on my shoulder to steady me.
"You grossed out?" I asked between breaths.
"Not even a little. She's nuts."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"No. Wouldn't make a difference anyway."
"Come on me. I want to see if I get grossed out."
He began stroking his cock using my cum. I moved close to him. My dick was still hard. It touched his leg. I ran my fingers over his scrotum. "Fuck, yeah," he moaned. As he stroked, he ran his cock head over my pubes and stomach. We both stared down at his cock, which was pointed up at us when he shot his load. His cum shot over my chest and hit my chin and then neck. The rest was all over my chest.
I ran my fingers through his cum as he gathered himself. "Why would anyone think that's gross?" I said, wanting to lick up every bit of it. "I like to watch you come and the way it feels hitting me."
"Fucking got me," he said. "It's cum, not bird shit." He looked at me and smiled. He turned on the shower. We soaped up again. "Then I told her I wanted to come on her face and she got really pissed at me. I knew it would piss her off. She said it's degrading."
"What. Why?"
"Chick shit. I told her she could come on my face."
"Do girls come?"
He smiled at me. "Not like that. They don't squirt across the room."
I laughed. "Well, next time you can come on my face," I blurted out and then felt a pulse of anxiety shoot through my body.
"Really." He smiled. We stepped out of the shower. "Well, I won't do to you what I wouldn't let you do to me."
"I thought that was your girlfriends rule."
"Yeah but it's a good rule. So if I'm going to come on your face, then you're going to have to come on mine."
I was wondering if he was joking. "Have to? Fuck, I'd be happy to come on yours."
"I'm sure you would."
I chuckled.
As we dressed, I wondered if he was just kidding with me. Did he think I was a freak to let someone come on my face? Did he just say that so that I wouldn't feel like a doofuss for saying what I said? Fuck, I thought. I have to be more careful about what I say.
We had breakfast and then his mom drove us to school. I sat quietly. She dropped us off a couple of blocks from the school to avoid the line of cars. Walking toward the school he said, "You're being quiet. You still okay?"
"Stop with the okay thing. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You're fourteen. I just worry."
"You're fifteen. And what are you worrying about anyway?"
Silence.
"Ryan."
"Look, I know you and I are best of friends. And I know you like making me happy." He hesitated. "Danny, I will always be your friend. I worry that maybe you'd do stuff that you might not want to do, just to make me happy. If you say you don't want to do something, we'll still be friends."
"I won't do stuff I don't want to do. Does it seem like I am?"
"No, but you've never done stuff with a guy. I mean since puberty. And I've been doing it since before I can remember. "
"What do you mean?"
Silence.
Just then we spotted two of the three guys who bullied me.
"Look, if you run into them just keep walking and ignore them. If they give you any shit at all I want to hear about it." I didn't respond. "Danny. Promise me."
I sighed.
"If you don't tell me and I hear about it, we're not jerking off anymore."
"Okay, I'll tell you. So, we're going to jerk off again?"
He laughed. I laughed.
I did see them at school and they just walked by me and ignored me. I ignored them. I went to the football game that night. We won and Ryan made two touchdowns. Damn, he always looked great in those pants. I went to all his home games and some of the away games if I could get a ride. His parents never went to any of them. When he came off the field, he'd always glance up into the stands. When he'd spotted me, he'd wave. I felt tingly all over and waved back.
I did meet him at his house Monday for my first workout session. "Okay," he said in this teacher like voice. "Get undressed except for you shoes and underwear."
"Why?" I said, taking off my sweatshirt.
He turned on an electric heater his father had installed in the garage. "I want to make sure you are doing what I want you to do. I have to see what muscles you're using."
I chuckled. "Muscles? Me?"
He began taking off his tee shirt and sweat pants. Soon all he had on were his boxer briefs and shoes. I stared at him. That tingly feeling happened again. He stood there staring at me, waiting. I undressed.
"Okay, now stand at my side." I moved. "Put you fingers on these muscles here." I did what he said. He began to curl the weights. "You can feel the muscles I'm using?"
"Yes."
"Now watch if I move my grip a bit. See how I engage different muscles?"
"Yeah, wow. Okay."
"Well, when you lift I'm going to put my fingers on what muscles I want you to use. As you tire, you'll tend to want to move your grip so that you engage other muscles but I don't want you to do that. If you do I'm going to squeeze your balls."
I laughed. "That might be nice."
