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Earning Danny Ch. 01

By: EricMorrison



Jake´s Point of View

This was torture. My name is Jake Moss, I was an 18 year old football player and High School Senior, and I was standing in a forest in the middle of the night a few feet away from the party the football team was throwing to celebrate we had won the last game of the season. The party was epic, it was around a bonfire, there was music and alcohol everywhere, people dancing or just sitting around the fire chatting away, but where was I? I was off to the side amongst the dark trees, while Daniel Morrison, my Danny, best friend and secret crush, was in my arms, crying his eyes out.

I had dreamed of having him in my arms hundreds of times, but always in a more private place and no clothing, but instead, here I was, holding him, my heart breaking along with his.

Danny had arrived at the party with a mutual friend of ours, but once there he immediately went to see one of my teammates, Steven. They were dating in secret, since Steven was still in the closet, but apparently Steven chose that very night to end things, 'cause the next thing I knew, Danny was running off by himself into the woods, crying.

I never understood why Danny was going out with Steven in the first place. You see, Danny had been openly gay since the day I met him in High School, but he wasn't your typical gay guy. He was average height (5ft 9in), but nothing else about him was average. He had always been athletic. He was on the cross-country team, which awarded him gorgeous muscular legs, and he was also in the swim team, so he kept them beautifully smooth. What he also got from running was his bubble butt. That thing was so big and round all I wanted to do was smack it, or eat it, I wasn´t sure. Probably both.

His torso was just as magnificent. Since he was a swimmer, and a good one at that, I got to see him in tight skimpy Speedos during his matches, and that's how I knew he had a defined sick pack and well developed, thought not huge, pectorals, broad shoulders and well toned arms. Most importantly, he had the tiniest waist, which only accentuated his butt's size and roundness, and looking at him walking around half naked, the bathing suit barely covering his mounds of gold and what looked to be an impressive pouch in the front, I was all of two seconds from jizzing my pants.

It wasn't just his body, though. Danny's face seemed to have been made from a sculpture. He had a thin face, with a delicate jaw, full pink lips that looked ready to be kissed, a straight nose that people pay to have done, and those huge beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in. The whole look was completed by his tousled wavy light brown hair that he was constantly brushing off his brow.

Danny was truly perfection impersonated physically and the funniest, most charismatic guy you could ever meet, so I was completely baffled when I followed him into the woods and he told me Steven had broken up with him. What man on his right mind would give up the right to be Danny Morrison's boyfriend? It made no fucking sense. Especially for the fact that he´d hidden their relationship the whole time. I personally would do anything to get him to notice me. I'd had a crush on him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I thought he'd be interested, since I'd never had any trouble getting people to notice me, not being bad on the eyes myself, but for some reason, Danny had never seemed to be interested. At first I thought it was because I was supposedly straight, but even when I came out o him, for him, he still treated me like just a friend.

So I just stood there, four years into my crush, playing the role of comforting best friend, while all I wanted was to breathe in his scent and kiss him until I passed out.

*

Danny's Point of View

"It´s okay," Jake said as he rubbed my back with one hand and cradled the back of my head with the other. "It´s okay, Danny," he said. "I´m here."

It was strange, but him saying that did help calm me down a whole lot, and I stopped crying, but didn´t let go of him.

"He´s an idiot," Jake said. "He doesn´t deserve you Danny. And you don´t need someone like that. You need someone who can appreciate how wonderful you are. Someone who will never take you for granted. Someone who will tell you every day just how amazing and beautiful you are. You need someone like me."

I pulled back from his embrace and I stood there, staring at him with wide eyes, leaning against a tree, both of us away from the party by the bonfire.

I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything to say. What did he mean by that?

"What are you saying, Jake?" I managed to croak out.

"I like you Danny," he whispered. "I´ve liked you for a long time, and I can´t just sit back and watch you get hurt anymore. You don't deserve that."

He made a pause and took both my hands in his, looking straight into my eyes.

"Danny, I promise you, if you give me a chance, I will never hurt you. I will never take you for granted, and I will never hide you from anyone. I would be proud to let everyone know that Danny Morrison is my boyfriend, and I would be a good boyfriend to you. I know I can make you happy Danny. I just need you to give me a chance."

My mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to imagine being with Jake. Could I honestly be his boyfriend? Everyone knew he was gay now, so I could hold his hand in public. Could I kiss him? Do more? I had never thought of him that way, so I was having a hard time imagining it. Still, being with him I always felt safe, comfortable and confident. When he smiled at me with that beautiful smile of his, he made me feel strange things, good things, so, standing there, looking into his pleading eyes, I asked myself if I could be his boyfriend. The answer? Abso-fucking-lutely.

"Yes," I said, after what seemed like a long time, but was probably just a few seconds.

"Yeah?" He asked, hope and hesitation written all over his face.

"Yes," I repeated. "I will give you a chance. I will be your boyfriend."

His smile was so big and his teeth so perfect and white they almost blinded me.

We stood there for a few seconds, both smiling, still holding hands, and I wondered why on earth I'd never noticed just how hot Jake was. His smile had always made me feel butterflies in my stomach, even though I wouldn't admit it to myself, but now, I realized the effect it was having below my belt.

Jake must have seen the way I was looking at him, not one bit hiding my lust for him anymore, and his smile faded, turning into a lustful look of his own.

He bit his lip, and my dick went from half mast to full hard-on in half a second.

"Can I kiss you?" Jake asked in a sexy whisper.

I bit my lip and nodded slowly.

He leaned into me until our lips were a fraction of an inch from each other, and he breathed on my lips. His breath was hot, and it made my entire body shiver.

"I've been thinking about this moment for so long," he said, and then my world exploded.

I'd thought having him touch me would be at least a little weird, since I'd always thought about him as just a friend, but when our lips met, goose bumps spread all over me, and my dick twitched. I let out an involuntary moan, it felt so good, and it seemed to excite Jake even further, 'cause he pressed me against the tree, hands tightly gripping my waist, and parted his lips.

I mimicked his actions, and when our tongues met, I could swear I saw stars. I was moaning wantonly by this point, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

*

Jake's Point of View

Holy. Shit.

I was kissing Danny. Danny fucking Morrison, the hottest boy in the whole fucking planet and the biggest sexual fantasy I had ever had.

It was a dream come true. I had him pinned against the tree, kissing his beautiful mouth, holding him by the waist, feeling only hard muscles and warm skin. He had his arms around my neck, and he seemed to be trying to swallow my tongue. I was happy to comply.

I could have done that all day, but I had fantasized about touching Danny for so long I needed more. He was going along with me, so I decided to take a risk and slid my hands from his waist to his back.

He kept moaning into my mouth, not seeming to have noticed my hands, so I slid them lower and rested them where his back ended and the swell of his beautiful ass started. He didn´t stop me, so I decided to go for it and put my hands open palmed on his ass. Danny moaned even loader, so I got more brave, grabbing and squeezing his voluptuous butt.

I was so high on Denny I didn't hear the footsteps coming towards us, and I was completely taken aback when my new boyfriend pulled back from our kiss.

"Oh. My. God!" I heard from behind me and turned, still holding Denny, but with my hands on his back now.

"Rachel!" shrieked Denny. "What are you doing here?" I was very pleased that even in his shock he hadn't pulled away from me. He still had his arms around my neck.

"I came to check up on you," she said with a huge grin on her face. "Aaron told me you ran off a few minutes ago and you were crying, but I guess you're better now?" She kept looking from Danny to me and back to Danny.

"Yeah," he said, and I saw him blush a little bit. He's so cute.

"What's going on here?" Rachel asked. "Are you guys...?"

"Yeah," Danny said and turned to me. He was looking up at me with those huge beautiful eyes of his. "Jake's my boyfriend now," he answered his best friend, but still looking at me.

"Well... do you guys need some privacy, or can I talk to you about what happened?" Rachel asked Danny.

He looked back at me, asking with his eyes. "Go," I told him. "Talk to her, and I'll wait for you back at the party, okay?" Danny smiled and nodded. I gave him one more quick kiss and pushed him towards Rachel.

They walked further into the trees, and I waited until I couldn't see my boyfriend's sexy ass before I walked back to the bonfire.

*

Danny's Point of View

I had just told my best friend Rachel about Steven, my closeted boyfriend of two months, breaking up with me, and Jake going after me and consoling me.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this!" Rachel squealed. "Are you serious?"

She had quickly dragged me off to a dark spot where no one could see us, and we were sitting on a log.

"Yeah," I answered with a smile. "He asked, and I said yes."

"Just like that?" she asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." She just looked at me with wide eyes. "What?" I challenged.

"Danny, are you sure about this?" she asked concernedly. "I mean, you'd never even told me you liked him before, and now all of a sudden you guys are dating?"

"Are you saying I'm using him as a rebound?" I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders, but that was obviously what she meant.

"It´s not like that, Rach. Honestly." I took a deep breath. "I think I've always liked him." I made a pause. "Do you remember when we met him on the first day of school and I told you how hot I thought he was?"

Rachel and I had been friends since her parents moved into the house right next to mine when we were seven, but we'd only met Jake the first day of High School. My first impression of him? Yummy. He was every fantasy of mine come true: tall (6ft), muscular with broad shoulders and thick legs with sculpted calves, beautiful square jaw and high cheek bones, deep green eyes, with hair dark as coal, and a slight stubble that made him all the hotter. 

By then I was already openly gay, and Jake was not, so I was surprised when he wanted to be my friend. I know I'm not a bad looking guy, I'm friendly, athletic and outspoken, so I shouldn't be surprised that this guy wanted to be friends with me, but I thought since he was straight my being gay would bother him. Jake said he didn't care, and we became good friends, but ever since our first meeting, in which I was probably drooling over his hotness, I managed to contain myself, and I never thought about him that way again. Not even when he did come out a year later.

Everyone in school thought since we were such good friends and both openly gay now that we'd start dating, even Rachel, but Jake never made a move, so nothing ever happened, until tonight.

"Yeah, I remember," Rachel said, bringing me back to our conversation. "But you never did anything about it."

"I thought he was straight," I defended myself.

"Yeah, but then he came out, and you still didn't do anything."

"Well, yeah... but by then we were good friends, and I didn't get a vibe from him that he was interested."

"Danny, I swear you are so stupid sometimes!" she said, rolling her eyes. "Don't you think it's a little weird that he came out to you of all people? Him and I are just as good friends, and he never said anything, not to me, his other friends, his parents... no one. He came out to you. He was probably trying to get a reaction from you."

"Maybe, but later that same week he told everyone else."

"Well, yeah, but he would have done that at some point anyway. Besides, you must be blind if you don´t notice the way he looks at you."

"What do you mean?"

"He´s in love with you, Danny! Everyone knows that, except for you. Why do you think he doesn't have a boyfriend? He came out over a year ago, and guys come on to him all the time, but he doesn't care, he only wants you."

I was shocked, and Rachel's words kept running in circles in my head. He's in love with you.

"The most important thing here is, do you want him?" I was too shocked to answer. "'Cause he's my friend too," Rachel went on, "and I can't just let you use him like that. It'd destroy him, Danny."

"I'm not using him," I assured her, finally settling how I felt about Jake's feelings towards me: perfectly fine with it. "I really do like him. When he kissed me..." I closed my eyes. "It was amazing, Rach. I don't know about the love part, but I know I really, really do like him."

"Then I'm really happy for you guys," she said.

We hugged and went back to the fire.

When Jake saw us coming towards him, he excused himself from his friends and came over to me.

"Hey," he said, his eyes and smile bright and sexy. "Are you ready to go home?" He took my hand.

"Yeah," I said, blushing. I'd come with Rachel, but apparently I'd be leaving with him. I turned towards her, but she just smiled and nodded.

"Goodnight," Jake said to her and started walking away. I waved to her and followed.

Once we got to his car, I was about to open the door, but Jake stopped me.

"Let me," he said and opened the door for me. I blushed, a little put off that he was treating me like a girl, but surprisingly, it didn´t bother me.

He closed the door and went over to his side of the car. He got in, and instead of putting both his hands on the wheel, he used his right hand to hold mine, and drove all the way to my house with his left.

We were silent the whole way, but it wasn't uncomfortable, since we were listening to the radio, and Jake kept looking back at me every now and then and smiled.

Once we got to my house, he parked and cut the engine, but before getting out he squeezed my hand and told me to stay there.

He walked to my side and opened the door for me. I blushed again, but he just smiled, and we walked hand in hand up the driveway to my front door.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked as I was digging for my key in my pocket.

"Yeah," I said as I was unlocking the door. I opened it, and when I turned back to see him, Jake was smiling his sexy smile and just standing there, looking at me. "You look happy."

"I am," he said, and got really, really close to me. "I finally got you Danny. You're all I've wanted for three years."

Before I could say anything, he had his hand on the back of my head, and we were making out against the frame of my open front door.

"I'll never get tired of this," Jake said, breathing ragged. He kissed me one more time and pulled back. "Good night, Danny," he said and walked back to his car.

Once he got in, he started the engine, blew me a kiss, and drove off.

He's in love with you. Rachel's words still haunted me. "Yeah," I whispered to myself, "I can get there."

Earning Danny Ch. 02



The next morning I woke up with a start. It was a Saturday, and my mom was in my room to wake me up.

"Danny," she said while lightly nudging me in the arm. "Wake up, you have company."

"Who is it?" I asked as I sat up.

"It's Rachel. Should I tell her to come up?" she asked.

Most parents wouldn't be comfortable letting their son have a girl in his room, especially after just waking up, still in his underwear, but my parents were cool that way. They knew I was gay, I'd come out to them when I was 13, and they'd guessed I was even before that, so it was no shock to them when I came out, and since they'd already had time to get used to the idea, when I told them they treated it as a normal thing, and I couldn't be happier.

Besides, Rachel lived next door and had been my best friend since we were both seven years old, so they were used to her being around.

"Yeah," I said, responding to her question. "Send her up, I'll get dressed real quick."

"Okay, sweetie," my mom said and kissed my forehead before standing up.

Right after she left, I got out of bed and put on some shorts and a loose shirt I sometimes wore to bed.

"Hey Danny," I heard Rachel say as she opened the door. "Good morning."

Rachel was standing there in a short pink flowy dress and sandals, and she was a thing of beauty. She was 5'6"; she had nice and long blonde hair that curled towards the bottom, bright hazel eyes and a killer body. If I hadn't been gay I'd be all over her.

"Good morning," I said as I sat back down on the bed.

She crossed my room and sat down beside me.

"So..." she said, raising her eyebrows.

"So...?" I repeated.

"You wanna tell me what happened last night?" she clarified.

"I already told you."

"You told me what happened in the woods, not what happened when he brought you home."

I couldn't help it, I smiled, a faraway look in my eyes.

"Oh my god," Rachel giggled, clapping her hands together. "This is so exciting. What happened?"

"Well, he brought me home, and when we got to the door... he kissed me again, and it was... I don´t even know how to describe it, Rach, he´s such an amazing kisser. I thought it would be weird at first, but it wasn´t. It just... felt right, you know?"

Rachel smiled and nodded.

"You know," she said after a minute. "I talked to Jake earlier. He called me this morning and told me about last night, and he was so happy. Honestly Danny, you have no idea how much he likes you. You made him really, really happy."

I smiled, knowing that I could make Jake feel so good, but then I frowned.

"Wait a minute," I said. "You just said he really likes me, but last night... you said he..."

"Loved you?" I nodded. "Well, he never said it. I just assumed, but if he didn't before, I'm pretty sure he does now."

I frowned again and put my head down.

"Danny," Rachel said and I looked up. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said that, it wasn't my place, but I do know that he's really into you. You yourself saw that last night."

"Yeah, I guess." I looked away. "It's just that... I got my hopes up, you know?"

She didn't respond, but she put her hand in mine, and it made me feel better.

"Danny!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. "Breakfast's almost ready. Is Rachel eating with us?"

