Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
This story contains graphic scenes of guys fucking each other. Get over it. This my second story. Not quite so nice as the first one. Enjoy.
"Just Playin'"
The first time John saw Danny, he had to have him. The kid was standing at the bar, oh-so-tight faded jeans outlining his tight, tender ass, black sneakers, and a white cotton shirt, precisely the same brightness as his dazzling smile. John was not what anyone would call shy. He swaggered up to the bar, near enough to the kid to rest his massive chest against Danny's shoulder. Danny looked up and John threw his killer smile at him. Danny saw his teeth flash from below his expertly trimmed mustache and those dancing brown eyes, winking down at him. "Hey, there," John said, his southern drawl evident.
"Hi," Danny said, looking the stranger over. John was dressed in dark jeans, a tight, black t-shirt, and black boots. He wore a baseball cap pulled down to his eyebrows.
"You're a sexy little guy, ain't ya?" John just looked directly into the kid's green eyes, winking. "I'm John," he said.
"Danny," the kid answered, smiling awkwardly.
"Well, Danny," John replied, "How'd you like to get out of here with me, and give me a shot at that hot little butt o' yours?"
Danny never had been a sucker for crass come-ons of the sort, and he was actually turned off by the tall stranger's entire manner. Still, he had to admit, if only to himself, the guy was hot. However, "I'm sorry--" he started before a third voice broke in.
"John, Dan, you've met!" It was Alan.
"Actually, we haven't," Danny offered, to try to break the palpable tension hanging between him and John.
"Well, then, John, this is Dan. Dan, this is my best friend, John."
"Howdy, Dan," John said, as if they hadn't spoken a word before.
"Dan, here, is the guy I've been telling you about," Alan continued, looking at his new lover with adoring eyes.
"Pleased to meet you, John, was it?" Danny said, and John knew everything was O.K. between them.
"So," John said, still feeling confused by the recent events, and trying not to look at the kid's crotch.
There was a strange silence. "Nick!" Alan called toward a corner at the far side of the room. "Be right back, baby," he said to Danny, and was gone.
"Look," John began.
"Hey, no harm done," Danny said. "There was know way for us, I mean for you to know..."
"Allright, then, friends?"
"Friends."
John winked at Danny, slapped his ass, gave it a hard squeeze, and disappeared into the smoky Dance floor.
John and Alan worked at the same construction company, and had been friends for years. Both had been single and prowling through the bars of Chicago for years. Frequently, they had competed for the attentions of the same young man. More often than not, John had left with the trick. Alan was very smooth, in style and body, but John's straightforward manner and southern charm seemed to get more ass than Alan's sweet and sincere way with men.
On more than one night, after a long night of cruising, the two would go home together and wear each other out, sexually. They both preferred to top, but neither was a stranger to a good, stiff dick up their butt. They had sucked and pumped each other more times than either could count, and had always remained more friends than lovers. Maybe that was the reason nailing Danny seemed so reasonable to John.
Weeks after meeting that night at the bar, when Alan and Danny (Dan, as Alan called him) had moved in together, John was still fantasizing about what he wanted to do with and to Danny. He couldn't bring himself to call that golden young man "Dan". His energy, his lithe, muscular body, his youth, all screamed "Danny" to John. It didn't help to curb his appetite for the kid when Alan told him the kid was an anal virgin. He absolutely had to have that ass. There was nothing sweeter in life to John that virgin boy-puss. The thought about Danny all day and all night. He frequently called out the kid's name while pounding his cock in the shower, dreaming of the hidden treasures between the boy's supple, while buns.
John had attended several parties at the couple's home. He always found a reason to be alone with Danny. Danny would politely turn down his offers, but both men knew the idea of being together was more than appealing. Once, John had even begun rubbinnyg Danny's ass through his chinos while the two stood next to each other in a crowd that included Alan. Danny would stand perfectly still while John's rough, callused hand massaged his ass, squeezing and fondling the cheek and crack of his butt. The only overt sign of their actions was the repeated winks John would throw at Danny. Then, as the crowd dispersed, they would walk away from each other, never mentiould go. He loved Alan, but John was so overtly sexual that Danny was captivated by his attentions. By this time, Danny knew about Alan's experiences with John. Alan had dismissed it all, saying they were just "playing."
