Desperate Daniel

He held his cock with his right hand. It filled his hand, looking very thick. He pulled back his foreskin fully. The sharp, distinctly male, smell of it hit me as I looked down at it. His bell end was bright red and moist. It looked hard and shiny - he must have been feeling so horny that it ached. He didn't masturbate it; he just stood with it in his hand, pointing it at me like a thick hose.

He said, "Don't take this the wrong way - I'm just feeling so frustrated right now - but smelling your girlfriend has made me really fucking horny."

I said, "You don't say."

He said, "What I would give to fuck her..."

I knew he wasn't really suggesting that he wanted to spoil things between Kaz and I. But I went along with his game. I said, "No way dude."

He said, starting to masturbate himself slightly, "Oh please. Pretty please."

I thought this was getting a bit weird. I wanted to end it. I realised he might be a lot more pissed than I'd thought at first. I noticed that the wastebasket had a few empty cans in it in addition to those on his desk.

I said, pulling back from him a bit, "I'd sooner let you fuck me, Danny."

He smiled and made a face as if considering what I'd said. Then he said, "Well... okay."

Now I was intrigued. We were both straight - overtly so - but here he was standing in front of me, hard dick in his hand, saying that he wanted to fuck me. This was quite an unexpected development and I was interested in seeing how serious he was. I said, "You're so fucking desperate you want me to bend over for you?"

He said, "I'd prefer Kaz. But you'll do."

He was still smiling mischievously. But then so was I. So it wasn't clear how serious either of us were. Well, I know that I wasn't serious, but did he know that? And did I know whether or not he was? This was quite a surreal moment.

I offered him a way out. I said, "Trouble is, Dan - I haven't got a nurse's outfit to wear."

He didn't take the escape route. He said, his grin fading. "No need for that. The way I feel, I'll fuck your shitter as you are. Right now."

That surprised me. But I liked the way he spoke. Kaz, and most other girls I'd been out with until then, were a bit prissy about sex talk. Liked to talk about "making love" and "pushing it inside" her. To hear Daniel use such raw language to describe sex between us appealed to me.

I didn't let him see my surprise, though. I just smiled at him. This could still be guy-talk, a joke we were having. I said, "Dan. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a guy. I have a dick. Not quite your sort, mate."

He pulled back slightly. I thought it had maybe dawned on him how far we'd gone because his face became colder and more sober. But his words proved me wrong. He said, "I really want to fuck Seb. I feel so fucking horny. Don't say anything to anyone. I don't fancy you - I just want to fuck you."

I said, "Jesus."

He waited for a more informative response.

I said, "It's a bit much to ask."

He said, "Yeah. I guess I'll owe you a few cans or something."

I blew up a bit at that: "Christ, I'm not a prostitute. I'm not for sale."

We stared at each other for a few seconds.

I added, "And anyway, my arse is worth more than a few cans of lager."

He smiled.

I could have said "No way", I guess, and just left it at that. Or let him down gently or some such crap. But I was really intrigued by this. I think at heart I'm a bit of a dirty bastard. Bit of a pervert. When opportunities to do stuff like this come along, I tend to go for them. So I said, "If you want to... kind of rub yourself against me - I'll go for that. It'll be interesting. But I don't want you to fuck me. It'll be too much."

He warmed to that idea. His face became more relaxed and he seemed happy that I'd suggested it. He said, "Yeah that'd be cool. Butt-fucking might have been a bit heavy, anyway."

By now my dick was a lot limper and, while still five inches or so, it hung downwards over the top of my balls. Daniel's cock, on the other hand, was still ablaze. He released his grip from it, and it stayed in an upright position, the stem looking like it had white stripes on it from the pressure of his fingers. It arched upwards, the large head now purple and throbbing. As I looked at it, a bead of clear fluid oozed out from his piss slit. It stayed on the end of his cock for a few seconds, like a clear pearl, before his movements caused it to spread out across the purple head. He was clearly a gifted guy in the trousers department. His cock must have been about nine inches long now that it was fully charged, but its thickness made it look far more substantial than my own cock which was a similar size when hard.

I said, "How do you want me big boy?"

He said, "Oh I dunno. Maybe lying on the bed...?"

This felt very weird. A mate of mine telling me to get on his bed so he could simulate sex against my butt. But I went with it.

I walked over to his bed, kneeled down on it and bent over. My palms were flat against his pillow.

He said, "No, lie down on the bed. Like you're a girl."

I felt a bit silly. I'd assumed he'd wanted me in a gay position - like I was ready to take it up my arse. But of course he'd want me to lie down on my back. So he could imagine I was a girl. That hadn't occurred to me.

I lay down on his bed. He climbed on top of me. It felt weird to be naked like this on another guy's bed and to have him mount me. As I said, Daniel was a big lad and he found it difficult to get on top of me easily. He kept pushing his knee into my balls or elbowing my face. After a few seconds, though, he managed to get his legs between mine, his hard cock pressed into my pubic hair and his face to one side of my head on the pillow. I could feel his ball sac hanging down between my thighs and his short brown hair tickling my ear.

He said, "You okay?"

I said, "Well it's incredibly weird. But apart from that..."

Daniel supported his large, well toned frame with his elbows so as not to crush me. Then he started slowly rubbing his cock against my crotch. It was quite painful to have my pubic hair pulled to and fro by the rubbings of his cock, but I didn't want to complain because I wanted him to cum as quickly as possible so that it would be over. In fact, I think if I'd have known how uncomfortable it would be to have Daniel on top of me, simulating sex, I wouldn't have agreed to let him do it to me.