by Zack
Saturday dawned hot. Gil opted for loose boardies in a black and red check and a pale fawn seersucker short-sleeved shirt. He wondered what his new friend would be driving, but didn’t have too long to find out. Gil blinked in surprised admiration when Danny pulled up outside. Far from the beat-up used car he expected, it was a sleek looking 1978 Corvette two-door coupe in black and gray livery, with smart sports tires.
He swung his door open as Gil came down the pathway to the sidewalk. Looking down at the boy sprawled behind the wheel, Gil saw he had on a pair of cut-off hipsters, so faded they were almost white, and a striking pink T-shirt. He also wore bright yellow briefs, which Gil could see because the elasticated edge rode well up over the hips of his low-slung pants. Danny nudged a pair of sunshades down his nose and beamed up with a broad smile. He seemed genuinely pleased to see Gil, who swung around the hood and climbed into the passenger seat next to him.
Under Gil’s detailed instruction, Danny got them to Venice. They parked and walked the block down to the beach. Skaters, joggers, strollers, street theater, skimpily dressed girls, cruising guys of both persuasions—it was all on show. Gil led the way to where a game of volleyball was in progress. As they strolled along, Gil’s radar-tuned instincts convinced him that Danny’s eyes gravitated toward the good-looking guys they passed, rather than any girls. Perception or projection? Wishful thinking again?
He steered them toward the part of the beach favored by gymnasts and body builders and found a space on a low wall to sit against. They parked their butts on the grass, spread out legs, and rested against the cement wall. Gil fretted about how to get their casual conversation around to the subject now most on his mind. In the end, he opted for the obvious.
He raised his ankles from the ground for a moment as though exercising and stretched his legs. He adjusted the front of his boardies with an apologetic grin. “Wow! Watching everyone in weather like this always gets me horny.”
Danny smiled with parted lips. “Yeah?” He tugged at the sides of his cut-offs to pull them down as far as his hips allowed. Gil glimpsed again a flash of the yellow briefs. “So what does it for you?”
“Anything hot looking.”
“Any-thing?” Danny echoed in a neutral voice.
“If it’s hot.”
“Well, how about that chick over there, the one in the red halter top?”
Gil followed the pointing hand and tried to keep the disappointment from his voice. “She do it for you?”
Danny wrinkled his nose. “Nah, mate, not really. I’m choosy.” He turned his head slowly to see Gil’s reaction. “Do you have a regular girl?”
“Sort of did, but we split up a few weeks back.” He rubbed idly at the lump in his pants. “Now I have to look at the eye candy to give me something to jack off over.”
Danny snorted with amusement. “What, out here?”
“No, you bozo, when I get home.”
“How often?”
“What…?”
“I mean, how many times a week do you wank?”
Mate. Wank? Where does he get the words from?
“That’s very personal,” Gil lisped through gritted teeth. Is this going where it’s supposed to?
“You started it.”
They sat in awkward silence for a minute, heads swaying to the rhythm of the passing parade. Gil felt frustrated. But just as he thought the trail of discussion had faded away, Danny surprised him.
“So? How often?”
Suddenly unsure of himself, Gil was disingenuous. “What?”
Danny turned to look directly at Gil. “Whack off?”
“Depends how randy I feel. Twice a day, sometimes. And you?”
Then the golden-haired boy took the wind right out of Gil’s sails. “About the same…once I’ve got a good fantasy worked up. Wanter know what got me off last night?” He didn’t wait for a reply. His gaze bore into Gil. “I creamed myself thinking of…you.”
Gil’s throat suddenly went dry. He gulped.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’ve been watching you as closely as you’ve been eyeing me. And I know it’s the blokes we’ve passed got your attention.”
“Wow,” was all Gil could manage to utter through the delicious chill that ran up and down his spine. Suddenly overcome with shyness, Gil could hardly bring himself to look Danny in eye. The overhead sun burnished Danny’s hair to gold wires, but mostly what he saw was a vision of the innocent all-American boy next door, and a face that said butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Though oddly British words come out of it.
Danny laughed delightedly at the surprise he had delivered. “I’ll tell you something else, just so you know where I stand, mate. You wanter know my favorite fantasy?”
