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It's been a week since we first wanked together and we've been doing it every evening since. It's been the best week of my life to be honest. Since neither Daniel's mum nor my dad get home for a couple of hours after we finish school, it gives us more than enough time to have fun and clean up before either of them show. Dad's happy that I'm exercising with Daniel and remembering to shower afterwards, since he doesn't want to be smelling stinky teenager all evening; somehow I haven't wanted to tell him that I'm showering to get rid of the cum that I keep unloading onto my belly while watching Daniel play with his willy. I'm not entirely sure how he'd take it.
I still haven't touched him, though; not properly anyway. We're staying true to our agreement about my birthday being the big guideline in the sky, but believe me, it's hard (haha)... especially at moments like right now, when I've just thrown myself back onto his bed, watching him pull his shirt over his head in that unbelievably sexy way that only teenage boys can do.
"I love your armpits, Danny," I moan, squeezing my rapidly hardening cock through the front of my school trousers. He grins, and once he has thrown his shirt in the vague direction of his wash basket he climbs onto the bed and places a knee either side of my shins, straddling me and almost resting his arse on my toes.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, slowly raising his arms again until those beautiful pits come into sight again. It's not dark, not by any stretch of the imagination; I mean the hair on his head is sandy brown, it would be weird if the rest of him was pitch black or something, but it is long and thick and looks more like fur than hair. The tips are curled with his sweat. "What else do you love about me?"
"Erm..." I say, unzipping my fly and slowly slipping my fingers inside, gripping my willy. "I love your round pink nips..."
He slowly inserts one finger into his mouth and pulls it out, glistening with his saliva, before slowly tracing the rosy flesh on his left... pec? Is it a pec? Is he muscly enough to call them pecs? I snap out of my musing and watch the show. Under my thumb I can feel a wet patch forming where my willy is beginning to leak. "Oh fuck..." I manage.
"What else?"
"I love... I love your patch of chest hair." I unbutton the top of my trousers. "I love that trail leading down into your... your..."
"Oh, you mean this one?"
Danny removes his hand from his nipple and tenderly strokes the brown hair that spreads out around his belly button and travels down to the waistband of his black jeans. He slips his fingers down behind his belt. He pauses.
"Take off your shirt," he instructs me. I don't need to be told twice. Ripping my hand from around my willy I pull off my tie and undo my top couple of buttons until I can pull my shirt of, letting my milky white torso come into view. Thanks to Danny, I don't... I don't dislike my body as much as I used to. I mean, I still want more muscle and I'd like it if my own armpits could hurry up and sprout some hair but... but the way he looks at me, the way he talks about my frame, it makes me feel... maybe not attractive but certainly something. Like now. While I had been dressed, there had been a light in his eyes, something urgent and animalistic but now, everything softened. Well. Not everything. But his eyes and facial expressions look more relaxed. Lowering both arms, he undoes his belt and slowly removes it before standing up again and sliding out of his jeans. His tight boxer briefs are straining with the effort of holding back his magnificent erection, but they do their job well and keep it covered. I undo my button and begin to slide my trousers under my bum but he holds up his hand.
"Here," he says. "Let me."
Kneeling on the bed once more, Danny hooks his fingers into the waistband of my trousers and slowly pulls them down while I lift my butt for his ease. My underwear is a little more... I don't know... less revealing? While Danny likes to opt for a tighter pair to really show off his goods, I'm still 12 remember, and even hard I'm only just pushing past 4 inches so I don't want the boys in the changing room seeing my barely 2 inch flop outlined in all it's measly glory in the changing rooms. So instead what comes into sight is a tartan pair of boxer shorts, baggy and creased from a day inside my trousers.
Danny finishes undressing my legs and drops my trousers onto the floor before leaning over my lap and lowering his head down to about a centimetre over my crotch; my breath catches. Is he... Is he about to...? But before he breaks our rule, he draws in a deep long breath and looks up at me.
"You smell manly," he tells me in a low voice.
I know the smell he means. That musty one of balls that have been caged too long. I'm not a fan of it myself but he loves it. I can't judge though, the musty scent of his armpits when we cuddle is one of my favourite smells in the world. He breathes in again and straightens up, gripping his hard cock in his right hand.
