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Danny's First Love, part six
By Anthony Scordato
The time we spent together New Years went by too quickly. He and I agreed that it was the best time we'd had and wanted it to happen again. "We'll figure something out," he promised.
Back at school, things were as usual Ð mostly. What was different was the track team workouts. Coach Richardson had an assistant coach whose name was Coach Taylor. He was in charge of all field part of track and field. I would be working with both of them.
Coach Richardson hadn't made a final decision on what race I would run, but he told me that if I could handle the 3000 meter that would be the race he'd like to see me run. So my workouts centered around distance running.
Ryan was working out with all the sprinters. So even though we had workouts together, it was much like it was during school hours. He hung out with a bunch of guys separate from the guys I worked out with. However, it was exciting to be on the same team.
I was making a friend, Eddie, who had transferred to our school as a freshman last semester. I did have a Language Arts and history class with him the last semester. He was looking to run either the 800 meter or the 1500 meter race and would do the pole vault and the high jump. We wouldn't be competing against each other since I was doing the long jump and the triple jump.
A month had gone by and Ryan and I had not jerked each other off or blow each other. We did lift weights regularly. We talked about jerking off often. He'd ask when I jerked off, what I thought about, what my favorite thing we did was and when we might be able to get each other off again.
Since we were able to catch the school bus home, Mrs. Murray picked us up every day after practice.
After working out, Coach Taylor always made us stretch. Staying limber was the requirement for good performance in field events and not having injuries, he told us. Sitting beside Eddie, he said as he pointed across the field. "You and Ryan are friends?"
"Yeah, well, we are neighbors, so we know each other, and his mother picks us up."
"Yeah, I've seen her. Do you guys hang out?"
"Well, yeah, I guess kind of. I mean we don't do stuff like go out and stuff, but we lift weights in his garage. He's mostly friends with the guys on football team and kids in his class."
"Makes sense. I can't believe he's a sophomore and has lettered in JV football and track."
"Yeah, he's pretty good."
He nodded toward Ryan again. I glanced over. He was talking to one of the cheerleaders who were also working out their routines. "She wants him bad," Eddie said.
"How do you know that?"
"My sister is a cheerleader. She's over there. She knows Kelley. I think all the girls know Kelley wants Ryan and what Kelley wants, I hear, Kelley gets."
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew that Ryan would soon find someone to date, but if she were really hot for Ryan, he'd be in her pants as fast as a priest on an altar boy.
Silence.
"Are you dating anyone?" Eddie asked.
"My mother won't let me date until I'm sixteen."
"Yeah, my parents are the same way."
After we showered, and Eddie showered beside me, I waited for Ryan outside the gym. Walking with him to the parking lot, I said, "So, Kelley wants you, I hear."
"That's what I've heard too. I told her that it would have to wait until after report cards on Thursday."
"Why?"
He sighed and looked at me. "I'm getting three C's, two B's and an A in physical education."
"Well, that gives you a 2.8 average, which is B- average. They can't complain about that."
"They don't count physical education. So, that's a 2.5 which means a beating and you know what."
"2.4. Fuck Ryan, that's just wrong."
"It is, what it is."
I hated that he was so matter-of-fact about what was going to happen to him. "So, do they ground you too? I mean you can't date."
"Not usually. But there's no way I'm going to be able to go out this weekend and my butt will be bruised for a while."
"I fuckin' hate your father."
He chuckled. "Get in line."
"Wait. Won't the coaches see your butt when you shower."
"Oh yeah, about that. So, I tell them that my mom has to pick me up right after workouts. So, I just put on my joggers. So, you'll have to do the same. Pack all your clothes in your backpack so we can just leave after workouts."
"Sure. No problem. Whatever you want."
My face was burning hot with anger.
Mrs. Murray drove us home. I sat in the back and didn't say anything. I was too angry. When we got to my house, he said, "Put on your workout stuff. Come down and lets lift. We'll do arms and shoulders and chest. No legs."
"Okay."
When I entered the garage he was there and using the free weights. I said, "I have an idea."
