A New Dream

Danny's POV:

"Oh, my god, what?!" I squeaked.

"I know," Rachel said, biting her lip and looking down. We were both sitting on my bed and she started playing with the edge of the covers in her hand. She was nervous. "I didn't mean for it to happen, it just... did."

I didn't know what to say. Right after Jake had dropped me off, I went to my room to change into my own clothes when Rachel knocked at my door. She'd come straight here after getting home from school to drop a bombshell on me.

"I mean, are you sure?" I asked.

She gave me a stern face. "Danny, how could I not be sure? I woke up naked next to him!"

She'd just told me she'd had sex with our friend Mike the previous night. They'd both been drunk and she'd woken up in his bed, naked, but she left before he woke up.

It wasn't just bad because they were both in our close group of friends and things were sure to get awkward, but Rachel was a virgin. Or she used to be.

"Oh my god," I whispered, "Rach, I'm so sorry." She teared up, and I hugged her. "But I mean, are you really sure? Do you remember having sex with him?"

"No," she whispered. "But I was in his bed, naked, and I checked -- he was naked too. Besides, you know Mike, he'll flirt with anyone when he's drunk, and I do remember flirting back at him at the party, but it was just fun and harmless, we were just friends having fun, but... I don't know what happened next. You know I never drink, and I was pretty drunk last night."

We were silent for a few seconds, with me just holding her and stroking her hair.

"I do remember kissing him, though," she said.

"Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?" I asked.

"I don't know, it's all fuzzy... but it was all consensual. He didn't rape me if that's what you're asking."

I let out a relieved chuckle. "Sorry, I just... I don't understand why you'd do it, even if you were drunk -- we'd made a pact."

Years ago, when we were in our early teens, Rachel and I had agreed that we wouldn't rush into losing our virginities like most teenagers do -- we agreed to wait for it to be with someone special.

I felt her shrug her shoulders in my arms. "I don't know. I mean, you have Jake, and I am so, so happy for you guys, but I can't help but want to have something like that myself. I guess that's why it happened with Mike. We've been friends since freshman year, and... I don't know, it seems similar to what you guys have. I guess I wanted to catch up to you." We both chuckled. "I just wish I remembered it."

She pulled back and we held hands. "I'm sorry, Rach," I said, sympathetically.

"It's okay," she said, wiping her face and her smudged make-up. "I'll get over it. I'm not the first and I won't be the last girl who regrets how she lost her virginity, right?"

I nodded. "I guess." There was an awkward pause. "Hold on a second," I said, "you guys were together this morning, when Jake and I left -- the whole group was together. How was that not awkward between you two?"

Rachel shrugged. "I left before he woke up this morning. When I got to school, he was talking to Sam about how he had a hangover or whatever. Then I said hi to them and the girls and he acted all normal, like nothing out of the usual happened. I don't think he remembers."

"And that doesn't bother you?" I asked. That probably wasn't a helpful question.

"Danny," she said, "I don't remember it either. I guess it's for the best. This way it won't become a thing, and we can keep being friends. If we talked about it, it would be so awkward and I know I would cry, and him and I would have this big fight, the group would split up -- it would be him and the guys, Jake included, and me and the girls, you included cause you're my best friend, and... it would be terrible. I'm just gonna pretend it didn't happen."

She looked so sad.

"I'm so sorry Rachel. I'm glad you told me about it, though. You don't have to go through this alone."

She was gonna say thank you, but no words came out, and she hugged me again.

After a little while, she pulled back again, and I realized something.

"That's why you didn't want to tell Jake, isn't it?" I asked. "Because Mike is his best friend?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I love Jake, and I know our friendship is strong, I mean, you probably don't know this, but every time he got really frustrated or upset about something that had to do with you, he'd come to me, but still... Mike is his best friend. Jake is a guy's guy, he needs his guy friends, and they play football together and everything. If I asked him to pick a side with me it would make things so hard for him with the team, and in the locker room and everything, you know?"

I nodded. "You've really thought a lot about this, haven't you?"

"I haven't thought about anything else all day." There was another pause. "Anyway," she said, "tell me about last night with Jake. How was it? Was it amazing?"

I smiled, I couldn't help myself. "It was."

