Confession: Summer Nights X - There's Something About Dan

Here you guys, the 10th installment in the Summer Nights series. This is the final installment that I had written during the blackout. I am currently writing the eleventh chapter due Friday or Monday. I'm sure you will enjoy this one as something finally happens with Dan.

I was absolutely spent after my fuckfest with Hunter and Steve. I collapsed really early that night with the excuse that I wasn't feeling well at all. The next morning I woke up at 4 to take a piss. I went back to bed but couldn't get back to sleep. My thoughts kept racing back to the previous two days and everything that happened, first with Dan, and then with Steve and Hunter. My thoughts then went back to Dan. He too had gone to bed pretty early; maybe that meant he'd be getting up early as usual? I laid there for awhile. How can I sleep in this state? The minutes seemed to crawl by, but the next time I looked at my clock it was 6:15. I laid there, silently waiting.

Then, I heard stirrings down the hall. I could hear Dan making noises. I got out of bed and got ready to spy. I was so hoping to finally catch him naked. My neck was aching 20 minutes later when Dan finally opened his bedroom door. He was in his underwear. Damn. He went in the bathroom and soon I heard him brushing his teeth. Then he came out and I got admire his sexy body, his face and arms, smooth, tight, with ripples of toned muscle. He turned the light in his room on. For the next few minutes, he was out of sight most of the time, but then he came over to a mirror on the wall and pulled his mouth open with his finger to look in his mouth. Yeah, your teeth're clean now Dan. There he was, barechested in his black briefs, just mere inches away.

My cock tightened up against my shorts. His nipples were small and chestnut-colored. His shoulders were perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body, muscular and manly). He was just a perfect specimen of manhood. My cock soared as I stared at him, standing straight up against my bare stomach, thick, hard, and cut. I wonder how was I going to get him to wrestle me again? Well, I could always buy him more beer. Right, like he was going to run out.

Then Dan came out of his room again. As he walked out he stared straight at my door. I could have sworn he was looking right at me, through the keyhole, but he couldn't see my eye through the keyhole, could he? COULD he? I pulled back quickly from kneeling, but managed to thump my butt back on the floor. Shit. I stopped breathing. I felt more alert and tense, skin prickling, than I ever had. It seemed as if Dan could simply FEEL that I was in here, watching him, if he really wanted to know. After a few seconds, I crept slowly and stealthily back to the keyhole, but couldn't see him in the hallway. Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower running.

Ten minutes later he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He must of thought I would be up by now. Why didn't he want me to see him naked? Did he have suspicions about me and didn't want to risk turning me on? I hoped I wasn't that obvious, but I wasn't sure. It was just after 7:30 when Dan slammed the front door on his way out. I listened for a minute and heard him lock the door. I went back to bed disappointed.

I woke up around 10am and found that he still wasn't around. I ate some breakfast and cleaned up a little. When I passed his bedroom, I noticed Dan had left his door open. I paused at the doorway. It was messier than Alex ever had it. Everything was thrown all over the place, magazines, books, CDs. The bed was unmade. I went in. telling myself I was just going to look around briefly. Some clothes on the bed. I saw his favorite shirt. I lifted it up and smelled it. It was clean however. Then a noise at the door. My heart stopped. I dropped the shirt and quickly ran out into the hallway, fully expecting to see Dan walking in. But no sound.

I went out to the living room and opened the front door. It was one of those guys who put those promo ads for pizzerias and such on doorknobs. Whew. I shut the door and went into the living room. However, Dan's bedroom called to me. I felt guilty but my lust for him was the stronger. I stealthily walked back into his room, as if playing a child's game, as if, if I made a noise, Dan would know, come back home, and catch me in the act. I went in and saw some jockeys next to his bed. I picked them up and looked at the crotch. They looked clean . Then I took a whiff. It was a sweaty sweet smell unlike any other. His cock had been there, right there. I was getting a massive hard-on. I wondered if he would miss this piece of underwear.

