pnp DESIRED OBSESSIONS: Reckless Reunion

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Part One: Familiar Disasters

They both remembered the last time they saw each other.

Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved.

Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory.

And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow.

Until tonight.

Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed.

Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself.

They closed the distance like magnets.

“God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought.

Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.”

He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in.

Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.”

We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup.

Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question.

Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led.

They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch.

If you knew, you knew.

From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over.

Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.”

They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch.

Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things.

They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little.

"We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully.

Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement.

Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on.

They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing.

Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless.

"You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth.

Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this.

Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him.

Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower.

Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers.

"Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago."

"Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change."

He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt.

The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside.

Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy.

Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control.

Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity.

Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making.

He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment.

Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before.

"You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted.

Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out."

Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled.

"Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…"

Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…"

Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it.

Daniel swallowed it hungrily.

"I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel.

Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you."

"How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher.

"I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing."

Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged.

With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body.

Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish.

Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely.

Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…"

With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release.

They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion.

Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost.

As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows.

Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley.

Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night.

Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car.

The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. 

Was it so bad?

[END OF PART ONE]

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Part Two: Urge to Damage

Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost.

He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan.

Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out.

Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt.

Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him.

He loved that feeling.

"You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal.

"I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin.

They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth.

"I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

“Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up.

“I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away.

“Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing.

Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.”

 slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.”

Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive.

Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft.

Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly.

Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it.

"You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning.

Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access.

"Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole.

"I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement.

Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again.

Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first.

"Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure.

Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside.

"Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust.

Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin.

 

Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily.

When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock.

He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..."

Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded.

Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole.

Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.”

He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.”

Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes.

Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire.

"I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel.

"Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation.

Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him.

Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had.

"I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening.

"I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's.

They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different.

Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment.

After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.”

Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip.

Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum.

"You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips

Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt.

Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority.

Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base.

Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep.

"You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine.

Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force.

Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip.

Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high.

Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum.

With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth.

Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.”

Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms.

They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off.

"This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened.

Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore.

"Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible.

As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust.

"You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant.

Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's.

"Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me."

Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body.

Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting.

Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.”

Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.”

Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation.

“Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust.

Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?”

Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you”

Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled.

[END of PART TWO]

[Dirrtydan1]

So fucking hot. Daniel is a very lucky bottom

[bottomboyam]

Super hot. 

[MethPerv]

Fucking hot, Meth is awesome.

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Part Three: The Night of the Blackout

It was hour six of the city-wide blackout. The summer had been hot, but now that it was August, the night was almost unbearable. With no A/C, people fled their houses and poured out into the city. The air was thick, wet, and smelled that way summer used to.

The streets outside Daniel's family's apartment building had started to fill with the wail of police sirens. Looters were busting up the storefronts nearby; he knew his older cousin, who he lived with along with his uncles and grandparents, was part of that chaos.

Their grandparents had left a few days ago on a summer trip one state over, and since Daniel's uncles were never home, he and his cousin had to watch the house. Since he was the youngest, his cousin had told him he had to stay home. He agreed without a fight; he had summer school homework that he was now trying to complete by the flickering light of a few candles huddled together on his small desk. 

His mind was half on equations and half on the low, restless hum of the night beyond his window.

Daniel kept losing concentration in the dark and curious about what was going on outside, in the streets. His curiosity had always gotten the better of him, especially as he got older. 

When he first stumbled upon his uncle’s stash of porn videos in his drawer, he started attempting to watch them whenever he was alone. That happened very little, so each time was exciting, his very own “sneaking around”, and he liked doing something no one was supposed to know about. 

Tonight, the videos were out of the question. 

He imagined one of the scenes where a cop pulls a woman over and ends up fucking her on the hood of his police cruiser. He stood up from the desk; he had to do something about it.

He wandered into the room his uncle and cousin shared. He knew there weren’t any magazines, and if there were, they would be of women. He didn’t like them, not in that way. He liked imagining himself as them, though. Next to the closet door was a clothes hamper, and laying on top was a pair of green boxers. He didn't know why, didn't even question it, he just took the boxers to the bed with him. He folded a pillow in half and laid on it stomach-down. He liked to grind his cock into pillows like that, so when he came, he felt it hot on his skin.