I looked to her for an answer, and she nodded. "Yeah!" I yelled back.

"Ok, I'll set another plate!"

"Mom's still asleep." Rachel reasoned. "My parents' anniversary was last night and they were out pretty late, so she won't be making breakfast anytime soon."

"So what?" I asked. "You're 18, you're a grown woman, you can make your own breakfast."

"Nah," she casually said as she arose from the bed and made her way to the door. "I'm too lazy, and I like your mom's cooking."

"Alright," I said as I got up too. "I'm gonna get a quick shower while she finishes making breakfast. Make sure you guys don't eat everything before I get there."

"Sure thing sweetie," she said and walked out of my room.

*

"I finally got you, Danny. You're all I've wanted for three years."

That's what Jake said last night, right before he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.

I'd only kissed one more person, Steven, but that was nothing compared to Jake's kiss. His had been passionate, but kind and sweet at the same time, and had made me hard as a rock, and that's what I was thinking as I stood there in the shower, water pouring down on me, with my dick in my hand.

I wasn't necessarily big, only 7 inches, but with my rather small build, it looked kind of big, especially when it was as hard as it was now, and it was kind of thick, so I was very pleased with myself as I was stroking away, thinking of Jake and his hot hard body rubbing against me, feeling his bulge through his jeans.

I was happily pounding away, stomach muscles clenching, about to shoot, when all of a sudden there was a knock on my door.

"Honey," my mom said, "breakfast's getting cold."

Just perfect.

After that, there was no way I was gonna get to finish, so I just let go of my very unsatisfied penis and sighed. "I'll be right there," I said, and turned off the shower. 

After drying myself with a towel, I wrapped it around my waist and got out of my bathroom, which was attached to my room.

I went straight for my closet and pulled out a simple shirt, boxer briefs from my dresser, and shorts.

After I got dressed, I grabbed my phone, put it in my pocket and went down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning," I told everyone.

"Good morning son," my dad said as he looked up from the newspaper he was reading.

I smiled and sat down on our small breakfast table. It was for four people, and we were a family of three, just me and my parents, but with Rachel here most mornings, it felt like we were a family of four.

"Here's your breakfast sweetie," my mom said as she put my plate in front of me. It was scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and pancakes. Just from the smell I knew it'd be good. My mom's a great cook.

They had all already eaten, but they'd saved me breakfast, and my parents sat there chatting away, keeping me company while I ate.

Rachel was there too, sitting next to me, and she kept staring at me, like she was hurrying me to finish.

"What?" I said through a mouthful of eggs.

"I don't know," she said with a smile. "It's just weird to know that you have a boyfriend now."

My eyes went wide as saucers, and I quickly turned to look at my parents. They were still talking quietly, and didn't seem to have heard what she said.

I gobbled down the rest of my breakfast and got up from the table. "Thanks mom," I said. "It was really good."

"I'm glad you liked it, honey," she said with her kind smile and went back to talking with my dad.

"Come with me," I whispered to Rachel as I dragged her by the arm to the living room.

When we sat down on the couch, she looked worried. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I haven't told my parents Jake and I are dating," I said.

"What? Why?"

"Because they know he's been my best friend since --"

"Excuse me?" Rachel interrupted. "Your best friend?" She looked genuinely offended.

"Rach, don't be ridiculous," I said. "Of course you are my best friend, but I don't even think about it like that anymore, you're like my sister, the one I tell everything to. After that, Jake is my best friend."

"Alright," she said, pleased by my answer, but trying not to show it. "Go on."

"Well, like I said, they know we've been friends for so long, and they know he's gay, my mom's been asking me practically since the day I told her he came out if we were gonna date. For some reason she's always thought we're gonna end up together, and --"

"We all have," she interrupted again, but I ignored it.

"I don't wanna get her hopes up, sort of speak, until I'm sure about this."

"Hold on a second," she said. "You're saying you're not sure about this? Last night you said the opposite."

I sighed. "I said I really liked him, and I said he's a good kisser --"

"Amazing kisser," she chimed in.

"But there's more to a relationship than that. At least to me."

"You're right," she said. "But you guys know each other so well, and he's ho head over heels for you that I'm sure it'll work out."

"You think so?" I asked.

"I do," she said, putting her hand over mine.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw I had a new text message.

"Who is it?" asked Rachel.

"It's Jake," I said as I opened it and started reading.

HEY DANNY, it said, JUST REMINDING YOU ABOUT OUR DATE TODAY. BE READY AT 6, IM TAKING YOU OUT. XOXO

When I finished reading, I was smiling and blushing furiously. Though I knew he was my boyfriend now, for some strange reason, him saying he was taking me out on a date was so weird and exiting at the same time.

"What?" Rachel asked impatiently when she saw my reaction. "What is it?"

When I didn't respond and just started laughing, she took my phone from my hand and read the text herself.

"Oh my god," she said when she finished and handed me my phone back. "He's so sweet."

"I know," I said with a smile.

*

A few hours later, I was in my room, looking at myself in the mirror. Rachel had helped me pick out an outfit for my first date with Jake, and it had been a struggle to do so.

I just wanted to go for casual, since I rarely dressed up, and it was Jake I was going out with, my best -- sorry, second best friend, who I saw every single day, but Rachel finally convinced me to kind of dress up when she pointed out that it wasn't my friend we were talking about anymore, it was my boyfriend.

It was weird thinking about it that way, but it did make me want to look good for him, so after a lot of wardrobe changes, I was standing in front of my mirror in black skinny jeans that were more than a little tight in the butt, a light blue v-neck long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue and gray Nike kicks.

I had refused the shirt at first, but Rachel insisted it went perfectly with the color of my eyes, so I went for it. Besides, it was the middle of October, so it would probably be chilly later in the night.

I was feeling pretty confident with the way I looked, except for the stupid hairdo Rachel did for me. She had brushed it backwards and parted it to one side. Still, even though I hated it, I knew better than to go against Rachel's command. She was a total sweetheart, but she could be mean when she wanted to.

"You look fantastic," she exclaimed as she took a step backwards to appreciate her work.

"Really?" I asked. "You don't think the hair's stupid?"

"Oh honey," she said with a laugh. "With your butt on display like that, he won't be looking at your hair!"

I know I blushed after that comment.

"Stop it!" I reprimanded her, and she did her best to stop laughing. "You really think he... you know... looks at me like that?"

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Of course he does. He's 18, for god's sakes, and most importantly," she said while she leaned really close to me, like she was gonna tell me a big secret. "He's a man."

I couldn't help but laugh after that.

"Well, that's one thing you're right about."

"But seriously," she said as she sat down on my bed. "You can't tell me you haven't looked at him like that yourself."

"Rachel, I told you, I'd never seen him as anything but a friend before."

"Still, you can look. I mean, I've know he's way off limits for me for over two years, but I still look, and let me tell you Danny, he is fine," she said, stressing on the word 'fine.'

I laughed. "Well, yeah, I'd be lying if I said I haven't looked at his body. I mean, I have seen him in the locker room after football practice..."

*

One day when I had just finished swim practice and I went into the locker room to shower, I found Jake doing just that.

Usually when I went in, football practice had been over for a while and the locker room was empty, but this one day , he seemed to have taken a little too long to shower, and he was the last one there.

At first, when I saw him standing there naked, I immediately thought to go back out and wait for him to finish, but part of me wouldn't let me do that.

To my shame, I stayed were I was, hiding behind the wall separating the lockers from the showers and watched him.

For a moment there I forgot who he was. It was either that or I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was looking at the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life. We were both 17 at the time, but Jake was all man.

I watched him wash his soft black locks of hair, his handsome face, his broad and muscled chest, which to my amazement already had a light dusting of hair in it, to his rippling six pack, down to...

The moment I realized where I was staring, I looked away and ran out of the locker room, trying to forget that I'd just seen my best friend's penis, which even though it was soft, looked significantly big.

*

"Danny," Rachel said while waving her hand in my face. "You spaced out on me all of a sudden. Is his body really that good?"

She was just teasing, but boy, if only she knew...

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm just nervous about tonight, I guess."

"Right," she said, not at all convinced. "Well, it's already 5:30, so I'm gonna go." She got up from the bed. "I'm gonna see if my parents have any plans for today. Have a great time, and I expect to hear details tomorrow."

"Okay," I said as I stood up to hug her. "Thankyou."

"No problem," she said sweetly. "Have fun."

She climbed down the stairs, and I heard her say goodbye to my parents before opening the door and closing it back behind her.

"Okay," I said as I went in front of the mirror again. "Let's fix this."

I went into my bathroom and washed my hair, ridding it of the horrible hair wax Rachel had put on it.

After I dried it off with a towel, I combed it, not to any specific direction, just getting rid of the knots, and went back to the mirror.

My hair was now the normal brown waves that it should be, and I brushed the front of it off my face.

It was kind of long, it almost covered my ears, but I thought I remembered Jake saying one time that he liked it that way. I hoped I was right.

After deciding there was no more I could do, I sat back down on my bed and pulled out my laptop.

I logged on to Facebook and started going through my newsfeed, when I noticed I had an inbox from Jake.

I looked at the date and saw it was from the night before, at 12:33 pm. He probably sent it just after he got home after dropping me off.

It read: I did something, and I really hope you're not mad. Check my relationship status.

I went to his profile, and sure enough, he'd changed his status to 'In a Relationship,' but it didn't say with whom.

To my own surprise, I was a little upset, not at the fact that he had changed his status, but because it didn't say it was with me.

As if on cue, I heard the doorbell ring at that moment, and I logged off and ran downstairs, already knowing it would be Jake.

As I reached the landing, I saw my mom letting Jake in, and they exchanged a quick hug.

"Hey Mrs. Morrison," Jake said with his usual charm. "Is Danny here? We're going out for a bite."

"Yes, of course, I'll go call him. Oh there he is," she said as she saw me, and Jake turned to me and smiled, that bone melting smile of his. "Honey," my mom said. "Jake says you're going out?"

"Yeah," I said to her, but looking at Jake. "Sorry I didn't tell you before."

"It's okay," she said. "Just don't stay out too late."

My mom was totally oblivious to the intense visual contact Jake and I were engaging in, since she was so used to him being around, like Rachel, that she wasn't really paying attention anymore.

"Okay," I said. "I'll see you later, mom."

I walked over to Jake and he moved aside, his eyes never leaving mine, smile never faltering, to let me go out first. He quickly followed and we both started walking down the driveway.

"Be careful," my mom called out before closing the door.

Once we reached his car, Jake put his hands on my shoulders and turned me so I was facing him.

"Hey," he said in a low voice.

"Hey," I said.

"I didn't get to greet you the way I wanted, with your mom there, and all."

"Really?" I asked, feigning innocence. "How did you want to greet me?"

He smiled and leaned forward.

As our lips touched, I closed my eyes, and let the softness of his lips caress mine, feeling myself go completely soft, except for one crucial part below the belt.

As he pulled back, Jake was smiling. "You're so responsive," he said. "I like it."

I smiled.

"By the way," he said in a more serious tone. "You look beautiful tonight."

Something in my brain clicked right then. Hearing him say that made all the hours putting up with Rachel dressing me worth it, and I realized more than anything that I wanted to please Jake.

He must've notice something odd about the way I was looking at him, 'cause he smiled again and opened the car door for me.

"Come on," he said. "Get in. I'm taking you somewhere you've never been before."

Was it just me, or was that comment very suggestive? It didn't sound like a bad idea, though...

Pushing that thought out of my mind, I got in the car and settled in my seat while Jake walked around to his own side.

Once he got in, my hand was already in the hand rest, and he didn't disappoint me, taking it in his after igniting the engine and taking off. 



Earning Danny Ch. 03



Jake's Point of View

The night of the bonfire, right after I dropped Danny off at his house, I drove straight to mine and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and I saw all the lights were off, which meant my mom was asleep.

I quickly but silently went up the stairs, into my room and closed the door behind me. I started taking my clothes off, leaving just my underwear on, and I flopped down on the bed.

I thought I would go to sleep right away, since I was really tired from the match just a few hours earlier, but I found I couldn't get my mind to settle down. I couldn't stop thinking about Danny. I couldn't stop thinking of the way his lips felt against mine, how his tongue felt in my mouth, how it felt to caress his soft skin... his firm round butt.

Dammit, I couldn't help it.

I pushed down the waistband on my boxers briefs and hooked them under my balls, leaving my already hard and dripping cock sticking up into the air.

As I grabbed my 9 inch boner, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Danny's hand squeezing it, jacking it slowly up and down.

When we kissed, it did surprise me how aggressive he was being, ravishing my mouth with his tongue, but it was the most wonderful surprise, knowing that I could make him that way, and what was even hotter was the sounds he made. He was moaning the whole time, and I knew I could come from just listening to him, and I was getting really close as I stroked my dick with short fast strokes now, wondering if he would make those sexy sounds when we did something else.

That thought proved too much for me, and I came all over my hand and my chest with an intensity I could only achieve when I thought about my Danny.

As I laid there in my bed enjoying my post-orgasmic bliss, I realized that Danny was indeed mine now, and I got the sudden urge to let the world know, so I pulled out a box of tissues I kept in my nightstand and wiped myself off before getting up and getting my laptop.

Once I settled back in bed, underwear re-adjusted and computer in my lap, I logged on to Facebook and went to my profile. Without even thinking twice, I went to my relationship status and changed it to 'In a Relationship,' but once it asked me with whom, I did stop and wonder if Danny would be okay with this.

I decided against it, so I just left it at that and sent an inbox to Danny telling him what I did and went to bed.

*

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I texted Danny to remind him about our date and went into the shower.

Once I was dry and dressed, I went down the stairs and found my mom making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Good morning mom," I said as I walked past her and kissed her cheek, before going to the fridge and taking out the juice.

"Good morning," she said in an amused tone. "You seem to be in a good mood today."

"I am," I said with a smile and chugged the juice.

"Jake," my mom whined. "Get a glass."

"Sorry," I said as I wiped my mouth with the corner of my shirt. I took out two glasses from the cabinet and went to sit down on the breakfast table. "You wanna know why I'm happy?" I asked her as I poured juice for both of us.

"Sure honey," she said in a happy tone.

"Well," I said. "Last night I got a boyfriend."

My mom stopped scrambling the eggs on the skillet and turned her attention to me. "You what?" she said with a blank expression.

"I have a boyfriend," I repeated.

"But what about Danny?"

My mom knew I was gay. She had raised me on her own, since she got pregnant with her high school boyfriend who dumped her after giving her two kids, and I told her everything.

It had been hard at first, being raised by a single mother and an older brother, and hiding a secret I felt I couldn´t tell anyone, but once I figured out my feelings for Danny sophomore year, I came out to him and then later my mom and brother that same day. I guess you could say she took it well, since she didn't yell at me or cry or tell me to get out of her house, but it was still hard. She just sat there in the kitchen chair where I blurted it out right after dinner and didn't say anything at all for about five minutes. She wouldn´t look at me either.

After that, she just stood up, walked over to me, gave me a hug and told me to go to bed, and we would talk about it later. My brother, who was two years older than me, was surprisingly accepting.

Those first few days after I told her were horrible, neither one of us knowing what to say, but once we got past that, everything was amazing. She got used to the idea and she became my best friend, though I wouldn't say that to Rachel, cause for some strange reason, she wanted to be mine and Danny's only best friend. Anyway, my mom and I talked about everything by this point, and I had told her how I felt about Danny, which was why she was confused that I had gotten a boyfriend.

"What about him?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Don't be a smartass," she said, pointing at me with her spatula, and I just laughed.

"Mom," I said with a wide grin. "Danny is my boyfriend." Her eyes widened and she lowered the spatula. "Well," I said. "Do you have anything to say to that?"

"Jake, are you being serious?" she asked.

"Yes, mom," I said. "It just happened. Last night. I asked and he said yes."

She left the stove and she came and sat next to me.

"Oh my god, Jake, baby, I'm so happy for you." She took me in her arms and held me really tight.

