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Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I don't know McFly, I don't know their sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events. Oh, and it contains gay sex, so please make sure you're 18.
I just about managed to stagger to the bed with Danny on my back, though I nearly, as my Granny used to say, came a cropper on a pair of shoes in the middle of the floor. He slid down my back as soon as I stopped, pressing himself against me, kissing the nape of my neck. I leant my head back onto his shoulder to give him better access, my hands resting on his thighs. He was good - I barely suppressed a moan of pleasure as his hands stroked down over my stomach. I half-turned my head and our lips met, his tongue pushing into my mouth, sliding over my teeth.
We parted, Danny pushing past me to lie on the bed. I stood still a few moments, just staring - it was the first time I'd seem him naked... well, naked with the lights on anyway. God he was perfect. Can't say I really understood what he saw in me, but if it made him happy...
"Come on big boy," he said, almost keeping a straight face. Better than I could have managed anyway. I just tried to look startled, replying,
"Look who's talking."
His gaze went down for a moment before returning to my eyes, biting and pulling his lip slightly, opening his legs wider. I don't actually remember climbing onto the bed, but the next moment I was lying on top of him, my lips hungry for his once more. His hands slid down my back, squeezing my ass, one finger brushing over my asshole, making me shiver in pleasure.
We parted again, and I pushed myself up on my arms. A drop of saliva hung in midair for a moment, then fell to splat on his chin. He grinned as his tongue lazily went out to clear it up.
"After you," he said, gesturing down. It's not as if I was about to refuse an invitation like that. I shuffled back a bit to bring my lips to his belly button (tip of the day - it's impossible to French kiss an "outey"). I shuffled back some more, running a finger down his treasure trail (and believe me, there's a much better reward than doubloons or pieces of eight), and my tongue down the almost-hairless join between his leg and crotch, wishing (not for the last time that night) that we hadn't had the bath before getting into bed - Danny smelt and tasted more of soap than the hint of sweat I expected. I refused to touch his cock, instead smothering his upper thighs with kisses, occasionally teasing his bollocks with my tongue, silently laughing at the way he squirmed to make the licks longer. I gave in slightly to him, rubbing my nose along his length, then placing a kiss on his foreskin-covered head, making it jerk at my touch. There was a thread of pre-cum hanging down, about to touch his belly, but I decided to leave that. I debated going down his legs to play with his feet, but after being in a bath, they're just slightly wrinkled bits of flesh and no fun at all. Besides, they wouldn't smell or taste right either, and that's rather important. No. Time to play elsewhere.
"Can I see your ass babe?" I asked, a red flush coming to my cheeks. It still somehow feels stupid, even when you're in bed together.
"Less teasing?"
"Promise."
He gripped his thighs, pulling them up towards his stomach. I leant in closer, but his balls were still loose enough to hang down annoyingly. I lifted them, giving a gentle squeeze, but it just meant one less hand to have fun with.
"Erm... could you do it on your hands and knees instead?" There was a bit of grumbling, but soon his arse was in the air in front of me. I stroked one hand over a cheek, feeling the few wiry hairs, loving its shade of pinkish-white. One hand on each cheek, I leant in, taking a (metaphorical) deep breath before kissing his asshole. Back a second and I ran the flat of my tongue over it. This time, I was glad he'd washed. Seemed slightly overrated as something to lick, but Danny let out a gentle moan, so I guessed it was something that turned him on anyway. I sucked on my middle finger, positioning it at his opening.
"Push out babe, it'll be easier" I whispered, before pushing my finger slowly into him. Warm... silky almost. Thankfully fairly clean. Bloody tight though. Made you wonder how the hell he went to the toilet.
There was only so much teasing I could stand - I wanted to... well... have a taste. I pulled my finger out, taking a moment to wipe it with a tissue before kissing his ass again and pushing it down onto the bed. Have to say, he has a very nice back. I couldn't resist laying a trail of kisses up it and onto his cheek. He rolled over and I kissed his lips, one hand reaching down while my tongue slipped into his mouth. His hands weren't exactly idle either - one slipped down my chest while the other tried to give me encouragement. More than I needed.
"Want to teach me how to give a blowjob?" I asked. A bit of shuffling and he was sitting up - more or less - and my mouth was about an inch away from his tip. His foreskin was shiny from spread pre-cum, and the bit poking out of the foreskin (tip of the head? Head of the tip? Whatever) looked... well... pink. Very pink. I'd read somewhere about keeping your teeth covered, so I made sure my lips covered them (making me feel like some toothless old granny). I just about managed to take him in my mouth (I can definitely see why protracted blowjobs would make your jaw ache - I mean, Danny isn't the most well-endowed person on this Earth (not that he's small either), and trying to get my mouth over it did actually hurt a bit. Snakes would be good at giving blowjobs in that respect - dislocating your jaw would be very helpful). I looked up at him, waiting for instruction.