"What's that?"
Ryan was a year ahead of me in school, but I was a year ahead of my class in math. I tested out of the first year of Algebra and went right into Geometry as eight other kids in my class. The eight of us were put into an advanced Geometry class together. "I know if we do our math homework together every night, I can get you at least a B in math, probably an A."
"We're not in the same class."
"We have the same book and we have the same teacher. I have him first period and you have him fourth period. If you let me teach you Geometry I know you'll get at least a B in that class. If you get an A, then your sure to have a 3.0 and no beatings."
"He'll find another reason."
I just stared at him. "Ryan we can spend more time together and maybe alone time. We can study at my house. If my mom isn't there. I mean only if you want to do stuff besides study."
He stared at me.
"Damn it, Ryan. You always help me, teach me stuff. Let me teach you."
"If you help me get an A in math, I'll blow you ten times."
I laughed. "Deal. And if you let me read your Language fucking Arts papers, I bet I can help you get a B."
"Five more."
I glance down at my joggers. I had a bulge.
He laughed.
We lifted. I went home. I wanted to tell my mother about the beatings but I worried that she's say something to Mrs. Murray. "I'm going to help Ryan with his Geometry next semester. We might even start this week."
"Is he failing?"
"No. C. But he gets in trouble if he doesn't have a 3.0."
"Okay. They say the best way to learn something is to teach someone else, so it will help you too."
"True. I could use the extra time. I'm always feeling like I'm on the edge of a B,"I said lying. "If I have to teach him the chapter, I'll have to be ahead and really know the stuff."
"Good. I'm glad you're doing this. He does so much for you."
You don't even know how much he does for me, I thought but didn't say.
We received our report cards on Thursday. As he thought, he had 3 C's, 2 B's and an A in physical education. Walking to the car, I said, "So, when does this happen?"
He looked at me, questioningly.
"The beat down."
"Oh. Never sure. It could be tonight, tomorrow or this weekend. Probably not tonight, because he likes to make me wait. He thinks that makes it worse."
"I've been thinking. Maybe I can just hang around a lot. Maybe if,"
"Seriously." He messed up my hair. "You're more worried about this than I am."
"I just can't." My voice cracked. He looked at me. "I just think." My lips were trembling.
"Fuck, I shouldn't have told you."
"Fuck you, Ryan. Yes, you should have. I just wish there was."
"You're doing it. You'll be helping me." We stopped walking. He looked around. "Danny, I love that you worry about me. I mean no one ever has. My mother knows, my brother knew, my sister knew and no one, no one has ever been bothered by it. I forgot that people could care."
I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I do."
"I know. And that's kind of worth the beating." I stared at him. "Okay, so I said that so you'd feel better." He smiled.
"Worth the beating. Cock bite."
We started walking again.
"Can you tell me when it's going to happen?"
"Why?"
I sighed.
"I'll tell you when it's over. How about this? If I can get out. If he'll let me. I'll come up to your house when it's over."
"Tell him that I'm going to help you with your Geometry and that we have to start from the beginning of the text. We want to cover as much as we can before the next test. You know, get you ready for the next exam."
"I'll tell him. But here's the thing. I think he gets off on these beatings and he'll just find another reason."
"Well, if you don't fuck up, like getting drunk and stuff, maybe he won't be able to."
He smiled. "Cum breath."
I smiled and nodded.
I had the worst time sleeping Thursday night. Friday we had the day off and didn't have to return to school until the next Thursday. I knew that Dr. and Mrs. Murray went into the office on Friday, but I didn't know at what time. I got dressed and walked down the road so that I could see if their cars were still at the house. They were.
I called Ryan. "Hey," he said.
"What's going on?"
"Time is set for the beat down. 10 o'clock."
I glanced at the time. It was 9:20. "Fuck."
"No sweat. It will be over soon."
"Will you be able to come up here?"
"They're leaving at 11, so I'll head up after that. I'll be walking slowly," he said and chuckled.
"I hate that you're so okay with this."
