A Day out with Dan

[garion]

I was roused from a deep, comfortable sleep by my mobile phone ringing shrilly on the bedside table. Not wanting to open my eyes just yet, I stuck my hand out from under the duvet and groped around until I managed to locate the noisy object that had so rudely disturbed my slumber.

“Hello,” I grunted grumpily as I pushed the answer button.

“Hi! Are you still in bed?” boomed the voice of my ever-cheerful (and loud) friend, Daniel

I glanced at the clock. “It’s 8 am on Saturday morning,” I groaned. “Where did you think I would be? I got to bed so late last night!”

“Oh stop complaining!” he practically shouted down the phone, “You’re missing the best part of the day! Early birds and worms and all that.”

I was gradually surfacing from my groggy state. To be honest it was good to hear from Dan. Since I started my new job, I wasn’t seeing as much of him as I used to. “Ok Dan, apart from quoting tired clichés at me, I assume there’s a reason you’re calling me so early in the morning?”

“Yeah, of course there is!” he replied.“Wouldn’t risk encountering your early morning bad mood otherwise. Claire is going down to her sister’s for the weekend, so I’m at a bit of a loose end. Wondered if you wanted to meet up today?”

I rubbed my eyes and tried to force my brain into gear, which wasn’t an easy feat before my first coffee of the day! “Erm, yeah sure. I’ve not really got much on today. I have a couple of bits and pieces that I want to do this morning, but that’s about it.”

“Great!” he said. “I fancy a real lad’s day. Let’s meet at the Standing Order and have a couple of beers and then maybe go for some food? I feel like Chinese.”

“Ok, cool,” I said, “Sounds like a plan. What time shall I meet you?”

“How about 3pm? That’ll give you time to run your errands and I’ll squeeze in a quick visit to my mother. She keeps calling me to tell me that she’s forgotten what I look like because it’s been so long since she’s seen me.”

“Oh dear,” I laughed, “You better keep in her good books. I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of her!” Dan’s mum was a really great lady but she wasn’t slow to let someone know if she was upset with them.

“Yeah, better keep the old girl sweet! Ok, see you at three then.”

“Ok, cheers Dan. See you later,” I said and hung up.

I lay back on my pillow with a smile on my face. It would be good to see Dan. It had been about two months since we had last met up. We had both been really busy with work and even though we kept telling each other that being busy wasn’t a good enough excuse for friends not to meet, we still hadn’t quite managed to find the time.

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I first met Daniel about three years ago when I transferred to the branch of our company where he was already working. I was new to the city too at that point, and on the first day there I asked in the staff room all the usual new boy questions; where the best place to get lunch was, was there any reasonably priced parking nearby and all that kind of thing. Dan introduced himself to me and offered to show me around the area after work.

I must admit, I was a little attracted to Dan from that very first day, although he was nothing like the type of guy I would normally go for. He was a couple of inches taller than me, at around six feet and a couple of years younger, at 22. He was also broad and fairly muscular which, as I got to know him, I found out was a result of his keen interest in playing rugby for one of the local amateur teams. He had light brown, slightly curly hair, which he usually gelled in a messed up style, and eyes that were bright, electric blue. At work, he tended to wear quite snug fitting trousers which really showed off his ass. As you might expect, regular rugby training sessions had sculpted it into a firm, toned work of art. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off it and, as far as I could tell, what he kept down the front of his trousers was equally impressive.

Dan was a genuinely likeable guy. He was smart, funny and really easy to get along with. We had a lot of stuff in common, liked a lot of the same music, movies and books. We both enjoyed socialising (i.e. getting drunk!), clubbing and just generally hanging out. We fell into an easy friendship and he quickly became one of my closest friends. I came out to him quite early in our friendship, figuring that it was better to find out sooner, rather than later, if he was going to have a problem with my being gay. As it turned out, he couldn’t care less and treated my announcement with no more shock than if I’d just told him I was thinking about buying a new pair of shoes.

