Dane & Blake

Soccer practice had just ended, and the boys were gathering their things to head home.
“Dane, can I grab a ride?” Blake yelled to his good friend as they walked away from the field.
“Yeah, sure,” responded Dane.
They got in Dane’s car and left the school’s parking lot. Conversation was the same as usual: the upcoming game, tomorrow’s big test in Calculus, and last night’s episode of 24. Blake’s house was only a short distance from practice, so they were outside his place before they knew it.
“Thanks man,” Blake said as he grabbed his bag from the backseat, “I owe you one.”
“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow,” said Dane as Blake shut the door and began the walk up to his house. He marched up the steps and to the front door while Dane drove away. He quickly remembered that his parents had told him they wouldn’t be home until late that night and they would be locking the doors. He began to search his bag for the house key and realized that it wasn’t in there. All of a sudden, Blake remembered that he had set the key on the top shelf of his locker at school when he reached for his cleats in the bottom, so he wouldn’t be able to get it until the next morning. He whipped out his cell phone and called who he always would in a situation like this.

“Hey, Dane, it’s Blake. I left my house key at school and won’t be able to get in until later tonight. Do you think I could crash at your place for a couple of hours?”
“Of course, man, I’ll be back in a second to pick you up.”
“Thanks dude, I appreciate it.”

* * * * *

Back at Dane’s house, the two had settled in on the couch in his room and were channel surfing when Blake suggested that they should study for the Calculus test.
“You’re right, but do you mind if I grab a quick shower first? I hate sitting around in all that dried sweat and stuff from soccer.”
“Sure, whatever you want,” Blake said without really paying attention. They’d been friends since middle school and were entirely comfortable in front of each other. Dane slipped off his shirt and shorts and left his room heading for the shower in his boxers.

It was still September so it was quite hot outside, but due to the age of his house, Dane didn’t have any air-conditioning. Blake found the heat oppressive, and thought taking off his shirt might make the situation a little better. Blake had an all-American look about him: he was about 6’2”, with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. His chest was well built; he had large pecs and big arms, but he was realistic looking with a flat stomach and undefined abs. In any case, he simply continued to watch T.V., apparently unable to find anything worth settling on.

Dane walked back in the room, green towel tucked around his waist. His thin, tanned body looked better than ever fresh out of the hot shower. He wasn’t as big, maybe 5’10” or 11”, and had a smaller set of arms and a flatter chest. But his hotness lay in how defined every single one of his muscles was: they seemed to be trying to pop out of his skin. His perfect six-pack gave way to his pecs, each with a beautiful, large, brown nipple. His face was that of a European model, sharp in all the right places with piercing green eyes, topped with nicely spiked dirty blond hair. He dropped the towel, revealing a limp 5” cock, and dried himself off well. All throughout, Blake’s eyes remained fixed on the T.V. screen
Dane sat down on the couch, still completely naked due to the heat, and asked Blake what was on.
“Not much. I was hoping for a show with some hot girls or something, but nothing seems to be on.”
“Yeah, I’m so horny. I haven’t cum in like 3 days,” said Dane, beginning to play with his flopping dick.
“Dude, why don’t you just like, you know, take care of yourself?”
“I think I will. You care if I just do it right here, right now?”
“Not at all. Take it away, man. Here, I found something for you,” Blake said as he stopped the T.V. on an episode of some soap opera with a few hot chicks and turned the volume low.
“Nice,” mumbled Dane has he stroked his now semi-hard cock.

Blake looked his friend up and down and had an idea. He turned his eyes toward the T.V. and slid his hand gently onto Dane’s upper thigh, though not in a sexual way. Dane took notice, but thought Blake’s hand must have just slipped since he was more focused on the show than where he placed his hands. But a moment later, Blake extended a finger that reached out and touched the base of Dane’s erection.
Dane paused, turned his head to Blake, and said in slight bewilderment:
“Dude, what are you doing?”
Blake took a moment to respond, but managed to clumsily say:
“Well, I know that it feels a lot better when someone else does it, and I read online that a lot of good guy friends will just, sort of, do it for each other, and I also thought, you know, you’re always giving me rides everywhere, and you’re letting me stay at your house this evening, and I had said that I owed you one, and…”
“Dude, you’re not, like, gay, are you?”
“No, no, it’s not cause I really want to do it or anything, it’s just cause of everything I said before, and I guess I just don’t really mind doing it or anything.”
“Well…if you…I guess…if it’s okay for you, you could jack me off, I mean, you’re right, it does feel better that way,” Dane stuttered.

Without saying a word, Blake took his left hand and made a fist around Dane’s rock hard member as Dane placed his hands at his sides. The stroking began almost immediately; and after some initial hesitation, Dane closed his eyes and threw his head back so as to fully enjoy his first handjob in quite some time.
Blake kept his eyes centered on the task at hand, stroking the penis with a firm hand moving up and down at a comfortable pace. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was doing it right, since he had only ever practiced on himself, but had all his fears erased when Dane began to breathe heavily, letting out small moans every couple of strokes.
“Faster,” he exhaled, and Blake began to thrust his hand up and down rapidly, intent on finishing the job. Less than a minute after placing the request, Dane’s dick began to throb in Blake’s hand while he moaned much louder than before. Thick gobs of creamy white gism shot out of the head and landed first on Dane’s chin, then his pecs, then abs, until only little bits went dribbling down onto Blake’s fingers.
The pair sat completely still for a moment, Dane basking in the glow of what he had now determined to be one of his best orgasms ever. Blake slowly let go of Dane’s rod, and upon being released, it swung straight back into place pointing up at Dane’s face. Blake was unsure of what to do next, but decided they should clean up and, unable to find any tissues or similar objects, proceeded to lick the cum off of his fingers, curious to find out what it tasted like.

“Let me clean you up,” he said to Dane, who had assumed that he meant to do so with some sort of cloth or paper product. But instead Blake, who found he enjoyed the taste of Dane’s salty cum, removed himself from the couch and set himself up on his knees, straddling Dane’s feet on the floor.
Before Dane had a chance to say anything, Blake set his hands on Dane’s thigh and placed his mouth over the wad of cum on Dane’s chin. He kept it there for a while, sucking and licking until he was sure there would be none left. He then made his way down Dane’s body, getting each spot with the same enthusiasm as the first, and stopping only for small detours to suck on those big, beautiful, brown nipples, or to place small kisses all over Dane’s chest and shoulders.
When Blake finally finished lapping up all the gism (leaving only the little bit on Dane’s once again limp cock), he got up, sat back down on the couch to the right of Dane, and stared straight ahead, waiting for something or someone to tell him what to do next.
“Thanks,” said Dane. Then he got up, put on some shorts, and uttered, “I guess we better get to studying now.”

* * * * *

A few days had passed since “the favor,” and it was now the Saturday afternoon before the big game against their archrivals, St. John’s, a local private catholic school. Neither Dane nor Blake had said a word to anyone, not even each other, about what happened that night. They continued on with their lives as if nothing had happened between them, and since they were untouched by worry or any feelings for each other, they were able to win the game that night. It had been close; Dane, the goalkeeper, was unable to block two goals shot at him by the opposing team, but fortunately the offense was able to get three past the St. John’s goalkeeper. The entire team was in a state of ecstasy, yelling and cheering, and congratulating other team members with slaps on the back or ass in the locker room. As the team walked out to be greeted by their fans, Blake yelled over the voices, “party at my house!”

A small get together had formed at Blake’s house that night. The soccer team and select friends and girlfriends had gathered in living room of Blake’s house, where they talked, ate, drank, and after a while turned on a movie. Time passed and it got late; some of the players went home early since they had to be up for church the next morning, and by 1 A.M. only Dane, Blake, and Blake’s girlfriend Anna remained.
“I’d better get going, my parents want me to get up for a brunch with my grandparents tomorrow morning,” Anna said to Blake as the two got up and walked to the door.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow baby,” Blake replied. They embraced and Anna gave him a small goodnight kiss on the lips before turning around and walking out to her car. Blake walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch next to Dane.
“So, have you fucked her yet?” Dane inquired.
“No, it’s been like 3 months and everytime we get close to doing it, she’s all like ‘I’m not ready for this yet.’ I’m really starting to get sick of it,” Blake said in a slightly annoyed tone.
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, man, if I don’t get some soon, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
“Well, you know, you did do that one thing for me once, and if you wanted me to, I wouldn’t mind doing the same for you. You know, like returning the favor?” Dane said quietly.
“Thanks a lot, but I need to get some real action. Hands just aren’t doing it for me anymore,” said Blake with little enthusiasm.
“Well, I could maybe, like, please you in another way or something,” Dane replied shyly.
“Are you suggesting that we, like, you know…have sex?”
“Sort of.”
“Dude, that’s really gay,” Blake said seriously.
“Well, yeah, it is, but I mean, if neither of us have any feelings for each other, than it’s just for pleasure really, and it’s not because we like, want to do it with a guy or anything.”
“Sure, that’s true for the guy who is like…the top one or whatever, but what about the guy that has to take it? I mean he’s not getting anything out of it and he’s still having sex with another guy. I definitely don’t want to be that guy.”
“No, he’s okay because he’s like, sort of making a sacrifice for his friend, and the pleasure he gets out of it is just seeing that he made his friend happy,” Dane said staring down at the ground, making sure not to look anywhere near Blake.
“Well then let’s go up to my room and take care of the situation,” Blake said, too horny to argue anymore. He got up off the couch and took Dane’s hand in his. Dane looked up into Blake’s eyes, and seeing the true sympathy and anxiety in his friend, got up and followed Blake up the steps and into his room.

* * * * *

Once inside with the door shut and locked, they both paused for a moment, unsure of what the first step to take was at a time like this.
“Well, you do have to be naked to have sex…” Blake said. He walked over to Dane and grabbed his shirt on the sides, slipping the green sleeve-less shirt off of his friend and throwing it on the floor. The next thing he went for was Dane’s belt buckle, and, after undoing it clumsily, he dropped Dane’s cargo shorts to the floor. Dane stepped out of the pile of clothes at his feet and remained silent as Blake reached around him and faintly caressed his lower back before sliding his boxers to the floor.
“I guess you should get on the bed now,” Blake said gently. Dane, now completely naked, sat on the edge of the bed and waited as Blake took off his t-shirt, belt, and jeans, exposing tented boxers that could do nothing to conceal his hard-on. He quickly took them off too, and Dane, upon seeing Blake’s thick 9 inch cock, and suddenly realizing where it was going next, began to second guess his decision.
“Dude, wait, are you sure we should do this? It could like change our relationship and stuff,” Dane stammered.
“I think our relationship would be worse off if we got to this point and then stopped,” Blake reassured him, “And if you’re worried about my dick going into your ass, you shouldn’t be, cause I’ve got some lube. And I know it’s possible, I’ve heard about stuff like this before.”
“Okay,” said Dane, swallowing his pride, “but promise to go easy. I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to.”
“I promise.”
“What about a condom? Shouldn’t we use one?” Dane asked hesitantly.

“I don’t have any with me, but if you want I guess we could run out and get some. But I mean, I know I don’t have any diseases, and I trust you that you don’t, and it’s not like you’re going to get pregnant or anything,” Blake said in a brief moment of humor that lightened the mood. By this time Blake was standing by the bed, fully lubricated and ready to go, while Dane sat in the same position he had been in for the entire conversation. Blake walked over to him, and ever so gently pushed him down so that he lay flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Blake then grabbed him by the ankles and raised his legs so as to expose Dane’s fuzzy hole.
“Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” answered Dane.
Blake placed the head of his dick at Dane’s asshole and began to apply pressure. The going was tough and he had barely entered at all when Dane screamed:
“Aw, fuck! Stop! That hurts so bad.”
“Dude, you know it’s going to hurt…”
“I know, I know, but can’t you, like, loosen it up first or something? I mean, if a girl gets fucked for the first time she’s usually been fingered before or something…”
“Do you want me to like, finger your ass?” Blake asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.
“Well, yeah if it’ll be less painful then.”
“Dude, you like shit out of there and stuff. I don’t want to like, stick my fingers in there.”

