SERVING DANNY CHAPTER TWO
We both pulled our shirts off behind the school. Danny looked golden and delicious and had a few blond hairs around each nipple and I was dying to suck them. Me, I wasn't too bad by then. Ordinary white boy skin, I guess, no hair at all except just a little below my belly button. Real nice nipples—in fact it turned me on to look at them some times and even play with them a little. But I wasn't skinny and I wasn't flabby.
All of a sudden, Danny put his hands behind his head. "Have a good look, Gavin. Enjoy. Work up an appetite for me. Think about chewing on my pit hair, tasting me on a hot day."
After an invitation like that I wasn't the least bit shy about looking him up and down carefully and even dwelling on his pits before. I never thought armpits would be any interesting. But now that we were growing up, I loved seeing all the configurations of hair in them. Sometimes I'd go to the town swimming poll in dark glasses and just sit around seeing how many hairy armpits I could spot. I getting was more interested in that then in any other part of the boys' bodies. Did Danny know that? Did he catch me staring some time?
All of a sudden I realize that Danny's been checking me out, too. "Damn, Coop, I thought I have nice nipples but yours, oh man, Coop, they are begging from some serious attention." And, I swear, he reaches out to me and scratches one of them with a fingernail. I can't help but sigh heavily, obviously aroused by what he just did to me. He clearly notices. Smiling, he tells me "Some day I'm gonna hang out with your nipples, boy, and pay so much attention to them that you'll be out of your mind and crying. Not in a bad way, but in a good way. A real good way, boy. Now that you're 18, I can have my way with you. I've been waiting patiently. Now it's time. Come work with us, Coop.."
One day I got a note in my locker. "Boys room in the park. 4:30. Come and see." Nope. Didn't dare. I had heard some guys talking about that place, how old queers hung out there a lot and tried to get the young guys. Mike said that one guy offered him five dollars to let him see his dick. Right away three guys burst out "who the hell would pay to see you?" And we all laughed our heads off. Danny was standing behind me. "You'll see me for free," he said driving a knuckle into the small of my back. "And I'll expect you to show your appreciation."
Me, I was hoping he was really promising me something. By this point I knew what I was and I also knew that I was dying with love and lust for Danny O'Donovan, that I would give anything to run my hands through his hair. That I'd let him poke me anywhere he wanted to, and that damn yes, I wanted to see him with no shirt on. Damn yes, I wanted to see his dick and maybe even hold it. I still wasn't thinking about anything oral yet, but that would follow in time. And, of course, Danny would be the one to break me in that way.
Sometimes the hottest things happen by accident. I had to stay after school the week before graduation for an honor students' meeting on the second floor of the old school building. It was hot as hell in there and the meeting dragged on and on. I had to pee something awful. Finally I couldn't stand it any more and just left the meeting. There was a bathroom at the end of the hall but I didn't even know if it was functional. I didn't care. I'd piss in the sink if I had to.
Anyway, some other meeting had also just gotten out, and a few guys were walking out of the bathroom when I got there. "Everything works okay in there," I asked. "Works fine," Greg said. "And hey, your boyfriend Danny's in there having a nice piss for himself. Hurry up, you might get a good peek at him, faggot." I didn't care. I was too busy rushing in. And there he was, in a the last urinal, all the way against the wall. He saw me come in and smirked. I walked over, and pissed a couple urinals away from him. I swear he deliberately shook his cock and then held it flat in his palm and showed it to me! I thought I'd faint. It was awesome. Not too thick not too slender. Perfect, and the head, oh my, I could see a single drop of piss on it. "Wanna come shake off the last drop?" he said to me.
I was mesmerized and terrified and my blood started racing and I was afraid to say anything at all, I just did what I was there to do, zipped up quickly and ran out of the room. And, of course, regretted it. Graduation day was upon us and that would be then end of even having a chance to be around him.
I asked my parents about getting a job with him and his brother but they weren't very keen on the idea. I was gonna have to work pretty hard to convince them. When I told Danny I might not be able to take the job, he asked me how much I'd earn at the camp. "Hardly anything. Not even minimum wage. I just want to work there because I like it there so much. Everyone's a lot more easy about showing dicks."