As our friendship grew, so too did my crush on him. Never to the point where it was going to take over my life or anything like that, I just found him really sexy and enjoyed looking at his body. I never had any hope or expectation that my crush would go anywhere, after all he’d been with his girlfriend Claire for years, but I did entertain more than a few fantasies of seeing what lay under those oh-so-tight trousers. A few months after we started working together, I finally got my chance!

After a particularly indulgent Christmas period, we decided that we were going to get fit and start playing squash on a weekly basis. I think this was really a gesture on his part to get me motivated, because he was still playing rugby every week and was still in pretty good shape – despite the holiday season excesses. Whilst getting fit was the main objective, it honestly didn’t occur to me that our weekly squash game was going to provide some additional benefits.

After our very first match, we were walking back to the changing room, chatting about the game we’d just played. Dan had thrashed me convincingly, but was generously telling me I had played really well and that next week I’d probably win – he was always such a bad liar! The conversation continued as we walked into the changing room and over to our lockers. Dan started to get undressed and it was then I hit me: Dan was going to get naked! We’d worked up a good sweat during the game, so there’s no way he would be changing back into normal clothes without having a shower!

My heart started to race at the thought of my months of fantasies coming true. I tried to act as normal as possible as I too started to get undressed, but ended up nearly strangling myself with my t-shirt as I tried to remove it, I was so eager not to miss a second of the strip show Dan was performing for me. After removing his t-shirt, he took off his trainers and socks and slipped out of his shorts, and was left standing there wearing only his black CK boxer briefs. He had his back to me at this point, so I was once again able to appreciate his fine ass, contoured perfectly by the tight-fitting underwear. Without a second’s hesitation, he peeled off his underwear giving me a full view. His ass was everything I’d imagined - firm, muscled, with cute little dimples on each cheek! It was completely smooth and it was all I could do not to reach out and stroke it. Dan chucked his boxers into his sports bag and headed towards the showers.

I somehow managed to get the rest of my clothes off and walked after him. Dan was already in one of the shower cubicles, with his head under the jet of hot water. I couldn’t believe my luck when I realised that, despite the fact there was a shower curtain on each cubicle, he hadn’t bothered to close it! I took the stall opposite his and turned on the shower, also leaving my shower curtain open. I was facing the wall at this point with my back to him, trying to calm myself down before turning round to look at him.

Once I had composed myself enough, I rotated 180 degrees to face Dan. He was turned towards me, shampooing his hair and had his eyes closed as the suds ran down his face. This gave me the opportunity to study him from head to toe, without him being aware of my staring. His chest was broad and, like has ass, completely smooth. His nipples were large and almost coffee-coloured and, as I noted with excitement, they were both erect! As he raised his hands to wash his hair, I could see the small tufts of dark curly hair under his arms. He was toned, but didn’t have bulging pecs or a six pack. The little hair he did have on his upper body was a sexy treasure trail, leading down to his groin. His pubic hair was dark, tightly curled and very neat. I looked like it might be trimmed, although I couldn’t tell from where I was standing. His legs were the epitome of a rugby players legs - solidly muscled and fairly hairy.

And at last! I could see the object of my fantasies for these last few months! The promise of the bulging crotch in his trousers was more than fulfilled by Dan’s amazing cock! It was larger than I had imagined and looked to be about five inches soft. As well as the length, the girth of his cock didn’t disappoint and was accentuated by a thick vein which ran slightly off-centre down the length of his shaft. His balls were no less impressive. Quite large, about the size of small plums, not quite low-hangers but dangling quite satisfactorily between his legs inside a slightly hairy ball sack.

I was conscious of my own cock beginning to stiffen, just as Dan finished rinsing the shampoo out of his eyes, so I quickly turned to face the wall again and began washing myself down. We finished our showers and got dressed, whilst agreeing that this weekly squash game was a good idea and that it would really help us get fit in the weeks ahead.

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Happy memories! As I lay in bed, I reflected that the squash had been not just a good idea – it had been a great idea! It probably didn’t improve my fitness that much, but my weekly ogling of Dan’s cock had certainly improved certain other, more solo, pastimes I indulged in! The weekly squash games stopped a few months ago, when I moved to a new job and new apartment which was too far away to make a regular game feasible. Sadly, my meetings with Dan sadly became a lot more sporadic from that point too.

