Date: 28 Jul 99 14:35:41 From: rimshot@planetaccess.com Subject: Daniel and JD Part 5 I would like to thank everyone for the messages. I'm sorry this one took so long. It's been a busy week. I may spend some time exploring JD's character a little, so be patient. Feel free to send suggestions as to what direction this should go. Rimshot@planetaccess.com Thanx, Dan Daniel and JD Part 5 / Enchanted Lives "What did you expect, Danny?" Stacy placed and ice pack on his knuckles. They were purple and swollen, and Daniel didn't want to move his hand. Dane clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "You should have seen him, Stace. It was incredible!" Dane bunched up his face and snarled, "Come and get me, mother fucker, I dare you." He fell onto the bench in the Burger King dining room and dissolved into laughter. "You are by far the most magnificent son of a bitch that ever walked, Daniel." Daniel grinned and threw a fry at Dane, catching him in the nose. "I need you two to go shopping with me tomorrow. I need some new clothes to go see JD." He reached down on the bench and picked up the cowboy hat, placing it on his head. "ah need sum duds that'll do this Texas Frisbee proud," He drawled in a passable western accent, "And I can tell you in all honesty, I've never worn Wranglers, or pointy ass boots, or whatever they wear in my life." "I like western clothes." Micah said as she put her trash away. "I can guaranty you that you have the ass for Wranglers. So does JD. It might be a good style for you." "Where do you buy `em?" "You guys pick me up at ten. I'll take you to the mall, then we'll go see JD, `kay?" The next morning found them in Starlling's, a western clothing store. Daniel sat in a dressing room, pulling on a pair of boots. They were a little tight, and he grunted, pulling them off. Dane picked them up and left the cubicle to get the next size up, and Stacy came in with jeans over her arms and a bag in her hand. "I bought these all ready, so put them on first." She handed him the bag and hung the Wranglers up on the hook. "Micah found some cool T-shirts with wolfs and stuff on them, and now she's finding a belt." Daniel opened the bag and laughed, pulling out a pair of deep sapphire blue silk boxers. He pulled his briefs off and put the new pair on, unsure if he liked the slick feel of silk or not. Looking in the mirror he had to admit, they looked pretty good. JD was bound to like them, assuming he ever got to see them anytime soon. He pulled on a pair of the Wranglers and did them up, carefully adjusting the boxers. Everyone was right. They snugged right up to his ass, but were amazingly comfortable even brand new. He admired them in the mirror, critical of how they looked. Micah pushed her way in to the cramped room giggling. "I think the clerk is getting worried about the amount of traffic through here." She handed him several T-shirts and a belt. "All three of us like the one with the cougar on it, but you decide." She turned to go and stopped to glance at him, bare chested and wearing the jeans and shook her head. "I knew you'd look good in those." He closed the door behind her, just to have it open in his face again. "Here's the boots." Dane said, glancing at the bulge in Daniel's crotch. "Damn, I need some of those pants." He ducked a shirt thrown at him and closed the door, leaving Daniel to finish dressing. He stepped out to find all three lined up waiting. The boots made him two inches taller, and the cougar shirt fit well, but wasn't tight. With false gravity, he took the trophy cowboy hat off the hook by the door and put it on low over his eyes. He hooked his thumbs in his pocket. "What do you think?" He had stopped to get the sides of his hair cut shorter that morning, leaving the back long. His face appeared more angular now, especially in the shadow of the hat. "Holy shit." Dane mumbled, running his eyes full length up and down. "You look like one of those country singers, man." "Danny, you're gorgeous!" Stacy squealed in delight. "You look like Alan Jackson, only younger." "Yeah, who ever the hell that is." Dane nodded, impressed. "I want some for JD, too." Daniel said, leading them into the store. He picked out a hat and belt, jeans, and a pair of boots, thanking his luck that he and JD were almost identical in size. He let Micah and Stacy pick the shirt, totally un-surprised that it was similar to the one he wore. He let Dane pick out the boxers, settling on a screaming purple satin pair. They collected the bags and headed for the hospital. The nurse at the ICU desk told them JD had been moved to a different floor, and that he was