Soon, John had formulated a plan and decided to make his move. They were working on a job downtown that took up a great deal more of Alan's time than John's. Danny was a student and had classes all morning, working in the college bookstore in the evenings. Between the two, he came home, worked out, and took a long shower. John knew all of this through Alan, who had complained of the condition the bathroom was often in when he arrived home. John faked a back injury at the construction site and went "home" early. He said good-bye to Alan, who was helping into his truck. In his mind, he added, "I'm going to go over to your house now, and fuck Danny's ass."
When John arrived, Danny had just gotten in to the shower. John let himself in with the key he still had from the time he'd been Alan's roommate. He went into the Bathroom and removed his shirt and boots. He ran his hands through his thick black chest hair and tweaked his nipples, anticipating what was about to come to him. Soon, the water was shut off and Danny's slender hand emerged from the shower curtain, reaching for his towel. John reached and pulled the towel off the rod, out of Danny's easy reach. The shower curtain opened and Danny's face appeared. His eyes grew wide. "Very funny," he said. Then: "What are you doing here? Is Alan O.K.?"
"He's fine," John said, smiling with a wink. "I just thought I'd come over and see you. He began to unbuckle his pants.
"John..."
"Relax," John said, laughing. "What do you think I'm goin' to do? Rape you? I just need your shower."
"What's wrong with your shower?"
"What difference does it make?" John asked, unbuttoning his pants.
"Can I have my towel please?" Danny asked.
"Sure," John said, tossing it to him. He pulled off his pants while Danny dried his hair, revealing his rock-hard cock, standing out from a thick bush of black hairs. He stepped into the shower, where Danny was drying.
"What are you doing?"
"I need you to show me you the shower works, is all," came John's reply. He smiled at Danny and stroked his hip with his rough fingers.
"You just pullout the knob, and adjust the temperature," Danny said before realizing the pathetic double-meaning he hadn't intended.
They both smiled a knowing smile and John sank to his knees. "Like this?" He took all of Danny's still dick into his mouth and began sucking the tender morsel. With one hand firmly grasped onto Danny's ass, pulling it toward him, he reached with the other for the water-control knob and turned on the warm spray of water. With the warm spray cascading over both of them, John pulled Danny's cock out of his mouth and began sucking his sweet, lightly-haired balls.
"John, we shouldn't," Danny began.
"Oh, I know," John answered with mock-seriousness, and continued his attentions.
"John," Danny said sharply.
"We're just playin', man, calm down," came the answer and John again swallowed Danny's cock.
As Danny began running his fingers through John's thick, black hair, John knew it was time to kick into part 2 of his plan. As his hair and body were rinsed of dust by the cooling streams of water, John pulled Danny's dick out of his mouth again, and stood. He shut off the water by reaching around Danny's body with both hands, bringing their dicks into contact with each other. John brought his lips down to Danny's and kissed him, hard. He slid his tongue into the kid's mouth and explored him all over as their bodies dripped cool, clear water.
John broke from Danny, grabbing his hand, and said, "Come on." He dried them quickly and carried Danny, caveman style, over one shoulder, to what was now the apartment's guest room, the room where John had lived previously. He laid Danny out on the bed and went down on him again. Pausing for a second, he swung his body up on the bed, his cock pointed at Danny's face and said, "Y'know, it wouldn't hurt ya to return the favor." This was the moment to truth. John knew that if he could get his dick into the kid's mouth, he could get him to do anything.
John went back to sucking, always careful of taking the kid too far. He knew once the kid came, he'd "come to his senses" and want to stop. Soon, he felt the head of his rock-hard cock encircled by hot, sweet lips and began to slowly fuck the kid's mouth. "Ooh, yeah, kid, that's right," he whispered, slowly rolling over onto his back, positioning Danny's head over his groin. The kid sped up his activities, slowly, proving to be an expert cock-sucker. He needed no encouragement from John, he was on the job. The kid sucked like he was suffocating and John's balls were oxygen tanks.
John began to spend more time tracing the outline of Danny's asshole and less on sucking the kid's dick. John's thumb had found a steady rhythm in the crevice where his sweet secret rested. It rubbed, lightly, coaxing the inevitable response from the opening. Finally, unable to wait any longer, John snaked his tongue out and gave Danny's hole a long, slow lick.
Danny's head popped up from John's staff. "Hey, what was that?"
"Just relax, darlin'. I'm just playin'. Man you got a nice ass," John said. He continued his long, show licks of the kid's crack, occasionally nudging the pink opening with his tongue, and Danny eventually returned to the terrific sucking he was giving John's meat.
