Dancing in the Dark
by
Alexander
It was the night of the youth club dance and I had been looking forward to it for ages as this was the first one that I was allowed to go to. The policy of the club is that you had to be between 13 and 17 years old to get in to them, and I had my 13th birthday a couple of months ago. My mate Danny and I had spent all day shopping in Canterbury (that's Canterbury, England of course!) for new clothes. I had bought a bright green T-shirt and some fantastic new jeans. Danny had got a pair of black trousers and a fancy white shirt. I must admit that although I thought his taste was a bit old-fashioned, he looked very good in them. Anyway, having got our stuff, we hurried back to my house to try them on.
When we got home, Mum was in the kitchen getting tea ready and so we quickly showed her what we'd bought and said that we would go and put them on to see what they would look like.
Danny and I dashed upstairs to my bedroom. Without giving it a second thought we both stripped down to our underclothes and unwrapped our parcels. Danny and I had been friends ever since I can remember, and as we had often slept over at each others houses, seeing each other naked, or nearly so, was nothing unusual. We had long since overcome any feelings of shyness or embarrassment about this, and apart from the usual "Doctor and Patient" games of a few years ago, I don't think that either of us thought about the other in any way other than as a good and close friend.
Anyway, as we were laying our new clothes on the bed, I noticed that Danny's prick had slipped out through the front of his jockey shorts. Pointing this out to him, he casually took hold of it and put it back where it belonged.
"I must stop wearing these shorts. They are a bit too small for me and my dick is always slipping out." he explained.
"You'd better!," I replied, losing interest in what I had just seen, "I'd hate you to get it caught up in your zip again!"
This had happened a few months ago when we had been playing football at school, and as (as usual) we were late for dinner, we had hurriedly showered and trying to get dressed as quickly as we could when Danny had let out an anguished cry. Looking round, I saw that in his hurry he had trapped the skin of his cock in the zip of his trousers. My first reaction was to laugh, but I quickly realised that he was in real pain. Walking over to him, I bent down and took a close look at his problem.
"Dunno whether it should go up or down" I said, concerned for him but still trying not to laugh out loud.
Saying that he daren't move it at all, I suggested that as he was fastening it when the accident happened, perhaps the best thing to do was to push it down.
Despite his best efforts, the zip wouldn't budge, and Danny asked me to help. Kneeling down, I gently lifted his limp cock out of the way and tried to see what to do for the best (At the same time praying that no one would come in to the changing room for a few minutes!). Deciding that it must come down, I asked Danny to hold his cock up out of the way as I grasped the metal tag and got ready to try and pull it down. Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, I tugged it hard. Luckily, it slid down without any real trouble, apart from the cry of pain from Danny.
"Fuck it! That hurt!" he said, still in obvious pain, and twisting his dick around, tried to see what damage had been done to it. Fortunately, the skin hadn't been broken, but there was an ugly red and blue bruise where the zip had been. For a day or two, it was a bit of a joke for me to ask him how his bruise was, usually at a most inconvenient time like in the queue for dinner.
Anyway, whilst getting dressed, I casually asked him if his bruise had gone. Replying that he thought it had, but he couldn't really tell as it was right underneath his prick.
"Have a look for me, will you?"
For the first time, I felt a bit embarrassed at his request and wasn't sure why, but nevertheless did as I was asked. Lifting it up for me, I peered closely, but could see hardly any marks at all, and told him so.
"Are you sure?" he asked nervously.
Looking even closer at it, I noticed that his cock seemed a bit bigger than it was just now.
"Christ," I thought, "He's starting to get a hard on.", and was aware that I was also 'getting a bit uncomfortable' in the groin area!
Quickly and somewhat reluctantly taking my eyes away from it, I stood up and said that I still couldn't see anything. As far as I was concerned at that point in time, the incident was closed. Completing our dressing, we went back downstairs and showed Mum what we had bought.
Making the usual complimentary remarks, she continued with preparations for the meal.