"Mom," I said. "The eggs are gonna burn."

"Screw the eggs," she said. "My son has a boyfriend." We both laughed.

An hour later, once I had told her every single detail about the previous night and my impending first date with Danny, my mom had to toss out the burnt eggs she had forgotten about and made breakfast again.

Once we ate and she had asked all the questions she could think of, we started cleaning.

Being a single parent, my mom worked her ass off during the week as a manager of our local supermarket, so I tried to help out as much as I could, keeping the house clean, since with my brother being 20 and in college, it was mostly just me around the house most of the time, but on Saturday me and my mom both did things like laundry that I didn't do during the week.

My mom never went to college, she barely finished high school before my brother Aaron was born, so she didn't have a degree, and she ended up working for the supermarket, starting at the bottom, but now, 20 years later, she was the manager. She was doing well now, not struggling to make ends meet, but it certainly helped that my brother and I had always tried to help her, getting jobs during the summer so we'd have our own money to pay for our own things.

Aaron was working himself through college, so now my mom was doing better financially, but it still never felt right to me to ask her for money unless it was strictly necessary, she had already done so much for me and my brother, so I usually paid for my own things.

That Saturday morning, after finishing all the cleaning work, my mom and I just sat there watching TV on the couch, and I kept telling her about Danny, I'm sure, with a dopey look on my face, and she just smiled and nodded at me.

When I was done talking, I was still smiling, thinking about Danny, and my mom looked at me with a curious expression.

"Are you gonna tell him how you feel?" she asked.

She knew I loved him. I had told her so in tears one night when I found out he had started dating Steven. I never, ever, cried, so when she saw me crying over him, she knew I really loved him.

"No," I said with a sigh. "He's not ready. I've been in this position for three years, but this just started for him last night. I'll have to be patient."

"Well thought," she simply answered.

A few hours later, when it was almost time for our date, I went up to my room to shower.

One I was done, I dried off and fixed my hair. Up to when I met Danny my hair had always been long. It had actually been the way Danny's was now, but when I joined the football team, they made us all buzz it off.

I remember one time when it was starting to grow, I told Danny that I wanted to buzz it off again, but he said he thought it looked better longer on top, so from there on out my hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top, and I spiked the front up. That was Rachel's idea, but Danny said he liked it, so I kept doing it like that every day. Not that he'd noticed, but I hoped he would now.

After that, I had a bit of a dilemma. I didn´t know if I should shave or not. Normally, I just trimmed my beard, leaving it short but noticeable, but I started wondering if it would bother Danny. I liked it that way, but it would probably be scratchy.

After a few moments of indecision, I shaved my face clean and went to my closet.

I wanted to look good for my boyfriend, so I put on dark jeans and a button up striped shirt and rolled the sleeves up. I put on a pair of vans, cologne and took my phone. I made a reservation for the restaurant I was taking Danny, and then I went down the stairs.

"Wow, you look so handsome," my mom said as I walked into the living room. "Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah," I said as I grabbed my keys form the coffee table. "We said six, and it's 5:45."

"Alright honey, have a good time," she said as I leaned down to kiss her goodbye. "And bring Danny by later. I wanna have a chat with him."

"Okay," I called back as I walked to the door. "Will do." I went outside, locked the door behind me and got in my 2005 silver Camry. It may have been a little old, but it was nicely kept, didn't spend too much gas, and I had paid for it myself.

When I reached Danny's house, I cut the engine, took a deep breath, and went up to knock on the door.

Danny's mom opened the door, and she asked me to come in.

I was telling her I was taking Danny out when he came down the stairs, and when I saw him I could swear my heart skipped a beat. He looked amazing. His hair had that tousled look he always wore, which to me perfectly framed his beautiful features, his eyes were big, bright and that light blue I always got lost in. He was wearing a for fitting V-neck shirt that matched his eyes and clung to every lean muscle on his arms and chest. His legs, which I loved so much, were incased in the tightest pair of jeans I had ever seen. I could make out his strong things and built calves, which he got from running, and he was wearing those Nike shoes that we both loved.

I know I was smiling, and he was talking to his mom about something, but he was looking right at me.

When he finally walked towards the door, I stepped aside to let him go first, and though it wasn't my intention, I got the breathtaking sight of his round bubble butt moving with his every step.

I licked my lips, but I quickly caught up to him before he noticed, and I gave him a proper greeting with a kiss.

I loved the fact that he seem to just melt into me when we kissed, and I told him so. Instead of blushing, like I thought he would, he just smiled, and it made me smile too, realizing he was readily settling into this relationship with me.

I opened the door for him, and once he was in, I walked over to my side and got in. I smiled inwardly, noticing he had his hand out for me and I took it before driving off.

*

Once we arrived at the restaurant, Danny turned his head to me, eyes wide.

"We're not eating here, are we?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "We are."

"Jake, this is really expensive," he said.

"I don't mind, Danny," I said. "You're worth it."

He smiled, and as we both got out, the ballet took my keys and I took Danny's hand, leading him inside.

Once we were inside, I gave my name at the front desk and they escorted us to a nice and secluded two person table towards the back.

"I thought this would be more comfortable," I told Danny when we were both seated.

"It's very nice," he said with a smile. "But I do wish you'd have told me we were coming here. I feel a little underdressed."

"Nonsense," I said as I put my hand over his. "You look fantastic."

He blushed a little and smiled, but didn't pull his hand away. Good sign.

"Are you ready to order?" said the waitress as she reached our table. She was probably no older than us, and she smiled when she saw we were holding hands.

"We'd like to take a minute," Danny said in a polite tone. He came from a much more refined family than mine, so he knew his manners, but he was in no way stuck up.

"Okay, I'll come back shortly," she said with another smile and left.

"So..." Danny said slowly withdrawing his hand from mine and taking his menu. "What can we order?" He pretended to be thinking while he looked through the menu, but he kept looking back at me, so I knew he was really asking me what I was willing to pay. I laughed.

"Danny, you can get anything you want. I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't afford it."

"Sorry," he said with a sheepish smile. "Didn't mean to offend you." I laughed again.

"You didn't," I assured him, and he smiled, a genuine smile this time.

"Then in that case, I'm ordering the lobster, cause I, mister, am not a cheap date."

We both laughed.

*

After dinner, we went back to my car and it was still only 7:30pm.

"So," Danny said. "It's still pretty early."He was looking at me with hopeful eyes, and I knew him well enough to know what he meant. He wanted for us to do something romantic, cause even though dinner was really nice, it still felt like two friends hanging out, not like a date.

"Don't worry, princess," I said, "I've got something else for you."

"Hey!" he said as he slapped me on the arm. "Don't call me princess! I'm not a girl."

"Well, that slapping thing was very girly. Ouch!" I said as he punched my arm with a closed fist. He was surprisingly strong.

"Now, was that girly?" he asked with a smirk.

"Fair enough," I said, holding my hands up. "No more calling you princess. How about baby? Can I call you that?"

He smiled and narrowed his eyes at me. "Just stick with Danny."

"Alright," I said as I started the car. "Put your seatbelt on, we´re going on a drive." 

*

Half an hour later, we arrived at the place of the bonfire the night earlier. It was 8:00pm and already pretty dark, so I killed the engine but left the headlights on.

I got out of the car, walked around it to Danny's side and opened his door. "Come on," I told him with my hand out to him. He took it and followed me to sit on the logs surrounding what used to be the fire. The only light there was the headlights of my Camry.

Once I sat down on a log, Danny sat beside me, but I patted my knee, signaling for him to sit on my lap, and he just looked at me funny.

"Are you kidding?" he said with an amused laugh. "I am not sitting on your lap."

I pulled the hand I was still holding, forcing him to come closer, and before he could protest, I grabbed him by the waist and settled him on my lap, facing me.

He let out a gasp, but made no move to get off me. He had put his hands on my shoulders, probably for balance, and he was just staring at me with those big beautiful eyes of his. I had to bite my tongue not to moan. There was something in the way he was looking at me, wonder maybe, which stirred something in my chest and in my pants.

"Is this uncomfortable for you, Danny?" I asked, surprising myself with how raspy my voice sounded.

"No," he whispered and squeezed my shoulders a little. "Not at all."

I grabbed his waist again and squeezed. "You look so beautiful like this Danny," I told him. "Like an angel."

He bit his lip and readjusted himself in my lap, not realizing he was pressing his ass into my erection. I closed my eyes and groaned. When I opened them, Danny was smiling.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he said, but pressed himself into me again, making me let out another groan.

Okay, maybe he did know what he was doing.

"Oh, fuck, Danny," I whispered. "You've no idea what you do to me."

Without a warning, Danny slid his arms around my shoulders and kissed my lips.

As soon as our lips touched, I grabbed the back of his head and parted his lips with my tongue, and Danny complied, sucking it in like he craved it and rocking his hips into me again.

Without even thinking about it, my hands instinctively went to his ass, and I started squeezing it through his jeans.

"Stop," Danny gasped as he pulled away from our kiss, panting. "Jake, stop."

I immediately moved my hands away and froze in panic. "I'm sorry Danny, I swear I didn't mean to push you. I--"

"Jake," Danny said as he put his hand to my lips. "It's not that. It didn't bother me at all. I was actually enjoying it too much. I almost..."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Okay." I started laughing. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," Danny said, blushing.

"It's okay." I grabbed his face in both my hands. "I need you to know that I will never pressure you, okay? We'll never do anything until you're ready."

Danny nodded, but he still stayed where he was, firmly sitting in my lap.

"Can I kiss you some more then?" I asked. He smiled and nodded again.

This time, when we kissed, it was slow and gentle. There was still tongue -- lots of it- but we were no longer in a rush. I was enjoying tasting Danny so intimately, and he seemed to be doing the same.

Eventually, the position became too uncomfortable for me and I had to move.

"Hold tight," I whispered to Danny as I got up. He fastened his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as I stood and walked with him in my arms away from the logs and the car.

"Holy shit," I heard Danny whisper. "You can carry me. That's so hot."

He was saying it to himself more than me, but it made me smile. I was glad he was thinking of me that way. I kept walking through the trees, until I reached my destination. It was a clearing, where all the trees ended and a lake started.

As I got there, I stopped where there was still some grass, but we were closer to the lake than the trees. I laid both of us down, Danny on his back on the ground, and me grouching above him. I saw him look behind my shoulder, and I knew he was looking at the moon, but I was too busy watching him.

"This is so beautiful," he said.

"No," I corrected. "You are."

He focused his eyes on mine, and we made eye contact for a few seconds before he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

We kissed again leisurely, and I began roaming my hands on his sides, slowly making my way up his shirt.

The night was getting chilly, but Danny didn't seem to mind as he took his shirt off, giving me permission to perv on his tight muscular body. This was going better than I'd expected.

I caressed him all over as we kissed, from his small tight waist to his firm chest and strong arms to his small pointy nipples. When I rubbed over them, he shuddered and moaned into our kiss, so I left his lips and covered one hard perfect nipple with my mouth, sucking on it and licking it with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, ah, yes..." he moaned. "Uh... Jake... yes..." His hands were on my hair now, and he was alternating on pulling on it and pushing my head into his chest. I switched to the other nipple and Danny seemed to approve. "Oh, oh, uh...Jake ..."

I left his nipples and kissed my way down his torso, going from one perfectly sculpted abdominal muscle to the next, until I reached his navel and stuck my tongue in.

"Oh, god!" cried Danny.

"If you like that, you're gonna love what's next," I promised him, but he stopped me by grabbing my head with both hands.

"No," he said. "Not today, Jake."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but I had just promised him we'd go at his pace, so I sucked it up and went back to kissing his lips. I'd get to taste him another time.




Earning Danny Ch. 03



"You shaved," Danny said all of a sudden.

"Yeah," I said. "I didn't know if my beard would bother you. It's probably scratchy."

"It is," he said with a smile. "But I like it. Don't shave anymore. I want you all scruffy. It makes you look manly."

I smiled. "Okay."

We kept kissing for a while, until I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I took it out to find a text from my mom.

ARE YOU ALMOST HOME? It read. I WANT TO GO TO BED, BUT I WANT TO TALK TO DANNY FIRST.

Right, I'd forgotten my mom wanted me to bring Danny over. Well, it was already 9:30, so we might as well go now.

"Baby," I told Danny. "It's almost time to take you home, but my mom wants to talk to you first. Is that okay with you? I told her about us."

Danny was looking at me with bright eyes and a smile.

"What?" I asked.

"You called me baby."

"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said as he caressed the side of my face with his hand. "I liked it." I smiled. "And yes, it's okay to go to your house first. Just remember I have to be home by midnight."

"I know," I said. "I'll get you home by then."

I stood up and helped Danny do the same, handing him his shirt afterwards so he could put it back on. He was shivering as we walked back to the car, so I walked behind him and hugged him from behind.

"Is this better?" I asked as I tightened my arms around him.

"Yeah," he whispered, and his hands caressed my arms as we walked. "Much better."

When we reached the car, I helped him get in, and walked around to my side. Once we were back in the road, we were holding hands again.

"I don't understand why this isn't weird for me," Danny said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Being with you. It just feels so... natural."

"Well," I said. "Do you believe in soul mates?"

He smiled. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say here."

"Then don't say anything," I said and squeezed his hand. "Just think about it."

Danny laughed. "Oh, I will!"

We both laughed then, and I enjoyed the rest of the trip in comfortable silence with my soul mate.



Earning Danny Ch. 04



Danny's Point of View

When we got to Jake's house it was 10pm. He got out of the car, went over to my side and opened the door for me. Once we were at the front door, he took out his keys and we went in.

The house was all dark, except for the living room, where his mom was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Mom," he called out. "We're home."

She looked up at us and smiled. "Hi, guys," she said, looking at me.

"Hi," I said in a faint voice. I was really nervous. I'd met Jake's mom a few months after we became friends, and we'd always gotten along very well, but I guess with him now being my boyfriend, things would be different for us two, and I didn't know what to expect.

"Well," she said. "Are you two gonna stand there all night?"

Jake put his hand on my back, and we both walked over to her, though he had to push me a little bit.

When we reached the couch, he leaned down and kissed his mom's cheek, like he always did, and I just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Honey," she said to me with a slight laugh. "Relax. I won't bite you."

I smiled a little, but kept standing there.

"Come here," she said, patting the seat beside her, and I slowly sat down on it, looking at Jake, waiting for him to say something.

"Honey," his mom said to him this time. "Would you mind going to your room for a bit? Danny and I are gonna have a talk."

My eyes widened in panic, and I gave him a look, asking him not to leave me alone.

"Relax," his mom repeated as she stroked my arm. She obviously saw my panicked face. "We're just going to talk."

Jake hesitated a little, looking from his mom to me, but then he nodded and made his way to the stairs.

"Well, Danny," Jake's mom said when we heard Jake close the door to his room. "Jake told me you guys are dating now."

I nodded. "Yeah... since last night."

"Right," she said. "At the bonfire." I nodded again.

There was an awkward silence, and she sighed.

"Danny," she began. "Jake is my son, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you that him and his brother are my whole world. I just need to make sure you are not going to hurt him."

"No," I answered quickly. "I would never do that, Mrs. Moss, I swear. Jake is my best friend, and I would never hurt him on purpose."

"Exactly," she said. "You'd never do it on purpose, I know that, but you hurt him all the same. You just told me he's your best friend, but to him, you are so much more than that. He really, really likes you Danny, and I'm worried that you guys are going too fast. What if tomorrow you were to change your mind? It would crush him, Danny."

I knew what she was saying was true under normal circumstances, but what was going on between Jake and I wasn't normal. It was special, and I knew it when we were lying on the grass, with him on top of me, kissing me. I realized there was nowhere else I'd rather be, and then what he said in the car...

"I won't change my mind," I said calmly, but firmly.

"You're young," she said. "And inexperienced. Jake told me you'd never really had a boyfriend before, and neither has he, so a lot of things could go wrong."

