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Dane the Great (mf, m-first)
By
Pan the Piper

I knew I was different when the entire boys' locker room was staring at me.  
It was in eighth grade, and the first time I really got changed in front of 
others.  The other guys all tried not to look, but it was plain that they 
were failing.  Sideways glances, quick peeks, and even the occasional 
outright gawks turned towards me.  I stopped too at first.  I generally did 
not stand out as a kid before this.  I was okay at sports, okay at 
academics, and only okay looking.  But now I was being noticed.  For a brief 
moment the entire locker room was frozen.  Not just guys from my grade, but 
even a lot of the older boys stopped in their tracks.  It only lasted less 
than a second, then we all uncomfortably continued what we were doing.  Most 
of the guys started pulling on their pants again, and I started to 
understand why all the glances when I looked at them with my face close to 
the locker door.  They were ALL smaller than me.  Not a single one really 
came close to my size.

I felt ashamed at first.  Was I some sort of freak?  I was never abnormal 
before this.  It was just the way I was.  Doctors never told me I was 
unusual.  Neither did my parents.  I must not be a freak, I told myself.  
I'm just above average.  That thought actually made me feel good.  I guess 
it's not too surprising that I got comfortable with it really quickly.  
Actually I took my time putting my pants back on.  I even turned around and 
rummaged in my backpack a little longer for my shorts.  I could just feel 
how diminished everyone else was.  I smiled to myself.  That day, when I was 
fourteen, was the turning point.

Outside of the locker room I met up with Steve, my friend who has always 
lived a couple blocks from me.  He had scraggly blonde hair and was skinny 
as a pole.  He got really hyper at times, but he was a good bud.  He was in 
the locker room too and when I caught up with him outside he looked at me 
nervously, as if he had an urgent question to ask me.  He even looked down 
at my pants, which he's never done before.  But all he said was, "What's for 
dinner at your place, Dane?"

"Meatloaf," I said.  "What about at yours?"

"My mom's cooking Indian, I think."

"Can I come over for dinner?"

"Sure."

And we left it at that.  I'm sure he had wanted to ask me questions, but how 
does a fourteen year old ask those kinds of questions?  Actually, adults 
sometimes can't ask those kinds of questions.  Before we left though, we 
stopped by the water fountain to get a drink.  Five other students were at 
the fountain, Brett and Hiro, sophomores, both on the wrestling team, Stacey 
and Trish, also sophomores, and Helen, who was a freshman.  The three girls 
were on the cheerleading squad.  The guys wore their wrestling jackets and 
letters while the girls were dressed still in their cheerleading outfits, 
red with tight tops that showed off their midriffs.  A large "B" for St. 
Bonnaventure, my school, was emblazoned on their chests.  I chuckled to 
myself as I thought about coming to school tomorrow with a big "D" on the 
front of my pants.

None of the five were drinking so I made my way to the fountain.

"Hey, squirt, what do you think you're doing?  Did I say I was done with 
that?" Brett said to me and pushed me pack by pressing on my shoulder.

"Leave him alone," Hiro said unable to take his eyes off of me.  Hiro was in 
the locker room and had seen me, but Brett was not there as far as I could 
remember.  "What was your name?"

"Dane," I said unable to hide the annoyance.

"Don't mind him, Dane.  Brett's a dumbass.  Too many hard take downs on his 
head."

"Whatever," Brett sighed, but he did not do anything else.

I got my drink without any further trouble.

And that's how it was for the rest of the week onward.  Other guys did not 
give me any flack, even the older ones.  I don't think the word spread or 
anything.  Nobody was talking in the hallways about me being well endowed, 
but other guys were just more willing to talk to me.  And that transferred 
over to the girls too.  I don't think any of them knew, and I found out 
later that none of them did at that point, but since the guys were treating 
me better, they treated me better.  Then came the day when I walked by Hiro 
and Trish, the sophomores, leaning against the lockers.

