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Danny's First Love, part three
By Anthony Scordato
While in San Francisco for Christmas I counted the minutes until we'd be returning home. I hadn't jerked off while I was at my uncle's home, three days and no release. I slept on the floor in the bedroom where my mother slept. I shared a bathroom with three other guys who walked in and out while I showered. I thought about locking myself in the bathroom to take a long shit, but I figured that would be too obvious, besides I wasn't in the mood. All I could think about was getting home.
On the way home, I counted the hours until December 30th. Too many, I thought. Each time I thought of Ryan my cock stiffened in my jeans. My balls began to ache. I couldn't wait to get home to go to my room and jerk off. As we drove up the hill and past the Murray's house, I spotted Ryan walking to their garage where he worked out. He stopped and waved. I rolled down my window. "Hey."
"I'm going to work out. Get your stuff and come down."
"Okay. Let me help my mom unpack the car."
"How was your trip?" he asked when I entered the garage.
"Glad it's over. How are you doing?"
"Hung over. I'm hoping working out will help."
We worked out in our running underwear. The type of material used in the Nike dri-fit underwear and the fact that he wore then tight made his junk hard not to stare at.
He still insisted on focusing on every muscle as I lifted. "I wish we had measured you in October."
"We did. I was seven and a little over a half inches."
He smiled. "Cock bite. I mean your body. I think you've put on inches on your arms and shoulders. You're back and butt are looking nice too."
"Really? Already. Cool."
"We'll measure you here," he said grabbing my junk, "in a few months and see how you've done."
"My balls are so full," I said. My cock responded to his touch.
"You're getting hard. When did you jerk off last?"
"Seventy-four hours, seven minutes and twelve seconds ago."
He chuckled. "Damn. We got to get you drained."
"Go for a run or here?"
"They're home. We can't do it here."
"Lets go for a run."
It was pretty cold, so we ran in sweat pants and hooded sweatshirts. "You're going to freeze your cock off," he said as we headed past my house.
"It's not going to take me but a minute to come."
It took us about ten minutes to get to the edge of the forest and onto the firebreak. "Feels like it is going to snow."
"Yeah. I'm starting to warm up."
About ten minutes later we stepped off the road. I pulled my pants and underwear down and began stroking. He stood beside me watching. "Aren't you going to jerk off?"
"Yeah. After you." He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear. He was hard.
He moved close beside me and put his one hand on my balls and the other on my ass. I leaned against him. His cock pressed against my hip. My knees felt weak. I was surprised when he ran his finger down the crack of my ass and stopped at my asshole and pressed. I sighed loudly.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah."
"When I stay over on Wednesday I'm going to slide my finger in."
"In my ass?" All I could the think about was his cock pressing against my hip and his finger on my hole.
"Do you trust me?" I nodded. "You'll enjoy it. If you don't, I'll take it out."
"Fuck, I'm going to come."
My knees bent and my legs shook. He kept playing with my balls but he moved his other arm and held me. "I got you," he whispered. "Let it go."
I kept squirting thick streams of cum. Finally, I stopped coming. Ryan was staring down at my cock. When I let go of my grip, he wrapped his fingers around my cock. It felt wonderful as he squeezed the length of it with his fingers. Then he lifted his hand and from his index finger hung a thick glob of my cum. He moved his hand to my face. I glanced at him. "You've tasted your cum," he said.
"Many times," I said and then opened my mouth. He wiped his finger clean against my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed. We smiled at each other. "That felt great."
He began to stroke his cock. I moved so that I could play with his balls with my left hand and touch his ass with my right. He leaned into me. Now my hard cock was pressed against him. I ran my finger down the crack of his ass and found his butt hole. He moaned as I pressed my finger against it.
"Move you're finger up and down," he pleaded.
I did. "Do I get to put my finger in your butt Wednesday."
"If you want."
"I want."
I rubbed his balls and tickled his hole until cum shot from his cock. I made sure to get cum on my fingers. When he seemed to relax and come down off his orgasm, I held up my cum-wet fingers. He glanced at me and smiled and opened his mouth. Like him, I wiped my fingers clean on his tongue.