"No it won't, I promise you."
He handed me the weights. "Okay, they're going to be heavy for you, but I want you to do your best." He stood in front of me and put his hands on me. "Now," he said.
I did eight reps and then he started poking my arms. "You're moving. Don't."
"It's getting hard."
"Good. Just try to stay with it until you can't anymore, but don't shift your stance or grip."
We worked out for over an hour, taking turns. I had my hands on his body as he lifted so that I could see and feel the actual muscles that were working. Then he put his hands on mine. When we finished I hurt.
"Okay," he said. "So today we did arms, legs and back. Tomorrow we'll give that a rest."
"Cool. Then we'll work out on Wednesday?"
"No, cock bite. Tomorrow we work shoulders chest and gluts and abs. And if you think you're hurting today, just wait."
"Cock bite," I said. He laughed.
He looked at his watch. "We have time for a short run. Get dressed and let's go."
"You did good," he said as we ran.
"My legs feel like rubber."
"You'll be even worse tomorrow. But no pain no gain."
"Eat me."
"We'll talk about that sometime."
"What does that mean?"
"Just joking." He smiled. " Maybe."
We worked out Monday-Thursday. That Friday was their last game. They won.
When football season was over, we worked out five days a week and ran after each workout. But we hadn't jerked off together since that first time. I thought about suggesting it, but I was too afraid that he'd think or figure out that I was gay. I just hoped he'd suggest it.
On holidays, my mom and I would drive to San Francisco where her brother and wife lived. They'd invite friends from their childhood. Typically, we'd spend two or three nights there. She had mentioned that we'd be driving to SF on Wednesday afternoon for Thanksgiving and driving back on Saturday.
That night I lay in bed, jerking off running the video I had stored in the hard drive of my brain of Ryan and I jerking off together. After I came, I lay there, as I did almost every night, trying to figure out a way for it to happen again. I had a plan. The Murrays are from a large family and Kristen and her boyfriend were coming home for Thanksgiving. Their house would be full of family and people usually sleep over. Since our house was usually empty, Ryan house sat for us and slept in my room.
At breakfast, I said to my mother, "I'll come to San Francisco for one holiday, but I want to stay here for two."
"One, two - What are you talking about?"
"Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's. You know it's no fun for me, really. I like seeing Uncle Chris and Aunt Ashley but the rest of those people are your friends and the only kids there are like in elementary school or college and I have to sleep on the floor."
"You can't stay here alone."
"Ryan stays here. I'll stay with him."
"You've got to come for Thanksgiving and Christmas. You can't sit here for Thanksgiving."
"No. I'm sure Mrs. Murray has room for one more at dinner. I mean we're like family to them."
"I can't ask them to feed you."
"I'll tell them I'm not going to San Francisco for Thanksgiving and that you are and you know she'll say that I should come over for dinner."
I continued eating my breakfast. She drank her coffee and stared at me. "I'm sorry you don't enjoy yourself there, but holidays are for family and you're my family."
"It's not that. I enjoy seeing them, but it's Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year and they're just weeks apart."
She sighed. "Maybe I'll stay here and I can make us Thanksgiving dinner."
"Are you serious. I don't think they make turkey in a box or can."
"You're such an asshole."
"Am I wrong?"
"No, but you're still and asshole."
"Fine, so I'm staying here for Thanksgiving and New Year's and coming with you for Christmas."
"No. You can stay here for New Year, but you're coming with me for Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's that or nothing."
I agreed. I was sure it would be a straight across the board `no way', so getting New Year was a big break.
We lifted weights and ran Mon-Thursday nights and Saturdays. Friday and Sunday were days of rest because he went out with Jane on Friday and Saturday nights. I wanted to jerk off with him again, but was too nervous to mention it. I tried to drop hints but he either wasn't into it or they were much too subtle. Each time I'd get up the courage to mention it, he seemed to know what I had in mind because he would start talking about his girlfriend.
I did go to San Francisco for Thanksgiving. When I returned I could tell that he slept in my bed. I could smell his delicious body aroma on my pillow and sheets. I jerked off with my face buried in my pillow.
When Christmas break was just days away, while jogging one Monday night, I mentioned to him that I would be staying home for New Year and that I thought we could both stay at my house if he didn't mind. "Not at all," he said. "When will she be leaving?"
"Well, she goes on the 30th to avoid all that crazy traffic on the 31st and comes home on the 2nd to avoid traffic."