doing much better. They found the room, and the others waited outside. Daniel stepped in, feeling kind of cool but silly at the same time. JD's parents weren't there, they'd gone to get something in the cafeteria. JD opened his eyes and settled them on Daniel. A wide smile slowly spread on his face. The tube was gone, and only one IV ran into his arm. His color was almost normal, but still a little pale. "Hey, buckaroo." He laughed, holding his side. Daniel sat the shopping bag down and sat on the bed, pushing up the brim of the hat. "How's it goin', partner?" He leaned forward and kissed JD on the lips, pleased at the feel of his warm skin. "You need a shave, dude." "Where'd you get the hat?" JD asked, putting his hand on Daniel's arm. His eyes wandered over the hat and Daniel's face. They still looked glassy and distant. "Same place you got the knife." Daniel smiled back, licking his lower lip. "You're shittin' me." "Nope. I traded for it fair and square." Curiosity washed over JD's features. "What did you trade?" Daniel stood up and took the hat of, pointing at a little red spot of blood. "He gave me the hat, and I let him live. He thought that was a deal." "What did you do, Danny?" Daniel was quiet for a moment before responding. He looked down at the hat, running his fingers around the brim. "I hunted the bastard down and taught him a lesson. I beat him so bad he couldn't get up, then I told him he'd been beat by a fag, took his hat, and walked away. I dared him to come and get me." JD chuckled, holding his side. "George slew the dragon, is that it?" He motioned towards Daniel's hat. "I like the look, though. Makes you seem rugged." Daniel laughed. "Good, cuz I brought you some to wear home, assuming they ever let you go." He pulled the clothes out and offered them for inspection one item at a time. He saved the purple silk boxers for last. "Will they let you wear underwear in here?" "I guess. I never asked." He pulled out the boxers and held them up. "I got these for you to put on for when I'm not here. School starts back up in two days, and your Mom said they'd keep you at least another week." He held them out to JD. "Anyway, the feel of these on you ass is guaranteed to remind you of our time together. It does me." "You got some, too?" JD asked, feeling the material. "Yeah, but mine are blue." Daniel glanced out the door and then closed it, moving over to the side of the bed. With a flourish he undid his Wranglers and pulled them down, revealing the sapphire silk. They were close fitting, and he enjoyed JD's reaction to them. "Wow." JD said, touching the blue fabric. "That could get me in serious trouble if I could move better." Daniel took his hand and leaned down to kiss him. "You keep that in mind, and it'll make you get better faster." He did up his pants and helped JD into his new boxers, admiring the fit and appearance, The color went really well with JD's all over tan. JD enjoyed the surprised looks on the faces of the various medical people that visited him over the next week as they pulled the sheets back to check his bandages and noticed the electric purple boxers. Daniel was right. Every time he saw them, or someone else saw them, he was reminded of Daniel, once or twice causing a slight blush and a sheepish grin. Daniel visited daily, bringing cards and board games to pass time. Sometimes the others would come, also bearing ideas to pass the hours. JD was allowed to go for walks, accompanying Daniel to the glassed in garden at the center of the medical center. They would steal kisses, laughing and enjoying the danger (imagined) of being caught. Daniel looked out the window of JD's room at the snow falling in the parking lot. The nurse was just finishing the late check of JD's wounds and bandages. They had removed the last IV earlier, and it was beginning to look like JD would be released for his own birthday two days from now. He felt JD walk up beside him as the door closed. "That'll be a bitch to drive home in, Danny." JD followed his gaze. "That's gonna be a foot by tomorrow. Maybe you ought to go so you can make it home." Daniel led him back to the bed and pulled the covers back, watching as he got in. "I'm not worried. Your dad's been letting me drive the Blazer. It's already in four wheel drive." He looked into JD's eyes and pushed him back in the bed. Their lips met, and Daniel slipped his tongue into to run along the bottom of JD's teeth. "Mmmmm." JD groaned, pushing him away. "Dude, you can't do that to me here." "Why's that?" Daniel mumbled in his ear, putting his hand on JD's all ready stiffening member and rubbing lightly, satisfied when