"I know you've tasted your cum," I said.
"Tastes like honey."
On Wednesday he showed up with a couple of changes of clothing and his toilet kit. He hung up his clothes in my closet and put his toiletries in my bathroom. I wondered if he planned on sleeping in my bed with me, or if one of us was moving to my mother's bed. I decided not to ask.
"Will she come home before she leaves for San Francisco?"
"She was here for lunch, got her stuff and already left."
"Cool," he said and smiled. I think we can take a day off from lifting, but how about later we head over to the school and run laps."
"Sure. What do you want to do until then?"
He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. He looked at me and said, "You want a hand job or not?"
I jumped up and pulled off all my clothes. He went to the bathroom and came back with a plastic bottle and tossed it to me. It was lube. "There are different ways we can do this. We'll give them each a try and see what you like."
"Different ways?"
"Lie down." I did. He knelt between my legs and sat back. He opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on my cock, which was now hard. I watched as he wet his hands with lube and then took hold of my cock. Making a fist, he slowly moved his hand up and down my cock while he played with my balls. "I'm going to get you close, but you can't come."
"What?"
"Tell me that you're getting close. I'll probably know, but I don't want to get you past the point of no return."
As he stroked my cock with one hand he moved the other to my chest, my nipples, my balls and inner thighs. My body felt like it was floating above the bed. We made eye contact. I thought he was the most beautiful guy I had ever seen. His thick almost black straight hair, steely gray blue eyes, chiseled features and straight white teeth and full lips that were smiling down at me. I couldn't believe his hand was on my cock, stroking me to orgasm.
"I'm getting there," I moaned.
He stopped stroking my cock but ran his finger up and down the shaft and over the head of my cock. My back arched to his touch.
"Lift your legs," he said.
"What? How?"
He grabbed both my legs and pushed them to my chest. I saw him squirt more lube on his finger and then felt him wet my asshole. He looked at me. "Okay, so this seems scary, but I won't hurt you. Try to relax and breathe. If you do, my finger will just slide in.
"Okay."
I felt him pressing his finger against my hole. "Relax," he said. I tried. "Push out a little, like you're going to take shit."
"Really?"
"Just do it."
I did and his finger slid in. "Feel okay?"
"Yeah. Weird."
"Weird is good for now. I'm going to move my finger. It won't hurt." I felt him moving inside of me. "Feel good."
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'm going to keep my hand here. Put down your legs."
Slowly, I moved my legs.
"You're going to enjoy this. I promise."
I nodded.
He began slowly stroking my cock as he gently moved his finger inside of me.
I moaned loudly as we stared at each other. He smiled. His grip tightened. His finger moved. My toes curled. I was getting close, but before I said anything he stopped stroking my cock.
"Getting close?"
"Yes."
His fingers moved over the shaft of my cock and balls. He pressed his finger inside me and my legs began to tremble with pleasure. "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Fuck."
"Yeah, there it is." He gently stroked my cock and again moved his finger inside of me and applied pressure. My body quaked and he stopped stroking my cock. "Getting close," he said.
"Fuck," I said, "What are you doing to me? It feels so intense and good."
"Massaging your prostate. I can tell when you're getting close. It gets bigger."
He started stroking me again and again moved his finger. My legs stiffened and then began to shake. "Oh my God," I moaned.
"Okay, I'm going to let you come."
He gripped my cock and stroked. His finger moved inside of me and then I was past the point of no return. His finger hit a spot and my legs tightened around him, my head and shoulders raised off the bed as if I was doing a sit up and then slammed back down as the first shot of cum exploded from my cock. "Oh fuck," I called out.
He kept stroking and fingering me. I thrashed from side to side and up and down uncontrollably. "Oh fuck."
My cum was going everywhere, showering onto my face and chest.
He removed his finger from my ass and gently ran his fingers over my pulsing cock. I lay there still climaxing, my body tensing and then relaxing over and over. He lay beside me. We stared at each other. He smiled at me and then ran his hand through my cum.