"You know after about 20 of these, it kind of makes no sense to take it seriously. It happens and then it's over."
I felt like my head was going to explode with anger. "I don't understand how you're not angry. If someone beat down on me, I'd be angry as hell."
"No you wouldn't."
"Why do you say that?"
"Were you angry as hell and doing something about it when you were getting bullied. No. You just did what you did to get through the day. I'm doing the same thing."
Tears filled my eyes. "You're right. But you were angry it was happening to me. And you helped me out. I'm angry and I want to help you out. How about if I just happen to come down there right about now. Then it won't happen."
"My mom will only tell you that I'm busy or something. And if you come here and she lets you in, then he'll just postpone it until tonight. I'd rather just get it over."
"Fuck, I hate him."
"See you later," he said and hung up.
I stared at the clock, watching the time pass. At ten o'clock, I felt my stomach churn. I stared out my window. From my house, I could see the roofline of their house through the trees. I felt sad.
By 10:15 I figured the beating was probably over. I thought about calling but I decided I might get him into trouble. I put on a hoodie, went outside and sat on my front porch and waited. It was at about 11:15 when I saw both their cars turn onto the private road that we shared. At 11:30 I saw Ryan walking up the hill. I walked down to meet him. He was walking slowly.
"How bad?" I asked.
He took a deep breath. "Seemed worse than before."
"Which part?"
He looked at me. "Oh. Both."
Silence.
I noticed him pulling the material of his joggers away from his butt. He said, "It's rubbing. Hurts."
We walked into my house. "You can't sit down, can you?"
"Not really. Can I lie down on your sofa?"
"Let's go into my room. You can lie down on my bed."
He pulled off his hoodie, kicked off his shoes and then pulled down his joggers. He had nothing underneath. He lay face down.
I sat on the bed and stared at his ass. "Fuck, Ryan," I said as I moved closer to him. "Fuck. It's red, and purple and fuck, there are bumps and blood."
"Welts. Is it bleeding?"
I got closer. "No, but there's blood, lines of blood under the skin. It's like you are bleeding underneath."
"Yeah. That happens. It stings now a lot, and feels like it's burning, but by tomorrow it won't. Then it will just hurt to sit."
I kept staring at his butt. I glanced up at him and saw that he was staring at me. I sighed. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah, you can blow on it to cool it off."
I leaned forward and blew on his butt. He started laughing.
I looked at him. He said, "I can't believe you're doing that."
"Asshole. I believed you."
"If I told you to kiss it, would you?"
"Yes. If it would make it feel better."
He sighed. "It will be okay."
"My mother has this ice thing. It's not actually ice. It's these little beads in a cloth bag. She uses it for her back when her back hurts. Its not like ice cold, but it's cold. Let me get it." I got up and ran to the kitchen and got it from the freezer. "See, feel it."
He touched it. "Okay, but put it on very easy."
I gently laid it on his butt. I looked up at him. "Is it making it worse."
"It's stinging a bit, but the cool feels good."
I sat beside him, still staring at his butt. I breathed in deeply.
"I'm okay. Don't get all upset."
"Fuck you." I lay down beside him. "How are your balls? Did he do that thing again?"
"Yeah. This time he twisted my sac and then when the pain was bad he flicked my nuts with his finger."
"What?"
He showed me how he flicked his index finger. "I thought I was going to throw up. The weird thing is that my balls hurt so much, I didn't feel my butt hurting."
I sat there shaking my head. "Do they still hurt?"
"A little. I think if you blow on them." He started laughing.
"Ryan. How can you joke?"
"I just got through laying on my bedroom floor holding my gut in pain. I'd rather laugh."
We stared at each other. I said, "You want a blow job?" Then I smiled.
He laughed. "Cock bite." I laughed. He said, "I can't believe you're getting me to say no."
We both laughed. I said, "Does your mouth hurt too."
He laughed. "You are so bad."
"You don't have to move. I can just hump your face."
He laughed. "Stop. You're making my balls hurt."
