It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard from him. I don’t think a day’s gone by where I haven’t regretted that night. I’ve been listening to the same sad songs on Spotify on repeat. Routinely checking my phone, checking my messages to see not a single reply. Last online 40 minutes ago. Message seen, ten days ago.
Two weeks ago to this day, he and I had been drinking. I know we shouldn’t have been meeting during lockdown, but we’d never gone that long without seeing one another. Daniel had been my friend since high school. An unlikely one, he was the complete opposite of me. Athletic, and mouthwateringly delicious when his beads of sweat would glisten and highlight his toned physique. A diamond personality, never failing to raise people up and brighten their day, and as smart as a knife is sharp.
A little about me, I’m not too tall, my body is slim with a little definition around my abs. Your typical “boy-next-door” look. Blonde hair and brown eyes. But back to the story. Two weeks ago, Daniel and I had met at my flat. It was a fairly sunny day, being the start of June, he’d worn a tank top and shorts. He’d brought over two packs of cider and my favourite bottle of pink gin. I took a moment to admire his hair as I looked up at him, he had them in box braids as opposed to his normal everyday afro.
Giving me a hug, he walked in and set the drinks down on the table. My friendship with Daniel has always been a very intimate one. Not sexual, but we hug a lot and have even cuddled up watching movies at times. He scares easily and ends up holding me so tightly when we watch horror films. I have to admit it feels good being his teddy bear. I was always shocked at how comfortable he was with me. Being gay myself, a lot of straight guys I had been friends with would refrain from any sort of contact with me. But Daniel was different, he always seemed confident in his sexuality and friendships.
We were playing video games on my Playstation after we opened up a couple of ciders. He sat up on the sofa with me lying on his lap. Gaming always worked up a sweat for him; he’s very competitive. The mix of his deodorant and sweat was starting to turn me on, I was commando at the time and was not going to risk the embarrassment. I suggested we get up and have some shots, and he agreed.
The day became night and we ended up finishing the drinks he had brought over. I have to admit, he is a heavyweight when it comes to drinking, so we ended up drinking through some of the vodkas which I had. I was quite wasted and needed some fresh air, so I went outside for some fresh air. Daniel came with me, which was nice. We stargazed and spoke a little.
“Have you been working out?” Daniel asked me, much to my surprise.
“Are you taking the piss, dude?” I laughed back at him in disbelief.
“Haha, no seriously, your arms look more toned. You look good, man!”
As cool as the night air was, Daniel’s comment made me feel so hot and flustered. I didn’t need a mirror to know my cheeks had turned red.
“Well I’ve got nothing on you, you’ve always looked amazing!” I replied.
“Don’t put yourself down, I bet you could give me a run for my money if we wrestled a little,” Daniel said, holding back a smirk.
We both knew I didn’t stand a chance, but I went along with it anyway. We went back into the flat where we wrestled. I was quite sweaty from the alcohol and excitement, so I took my top off and to my delight, Daniel did the same. Now I say we wrestled, it was more Daniel dominating me if I’m going to be honest, not that it wasn’t enjoyable. I tried my best to win but he was bigger than me and stronger. I got out of breath pretty quickly, and by the looks of it, Daniel wasn’t even breaking a sweat. He lifted himself up and let out a deep breath, his knees on either side of my waist. His abs and chest staring straight at me. His rounded shoulders and biceps looked divine. I sat up, too drunk to realise how turned on I was, and apparently so was Daniel. I saw a bulge, bigger than usual, calling me from his shorts. I had no idea how long I was staring because I only stopped when Daniel finally spoke.
“Oh shit, sorry about that,” he slurred as he slowly rose to his feet, it was heaven watching the muscles in his legs tense as he stood up and towered over me with his monument still erect in his shorts.
“It’s fine, bet it looks great,” I finally said back.
I have no idea what I was thinking. I crossed a line. As drunk as I was I immediately regretted saying those stupid words. I was about to apologise when he chuckled. The next moments happened so quickly yet so slowly. I watched his thumbs slip into his shorts as his hands grabbed them. He flexed and my eyes feasted on the sight of his muscles and veins in his arms. Slowly, ever so slowly he dragged his grey cotton shorts down. A lightly trimmed bush. A fruitful full sack right between his large, chiselled thighs. I felt a surge of electricity course through my body as I watched in awe as his gorgeous manhood sprung up, right when he’d fully pulled his shorts down.
Daniel was too busy looking at his cock to notice how overwhelmed I was by him. I can’t remember what he was saying at the time, my mind was too overrun with thoughts to hear. With drunken bravado, my body took over.
“Wonder what it tastes like,” I said, eyes fixated on the prize.
He was unsure, and he sure as hell hadn’t done anything with a guy before. I’m not sure what came over me, but I wanted Daniel to cum over me. I remember telling him how great it would feel, practically begging him for a taste. I guess eventually I convinced him.
He knelt back down over me, knees spread on either side. With one push, he shoved my back to the floor as he positioned himself over my head. His sack waiting to be licked and pleasured. I softly ran my tongue across it, tasting every part. My wandering hands found themselves rubbing his thighs before discovering the firm, large ass that his thighs led up to. His balls were covered in my warm saliva and so I began gently kissing along his juicy member. Each time my moistened lips caressed his shaft I felt his moans rumble through his body.
