“We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world,” I said, grinning knowingly.

“We are?” The wrinkles of confusion above Danny’s elegant nose, marring his usually confident face, instantly took the wind from my sails.

“You know – Fight Club.”

“Oh, the movie, right? Never seen it.” He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, a habit of his that never failed to draw my attention to the perfect dome of his head.

“You haven’t seen Fight Club?” Chris asked, arriving at the table with the first round of drinks. Chris, the token employed graduate in our student share house, worked with Danny and had brought him along to a similar Wednesday night drinking session three months previously. I had no idea why the latter enjoyed hanging out with a student eight years younger than him, but the weekly drinks had stuck.

“Nope. It’s a boxing movie or something, isn’t it? I’ve seen the Rocky movies.”

“No, no, no, it’s not a boxing movie,” I said, the movie geek in me overriding my instinct to not be a condescending prick to the lone black man at the table. “I mean, I suppose there is underground boxing in it, sort of, but that’s not the point. No, it’s... I can’t really explain. How would you describe it, Chris? Without spoiling it, I mean.”

“Awesome.” He sipped his beer, brushed his blond hair from his face, and then continued, “Although Jack only watches it to see Brad Pitt’s arse.”

“That’s not true! It’s also for his bare, sweaty torso... Mmm! But the story is great too. You should definitely watch it.”

“Well, with a recommendation like that, I probably should,” he said, a hint of his Brummie accent coming through on the last word. “One day.”

“Just come round to our house.” Chris shrugged. “We’ve got it on VHS. Bec and Nathan like watching it too. We can have a house Fight Club watch party.”

“Yeah, why not.” Danny had those crinkles in his cheeks that gave the impression the bones above were smiling – usually indicating that he was trying to conceal how amused he was. “Sounds like a Friday night thing, though, and I’ve already got plans for this Friday.”

“How about next week, then?” I suggested. I would jump at any excuse to watch Fight Club. Or to spend time with Danny, for that matter, although that inner admission gave me a twinge of guilt. How attractive I found him became harder to conceal each time we met, and I hoped my lust was not just due to assumptions about the contents of black men’s pants. I consoled myself with the excuse that surely any man standing at over six foot tall with a physique as toned as his would provoke similar speculation. In any case, nothing suggested he was anything other than straight, so it didn’t really matter.

“Yeah, I can do next Friday. How’s that for you, Chris?”

“No good. I’m going back to Doncaster next weekend to visit my parents, but don’t delay just for me. I’ve seen it plenty. Like every other week, when Jack watches it – in public anyway, I’m sure he’s got a copy in his room that he watches each night, trousers around his ank—”

“Oh, shut up, I do not! Bec and Nathan should be in, though. It’s their tape, after all, so I’m sure they’ll be happy to hang out.”

“Next Friday then, sounds good.”

~oOo~

As it happened, Bec and Nathan had made their own plans to go out with their friends that night which took priority over watching something they’d seen twenty times already. When I broke the news to Danny, he insisted on coming round anyway, as he had nothing better to do. I was a little nervous about it since our interactions had always been with other people around, allowing me to disguise my feelings, but I could hardly tell him that, so I agreed.

My breath caught when I opened the door to him holding a pizza box. He usually came straight from work to our meetups in the pub, and I loved how he dapper looked in a suit, but something about seeing him in a casual shirt, alone on my doorstep, with the house empty behind me, gave me butterflies. I shook them off and invited him inside.

“Would you like a beer?” I offered, still trying to stop myself gaping at him.

“Sure, I’ll get them if you like – kitchen’s just there, yeah?”

He went to get the drinks from the fridge, and I caught myself staring at his firm butt squeezed into his jeans as he bent over. When he called out to ask where to find a bottle opener, I realised I should be getting the movie ready instead of ogling him and used that task to distract myself.

“Where d’you get the pizza?” I asked when he came back, partly in the hope that he wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants. “It looks better than what we usually order.”

“Italian place I know,” he said, taking a slice. “I don’t touch those deep-fried, flattened meat pies others insult pizza with.”

Ignoring my libido became a bit harder once we sat down as the sofa was small, and with his long legs spread out, his knee couldn’t help but touch mine. I tried to ignore it, and we started watching the film. With a half-naked Brad Pitt to concentrate on, it will be easier to control my thoughts about my friend, I reasoned.

