Danny’s family and mine were members of the same church and Danny, like myself, sang in the junior church choir. That was where I first met him-at choir practice. At first, I didn’t like him. He was surly and stuck-up, or so he seemed. I later found he was just shy, as I used to be. But, was he ever good-looking: wavy black hair falling on his forehead; big, dark eyes almost as black as his hair; skin of flawless, olive complexion; a muscular body, big hands, and a beautiful bulge at the crotch.

The first time I showered with Danny after gym class at school I saw for the first time someone with a cock as big as mine. As of that moment, I was captured: I had to have him. How to go about it was the problem. I knew by then that guys playing around with each other was considered wrong by most people, and I was always careful.

I kept a furtive eye on him to see if I could catch him sliding a wide-eyed look in the direction of my crotch. Cross my fingers and hope it was what I hoped the sign. I thought the other guys would never leave, as I started to soap down for the fourth time. Finally, the shower door slammed behind the last one, except for the two of us. I had feared he would leave before we could be alone.

I moved to the stall next to his, but he still didn’t speak or meet my eyes. “Hey. Danny,” I said. “I’ve got this itch I can’t reach. How about scratching my back for me?”

“Sure,” he said casually, and turned to my now turned back. “There?” he asked, scratching.

“A little lower and to the right,” I directed, leaning back toward him silently. “Ah, that’s it.” I felt his cock brush up against my ass. He had a hard-on. I reached around and grabbed it playfully. “Hey, man, you’ve got a problem and it seems to be as big as mine.”

He blushed furiously, yet couldn’t keep from looking down at my rigid cock.

I began to stroke his cock gently. “That’s one way to solve that kind of problem. Jack it off,” I said. He smiled and hesitantly reached over to play with mine. “But, this is a better way,” I added, getting down on my knees and taking his balls in hand and cock in mouth. His legs began to tremble.

He put one hand on each shoulder as I pushed and sucked, trying to take it all. “Oh,” he moaned with pleasure, the shaking beginning to subside somewhat, then he stoped me. “Let’s go over to the old armory. No one will walk in on us there.”

We dried off, dressed quickly and walked the half block to the deserted building that sided the school campus. He went directly to a side door standing sightly ajar. I wondered how he knew. Could he have used this place with other guys?

It was dark inside, with a dusty smell and a cluttered, unused feeling. There was an old army cot littered with blankets set up behind some packing cases. Danny led the way without a moment’s hesitation. Yes. I mused, he’s been here before.

He started to unbutton his shirt.

“Let me.” I said I fumbled with the buttons, clumsy in the dark, letting my hands gently explore his chest and stomach, finally coming to rest upon the belt buckle. He reached down and unbuckled it himself. I unzipped and pulled his pants and shorts down. I cupped the cock in my hands, feeling my own erection tent my shorts. Danny was bending over me, trying to get my clothes off. I eagerly helped, and I was soon as naked as he. In an instant, I felt his tongue flicking at the head of my cock. He sucked hotly while I stood there trembling with urgency.

I pulled him to his feet and reversed our positions, eager to once again feel his manhood quivering in my mouth. His body arched up in a delirium of pleasure as he moaned sensuously, fondling my nipples at the same rime. He was trying to reach down far enough to take my cock in his hands, and finally got it. I could feel the building excitement as his throbbing cock swelled in my throat. He was almost ready so I swallowed it down my throat until my lips touched pubic hair. Suddenly, he was shuddering and shooting his cream into my mouth. I held him tight, continuing to suck until he was soft.

He pulled me into his arms and we lay on the cot resting for awhile. My head was in the crook of his arm, he was panting slightly and our sweat was mingling, as my cock pulsed against his thigh. I looked down and saw Danny’s cock beginning to grow hard again.

“You want to fuck me in the ass?” he asked me.

“Sure!”

“Reach under the cot, Matty. There’s a jar of Vaseline there.”

I found it, opened the jar, smeared a glob on my cock and fingered some around and up his asshole. I got on my knees between his legs and he threw his legs up to rest on my shoulders. I began to press against his tight asshole, having trouble getting in. Danny gasped sharply when the head finally forced inside, and he clenched his teeth against the pain as my cock bore in. With a final push I lunged home. I let it stay there, unmoving, until he began to wiggle against me.

I pulled about half of my cock out, then rammed it all the way again. I could now feel his bowels working as he pushed and twisted and grinded. I was fucking in earnest, ramming in with long, vigorous strokes. I saw that his cock was now fully hard and throbbingly close to coming a second time. I fucked him with increasing fury, wanting to come before he did so I could get his second load. I reached under Danny, pulled his ass up into a better position, stiffened and plunged in deeply, crying as I released my sperm deep inside him. Bending almost double, I took Danny’s cock in my mouth, with my cock still up his ass, and sucked him. He came almost before I could get it in my mouth. His asshole snapping my cock as he spurted his sweet cream into my mouth.

