The following story is purely fiction, written for the fun of doing so...based on a composite of several individuals I have known...and incidents that I have enjoyed during my life. The comments I have received have been very positive for former stories ...except for one...where the individual refused to go any further than a couple of paragraphs because of grammatical error. It is his loss of course. People who write and read gay stories are not interested in grammar...they are interested in sexual stimulation. If you enjoy gay fiction...I hope you enjoy DENNY.
DENNY
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson
Denny was my neighbor. He lived across the alley from me and a couple houses to the east. Our mothers worked together at a local garment manufacturing company and we were friends with everyone on the block. I was seventeen and had just graduated from High School that summer. Our house was painted a horrible shade of pink called corral which was very popular in the late 1950's. We decided we would wash the house down and paint it white. That became my summer job. I can remember climbing the extension ladder with garden hose and a large bristle brush and tending to the task. First, the surface was sprayed with a strong household detergent and then scrubbed and finally rinsed with water from the outside tap. It seemed like a never ending task. Finally after a few days, the house was pronounced clean by my parents and we went to the paint store and picked out a quantity of oil base primer and then an equal portion of flat
oil base house paint. Latex paint was a new commodity and my parents were not sure that it would hold up on an older home like ours.
My parents never approached the subject of remuneration for any task assigned. As part of the family, it was expect that we would contribute what we could to the benefit of all of us. So the task of painting the house became my lot...and it was estimated that it would take several weeks considering the size of the project. Before the painting could commence...all the storm windows had to be removed, windows with cracked or missing putty had to be repaired...and then the priming began. I had helped my dad over the years with other projects, so painting the house was not an unreasonable project that I could not do. So the task began.
It was a hot summer with a lot of rain. This project which should have taken only a couple of weeks ended up taking over a month. Oil paint, unlike latex which came later...required a dry surface. Once the rain stopped...some drying time was then necessary. This was when under hangs and porch ceilings were done.
On Friday night, after painting all day, I would set my tent up in the back yard and sleep outside because of the heat. The tent was a lot cooler than was the inside of our house. A friend would often come over and sleep out with me and we would listen to the radio and talk into the early hours of the morning. Sometimes we would strip off naked and play with each other. We would stimulate one another...one at a time...to prolong the intensity of the feelings. My friend was Freddie...an athletic kid with a wonderful sense of humor and a cheerful personality. He found humor in everything. He would get up on his hands and knees and bend his chest down to the sleeping bag on the floor...and I would feel his balls and cock and get him right to the edge of ejaculating and then back off. We did not know the term "edging" in those days...but that was precisely what we were doing to each other. After a couple of hours
of slow and sensual play...we would jack each other off. We both shot such big loads in those days.
Freddie mentioned to our mutual friend Denny that he had spent the night and we had slept in the tent, that we had ordered pizza from a mom and pop Italian Pizza Place called JOE'S...listen to the radio and stayed up half the night. Denny was two years younger than me, but as tall as I was, and he out weighed me by at least twenty pounds. He was muscular and athletic and I was just a skinny kid with very poor muscle tone...except, my balls were huge for a kid my age.
My mom came home from work one evening and told me that Denny's mom had mentioned that he would like to camp out in the back yard with me sometime. His family camped quite a bit in the summer...but he wanted to sleep out in the tent with me because he thought it would be cool to hang out with an older guy. He even told his mother that he would help me paint the house if I wanted him to. My parents did not like the idea of letting him help with the painting...that was my responsibility...but they suggested that I invite the kid to sleep over one night to get him off his parents back about it. Denny was a nice kid, just kind of quiet. For fifteen years of age, he had a nice face and a swimmers build. His hair was dark brown and combed to the side in a well groomed manner. He was polite, but quiet...and I wondered what we could possibly talk about to keep him amused and me awake. Never the less, I agreed.
The tent was up in the fenced back yard...and Denny was to arrive about 7:00 PM. My parents had already agreed to my using the car to go to Joe's Pizza for a large sausage and cheese...and they had provided Pepsi for the occasion. Denny's folks walked him over to our house and visited with my family for nearly an hour and then returned to their home. When my parents went into the house, we were left to enjoy the pizza and Pepsi's at the picnic table in the back yard. Next to the table was an exterior gas light that was popular in those days...so even though the sky began to darken...the table was well lit...and becoming more inhabited by night insects that are drawn to the light. Finally as darkness overtook the yard, we adjourned to the tent...which was just big enough for two.
