Soccer Bus
Ch 3
The Tower
When Danny's phone beeped with an incoming text, he was already awake. Sometime during the night he had climbed into bed, and was now enjoying the extra snooze time that Sunday morning allowed. It could have been anyone, of course, but he really wanted it to be Brian. It was, and just a single word question. "Run?" so he replied "Where?" The reply was a destination Danny knew well. "The Tower" was at the top of a long hill, and was on the route of many punishing soccer team runs. He hoped his dad would let him have the car as he laced up his running shoes. He told him the team was going for a run, and his dad was happy to send him off.
If Brian's mom noticed the happy sparkle in his eye over breakfast, she didn't mention it. He tried to appear a little down about the tough game the day before so maybe he just averaged out to a normal face. Inside, though, he was teeming with eager excitement about meeting up with Danny. After they met at the tower they might actually go for a run, but Brian had to force himself not to get too excited about the other possibilities. A boner would be hard to hide in his running shorts.
"Bye mom. I'll finish this when I get back. Coach says we shouldn't eat too much before a run."
"It'll be here Bri, don't worry." Brian did not mention that the whole team would not be there, or that he might not actually be running.
Both boys arrived early. The conversation was slow to start. "Hi" "Hi, how are you" "Good. You?" "Fine." Long silence. They sat down on the cold stone steps of Bristol Tower. The elevation gave them a view out over the hills of the city; the morning fog had just cleared off, and the sun was edging in with a little warmth. They were side by side, the way boys often talk. No eye contact , not quite touching, just a few syllables. "Now what?" More silence. As Danny turned to look at Brian their knees bumped. It was unintentional but is sent a shock through Brian and he took a breath, ready to speak.
But Danny silenced him with a finger that lightly touched the other boy's lips. "Me first." He started slowly "Brian, your mind has got to be totally fucked right now. I'm sure you have no idea how you got here or where you're going." Brian opened his mouth to speak, and Danny's finger silenced his lips again. " I know exactly how I got here, and I have a pretty good idea about what life has in store for me. If you need to walk away from this experience I will not try to stop you." More silence. Then Brian reached for Danny's hand and singled out the finger that had silenced him. He pulled it up to his lips and kissed it.
"I'm not kissing you goodbye, Danny, I'm kissing you hello."
He kept Danny's hand and opened all the fingers, then kissed the palm and brought it up to his face and held it to his cheek. At the same time, he put his own hand up to Danny's cheek and let magnetism take over. When their lips touched, Danny could barely contain his relief. the kiss was not the out-of-control tongue duel they had had the night before, but it was deep and heartfelt, and neither boy wanted to pull back.
When they realized that they were sitting in the open, out where anyone could drive by and see them, they broke apart. Brian mirrored Danny's shy smile and they both whispered "Where can we go?" at the same time. Their laughter broke to morning quiet, and dispelled some of the nervous tension between them. But it did not dim their passion.
"C'mon" said Brian, and pulled Danny up the steps. He had noticed that the tower's gate, which was usually locked, was open. They went inside and kissed briefly in the shadows and then ran up the spiral staircase. Their laughter echoed brightly under the stone arches. At each landing they stopped to kiss again until finally they were at the top of the tower.
The October blue sky was dazzling, and the sun was bright and warm. As they fell into each others arms the world faded away; each one feeling that the only important thing in the world was the boy in his arms. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Tongues pushing in, lips playfully biting, sometimes taking a detour to probe and ear or bite at an earlobe. Their bodies pressed tightly together, their hands exploring, pulling, massaging. Brian locked his arm around Danny's neck, sealing their lips together and plunged his other hand down into Danny's shorts. They both exploded with laughter while Danny retaliated by grabbing a handful of Brian's balls. When their clothes got in the way, they yanked them off and went back to their body lock.
Danny could feel the rough cold stone pressing against his back. Brian had pushed him up against the wall and was humping his boner up against the smaller boy's belly. His own cock was getting pressed between his stomach and Brian's upper thigh. With each push of Brian's hips against him, he was getting pumped harder and harder. Finally, Brian released him and started to kiss his way down, stopping at each nipple, across the ripples of his abs, pausing for a moment at his belly button, and then following the bushy path that led to his goal. He didn't know it was called a "treasure trail," but he knew that what was at the end was wonderful.