"Oh, come on!" she pushed, smiling. "Spill it! I wanna know everything!"

I hesitated. "Rach, you know, I realized after last night that a few things are just too private. That's just between me and Jake. It was perfect, I'll tell you that, but I don't wanna go into details here. It's personal, you know?"

She pursed her lips. "Yeah... I guess you're right. It's just weird, you know? I always imagined us talking about this -- you telling me about your first time, me telling you about mine. It was never like this in my mind, though."

I sighed.

"Fine!" Her face light up with a smile. I guess she needed it in that moment. "I'll tell you this one time because I feel like I'll explode if I don't tell someone how perfect it was, but that's it alright? After today that's just between me and Jake."

"Of course," she said. "I'll never ask again. Now spill!"

*

Jake's POV:

I was standing in the middle of my bedroom, pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do with myself. I had so much pent-up energy I needed to let it out. I thought about going for a run, or going to the backyard where I had my workout equipment and let it out that way, but it didn't feel right. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I was so happy.

The previous night and that morning had been the very best in my entire life. I'd not only heard Danny's beautiful voice saying 'I love you,' I'd actually made love to him. Repeatedly.

He was my boyfriend. My mind still couldn't process it -- it hadn't become real to me yet. Danny Morrison was mine, and I had the sheets on my bed to prove it.

I stripped the bed and went to take the sheets into the laundry bin to wash later on. Then I went and sat down on my bed.

Suddenly, I remembered all the drawings I'd made of him, so I went to my dresser and opened the drawer I kept them all in.

I saw all the poses I'd imagined him in, and all the things I could only fantasize about him doing with me, and I realized how wrong I'd been. All the things I'd made up in my mind, all the sensations and feelings I thought would come from being with him -- being inside him, came up short compared to the real thing. I'd had sex before, many, many times, but it had never been as amazing as it was with Danny.

He was the best not only because of his beauty, his grace, his charm and his elegance, but because he wanted to be my best. He didn't need to tell me that, we had a way of communicating without words. In the three years, almost four now, that we'd been friends I got to really know him, inside and out, spiritually talking, and now physically too. I knew everything about him. I knew his feelings, I knew his soul, and they matched mine.

I was disgusted by my drawings then. They were so... pornographic.

The way I imagined his face when he would suck my dick in my fantasies was lustful, but in no way compared to the innocence, vulnerability and love he actually showed me when he made love to my penis the past few days. The way he arched his back and looked back at me in my drawings as the dick I drew fucked into him was nothing in comparison to the beauty of watching his back muscles undulating and his beautiful smooth round butt cheeks flexing as he pushed back to get more of me inside of him.

The big swollen balloons I'd drawn as his ass had nothing on the actual sight of his butt cheeks, not too round, not too hard or soft, just the right amount of fat and muscle mixed to get the right consistency -- hard and bouncy but still a little jiggly when my pelvis smacked against it.

Sex with Danny was love, it was art, it was a joining of our souls -- it wasn't a bunch of lines forming a dirty sketch that didn't reflect the essence of our union.

I picked out all the drawings I'd made of us fucking and put them in a pile on my mattress to throw out later (after I showed them to him of course, 'cause I'd promised him I would). Then I saw the ones where I'd drawn us kissing -- clothed, or holding hands, and the one I'd done of us standing in front of the lake at sunset. I'd drawn us from the back, so you could only see the silhouettes, and Danny was resting his head on my shoulder. I put those in a pile to keep.

Then I came to the last pile, which was actually the biggest. They were drawings I'd made of Danny's face. They were actually good. They were the ones I spent most of my time on. Every time I laid in bed at night, restless, thinking about my beautiful angel I thought could never be mine, I'd think of his face, and I'd draw him smiling, imagining how he would look with love for me in his eyes.

I liked the drawings, but again, they couldn't compare to actually seeing Danny looking at me the way he had since the previous night.

I realized just thinking about him I had a raging hard-on, so I threw all the piles of drawings back in the dresser and laid down in the middle of the bed with my pants around my ankles.

As I started stroking my dick up and down, remembering the feel of sliding in and out of Danny's pretty, smooth pink hole, I thought back to the previous friday, when I'd been in the same position, laying in my bed jerking off to thoughts of my baby after I'd kissed him for the first time.

