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Authors name: Pan The Piper (pan_thepiper@hotmail.com)
Story title : Dane the Great
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Dane the Great (mf, teens, size, 1st)
by Pan The Piper (pan_thepiper@hotmail.com)
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I knew I was different when the entire boys' locker room
was staring at me. It was in eighth grade, and the first
time I really had to change in front of other guys. They
all tried not to look, but it was plain that they were
failing in their attempt. Sideways glances, quick peeks,
and even the occasional outright gawks.
I generally did not stand out as a kid before this. I was
okay at sports, okay at academics, and only okay looking.
But now I was being noticed. For a brief moment the
entire locker room was frozen in awe. Not just guys from
my grade, but even a lot of the older boys stopped in
their tracks.
It all lasted less than a few seconds, then we all
uncomfortably continued what we were doing. Most of the
guys started pulling off their pants again, and I
suddenly understood why all the glances -- when I looked
at them. They were ALL smaller than me. Not a single one
really came even close to my size.
I felt ashamed at first. Was I some sort of freak? I was
never abnormal before this. It was just the way I was.
Doctors never told me I was unusual. Neither did my
parents. I must not be a freak, I told myself. I must
just be above average.
That thought actually made me feel good. I guess it's not
too surprising that I got comfortable with it fast.
Actually I took my time putting my pants back on. I even
turned around and rummaged in my backpack a little longer
for my shorts. I could just feel how diminished everyone
else seemed to be. I smiled to myself. That day, when I
was fourteen, was a turning point for me.
Outside of the locker room I met up with Steve, my friend
who has always lived a couple blocks from me. He had
scraggly blonde hair and was skinny as a pole. He got
really hyper at times, but he was a good friend. He had
been in the locker room too and when I caught up with him
outside he looked at me nervously, as if he had an urgent
question to ask me. He even looked down at my pants,
which he'd never done before. But all he said was,
"What's for dinner at your place, Dane?"
"Meatloaf," I said. "What about at yours?"
"My mom's cooking Indian, I think."
"Can I come over for dinner?"
"Sure." He said.
And we left it at that. I'm sure he wanted to ask me
questions, but how does a fourteen-year-old boy ask those
kinds of questions of another fourteen-year-old boy?
Actually, adults sometimes can't ask those kinds of
questions.
Before we left though, we stopped by the water fountain
to get a drink. Five other students were there, Brett and
Hiro, sophomores, both on the wrestling team, Stacey and
Trish, also sophomores, and Helen, who was a freshman.
The three girls were on the cheerleading squad. The guys
wore their wrestling jackets and letters while the girls
were dressed still in their cheerleading outfits, red
with tight tops that showed off their midriffs. A large
"B" for St. Bonnaventure, my school, was emblazoned on
their chests. I chuckled to myself as I thought about
coming to school tomorrow with a big "D" on the front of
my pants.
None of the five were drinking so I made my way to the
fountain.
"Hey, squirt, what do you think you're doing? Did I say I
was done with that?" Brett said to me and pushed me back
by pressing on my shoulder.
"Leave him alone," Hiro said unable to take his eyes off
of me. Hiro had been in the locker room and had seen me,
but Brett hadn't as far as I could remember.
"What was your name?"
"Dane," I said unable to hide my annoyance.
"Don't mind him, Dane. Brett's a dumbass. Too many hard
take downs, you know."
"Whatever," Brett sighed, but he didn't do anything else.
I got my drink without any further trouble.
And that's how it was for the rest of the week. Other
guys didn't give me any flack, even the older ones. I
don't think the word spread or anything. Nobody was
talking in the hallways about me being so well endowed,
but other guys were just more willing to talk to me. And
that transferred over to the girls too. I don't think any
of them knew, and I found out later that none of them did
at that point, but since the guys were treating me
better, they treated me better too. Then came the day
when I walked by Hiro and Trish, the sophomores, leaning
against the lockers.
"Hey, Dane," Hiro called to me. His back was against the
locker and he was hugging Trish. She looked very
comfortable in his arms, and just looking at the pretty
blonde sixteen year in Hiro's arms turned me on. She was
wearing her school uniform, St. Bonnaventure's being
catholic, so she wore bobby socks, a simple pleated gray
skirt, and a white buttoned down shirt.
"Hey, Hiro, what's up?" I asked.
"Not much, man," Hiro said as he slipped his hand just
inside the waistband of Trish's skirt. Folding the
waistband on itself he started to make the skirt shorter
and shorter. Trish just smiled and snuggled deeper
against his chest. "What are you doing this Friday
night?"
"Not much, why?" I asked unable to stop myself from
glancing at Trish's legs being exposed more and more.
"Well, there's a party at my place. My parents are going
to be out of town, and I was wondering if you wanted to
come."
"Stop... that's too high," Trish whispered to Hiro and
grabbed his hands to make them stop rolling her skirt up.
Hiro stopped and raised his thigh between her legs a
little and she leaned forward and rubbed herself a little
on him.
"Yeah. That'd be cool. Can I bring Steve?"
"The skinny blonde kid? Sure. Bring him. We start around
8:30."
I left them, trying to shake thoughts of Trish's legs
from my head. A party. An upperclassman's party! This was
going to be a good weekend.
The party was cool. Hiro's parents were away for the
weekend, and they even knew about the party. Hiro of
coursed snuck beer in. And everyone was getting trashed.
Steve was with me, and while he was nervous at first, he
started to have a good time. We got to hang out with Hiro
and his friends and they were all older than us.
Things got really interesting when I started talking to
Stacey. She was the other sophomore that was with Hiro
that day by the water fountain. She was Chinese with long
black hair and she was really cute. She of course had the
body of a cheerleader, and wore tear away track pants and
a zip up half-top that fit snug against her chest. We
were having fun chatting and she was starting to rub her
foot against mine.
