“You’re joking,” I said.
“Hear me out. He likes you, trusts you. Maybe he’ll tell you what’s wrong.” The desperation in my long-time friend’s voice was apparent.
“There’s nothing wrong. Danny’s just a late-bloomer! Hell, the kid’s only eighteen!”
“That’s what I had convinced myself, too. But, eighteen? Fine at fifteen and sixteen, but he graduates High School in three months. He’s never had a girl friend, not even one date!” she shrieked.
“Look, Valerie, he’s a typical teen, more concerned with playing sports than chasing girls. And even if he’s gay, so what?”
Val calmed herself as she told me for the fourth time, “He’s not gay, but if he is, I don’t care. He’s my son and a good kid. I just worry that he’s confused. And maybe a little… guidance, is all he needs.”
She poured us both more coffee. We have been best friends for fifteen years, since she moved in across the street, with her ex and young Danny. My ex and our daughter, Patti were still home then, and Val and I grew closer with each of our crises.
“You’ve checked his room?” I asked.
She nodded. “No signs of any porn. His sheets are always clean, but he does the laundry when I’m working. None of the typical masturbation signs.”
“So you want me, of all people to talk to him.”
“Exactly. He trusts you. His Dad’s never around. He would shut me out. Counsellors think I’m over-reacting.”
“So do I,” I interjected.
“Okay, maybe I am. But you’re the only one I can ask. And you seem to know younger men.”
“I don’t know them, I happened to have a brief fling with someone while on vacation, that’s all, I told you that.”
She nodded again. “More than twenty years younger, you said. And you liked it.”
Of course I did, I thought. He was cute, horny and hard. “So, you want me to bed your son,” I said, abruptly.
“I wish you wouldn’t put it like that. Just talk to him, feel him out about girls, and if he needs guidance, well…”
“Your argument about many cultures using adults to train younger members is valid, but this is USA, 2011. Danny’s not a tribal boy. And who’s to say he’d be interested if he did want to learn?”
“Allie, come on. You date many men, you love flirting, playing the game. And anyway, even if he says to you that he’s gay, at least we’ll know.”
I spent the rest of the week thinking about it. Danny’s a good kid. Val meant well. But what would happen if something did happen? Val says fine, now. But, after the fact, in the light of day, how would she feel?
On Friday, after I saw Danny leave, I went for coffee.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I announced as she poured for us. “But, just talk. If he needs lessons, call a Call Girl or something. I want no part of that.”
“Oh, Allie, thank you, thank you so much! This is perfect! I have to go see my Mom, she’s got those back spasms again. So, maybe you can have Danny over, or you come over here. Is that okay?”
“Might as well get it over with.”
On Saturday evening, there was a knock on the door. “Coming!” I hollered, as I looked myself in the mirror.
Forty-six. Not ancient, but far from the Prom Queen. My chest and waist were larger, and I was at least 20 pounds heavier, but with my red hair colored with blond hi-lights, eyes made up just right, and muted lighting, I wasn’t half-bad. my black satin blouse had two buttons undone, to draw eyes away from my widening hips. My bikini days were over, for sure.
At the door stood Danny, all six feet of him, slim, maybe 170, with shaggy brown hair, and those big sad hazel eyes.
“Hi, Danny! Come on in, hope I didn’t make you wait too long…”
He gave me a broad smile. “Hi, Allie, thanks for having me. Mom was worried I wouldn’t eat, but when she said you were barbecuing, I said great!”
He bent to give me the usual hug and peck on the cheek, and seemed to inhale my cologne, which was unusual.
“How about a beer? Your mom said as long as you go straight home, it was okay.”
Out on my back deck, I had the grill going and steaks marinating. I pointed to the cooler and he got himself one and refilled my wine.
We spoke in generalities, about family, friends, my job in Real Estate, as we cooked and ate, spending two hours on the deck, until it got cool. I suggested we go into my den, and we freshened our drinks and sat on the couch.
“So, Danny, how’s school? Must be busy fighting those girls off, huh?”
He smiled and blushed, looking down. “No, not really.”
“Oh, come on! You’re a good- looking kid, big, strong, good at sports, and smart. Every girl’s dream!”
I hesitated, giving him a minute to change the subject, but he didn’t.
“Dan, I don’t mean to pry, but, if you want to talk about it…” He looked up at me, intensely. I didn’t know if he was angry or surprised. “Or, not! I was only wondering, and I’ve known you forever. If I was prying, forgive me.” I touched his shoulder and he stared at my hand.