"They won't," I said, and she eyed me suspiciously. "I know it might seem a little rushed... but it doesn't feel that way. It feels right, Mrs. Moss, and if I'm being honest here, I think I've always liked Jake, but I just hadn't allowed myself to accept it. After tonight, though, I have to say that, yeah, I'm sure. Like you said, we're young, and a lot of things can happen, but... I want this." She kept looking at me without saying anything, and I felt uneasy again.

After about a minute, I just had to say something. "Mrs. Moss, are you alright? You haven't said anything in a while."

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I was just looking at you. I'm glad my son has such a pretty boyfriend."

I blushed furiously, and she laughed.

"Go," she said and patted me on the arm. "Upstairs, with Jake."

I stood up and started for the stairs, but I stopped. I hesitated a little, but then I went back to the couch and hugged Jake's mom. She hugged me back, and when we pulled apart she was smiling. I smiled back and went up the stairs.

*

When I got to Jake's door, I tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Jake?" I called. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he said. "Hold on, just a second." I heard a lot of ruffling, like he was moving around a lot of papers, and after a few seconds, he opened the door. "Hey," he said, moving aside to give me space. "Come in." I went inside and he closed the door. "So, how'd it go with my mom?"

"It was fine," I said. "She was just being a dad."

Jake smiled. It was a joke between us that she, being a single mom, had her 'mom' and her 'dad' moments. Talking to the boyfriend about his 'intentions' definitely fell under the 'dad' category. 

"So, what were you doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Your door was locked, and I heard a lot of noise before you opened it."

"Uhm... nothing, really. It was...uh... nothing."

He seemed very uncomfortable and nervous, both things out of character for him.

"Jake," I said with a slight laugh. "What's got you all fidgety? What were you doing?"

"Nothing!" he said, getting defensive. But then, he lowered his eyes and they suddenly opened real wide. I followed his gaze, and I saw a piece of paper on the foot of the bed.

"Is that it?" I asked, pointing at it. "Is that what you were doing?" He started shaking his head, and I leaned down to pick it up.

"Danny, no!" he said and tried to take it from me, but I was too fast. I took the paper and climbed on the bed, getting away from him and holding the paper out of his reach. He was standing beside the bed, trying to take the paper back, but I wouldn't let him.

"What is it?" I asked, laughing. "Why are you so freaked out about this?"

"Danny, please just give it to me," he begged. He was being very weird about this.

I put the paper in front of me, and when I saw what it was, my jaw dropped.

It was a drawing, and in it was I, lying on my stomach on a bed, with my ass, which was disproportionally big, sticking out, and Jake was kneeling behind me, banging me from behind. As if that wasn't enough, below it was another drawing, and it was me, on my knees, with Jake's penis in my mouth. His penis, by the way, was HUGE.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. "JAKE!"

He immediately covered his face with his hands. "Oh, god," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He was covering his face, too ashamed to look at me, so he didn't see I was smiling.

"Jake," I repeated. "Look at me." He shook his head, so I dropped the paper, grabbed his hands with mine, and pulled them away from his face. He looked so embarrassed his face was completely red.

"I'm sorry, Danny," he said. "I didn't mean for you to see that."

"Jake," I said, laughing. "It's amazing!" He seemed shocked.

"So... You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked. "You didn't do anything wrong, and that drawing is amazing. You're really good!" He blushed again.

"So, you... you... liked it?"

"Yes," I said with a smile. "It's hot." He grinned from ear to ear. "But," I said, and his smile vanished. "My butt is NOT that big!"

He started laughing. "Yes it is," he said and grabbed my ass. "It's big, and it's hot."

I bit my lip. "I hope you are as big as in the drawing, though."

"I won't disappoint," he whispered against my lips.

We started making out, and he made me lay on my back on the bed, with him on top of me. After a few minutes, he made me take my shirt off, and he started kissing my chest, both my nipples, and he made his way down my stomach. Once he reached my belly button, he stuck his tongue in, and I arched my back in surprise.

"Does that feel good, Danny?" he asked me.

"Yes," I moaned and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Do that again."

Jake smiled and went back down, tonguing my navel, in and out, and he started unbuttoning my jeans when his mom knocked at his door.

"Guys," she said. "It's almost midnight. It's time for Danny to go home."

Jake sighed in frustration and button my pants back up. "Okay," he called out. "Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, honey. I'm going to bed, so you make sure to lock the door when you leave. Good night."

"Good night," we both said and we heard her walk away.

"Well," Jake said, and kissed my stomach. "It'll have to be another day." He sat up and handed me my shirt. I put it on, and he helped me out of bed.

"Jake?" I said.

"Yes, baby?"

"Can I... keep the drawing?"

He smiled. "Of course." He kissed me. "There are many more where that came from."

"There are?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh, yeah," he said and walked to his nightstand. He opened the first drawer, and it was filled with drawings.

"Oh my god," I said. "Are they all like this one?"

"Not exactly," he said. "They're not all... you know, nudes, but you are in all of them."

"Yeah?" I asked. I was really flattered in a strange kind of way.

"Yeah. I'll show them to you later, but we need to get you home now. Don't want your dad to be mad at me and forbid you from seeing me."

"Oh, come on," I said. "He's not that bad. He likes you, and besides... I haven't told them we're dating yet." Jake's brow furrowed, and he diverted his eyes. That had obviously bothered him. "But I will," I quickly added. "I'll tell them. Tomorrow."

He smiled. "Okay." He put his hands on my back and pulled me in. I put my hands on his chest, his oh, so wonderful and firm chest, and he leaned down and kissed me.

A few minutes later, at 11:58, I opened the door to my house and kissed Jake goodnight. Once I went in, he went back to his car and drove off. 

I watched him through the window, and once he was gone, I went up to my room and masturbated looking at the drawing of Jake fucking me.

God, I so wanted that to happen!

*

The next day, it was Sunday, I told my parents Jake and I were dating over breakfast, and my dad was shocked.

"I thought you said you were just friends," he said.

"We were," I assured him. "But now we're more than that."

It took a little convincing to get him used to the idea, and he had me call Jake and tell him to come over. He had his little talk to him, not unlike Jake's mom had with me, and then he calmed down. My mom, though, was thrilled. She'd always liked Jake for me, and she made sure to let me now it.

After that, I changed my relationship status on Facebook, and I was officially dating Jake Moss.

Jake spent that whole day at my house. He ate lunch with us, and then we all watched a movie together in the living room. Him and I were sitting on the love seat while my parents shared the couch, and a few minutes into the movie, Jake put one arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head on his shoulder. My dad saw us, but didn't say anything. He was taking this amazingly well, considering he was used to knowing I was gay, but I had never had a boyfriend before. I'm sure the reason for that was that it wasn't some stranger, it was Jake.

I too was amazed at how well I was adjusting to being with him. Having him touch me, kiss me, and just be with me, just felt right.

When the movie was over, Jake and I went up to my room, and my dad told us to keep the door open. He was in my room practically every day, but I guess with us now dating his concern was understandable. If the door was closed, we probably would end up making out. Possibly more.

The door was open, though, so we just sat in my bed and talked. I asked about his drawings, and he told me in sordid detail what each of them was, what I was doing in each of them, and what he was doing to me. By the time he finished, I was painfully hard and close to cumming, but I held off, since my mom had made a point of popping her head in every five minutes 'to ask if we were ok.'

I asked Jake when he made the first drawing, and after hesitating for a moment and blushing, totally cute, he said he drew it the day we met. Swoon. That was very romantic in a naughty sort of way, and it earned him a quick peck on the lips. I would've given him more, but I didn't want my mom seeing us. Like Jake's mom and my dad, she too thought we were going too fast.

Oh, well.

*

The next day, Monday, Jake went to pick me up for school, and while I was getting ready, he sat in the kitchen talking to my mom.

"Hey," I said as I went into the kitchen. "I'm ready."

"Hi," Jake said, standing up from his chair. "Good morning, Danny."

"Good morning," I said. I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked. The weather was unusually cold for October, so he was wearing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. His jeans were dark and fitted, and like I'd asked him to, he hadn't shaved, so he had a five-o'clock shadow. He really was strikingly handsome.

Jake smiled with all his teeth, obviously noticing how I was looking at him, and I blushed.

"Well," he said to my mom. "We should get going. Nice talking to you, Mrs. Morrison."

"Have a good day, guys," my mom said and hugged each of us goodbye.

At school, everything went better than I'd expected. Apparently, every single one of our friends knew Jake liked me, and they all said it was about time we got together. Class, though, was especially boring that day. I couldn´t focus on anything the teachers said. All I could think about was Jake. How hot he was, how I could have possibly never noticed the way he looked at me before, all the time we'd wasted, and how he'd kissed me right in front of all our friends that morning. I'd blushed furiously, but they all just smiled and congratulated us. I had great friends.

After school, Jake drove me home, and when we got there, my mom made lunch for both of us, and after eating, Jake had to go home to do his homework.

"Don't go," I asked him when we were at the door. I had my hands on his chest and he had his on my lower back. "Stay."

"I can't, baby," he said. "I really wish I could, but I have a lot to do. But I promise I'll call you as soon as I get done, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded. He kissed me softly on the lips and went to his car.

I went back inside, helped my mom with the dishes and sat down on the couch to watch TV.

My dad came home from work at about 5pm, and at 10, I went to my room to do my homework. Once I finished, I took out my laptop, logged on to Facebook and saw most of my friends had liked my relationship with Jake.

After scrolling through my newsfeed for about an hour, I decided to go to bed, so I shut off my computer, stripped down to my underwear and got in bed a little disappointed, since Jake hadn't called.

As soon as I turned the light off, though, my phone rang, and it was him.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi, baby," he said. "I missed you."

"I thought you forgot to call me."

"No, I'm sorry, I was too busy. I got a flat tire on the way home, and I had to change it. Then when I got home my mom wanted me to tell her EVERYTHING about today, and then it was dinner, and homework, and yeah. I was busy. I would never forget to call you, baby. I was actually looking forward to it."

I smiled. "Okay."

"I wanna see you," Jake said all of a sudden. "Why don't we Skype? I wanna see your pretty face."

I smiled again. "Okay."

"Alright, bye." He hung up, and I took out my laptop again. Once I started it up, I logged on to Skype and called him.

"Hey," he said as his face came up. I could see he was sitting in his bed, and he was shirtless, so I could see his beautiful and developed chest.

"Hi," I said.

"So, what'd you do today?" he asked, smile bright.

"Well, after you left, we cleaned up and then I watched TV, did homework, and went on Facebook for a bit. I was about to go to bed when you called."

He smiled and nodded. "I missed you today," he said softly.

"You saw me today," I informed him. Maybe he had short-term memory loss.

"I know," he said. "But after. When I left your house. I missed you when I was home. I miss you all the time Danny." I was touched, but I didn't know what to say. "I always miss you. I need to be around you, and if I'm not, it's like this empty feeling that I get. It only goes away when I'm with you." My eyes got misty. "And every time I see you a get a hard-on." He smiled.

I laughed, but then I put my hand to my mouth. "We need to be quiet," I told him. "My parents are asleep."

"Really?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "We can be naughty then."

I chuckled. "Like your drawings?"

"Yeah," he said, and I saw his right arm start moving. "Something like that."

"Jake," I said in disbelief. "Are you... are you touching yourself."

He grinned. "Maybe."

Oh. My. God. That was so hot. "Stop it," I said, but I was smiling.

"Sorry," he said, and his arm stilled. "I just can't help myself when I see you. You're so hot Danny."

I blushed. "Anyway," I said, changing the subject. "You need to work on your proportions. That ass you drew on me was way too big."

"Alright," he admitted. "I may have exaggerated a little, but it is still really big. And hot." He was grinning.

"And, uh... did you exaggerate on... you know... you?"

"You mean my dick?" he asked. He looked very pleased with himself.

"Yeah," I whispered. 

"How about if I show you? So you can judge for yourself." Before I could reply, he lowered his camera to his groin, and though he was in his underwear, I could see the very long and thick outline of his dick laying to one side, and a wet spot at the tip.

"Oh my god, Jake!" I shrieked and turned away.

"What?" he asked with a slight laugh, and then he lowered his voice very sexily. "Don't you wanna see it?"

I blushed. "Yeah," I said in a whisper. "But not like this. Not through a computer screen. The first time I see it I want it to be live."

Jake laughed evilly. "Alright, you can look now. I put it away." I turned to the screen again and he had focused his on his face. "So... you wanna see it live, huh?" He had a satisfied grin on his face as he said it.

I bit my lip and nodded. This was so embarrassing, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see it.

"Well," he said. "How about if I come over and show it to you?"

"Okay," I said hesitantly. "Tomorrow after school. We'll have a few hours before my dad gets home from work, and I think my mom will be grocery shopping."

"No," he said with a smile. "Now."

"What?" I asked with wide eyes. "Are you insane? It's the middle of the night. My dad would never let you in this late."

"He doesn't have to know," Jake said. "I can sneak in through the window."

"I don't know," I said. "I've never done anything like that before..."

"Do you want to see it or not?" he asked, and by the way he was moving his arm, I knew he was playing with himself again. That made me so hot I suddenly made up my mind.

"Yes," I simply said, and Jake smiled from ear to ear.

"I'll be right there," he said, and slapped his computer shut.

*

Less than ten minutes later, I heard a tap at my window. By that time, I had changed out of my sleeping clothes and slipped on a pair of my sexiest underwear. They were a pair of very small and revealing blue Andrew Christian bikini briefs that fit my butt quite nicely. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I went to the window and opened it, but I was surprised when I looked down and didn't see Jake standing in the yard.

"Jake," I called out quietly. "Where are you?"

"Over here," I heard him say, and I turned my head to find him holding on to one of the branches of the tree by my window.

"Oh my god, what are you doing there?" I asked with a laugh.

"How else did you think I'd get in your window?" He asked. He had a point. "Now move," he said. "I'm jumping in. Give me some space."

I moved to the side, away from the window, and Jake jumped. He almost missed, since the tree wasn't that close, but he managed to grab onto the window pane. Quickly, I moved in to help, and we managed to pull him in and close the window.




Earning Danny Ch. 04



"Well," he said, brushing a leaf off his sweater. He had changed into a sweater, no shirt, and jeans. "That was harder than I thought."

"Yeah," I laughed. "We didn't really think this through." Jake laughed. "If this is gonna be a common occurrence, we need to figure out a safer way to get you up here."

"Common occurrence?" he said with raised eyebrows as he walked towards me. "You're already thinking of doing this again?" He smiled and put his arms around my back. "Naughty boy." I blushed and looked down, but he put a finger below my chin and made me look at him. He looked into my eyes for a second before he pulled me in and gave me a tender kiss on the lips. "I like it."

He started caressing my back with his hands, and I put mine on his chest. His sweater wasn't zipped up all the way, and I could see part of his pecs and the soft dark hairs that covered it.

Jake must've seen me looking, 'cause he then took his hands off my back and unzipped his sweater all the way. He shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and I got a view of his magnificent torso.

His pecs were wide and toned, his shoulders nice and rounded, arms toned, biceps huge, and his abs were out of this world.

"Come here," Jake whispered. "Touch me."

His voice was low and sexy, tender, but commanding at the same time, and it made me want to do what he said. I closed the space between us and my hands immediately went to his chest.

The hair was so soft, but underneath it was all hard muscle. His nipples were wide and pink, and they hardened at the touch of my fingers. When I squeezed one of them, Jake closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a moan of appreciation. I ran my fingers slowly from one nipple down to his abs, tracing each one of them, admiring how defined and perfect his body was.

"You're so sexy, Jake," I whispered, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me, lust written all over his face.

He put his hand behind my head and pulled me in for a bruising kiss. It was feral, aggressive, but so, so hot.

Suddenly, he put both his hands below my ass and pulled. Sensing what he wanted, I helped him pull me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. It didn't cease to amaze me how things just flowed between us.

