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Date Posted: 04:39:21 05/08/15 Fri
Author: Cirrus
Subject: "Danny McFarlane - The B Side"
In reply to: Comicality 's message, ""Shacker Story Post"" on 03:49:16 05/08/15 Fri

For my story, I decided to write a little sequel to the story I released last week "Danny McFarlane's Soundtrack for a High School Dance". If you haven't read it, you should go here, so you know who the main characters are. Also, its linked about two posts down as well.

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Danny McFarlane - The B Side
by Cirrus

“Five, six, seven, eight…”

The voice of Phil’s dad filled the room as the music kicked in again.

Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But here's my number
So call me maybe
It's hard to look right at you baby
But here's my number
So call me maybe

I grabbed the hands of the middle-age woman in front of me, and stepped back, pushing her away from me. I stepped forward, pulling her right across her body to roll her into a “basket”. I unravelled her from the basket, then ducked under her arm, before ducking her under mine…. “loop throughs”.

Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But here's my number
So call me maybe
And all the other boys
Try to chase me
But here's my number
So call me maybe

Move three was coming up…. the “slide break”. I stretched my arms wide, then lifted my right arm to slot in behind her neck, while tucking her right arm behind my neck.We stepped apart, and my arm slid along hers until we ended up facing each other, right hand linked to right hand.

Breathe Danny, you can do this.

Move four… the “Ceroc spin”. I pulled forward on her arm, stepping towards her. I flattened my palm, and her hand formed a fist in mind and her half-spin abruptly stopped. I pushed back with my palm, and she spun in a full circle.

I caught her arm again as she turned around towards me again, did a quick “return” spin in the opposite direction and grabbed her left hand with mine. We were back at the start of the routine again.

“Booyaa!”. I did an vigorous fist-pump.

Karen giggled (I’d discovered her name on our last partner change). Next to me Phil laughed out loud.

“Not so hard now, is it?”

“That felt AWESOME!” I was practically hopping in the air with barely contained energy.

For the past hour I’d been stepping forward when I should be stepping back, spinning left when I should be spinning right, forgetting the moves completely or tripping over my own two feet. But FINALLY something had clicked and I’d been able to execute the whole four move routine perfectly from the start to finish.

“You think your friends would want to come?”

I looked around the small school hall at the varied mix of college students, middle-aged parents, spry senior citizens and even the odd teenager or two.

“They might. Amber would love it, and if Amber comes Justin would come. Derek would tag along just because he goes along with everything and Gareth would come because he wouldn’t want to be left out.”

We walked over to the side of the hall and sat on one of the benches. Phil had actual real honest-to-go dancing shoes he was taking off and swapping for sneakers.

“And remind me again what we’re doing tomorrow night?”

“Dungeons and dragons. Yeah I know it sounds terribly geeky, and it kind of is, but it’s also a lot of fun. Even Amber got into, which surprised the hell out of all of us.”

Phil goggled. “Amber? Really?”

“She was kind of uncertain at first until she got her first killing blow. I think we unleashed a monster. She’s a totally badass mage.”


“We don’t call her ‘one shot kill’ for nothing. She even makes us roleplay our characters now.”

“So what do YOU play?”

“Well Justin’s a knight. Obviously. And Derek decided to play a Ranger and call him ‘Walker’.”
“As in Walker, Texas--?”

“Exactly. Since someone in the party has to provide the heals, I’m the dwarven cleric.”

“You’re the Durkon!” Phil said, name-checking “The Order of the Stick”.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Not afraid of trees though!”

“It fits you though. You’re always the guy making sure everyone else is happy.”

I had to look away to hide my blushing. I think that might have been just about the nicest compliment anyone had ever given me, and Phil didn’t even realise it.

Phil’s parents walked over to us, having finished teaching the class. Phil’s mother was poised, elegant and glamorous, like a dancer who had just stepped down from a chorus line. His dad was short, round, bald and bubbly, yet also deceptively nimble on his feet.

“You two ready to go?”

“All set!” Phil announced.

We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

I’d guess you call this our first official date. Phil had invited me over to have dinner with his parents, then we’d all gone along to the Ceroc class his parents taught. I’d been nervous as hell about his meeting his parents, but somehow everything had worked out better than I could have hoped.

“So just remind me again. They know you’re gay, right?”

“Yeah, I’m out to my parents but not to anyone else. Or at least I wasn’t until last week!” There was the Phil giggle I was getting to know so well.

“And they know I’m gay.”