I cleaned up and stretched out beside Danny, lying weakly in his arms. It felt good and right, as if I fitted. He sighed, as if he, too, was thinking along similar lines.

“Have you done this much with other guys?” I asked. I knew from the way he sucked that he was no beginner, but I wondered what his answer would be.

“I’ve had it done to me before, but this is the first time I’ve done it to someone else, too,” he said. I couldn’t see his expression in the darkness, but some sure instinct told me he was lying. But why? We had done it to each other, so what was the point in fibbing about previous experiences. It didn’t make any sense to me.

With the end of passion, there was an end of warmth. It was as if he were ashamed of what we had done and was anxious to escape the scene of our closeness. By the time we finished dressing, he was downright cold, if not positively unfriendly.

“I’ll leave first,” he suggested. “You wait awhile before you follow “

I nodded and he left. When I left a few minutes later he had already passed out of sight.

Three days later. Danny called me at home. It was Friday He asked me if I would like to go fishing and swimming with him Saturday, then spend the night and Sunday with him and his folks at their cabin on Lake Worthington I asked Mom, who said it was all right with her She knew Danny’s parents from church.

Danny was alone when he came to pick me up in his old blue Chevy.

“Where are your folks?” I asked as I pitched my gear in the back seat.

“They’ll be along a little later.” He grinned and his darkly handsome face seemed to lighten several degrees. He steered the car onto the highway and we headed for the lake.

About eleven miles out of town, we took the narrow, winding service road leading to the lake. He had to drive a lor slower for several miles further, then we turned onto a private road almost hidden by the dense trees and underbrush The going was even slower. Abruptly, we came into a clearing and there was the cabin. It was settled snugly on a slope by the lake, with a stepping stone walk leading from its balcony to the beach.

We stowed our things in the bedroom we would be sharing and went to explore the lake’s wooded haunts.

“Dad just bought it week before last,” he explained, “and this is the first time I’ve really had a good look see without the folks tagging along. We all came up last weekend, but I had to go fishing with Dad and help Mom clean up the place and keep an eye on Sts when she went wading. So,” he shrugged with disgust, “there was no time for me to check the place out.”

“When are your folks supposed to get here?” I asked.

Again the impish grin. “Well, now,” he laughed, “that’s a good question. Look!” he exclaimed, pointing across the lake where the morning sun was just pushing through the woods, lazy beams lacing the lake. I noticed he had not answered my question, however, so I repeated it.

“Mom and Dad took my little sister to Durbann last night,” he finally said. “Dad said it would be all right for us to come on up this morning. They’ll get here sometime this afternoon or evening. Okay? Or are you afraid to be here alone?” he jibed.

“No, of course not!” I blushed, angry at him for putting it that way.

He smiled broadly, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the lake. That smile made me forget my anger.

The closeness of his body as we walked around the lake exploring the shoreline was enough to make me so hot that I couldn’t think about anything else. We found a small lagoon separated from the lake with an inlet well hidden by the overhanging brush. It was the perfect spot for nude swimming and sunbathing.

We stripped off our clothes and went in swimming as soon as we found it. After a few minutes in the cold water which was from a natural spring, we were leaping up the grassy shore to stretch out in the warming sun. It was near ten o’clock.

I looked up to the small patch of sky above this hidden alcove. The sky was intense blue with a fleecy wisp of drifting cloud, and a bird leisurely sailing overhead. I was so lost in my daydream, Danny rolled over close to me without my knowing. It wasn’t until he reached over to stroke my chest and stomach that I realized he was only inches away. Then I felt his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. His head settled softly onto my chest and his tongue flicked the nipples. His hand trailed down to fondle first my cock, then my balls I pulled his head up and kissed him gently. His eyes fluttered shut and his tongue darted into my mouth for a slow lingering kiss. All the time his hands were expertly tracing and heightening my passion When his lips left mine, his tongue moved to caress my eyes and ears and neck. I twisted and moaned, my body quivering in every fiber. His tongue moved down to twirl around my nipples, then seeking other points of passion at armpits, ribs, stomach and navel. My body was quivering uncontrollably—I didn’t think I could stand more.

Now his tongue was at my balls, around and under, taking them both completely into his mouth. I was writhing in a torment of burning ecstasy; my hands each holding a clump of grass to keep my body down. Suddenly I felt the warmth of his tongue on my cock moving upward. He reached the head and plunged down, struggling to take it all in his mouth. As the head slid down his throat I couldn’t hold it any longer. I tensed, thrusting up and screaming as my long denied climax peaked, releasing spasm after spasm of the big load he had built up in me.

