Danny

Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on a gay erotic story site, so you ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex, as well as some light bondage. I hope that it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff due to your age or other legal reasons, please don't. This is fiction. The characters are figments of my imagination, not based on any real person. Fantasies don't need protection. Real life does. Play it safe. Otherwise, Enjoy. Mikey

Rescuing Carlos:

A week later, Horace summoned him into the office early in the afternoon. "Your friend Carlos is in the hospital detox ward. Warrants are out for Mack and the man you knew as Jones. You have an interview with the investigators this afternoon. Don't worry about telling the truth. My very well paid lawyers have gotten you witness immunity in return for your testimony. Carlos also. After your interview, James will take you to the hospital to see your friend. When he is released, we will bring him here and decide what to do then. Do you have any questions, Danny?"

Danny swallowed, and tried to straighten out everything in his head. "Carlos is bad, sir?" he finally asked.

"No, just a slight overdose and a lot of bruises. He'll be all right soon. Apparently, he was not cooperating with them. But before they got too far, the police broke up their little party. His lack of cooperation with the blackmailers really helps his case."

Danny sighed in relief. 'Carlos will be okay.' "Thank you, sir."

"Danny, I would like to see you tonight after dinner."

Danny flushed, remembering what had happened last time his boss took him. He stammered out, "Yes sir. I'll be ready this time. I won't forget anything." He had just finished working off the punishment laps a day before. They had been in addition to the regular workouts and his arms had ached all week.

Almost as badly as his cock had. Neither James nor Jose had done anything, but tease him all week. A kiss here, a quick grope, the brush of body to body. But no sex. It wasn't fair.

Horace may strap him tonight, but at least he knew that he'd get a good fucking out of it. His eyes lit up with excitement. He blushed harder when James chuckled knowingly.

Both James and Horace smiled at the flustered young man. Horace waved a hand at the door in dismissal. "I know you will. Now go take care of business and visit your friend. I will see you at eight."

Danny watched the battered figure as Carlos slept in the sterile white room. Black and blue bruises spread across the sleeping man's face. His nose was taped and one arm was wrapped in bandages. But he was breathing easily now.

Carlos opened his eyes slowly. The room was blurred and moved slightly around him. There was a ghost leaning over him. He whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry, Danny."

The ghost started and it's eyes sharpened. "Carlos? Hey man, how're you feeling?"

Carlos swallowed. His throat was dry and hurt. "Thirsty."

A straw slid between his battered lips. He sucked in the cold liquid and swallowed eagerly. His eyes began to focus. Danny swam into view. 'Funny, he doesn't look dead.' Carlos thought vaguely.

His thoughts sharpened. His hand came up to cup the smooth cheek. It felt real.

"Danny?" he asked incredulously. "They said you were gone. Mack told me you got taken care of. That you were causing trouble, and they dumped you."

Danny shook his head. "No. I'm fine. I wouldn't have left you, but Mack was gonna get rid of me anyway. I heard him. So I ran away."

Carlos smiled wearily, relaxing back against the bed. "When you were gone, it didn't matter anymore. I didn't cooperate with them. That's when they started getting rougher. I was glad you weren't there. Either dead or just gone, they couldn't hurt you any more."

Danny touched his friend's cheek gently. "I was trying to get enough money to get you out. So we could get away. Someone found me and helped us. I promised that we would tell the cops what Mack and Jones did."

Carlos frowned. "You blabbed?"

Danny shook his head. "No. I never was one of Mack's whores. And after what he did to you, I didn't owe him nothing. You don't either. If you back me up, he will go away and not hurt us or anyone else."

Carlos stared for a moment, then closed his eyes and nodded. "Okay, Danny. If you're sure."

Danny leaned forward. "Thanks, Carlos. I'm glad you're okay." He petted the short dark hair softly as his oldest friend dozed off again. It was three days before Carlos got out of the hospital.

Horace looked at the uncomfortable young man standing beside Danny. "You are welcome to visit us for a while, Carlos. Joe has your info. If you have to testify, they will know where to find you."