"Fuck, Ryan. Fuck."
"I know. Kind of intense."
"Who did that to you?"
"No one. Saw it in a video. I've done it to myself, but I think it's better if someone does it to you."
I smiled as I began to relax. "You mean you taught me how to do it to you?"
"Now you get to be a good student."
I smiled. "Lucky me."
I went to the bathroom and wiped myself clean. When I returned to the bedroom, he was lying on my bed. His dick was hard. I knelt between his legs. Even though I had just come, my dick was rock hard. My insides were shaking with excitement. He looked to me like a Greek God; not an ounce of fat and defined muscles. Although I hadn't seen anyone else's cock, I knew his was perfect. I stared at his junk for a moment and then gently moved his balls around in his scrotum. Then I ran my finger up the length of his cock. It pulsed. He moaned. We made eye contact. He smiled and tossed me the lube.
"Do whatever you want. I know I'm going to enjoy this," he said.
I wet his cock and then my hand. I gripped his erection and slid my fist up and down his eight-inch cock. He moaned. Up and down my hand went, slowly stroking his cock. It seemed to be getting harder and the head of his cock began to swell in my hand.
"I'm getting close," he sighed.
I stopped stroking his cock and let it rest on his stomach. I ran my index finger up and down the shaft. It pulsed. I played with his balls.
"I've had four girls give me a hand job and none of them got me close that fast. I think only a guy knows how to make another guy feel this good."
I was surprised when he pulled his knees up to his chest. I wet my other hand with lube and then wet his hole.
"Go in slowly."
"Okay. Tell me if I hurt you," I said as I studied his butt hole. It too was perfect. I pressed the middle finger of my left hand against his hole and without much effort it slid into him.
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Move it around."
I did as I reached for his cock. He lowered his legs and lay still as I again stroked his cock, which was rock hard. Slowly up and down and my finger moved up and down and then as deep as I could get it I moved it round and round.
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Yeah, just like that."
Slowly I stroked. I couldn't take my eyes off his body and his erection.
"Okay, don't stop yet. As I get close you're going to feel my prostate get big and hard. When it does you moved your finger over it, but you've got to stop jerking me."
"Okay," I said nervously. I so very much wanted to do this right, so that he'd have the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
"I'm getting there."
I could feel an area inside his butt that was getting big and hard just like he said. I stopped stroking him and moved finger over it. His legs began to jerk and tremble just like mine had. A thick glob of cum oozed out of his cock and onto my index finger. I looked up at him wondering what to do with it. His eyes were closed. His body was still relaxing and tensing a bit. Without giving it another thought, I licked my finger clean and let his cum sit on my tongue. He was right. It did taste like honey and I wanted more of it.
My cock was so hard it hurt.
"My God, Danny. I can't believe you've never done this before. Get me close again. You did it perfectly."
Slowly I stroked his cock with a tight grip and moved my finger inside him, pressing against that area.
"How many times do you want to do this?"
"Fuck, two or three if you can."
"I can," I said.
Each time I got him close, I eased my grip on his cock and moved my finger over his prostate and watched as his body trembled in pleasure and small amounts of thick white cum oozed from his cock onto my finger. And each time I licked my finger clean and held his cum on my tongue for a while and then excitedly let it slide down my throat. I was surprised at how much better his cum tasted than mine. And that made complete sense to me since I thought everything about him was so much better.
I brought him close to orgasm four more times. "I've got to come," he moaned. "Please, let me come."
I gripped his cock hard and stroked. I felt his prostate swell. I stroked and poked and he moaned and thrashed around on the bed. I watched the first shot of cum explode from his cock, shooting into the air and land on him. Without any conscious thought, I moved my face over his cock and took two shots into my mouth. The first shot went directly into my mouth and landed on my tongue. As I was about to take the second shot, he thrust his hips up and his cock head went into my mouth and that shot of cum hit the back of my throat.