And it was, until half an hour in, when our dinner had been polished off and our beers lay empty, Danny placed his hand on my thigh. At first, I couldn’t quite believe it, so I didn’t say anything and kept watching the screen, although I had stopped taking anything in. He soon started squeezing and rubbing my leg, moving further and further up until I could no longer pretend to ignore it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning to him and putting my hand firmly on his.

“Why, don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it; I just don’t know why you’re doing it. You’re straight, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. I’m as gay as Graham Norton. Only like men, not like you with your free-for-all ways.”

“It’s not a free-for-all, it’s just... gender isn’t a deciding factor, that’s all. Why didn’t you say?”

“I was just curious about whether you’d make the first move once you got over your hilarious fear of saying something offensive to me.”

“You couldn’t have given me a few more clues?”

“I could have, but it was fun watching you trying to hide your blatant lust when you were around me.

“Wait, does Chris know you’re gay?”

“Of course. I don’t hide, although I do dial my campness up and down depending on my mood – or whether Madonna is playing.”

“Yeah, not keen on Madonna myself.”

“No? I’ll get me coat.”

He pretended to get up.

“You didn’t bring a coat,” I pointed out, the mush in my brain not recognising the Fast Show reference. His grin, framed by immaculate facial hair that appeared painted on, was as irresistible as always. “Why are you telling me tonight, then?”

“Well,” he began, tightening his grip on my thigh, “Chris isn’t here. Bec and Nathan aren’t here. It’s just the two of us, and we’ve been watching Brad Pitt teasing us with his torso for over half an hour, so I thought you might be feeling as horny as me. Are you?”

Danny wiggled one eyebrow suggestively, and I smiled back, finding it hard to believe my luck. I reached across to put my hand on his thigh while with the other I pulled him closer until our lips met. His tongue pushed against mine while the hand on my leg shifted to my head, fingers entwining in my short curls, and his other slipped around my waist.

Not wasting any time, he undid my fly and reached into my boxers, pulling my cock out. It looked smaller and paler than usual in his large hand as he began pulling the foreskin back and forth, wanking me. Once I was fully erect, he pulled his mouth away from mine, bent down and wrapped his lips around my dick. I sighed in satisfaction as he sucked me in, the short stubble of his moustache scraping against my skin contrasting with the soft warmth of his mouth. My hips started thrusting upwards to meet him instinctively while I ran my hand over his short hair as I had wanted to do for so long. I removed my t-shirt and then reached further up his thigh, my fingertips brushing against his manhood through the denim. Feeling its size when not even erect sent shivers of excitement through my body and, combined with his blowjob, made the pressure begin to build in my crotch.

After gently pushing him away, I stood up, kicking the rest of my clothes off, then straddled his lap. His strong hands squeezed my buttocks, pulling me close, so the tip of my cock brushed his shirt as I kissed him deeply. I fumbled with the buttons, then nibbled at his ear while I pulled it off him, exposing his broad, lightly haired chest. Working my tongue steadily down over his neck, nipples, and taut six-pack, I slid down to the floor, unzipping his fly as I passed his navel. When I reached his waistband, I leaned back and took in the view.

“Forget Brad,” I said admiringly, “you could have just stripped off the moment you walked in the door!”

He just laughed and raised his hips from the couch. I pulled his trousers and boxers right off in one movement, taking his shoes and socks with them and discarding them all to the side. My eyes widened. The cock I had just released was huge despite still being floppy, the size accentuated by the surrounding area having been shaved entirely smooth, including the balls. Up until then, whilst I had considered it, I had yet to muster the courage to put a razor that close to my own privates, but the effect up close was every bit as flattering as porn had suggested.

“You don’t like the look?” Danny asked when I looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

By way of answer, I pushed his legs further apart and began licking his hairless sac, lifting his member out of the way and massaging it gently with my hand. It began to stiffen as I took each of his balls in my mouth in turn, sucking gently on them, before drawing a wet trail of saliva up his shaft with my tongue to the soft, darker foreskin that still covered the sensitive head. He continued to harden and expand from my attentions until that slightly paler, pinkish hued dome remained out of its hood, and he had reached his full size. Unable to resist comparing him in my head to my over-ambitious choice of a twelve-inch dildo hidden under my bed upstairs, I guessed that he was only my hand’s width shorter and just as girthy. Such a massive dick, though daunting, was too delicious to resist, so I took as much as I could into my mouth and began sucking eagerly, circling the head with my tongue each time I pulled away, and very soon, salty precum dribbled out onto my taste buds.