Carlos looked at him hesitantly. He wasn't used to charity. "Thank you, sir. I talked to the cop, Joe. He suggested that I do something like join the army and get as far from this city as possible. There's nothing for me here. He took me to the recruiter's office today. I leave first thing next week. If you don't mind me staying 'til then?"

Horace shook his head. "Not at all. Danny will enjoy your visit."

Carlos turned to his young friend. "Danny, come with me. We can go to basic training and get stationed together. You're in good shape. You'd enjoy it."

But before he was done speaking, Danny was shaking his head. "I can't, Carlos. I already checked when Joe told James and me what you were doing. You have to be a high-school graduate. I only went to high school for five days. Just long enough for some of the jocks to recognize me from the streets and decide they wanted their own personal little cocksucker. I walked out at lunch and never went back. I'm staying here."

Carlos looked like he wanted to argue. But he recognized the expression on Danny's face and swallowed his remarks. He knew that stubborn expression. Danny would not change his mind. He sighed. "Okay. But you gotta write to me."

Danny agreed.

That night Carlos lay awake in the comfortable bed in the guest room. He stared at the ceiling and tried not to remember the past month. He couldn't sleep.

The door to his room creaked slightly as it opened. Habit made Carlos tense and ready himself. Then he relaxed. He recognized the silhouette in the light from the hallway. It was Danny.

Danny slipped up to the figure on the bed. He stopped just out of reach and spoke softly. "Carlos? You awake?"

Carlos sat up. "Yeah. What's up?"

Danny fidgeted. "Couldn't sleep."

Carlos knew what his friend wanted. He thought about it for a moment. Although they had never slept together before Mack trapped them, they had not slept alone since, until Danny disappeared. And during that month, the two boys had become very familiar with each other's bodies. They knew each other in every physical way possible.

He smiled, a white flash of teeth in the moonlight. He pulled back the corner of the sheet in an unspoken invitation. Without a word, Danny slipped beneath the cover and cuddled up against his large, warm body. Carlos wrapped his arm around his only friend and pulled him close. Danny's hair was still damp from his shower.

Carlos could feel the silky shorts Danny wore against his naked flesh. His cock stirred in memory of Danny and some of the things they had done together. But then he had been drugged. Now he wanted to know what it was like clean and sober. He ran a finger around the elastic waist and murmured softly, "You're wearing too many clothes."

Danny started. He had not expected this from Carlos. He had just wanted to be held for a while. Horace had taken him very roughly tonight, and his back and ass ached. Carlos had been reluctant every time they were forced to touch each other by Mack or Jones. "You sure?" he asked in surprise. He was willing, anytime with Carlos. Just surprised.

Carlos bent his head and began to kiss his friend. "Yeah." Both large hands went to the waist of Danny's shorts and eased them off. Then he cupped the tight ass in his palms and pulled Danny against his groin, rubbing their cocks lightly against each other.

Danny sighed happily and spread his legs enough for Carlos to roll between them. He could feel the heavy weight of Carlos' erect cock lying on his own arousal. He pressed gently into the other's groin.

Carlos reached between Danny's legs and began to stroke his balls and hole. He slid one finger into the familiar ass. In and out. Then a second. Danny did not take long to get ready. He stretched to the little nightstand and pulled out a tiny package, tearing it open and rolling it down Carlos's erect cock quickly and easily. Carlos grabbed his cock and pointed at the entrance. He pushed slowly, but steadily.

His cock slid into the hot moist canal and began to stroke. Deep, firm lunges that had Danny writhing and gasping beneath him. Danny wrapped his legs around Carlos' waist and braced his hands on the hard chest looming over him.

Carlos fucked him steadily. Driving out the vague nightmares of drugged intercourse. Replacing the flawed memories with clear sharp feelings of pleasure. He dipped his head and began to kiss his friend. Nibbling bites and sucking on cheek, ear, mouth, neck, and chest.

Danny was aroused very quickly. Carlos' weight pressed his sore back into the sheets. His big hands unknowingly squeezed the welted cheeks tightly with each lunge. Every thrust of his big cock further rasped against the well-used rim of Danny's hole. The pain was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure.

But Danny was learning to associate pain with sex and ecstasy. Horace had been carefully guiding him. So now, Carlos never knew how much he was hurting his friend. He would have been horrified to find out. But Danny embraced the burning and savored it along with the pulsing pleasure of his orgasm.

