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This chapter is involves young teenaged boys, but subsequent chapters will involve some girls and adults.
I wouldn't mind some feedback about continuing this series.
(c)Traveler 1996
Chapter One
Dane
Dane Krieger was my greatest crush on another boy. At 13, he had all the things I didn't have. His family had money. Dane was good at baseball. He had a steady girlfriend. Dane was hung. I knew this because we were in the same gym class one semester. Only some of us had much hair around our dicks and I wasn't one of them. My voice had not changed, either. Dane's voice had changed. Not only did he have lots of hair around his dick, he had a dark curly line of it almost to his belly button.
It wasn't hard for me to see all these details because he liked to wander around the lockerroom before and after gym and show off. He would sashay around with him cock tucked between his legs and call out in a falsetto, ``Oh! I thought this was the girl's lockerroom. I don't want all you boys looking at my pussy.'' And that gave us all an excuse to stare at his crotch and laugh. It was all so ridiculous because there was nothing feminine about him at all. I was jealous because I could have tried the same joke and them I would have been the butt of it.
Another time he came by after he had showered. He had lathered up his crotch and hadn't washed it off. He stopped at the end of my row of lockers and as he did some pull-ups, the lather ran down his thigh, catching here and there on the dark hairs. He dropped to the floor, bent forward to get a good look at his crotch and said, ``I guess I didn't clean myself up very well after beating off.'' He laughed and walked on, but I was stunned. I had just figured out how to masturbate after reading the sex education book my parents gave me to read. The book said that all boys start doing it about my age, but I wasn't sure that anyone I knew did it. I couldn't believe that Dane would talk about it so openly.
The scariest thing about gym class was standing in line for towels. The coach wouldn't watch us in the showers to make sure we all got nice and clean. He wouldn't open the towel room until he felt that every one of us had washed well enough. The boys who got their showers first had to stand in line with a bunch of other wet, naked boys and wait for towels. Other than being cold, I'm sure the thing that worried us most is that we'd get a boner. How long can you stand around completely naked, trying not to think of getting a boner and not start thinking about boners? Once you start thinking about them, the real thing isn't far behind.
Howie Franklin got a boner once and tried to hide it by standing with his face to the wall. That was such a giveaway. His dick was so small. And it wasn't like it was a full boner that pointed all the way up. He was just about parallel to the floor and really short. But he had one and called attention to it. After that lots of boys called him names and really kept their distance from him in the line.
Back to Dane. One day we were stuck in the shower line a real long time. Dane was right behind me but I wasn't talking to him. I was afraid to do that. But I could feel his warmth as he moved around chatting casually with everyone around him. I could feel his deep voice resonating in my chest. I was standing there trying not to think about him when a fight broke out a little way farther back in line and someone got pushed and the next thing I knew, Dane was hugging me, trying not to fall down.
He recovered nicely. ``Hey, Tim. You're my hero,'' he said in his falsetto. Then he kept on talking to me about classes and teachers. I loved it but hated it at the same time. I couldn't turn my back on him but I really couldn't enjoy his attention because I couldn't control my body. But soon after the towel room opened and we quickly got our towels and headed back to our lockers.
I was just pulling on my briefs when Dane suddenly appeared next to me. He dropped his armload of clothes on the bench and dried himself while he continued the conversation we had been having. I had been so lost in my thoughts back there in line that I really didn't know that there was a conversation to be continued. But he was talking about a party that weekend and what high hopes he had for it. I wish I could have been as at ease with my body as he was. He was as casual about his nakedness as he would have been about a car he had stripped. At one point he pulled back his large foreskin to dry underneath and couldn't help but stare. I didn't have a foreskin and I wondered about how it worked. It seems that he dried it a bit more than he needed to and when he got done he carefully pulled the skin back over the head, except it couldn't cover it all now. He had like 20% of an erection. That's when I realized that he'd caught me staring at it. He looked at me carefully for a beat, then laughed it off by swatting his dick and complaining that it had a mind of its own. I countered with the old joke that God gave men brains and dicks but not enough blood to run them both at the same time. I not sure what I meant by it at the time, but Dane laughed and I felt so close to him at that point.