He pressed the front of the boxers to his face and inhaled. He wasn't sure if they were his uncle's or his cousin's, but the material held a musky scent, faint with a bit of cologne. He rolled his hips against the pillow, up and down, dragging it out like a sexy, slow dance. He moaned and inhaled again. The smell made him grind deeper into the pillow. 

He imagined the scene again: the police officer’s cock, very long and veiny, incredibly hairy. When he started to pound the woman super fast, he would pull out, there would be a white juice on it, and he wondered how it would taste. That was his favorite part of the video. The officer said, “Suck my cock clean.” She threw herself to her knees and swallowed his cock, her tongue wiping every inch. 

Daniel had practiced on bananas and zucchinis and cucumbers after studying how the women in the porn videos would suck dudes off. 

His hard dick rubbed against him and the pillow, and it felt so good. He inhaled again, and on the third inhale, he put the boxers in his mouth. He thought of the cop’s veiny cock in his mouth, tasting his own juices after having it inside of him. He moaned again; this was by far the hottest thing he had ever done.

Then, the familiar creak of the front door hit his ears. Someone had walked in.

He leaped up as fast as he could, simultaneously tossing the boxers off the foot of the bed and the pillow to the top. The air seemed to shift in a way he couldn’t explain. He was about to ask who it was as he grabbed the bedroom door, ready to slam it and lock it shut, but then he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! I couldn’t tell if y’all were home! My bad, I used the key under the thing! It’s me, Juan!”

Daniel was immediately relieved but then quickly on edge. He understood the way the air had shifted now.

Juan was one of his cousin’s best friends. He was older than Daniel's cousin from failing a grade, maybe two, in the past, but they hung around together for years. Juan did look a bit older. He was tall, and Daniel noticed every summer how, when Juan wore white tank undershirts, his muscles became more defined. He was Latin, and Daniel's favorite part about him was the caramel color of his skin; it drew him in. Always in an ironed, pressed outfit, Juan was the kind of guy who always wore high-tops, most of the time brand new. Daniel asked him once, and he said, “I’m lucky with delivery trucks. I’m always around when they fall off the back of em.”

Daniel was always alert and attentive when Juan was around. He would second-guess everything he would say, get flustered, and either say nothing or bomb a joke. But Juan would save them if he could, and if he was too slow and Daniel’s cousin used it to dog on him, Juan would shoot Daniel an eye-roll or shake his head quickly. So, Daniel decided he had a big crush on Juan a while ago.

A couple of months back, there was a night Daniel’s cousin and Juan stopped by the house before heading out for the night. Daniel had been in the front room working on a long math equation, so he spread out multiple pages of paper on the floor. His grandmother was off in her corner sewing, and the TV was playing the baseball game. That was the only reason his cousin and Juan came into the front room.

Daniel had shifted from this position so many times on account of how long he had been trying to solve this problem. He sat with his legs crossed, checked his work, and then shifted to laying flat on his stomach. He found a mistake and erased half a page, propping his head up on his elbows. When Juan and his cousin ran in to check the score on the game, Daniel was kneeling, sitting back on his legs, his ass angled upward.

They yelled about the score and complained about a call, and his cousin said he’d be real fast and change his clothes.

Daniel had been so focused on the equation and its multiple possibilities that he hadn’t been aware of his position or who he was positioned in front of.

Juan greeted Daniel’s grandmother, who responded short and quickly. She didn’t care for Juan or most of his friends.

“Damn, that looks hella confusing…” Juan said, just above Daniel.

Daniel’s pencil froze. He felt odd for sitting the way he was. He managed to say, “It is. And, hella annoying to take up this much space.” He glanced over his shoulder. Juan had on all-black high-tops with gold trim at the bottom. The sneaker’s emblem was also gold. He kept looking at Juan.

A smirk on his face, Juan said, “Looks like you got it all figured out down there to me.”

Daniel sat up, feeling dumb, and shrugged. “I guess.”

“Nah, nah. Don’t let me disturb you while you work. Get back down there and keep doin’ your thing.” Juan said as he turned to leave.

But Daniel caught a small lick of Juan’s lips and an even smaller bite of the lower one. He swore he did. His heart and dick jumped. He smiled and put his chest down and continued to do his thing like Juan told him to.