“And that we’re sorta maybe perhaps hopefully boyfriends?”

“Yes, they know that perhaps maybe possibly potentially we could be.” He tousled my hair.

We’d been hanging out together all week at school… sometimes with our friends, sometimes just with each other. There had been moments when everything had felt… normal? And moments where we just stared at each other when we thought the other wasn’t looking. And those other moments… when our eyes would lock… and the enormity of the concept “hey I’m looking at a boy I really like and holy mother of god he seems to like me to!” would sink in and we’d just break into fits of giggles that defied all our efforts to suppress them.

We’d danced very delicately around the boyfriend word. Like it it was something very fragile, and naming it or talking about it would tip it off the edge of the table to shatter on the floor. It was something we both wanted, but were just too scared to say we wanted.

Thankfully, his parents were champions. His mother asked me questions about the sports I played and my favourite subjects at school, and she was genuinely interested in the answers. His dad just seemed to have a never ending parade of stories about calamities that he, he and Phil’s mother, or the entire family had managed to get themselves in, and then somehow out of again.

“And you know,” Phil said finishing off the last slice of pizza, “why I am NEVER going camping with my parents again.”

The dinner had been great, and the Ceroc class surprisingly fun.

And now… we were back at Phil’s place again.

That was other part of the… date?

Phil had invited me over for a sleepover.

Just the word gave me a tingly feeling. Somehow, when a boy you liked was involved, the term became loaded with so much more meaning. Ever since he told me, I had deliberately not been thinking about what might happen when we were in his bedroom. Alone.

Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can’t stop cause we’re so high
Let’s do this one more time

I ran my finger along the spines of the books on Phil’s bookshelf.

“Boy meets boy. The straight road to Kylie. Will Grayson, Will Grayson. I’m just going to go out and say it… your bookshelf is practically as gay as mine!”

Phil laughed.

“I made my mum buy most of them. Or ordered them from Amazon. Way too embarrassed to be seen buying them myself!”

Phil was lounging on his bed, fiddling with his iPad while I checked out this room.

“But your friends didn’t ask about them? Or you know… the GIANT poster of Tom Daley on the wall?”

Phil went quiet. I turned and his head had dropped into his chest.

“I don’t invite friends over any more.”

I crawled towards him on the bed.

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since I decided I actually was… gay… that it wasn’t just a phase or something… I got scared. I haven’t had a sleepover in three years.”

He was trying to hide his face beneath his hair, but I could see the tear trickling down his face.

“I’d just keep making excuses till I stopped getting invites. That’s kind of how my parents knew something was up.”

I settled myself in beside and hugged him to me hard.

“Even when I found out you were gay, I didn’t have the courage to do anything about it… until I saw you at the dance, walking up to those boy. I don’t know how you did it.”

“Honestly? Neither do I. Probably the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done in my life. I just had to… I dunno.. switch my brain off? Because if I let myself think of what might go wrong for even one second the whole damn plan would fall apart.”

Phil hugged me closer.

“I’m glad you were brave enough for both of us.”
It was strange to see this side of Phil. I’d always thought of him as completely confident and comfortable in his own skin. The idea that he, my hero, might look up to ME for anything was completely mind-blowing to me.

But I had to admit, I kind of liked it.

“So whatcha been looking at?”

“I just got a bunch of pictures and videos from my last diving competition. You want to see?”

“The boy of my dreams, the hottest kid in the entire school, strolling around in nothing but a Speedo? Do you really have to ask?” I poked my tongue out at him, and he playfully punched me on the shoulder.

As he started to swipe through the pictures I realised there might be a potential problem.

“Um… I’m just going to warn you in advance here… I ugh might get a little excited…”

Phil looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face.


I nodded.

“That is AWESOME! You have to tell me which one makes me look hottest.”

He paused at one that showed him perched high on the tower platform, poised to dive. His arms were stretched high above him, seeming to highlight every sinew in his arms, and every ripple in his stomach.

I may have noticed the bulge in his swimmers as well.

I think Phil might have noticed I had stopped breathing. He grinned at me, and very deliberately kissed me on the mouth.

“I wonder just HOW excited it made you?”

He started tracing circles on my chest with his finger, slowly circling lower and lower, until finally his palm rested on the very prominent tent in my jeans. He gave it a squeeze.

“I think very excited indeed!”

I took a deep breath. We were very quickly approaching a very big next step in our relationship.

“Phil, can you give me your iPad for a second? I want to show you something.”