Some time later Danny and I decided to walk to the youth club, and save the bus fare so that we could have another drink if we wanted. On the way there we were busy chatting about which girl we would like to dance with, and boasting about what we would do with her if given the chance. For the first time I really thought about girls as sexual beings rather than just other club members, and tried to think of one I would like to 'do something with'. The only one I really knew at all well was Diane, who I often played table tennis with, mainly because she was almost as bad me, and usually had quite a reasonable game together.
"She was the one I would like to take out," I told Danny.
"She's OK, Paul, but not as good as Theresa," Danny continued, "I think I'll see how far I can get with her."
The conversation carried on in this sort of vein until we arrived at the hall. Buying our tickets at the door, we entered the noisy, darkened gym. which had been turned into a dance hall for the night. Making our way with some difficulty through the already crowded room to the 'bar', we got a couple of bottles of 7-Up and stood there watching the dancing. Luckily Danny saw Theresa coming through the door and went straight across to her and within a minute or so was dancing. Standing alone at the bar, I began to feel a bit left out of things and was just about to go for a walk around the room when I spotted Di. I watched as she had two or three dances with some of the older boys before sitting down with her mates. Taking my courage in both hands, I walked across to her and asked if she wanted to dance.
Surprisingly she agreed, and I led her out onto the floor. The first track they played was quite a short one, and I was even more surprised when she made no move to sit down again, but held my hand whilst waiting for the next one. Talking together quite comfortably and having what I thought was a good time, we spent the next hour or so together, either dancing or at the bar chatting and drinking.
"Now's the time," I thought, "It's either now or never.", "Do you want to go for a walk outside?" I asked, terrified that she would say no.
"OK," she agreed, much to my amazement.
Putting my arm around her waist, I took her out of the front door and round the side of the hall. Choosing a suitably dark spot, I leaned against the wall, pulled her towards me and kissed her. I didn't know what sort of emotions to expect, but I didn't think that I would have none at all, in fact I felt completely emotionless. Thinking that I must be doing something wrong, I tried even harder to please her, but still felt nothing. From the conversations I had had with the other, more experienced boys, I expected to hear bells ringing, lights flashing, and a stirring in my crutch - but this just wasn't happening. Trying to think of something that would 'turn me on' I tried to think of something sexy, and the first thought that crossed my mind was the image of Danny's prick, sticking out of his shorts earlier in the day! Almost instantly, and to my shame, immediately I began to get a hard on. This made me terribly confused, and not knowing quite what to do next I suggested to Di that we went back inside as I needed to go to the toilet.
Thank God, she believed me and without a murmur turned to go inside. As I went into the toilet, I watched as she re-joined the gang of other girls she was with. Wanting a bit of time alone to think, I went into one of the cubicles, closed the door and sat down. My mind was in a turmoil, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make any sense at all of what had just happened. Staring at the back of the door, I was idly looking at the crude graffiti of pricks etc. drawn on the door. and reading some of the comments about "Gay 16-year-old wants to meet similar" sort of thing when I became uncomfortably aware that I was beginning to get an erection. Now this really made me think! Turning this novel thought over in my mind, it was just as if a curtain had been lifted to reveal a new, and hitherto as yet hidden area of my mind. Danny, I learned, seemed to turn me on more than any of the girls I knew!
Still trying to make sense of these thoughts, I was rapidly brought back to earth when someone banged on the cubicle door, "Hurry up," a faceless voice said, "I'm busting for a crap!"
Flushing the toilet, I opened the door and pretended to be fastening my trousers as I walked quickly out of the room, head down.
Not daring to venture back in the dance hall as I was sure that everyone in the room would be able to read my thoughts, I went back outside and sat on the steps, elbows on my knees, chin in my hand and staring out sightlessly into the black of the night.
I don't know how long I had been sat there, but I jumped a mile in the air when Danny dug me in the ribs and said "What's the matter? I've been here for nearly ten minutes and you haven't moved"
"Dunno really," I lied, "I'm pissed off."