In the darkness, Juan held out his cell phone for light in front of him. Then he heard, “I’m just here, it’s Daniel!” followed by a floating candle down the hallway. Then, Daniel’s face appeared, and that made Juan smile, like it always did when he saw Daniel.

Juan knew he was sweet on Daniel ever since he met him. He thought Daniel was a good soul and a little like a character from a cartoon that always makes it work. He would hang around all his friends, and not that anyone was mean to Daniel, only his cousin could be, but they weren’t all that inviting. So, Juan became the one to make sure Daniel felt included when he was around.

Over the years, Daniel went from being awkward and nerdy to, well, what Juan thought was mad cute, at times, sexy and even beautiful.

Juan wasn’t really into guys. He liked doing things with them on the DL (he gave head a few times but preferred getting it, he would never eat ass and never kiss). He knew he wasn’t straight but he wasn’t gay. He had to keep everything to himself anyway, so it helped him not have to figure any of that out. He just did what he wanted to do, and as he got older, in all the adventurous ways he learned how to do it.

Daniel had feminine features, but he wasn’t all that feminine. He was still a boy and didn't try to act like a female. He was just different. He was Daniel, the person Juan would jerk off to all the time. Once, Juan had to use their bathroom to rub one out quick after he saw Daniel laying on the floor, his ass up. Presented.

Juan locked the bathroom and shoved his shorts down. His cock was already getting hard. He grabbed it, left hand over, tugging it downward with full long strokes. The way Daniel was positioned, the curve of his back, the way his ass was slightly lifted, his ass round, not big but full…it was all too much. He imagined Daniel’s cousin pulling Daniel’s shorts down, for Juan to plunge his cock into his small hole. 

He switched to hand under his meat stroking faster as he imagined the way it would feel, better than a pussy, he whispered to himself. 

He thought of how Daniel would moan. He was small though and his waist was tiny. Juan even had girls telling him he was too big, so he knew Daniel would cry out. Quicker breaths escaped him, his foreskin felt heavy between his hands as it slid up and down. The thought of Daniel’s cousin holding him down and covering his mouth so his grandparents wouldn’t hear, made him shoot three long strands of white cum into the air, and onto his stomach. He shuddered as he squeezed his nut from the tip of his cock.

He looked around for a towel but grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which was a green pair of boxers. He used them to clean himself of the cum. He grabbed some clothes off the floor and held them up when he walked out. He complained about having to step on them and told his best friend to stop being a slob. He tossed the pile into the bedroom hamper.

He knew he needed to be around Daniel more. The feeling was growing stronger, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself from Daniel.

Juan knew his smile was big when he saw that face in the candlelight. He complained to himself and asked why Daniel had to be so fucking cute. Because what followed were always dirty thoughts. And Juan was extremely creative when it came to his dirty thoughts.

But tonight, only Daniel was at the house, and they hadn’t ever been alone before. And on account of the chaotic mindset the blackout had put on everyone, hell, Juan had smashed some windows, letting Daniel’s cousins and his friends into some stores. That adrenaline, running through alleys and how easily it was to lose his friends and to claim he just couldn’t find them, led him to the wildest and darkest sexual thoughts he ever had. All he had every intention of doing tonight. 

Lingering in a quiet corner of the house, Juan played up a small laugh. “You mean to tell me they left you here to protect the house?”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “You’re funny, Juan…”

“I did just walk up in here like nothing…” Juan teased.

Daniel sighed and said, “That’s cause you knew where the key was. If anyone else tried to get in, I think I would hear it. Plus, I got this…” The wooden baseball bat that always sat by the door came into view as Daniel posed with it on his shoulder.

Juan threw up his hands. “Oh damn! Okay, killer. I see you,” he laughed and then asked, “Could I wait here for your cousin since it’s hella crazy outside?”

With a smile and a shrug, Daniel said, “Whatever.”

Juan helped Daniel find some more candles and helped light them. In between flickers from the matches lighting the new candles and a lighter Juan had on him, their eyes kept meeting.

