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Archive name: daniel.txt (mm)
Authors name: Solar Fox
Story title : Daniel

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	Daniel was sixteen. He had basically been a
loner all his life. His parents never could understand
why he never really talked to the boys when he was in
high school or looked at the girls. More puzzling to
them were the horrible grades he'd made while he was
there. There was generally no explanation that they
could attribute it to. He was always quiet, shy. Never
too outspoken even at family gatherings. He'd just nod
and say "hi".

	In some people's eyes, it probably seemed to
take forever for Daniel to come around, to see the
light. He wasn't attracted to girls at all. All that
makeup and the way they fixed their hair sometimes made
him feel strange inside just looking at a girl. And
those earrings.. come on!

	What Daniel's parents didn't know was that he
was really unhappy. He looked at other guys and saw
traits that he liked and wished that he had. Finally,
in his junior year at high school, it hit him hard. Was
he gay?   Did.. he really consider these boys he was
associating with to be cute? No.. he couldn't stoop to
that level. He couldn't handle the "label" of gay. It
was just too heavy a cross to bear. 

	Still, anytime he would change clothes in the
school gym locker room, his penis would get hard. It
was the only time during the day it would get hard,
except maybe at lunch when he sat with his friend,
Steve. They always sat across the table from each other
and somehow Daniel liked that better, actually because
he was better able to look at Steve than if they sat
side-by-side.

	Daniel was really pretty cute himself. He worked
out with weights about once a week, he was nearly six
feet tall and he was rather firm all over. When he
didn't have on a shirt, his tits nearly weren't even
visible they were so small. He also knew he had quite a
package.. but he hadn't really put a lot of miles on it.
He'd had no desire to. Sometimes he'd just as soon it
fell off. 

	He'd done it some in his sleep before; but when
he woke up it was just as though nothing had happened..
except that he was buried in semen up to his chin. When
he did that, he'd smile the next morning, knowing he had
done something the night  before  that  was  very rare.
Vaguely  recalling  the  dreams  from  time  to time, he
recollected  something  about  boys  in it that  were
extremely friendly to him.... and in these dreams they
had let him do things to them, and they did things to
him that really made him feel good. 

	He thought one of them in the dream-- might be
Steve. He wasn't sure, but the facial features seemed
to appear a little alike.

                     * * * * * * *

	It was Thursday morning. He went back to school
and he was thinking a little about dropping out. He was
depressed. He kept seeing Steve at lunch, and every time
he'd talk to Steve, Steve would be all smiles. Happy as
a lark, so he seemed. He had even mentioned dropping out
to a school counselor, who happened to be a man, and
unbeknownst to Daniel, was gay. Mr. Weinhardt, the
counselor, was personally worried about Daniel, being a
little afraid that since Daniel had told him he had no
real friends in school he could relate to, Daniel might
possibly resort to suicide. It was just a fear Mr.
Weinhardt had.

	He met Steve in the hall after that class. Steve
hadn't seen Danny, (that was what Steve called him) all
that often in the halls because most of Steve's classes
were in the other wing of the building.

	Daniel threw his books in his locker, it was
time for his noon lunch. Danny walked slowly with Steve,
who was talking about a hot 'vette, a red one, that his
27-year-old brother had just acquired from an ad in the
Savannah newspaper. 

	Now, Danny noticed a couple of things. Steve was
smiling again, as he always seemed to do without a care
in the world. He was dressed in a tank top, which Danny
saw him wear often. But he was wearing ripped, faded
501's. The knees were torn out. He didn't have on a belt
and the jeans were so low on his hips that you could see
the top of the boy's pubic hairs; Steve obviously had on
NO underwear, nor did he make any attempt to pull them
up. Of course, Danny didn't say anything about it. He
casually fell back a little to get a view of Steve from
the back; they were so low back there that the top of
his asscrack was very visible; again evidence of no
underwear.

	Steve kept mumbling something as they walked
toward the lunchroom, but it seemed like silence to
Danny.  He was in deep thought; thinking long and hard
about if Steve had ever mentioned anything about girls,
or anything.. no, right off the top of his head, he
could not remember any incident where Steve had brought
girls up in any of his conversations.

	Steve assumed his usual position at the table,
Daniel clumsily assumed his, tripping over a few large
feet in the aisle. Steve smiled at Daniel. "Didn't you
hear a word I said?" asked Steve.

	"Huh?"

	"I said, it looks like something's given you a
hardon. Is she pretty?"

	Danny could feel his face turn red and his ears
burned. "I - I really don't feel all that good today.."

	"Oh, come on, you can tell me," Steve sported.
"What color is her hair?"

	"Blonde," Danny finally said, noting that
Steve's hair was blonde.

	"Susan Blalock?" Steve said, eyebrows raised.
Steve certainly looked cute like that, slowly placing
the straw of his milk carton in his mouth and sipping
it.

	"No!" Daniel denied, being purely honest. Damn,
it suddenly occurred to Danny, "maybe I was right. Maybe
I'm the only one that feels like this." He felt as
though Steve could only see it in terms of a straight
guy, and suddenly, after seeing Steve like that in the
hall a few moments ago, he knew he couldn't fake any-
thing else. 

