Speech and Debate Pt. 10

Daniel hit 17 and Ian was on 30. The gap was narrowing.

I raised my fingers a bit and very gently placed my right hand over my bulge. Daniel's eyes widened. I squeezed my cock and opened my mouth ever so slightly.

Daniel 24. Ian 33.

The tip of my tongue darted out over my lower lips as I squeezed my cock for him again. My free hand came to my chest and I twisted my nipple beneath my sweat dampened tank top.

Daniel 30. Ian 37.

I let my head fall back to the wall I leaned on and closed my eyes. I imagined Daniel kneeling before me and taking my soft cock into his mouth, his talented tongue working my flesh to rigidity. I knew he was thinking the same, I could sense it from across the room. I had to concentrate on NOT getting fully hard, though my cock was already swelling beneath my palm.

Daniel 37. Ian 41.

I traced the outline of my growing cock in my shorts. I gripped it through the fabric and jostled it, the head and rim clearly outlined, the length of my shaft thick and undeniable to anyone who happened to look.

Daniel 41. Ian 43.

The noise and cheers of the other jocks came only in short bursts to my ears. I stared at Daniel. My eyes pleaded with him. I ached to touch him, to feel my skin on his, to feel his biceps flex beneath my loving touch as he competed against this mountain of muscle. I imagined my tongue tasting the sweat of his skin, the buzz of him filling my nostrils. My cock pulsed in my grip. Surrounded by so many, I was shocked that none of them had appeared to notice. Yet.

Daniel 46. Ian 46.

The bulge in Daniel's shorts was undeniable now. Had anyone but me been paying closer attention, they all would have surely seen it. For me, it was all I could see.

Come on, baby. You can do it. Finish him. For me.

Daniel 50. Ian 49.

Ian dropped the weight from his right hand and it clattered noisily to the floor. The room erupted in cheers before it finished bouncing. The boys to my right and left sprang from the wall and rushed towards Daniel and Ian, surrounding them and jumping up and down in a pile of limbs and muscles, sweat and sinew.

I stood stock still on the wall and smiled proudly at Daniel, whose soft brown eyes were still staring into my own, speaking volumes without words.

When the cheers eventually quieted and Ian and Daniel shook hands as sportsmanship demanded, the room quickly returned to normal. Everyone made their way back towards their various machines without discussion. I faced the wall and quickly adjusted my hard cock upwards so that it was pressed to my stomach by the wide elastic of the jock. Though the risk of being caught was at an all time high, I took the chance and swiped a small drop of precum from my slit and brought it to my tongue and swallowed.

Thankfully, that gesture went unseen.

"Dude," Ian started the conversation after a moment, shrugging his massive shoulders into his t-shirt again and still breathing a little more heavily than normal, "Did you ever decide who you're taking to prom, Gordo?"

Gordon shrugged.

"I just picked Katy."

"Bring condoms," Tall Paul chided. "That chick is a walking petri dish, ya know. Human biological weapon. She took out the entire football team last year, remember?"

That illicited chuckles all around.

"You never gave us a straight answer earlier, David," Paul continued. "Do you have a special friend or something that you wanna take? Boyfriend?"

All eyes were once again on me, awaiting my reply. I doubted that a well placed joke would have the same effect a second time. It took everything I had in me not to look at Daniel. I focused on the floor instead.

"No."

I looked up to find Daniel's eyes had replaced my own in the careful study of the floor.

"No one? Really?" Ian asked.

Daniel and I both stared at him in abject horror.

Now? He was going to choose NOW to bring what he knew into the light? I felt my stomach doing backflips and had to suppress the urge to flee the room in tears.

When I met Ian's gaze, I found that his eyes weren't alight with maliciousness, as I half expected. He stared at me, his expression open.

"I wasn't planning on going at all, actually. Not unless you still want to take me? You may have lost the competition, but I still got a thing for big muscles and all" I said quietly, falling back on the tried and true method of evasion by witticism.

I felt a little bad for removing the attention to Ian yet again. He smiled at me a bit and seemed to resign himself to what was coming. He was a hulking wall of muscles, but I think he understood that I just wasn't ready to enter the door he had just tried to hold open for me. Not yet.

"You've been obsessed with me ever since the away game," I continued. "You guys should see the text messages I get."