Ah well! At least I had today to look forward to. It would be good to spend some time with him. Too bad there wouldn’t be any opportunity to see that amazing cock of his again.

 

[garion]

Hi guys

This is my first story here on JUB. The story forum is one of my favourites, so thought I would try and give something back.

Part 1 was really just some background - stay tuned for part 2!

 

[Autolycus]

Hi guys

This is my first story here on JUB. The story forum is one of my favourites, so thought I would try and give something back.

Part 1 was really just some background - stay tuned for part 2!

Welcome to the story board and thanks for your contribution - looking forward to a continuation.

 

[latinoguy19]

Please continue, I enjoyed the beginning.

 

[DonQuixote]

Garion:
A fun filled introductory chapter. Welcome to the author's side.
Those of us on the readers/critics side always welcome new meat, er, contributors - yeah, that's it, contributors, LOL.

A nice style. Looking forward to your next installment.

 

[Craiger]

Garion,

Thanks for the beginning introduction to a well laid out story. It brings back many fond memories. I have had a very similar experience. How wonderful it is when, in meeting and working with someone, the friendship develops into such a comfortable closeness that you can be completely honest with each other, even about your sexuality. However, I have also had some friends that couldn't handle it and refused to maintain a friendship. Their loss...lol I really am eager to read further to see if the events continue to follow my path.

Craiger

 

[sfcfml]

Beautifully written, thanks. Almost as good as being there ...

 

[garion]

Part 2

I had debated the possibility of another couple of hours sleep, given that Dan’s call had woken me so early, but I decided I would be as well to make a start on the stuff I had to do that day.

I got out of bed and headed for the shower, making only a brief detour to the kitchen to switch on the coffee machine. I turned the water up hot and had nice long shower, also taking the opportunity to shave while the spray bounced off my back. Most of my friends think I’m weird for shaving in the shower as they prefer the old “stand at the sink and scrape” routine. But for me, I think it gives better results – with the added advantage that you don’t have to clean the sink afterwards!

I wrapped my towel round my waist and headed back to the kitchen, where the coffee machine was just finishing sputtering the final drips of coffee into the pot. As I started to sip it, the rich Kenyan blend finished the job that the hot shower had started, and my brain was finally cajoled into full wakefulness.

I walked back to the bedroom and put on my jeans and a t-shirt and started to make my bed. Maybe because I was still a little horny from my earlier thoughts of our weekly squash game, making the bed brought back another memory of Dan – a night where I finally got to do more than just look at that cock of his.

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It was a Friday night and we had gone straight from the office to the pub with a few of our colleagues. It had been a stressful week as the company was undergoing a major restructure and no one knew whether their jobs were safe. As a result, the after work beer turned into several beers (and then several more) as we all tried to unwind and forget about our office problems. We didn’t really stop to eat anything, apart from some crisps and nuts, so as the night wore on, we got progressively tipsier.

By 11pm, there was only Dan, me and one of our colleagues left from the group we had set out with. We reached the sensible conclusion that we definitely didn’t need any more to drink, so decided to head home. Because of the unplanned nature of our night out, I had brought my car to work that day. Normally, I would leave it at home and take public transport to work if an evening’s socialising was planned. As we left the pub, I was telling Dan what a pain it would be to have to return in the morning to collect my car, fighting my way through the throng of Saturday shoppers and tourists that always flocked to Edinburgh at the weekend.

As always, he took the pragmatic approach and suggested that I stay on the couch at his place, as it was only a ten minute walk from the bar. That way, I could easily pick up my car in the morning and drive home. His girlfriend, Claire, was in London on a training course, so we wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing her with an unplanned guest, and a no doubt noisy entrance into their flat.

I thanked him for his offer and we started walking the short distance to his place. It was October, so the night was cold and the air crisp which, combined with the walking, helped clear our heads a little. We stopped at a kebab house and bought two donner specials, thinking that some food might help the sobering up process. In reality, the fast food was too little, too late and didn’t do much to improve our sobriety. However, it did taste good!