"Hey, Dane," Hiro called to me.  His back was against the locker and he was 
hugging Trish.  She looked very comfortable in his arms, and just looking at 
the pretty blonde sixteen year in Hiro's arms turned me on.  She was wearing 
her school uniform, St. Bonnaventure's being catholic, so she wore high 
socks, a simple pleated gray skirt, and a white buttoned down shirt.

"Hey, Hiro, what's up?" I asked.

"Not much, man," Hiro said as he slipped his just inside the waistband of 
Trish's skirt.  Folding the waistband on itself he started to make the skirt 
shorter and shorter.  Trish just smiled and snuggled deeper against his 
chest.  "What are you doing this Friday night?"

"Not much, why?" I asked unable to prevent myself from glancing at Trish's 
legs being exposed more and more.

"Well, there's a party happening at my place then.  My parents are going to 
be out of town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come."

"Stop... that's too high," Trish whispered to Hiro and grabbed his hands to 
make them stop rolling her skirt up.  Hiro stopped and raised his thigh 
between her legs a little and she leaned forward and rubbed herself a little 
on his knee.

"Yeah.  That'd be cool.  Can I bring Steve?"

"The skinny blonde kid?  Sure.  Bring him.  We start at 8:30."

I left them, trying to shake thoughts of Trish's legs from my head.  A 
party.  An upperclassman's party!  This was going to be a good weekend.

The party was good.  Hiro's parents were away for the weekend, and they even 
knew about the party.  Hiro of coursed snuck beer in.  And everyone was 
getting trashed.  Steve was with me, and while he was nervous at first, he 
started to have a good time.  We got to hang out with Hiro and his friends 
and they were all older than me.

Things got really interesting when I started talking to Stacey.  She was the 
other sophomore that was with Hiro that day by the water fountain.  She was 
Chinese with long black hair and cute cheeks.  She of course had the body of 
a cheerleader, and wore tear away track pants and a zip up half-top that fit 
snug against her chest.  We were having fun chatting and she was starting to 
shoot her foot toward mine.

"Follow me," she whispered to me.  I did and she led me down a flight of 
dark stairs to the rec-room downstairs.  There she led me into an extra 
bathroom.  Hiro's family was well off, because this spare bathroom was huge. 
  It had two sinks and a large bathtub that could double for a hot tub.  The 
lights were off when we entered the room, only moonlight from the 
artificially fogged over windows, but there was enough light to see that 
Stacey was hot and ready.

I felt her firm ass through her track pants as she leaned in and kissed me 
deeply.  The beer was heavy on her breath, but it must of have been on mine 
too.  She slipped out of her sneakers while I felt her nails claw at my 
back.  With the snap of buttons I tore her track pants off and put my hand 
down her panties.  This was my first time, but boys talk all the time, and I 
knew basically what was going to happen.  Her sweet wetness greeted my 
fingers, and I explored my first real pussy.  She leaned back against the 
sink, with a smile of enjoyment on her face as I continued to finger her.  
Arching back her jutted her chest out and I moved my other hand to fondle 
her breasts under her zippered top.  With a downward pull I released them 
and she took off her top and flung it into the bathtub.  With one hand 
behind her as she leaned back over the sink, her other hand rubbed one of 
her breast while my other hand rubbed the other.  She was a girl who knew 
her body.

I just kept rubbing her because I enjoyed it, and really, I wasn't too sure 
what to do next.  But she did.  And she stood back up and undid my jeans.  
But when she dropped her hands down boxers and grabbed me, she fumbled 
around for a couple of seconds, and when she finally got a hold around my 
shaft she pulled her hand out with a gasp.

"What was that?" she asked me.

"What was what?" I asked as I continued to fondle her breasts and kiss her 
neck.

"Wait," she said as she pushed me back.  She reached back and turned on the 
sink lights.  While still only wearing her panties she tenderly opened my 
pants up again and pushed them down.