I went back to my room with his jockeys. The phone kept ringing but I ignored it. My cock was thwacked up against my stomach. I had to get off. I laid down on my bed and draped Dan's underwear over my face, inhaling his smell deeply. I turned it unside out so the place where his sweaty cock had safely nestled yesterday would sit over my mouth and nose. I beat myself raw, smelling Dan all the while, and came all over myself. After cleaning up, I put his underwear away, in MY closet.

That evening I met with Lisa and we went out for dinner and a show. It was a Sunday and we both had to work early the next day so we called it a night early. When I got home, Dan was on the couch watching TV. He nodded to me. Four empty beer cans were on the rug. I went to the kitchen for some water and I sat down to watch TV with him. We watched until the end of a program, then Dan talked for a little while about our day and waht we had going on. Then suddenly, he asked if I was in the mood for another wrestling match. I was taken aback, which he noticed. He mentioned we both could use a workout and destress a little.

I was tired but he insisted. He told me to just give it another try and do whatever I need to do to try to pin him. He said "pin me" with a smirk. He had no doubt that he would win. I came to my senses and realized that my protestations were ridiculous. I was going to have Dan all over me again. Dan showed me the correct starting position, which I faintly remembered from high school. I'd hated wrestling then and wasn't much into it now, but if it was the only way I could get my hands on him, well, I'd have to put up with it. He pulled off his shirt and I did the same. I got on my hands and knees and Dan knelt next to me, one arm on my elbow, the other around my stomach. Why don't we just stay like this for awhile, I thought? His beer breath blew gently on my cheek.

He counted and we were off. He yanked my elbow and my head hit the rug. In two seconds he had me on my back. I struggled back as best as I could, but I didn't know any good moves. But just when he nearly had me pinned, I managed to spin my butt around and break out from under his grip. I rolled over and got away, to what seemed to be his complete amazement. I had to struggle, I had to try to win, or it'd be over all too soon. He came at me again, but I feinted to my left and grabbed at his leg, pulling him down. This was kind of fun. I was almost on top of him. He had the moves, but I was taller, and that counts for a lot.

He looked pissed. I almost had him down again but he managed to slide out and backed away from me, on his hands and knees, panting heavily. He was starting to look a bit frustrated. He came at me again. I blocked him, and we locked arms. I tried to wrap my arm around him but he kept me away. I tried to stand up but he tripped me down again. I was going to have to learn that move. But before he could get a lock on me I managed to get away and scrambled across the room. I realized I was feeling adventurous. He did say anything would go. I jumped up on the sofa and faced him. He came at me, probably not knowing what to expect, and I leapt at him with a yell. He definitely hadn't been expecting that. He fell under my weight and I had him down, well, almost. With my legs I pinned his torso, and thought I had his arms down.

He warned me that I wasn't going to win, that I was a faggot and a wuss. This wasn't a kidding tone at all. He sounded like he really meant it. But he was drunk too, so maybe he could be forgiven. I told him that I wasn't a fag, but he said yes I was. I again said no. I felt like a little kid. He leered at me. He grabbed his crotch and told me that I wanted his dick. He was either totally drunk or this was some bizarre wrestling ritual that I didn't know about. He came towards me, his face inches away from me. He called me a faggot again. This was actually pissing me off. But I realized I was getting hard too. Damn, it was all so confusing.

He backed off a few steps, and then he was barreling at me, head down. He was going to knock the wind out of me, I thought. I dodged to the right, but managed to fall one knee to the floor in the process. Were these collegiate wrestling moves or anything-goes-pro-wrestling moves? In an instant he was on me, pushing me down, seconds later straddling my chest. I clumsily pushed back at his stomach, feeling those nice washboard abs. I had to keep struggling or he'd really think I was a fag. But then again, I really did want to suck his cock. I wondered if maybe Dan liked guys too and couldn't admit it. I slid my hands further up his stomach to right below his chest.

