Danny stopped for a moment at the backdoor to Jackson's house. Was this really a good idea? Everything seemed to be perfect. Lydia had let him park his car in her driveway, so Jackson wouldn't see it. Mr. and Mrs. Whittemore were out of town for the weekend, leaving the house free for the two of them. Jackson would be at Greenburg's house for another half hour, studying for their Spanish test. Danny knew where the spare key was.

But was this really a good idea? All of the possibilities popped into Danny's head. What if Jackson brought Greenburg home for some reason? Or someone else? Or if his parents came home early? Or he decided not to come home? Worse yet, what if Jackson wasn't into the fantasy he'd described to Danny years ago any more? What if he wasn't into Danny?
He tried to shove these thoughts from his head as he reached up, taking the spare key from behind the porch light. As he opened the door and let himself in, Danny tried to remember Jackson's fantasy. It was almost two years ago, and he'd described to Danny a fantasy that he'd always had: he'd come home to find his favorite soccer player (who was it back then?) on his bed, spread eagle in his jockstrap. He'd been openly bisexual with Danny pretty much since Danny had come out. They'd never tried anything before, but Danny couldn't hide it any longer. His love for his best friend had started effecting his entire life. He couldn't do anything without getting distracted by thoughts of him, or getting depressed by seeing him with someone else. So now was the time.

He turned off the alarm system, then turned around and looked back at the open door. He knew that it would be even more exciting if he left his clothes outside. But what about all of the horrible possibilities? Danny shrugged, figuring that without the potential for danger, it wouldn't be as hot. He quickly kicked off his shoes, then slipped off his socks, t-shirt, and shorts. Folding them in a neat stack, he put them on the back porch before closing the door behind him.

A rush of exhilaration tingled up his spine as he felt the open air against his body. His bare feet struck the hardwood floor with a soft thwack, making him even more conscious of his exposure. He happened to catch a glance of himself in a full length mirror, and doubled back to take a longer look. He saw himself in profile, standing nearly-naked in Jackson's living room. His perky ass cheeks stood out, bulging from the black straps of the jock. The red material covering his bulge seemed extra full, standing out from his body and pointing his way forward. His tanned, hard muscles were flexed in the cold air, giving his body a toned, angular look to contrast the soft, domestic setting behind him. His dimples cut into his face as he smiled in spite of himself, moving to the stairs.

Danny finally felt more comfortable as he got into Jackson's room. He'd been in various states of undress in this room a few times. Nothing explicit, yet. Just changing during sleepovers and such. He arranged himself on Jackson's bed, feeling more at ease, but not losing the exhilaration of being naked. He put one foot on each side of the bed, wishing there were some way to prop his feet up. He wanted to present his friend with his asshole as soon as he entered the room. But he couldn't go doggy style, because he wanted to see Jackson's reaction. He settled on drawing his feet to his thighs, bending his knees and spreading them so his cheeks parted.

The air on his hole made the anticipation even harder to handle. He was excited and nervous, but mostly turned on. The whole situation was hot. He turned his head to the side, looking at the clock. Jackson was due home any minute now, if Greenburg would live up to his promise (for which Danny had paid twenty dollars. Of course, you could never totally trust Greenburg.). A familiar scent filled Jackson's nose as he leaned his head. He recognized the smell of Jackson's hair on the pillow. Thinking of the boy sleeping there made him hot and bothered. He remembered the video he'd watched, and how excited he was when he thought it was a sex tape. It was also fairly disappointing when he realized that it really was just a video of him sleeping. It was true, though, Jackson was everyone's type.

The red material of his jock expanded as his cock swelled at the thought of Jackson. How many times had Jackson been in this exact spot, jacking off? The thought enticed Danny. He inhaled deeply, breathing in Jackson's scent. Opening his eyes, he noticed a lump on the floor that he'd ignored until now. Looking more closely through the darkened room, he realized that it was the clothes Jackson had been wearing that day. He must have come home to change before practice, and went to Greenburg's in his uniform. Reaching an arm over the bed, Danny managed to snag the edge of the pile and drag it closer. Peering over the edge of the bed, he rifled through the clothes until he found the underwear the boy had been wearing that day. A hot rush flashed through him as he thought of the material pressing against Jackson's junk all day. It was a pair of navy and dark yellow briefs, which were fairly low-waisted, with a large pouch. Danny imagined that these would ride pretty low on Jackson's pelvis, with the yellow pouch filled out.