"Oh my god," she said when she had pushed them down far enough.

"What?" I asked now self-conscious and a little red in the face on top of 
the beer.  "What's wrong?"

"Uh... nothing's wrong.  It's just... ummm... I've never seen one that big 
before. Wow."

With a nervous smile on her face she grabbed it with both hands.  Running 
her fingers around its width she just stared at it and explored its length.  
I was of course rock hard, and rubbing my tip across her soft stomach.  She 
started to gently stroke me, with both hands.  Her eyes never unlocked from 
my penis, and it wasn't just a matter of giving me a hand job; she was in 
awe as she handled me.  I think that turned me on just as much as the 
physical contact.  Soon precum was slick on my tip, and the smell wafted 
through the air.  She slid down and got on her knees to face me.  She then 
began to lick my head, lapping up my precum with her warm tongue.  I was way 
too big to fit into her little mouth, but she opened enough to get a little 
of it in, and she still had both hands wrapped around my shaft.  This was 
the first time I had felt anything like this, and I was in heaven.  It 
seemed like Stacey was adoring my penis.  She rubbed her cheek against it, 
and kissed down its shaft as if it was a salt lick.

Then in a rush, she pulled her panties off and stood up.  She kissed me 
forcefully and said, "You have to get it inside of me," as if she was going 
to die if I didn't.  I kissed her back and leaned her closer to the sink 
again.  She got up on the sink and leaned her back against the mirror.  She 
put one foot up on the towel rack and spread the other wide in the opposite 
direction.  With one hand she spread apart her dark Asian pubic hair, then 
spread her already wet lips apart for me.  And with her other hand she 
motioned me to come closer.  I didn't hesitate.  I aligned my head against 
her, like a baseball bat against a golf hole.  And I pushed.

She cried out in pain when I penetrated her.  I was concerned so I stopped 
when I reached halfway into her.  But it felt so good that I couldn't pull 
out.  Her face was contorted in pain, but she didn't push me away, or close 
her legs up.  She kept them wide apart for me, so I just kept forcing my way 
further into her vagina.  It was slow moving at first, but after a few pumps 
I was starting to build up a good rhythm.  Her body was starting to adjust 
to mine too, but it still looked painful, but she didn't give me any signs 
to stop, and I probably only would have if she yelled at me to.  Her bare 
back squeaked against the mirror as I drove her body up against it. Her 
knees quivered slightly as I fucked her.  I grabbed one thigh from 
underneath to hold her wide open, and continued my plunging.  I easily 
filled her to the bottom, and her grunts of pain were starting to turn to 
moans of pleasure.  But it was all too much for my young body.  I can pretty 
quickly and shot a large repressed load into her.  Some of it drooled out 
onto the sink counter-top.  She was still breathing hard when I pulled out 
of her.

"Holy, fuck, that was amazing," she said to me.  She leaned forward and 
started to kiss me along the neck as I recovered my strength.  She was still 
a little randy, so I decided to take the opportunity to play with her some 
more.  This was the first time I got to explore a girl, so fingered and 
fondled as much as I wanted.

After a while she said, "I'm guessing that was your first time."  I nodded.  
"Too bad first times never last long enough."

But that's when I surprised her by placing her leg back on the towel rack.  
Spreading herself wide again I had already recovered and jammed myself back 
inside her.  I continued to pump at a more leisurely pace this time, while 
fondling her writhing body under me.  Soon she crunched and contracted, and 
I could feel her vagina tighten around my penis in orgasm.  She pushed me 
away desperately, and I withdrew.  I held her until she stopped shaking; all 
the while a huge grin was on her face.

And that was my first time.  Later I found out that Stacey was Brett's 
girlfriend.  Brett kicked the crap out of me, but Stacey was never satisfied 
with Brett again.  I'd like to think that few guys ever satisfied Stacey 
quite the same again.

The End


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