it jumped up hard in his hand. "Come on, Danny. What if someone walks in?" JD whispered around kisses, rapidly becoming very aroused. He had dreamed almost nightly of Daniel, and had woken up more than once with a raging hardon. It had been a long dry spell. "That was the last nurse until eleven, and I don't have to leave for half an hour." Daniel bit him on the nipple, causing him to swallow a yelp. "Not shut up and enjoy this, or I'll leave you like this and you can suffer all goddamned night." He pulled the purple boxers down to JD's thighs, admiring the enormous erection that greeted him standing straight up. "Your crazy." JD mumbled, feeling warmth spread through his body as Daniel ministered to him. He inhaled sharply, feeling Daniel's mouth on him, causing him to tense his stomach muscles. Daniel had never done that to him before, and the sensations were indescribable. Daniel grasped the base of the shaft and began slow rhythmic pumps in synch with his lips going up and down. JD groaned quietly, and he knew he was on the right track. He had decided to do this on the way over, talking himself into it against his own will. Now he couldn't remember what his objections had been. JD's breathing became rapid, and Daniel could feel him pumping his hips with the rhythm. "OH, god!" He whispered urgently, and Daniel felt hot spurts of cum shooting into the back of his mouth. Determined, he swallowed as fast as he could, loosing only very little out the sides of his mouth. Finally JD relaxed, and Daniel looked up, grinning from ear to ear. JD's face was flushed deep red, and he lay with his eyes closed, panting. "Un-fucking believable," He whispered, putting his hands on his chest. Daniel found a wash cloth and cleaned him up, washing his own face also. He made a mental note to discuss taste with JD. As he stopped to kiss him goodnight, he found JD dead to the world, snoring softly. With great care, he slipped the boxers back on and pulled the covers up, tucking his partner in. He kissed JD lightly on the lips and pulled the cord that turned out the light. Daniel turned off the TV and pulled the door shut, satisfied with his work. One week later, JD stood looking at the bed in his room as he did up his new Wranglers. He sighed and picked up his new cowboy hat and put it on and turned as the door open. Daniel and his mother came in followed by a nurse with a wheel chair. "What's that for?" The nurse maneuvered the chair over to him and smiled. "Everyone gets a free ride to their car, JD." He shook his head. "No thanks. I've had all the rides I want." "Baby," His mother coaxed, "It's their policy. They have to take you to the car in the chair." "I'm not getting in it." Daniel grinned and pointed at JD's hat. "Ain't gonna do it." He corrected. "Right. I ain't getting' in it." JD's mother put her hands on he hips and fixed Daniel with a glare. "You are not helping." "Sorry." Daniel patted the seat of the chair and winked at JD. "Get in the chair, Tex." "No, and you `ain't' big enough to make me." JD glanced at his mother. "She isn't either." The nurse sighed, then smiled very sweetly. "Either you sit down like a good boy, and let me push you out to the car, or I call Dr. Peterson and tell him you had a tragic accident in the shower and will be our guest for a few more days." JD blinked several times, then turned and sat in the chair. He glanced up at Daniel, who was trying very hard not to laugh out loud, and flipped him off, closing the subject. Daniel's laugh could be heard through the whole ward. They made their way to the elevator, Daniel on one side and his mother on the other. "Are all nurses as mean as you?" JD asked innocently. "Oh, my. I firmly believe that I don't even rank in the top ten." She answered with a chuckle. "Then I don't want to come back." "Jesus, they'll be glad to hear that." Daniel offered, pushing the button for the main floor. At his home, JD found a huge party waiting for him. He opened Christmas gifts and Birthday gifts, and accepted hugs and kisses from well wishers for the rest of the day and into the evening. About nine o'clock, he sat in his room with Daniel, the rest of the gang having left. He touched the fire locket around his neck and laughed as Daniel described the shopping trip for the cowboy clothes. Daniel's face went serious, and he leaned over to kiss JD. "You scared the shit out of me, you dickhead." He handed JD two boxes, one wrapped for the holidays, one for a birthday. "I want to see you in these, so I got the spare key to Micah's mothers salon. We can go when ever we want." JD opened the first package and chuckled, pulling