Florida USA
Part 2

Daniel was right, of course. He had the kinda dick that made your eyes pop. And all you wanted to do was wrap your lips around the damn thing and suck every last drop of boy juice outa that wicked, six and a half inches.

"Well?"

"I'm busy."

"Hey, Paul, what is this shit? You gonna blow me or what?"

"After I finish writing the story."

"Blow me now, and you can put it in the story."

Right now, I'm looking at Daniel's boner. Thick, straight, and hard as iron wrapped in silk. Its big, sculpted knob, with its enlarged pisshole, is staring at me, promising a truckload of delicious jizz. Above it is a bush of blonde pubes, and below hang two juice-filled nads.

"People will think I've got no self-control."

"So what else is new?"

"Stop smiling like that. Anyway, I've got something to prove."

"Like what?"

"Like... never mind. Why don't you go see Greg or whatever?"

"He's not gonna blow me."

"Cool... then I can blow you later. Lemme finish this thing. OK?"

Whew! I don't believe I just did that! Saying no to Daniel? That's not an easy thing to do. I mean, the guy's got this thing about him. Y'know... charisma. But that's the challenge. I wanna see how long I can resist.

Have you ever wondered about Lindy and her girlfriends? Daniel loves to tease them, too. He parks his butt at the peep-hole in the wall between the guys' and girls' showers, and fists his boner. Must drive those chicks totally fucking insane. But would Daniel take it any further? Would he fuck them? I know for a fact that he's never fucked a girl. Why? I'm not sure, but I think he's got this thing about his masculinity. Y'know, he's kinda nervous about living up to his rep. No way he could handle being criticized by a chick. Can you imagine a situation where Lindy was comparing Daniel's performance to Greg's? I don't think Daniel would take a chance on that.

Is Daniel a wuss? Yeah, but he hides it pretty well. It's like I said before... he's just as vulnerable as the rest of us, but he's got this suit of armor that he wears. On the other hand, he pushes the limits. He takes risks 'cause it gives him a buzz, and he likes to challenge the rest of us. I'm reminded of the time he and I sat on the beach in Cape Town watching Kyle and his bud Paul surfing. Daniel was in awe of those dudes, and the way they met the challenge of the waves... waves big enough to trash them.

Is Kyle a wuss? Sure he is. You think he's never shed a tear? But I figure there are two kinds of wusses: wusses who stay wusses, and wusses who confront their fears. I honestly don't think there's a person, alive or dead, who isn't or wasn't afraid of something.

I remember when we left Cape Town to return to Tampa. Daniel was so fucking pissed about leaving Kyle that he was gonna make a career outa being depressed. But he got over it. His mom made him see that he had a responsibility to his friends back home... that he couldn't just dump them 'cause he was feeling sorry for himself. So I figure Daniel is the kinda wuss who confronts his fears, and deals with them. Same goes for Kyle.

And me? Yeah, I'm a wuss, too. Daniel scares the shit outa me sometimes. But you know something? I think I scare the shit outa him, too. When you've got an ego like Daniel's, it's pretty easy to put a dent in it... like I've just done now. He's out the back somewhere probably wondering why I didn't blow him when I had the chance. And if I know him as well as I think I do, he's probably checking his dick to see if there's something wrong with it hehehehe.

Yep, for all of Daniel's huffing and puffing, he's vulnerable. If he weren't, I don't think I'd be so in love with him.

"You still writing this crap?"

"Yeah."

"I'm really hanging for a blow job, man. Can't you take a break or something?"

"I could... but I'd lose my train of thought."

"This is some kinda tease thing, right?"

"Hello? Me? Tease you?"

"Hey, listen, Paul. What do you want me to do? Admit something?"

"Like what?"

"You're the fucking shrink, man. You tell me."

"What's there to tell? Now are you gonna let me finish this thing or what?"

"Nobody's gonna read it."

Daniel's an attention seeker. Without attention, he'd shrivel up and die. But that's OK. The world is full of things trying to get our attention: TV, radio, movies, newspapers, ads, whatever. So why not Daniel?

"Mr B tell you to write this crap?"

"No. It's coming outa my own head."

"Well, I've got stuff that wants to come outa my head... and I'm not talking about the one on my shoulders, dude. Hey, check this out."