By the time we reached his flat, we were tired and definitely ready to sleep. Dan’s flat was in a converted 19th century tenement building and had massive high ceilings and thick stone walls – quite the contrast with my own modern and, what the estate agent euphemistically described as, “compact” apartment. The downside of the old building was that it could be quite draughty and cold, particularly at this time of year. Dan had told me he was in the middle of renovating and would be installing more efficient heating soon, but for the moment, the flat was almost as cold as the street outside.

Dan went in search of the spare blankets and pillows to put on the couch while I used the bathroom. The combination of the chilly weather and large quantities of beer that I had consumed meant that I really needed to pee badly! After urinating for what felt like about 30 minutes, I returned to the lounge, only to hear a lot of crashing and swearing coming from Dan’s bedroom.

I stuck my head round his bedroom door to ask if something was wrong. It turned out that Dan couldn’t find the spare bedding, due to Claire’s “tidying up” and not putting it in its normal cupboard. (A week or so later, Claire told me that the bedding was in the same place it had always been and questioned whether Dan’s inability to find it was more to do with his alcohol-impaired cognitive abilities than her housekeeping skills).

I told Dan not to worry and that I would just crash on the couch with my clothes on and it would be fine. Ever the perfect host, Dan wouldn’t hear of such a thing and insisted I sleep in his bed, and he would take the sofa.

“Dan, I’m not going to sleep, nice and warm, in your bed while you freeze out in the lounge!” I protested. “Please, you should sleep in your own bed.”

Dan looked me in the eye, “Look, the sensible thing here is that we just share the bed. It’s certainly big enough for us both and that way; we can both keep warm and get a decent sleep.”

My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. Share a bed with Dan? Oh my God! “Um, eh, yeah sure,” I stuttered, trying to sound cool and like his suggestion was the most unremarkable idea in the world. “If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, as long as you’re ok with it. I bet you probably snore less than Claire does anyway!”

“Well, I can’t guarantee that, but if you’re willing to take the risk, then it sounds like a plan!”

“Great, that’s it settled then. I’m just gonna go for a pee too and then we can turn in. Make yourself comfortable,” he said, pointing to his bed. “Mine’s the left side by the way!”

“Ok, ok!” I laughed. “I won’t encroach on your territory.”

As Dan left the room, I began to remove my clothes. Normally, I sleep naked but figured that, as much as I would love to be nude in bed next to Dan, it probably wasn’t entirely appropriate. So I left my underwear on and climbed into bed. Although the bed was clean, I could still smell Dan’s body on the sheets and I stuck my head into his pillow and inhaled deeply. His strong, masculine smell was quite intoxicating and that, combined with the whole situation of me lying there in his bed, waiting for him to join me, was really rather arousing.

My cock began to harden inside my underwear and I couldn’t help but stroke it a little, while wondering if Dan’s invitation to sleep in his bed was as entirely innocent as it sounded. Maybe this would be my chance to do more than just look at his cock? Maybe, this would be my chance to see him hard? Maybe touch it? Maybe wank him off and let him cum on my chest? Maybe……

I suddenly realised I was rock hard and stroking my cock fast, so engrossed in my fantasy I had become. I heard the toilet flushing and quickly pulled my hand out of my briefs, noting that my cock was already wet with precum. It wouldn’t have taken much more wanking before I would have shot everywhere, and I wasn’t entirely sure how I would have explained the puddle of cum in my friend’s bed! I told myself that I was thinking with my cock head rather than the one on my shoulders. Of course Dan’s offer had no hidden agenda. He was straight, had a long-term girlfriend and in all the time I had known him, he had never shown any indication that he was remotely interested in guys. With that thought, I was relieved to note that my cock had begun to soften again, just as Dan came back into the room.

He hadn’t bothered to button up his trousers after peeing, and I could see the white waistband of his boxer briefs in the gap where his pants hung open. He quickly stepped out of his trousers, took off his shirt and socks and climbed into bed. We said a quick goodnight and he reached over to the bedside lamp and turned it off.