We spread our sleeping bags out on the floor and turned out the flashlight so our eyes could adjust to the darkness with just a trace of the gas light casting a glow at the end of the tent. I took off my jeans and shirt and folded them and then placed them under my pillow...sitting on my sleeping bag in my briefs and tee shirt. Denny did the same but was not wearing a tee shirt. He sat on his sleeping bag in just briefs. His body was more sculptured than mine because of his interest in sports activities. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes about the school year that we had just finished and then stretched out on our sleeping bags to wait for sleep to overtake us. Denny seemed to enjoy the conversation and the association with me because I was older. I would be starting college next fall...and to him, I seemed like a mature adult. Our conversation dwindled until Denny was asleep and breathing softly next to me. I
looked at him. He looked like he was as old as I was and yet he was two years younger. He seemed so mature for fifteen. His face was handsome, his shoulders broad and his chest and abs well defined. I would guess his weight at about 150 pounds. I was five foot nine and he was as tall as I was. His hands were soft. Since he was asleep and not likely to pull away from me...I took his hand in mine and felt the softness. His arms and chest were hairy as was his legs. Where I wore a size eight shoe...his feet were longer and I would guess that he wore about a size ten. His bulge in his briefs seemed larger than mine which always amazed me that some young guys have such big feet and big dicks. Checking again to be sure that he was soundly asleep, I reached over and touched his bulge. He never flinched. I took my palm and run it over the bulge from the base to the top. As I did so...his penis began to shift...first to
the right and then to the left as it was trying to find more room in his briefs. I pulled my hand back quickly and checked his face...which was still calm and asleep. I returned my hand to his groin and ran my fingers over the outline in his underwear of his cock and then cupped his balls. He shifted his weight to his back with his leg closest to the tent wall bent at the knee. This gave me full range to feel all of his hardware. I ran my hand down the bottom seam of his balls and touched his rectum quickly and then back up...across the scrotum to his penis. It was laying fully extended to the top of his elastic band in his briefs. It could not have gotten any longer nor harder. Taking my hand, I reached around his shaft and felt the great thickness of it. It throbbed and felt good in my hand.
As I continued to play with him and checking his face for any sign of awareness...as I manipulated his genitals, he began to shift his weight and respond to my touch. As I ran my hand down his shaft on the outside of his underwear, he would flex upward just a little which told me that he was enjoying the sensation.
I wondered about pulling his briefs down and exposing his hard shaft. If he woke up, would he be angry with me for violating him. It was hard to know what to do...but he was definitely responding to my touch through the fabric. It seemed like it was worth the risk...so very carefully, I reached under his elastic band and took his penis in my hand. It was huge and warm...and it felt good. It was about the biggest dick I had ever handled. As I manipulated it...it pulsated in my hand...as if it wanted to grow bigger if it could. I ran my hand over his balls...and he began to whimper. He was enjoying the touch. All of a sudden, he rolled toward me on his left side giving me full access to it. Several times, I wondered how I would explain it if he suddenly ejaculated. He seemed to be getting closer. It seemed too risky to chance...so I slowly withdrew my hand and pulled his briefs back up until his erection was
covered. With my hand back on my side of the tent...I wanted to just reach out and embrace him for all he was worth...but I dare not.
As I lay there...he made a few small movements and then opened his eyes and looking at me...in the darkness I could see white teeth smiling.
"Why did you quit...it was feeling so good," he whispered.
"You knew what I was doing and said nothing," I asked?
" I did not want you to quit. If I opened my eyes or said anything...I was afraid that I would scare you off," he responded.
"Well, if you were enjoying it so much," I said, "why don't you take your under pants completely off and let me have better access."
He rolled over on his back, raised his buttocks off the sleeping bag and pulled his briefs completely off. Now he was laying next to me completely naked. I continued to play with him and he was getting hot.
"Denny, roll over on your stomach and let me rub your back," I said.
He rolled over to expose a nice hairy ass. I rubbed his shoulders and his back and then ran my hand over his butt. He moaned and told me that it felt good. I had a little container of lotion for sun burn and took a dab and squeezed it onto the tip of my index finger and placed it on his sphincter and rubbed it around. He moaned in delight.
"Denny, get up on your hands and knees and then bend your chest down to the pillow," I instructed him. He did so and I massaged his ass hole with out penetrating him. I had not yet learned how good that could feel. Denny moaned and gyrated. I teased his balls hanging down with the tips of my fingers and stroked his cock. When his knees got tired...he laid down flat on his stomach and I crawled over top and put the head of my dick on his sphincter..and pressed against it but not hard enough to go in. He loved it.
After about five minutes...we trade places and he did to me...all that I had done to him. I had not experienced yet, the joy of sucking cock...so we just slapped, tickled and teased for several hours...getting each close to the edge and then backing off.
I wanted to lay close and hold him...and I was surprised when he let me do that...and he in turn held me close to him...but we did not kiss, nor suck, nor penetrate...just slow and sensual touching. Near mid night...with him up on his hands and knees and with one of my hands massaging his balls and the other stroking his cock...he ejaculated. The sensation was prolonged...and as he was shooting load after load..he was saying... "don't stop." It only lasted seconds but it seemed like long minutes. He was gyrating and enjoying the orgasm to the maximum. Then he returned the favor and slowly jacked me off. As teenagers our climaxes seemed to last forever.
Afterwards, we scooted to the middle and throwing a sheet over us...snuggled as close as we could get for the rest of the night. When day light came the next morning...we did an abbreviated version of the night before and after ejaculating again...we cleaned ourselves up and put our underwear back on...lest either of our parents should peer into the tent to see if we were awake. We continued to play with each other for two more summers.
One night, laying head to toe and toe to head, in a sixty nine position...I went down on his stiff dick to suck him. He pulled away quickly. I had gone too far. That was the end of our sexual pleasure together. We remained friends until his family finally moved to a near by state. He finally stopped communicating. I missed him for a long time. I knew that my fun days with Denny were now gone, forever.