If Juan was flirting, and Daniel thought he might be, it’s just him being nice and probably loving the attention. Daniel was excited but also something else he would learn eventually that the feeling was volatile. Daniel had still been horny from working himself up less than ten minutes ago, so he wasn’t surprised when a tidal curiosity came with a raw, growing urge when he wondered what Juan’s dick looked like. Was he uncut? He hoped he had a bush of pubic hair. Daniel liked the thought of it because he assumed the more you have, the more it keeps the scent. He had never been close enough to one to know for sure, but he knew it was a strong possibility.

They talked about baseball and liking wrestling, which Juan was surprised about.

Daniel quickly replied, “I’m into how strong they are… their arms, and muscles…” He stopped himself quickly, realizing he had to back himself out of the gay corner.

“So you like the dudes… the muscles…?” Juan asked simply.

Daniel stammered, “I–I like, like my favorite wrestlers, yeah! And, I appreciate… the muscles cause I wanna have them too one day.” He prayed he saved it.

“You don’t need all that muscle, papa.” Juan said, but then stopped himself from saying more. He did a quick and playful tug at the crotch of his jeans.

Did that just happen? Daniel asked himself quickly. Then when Juan shifted himself on the couch, the way they were sitting on the couch, it was too dark to see, but Daniel was sure he was hard. He thought of the woman from the porn on her knees, him on his knees, in front of Juan.

Juan had almost told Daniel, “You are beautiful like this. For me.” The idea that Daniel was for him, a claim, made his dick get rock hard. It caught even him off guard, and he adjusted out of instinct. He saw Daniel’s eyes fly down and then away. He knew he saw it.

Daniel flipped his legs up onto the couch and sat on the back of them.

“Whatta a little flirt,” Juan thought to himself. His gaze was confident as he quietly slid closer. His every movement was deliberate: a small slide of a hand here, a lingering nudge after a joke there. It didn’t take much to get Daniel’s attention, but to get him to let things like his homework lay forgotten on the desk, he had to take his time. It paid off when he knew they achieved that and every sense was zero focused solely on Juan’s presence.

Daniel caught on quickly to how Juan kept taking chances to touch him. He felt excited and special. He learned the feeling, to be wanted and to have it come from Juan. It was a thrilling feeling and he thought he was responsible to be grateful for it.

Juan’s teasing became bolder. Daniel’s poses grew to suggestive. And then, Daniel noticed that Juan’s arms, resting on the back of the couch they sat on, were now almost around his shoulders. He felt Juan’s fingers touch the back of his neck. Daniel shifted closer to Juan.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Juan said, his voice low.

“Like what?” Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Juan quietly laughed, as if embarrassed, “It’s like you’re burning for me.” Then he turned away, smiling.

Daniel shrugged and smiled. 

Juan then said, “Maybe it’s like how I've been waiting for you.”

Those words rushed through Daniel. Was this happening for real? Flirting and even being touchy was one thing, but to hear Juan say words like that was crazy. He felt dizzy.

Daniel looked up at Juan, in the way he now knew to always look at Juan, to pull him in. 

Juan’s hand moved down Daniel’s chest, and a warmth built up inside him. Then he pulled him closer, but that startled Daniel.

Juan’s hand pulling him closer, the smell, the faint scent of cologne and sweat that clung to Juan’s skin made him want but also scared. 

“Someone might come home…” Daniel squinted in the candlelight, but it was too dark to see clearly.

“Nobody here but me.” Juan whispered. He then grabbed Daniel's chin and turned him to face him. “Do you like it when I do this?” His finger traced Daniel's neck.

Daniel closed his eyes. “Yes,” he exhaled, and a soft moan whispered.

“And you like this?” Juan grabbed Daniel's leg gently and ran his hand up to his ass.

Daniel moaned, “Yes, but… I’ve never… I mean, nothing like this.”

Juan grabbed Daniel’s face. “Daniel, you know me, right? You trust me?”

Daniel hesitated for a second but then nodded his head. He reached for the hand Juan had on his thigh and put it back there. He slowly slid his hand off of Juan’s, wanting every inch of their skin touching to count.

Juan squeezed Daniel's thigh a couple of times before moving to his ass cheek. He finally got to squeeze it, he finally got to touch what was going to be his.