In and instant I was both excited and scared. I savored the taste of his cum, but had he seen me. What would he think? I let my gaze fall upon his face. His eyes were closed. He kept turning his head from side to side and moaning. He was deep into the experience of his climax and had no idea of what I had done. Besides, he said I could do whatever I wanted, I assured myself. I relaxed and again allowed myself to enjoy his cum.
I removed my finger from his hole and released his cock. His body looked more relaxed. His orgasm was over but he still was experiencing the end stage of his climax.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled and then started laughing.
"What?" I said.
"Fuck, Danny. That was incredible."
I smiled. "Yeah, mine was like that too."
We showered with each other, this time we soaped each other up and washed each other's assholes and junk. Both of us were hard but we dried off and dressed for a run at school.
We ran a half-mile at a slow pace for a warm up. "I'm going to run sprints," he said. "How about you run two miles. See what your time is like. Don't go all out, like crazy running, but do your best. I'll keep time for you."
He had a stopwatch, which he set when I started my run. I did like he said. I ran at a good pace, but I wasn't really killing myself. As I ran, I watched as he worked on his starts and ran 100 meter sprints. It occurred to me that if it were not for him there was no way I would have considered going out for the team. With him on the team I felt sure no one would bully or laugh at me. Also, there was an added bonus Ð I would spend even more time with him.
As I finished the first mile, he started running with me. "Pick up your pace. You're just cruising along."
"Fuck you," I said.
He laughed. "Next week the coach isn't going to be as nice as me."
He was setting the pace and it was pretty fast. As we did one lap, he dropped back and shouted, "Keep it up if you can."
I was able to keep up the pace for the next two laps, but for the final lap I had to slow down. As I finished my two mile run, he called out, "Not bad to start with. Keep walking or you'll get a side ache."
He walked along side of me.
"What did I do?"
"Just over thirteen minutes. That's pretty good for a JV freshman."
"I guess I could of done better if I ran faster the first mile, but I might have not had much the second mile."
"Well that's what working out is for. You'll get your wind and strength up. Leave it to the coach."
"What's a good time for JV?"
"About 12:00. You're going to have to knock time off."
"Wow. Okay, so that's about 5-10 seconds a lap."
"You'll do it easy by the end of the season. Don't worry about it. Besides, first place gets us hand jobs."
I laughed. "Second place."
"Oh yeah, second place."
"What does first place get me?"
"Get a first place and we'll see."
I laughed. He shoved me. I said, "What about you?" He looked at me questioningly. "If you take first or second place, what do you get?"
"I hadn't thought about that. It should be first place because, and I'm not bragging but I'm pretty sure I'll get second place pretty easily this year."
"So what do you want?"
"Wow. Well, I kind of like watching you jerk off, but I also kind of get off on you watching me. So, how about one of those but I'll decide then. But either way you'll have to be naked and hard," he said and smiled.
Immediately I got hard. "Yeah, sure. I can do that."
"I'm curious," he said as we started jogging back to my house. "So, all the stuff we've done. You know, jerking off together and us jerking each other off like we just did, and how we're going to do it when we get back. I mean these are all my ideas."
"You mean, jerk off ideas."
"Yeah. Have you any ideas on how you want to jerk me off or me jerk you off."
My cock was rock hard. My face was on fire and my stomach was roiling. "Well," I hesitated. My heart was pounding in my chest. "It's not us jerking each other off but jerking off."
"Okay," he said glancing my way. "Just say it."
"You'll think I'm weird."
"I already think you're weird. That's why we're friends for so long." We kept jogging. "Danny, seriously. You're nervous with me? This is the way I see it. I'm curious to try stuff, you know like an adventure like we used to have when we'd go to the river, get naked and climb around the rocks, go up the hills and explore. We'd pee on anthills and in gopher holes and we'd get our dicks hard and stuff. Well, now this is like a sex adventure and you're the only person I'd trust."
I wondered if he'd want to go on this adventure with me if he knew I was gay. I should tell him, I thought. But I was too scared. What if he then changed his mind about all of this? I took a deep breath and said, "Okay. So you said you've tasted your cum.".