"Erm... lick it, suck and watch the teeth."
I tried to say something along the lines of "What? Is that it? You're a crap teacher" but it just came up as... well... have you ever seen Kenny on South Park? Pretty much the way he speaks.
"Oh, and keep doing that. That's nice." I just (mentally) shook my head and swabbed my tongue over the head. Didn't taste bad, better than I was expecting. But then, it was Danny, how could he not taste good? Unless he'd been swimming in a pool of brussel sprout juice (seriously, who likes those? Hands up. Don't be shy. Good. When I take over the world you'll be first on the list).
You know, giving a blowjob is fun, even if it's an odd name - you don't blow usually (well, he does I guess), and a job is something you're meant to hate but have to do. Well, when I say it's fun, the actual task is kind of wearing, but the moans of pleasure and whispers of encouragement make it way way way worth it. After a while his groans mutated into a sort of high-pitched squeak, and his body tensed. Intellectually, I knew the reason, and I knew what came next (ooh, that was a bad one. Sorry). All the same, when I suddenly felt warm liquid hit the back of my throat, I still choked and pulled off quickly. It was lucky the reflex also closed my eyes, because the next shots hit my face, and I've read enough accounts of horrible pain from cum in the eyes to not want to try it myself. I managed to get my coughing under control, and licked my lips.
"Danny.... You got a tissue?" I asked plaintively, not trusting my hand alone to make sure it was safe to open my eyes.
"Just a minute babe. Am I allowed to say you're a natural?" I kept my eyes screwed up even though I loved what he said. Considering his job, he'd know about that sort of thing, and that I could make him happy...
"Hold still."
I tensed, waiting for the rough tissue against my eyelid. My only warning was hot breath against my face before a wet tongue slurped over my cheek. I couldn't help but giggle, especially when his hand encircled me, pumping slowly.
"There you go, all clean." I opened my eyes in time to see his Adam's apple bob with swallowing, followed by a quick circumnavigation of the lips by his tongue. God that was hot.
"Oh, wait, missed a bit." His lips were against mine almost before he'd finished speaking. I have to say, he was the best damn kisser. Although admittedly, he was also the only one who'd ever kissed me, so maybe my nomination is a bit baseless. On the other hand, every kiss sent me spiralling up to heaven and brought me back so I feel his lips and go up again, so... he's got to be close to the best anyway. All the while though his hand was busy rubbing and squeezing, bringing me to a peak. I couldn't exactly tell him to stop as my mouth was otherwise occupied and the fingernails digging into his back I think just enticed him. I've never really believed in orgasms that start at your toes and work up, but this one came pretty close. I think it started mid-calf, though I'm not entirely sure it didn't skip my knees. There is something infinitely more satisfying about cumming from someone else's ministrations than from your own. Less of the narcissism I guess.
When he finally let me breathe again he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking up my mess from it. It ought to have been the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. Even better than him licking his own. Instead... it just made me feel dirty. I grimaced when he offered me his hand - he just shrugged and finished cleaning it himself, a smear of white left around his lips promptly to be swabbed off by his tongue. I can look back now and say "fuck that's hot", but at the time... He turned to me with this shit-eating grin (I guess technically it was a cum-eating grin) and leant forward to kiss me. I twisted my head to get away from him, and I grant you Danny's not the most perceptive person in the world, but that was about when he twigged that something might be wrong. Well, I assume so anyway, considering the next words out of his lips were,
"What's wrong, babe?" His hand moved down, taking hold of mine and squeezing gently, protectively.
"Well... it's just..." I felt really stupid even trying to say it. "Do you ever get - just after you cum - that really unsexy feeling?" He just looked confused for a moment, then a glimmer of understanding came across his face.
"Used to. I just... well... after a while you... look, it's because you think this is wrong. It's not. We're having fun, that's all. Look, I love you, and this is definitely not bad - it's great." He squeezed my hand. "You're great. So... pucker up."
His lips met mine and this time I didn't resist. It was just kissing at first, then I slowly pushed my tongue past his lips and it became out and out snogging. He didn't let my hand go until I wrapped my arms round his back and shifted myself onto his lap. Nothing can detract from the feeling of a hot body against yours, knowing that he feels for you what you feel for him, not even a state of semi-post-orgasmic-depression (or whatever. Submissions for a better name can be sent on the back of a postcard to the usual address). After a while we sort of fell backwards (well, technically I fell forwards) so we were lying down next to each other, softly kissing, slowly recharging (sorry, myths of multiorgasmic men are just that - myths).
