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Dannie Boy
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
My name is Bob and I'll tell you, getting mixed up with
Dannie Van Allen has been one of the greater shocks I
have been dealt in my 33 years on this earth. Dannie is
13 near 14, and the son of a friend of mine. If his
mother Donnie, ever found out about that day, there
would be two murders, maybe more. It was some day, and
TOTALLY unexpected. (Mm-teen, ped)
***
It all started with a call from Donnie asking me to
come out to his place and work on a radio relay that
his local ham radio club operated on top of Patterson
Mountain, not far from his house. I have been into
radio repair for the last ten years and had always
wanted to go to the top of that mountain. It was
reputed to be a special place, but I had no idea HOW
special it would become. On the appointed day, I loaded
up my stuff and headed West in the 4 X 4.
After a nice drive through the hills, I pulled into
Donnie's drive-way at his home. As I shut off the
engine, Dannie bounced out of the pool and ran over to
my truck. I hadn't seen him in maybe a year and a half,
and he sure had changed. He was wearing nothing but a
nearly transparent white Speedo swim suit and was
showing a nice bulge where it counted. His blond hair
was wet and plastered to his head which kind of changed
his looks, but not that grin. The rest of him had
changed, though, and for the better!
I stole a look at him as he came to the truck. He was
in that delightful time of youth when he hadn't lost
the softer contours of childhood, but was filling out
to adult shape. He was about 5' 6" tall, and looked to
weigh around 130 lbs. It was all I could do to keep
from eye-balling him and maybe spilling the beans about
my well hidden lifestyle. From the urgent feeling in my
crotch, it would have spilled the beans for me then and
there.
I concentrated on the fact that he was telling me that
his Dad had been called out of town on an emergency
call, and that he was to take me up the mountain to
work on the radios. Man, this suited me just fine!
Donnie is a nice guy, but Dannie was going to be a lot
better scenery. He asked me in for a Coke, so we headed
for the house.
Dannie pitched me the soda and then toweled off in the
garage. I got a really good look at him as he toweled
his back and legs, and really struggled to keep my
cool. When he bent over at the waist, I nearly shot my
load right there. He had peach fuzz hair showing on his
arms and legs, with nice blond armpits, and just the
beginnings of his adult hair on the insides and fronts
of his upper legs. He had nice muscles for his age, and
a developing V-shape that I could tell would be awesome
in another year or so.
He slipped on some high-top tennis shoes and a shirt,
which he left open at the front, grabbed his Dad's keys
to the repeater building, and announced that he was
ready to go. I was too! And HOW! We jumped in my truck,
backed out of the drive and headed for Patterson
Mountain.
The drive on the highway was uneventful, except for me
stealing quick looks at this kid's great bod. He showed
me where to turn off the highway on to the gravel road
and I thought to myself, "This ain't gonna be so bad,
after all."
However, the road deteriorated in about exact
proportion with which other things improved. It wasn't
long before we were in 4WD low/LOW, and inching and
crawling over gravel the size of softballs and rocks
buried in the road the size of a hippo's back. All this
while going up a hill that you knew couldn't get any
steeper until, sure as Hell, it got worse.
I didn't have much time for sightseeing, what with
fighting for my life, but The Kid was having a great
time. Besides laughing at me and my white knuckles, he
seemed to be really enjoying the wild ride. He allowed
that his Dad wasn't nearly so much fun to watch
wrestling with the hill. Well, I agree, his Dad wasn't
as much fun as watching Dannie, either!
Every time I sneaked a glance at his crotch, I could
swear that it was growing, and before too long, there
wasn't any doubt. Every time we would hit a big rock,
he would get harder, until HE was hard as a rock. I
thought to myself, Kid, you have got one Hell of nice
tool, and then he caught me looking. Staring was more
like it, and I damn near ran off the road (such as it
was).
The kid said, "Whacha lookin' at?"
I stammered and sputtered around but we both knew that
he had me cold. I told him that he just had a great
body, and I couldn't help but look. He allowed that he
knew that I had been looking him over, but he didn't
mind because he was gay, too. I asked him how he knew
he was gay, and he said that he had an older friend and
that they had done a lot together. He felt there just
wasn't much doubt anymore. I asked him how long he
knew, and he said that they knew for about the last
year.
I asked him if his folks knew, and he said, "NO WAY!
And they better not!"
Well, considering where he had me, I told him that sure
as Hell I wasn't gonna tell, either.