I winked at Ian, made a kissy face in his directions, and shrugged my shoulders as the rest of the team laughed. All except Daniel.

Daniel looked at me with an expression I couldn't have begun to define. It seemed he was sad and thankful, happy and disappointed all wrapped into one. I wasn't sure what he was disappointed in, me or himself. Either way, my heart broke a little and I had to focus on not running into his embrace to comfort and reassure him.

"You're still going with Amy, I assume?" Ian asked, turning his attention to Daniel, who nodded.

Ian snorted a small laugh. No one noticed, except for me and Daniel.

"You can come with us, if you want," Gordon offered, clasping a hand on my shoulder in good natured commaradarie.

"What?"

Daniel's expression began to brighten. Ian's eyes took on a new light as well.

"Yeah," Daniel said. "You can come along with us, Nerd."

I was happy to see that his regular smile had retaken its place on his full lips, but I was totally unsure what he was driving at.

"Totally. We got a huge limo and all that. You should come with," Ian added. His eyes darted towards Daniel and back to me as he spoke. My heart leapt. For a multitude of reasons.

"Really? You sure?"

The rest of the team all grunted and nodded their approval of the offer. I felt my eyes begin to water and had to take a deep breath to steady my nerves and stop myself from crying. The gesture alone was touching and something I had never expected.

"Won't it be crowded with all of your dates?" I asked.

"Have you seen the girls we're taking?" Paul scoffed. "Most of them haven't eaten in days to prepare for this. They take up next to no room at this point," he finished with a grin.

He was starting to grow on me. I favored him with a genuine smile.

"Most of those girls don't give me the time of day. They're going to be pissed if I crash your party."

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I was grasping at straws. Part of me was trying to protect myself from the strange situation, trying to remain safe behind my established walls. I realized it for what it was: fear.

"Ignore them," Gordon said, coming to join the semi-circle of jocks that had begun to take shape in front of me, each of them looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I usually do," Daniel offered. His wink made me laugh. I could have kissed him right there in front of everyone. He knew exactly what to say to break through my self-imposed tensions.

"You're sure it won't be weird?" I said, my lingering doubts and last questions and excuses sounding ever more feeble even to my ears.

"Totally sure," Daniel declared with his normal confidence. "You shouldn't miss your Senior Prom, Nerd."

I stared at him for a moment. His eyes were full and open and they silently pleaded with me.

"Please..." he mouthed.

I broke.

"Okay. I'll go."

Daniel's smile was more than enough reward for me shouldering the potential risks. Even if these plans fell through, the pure joy I saw on his face when I said I would go will stay with me forever. I wasn't even going WITH him. I would just be there, in the same car, the same ball room. But that was enough for his face to light up like the sun.

"I'll pick you up the night of," Daniel stated matter-of-factly. "I'll drive us to the meeting location and we'll take the limo from there. Cool?"

"Cool," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I tried to memorize everything about his face at that moment, every line and angle, every wrinkle and twinkle in his gorgeous brown eyes. I puzzled over how the rest of the team could be so oblivious to what had just happened between us, how they couldn't see the true nature of the interaction writ clear as day on our faces.

That was, until I saw Ian's face in a pleased and gratified smile. He nodded his head almost imperceptibly at me.

So maybe ONE teammate understood.

With that small gesture of true happiness at my own possible happiness, I felt my fears of exposure at Ian's hands lessen. A little bit. They were still there, but they no longer weighed me down. He wasn't going to reveal me and Daniel to anyone else for the time being. He simply rooted silently for us from the shadows. I would have to remember to thank him for that one day.

It seemed that my acceptance of their kind offer was a signal that the workout session was at an end. With the usual grunts and jock-ish verbalizations I was coming to realize were the norm for this group of guys, they each gathered their respective gym bags and discarded bits of clothing.

"It's getting late," Ian said to no one in particular, even though his gaze stayed locked on me. "Shower at home so David doesn't have to stay late and wait for us to finish."

I had almost forgotten that I had a set of keys to lock the door on the way out. But in my defense, my mind was otherwise occupied.

Daniel and I both took our time collecting our things. In short order, I had closed and locked the Weight Room door behind me and walked between Daniel and Ian down the long hallway towards the locker room and showers. The rest of the team had already disappeared ahead of us, evaporating into the darkness.