"Do you want to wank?" he asks me.
"Yeah," I tell him quickly.
"How do you want to do it? With me kneeling over you like this?"
I think about it. We've done it this way before and I do enjoy watching him from below... but today I want something a bit more traditional.
"Nah," I tell him. "Could you... could you lie down next to me please?"
He smiles widely and shuffles down next to me. I lift his arm and drape it around my shoulder so that his pit hair is tickling my shoulder.
"You smell good," I tell him.
"I'm glad you think so," he giggles. "Most people hate BO."
"Yeah, well, I like your smell," I say, sticking my tongue out.
We pause and I want to kiss him so badly but... I manage to resist. Instead I grab my stiffy through the fabric of my boxers and start to rub it. He exhales, hard.
"Can I see it," he whispers. I am more than happy to oblige.
I slide my pants down my thighs, the part of my body that is even paler than the rest of me, each and every vein visible through my almost translucent skin. I'm rock hard and there is a large drop of pre-cum hanging from my foreskin. Danny sighs.
"God, you have a beautiful dick Izzy," he tells me.
"I wish it was bigger," I say, gripping the base and waving it back and forth a little; the pre-cum flies off and lands on my tummy.
"That will come with time though," he says, not taking his eyes off it. "Mine was probably about the same as yours when I was your age."
Now it is Danny's turn to unleash his beast. He shucks his underwear down and my eyes are filled with his beautiful cock. Whereas mine sticks straight up at roughly a 45-degree angle, his has a graceful curve towards his belly. He grabs the base and does the same as I did, pointing it towards the ceiling.
"I'd say in another couple of years yours will be as big as mine, if not bigger."
I'd like that. Even though I've seen his dick every day for the past week I never get tired of seeing it, the way it protrudes proudly from his wild bush of thick brown pubic hair, how his foreskin rolls back on its own whenever he gets erect. I pull my own skin back and release my pale pink dick head, glistening with my ample pre-cum.
"Man, you drip like a faucet," he says, before looking me in the eye and grinning. "I bet it tastes delicious."
"I can't wait until you can tell me," I tell him, quietly.
I savour the sweet silence, a quiet of longing and desire, until he says,
"Do you want to cum?"
"Sure. Are you ready?"
"I'm always ready when I'm with you."
Even though I'm flushed with arousal, I feel my cheeks blush. Worries be damned, I quickly lean forwards and peck him on the lips. He grins and makes to move his arm back.
"No," I insist. "Wank with your left hand, I like having your arm around me."
He humours me and stays as he is, his left hand curling tightly around the twitching cock. It's not going to take me long. It never does when I'm with Danny. I start to move my hand up and down my shaft, my long foreskin covering my head with every stroke, a sensual game of whack-a-mole, a now constant stream of pre-cum soaking my hand. I feel his eyes fixed on my member, just as mine are glued to his. One day, one day very soon, it will be my hand doing the job for him and I wait for that day with greater expectation than anything I've ever waited for before. The room begins to smell that way that only a teenage boy's room can, the faint aroma of sweat tinged with the cent of semen and other cock related fumes. Fuck. I'm already close. I want to make this last but...
With all that is going through my head right now, I don't even think, I don't worry about our rules; besides, it's only his armpit. Not missing a stroke, I slide down slightly so I'm on eye level with his pit and move my head directly into his fur, feeling the follicles tickle my face as I take in a deep breath. If it's possible to get even harder, I manage then. He doesn't stink, not at all; instead I take in the lingering smell of his anti-perspirant coupled with the manly scent of having gone about nine hours without airing his pits. I love it. It's just so undeniably... him. And it's all I need. My small balls pull up into my smooth sack, my body goes into spasm and I feel my willy pump out 3 shots of cum right across Danny's thigh. I hear him groan and feel him tense next to me. Despite my own exhaustion, I turn my head in time to see him finish, dumping a load of thick white jizz onto his belly where it hangs like pearls from the curls of his happy trail. His happy patch? Or maybe a happy car park. What I'm trying to say is that there isn't so much a single strip as a thick patch of hair around his belly button. He relaxes and pulls me in close to him, eyes still closed and breathing heavy. Even like this, covered in cum and sweat, I couldn't be happier. When our bodies are pressed together, I am... home.