"Okay, cool. So I'll be staying three nights." I nodded. "Well, I'll be going out for New Year's Eve, but I'll stay that night too."
"Cool." I felt my face warm with anticipation. I wasn't sure I could make it until then.
"Before we go on Christmas break you know you have to go to the gym and sign up for the track team."
"Ah, I don't know."
"Look, Danny. I doubt that you'll make the team your freshman year, but you'll work out with the team and learn how to work out so you can race next year. And you'll get down the techniques for the long jump."
"Ah,"
"In case you need incentive, I thought that if you do sign up, I'd give you a hand job as a reward," he said and chuckled.
"What's a hand job?"
We looked at each other as we kept our pace. He stared at me. "Seriously. A hand job," he said making a jerking off motion.
"You mean we'll jerk off like last time."
"Yeah, except I'll be jerking you off."
I stared at him. I think before my brain got it, my dick figured it out and started shouting to my brain that this was good, because I immediately got a raging hard on. "Oh, you're going to jerk me off and make me cum." I smiled. "Then I get to jerk you off and make you cum?"
"Get to?" He smiled. "Sure, you get to. And I'll enjoy that. I'm sure you'll be a lot better at it than Jane is and probably enjoy it more than she does."
"She's not good at it?"
"She keeps telling me to hurry and come because her hand is getting tired. Hand getting tired," he said throwing up his arms "What the fuck's with that. Has your hand ever gotten tired?"
"From jerking off. No. I mean I've rubbed my cock raw from jerking off so much, but my hand never got tired."
He looked at me for a moment and then we both started laughing. He nodded. "Shit yeah. Exactly. And boy does that hurt."
"So, I get a hand job."
"A hand job from a guy," he said. He reached over and grabbed my junk. "You're hard."
"All this talk of a hand job." My face was burning hot. We slowed to a walk. He didn't remove his hand. Then we stopped. Standing facing each other he pressed his hand against my erection. He took his other hand, grabbed my wrist and put my hand against his junk. He was hard.
It was already dark and we were on a wide dirt road that we knew well. They call them firebreaks. A lot of the cross-country team guys run the firebreaks because they are such a good workout. Ryan and I ran the firebreaks because they were maintained, they went up and down the hills and we didn't have to worry about cars.
"Let's jerk off," he said.
"Here?"
He looked around. "Over there. Behind those trees. Just in case someone comes jogging by."
We walked through the brush, stepped behind a bunch of trees and glanced back. No one would see us. Before I knew it he had his joggers down to his knees and was stroking his cock. I dropped mine and started stroking.
"Let's say when we're getting close," he whispered. "I'll play with your balls and you play with mine."
"Sure." I was in heaven. I knew I had to say something now. "I was going to suggest this a couple of times, but I thought maybe you'd not want to and"
"Suggest it. If I want to I'll say yes, if I'm not horny, which I am hardly ever not horny, I'll say no. I'll suggest it too and you can say yes or no."
"Okay," I said. "It's dark but we can still see each other come. Its kind of fun to watch."
"Yeah. I didn't jerk off this morning and I'm really horny and I'm getting close. Don't stand there or you'll get covered in cum."
I stopped stroking, moved to his left side and assertively put my hand on his balls and ran my fingers over his scrotum and between his legs.
"Oh, fuck, Danny," he said and put his left arm around me and pulled me closer. My cock pressed against his hip. I thought I could come. Then he dropped his hand to my ass and grabbed one cheek and squeezed. He had his head leaning backward as though he was looking at the stars. I was staring down at his cock and playing with his balls.
He grunted. His knees bent. His body shook as he held onto me. Streams of cum shot from his cock and hit the leaf covered forest floor, eight shots making splattering sounds. He held me and breathed hard and deep. Then he chuckled and said, "I come so hard when I jerk off with you. I really think I'm an exhibitionist but it's no fun for me if the other person isn't enjoying it. You enjoy it, right?"
"Ah, yeah," I said and without thinking I took his hand and put it on my erection.
He smiled. "You're turn. Let's see if I can make you come hard."
I started jerking off again. And without waiting for me to say I was close, he put his hand on my balls. I put my left arm around him and held on to him as I stroked. He leaned into me. Then he reached around with his right hand, grabbed my left arm and moved it so my hand was on his ass. I sighed and began running my hand up and down his ass, over his ass cheek and then running my fingers down the crack of his ass. "I'm close," I moaned.