On Friday Dane found me in the cafeteria and asked me whether I had gotten permission to come to the party on Saturday. I didn't realize that he had wanted me to come. Some kids at another school were having this party. There would be girls and beer. Dane arched an eyebrow and said, When those Wilson girls get some beer into them, you can even get them to suck your cock.'' An image of a girl sucking Dane's cock flashed into my mind. I had seen crude drawings in public bathrooms so I could imagine how it was done. I thought my mind would explode. I don't know what my face looked like, but Dane grinned slyly and said, Think you'd like some of that, Timmy boy? Some lipstick on your dipstick.'' I knew I was supposed to have some guy-type response, but I couldn't think of anything better than, ``Her nose on my hose.''
Dane laughed like I had said something really clever and original. Well, I guess it was original because no one had ever said anything that stupid before. His bright white teeth flashed and his startling grey eyes glistened. I noticed the dimple on his right cheek. I noticed that his voice was a little bit huskier than usual as he worked out plans for me to get out of the house for the night. Dane had presence and I wanted to be in his presence. At that moment, I realized that my feelings for him weren't just hero worship.
The plan we - that is, Dane - had concocted was that I was to spend the night at his house. He lived in a really nice part of town and my parents would be really pleased that I was spending time with the right sort of people. They would also know that Dane and I were going to a party, but they would expect Dane's parents to make sure we didn't get into trouble. What they didn't know is that Dane's parents didn't give a darn about whether he drank or came home late or not at all. In fact, Dane's room is in a separate wing of the house and they don't even know when he comes or goes. He said he had brought all sorts of girls back there and his parents didn't care. He would leave used condoms lying around and the housekeeper had to clean them up.
Our house is quite small so everyone knows everything that's going on. Before dinner, I showered and got out some of my nicest clothes. I really wanted to impress Dane. My dad said, Looks like Timmy's got himself a date tonight.'' That's when I realized that I thought of this as my date with Dane. What if they suspected? My mother replied, He needs to look nice when he meets Mr. and Mrs. Krieger.'' My dad grinned at me, ``Maybe meet some nice girl at that party. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.'' I suddenly felt horrible because I realized that they trusted me completely and would have been hurt to know what Dane and I had planned. And then I felt even worse realizing that I was misleading Dane, too. I wasn't going there to meet girls. I was doing whatever it took so I could spend more time with Dane.
Our town is pretty small, so I could just bike over to Dane's house. I didn't have to deal with the silliness of my mother trying to impress Mrs. Krieger. Dane had told me where to find the door near his bedroom so I didn't even have to see his parents. When I got there he was just finishing some repairs on his bike. He said he'd change clothes and we could get something to eat on the way over to the party. I hadn't thought of that. I didn't have any money for food; I had expected Mrs. Krieger to feed me. ``I already ate before I came over, Dane,'' I lied for the umpteenth time that day.
OK then. I'll just get something out of the kitchen and eat it on the way to the party.'' He left and came back with a small bag of something. I was so hungry that my stomach hurt. Dane didn't do much to get ready for the party. He walked into the bathroom that adjoins his bedroom, took off his dirty clothes and dropped them into the hamper. He stood in his blue briefs and washed his hands and face. He smelled his armpit - his dark, curly armpit hair shocking against his very light skin - and made a face. He put on more deodorant. He rubbed his chin. God. Dane actually needed to shave. But tonight he decided not to. He grabbed some clothes off the hook behind the door and quickly put them on. Grabbing the bag of food, he patted me on the shoulder, Come on, buddy, let's get on the pussy trail.''
All the way over to the party we said stupid, guy things like I'm so horny I could fuck a log.'' I'm so horny I could fuck a dog.'' I'm so horny I could fuck your mother.'' I thought, I'm so horny you could fuck me, Dane.''
After all the build-up, the party was a zero. A couple girls, but they were taken. Ninety percent of the crowd was boys from Wilson. I got only 2 beers, but that's 2 beers more than I had drunk in my whole life. Best of all, Dane could see that he wasn't going to get lucky so he spent almost the whole evening with me.
I was feeling really expansive on the way home. And confident. I really felt that I was on a par with Dane. Another one of the big boys. A couple blocks from the party he stopped. ``I gotta bleed my lizard,'' he said and whipped it out. I really had to go bad, too, so I did the same. He stood there, holding his cock by the foreskin, slowly moving it back and forth like his was using his piss to put out a grass fire on the suburban lawn. When hit urine hit the grass it splattered loudly and sent up a little steam.