"That was great, wee-man," he whispers in my ear.
"It really was."
"I can't wait until I can make you feel even better."
"You make me feel amazing now," I promise him.
"Yeah, but... you know, when I can do everything to you and you can just lie there and enjoy it."
I look up at him and press my lips to his again. God his lips are so soft. Do mine feel the same, I wonder? I trace my fingers through his diamond of chest hair and just bask in the after glow.
"Come on," he sighs, eventually. "Let's get a shower and then we can do our homework."
I don't want to move but I know it has to be done. Besides, my dad will be home soon and I'll need to go home. By now our showers have become a regular thing and before long I am enjoying the sensation of being washed, letting Danny move the sponge all over and across and into my body, shuddering as I always do as he cleans my bum-hole. God... I didn't know what position I wanted to be in sex but that did feel amazing. Almost as amazing as it felt as I took the sponge and soaped up this beautiful boy's body, scrubbing him down and watching the hair on his body go from light brown to almost black in the water. He moans softly as I move the sponge between his cheeks, gently caressing him. I am separated from this most intimate place by the sponge alone and it takes all I have to not drop it and just move in with my hand. But I don't. Not yet.
After drying, we sit and listen to some music while we work through what homework we have been given until my phone buzzes with a text informing me that dad was home.
"Alright wee-man," Danny says, standing and stretching. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess."
"Promise?" I ask him, sticking me tongue out. He grins.
"Only if you're good."
This is the moment when we would kiss I think but I've already used up todays rule breaking privilege so I just sort of smile, filling the space that should be filled with kissing with an awkward shuffle to the door.
"I'm hooooome," I sing-song as I step into my house.
"So I heeeeeaaaaaar," my dad sings back. He steps out of the kitchen. "I'm tired and will probably doze off before I finish watching Suits tonight so we're having Spaghetti and Bolognaise from a can and I don't want to hear a word in objection, understood?"
"Understood," I say, mock pouting.
"Good lad. How was school?"
We catch up, I try to pretend to be interested when he tells me about his latest project at work but there is so much to remember and so much talk about graphs and charts that it's painfully easy to just zone out. Besides, I'm not actually entirely sure what it is he even does... Soon enough it's my turn to get him up to speed and I fill him in regarding my classes and what exercise Danny and I had done after school. But, you know... the PG13 exercise.
"When did you start calling him Danny," Dad asks.
Shit.
"Erm..." I'm almost as surprised as he is. "I... don't actually know," I admit. "I think it just sort of happened. He hasn't told me not to at least."
"Izzy and Danny. You sound like a dreadful Country and Western duo."
Though he lets it drop, it does stick with me; when did the transition from Daniel to Danny occur? It seems almost as a result of our sexual activity, as if a pet name was born from the action. And... I don't hate it. Daniel certainly seems too formal now. So he's Danny.
We watch TV together for a short while and, true to his word, Dad falls asleep pretty damn quickly. When my own bedtime rolls around I give him a quick nudge and say goodnight before trundling upstairs to my room. I strip down to my pants and climb under my covers. As per usual, my thoughts drift to Danny and his beautiful physique, all fur and manliness. My dick is hard almost instantly. Hey, leave me alone, I'm twelve! Before I know it, I'm remembering his smell and how it looks when he wanks and my own willy is in my hands as I roll my foreskin up and down over my head. Danny is stripping in front of me. Danny is jerking his big cock next to me. Danny is washing me in the shower.
