Just a Glance

“Dude. This is our stop.” Danny told me with a nudge. Wait, what? I’d fallen asleep and shot a load in my pants. I could feel it, my underwear wet and slippery as I stood seeing a spot on my front.

I got off first with Danny behind me then Curt behind him as I looked around at unfamiliar surroundings. Danny walked in front of the bus and Curt pushed me to the house I was looking at as Danny said he’d be over in a while as the two of us walked up the steps to a nice split level with a manicured lawn and flowers.

I looked over my shoulder at the house Danny was walking into and was surprised at what I saw. It was a one-story with an old pickup in the yard, grass growing around it, and a dilapidated motor home on the side. We walked into Curt’s house and he motioned to downstairs where his room was.

At the bottom of the stairs was a closed door and Curt went right as I looked left into what I thought was a family room with a fireplace along the wall. Curt took a left down the hall into his room and I followed. The room was big, shag carpet, along with a large bed.

To the left going in I saw a sliding door to the bathroom I presumed. Curt pointed to the corner and I dropped my backpack that was hiding the wet spot over my crotch as he flopped on his bed. “What do you want to do?” He asked.

“What’s up with Danny’s place?” I asked really wanting to know considering how it was a dump compared to the rest of the houses.

“It’s not Danny’s fault,” he said in a protective and defensive tone. “His dad's a drunk who is allergic to work so they’re on Welfare and food stamps; his mom works under the table somewhere.”

“But he wears such nice clothes and everything.” I didn’t get it.

“He shoplifts. He’s never been caught and makes money selling some of the stuff; he’ll even take orders for what kids want.” He said it like it was no big deal.

“He steals stuff???” I questioned.

“Yes.” And he pointed at my crotch with a smile.

I looked down and then back at him, “What?” I asked knowing.

“You creamed yourself. Danny elbowed me when he saw; don’t think anyone else did. You want to take your underwear off and clean up?” Again that smile.

I nodded because with every move my dick slid across the wet fabric never allowing me to go totally soft. I unbuttoned my pants pulling them off. “You can use the bathroom if you want.” Using his nose to point at the door.

“Not like you haven’t seen it before,” And with my pants off the underwear followed.

“Not all creamy and shit like now,” And I used my shorts to clean the cum mess because there was a lot.

I went through my backpack in the corner then realized I had my ass, bent over, and on display to Curt. I looked over my shoulder realizing I hadn’t packed any underclothes and Curt was biting his lip looking at me.

“Like what you see, perv?” It was like he didn’t even hear me.

I stood with my half-hard dick hanging over my balls and let him look. We’d been naked in front of each other all year but this was just the two of us and seemed different. “You got something I can wear?” I asked his deer in the headlight eyes.

“I got something you could wear,” And I looked at him in disbelief.

He held up this shiny bronze thing, “You have got to be kidding?” I asked.

“It’s Danny’s. It’ll fit you.” He said to my shaking head.

“No. You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

“Well I have some gym shorts but they’ll hang on you.

I reached for the bronze thing pulling it on adjusting myself. It was comfortable, stretchy, and I looked in the mirror then turned sideways so I could see my ass. “See?” He said. Then added, “They look better on you than Danny.” Swear to god he blushed.

He flopped back on his bed and I followed suit adjusting myself again; just a tee shirt and this bronze thing. There was a long silence, looks at him and his at my crotch that I cupped with my right hand. “So you guys boyfriends, or what?” I just broke the ice.

“No. Well. Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.” And he looked me in the eyes.

“There’s like more than one way?” I asked truly wondering.

“Danny’s.” and he stopped. “Danny’s different.”

I did the invisible rod thing, casting, then acted like I was reeling him in. “So? You guys fuck around and stuff?” I questioned causing him to look at my crotch again.

“It’s not like that. We jacked each other off about a year ago; the only time I have ever touched his cock.”

“Wait. I don’t get this.” Now I was having a hard time understanding.

“We do other stuff.” And now he looked at my eyes again.

“Could you elaborate?” I asked.

“You can’t tell anybody; swear. Not even Danny, he can’t know.” And I nodded.