Gil guessed this question was rhetorical as well, but he nodded his head like the suspended dog in the back of a car.
Danny lowered his eyelids, but still stared steadily at Gil, gauging his reaction as he spoke in a measured cadence. “Being shut in a room full of guys sucking and fucking, and I get to choose my partner, and we’re jostled all the time by creaming dicks.”
“You…well, you just don’t look like the type to have those kinda thoughts,” Gil stuttered. But the dirty words issuing from such an unspoiled and boyishly angelic face excited him.
Danny patted Gil’s nearest knee lightly. “Tell you what, why don’t we give up here, go back to your place, if that’s all right, where I can get those clothes off and have a good look at you. I wanted to blow you the first time I set eyes on you, but I thought you weren’t the type…”
As Danny drove, Gil thought of how the lamb taken to the slaughter had switched the fences. His own naivety amused him, but he was happy. As happy as I’ve been for a long time. He kept sneaking glances sideways at the boy reposed beside him, steering with one hand, unself-consciously playing in his lap with the other.
When they reached Gil’s home the place was deserted. “My folks must have taken off somewhere.”
“Good,” Danny said, casting curious looks around. “Got the place to ourselves.” He furrowed his brow sexily and grasped Gil around the waist, clasping his hands over the hard stomach and nestling his crotch against Gil’s butt, wiggling suggestively.
“Whoa, there! Let’s get upstairs first. The second floor’s all mine.”
As they clambered up the stairs, Gil decided it was time to take back some control. Danny flung himself down on the rucked bed, buried his head in the pillow and sniffed deeply. “Mmm, smells of you.”
“Thanks, I think…” Gil sat beside the sprawled boy and stroked his raised hip. “So what do you like best? Like fucking or getting it?”
Danny mumbled through the folds of the pillow. “Both, but getting fucked best. What do you—”
“I’m asking the questions. What about sucking?”
“Ooh yes, giving and receiving…” He cocked one eye suggestively and winked. “So long as I like the guy,” .
“Rimming?”
“Never done it.” He propped his head on his arm. “Actually, I’ve only ever been with one man before. I bet you’ve had loads.”
Gil began fiddling with the clasp of Danny’s belt. “Huh, not that many, and often not of my own will.” He pulled the belt free and Danny rolled over to make it easier to get at the fly zipper, watching with composed interest as Gil slowly drew it down. “I think I’m going to eat your ass first,” Gil murmured, relishing the expanse of bright yellow briefs and the freight still hidden beneath the cotton.
“Hey! This isn’t fair. I thought I’d gotten first dibs on your body.” Danny pushed up and grappled with Gil. For minutes they rolled and tumbled around the bed, wrestling each other for supremacy, giggling like schoolboys during recess. Gil just had the edge in strength, but he was cheerfully content to lose eventually and let Danny pin him on his back. The boy straddled his chest, cherub-face glowing with excitement. Gil’s hands were trapped, but he wriggled one free and grabbed Danny’s dick through his briefs where it bu
lged out through the gaping fly.
“Cheat!” Danny freed the other hand and began unbuttoning Gil’s shirt. Gil relaxed and let him pull the shirt up over his head. Danny swiftly reversed his position, thrusting his be-jeaned butt into Gil’s face as he shoved the boardies and undershorts down until the sneakers trapped them. These he roughly tugged off without unlacing them. Then off came the last of Gil’s covering. Gil felt the thrill of the boy’s hands running up the insides of his calves and thighs. “Ooh, you’re uncut,” he breathed out. “Like me. That’s lovely.” He stroked the now quivering length. “And it juts out so straight. Perfect.”
Gil’s voice, muffled in Danny’s butt, complained. “Now you’re not being fair. Get off me and off the bed.”
Danny did as he was ordered, pulling up the pink T-shirt over his head and trapping it at the back of his neck. He swayed his hips sideways in a frankly provocative pose. Gil rolled over and ran his tongue over the lightly tanned skin of the abdominal V, finally letting it rest on the waistband of the yellow briefs, flicking to and fro. The he moved down and tongued the hard shape of the boy’s cock, wetting the cotton. As he did so, he took hold of the undone cut-offs and tugged them down out of the way.
