Danny Rogers was so hot sparks flew off him. He was a year older than me and had always been one year ahead of me in school. When I realized I liked guys, he was one of the guys I was hottest for.
Twenty now, Danny was six feet tall and had the bluest eyes and short dark brown hair. Under the tight jeans and t-shirt he always wore, I knew Danny had the body of a champion heavy-weight wrestler because I had seen it in action enough in high school. If he had flicked his head toward his car when we ran into each other, I'd have been in its passenger seat in a heartbeat.
The day after Christmas, my folks went away. The next day, we had our first big snow of the season. Everything shut down, so I hit my dad's booze. By night, I was drunk enough to make the only obscene phone call I'd ever made in my life. I knew where Danny lived, so getting his family's home phone number didn't take too long. Before I thought about what I was doing, I heard myself asking Danny's mom to bring him to the phone. Not more than a minute later, I heard Danny's voice hesitantly say, "Hello?"
I remember pausing for a second or two, probably to swallow my pounding heart. Then I heard myself, sounding not drunk at all with no preliminaries, announce, "I want to suck your cock."
Suddenly, I was completely sober, and I realized what I had just said. I hung up immediately, thinking, why the fuck did I do that!
About two minutes later, the time it took Danny to get my family's number, the phone rang. I looked at the ringing telephone through what seemed like hundreds of rings but was probably only five or six. When I picked up the receiver, without even saying hello, Danny's confused but not angry voice asked in a normal tone, "Why'd you say that to me?"
"Danny? Hey man, say what?" I completely sobered up instantly. "What do you mean?" I stammered, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.
"You just called me," Danny stated, didn't ask.
"No, man. Must have been someone else," I denied.
"Someone just called me, and it sounded like you, Mike," Danny insisted.
"No, dude, I've been watching a movie. Wasn't me, sorry," I denied again," hoping he'd believe me.
"Sure fuckin' sounded like you," Danny said again after a short pause, sounding slightly less confident. "Well, forget it then. No prob. How 'ya been?"
"Okay, cool. Folks are away. Snowed in like you, I guess," I offered, beginning to feel relieved.
"Yeah, sucks. Well, okay, gotta go, man. Be cool," and he was gone.
Fuck! I thought, half sitting somewhat lying in a big leather chair in our den. Why did I make that call? Why did I deny making it? I should have said, yes, dude, I want to suck your dick because you're smoking hot. Going down on what I'm sure is your big fucking cock is all I think about. Why didn't I say that? I knew why. I wasn't ready for everyone in town to know I was a cocksucker.
After that, I tried to avoid Danny. Since we both went to school at the local campus of our state university, doing that was difficult. We acknowledged each other when we passed on campus but seldom talked. By chance, our cars were parked next to each other a week before Easter. When we arrived at them simultaneously, it was hard for us not to talk. I hoped Danny wouldn't bring up the call. He didn't and was friendlier than ever. Anyone watching would have thought we were friends.
We talked about bullshit for a while, then when Danny asked if I had plans for Easter weekend, I said I was going to a party at a girlfriend's place Saturday night. Danny had no plans. He mentioned that as if he hoped I'd invite him to the party. I waited almost two seconds to do so. He didn't wait that long to accept. I was doing backflips mentally as I told him there was no sense taking two cars. Danny agreed. I said I'd pick him up.
It looked like at least a couple hundred people were dancing, lounging, and wandering around my friend's sprawling house when we arrived. I won't bore you with details of the party. Danny and I separated shortly after arriving when I stopped to talk to some friends. I gave up trying to keep track of him, relying on periodic sightings. He never seemed to be coupled up with anyone. After about an hour, suddenly, he was beside me, buzzed but not really drunk, with an arm around my shoulder telling me he'd like to leave. Glancing around, I knew his request wasn't due to a lack of female interest.