"Follow me," she whispered. I did and she led me down a
flight of dark stairs to the rec-room in the basement.
She led me into an extra bathroom. Hiro's family was well
off, because this spare bathroom was huge.
It had two sinks and a large bathtub that could double
with those Jacuzzi type jets built into it. The lights
were off when we entered the room, only moonlight from
the artificially fogged over windows, but there was
enough light to see that Stacey seemed hot and ready.
I felt her firm ass through her track pants as she leaned
in and kissed me deeply. The beer was heavy on her
breath, but it must of have been on mine too. She slipped
out of her sneakers while I felt her nails claw at my
back. With the snap of buttons I tore her track pants off
and put my hand down her panties.
This was my first time, but boys talk all the time, and I
knew basically what was going to happen. Her sweet
wetness greeted my fingers, and I explored my first real
pussy. She leaned back against the sink, with a smile on
her face as I continued to finger her.
She arched back, jutting her chest out -- I moved my
other hand to fondle her breasts under her zippered top.
With a downward pull I released them and she took off her
top and flung it into the bathtub. With one hand behind
her as she leaned back over the sink, her other hand
rubbed one of her breast while I rubbed the other. She
was a girl who knew her body.
I just kept rubbing her because I enjoyed it, and really,
I wasn't too sure what to do next. But she did. And she
began to undo my jeans. But when she dropped her hands
down in my boxers and grabbed me, she fumbled around for
a couple of seconds, and when she finally got a hold
around my shaft she pulled her hand out with a gasp.
"What was that?" she asked me.
"What was what?" I asked as I continued to fondle her
breasts and kiss her neck.
"Wait," she said as she pushed me back. She reached back
and turned on the sink lights. While still only wearing
her panties she tenderly opened my pants up again and
pushed them down.
"Oh my god," she said when she had pushed them down far
enough.
"What?" I asked now self-conscious and a little red in
the face on top of the beer. "What's wrong?"
"Uh... nothing's wrong. It's just... ummm... I've never
seen one that big before. Wow."
With a nervous smile on her face she grabbed it with both
hands. Running her fingers around its width she just
staring at it and explored its length. I was of course
rock hard, and rubbing my tip across her soft stomach.
She started to gently stroke me, with both hands. Her
eyes never unlocked from my penis, and it wasn't just a
matter of giving me a hand job; she was in awe as she
handled me.
I think that turned me on just as much as the physical
contact. Soon precum was slick on my tip, and the smell
wafted through the air. She slid down and got on her
knees to face me. She then began to lick my head, lapping
up my precum with her warm wet tongue. I was way too big
to fit into her little mouth, but she opened enough to
get a little of it in, and she still had both hands
wrapped around my shaft. This was the first time I had
felt anything like this, and I was in heaven. It seemed
like Stacey was adoring my penis. She rubbed her cheek
against it, and kissed down its shaft as if it was a salt
lick.
Then in a rush, she pulled her panties off and stood up.
She kissed me forcefully and said, "You've just gotta get
it inside of me," as if she was going to die if I didn't.
I kissed her back and she got up on the sink and leaned
her back against the mirror. She put one foot up on the
towel rack and spread the other wide in the opposite
direction. With one hand she spread apart her dark Asian
pubic hair, then spread her already wet lips apart for
me. Then she motioned me to come closer. I didn't
hesitate. I aligned my head against her hole, like a
baseball bat against a golf ball hole. And I pushed.
She cried out in pain when I penetrated her. I was
concerned so I stopped when I'd pushed halfway into her.
But it felt so good that I couldn't pull out. Her face
was contorted in pain, but she didn't push me away, or
close her legs up. She kept them wide apart for me, so I
just kept forcing my way further into her vagina.
It was slow going at first, but after a few pumps I was
starting to build up a good rhythm. Her body was starting
to adjust to mine too, but it still looked painful. But
she didn't give me any signs to stop, and I probably only
would have if she yelled at me to. Her bare back squeaked
against the mirror as I drove her body up against it. Her
knees quivered slightly as I fucked her. I grabbed one
thigh from underneath to hold her wide open, and
continued my plunging.
I easily filled her to the bottom, and her grunts of pain
were starting to turn to moans of pleasure. But it was
all too much for me. I came pretty quickly and shot a
large repressed load into her. Some of it jetted out onto
the sink counter-top. She was still breathing hard when I
pulled out of her.
"Holy, fuck, that was amazing," she said to me. She
leaned forward and started to kiss me along the neck as I
recovered my strength. She was still horny, so I decided
to take the opportunity to play with her some more. This
was the first time I'd got to explore a girl, so I
fingered and fondled as much as I wanted.
After a while she said, "I'm guessing that was your first
time."
I nodded.
"Too bad first times never last long enough."
But that's when I surprised her by placing her leg back
on the towel rack. Spreading her wide again I had already
recovered and jammed myself back inside her. I continued
to pump at a more leisurely pace this time, while
fondling her writhing body under me. Soon she crunched
and contracted, and I could feel her vagina tighten
around my penis in orgasm. She pushed me away
desperately, and I withdrew. I held her until she stopped
shaking; all the while a huge grin was on her face.
And that was my first time. Later I found out that Stacey
was Brett's girlfriend. Brett kicked the crap out of me,
but Stacey was never satisfied with Brett again. I'd like
to think that few guys ever satisfied Stacey quite the
same again.
The End
Thanks for reading. As usually, I'm just shopping for ego
gratification, so please send me an e-mail. :)
http://www.asstr.org/~pan
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