Daniel stiffened a few times when Juan squeezed his hands. He thought that must be why he does it a couple of times. He tried to tell himself to chill, he wanted desperately to relax.

Juan squeezed his ass one more time and took his hand off. Daniel quickly thought, maybe he is turned off now. That quick cause he couldn’t just chill the fuck out. But then, he quickly saw why Juan did that.

Juan reached into his jacket pocket and took out a glass pipe.

Daniel shook his head. “I don’t smoke weed.”

Juan laughed. “This ain’t weed. I know you don’t. I wouldn’t do that. This stuff is just for us.”

Daniel was silent as he saw white crystals coming from a little baggie fall into the glass pipe. He didn’t ask what it was or why it crinkled when it was heated up. He was curious about how the smoke rolled inside of the glass bulb when you inhaled and fascinated by the huge clouds that would appear from your lips.

“The way it stays, you know, in the air…” Daniel finally said.

“Like, clouds, right papa?” Juan offered.

Daniel leaned forward, excited, because he knew he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. With a boy, that something told him, he should not be doing this with. “Clouds, yes papi…”

Juan loved how Daniel hadn’t even realized how far his mood shifted. Now he was much more flirtatious and forward. He felt his hard cock pulse; he needed to use it soon.

For Daniel, the hits he took off of the glass pipe gave him control of his body in a way he never knew he had the ability to do.

“Can I have another hit?” Daniel asked.

Juan had just taken a hit, pipe and torch in hand. “Of course you can, here…” he replied, keeping them both close to him.

Daniel let out a small giggle and wrapped his legs around Juan’s waist but did not sit on his lap; he held himself up.

Juan was amused and incredibly turned on. “Put this in between those pretty lips.” He cued Daniel to inhale. “Keep going… keep going… Now hold it in.”

Daniel did as he was told, fighting to hold his breath.

“You’re a good boy.” Juan whispered as he gently pushed his hips up.

Daniel exhaled his clouds and, just in time, pushed his ass down.

A low, almost sigh, “ahhhh…” escaped Juan.

Daniel softly moaned as the final bit of clouds passed his lips.

“Shhh, we have to be quiet…” Daniel whispered.

“Don’t tell me to shhh…” Juan joked.

“Shhhh…” Daniel teased, with a playful swivel of his head.

Juan pushed his hips up. “I said you don’t shush me…” he joked back.

Daniel really felt Juan’s huge cock press onto his ass. His mouth watered, and he brought his lips closer to Juan’s. “Shhhh.”

Juan pulled his head back out of habit. He got thrown by Juan’s face getting close to his, wanting to kiss and this irritated him. 

But when Daniel got that look on his face, confused and a little hurt, Juan didn’t have to think at all. He pushed his lips onto Daniel’s.

They both were completely still for a moment.

Juan realized Daniel was still not that experienced at kissing and he had to guide him. Juan would do one thing and then Daniel would follow and pick up how their lips were supposed to fit together. Juan eased in their tongues, and eventually Daniel’s arms were around Juan’s neck and Juan’s were on Daniel’s waist. Daniel was a quick learner.

They made out; it was wild and wet. They both were moaning out of relief and release of finally tasting each other.

Daniel loved the way Juan’s arms held him in place and went up his back, and how strong they were. And as Juan did this, his need to claim Daniel, and the idea that he possessed him, grew with each throb of his dick.

Juan laid back. “You seen porn, right?”

Daniel nodded eagerly.

“You know how they suck the guys’ dicks?”

“Yeah.” Daniel said with a smile flashing across his face.

Juan unbuttoned his jeans, pushed his boxers down, and pulled his 9-inch uncut cock out. “Wanna try it?”

Daniel stared at it intensely. He grabbed it and felt it. It was heavy and thick and had the perfect bush. He used his other hand to feel Juan’s balls, which were bigger than any he had seen in porn before. He was mesmerized and a little in disbelief that this was finally happening, that this was Juan. He slowly pressed his face against the shaft. It was the same length. He took a deep breath in, inhaling his scent. He gently rubbed his face on it. A soft and low moan came from him.

“Holy fuck…” Juan said quietly.

