I Thought He Was My Friend

His apartment was cluttered, just like his office. Daniel gave me an embarrassed smile before handing me a beer. No, Daniel, I don’t need any alcohol for this.

We kept talking, Daniel rolling his beer bottle between his hands; long elegant fingers I wanted to suckle. He took off his glasses and I could see his blue eyes were a little glassy with alcohol and exhaustion. Maybe he needed the beer.

During the night, I was making my way closer and closer on the couch to Daniel. And Daniel looked over with half-lidded eyes, darken with what I knew was desire. I slipped my hand on his thigh. He jumped.

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” I laughed softly. I leaned in a little closer. Daniel actually cringed.

“Frank? What are you doing?” Daniel shuffled back, but he got trapped by the armrest.

“Daniel, you know how I feel about you,” I murmured, getting close enough to feel his strong thighs against mine. I reached over to cup his jaw.

Daniel jumped up. “No.”

No?

Daniel looked at me sadly, disappointed. “Frank, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

What the hell was he talking about? I stood over Daniel. “What do you mean? Daniel, you invited me up here.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and dipped my head towards him.

Daniel twisted away. “Frank, don’t. I’m sorry if you think I invited you for um something else.”

I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I took a step forward and he kept taking a step back. I was getting annoyed. I know he’s never been with a man, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Frank, I think you better leave.”

“No.”

Daniel’s eyes grew huge as he stammered, “No?”

“I know you’re nervous,” I said softly as I drew closer. There was nowhere for him to go. I’ve backed him into a wall and placed my arms on either side of him. “I know you’ve never been with a man. Don’t worry.”
Daniel placed two hands on my chest, stopping me. “Frank, you’re mistaken. I—“

“What? O’Neill had a change of heart? You running to the Colonel?”

“What? No. Frank, I thought we were friends.”

“Good friends, I agreed.” I leaned down to kiss those lips. “About to be even better friends.”
Daniel punched me. He hit me!

I was pissed. He couldn’t change his mind now. I grabbed him by the shoulders and he struggled free, throwing me down. The teasing bitch!

I pinned Daniel easily on the sofa and I pressed my length against him. Not hard? I can’t change that.
Daniel’s calling my name, breathless, frantic and I tried to soothe him with a kiss. He tasted like coffee.

He bit me!

Daniel’s wiggling under me now, but I wrestled him, pinning his arms to his chest.

“Don’t do this,” Daniel pleaded.

I told him I would make it good for him, but he didn’t believe me and threw me off. He ran but I grabbed him and bent him over the back of the couch, pinning his right arm behind his back. Didn’t want to hurt him, but Daniel was making it difficult.

He kept saying not to do this, but I knew once we get going, he’ll be fine. Slipping the belt buckle off and he was already twisting under me. I smoothed my hand over his covered ass and felt him quiver. It’s okay. I’ll make it good. Your first.

The pants tore easily in my hands. Daniel kept making incoherent noises, high and excited. He knows what’s coming. I yanked down his boxers and there it was.

Tight, pert and pale, they clenched and unclenched before me. Daniel was trembling under my hands, waiting.
I tried to go slow. Wanted it to be perfect, but he kept teasing me with that goddamn ass. I positioned myself and drove myself in with a single stroke.

Daniel cried out in surprise and started moving as I pulled out and thrust again. He was incredibly tight, his ass squeezing my dick expertly. Daniel kept wiggling, massaging my dick until I couldn’t hold back. I moved my hands to his hips and slammed into that perfect ass repeatedly.

He kept making too much noise and I shushed him but he kept moving in ecstasy. He was so tight, so hot, refusing to let me go. I kept pounding, angling for his prostate. I knew I hit it when Daniel arched his back. I moved my hands around his cock, my weight crushing him over the couch. His balls were soft, furred and fragile in my hands. His dick told me Daniel’s interest and it leapt when I wrapped my fist around it.

I told him how beautiful he was. His ass fitted me like he was made for me. I’d waited so long for this moment. Daniel cried out my name. It sounded so sweet, full of need. I could hear it. He wanted. Daniel just didn’t know it yet.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” I pressed onto his back, changing the angling and Daniel made that breathy sound again and moan.

“Frank…please…”

Daniel’s begging and I wrapped my arms around his twisting body. I would have told him to keep still, but it was heaven for my cock inside him and he was obviously enjoying what I was giving him. So I just picked up speed and felt Daniel buck with a frenzy.

It was getting slick, my dick slipping out easy now. Daniel felt delicious in my arms. Next time, I was going to fuck him on his back, I wanted to see him. Daniel made some sort of noise that sounded like a sob when I told him, but no, he wanted it, too.

