Jake's Point of View
This was torture. My name is Jake Moss, I was an 18 year old football player and High School Senior, and I was standing in a forest in the middle of the night a few feet away from the party the football team was throwing to celebrate we had won the last game of the season. The party was epic, it was around a bonfire, there was music and alcohol everywhere, people dancing or just sitting around the fire chatting away, but where was I? I was off to the side amongst the dark trees, while Daniel Morrison, my Danny, best friend and secret crush, was in my arms, crying his eyes out.
I had dreamed of having him in my arms hundreds of times, but always in a more private place and no clothing, but instead, here I was, holding him, my heart breaking along with his.
Danny had arrived at the party with a mutual friend of ours, but once there he immediately went to see one of my teammates, Steven. They were dating in secret, since Steven was still in the closet, but apparently Steven chose that very night to end things, 'cause the next thing I knew, Danny was running off by himself into the woods, crying.
I never understood why Danny was going out with Steven in the first place. You see, Danny had been openly gay since the day I met him in High School, but he wasn't your typical gay guy. He was average height (5ft 9in), but nothing else about him was average. He had always been athletic. He was on the cross-country team, which awarded him gorgeous muscular legs, and he was also in the swim team, so he kept them beautifully smooth. What he also got from running was his bubble butt. That thing was so big and round all I wanted to do was smack it, or eat it, I wasn't sure. Probably both.
His torso was just as magnificent. Since he was a swimmer, and a good one at that, I got to see him in tight skimpy Speedos during his matches, and that's how I knew he had a defined sick pack and well developed, thought not huge, pectorals, broad shoulders and well toned arms. Most importantly, he had the tiniest waist, which only accentuated his butt's size and roundness, and looking at him walking around half naked, the bathing suit barely covering his mounds of gold and what looked to be an impressive pouch in the front, I was all of two seconds from jizzing my pants.
It wasn't just his body, though. Danny's face seemed to have been made from a sculpture. He had a thin face, with a delicate jaw, full pink lips that looked ready to be kissed, a straight nose that people pay to have done, and those huge beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in. The whole look was completed by his tousled wavy light brown hair that he was constantly brushing off his brow.
Danny was truly perfection impersonated physically and the funniest, most charismatic guy you could ever meet, so I was completely baffled when I followed him into the woods and he told me Steven had broken up with him. What man on his right mind would give up the right to be Danny Morrison's boyfriend? It made no fucking sense. Especially for the fact that he'd hidden their relationship the whole time. I personally would do anything to get him to notice me. I'd had a crush on him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I thought he'd be interested, since I'd never had any trouble getting people to notice me, not being bad on the eyes myself, but for some reason, Danny had never seemed to be interested. At first I thought it was because I was supposedly straight, but even when I came out o him, for him, he still treated me like just a friend.
So I just stood there, four years into my crush, playing the role of comforting best friend, while all I wanted was to breathe in his scent and kiss him until I passed out.
Danny's Point of View
"It's okay," Jake said as he rubbed my back with one hand and cradled the back of my head with the other. "It's okay, Danny," he said. "I'm here."
It was strange, but him saying that did help calm me down a whole lot, and I stopped crying, but didn't let go of him.
"He's an idiot," Jake said. "He doesn't deserve you Danny. And you don't need someone like that. You need someone who can appreciate how wonderful you are. Someone who will never take you for granted. Someone who will tell you every day just how amazing and beautiful you are. You need someone like me."
I pulled back from his embrace and I stood there, staring at him with wide eyes, leaning against a tree, both of us away from the party by the bonfire.
I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything to say. What did he mean by that?
"What are you saying, Jake?" I managed to croak out.
"I like you Danny," he whispered. "I've liked you for a long time, and I can't just sit back and watch you get hurt anymore. You don't deserve that."
He made a pause and took both my hands in his, looking straight into my eyes.
"Danny, I promise you, if you give me a chance, I will never hurt you. I will never take you for granted, and I will never hide you from anyone. I would be proud to let everyone know that Danny Morrison is my boyfriend, and I would be a good boyfriend to you. I know I can make you happy Danny. I just need you to give me a chance."
My mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to imagine being with Jake. Could I honestly be his boyfriend? Everyone knew he was gay now, so I could hold his hand in public. Could I kiss him? Do more? I had never thought of him that way, so I was having a hard time imagining it. Still, being with him I always felt safe, comfortable and confident. When he smiled at me with that beautiful smile of his, he made me feel strange things, good things, so, standing there, looking into his pleading eyes, I asked myself if I could be his boyfriend. The answer? Abso-fucking-lutely.
"Yes," I said, after what seemed like a long time, but was probably just a few seconds.
"Yeah?" He asked, hope and hesitation written all over his face.
"Yes," I repeated. "I will give you a chance. I will be your boyfriend."
His smile was so big and his teeth so perfect and white they almost blinded me.
We stood there for a few seconds, both smiling, still holding hands, and I wondered why on earth I'd never noticed just how hot Jake was. His smile had always made me feel butterflies in my stomach, even though I wouldn't admit it to myself, but now, I realized the effect it was having below my belt.
Jake must have seen the way I was looking at him, not one bit hiding my lust for him anymore, and his smile faded, turning into a lustful look of his own.
He bit his lip, and my dick went from half mast to full hard-on in half a second.
"Can I kiss you?" Jake asked in a sexy whisper.
I bit my lip and nodded slowly.
He leaned into me until our lips were a fraction of an inch from each other, and he breathed on my lips. His breath was hot, and it made my entire body shiver.
"I've been thinking about this moment for so long," he said, and then my world exploded.
I'd thought having him touch me would be at least a little weird, since I'd always thought about him as just a friend, but when our lips met, goose bumps spread all over me, and my dick twitched. I let out an involuntary moan, it felt so good, and it seemed to excite Jake even further, 'cause he pressed me against the tree, hands tightly gripping my waist, and parted his lips.
I mimicked his actions, and when our tongues met, I could swear I saw stars. I was moaning wantonly by this point, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
