From: ronald wayne weaver <rwweaver@students.uiuc.edu>
Subject: "Just Playin'"  M/M  Seduction, Semi-NC
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 21:25:43 -0500
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana

This story contains graphic scenes of guys fucking each other.   Get over it.
This my second story.  Not quite so nice as the first one.  Enjoy.

"Just Playin'"

	The first time John saw Danny, he had to have him.  The kid was 
standing at the bar, oh-so-tight faded jeans outlining his tight, tender 
ass, black sneakers, and a white cotton shirt, precisely the same 
brightness as his dazzling smile.  John was not what anyone would call 
shy.  He swaggered up to the bar, near enough to the kid to rest his 
massive chest against Danny's shoulder.  Danny looked up and John threw 
his killer smile at him.  Danny saw his teeth flash from below his 
expertly trimmed mustache and those dancing brown eyes, winking down at 
him.  "Hey, there," John said, his southern drawl evident.
	"Hi," Danny said, looking the stranger over.  John was dressed in 
dark jeans, a tight, black t-shirt, and black boots.  He wore a baseball 
cap pulled down to his eyebrows.
	"You're a sexy little guy, ain't ya?" John just looked directly 
into the kid's green eyes, winking.  "I'm John," he said.
	"Danny," the kid answered, smiling awkwardly.
	"Well, Danny," John replied, "How'd you like to get out of here 
with me, and give me a shot at that hot little butt o' yours?"
	Danny never had been a sucker for crass come-ons of the sort, and 
he was actually turned off by the tall stranger's entire manner.  Still, 
he had to admit, if only to himself, the guy was hot.  However, "I'm 
sorry--" he started before a third voice broke in.
	"John, Dan, you've met!"  It was Alan.
	"Actually, we haven't," Danny offered, to try to break the 
palpable tension hanging between him and John.
	"Well, then, John, this is Dan.  Dan, this is my best friend, John."
	"Howdy, Dan," John said, as if they hadn't spoken a word before.
	"Dan, here, is the guy I've been telling you about," Alan 
continued, looking at his new lover with adoring eyes.
	"Pleased to meet you, John, was it?" Danny said, and John knew 
everything was O.K. between them.
	"So," John said, still feeling confused by the recent events, and 
trying not to look at the kid's crotch.
	There was a strange silence.  "Nick!" Alan called toward a corner 
at the far side of the room.  "Be right back, baby," he said to Danny, 
and was gone.
	"Look," John began.
	"Hey, no harm done," Danny said.  "There was know way for us, I 
mean for you to know..."
	"Allright, then, friends?"
	"Friends."
	John winked at Danny, slapped his ass, gave it a hard squeeze, 
and disappeared into the smoky Dance floor.

	John and Alan worked at the same construction company, and had 
been friends for years.  Both had been single and prowling through the 
bars of Chicago for years.  Frequently, they had competed for the 
attentions of the same young man.  More often than not, John had left 
with the trick.  Alan was very smooth, in style and body, but John's 
straightforward manner and southern charm seemed to get more ass than 
Alan's sweet and sincere way with men.
	On more than one night, after a long night of cruising, the two 
would go home together and wear each other out, sexually.  They both 
preferred to top, but neither was a stranger to a good, stiff dick up 
their butt.  They had sucked and pumped each other more times than either 
could count, and had always remained more friends than lovers.  Maybe 
that was the reason nailing Danny seemed so reasonable to John.
	Weeks after meeting that night at the bar, when Alan and Danny 
(Dan, as Alan called him) had moved in together, John was still 
fantasizing about what he wanted to do with and to Danny.  He couldn't 
bring himself to call that golden young man "Dan".   His energy, his 
lithe, muscular body, his youth, all screamed "Danny" to John.    It 
didn't help to curb his appetite for the kid when Alan told him the kid 
was an anal virgin.  He absolutely had to have that ass.  There was 
nothing sweeter in life to John that virgin boy-puss.  The thought about 
Danny all day and all night.  He frequently called out the kid's name 
while pounding his cock in the shower, dreaming of the hidden treasures 
between the boy's supple, while buns.  
	John had attended several parties at the couple's home.  He 
always found a reason to be alone with Danny.  Danny would politely turn 
down his offers, but both men knew the idea of being together was more 
than appealing.  Once, John had even begun rubbinnyg Danny's ass through 
his chinos while the two stood next to each other in a crowd that 
included Alan.  Danny would stand perfectly still while John's rough, 
callused hand massaged his ass, squeezing and fondling the cheek and 
crack of his butt.  The only overt sign of their actions was the repeated 
winks John would throw at Danny.  Then, as the crowd dispersed, they 
would walk away from each other, never mentiould go.  He loved Alan, but 
John was so overtly sexual that Danny was captivated by his attentions.  
By this time, Danny knew about Alan's experiences with John.  Alan had 
dismissed it all, saying they were just "playing."
	Soon, John had formulated a plan and decided to make his move.  
They were working on a job downtown that took up a great deal more of 
Alan's time than John's.  Danny was a student and had classes all 
morning, working in the college bookstore in the evenings.  Between the 
two, he came home, worked out, and took a long shower.  John knew all of 
this through Alan, who had complained of the condition the bathroom was 
often in when he arrived home.  John faked a back injury at the 
construction site and went "home" early.  He said good-bye to Alan, who 
was helping into his truck.  In his mind, he added, "I'm going to go over 
to your house now, and fuck Danny's ass."