We talked. I made him lunch, which he ate standing up and in the nude. He lay on the sofa and we watched TV. At 4 o'clock he headed back home so he'd be there when they returned.
We made plans to start Geometry lessons Saturday morning. We were going to get work done, but it was mostly so he could get out of the house. He was also grounded for three weeks Ð one for each C.
Saturday morning he arrived while my mother was still at home. I watched him try to act as though his butt didn't hurt. My mom really liked Ryan, so she suggested that he stay for dinner.
"If Ryan is staying, we should get take out," I said.
She glared at me. "I can make stir fry and brown rice. You like that," she asked Ryan.
"I love your stir fry."
She looked at me and shook her head. "It's not that bad."
"We can help."
"Okay, I'm going food shopping and running some errands. I'll be back in about two or three hours. There's stuff in the refrigerator for lunch."
"Thank you, Mom."
"Brat," she said as she grabbed her keys.
Ryan chuckled. "She's got your number."
We went to my room. He lay down on my bed. "How's your butt?"
He pulled down his joggers. Still no underwear. It didn't look as bad but there were big red splotches, swelling and marks. "It doesn't burn and sting but it's best if I don't sit. Shit I can't stay for dinner. She'll know if I can't sit down."
"So she knows."
"No. I don't want to deal with her knowing and she might say something to my mom. We can just tell her that my mother wants me home for dinner."
I got my geometry book and notes and we started from the beginning. I gave him a new notebook and a bunch of flashcards. "As we go along," I said, "we'll note all the major theorems and corollaries and their proofs. On flashcards we'll define terms."
"Do you do this?
I opened my Geometry notebook that I kept with all my proofs and terms. "I do it with all my subjects. It just makes it easier for me to study for tests."
We went through the first chapter pretty quickly. It was a good review for me. He seemed to know most of what we covered. We took a break and snacked on chips. On to chapter two. We covered it with little trouble, but I could see that he was beginning to lack some basic knowledge. He wanted to take a break.
"Do you think I'll get this stuff?"
"You're getting it, aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I guess, but sometimes it just doesn't make sense."
"Let me know when that is and I'll explain it better. Is it making sense?"
"Yeah, but we're on chapter two."
"I'll get you through this. I promise."
"I gotta pee," he said and got up. When he returned with his joggers around his knees, he said, "You know, you peed on me and I don't remember peeing on you."
"I told you that you peed on me when you were drunk."
"Yeah, but I don't remember it. That's not fair."
I smiled. "Fine, so you can pee on me."
"Maybe tomorrow. I know I need a shower, but I need another day before I can take hot water beating down on my butt." He was still standing beside my bed his junk in full view. "I haven't jerked off since Thursday morning."
"You want a blow job?"
"Ah, better not. No shower since Thursday morning either. Let's just jerk off."
"Sure," I said standing.
"I want to watch you jerk off, then you watch me."
"Okay."
"Do you have a cum rag."
"Yeah," I said, kneeling beside my bed. I reached between the mattresses and pulled out an old tee shirt.
I pulled down my joggers. I was hard. He was stroking. He said, "I have an idea. Something we didn't do."
"I'm up for it."
He laughed. "You don't even know what it is."
"I don't care. I'm up for it."
"Okay, so let me watch you jerk off. When you get close, I'll get on my knees in front of you, open my mouth and when you come, you do it in my mouth. You know, get it all in my mouth. I'll show you your cum and then I'll swallow."
"Like I said," I said stroking, "I'm fine with it."
"Take off your shirt." He took off his.
I did. "You like seeing your cum in my mouth and showing me my cum in yours."
"Yeah. It real turns me on to show you my tongue covered in cum. I guess that's really weird."
"It turns me on to have your cum on my tongue."
"Let's go for it."
He stood in front of me and watched me jerking off. He stopped stroking his cock. It was now standing rock hard and pointing up at me. I jerked and stared at his erection, thinking about him coming in my mouth. He reached over and touched my balls. I sighed, "I'm getting close."
He knelt down and opened his mouth. "When you feel you're coming, just press your cock down on my tongue so you get it all in my mouth." He opened wide and look up at me.