Carlos felt Danny stiffen beneath him and the catch in his breath. Then the warm spurt of cum along their stomachs. He smiled. Danny was as quiet as always. It had always sounded so fake when Jones had tried to make Danny grunt and groan for the films. Danny had resisted making any noise until the man had given up. The silent pleasure, the closed eyes and opened mouth ready for his tongue. This was the real Danny that he wanted.

He smiled and swooped down on the parted lips. He drove his tongue in and out of the warm mouth at the same time as his ass flexed and drove his cock in and out at the other end of his friend. Soon he groaned and froze, feeling the pump of his cum inside Danny's warm bowels.

He sighed and collapsed on the slighter boy. Danny wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck and snuggled into his strong arms. They slowly kissed. Then Carlos rolled off of him and his breathing slowed and deepened. He lethargically pulled off the condom and tied it in a knot, dropping it beside the bed, before sagging back and beginning to breathe deeply and evenly.

Danny opened his eyes and looked at his friend. He had secretly wanted Carlos to fuck him like this, holding and kissing, for years now. Always before, the older boy had resisted, just using him quickly and impersonally when the urge grew too strong. Finally, Carlos made love to him, instead of just fucking him because his ass was available.

He smiled tentatively. "Thanks, Carlos," he whispered softly to his sleeping friend. "I love you." He curled up into the bigger boy's arms.

Carlos did not move. He knew Danny thought he was asleep. He did not want to have to reply. Carlos did not love Danny that way. Just a few weeks ago he would have been outraged by the fag talk, as he would have called it. Then he would have just fucked Danny's ass from behind, so he wouldn't have to see his face. He never would have kissed the other boy.

He lay there with his only friend in his arms and thought about what had changed. He had learned who his real friend was. But he knew that he did not love Danny, not that way. Not as a lover. Danny was his only friend, and he enjoyed fucking the lithe young body, but that was all.

He sighed and shifted slightly, not disturbing Danny's sleep. He knew he was leaving soon. Danny had a life here now. He was safe. It was time for him to move on. But they could enjoy each other's bodies and still be friends. He slept.

"Come on, Jose, Danny. Break it up and go get dressed. We're going out tonight." James paused to admire the cute bare ass bent over the edge of the pool.

Danny was gasping for breath, leaning on his arms at the edge of the pool. He had been doing laps again. Sometime during his swim, Jose had yanked his suit off. He did that fairly frequently. He enjoyed watching Danny's bare body.

Jose was bare also. He stood behind Danny, spreading his cheeks and fully intending to take advantage of the younger man's exhaustion. His cock stood straight out above his shaven balls. He was halfway into Danny's ass when James spoke. He grinned at his supervisor.

"Come join us, amigo."

James did not argue. He just grinned and pulled off his running shorts, then dived smoothly into the pool. He came up behind Jose with his tongue already out.

Jose squirmed and laughed as the big man blew bubbles up into his spread crotch. James lifted him and impaled him on a hard cock, bouncing the other guard on his shaft. Danny rolled over and grabbed Jose's flopping cock, stroking it as James fucked him.

"I meant for us to fuck Danny," Jose gasped out between thrusts.

James grinned. "You said come join you. I am now joined with you. And so is Danny. You want us to stop?"

"No, no. Keep right on. I do not want to spoil your fun."

He stopped talking as Danny turned around, holding his cheeks open, and James shoved Jose into the spread and ready ass. They slammed Jose between them, until he cried out and came into Danny. Then James was in the middle, mounting Jose and being fucked by Danny. Afterwards, they all showered together, dressed, and left for an evening out.

As they pulled up at the bar, The Bear's Den, Danny hesitated. He knew this place. Even worse, they knew him here. He used to trick out of this bar. He didn't know how James or Jose would react to the greeting he would probably get. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked worriedly at James.

"Sir. I don't think I should go in with you."

James raised an eyebrow. "You're eighteen now. You can come in. You just get to drink soda, since you're driving home."

Danny shook his head, looking down at the asphalt. "No sir, it's not that. I used to come here all the time. Someone will recognize me."