I got the truck back in gear and started on up the
mountain. Between the rocks, boulders, and tree limbs
on that goat path, it was quite a ride. Dannie squeezed
his hard-on through his Speedos, and I could see that
he had at least five inches. Not bad for a 13 year old.
He finally reached down inside and pulled on it, and
then humped himself up off the seat and skinned that
little old suit right off.
I could hardly get my breath. Between what I was seeing
and the "thrill" of getting up the mountain, I was in a
real daze. I looked over and he had a real nice cut
cock, red from all his attention, that was between five
and six nicely formed inches. He had nice balls that
looked to be the size of large pecans. His pubes were
nice, and were just a little darker than his now curly
hair. He wasn't fixed like a horse, but was just great
for his size. He was gonna be really something when he
grew up.
We finally got to the top where there was a clearing
surrounded by trees and brush. In the center of the
clearing was the tower and shack. It was more or less
level, and I pulled into the trees a little to get out
of the sun, and, I guess, out of direct view. I shut
off the truck and sat there for a few seconds watching
him when he said, "Aren't ya gonna show me yours?"
I said that I sure intended to oblige.
Like I said, I am 33 years old, about 6', or so, tall,
weigh about 175 lbs, with black hair and moustache. I'm
sure as Hell not beautiful like this kid, but I'm not
embarrassed, either. I have the usual amount of black
hair in the average places, and "Old Ace" is cut,
between six and seven inches depending on the
encouragement at hand. "Ace" was definitely thrilled
today! I scooted back the seat and flipped up the tilt
wheel, unzipped, and slipped down my jeans and shorts
in quick order.
I kind of stroked myself a couple of times, and a big
old drop of clear cum came out the end and drooled off
the side. He was still jacking on his, squeezing his
fingers over the head, which was well lubricated, too,
by this time. He slipped over next to me, spread his
legs and took my dick in his hand, giving it the same
treatment he had been giving his.
When he touched me, it felt like electricity going
through my whole body. My legs jerked every time he
moved his hand. I took my rougher hand and lightly ran
it over his legs and belly, and then ever so lightly
ran my thumb and fingers up and down his cock. He
sighed and took a deep breath, and scooted closer to
me.
This went on for a couple of minutes and he said that
I'd better stop or he was going to make a mess in the
truck. We just stopped for a minute, and I held him
close and kissed him on the temple. He grinned, and
hugged me tight. I thought to myself, "Jesus! What am I
doing?!"
I made some comment about being pretty exposed up here,
and Dannie said that it was private property and
posted, and that he and his friend came up there a lot.
Besides you could hear a truck coming up the hill in
plenty of time. I was still pretty jumpy, but pretty
soon was sucked into his confident mood, and we sat
there and felt each other and talked for a little bit.
I was amazed how forward he was for his age. He seemed
like 13 going on 25 at that moment.
I finally said that we could get a lot more comfortable
in the camper shell in back where I had an old camping
mattress. We pulled up our pants a little and went to
the back and opened it up, including the side windows.
It had a real nice breeze up there and he slipped off
his shirt, dropped his trunks, and hopped up inside.
I rearranged the toolboxes a little, slipped off my t-
shirt, pulled off my jeans and shorts and followed him
in. He was watching me, and when I got in, he rolled
close, put his arm around me and hugged me like I was
his favorite teddy bear. When he looked up at me, I
kissed him again on the forehead, then on his nose, and
then on his lips. I was surprised when he kissed back,
and was really good at it. I asked him where he learned
that, and he said it was his friend. I should have
figured that out by now. I said, "Yes," and made a
mental note to get to know his friend, too if possible.
I rolled him on top facing me, and we laid there
kissing, while I ran my fingers through his curly hair,
down his back, up his sides, (where he giggled). Down
his back, cupping his young, tight ass cheeks, and
sliding my fingers up through his crack. When I did
that, he wiggled, and humped into my belly.
My iron-hard cock had slipped up between his legs, and
he clamped them together as I humped him a little. I
continued to rub his back with my left hand, and slid
my right fingers through his crack again, brushing over
his tight little pucker. I asked him if he had ever had
a finger up his ass, and he said, "Yeah, a coupla
times, but to be careful because it hurts sometimes."
I lubed up my middle finger with spit a couple of
times, and wet his pucker. Then I eased my finger into
his tight, tight asshole. He immediately tightened up,
so I stopped, kissed him a little, and rubbed his back
and side a little. He relaxed, and I eased my finger a
little further into that great butt.