He inspected the material closer to his face. The smell of Jackson's ball sweat wafted off of the garment, Danny's head feeling light from the rush of attraction. His dick began to swell in earnest now, pushing hard against his jockstrap. As he looked inside, Danny noticed a little pocket in the crotch of the underwear. He realized that it was meant to push his package forward, making it more pronounced and bigger-looking. Danny smiled to himself as one hand idly wandered to his own junk. Of course Jackson would have the male equivalent of a push-up bra. And yet, it only made him seem hotter.

As his hand started to find its way under the waistband of his own underwear, Danny imagined Jackson in the underwear now pressed to his nose. His bored, aloof expression, as if he was aware of how sexy he was, but couldn't care less. His hard, pale abs leading down to his bellybutton. A light trail of hair, leading down to the low-riding waistband. Maybe a few pubes sticking out, it's so low. His bulge prominently displayed, proudly showing off his manhood as it sticks out from his pelvis, flashy in yellow. His naked, hairy legs sticking out entirely from the small briefs. His cute ass pressing against the dark blue material, maybe a bit of crack showing past the waistband.

Danny was jerking off under his underwear by now. He pushed the material down, letting his hard seven and a half inches swing free. Licking his fingers, he reached his other hand between his legs, letting the underwear rest on his face so he could breathe in the scent. As he poked and proded his hole, he continued to imagine Jackson. He saw the boy yawn, stretching one arm behind his head to reveal his hairy pit and stretching out his side muscles, the other reaching down and scratching beneath the waistband of his underwear, revealing half of a well-trimmed bush of light pubes. He was standing in a kitchen, Sunday morning light streaming through the windows of their house. Danny was making breakfast and watching his boy stretch and come to life after a night of spooning.

He loves the casual, easy sense of sexual attraction; Jackson isn't trying to impress Danny, but he does anyway. Jacksons stretches even higher as he finishes yawning, climbing to his tiptoes and elongating his whole body. He lowers himself and walks forward, tired and groggy, still scratching his balls. He walks up to Danny at the stove, kissing him sleepily and sliding his free hand down the boy's tanned backside. There is a cocky grin on Jackson's face as he possessively grabs a handful of Danny's ass. Danny shivers with pleasure, smearing a batter-laden spoon across Jackson's underwear. Danny apologizes as Jackson takes them off, tossing them to the side with a smile that says "it doesn't matter." He's now standing totally naked, his uncut, soft dick and low-hanging balls dropping down from his pube-covered pelvis. Staring in awe, Danny drops his spoon. Bending down to pick it up, Jackson takes the liberty of coating two fingers with the batter and sticking them inside of Danny.

Suddenly, the real and imaginary fingers hitting his prostate, coupled with his hand on his dick and the smell of Jackson's sweaty pelvis, sends Danny over the edge. His hard cock shoots several loads of jizz across his arm and torso, spurting him from his hard, dark nipples down to his tight abs. He sat still for a moment, allowing his breathing to return to normal. He then took the underwear from his face, preparing to clean up. As if conjured from his imagination, Danny saw Jackson standing in the door way, rubbing the hard-on tenting his shorts.

Shocked, Danny tries to stand up, completely forgetting why he was there, much less where he was. The blanket slid beneath him, and he landed with a thump on his ass, the hardwood floor spanking him. Jackson let loose a little laugh, taking in his befuddled best friend. Danny looked defiantly into his eyes, his now-deflating dick landing on his stomach. Jackson continued to laugh, his chuckle growing as he took in the sight. Danny sprung from the floor, tackling his unsuspecting friend. Jackson appear alarmed for only a moment, before seeing the wide smile across Danny's mouth.