Spurred on by the thoughts of our bathing related activities, I am inspired to try something I've never done before. Slowing down, I put a finger in my mouth and make sure it is well covered in saliva before I let my hand travel down, the fingers of my right hand lifting my balls (which I suddenly notice are hanging lower than they were a few weeks ago...huh) to give my other hand access to my smooth hairless crack. Tingling with anticipation, I press my slippery finger against my hole. Electricity shoots through me, but I don't know if it is the actual feeling or the building up of sexual expectation. Not that I really care. At that point all I want to do is cum. Sliding my finger over that wrinkled circle of skin, I beat down on my willy with a rekindled fervour, savouring the sensations from two intimate areas, both of which send feelings that burst like fire in my flesh and send earthquakes into and around me. I'm close, I'm so close, I'm, I'm-
As I reach the zenith of my pleasure, my hand almost takes on a life of it's own and my index finger suddenly slips inside me up to my first knuckle. I want to be surprised but all I can feel there and then is the spasms inside my penis as it swells in my hands and my hole clamps down like a vice around my digit. I explode and it takes all of my restraint not to cry out; I feel the cum as it travels up my rigid shaft and as it fires out of my slit, I watch in almost slow motion as it soars through the air towards me. It hits my chin and hangs there as two more shots pump out, one landing on my chest and the other landing neatly in my belly button.
Holy fuck. That was... something else. I'm sweating and panting, cock still in my grip and finger still inside my hole. I almost don't want to take it out. But I can't see myself being able to fall asleep like this so a little unwillingly I remove my finger (carefully) and mop of my cum with a sock. I've never shot that hard or far before... does this mean I'm a bottom? (I have been researching the lingo; while every boy in secondary school knows about the concept of bumsex from pretty much the first day, the logistics of it still escape me) There's so much I still don't know and cannot wait to explore, but one thing I do know is that having my finger inside my butt did something to me that I can't explain. And maybe, just maybe, I'd like to try something else in there.
The next day I sit with Danny on the bus as usual and really want to share what happened but of course we are surrounded by people so I can't exactly explain that I had one of the hardest orgasms ever with a finger in my bumhole, so we just chat. I head to my reggie class and sit down next to Ally (remember that kid I told you about, the one who came in proud and eager to show off the first few curls of hair in his left pit? Him), possibly the closest thing I have to a best friend.
"Hey man, how're you?"
He glances across at me.
"I'm okay, thanks. You?"
"Not bad."
Something seems wrong. Why is he talking to me like a stranger?
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just you've barely spoken to me lately. I wasn't sure if we were still friends or not."
Ouch. That hurt. But, I realise, it's fair.
"Yeah... I'm sorry man."
"Don't be."
"No, I am. I mean it, I'm sorry. I've been... I've been weird lately." I'm certainly not lying. "I've had a lot of stuff going on and then with my uncle dying and everything I've been kind of... off."
"Don't worry about it," he says, but this time at least he sounds a bit more sincere. "I get it. I just kind of missed you," he says with a grin, exposing his braces that are currently coloured with blue bands.
"I'll do better," I tell him, grinning right back. There is a pause. "Wait, I know. It's my birthday on Saturday. Let's go and hang out somewhere. We can see a movie or even just play on the showies they have in the cinema. Eat crap food and have fun?"
"Just you and me?"
"I'm the skinny, geeky ginger kid, who the hell else am I going to invite?"
He laughs.
"Sounds good man, let's do it."
"Great."
I mean it, too. I do need to do better. Just because I have... whatever the hell it is I have with Danny doesn't mean I can abandon my friends. Friend. Singular. So I have to make sure Ally knows we're still pals.
We have most of our classes together so we do catch up; there's a part of me that wants to ask if his right armpit has got in on the action yet but I don't know how to bring it up... But we hang out, eat lunch and school, as it often does, passes without anything really of note. By the time the bell rings, we are both excited to head out into the city centre the day after tomorrow and do whatever it is we want to do. We're heading out of the building to the busses when I quickly tell him,
"I'll be right back, I gotta piss."
I duck into the boys bathroom and head to the urinal, quickly letting my cock out and sighing with relief as my piss hits the metal. Just as I'm done and shaking off, the door opens. I tuck myself away and make to leave, but come face to face with Chris. Ah, fuck. He puts one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my chest and pushes me against the wall, hard.
"What the fuck have you been saying about me?" he hisses.
"Nothing," I insist, trying to struggle free. He pushes me back harder and I stop wriggling, terrified of what he might do next.
"Then why do I have sixth years on my case, telling me to leave you alone."