The candle flickered across Daniel’s face as he began to kiss Juan's cock. He took his time and slowly started to lick it.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, papa.” Daniel was shocked but still horny as fuck and impatient. “Can you open your mouth now?” He grabbed his dick and tapped it on Daniel’s lips.

Daniel opened his mouth.

Juan laughed. “Gotta open it wider than that if you’re gonna suck my dick.”

Daniel forced his mouth to open wider. His mouth was so warm, and they both moaned on contact. He moved Daniel’s head up and down. When he noticed he could go faster, Juan instinctively knew what to do. He started to run his dick faster, in and out.

“Oh yes, Daniel, just like that now—” he stopped because Daniel started to slurp on it up and down.

Instinct, Juan thought to himself. “Fuck yes, you like that cock, don’t you?” He moaned low.

Daniel’s eyes met Juan’s, and as he took his lips back for a second, said, “I love your cock.” 

Juan’s eyes blazed something dark. He nodded his head, “I think you were made for this dick. Your mouth is so small.” He started to push his hips faster. Daniel started to gag. “But, look at you, it’s so good Daniel, your mouth was made for me, so you gotta take it… come on, papa, take it in your throat.”

Daniel squirmed but couldn’t move as Juan held his head in place, fucking his mouth. Afraid he would throw up, he started to whine and twist.

Juan let Daniel out of his grip and sighed. “Too much?” He sighed again as he said, “Putting it to your throat shows me how much you want it. That makes it mean something.”

Daniel breathed heavily, catching his breath and coughing. “I… don’t wanna throw up.”

Juan was silent, just staring down at him, stroking his dick.

Daniel grabbed the glass pipe and said, “Light this for me.”

Juan, surprised, hesitated but then clicked the torch on.

Daniel took a huge hit and two more after Juan made him, then slid his mouth back on Juan’s dick, taking it deeper this time.

“Hell yeah, that’s my good boy.” Juan grunted through his teeth. “Use that spit, come on now, I love it hella wet with your spit.”

Juan was taken out of his body for a moment, staring at Daniel suck his dick wildly, with hunger; it was intense. There was a special kind of darkness in Daniel’s eyes, and he knew Daniel could see it in his too.

With a devilish smile, Juan produced a small bottle of lube from his pocket, and Daniel's eyes widened with both excitement and fear. "Don't worry," Juan teased, "You want this and you know it."

Juan was incredibly turned on but just seeing Daniel naked. He was perfect and soft. He wanted to kiss him all over but stopped himself and instead, had Daniel on his back and legs up in the air. He gently pushed his finger against the tightness of Daniel's hole, slowly giving way to his touch. Daniel gasped, his body tensing slightly before relaxing into the sensation. Juan's finger slid in deeper, and Daniel moaned softly, his hips involuntarily pushing back against the intrusion.

“Come on now,” Juan whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Let me in.”

Daniel took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles. Juan's finger moved in and out, lubricating the way for more. Daniel's moans grew louder, his body responding to the new sensations.

“You like that, don’t you?” Juan asked, his voice husky with desire.

Daniel nodded, his eyes closed tightly. “Yes…”

Juan added another finger, stretching Daniel gently. Daniel's moans turned into soft whimpers, his body writhing with pleasure and a hint of discomfort.

“You know, I’m being nice by doing this for you,” Juan soothed, his other hand stroking Daniel’s back. “No one would do this for you. But, I am.”

Daniel exhaled and relaxed into Juan’s fingers, he stared up at him in that way.

Daniel’s body began to adjust, and he started to push back against Juan’s fingers, slowly giving way to his touch.

"Oh my god," Daniel breathed, his body trembling and  getting used to the feeling. "It feels… different.”

"Imagine how it’s gonna feel when it's my cock inside you."

With every passing moment, Daniel had sensations that overwhelmed him. He felt like he was on fire. But those same emotions flooded him with a desperate craving for more of Juan. But was also terrified of being ripped open. 

Juan removed his fingers"You're ready for me now," he whispered, positioning himself between Daniel's legs.

“Um, But, Juan, I don’t know about this.” Daniel looked around wildly.

