I Thought He Was My Friend

Thank you for the review. Sometimes I had wondered if it was pointlss to continue, but the story was finished. I might as well post and see how it goes. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. The sequel might not get done, but at the very least this story will be.
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For three days, Daniel barely moved. I fed him on our bed because he couldn't sit up. He cried out weakly when I tried to slip into him to do his Kegels. I didn't dare even to purge him. I'd inserted thick gauze in his rectum to soak up the bleeding. Purging him now might make things worse.

I was scared.

"More?" I asked in a hushed voice. I sat on our bed, cradling Daniel on my lap. I balanced a bowl of broth on the bed. I didn't dare give him anything with meat. I tried and Daniel cramped horribly for hours. I couldn't even feed him. He just vomited right afterwards.

Daniel shook his head weakly and closed his eyes. God, he was so hot. I could feel him burning through my clothes.

"Just a little more?" I urged. He only managed a few spoonfuls. I mouthed some and kissed him, coaxing his mouth open to take the liquid. Daniel protested feebly, but he had no choice and I managed to get him to swallow a bit more before he started choking.

"N…no…" Daniel rasped.

"Later," I agreed. "I'll feed you later during lunch."

Daniel gave a soft sob.

What am I going to do? I tucked him under my chin.

I reached down and gently fondled him, hoping to give him some comfort. His genitals remained limp in my fist but I kept trying.

A tear strayed down his thinning face. My Daniel was in so much pain.

"…Frank…" Daniel cracked his eyes opened and looked at me; like he wanted to ask me something but was afraid.

"…urts…"

I choked and embraced him even tighter. "It'll be okay, Danny," I promised. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving."

Daniel could only pant softly in my arms.

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His fever climbed steadily over the next day. Sometimes, he stares right at me, not realizing I was talking to him. Other times, he saw something that wasn't really there and he pleaded for forgiveness.

I'd sponged him down all day, held him in my arms as I fondled him. Daniel would shiver and moan but nothing else. I purged him, hoping ridding him more of the Colonel will speed up his healing, but he barely acknowledged it. He cum weakly in my mouth and while his bowels didn't rebel after the enemas, he also couldn't swallow properly any more either.

"I'm going to make you better," I cooed as I rocked him on my lap. I wiped the cum that dribbled out of his mouth before. It was getting harder and harder to feed him. "You're going to be okay."

Daniel murmured something I didn't understand, feverish eyes staring blankly past our bed. I petted him between his legs, try to make him feel good again, but he didn't even squirm.

"How about we go outside?" I whispered desperately into his ear. I could feel his heart hammering so hard under my palm. "We could go to the dock. The stars are out. I can make you feel so good, baby. You like that?"

Daniel didn't protest. His head lolled back against me, mouth partially opened and softly exhaling against my jaw.

I kissed his fever-damp hair. Carefully, I scooped up his nude body off our bed.

I'll fix this, Danny.

The night air seemed to have revived Daniel some. He stirred, eyes swollen and red, blinked at his surroundings. He mumbled something, moving restlessly in my arms.

"It's okay," I crooned as I sat us down one of the reclining chairs. I rolled Daniel onto the chair and draped myself across him. Daniel murmured, his head shaking no, his eyes staring around him, but I don't think he saw anything.

"Our place, Daniel," I whispered as I tugged my pants down to my knees. I lined my crotch over his and tentatively stroked against him. "You felt good here, right? I made you feel so good here."

Daniel mumbled something. His breath caught as our cocks rubbed against each other. He made a tiny sound as I ground my hips harder against him. Daniel's breathing quickened. His legs parted invitingly.

"Next time," I promised, gingerly touching the thick roll of gauze I tamponed up his rectum. I groaned as our cocks brushed against each other. His velvety sac fondled across my length. I felt him harden just as my cock filled.

"So good," I moaned as I rocked harder against him. Daniel's arms feebly reached out at me, soft sighs blowing slowly on my throat.

Just like before, it felt like we were finding each other here, under the night sky. We rocked against each other. I held Daniel's arms above his head and kissed up the length of his arms. Daniel whimpered and fidgeted under my mouth, his body moving sensually under me.

My t-shirt dampened as his cock wept between us. I brushed my erection harder against him

"Uh…"

"I know…" I breathed over his nipples and laved them until they hardened to rosy nubs. So beautiful. All mine. Daniel let me have him, here under the sky, in the cabin I found for him.

Desperate, hungry, our bodies writhed. Sweat glistened and made our skins slick. Daniel shivered as his skin cooled in the night air.

He was mine. Wanting, needing, under me as I rubbed up against him, gliding against his silken skin. I massaged his torso with my fingers, greedily swooping in to grab both our erections and began to pump.

Daniel opened his mouth, tried to speak, but a keen came out instead.

I slipped a leg between his. God, I wanted to dive into him like before and watch his body dance frenzied while I pounded into him.

"N…uh…nuh…"

I didn't know what he was trying to say. I kissed his shut eyes as I ground my hips to his groin. So sweet. So thirsty for my touch.

"I'm here, Danny," I said softly as Daniel's brow furrowed. He moaned, squirming, wiggling so enticingly under me. Slowly, his eyes opened. And smiled.

My breath caught in my throat. It was pure and happy to see me. I groaned and buried my face into his throat. My hips slammed repeatedly against him. I could feel him bucking weakly, pinned under my weight.

"Love you, Danny," I croaked. My cock dipped between his legs and I slipped in-between, furiously stroking myself over his plugged anus.

The friction pressed the gauze deeper in him. Daniel cried out, his arms twitching in my grasp and his hips thrust up to me.

It was frantic. It was uncontrollable. We slid and rocked against each other until finally, Daniel threw his head back, crying out hoarsely and he cum between us in weak spurts.

"Oh baby," I murmured, aching for him. Daniel, too exhausted, could only tremble as his orgasm rippled through him. I kissed him tenderly and pulled back to look at him under the moonlight.

"Um…" Daniel sighed, his eyes fluttering open as I massaged and pulled his dick until I milked him dry. He looked at me; that dreamy, satisfied smile on his lips, his eyes shone brilliantly.

"Jack," he sighed and his eyes fluttered shut.