Things had changed a lot in the last seven days, and I realized I'd been right that first night -- he really did make those beautiful moaning and whimpering noises when we did things other than kiss. I would never be able to forget how sweet and fulfilling it was to hear his moans of pleasure as I rimmed him for the first time.

Danny's butt had been the center of my fantasies for years, ever since I first met him, and to actually have my face between those magnificent cheeks and to have the honor of licking and kissing his beautiful sphincter had been a religious experience. I'm surprised I didn't come right then, but then again, I'd had my dick sliding into that very hole to look forward to.

I remember watching him sprinting for the school team with all the grace and skill he has, admiring his gorgeous shapely body and wondering if there was more than his legs that he kept smooth. It certainly wasn't necessary for running to shave your butt, let alone the hole in between the cheeks, but I'd always had a feeling that he would. I was right, but it was so much more beautiful than I ever imagined.

I'd fucked guys who were hairy before, and there's certainly something about a hole with a bit of fur around it that's very attractive, but it wouldn't suit Danny. There's nothing girly about him, but he certainly isn't like a big, burly man. He's pretty, he's smooth, and I love him that way.

I was beating my meat like crazy by that point -- thinking about my baby's butt always did it for me -- and I came all over myself, painting my stomach with a huge load. I wished Danny would've been there to lick me clean, but he wasn't so I had to go to the bathroom and wash myself, or else it would dry off sticking to the hair on my stomach, and that's never fun.

It felt weird to jerk off after actually feeling Danny wrapped around my dick, but at least I knew I'd get to feel and fill him again tonight after the little party his mom planned.

That woman was so sweet, I swear I loved her almost as much as my own mother. I'm sure that's where Danny gets his charm. And his dad is pretty cool too. I wished my dad had been like him, instead of running out on my mom, my brother and I the way that he did.

Oh, well.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:00pm. Danny said 6:00pm, so I still had two hours to kill.

I pulled out my drawings again -- only the clean ones -- and looked at them for a while, before taking out my drawing pencils and starting a new one. I thought about how beautiful Danny looked when we woke up that morning and I got to work drawing my angel.

*

An hour and forty-five minutes later, I looked at my drawing and smiled, very pleased with the outcome. I was actually surprised I finished it so quickly and even colored it, but I was inspired.

The drawing ended up being Danny's face, neck and shoulders, with a halo of light around his head streaming through his golden-brown wavy locks. His eyes were slightly hooded with a hint of a smile, and I captured the sweetness of it pretty damn well too, if I do say so myself.

Then I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost time to go to Danny's place, so I quickly changed my clothes into something more festive (a button-up shirt and dark jeans) and said bye to my mom before leaving. I'd asked her if she wanted to go with me over to Danny's, since it was kind of like a party and his parents would be there, but she declined, saying she needed to rest for a little bit 'cause she had a night shift.

Right before I left though, I decided the drawing was gonna be my one-week anniversary gift to Danny, so I took an old framed picture of me playing football back when I first started in middle school, took out the picture and put the drawing into the frame.

I hoped Danny would like it.

I left with the picture frame in hand and decided to walk, since it was only five blocks away, and when I got to the front door and was about to knock, Danny opened the door with a big smile on his beautiful face. I hid the picture behind my back.

"Hey!" he said, and leaned in for a kiss. I kissed him, a long, deep kiss, and when we parted with a pop we were both smiling.

"Hey," I said. "Were you waiting for me by the window?" I asked, already knowing he had.

He blushed. "Maybe." I chuckled.

"You're so damn cute," I told him and couldn't help but kiss him again, this time a quick peck on the lips.

"What do you have there?" he asked, pointing to my back.

"This," I said, retrieving the picture from behind me, "is you. I drew you from this morning. I remember you said you liked my drawings, so I thought I'd give you one for our anniversary."

He chuckled. We were both very aware of how corny it was to have a one-week anniversary but we were young and in love, and there's nothing wrong with being corny. Then I handed him the picture, and as soon as he saw it, his smile disappeared and his eyes went wide.

"Oh my god," he whispered. "Jake, this is amazing!" He stared at it a few more seconds, and then he threw himself at me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Thank you, I love it so much!"

