This is a novel and does not depict any real person or events. It is a work of fiction based on some past experiences. The story includes interracial sexual activity and in no way intends to demean or degrade and race. All rights reserved.
Danny's Lust ch 1
I transferred schools after my junior year in high school. My parents moved and I had no choice but to go with them. Dad was a union man. He was big, strong and a dominant type of man. He liked his work buddies more than me. That's for sure. I didn't mind the move because I couldn't stand my life any more. I needed something new, something more. My friends at home had abandoned me for good reason. I knew what they feared and I knew it wasn't my fault.
My old friends could see what I saw when I looked in a mirror. I looked more like a girl than a guy. My facial features were sort of stuck. The rest of my body was equally stuck and not developing like other guys. At nineteen years old, I should be bigger than one hundred thirty pounds. I should have some facial hair. Worst of all my dick should be bigger than three inches (when it's hard). My old friends agreed that I was destined to be a twink.
I had no luck with girlfriends. The girls wanted the bigger guys. In school there were always small groups of guys who hung around together that looked like me. I was a little jealous because they could embrace their lot in life. They acted more feminine and didn't seem to care. Back then, it was believed if any one hung around in that group then they must be a fem-boy also. So I never could face that reputation.
In the new school I quickly met a new friend named Danny. He had just turned eighteen and was close to my age. Danny was a total hellion. He was short, blond hair, cute face and a body that could easily conjure up a massive fantasy in my mind. His body was shockingly attractive. He was beefy and rugged and strong like the school football players. He was the golden boy in every way. I wanted to be just like him.
I loved it when Danny paid attention to me. My heart raced every time I walked into a classroom and he kept the seat next to him empty. The second he saw me he would insist that I sit next to him. There was even one day when I got into the classroom before him. Danny came in, sat down and put his books on the desk next to his. He turned around and spotted me sitting in the back of the class.
The big muscle guys always took the seats in the back of the class. They sort of let me into their group only because my cousin was one of them. My cousin helped me get into the new school and showed me around. I spent my first few days staying close to him. I'm sure that is the only reason these big guys let me hang with them. I certainly didn't fit in with them.
Danny saw me sitting back there and wouldn't let me stay there. He insisted I change places and sit next to him. He didn't give a shit. He always pulled me next to him and he'd tell me what he was plotting. Danny loved to feed the tough guys ideas on things they could do to disrupt the class and frustrate the teacher. When any one of those guys grabbed Danny's bait and followed through, Danny would laugh his ass off. He got the biggest thrill out of manipulating people to do the damndest things. My little brain, like my little dick, could never think of things like he could. But sitting with him and knowing what he was about to do allowed my body and mind to feel normal. I could feel like everyone else when I was with him and I loved that feeling.
Before October ended, I didn't only love that feeling, but I needed it. I needed to feel what he could unknowingly get me to feel. I wanted nothing else but to be with Danny as often as I could. So every evening after dinner I would go to his house just to be with him and his friends. He always made a big deal out of my arrival. Everyone in his gang knew he liked me.
Danny was a born leader. His good looks and personality made him a leader. Everyone followed his lead.
He unknowingly made me feel so special. I loved it most when it was just Danny and me alone. It didn't matter if it was in public or in his house. He had a room in his basement where we often hung out. In his basement, he loved to sneak one of his dad's playboy or hustler magazines and look through it at night after all his other friends went home. I was older than Danny and I had to be home by 10 PM. His other friends had to be home by 9 PM. So, we usually had one hour every day alone together.
Danny did not hide the fact that he loved looking at his dad's magazines. He often looked at pictures and exposed his cock while laying on the sofa. I sat in a chair near the stereo and listened to his comments on what he was seeing.
The other thing he loved doing, when he could, was to sneak upstairs and take one of his dad's beers out of the fridge. He and I would share a beer and talk shit.
One Saturday afternoon we were walking through a neighborhood near his house and Danny, all of a sudden, yelled out, "BLOW ME!" I was stunned. Kids were playing all over the place. Mothers were hanging laundry on the line outside. And I am sure people heard him. But Danny laughed his ass off.
A few seconds later he did the same thing. I was stunned even more than the first time. I told him, "Please shut up. Don't do that. We will get in so much trouble." But he just hung his head and laughed. He loved to shock me.
He got me to walk in the middle of the street that day. He stood near a telephone pole and yelled as loudly as he could, "BLOW ME." Danny ducked behind the pole and it looked like I was the one who yelled it out.
After he yelled out "BLOW ME" for the fifth time I finally said. "Alright. I'll blow you. Just shut up and stop doing that." We both laughed.
That night, after his other friends left, Danny reached under the sofa and took out a Hustler magazine. He held it on his stomach and adored the pictures, At one point he said to me, "Oh my god. You gotta see this." Danny wanted me to come to him. He was laying on the sofa and looking at a picture.
I went over to look and he held the magazine right on his stomach. I thought he would turn the magazine so I could see the picture, but he didn't. I had to bend down low to his stomach to see what he was looking at. It was a pic of a woman giving a man a blow job. Danny held the picture still and I finally had to rest my head against his stomach. The position was awkward and it hurt my back. So Danny suggested I kneel. I felt his right hand go on the other side of the magazine and he was unzipping his pants like he usually did when he wanted to jerk off. I had seen him do this several times.
At one point he took the magazine and raised it up over his exposed cock. Danny placed the magazine on his legs so that his cock and balls were in view. As I looked at the pictures in the magazine I had to also look at his cock and balls. They were as beautiful and as desirable as his friendship.
My heart raced out of control. I was quivering on his stomach and I think Danny noticed. He said, "Blow me.."
I shook my head 'No.' But he insisted. He said, "Just blow me. You said you would."
I did say it but I didn't mean it like he thought. I said I would blow him to shut him up. That's all I meant. It was just a game at first. But Danny heard something else in my words.
Again Danny said, "Just blow me. Right now."
Again I shook my head, 'no.'
Danny did not give two shits about anything and he placed his hand behind my head. He pushed my head down to his cock and said, "Blow me."
I don't know why I did, but I opened my mouth and he slid in. His cock was so nice. Clean, young and hard. It was warm and he tasted so good. His cock was all of seven inches long and moderate thickness. Much better than mine. I slid up and down a few times before using my tongue to lick it from head to base. His pubic hair tickled my lips. I licked in circles around his head and massaged the underside all the way down. I was making love to his cock. I couldn't tell him that I loved him, but now I could show him.
