Jake's POV:
The night of the bonfire, right after I dropped Danny off at his house, I drove straight to mine and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and I saw all the lights were off, which meant my mom was asleep.
I quickly but silently went up the stairs, into my room and closed the door behind me. I started taking my clothes off, leaving just my underwear on, and I flopped down on the bed.
I thought I would go to sleep right away, since I was really tired from the match just a few hours earlier and then partying for a few hours, but I found I couldn't get my mind to settle down. I couldn't stop thinking about Danny. I couldn't stop thinking of the way his lips felt against mine, how his tongue felt in my mouth, how it felt to caress his soft skin... his firm round butt.
Dammit, I couldn't help it.
I pushed down the waistband on my briefs and hooked them under my balls, leaving my already hard and dripping cock sticking up into the air.
As I grabbed my 9-inch boner, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Danny's hand squeezing it, jacking it slowly up and down.
When we kissed, it did surprise me how aggressive he was being, ravishing my mouth with his tongue, but it was the most wonderful surprise, knowing that I could make him that way, and what was even hotter were the sounds he made. He was moaning the whole time, and I knew I could come from just listening to him, and I was getting really close as I stroked my dick with short fast strokes now, wondering if he would make those sexy sounds when we did other things.
That thought proved too much for me, and I came all over my hand and chest with an intensity I could only achieve when I thought about my Danny.
As I laid there in my bed enjoying my post-orgasmic bliss, I realized that Danny was indeed mine now, and I got the sudden urge to let the world know, so I pulled out a box of tissues I kept in my nightstand and wiped myself off before getting up and getting my laptop.
Once I settled back in bed, underwear re-adjusted and computer in my lap, I logged on to Facebook and went to my profile. Without even thinking twice, I went to my relationship status and changed it to 'In a Relationship,' but once it asked me with whom, I did stop and wonder if Danny would be okay with this.
I decided against it, so I just left it at that and sent an inbox to Danny telling him what I did and went to bed.
*
The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. I texted Danny to remind him about our date and went into the shower.
Once I was dry and dressed, I went down the stairs and found my mom making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Good morning mom," I said as I walked past her and kissed her cheek, before going to the fridge and taking out the juice.
"Good morning," she said in an amused tone. "You seem to be in a good mood today."
"I am," I said with a smile and chugged the juice.
"Jake," my mom whined. "Get a glass."
"Sorry," I said as I wiped my mouth with the back of my arm. I took out two glasses from the cabinet and went to sit down on the breakfast table. "You wanna know why I'm happy?" I asked her as I poured juice for both of us.
"Sure honey," she said in a happy tone.
"Well," I said. "Last night... I got a boyfriend."
My mom stopped scrambling the eggs on the skillet and turned her attention to me. "You what?" she asked with a blank expression.
"I got a boyfriend," I repeated.
"But what about Danny?"
My mom knew I was gay. She had raised me on her own, since she got pregnant with her high school boyfriend who dumped her after giving her two kids, and I told her everything.
It had been hard at first, being raised by a single mother and an older brother, and hiding a secret I felt I couldn't tell anyone, but once I figured out my feelings for Danny sophomore year, I came out to him and then later my mom and brother that same day. I guess you could say she took it well, since she didn't yell at me or cry or tell me to get out of her house, but it was still hard. She just sat there in the kitchen chair where I blurted it out right after dinner and didn't say anything at all for about five minutes. She wouldn't look at me either.
After that, she just stood up, walked over to me, gave me a hug and told me to go to bed, and we would talk about it later. My brother, who was two years older than me, was surprisingly accepting.
Those first few days after I told her were horrible, neither one of us knowing what to say, but once we got past that, everything was amazing. She got used to the idea and she became my best friend, though I wouldn't say that to Rachel, 'cause for some strange reason, she wanted to be mine and Danny's only best friend. Anyway, my mom and I talked about everything by this point, and I had told her how I felt about Danny, which was why she was confused that I had gotten a boyfriend.
"What about him?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Don't be a smartass," she said, pointing at me with her spatula, and I just laughed.
"Mom," I said with a wide grin. "Danny
is
my boyfriend." Her eyes widened and she lowered the spatula. "Well," I said. "Do you have anything to say to that?"
"Jake, are you being serious?" she asked.
"Yes, mom," I said. "It just happened. Last night. I asked and he said yes."
She left the stove and she came and sat next to me.
"Oh my god, Jake, baby, I'm so happy for you!" She took me in her arms and held me really tight.
"Mom," I said. "The eggs are gonna burn."
"Screw the eggs," she said, "my son has a boyfriend!" We both laughed.
An hour later, once I had told her every single detail about the previous night (except for the aggressive boner I got kissing Danny, and what I'm sure was his own boner I felt against my hip) and my impending first date with Danny, my mom had to toss out the burnt eggs she had forgotten about and made breakfast again.
Once we ate and she had asked all the questions she could think of, we started cleaning.
Being a single parent, my mom worked her ass off during the week as a manager of our local supermarket, so I tried to help out as much as I could, keeping the house clean, since with my brother being 20 and in college, it was mostly just me around the house most of the time, but on Saturday me and my mom both did things like laundry that I didn't do during the week.
My mom never went to college, she barely finished high school before my brother Aaron was born, so she didn't have a degree, and she ended up working for the supermarket, starting at the bottom, but now, 20 years later, she was the manager. She was doing well now, not struggling to make ends meet anymore, but it certainly helped that my brother and I had always tried to help her, getting jobs during the summer so we'd have our own money to pay for our own things.
My brother Aaron was working himself through college, so now my mom was doing better financially, but it still never felt right to me to ask her for money unless it was strictly necessary, she had already done so much for me and my brother, so I usually paid for my own things.
That Saturday morning, after finishing all the cleaning work, my mom and I just sat there watching TV on the couch, and I kept telling her about Danny, I'm sure, with a dopey look on my face, and she just smiled and nodded at me.
When I was done talking, I was still smiling, thinking about Danny, and my mom looked at me with a curious expression.
"Are you gonna tell him how you feel?" she asked.
She knew I loved him. I had told her so in tears one night when I found out he had started dating Steven. I never, ever, cried, so when she saw me crying over him, she knew I really loved him.