“We were jacking each other and then Danny slapped my hand away and wouldn’t let me touch him again. It was like he was stroking me as if I was him, sat in front of me with his legs folded. When I came he leaned down and took my cock and cum in his mouth, and then he came.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” I was getting hard just from the description, having someone suck his cock, and slurping cum like I shoot.

“Danny. Danny is. I don’t know what he is but he won’t let me touch his dick. He likes to do other stuff.”

“Ok, You do other stuff and he won’t let you touch him? How does he get off?” I asked thinking about cuming without my hand and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“Danny gets off in a different way. He’d kill me if he thought I told.” And Curt shook his head back and forth.

“I won’t tell him, I promise.” I meant it.

“I fuck him.” He said bluntly.

“Like in the butt?” This was all new to me.

I put fingers on each side of my head; is this what a stroke feels like? “Look, Curt. I have never done anything, I mean, anything.” It was hard to admit and hearing it out loud was worse.

“Danny gets off sucking my cock; sometimes twice when I fuck his butt. He never looks at me and likes in on his hands and knees. He loves it.”

Again? Is this what a stroke feels like? “That’s just the half of it.” He started again.

I thought sucking cock and getting ass fucked, was ‘just half of it’.

“He calls me a wimp; says I can’t fuck him hard enough to cum anymore, but I always make him cum. He wants me to gag and choke him, not just with my dick. He wants me to choke him with my hands from behind when I cum and it makes him get off better.”

I don’t think I even blinked when he was telling me their story. Danny had issues, he liked pain, liked being choked, and could never get enough cum.

“Sometimes he cums in my window just to suck me, never lets me touch him, and has never let me suck him. I woke up a few times with him standing over me.” He looked away from me.

“What was he doing?” I asked.

“He was peeing on me.” I sensed his shame.

“Lock your fuckin window, Dude.” It seemed like a solution to me.

“He’ll break it, he has before.” And Curtis shook his head again.

Now I had a crush on Danny because of his looks but all that was washed away and I felt sorry for Curt and what Danny was putting him through.

“You want to touch and suck him?” I asked.

“And more.” Then a knock came on the door. “Curtis?” The voice of a young boy asked.

“Make yourself a snack, Little guy. I’ll make something in a while.” And I realized I needed those shorts.

“That’s my little brother and our parents work swing, they won’t be home till after midnight.” And again his eyes went to my crotch noticing how I was stretching out along with a new wet spot.

“You said you’ve never done anything; would you let me touch you?” I’d never in my life had something asked of me like that.

I guess, by not shaking my head, it gave him the green light to rest his hand on me; my dick. It was stretchy material and the strength of my erection pushed the head above the band. His thumb rubbed over the leakage from my tip then brought it to his lips.

He made mac and cheese with hot dogs, I watched him and his little brother, but all I could think of was what he told me and his hand on my shaft. Everything about Danny disgusted me now, how he could do that to Curt, call him a wimp when he wasn’t, and how he could fuckin pee on him.

He busied his brother with Atari games and we went back down to his room. I guess it had sunk in all he’d told me and I could tell he was ashamed of what he had allowed, to happen to him, but he really liked Danny.

With my thoughts of Danny diminished, I was looking at Curt in a new light, the way it felt; him touching me. I wanted to explore the touching with him, give him what Danny refused to, and me the opportunity to touch Curt; maybe more.

We actually talked until his parents came home. Curt had strong feelings for Danny, humiliated by things Danny did and wanted him to do, along with the choking and Danny peeing on him.

I let him touch and feel me, things Danny robbed from him, it seemed what he wanted. Curt was all my firsts, his hand on me, later his tongue and mouth, and he swallowed everything I produced; all of it. At that age, I could cum, cum again, and again after that.

Now being older I can understand the primal instinct to fuck, how to do it in an animalistic way, that isn’t what happened. He sucked me and I kissed him out of pity, sorrow that he couldn’t, or wasn’t allowed, to do that with Danny.

It was probably three in the morning when the fucking started, that’s a crude word, it was nothing close to that. I took his virgin ass tenderly as he took my virgin cock, we were face to face. I kissed him as my body, for the first time, made love on its own.