Eventually I got into it too and we started a urine swordfight. Luckily these weren't real swords because his stream was powerful and thick. At one point he turned to face me directly and I had to stand with my legs wide apart as he finished off, leaving a puddle directly beneath me. I could smell the strong aciditc odor rising from his puddle. I took a few seconds longer to finish; I just didn't have the bladder strength a large bore that he had. As he stood there shaking the dew from his lily, he watched me finish up and chuckled.
You sure hold your dick funny. Looks like you're playing with it.'' I had never thought about whether there was a right or wrong way to hold my dick when I pissed. I just did it the way my Dad did, I guess. But looking over at Dane bouncing his wiener up and down by pulling on his foreskin made me wonder whether he wasn't the one who was playing with it. Then I wondered whether I should start talking to him about playing with it'' but decided that he would just make fun of me if he learned that I did it. On the other hand, he sure talked about it a lot. He must do it ... But I was just too chicken to bring it up.
His house was dark when we got there. We went in through his private entrance and headed straight to his room. He started undressing right away. Standing to one side of the bed, he said, ``You can sleep on the other side of the bed.'' I wasn't a bit nervous about sleeping in his bed. It was a big bed and I wasn't yet at the age where guys are nervous about sleeping together. That comes with experience.
We stripped to our underwear and climbed into bed together. I lay there quietly. Wishing I could go to sleep instead of lying there listening to his breathing. I looked over at him and saw that he was wide awake, lying there on his back, staring at the ceiling. The light from a streetlight fell gently across his face. He smiled broadly and looked over at me. ``You can't sleep either, can you, pal?''
``No. I always have trouble sleeping in strange places.''
``Maybe it's the light coming through that window. You want me to close the curtain?'' Not waiting for an answer, he climbed out of bed and walked to the window. I could see the bulge in the front of his briefs. His boner was definitely beyond 20% this time. He stood, staring out the window. Once again I was envious of how at ease he was with himself. He didn't seem to be at all concerned about being nearly naked, nearly hard, and having another boy watching him. He seem to think for a while and pulled the curtain shut. The room was really dark now and I could just barely make out his figure as he came back to the bed. He stood at his side of the bed for a few seconds and then switched on the light on the nightstand.
I gotta admit, Tim-O. I was expecting to get lucky tonight. I can't sleep unless I do something about this,'' he said as he looked down as his hard on, the head of his cock peeking out above the elastic band of his briefs. You want me to do it in the bathroom, or do you want to jack off with me here?''
``Sure, I'll jack off with you,'' I replied, my heart in my mouth.
Dane left the light on and climbed back under the covers with me. He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. I could see his hand moving under the sheets. I started stroking, too. Dane opened his eyes and looked over at me and said that he liked to be nude when he did this and wondered if I minded. I told him I didn't mind a bit. He quickly threw back the covers and started pulling down his underwear. His erection was caught under the waistband and he had to tug a few times to get it free. It slapped against his belly.
He got up on his knees and looked down at me. He was a Greek god in a human body. His hair was a bit tousled with one lock hanging down on his forehead. He was breathing hard, his chest clearing moving. With the light at his side, I could see that he had a few hairs around his large, erect nipples. His thigh muscles were tense. He began bouncing up and down slightly on the bed, making his thighs flex and the muscles move gently under the skin. Best of all, his boner was out there for me to see. I knew he didn't mind me studying it. The skin was pulled back a little, exposing just a little of the shiny, angry red tip. Farther down the shaft, I could see some veins pulsing. He was entirely hard, but his excitement kept pumping more blood into it, causing the shaft to pull tight against his belly then slightly relax and pull back again. He seemed as unaware of his awesome beauty as he did in the lockerroom. Then he cupped his right hand under his balls and started gently sliding his foreskin slowly up and down over the head.
``Come on, buddy boy. You're not just going to watch me, are you?''
Indeed I was not. I quickly pulled off my briefs. Gazing intently at his cock, I lay on my back and started beating off. The style that I had learned was to make a circle with my thumb and index finger (like I was signaling OK) and move my fingers up and down the shaft.
Dane chuckled. ``Interesting technique, sport. Do you like mine?''
``I do, but it won't work on me. I've been circumcised.''
``So I noticed. But you can try it on me.''
I got up on my knees, facing Dane. My hand was shaking as I reached over fondled the head of his dick. Without asking, he reach over and started stroking mine, using something like a tennis grip. His hand was cold and rough, but it felt better than my own hand ever did. I was breathing hoarsely and feeling very lightheaded as a little, clear drop of fluid appeared at the head of my dick. Dane wiped up the drop with his finger.