"Tell them we'll pay you double the minimum. See if that will do the trick. We can afford to do that. Of course, you won't get paid for all the indoor work I'll have for you. That will just be special." Damn I loved it when he speaks to me that way. He gives me a lot of things to think about when I jerk off at night. Thinking of being his slave." The next day Danny took me aside. "Let me give you a piece of advice, boy. If you decide to take that job at the camp, don't forget that you'll be 18. You won't be able to join in whatever goes on there with dicks. You'll probably end up in jail charged with child abuse." I never thought of that, so I'm glad he told me. That put an end to my desire to go back to the camp again.
I'd have to find some other job. But then I got an idea. "I just thought of how I can get my parents to let me work with you." I told him what I planned and he thought it was a good idea.
That night I asked them at supper. "I can probably find some minimum age job somewhere," and they agreed it was worth investigating. The next night I put my plan into action. "I just found a job opportunity that will pay double the minimum." That's all I said. My parents looked at each other and did some kind of eye-conversation they always do. Then my father says, "if they're offering double, then take the job. I don't care what it is as long as it's something legal."
SUCCESS!!! I was so excited I called Danny to tell him, but he wasn't home. We didn't have cell phones back then.
I must admit that I was not in a very good mood with my birthday and graduation the same day. Danny and I wouldn't even be sitting near each other. My name was a C and his was an O. He'd be sitting behind me for the whole time and I couldn't just turn around to get one last look at him.
They did something nice that year. They had set up small cubicles for mail and gifts for each of us and we could go to pick the stuff up after the ceremony was over. I had a few cards, mostly from teachers who liked me and a couple girls who knew me through the math league I had belonged to. Then there was a small box wrapped in dark blue paper with a note on it that said, "Open this before you go to sleep tonight. Not until then."
I quickly shoved the box into the pocket of my suit coat and forgot all about it until later that night when the boring adults-only party died down. I did really well with gifts. Almost $4.000 which my mother quickly took to set up an account for me for when I went to college. My Aunt Vicky saw her do it. Later on she got me alone in the kitchen hand handed me a hundred dollar bill. "This is for you to enjoy yourself with now, not in the fall. Just between you and me, sweetie," she said. Bless her! Finally it was bed time. When I took off my suit (which I was still wearing), I remembered the box in my pocked. I got undressed and ready for bed then I tore off the paper and opened up the box. There was note in it and a small tube of something. I opened the note.
"You are invited to come celebrate your birthday with me next weekend. My place. You'll get to see all of it. The tube has something in it you can use on your dick when you jerk off tonight. Think about seeing me in the bathroom and not running away this time. D." Underneath the tube of lube were several tissues. He thought of everything.
And damn! For the first time in my life, I was going to jerk off because Danny wanted me to, because Danny told me to think about him when I did it! Happy birthday, kid! You know something, that idea about being his slave was in my mind now although I didn't have a clue about any of that stuff or what it would mean.
Much to my surprise, my parents didn't object to my spending the weekend with a friend. "You're 18 now, they said, "you're no longer a child we have to protect." The only problem was that Danny lived in Connecticut. I had to figure out a way to get there and back. I called him and asked if he could get me information about bus routes to his house. "Don't worry about it," he told me. "I'll have my driver pick you up and bring you back home after I'm done with you on Sunday afternoon."
I wasn't sure what he meant by "after I'm done with you." but it seemed that he had some kind of plan in mind, that he was in charge of me for some reason, that at some point he would send me away, discarding me when he was done with me or just plain tired of me. His words awakened something within me that I'd never felt before, some kind of submissiveness, something that made me realize that he saw me as someone he could use for his own purposes for as long as he wanted to. Much to my surprise, I felt no resentment, no urge to resist. Much to my surprise, it helped me relax and I found that I was eagerly looking forward to whatever was going to happen.
After a hellish period just waiting for the weekend, the limo arrives, long and sleek and black with heavily tinted windows. The driver gets out. He comes over, takes my overnight bag and puts it in the trunk. I went to open the back door but he stops me. "Allow me." He opens the door and I stand there looking to what seems like a dark cave to me. He gestures for me to get inside and puts a hand on my head as I lean over so I don't hit it on the top of the frame.