Jose shrugged. "So? That guy, Mack, is gone now. No one is looking for you any more."

Danny frowned and opened his mouth. James overrode his objections.

"That's enough. We'll deal with it. No one is going to harass you with me and Jose here also."

Danny reluctantly followed them. They entered the bar. It was a rather rough bar. Danny knew most of the patrons were gay. Otherwise he would not have picked up johns here. He hoped there would not be any trouble. But he did have some friends here.

As he entered, the bartender saw him. His face lit up. "Hey, Danny. Long time no see. I heard you were off the streets."

Danny grinned, "Hi Rodrigo." He started towards the bar. He liked the barkeep. Rodrigo used to slip him a twenty to blow him behind the bar. Then he'd feed him for no charge. Danny did not get any further before he was engulfed by a rug.

A very large and furry rug. Long hair met shaggy brows, merged into a full mustache and beard, then flowed into a chest a bear would envy. Danny's slim body disappeared into the embrace of the bar's owner.

By the time Danny wiggled free breathlessly, his shirt was loose and his jeans unfastened. Bear frowned at him as the laughing young man started to zip back up.

"What're you doing, Danny?" he asked in a disappointed tone. "You didn't come to see me? You got a john already?"

Danny shook his head. Bear grinned. At least, James assumed the flash of teeth in the bush was a grin. "Good. Then you come upstairs with me." He reached for Danny again.

Danny fended him off with a smile. "No, Bear. I can't. I'm not hustling anymore. I promised my patron."

Bear hunched his shoulders and peered through the fur at the slim boy. "You out of the trade? He ain't pimping you none, is he?"

"Yeah, I'm out. He's not on the streets at all. Just a business man."

A sigh shook the fur. "Pity. Don't suppose you want to celebrate just for old times sake?"

Danny shook his head with a grin. "Gave my word, Bear."

Bear grumbled, "Hell. I guess it's for the best. Word was out you were scrap for a while. Then Mack left real sudden-like and word was gone again. What happened to your bodyguard? The big kid you used to hang with?"

Danny grinned. "Carlos is in the army now."

Bear and Rodrigo laughed. "Pity the army. Come on, boy. I'll spring for one on the house."

While Danny visited with Rodrigo and Bear, Jose sauntered up. "Hey Danny, who're your friends?" he asked curiously.

"Jose, Bear and Rodrigo. Jose works with me." Danny explained.

Bear eyed Jose knowingly. "He a friend, Danny?"

Danny grinned. He knew what Bear was really asking. "All the way. Try it."

The fur rug engulfed Jose. There was a brief sputter. A briefer grunt, and then a long moan. Bear kissed like a wet dream. Jose looked dazed when he came up for air. He did not notice his jeans were open, and his cock had been pulled free of his tiny thong briefs. Bear grinned and hoisted him over one huge shoulder, starting for the stairs in the back.

"Hey!" Jose protested faintly, looking at Danny in confusion. He wasn't really objecting. Danny knew how persuasive Bear's kissing and fondling could be.

Bear's hand reached up between his legs and stroked. Jose wiggled, but could not get free without effort. He wasn't that willing to try.

Danny laughed and said in a suggestive tone, "He's that furry all over, Jose. It tickles really great."

Jose stopped wiggling and a look of intense curiosity filled his face. "Really?" He wiggled his bare cock against the strong shoulder and bent over to peer into the fur rug carrying him easily up the stairs. "Tickles? Where?" were the last words that drifted down to the amusement of the bar's patrons who were watching Bear make another conquest.

James groaned and smacked Danny on the shoulder good-naturedly. "You just have to encourage him, don't you? Now we'll be here all night. Well, come play pool for a while. Might as well kill the time."

Danny looked up innocently. "Yes sir. But Jose did say he was hoping to get laid again tonight."

James rolled his eyes. "You know perfectly well he meant to get your ass in bed."

Danny grinned, "But what could be more fun than rolling on a rug with a rug? You have no idea how much all that fur tickles between your legs when you shave like Jose and I do."

James raised a brow. "Well, maybe he'll show me next time."

Danny laughed. James grinned. Upstairs, Jose moaned happily while Bear growled. Danny was right. That tickled wonderfully.

Enjoy