"Oh fuck," I said and put my cock on his tongue. He closed his lips around my cock head and took my load as we held eye contact. "Fuck, Ryan," that was intense.
He stood up and opened his mouth. His tongue was covered in thick white goo.
"Fuck," I said.
He close his mouth and swallowed and then opened it again and showed me that it was all gone. "Fuck," he said. "That was fuckin' crazy."
Catching my breath, I said, "How so?"
He started stroking his dick. "Well, I mean I've felt your cum shooting into my mouth, but with your cock like right on the tip of my tongue, it felt like it was squirting harder, or like I felt your cum hitting against the inside of my mouth really hard. Fuckin' crazy. You'll see."
My cock was still rock hard. As I thought about his cum squirting into my mouth my cock pulsed up and down. I stepped back and watched him masturbating. I thought about the fact that he hadn't come in two days and it excited me. It didn't take him long.
"I'm close," he groaned.
I went down on my knees, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I looked up at him. He moaned and then moved his cock onto my tongue. I closed my lips around it and waited. His first shot was huge and I felt the power behind it. He was right, it slammed into the back of my mouth. I moaned and sucked at the tip of his cock as he pressed into my mouth and moaned loudly. He came a lot.
I stood and moved it around in my mouth gathering it onto my tongue. I opened my mouth. He looked in. "Fuck, Danny, it's really thick and there's a lot of it."
I nodded.
"Go ahead, swallow."
I did.
"Damn," I said. "That was crazy. I loved it."
We laughed.
Chapter three took us some time, but we did get through it. He did have questions but I was able to answer them with little trouble. He caught on quickly. We started chapter four when my mom returned home. We explained that Ryan wouldn't stay for dinner.
We were able to finish chapter four again without any major problems.
On Monday he showed up at a little after 10 am. "I went over the stuff in the notebook we made. It's weird but this shit makes a lot more sense now."
"Are you able to sit yet?"
"Yeah, but if I don't have to."
We went to my bedroom and got onto my bed.
He said, "Chapter Five is where I kind of started getting lost. The whole idea of circles and triangles in them and arcs and stuff really confused me. How can you tell how long an arc is, or what an angle of a triangle is. I don't get it."
"Do you know how many degrees there are in a circle?"
"Degrees?"
"Okay, so a circle has 360 degrees in it."
"How'd they get that?"
"Okay, so you know a clock. It has 60 minutes in one hour. The hand on the watch goes around once every hour."
"Right."
"Okay. So, let's say you had a huge clock and let's say the space between each minute on that clock was a foot long." He nodded. "It was big enough to put the number of seconds in each minute."
"Okay."
"How many seconds in each minute?"
"60."
"Okay, so lets say you had 60 lines between each minute on that clock and let's say the hand that rotates around that clock every hour stopped on each second. How many stops would it make?"
"Ah, so 60 seconds times 60 minutes. 360. Oh wow, so that's how they get 360."
"Right. Now let's say we draw a horizontal line and a vertical line through the circle so that they are perpendicular to each other. What do we know about this angle here?"
"It's 90 degrees."
"Right. So, now we know this circle is divided into four equal parts. Divide four into 360 degrees and what do you get?"
"Ah, 90 degrees." He stared at the piece of paper. Wait, so the arc on the circle here is equal to the angle here."
"They're both 90 degrees. And no matter how I draw these lines, as long as they are radii or diameters, the arcs of the circle will be equal to the opposite angle."
"Are you fuckin' kidding me. That's all there is to that?"
And on we went. We finished chapter five and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. We decided on grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon. While I was putting the bacon between the slices of cheese, getting ready to put them on the hot pan, he put his hand on my junk and gently squeezed. I smiled at him.
Then he put his hand down my joggers and held my cock. "Do you think it's weird that I can grope you like this and you don't even flinch? I mean if one of your friends from school was over here studying with you and he grabbed your junk, would you react?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure I'd jump back and think he was nuts."
"So, do you think it's weird?"