I pile in and the driver shuts my door. Surprise! Danny is sitting there waiting for me. He looks so awesome, his clothing, his hair, his hands on his lap, his smile. "I wasn't going to make you ride all the way alone. It's a forty-five minute ride depending on traffic. Besides, I figure this can be a time to get to know one another better. He clicks a switch on the side of his seat and the space is filled with a soft light that makes Danny look all the more beautiful, like some kind of a god and I'm now in his temple.
"We have complete privacy here so relax. No can see or hear us, not even the driver. I have you all to myself."
I nod, not knowing what to say to him. I find I'm trembling a little. He reaches over with his hand and puts it on top of my leg. I gasp. "Easy, kid, easy. It's all good. You know I like to touch you. Now I can touch you all I want." He slides his hand up and down the top of my leg and I tingle everywhere he touches me. "Easy, boy, easy. I've got something special to show you, something that I think you've wanted to see for a long time."
He pulls down his zipper and readjusts himself so that his dick is all the way out of his pants, just resting in the open air. All of it. Golden yellow, so beautiful and smooth, a bit hefty and the crown of it is longer than I would have expected. Oh my! I can't keep my eyes off it. "Watch it grow," he says, then leans back and closes his eyes. What control he has! He starts getting bigger, harder, so much longer than mine. So beautiful. I find my mouth watering, I want it so much. "There. You see, I'm not afraid to expose myself to you. I know how much you've wanted to see it. Now you can. All I ask in return is that you finally admit the truth about yourself, that you're a queer. and that you're queer for me. I promise I won't let anyone else know it. So tell me: are you queer?"
I nod my head, more embarrassed than ever before.
"I want to hear you say it. I mean, look at you staring at my hard dick with your mouth watering! So tell me, kid: are you a queer."
I take a deep breath. I've never said these words out loud before. "yes, Danny, I'm queer."
"thank you for admitting it. So tell me, how long have you known it?" "in some ways since middle school, but it's only the past two years that I can handle the idea. I hate it. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm afraid what will happen when others find out, especially my parents. I can never get boys and dicks and things like that out of my mind."
"And you're hopelessly sick for my dick, aren't you?"
"Yes, Danny. Your dick is so fantastic, so awesome."
"Have you ever touched any other boy's dick before?"
"Yes. In summer camp, we all did it a lot."
"You especially, I bet. Did you like giving hand-jobs to the other guys in your cabin?"
"Yes, Danny. A lot of guys wanted me to do it."
"did you ever put one in your mouth?"
"No." One quick word.
"that's not a good answer. Wouldn't it be better for you to just say "not yet"?
Damn, I know where this is heading now. He just proved it to me. I'm going to find out what it's like to have his dick in my mouth. I give in to what Danny wants me to say.
"Not yet."
"Good boy. Now take your finger and run it from the bottom of my dick all the way up to the tip. Do it very slowly. Just one finger for now."
Oh my God! I'm going to touch Danny's dick, his awesome hard dick. I reach out then quickly back off when I first touch it. I feel like I was getting an electrical shock. Danny giggles.
"Oh come on, queer boy. You've touched plenty of dicks before. You just told me. Don't be shy now. I know how much you want mine, baby." I touch him again. He's so smooth and soft even though he's hard.
"Go on now, slowly, bit by bit, all the way up to the tip. It's gonna make me feel so good, kid, so damn good. If you're a good boy, I'm gonna let you make me feel good all weekend. Would you like that? Would you like to make me feel good?"
"Oh yeah. You know so, Danny."
This is just too good to be happening. I must be dreaming, I thought. But then I get all the way up to the tip of his dick and there's some moisture there.
"Oops," he says, "I'm leaking a little. Wipe me off, why don't you?" I do so with my finger. "Are you queer enough to put that finger in your mouth now, kid?" he asks. "Ooo, there's more. Better wipe me with two fingers, okay?"
Bolder now, I do what he asked. "Now, in the mouth, faggot!" He never spoke to me so harsh, command-like, like a drill sergeant or something. I'm so shocked that he just called me faggot that I pop my fingers right into my mouth.
"that's better. Taste me, boy." He speaks more calmly now. Real nicely. I like his tone of voice.
"I bet you're like some more, wouldn't you?"
I nod my head. He sounds annoyed. "enough with the gestures. Use words, faggot."
"Yes, I'd like some more, Danny? Please?" All of a sudden I really get into begging him. Shit! When Danny calls me that name I would do anything he wants.
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