When John felt his cock was ready to fuck, he said, "I gotta have some of this, baby."
"Wait a minute," Danny said, climbing off of John, "I'm not doin' that,"
"Just relax," John lied, "I'm not talkin about fucking you, just playin' in that hot crack." All the while, John positioned Danny on his hands and knees on the bed. He placed the head of his hot, red dick at the crack of Danny's ass and make jabbing motions at the kid's hole. "Feel me knockin', kid?" Danny squirmed, and John could tell he was into it. "I'm knockin' at yer door, baby. You gonna let me in?"
"We shouldn't," came Danny's breathless reply.
"Maybe not," John whispered, "But we're just playin'. Nothin' wrong with playin', is there?"
After a long silence, John began rubbing the head of his stiff prick up and down the pale, white crack. "I guess not."
"Just let me slip the head in."
"No.....we shouldn't do that..."
"C'mon, man, just the head," John whispered into Danny's ear, placing one hand firmly on the kid's shoulder and the other at his waist. "Just the head. You can take the head, I bet. Wanna bet, baby?" He gave a long, determined push. The kid's ass gave, and the large purple head popped in.
"Unh!"
Jesus Christ! John thought. That is a tight, hot, little ass. Phase 3 complete.
"Yeah, man. That's it. That's all there is to that. That wasn't bad, was it?"
"Uhhh.....Uhh, no, ......I guess."
"Yeah, that was pretty good, wasn't it?"
"Uhhn....yeah....I guess so." Came the slightly stronger response. What had been painful was now...well, interesting. A part of him wished that Alan had used this approach. He'd been wanting Alan in him for a long time, but each attempt had failed because the kid could not relax enough to let Alan's full 12" in.
John rubbed the kid's hair, messing it. "Yeah, man. You know what? I bet you could take more."
"Oh, no, I don't think--"
"Betcha can. Oh, yeah, I bet you can take a little more of this."
John held Danny in place and eased an inch of his hard rod into the kid. Danny gave a long, low moan of pleasure and pain at the strangely exciting violation.
After that, each subsequent inch was easier and easier until the entire 10" length was hugged by Danny's tight, virgin flesh.
"Yeah," John said, breathing heavily, "I knew you could take it."
"O.K." Danny said, "Now take it out."
"O.K., O.K., just relax man." John said as he pulled, slowly, out of that spectacular ass.
Danny rolled over onto his back, breathing harder that John. Perfect, thought John. He began to kiss the kid, hard and deep. "I still gotta get you off, boy."
"How?" Danny was dizzy with all that had happened. It had seemed so wrong at first, but now, he wasn't sure if it had all been wrong or harmless.
"Like this," John said, parting Danny's legs and placing one ankle on each of his own hips. He positioned his cock at Danny's tender opening and plunged in.
"What are you doing?" Danny exclaimed, surprised.
"I'm fuckin' you, man," John answered, beginning to pump Danny's ass, slowly. "That's what I came for. I got you, now. I finally got this ass. I always said I would, and now its mine." He winked at Danny and sped up his thrusting, taking Danny's breath away. "Oooh, yeah. We are fuckin, boy. I got my dick up your tight little ass where no man has been before! Yeah. Had to have this ass. Come on, boy, let's fuck!" John pressed his lips to Danny's newly willing mouth and their tongues locked.
Danny felt himself carried away by John. This huge dick was in him. It was really happening. He was getting fucked. His fear and guilt began to subside. He was never really threatened by this handsome stud pounding his little butt. He'd been attracted to him for weeks. But, he loved Alan. Alan should have been the first.
As John plunged himself faster and harder into Danny, he felt his cock, already hard, begin to throb and pound. He was on the verge.
"Ooh, baby. Y'know, every time I wink at you, now, that wink'll be sayin, 'I had you, boy. My dick was up you ass. and it's gonna be again, soon.' Think about that, man."
The two came together, in huge spurting streams, coating their torsos and the sheets of the unused bed. John collapsed onto Danny, kissing him, telling him how good he was.
"That was some good fuckin', wasn't it, baby?"
"It sure was, John," Danny said, strongly. "But it isn't going to happen again."
"What?" John said.
"You heard me. You don't know it, but you just gave Alan a great gift. You gave him me. I'm ready to totally give myself to him, now."
John just stared at him.
"Go home, John. You're Alan's best friend, so you're welcome here. But this, this is not going to happen again.
John dressed and left as Danny showered again. Never again, huh? Well, we'll see about that.