I pause; I suddenly realise that Danny is probably letting folk know that this wanker is giving me a hard time.
"I don't know," I tell him. "But do you not think if you left me alone then they would probably back off?"
He scowls.
"You know I could kick your cunt in."
"Yeah. And I couldn't stop you. Look at me. You'd be the big hard man beating up the scrawny kid. Wouldn't that look great? And what do you think they'd do to you then?"
That does seem to make him stop and think. Our eyes are locked and I can hear my heart hammering over the sound of his heavy breathing. He takes his hand of my chest. Is he letting me go? But he doesn't take it away; instead he lowers down my body and suddenly I feel his big hand covering my crotch. What. The. Fuck.
Here is Chris, boasting about how he's been getting head off lassies and he's got his palm over my dick. With surprising softness, I feel him begin to squeeze it, gently. And oh my God, really? I'm getting hard. NOT NOW! I don't know what to do. We're still staring at each other, right in each others faces but my cock is filling out and there's no way he can't feel it. Well... if he's going to hit me, he's going to hit me. I might as well test the waters. I reach out with my own hand and return the favour, hand resting over the fly of his trousers and give it a gentle squeeze. Holy shit... he's just as hard as I am. His breathing halts and becomes ragged, like he's scared. But he doesn't try and stop me, so there we are; hand on each other's dicks, feeling the hardness. I even rub it a little, trying to jack him off through the material.
The door opens and without missing a beat, he snaps his hand away and shoves me back into the wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
"What the fuck?" I hear Ally say; he is standing in the doorway, a look of sheer fury on his face. Chris turns to him.
"The fuck are you looking at, prick?" he snarls, pushing past Ally and striding out into the hall. Ally rushes over to me.
"Are you alright?" he asks me. I nod, gasping as I try to catch my breath. "What was that about?"
"Apparently he's been warned to back off by Daniel and some of the sixth years," I explain. "Clearly he's pissed off by this fact." I crack my neck from side to side. "Ow."
"C'mon man, I think we've probably missed the busses by now," says Ally, gripping my shoulder and nudging me towards the door.
He's right; we have indeed missed the busses so we walk home; yeah it will take a while, but it's too far and hell, at least it's not raining. We talk, catch up, but there is something pressing on him; I can tell.
"Izzy?"
"Yeah?"
"When I opened the door," he stutters, clearly worrying about something. "When... Look, when I opened the door, it looked like Chris had his hand on your dick, and you had yours on his."
Fuck. So he saw that, then. I had been hoping he hadn't.
"Erm... yeah," I admit, feeling my cheeks burn.
"What's that about?"
"I don't know," I tell him. "He had me up against the wall, telling me he could batter me and I thought he was actually going to. The he just puts his hand on my crotch and squeezed my dick."
"Why?"
"I have no idea!"
Ally remains silent for a few seconds, and then asks, "And you having your hand on his?"
I shrug.
"I guess I wanted to return the favour."
He laughs.
"Izzy, are you gay?" he asks me, with all the concern of someone asking about the weather.
"Yeah, I think so," I tell him, with remarkable ease, freed slightly by the nonchalance with which he asked me.
"Cool."
"You don't mind?"
"Course I don't," he says. "You remember my cousin Robin? He lives with his boyfriend Adam these days, they're cool. As long as you're okay."
Wow. That felt... amazing, actually. A weight I didn't know I had been carrying was suddenly lifted off my shoulders.
"I do have a question though," Ally asks.
"Okay?"
"Did you feel Chris's dick?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And was it hard?" he asks.
"Oh my god it was like, super fucking hard," I laugh. "It was like I was holding a rock."
"Did it feel big?" I glance at him in surprise. He raises an eyebrow. "What? I'm curious."
"Well, it certainly not small," I say, relenting. "Definitely bigger than mine."
"Interesting..."
"Don't tell anyone though, yeah?" I beg. "He already wants to knock my teeth out, I don't want him to have any more reasons to beat me up."
"Don't worry," Ally assures me. "Your secret is safe with me."
I grin, feeling a little more than I did before. While I am definitely not ready to be out to everyone yet, it feel good to have a friend who knows, making me feel a little more like... well, like me.