He had my shoulders pinned with his arms and his legs securely wrapped around my torso. He didn't seem to care about my hand pushing up at him. His crotch was inches away from my face. I could see his underwear under his shorts. I told him that ok, he had won. But instead of acknowledging me, Dan reached back and put his palm square on my crotch, which had definitely ballooned up from having him on top of me. He seemed to hold his breath and his voice dropped to a whisper. "You really are a homo, aren't you?" Well, maybe not a homo, but definitely bi, but then who just put his hand on my crotch, I wanted to say. But I held my mouth in case he had any intention of getting violent. I had no idea what he would do, and he was one drunk guy. I couldn't believe what a different person he was after a few beers. There was that damn sweet smell again.

Again he asked me if I wanted it. He wasn't joking around, I was pretty sure. I breathed heavily, my stomach tense and my voice a quiver. Well, he was even asking. This might be my only chance. I just said "whatever." Without really getting off me, Dan lifted up a bit and pulled his shorts down his thighs as far as they would go. Time stopped. HE asked me if I liked what I saw. I said yes and then he said to lick him. I did that this morning, I almost said, but held my tongue again. Instead, I did as I was told, hesitantly sticking my tongue out to where the opening in his underwear revealed his hardening manhood. My tongue licked away atthe material. But this was so much hotter now both figuratively and literally with Dan's real cock on the other side of that white fabric.

He ordered me to lick the head of his cock, to which I eagerly complied. Oh man, this was too much. Dan's hand hadn't moved from my crotch. In fact he was rubbing and squeezing me a little, but I don't think he was aware of it. With my teeth I tried to open up the hole in his jockeys, but it wasn't easy. After about a minute of his sweaty jocksmell and hardening prick trying to get free, he took a hand off my shoulder and slowly guided his cock through the hole. It was as rigid as any cock could get, I was sure of that. The veins bulged on the side, and the head was the purple-est I'd ever seen. His circumsized dick was at least as long as mine, maybe a little longer, and definitely somewhat thicker.

I grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking him off. Dan's hand was rubbing my crotch. He let go of my arms and I reached out to cradle his dick with both hands. It was as beautifully proportioned as he was, with the same beautiful bronze color. I pulled his underwear down to reveal his tight balls. He was so fucking BONED. Then Dan pulled off his shirt. I stared up at his tight defined bronze chest, glistening with drops of sweat down to his exquisite abs. I started rubbing the underside of his purple shaft. Then I used both hands and lightly rubbed the sides of his cock. I reached down and felt each testicle, and rubbed them gently. I didn't want him to come before I got a chance to have him in my mouth. But with a boner like this, I actually doubted that would happen. He could probably blast it a few times a night.

I gave Dan's throbber my full attention. I used everything I knew about what feels good to a dick. Back and forth, up and down. Light then hard. After a couple minutes a little drop of precum appeared, and I wiped that around his dickhead. He leaned back and visibly relaxed. I started to jack him slow, then faster. He seemed to be enjoying my handjob...a lot. But then, he told me that was enough and was rising off my chest. I was so confused. Dan was standing over me now. He looked down and smirked. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock, to which I eagerly agreed. I wanted his cock as far down my throat as it would go.

His shorts had fallen to his feet when he'd stood up, but now he hoisted his jockeys down too, and kicked them off. They landed inches away from my head, and I turned my head to take a deep whiff. Dan settled back on my chest. He was bucknaked now, and his cock was right there for me to savor. I pulled his butt a little closer to me and, sticking the tip of my tongue out, took my first taste of Dan. I lightly touched his cockhead with my tongue. He smelled and tasted good...even better than his jockeys did and this was the real thing. I literally blew warm air all over his tool, tongued it, licked up and down the shaft and head, then formed a suckshaft with my lips and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

He pulled at my hair roughly. It hurt, but with his cock filling my throat I think I could have stood any amount of pain. I stuck my tongue way out and managed to lick his hairy balls. Then back to his shaft and dickhead. I tried to pace myself and only slowly increased the tempo. I looked up and saw Dan close his eyes in pleasure. He was digging this. With one hand I reached up and caressed his chest and his pencil-hard nipples. I pinched them and Dan moaned. I moved my hand down and felt his flat stomach. I could feel his diaphragm heaving with each breath. Dan moaned again. He was such a hot guy. I took more of him in, pulling him closer. I lifted my head up so I could deep-throat him. His penis slid down my throat and felt like it belonged there as part of my own body.