He wiggled and thrust into my belly several times and
it slipped in to the second knuckle. I just left it in
there without moving it for a little bit, and then
started a little in-out motion.
I asked him how it felt, and he said that it was ok. I
kind of worked my finger around a little till he was
loosened up some, and then just sort of brushed his
prostate with a gentle nudge. The results were
immediate and electric! He gasped and grabbed me tight,
hunched into my belly until he practically lifted
himself off me, and dumped his load hot and fast!
I could feel him unload all over between us, then he
bucked a couple of times, and collapsed on top of me
breathing like he'd run a mile. I eased my finger out
of his ass real slowly and he twitched a couple of
times, and just laid there breathing heavy. I held him
tight and enjoyed the sticky wetness that was between
us.
He got his breath, and asked, "Jeez, what did you do to
cause that?"
I told him that it was a real magic spot, and that
maybe his buddy hadn't showed him everything there was
to know just yet. He grinned and laughed, and allowed
as he was real happy to learn if there was more like
that! I told him that there was, and that patience was
a virtue to be admired.
He rolled to the side, or should I say slipped off, and
looked between us. I said that was some load for a kid
his age, and he said it was more than usual. He was
sticky all over his chest and he had soaked me to my
throat. We laid there a second and he reached over and
started to jack on me.
I had softened a little, and was back at attention in a
couple of strokes. He did it for a minute or so, and
then moved to suck me off. It took all my willpower to
stop him, but I said he should hold on a second. He
looked at me funny, and I said, "Hasn't your friend
taught you about being safe?"
He said that he knew I didn't have anything, and I told
him the lecture would come later. In the meantime, get
me the Band-Aid tin out of my toolbox. I always carry a
few unlubed "safes" with me "just in case", and fetched
out a couple. I showed him how to put it on me, and I
laid back while he rolled it down to the base. The Kid
was a quick learner, no doubt!
It was heaven watching and feeling him roll that rubber
on. I just feel so damn sexy when using one, even
though it takes a little of the spontaneity away when
you stop to put one on. Anyway, it was great, and I was
going to get blown by this great looking 13 year old
kid.
He licked it a little, and made a face, saying it
tasted awful. I said to quit complaining and get to
work. He laughed and took me at my word. My cock is too
big for him to deep throat, so he worked around on the
head, and down as far as he could, which was maybe half
way. He worked on it a while like that, and then
started to jack on it and play with my balls a little
while working on the head.
He would suck on the head and run his tongue down in
the end, then put his lips around the crown and kind of
move his head in a circle, all the time licking the
head the opposite direction of his circling. Then he
would suck down and lick one side, and then pull up and
lick the other side all the way up. Then he would go as
far down on it as he could, and then suck back off of
it while licking the bottom all the way to the crown. I
mean to tell you, it was something else. Whoever his
buddy is, he has sure taught this boy how to suck cock!
While he was working on me, I felt him up again, and he
was hard in no time flat. I tore open another Trojan,
and unrolled it down his young cock. That was really a
turn-on. He stopped just long enough to grin at me and
went back to work. I boosted his ass up and he
straddled my face in the classic 69 position, and I
started licking and sucking his cock and balls. I do
admit, though, those Trojans do taste like shit, but
I'm not taking any chances.
We laid there working on each other for, like, five or
ten minutes, and then I started getting really close. I
started deep-throating his cock and picked up speed,
and he took the hint and picked it up, too. In less
than a minute, I unloaded, filling the end of the
rubber, and two or three inches up the sides. Just as I
finished, The Kid went off too, and hunched and fucked
his cock down my throat. Oh man, I wish I could taste
his sweet young cum! (All this, and I'm complaining?)
He pulled up off of me, turned around, and laid half on
me, and we just laid there quiet-like, and held each
other. I told him what a beautiful, sweet kid he was,
and how glad I was to have shared all of that with him.
He told me that I was the only other that he had done
it with, besides his friend, and that he thought I was
totally awesome, too!
He wanted to do it all again, but I said with a grin,
"What the Hell?!" He'd gotten off twice already, and we
had work to do! He allowed as how he could do it two or
three more times, but I slapped him on the ass, handed
him some shop towels and told him to get busy and clean
us up!
He did a decent job, and we threw the paper towels and
used rubbers in a trash bag there in the truck, eased
out the back, and got dressed. "Old Ace" was kind of
hanging, but damned if that kid wasn't still half hard!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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