DANIEL'S STORY

If you saw Daniel in a crowd you'd only look at him for a minute before
moving onto the next handsome guy.  He was fairly tall, a bit on the
thin side, with a mop of blonde hair and ears that stuck out just a
little.  He was the true boy next door - good looking but nothing
special.

Until he smiled.  When Daniel smiled, the sun shone all over his face. 
When Daniel laughed, it was like the sun bursting out from behind a
summer cloud.   

Daniel was a fabulous clarinet player.  In his last year of high school
he played the Mozart Clarinet Concerto with the school orchestra, an
amazing effort for a 17 year old.  That was when I met him for the first
time.   I taught piano at the university conservatorium, and I made a
note to myself that he was someone worth working with.

Next year Daniel left school and enrolled at the university  to study
music.  I began to accompany him for recitals, and we started working
together quite frequently.   As the years went by his playing got more
and more sensational.  

But I wasn't prepared for the fact that I would also start falling in
love with him as I got to know him better.  Maybe it was the music,
maybe it was his body, maybe it was the laughs.  Whatever it was, I fell
for him in a big way.

Of course, I couldn't say anything to him about it.  As far as I could
tell he wasn't gay.  He never actually appeared with a girlfriend, but
his face always lit up with a great smile for attractive girls.  If I
made a pass at him, he'd probably stop playing the clarinet with me, and
I'd lose even the time we had together as friends.

One weekend we were due to play a concert at a little town up the
coast.  I had a weekend house nearby and suggested we spend the night
there before the concert.  Daniel agreed.

I picked him up from his place and we drove out of town along the
coast.  We decided to have a rehearsal in the fabulous old hall where we
were doing the concert before going to my house, and we spent the
afternoon making music.  It was wonderful, just the two of us in this
historic building.

In the late afternoon we got to the house and unpacked the car.  By now
the sun was beginning to set, so we had to think about dinner.  I
suggested a little restaurant in the town, and we set off in the car.

It was a great meal.  The food was Mexican, the sangria was delicious,
and the lights were low, but not too low so that I couldn't drool
inwardly over the young adonis in front of me.  I was driving so I
didn't drink too much, but Daniel had enough to be getting a bit
uninhibited.

The bill came.  I said I'd pay:  I was a lecturer and earned lots of
money, he was still a 19 year old music student at the university.

He stopped and looked at me.  Yet another laugh, yet another smile on
that dazzling face.  

"You know,  if I didn't know better I'd think you were propositioning
me" he said.

"And what if I was?" I replied, not really sure why I'd said that.  How
would he take it?

There was a pause.  "Maybe I could be persuaded" he said nervously, with
another of those laughs.

It was my turn to pause.  Was he really responding to me in the way I'd
dreamed?  "Let's go back to the house and have a drink" I said.

He got to his feet, slightly unsteadily, and we went out to the car and
drove back to the house.  When we got inside I told him to go out on the
balcony while I fixed a couple of cold beers.

I went out on the balcony to find him standing on the railing looking
out over the waves crashing onto the beach below.  It was a moonlit
night and the stars were out.  I gave him his beer and we stood there
side by side looking out to sea.  It was magical.

After a few minutes he put his hand on my shoulder.

"This is a great place you've got here" he said.  "Thanks for letting me
stay."

"That's OK", I said, turning to look at him in the moonlight.  I put my
arm on his shoulder and caressed him a little.  "It's much better when
you can share this place with friends".

We didn't say anything for a minute while the sound of the waves kept
crashing on.  Then he put his other arm on my shoulder, and I put both
my arms lightly around him in a gentle embrace.  We came closer together
until his head was resting on my shoulder.  

This sounds as if it all happened smoothly and easily.  Actually, I was
as nervous as a cat.  At any moment I expected him to break off angrily
and call me a fag.  Instead, he just stood there in my arms. 
Tentatively I put a hand up to that beautiful mop of hair and began
stroking it lightly.  I couldn't really believe this was happening.

How many seconds went by?  I don't know, but it felt like an eternity. 
Then he took his head off my shoulder and faced me.  We looked at each
other and slowly moved our lips together.  

People always say that there is some kind of electric spark when you
first kiss someone you love.  If there was one this time, I didn't see
it, but it certainly felt like it.  That first kiss was uncertain,
cautious, unsure if it was going to last.   The fact that we were
kissing at all, though, seemed to break the ice.  We both sensed that we
wanted each other, and the embrace became tighter, more confident, more
sure of what we were doing.  