“Have you ever considered going into porn?” I asked, running both my hands over his slick pole. “You could easily be the gay Lexington Steele.”

“Lexington who?”

“Never mind. Wait here, I just need to get something from upstairs.” I stood up. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Try the left pocket of my jeans, first,” he said. Curious, I went over to where I had thrown them moments earlier, felt inside, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. I raised my eyebrows.

“Do you really think I’m such a slut that I’d do anal on the first date?” I asked and then smiled when he opened his mouth to reply. “I hope you’re going to fuck me hard like a slut, then!”

Passing him the tube, I turned around and moved back so I could support myself on his knees, my buttocks so close to him that his knuckles brushing against them as he lubricated his dick. A cold, sticky finger traced around my arsehole, spreading the gel around, and then he added some more and drove his finger inside me, twisting. A second slimy finger touched the rim below the first, and I pushed back just a little until, with some difficulty, he squeezed that in, too, making me gasp. They must have been almost twice the size of my slender fingers, and he pushed them in as far as he could, slowly fucking me with them, letting me relax around them. Pulling them out, he put his left hand on my hips, and then the hot, gel-covered tip of his cock tickled my entrance.

I held my cheeks apart and pushed down, trying to relax my muscles enough to admit the thickness pressing against my backdoor. The tip poked inside, and then more slid in, stretching me until I ached. Just before I thought it would be too painful if I went any further, the ridge of the head slipped inside me. Pausing for breath, I pushed down further, biting my lip, his length sliding inside me, shifting position occasionally when he pressed my tight insides from the wrong, painful angle, but managed to keep going. Somehow, I was able to take all of him inside, pausing with my cheeks touching his thighs and feeling like I should be able to see a bulge at my belly button, and then began to lift and lower myself, riding him. My muscles relaxed a little more with each entry, the pleasure overriding or even enhanced by the pain.

Once it was clear that he could enter me without hurting me, Danny lifted me off, got up, and told me to bend over the sofa. He stood behind me, and his hardness pushed once more against my arse. I moaned as it slid through my sore ring into my depths, the pressure on my prostate delicious. He pulled almost the whole way out, leaving only the head in for my muscles to twitch tight around, and then slammed back in, getting into a steady rhythm that set my softened dick swinging with the force of his thrusts.

My moans changed to a low cry of “oh!” every time he rammed himself inside me, echoing in the small sitting room along with the sound of his legs slapping against mine as he pulled me back by my waist to meet him. Now and then, he would slow down, holding me still while he slid his entire length from head to base in and out of me before resuming his short, fast thrusts. The next time he bent close, I twisted around so we could kiss, although this mostly turned into a kind of tongue fight as our lips couldn’t fit together comfortably. When I turned away again, his lips found my ear instead, and then kissed and licked his way down my neck.

Wanting his lips on mine again, I asked him to pull out and sit, and then once again, I straddled his lap, facing him. I sank down much easier than the first time, supporting myself by my arms around his neck as I began to bounce up and down, clenching my muscles to give him a tighter fit as he thrust up to meet my descent. Soon, I got so lost in the kiss that I just let him thrust up into my arse, trembling from the pleasure of the stimulation it was giving me so I could barely stay upright.

Sensing this, he wrapped his arms around me and stood up, staying inside me, and after a few rather comical attempts at fucking me standing up with my legs locked around his waist, he lay me down on my back on the floor. In the missionary position, he could fuck me hard and deep, we could continue kissing, and I could wrap my arms and legs tight around his powerful body as it heaved above me.

Not long after we assumed this position, he panted in my ear that he would cum soon, but I told him to stay inside me and reached between our sweaty stomachs to my cock. It was still semi-erect and sticky from the stream of precum that was leaking from it, so using this as a lubricant, I started wanking, hardening up again fast, and a haze filling my head.

Suddenly, he gave a big thrust and tensed, his face contorted as, with a yell that must have been heard down the street, he climaxed, buried inside me. Wanking faster and turned on by the hot liquid filling my arse, I came, an orgasm intensified by him being inside me to the point I felt I was blacking out as I sprayed uncontrollably all over my hand and both our skin.