You might think I was in a rush, like when I jack off, just wanting to nut as fast as I could. I moved slow, savored every second, the feel of him, the way I felt not wanting to rush something special.

Watching him suck me was a visual I wasn’t ready for, looking down on his cock head resting above his belly button as mine appeared then disappeared in him.

I had cum in his mouth and I was gonna do the same in the other hole. If his ass would have been first, I’d have never made it all the way in without cuming. He showed no sign of pain, his eyes locked on mine, and I went painfully slow till he pulled on me.

I’d like to tell you it was hours but I’m sure it wasn’t. I was over him, smile and eyes, fingers on my lips, and pushing tears away. At this moment we were two virgin boys, sharing something, me doing it, and him taking it. I pulled him so his ass was hanging over the edge of the bed, my heat rising up, his dick ready to cum. I just stopped not wanting it to end, the feel of him, and his want to make me happy. Without movement, I rested balls deep just flexing feeling his tightness surround my boy part.

It wasn’t just his want, he was happy with what was happening, I was giving him what Danny refused him to do, something soft and tender. Where that came from surprised me, over a few hours of tenderness and conversation, that was the only thing I wanted to give him.

I pulled him up, he rested his arms over my shoulders, I had one over him, and the other stroking him. It was so slow, I’d never edged like this before, and I only moved my hand as I slowly slid in and out. This was not fucking and I fell in love for the first time in my life.

We talked as I made love to him and he did the same through my hand, he gave me my first time and I did the same. We discussed the closeness, teased each other, laughed at the other.

What caused me to look away when we came? It was the slightest of distractions, out of my peripheral, Curt had fallen back with his first shot as I drove in with mine. Danny. His was the face I saw out the window, how long he’d been watching, who knows?

Curt, his own cream all over him, leaned up taking my face in both hands, and he kissed me in thanks for his first time. Danny was outside the glass, the devil in his eyes looking at me and Curt. I was the only one who saw.

The breaking of glass startled me and Curt told me to wake up. “Did you have the dream again,” Curt asked?

I nodded with my head on his chest, a hand on my back, and I realized it was 'the bad dream again. Danny was watching us, the way we were together, me giving what Danny couldn’t to Curt. The breaking of the glass was a rock Danny threw as he kicked the table out from under him.

He hung himself from the deck that night, a memorial of our first time together, something so… special, turned into a nightmare for me. There was no fight in him as you’d think, glared at me till his eyes bulged, I will take that to the grave.

Curtis and I are 21 now in our Jr. year of colleague; the dreams still as strong today as yesterday. I had pushed down on Curt that night, didn’t let him see, don’t ask me why. Curt mourned Danny for months, his first love, as sick as it was.

I came to terms with the fact Curt was my first love, whether boy or girl, he was, and still is, my first love. I can’t help but think about Danny every day, sickened by him, and remembering how I crushed on him.

“Dude? This is our stop.” Fuck, I’d fallen asleep and came in my pants.

‘FYA’

That means ‘From Your Author.’ I kind of like it.

There are times I write just to add another page or chapter, more of an obligation than a joy; but not with this one. ‘Just a Glance’ poured out in about four hours, it rarely happens like that.

Two hundred and forty minutes, five thousand words, 21 words a minute came from me like rain. When it cums to writing gay erotic, writing to others enjoyment, for me, it can become boring.

I started years ago not even thinking about readers, my story that needed to be told, nonfiction. It reeked of fiction, love, time; lifetimes. ‘Robby and Ryan’.

I can say Non is easier than fiction. This story, for instance, youth and first times, boys first times, like in boys. I think in this chapter a lot of shit got brought home. In all I write, my goal is to enlighten, offer an out-of-the-box thought or experience.

This story was truly fiction with knowledge from the Author. Chocking is not all that uncommon. And it starts early. Shame, being like Danny enjoyed, isn’t uncommon, either. If you look deep you can see this started early with Danny; before Curt.

It could have been his dad, his sisters’ boyfriends finding him when the girl couldn’t keep up, or just fuckin things he was born with. Who really knows what goes on in the minds of others?

Danny was a victim, a sick predator even in his few years, and I was so lucky not to have been Curt. “Dude. This is our stop.” RJC.