Jake kept kissing me, but walked with me still in his arms towards my desk and sat me down on it. Once that done, he led his hands to my legs and started massaging my thighs while we kissed.

His hands kept moving up my thighs, until he got to my underwear.

"Did you change into these for me?" he asked, pulling back from our kiss.

"Yeah," I answered, panting.

"That's so hot," he said. "Now let me see them." He stood back and I got off the desk.

I stood there in front of him in nothing but my underwear, my dick hard and clearly visible.

I saw him lick his lips. "Turn around," he commanded, and again I complied. After a few seconds of him obviously ogling my ass, I heard him grunt.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, Danny," he said and closed the distance between us, smashing himself into my back and putting his arms around me. "Your body is absolutely perfect."

I'd never in my life felt sexier than I did then. Only Jake did that to me.

I felt his erection through his jeans, and my heart started racing. Then he started grinding himself into my ass, and I moaned.

"I want to see it," I whispered. "Jake, show me... I want to see it."

Jake grunted again, turned me around and kissed me.

"It's so hot that you beg for it," he told me.

Normally, a phrase like that would have made me turn all shades of red and make me embarrassed, but with Jake, it only made me hotter, and I started pulling at the hem of his jeans.

"Show me Jake," I repeated. "I want to see you."

Jake quickly unsnapped the button on his jeans, pulled the zipper down and pushed them to his ankles. Once he was standing there in his underwear, without thinking twice, I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his boxer briefs down to join his jeans. I looked up and my jaw dropped.

Jake was huge!

Now, even though I was a virgin, I had seen a lot of penises before. In porn. Still, Jake's was the most amazing one I had ever seen. It was so beautiful.

It was at least 9 inches, if I was any good at estimating, and he was amazingly thick. The shaft was long and straight, and it had a few think veins running through it. He was uncircumcised, but his foreskin was pulled back enough to let me see his big, round and very pink head. I was mesmerized.

I grabbed it in my hand, and even though it was hard as steel, the foreskin gave it a soft leathery touch. It felt so foreign to me, since my penis was cut, but I was fascinated by it. I started softly pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, covering and uncovering it a few times.

As I did this, Jake clenched his fists, which were hanging at his sides, and let out a tortured moan. He really needed release.

"It´s so beautiful, Jake," I told him as I stared into his face, and he locked eyes with me. I jacked it up and down a few times more, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "It´s so big. So long and thick... It's perfect."

As I looked back at that amazing penis, I suddenly felt the urge to kiss it. To lick it, to taste it.

I pressed my lips together, closed my eyes and kissed it, just the head, and I felt something moist at the tip. Jake moaned, and then put his fist to his mouth so as not to make too much noise.

As I opened my eyes again, I saw the moisture was precum. Jake´s penis was drooling with it.

I licked my lips, and I was suddenly hooked on the taste. It was sweet, it was salty, and a little bitter, but it was Jake, and I loved it. I had to have more.

I grabbed his dick by the base with one hand and started kissing the head again, over and over. Then I started licking it, from the base to the tip, cleaning it of the precum that was drooling onto it. Once I´d cleaned the shaft, I went to the source. I opened my lips and put the head in my mouth.

I started sucking, and noticed it was spongy and rubbery. Jake was moaning uncontrollably by now.

I probably should've asked him to quiet down, since he could've woken up my parents, but I was too much into what I was doing to care at that point. Besides, their room was all the way down the hall.

I started taking more of his cock in my mouth, and Jake put one hand softly on my head. He wasn't pushing me down, but he was silently asking me to take it further in my mouth, which I did.

It was too big, and I was too inexperienced, but I managed to get about five inches in before I hit my gag reflex and had to pull back. I knew there was no way I could do it justice until I got more experience, so I just focused on the head, sucking hard on it while I used my hand to jack him up and down.

Jake's stomach muscles started spamming, and I knew he was close.

"Oh god," he groaned. "Baby, I'm really close."

I knew he meant that as a warning, but I didn't want to stop. Instead, I took it down again, this time getting about six inches, and he suddenly throbbed in my mouth and started shooting.

His cum was better that what I'd tasted before. It was thicker, richer, and there was much more of it.

The first spurt hit the back of my mouth, and the first thing I noticed was it was really warm. He kept shooting, and my mouth quickly filled up. I started swallowing, trying to get it all, but it was too much, and it started dripping out the sides of my mouth.

Once he was done cumming, I swallowed what was in my mouth and started licking up his shaft and the head. When I had him nice and clean, Jake pulled me up by the arms, sat me down on the desk again, and started licking my face clean.

I would've thought it was weird, but then he started kissing me, attacking me with his tongue, and suddenly the thought of us sharing his cum was the hottest thing I could think of.

"Fuck, Danny," he whispered. "That was so fucking hot!"

"Was it good?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.

"It was amazing, baby," he said and kissed me again. "It was the best goddamn blowjob I've ever had, and I didn't even ask you to do it."

"I wanted to," I said, looking into his eyes and smiling. "But I didn't even take it that far. You're too big."

"You'll learn," he simply said. "But it was still amazing. You seemed to be enjoying it yourself, and that in itself is very hot." I smiled. "And now it's your turn." Before I could say anything, he grabbed my underwear and yanked it off. He grabbed my dick in his hand, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he deep-throated it.

"Oh, god!" I silently screamed. He'd obviously done it before, he was so good, and since I'd already been close from blowing him, I didn't last long. He was bobbing up and down, sucking hard, and then he pulled off and started licking it, from base to tip. Then he started jerking me with his hand, and took one of my balls into his mouth. After giving the same treatment to the other one, he went back to my dick and started sucking.

It was so good, and it was my first time, so I couldn't hold it and came in his mouth. He swallowed it all, and then he came back up and kissed me again.

"You have a beautiful dick too, Danny," he said between kisses. "Everything about you is beautiful." We kissed some more.

A few minutes later, Jake was fully dressed again, and I had put on my underwear back on.

"Alright, baby," he said while he caressed my sides. "I should go. But I'll see you in the morning, ok?"

I nodded. "I'll miss you," I said, caressing his face. "It may be new to me, but I also feel that about you." He looked confused. "What you said earlier," I explained. "Ever since the bonfire... I think about you all the time. I can't concentrate if you're not there. I..." I wasn't sure where I was going with that, so I didn't say anything.

Jake smiled, a small sweeter smile than his usual one, and he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you," he whispered.

My eyes watered instantly, and I felt warmth spreading all over my body. I realized then that's where I was going with what I was saying. That's what I wanted to say, but before I had a chance to, Jake gave me another quick kiss and jumped out the window.



Earning Danny Ch. 05



Jake's Point of View



The next morning, as I was driving to pick up Danny for school, I was a bundle of nerves. I had no idea how he would react to my admission the night before, so I had no idea how I should act around him. I really didn't mean to tell him I loved him, but he caught me completely off guard with his boldness, and I couldn't help it, it just came out.

No pun intended.

When I finally arrived at his house, I still hadn't made up my mind, so I just walked up to the door and knocked. I would just play it by ear.

I knocked twice before Danny opened the door.

"Hi!" he said with a smile.

"Hi," I said with a smile of my own. "Good morning. You ready to go?"

"Yeah." He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me in for a quick kiss before stepping out and locking the door. "Let's go," he said, holding his hand out to me.

I was really surprised. He didn't seem shocked or freaked out by any means. He was being very affectionate actually, so I took his hand and we went to school.

*

School, as always, was uneventful, except for the fact that it seemed every single person in there now knew Danny and I were dating.

A lot of students stared at us when we arrived holding hands, but I didn´t care. I was holding Danny´s hand, I'd finally told him that I loved him and he seemed happy about it, so I decided not to let a few stares affect me.

During lunch, we sat at our regular table with our friends, and everything seemed normal. Mike, one of my football teammates was talking about some girl he had recently hooked up with while Ian listened intently. Sarah, being the gossip that she was, was telling Nora the latest piece of news she had learned, while Rachel and Danny were chatting away. It was all every day stuff, except for the fact that I was holding Danny's hand under the table, and he was using his index finger to draw circles in my palm while he talked to our best friend.

I was totally oblivious to what they were saying, until Danny stopped drawing circles in my hand and gave it a pull.

"Jake!" he said.

"What?" I asked, a little startled. "Where you talking to me?"

"Yeah," he said with an amused smile. "Rachel and I were talking about the Halloween party. It's this thursday."

"That's in two days," I said.

"Yeah," said Rachel excitedly. "And Danny tells me you guys don't have costumes yet."

"Wait, are we going to this party?" I asked.

"Yes!" Danny and Rachel said in unison.

"Of course we are," said Danny. "Unless... you don't want to go?"

I really didn't, but looking into my baby's beautiful blue eyes I couldn't say no to him. "Yeah, sure," I said. "I just thought we could do something together, you know? Just you and I."

"You can do that anytime," Rachel intruded. "This is you guys' first party as a couple. You HAVE to go."

"You really wanna go?" I asked Danny.

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "I wanna parade you around. Show everyone who my man is." I couldn't help but smile at that.

"Alright," I said. "Then it's settled."

"Thank you," he said and leaned in to give me a quick kiss.

"Dude!" we heard from across the table. "Come on, I'm right in front of you!" Mike whined.

"So?" I asked. "You've known I'm gay for years."

"Well, yeah," he said, "but you hadn't had a boyfriend before. I'd never seen you in action."

The girls giggled at that, and Ian nodded.

"You still haven't," I said, right before I took Danny by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss. He resisted at first, but when I put my tongue inside his mouth, he melted into me and put his all into the kiss. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me as close to him as possible, and he kissed me with as much passion as the night before.

When we pulled apart, Danny was a little flushed, and he gave me a shy smile before he went back to eating his lunch.

Then I turned to Michael and Ian, and they were both wide eyed and had their mouths hanging open.

"Now you've seen me in action," I told them, and I went back to my lunch too.

I heard Sarah and Nora giggling again, and when I sneaked a glance at Rachel, she was shaking her head with a smile on her face.

*

That afternoon, I took Danny home after school and had lunch with him and his mom. I didn´t have much to do after that, so I texted my mom saying I'd be spending the afternoon with him.

We watched TV for awhile, but there wasn´t much to see, and besides I wanted to talk to Danny about what'd happened the night before, so I suggested we went out for a walk. He agreed and put on a sweater before we went out the door holding hands.

"Baby?" I asked as we walked down the street.

"Yeah?" he asked with a smile.

"I wanted to talk to you, you know... about last night."

He smiled even wider. "What about it?"

Encouraged by his reaction, I went on. "I was worried, you know... I freaked you out. I honestly didn't plan on doing what we did. I wanted to give you all the time you need–"

Danny stopped walking and stood in front of me. "Jake," he said, squeezing my hand. "You didn´t freak me out. I loved it. Besides, I'm the one who started it, remember?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't want you to feel pressured into it because you know I want to."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, this is about the drawings I made, isn't it? You saw what I wanted and you thought you needed to do that for me... right?"

He smiled again. That beautiful smile of his. "Not at all. I did what I did because I wanted to. I didn't plan it either, but your... you know... it was right there, and it was so pretty that it made me wanna do it."

I know I blushed after that.

Danny chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek. "It was great, and I was actually thinking we could do it again, say, tonight?" He smiled and kept walking.

Oh, yes, we were definitely doing it again.

*

I threw my head back and moaned quietly.

It was the middle of the night, I was in Danny's room again and my dick was in his mouth.

After our walk, Danny went back into his house and I went home, did my homework, had dinner with my mom, and pretended to go to bed.

At about 11:30pm Danny texted me saying his parents were asleep, so I snuck out silently and jogged the 5 blocks to his house. He'd told me to go in through the back door instead of jumping through the window again, since last time I´d almost plummeted to my death, so I went to the back of the house and lightly knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, Danny opened it and smiled at me. He was wearing a loose shirt and briefs. He looked adorable.

"Come on," he whispered, putting his hand out to me. I took it and after he closed the door he led me up the stairs to his room.

As soon as he closed the door, he was all over me. He started kissing me like a mad man, touching me all over, tugging at my shirt. When he pulled back, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's got you so riled up tonight?" I asked.

"You," he simply said.

I was going to laugh again, but I noticed the hungry look on his face, and it made me hotter than ever. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.

I'm not usually the type that likes to be told what to do, but this was different. This was Danny, and he wanted me. Me. Of course I'd do what he said.

I was buck naked in two seconds flat, and so was he.

We stood there looking at each other, and I was once again mesmerized by how absolutely perfect he was. He was lean and muscled. Toned and tanned, and those eyes! His eyes were so blue I could get lost in them, and I did for a second, until he closed the distance between us and took my hand.

He started walking backwards towards the bed, pulling me with him, and when we reached it, he fell onto it, and I fell on top of him, looking into his eyes the whole time.

He raised his hand to my face and cupped my cheek.

"About what you said," he said, startling me out of my trance. "Last night, before you left, you said..." I nodded, knowing he was talking about me saying I loved him. "I do too." We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and mine started watering up. "I don´t think I´m ready to say it yet," he said. "But... I do too."

I smiled with teary eyes. "That's more than enough for now."

After that, we had a repeat of the previous night, trading blowjobs, but this time, Danny seemed to have made it his mission to make it better than the last time, 'cause as soon as he had the head in his mouth, he dove straight down, trying to get to the base. Being new to it, he didn't know that was a really bad idea, but he found out pretty soon when he started gagging and had to pull off.

After he settled down, I told him there was no rush, we had a lot of time to practice, which earned me a smile, and I flipped him onto his back and took his dick in my mouth.

Unlike Danny, I'd had a lot of practice, so it was no trouble for me to take him all the way down my throat, making him moan louder than he probably should have.

*

The first time I ever sucked a cock was when I was 14. I was in eighth grade, and I had just started playing football. I'd already figured out I was into guys, but hadn't acted on it.

One day after practice, I was taking a shower in the locker room, and since I was afraid I would get a boner watching my teammates naked, I always waited until they left to shower, so I was always the last one there.

I thought I would be alone, like I always was, but then Cody Blake walked in, the quarterback, and the single hottest boy I had ever met (until I met Danny, that is). He was tall, blonde and buff, my fucking wet dream (again, until I met Danny).

"Hey," he said, taking his towel off and walking up to a shower head a few down from me. I took just half a second to admire his dick before turning away.

"Hey," I said, blushing. "What are you still doing here? I thought everyone had left."

"Coach wanted to talk to me, so I stayed later than usual," he replied casually while he soaped up his chest.

"Oh," I simply said. It was all I could manage. I was standing naked next to a naked hunk and getting a boner. Dammit!

"What held you up?" Cody asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just slow, I guess."

While I said that, I turned to look at him again, and my eyes involuntarily raked down his body to his cock, which seemed to be half hard! I didn't realize I was staring, but then he cleared his throat, and I blushed furiously, having been caught openly ogling him!

"See anything you like?" he asked.

"W-w-what?" I asked, looking down at the floor while I rinsed off.

"Come on, Moss," he said. "I know you're queer. You don't think I see the way you check me out all the time?"

My eyes quickly snapped up to his face and my blood ran cold.

Cody started laughing. "Don't look so scared, man," he said. "I'm not gonna beat you up or anythin', I just want you to answer a question for me, alright?"

I looked down again. "S-s-sure, w-what is it?"

"Is it true fags suck cock better than girls?"

Needless to say, before I went home that day I'd sucked my first cock. I wasn't very good, but Cody's girlfriend must've been way worse than me, if she even did it at all, 'cause he said it was the best head he'd ever had.

For the rest of that year, he made me suck his cock every single school day after practice, making me take it deeper every time, until I could take him all the way in one gulp without gagging. He said if I didn't do it he'd out me to the entire school.