	Somehow that view of Steve caused him to drop
all the shields he was hiding behind and not to be
afraid of how any homosexual-oriented word sounded
coming out of his mouth. Somehow, Danny saw the essence
of beauty in Steve's youthful body more fully than he
had ever seen anything before.

	Steven Gresham's eyebrows dropped to their
original position now as he added some ketchup to his
hotdog. "Damn," he uttered, "these chips taste like
they're moldy.."

	Damn, thought Danny again. He's such a bigot. I
know he couldn't take it. Suddenly, Danny couldn't take
it himself. He got up and went to the rest-room. 

	Somehow Steve had seen distress in Danny's
somewhat hasty exit out of the lunchroom, and tried to
catch up. Steve caught up to Daniel in the rest-room.
Daniel was in a stall with the door closed, pretending
to take a shit. Steve knew better.

	"Yo.. Danny.."

	"What?" Danny managed to say, trying not to let
his slightly degraded voice and mood show.

	"Was' up? I didn't piss you off, did I man?"

	"No.. no you didn't.."

	"You.. wanna talk dude? I kinda feel like you're
not taking a crap for some reason.."

	"You're very observant."

	Danny was hurting inside. He was afraid to push
Steve into the little world that he was just now dis-
covering. He unzipped his fly from behind the safety of
this door, yea it was still hard. He knew that before he
unzipped it, he just wanted to prove it to himself. It
was as hard right now as it had ever been.

	The catch on this door worked, but it was weak.
Neither Steve nor Danny knew it, but all it took was a
slight push from the other side of it to cause it to
open.  Steve put some of his weight on the door, partly
by accident, because he was waiting on his friend to
come out of the stall. Boom! The door popped open with
the weight that Steve had applied to it. Steve slipped,
fell on the floor at Danny's feet. Danny still had not
returned his penis to it's hiding place behind his
zipper.

	It all happened so quickly. Danny yelled, "are
you all right?"

	The back of Steven's head came two feet from
hitting the lid of the commode in the stall. He had
taken a direct hit to his back on the floor, but was
fine.

	"Yeah dude, I'm okay," Steve said, getting up
and dusting himself off. In the excitement, Danny's
penis had gone down somewhat, but he was so upset about
the fall that he had still forgotten to put it away.

	"Was.. just.. taking a leak," Danny said,
fumbling for words, turning toward the commode, strain-
ing trying to get some urine to flow, Steve watching.

	Danny managed to get a small amount to flow
under the strain, flushed and zipped back up. He wanted
it to appear as natural as possible. He suddenly real-
ized that he wanted to try to keep this friendship
totally intact, if that was possible.

	Danny turned back around, getting ready to walk
out with his "friend", hoping that Steve would forget
all about it after that fall. Danny's eyes suddenly
flew open like window shades.

	Steve had his dick sticking out of the fly of
his jeans. It was long, at least it was to Danny, and
right now it was hard. "You don't like girls, do ya
Danny?"

	"Why do you say that?"

	"I can tell. I don't.. really like them either."

	"Steve, why.. do you have your dick out?"

	"Calm down, Danny, it's okay. So, you're gay..
big deal! There's nothing wrong with that! Come on, you
didn't have to pee.."

	"Well, not really.."

	"Fine! That's not any big deal," Steve said,
leading Danny back into the "fall stall."

	"Can.. I see yours again, Danny?" Steve said,
leaving his dick out.

	"Sure.." Danny replied, unzipping his jeans and
pulling out his nice, uncut cock.

	Steve felt of it now, and it seemed to harden at
just the mere touch of Steve's hand. "Hot damn!" Steve
exclaimed.

	Consequently, Danny reached over and felt of
Steve's dick too. It was real hot, like Danny's had felt
sometimes, and hard.

	Danny suddenly lost all sense of fear. "Can.. I
see the rest of your body, Steve?"

	"Sure!" Steve said, unsnapping his 501's and
letting them fall to the floor. 

	Damn, Danny thought. It looks good. He didn't
look that much different from his own body. "But," said
Steve, "now you'll have to show me yours, too!"

	"No problem!" said Danny, unsnapping his jeans
and pulling down his jockeys. "By the way," Danny said,
finding bravery where there was none before, "where's
your underwear dude?"

	"At home. I never wear it.. it.. cramps me up
too much. You should try it.. it lets your body breathe
better."

	Breathe better? Whatever, thought Danny.

	Steve felt of his own dick, while looking and
feeling Danny's. He was jacking off right there in front
of Danny! Soon, Steve came, and shot his sperm all over
the wall of the stall. Some fired up on Danny's chest
before he finally stopped cumming.

	"My God!" Danny exclaimed.

	"What? I just came, that's all!"

	"I know.. it's just.. I have trouble doing that,
that's all.."

	"Well, get dressed, we just got fifteen minutes
left to go eat. Danny, you come on over to my house this
afternoon... I'll give you a few lessons..."


	Danny was never glum again.
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