by David Horne
My head got so light that everything was starting to feel like I was just dreaming. But I wasn’t. His eyes were looking for mine, and, when they found them, it was like I was no longer in control of my body. Instinctively, I got close to Daniel, stopping right in front of his body.
He didn’t move, neither did his eyes. We were staring right at each other, both with accelerated breaths, and this was probably the closest that our faces have ever been to each other. Daniel lifted his hand slowly, and I felt it touching my arm. He was tracing an invisible line that began at my hand all the way to my neck.
When his fingers reached my neck, I repeated his moves. I lifted my hand and also traced a line all the way to his neck. Surprisingly, I felt Daniel getting closer to me. In a matter of seconds, his lips were touching mine. They were cold and wet, but my mouth was burning up.
“Daniel?” shouted Michael from the locker.
He let me go almost instantly, pushing me away from him and walking away.
“Yeah, I was just showering. I’m going.” He told Michael from the inside of the showers, without going outside. When he faced me again, I saw his dick. It was rock hard, and I have never seen it excited before. It was just a few centimeters bigger than when it’s soft, but it was somewhat thicker. His foreskin was covering most of his glans, but it was a bit more stretched, allowing for more of it to be revealed.
He saw me stare at his dick and, without saying a word, he left. My dick was hard too, but I was most worried about my mind at the moment. What just happened?
I turned off the shower and headed out. Daniel was still cleaning himself in the changing room.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked him.
He didn’t look at me, and I felt like he was ignoring me.
“Daniel?”
“Just forget it,” he said.
“How?”
He put on his pants and, still shirtless, faced me with a threatening look.
“Just forget it, dude.” He said in a loud tone.
Realizing that he was making no sense at all, probably because of my confused and startled expression, he took a deep breath before talking more calmly this time.
“You like dudes, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“I just think you’re hot and wanted to have some fun.”
He thinks I’m hot? I was still in shock, trying to figure all of this out, and he saw that I was not following any of what he was saying.
“Listen,” he began. “We both get off at the same time, right?” he asked me.
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll go home with you. Meet me here after work, and we’ll talk.”
Daniel left, and I realized that I was late for work, and I’m never late. Since I still had a hard-on and my mind and body were both processing everything that just happened, I quickly got dressed and headed out the door.
Carla was waiting for me outside, with a curious expression on her face.
“Did anything happen with your ex?” she asked me as we were walking.
“He's not my ex-boyfriend,” I told her. “He’s just a longtime friend.”
She didn’t say anything else, and I appreciated that since I still had to process everything that just happened. We started the shift five minutes late, but there were no issues since we are usually never late. I had to say several times to Carla that I was sorry and for her not to wait for me next time.
During lunch break was the only time that I was able to see Daniel. He was sitting at a table with Michael and his team, and while I kept on staring at him the entire time, he never looked at me. If he was telling me the truth and he just wants to mess around and have sex with a guy, why with me?
Yesterday I said to him that I had a crush on him back in high-school and the next day he’s kissing me and telling me that I’m hot? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. For more than I wanted to talk to this with Carla, I couldn’t. As far as I know, along with everyone else, Daniel’s straight. Maybe a bit less straight after this morning.
The remainder of the day went by excruciatingly slowly. All that I could think about was talking to Daniel again. Or maybe even do more than just talking. When the time finally arrived, I got super-fast into the changing room. As I had already imagined, there were a lot of people there now.
Some guys were about to start their shift, and others, like me, were getting off. There were no signs of Daniel, but I could hear the showers running. Michael was already dressed and quickly left as I was arriving. I sat on the bench next to my locker and saw Daniel heading out of the showers.
He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, and, since his locker was right next to mine, he walked in my direction. He didn’t speak a word to me, but right before opening his cabinet, he winked at me. That small gesture was already making me sweat from nervousness.
Daniel sat down right by my side and intentionally rubbed his leg onto mine. There were still a few guys left in here, but most of them were already heading out to go. However, I could hear some showers running.
With no one looking, Daniel slipped his hand inside my pants and underwear, grabbing my dick. He pulled it out quickly when the two guys that were still changing finally left. Now, there was only someone showering. I couldn’t tell how many people were still left in there.
I took my hand underneath his towel, and it fell, revealing his hard dick. Was this his thing, having sex in public places? I confess that the circumstances of the situation were only making me hornier, so I went with it, lowering my pants and boxers down to my feet.
If someone were to walk out of the showers right now, they would catch us, but that was the whole point. However, I wonder why Daniel wasn’t afraid of it? He has somewhat of a womanizer reputation to live up to, and he even said to me yesterday that he likes women. I wonder what was going on in his head.
He took his hand to my cock and began to stroke it. I followed his lead and did the same. My heart was eager to jump out through my mouth for beating so fast, but I was still able to keep my hearing sharp for that shower running. Once I no longer heard that I would stop. But, for now, I heard it.