"So, uhm... do you want to... go the whole way?" He asked.
"Only if you come with me." Neither of us noticed the pun at the time luckily. He smiled, then frowned.
"So... you want to? I will if you don't want to."
"Sure babe." My lips met his again but we quickly parted so I could go get the baby oil from the bathroom (I bought it because I thought it might be fun to play with sometime... instead it just made everything feel greasy which annoyed me. Still, it was the only lube I had, unless you count the Vaseline my parents kept to put on the rim of plant pots to keep off slugs).When I got back, Danny was just tearing a condom out of its packet.
"You carry those with you?"
"Well... not since I met you. Got this one in the pub toilets."
"Ah." His hands moved down. "I thought you wanted me to do that?"
"You did? Oh. I thought you meant I'd be doing you."
That was actually what I'd originally meant, but since I'd thought he wanted the other... I knew first time sex was meant to be awkward, but I figured that was the positioning and all that crap - legs getting in the way, etc - definitely not this.
"You can if you want. Either way's good for me."
"Nah," he replied, walking over to me and unrolling the condom on me (COLD), "Think of it as an early Christmas present." He kissed me on the lips.
"I thought you were my Christmas present?"
"I am your present." He winked, taking the baby oil bottle out of my hands and heading towards the bed, wiggling his hips deliciously. He pulled two pillows to the middle of the bed and lay down so they were under his ass before gesturing me forwards. I watched him rub oil over his cock, and then down between his legs in preparation.
"Be gentle?" He whispered. I nodded. I couldn't bear to hurt him. He grabbed hold of his legs, leaving himself open for me. No pressure. I took a deep breath and pushed a finger into him. Looser than before - lube really does help even if it does leave your fingers horrible and greasy. I got a second finger in, and started twisting them, pulling out, pushing back in. Danny let out a slight groan - I decided that was probably a good thing. He looked delicious lying there in front of me - his hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping very gently. I leant forwards, gently nibbling his nipples as I withdrew and pushed in a third finger, trying to make the profile as small as possible. He gasped.
"How does it feel?"
"Hurts a bit. Keep going. Got to do this sometime. Want to feel you in me." I guess the way he spoke meant he was in more pain than he was letting on - I didn't really realise that at the time. He said go on, I did. A few minutes of working three fingers in and out, vaguely feeling around for his prostate, then I pulled them out and wiped them on a tissue before placing my tip at his entrance. I looked to him for permission to go ahead - he gave a wan smile which turned into a grimace as I pushed in. Still his eyes seemed to be pleading for me to continue, so I kept pushing until my hips touched his before stopping to let him get used to it. His oil-covered cock was drooping limply - not entirely soft but definitely not hard either. I leant forwards, placing a kiss on his chin.
"I swear you weren't this big earlier." He muttered.
"You make me grow down there."
"I'm told I have that effect." Gasping, he nodding slightly. "Go on."
I moved my hands to his sides.
"I love you Danny."
"Love you too." I started slowly pulling out, and pushing back in - I'd thought he was tight earlier around my finger, but when you put something more sensitive in... just wow. He was probably clenching involuntarily, but still... I tried to keep my pace steady, but you get caught up in it and find yourself going faster, racing towards orgasm. I moved a hand to encircle Danny's length, running my thumb over the tip, bringing it back to full hardness.
"Enjoying yourself yet?"
"Getting there."
I watched his hands grasp the covers as if unsure what else to hold - tightening and relaxing their grip in time with my thrusts. I started to zone out as orgasm approached - my eyes going unfocussed the only sounds audible past the thumping of blood in my ears the slapping of skin and my own heavy breathing. One final push and I came, release. I vaguely felt I was still pumping Danny's cock and that there was something warm and sticky covering my hand but I was pretty much too ecstatic to care.
It took a minute to come back to Earth. I pulled out and pulled off the condom, chucking it into the bin. I noticed the cum on my hand and looking Danny in the eyes, licked it off.
"Was it good for you too?" He asked jokingly, handing me a tissue to wipe off my sticky cock. He put the pillows back at the end of the bed (turning them over to put the baby oil patch on the bottom) and collapsed backwards.
"You're the best." A wave of drowsiness came over me and I yawned. He smiled at me. I crawled up the bed, nestling my head against him. "Love you."
"Love you too babe."