out two pairs of silk briefs in wild colors and patterns, "I like the boxers, but not the way they ride up my ass. These'll be cool." He set them aside and started on the other package. Daniel watched as JD pulled his new bracelet out of the box. It was a gold I.D. bracelet, with "JD" inscribed on the front. "Did you see the back?" He asked, watching him try to put it on. JD flipped it over and read the second inscription "Happy 18th B-Day, Love D." JD threw his arms around Daniel, nearly strangling him. "It's great, man! I love it!" He let Daniel help him put it on his wrist. "Dane invited us to a party at his farm Friday night. I told him if I was up to it, and wasn't swamped in homework, that we'd try to be there, ok?" "When was the last time I told you no, JD?" Daniel leaned back on the bed into the pillows. "Besides, since I planned the party with him, it wouldn't be fair to leave him by him self, would it?" "You've been pretty busy while I was on vacation." JD stood up and stripped of the t-shirt, wranglers, and boxers, then pulled on the silk bikini briefs, much happier with the fit and feel. "I like these a lot better." He turned and examined them in the mirror over his dresser. "I like the boxers, too, but I think I'd rather wear these kind on a daily basis." "The idea was to give you a variety, and to get rid of those beat to shit fruit of the looms you had." Daniel propped his head to admire JD in his underwear. "In fact, I threw those all away with you mother's blessing, so there's two more packages of new underwear in your drawer." He snickered. "I'll let you guess which ones your mom bought." There was indeed a variety, with string bikinis that caused them both to laugh, and low rise briefs that JD preferred, and form fitting knit boxers. Daniel watched him try them all on, offering critique, and generally just being glad JD was home. "I gotta go," He finally said, getting up and slapping JD lightly on the ass. "I have school at eight, and you need rest." They kissed good night, a long proper kiss, and JD threw on a robe to walk him to the door. Friday arrived, and Daniel got home from school to find a note from his mother on the fridge. She was shopping, and his sweater was back from the dry cleaner. It was on the bed. XOXOXO, she'd be home at about six, have fun at the party. He smiled and wadded up the note and headed for his room, wondering how JD's appointment at the doctor's had gone. He dumped his books in the family room, let the cat out, grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and made his way down the hall. There was a sock in the middle of the floor. And another one near the bathroom door. The hall was dark with all the doors closed, and he stopped to turn on the light, gathering the socks up. A pair of jeans lay just inside his parent's door jam, and he grabbed those, too. He stooped to pick up a white t-shirt at his door, now having a fair idea what was going on, and turned the doorknob. JD stood in the middle of his room naked, twirling his silk underwear on his finger. His bandages and stitches were gone, and he had a wide grin on his face, not to mention an enormous erection. "It's about time you got here. I was worried I'd have to handle this big guy myself." JD dropped the underwear and steeped forward, taking his clothes from Daniel and dropping them on the floor. He started pulling the other's clothes off. "I read the note. I missed you so bad I can't stand it anymore." "What did the doctor say?" Daniel asked, standing on one leg to pull his pants off, then the other. "Are you up to this?" He plopped on the bed, which JD had already pulled down, and caught him in his arms. "I don't want to hurt you or anything." "I only have a very small scar and the doctor said I'm fine." JD kissed him on the mouth, running his hands over Daniel's hard stomach and down to his crotch, feeling him start to harden as well. "Now shut up and make love, or I'll put you in the hospital. He lay on top of Daniel and covered his chest with kisses, moving into the crook of his arm and over his shoulder. Daniel ran his fingertips up JD's back and back down, stopping to cradle his ass. He pulled open a drawer in the bedside table and handed JD a bottle of lotion, then spread his legs and pulled up on his knees. JD worked the lotion onto himself, and as an after thought, lubed Daniel's rock hard member, then tossed the bottle away. He entered Daniel slowly, hunched on his knees, and then began to rub Daniel up and down, throwing in short thrusts every now and then. He slowed down on Daniel and leaned forward, laying on top of him, slowly moving in