	When John arrived, Danny had just gotten in to the shower.  John 
let himself in with the key he still had from the time he'd been Alan's 
roommate.  He went into the Bathroom and removed his shirt and boots.  He 
ran his hands through his thick black chest hair and tweaked his nipples, 
anticipating what was about to come to him.  Soon, the water was shut off 
and Danny's slender hand emerged from the shower curtain, reaching for 
his towel.  John reached and pulled the towel off the rod, out of Danny's 
easy reach.  The shower curtain opened and Danny's face appeared.  His 
eyes grew wide.  "Very funny," he said.  Then:  "What are you doing 
here?  Is Alan O.K.?"
	"He's fine," John said, smiling with a wink.  "I just thought I'd 
come over and see you.  He began to unbuckle his pants.
	"John..."
	"Relax," John said, laughing.  "What do you think I'm goin' to 
do?  Rape you?  I just need your shower."
	"What's wrong with your shower?"
	"What difference does it make?" John asked, unbuttoning his pants.
	"Can I have my towel please?" Danny asked.
	"Sure," John said, tossing it to him.  He pulled off his pants 
while Danny dried his hair, revealing his rock-hard cock, standing out 
from a thick bush of black hairs.  He stepped into the shower, where 
Danny was drying.
	"What are you doing?"
	"I need you to show me you the shower works, is all," came John's 
reply.  He smiled at Danny and stroked his hip with his rough fingers.
	"You just pullout the knob, and adjust the temperature," Danny 
said before realizing the pathetic double-meaning he hadn't intended.
	They both smiled a knowing smile and John sank to his knees.  
"Like this?"
He took all of Danny's still dick into his mouth and began sucking the 
tender morsel.  With one hand firmly grasped onto Danny's ass, pulling it 
toward him, he reached with the other for the water-control knob and 
turned on the warm spray of water.  With the warm spray cascading over 
both of them, John pulled Danny's cock out of his mouth and began sucking 
his sweet, lightly-haired balls.
	"John, we shouldn't," Danny began.
	"Oh, I know," John answered with mock-seriousness, and continued 
his attentions.
	"John," Danny said sharply.
	"We're just playin', man, calm down," came the answer and John 
again swallowed Danny's cock.
	As Danny began running his fingers through John's thick, black 
hair, John knew it was time to kick into part 2 of his plan.  As his hair 
and body were rinsed of dust by the cooling streams of water, John pulled 
Danny's dick out of his mouth again, and stood.  He shut off the water by 
reaching around Danny's body with both hands, bringing their dicks into 
contact with each other.  John brought his lips down to Danny's and 
kissed him, hard.  He slid his tongue into the kid's mouth and explored 
him all over as their bodies dripped cool, clear water.
	John broke from Danny, grabbing his hand, and said, "Come on."  
He dried them quickly and carried Danny, caveman style, over one 
shoulder, to what was now the apartment's guest room, the room where John 
had lived previously.  He laid Danny out on the bed and went down on him 
again.  Pausing for a second, he swung his body up on the bed, his cock 
pointed at Danny's face and said, "Y'know, it wouldn't hurt ya to return 
the favor."  This was the moment to truth.  John knew that if he could 
get his dick into the kid's mouth, he could get him to do anything.
	John went back to sucking, always careful of taking the kid too 
far.  He knew once the kid came, he'd "come to his senses" and want to 
stop.  Soon, he felt the head of his rock-hard cock encircled by hot, 
sweet lips and began to slowly fuck the kid's mouth.  "Ooh, yeah, kid, 
that's right," he whispered, slowly rolling over onto his back, 
positioning Danny's head over his groin.  The kid sped up his activities, 
slowly, proving to be an expert cock-sucker.  He needed no encouragement 
from John, he was on the job.  The kid sucked like he was suffocating and 
John's balls were oxygen tanks.
	John began to spend more time tracing the outline of Danny's 
asshole and less on sucking the kid's dick.  John's thumb had found a 
steady rhythm in the crevice where his sweet secret rested.  It rubbed, 
lightly, coaxing the inevitable response from the opening.  Finally, 
unable to wait any longer, John snaked his tongue out and gave Danny's 
hole a long, slow lick.
	Danny's head popped up from John's staff. "Hey, what was that?"
	"Just relax, darlin'.  I'm just playin'.  Man you got a nice 
ass," John said.  He continued his long, show licks of the kid's crack, 
occasionally nudging the pink opening with his tongue, and Danny 
eventually returned to the terrific sucking he was giving John's meat.
	When John felt his cock was ready to fuck, he said, "I gotta have 