Finally, it subsided, and my whole body went limp, my hand slipping out to leave a sticky trail over his skin. Even my thank you kiss was weak. We lay together for a while, Danny still hard inside me, until he carefully withdrew, a thick stream of warm stickiness coming with him to run down between my cheeks to the carpet beneath. His member flopped down in the pool of semen next to mine, our seed mingling. When the afterglow of orgasm wore off, we both sat up, and I went to the bathroom to fetch a towel so we could clean up.

An awkward silence fell until I suggested we rewind Fight Club to where we were last paying attention. He agreed, fetched a couple more beers, and we settled down as we had been before – only naked – to watch the rest of the film.

I finished my beer fast and then lay down with my head on his lap, or rather, as he slouched down, on the base of his stomach. The smell of his sweaty and cummy balls so close to my nostrils, combined with Brad Pitt on the screen, began to get me aroused again sooner than I expected. He noticed, moving his hand that had been resting on my side to hold my growing cock and squeeze my balls. I lifted my right leg and hooked it around the armrest to make it easier for him. As he began to jerk me off, I lifted his heavy, limp manhood to my mouth, still half-concentrating on the film. Ever so gradually, he grew in my mouth until he was back to his full size again by the time the movie finished.

With strains of Where Is My Mind? still playing in the background, he leant sideways and shifted us until we were in a sixty-nine position with me on top. His lips wrapped around me, and his tongue swirled around the head while I took more and more of his delicious dick, pushing my head down until it pressed against the back of my throat before pulling back again, a little disappointed that he was too wide to swallow, but turned on by my attempts all the same. Though completely hard now, I wanted something other than his mouth, so I pulled away from him.

“My bedroom might be more comfortable,” I said, wiping my chin and tugging at his restraining hand.

“Good idea,” he agreed and stood up. I couldn’t help smiling at the way his cock bounced from this movement. “Lead the way.”

A wave of self-consciousness hit me when we entered my room. I had not expected to bring anyone in there that night, so there were clothes, books and lecture notes strewn across the floor. Danny paid no attention to the mess, heading straight for the bed and sitting on the edge. For the first time that night, he seemed hesitant. I stood in front of him, able to look down at him for once.

“Do you always top?” I asked, stroking his head. His smile returned as if I had read his mind.

“Until now,” he replied. “For some reason, the short, skinny guys I like to pick up seem to expect it from me.”

“I can’t think why,” I said, with a hint of sarcasm. Then added, “Actually, I can’t; you have a gorgeous arse.”

“Do you always bottom?”

“Until now,” I answered, echoing him with a smile. Those were all the words we needed.

We kissed, and then he got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. I knelt behind, spreading lube around his tight, black, and apparently largely untouched arse, pushing my fingers in and out of it until he relaxed. Guiding it with my fist, I placed the head of my cock on his slimy entrance and began pushing, his muscles contracting and relaxing around me, slowly letting me inside. Although I was considerably smaller than him, I was not tiny, and from the tension in his body, I could tell that I was stretching him enough for pain not to be far away, so I was gentle, stroking his buttocks. Once I was all the way inside him, I leant over to kiss his back, and slowly pulled out a couple of inches, then pushed back in, repeating, withdrawing a little more each time, until I could feel he was getting used to it.

Kneeling up again on one knee, I made my thrusts firmer, pulling him towards me, eliciting a gasp from him with each entry. I sped up, alternating between short, fast thrusts and long, steady strokes, just as he had done, closing my eyes so that my only perception of him was his tunnel around my hardness, his firm, sweaty flesh under my hands, and his heavy breathing. His moans filled the room as he surrendered to my fucking, arms trembling and then giving way so that he slumped forwards. He ended up lying with one cheek pressed into the bed while I drilled down into him, my mouth pressed to his muscular shoulders and neck.

As I was still a long way from a second climax, I knelt up again and pulled right out, getting him to roll over and lift his legs apart. I re-entered him, leaning forwards, supported by my arms and with his legs resting against my body and up past my head. When I looked down, I saw his massive member fully engorged and leaking a mass of clear, sticky precum all over his gorgeous brown abs. Spurred on to fuck him harder, I leant back and brought his legs together in front of me to make his hole tighter, then spat on my hands and reached around to pump his cock.