"Why, what's happened?"
In as few words as possible, I explained what had happened with Diane, carefully leaving out the bit about him. "She didn't do anything for me at all," I continued, "There must be something wrong with me."
"Didn't you try to think of anything sexy?" Danny enquired.
Nervously, afraid of where the conversation might be leading, I replied that I did, but that it didn't work. Danny put a hand lightly on my knee and told me that exactly the same had happened to him and Theresa, and 'not to worry about it' - he had spent the past half hour hiding in the darkened corners of the room, hoping that I would think that he was with Theresa somewhere. Looking directly at him for the first time, I managed to give him half a very pained smile.
"Tell you what, though," he grinned, "I know something, or somebody, that gives you a hard on."
Much to my acute embarrassment, it dawned on me that my jeans were bulging with an enormous erection I wasn't even aware I had!
"It was me you were thinking of wasn't it?" he said seriously, "I know that I had you in my thoughts when I kissed Theresa"
"Bollocks!" I spat out instantly, still too ashamed to admit to myself that he was right, "What do you think I am, a fucking queer?"
"No, but I know you, and you know me. I don't think I'm gay, but all I am saying is that I got a hard on when you held my prick this afternoon, for what it's worth. And what's more, I think I liked it."
Involuntarily glancing down at his groin, I saw that just like me he also had a boner on.
"Jesus Christ!" I said more confused than ever now, "Is that true?"
"Yep. And I don't mind you knowing that I wouldn't mind if you held it again."
Danny's hand was still on my knee and I watched silently as he gently slid it down my thigh towards my erect cock. Stopping about half-way down, he leant over towards me and whispered "Come on, let's go somewhere."
Uncomfortably aware now that I fancied him more that I ever did any of the girls I knew, I nodded agreement and stood up.
Wordlessly we walked slowly out of the gate and turned left towards home. As soon as we left the club grounds, I felt an enormous sense of relief knowing that at least the ordeal of having to mix with the girls was over and also aware that I was more than a little excited at the prospects of what Danny and I were about to do.
On the way back to my house we had to pass the local park. As we approached the entrance, Danny looked nervously up and down the street. "Come on, in here" he said quickly, and ran into the darkness.
Taken a bit by surprise at the suddenness of his move, it was a second or two before I followed him. Seeing him a few yards in front, I walked towards him, but before I got there he ducked down and scrambled into a small clump of bushes.
"In here," he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
And there we were. Standing about a foot apart and face to face, both of us knowing what we wanted, but neither quite sure what to do next.
"Allright Paul?" Danny queried as he put both his hands on my hips, "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," was the only reply I could make.
Danny moved his hands slowly from my hips and onto the front of my jeans. What had up until now been a half-hard prick suddenly sprang to life. As it grew, Danny was feeling it's ever increasing size, running his fingers up and down it's length. Nervously, and still unsure of myself, I put one arm round his waist and with my other hand felt for his prick. His trousers, being made of a thinner material than my jeans, gave a much better feel of his tool than I am sure he had of mine - and I found it gave me a wonderful feeling of happiness, coupled with an exhilarating mixture of danger and excitement.
Resting my forehead on his shoulder, I heard rather than felt Danny undo my zip, then put his warm hand inside and try to find the hole in my pants. Following his lead, I decided that it would be better if I undid his trousers completely and let them fall to his knees. Sneaking a quick look down, I saw his boner outlined clearly through his jockeys and put my hand on it. I had seen his prick before of course, but always soft and limp. The change in size was incredible, and I just couldn't wait to see it properly.
Danny was having a bit of trouble freeing my dick.
"You get it out, Paul," he whispered, "I can't do it."
Reluctantly I let go of him, undid the button on my waistband and pushed my jeans and shorts right down to my ankles.
Released from its trap my cock sprang out, standing harder and stiffer than it had ever done before - harder even than when I was having a good wank. It was so stiff that it was almost painful.