With our arms crossed, we were both sitting on the bench, jerking each other off frenetically. I could tell that Daniel was incredibly horny, and so was I. My eyes were staring at Daniel’s attractive naked body, and I couldn't believe that I had it at my disposal right in front of me.
He looked into my eyes and then began to take off my shirt. After throwing it away, he massaged my abs with his hand. I could hear his breath increasing. After a few more seconds of stroking, our faces got closer, our eyes locked onto each other’s, and we kissed. This time it took longer, and we both opened our mouths to share our tongues between them.
While kissing, our bodies were vibrating from the hand jobs that we were giving each other. Both of our breaths were frenetic at this point, and we were breathing quickly into each other’s mouths and faces in between kisses.
Daniel began to moan quite loudly, and I kissed him to shut him up. With his mouth trapped by mine, Daniel was letting out some aggressive moans that got muffled by my lips. I felt the cum squeezing out from his pulsating dick onto his abs and then onto my hand. I continued to jerk him off, and he kept on doing the same for me.
His lips broke from mine, and his attention was now on me. I was close to cumming, and he increased the rhythm of his hand job. I came just a few seconds later. I stopped jerking him off, but he was still holding onto my dick. Daniel’s dick remained hard, and he began to stroke mine again.
Getting ready for round two, I finally heard the showers stopping. I don’t know who was in there for so long, but it was quite odd. I covered both of us with Daniel’s towel, throwing it on top of our legs. Out from the showers comes Raja, a guy that works for Michael’s team. He looked at us but didn’t pay us any attention.
Daniel and I were covered in cum; Daniel even had some on his face, and it was apparent. Raja’s locker faced the w
all, on the opposite side of where we were. Daniel took the towel from the top of us, revealing both of our hard dicks again. He lifted his fingers up to his lips as a silence indicator. The door was on Raja’s side, so he wouldn't come back here again.
Placing his hand on my dick again felt like the first time. We kept on stroking each other’s dicks one more time, while our bodies were already covered in cum. Raja was making some noises back there, and that only made the situation more exciting.
Daniel’s lips met mine again, involving them in a soft dance. We were both calmer, but our breaths were still frenetic. This time, I came first, shooting just a bit more of my load onto Daniel’s hand. Daniel came coordinated with Raja’s locker closing shut, and his cum dripped onto my hand only a fraction of seconds later. We sealed everything with a kiss and headed for the showers.
We arrived in the showers dripping with our own cum. We both clicked on a separate shower, but Daniel pulled me into his arms and took me underneath his shower. His lips kissed mine again, more softly this time.
“Listen,” he began, still with his arms around me. “This stays just between us, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I like girls,” he explained, looking at me. “This is sex. I don’t want you to think that it’s anything else.”
“It’s cool. It’s only sex to me too,” I lied.
“Great,” he said with a smile.
“Why did we do this out of nowhere?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. I guess I wanted to know what it felt like.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah,” he revealed, laughing. “It was excellent. You gay guys are better than girls. You can separate sex from love, and no one knows the male body better than you guys.”
“You seem to talk from experience.”
“I did some things when I was in college with my dorm roommate. He was gay and better than most girls there.”
“Was he better than me?” I regretted asking this question as soon as it got out of my mouth. Why did I ask such a thing?
“Actually, no,” he revealed. “He would just give me head or a helping hand. I never did anything to him. Let alone kissing him. I don’t know why, but I wanted to do that with you. I think it’s because we’ve known each other for so long. I feel comfortable with you.”
We washed kind of romantically, with his arms always around mine, and then we left. Dressing quickly wasn’t a problem for either of us, but it was when we both left the changing room together and at the same time I realized we shouldn’t have. Carla was outside, waiting for me. She stared at us with some surprise, and Daniel was quick to avoid her.
“Daniel’s coming with us. He still doesn’t have a car.” I told her.
He waved at her, a bit embarrassed, acting utterly different from their earlier interaction. She didn’t say a word but didn’t seem bothered either. Knowing her, she was probably just sad, thinking that he might be gay. She is crazy about men.
As we approached my car, Daniel and Carla had an awkward interaction about who should sit next to me in the front passenger seat.
“No, you go,” Carla said. “I’m getting off first anyway.”
“Thank you,” replied Daniel, getting inside.
She was right, but I was starting to think that Carla was maybe a little pissed off at me. However, that was a discussion to be had alone, and not with Daniel in the car. Carla knew that, so she would probably just text me as soon as she got home.
It was a bit past 2:30pm, so there weren’t that many cars on the street at this hour. Otherwise, the 40 minutes when I drove us home with absolute silence would be more excruciating.
I stopped at Carla’s house, and she left the car without saying a word. Yeah, that confirms it: she is upset with me. A few seconds after she had closed, I resumed driving.
“Do you think she knows something?” Daniel asked me.