``I'm sorry, Dane. It just happens. I can't help it.''
Bud, don't worry. It's just pre-cum. We all get it. And it tastes good!'' I couldn't believe it when he put his finger into his mouth and licked it off. He smiled. Taste mine!'' I did. The smell was a bit like old cheese. It had a salty, rank taste, but I kind of got off on it anyway. I briefly wondered whether this is the kind of compulsion a dog feels when it sniffs another dog's asshole or eats something dead and rotten in the yard.
``So, Tim. You got any other JO techniques.''
I eagerly showed him the first way I did it. I had known enough about sex to know what the motions looked like. One night I was fantasizing about Jeanine Albright, about what it would be like to fuck her. I had lain on my stomach in bed with my pillow bunched up under my throbbing hard on. Then I had gotten into a crouch and rocked my pelvis over the pillow and finally started pushing my boner into the pillow. That was the first time I came. I had a hard time explaining to my mother that my cold' got better really fast even though she had found lots of snot' on my pillow. So, I showed Dane this technique on his bed.
Then he showed me another way to do it. He went into his bathroom and brought back a warm, wet washcloth. He wrapped his dick in it and stuck them between his mattress and boxsprings. He also said he had gotten off by taping his dick to the padding of a vibrating sander turning the sander on. But NO sandpaper. He looped a handkerchief under his balls and brought the ends up on either side of the shaft. He held the ends as he stroked and the hankie pulled up and down on his balls. He showed me all sorts of great ideas.
Then he said he had been thinking about something new. He wanted to know what my mouth felt like. I hesitated. He looked really sad and brought his cock near my face. He begged. Please!'' I licked a drop off the tip with my tongue. That's good, Tim my friend. Now kiss it.''
I did.
``Can't you put some in your mouth?''
I gently pulled back the skin. Behind the head there was a smear of something white and smelly. It smelled really strong, like really old cheese. I ran my tongue over this stuff. It tasted strong and then made my tongue numb. He put his hands behind my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. ``Cocksucker!'' he said harshly.
I was really hurt, because I knew that what I was. I pulled back and looked at him, fearing the worst.
Dane's face mellowed. ``Hey, guy. Don't feel bad. I think it's great that you're a cocksucker. You're not the only one.''
``Who else?''
``I've had Brandon Celandon and Jim O'Brien suck on it, too.''
I couldn't believe he told me that. When I thought about it, I realized that those boys and I had something in common. We were late bloomers. We were not very big. But Jim was really swishy. Everyone suspected that he was a fag. But Brandon? And what about me?
``I'm not a cocksucker, Dane. I just did what you wanted me to do.''
Sorry, Timmy. Let me make it up to you.'' He lay down on the bed next to me and pulled my boner toward his mouth. I swung my right leg over him so I could straddle his face while he sucked me. And he really sucked me great. With him looking up at me while my cock was in his mouth almost made me shoot right then. This was bliss. Evidently he could see it in my face because he had a big grin around my boner. Pulling back from me, he said, Am I a cocksucker, too, Mr. Tim?'' I nodded, wishing he would go back to work. Instead, he pushed me over to my side and sat up.
``Good! Not that we got that out of the way, I want to work on my knob some more.''
I tried to suck him as well as he had sucked me, but he was too big for me and the memory of the taste and cheesy smell kept coming back and making me gag. I decided to suck on his beautiful, hairy balls. That was better. Their roughness was pleasing to my tongue. They smelled manly. A slight hint of cedar rose from beneath his nuts.
``Finger my asshole, Tim.''
He leaned back some more so and pulled his legs up to his chest so I could see the old red eye. I studiously probed it with my index finger. The cedar scent gave way to something much closer to shit. He pulled my head back to his dick. He groaned and writhed a lot while I sucked and fingered him.
I need you to fuck me, Tim,'' he raspily told me. Fuck a boy? I couldn't believe it, but then I realized that, of course, this kind of thing happened all the time. Reaching over to the nightstand, Dane pulled out a packaged rubber. Put it on and fuck me,'' he said more insistently. He was flat on his back with his legs pulled up a bit.
