Riding in Stiles

Stiles' breath was caught in his throat when Danny opened the door, and was unable to speak. Standing in front of him was not the Danny he grew up with, but this tall bronzed statue of man with beads of water all over him, barely covered by a towel. His eyes slowly worked their way over his body, following a bead of water that trickled down his chiseled chest, over his rippling abs, and finally absorbing into the towel that was slung low around his waist. Stiles could tell that Danny had shaved recently due to the absence of any hair peaking out the top of the towel.

Danny cleared his throat and spoke up "Earth to Stiles!"

This snapped Stiles out of his trance and he realized he'd been staring at Danny's body for what could have been a lengthy amount of time. "Sorry, I uh, I'm a little early", he squeaked out, just now realizing that his dick had risen considerably against his fly and he was blushing.

"That's OK, come on in. I was just getting ready, but now that you are already here, I guess I don't need to worry about getting dressed. Unless that makes you nervous..."

Stiles looked at Danny and noticed that same sultry fire burning in his eyes that he had seen in the locker room.  It made him nervous and excited at the same time, gnawing at his gut. He stepped into the house looking around for a distraction from the intense moment.

"I'm not nervous. Why would you think I'm nervous?", Stiles stammered. He could barely hide the quiver in his voice. He plopped down into the couch and said, "I've seen you in a towel a hundred times, it's no big deal."

At that, Danny walked into the living room and started to unwrap one side of his towel slowly, revealing the hard cut line at his hip that dipped down to his groin. Stiles looked up and saw that Danny was now only holding on to the corner of the towel against his abdomen, the rest of it draping wistfully against his considerable and growing bulge. Stiles' mouth drooped open while his own dick now started to throb in his pants.

"Why don't you come upstairs with me and we can get a little more comfortable" Danny said turning around and walking towards the back of the house. Once he was facing away, he used the towel to dry off his hair leaving the rest of his body exposed to the air.

Stiles looked at Danny's ass as he walked away and realized that he had never really noticed how perfect it was. All of a sudden, Stiles realized he wasn't looking at the Danny he grew up with, but he was looking at the Danny he wanted to fuck the daylights out of.

"Yeah, let's just go ahead and do that" Stiles said in a trance like state.

He got up as soon as Danny was out of site and immediately repositioned his dick. The jeans he was wearing weren't the most comfortable, especially with a throbbing hardon, so he stuffed it down the leg of his pants. It didn't do much to conceal it but at least it didn't hurt. He walked into Danny's room and found him lying on his bed with the towel draped across his lap and his arms folded behind his head. He stopped in the doorway, looking at the perfect picture of sex appeal lying there.

"Looks like you came prepared", Danny said motioning to the banana like bulge on the inside of Stile's thigh. Stiles could feel him staring at his dick.

Danny bit his lower lip while laying there eyeballing Stiles with lustful scrutiny. The towel that was draped over his lap wasn't leaving much to the imagination. Stiles knew Danny was larger than average from a quick shower peep, but never would have known it could get that big.

Stiles took a seat on the edge of the bed. "So, uh, yeah. I'm not sure what to do here. This is all kinda new to me. If you don't mind, I'd like to go a little slow."

"We will do whatever you want, Stiles. I'm just here as your friend, helping you out with this. I'll let you do whatever you want, at your own pace."

Danny propped himself up on his elbows, and reached forward to touch Stiles' arm. Stiles' flesh erupted with goose bumps from the sudden touch of Danny's hot hand. The closeness of the two of them had made Stiles tense slightly, but more relaxed at his touch. Danny slid his hand down to Stiles' wrist, and gently pulled at it. Stiles gave little to no resistance and went along with the guide, watching every move with wide excited eyes. Danny placed Stiles' hand on his knee and placed his own hand over the top. He crept both their hands up his thigh and rested a moment at the edge of the towel. Stiles hand did not stop moving, even after he noticed that Danny's had. His hand disappeared under the towel, one finger at a time until he felt the hot loose flesh of Danny's balls graze his fingertips. His breath suddenly stopped and his hand froze. His eyes immediately darted to Danny's, only to find his eyes glazed and a sly smirk on his face.

"Go ahead, Stiles. You know you want to keep going."