Daniel was staring at me, and I remained in silence. What should I say? I knew that she had some suspicions about the two of us, but, for some reason, I didn’t want to tell Daniel about it. Maybe he would stop talking to me if he knew that people were on to us.
“I don’t know,” I lied.
“That’s not good,” he said. This time, I was the one who glanced at him.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’m not gay. I like girls!” Daniel said in an assertive tone, but he was still calm.
I don’t like the fact that he keeps denying what he wants, or maybe Daniel does just like gay sex, either way, he should at least own that and come clean to himself.
“Why do you care about what they think?”
“This town isn’t like the one I came from,” he said. “Everyone knows who I am here.”
“So? Do you owe them anything?”
Daniel laughed sarcastically. “It isn’t that easy for me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Now, I was the one getting upset.
“It’s easy for you. Everyone knows that you…” He stopped mid-sentence. I knew where he was going with this, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
“Everyone knows what?” I asked him, losing my temper.
“Because of how you walk and talk, I don’t know. People are not stupid.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Am I lying?”
“And why is that a problem? At least I’m not trying to pretend to be something that I’m not!” I screamed at him.
“I’m not gay!” Daniel screamed even louder.
“You kissed me and jerked me off! That seems pretty gay to me.”
He became silent, but he was breathing intensely. He was really angry with this conversation.
“I knew that you would let your feelings get in the way of this,” he said.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t have done that with you. It was a mistake. You clearly still feel something for me.”
“No, I don’t!” I shouted, accidentally making the lie sound even more like one.
“I knew that you were gay since…well…since I can remember! You were always different from the rest of us. I just wasn’t sure that you felt something for me. But now that I am, I don’t know why I did that with you.”
“Yeah, let’s address that: why did you jerk me off if you like girls?”
Again, Daniel got silent. It felt like not even he knew the answer to that question.
“Listen, can we just forget all of this?” he asked me.
“No,” I immediately answered.
“I don’t want us to fight each other.”
“Well, too bad,” I said, stopping right in front of his house. “Get out,” I ordered him.
Daniel stayed put. “I’m not going anywhere until we solve this,” he said.
“You just said some naughty things about me. I’m not going to forget that so easily.”
“I’m sorry. What I was trying to say is that you’re different from most guys, but I meant it in the right way. That’s why I always liked hanging out with you so much. You don’t think my baseball friends were always telling me to stop hanging out with you? I never did that, though.”
“Well, congrats on not being a total dick,” I said sarcastically.
Daniel exhaled and closed his eyes for a second. During all this time, I had forgotten how he was always the calmer one. I have a terrible and short temper, and he always put me at ease.
“No one has the relationship that we have. We go back a long time, and I didn’t want the sexual stuff to mess it up. All this time away, I was always checking on you on social media and through my mom. You were always on my mind.”
“Why do I mean so much to you? I mean, you were one of the most popular guys back in school, why were you always my friend? I’m nothing like you!”
He smiled a little and then locked his eyes on mine.
“I just like being next to you. I don’t know why. You make me feel happy and loved. Something that I never felt w
ith any of the other guys that I was friends with like our friendship was the only real one I ever had. Even in college, I never met anyone who made me feel the way you do.”
“I like being next to you too, but this is getting too confusing for both of us.”
“Why?”
“Because we didn’t talk for about eight years and suddenly you come back, and we’re trading hand jobs? Something’s not feeling right.”
Daniel exhaled again and turned his eyesight onto the road in front of us. I was still parked outside his house.
“Do you want to get inside?” He asked me. “My parents aren’t home, so we can talk all we want.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Different from mine, his house looked very similar to how I remembered it. It felt like it had almost stopped in time and was never modernized since it also seemed pretty outdated. Daniel signaled me to go upstairs into his room, and it was also just as I remembered it. There were clothes throughout the floor, the bed wasn’t made, and it was still looking like a teenager’s bedroom.
“Don’t mind the mess,” Daniel said while picking some clothes from the floor.
My attention was drawn to a section of his bedroom wall, which held photos from our childhood. Most of the pictures were just the two of us smiling, posing, or goofing around. In several of them, Daniel was carrying me or lifting me into the air. I touched one that caught my eye because it was just me, and Daniel wasn’t in it.
It was my graduation photo. I wasn’t even aware that Daniel kept a copy to himself. With my fingers going through every one of the pictures, I finally hit that one, making it fall onto the ground. Picking it up, I notice my name on the back of it, next to a small drawn heart.
Daniel saw me reading it and rushed to get it out from my hands. Was he the one that sketched that heart next to my name? I mean, it had to be him, right? But why? In my mind, it was out of the question that he also felt something for me at the time. However, considering the surprises that he was revealing to me, I wouldn’t be shocked if that was indeed the case.
He sat on the end of his bed and touched the space next to him, indicating that he wanted me to sit there. This reminded me of when we were eating pizza last night, and our bodies were really close to each other. However, I wasn’t too nervous anymore. Maybe because we had just finished masturbating each other off, just an hour or so ago.