Besides teaching me to deepthroat, Cody took my virginity, and the bastard was, well, a bastard about it. From the very first time he fucked me he did it hard and fast, with lube, but no preparation whatsoever. It was all about his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Still, I, being the young and naïve – scratch that- stupid boy that I was, thought it was love. He was my first everything, and I thought he loved me, but when I asked him to dump his girlfriend for me, he laughed in my face and told me I was a worthless fag who was good for one thing alone.

I was obviously devastated, so I said I'd never put out to him again, but he said if I refused he'd do good on his promise and out me, but after I cried and begged him not to do it, he said fine, he wouldn't out me, but he never wanted to see my 'faggy ass' near him again.

Doing what he asked was easy enough, since we were awfully close to graduation and I asked my mom to fly me out of state to spend the summer with my grandparents.

I never saw Cody again – thank God! – but what I experienced with him definitely scarred me.

For one, during that summer I decided to try to be straight which was, not surprisingly, a disaster. I had sex with one girl, and at first I wasn't even hard enough to roll the condom on, but I ended up getting a semi, which was enough to get inside her. The entire encounter lasted a long time, since I kept going soft, but once she put my dick in her mouth trying to get me hard, I closed my eyes and pretended it was a guy and I got a semi again. 

Second, after confirming I was indeed 100% gay, I decided to try having sex again, but I never bottomed again. I knew not every guy would be as much of an asshole as Cody had been, but I still wasn't okay with the idea of letting someone have that much control over me. I wanted to be the one in control now. Besides, I had a major growth spurt that year, and I started getting body hair, so I was attracting smaller guys that wanted to bottom anyway.

By the time I met Danny freshman year of high school, I had gotten around enough to know what I was doing and what I wanted, which was his ass. I was so extremely hot for him I had to cover my crotch with a book or something whenever I was near him, but as I got to know him, I realized there was more to my feelings for him than just lust. I liked everything about him, not just his drool-worthy body.

I was even more attracted to him than I had been to Cody, and that scared me, which was why I basically turned into a man-whore when I was 15.

I have always looked older than my age, and by then I already looked 18, plus I was tall, hot and I knew it, so getting into bars and finding someone to fuck was not hard for me, but none of those nameless, faceless twinks did anything for me.

Sure, they were hot and skilled more often than not, but they weren't Danny. They weren't my adorable sweet innocent wet dream.

Sophomore year I realized I was in love with him, and I had to have him, so I came out to my mom, brother, and Danny himself.

It took all the courage I had to come out to him, so when he completely misread my intentions by taking it as me just confiding in him as a friend, I was too much of a chicken to correct him. After that, I didn't care anymore, so I told Rachel and everyone else.

I realized then I'd never have him, since I had so obviously been friend-zoned, so I went all man-whore again, until a few days ago at the bonfire.

Anyway, that was then, and now I had him, sprawled out on his bed, naked, and moaning to my skilled mouth and throat.

If there was one thing that I was grateful to Cody for it was making me such a good lay.

*

After Danny came like a volcano in my mouth, he eagerly went back to trying to get my whole dick in his mouth, and he surprisingly didn't gag when he ALMOST took me down to the root. Yup, my baby was a quick learner.

When we were both sated, we just laid there on his bed and made out for a long time.

When I checked my phone it was 12:30pm, so I put my clothes back on and kissed him one more time.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay baby?" I asked.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled with half closed eyes.

"I love you." He just smiled and closed his eyes. I put the blanket over him and kissed his temple.

Before I closed the door to his room, I just stood on the doorway for a while, admiring his beauty and wondering how in the hell I got so lucky to have him. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve him, but I desperately hoped I got to keep him.

I closed his door quietly and turned towards the hall, when I saw Danny's dad standing there and my heart stopped beating for a second.

"Holy fuck!" I whispered, and suddenly remembered who I was talking to. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Morrison, but you scared the crap outta me."

"Yeah, well, imagine how I felt when I came out of my room an hour ago after hearing some noise and finding my son sneaking his boyfriend into his room."

My eyes widened and I lost all color on my face.

Mr. Morrison sighed and pinched his nose.

"Look, Jake," he said. "I know you guys have been lying to us. You've obviously been dating for far longer than you say you have, and honestly, that's fine. I've gotten to know you the past few years, and I know you're a great kid." He put his hand on my shoulder. "You're good for my son, but I can't have you guys having sex across the hall from me and my wife and being so loud. She doesn't know anything about this and I want it to stay that way. I know you guys are young and in love, I can see it in your eyes, so I'm not gonna ask you to stop, but you need to be more quiet, alright?" I nodded, too shocked to do anything else. He padded my shoulder, turned around and walked back to his room. "Good night," he said on his way. "Lock the door behind you."

I stood there in the hallway taking it all in. He knew we were having sex, thought we'd been doing it for a long time, and he was okay with it. It certainly beat him knowing the truth. He probably wouldn't be okay with us having sex four days after we started dating, but he didn't need to know that, and Danny didn't need to know his dad knew about this either. He'd die of embarrassment.

Shaking my head with a smile on my face, I walked down the stairs, crossed the dark kitchen and walked out the back door, making sure to lock it before.

As I made my way home, I thought of how great life was, and I actually couldn't wait for the Halloween party. Danny was right, I was his man, and as much as he wanted to parade me around, I wanted everyone to know he was mine.



Earning Danny Ch. 06



Danny's Point of View

I closed my locker and put my book under my arm.

"Are you serious?!" Rachel whispered.

"Yes!" I said.

"Oh, my god, if that happened to me I would die!" she exclaimed as we walked through the crowded hall to our next class.

"That would never happen to you," I said. "You don't have a boyfriend to sneak into your room at night."

She giggled. "But you do."

I sighed dreamily and smiled. "Yes, I do." We both laughed.

"No, but seriously," she said, getting serious. "I can't believe your dad knows about this and you're not freaking out."

*

The previous night, after Jake and I... got intimate... again... I was about to fall asleep when I heard whispering through the door. I got up and leaned on it to listen, and I heard my dad telling Jake he knew what we were doing and, surprisingly, was okay with it.

*

"Well," I told Rachel. "He said it was fine, though he thinks we've been together longer than we have, but I'm not about to correct him. I don't want my dad thinking I'm an easy lay. If that happened, then I would die."

"You're not, though," she said. "You actually haven't gotten laid, like, ever. And considering you're a guy, 18, and dating someone who's head over heels in love with you and is obviously dying to get in your pants, you are definitely not an easy lay."

I laughed.

"Seriously," she said. "You guys should do it already."

"Rachel!" I said. "We've been dating for five days today!" We reached our classroom and walked in.

After we were seated, next to each other, of course, she flipped her long blonde hair out of her face and looked at me.

"Officially, yes, you've been dating since last friday, but you've practically been together for three years. I mean, seriously, I knew Jake was gay even before he came out just by looking at you guys. They way you guys talk to each other, they way he looks at you, the fact that he's always hugging you for no reason, kissing your cheek, how jealous he got when you talked about Steven..."

She went on and on, and I realized she was right... about everything. Jake had been my boyfriend without either one of us realizing it basically since we met.

Funny that...

I smiled.

"I know what you're thinking," Rachel said.

"What?" I asked.

"You're thinking about it. Having sex with him."

"Rachel!" I whispered. She wasn't that loud, but still, we were in the middle of a classroom full of people I knew. I blushed furiously.

"You are," she defended, and of course I was. "It's okay, though, you have the perfect opportunity tomorrow night."

I frowned, confused, but then it suddenly clicked in my head. The Halloween party!

The teacher walked in and we had to stop talking, but I could see Rachel looking at me from my side view.

She was right... it was the perfect opportunity.

*

Jake's Point of View

I was standing at the cafeteria in line, waiting to get my food, when I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Moss!"

I cringed. I recognized that voice. Steven Price... Danny's ex.

"What's up?" I asked casually, but without looking back towards him. Mike and Ian were standing next to me, looking uncomfortable for the confrontation that was sure to come. They were part of Danny's close group of friends, along with the girls: Rachel, Nora and Sarah, so they knew Danny had dated and just broken up with Steven.

"Nothing much," he said, coming up next to me. "Just found out you're dating that fag boy Daniel. Wanted to see if it was true."

Was the jealousy I heard in his voice? I'm pretty sure it was.

My jaw clenched and I balled my fists as I turned to look at him. He was actually a pretty good looking guy, but he was an insufferable asshole.

He was 5'11, lean but nicely muscled, which I knew from watching him shower after football practice, and he was well proportioned, if you know what I mean, but not as much as me. Still, it was a pretty decent size, and he had a handsome face with brown eyes and blonde hair, but, God, that attitude! It made me want to punch his pretty little mouth closed.

Controlling my temper, I smiled. "Yeah," I said cheerily. "It´s tru. I'm dating the same fag you were dating up until last friday."

Steven's smug smiled disappeared and he lost all color on his face. He turned to Mike and Ian, panic shown all over his face. He didn't know anyone knew about his 'secret.'

"Don't worry," I told him. "They already knew. So do I, and don't you forget that."

It was his turn to clench his jaw and ball his fists, obviously understanding my threat, and he walked off with a huff.

I'd wanted to punch him, but calling him out and making him vulnerable was just as good.

*

After grabbing our lunches, me and the guys went and sat at our table, were Danny was already sitting with Rachel and the girls.

"Hey baby," I greeted him with a quick peck on the lips. "How's your day going?"

"Good," he said with a smile. "Rachel and I were talking about the Halloween party again. It's tomorrow, and we still don't have our costumes."

"Danny, I don't like wearing costumes," I complained.

"You can wear your football uniform," Mike suggested.

"That's a good idea!" Danny said.

"Yeah," Mike went on. "Me and a few of the other guys on the team were talking and we're all wearing our uniforms to the party."

"Okay, then," I said. "That's a costume I don't mind wearing. But what about you, Danny? What're you gonna wear?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I'll think of something."

We ate our lunch and chatted some more, and when the bell rang we went to class.

A few hours later, when school was done, I went to the parking lot towards my car, and like always, Danny was already there waiting for me.

"Hey," I said with a peck to his full pink lips.

"Hey," he answered, smile bright. Once we were inside the car, and Danny's hand safely inside mine, he turned to look at me. "Guess what?" he asked as I started the engine.

"What, baby?"

"My mom just texted me. She says she's going out to lunch with some friends, and she's not gonna be home for a while, and dad's still at work, so..." He wiggled his eyebrows. He was so cute. I smiled.

*

Ten minutes later, Danny and I were going up the stairs to his room, shedding our clothes and trying to kiss in the process.

By the time we reached his bedroom door we were both naked, and like he always did, Danny was trying to suck my tongue into his mouth.

We went in, him walking backwards without letting go of my mouth, pulling at my hair, and when his legs hit the bed, I grabbed him and threw him onto it, separating us.

When he bounced on the bed, Danny giggled, but soon I was on top of him and smothering him with my mouth again. Meanwhile, he was making those sexy whimpering sounds of his and pawing at my back and waist, trying to bring us closer together.

I broke away from our kiss and started kissing and licking the side of his neck, and he resumed pulling at my hair while he panted. I made my way down his collarbone, to his nipples, then down the deep valley that bisected his abs, and dove into his bellybutton with my tongue, like I had done after our first date.

As I was doing this, Danny started moaning louder, arching his back and thrusting himself into my face.

"Jake," he said with a voice full of need. "Please..."

I knew what he wanted, since his need was poking me in the chin at the moment, it was so hard.

Leaving his navel, and with no further due, I slid down a little lower on him and took his whole penis in my mouth in one gulp.

"God!" Danny screamed. "Yes!"

I was about to pull off and tell him to quiet down, but then I remembered his parents weren't home. The neighbors could still probably hear him, but so what?

I started bobbing up and down, licking the underbelly of my beautiful boyfriend's cock, then pulling back and doing it again, until he was like one giant nerve.

"Oh, god, Jake!" Danny said. "I'm gonna cum!"

As soon as he said that, I pulled back until only the head of his pretty dick was in my mouth, and I used my hand to jerk him off.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Danny exclaimed.

A second later he came, hard, in my mouth and I continued to jerk him off until the flood finished.

When I sensed he was done, I swallowed, taking my time to savor all of his juices. He was a little salty, but mostly sweet, like everything else about him. He was perfect.

I pursed my lips and pulled off with a pop, making Danny whimper. He was over-sensitive after having just came. I let go of his softening dick and got up on my knees in the bed.

"What did you think, baby?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Was it good?"

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the pillow, melting into the bed. "Oh my god..." he whispered. "That was fucking heaven!"

I laughed. "I'm glad you approve." I laid down and pushed him onto his side so I could spoon him from behind.

He sighed contentedly when I put my arms around him and put his own on top of them. I kissed the back of his neck.

"Wait," he said. "You didn't finish."

He probably felt my erection poking the back of his leg.

"That's okay," I said. "You're tired."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Danny whispered after a second.

"Hey," I said, dislodging our arms and pulling him onto his back. I raised myself and looked down into his beautiful, regretful eyes. "You don't have to apologize. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."

"Yes there is," he said, taking me by surprise and grabbing my dick in his hand. He squeezed. I yelped. How embarrassing. "It's just..." he said. "I haven't really learned how to do it, and... I'm sorry, it just feels like so much work, but you make it look like it's so easy. It's frustrating."

"Danny," I said, reaching my hand up to touch his face. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I don't want you to be frustrated when you're with me. I won't ask you to do anything you don't like."

"I do like it!" he said. "But it's frustrating to know I'm not doing it right. I mean, I love how you taste, and feeling you in my mouth, but I can't take all of it, and that frustrates me."

"You don't have to take all of it," I assured him. "What you've done so far is amazing. You don't have practice, but when you do it... I don't know, it feels like... I don't know." I laughed nervously. "It feels weird to say it, but the way you do it feels like worship, and I love it."

Danny smiled and squeezed my cock again. "It is worship," he said, and his eyes went to my cock. "It's so perfect, and long, and thick, and pretty... it's meant to be worshipped." He leaned down and kissed the tip, and I almost collapsed.

"See?" I asked. "That's wonderful. You're already amazing. I have more practice, but you'll get there."

"Don't say that!" he said, suddenly mad.

I was shocked. I didn't think I'd said anything wrong, but I obviously had, and even though he looked really mad, Danny didn't push me off him, and he didn't let go of my penis.

"What did I say?" I asked.

"You keep saying how you're so experienced, how much practice you've had, and it makes me sick! I know you're not a virgin like me, and I know you've been around, but you're mine now. Hearing you say that makes me think of all the other guys that were before me, and that makes me angry. I don't want to think about anyone else touching you. You're mine now, Jake. This," he said, squeezing my dick again, "is mine. It may be attached to your body, but it's mine, you hear me?"

I could not believe it. Danny was jealous, and he was being possessive. I loved it.

"Yes," I managed to say before I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked, trying to stay mad, but his smile betraying him.

"I'd never seen you like this. I like it."

"Well, I don't," he said with a smile. "So stop making me jealous."

I kissed him. "Okay. I promise I won't talk about it again. From now on, I have no past. I'm a virgin for you, Danny."

He smiled. "Perfect. For that, you get a reward." As soon as he said it, his grip on my dick loosened a little and he slid his hand down, then up, and then down again.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as he slowly and leisurely masturbated me.

He raised himself up and pushed at my chest.

"Lay back, babe," he said in a sweet voice that I was starting to notice he only used when we were being intimate.

I did as he asked, closing my eyes and leaning back until I was lying flat on the mattress, head on the foot of the bed. Danny straddled my thighs and grabbed a hold of my dick again. Then I realized -- he'd called me babe.

My eyes snapped open. "Wait a second," I said, and Danny stopped mid stroke. "Did you just call me babe?"

"Yeah," he answered with a sultry smile. "Is that okay?"

"It's fucking perfect," I said, and he smiled again.

Then he leaned down and spit on my cock, lubing it up before taking it back in both hands, twisting and stroking my cock slowly, lovingly, and with a look of wonder on his beautiful face.

"God, baby," I moaned. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I grabbed his solid, toned thighs in my hands while he made love to me with his hands.