When we broke off, Daniel looked at me with some surprise.

"You're crying", he said.  It was true.   There were tears rolling down
my cheeks.

"I only ever dreamed I'd kiss you" I said, my voice choking slightly. 
"I never thought it would really happen.  I don't want this moment to
stop".

We embraced again, this time with me putting my head on his shoulder.  I
wet his collar a bit, and he stroked my hair just as I had done to him. 
This time we were more sure of each other, and we stook there for what
seemed like a long time simply holding each other.

I couldn't tell you how long we spent out on that balcony, or exactly
what we did.  It was a sort of dream in many ways.  I remember that we
kissed, we hugged each other, and we stood arm in arm looking out over
the water.  And I remember that we said very little, and that Daniel was
smiling almost all the time.

Eventually I said something about going inside, and we headed into the
house.  The light in the house was a bit bright, and it broke the spell
a little.  We put the empty beer bottles in the garbage and tidied up
the kitchen.  When Daniel had finished drying up the glasses, I put my
arms round him from behind and hugged him.

"I'm so happy you're here" I said, and kissed him on the back of the
neck.  He turned around and we fell into a tight embrace, kissing
passionately.  This was not the gentle loving kiss of the balcony but
something strong and sexual.  I probed his mouth with my tongue, and
after a minute he did the same to me.  

My hands strayed to his small beautiful backside.   He jumped a bit, but
kept kissing.  

After we separated, I took him by the hand.  I turned off the lights in
the lounge and led him into the bedroom that had the double bed.  This
had been going to be his bedroom anyway, but now it was going to be
ours.  

"I'm not sure about this" he said nervously (another of those laughs). 
"I've never done this before".

"I won't go too fast" I said, cupping his cheeks in my hands and giving
him a long kiss.   His young face was still smooth, the stubble just
breaking the surface.  I stroked his cheeks, then slowly lowered myself
to my knees.  I held him around his thighs and kissed his baggy crotch. 
I could feel him hard underneath, but that pleasure was for later.

As I undid his shoes he put his hands on my head and stroked my hair.  I
slid each of his socks off his feet, taking the opportunity to caress
his legs as I did.  They were still fairly thin, and were covered in a
golden down.  I ran my hand up inside each of his trouser legs and
kissed him on the crotch again.

Now I worked my hands up outside his trousers, feeling between his
thighs before coming to rest on his belt buckle.  I undid it, not, I
must confess, with the smoothness of a practiced lethario.  We laughed a
little as I struggled to get it undone.  This made him relax a bit,  for
I obviously wasn't as experienced as he thought.

I undid the top button of his trousers and eased down the zip on his
fly.  His pants dropped down his legs, revealing those beautiful
thighs.  I caressed each of them, kissing the kneecaps and licking my
way up inside and outside his legs.  

Finally I reached his jocks.  I kissed his balls and started licking the
outside of his bulging cock through the material.  There was already a
wet patch on his jocks.  He gasped a little when I kissed his cock, but
his hands came down again to caress my hair, so he seemed to be enjoying
it.

I stood up.  As I did, he stepped out of his trousers.  I took him by
the shoulders and pressed down ever so slightly.  He took the hint: it
was his turn now.  

He knelt in front of me and rather nervously put his arms around my
legs.  He kissed my crotch while I caressed his beautiful hair and
stroked his face.  Then he undid my shoes, running his hands up inside
my trousers to get my socks off just as I had done to him.

I undid my belt buckle.  "I don't want you to have the same trouble I
did" I said, and he laughed.  He slipped off my trousers and kissed me
on the thighs.  Cautiously he worked his way up and then, taking a
breath, he kissed my cock.  And just as he had a wet patch on his
underpants, so did I.

He stood up and I stepped out of my trousers.  We looked at each other
and embraced in a long passionate kiss.  This time my hands strayed down
his back under his shirt tail and over his beautiful backside.  Just a
thin layer of material separated me from those glorious curves.  Daniel
tentatively started copying what I was doing.

After a minute I stopped kissing him and began unbuttoning his shirt. 
As each button was undone I pulled the shirt apart and kissed the smooth
young chest underneath.  There were a lot of buttons, and there were a
lot of kisses.  I didn't care: this was so unreal and dreamlike that I
wanted it to go on for ever.