He was on his knees now, but not noticing the cold, rough stone. He was focused on Danny's magnificent stiff cock. Last night in the darkness of the car, he had not really gotten a good look at it. He'd seen it in the locker room that memorable day, and watched it sway between Danny's legs when he pulled the towel away. In fact, that was the image that he had in his head last night as he thought about Danny. But now, this was different cock. It was big, and hard, and red. It pulsed a little with the rhythm of Danny's pounding heart. It was wet with precum, and Brian hesitated for a moment.
Last night in the car, in the heat of the moment, he had eagerly taken Danny's cock into his mouth. In the dark, it wasn't real; it was almost a fantasy. And when Danny had gone down on him, it was almost like being in a pussy. But then he remembered the heat of Danny's mouth, how his tongue had felt as it licked him; it was so much better And he wanted to do that for Danny. He closed his eyes, reached out with his tongue, and licked the swollen head of Danny's cock. He came in close and kissed the slippery knob before he took it into his mouth.
Danny's moan of pleasure urged him to go all the way down, to feel the dark pubes on his nose, to slide down the velvet shaft over and over. Finally Danny pulled him up to his feet and kissed him again. Brian had had a flicker of doubt that Danny might not want to kiss him after his mouth had been sucking his penis, but that did not happen. Danny's tongue was even more eager to probe his friend, probably because Brian had, for the second time, proved that he was not just pretending. Anyone, Danny thought, who would suck and slurp on my cock like that was not faking it.
But now it was his turn. Danny wanted to make Brian cum; last night they had finished themselves, but Danny really wanted to do the job for Brian this time. And, he had a plan. Still mouth-to-mouth, Danny brought his fingers up Brian's chest and lightly pinched his nipples. Then he rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers and felt them harden. He rolled one while he bent down and tongued the other. When he sucked on it like a hungry baby he heard Brian whimper with pleasure, and when he pinched it between his tongue and teeth he felt Brian writhe with pleasure/pain. It was time to give the nipples a rest.
He took the express train down the treasure trail to begin work on Brian's boner. It was a straight pink shaft fringed with blond curls. Danny took a moment to admire it but did not want to lose the momentum. He touched the tip of his tongue to the jewel of pre cum at the top, slid it around, and then with sloppy delight, took the soft pink knob between his lips. His tongue massaged the underside while his lips puckered over the corona. Then finally he took the whole shaft into his mouth, nestling his nose against Brian's soft pubes.
He pulled back with soft suction and down again, hoping to find a rhythm that take Brian close to the edge of pleasure. With his hands cradling Danny's head Brian helped him find the right stroke. At the same time, Danny was stroking himself, and soon the two were marching in step to the same tune. When Danny knew he was close, he stood up and grabbed Brian's dick and his own in the same hand and started to stroke them both. The result was electric for both of them. "Oh my god" whispered Brian. "Oh my — " he started to repeat, but he was interrupted by a gasp from Danny as he started stroking at warp speed. Brian felt the gush of slippery cum from Danny, and that triggered him. Thick white cum pulsed out of his cock, coating Danny's pubic tangle with sticky "styling gel."
The boys leaned together in a long hug, with arms all around, pulling them close. They only parted long enough to find each other's lips, to kiss a tender epilogue to this time together.
"Holy crap Danny! "Brian whispered. "What have you done to me? I've never cum like that in my life!! I almost passed out!"
"I just wanted us to cum together" replied Danny. "Maybe you were just waiting for the right guy."
"Well, Danno , I've found him!" Danny's heart pounded a little harder when Brian nicknamed him.
The boys realized that they could not risk standing around naked much longer. People did come up here for the view, but two naked boys wasn't exactly what they would be expecting. Reluctantly, they pulled on their shirts and shorts and headed down the stone staircase. As they had on the way up, they kissed at each landing, but quieter now, almost as if they were transitioning away from their gay passion back into their straight selves. As they went down the last steps, they didn't even hold hands; harsh reality had returned.
"I do have one problem with this Danny," Brian said sternly. Danny's heart sank a bit, waiting for the worst. They walked over to Brian's car and he opened the door. "Look!" Danny peered in at the dashboard nervously. "If we're gonna jerk off in my car, we gotta use some something to catch all that DNA." The dash was spotted with gobs of dried cum.
"Oohh, that is a sticky situation" smiled Danny. "I'll get a rag to rub it off."
"The hell you will! I want to remember every drop!"
They knew they had to go. Danny started towards his car as Brian climbed into the cumbucket.
"See you at school tomorrow, Danno. It's gonna be hard seein' you and not... well, you know."
"Yeah, it's gonna be hard, really hard. Oh yes it is," waved Danny, "yes it is." he whispered to himself.