I felt the pressure building in my balls and rammed deep inside Danny one final time, moaning as I came. Remaining inside him, I began jerking him off faster, and soon a jet of white spunk erupted into the air and splattered on his chest, followed by another and another. More plastered my hands until there only a dribble, and he gripped my wrist to stop me.

As I withdrew from him, my semen dribbled out of his dark star in a way that almost made me renounce my objection to rimming. After licking my hands clean of his jizz, I bent down to do the same to his crotch, moving my tongue up over his chest until it ended up in his mouth. Snuggling into his neck with his arms around me, I drifted off into a warm, deep sleep.

~oOo~

The early morning sun coming through the windows and shining on my face woke me up – neither of us had thought to pull the curtains. For a while, I stayed where I was, my head resting on Danny’s chest as it rose and fell with his deep breathing, his arm around me, and my morning erection pressed against his hot skin.

Looking over my lover’s sleeping body, so beautifully illuminated in the morning light, an idea occurred to me. Carefully, I slid out from under his arms and moved down to his shaven groin, which still smelt sweetly of his juices from the night before. Lifting his soft dick to my lips, I began licking and sucking his big balls, being as gentle as possible so as not to wake him. Sure enough, after a little of this, his organ began to twitch in my hand.

Licking all over his shaft, I pulled back the foreskin and took him in my mouth, sucking slowly, feeling him grow, and then trailing my tongue over the pathways of veins again until he was rock hard. He began to react in other ways, thrusting his hips slightly and mumbling, though not awake just yet. I continued to suck until, finally, he stretched and opened his eyes, looking down at me through a mist of sleep and raising his eyebrows, but saying nothing. Instead, he placed one hand behind his head and the other on mine, stroking my hair as I went down on him, closing his eyes again when I worked his member with my hand and sucked on his balls.

Precum coated my tongue already, so I slowed down, licking only the smooth top of the head and kissing down the underside of his shaft. My hands caressed his inner thighs, and then I flicked my tongue over his glans, teasing him until he pushed me back down onto his pole. I resumed a steady pace but slowed again when more precum came cascading out, teasing him once more.

The third time, he held me in place, so I had no choice but to suck vigorously as he pushed his hips upwards and groaned. Hot cum burst into my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it as he pumped load after load down my throat, coating my tongue with its distinct, salty-sweet taste, and then my lips and cheeks when I had to pull away for air. I dived back down to slurp at his pulsing head again as the last few spurts came, drawing his orgasm on longer, swallowing every last drop until he had completely stopped and had started to soften again.

I knelt up and scraped the goo off my face, licking my fingers clean. Danny must have noticed my erection because he propped himself up on his elbows and beckoned to me.

“My turn,” he said and got me to kneel over his broad chest, cupping my arse in his hands and pulling me towards him to suck my manhood into his mouth. I stroked his head as he flicked his tongue over the tip and then let it flop against his face as he licked the shaft.

He kept this up for some time, keeping me hard but not quite bringing me to a climax. Then a finger wriggled its way inside my arse, then another, and another, until four of his large fingers were squeezed inside my sphincter, stretching it while he began sucking harder. Trying to make him go faster as my orgasm approached, I pulled his head back and forth until I got so frantic that I accidentally pulled right out of him just as I started ejaculating. Two streams of cum sprayed over his face and the top of his head before he managed to take me back in his mouth. I moaned loudly from his tongue surrounding my cock, still spurting semen into his mouth, some of which he swallowed, whilst more escaped and ran down his chin, and my hands smeared the spunk on his forehead all over it in a sticky coating.

Eventually, the orgasm subsided. He pulled his fingers from my arse, and I gave him a deep kiss on his cum-splattered mouth before collapsing on the bed next to him, panting. Once I had got my breath back, I didn’t feel like lying down anymore and became aware that both of us stank a bit from all our exertions.

“We should shower,” I said

“Good idea.” He got up and stretched. “I do feel a bit sticky, for some reason.”

Laughing, we walked straight out into the corridor, stark naked, and froze.

“Oh!” Bec was the first to speak from the open door to her room by the stairs. She licked her lips and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear as she looked my guest and me up and down, wondering what to say next. Nathan stood in his boxers behind her, making no effort to pick his jaw up from the floor. Eyes finally meeting mine, she said, “I suppose the first rule of a Fight Club watch party is...”