I'm on the edge of glory
and I'm hangin' on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory
and I'm hangin' on a moment with you

I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge,
The edge, the edge, the edge, the edge

I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hangin' on a moment with you
I'm on the edge with you

“I know it was originally a Lady Gaga song, but I like this Ronan Parke version even better. One, cause you know, he’s hot. And two, because I think it really captures the emotion of taking a step into the unknown.” I took a deep breath. “I know about some stuff, and don’t know about other stuff. Some of the stuff I know about seems like it could be fun, and other stuff scares the crap out of me, and I really don’t think I’m ready for that yet, and maybe you aren’t either and it could be a relief to both of us. But, um, I want to step on that edge of glory.” I poked him on the nose. “And I want to do with you Phil Jordan.”

Phil smiled and kissed me again… a long, slow gentle kiss that took all of fears away.

We stretched out alongside each other on the bed, still kissing, over and over. Phil started to run his hands up and down my sides, gently, so gently, and I couldn’t resist doing the same with him.

“Will your parents come in?”

“Lights out is at 11 pm. They’ll knock and come in then, but before that, they’ll leave us on their own.”

“Can I… can I see more of you?” I asked shyly.

Phil smiled and lift his arms in the air. Taking the invitation I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head (taking every opportunity to feel the smooth skin of his sides as I lifted it up). Then Phil took his opportunity to return the favour and take off mine. I cooed at his warm hands rubbing against my skin.

All I could was gaze at his smooth, lightly defined chest and stomach, mesmerized by the beauty in front of me.
He pushed me down on the bed, and resumed tracing circles again on my now bare chest.

I was in heaven, craving more, but tormented by the feather-like intensity of his touch. Lower and lower the circles went. Chest. Stomach. Abdomen.

He reached my belt buckle, and with exaggerated care he undid it, and opened my jeans one agonizing button at a time.

“Lift up.”

I compiled and he peeled off my jeans and threw dramatically across the room.

“Nice undies!”

I didn’t have a whole lot of choice in my drawer, but I’d worn the most colourful, sexiest pair of briefs I could. He rubbed his hand gently across my straining hardness.

He abruptly stood up on the bed and lowered his own jeans, revealing a very fetching pair of bright red Calvin Kleins clinging snugly to his body. Phil’s excitement very definitely mirrored my own.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I pulled Phil down on top me, and pulled his lips to mine, wanting him, needing him, forcing my tongue into his throat then moaning as his tongue pushed back into mine. My hands were roaming, roaming, feeling his tight shoulders, his smooth back, the firm globes of his ass, and his hands were just as busy, feeling, touching, stroking, rubbing.

I rolled over and now I was the one pushing down on him, rubbing my hardness against his. I sat up, pulled his Calvins down, finally exposing the object of my lust.

Perfect. So perfect. Cut… maybe four inches, perhaps five… no longer a little boy’s tool, but not yet fully grown.

I dived in, my mouth engulfing his length. So much better than I had ever imagined.

In my enthusiasm I leaned down a little too far and suddenly I was gagging, his tool poking uncomfortable parts of my throat.

“Whoa, careful there!” Phil warned.

I took a moment, panting, before collecting myself, and diving in again.

I’d watched my share of porn (what teenager boy hasn’t?), but that doesn’t really prepare you for knowing what works and what doesn’t. I was on exploring mission.

I stayed on just the top this time, but experimented with different ways of using my tongue. Phil squirmed beneath me. I guess he really liked that.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

And then Phil’s penis was alive in my mouth, twitching, while his body bucked beneath me, and I tasted him, I tasted his seed on my tongue.

Not a lot of mind you, and frankly the taste was kind of weird. But there was the triumph of knowing that I had just made Phil feel really, really good.

Phil lay back trying to catch his breath.

“That. Was. AMAZING”. He took a deep breath. “And now it’s your turn.”

They’ve got all the right friends in all the right places
(So yeah we’re going down)
All the right moves in all the right faces
(So yeah we’re going down)

Phil had been right. It had been amazing.

We’d pulled our pyjamas on and after that, and got into our beds before his parents appeared… him in his bed, and me in a roll-out on the floor.

That only lasted until his parents had poked their heads in to say good night. Phil had whispered “do you wanna sleep here?”, and I hadn’t needed a second invitation.

So that’s where I am now. Snuggled up in bed with a boy to die for, his arms wrapped around my chest, warm breath on my neck, sinking... blissfully... into... sleep….

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