They wrestled for a minute, Danny smearing his friend with his cum. Jackson brushed his hands across his friend's tan skin, feeling his naked body as they wrestled. Danny tried to wipe his cum on the uniform as well on his friend's exposed skin, managing to get a good glob across the boy's mouth. He also made a point of grabbing his friend's hard on through his shorts as often as possible, feeling it grow. After a few minutes of wrestling, the two boys collapsed into a sweaty tangle of limb, breathing hard as they leaned on top of one another. Jackson's arm was beneath his head, exposing his sweaty armpit right next to Danny's face. The tanned boy took a whiff of the manly scent, feeling his cock tingle again, despite the fact that he'd just cum.

"I think I need a shower now," Jackson said, taking stock of his sweaty, cum-covered body. He saw the dejected look on his naked friend's face, and realized his error. "Would you like to join me?"

Nodding, Danny immediately perked up. They stood up together, and Jackson shed his uniform in record time, getting naked within seconds. They walked over to the bathroom together, Jackson's hard-on leading the way. Danny dropped his jockstrap as Jackson turned on the water. Once it was warm enough, they stepped in, Jackson and then Danny. Jackson's hands immediately went to the tanned skin, washing away the cum and sweat. Danny mimicked these actions, feeling Jackson's muscles beneath his hands as he slid them over the boy's body.

His cock began to swell again as Jackson washed it, fondling his balls as he lathered them with expensive body wash. Danny jerked Jackson's cock, the soap on his hand giving him some lubrication as he slid it up and down the shaft. Seemingly denying himself pleasure, Jackson turned Danny around. He began sliding his hand up and down Danny's pert asscheeks, feeling the perfect bubble butt. He then slipped a finger inside the boy. With almost no warning, he replaced the finger with his cock. Danny moaned with surprised pleasure as it slid inside of him, bracing himself against the wall for support. Jackson buried his six cut inches deep into the boy, sliding in and out regularly while sliding his hands up the boy's torso. One hand stopped at his left pec, pinching the hard nipple. His other hand grabbed the boy's hair, pulling his head back as he pounded his friend's ass.

Jackson came inside of Danny's ass, unable to wait long enough to pull out. He moaned deeply, pressing his body against Danny's back. He pulled out his dick, now limp, and Danny turned around to face him. Danny's cock was now as hard as it had been only a short while ago, pointing at Jackson. The pale boy turned around, bracing himself against the opposite wall and arching his back to make his ass rise in the air. Danny got on his knees and immediately shoved his tongue into the tight orifice. He hungrily ate at the boy's asshole, gleefully taking in the boy's moans as his own ass dripped cum, mixing with the water as it went down the drain.

Sitting down, Danny guided the boy's ass down to his cock. Jackson held on to two ledges on either side of his as he pumped up and down on the long cock, feeling it inside of him. Danny nibbled on one of Jackson's ears, placing two fingers of one hand in the boy's mouth and using the other to explore his hard body. Eventually, he landed on the boy's freshly milked cock, preparing it for another round. He pumped Jackson's hole for a long time, the boy shooting into Danny's hand twice while they showered. Eventually, Danny came again, but managed to pull out and shoot on Jackson's face. Jackson smiled, clear jizz dripping down his face as he looked at his new boyfriend.

Xxx

Danny strode confidently down the sidewalk, smiling despite himself. He was in his red and black jockstrap, walking down the street in broad daylight. He'd forgotten about his clothes, and they'd gotten rained on. Jackson had put them in his washing machine, giving Danny his keys and wallet. He'd spent the entire weekend in his underwear, so he didn't really mind walking down the street practically naked. Nothing seemed to matter much, now that he had Jackson in his life. He was confident, not caring if everyone saw his ass. He'd spent the weekend with Jackson, talking, having fun, watching movies, cooking, and having lots of sex. In fact, on Sunday morning, he'd even managed to act out the fantasy that had made him cum several nights ago. That seemed like a lifetime ago, before he was with Jackson. They were reluctant to leave each other, but they both had to lead their own lives. Jackson had tried to give Danny some of his clothes, but the boy was more than happy to show off the tanned, toned body that Jackson loved. He even refused the shoes; in fact, Jackson had to beg in order to get him to wear the jockstrap. Their kiss goodbye was long, but they managed to break apart with the knowledge that Danny's parents were leaving next weekend, giving him an empty house.