I wrapped my arms around his back and squeezed him hard. "I'm glad, my angel," I whispered into his hair. Then we heard Danny's mom coming towards us.

"Danny, who's at the door? Why don't you come in?" Then she saw us and stopped. "What's going on?" she asked, aware that she was interrupting something.

"Mom!" Danny excitedly said, untangling himself from me and shoving the picture into his mom's face. "Look what Jake got me! He made it. Isn't he good?" He seemed so proud of me I almost teared up. Almost. I wasn't about to cry in front of his mom.

"My God!" she exclaimed, much like Danny had. "This is so good!" Then she looked up at me with admiration in her eyes. "Jake, I had no idea you were hiding this talent from us!"

I laughed. "Please," I said coyly, "it's just a drawing."

"Come on now, young man," she said in that patronizing tone only moms can manage, "don't sell yourself short here, this is very good. Have you ever thought of going to art school?"

Thankfully, Danny's dad came out to the door with all of us and avoided me having to answer. "What's all the fuzz about?" he asked. "Why is everybody out here?" Rachel, not wanting to miss the action, poked her head out from behind him. Then his wife proceeded to show him the picture.

He looked at it for a few seconds and then gave me an appreciative nod. "This is really good," he simply said.

"Come on, Jerry," Danny's mom urged him, "don't be so dry. What do you think, isn't it good? I was telling him he should think about art school."

"Abby," he said (her name was Abigail but he called her Abby) "I said it was good, and he should do whatever he wants. Personally, I think he should play football. He's so good at it, he could even be pro."

I blushed some more. "Thank you. Both of you -- you're too kind."

"Come on," he said, ushering his wife, his son and myself into the house, "stop embarrassing the kid and get inside. I want a piece of that cake."

We all laughed, and I wondered at his casual way of showing affection. My mom was very affectionate and told me and my brother how much she loved us all the time, but to see this man of few words express his appreciation and awe in such a short, efficient way, was a novelty for me, and I couldn't help but wonder if my dad would've been like that to me if he hadn't left.

Rachel, having been the only one that didn't see the picture, pulled it out of his hands. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. I chuckled.

*

The evening was very pleasant. We had cake, which was amazing. Everything Danny's mom made was amazing. Don't get me wrong, I love what my mom cooks, but she's usually at work, and Danny's mom -- being a full-time housewife -- had more time to practice. Afterwards, we talked some, mostly Rachel telling Danny's parents how she always knew we were meant for each other, then Danny's mom made us take pictures, some of us three -- Danny, Rachel and myself -- or Danny and me, or us two and her while Rachel took the picture. Even some of us and Danny's parents -- it was a whole spectacle.

Then at about 8pm, I got a text from Mike, saying him and the guys were at 'the spot' and asking if we were almost there. I frowned, confused.

"What is it, honey?" Danny's mom asked me. We were all sitting in the living room watching some old movie.

"I just got a strange text," I said.

"From Mike?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah. He says he's at our spot and he's asking if we're almost there."

"Yeah," Rachel said, "When Danny told me about the celebration, I thought to get everyone together and go hangout, you know, to celebrate you guys. I hope you don't mind," she said to Danny's parents.

"Of course not," his dad said. "I was actually thinking of turning in for the night, but you guys go. Have fun."

"Oh my god, dad," Danny chuckled, cuddled up to my side on the couch, "it's only eight. You're turning into such an old man." He said it light-heartedly, and his dad chuckled.

"Well, son," he said, getting up from the couch, "don't judge until you get to my age."

Danny's parents were kind of old to have a teen-aged son -- his dad was 58 and his mom was 57. Danny told me their story when we first became friends -- they were both so focused on their careers when they were younger they didn't get married until their early thirties, and when they started trying to have a baby they were in their mid-thirties, and his mom had a lot of problems trying to get pregnant. They did fertility treatment for a while, but it never worked, and she had two miscarriages, so they gave up on the idea of ever having a baby, but when she was 38, after having stopped fertility treatment, she got pregnant with him naturally, and his parents called him a miracle baby. As soon as she found out, Abby Morrison quit her job and dedicated herself to taking care of the house and her unborn baby, and Jerry became the head of the household.