I could feel my balls tightening and I ground Daniel’s ass against the sofa. I jerked my hips, letting my dick drive Daniel scrapping against the couch, his dick rubbing on the texture. I aimed for his prostate again and again. When he came, Daniel cried “No” and his body shuddered. He didn’t want to come before me, but I wasn’t far behind.

When I finally came, I shoved deep into him. Daniel arched his back as I shoot jets of my cum inside him. Filled his ass. I know he could feel it; he shuddered, his ass milking me dry.

Daniel was limp and when I slipped out, he whimpered at the loss. I pulled him up and nuzzled his neck. Daniel fidgeted.

“It was good,” I whispered. I pulled the tattered remains of his pants and let it puddle to the floor. I could smell his cum on the couch. “It’ll get better.”

“No. Please…” Daniel sobbed out. He could barely stand. His body sagged against me.

“It’ll definitely get better,” I promised. We got all weekend. I rubbed my spent dick into the crease between his ass cheeks. Daniel made another sound. I held him closer. I could feel my cum leaking out of his ass. My dick grew hard and Daniel wiggled against me when he could feel me poking him again. He made some sort of protest, but he could sleep later if he was tired.

I said before he was the perfect height right? He was. My dick slipped in easily with him standing against me. Daniel gave a soft cry but he took it, all of it, standing up. I fucked him; long and hard and deep and fast.
His body jerked as I thrust up. I wrapped my arms around him and reached for his dick. He started and cried out when I double fisted him. I jacked him off, matching my speed and Daniel’s babbling increased. Suddenly, for some reason, he was calling out “stop, stop”. Was he about to come? It was okay. I hurried it up, pounding so hard, his feet dangled and flailed as I thrust up hard enough to lift him.

We came together and Daniel wept. I kissed the back of his neck. Told him he was so fuckable, I felt I could never leave his ass.

Suddenly Daniel pulled away from me and my dick, fists raining down on me. What the? Daniel scrambled away from my grasp and swung at me, connecting with my jaw. We fought and finally I had him pinned down on the carpet.

“Frank, don’t do this. I never wanted this.”

“It’s O’Neill, isn’t it?” I snarled. I used my knees and pushed his thighs apart.

“No! Please, don’t do this!”

The slut. He’s holding out for O’Neill. Well, he’s too late. I got here first. I growled when Daniel kept protesting. I forced his knees up to his head and Daniel panicked. The high voice made my cock twitched. His asshole was red and swollen, leaking blood and cum out. I never thought his ass ever looked better.

Fucking it again was easier than I thought. Daniel’s screaming didn’t bother me. I pounded and pounded until something warm coated my dick. God, he felt glorious. His twisting, thrashing was sending signals to my cock. I answered by going even faster; tried to push past his prostate. That tight passage felt slicker and slicker, relaxing around me even while his ass clenched around me.

When his ass was no longer enough, I tried his sweet mouth. At first, he couldn’t take me all in. He kept gagging until my bloody cock finally slid past his gag reflex. His throat was as warm and moist as his ass.
Just as good around my dick while I pulled in and out. His lips, red and swollen from kissing, circled around me in a perfect O. Daniel’s blue eyes were wet, his face flushed as I fucked his mouth. He looked at me, silently begging so I came for him. I made sure he swallowed every drop before I flipped him over and fucked him again.

Daniel was boneless after a few hours. He was naked from the waist down. His ass was no longer pale, but flushed from my body heat, his hole pink and plump, pink froth or cum spitting out each time Daniel trembled. I carried him easily to the bed and stripped the rest of his clothing.

He laid there, head lolled back, my cum trickling out of his mouth; his legs spread apart inviting me. More, his body seemed to be asking me. But I knew my dick might not be enough.

He was loose enough now for me to slip three fingers in. He stirred when I added a fourth. Daniel was crying out, horrified when I pushed my thumb in. He screamed no when he felt my hand snug and tight in his ass. I pushed until it was in past my wrist. He felt wonderful. When I curled it into a fist, Daniel arched his body off the bed. I shut him up by positioning myself in a 69. My fist in his ass, my dick in his mouth, Daniel spasm as I pounded into him in both ends. The bitch vomited when I came in his mouth so I turned him around and slapped him hard on the ass.

Daniel suddenly wouldn’t stop yelling. But after a while, he quieted and took my dick like I wanted him to. I fell asleep over his limp body, my dick still deep in his ass. As I drifted away, I remembered the bottle of wine I gave him last time. We’ll try that tomorrow.