I tried tearing open the package, but my finger was slippery from his asshole. I couldn't bear to hold the package with my teeth now that it was dirty. I wiped my finger on his sheet, leaving a brown stain. I noticed that there was shit under my fingernail. I ripped open the package. I didn't have any trouble getting the condom on. I put the head of my dick against his asshole. I could see some particles of food stuck in the hairs around his asshole. Looked like a hull from popcorn. I spread his cheeks and the hairs slowly came untangled, letting a brown seed drop to the mattress.
``Don't fuck me without a lubricant, asshole!'' He reached over and gave me a tube of some kind of scented stuff. I rubbed it all over my cock while he rubbed it on his asshole.
He pulled his legs up flush against his chest. I noticed the tightness of his calf muscles and the curly dark hairs on the backs of his thighs. I slid my right hand under his buttocks and used my other hand to push my cock down so the head was right at his asshole. Then I leaned my body slowly against his.
This time my cock slid in easily. I had the head in there. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I wondered whether I should push it all the way in. I wondered whether I should kiss him. I pushed another half inch in and Dane farted. Just like that. It was a little fart but strong. I pulled back a bit and pushed in again. Another fart. I really stank. Then the worst thing of all happened. I started thinking about how I would rather be somewhere else entirely. I started wondering what would happen if my mother and dad found out what I was doing. I went limp.
``Sorry, Dane. I'm not very good at this.'' My quickly shriveling penis slid out of him. I could see a brown film all over the condom.
``Don't worry, bucko. I'll show you how it's done.'' He got out from under me. His erection hadn't lost any of its size or strength. He pushed me face down onto the bed. I could feel his cock again my butt.
``Aren't you going to use a condom, Dane?''
``I don't have any more, son. But don't worry. I don't let anyone fuck me without a condom. You won't catch anything from me.'' Mercifully, he liberally greased my asshole and his cock before he started on me again. I tried to talk, but my face was down in the mattress, so all I did was groan. Dane could tell I was trying to say something. He turned me over.
``Dane. I was wondered whether Jimmy and Brandon fucked you.''
``Jimmy did. And 2 guys from Wilson. But they all wore rubbers. Let's do it this way.'' He slid pillows under my hips. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up hard against my body. My hole was now at the right height for him. He pushed the head in. My asshole hurt. He pushed some more and I could feel the pain inside. It was like being kicked in the balls, but deeper.
I groaned and tried to say something, but Dane just hugged me really tight and kissed me hard on the lips. He breathed deeply with each stroke, bathing me with his beery breath. I tried harder to talk, and he put his head above mine. Now I could feel the sweat from his neck on my face. I could smell his dirty armpits. I wished he had showered before we went out. He reached down and roughly tugged on my limp dick, like it was some sort of rope. He had his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
The pain subsided but didn't go away. It hurt so bad every time he pushed. I felt an aching at my temples. I could feel my balls taking a beating between his hard stomach and my pelvis. I wondered how long this would go on. I thought of one night I heard my parents getting it on in their bedroom. They had been out celebrating that night and were really happy. I could hear my dad grunting and my mom squeaking for about 30 minutes. Would Dane do this to me for that long? I hoped he wouldn't.
Looking over at his clock, I saw that he had been going for only a couple minutes. And then his rhythm seemed to change a little. He made some little noise back in his throat as he kissed me really deeply. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, but still didn't open his eyes. Then he stopped.
``Thanks, Kiddo. You were great.'' Dane pulled out and rolled to his side of the bed. He reached to the other nightstand and grabbed a tissue. He wiped off his cock, rolled on his side away from me and started to go to sleep.
I lay there a few minutes, looking at the muscles on his back and started getting horny again. I reached over and touched him. ``Dane, can I try it again?''
``Sorry, Jim. I only like that stuff when I'm really horny. Why don't you beat off in the bathroom? I gotta get some sleep. I got a tennis tournament in the morning.''
I crept out of bed. As I reached the bathroom door, I heard Dane stirring. He shut off the light and lay back down. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Did I really look like Jimmy the fag? I tried wacking off, but started losing my boner again. I looked in Dane's clothes hamper and found some of his underwear. I held it to my nose and smelled his muskiness. Yesterday this would have been my masturbation fantasy, but now it did nothing for me.
I turned off the light and went back into his bedroom. Dane seemed to be sound asleep. I took the bedspread off the foot of the bed and wrapped myself in it and lay on the floor by the window. Trying to get to sleep, I kept asking myself what I would do in the morning. --ATTENTION--ATTENTION--ATTENTION--ATTENTION Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be automatically ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi