Midnight Ride

Danny called me at ten minutes to eleven Friday night, to say that he was gonna come by my place and pick me up. Since I wasn't doin nothing `cept layin on the couch and watchin stupid shit on TV, I said, "Whatever. Come through." 

Fifteen minutes later, Danny honked his horn. I grabbed my sweatjacket, wallet, and keys, and went outside into the warm summer night. 

"Hurry the fuck up, Freddy!" Danny screamed. "Get your ass in this car!"

I jogged over, opened the car door, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut behind me. Danny's car smelled like old pizza and his rank (but kinda sexy) body odor. As soon as I put my seatbelt on, Danny peeled off down the street, running through the red light. "What the fuck are you doin?" I asked. "Slow the fuck down."

Danny laughed and his attractive deep voice turned me on. Well, everything about Danny turned me on, he was one sexy ass dude. He was tall, like 6'5, and almost two hundred pounds of hard muscle. Danny treated his body better than he did anything or anyone, that dude basically lived at the gym, and sometimes, when he took off his shirt, I had to look the other way to prevent myself from staring too long and getting a boner. It was kinda weird bein alone in the car with Danny, cause we never usually hung out alone, we usually hung out with our other friends: Steven and John. And I was kinda expectin them to be in the backseat when I got in the car, but they weren't. "Are we bout to go pick up the others?" I asked Danny. 

"No," Danny said turning to look at me real quick. He smiled, and even though his face was covered with shadows, I could still see that he was a really, really, sharp-lookin dude. His perfect smile could make my blood boil and my toes curl. Danny had great dark eyes. Sometimes when he looked at me, it was if though he knew he had the power to make me do whatever is was that he wanted me to do. And to a certain degree he could make me do what he wanted me to do. I couldn't think of what I wouldn't do for Danny, or what I wouldn't do TO Danny. Of course I don't think he knew that. "I just wanted to hang out with you tonight," Danny continued to say. 

I was kinda nervous and excited at the same time. "Hang out and do what?"

Danny came to a stop at an intersection. He placed his hand around the stick shift and begin to stroke it up and down slowly. I assumed he was just joking, and that he couldn't be really thinkin about what I was thinking about. "I just wanna ride around," Danny said. "And chill out a bit." Danny looked at me. There was a look in his eyes, a look that almost made me think he wanted to reach over and put his tongue into my mouth. "That cool with you, Fred?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and when I opened my mouth to talk, my words came out kinda squeaky, "I'm cool."

Danny chuckled and the light turned green. He went on the freeway and took us to quiet streets and neighborhoods that I didn't recognize too well at night. "Where we goin?" I asked.

"Up this hill," Danny said. "There's like this place where you can see the whole city below. Not too many people go there."

I was beginning to wonder why Danny wanted to take me alone, at night, up to some hill where nobody else goes. My only ideas where that he wanted to kill me, which was stupid, or...

"Almost midnight," Danny said.

I looked at the clock on Danny's dashboard. It was eleven thirty-seven. Danny started to drive up a steep incline. The engine growled and roared as we pushed up the giant hill. It almost felt like we were drivin up to the sky it was so steep. We eventually leveled out, and came upon a road that didn't have streetlights or nothin. Except for the headlights, there was nothin else to give light. We drove for a little while longer, passing a whole bunch of tall trees, until we came to a clear spot that overlooked the entire city. It was beautiful. Danny drove close to the edge of the cliff, not too close, but close, and turned off the engine and headlights. My heart started to beat. Danny reclined his seat a litle and kicked back with his 
arms behind his head. I just looked out the window watching all the lights below.

"I've never been up here before," I said.

"Yeah," Danny said, "Only been here a few times myself."

"What, did you bring some girl up here and fuck her?" I asked with a smile on my face. Danny punched me on the shoulder playfully.

"Hell no," he said, "I would never bring a girl up here."

That made me stop smiling, and I could feel my dick get a little hard. "How come?"

Danny looked at me, his eyes staring seriously into my face. "Why would I want to?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." It was kinda hot in the car, so I rolled the window down a little. Cool air from outside brushed against my face. 

"Put your seat back and relax," Danny said. "We're gonna be here for a little while."

With my dick steadily growing in my jeans, I brought my seat back and laid back.

"Feel better?" Danny asked?

"Yeah."

We were quiet for a little while, but I could hear Danny breathing softly, and I wanted to reach over and touch him, to see if he was awake. And I also wanted to touch him to know how he felt like without clothes on. I tried to push those thoughts away, but they kept comin in my head, never going away. Danny kicked off his shoes and pressed his naked feet against the windshield. I took my shoes off too, but I kept my feet on the floor. "I'm hot," Danny said. 

Yes, you are hot, I thought.

Danny pulled off his oversized shirt, revealing the tank top he wore beneath. I saw his biceps and triceps bulge as he removed the shirt and threw it in the back. I wanted to lick those beautiful, massive arms, and my dick was almost fully hard by that point. I placed my hands over the front of my jeans to try and keep it down. Of course it didn't work out. 

"Freddy, aren't you hot?"

I swallowed. "A little."

"Then take off your shirt or somethin. Feels like a sauna up in here," Danny said.

I knew that if I took my shirt off and let Danny see my chest (rather he cared to see it or not) that my boner wouldn't go down until I shot my cum. "That's ok," I said. "I'm cool. I'll just roll down the window some more." And I rolled the window down partway, allowing more air to come inside.

Danny pulled off his tank top, showing his naked chest. I wished there had been more light for me to see his chest. I saw parts of it though, and those parts looked really nice. "It's kinda dark in here," I said, "Can you turn the headlights back on or somethin?"

"I like it dark like this," Danny said, giving me that same seduction look from before. "You'll get used to it." He reached over and grabbed at the hem of my shirt. "Take this off. You know you're hot."

Reluctantly, taking my hands off the front of my pants, I pulled my shirt slowly over my head. Sweat had already begun to pour down my naked chest. "Good," Danny said, eyes on my half bare body, "That feels a whole lot better, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Danny leaned back in his seat again. I saw his hand reached for the stick shift again and start to stroke it once more. He lifted his hips a little and groaned, very lightly. My dick was raging hard now. I wanted to snatch it out my jeans and start jacking off. Sweat continued to fall down my chest and back. The heat was really gettin to me. 

"Fred...?" Danny whispered. His hand continued to glide up and down the stick shift. I unzipped my jeans slowly and softly so that Danny wouldn't notice. I reached inside and found my warm dick, squeezing the large head. 

"Huh?" I asked.

"I just wanted to say your name," Danny said. 

"Say my name for what?"

Danny rotated his head in my direction. I felt his eyes on me again, on my chest, on my arms, and then down to my crotch area. He saw my hand inside my pants. Danny released the stick shift, and I felt his fingers creep across my thighs, making their way over to where my hand was. He moved my hand aside and squeezed my rock hard dick. "Fred..." he muttered again. "I wanna..." and then he stopped. 

"You wanna what?" I asked, my heart beating quickly.

"You know what I wanna do, Fred."