I lay there in the darkness trying to get to sleep, a task made so much more difficult by the fact that my cock had responded to the presence of my almost naked friend in bed beside me. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life and precum was oozing freely from the end of my cock. As I struggled manfully to ignore it, I was aware that Dan also seemed somewhat restless. He kept changing position in bed, tossing and turning and twice kicked me accidentally in the leg.

“Are you ok?” I asked. “You seem like you can’t get to sleep.”

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to keep you awake too,” he replied. “I’m just a bit uncomfortable.”

“Ah ok. Look it’s really no problem for me to sleep on the couch if having me in your bed is freaking you out,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.

“Don’t be daft,” he laughed. “Why would having you here freak me out? That’s not what I meant by uncomfortable. The problem is, I always sleep naked and I’m finding it really difficult to get so sleep with my boxers still on.”

“Oh I see,” I said, relieved that he wasn’t kicking me out.

“Yeah, I’ve slept naked since I was about 15. Guess I’m just used to being a bit ‘free’ in bed.”

“Know what you mean,” I replied. “Normally sleep in the buff too.”

“Feel free to say no, but would you mind if I took my underwear off? It would be such a relief”

Would I mind? Would I mind more of my fantasies coming true? “Nah, of course not,” I replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Thanks so much,” he said. I felt movement in the bed beside me as he wriggled out of his boxers and then a sigh. “Much better!” he said.

“Glad to hear it!” I laughed.

“Ok then, definitely time to sleep now. G’night”

“Night, Dan,” I replied.

I lay still in the bed and listened to my friend’s breathing. It gradually became deeper and more regular, until I could tell that taking his underwear off had certainly done the trick and he had drifted off. After a few minutes, I could feel myself beginning to nod off too.

I wasn’t sure how much later, but I suddenly came awake in the early hours of the morning. To my surprise, I found that Dan had rolled onto his side, facing me. His hand was on my arm, lightly holding my bicep and, even better, his soft cock was pushed against my right thigh! I felt a brief surge of excitement, until I realised he was in a deep sleep and that his position was completely subconscious. Without really thinking about what I was I reached down and lightly touched his cock, and then took hold of it, enjoying its warmth and texture in my hand. I stroked his cock a little and felt it begin to stiffen slightly. I quickly stole a glance at Dan’s face and was relieved to see he was still in a deep sleep.

I started to wonder what else I could do with Dan’s cock without risking waking him, but as I thought about it, I realised what I was doing and pulled my hand away. As much as I had wanted to see and do more with Dan, taking advantage of him while he was asleep wasn’t really what I had in mind. I wasn’t willing to jeopardise our friendship by molesting him while he slept. I gently moved his hand from my arm, rolled away from him and went back to sleep.

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As I finished making my bed, I reflected that despite my disappointment that the reality of Dan and me being in bed together hadn’t played out the way it had done in my head, I was honest enough with myself to know that it was pure fantasy on my part. Dan was straight and his offer to share his bed was motivated by friendship – nothing else.

I did get a final treat the next morning of seeing his semi-hard cock as he got out of bed and headed naked to the bathroom. Sadly, he had put a bathrobe on by the time he returned to the bedroom with a coffee for me.

I smiled to myself at the memory of that night. Glancing at the clock, I realised that I would need to get a move on if I was going to have time to do my chores and arrive at the pub in time to meet Dan.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.

 

[DonQuixote]

We all have our dreams -- and yours came a teeny tiny step closer to reality that night. And you didn't screw up your friendship while you got to touch.

Who knows what you might have touched in Dan's subconscious, eh?

 

[harry113]

Thanks Garion. Great tale!
More please
Harry

 

[DonQuixote]

p.s. And, as far as shaving in the shower - I've shaved in the shower for years -- a lot smoother shave, just bar soap or shampoo for lather. It's a much more tactile experience, since you have to rely on your fingers feeling for stubble to make sure you've gotten all of the whiskers off.

 

[Autolycus]

A great second episode that lives up to the promise of the first!

 

[giorgiobaby]

hot story so far, how far will it go?

 

[FrenchieFry]

wow, i'm jealous great story look forward to reading more =)