X-mas (a Danti fic)

They Take It One Step Further

Day 2 if X-mas is here! Enjoy reading sin instead of being with your family lol.

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Since being introduced to gay porn two days ago, I'd spent the majority of my free time locked in my room, jacking off. The videos were good, but they weren't amazing. It wasn't like when I was with Dark. Everything's better with him.

Most of the stuff I've been watching is that amateur, home-made stuff. The videos with the alternative guys jacking themselves off, or blowing their boyfriends. None of the guys in the video look a lot like Dark, but once in a while there'll be an actor with black hair and piercings and the orgasm that I get from those videos is almost as good as the orgasm that Dark gave me.

Don't misunderstand me; I know what I'm doing, what Dark and I did, is completely inappropriate and frankly, kind of gross. But I can't help it. He's my best friend, and he's attractive, and he's smart and funny, and I love him. I really do. And I look up to him. I want to impress him.

But I do know that we can't go any further, it's wrong. And more importantly, our mothers would kill us if they found out.

But that doesn't mean that I can't still jack off to gay porn and pretend that my best friend's really the one stroking my cock. Or that when I'm lying in bed in the morning, dealing with morning wood, that I can't pretend that Dark's helping me cope with it.

I stretched beneath the covers, feverishly jacking my cock. My eyes were squeezed shut, as I pretended that Dark was lying next to me on the bed, and that he was the one stroking my cock. God, I was getting so close.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at my door, and then it was flung open. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected intrusion. I looked over at the door.

"Morning, son, I made pancakes. Come downstairs and have some breakfast." My dad said, smiling at me, totally oblivious to what he interrupted. I groaned.

"Just let me sleep for five more minutes." I mumbled, rolling onto my stomach to hide my hardened member.

"Nope, get up. The pancakes will get cold." I looked at him. He was still in his blue pajama pants and t-shirt. His brown hair was combed though, and he didn't look tired. He must've been up for a while now.

"Alright, alright." I complied. I wasn't happy about it, but I could finish later, I guess. My dad left the room, leaving my door wide open. I grabbed a pair of boxers off of my floor and pulled them on before heading downstairs.

"Were you awake during the snow storm last night?" My dad asked over breakfast. I shook my head. I didn't know there'd been a storm.

"Yeah, it broke one of the trees in the front yard. Our internet and landline's down. Oh, and the cable." He said, shrugging. The internet was down? I groaned loudly.

"Hey, it's not that bad. It's probably only going to be like that for a few days." He said, shrugging. I looked at him. He was the nicest man in the family, I thought. He had brown hair and blue eyes, like me (though my hair was dyed green and one of my eyes was septic green where the whites should be). But he had a strong jaw and perfectly straight, white teeth. And he never yelled, like ever. If he was mad, he'd just sit you down and calmly explain why he was angry, and that was that. My father was also very humble, unlike Dark's.

I loved Dark's dad like an uncle, but he was definitely the more outgoing, extravagant of the two men. He always had something to say.

"How am I supposed to be entertained for a couple of days with no internet?" I asked, stabbing angrily at my pancakes as if they were to blame.