It was several minutes before the trembling subsided and I could relax. He reached his shirt and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and offered me one. I didn’t really like them, so I declined the offer. He lay on his side, on one elbow, looking at me in a funny sort of way while he smoked. I could see and feel his cock still throbbing upon my side. I reached down and touched it.

“Wait awhile. Matty,” he said, holding my hand. “I’ll work you up in a bit so you’ll enjoy it more.” He smiled slowly. “You’re the best I ever had, Matty. You got so hot you nearly burned me up.”

“I’ll have to learn how to do that to you,” I said, then added in an undertone. “if you’ll show me. I’m afraid I was in no condition to notice anymore than my own thing just now.” He laughed and I joined in.

Just lick the hell out of those places that turn you on and you’ll turn me on. No big secret He threw away his cigarette and began to kiss me again. I could feel my cock rising to the invitation, like a trained dog doing its tricks. I pushed him back and started kissing him in all the places that excited me—licking, sucking and nibbling. I could feel his resonses rippling up to meet my eager mouth as I devoured his body, bit by bit. He began to push down on my shoulders as passion swelled in him.

“Now!” he moaned. “Oh, God, take it. Eat my cock. Please.”

I ignored him. His cock was pressing into my neck as I slid past his navel to the side of his cock and down his thighs. He arched, tensed, groaned and even reached down to push his cock at me, pleading. From where I was sucking his balls his cock was a splendid shaft rising up massively from the forest of his pubic hair I couldn’t resist it any longer and I rolled my tongue up to the tip. His huge dick throbbed as my tongue went into the slit at the head of the cock. I lowered my mouth slowly over the first inches, sucking and tonguing. It was already beginning to swell and the bulging vein to pulse, nearing climax. I moved my hands up his sides to his chest and tweeked his nipples with a pinching, rubbing motion, as I began the long up and down stroke of my mouth over his cock.

Danny’s muscles began to tense, jerking out of control as the fire built up in his loins, flaring, spreading, reaching quickly toward orgasm. I felt him rise to the peak, and pushed his cock all the way down into my throat. His hips reached up off the ground, grinding against my face, as his swollen cock reached the final blinding flash of passion and exploded deep in my throat. With only about half his cock in my mouth I kept on sucking as he gushed flood after flood of jism. When he finally stopped cumming, I again took his entire cock within my throat, working tightly up to the head several times, milking the last drop of his sweet cum.

“How about another dip in the pool?” Danny asked.

We jumped up and leaped into the little, lagoon type pool. The water, as before, was icy cold at first We splashed and horsed around until we warmed up, then climbed back onto the grass to dry.

“We should have brought towels,” I mused lazily not really caring that we hadn’t. In fact, I enjoyed looking at Danny’s lean, muscular body as the sun’s last rays laid golden bars across his tanned skin.

He rolled over to face me. “You in some kind of hurry to get dressed?” he grinned broadly as if he had read my mind.

“Not particularly!” I clasped my hands behind my neck and lay back, pretending sleep. I had half expected him to become all cold and reserved as soon as sex was over. I was wrong. He was warm and friendly, relaxed and easy “Matty,” his voice drifted softly, quietly to me. “Did you like doing it with me?”

“Sure, I did.”

“Better than with a girl?”

“I’ve never been with a girl. Danny, or even wanted to. I guess I’ve always known I like boys. I mean, that I was different somehow! I didn’t start playing around with boys until year before last, though How about you?”

“I had a cousin who brought me out. He was four years older and I thought the world revolved around him. He lives in California now. When he left. I didn’t think I would ever make it with another guy. I was really stuck on him, that’s sure. But the first time I saw you at church remember? I nearly melted on the spot. But you seemed—oh, I don’t know-sort of out of reach You smiled and were friendly, and that was all. I just knew you would be one of those that don’t play. Then in the shower I almost came all over myself, fearing I was reading the wrong things into your staying there so long. I had to thump the heat of my cock to make it go down wher you first moved over. Even after that first time in the armory. I didn’t know how you felt about me, or anything else. I was scared to death we would get caught in there. I kept thinking later that I had been so scared you hadn’t enjoyed it with me. I felt sure you’d turn me down when I called to invite you here for the weekend.” Suddenly he stopped talking, looked at me and blushed.

“Sorry, I guess I talk too much.”

“Well. Danny, I felt much the same as you did. You seemed so aloof. In the shower, I didn’t know what to think, but couldn’t seem to help myself. I had to find out After we had sex, you rushed off so fast I thought you were mad, or didn’t like me, or were ashamed, or something. Believe me, Danny. I liked sex with you the first time, even better this time and I will like it every time you want to. Okay?”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a silent while, kissing a slow, lingering moment. During the next few hours, we touched and caressed each other until our bodies held no more secrets. Among other things I learned that afternoon was the reason for his familiarity with the armory. He had not lied to me about bringing other boys there. He had taken girls there for sex. The only explanation that hadn’t occurred to me.