and out, kissing his face and chest. He didn't want to cum to fast, and pulled out. Sliding up a little, he straddled Daniel and guided him into his own ass, reveling in the feelings after the long stay at the hospital. Daniel pumped his hips, knowing he was getting close. He watched as JD slid off of him and began to jack him off, keeping the same slow maddening pace. He closed his eyes and groaned, sensing the building fluids at the base of his cock. He clamped down, trying to hold back, then felt JD's finger inside him. His eyes flew open, and he sprayed giant amounts of semen into the air. "Hunngh!" He grunted over and over, feeling the white fluid hit all over his chest and stomach. He sat up and grabbed JD's dick with one hand and his neck with the other, Kissing him as deep as he could and jacking him off. JD moaned against his lips and convulsed, shooting his load onto Daniel's stomach to mingle with his own. They collapsed onto the bed, JD on top still spasming. "Welcome home, asshole." Daniel breathed into his ear. JD rolled to the side and propped his head on his hand, drawing patterns on Daniel's stomach in the goo with the other. "You must be a whole lot better than you were a week ago, `cause you nearly killed me." JD chuckled, meeting his eye. "I've never been so alone in my life." He said quietly. "You could visit, but I couldn't touch you, and you couldn't touch me." He grinned sheepishly. "Well, except for one time. Anyway, it was miserable, and I'd just like to lay here for a couple of minutes, if that's ok with you." They showered together, another first full of surprises, and got ready for the party. Daniel got in his dad's truck and backed it out of the garage, driving it because JD wasn't quite up to it yet. They stopped for cokes on the way, and Daniel drove past the gas station where he'd finished the job on the cowboy, pointing out details and locations. JD shook his head in awe. "You went alone, even though those other two assholes might have been there? Were you on a suicide mission or what?" "At the time, I could've killed `em all if I'd wanted to. That prick was lucky I stopped." Daniel glanced at JD for a moment. "Why did they jump you, anyway?" "They knew Dane from school, and they saw us together Christmas shopping. They harassed us at the store, so I told them to fuck off. I thought it was going to happen right there, but the big guy just walked away. I thought it was over." "They know Dane's gay?" JD smirked. "It's not much of a secret, apparently." They arrived at the barn to find it dark and quiet. There were no cars, and even the lights in the main house were dark. "I guess were early." Daniel said nervously. They got out and walked to the door, JD in front. He tried to look through the crack into the darkness, but he couldn't see anything. JD pulled the huge door open and looked inside. "SURPRISE!" The lights came on, and everyone shouted, causing him to jump back into Daniel. They were pulled inside and disappeared into the crowd, everyone stopping to congratulate JD on being well and among them again. They danced several dances and watched several more. Finally JD took Daniel's hand and led him to a bail of hay to sit down. "I gotta rest, Danny. I'm not up to this like I usually am." Daniel looked at him, concerned. "Are you all right?" "Fine. I just need to rest for awhile." Dane wandered over with glasses of pop for each of them. "This is about the best bash we've had for a while." He held out the drinks and pulled up a bail to sit on. "There's nothing like a party for two gods, you know that?" "I wish you'd knock off with that god stuff," Daniel fingered his lightening bolt, totally unaware he was doing it. "You act like we're above most people. I don't like that." "You are, Dan. You guys are true anti-gays. You show people that it's ok to be whatever you decide, then beat the Jesus out of someone that tries to stop you!" Dane held up his arms, laughing. "You are heroes to everyone here!" "Actually, I would rather just have it drop, Dane." Daniel set down his drink and met JD's eyes. "I did what I had to do. It wasn't to be a hero." "Let `em have some fun, Danny. You're the same man I ever knew." JD said quietly, taking the other's hand briefly then releasing it. Daniel smiled and nodded, appreciating the understanding he was getting, and willing to compromise on the rest. "Okay, I guess you guys can worship us for awhile." "Oh, thank you, your lordship!" Dane wailed, falling on his knees. Daniel chuckled and pushed him over on his back. "Is that any way to treat a loyal subject, your highness?" Dane said in mock indignation. "I