“No, it’s okay. I know Mom’s going Nutso about this, too, just cause I don’t bring girls home. it’s just, most girls are so wrapped up in themselves. Like the boy doesn’t matter, it’s only what we can do for them.”
“Yes, many young people are like that, grownups, too, unfortunately. You just have to find someone who’s right for you.”
He gulped his beer. “Yeah, I guess…but now every body’s so hooked up, you know? I don’t know how to start, what to say or do. Like I lost all those years, when I should have been learning, like I’m 13 in a eighteen year old body. And the other thing…”
“Nothing, never mind.”
“Danny,” turning to face him, noticing how he watched my shorts slide as I did. “You started to say something. Might as well finish it.”
He looked deep into my eyes and I saw such sadness, my heart ached. “One girl I thought liked me… on a dare, she took my home with her. we started, you know… and she started screaming! I hadn’t even touched her, I swear! I just left, and the next day, all the kids were whispering about me.”
“Danny, exactly when did she start screaming, and what did she say?”
He was looking down again. “They were right, oh my god, they were right.”
“Right? About what?”
“My…oh, Allie, I can’t say it to you!”
“Your cock? Dick? Penis?”
He nodded. “I’m deformed.”
This poor kid needs a professional! What did I get myself into??? “Danny, did you go to a doctor? No? Did you tell your Mom? She should really know. honey. Maybe they can correct it.”
He shook his head. “I only told you because i thought you could keep a secret, and Mom seems to think you’ve seen a lot of them anyway over the years.”
“A lot of cocks? She told you that?”
“No, she just says you date a lot of men.”
I sat thinking, drinking my wine.
“I’m sorry, Allie, I’ll get going now. I didn’t plan to tell you, but you seemed so nice and helpful.”
“Danny, what is the deformity?”
“Well, does it look like other guys penises in school showers?”
“I don’t know, I think so.”
Now I was really curious. “Honey, did you tell me this because you think that I’ve seen so many and can tell you what’s wrong with yours?”
He nodded, shyly.
“So, you want me to look at it?”
He nodded, again.
I had just enough wine in me, and was curious as Hell. “If I look and there’s something that you should see a doctor about, will you?”
“If you want.”
“It’s what you need, it may be correctable, okay?”
“And you never tell anybody that I looked at it, right?”
“Oh, I would never say anything bad about you, Allie, you’re the best!”
I could hear the rasping in my voice as I said, “Okay, let me see it.”
I gulped my wine as he stood and slowly unbuckled his jeans. His hands were shaking, he was so nervous, and I thought of helping, but was trying to keep it clinical.
He got the jeans open and began sliding them down when he said, “Uh Oh, here we go again.” He looked down at his jockeys and I had to gasp. Although still covered in fabric, it was stretching, a lot.
I swallowed as he looked up. “Go ahead, Honey.”
He slid down the jockeys and he was still semi-soft, and already big. My breath was short. I moved my head from side to side, to see it all. I didn’t notice any growths or warts or sores. What was wrong? I leaned closer, and he grew more, now over seven inches, and thick!
“Danny, I don’t see it? What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Is there a sore?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, she didn’t say, she just screamed.”
“It’s big,” I said, matter-of-factly.
“And it just goes off!”
“Just…you mean, ejaculates? You just come, without touching it?”
“Uh Oh, it’s getting close!”
This I had to see. It was well over eight, close to nine inches! “Do you jerk it?”
“Oh, God, I’m gonna shoot!” he cried as he tried to cover up. I grasped his wrists and held his hands apart just as his hips arched and a long hot stream of sperm rushed from his cock, hitting my cheek, my cleavage, onto my black satin blouse. The second wave was almost as much, as my reactions took over and I forced my head onto it, and he hit my lips and chin, then continued into my mouth, which I swallowed hungrily.
As I stayed on him, I realized that I was orgasming at the same time, without contact. He softened and shrank back to about six as we both gasped for air. I grabbed at napkins, and dabbed at my blouse, knowing it was ruined, but not caring. I wiped my face as He fumbled to dress, apologizing ever second.
My body shuddered again as I finished my wine, washing down his jism. “I don’t know about you, but I need another one.”
He seemed to relax a bit. For some reason, he thought I was mad. I got us another round as he sat, his sticky jockeys holding him in.
“Well, Honey, the good news is there’s nothing wrong down there,” I said, expertly.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Danny, were the other boys… as endowed as you? As big as you down there?”
“I didn’t really look, I didn’t want anybody thinking I was gay.”