"Is that good?" he asked quietly.

"It's magnificent," I whispered, eyes closed, toes curling and hands squeezing tanned, toned muscle.

Danny spit on my dick again and picked up his pace, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I started moaning like crazy, and then Danny took the head in his warm, wet and wonderful mouth, teasing the slit with his tongue, and that was it.

I came forcefully, shooting jet after jet of hot jizz in his mouth, and he never backed off, swallowing every single drop even after I was done cumming, licking it all off and leaving my dick slick and shiny with his saliva.

I took him by one arm and pulled him on top of me, claiming his mouth as mine and sucking his tongue into my mouth like he always did to me.

"I love you so much, Danny," I said when we pulled off, both panting and struggling for breath. "So... so fucking much."

He just looked into my eyes for a long minute, and I knew. He loved me too.

He leaned down and we kissed again, rolling around on the bed until I was on top of him, then again until he was back on top, and then we kissed some more.

"If my dick is yours," I said between kisses, "then this is mine." I grabbed two handfuls of his voluptuous and firm round butt. "It's mine and no one else can have it."

"No," he panted, also between kisses. "No one. It's yours. Only yours."

His words made me even hornier than I already was, knowing he was submitting himself to me like that, and I just had to have him.

I knew it wouldn't happen right then, since his first time should be special and beautiful - he deserved that - but it would have to happen soon. Really soon.

*

Half an hour and a lot of kissing later, we were dressed and watching TV cuddled in the living room when his mom walked in.

"Hey boys," she greeted us when she saw us.

"Hey mom," Danny replied.

"Hey Mrs. Morrison," I said.

"How was your day today?" she asked, sitting down on the other couch. "Anything interesting happen?"

Boy, if only she knew.

"No," Danny replied, and I just knew he was smiling. "Same as always."

She smiled. "What are you watching?"

After the show we were watching was over, I decided to go home, so I said bye to Danny's mom and kissed him at the door, where he stood until I drove off.

*

Danny's Point of View

As soon as I saw Jake pull away from the driveway, I closed the door and ran up to my room. Once there, I took my phone and called Rachel.

"Hey Danny boy," she answered cheerfully. "What're you up to? I'm bored."

"Perfect," I answered. "I need to talk to you. Come over."

"I'll be right there," she said and hung up.

That was why she was my best friend. If I needed her, she was there as soon as humanly possible, no questions asked, and she knew I'd do the same for her.

Not a minute passed when I heard the front door open. Being Rachel, she obviously didn't need to knock. I heard her say hi to my mom and tell her she was coming up to my room, and then the door opened.

"Danny," she said, looking kind of scared. "What's wrong? Did you and Jake have a fight?"

I shook my head. "No. But he was here earlier, and... something happened." She approached the bed and sat next to me.

"What is it?" she asked. "What happened?"

"Well, we... you know...?" She smiled and nodded. "And it was a little more intense than the other times. It was... more intimate, more... meaningful. He's so wonderful, Rachel, but then he started saying how much experience he had, and I just snapped. I told him to stop talking about his past, because just thinking about him with someone else makes me jealous. And I... god, this is so embarrassing... I... I told him he was mine." Rachel smiled again and tried to cover it with her hand, but it was enough to make me blush. "I got all clingy and stuff, but he was so amazing about it. He didn't make me feel embarrassed. He actually said that he was mine, and then he said that I was his too... and I agreed."

Rachel couldn't contain herself anymore.

"Oh, my god!" she said and playfully slapped my arm. "You guys don't waste any time, do you? That's perfect!"

"That's not it, though," I said. "After all of that happened, I... made a decision." She looked at me expectantly. "I'm gonna do it. I'm having sex with Jake tomorrow night after the party."



Earning Danny Ch. 07



Hey guys! Sorry I've been absent for such a long time, but I was busy. First it was the end of the semester, then the holidays, then the beginning of the semester, and well, you get the picture, it's a vicious cycle. Anyway, I'd thought of just giving up on the story altogether, since I never have the time to write, but so many of you have commented and e-mailed me so many nice things saying you like my story that I couldn't leave you hanging like that, but I still don't usually have time to write. So, I decided to give this story some closure, but I do have more ideas for it (i.e. Steven) so I'd like you guys to tell me if you'd like to read more of this so I can write another story in the future, either a continuation of Earning Danny or a spin off. Anyway, it's in your hands.

Here's the final chapter of Earning Danny, hope you enjoy!

*

Jake's Point of View

Finally. It was Thursday, and not only that, Halloween, which meant tonight would be the party, and I had something special planned for Danny afterwards. I couldn't wait.

The whole day was a blur; I couldn't focus on anything the teachers were saying, and for a million dollars I wouldn't be able to tell you what Mike was saying to me as we walked to the parking lot. All I could think about was my sweet beautiful Danny, who I was fantasizing of finally making love to tonight.

As I reached my car, and my Danny, Mike left, saying he'd see us later tonight, and I greeted my boyfriend with a peck on the lips.

"Hey," he said with a smile. "You seem happy. What are you thinking of?"

"Tonight," I said. "After the party." I saw him blush, and I know he knew what I meant.

We got in my car and I started driving. After a few moments of silence, I squeezed his hand. "Baby?" I asked, and he turned to look at me with those big beautiful blue eyes of his.

"Yeah?"

"Uhm..." Suddenly, I was out of words.

"It's okay," he said, squeezing my hand. "Go ahead. Tell me."

I cleared my throat. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page here... I mean... I love what we've been doing... but I was thinking maybe you'd be ready for... I don't know... more?"

I let the question hang there, holding his hand and staring straight ahead at the road, but then I heard Danny chuckle, and I turned to see him smiling sexily at me.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I think I'm ready for... more."

Great, I thought, now he's mocking my nervousness, but if he's making jokes, it means he really is okay with this.

Perfect. Plan still in place.

"Alright," I said cheerily, and Danny laughed.

Once we got to his house, instead of going in for a while like I normally did, I just dropped him off and went home, since we both needed time to get ready for the party, and our own little afterparty. We hadn't talked about it outright, but we both knew it was time.

*

A few hours later, I was showered and dressed in my football uniform, minus the helmet, and I took out my phone to check the time.

9:30 pm. I checked my room one more time, making sure I had all I needed.

The bed was neatly made and sprinkled with rose petals, I had candles on my dresser and nightstand, and inside said nightstand I had a bottle of lube and two condoms.

It'd been an internal debate for me buying those condoms. I'd thought about getting a box, but maybe that would be presumptuous, thinking we'd use that many, but I also didn't want to get just one. I'd done it multiple times in one night before, and this being Danny, I'd probably be hard all night.

That said, I bought two condoms and put them in the drawer.

After saying bye to my mom and making sure she was still going through with our plan, I got in my car and drove to Danny's.

Once I parked in front of his house, I took a deep breath, got out of the car and went to knock on his door.

His dad opened, and he said Danny wasn't ready yet, so I should come in and sit with him for a second. I agreed, and we sat down in front of the TV for a few minutes, and he asked me a about school and football.

Then, Danny came into the room, and though I wouldn´t say anything to hurt his feelings, I was a little disappointed by his choice of costume. He was wearing a brown robe and a magician´s hat. His face still looked beautiful, it couldn't help it, but Danny's sexy little body was all cover up by the brown and baggy atrocity.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me as he entered the room.

"Hey baby," I said, standing up. I kissed him on the cheek and put an arm around his waist. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," he said, and turning to his parents, "Don't wait up. The party will end really late, so I'll probably just crash there."

"Danny," his dad said with a tone of condescendence, "you can tell us if you're going to Jake's. It's fine. We trust you guys."

Danny turned crimson, having been caught. Apparently he was on the same page as me, since I was planning on having him sleep on my bed with me that night.

"Well," Danny said nervously, "see you guys later then. Bye." Taking me by the hand, he quickly pulled me out the door and to my car. Once we were leaning on it and far away from the door, he let out the breath he'd been holding. "Oh my god!" he said. "How the hell does he do that?! It's like he can read my mind!"

I laughed. "He's your dad, baby. It's what they do. Besides, you're a terrible liar."

He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to look hurt, but then he smiled. He knew it was true.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, looking up at me from under his lashes.

"It was," I said, kissing the tip of his nose.

A few minutes later, we were sitting in my car and I was driving to Mike's house. He was hosting the party. His parents were really wealthy and his house was huge, so every time someone wanted to throw a party they'd ask Mike to host it. He always did, and his parents didn't mind, since he was a nice guy, never got in trouble, played football but didn't neglect academics; all in all he was a pretty good guy and my best friend. He was my equivalent of Danny's Rachel.

Once we got to Mike's street, I had to park really far away, since there were so many cars there wasn't space anywhere near the house, so I parked, and as I killed the engine and ran around to the other side to Danny, my jaw dropped.

Danny had taken off his stupid magician hat, and when he pulled off his robe, I noticed his real costume.

He was wearing his cross country uniform -- his really, really short and impossibly tight shorts and tank top. He looked delicious. That tank top displayed his beautifully toned arms and torso, and those shorts! Oh god, those shorts! They were so short and tight they displayed his beautiful strong, muscled, and silky smooth legs, and noticing I was staring, Danny did a little twirl for me, and I'm pretty sure I started drooling when I saw him from behind. The uniform did a wonderful job of showing off his tiny waist and the curve of his beautiful bubble butt.

"Holy shit, Danny," I said, trying to get my bearings. "Is that your costume?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling at me. It wasn't his usual smile, it was the same one he gave me that afternoon in the car -- the sexy one. He was being very flirtatious today, and I loved it. "Why, what did you think?" he asked, hooking his hands behind my neck. "That I was gonna wear that stupid bag all night? I just didn't want my parents seeing me like this. We're still on the honeymoon stage, babe, I gotta make myself sexy for you." He said all this with a smile, and then bit his lip lightly. I was rock hard in a second.

"You don't need to do shit to be sexy, Danny. You're already the sexiest fucking thing in the world." And with that, I grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed our mouths together, not that he was complaining, since he immediately opened up for me. 

He pulled back soon after, and smiled at me. "Have I ever told you how sexy you look in your uniform?" he asked, stroking my stubble with one hand. "You look very manly."

"And you look like a wet dream in yours," I said before claiming his mouth again.

After kissing for a few seconds, I couldn't help myself any longer, and my hands trailed down his back to his firm round buttocks and I started kneading them in my palms as we kissed, while Danny rubbed his hands across my chest.

"Okay!" Danny said, pulling back from our kiss with a loud pop. "We can't do this here, mister. Someone could see us."

"What do you say we go back to my place then?" I suggested, still grabbing onto his generous ass.

"No," he said firmly, and he must've been the hurt on my face for the quick dismissal, 'cause he soon rectified, "I mean not yet," with a smile. "We said we were coming to this party and we're already here. We should go in."

"Alright," I said with a sigh. "But I'm only doing this 'cause I love you." It wasn't really a sacrifice, I was looking forward to this party, but I just wanted an excuse to tell him that I loved him. It was my hope that if I kept saying it, he'd eventually feel comfortable enough to say it back.

Instead of answering, Danny just smiled and kissed me sweetly on the lips. It was a deep, powerful kiss, but it was brief, and soon he grabbed my hand and after locking the car, we walked hand in hand down the sidewalk towards the house.

*

To say the party was fun would be a huge understatement. It was a blast.

As soon as we entered, we were greeted by an already pretty drunk Mike, who gave us both a bear hug and said he was glad we'd made it. When Mike drank, which wasn't often, he got very affectionate.

"I love you guys so much!" he kept telling me and Danny, and pretty much everyone at the party, really, and he kept introducing us to people as "the two morons who finally got together." It was adorable for a few minutes, but then we managed to get away from his drunken hugs and went to the kitchen to get some drinks.

After both me and Danny got a few drinks, we were warmed up and went into the living room where, furniture pushed aside, people were dancing, and it was so much fun, dancing with Danny, feeling the buzz and not caring anyone would notice the way I looked at him anymore. What was even better was the way he kept grinding on me, pushing his butt into my groin, then turning around and kissing me right there in front of everyone.

Rachel was there too, her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a short and very tigh nurse costume. She looked very sexy... you know, for a girl.

At the end of the night, every single person at the party must've told us at least once how cute of a couple we were. Everyone except for one person: Steven Price.

He kept looking at us sideways when he thought we couldn't see him, and when Danny left me sitting on one of the couches to get us some new drinks from the kitchen, Steven followed him, and I knew he was up to no good.

*

Danny's Point of View

I went into the kitchen to grab Jake and myself some more drinks, but after deciding I was buzzed enough for the night, I just poured us some coke onto the cups and started heading back into the living room when a guy in a football uniform stood in my way.

"Hey," I said, instinctively thinking it was Jake, but when he didn't respond I forced my bleary eyes too look at him, and I realized he wasn't as tall as my boyfriend, and he was blonde. "Steven!" I said. "Hey, sorry, thought you were Jake." I chuckled to myself. That wasn't really funny, but in my state everything was funny. Apparently Steven didn't feel the same, 'cause he didn't laugh, so I tried to walk past him out of the kitchen, but he stepped into my path, preventing me from escaping, and I turned to see his face -- his red, angry face. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

"How dare you?!" he snarled, startling me.

"What are you talking about?" I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and the room was starting to spin.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, you hypocritical piece of shit! How could you do this to me?!"

"Hey! Back the fuck off him!" I heard from behind him, and then Steven was pulled back and pushed out of my way by Jake.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Steven screamed, and the music stopped. The party had suddenly stopped, and everyone was looking at us in silence now, waiting to see what was gonna happen. "You touch me again and I will break your fucking hand!" Steven continued, and when he tried to take a step toward Jake, he stumbled and had to grab onto the wall in order to stay afoot, and I, as everyone else, realized just how drunk he was.

"You motherfucker!" Steven pointed his finger at me once he got his balance back, and Jake stood beside me, an arm possessively and protectively thrown over my shoulder. "How could you leave me for him? You don't even like him, you're just trying to get back at me. I bet you even let him fuck you, just to spite me!" I gasped. I couldn't believe this was happening -- Steven was drunkenly outing himself in front of everyone. "Am I right?" he asked, this time to Jake. "Have you fucked him yet?" I could tell Jake was ready to strike him, but I put an arm around his waist and squeezed him, telling him to stay there. "You fucking slut!" he yelled at me again. "I wooed you for two months, and you never even gave me a blowjob, and now this asshole shows up and you let him fuck you in six days? You whore!"

That was it. I let go of Jake, silently giving him the go, and his fist made contact with my ex's nose half a second later.

"Ow! Motherfucker!!" Cried Steven from the floor, and Mike and Ian hurried to stop Jake from hitting him again, while some other people helped Steven to his feet, and I approached him.

"You can talk about me all you want," I told him quietly, but the room was so silent I'm sure everybody heard me. "But you will not talk about this relationship. What Jake and I do or don't do is none of your fucking business, and yes, you may have 'wooed' me for two months," I made sure to add the air quotes, "but Jake has been doing it for three years, and he has never once pushed me to do anything I don't want to do, which is something I can't say about you. And by the way, you're the one that broke up with me, so you have absolutely no right to be judging me for moving on. Stay the fuck out of our relationship and our lives." Without further due, I grabbed Jake's hand in mine and walked out of the house.

*

Jake and I walked hand in hand silently down the sidewalk. Neither one of us said anything until we were both sitting in the car and the engine started. Then Jake took my hand again and squeezed it.

"Thank you baby," he said, looking down. When he looked up, I saw his eyes brimmed with tears. "Thank you for standing up for our relationship. You have no idea how much that meant to me."

I reached out to him and hugged him tightly, and when he hugged me back and started shaking, I knew he was crying.

I had to do something. I had to comfort him. And that's when I knew. It was time.