"Yeah, sure. Many times."
"Well, two things then. Remember you wanted to jerk off on my face."
"Yes, for sure. You want to do that?"
"Yeah. And well," I took another deep breath. "Sometimes I flip my legs up over my head and jerk off and come in my mouth and swallow it. Would you do that and let me watch you?"
He smiled. "Wow, that sounds hot. Sure. I get to watch you."
"For sure."
He nudged me. "Why are you so nervous about stuff? It's me. We're cool. Besides, I just had my finger up your ass."
We laughed.
"Danny. That idea you had. That's fucking kinky and I love it."
"Which part. Me doing it or you doing it?"
"Both. Fuck, it got me hard thinking about it. I mean doing something like that with someone watching is out there and I love it. Watching someone squirt in their own mouth and then swallowing a full load is fucking hot. You've got to come up with more stuff."
"Well, putting your finger up a guys ass and jerking him off is pretty out there too and that was fantastic."
"Exactly," he said. "See. That's what I mean. How about this? Sometime we both jerk off into a glass, mix it up and each drink half of it."
I laughed and said, "A cum shot. That's really weird but it sounds great. I'll do that."
"Fuck I've got a ragging hard on."
I said, "When we get back you're going to jerk me off again?"
"Yeah. We have two more days and three nights to do all this and more. Let's shower when we get back, have dinner and then we can get into it. I've had this idea about how it would be really cool to get jerked off, so I'll do you first and show you and then you can do me."
"Cool."
We showered together. Both of us were hard. We soaped each other and played with each other's cock, but we didn't come. We dried off but didn't dress. My mother had left stuff for us to cook for dinner. We could have gone down to Ryan's house to eat, but I knew that he'd love not to do that. We prepared and ate dinner in the nude. We made tacos, black beans and rice. Both of us were starved.
"I think from now on I'm going to leave it up to you to come up with stuff," he said.
"Why? You've got such great ideas."
"Yeah, well, you've got great ideas too, but you keep them to yourself. I'm serious Danny, you don't need to worry about me."
"Well, you don't have to worry about me either."
"I don't."
"Yes you do. After we do something you ask me if I'm okay. Even the next day you ask."
He looked to be thinking. He nodded. "Yeah, I guess. That's because I'm the only one thinking of stuff to try. So, you think of stuff and you can worry about me for a while." He smiled. "I want to see what you come up with."
My stomach sank.
We cleaned up the kitchen and went off to my bedroom. "Well do you want to get into it?"
"Definitely," I said and smiled. We both noticed my dick go from semi-erect to standing at attention.
"Okay, you first."
"What do I do?"
He got a bottle of baby oil he brought with him and sat on my bed leaning against a pillow against the headboard. He spread his legs. "Okay. Now you lay down leaning against me."
"How?" I said, moving onto the bed.
I sat on the bed between his legs. He then pulled me against him, so that my back was against his chest and my head rested on his left shoulder. He then put his legs over my legs and his arms under my arms. He poured some oil on my chest and over my hard cock. "Okay, just relax in my arms," he said as he began rubbing my chest with the oil. Then he took hold of my cock. He kept rubbing my stomach and chest with his left hand and slowly stroking my cock with his right. "You're not allowed to come until I tell you it's okay."
I chuckled.
"So, when you get close you'd better tell me."
"Okay," I said.
"You're still tense," he said. His mouth was just inches from my right ear. I could feel him breathing. "Relax. Does this feel good? I mean do you like this?"
"A lot," I whispered.
"Close your eyes and just let it feel good."
I did. He rubbed my chest and stomach and nipples and stroked my cock. I couldn't believe I was in his arms. I thought of anything we could possibly do, this had to be the best.
"Your body has changed since we started working out."
"I know. Thank you. I really mean it." I felt like I wanted to start thrusting.
"Are you getting close," he asked.
"Almost."
"I can feel your cock head getting hard."
"Yeah, I'm close."