Whilst I was busy dropping my own clothes, Danny also stripped and dropped his pants and shorts. Taking hold of my tool, I held it lightly and pointed it towards Danny. He did the same, and for a magic, electrifying moment the tips touched. Words can never describe the feelings I had - it was as if the whole world had disappeared, and the only people left in it were Paul and Danny. Slowly, and with infinite pleasure, we lay our pricks alongside each other, noticing consciously for the first time that we were both the same size and uncircumcised. Very gingerly I took hold of Danny's cock and began to masturbate him, still keeping one arm round his waist and pulling him towards me.
I don't know what pleasure I was giving him, but as he started to wank me off, I thought that if it was only half the delight I felt, then he must be over the moon.
Because of the excitement and relief we both felt, it was only a few seconds before we came, our bodies jerking spasmodically with passion. The amount of spunk we managed to produce was unbelievable, it seemed to spurt out for ever, and all over the place!
"Fucking hell, Paul, that was brilliant!" Danny managed to gasp out, "But look at the bloody mess!"
At least our trousers were clean, but that's about all. As for the new T-shirt I was wearing, and the new shirt Danny had on, that was a different story. Both were splattered with the glistening globules of our spunk, some quite big, which were rapidly soaking into the material. Hurriedly we took out handkerchiefs from our pockets and tried to clean the mess up - without much success.
"How the hell can we explain this?" I asked Danny.
"No problem. We'll go to my house and clean 'em up before you go home. My Mum and Dad will be out for another hour or so yet"
It was with some relief that I agreed to this, and grinning at each other, pulled our clothes up and made ourselves 'respectable'.
Carefully making sure that no one was around to see us, we nipped out of the park gate and were in Danny's house within about ten minutes.
Following him upstairs and into his room quickly took my shirt off.
"I can get away with mine," Danny noted, "Look, the marks hardly show at all now. All I have to do is put it in the wash and no one will ever know."
My bright green T-shirt told a different story however. The drying spunk was leaving hard white spots all over it. I could never get away with that: Mum would be sure to have a go at me, if only for getting a new T-shirt so dirty the first time I wore it.
"Bollocks. Now what the hell can I do," I said, beginning to get seriously worried.
Thinking for a moment or two, Danny's face lit up as he said "Give it to me and I'll go and wash it. With a bit of luck it'll dry before my Mum and Dad get home."
Without waiting for a reply, he went into the bathroom and filling the sink with hot water, dropped it in and began to squeeze it.
We nearly had heart failure when we heard the front door open and his parents come in. A look of blind panic flitted across Danny's face, but quickly recovering some sort of composure he didn't make me feel any better when he shouted "Hiya! Paul and I are upstairs. Be down in a minute"
Danny's Mum, sounding a bit surprised, returned "Hello Paul!" and began to walk upstairs.
"Leave it to me," Danny mouthed.
Walking into the bathroom, his Mum looked more than a bit surprised to see me topless, and Danny busy washing something in the hand basin.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Trying to clean up Paul's T-shirt before he goes home. One of the girls at the dance spilt a bottle of Coke down it. It's a new one and his Mother will kill him if he goes home with it like this."
Visibly relaxing, Danny's Mum said, "Give it to me. I'll see what I can do."
Breathing joint sighs of relief, we gratefully stood back and let her get on with it.
"You two go downstairs. I'll bring it down in a minute and dry it."
Joining his Dad in the living room, we explained once again what had happened. Grinning, he said that it was a good job they had come home early, otherwise who knows what sort of mess we would have made.
"Hungry? We haven't eaten today yet. Do you fancy a Chinese meal?" he continued, looking between Danny and me.
Not knowing what else to say, we said that we were and a Chinese sounded good.
"OK then, I'll ring up and get one delivered."
The next hour or so, having get over the initial scare we had, was spent in eating and general chat.
"Good Heavens! Look at the time!" Danny's mother suddenly said.
Looking round at the clock, we were shocked to see it was nearly midnight!