"I'm headed home, too," Ian said.

"Alrighty," Daniel offered as Ian quickened his pace towards the exit. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest as I watched his massive back retreat down the hallway.

"Hey! Ian!" I called out to him, grabbing his attention so he turned back towards us.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Really," I said.

I felt my face color when the words left my lips. I could have been thanking him for the offer to join them at the Prom. In a way, I was. But all three of us in that hallway knew that there was so much more to thank him for.

Ian smiled at us, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

"Anytime, dude." He turned and continued walking towards the exit. "You two have fun tonight! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

He pushed open the door with a dramatic flair and disappeared into the darkening landscape outside. Daniel and I stared at each other with our mouths hanging nearly to our chests.

"Well, I guess that means he's not gonna tell," Daniel said when the initial shock wore off.

I didn't know how to respond. So I didn't. I reached for Daniel's hand and laced my fingers through his. He squeezed my grip and I felt his thumb running circles on the back of my hand. I held on to him and walked down the hallway, leading him behind me.

"What are you...?" He asked from behind me. "David?"

I pulled us into the Varsity Locker Room and dropped my bag to the floor. I refused to let his hand fall from my fingers, but I didn't stop walking. I heard Daniel's bag drop too, following my lead, as I pulled him to the right and into the vacant shower room. I turned to press my back into the tiled wall and pulled Daniel's body around to crash into me, finally releasing his hand.

I felt his arms encircle my lower back, felt the fabric of his shorts slide against mine. I brought one hand to his face and traced his firm jaw.

"What is it, babe? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice growing a little concerned around the edges. I didn't know how to tell him that nothing was wrong. In fact, nothing could have possibly been more right.

I let my hand trace over the lines of his face, marveled at the soft trimmed black stubble on his chin and upper lip. I couldn't have answered him if I'd wanted to.

With my free hand, I felt along the wall for the silver knob I knew I would find there and turned it hard to the right. Tepid water rained down on us, soaking my t-shirt immediately, matting my blonde hair to my face. Still, I couldn't speak. I pulled Daniel's face to my own and pressed my lips to his. I heard his breath catch in his throat, tasted his tongue as he probed my mouth gently. My eyes closed and I felt myself melting into him, becoming one body, one soul again. As we were supposed to be.

I didn't care that my clothes were soaked, and from the passion Daniel displayed with his kisses, neither did he. The water began to warm slowly as my hands found the hem of his drenched shirt. I broke our kiss for the time it took me to lift it over his head and for him to do the same with mine before our mouths crashed back together. The water pinged off the tile floor and Daniel buried his face into the side of my neck, sucking and licking at my earlobe. He bit down hard and I moaned, my head falling back, my fingers grabbing onto the muscles of his broad back.

I don't know how we removed our shoes and socks. Somehow, they ended up in a discarded pile with the shapeless lumps of our shirts.

The water streamed down Daniel's face, making small rivers on his skin, beading on his facial hair. I couldn't stop staring at him. I had seen him wet like this many times before, but he was still so utterly beautiful it was nearly painful for me. My fingers were unable to stop their explorations of his face. I pressed them to his slightly swollen lips and he kissed them gently and nuzzled his face close to my own.

I almost felt sadness at that moment. I knew that it would be nearly impossible for me to ever again be as truly happy as I was in that moment. In that space that needed no speech, that was ruled by his heart beat and mine, his chest pressed against me. I was glad for the spray of the shower. It masked the tears of joy that I could no longer hold at bay.

Daniel raised his face and kissed me gently, tenderly, until I wanted to burst with it.

"Are you sure you are okay, baby?" He asked as he traced one finger across my forehead, pushing my saturated hair from my eyes. The word "baby" came so easily to him now, so effortlessly.

I nodded and kissed him in return. I had to show him.

My hands were around his waist already, so I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and knelt before him as I pushed them to the floor. His uncut cock bobbed before my eyes for a moment. I could have engulfed him right there. Trust me, I wanted to. But I had bigger plans. I straightened only long enough to push my own sodden shorts and jock to the floor, flinging them somewhere off to my left.