More precum oozed out of his dickhead and down the back of my throat. I realized that I had to have some sort of release. I pulled Dan's hand away from my crotch and he let me unzip myself and pull my pants down. I hoped he would reach back and wank me, but instead he put both his hands behind his head and gloried in what the blowjob I was giving him. Meanwhile I gloried in his smooth chest and tummy and beautiful face above me, his face contorted with that expression of pure sexual pleasure. His proud, hard cock was engulfed in my mouth to the hilt, my lips touching the skin at the perimeter of the base. I wanted this dick in my throat forever. I started jerking myself off with one hand.

Meanwhile, I my hand roamed towards his smooth butt. There was a lot going on simultaneously, but if there was any chance of fucking him, I had to get him used to the idea. Squeezing his buttflesh, I let my finger slowly wander towards his asscrack. I explored around the hole and then gently stuck it in a little. This was probably his first time. However, he said no and put his a hand on my bicep, and my arm fell back to my side. Maybe it was time to turn the tables. Sucking his cock was definitely what I wanted to do, but this experience wasn't going to be complete without me plowing his tight little butt for an hour or two.

I didn't know how to turn the tables and dominate him. I wasn't going to rape him, but I had to convince him that my cock belonged in his butt like his cock did in my mouth. I was feeling strong, almost powerful, with this dick tickling the back of my throat. Dan was lost in another world. We could have been on primetime TV and I wouldn't have cared. Then an idea crossed my mind. I brought my hands slowly up the smooth sides of his torso, as if to just feel him up, but when I got to his armpits. I quickly jabbed him hard on both sides with my fingers. He convulsed in a giggle, temporarily losing control. It was all I needed. Despite the fact that my shorts were still around my knees, I quickly slimed his cock out of my mouth, and managed to have him on his back in a second, then on his stomach, still tickling as necessary to keep him pliable.

This guy was going to be all mine, and his butt was going to take my cock as far as I wanted it to go. I was on top of him, sitting on his butt, both of his arms pinned behind his back. I tickled him a little again. He giggled again, unable to speak. I tickled him again. This was kind of fun. My new playtoy. Tickle tickle, I jabbed. He started laughing hysterically. I reached under his tummy and jabbed there. He laughed even harder. He certainly was ticklish. I could get him anytime this way, I thought.

After a while he asked about the blowjob but I said that before I did it again, first I was going to fuck him. He said no. I tickled him again and his body slackened beneath me. He kind of tried to fight me off but I was too much for him. I told him that I pretty sure he needed a hard dick up his ass. He still said no and I figured this conversation was going in circles. I knew that it was time to get a finger up his butt so I could prove to him how much he needed it. I knew if I could get him into it even once, he'd be hooked. Something about being plowed always did that to guys, believe me I now knew.

I spit on a finger, and holding his arms tight behind his back with my other arm, leaning with as much weight on him as possible, slowly worked my index finger into his tight hole. One knuckle disappeared inside. His asscrack was smooth save for a few hairs near the hole. What a gorgeous butt he has, and he probably doesn't even know it, I thought. Or even care. Dan squirmed beneath me but I leaned down on him even more. He protested but I continued. I worked the finger in past the second knuckle and twirled it a little in his ass. Dan went limp a little and let out a big breath. A little further and the finger was in as far as it would go, up to the third knuckle. I probed for his prostate. I knew that would get him going if anything would. Dan sighed again, in fact, it was closer to a quiet moan. I spit at his hole to try to lube him up some more.

Dan squirmed at that and almost got out of my grip. But I leaned into him with all my weight and he stayed down. Being taller I had that advantage of leverage. Anyway, I think he was getting a little too relaxed from my probing finger to offer up much resistance. He said he didn't want this but I told him that he should just get up then. That if really wanted to get up he could. Truth is, he was really liking my finger up his ass. Before long he would find out how fine it is to be fucked silly by a nice hard penis.