Daniel about faced, and, suddenly, I'm looking at his tasty rosebud. His hands are gripping his buns and spreading them. Oh, jeeeeez!

"OK, OK, OK! I'll blow you!"

"Nah, you'd better finish your essay first."

"What?"

"You can blow me later."

"You fucking asshole! You were teasing!"

"Hey, Paul, I can't help it. OK? Truth? I was out in the pool thinking. Like, hey, my bud's sitting at my comp writing about me. That's a pretty damn cool thing to do."

"You mean it's not crap?"

"Doesn't matter whether it is or it isn't. You're taking the time to write it. That's what matters. Anyway, I know how you feel about me, so I know whatever you say about me will be cool."

"It's not all cool. I've tried to be impartial."

"Yeah, right," he cracked. "That'll be the fucking day."

"You know what really pisses me off about you? You're just so fucking cocky. It's like you wave your boner around and everybody's supposed to come running."

"They don't have to if they don't wanna."

"See what I mean? You KNOW they will."

"You didn't. Well, not right away. You had me worried there for a while."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

"I wish you loved me as much as I love you, Daniel."

"I can't, Paul. I'm not you. Hey, I love you. OK? But I can only love you the way I'm able to. Besides, opposites attract."

"You think we're opposites?"

"Sure we are. Anyway, I'm gonna work out with my chest expander. You go ahead and finish what you're writing. Don't mine me."

"Yeah, right. You standing there naked, stretching all those damn muscles, and I'm supposed to concentrate on this?"

"Consider it a challenge, dude," he grinned.

Daniel can be so damn infuriating! So there he is, not three feet away, buffing up his already awesome bod while I'm trying to write this stuff. He's always testing me... always teasing the fuck outa me. So maybe I'm masochistic 'cause I love it when he makes me mad. It's like he stimulates me -- in more ways than one. I know I'm alive when that asshole gets under my skin.

Anyway, could you imagine me and Daniel being all lovey-dovey? No fucking way! He's right, y'know. It's better that he doesn't love me the way I love him. That wouldn't work. Him and me arm in arm walking down the street? Bleh! That's not Daniel. And it's not me. How do I explain it? He's aloof, and yet he's not. He can be distant, and yet so damn close. He can be exasperatingly insensitive, and yet incredibly caring. Jeez, talk about complex.

"You writing about my muscles?"

"Nope."

"So what are you writing?"

"Mind stuff."

"Nobody gives a fuck about mind stuff, Paul."

"Yes, they do! You think you're just a pile of guts with a dick attached?"

"A pile of awesome guts, man. What would you gimme outa ten?"

"One."

"Yeah, right."

Am I in love with Daniel's mind? Yep. I can't imagine him being another person. And let's face it, a person is what's between his ears. Would I love Daniel if he weren't so physically perfect? I dunno. It was Daniel's physical attributes that attracted me in the first place. Then I got to know his mind. If he hadn't been so fucking awesome looking, maybe it would've taken me longer to get to know him. Or maybe I wouldn't have been interested. Who knows? What is is what is. I do know one thing, though. If Daniel lost his looks for some reason, I'd still love him.

"Mr B? Are you there?"

"Yep."

"Does Kyle love you?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"'Cause he's an idiot."

"So if you love Kyle, does that mean you're an idiot, too?"

"I was already an idiot before I met Kyle."

"So if I'm in love with Daniel, what does that mean?"

"It means that Daniel is a very lucky boy."

"He's lucky? You've gotta be joking!"

"Nope."

"Hey, B, you're not here. You can't see what's going on here in this room. Daniel is like just a few feet away working out. Whoa! I mean like he's just too fucking awesome for words!"

"In your eyes, Paul. That's why he's lucky."

"You're wrong, B. It's not just my eyes."

"True, Paul. But no matter how many pairs of eyes look at Daniel, yours will be the only pair that sees him in a particular light. No-one else but you sees Daniel exactly the way you do. And that's what makes the difference."

"Like the way Kyle sees you?"

"Fortunately for him, he can't."

"Why do you send yourself up all the time?"

"If more people took themselves less seriously, and learned to laugh at themselves, I think the world would be a better place."

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