A look of panic on my face must have been seen by Danny's father. "Don't worry. I'll ring your mother and explain what's happened." he said kindly as he made for the 'phone
Listening to him tell my Mother about the T-shirt (which, thankfully, saved me getting into trouble), he went on to say that it was his fault we were so late as we had had a meal and lost track of the time. "Tell you what, it's getting a bit late, why doesn't he stay here tonight?" I was shocked to hear him say, "I'll drop him off at home on the way to work in the morning, if that's allright"
Mother must have agreed as he then put the 'phone down and looking at me, said "That's fixed then. You can stay here tonight if you want and I'll take you home in the morning"
Not daring to look at Danny, I had great difficulty in containing my extreme delight at this unexpected turn of events and managed (I hope) to say "Yes" and "Thank You" without sound too pleased.
"Go on then, upstairs. It's getting late." Danny's mother said to the pair of us.
Gratefully, we both left them and made our way to Danny's room.
Closing the door, I leaned back on it and let out a long sigh of relief. There was no need for either of us to speak, and I don't think that it would have done any good anyway. The last thing either of us expected after the events of earlier that evening was that we would be able to spend the night together so soon, although the thought had crossed my mind, if not Danny's, as a vague plan for the future.
Danny had a bunk bed in his room, and both were made up fortunately. Seeing my eyes flit in that direction, he explained that they were always both made up as he liked to have a change of bed now and again, and it was easier if they were both ready to be slept in.
"Which one do you want?" he asked, "Take which one you want, I don't mind."
Not quite knowing how to say what was on my mind, I stalled for a moment struggling as to how I could put my unspoken thoughts into words.
Danny, as usual, must have known exactly what I was thinking almost before I did. "At least until they are in bed!" he added conspiratorially and grinning broadly.
"Top one" I decided him as I jumped up and sat with my legs dangling over the edge.
"OK then, let's get into bed."
Wriggling about on the bed, for the second time that night I undid my trousers and hurriedly tried to take them off before I realised that I still had my shoes & socks on! Danny, noticing this, grinned and told me to 'slow down a bit'. Shamefacedly, I must have blushed noticeably as he added that 'everything comes to he who waits!'
Throwing the covers back, I was just about to slip into bed when Danny asked if I wanted to get something to read in bed before the light was put out. Cottoning on to his logic, for once quite quickly for me, I dropped to the floor.
"Over there," he said needlessly pointing to his bookshelf.
Taking almost the first book I saw, without really looking at the title, I turned and was about to get back into my bed when I saw Danny was already in his, with a huge tent over his prick, and his hand obviously giving it some gentle attention.
"Now who can't wait!" I pointed out mischievously.
"Bollocks!" he mouthed, "Get in to bed!"
We both lay there, desperately waiting for his parents to go to bed, and wondering why the clock appeared to have stopped. A tap on the door preceded Danny's mother putting her head round it, and wishing us 'Goodnight' told us that it was about time the light went out.
Reluctantly doing as we were told, the room slipped into darkness as the door closed.
Neither of us spoke for the next five minutes or so, until I heard Danny whisper "I think it's OK now. Come down here"
Not wanting a second asking, I threw back the bedclothes, climbed down and slid in beside him.
The beds were typical bunk beds, seemingly very long and very narrow. So narrow in fact that Danny and I had to put our arms round each other and squeeze together to stop one of us from falling out. Being in such close proximity, our already bone-hard pricks came into instant and solid contact.
"Christ! I think I'm coming already!" I tried to whisper in Danny's ear, but it came out a lot louder than I intended..
"Shush, Paul! They might hear us, their room is only next door."
Biting my tongue, I slid my hand down between us, and forcing my prick down I stuck it between his legs. Taking care not to make any noise, I slowly began to 'fuck' him. Hearing him moan quietly, I looked at his face and saw his eyes were closed and a look of intense peace on his face.
This time, it took longer ( but not much) before I felt that I was about to come.
"Sod it," I thought, "I don't want to come yet" and so I pulled myself out, reluctantly.