All it took was gentle pressure on his shoulders for Daniel's knees to bend. I pushed him gently towards the wet tile floor and followed him down. He never took his eyes from me as I did. I hovered over him until he was flat on his back, arranging his legs straight out beneath him. My knees ached with pain, the tiny black and white tiles and grout lines pressing into them as I carefully arranged myself and straddled his hips. I didn't even notice. My hard cock arched up in front of me, visibly throbbing with pent up passions. If he'd touched me at that moment, I might had cum on the spot and ruined all my plans.

"David, what..."

I pressed my fingers to his lips and shook my head. No talking. Not tonight.

Reaching behind me, I gripped Daniel's smooth, wet shaft in my palm and jerked his loose skin upwards. His hands came to my hips and held me gently, not pushing, not prodding, just resting on my pale skin. His eyes closed and he moaned as I jerked him slowly, my back arching of it own accord, readying my body for what was to come.

I kept my firm grip on his shaft and leaned my torso forward, resting on my forearms on the wet tile floor to hover above him. The now hot water splashed against my back and neck, easing any lingering tension from the workout that seemed ages in the past. Daniel's deep brown eyes stared at me, a look of wonder on his face as I sheltered him from the falling water with my body.

"God, you are...," he whispered as his hand slid up my spine slowly, making me shiver, "you are just so damned beautiful."

I couldn't help but smile as I closed the small distance between us and felt our lips touch. With the hand that still held his cock like a holy relic, I guided him towards my exposed hole, my back arched and waiting to welcome him in. I pushed down and exposed his cock head, rolling his foreskin back and pressed him to my pink opening.

The heat of him was spectacular. He groaned into our kiss and his grip tightened on my back, one hand coming to rest again on my hips. I pressed firmly and felt my ass relax instantaneously against the pressure. The tip of him entered me. My breathe stopped short and I gasped. I felt the head of his beautiful prick disappear inside me; my ass gripped him and convulsed in uncontrollable waves.

Slowly, I pressed my hips back. Inch by glorious inch I slid down his cock, feeling him fill me as he had never filled me before. My mind was bouncing like a pinball, ricocheting from one intense pleasure to another, all focused on Daniel's thick cock as it sank deeper into me. When I felt his head siding pass that special spot inside my hole, my dick pulsed out a stream of precum that made a slick trail on the soft hairs of Daniel's abs.

I was nearly there, nearly to that place where Daniel and I ceased to be two people. With a final push, I squared my hips onto his and felt his trimmed pubes settle onto the warm damp skin of my ass.

Though I wanted to kiss him forever, wanted our tongues to dance like that until time ceased, his cock twitching inside me made my spine go straight. My fingers gripped his hairy pecs and I watched the red lines form as I raked my fingernails against his olive skin.

It was as if something came alive within me when I saw his blissful face, felt him encased in me and gripped tightly inside. I could sense a light behind my own eyes, saw it reflected in Daniel's awestruck features. I may lack the coordination for athletic achievements on a normal day, but right then, I felt every joint and muscle loosen and begin to work in perfect harmony as I writhed on top of Daniel.

I squeezed him inside me, aghast at the control I suddenly had over my own hole. Normally, it had a mind of its own, but Daniel had just unlocked some long dormant talent. I never removed him from inside me, never lifted my hips from his. I rocked on him, back and forth, feeling him move inside me.

I panted at the effort. Every time my hips rocked forward I felt his shaft push hard against my prostate. My cock pointed straight up towards my chest, so hard it throbbed on the precipice between pleasure and actual pain. I leaked a seemingly continuous stream of precum that traveled down my shaft and balls to Daniel's stomach, only to be washed away my the steaming hot water that still flooded over us.

I picked up my pace and watched Daniel's eyes widen. My breath came is short gasps now, my fingers still clamped on his chest for support. If I wasn't careful, I was going to break the skin and draw blood.

"David,..." he moaned.

His hand fell from my hips and he lay on the floor, unable to muster the strength needed to return my thrusts with his own. Good. I didn't need him to. I had found my rhythm. I felt his cock grow inside me, felt it lengthen and thicken just slightly, warning me that he was nearly there. I almost had my prize. I rocked harder and harder, wiggled my ass against his balls and felt them pull up tight against my ass.