Riding in Stiles

The end of the school day was finally coming, and Stiles was nervous as hell. Earlier in the locker room, He had been ranting to Scott about the virgin sacrifices happening and how he was next if he didn't get 'sexed up'. That's when their friend Danny piped up and said he would help him lose it, and to be at his place at 9. At first he didn't think Danny was serious, and had just stared at him dumbfounded, but the steamy look in his eyes said otherwise. He had never pictured himself with a guy, but the more he stared at Danny's tight frame, the more excited he got.

By the time the bell rang, Stiles could barely stand up without tenting out the front of his jeans. As he walked slowly out of class, while holding a book in front of his crotch, he noticed Danny at the front door. The two locked eyes and Danny gave him a wink and wicked grin, then turned away and walked out of school.

"Are you really going to go through with this?" Scott asked, confused at the sudden same-sex attraction his friend was showing.

"Why not? If I don't lose my virginity soon, I could be next to be sacrificed. I don't exactly see girls lining up to take a ride on the Stiles stick, so why not take an opportunity when presented. Besides, Danny is a good guy. It's not like this is going to become a 'thing'" Stiles replied, throwing his bag in his Jeep. "It's just, business."

"I don't know, man. It's just weird to me. Don't get me wrong, if that's what you are into, then hey, go for it. Just don't do something stupid and regret it later cause then I'll have to hear all about it." With that, Scott gave him a slap on the shoulder, threw on his helmet and rode off home.

Stiles had known Danny for years. They had become friends while very young, and had maintained a good friendship throughout high school and into their freshman year at the local community college. Stiles had never had interest in guys before, and had never even thought about having sex with one. Like every guy though, he would sneak a look at another guys junk just to compare, but it never went any further than that, until now. It was 8:45 and he was already turning into Danny's driveway.

Stiles had taken extra care in getting himself ready for tonight. He took a thirty minute shower, shaved all the right locations, twice to make sure they were extra smooth, and wore some of his for-a-special-occasion cologne that he loves. He was wearing a short sleeved polo, a pair of jeans that weren't too tight, but were snug where they needed to be, and a pair of sneakers. His palms were damp with sweat and his stomach was twisted in knots. Over the past 2 hours, he had thought of hundreds of excuses not to go through with this, but every time he thought of a new one, he pushed it out of his mind. Stiles was determined to do this, and despite his nervousness, he was excited.

He walked up to the front door, looking around the yard and up and down the street to see if anyone had seen him. He noticed that his Jeep and Danny's car were the only two in the driveway and silently sighed in relief knowing they were the only two there. But was that relief or terror? Now he knew there wouldn't be any interruptions like he had partially hoped for.

"I can do this" he muttered to himself as he rang the doorbell.

No answer. He reached up and rang it again. Still nothing.

He had arrived early, but not by much. Maybe the whole thing was a joke and Danny was watching from a window as Stiles stood there, offering up his cherry like it was on top of a sundae.  Just as he was about to turn and walk away, emotions in a jumble, he heard thumping inside the house. Just then the door opened, and standing there was something he was not expecting; Danny, in a towel, dripping wet.