At last the whole of his shirt was unbuttoned and I eased it off him.  I
stepped back to look at him.

"God but you are beautiful" I said quietly.  "I had no idea how much". 
Daniel smiled nervously.

I took his hands to my shirt and he began unbuttoning me, kissing my
hair chest as each button was undone.  When he had taken off my shirt he
looked at me.  "You're not too bad yourself, you know".

Now there were just two pairs of jocks separating us from completely
losing ourselves in each other.  We embraced and began caressing each
other's naked back and shoulders.  My hand slipped down his back and I
began to stroke him under his jocks.  I was actually touching his ass -
it was incredible!

I bent down to kiss each of his nipples.  They were standing out erect,
and I sucked hungrily on them.  My hands never left the inside of his
underpants, and now, ever so slowly, I eased his jocks down until his
cock sprang clear.  He was a bit jumpy at this, but I stroked him again
and knelt down in front of him.  

With his jocks rolled down just below his backside, I could see his
cock.  It wasn't the biggest one I'd come across, but it was his,  and
as far as I was concerned it was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. 
I kissed the tip and ran my tongue down the vein of his cock.   Taking
his balls in my mouth I sucked them hard.  He cried out, but since he
was stroking my hair he obviously didn't want me to stop.

I stood up, pushed him onto his back on the bed, slipped off his jockts
and took mine off.  Then I climbed onto the bed on top of him and began
kissing him all down his front.   When I got to his cock I kissed him on
the balls and eased his feet up onto my shoulders so that I could kiss
his ass as well.  My hands were ahead of my tongue, and after a minute I
began stroking him between his ass cheeks.  

After a minute or so I started kissing his cock again, taking the whole
of it into my mouth and licking the tip.  As I looked up at him he was
ecstatic, gripping my head as I ran my tongue over the sensitive skin. 
While my hands kept stroking his backside I started slowly mouth fucking
him, and as I did so he began pushing my head into his crotch in rhythm.

All the time I was looking up at him, and he looked down at me and gave
me another of those smiles.  Somehow the smile was more dazzling than
ever with his cock in my mouth, my hands on his arse, his hands holding
my hair and his thighs gripping me around my neck.

I took his cock out of my mouth and moved back up his body, kissing
every beautiful piece of it as I went.  I reached his face, looked at
him for a minute and then fell on him, kissing him passionately.  He
responded strongly, holding me tightly round the chest and pushing the
back of my head into his face.  His legs were still on my shoulders
gripping me round my neck, and I ran my hands along his furry thighs.  

We broke off, with me holding myself over him, his legs on my shoulders,
and the two of us looking at each other.  My cock was just below his
exposed ass, and I slowly moved a bit further up him until I was kissing
his forehead.  Down below my cock was now wedged between his cheeks.

I stopped, and looked at him.  He was clearly nervous, but he said
nothing.  Now my cock probed his hole.  Once again I stopped, but once
again he said nothing.

I pushed gently and slid inside him.  He cried out and clutched me and I
stopped.  My cock was not very big, so I knew I wouldn't hurt him too
much.  But I wanted this to be good for him too.

After a minute I pushed a bit more, until his ring tightened around my
cock.  Now I was inside him - I was inside the man I had loved so long
from a distance.  This had to be a dream.  But what a dream!

Once again I stopped to let him get used to the feel of me.  He
continued holding me tightly.  Now I gently started a rhythm, feeling
him tight on my cock, and from time to time I almost pulled out so that
my head could feel the tightness of his sphincter.  

The rhythm became less gentle and more urgent.  As I began panting, so
did he.  He grabbed me tighter, and tensed his body against mine.  

I could feel the cum welling up within my cock.  I came inside him in an
indescribable sensual explosion.  He cried out, I gasped, and after I
had spurted my cum inside him, I collapsed on him in tears.  I'd never
felt anything like this before.

After a minute I looked down at Daniel to find he was crying too.  My
cock was still inside him, and I could feel a wetness on my crotch. 
He'd come while I was inside him - that was when he cried out.  We'd
come pretty well together.

We made love twice more that night.   For the rest of the time we slept
entangled in each other's arms, or talked about life while stroking each
other.

The next morning, though, was the sweetest moment of all.  I woke up
with the sun streaming through the window, catching Daniel's blond hair
and lighting up his face.  There beside me was the most beautiful man in
the world.  He was asleep, the sun was shining on him, and he was
smiling.