Secrets 4

“And then I had to finally realize that you just wasn’t gonna like me that way. And it made me mad...it made me jealous...it made me wonder what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t make you want me.” I saw tears gathering in Danny’s eyes. Either he was being for real, or he was pulling off the performance of a lifetime. I listened to him, my face purposely blank, revealing no sympathy or apathy, just listening.

“I don’t have many friends, Sean. You’re basically the only friend I’ve ever had in my life...and I didn’t mean to fuck it up the way I did. I know I’ve been actin’ and crazy, but it was just `cause I didn’t know how to deal with it. I had nobody to talk to, nobody who understood where I was comin’ from. You probably don’t wanna be friend anymore, and I understand that. But I just wanted you to know that I loved you - that I still do love you - even if you’ll never love me back in the same way.”

Danny really had a talent for being persuasive with his words. I believed what he was saying, but at the same time I was still in doubt about his true intentions for coming to my home. I still remembered him on his knees in the bathroom stall, giving that dude head. I wanted to ask him about that, but didn’t know the most appropriate way to bring it up. That whole time I’d been listening to Danny talk, I didn’t even know what to say myself. Danny was waiting for me to say something. 

“It hurt that you treated me like that,” I said to him, still having my blank expression. “I thought we were better friends than that. But at the same time, I know now that I wasn’t as good as a friend to you as I should’ve been. The whole time I was obsessing over a guy who already had a girlfriend, while I was ignoring a cute, good person like you who was right in front of my face the whole time. I should’ve paid more attention to you, Danny. I should’ve let you know that you were more important to me.” Danny’s face lit up after I said those things. I really wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth or not, but I kept talking. 

“I still do care about you, Danny. And I know that a lot of the things you did, you did because you were hurt. And I know that I was responsible for a lot of that hurt. I apologize from that. I want you to know that I do still care about you. I do think you’re a great person.” Now I think it was Danny’s turn to be slightly doubtful of the things that I was saying. 

I leaned forward and kissed Danny, not because I really wanted to, but because I felt like it was something I needed to do to make things better. I needed Danny to believe that I really did care for him - when in reality my feelings about him were really conflicted. I didn’t hate him - but at the same time I didn’t like him that much either. Danny was surprised by the kiss, he hadn’t expected it at all, which was good. That was part of the plan. I continued to kiss Danny, imagining that it was Patrick that I was kissing instead. Danny was a good kisser, I had to admit, but I still felt no spark with him; I faked passion with Danny. I wanted him to believe that I really loved him, and I couldn’t believe the actions I was about to take to make him believe my lie. If Danny had come over here with the intention of tricking me or seducing me, or causing me more harm, I was going to play the game right back.

Danny climbed on top of me, kissing me wildly, shoving his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. I found his ass with my hands and placed them inside the waistband of his underwear, squeezing the tight flesh of his butt, and running an index finger down the length of his asscrack. Danny groaned and I felt his dick hardened within his pants, pressing roughly against my own crotch. Again, I had to admit Danny was making me a little hard. I had to think about Patrick to get myself in full boner mode. I flipped Danny over on the bed so that he was below me, laying on his stomach, his face resting on my pillow. I yanked off his shoes and socks. I unbuckled Danny’s jeans with one hand, and just about ripped his jeans off his pants. His bubble butt was encased in a sexy pair of tight white briefs. I removed his shirt first before I took off his underwear. I got off the bed and started to undress myself. Danny turned his head so that he could watch. 

“Don’t look at me,” I said.

Danny turned his head back in the other direction. I looked at the boy on my bed, dressed only in his underwear. I was looking at a boy that I had been with friends with and enemies, and somewhat back to friends in the course of four days.Getting on the bed again, I grabbed the waistband of Danny’s underwear. I stretched the band as far as it would go and then released it, making it slap against Danny’s ass. Danny groaned a little. “Fuck me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and thought of Patrick again, wishing it was me on the bed, him on top of me, ready to stick his dick into my ass. But it wasn’t. I snatched off Danny’s underwear violently, revealing his perfect butt. Of course I didn’t think his ass was better than Patrick’s. Nobody’s ass could be better than Patrick’s in my opinion. I squeezed both sides of Danny’s butt with both hands. I took a deep breath and stuck my tongue in his crack; his ass was very clean and sweet-tasting. I licked around his asshole in loose, slow circles. 

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I kept thinking of Patrick’s butt, wishing I was cleaning his hole with my tongue instead. Danny groaned and thrashed around on the bed, lifting his ass up so it was mashed harder against my face. I started to lick around faster and his hole started to open up a little. I removed my tongue from Danny’s butt, licked my middle finger, and rammed it in Danny’s ass without warning. I finger fucked him hard and fast and Danny enjoyed every bit of it. I was very hesitant about sticking my dick into his ass. I really didn’t want to go that far. After a few minutes passed, I realized I wouldn’t need to. Danny rolled over on his back jerking his dick wildly, and seconds later, an eruption of thick white cum shot out of his dick, landing on his inner thighs, stomach, chest, and chin. His body went into several violent convulsions, almost as if he were being possessed. Danny finally calmed down, with a huge smile on his face. He wiped the cum off his legs and stomach. I was nowhere close to shooting my load and was happy about that. I was happy that I didn’t have to fuck Danny. “That was good,” Danny whispered.

“Did you cum?” he asked.

“No...”

“I can suck you off...I want to swallow your cum...”

I got off the bed and started to put my clothes back on. I was starting to feel more than a little bit guilty about what had just happened. Somehow I kept thinking that I had betrayed Patrick somehow, even though I really hadn’t. “That’s okay. Maybe next time.”

“You sure?” Danny asked.

I nodded.

Danny fell back on the pillow. “Is it okay if I stay here a little while, or do you want me to leave?”

I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t want Danny to stay, but I was kinda afraid of Danny’s reaction if I said that I did want him to go home. “How about you come over tomorrow and we can do all the things we didn’t do today?” I suggested.

Danny looked at me for a while. “Okay,” he said. “That’s good.” He got up and got dressed. When he was finished, he said, “Walk me to the door, please.”

“Sure,” I said. I walked Danny to the front door and opened it. “Do you want me to drive you home?” I asked.

“No,” Danny said. He stepped out onto the porch. Before he was about to leave, Danny turned to me and said, “You still don’t like me.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond and I really didn’t know what to say. “Goodbye, Sean.” It sounded like a final farewell, as though I was never going to see him again...