It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. I'm watching an old movie when Daniel calls. He wants to come over. Sure.
He says he'll be here soon. I brush my teeth and straighten up the apartment. That mostly consists of hiding the pot. Daniel's kind of weird about pot. He doesn't mind if you smoke it, but he really doesn't want to see it. I finish the housework and go back to the movie. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings.
Daniel is standing there on the porch with his usual slightly-nervous smile. He's a handsome Hispanic man in his early 20s with medium-level bodybuilder muscles, dressed in a tank top and tight butt-and-crotch-hugging shorts. He's about four inches shorter than me, with thick jet black hair brushed straight back.
Daniel has my phone number, but he's never given me his. He has a jealous boyfriend who has sex with other men, but demands that Daniel be faithful.
"Hey dude." I plaster my body against his and kiss him passionately. He kisses me back, somewhat impersonally. "Good to see you again." I pat his butt affectionately and let him go. "Want a beer?"
Of course. That's part of the ritual.
I get a bottle for myself as well, even though I don't particularly want it. We sit at opposite ends of the couch and watch a gay porn video. We keep our clothes on and don't touch the growing bulges in our crotches.
Daniel drinks his beer in slow steady sips while he operates the remote, fast-forwarding through the non-sexual parts of the video and sometimes the blow jobs. He watches the fucking intently, sometimes rewinding the video to watch a sequence again.
It's all right with me. I like watching porn, but when I'm with another person, I'm way more interested in him, or occasionally her, than in what's happening on a screen. So, I wait for Daniel like a black panther, lurking in the shadows beside the trail to the water hole, savoring the anticipation of the nice tasty gazelle coming down to drink.
After several compressed sex scenes, Daniel finishes his beer. He sets it down, stands up, and says, "Come on."
"Okay." I take a final sip of my beer and stand up. It's still half full, but I leave it on the coffee table and follow him into the bedroom. We strip quickly and get into bed.
Daniel lies on his back and I lie on top of him. We French kiss while rubbing stiff cocks. "So good," he whispers.
I kiss and lick his face, ears, and neck, then work my way down the front of his body. I suck his nipples, then move down over his flat belly to his crotch. I pass over his stiff cock and go for his balls. He moans and rolls his hips as I lick and suck his hot nuts, taking one, then the other, and finally both in my mouth. "Oh man!" Daniel groans. "You're the best."
"Suck me." I straddle Daniel's shoulders, kneeling with my stiff dick in front of his mouth.
Daniel doesn't usually suck my cock, but this time his eyes light up and he closes his lips around my rigid pole, engulfing my cock-head and the first inch of my shaft. His tongue caresses my crown's tightly-stretched skin, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
"Yeah," I whisper. "Suck it. Suck my big hard cock." Daniel works a hand between my legs and strokes my rigid shaft while his mouth bobs over the rest of my rod. He's really good at this. I wonder why he's held back until now.
"I'm getting close." I pull my throbbing cock out of Daniel's mouth and move back to kneel between his open thighs. "And I'm nowhere near ready to come." I bend down and kiss him, hard and dirty, then lower my head to his crotch.
I kiss, lick, and suck Daniel's balls. They taste of sweat and raw man. I move on to his taint and run my flat tongue over that little strip of flesh between his balls and anus. He moans as my nimble tongue dances dangerously close to his asshole.