Danny reciprocated by swaying his torso against the pressure of Gil’s questing mouth. After a minute of this delight, Gil flipped the briefs down and let Danny’s cock bob up into his waiting mouth. “Mmmm,” was all he said as he kissed and lipped the furled pink rose of Danny’s foreskin and the pointed plum-shaped head hiding inside the sheath.
He lay back and let Danny shed his clothes, loving the way the boy’s seven inches jutted so stiffly upright and so hard that, with its gentle inward curve, the partly sheathed cock head tucked up against his flat belly. His bunched balls were naturally hairless and his slight pubic hair, almost the same color as his lightly bronzed skin, was barely visible. “You’ve been tanning bare back,” Gil tutted.
“My room has a small balcony. It’s not overlooked.”
“And that’s where you jack off…?”
“Yep. It’s about the best fun I’ve had since getting here…so far.”
Gil decided to take over again. “Kneel up on the bed doggy style. I just gotta tongue fuck you for a bit.”
Danny clambered back on the bed eagerly and stuck his rounded butt into the air. “My first time.”
Gil began by licking all around the firm rounds of Danny’s cute ass cheeks and the top of his muscled thighs. As he did so he asked, “Has anyone really fucked you?”
After a moment’s silence, the voice came back throatily. “No… I’ve sucked, and I did fuck a jock in the showers at school once when no one was around. Sometimes I use a vibrator I got in a sex shop in—Awww!”
Gil hit the sweet spot, inhaling Danny’s sexy musk as he flicked the tip of his tongue around the flaring asshole ring. The boy flexed his body, inviting Gil to ever more exertion, then gave vent to a long hissing breath as Gil’s tongue finally penetrated. Gil rotated his head violently to drive his tongue as deep as it could go and gave himself and Danny five minutes of sheer bliss.
Gil stopped and rolled Danny over onto his back, and then straddled his chest backward to push his ass in the boy’s face. Bending down, he licked the tummy muscles and belly button, half an inch from the kicking cock. Danny ran his hands over Gil’s smooth buttocks, working himself up to do what Gil had done to him. He stuck his tongue out tentatively and took an experimental lick into the inviting cleft, fluttered his tongue lower down and then softly flicked the tip over Gil’s asshole.
“Aah, eat me out, get right in there…” Gil sighed, as he kissed Danny’s cute cock head. He extended his tongue underneath the foreskin and peeled it back, pushing the head between his lips, sensing his partner’s excitement in his renewed mouthing at Gil’s hole. Gil sucked more length in, loving the way the youthful rigidity belled out his cheek. He pulled back and stroked the cock, slick with his spittle. He felt Danny’s groping hand reach between his thighs, stroke his balls, then drag his cock backward, felt the delicious frisson of wiry hair tickling his ass and the moist warmth of the boy’s mouth as he closed it over Gil’s cock.
He sensed how Danny reveled in the texture of Gil’s foreskin, working the sheath up and down with his lips, while tonguing the slit and the pool of saliva and pre-cum trapped by the extended prepuce. “That’s a lovely dick,” Danny breathed before retracting the skin and sliding his mouth down its straight length until his nose squashed up against Gil’s distended balls. After some minutes of this, Gil untangled himself and stretched out to position them for a sixty-nine. Danny greedily resumed sucking, now free to enjoy all of Gil’s cock and his balls, which had grown so hard they formed a single rounded bulk.
“We have to slow down, Danny, or I’m gonna shoot before I want to.” Gil swiveled his body to lie on top, adjusting both their cocks to cuddle side by side, pressed between the sets of hard abdominals. He looked down at the slightly parted lips in front of his own and smelled the tangy breath on his face. They hadn’t yet kissed and Gil wondered if Danny was one of those who would cringe at the thought of being snogged by another guy. Well, there was only one way to find out.
Slowly he placed his lips over Danny’s, moistening them. As if by instinct—or maybe conditioning—Danny’s lips pursed, denying access. It was a half-hearted refusal, though; he wasn’t pulling away. Gil gently persisted, letting the tip of his tongue slide left and right until he felt a slight relaxing, and then slipped into the waiting mouth. Suddenly Danny’s own tongue came alive and they teased each other briefly. Gil could feel the hunger rising in the boy and soon they were kissing deeply and wetly. The body beneath him writhed firmly against his own and Danny’s kissing became more feverish until he was licking and eating Gil’s face.