some of this, baby."
	"Wait a minute," Danny said, climbing off of John, "I'm not doin' that,"
	"Just relax," John lied,  "I'm not talkin about fucking you, just 
playin' in that hot crack."  All the while, John positioned Danny on his 
hands and knees on the bed.  He placed the head of his hot, red dick at 
the crack of Danny's ass and make jabbing motions at the kid's hole.  
"Feel me knockin', kid?"  Danny squirmed, and John could tell he was into 
it.  "I'm knockin' at yer door, baby.  You gonna let me in?"
	"We shouldn't," came Danny's breathless reply.
	"Maybe not," John whispered, "But we're just playin'.  Nothin' 
wrong with playin', is there?"
	After a long silence, John began rubbing the head of his stiff 
prick up and down the pale, white crack.  "I guess not."
	"Just let me slip the head in."
	"No.....we shouldn't do that..."
	"C'mon, man, just the head," John whispered into Danny's ear, 
placing one hand firmly on the kid's shoulder and the other at his 
waist.  "Just the head.  You can take the head, I bet.  Wanna bet, 
baby?"  He gave a long, determined push.  The kid's ass gave, and the 
large purple head popped in.
	"Unh!"
	Jesus Christ!  John thought.  That is a tight, hot, little ass.  
Phase 3 complete.
	"Yeah, man.  That's it.  That's all there is to that.  That 
wasn't bad, was it?"  
	"Uhhh.....Uhh, no, ......I guess."
	"Yeah, that was pretty good, wasn't it?"
	"Uhhn....yeah....I guess so." Came the slightly stronger 
response.  What had been painful was now...well, interesting.  A part of 
him wished that Alan had used this approach.  He'd been wanting Alan in 
him for a long time, but each attempt had failed because the kid could 
not relax enough to let Alan's full 12" in.
	John rubbed the kid's hair, messing it.  "Yeah, man.  You know 
what?  I bet you could take more."
	"Oh, no, I don't think--"
	"Betcha can.  Oh, yeah, I bet you can take a little more of this."
	John held Danny in place and eased an inch of his hard rod into 
the kid.  Danny gave a long, low moan of pleasure and pain at the 
strangely exciting violation.
	After that, each subsequent inch was easier and easier until the 
entire 10" length was hugged by Danny's tight, virgin flesh.
	"Yeah," John said, breathing heavily, "I knew you could take it."
	"O.K." Danny said, "Now take it out."
	"O.K., O.K., just relax man."  John said as he pulled, slowly, 
out of that spectacular ass.
	Danny rolled over onto his back, breathing harder that John.  
Perfect, thought John.  He began to kiss the kid, hard and deep.  "I 
still gotta get you off, boy."
	"How?"  Danny was dizzy with all that had happened.  It had 
seemed so wrong at first, but now, he wasn't sure if it had all been 
wrong or harmless.
	"Like this," John said, parting Danny's legs and placing one 
ankle on each of his own hips.  He positioned his cock at Danny's tender 
opening and plunged in.
	"What are you doing?"  Danny exclaimed, surprised.
	"I'm fuckin' you, man," John answered, beginning to pump Danny's 
ass, slowly.    "That's what I came for.  I got you, now.  I finally got 
this ass.  I always said I would, and now its mine."  He winked at Danny 
and sped up his thrusting, taking Danny's breath away.  "Oooh, yeah.  We 
are fuckin, boy.  I got my dick up your tight little ass where no man has 
been before!  Yeah.  Had to have this ass.  Come on, boy, let's fuck!" 
John pressed his lips to Danny's newly willing mouth and their tongues 
locked.
	Danny felt himself carried away by John.  This huge dick was in 
him.  It was really happening.  He was getting fucked.  His fear and 
guilt began to subside.  He was never really threatened by this handsome 
stud pounding his little butt.  He'd been attracted to him for weeks.  
But, he loved Alan.  Alan should have been the first.
	As John plunged himself faster and harder into Danny, he felt his 
cock, already hard, begin to throb and pound.  He was on the verge.
	"Ooh, baby.  Y'know, every time I wink at you, now, that wink'll 
be sayin, 'I had you, boy.  My dick was up you ass.  and it's gonna be 
again, soon.'  Think about that, man."
	The two came together, in huge spurting streams, coating their 
torsos and the sheets of the unused bed.  John collapsed onto Danny, 
kissing him, telling him how good he was.
	"That was some good fuckin', wasn't it, baby?"
	"It sure was, John,"  Danny said, strongly.  "But it isn't going 
to happen again."
	"What?" John said.
	"You heard me.  You don't know it, but you just gave Alan a great 
gift.  You gave him me.  I'm ready to totally give myself to him, now."
	John just stared at him.
	"Go home, John.  You're Alan's best friend, so you're welcome 
here.  But this, this is not going to happen again.
	John dressed and left as Danny showered again.  Never again, 
huh?  Well, we'll see about that.