have half a mind to find new gods, a whole new religion!" "You have half a mind all right, I'll vouch for that." JD held out his hand and pulled Dane up. "On the other hand, being jealous gods, fuck you." The three of them laughed at that, nearly spilling the drinks. "Can I interrupt?" A tall dark haired man in his mid twenties walked up, dressed in pleated slacks and a sweater, holding a drink. Dane stood up and shook his hand, then introduced him to Daniel and JD. "Guys, this is Rick Kirkland, of Kirkland, Shales, and Raybern, the modeling business in Hampton." They stood up and shook his hand, offering him a seat. He had a handsome angular face and a good build. His voice was fairly deep. "I understand that we're lucky to have either of you here with us tonight," Rick said, holding up his cup in salute, "What with one of you a bane to the local rednecks, and the other hunting escapees, I must say I'm impressed." "You have been told stories, and the perpetrator of those stories is in deep shit." Daniel smiled, actually liking the fame to some extent. "Actually, I think Dane here has a slight case of hero worship." Rick set his cup down and patted Dane's knee reassuringly. "You should be proud of yourselves. You represent different levels of pride to different people at this gathering." Daniel felt a little charmed by the new comer, feeling himself open up a little. He put his arm behind JD, resting his hand at the small of his back. They talked for sometime, going over school and ambitions. They discussed the difficulties of alternate life styles, and how unique this group was. "What type of work do you do, Daniel?" Rick asked. "I was going to get a part time job, but my parents asked me not to so I could concentrate on swimming and finishing school. After all this happened, it didn't seem important." Daniel sipped at his cup. "I really don't know what I want to be when I grow up." He finished in mock gravity. "What about you, JD?" "I never thought about it." JD leaned back against a support beam. "I don't mean to sound like a snob, but I never really needed money, not until Danny and I kind of happened. Why?" Rick stood up, and they could almost see a change in his bearing, like he was switching mental gears. "My company handles advertising campaigns for over a hundred catalogues and newspapers from here to California. We do the spreads that you see every Sunday in the paper for a lot of the major department stores. With your good skin and hair, you'd shoot very well if you'd like to try it." "You mean like those ads for jeans and school clothes?" JD asked, intrigued. "Yes." "I never thought of being a model," Daniel said skeptically. "I always thought they wanted you to take nude pictures and stuff to get started." "We absolutely do not associate with that sort of element." Rick stated emphatically. "We work very closely with the parents of our models, and state in the contract that those types of photography are not in our interests as a business. We also offer some limited tuition for the schools in our area, and do what we can to help our employees with their education. Even our younger models, the kids that you see, are offered opportunities to go to better than average schools, and have tutors for location shoots." "Location shoots?" "Like a beach for swim wear, or a forest for camping gear, that type of thing." JD grinned his famous wolf grin. "This sounds kinda cool. What would you need from us to see if we'd work out?" "I would schedule a time to meet your families, and to go over our contract and pay scales in detail, then set up a test shoot, where we'd put you in several different types of clothing and do a series of pictures, seeing if that's what we all thought would work." "So you could see if we were photogenic?" Daniel offered, considering what had been said and feeling a bit excited. "That's right." Rick chuckled. "I've had more than one model go to the major markets from my shop. It could be a career if you apply yourself." "I think that sounds a hell of a lot better than working at the local greasy burger and trying to go to school." JD stated, standing up and extending his hand. "Mom's gonna be really glad she paid for those braces a couple of years ago." "I'll try it." Daniel also shook Rick's hand. "Sounds like a good way to buy my own car." "Good." Rick gave them each a business card. I'll make all the arrangements, and see you when we sit down with your folks." "I'm actually already eighteen, and Daniel's eighteen in April." JD said, pocketing the card. "We can sign our own contracts. At least I can." "It's still a good idea to involve