It was time for two fingers. Dan was settling down, macho protestations to the contrary. I spit on two fingers now and returned to his back entrance. After I'd
pulled out his butthole had regrouped, and working in two was going to be a bit more of a challenge. But I had to make him want my cock. I pushed as hard as I could and they slipped in. Cool, a tight butt, but not too tight. Dan squirmed again, but it didn't feel like resistance this time, more like, "Whoa, this kind of hurts, but maybe I could get used to this. Maybe even like it." I had two fingers working his ass, reaming his butthole and massaging his prostate. I knew Dan was feeling great.

I looked back at him. His right cheek was on the carpet, and I saw his left eye peering up at me. I thought I saw a slight grin form at the tip of his mouth. I just kept working his hole, and then Dan really gave into it. First it was a little moan, then some heavy breathing, then a little more moaning, and then a big gasp that he was about to com This is what I wanted. He was gonna be all mine now. Should I let him come? Sure, why not. Get him all relaxed. I plowed him with my fingers, stretching his hole for all he was worth. I noticed his face was all sweaty, and even his butt was glistening a little.

There was more moaning, sighing, and groaning, and then Dan let out with "Uuungh, yeh! Here it comes, man! Uuuuuuuuuungh! Oh yeh...oh yeh...." His entire body, to a muscle, tightened and hardened. Even though I was sitting on his legs I swear I could feel the spasms from his cock beneath me. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was releasing an immense load of jizz all over our carpet. He whole body kept spasming for at least 20 seconds. Then, he told me how awesome that was. I was happy and wanted to fuck him now but I had to do something else first.

I rose off Dan and rolled him over on his back. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. There on the rug was the biggest cumload I'd ever seen, bigger even than any porno flick. Large gooey elastic globs of Dan's white cream were lying in three or four different puddles. I took a look at Dan, whose eyes were still closed, and I started to beat off. I told him I was going to cum on him. I think he was too tired and relaxed to insult me or resist at all. He did seem to like watching me pound my dick. I crawled over, kneeling next to him. I went down to his cock and licked it.

It was too much to handle. I pointed my cock at Dan and, moaning like there was no tomorrow, drenched his stomach and chest with at least seven massive shots of jizz. I collapsed next to him. He stared at his stomach in total surprise at the amount of cum. He turned to face me and I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Our still-slimy cocks rubbed against each other. Dan didn't return the kiss, but if he could dig two fingers up his butt, I was sure he could eventually get into kissing too.

We were both spent. We straightened up a little and then said our goodnights. I wanted to ask him if he'd come to bed with me, but somehow the words wouldn't come out. Dan went off to his bedroom, and I reluctantly went to mine. I had to admit that maybe this was just a one-time thing. Would he even acknowledge it in the morning? I laid down, exhausted, and in seconds I was off in dreamland. At one point, I thought I was dreaming that he opened my bedroom door while I was sleeping and was standing motionless above me, staring at me. Then he crawled into bed next to me and whispered in my ear. And then I realized that I was really awake and Dan was really there, his hot breath in my ear, whispering to me a request. A request only I could fulfill. I kissed him on the lips and held his smooth young torso in my arms, then I rolled him over and turned on the bedlamp. I had to be able to see this.

There he was beneath me: Dan's beautiful pink butt and asshole pucker were ready to accept my cock. Wanted my cock. Craved my cock. He told me so. I was instantly hard and pointed my dick at his hole. I spit on my hand and slicked it all up. I was ready to go, and so was he. And then, as I slowly eased my penis into Dan's fine ass, I felt for his cock beneath him, and held it tightly in my fist. He groaned a little. I wrapped my other arm around his chest and kissed him on the ear. He was all mine. He moaned some more, this time from pain I think. But it was a good pain. Then I pumped him slowly, savoring every sensation of his tight ass.

Dan moaned beneath me. His breath quickening as I picked up the pace of my fucking. Our balls slapped against one another. My bush tickling his ass. He was loving it and so was I. I went faster. Harder. I just couldn't contain myself anymore and blew my load inside his tight ass. Then he started to cum as well, releasing his hot sperm all over my bed. I collapsed on top of him, kissing his neck and shoulders as we both recovered. My cock softened and I pulled out of him. We lay there in silence and eventually fell asleep.