He stopped stroking my cock. He put his fingers against the base and pushed it away from my body so that it was pointing toward the ceiling. "You're cock is a lot like mine," he said. "Very nice looking." He ran his finger up and down the shaft and over my cock head.
My eyes rolled back in my head as my body reeled lying in his arms and knowing he was holding and staring at my erection. I never wanted this to end.
He got me close again and stopped. I had an idea. "Do you want to switch places? I can get you close a couple of times and we could switch again."
I felt him chuckle. "Fuck, yeah. That sounds hot. Let's keep going until our balls can't take it. Fucking blue balls here we come."
We switched. My erection was sandwiched between us. I couldn't believe he was in my arms. I ran my oil-wet hand over his tight chest and abs as I slowly stroked his cock.
"Fuck, this feels better than I thought it would," he sighed. "Don't get me close to soon."
I laughed. "We have all night."
He nuzzled up against me. I wanted him so badly.
I glanced at my clock and noted the time.
I stroked his cock for a while and then played with the head, running my fingers around it and up and down the shaft. I rubbed his pecs, his ads and ran my fingers over his balls. I couldn't believe how fantastic his body felt. He felt so relaxed in my arms. Twenty minutes went by when he said, "I'm getting close."
I stopped stroking his cock. I held it like he had held mine and said, "They are a lot alike. Good size. Thick. Good shape."
We both laughed.
Ten minutes later we switched again.
After three hours we agreed we needed to come. I'd be first.
He had his legs over mine, which kept me from moving them. He held me tight against his chest with his left arm as he stroked me with a tight grip. My balls ached and my cock was rock hard. It only took me 2-3 minutes to get close.
"Ah," I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck." My body started shaking. I tried to thrust upward but was locked into place. I felt my climax hit. My body stiffened. Then I felt my orgasm. Cum exploded from my dick and hit my face hard surprising me. Again and again cum shot across my chest, some hit my face, some missing. I squirmed in his arms as I j kept coming. Finally, I stopped but my body was still climaxing and he kept stroking my cock. Slowly and gently he moved his hand up and down and then released my erection.
"Fuck, Ryan," I moaned between breaths. "Fuck."
"I know. That was fucking intense."
I laughed. "No shit."
We lay, me in his arms for several minutes. I realized that we were both covered in cum. It was on my face, in my hair and on my chest. It was also on his arm. When I finally moved and got a towel to clean us off I noticed that my cum was in his hair and on his cheek. "Fuck, I got you too."
He smiled. "Not as bad as you'll get me when you jerk off on my face."
I wiped cum from his hair and off his cheek. I sat down beside him. "That was incredible. You ready."
"More than ready. My balls are hurting."
"Yeah. So were mine."
He lay in my arms. I held him tightly against me and stroked his cock slowly. He moaned and breathed loudly. I rubbed his chest and abs. "I've decided," he whispered, "that I love being touched all over." I could feel his cock head getting rock hard. I gripped it tightly and slid my hand up and down slowly. His body began to shake. He thrust upward as cum exploded from his cock. I aimed toward my face and was able to take two shots.
Neither of us moved. I kept stroking his chest, rubbing his cum over his stomach, touching his semi-hard cock and his balls. "You're good at this," he said.
"Everyone says I'm quick to learn."
We were back in the shower, his hands all over me and mine all over him.
We climbed into my bed. This would be the first time in years that we slept in the same bed and slept beside each other in the nude. I woke in the middle of the night. He had his arm across my chest, his left leg over my leg and his head on my chest. He was sound asleep. My left arm was down at my side. His junk rested on the back of my hand. I turned my hand and let his cock fall into the palm of my hand. I gently wrapped my fingers around it.
Although I had held him, stroked his body and cock just hours before, holding him in his sleep seemed more intimate. I slowly moved my right arm and put my hand on his back. I lay holding him, listening to him breath, thinking that he was the hottest guy in our school and here he was sleeping in my arms. Then I felt his cock swelling in my hand. As his cock got hard, mine went from flaccid to fully erect.
I'm not sure how I did it, but finally I fell asleep again.