your parents, until school is done anyway." Rick patted him on the shoulder. "You never know when you'll need family." "I want my folks to help me." Daniel said, standing up. "Gentlemen, I look forward to working with you." They watched Rick move back into the crowd, both unable to believe what they'd just heard. Daniel almost quivered with excitement. He felt JD's hand touch his, and closed his fingers around it. "I don't believe that." Daniel said quietly. "Did you set that up, Dane?" "I've worked for him a couple of times. It's good money guys, and it's not hard. All I had to do was stand in a big box of sand wearing their shorts and a t-shirt, and look like I was playing volley ball with this other guy." Later that night, Daniel lay on top of JD on the family room floor, staring into his emerald green eyes. Daniel's parents were playing pinochle, and wouldn't be home until after midnight, giving them the run of the house for about another hour. "I think it would be very cool to travel around with you and see the world." JD brushed Daniel's bangs back out of his eyes. "We could maybe do shoots together, and say we had to work as a team or something." Daniel rested his chin on his hands, stretched across JD's muscular chest. "I think it'll be fun, but I'm not gonna get all worked up about it." He tickled JD's bare thigh with his toes, causing the other to jump and giggle. "We don't know what to expect, so let's just take it one step at a time, okay? I'd love to travel the world with you, but right now I'll settle for having you intact and with me." He reached between their flat stomachs and gently stroked JD's hardening penis. JD ran his fingertips up Daniel's back, causing goose bumps on his arms and legs. "You're the boss, Danny. You've got a lot better business sense than I do." He pulled Daniel up and kissed him, loving the spark of a thrill that always went through him when they did. Daniel's hand on him was like candy that never ran out, and he arched and almost purred. Daniel gently spread JD's legs and entered him, moving very slowly and deliberately. He stopped when his balls touched JD, then leaned forward and resumed his work on JD's engorged dick, pumping slowly. JD groaned and arched again, trying to get as close to Daniel as possible. Daniel leaned forward and kiss him, tongue fucking his mouth while JD rubbed his nipples. Not wanting to hurry, Daniel pulled out and lay back, inviting JD in. JD ran his lips and tongue from the lightening locket to the base of his scrotum, causing more goose bumps to rise. He let JD roll him on his side, which was rapidly becoming a favorite position, and felt him enter. Daniel tensed briefly, feeling JD's head penetrate his sphincter, then relaxed as the rest slid in. He felt the warmth spread through his crotch and abdomen like it always did, and JD's arm snaked around his middle to grasp his very hard erection. Their rhythm started slowly, but gained momentum. Daniel struggled to hold off his orgasm, trying like they always did to cum together. He could feel JD's cock begin to throb, and he was unable to stop. Aaaagh!" JD grunted in Daniel's ear, shooting a massive load. He held tightly to Daniel, desperately trying to keep pumping. Daniel arched, nearly pulling away, then fell back, causing JD to go in as deep as he'd ever gone. He saw sparks and blew another massive amount into Daniel. Daniel came like a freight train, shooting white globs six feet across the floor, completely off the blanket they'd put down. He pulsed and pulsed, draining every ounce of energy he thought he'd ever have, overcome by ecstasy. They stayed that way for many minutes, both still feeling a tremor run through their bodies. It was some time before either spoke, breathing hard and sweating like horses. JD pulled out and away, hearing the sticky peeling sounds between them. "Dude, we are a mess." He said, standing up to get a washcloth for the carpet. He pulled Daniel up and embraced him. "I can't figure out how you make me come so hard, but you do." "Raw fucking talent." Daniel smirked and kissed him. "Let's hurry and clean up. Hopefully we have time for a shower." He padded out of the room. JD rolled up the blanket and threw it in the washer and started it. Daniel touched a cold can of coke to his ass, causing him to jump. They scrubbed the spots up, put away the cleaning things, then took a fairly long shower together, spent, but enjoying the roaming hands and the lather. Daniel's parents found them asleep in front of the TV, Daniel sprawled all over the recliner, and JD on the floor. They through blankets over the boys and went to bed.