EDDIE AND YOUNG DANNY (first, mm, nc)
By Fatherodelli



This is a true story about an unplanned and unwelcome 
sexual adventure for an adolescent boy.  If you find it 
offensive to read a story with the content described, 
please exit.  If this sounds appealing read on --


I grew up on a farm in the Midwest.  There was an elderly 
couple that lived less than a mile away.  The wife 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 man married 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 Mom and said, "since Eddie is about 
Danny's age, maybe Danny could come over and play with him 
and spend the night".  Of course, Mom really liked Florence 
and she thought it would be a nice idea.  I remember I had 
some trepidation about going to see a boy from another 
state that I didn't even know and I was a pretty shy boy 
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 mature 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 barn 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 boys in his class getting together 
with some girls and fingering them and eventually having 
sex with them.  (That story 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 boy about sex acts.)  He especially 
talked about two girls named Jodi and Lynn...he said they 
were the cutest girls with the best bodies.  Trying to 
relate, I asked him if he and his friends weren't afraid 
they would get one of the girls 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 story 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 mature 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 girls 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 hurt 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 hurt a 
little bit that day, but I don't think the pain lasted past 
a day or so.  I overheard Florence and Mom 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


  
Larry