He put his arm around my waist and played with my balls with his other hand. My body quaked. My knees bent and cum exploded from my cock. And then I started laughing. "Fuck, Ryan. I feel like I could pass out."
He chuckled. "Guess you enjoy company too."
"Fuck, I guess."
After we pulled ourselves together, we started our jog home. He said, "Your okay with all of this, right?"
"Seriously? Doesn't it seem like I'm okay with it?"
"Just checking. I don't want to talk you into doing things you`ll regret."
"I'll let you know."
"Okay."
When we arrived at my house we stopped. "Okay," I said. "I'll go to the gym tomorrow and sign up."
"About that," he said, staring down at the ground. "I shouldn't bribe you with a hand job to get you to sign up. That's bullshit. If you don't want to sign up you don't have to and I'll still give you a hand job for a New Year present." He looked at me and smiled. "And you can give me one. I'm sure I'll enjoy it."
"Okay, fine, but I'm still going to sign up. If I make the team we'll both be on JV."
He smiled. "Yeah. We'll work out together and if you make the team we'll travel together. The team is great. Everyone supports each other. You'll love it."
"Okay."
I went into the gym the next day after my last class. I asked to sign up for the track team. "See Coach Robertson."
"You're a freshman?" Coach Robertson asked sounding surprised. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"And you run?"
"Yeah. I run a lot with Ryan Murray. We run the firebreaks."
"How far and how often?"
"About five or six miles. Five times a week."
"Why didn't you go out for cross country?"
I shrugged. "Maybe next year."
"Okay, well get your parents to sign this and you'll need a medical exam."
"It's only my mom."
"That's fine. I'm thinking the 1500 meter for sure or if you can handle it and I think you can the 3000 meter." He seemed excited as he looked me over. "I bet you've got a great stride. We can use you for the jumps, too."
"Jumps?"
"Long jump, triple jump, high jump."
"I've never done anything like that."
"That's fine. That's what I'm here for."
"So, the 3000 meter. Is that a mile?"
"Almost two miles. You think you can handle two miles."
"Yeah. No trouble. I don't know how fast I am compared to other guys."
"Again, let me worry about that. Okay, so mother's signature, doctor's exam and you'll need this," he said handing me a list of clothing and shoes. He put out his hand and said, "Welcome to the track team." We shook hands. "You ready for a lot of work?"
"Yes, sir. I love running. I just don't know if I'll be good enough."
"Let me worry about that, son."
As I crossed campus I ran into Ryan. "I signed up."
"You talked to Coach Robertson?"
"Yeah."
"What did he say?"
I told him what I remembered. "It was weird. He seemed excited that I was signing up."
Ryan nodded. "You're tall, have a long stride, you run distance and he needs distance runners. Everyone wants to run sprints. You'll make the team."
"I think I'm not so scared anymore. Maybe even excited," I said and smiled. "I just hope I'm good enough."
"Let's go to my locker. Then let's head out. My mom is picking us up." I walked beside him as he said, "You're going to make the team. I didn't want to tell you, but you're more than good enough."
"What do you mean?"
"How fast do you think you can run the two mile? I mean all out."
"I don't know."
"Yeah, well, last week. Remember we ran the track at school instead of the firebreaks." I nodded. "So you could help me with my sprint."
"Yeah, we ran a mile."
"Yeah, I was sprinting a mile and when we were done you still had more."
"So."
"We ran that mile in under six minutes. Last year the JV guys were doing that time and they had been working out. I bet you could do better than we did if you went all out for a mile and you can easily do twelve minutes for two miles. That's a good time for JV."
"Really?"
"Really."
"He said something about jumps."
"Yeah, well, like I said, you've got the stride."
I felt pangs of anxiety in my stomach as I thought about being in a race and coming in last and being way behind everyone else. "Maybe I won't be good enough."
He nudged me. I looked at him and chuckled. "A hand job for each race would help."
"Yeah, well, each time you win an event I'll give you the best hand job you've ever had."
"I've never had one."
He smiled. "Exactly."
"First place is too much. How about third place? That counts."
"Second place and you get one."
"Do I get to give you one?"
He smiled. "Get to? Sure."
"Deal. Wait, do I get one for signing up?"
"Not for signing up, but yeah we'll do hand jobs New Year's."
My cock was rock hard. Hand jobs, I thought. That's more than one.