"Jake," I said, and pushed him back lightly with my hands on his chest. He still had his arms around my back, and he looked at me with his beautiful bright green eyes. "I love you." His eyes welled up again, and his bottom lip trembled. I raised my right hand to his beautiful face and caressed his cheek. "I love you, Jake Moss. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Baby..." he whispered, and next thing I knew, I was pushed back into the car door and Jake's tongue was inside my mouth.

It was an intense kiss -- more so than usual. It was sweet and tender, but passionate nonetheless. Like I'd told Rachel, Jake was an amazing kisser. I just wished I'd been the one he'd learned to kiss like that with, but, oh well, he was mine now, and I'd be dammed if I let him go.

"Let's go," I found myself saying before I realized it. "Let's go to your house. Now. I need you, Jake. Right now."

He groaned and bit his lip. "God, baby," he said. "I need you too. So bad. I love you so fucking much." Then, after kissing me for another minute, he put the car into gear and sped out of there.

*

Jake's Point of View

Ten minutes later, Danny and I were naked, rolling on my bed together.

As soon as we got inside my room, he saw the rose petals and candles, and he jumped on top of me, kissing me all over.

"Oh my god, Jake," he said between kisses. "This is so romantic. I love you."

I tried to suppress the tears that sentence brought into my eyes and smiled my most sincere smile to him. "I love you too, baby," I said. "I want to make this special for you. You deserve it."

He grabbed both my hands in his and looked up at me with a shy little smile. "So this is it, then? We're doing it?"

I leaned down and kissed his full lips. "Yeah. We are." I saw then in his eyes the last thing I wanted to see -- hesitation. "Unless you don't want to," I quickly added. "If you're not ready, I'll wait as long as you need."

"No," he said, shaking his head quickly. "I don't need any more time. I want this. I want you -- right here, right now... I'm just a little nervous."

I smiled. "Don't be. Baby, you have nothing to be nervous about. I love you, and I'll take care of you, I promise. I won't hurt you."

"I know," he said, putting his arms around my neck. "I trust you. And I love you too."

After that, clothes flew off, and the next thing I knew, Danny was straddling me and grinding his gorgeous naked ass into my swollen penis while I massaged his ass.

I loved the fact that his butt, his legs, and everything else about him was shaved smooth. That way I could run my hands all over his toned and slightly tanned little body and feel only soft, warm skin.

I, on the other hand, was more on the pale side, and my chest, legs and arms were covered in soft dark hairs, and I'd never really given it much thought, but the way Danny kept rubbing it, sliding his hands all over me, caressing my chest and abs while we kissed, it made it seem like he was really into it, and it made me like it too.

I kept grabbing and kneading the firm globes of his luscious ass, and eventually started sliding one spit soaked finger up and down the crack of his ass, causing him to moan lustfully.

"Do you have lube?" Danny asked all of a sudden. "I want you. Now."

"Yeah," I nodded frantically, trying to catch my breath. In case I hadn't said so, Danny was a fantastic kisser. The way he sucked my tongue into his mouth made me think of something else I could be putting in there. "But that'll come later. First I have to get you ready."

He looked confused for a second, but in a flash I had him lying on his stomach on the bed, and after retrieving the lube from the nightstand, I settled myself behind his butt.

"Wha --?" he started to ask, but it turned into a moan when I parted his cheeks with both hands and dove in face first.

I had dreamed of doing this for the past three years, but no fantasy I could have ever conjured could possibly compare to having Danny and his beautiful body laid bare in front of me, completely at my disposal. To have him naked, moaning and writhing under my tongue's ministrations on his beautifully smooth pink hole was a dream come true.

"Oh... god... Jake," Danny moaned, burying his face in my pillow and fisting the sheets. "I never... imagined... uhhh... oh god!... so good..."

I continued licking the beautiful rosebud that is Danny's sphincter, alternating between broad sweeps of my tongue from his perineum to the base of his spine and pursing my tongue and pushing it into his slowly widening hole.

As Danny relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of getting rimmed for the first time, his hole opened up enough to let the tip of my tongue inside, and I removed my right hand from parting his ass to open the bottle of lube.

Once I had my index finger nice and slick, I removed my face from the place that had officially become my favorite place on earth, and I started sliding the lubed finger up and down his cleft, massaging and caressing the little wrinkles around his hole, and closing in on the center. After a few seconds, I put my finger on the target and slowly pushed in, and it was surprisingly easy. Either I was doing a good job relaxing him, or Danny had done this before.




Earning Danny Ch. 07



When my finger started easily gliding in and out, I pulled it out, lubed up another one, and pushed them both in. Expecting more resistance than the last time, I again was surprised at finding almost none. Then I started pulling them out and pushing them back in, and when Danny raised his hips and rolled them, making my fingers come in direct contact with his prostate, I knew for sure he'd done this before, and I couldn't help but want to kill Steven Price.

"Jake," Danny moaned, raising and rolling his hips once more. "Please. I need more. I've done this before myself, like a million times. I'm ready. Please just make love to me, I'm begging you."

Okay, that calmed me down. So Steven hadn't done this to him, he had done it himself. That was hot. Really hot. I couldn't help but picture Danny on his bed at night, fingering himself while he, hopefully, thought of me. Still, the fact that he put his fingers in there regularly didn't mean he was ready for the real thing. I don't like bragging, but I knew I was big, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him, so I renewed my probing of his ass with my fingers and started a little scissoring motion.

"Hang in there, baby," I said. "I told you, I'll take care of you."

When his hole was relaxed enough, I added another lubed finger, and then another, and by then Danny was moaning uncontrollably while I had four fingers easily sliding in and out of him, and I knew he was ready.

While I rubbed his prostate, I reached for a condom from the nightstand with my other hand, but when Danny saw it he stopped me.

"No," he said, breathless.

"No what?" I asked, confused. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No," he panted. I was still rubbing his inner spot. "I don't want you to use a condom."

"Baby --" I started, but he stopped me.

"I know what you're gonna say, alright? We need to be safe, and you don't wanna put me at risk and all that, but I just have one question for you." He was looking past his own raised butt at me. "Have you ever had sex with anyone without a condom?"

"No," I said, and I meant it. "Never."

"Then we don't need it," he simply reasoned.

I nodded. It was true, I'd always played safe, and he was a virgin, so there was no risk of either one of us getting anything, and besides, I wanted to feel myself buried inside him without any barriers, and more than anything I wanted to mark him with my seed.

"Alright baby," I said, removing my fingers from inside him and coating my shaft with lube. "Get ready. Both our lives are about to change. We're fulfilling our destiny right now, Danny. We were born for this. You were meant for me."

He smiled seductively and raised himself onto his hands and knees. "Then who am I to go against fate?" he said, arching his back, and giving me a drool-worthy view of his stunning backside. "Let's do it. Give us what we both need, Jake. Take me."

Hearing him say that, I almost explode right there, but I held off, 'cause he was right, I had to do this. We both wanted it, we both needed it, and it was long overdue.

I grabbed him by the waist with both hands and scooted closer 'till the head of my dick came in contact with his pink hole, making us both shudder. I pushed a little and it started stretching, so I pressed harder still, but then it suddenly clamped down, shutting me out.

"Sorry," I heard Danny mumble.

"It's okay, baby," I said and started running my hands up and down his muscular back. "Just relax." He nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, his hole relaxed and the head of my dick popped in. I groaned in pleasure, feeling the soft, hot grip of his ring on my dick, and Danny let out a loud moan.

I leaned forward, resting my front on his back, supporting my weight with my arms on the bed, surrounding him, and whispered in his ear. "Baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"No," he panted, eyes closed. "It doesn't hurt, it just feels... weird. Give me a little more." I happily complied, slowly sliding one inch into his warm tunnel. He moaned again. "More." One more inch. Another moan. Another inch. More moaning. "More," Danny pleaded.

I slid all the way in, burying myself completely inside Danny's ass and grinding my hips into him.

He threw his head back and moaned.

"You okay, Danny?" I asked. "How do you feel?"

"Full," he said, breathing hard. "Really full."

I chuckled. "I figured, but what I meant was, does it hurt, or does it feel good?" We were both speaking quietly, but in the complete silence of my room all I heard was Danny's beautiful voice.

"I'm not sure yet. I think you need to move." He pushed back with his ass.

"Alright," I said, kissing his temple and straightening up, taking hold of his hips. "Just tell me if you need me to slow down, okay?"

He nodded, and I pulled my dick back about an inch, and then slowly slid back in. As my pubes made contact with his smooth cheeks, I felt the head of my dick rubbing against his prostate. There was another loud moan, and I smiled to myself. This was going perfectly. I was already buried completely inside him, and I'd managed to do that without hurting him. Now all I had to do was get him used to the thrusting. No problem -- it would be my pleasure. Literally.

I pulled back again, this time a little more, and when I started pushing back in, Danny pushed back.

"Yes," I heard him moan when I rubbed his prostate again, this time deliberately. "Go faster, Jake. I'm ready. Please, faster."

I pulled back about three inches and gave a little experimental thrust forward, which was rewarded by a deep moan from him. Gaining confidence, I started setting a pace, thrusting in and out of that beautiful boy that was my boyfriend, and Danny was making all those sexy little noises that I loved.

I have to say, up close, his muscular back, trim waist and round ass looked more magnificent than I ever could've imagined, especially with his pretty pink hole being stretched by the girth of my cock pounding in and out of him.

It had always been my perfect part of sex, to see the hole of whatever guy I was fucking stretching around my girth. It was also nice to hear them moaning, letting me know it was good for them too, but without any emotion to it whatsoever. All the emotion being shared was between my dick and their holes, but with Danny it wasn't like that. He had the most beautiful body out of anyone I'd ever fucked, but our connection didn't stop there. I loved him, he loved me, and I had to acknowledge that.

After doing him doggy style for about five minutes, I pulled out of Danny's ass and flipped him onto his back, eliciting a gasp from him. He looked a little confused for a second, but when I pushed his legs back and kneeled in between them, he realized what was going on and smiled. I smiled back.

"Is it good baby?" I asked him, sinking my whole dick inside him in one swift thrust.

He threw his head back with a gasp. "It's amazing!" he panted.

I leaned forward and covered his perfect body with mine, putting my face beside his, and whispered in his ear. "Good."

For the next ten minutes, there was no more talking, just the sound of our bodies slapping together when I bottomed out and the squishing sounds of Danny's hot ass, besides, of course, constant moaning and grunting on both our parts.

Then suddenly, Danny put both hands on my chest and pushed. "On your back," he ordered.

I was a little taken aback, but complied after a second, and as soon as I was settled on the bed, he straddled me and quickly slid down my entire shaft. He then put his hands on my chest and used them for leverage as he started bouncing up and down, impaling himself on my dick every time.

I grabbed his thighs and started thrusting up into him, meeting his thrust half way.

"God, Danny," I groaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "You're fantastic." Then I opened my eyes again, because as much pleasure as I was in, I had to see him, his strong beautiful legs straining in effort as he used them to bounce on my dick, his rock hard dick bouncing up and down as he rode me, his abs flexing and relaxing with his movements, his strong round shoulders, his graceful neck, and his gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, and his golden-brown bangs swaying back and forth. Then he opened his eyes, and his clear blue eyes pierced into my soul.

I loved Danny's eyes. They're normally the color of a peaceful morning sky, and whenever I was feeling down or stressed, all I had to do was look into his eyes and they would soothe me, but in that moment, while we were making love for the first time, looking into his eyes was like looking into blue fire. There was so much emotion in them, such strong feelings, that all they did was fuel the passion building within me, and I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, all the while thrusting my hips up into him.

We kissed and kissed, and Danny was rotating his hips in circles and squeezing his hole around me like he'd been doing this for years.

Suddenly, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my dick aching and begging for release, but I couldn't do it -- not without making Danny cum first, so I rolled us over and started fucking him missionary, picking up the pace and putting my all into it.

By that point we were both covered in sweat and the room was filled with the sounds we were making -- the moaning, the sexy whimpers coming from Danny, the loud smack of my balls against his ass, and the smacking of our lips together.

"Baby," I desperately panted. "I'm almost there. I'm so close, Danny, but I don't wanna get there without you. What else can I do for you?"

Danny's eyes opened and focused on me, and I was overwhelmed by all the love I found there.

"I'm already there," he said, smiling. "You're amazing, Jake. I'm about to blow too, I was just holding back waiting for you. I want us to do it at the same time."

I groaned and thrust harder. "Holy fuck, baby, I love you so much!"

We kissed then, and that was it, I started cumming inside Danny's ass, never missing a beat on his gorgeous backside. I fucked him all through both our orgasms, and the tight grip of his ring clamping down on me as he painted both our stomachs and chest with his cum was bliss. When we were both totally drained, my hips ground hard into my baby's body and I collapsed on top of him.

Danny's hands and legs went around me and he held me tight as we both heaved and panted, trying to get our breaths back. Then Danny started laughing, and I couldn't help but join him.

"That was awesome!" he yelled, and I laughed even harder.

"You have no idea how glad I am you thought so," I told him, kissing his temple.

"Seriously," he continued, running his hands through my hair lovingly and gazing up at the ceiling. "I'd been thinking and fantasizing about this moment for years -- ever since I first realized I was gay, and I was always scared it would never live up to the expectations I'd built for it over the years, but... my god, Jake," He looked back down at me, and we gazed into each other's eyes, and I could see his calm beautiful baby blue eyes were back. "That was perfect. It was absolutely and unbelievably perfect. Thank you. Thank you so damn much." He grabbed my face in both hands and started covering it with light kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

My eyes were tearing up, but I was smiling. I'd never been happier in my life. "I should be the one thanking you baby," I honestly told him. "You made my every fantasy come true. The fact you enjoyed this just as much as I did is incredible. For three years I'd dreamed about this moment, and now my dream came true. Thank you, baby. I fucking love you."

He laughed and gave me one more kiss. Then I settled my head on his smooth chest and he started running his fingers in my hair again, and we stayed like that for long minutes, eyes closed, breathing together and enjoying the afterglow of the best moment of both our lives.

"You know what I think?" Danny asked all of a sudden.

"What, baby?" I asked, chuckling.

"I'm thinking, if we already fulfilled your biggest dream, then we need to find you a new one. No one can go through life without a dream. We need a purpose -- a goal. Something to work for."

"I know," I said, and I kissed the side of his neck. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"I already found a new dream."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's not really a new dream, per say, it's just something I'd never allowed myself to think too much about before... but now that we're together... now that you're mine... I think it's okay to let me think about it."

"What is it?" he asked softly. "You wanna tell me about it?"

I nodded.

I took a deep breath, and just let it out.

"I want to marry you." Danny's hands stilled in my hair, and I could feel his breath catch in his chest. "Relax, baby, I'm not proposing. I'm just saying... one day... I want to marry you. When the time is right -- when we both graduate from college, get settled in our jobs, and have a house and all that -- I want us to get married and have babies." Danny giggled, letting go of the breath he'd been holding, and I looked up into his beautiful smiling face. "I love you, Daniel Morrison, and nothing will make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you."

Danny smiled and brought a soft hand to my face. "I want that too. I love you, Jacob Moss, and it would be my honor to be your husband."

Looking into the deep blue ocean that was Danny's eyes, I knew he meant every word, and I raised myself onto my hands and kissed him hard.

Danny then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me more passionately than ever. He tightened his legs' grip on my waist and pushed my once again rock hard penis deeper inside him.

"Baby, are you sure you want to go again?" I asked. I wanted nothing more than to make love to him again, but he had to be sore, and I would never want to hurt him. From now on, Danny would always come first for me.

"Yes," Danny simply said and kissed me again. "We're on our honeymoon, babe. We have to do it as many times as we possibly can." His smile was bright and beautiful, and it reaffirmed what I already knew: my Danny was perfect.

"I fucking love you Danny," I said and pushed him down against the bed as I started thrusting into him again.

"I love you too, Jake" he managed to say, before a moan ripped out of his throat as I hit his prostate, and I couldn't help but think... this was heaven.

The End.