Juan gripped Daniel's hips tightly to pull back his attention. “We got you all relaxed already, don’t go ruining it.”

Juan entered him slowly, but gave Daniel very little time to adjust to his size. Daniel's breath hitched as he felt the thick, uncut cock pushing into him, stretching him to his limits.

Daniel whined; he didn’t know what to do. He wanted it, but it hurt. Something told him to tell Juan to stop, but he didn’t say anything.

Juan had never felt what he was feeling now. It wasn’t just Daniel’s tight hole; it was that he was taking his virginity. He got crazed by knowing he was the only dick that’s been inside of Daniel. 

He pumped his hips back and forth and his moans turned to growls. Daniel started to whine louder, so Juan put his hand on his mouth.

Daniel’s eyes got wide. He squirmed, but that only made Juan want him more. “Daniel, you were grinding up all on this dick. Then you were slurping it up. I don’t get teased. I take.”

The pain was intense; Daniel was trying to beg Juan to stop and pushed against Juan’s chest. Then Daniel realized Juan had picked him up and brought him to the top of the desk.

Juan’s eyes caught Daniel’s with an intensity that made Daniel hold his breath. Then with a forceful low voice, Juan said, “Grab the desk with both hands.”

Daniel gripped the edges of the desk. As Juan continued to fuck him, he gripped the desk harder with every slam of the huge cock. He thought of the way he grabbed the desk as a way to maintain some semblance of control. Then he felt a jolt inside of him, and then another.

Daniel’s cries became moans that grew louder, Juan's pace quickened, his hips slapping against Daniel's ass with increasing intensity.

Juan's thrusts became more erratic as he knew he was close to busting. He gripped Daniel's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him closer, needing to be as deep inside him as possible. "Fuck, Daniel," Juan growled, "I wanted to fuck you for so long. I waited for a long ass time. I'm not going to last much longer."

Daniel kept feeling waves or jolts in his stomach. He had stopped trying to pull away from Juan because the jolts, they started to feel good, he couldn’t believe the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was turned on. 

Juan took his hand off of Daniel’s mouth. He grunted, thrusting faster and faster. Their eyes were locked on each other.

Daniel’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, closed his eyes and whispered, “Please…”

“I’m gonna bust inside you. I’m gonna be the first load you take Daniel … fuck fuck!”

Juan buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he released his load inside Daniel.

The feeling of Juan's hot seed spilling into him was enough to push Daniel over and jolt him, ripping through his body like a hurricane. His cum shot onto the desk in thick, sticky ropes.

The sensation of Juan's throbbing erection rubbing against his prostate kept sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire body.

"That was… fuck, Daniel…" Juan whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction and wonder.

Daniel looked at Juan and was confused. He couldn’t understand how he could feel such opposite things at the same time. He wanted Juan to stop because it hurt, but then he felt the most amazing thing he’s ever felt before.

“I got carried away. Did I scare you?” Juan asked, looking away.

Daniel cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

Juan grunted, sighed and looked away. He instantly felt terrible but was embarrassed to show that so he fronted, annoyed, “Yo, you were all up on me, remember? You wanted this. You and me, we wanted the same. Juan stared out the window.

“Yeah, but you asked if … are you mad?” Daniel asked quietly.

“Nah,” Juan looked at Daniel. “I ain’t trippin’.”

Daniel stared back at him, his eyes sad but curious. Juan looked away, but all he could see were those eyes.

“So you wish we didn’t fuck now or something?” Juan asked.

Daniel shook his head, sitting on the couch with Juan. “No, I don’t wish that. I wanted it.”

Juan grabbed his chin. “You promise?”

Daniel put his hand on Juan’s. “I promise.” Then he wrapped his arms around Juan and held his head to his chest.

 

"I remember how nervous I was," Daniel whispered, the memory vivid in his mind. "But something just clicked when I took you in my mouth."

Juan nodded, his eyes dark with desire as he recalled the sensation. "Yeah, 'something clicked,'" he laughed, then added, "Like you’d been waiting your whole life to do that."

Daniel smiled, remembering not just the nerves but also the pride he felt hearing Juan's deep moans echo through the empty house. Sound encouraged him, drove him to make it through that experience. Then he recalled how he gripped the desk.