“I understand. Honey, the other boys are jealous of how big you are, and they said it to that girl. When she saw for herself, she was afraid you would force it into her. Trust me, it’s fine, you’ll just have to be gentle when you’re with a woman.”
“That’s if i can find a woman who isn’t afraid.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Baby, women dream about that size. Believe me.”
I smiled. I knew I was in dangerous waters, but his mother threw us in there. “Danny, what happened here was between us, and only to make sure you were okay. You may want to masturbate once in a while to build up some control and relieve the pressure.”
“Allie, I shot like that because you were looking. Normally I have to jerk for a minute or two. And you said Women dream about my size. Have you ever? Dreamed, I mean?” His eyes seemed to beg me.
I nodded. “Yes, baby, but you need a girl your age.”
“The girls my age are scared. You’re not, you even ate some of it. I never felt so good before.”
Still wiping my blouse subconsciously, I didn’t notice another button was open, and my breasts had parted, showing the black lace bra underneath. I followed his eyes, and instantly felt flush. The thought that he was getting aroused again so quickly made me sweat.
“Danny, You’re a very special young man…”
“But I don’t excite you.”
“I didn’t say that.”
He slid closer to me. “I’ve had this dream where you invite me over like tonight and we… we fuck, and now, when you saw it, and didn’t scream…”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Honey, please…”
His arm wrapped around my waist and he kissed me, firmly on the lips, the same lips that 5 minutes ago held his cock. His tongue shot past my lips, finding mine, and he bent me backwards as his hand went up to cup my tit, firmly.
I gasped and held his hand, and I whispered, “Not so fast, Baby, slowly, okay?” I released his hand and he caressed my boob, opening my blouse, pushing it apart. “Yes, baby, that’s it.”
I got his shirt over his head. His taut chest expanded as he breathed and I teased his nipples.
I pushed him back and bent, biting at them, while I undid his jeans again. “Stand up, baby,” I coaxed as I shrugged my blouse off. His hands immediately slid the straps down and my 36D’s tumbled out to his delight.
I pushed his jeans and jockeys in one movement, as he kicked off his shoes. He was back to eight again as I told him how beautiful he was. I held the shaft and flicked at his slit, then circled his head.
I managed to slide my jeans and panties over my hips as I licked and caressed him, not wanting him to come too quickly. Now totally naked before my 18 year old neighbor, I stood, letting him get a look. He seemed quite happy, digging his fingers into my trimmed bush and finding my wet hole. He may have been a novice, but he’d obviously thought about this a lot.
We kissed as my breasts mashed into his hard chest, then I whispered, “Lay on your back, Baby. This will be the easiest for the girls, I think.”
He obeyed, his nine inches sticking straight up as I straddled him, my body high over that monster. I rubbed him back and forth along my slit, lubricating him as much as I could, knowing I should get KY gel but not wanting to break the mood. I looked down at his smiling face and he reached up for my nipples.
I had fully teased myself at this point and slowly began working him into me. Luckily, I’m not petite. Although I was never with a man this size, I had given birth 25 years ago, it seemed longer.
I grunted as the head slipped in, and it hurt but not too badly as I took a bit more and I whispered, “Slowly, baby, slowly.”
He seemed to jerk back at one point, then pressed on again, making me gasp, “Oooh.”
He was now maybe half-way, and seemed to be still growing! As I backed off, he pressed onward, his other brain taking over, the one that says, fuck me!
My hips hurt from being so spread, it was like yoga positions! Further in he came, and my head rolled from the pleasure! My juices were flowing to keep us loose, and he was moving more forcefully, up and down, sideways, as he grunted and groaned.I wasn’t gonna get him all, but this was more than enough for me. My body suddenly shuddered as another wave of orgasm crested and fell and I lost my place but not Danny.
He held my hips now, controlling my movement, and I was like a toy doll on his lap. My body kept shuddering and I wondered how long he could hold. Just as I thought that, he grunted, “Coming.” and I said, “Yes, baby, come for Mommy, Baby, come for Mommy!”
With one last slam he held me high in the arch as his cock released wave after wave of sperm, then he began frantically humping, as if to save the moment, not wanting it to end.
I collapsed on top of him, our lips finding each others, gasping for breath, sweating together, with me holding him comfortably inside for as long as I could.
His voice was soft beside my ear when he whispered, “I always wanted it to be you, since I was 13 years old.”
I rose up above him and smiled, quickly giving him a peck. “Somehow I always knew you had a crush on me. I’m glad you’re happy. But remember your promise, nobody knows about this, ever.”
He gave me that toothy saggy haired smile. “Ever.”