“Dude, you’re about to stick your dick in there, I would think a finger or two would be the least of your concerns,” Dane said sarcastically. Blake noticed his hypocrisy and rested Dane’s legs on his shoulders. He squeezed some more lube onto his fingers and slowly inserted his right pointer finger into Dane’s hole. Dane exhaled loudly and Blake began to wiggle his finger around, sliding it in and out a bit. He found he rather enjoyed the feeling of Dane’s hot, slimy ass and decided it would be good for his middle finger to join the pointer inside. He slid them around for a moment and inserted a third finger. After a few minutes, Dane had five fingers in his ass and wasn’t screaming at all.
“Okay, I think you can go now,” Dane said reluctantly.

Blake repositioned his cock at the entrance to Dane’s ass and again applied pressure. But this time, instead of being met with resistance and screams, Blake slid right inside. Dane grunted with pain, but didn’t say a word. He knew he just had to take it. Blake began to make short movements back and forth inside of Dane, who was know on the bed contorting in pain. Blake paused for a moment.
“Dude, you know what’s kind of weird to think about?” he asked.

“What?” Dane quickly groaned, unable to speak more than one syllable at a time.
“I’m like, inside of you right now. Like a part of me…is in you. That’s kind of cool.”
“Yeah—wanna—just do it—now?—get—it—over with?”
‘Oh yeah, sorry,” said Blake who began to pump his rod into and out of Dane’s tight manhole. Dane’s pain seemed to increase; he whimpered on every thrust. Blake tried his best to be gentle, but the pleasure was so great he couldn’t help but go faster and harder. He penetrated Dane deeply, and was getting deeper with every push. Dane was doing nothing but yelling with pain until, after what seemed like forever to him, Blake’s head hit a very special spot inside of him. Although it still hurt tremendously, Dane found that this sensation made the experience somewhat enjoyable, and after a few minutes of having his prostate massaged from the inside, something changed. The pain subsided and was replaced by a small pleasure. Dane was somewhat taken aback—was he gay for finding enjoyment in being fucked by his best friend? But all thoughts disappeared as the small pleasure grew into a source of considerable delight. Each penetration felt great against Dane’s insides and he began to moan with pleasure as he grabbed his dick and began to masturbate.

“No—wait,” Blake said. Dane obeyed and reached up to place his hands around Blake’s torso, pulling him closer.
“Oh shit,” Blake muttered, “I’m gonna cum.”

Before Dane had a chance to do anything, he felt the cock deep inside of him begin to pulsate, and an instant later jets of Blake’s creamy seed were shooting against the inside of Dane’s ass. The sensation was amazing for both the boys and seemed to last longer than any other orgasm ever had. Once finished, Blake rested for a second before slowly pulling out and setting Dane’s legs back on the floor. Dane began to rise, but Blake placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down against the bed.

“Wait,” Blake said. He got down on his knees and placed his mouth around the asshole he had just fucked. He sucked and licked for a moment, collecting as much of the cum that was streaming out of Dane’s hole as he could. He held his own seed in his mouth for a moment, swishing it around and mixing it with his spit before he, without warning, took all of Dane inside his mouth. Dane was caught completely off guard and gasped when his dick was engulfed by Blake’s mouth. The cum/spit mixture turned out to be an excellent lubricant, and the already horny Dane found himself near the point of no return in almost no time at all. Blake had barely gone down on him 10 times before Dane exploded in the mouth of his teammate, shooting deep into Blake’s throat more cum than he knew he could produce.
Blake withdrew himself slowly from Dane’s rock-hard dick, sucking the whole way and collecting as much man seed as he could. They looked at each other, and Blake smiled a wide smile full of both of their loads and a lot of his own spit, before closing his mouth and swallowing hard.

Blake got up and pulled Dane fully onto the bed, then lay down behind him, dick pressed against Dane’s crack, arm wrapped around his side, teasing Dane’s sensitive nipples.
“That was awesome,” Blake said.
“Yeah, it was,” agreed Dane, turning around and kissing Blake on the lips.