"I couldn't get enough of those sounds you made," Daniel admitted. "Every moan made me want more."

"And then I couldn't take it anymore," Juan continued, his voice husky with the memory. "Damn... when I thought about the fact you were a virgin. That sent me."

Daniel nodded, recalling how Juan had him on his back, looking down at him. "You were so intense, like I was the only person in the world."

As they talked through their shared memory, their bodies responded to the recollection, the past and present merging in their heated exchange.

"I guess that night I was... I know you planned it," Daniel whispered. "You’d been watching me for months." He crawled up Juan’s chest, his fingers grazing his pecs. "I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t an idiot."

"Every time you said my name," Juan replied, tracing Daniel's jawline with his finger. "Sometimes, over and over, like a prayer."

Their conversation shifted, tapping into words that would have been impossible to voice if it weren’t for the darkness of the blackout and the struggles they both had faced in adulthood.

"I think that’s when I fell in love with you," Daniel admitted. "Right there, somewhere in the middle of that blackout."

Juan's eyes softened at the confession. "I didn't know how to handle what I felt for you back then. You were so young, so innocent. I was messed up, and I knew I was bringing you with me."

"I went with you," Daniel replied. "I know that now. There came a point when I couldn’t, and then I didn’t."

Juan felt tired at the memory of when they didn’t have each other in their lives anymore, when he had to be alone. “I know now that not having you is worse than anything I was scared about before."

Daniel felt Juan tighten his grip on him. Then he asked, “Why didn’t you try to get a hold of me?”

Juan shifted his grip on Daniel so they could look at each other. “I wasn’t about to decide for you again, not like I did before. You had your life,” he said, his voice lightening a bit. “It ain’t like I didn’t keep tabs on you, no lie.” He paused before continuing, “I didn’t wanna ruin that. I didn’t wanna do what I do; I wanted to let things play out the way they were gonna play out, feel me?”

Daniel looked at him in that way, and they were off. Sweat dripped where their skin made contact, slowly falling as they both took each other with a wild type of recklessness, a side effect of moving the fuck on.

[END OF PART THREE] 
 

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!!NEW STORY!! 

(Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) 

DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II

Part One: Long Games

Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. 

It was useless. 

For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. 

His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into.

Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. 

He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference.

Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. 

"I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? 

Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. 

An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?"

He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case.

Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. 

His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself.

His booty bump was ready. 

He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything.

He took a hit of poppers. 

Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more.

In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock.

Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game.

The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play.

After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. 

The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. 

The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. 

He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. 

He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts.

He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. 

He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting.

Alright. Time to kick this up a notch.

Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. 

All three guys watched. 

Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. 

It was deserted. 

The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it.

The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him.

Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric.

“Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…”

Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric.

“What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. 

The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on.

A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.”

“Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently.

He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a

Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. 

Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat.

Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. 

Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush.

“Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.”

“That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging.

“That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.”

“That’s right. You need to work for that cock.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Yeah? You deserve this cock?”

“I do.”

“You deserve that thick cock?”

“I do.”

Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?”

“Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship.

Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team.

Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom.

The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.”

Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix.

“Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.”

Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face.

“But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?”

“I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger.

Logan lit the pipe for Felix.

“Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.”

Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. 

He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock.

“Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips.

“Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please.

Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat.

“Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” 

Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.”

Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?”

Click. Hit. Clouds.

“I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix.

Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds.

“Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him.

Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock."

Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. 

Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper.

Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault.

Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum.

“Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you."

Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.”

“Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing.

Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train.

“Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.”

Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.”

“The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. 

Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak.

"You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased.

Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!”

“Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.”

“Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.”

“Put two of your fingers in my mouth.”

Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—”

“Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole.

Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it.

“Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered.

Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down.

“Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge.

Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it.

“This pussy… oh my god.”

“You like my pussy, Papi?”

Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.”

Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth.

“You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.”

Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock

Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks.

Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in.

Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.”

He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it.

Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.”

“I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence.

Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it.

Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard.

“Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…”

Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” 

“No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?”

Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.”

Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.”

[END OF PART ONE]

Next up, Part 2 in Volume II 

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umm. wtf was that perverse, erotic, brilliance? I need more.