Gil desperately wanted to fuck Danny, to show him how much better than a vibrator it could be. He wanted to feel the boy’s ass grip him, to take some of his fresh new sex and fill Danny’s asshole with this own hot jism. But he wanted it to be right for Danny. He sensed the need to extend the foreplay a little longer.
He disengaged his tongue from Danny’s smiling mouth and traced it in a slow wander down the length of his body, following the familiar trail until he arrived at the tightly coiled navel with a circular lick, then lower until the tip of his tongue met the head of Danny’s twitching moist cock. He felt the electric shock pulse through the boy’s frame as though it were his own. Danny gave vent to a long, animal moan that ended in a satisfied gurgle. Gil sensed he was ready, that the moment was here. He was about to move back to the golden head to breathe suggestively in his ear, when Danny took away the need to press.
“Oh, Gil, I want you to fuck me, I want you really badly, but I’m nervous…you’re a lot bigger than my vibrator thing.”
Gil gently turned Danny over, onto his knees and spread his legs to kneel between his thighs. He lubricated his meat with copious spit then leaned over the boy, supporting himself on his hands. His cock head met with the pink asshole and he pressed slowly in. Perhaps it was because the Danny’s ass muscles were still wet and stretched from being tongue fucked, Gil didn’t know, but suddenly he was up inside more quickly than he had expected. Danny squirmed. “Oh fuck, it hurts.”
“Sshh. I’ll take it easy, promise.”
Gil lay down on the other’s stretched back and wrapped his arms around him holding him tightly.
“It won’t hurt for long. Relax and I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never been before,” he whispered in Danny’s ear as he nibbled the lobe before moving down to kiss his neck.
Slowly and gently he began to pump, each time reaching a little further up inside the virgin ass. Danny was beginning to sob and twisted his body in Gil’s strong grip. Deeper and faster, deeper and faster. Now Danny had him to the hilt, his insides completely juiced. Gil took his cock almost completely out and this time rammed it in hard. Danny snuffled against the bedclothes but then his body was no longer twisting under Gil’s
but moving in time with him, his butt coming up to meet each meaty thrust.
“Oh gosh, that’s beautiful,” Danny gasped. And now Gil knew he could let himself go and his fucking reached a new intensity as they writhed and tossed on the bed.
Danny gripped Gil’s forearms pulling him even closer, and began bucking. Gil wrapped his arms under Danny and took his slick cock, jacking it in a two-fisted grip with a rhythm that matched his ass reaming.
“I’m going to shoot…”
“Me…too,” Gil panted.
“I’m cumming…aaaahhh…shoot…give it to me, give it to me. Now! Ahhh!”
Their orgasms erupted together. Gil bit down on Danny’s back with the force of his release and Danny’s jerking cock filled Gil’s hands with hot jizz.
“Ah, don’t stop! Keep filling me.”
Gil wanted his hot creamy explosion of cum to go on filling Danny’s insides forever, and his dick stay a part of him. They hugged each other close for minutes. Gil felt more at peace than he had for a long time. When he tried to withdraw he felt Danny’s muscles tighten around him and he smiled. He rolled the boy over and began licking Danny’s cum from his belly and from his own hands. “Mmnnh, you taste as good as you look.”
Danny drew up his knees and reached around Gil’s neck to pull him close. “Thank you. I’m glad it was you who screwed me first.”
“Thank you for letting me.” He reached down for a tongue-laden kiss. As they broke apart Danny hitched sideways and glanced down.
“Oops! I made a bit of a mess on the sheet.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m sure there’s quite a bit of mine on it. Anyway, I’m well trained and do my own laundry.” Gil gazed into Danny’s eyes. “I hope you don’t think you’re getting away with a one-nighter.”
Danny looked up with a child-like, earnest expression. “No. I don’t want to. I don’t. I hoped you’d…”
“What?”
“I want to stay right here.” He grinned and cupped Gil’s wet balls in his palm. “Right here.”