"I'm almost coming," I explained.
"Turn over and face the other way then," Danny instructed.
Not knowing what to expect next, I did as I was told, and with no little difficulty rolled over.
Danny slid his iron-hard cock between my thighs and gently thrust himself backwards and forwards, just as I had done to him, but this time from the back. At the same time, he reached an arm over my back, took hold of my prick and began to wank me off.
I can't ever explain how wonderful I felt at that moment. All I can remember thinking is that I never, ever, wanted it to stop. Only a couple of hours ago, Danny and I were friends - good friends admittedly, but still only friends. Now, we were something else. I am not sure how I would describe our new relationship, but trying to put it into words didn't matter in the slightest. He and I both knew how we felt about each other, and words weren't needed.
Thinking these lovely, delicious thoughts, I suddenly erupted, simultaneously with Danny. Once again, rivers of pure white boy-spunk fountained everywhere, and seemed to go on for ever.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" Danny said, with feeling, "I didn't want to fucking come just yet. I was enjoying that"
Turning back to face him, I pulled him close to me and whispered, "Neither did I, but we can try again in a minute!", and without giving it a moments thought. kissed him firmly on the lips!
This took even me by surprise, never mind Danny - the conscious thought had never even entered my mind. For a moment his mouth remained firmly closed, probably with shock, but within an instant, it was open, his tongue desperately trying to find mine. Fiercely and with more passion than I had ever felt before, or even knew possible, I squeezed him so hard that I heard his breath exhale.
Pulling back for a moment to get his breath, Danny murmured one word - "Paul!" before putting his hand on the back of my head and pulling me down, returned the kiss just as passionately.
For the next hour at least, we explored each other; hands, tongues, eyes, legs - everything! We simply couldn't get enough of each other. Eventually, shear exhaustion forced us to take a break. Hot and sweating, we pulled apart slightly, one hand lightly holding each others by now semi-hard prick without moving, the other ruffling hair. It was like this that we both slipped into a deep and contented sleep.
Only a second later, I awoke with a start - light was streaming through the bedroom window. It took me a good five seconds to remember where I was, and recollections of what had happened the previous night came flooding back. Feeling suddenly very frightened and worried that we were about to be discovered, I looked round for a clock.
Thankfully, I found the one on Danny's desk and saw with immense relief that it was only half past six in the morning. With a bit of luck, we had time to sort ourselves out before someone came in to wake us.
Turning to look at Danny, I stared at him for a long, loving moment, acknowledging his incredible beauty, and knowing crazily and happily that from now on he was all mine, and I was his. Gently, trying not to wake him, I kissed him on the lips, slid out of his bed and climbed into my hitherto unused, lonely, cold one.
Half an hour later, Danny's father came into the room (without knocking I sub-consciously registered) and 'woke me up' from an apparently deep slumber.
"Come on, it's time to get up," he said, "Breakfast in five minutes. Give Danny a kick for me will you?"
Doing as I was asked, I got out of the now half-warm bed and dropped to the floor. Bending down to wake Danny, I pushed my hand under the clothes and found he had a morning erection on. Pushing the bedclothes right back off him, I looked carefully at the underside of his cock.
"You're right," I laughed as Danny awoke, "There's no marks there at all now."
It seemed to take him a lot longer than it did me for Danny to come to full consciousness, but once he realised where he was, he pulled me down and kissed me gently.
"I thought it was all a dream," he said, "Thank Christ you are actually here. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been."
It was noticed how tired and sleepy we both seemed to be at school that day, but thankfully no one commented on it, and it certainly didn't cross anyone's mind that we both tired for the same reason! Deliberately we kept out of each others way as much as we possibly could, the only time we did met accidentally was in the dinner queue, and I almost leaped out of my skin when Danny surreptitiously slid his hand round and gave my balls a gentle squeeze!
"See you later!" he grinned as he walked away.
"There is nothing more certain than that," I thought happily and went to sit with my class-mates, well away from Danny.