"If weird is good, yeah I guess, but not really. I mean, I'm fine with you doing that. Would you flinch?"
"No." He kept playing with my now hardening cock. "I like that you don't and I know I wouldn't."
He pulled his hand from my joggers and I made the grilled cheese sandwiches. We had two each and a glass of milk. "How's your ass?"
"Okay. He got up and pulled down his joggers. "Bruised."
"Yeah, I'll say. I can see why you can't shower at school. He must have really hit you hard."
"Yeah, but what was different this time was that, well, usually he hits me and then he waits like about ten seconds and then he hits me again."
"He makes you bend over?"
"He tells me to grab my ankles. Actually, I grabbed my gastrocnemius muscles."
I smiled and said, "Cock bit. So, which are those?"
He smiled. "Your calf muscles."
"You know all the muscle names, I mean the Latin names?
"Yeah, I guess. I mean if you're going to lift, it really helps to understand the nerves and ligaments, tendons and stuff."
"You know, Ryan, you really are smarter than you let on. You know a lot of shit that I have no idea about and will have to learn. When I take biology and have to learn all this shit, you're going to have to help me."
He stared at me. "Knowing that shit doesn't mean you're smart."
"In high school it sure does."
"You're smart."
"Yeah, but I pay attention and I put I a lot of hours studying. You put in those hours working out, playing football and jerking off," I said and smiled.
He smiled. "Okay, so when you take your advanced biology, I'll test you on all the body stuff."
"And if I get an A, I'll give you ten blow jobs."
"Fuck, I can put those on my list of `Danny owes me'."
We cleaned up the kitchen. He said, "I didn't shower this morning. I thought I'd do it here."
"Why?"
"Remember, I get to pee on you."
I chuckled. "Okay." My cock started getting hard. "But then we have to do chapter six."
"When do we blow each other?"
"After chapter six."
We undressed. I turned on the shower. "Don't make it too hot."
We stepped in. Standing facing each other he began to pee on my junk as we both watched. "How does it feel?" he said as he stopped.
"Warm."
"Turn around. I want to pee on your butt hole."
I turned. "How are you going to do that?"
"Bend over and spread your cheeks."
I did. I felt him press his cock between my cheeks and against my hole. My face tingled. Then I felt a jet of warm liquid splashing against my hole.
"Oh wow," I sighed.
"Feels good?"
"Weird, Yes, good."
He stopped and then said, "Spread your legs more."
I widened my stance, but was still bent over. Then I felt him spraying my scrotum from behind. The hot liquid spraying against my balls felt incredible.
"Fuck, that feels weird."
He stopped peeing. I stood straight and turned toward him. He said, "Do you have to pee?"
I nodded.
He turned and bent forward and spread his cheeks. I pressed my cock against his hole and peed.
"You're right, it does feel weird, good."
I stopped peeing and moved my cock so that I could pee on his scrotum. He spread his legs. I let loose.
"Oh wow. Damn."
We stood under the shower, stroking each other's cock. I said, "Okay, let's blow each other before chapter six."
We dried off and headed to my bed. We decided to sixty-nine for 30 minutes and then take each other to orgasm.
As always, as I took his cock into my mouth, I moaned.
We did finish chapter six soon after my mother got home. He said he had to get home for dinner, but would stay for dinner on Tuesday night.
We took most of the day going through chapter seven, which got us through the semester. Again we headed for the shower to pee and then to bed to blow each other.
Each night, after he left, I worked on the chapters we'd be covering. Chapter eight which we had not yet covered in class was something I worked on each night making notes and working problem so as to be able to get him ahead of the class. When he left Tuesday night I said, "Okay, tomorrow we're going to do chapter eight."
"But we haven't covered that yet."
"I know. You're going to be a chapter ahead of your class from now on."
"Really. Okay. I can do that."
My mother said, "Danny is probably a better teacher than the one you have."
"That I'm sure of," he said.
He left after dinner. I watched him walk down the road.
My mother said, "He's a good boy."
"I know. My best friend."