EDDIE AND DANNY (first, mm, nc)
By Fatherodelli
This is a true about an unplanned and unwelcome
sexual adventure for an adolescent boy. If you find it
offensive to read a with the content described,
please exit. If this sounds appealing read on --
I grew up on a in the Midwest. There was an elderly
couple that lived less than a mile away. The of that
couple died about a year before this event I am about to
describe occurred. Within a few months after her death,
the neighbor a woman from out of town by the
name of Florence. Soon after they married, Florence
invited her grandson, Eddie, to spend a few days with them.
Florence called my and said, "since Eddie is about
Danny's age, maybe Danny could come over and play with him
and spend the night". Of course, really liked Florence
and she thought it would be a nice idea. I remember I had
some trepidation about going to see a from another
state that I didn't even know and I was a pretty shy
anyway. But since I was only about 13 years old, I didn't
argue.
The day to meet Eddie finally came and I walked to
Florence's house. Eddie was already there. I think he was
about one year older, mostly I remember he seemed WAY
older. He was taller, more muscular and just more
physically than I was. Most of the kids I played
with in my life at that point were younger, so this was
really different for me. His idea of "play" consisted
mostly of taking chances during that afternoon we were
together. For example, he would walk out on a fallen log
in the creek near their house and he would teasingly go
farther out than I would. I vividly remember him jumping
out of the hayloft in the to the ground below and then
sort of making fun of me because I was afraid to. It
didn't take me long to decide that I really didn't like him
very much and didn't feel very comfortable with him. But,
I was trying to get along for the sake of the adults that
had arranged this get-together.
After the evening meal, we took our showers and went to
bed. Eddie and I slept together in an upstairs bedroom in
a double bed. It was a warm summer evening and I can still
picture us lying on the bed talking with no covers on. I
was wearing my simple white briefs; Eddie was wearing a
jock strap, like athletes wear. I remember thinking I had
never seen anyone wear a jock except in PE at school. My
guess is that he wore a jock because it made his cock stand
out more. Maybe he just put it on for my benefit. I could
tell by looking that he had a "big one" compared to my
little immature cock. He lay on his back, cupped his nuts
and rubbed his hand over his jock. Then, he told me some
story about some of the in his class getting together
with some and fingering them and eventually having
sex with them. (That could have been totally made up
or at least embellished considerably, but in my small
world, I was pretty impressed. I had no experience at that
age talking to another about sex acts.) He especially
talked about two named Jodi and Lynn...he said they
were the cutest with the best bodies. Trying to
relate, I asked him if he and his friends weren't afraid
they would get one of the pregnant. He replied that
they didn't actually fuck them in their pussies for that
reason. Instead, he told me, they fucked them in their
butts. That totally astonished me! I had never, ever
entertained that thought before.
We lay there for a while longer and the continued as
he even more fervently rubbed his cock through his jock.
(He was undoubtedly making himself very horny.)
Eventually, he asked me if I wanted to rub each other's
cocks. I nervously said "No". I think I was mostly scared
because I knew mine wasn't as big and as his was. I
don't even think this whole scene particularly aroused me.
For sure, I was more than a little scared about where this
was going, especially since I remembered the hayloft
incident. I knew I didn't want to be made fun of again or
seem like a baby to this "cool, sexually experienced" boy.
Eddie eventually slipped his jock down and his hard cock
popped out. It wasn't man-sized, but it was very hard and
definitely bigger than mine was. He stroked it up and down
and I watched as he talked more about fucking those girls.
It wasn't long before the end of his cock began to glisten
with pre-cum.
Then, I can't totally remember the chain of events that
followed. I think he sort of commanded me to roll over
onto my stomach. When I did, he straddled me and rubbed
his cock up and down my butt. After doing that for a
little bit, he said, "let's take your shorts off, it will
be more fun". So I did. I knew this wasn't the right
thing to do, but I was so afraid of not looking cool and
sexual to him. He asked me if I would like him to stick it
in my butt like he did to those and to some of his
friends, explaining that he and some of his friends had
already done that to each other. I emphatically said,
"NO!" He laughed a little and I remember seeing him out of
the corner of my eye reach for a bottle of lotion from the
nightstand. He rubbed some on his cock, jacked off for a
few seconds and then put the end of his dick on my
butthole.
I knew this had gone way too far. I struggled a little to
try to turn over, but he had me in his grip and wouldn't
let me turn over or get up. He was SO much stronger than I
was! I thought of screaming to Florence for help, but what
kept me from it was this overpowering desire not to seem
like a baby crying out for mother. He pushed his cock into
me a little at a time. After he stuck it in me an inch or
so, he would pull it out just a little, then push it back
in again. With each thrust, he would sink a little deeper
into my virgin rectum. I was scared to death! It and
I wondered if my butt would ever be normal again. In
retrospect, I do remember him taking it slowly, which was
the only merciful thing he had done all day. He was
breathing heavier and heavier and he started pumping faster
in and out as the lubrication made the fucking easier. My
guess was that it only lasted for a minute or two before he
came. Then he gradually pulled out and rolled off, sort of
laughing.
My insides were in turmoil! I got up, went to the bathroom
and sat on the toilet. In a few minutes, he was at the
door asking what was wrong. I told him that I was feeling
sick. He went back to the bedroom. After probably 10
minutes or so, I went back to bed. He had the lights out,
his jock back on and was covered up with a sheet. He asked
me how I was doing and I said, "OK, I guess". In reality,
I thought I was going to throw up.
We got up uneventfully the next morning, ate breakfast and
I eagerly walked home, never to see Eddie again. It a
little bit that day, but I don't think the pain lasted past
a day or so. I overheard Florence and talking later
that day and they thought it was "so nice" that Eddie and
Danny had a chance to "play". Wouldn't they have died if
they had known that what actually happened was Eddie fucked
Danny up the ass?
If you have comments about this story, I welcome your
comments to fatherodelli@yahoo.com
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