User:GayAnon/Gay Bar/

Base Prompt
None, this one's one of those stories I just kinda started with a vague idea of where I wanted to go with it. I put this up on Rentry in February 2022, not sure just how old the story itself is, probably somewhere around that time.

Summary
The piano player at a gay bar ends up having to comfort a sweet guy that's coming fresh off a nasty breakup. When it seems that his mental state is worse than first thought, the two stick together and head back to his apartment, where they eventually move on to careful, gentle intimacy.

Story
It's a pretty rainy night. Of course it is, it rains all the damn time here. At least that means that my place has plenty of business, which is good from a standpoint of staying employed. The thing is that I play the piano at the local gay bar. It's a pretty sweet gig, all things considered, just play some tunes for a while and get paid decently with some good perks on top. Not to mention, I get to scope out some of the cuties at the bar all the while, and being the piano player gives you a lot of good opportunities for pickup lines.

However, I have never really committed to a full time relationship so far, sticking largely to one night stands. Not that I've ever given anybody the impression that it would be more, I wouldn't be that kind of asshole leading people on. I was in the market for a quick fling, so were they, and it worked out for us, then we parted ways.

But being a fixture at this club had some additional roles that I would end up filling. For instance, I eventually became the unofficial shoulder to cry on. Whenever the bartender would spot someone clearly nursing a bad breakup or something like that that could end up being trouble if they drank too much, I'd be the guy to try and get them into a better mood. I'm not exactly a therapist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do know how to listen. Tonight, however, it would seem that I'm the one to spot someone troubled. I'm playing my piano as usual, but that also gives me an opportunity to scan the bar, and I spot one guy in particular that catches my eye. Prettiest little thing I've seen here in a long time - short, curly blond hair, a downright angelic face... he seems like he should be able to have anybody. But there he is, sitting at the bar, alone, not even with a drink. Just sitting there. He looks lost. And sad.

After my set, I carefully make my way over to him and sit down at the bar next to him.

"Hey there, I noticed you don't have anything to drink. Would you like me to buy you a cola or something?" I ask. Whenever I offer a guy a drink, it's always something non-alcoholic. Last thing I want is to look like I just want to get a guy drunk.

The guy turns to me, looking up, his eyes still red. "Yeah, sure," he says. "I'll take whatever."

I make a quick motion to the bartender, and soon enough, two glasses of cola are standing in front of us. For a bit, I say nothing, just letting him take a few sips to maybe relax a little. I wait until he takes another sip before continuing.

"...what happened? You can tell me; nobody here will judge you." I say gently. "We've all been down in the dumps before here. This is a place for outcasts, misfits and rejects. And we take care of our own."

He doesn't say anything at first. In fact, he just continues to stare at the glass in front of him, taking tiny sips. "...it wasn't supposed to turn out this way..." he murmurs.

I decide to try changing the subject a bit to try and get him to open up. "What's your name? I'm Jake."

"...Daniel, I guess." His voice is barely audible, and it sounds as though he didn't quite mean for anyone to hear him.

"Nice to meet you, Daniel." I reply. After another moment, I try prying just a little bit. "...what wasn't supposed to turn out this way?" I inquire.

"Well..." He hesitates again, glancing around. Nobody else is paying attention to us anymore anyway, so it shouldn't matter what he does now. "...she was perfect. Everything I wanted." He sighs heavily. "And she broke up with me, saying that I couldn't give her what she needed... I tried everything. We talked, we kissed, we made love... but she just said no. Said that it felt fake to her somehow."

"Now this might be out of line, and if so, I apologize... but I bet it didn't feel real to you either, did it?" I chime in. I'm going on a hunch here, but let's face it, if a straight guy gets dumped and his first destination is a gay bar, then he's probably questioning himself.

His brow furrows, and finally, after several moments of silence, he responds quietly, "You're right... I knew it. That's why this hurts so much."

"That makes sense," I admit, nodding slowly. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"What am I gonna do?! She's gone! I've got nowhere left to go!" He nearly shouts angrily, slamming his fist down on the countertop.

Shit, this guy is hurting bad, and I hate seeing people hurt, especially when it comes to relationships. "Shit, hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. Look, if you want, I'll leave. I didn't mean to insult you." I offer sincerely. The last thing I want is for him to get mad.

"No, don't fucking leave me alone!" He yells at me, and I almost flinch back in shock. Then he immediately softens, grabbing hold of my wrist, and his hand is shaking. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just... so angry. So, so angry. I didn't realize that I was that angry at all, until just now." He mutters under his breath, staring at the ground.

"...you want a hug?" I suggest cautiously. A lot of guys won't take well to being hugged by strangers. Hell, some guys even don't like to be touched at all these days. However, judging from the way he was crying earlier, and the tears that he was trying so hard to hide, I think that I know that this isn't one of those cases.

"Y-yeah, actually... yeah. Sure. I need a hug. Can I... can I get a hug?" He asks me, and I nod, getting up off the bar stool and spreading my arms out. As he moves forward, I pull him close to me, wrapping him in a warm embrace. For a moment, I simply stand there, holding onto him tightly, feeling his body tremble. When he starts sobbing against my chest, I wrap my arms a little tighter around him, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Some might have apprehensions about starting to cry in a public place like this, but the regulars here know better. Like I said to him earlier, this is a place where outcasts come to belong. I've never heard of any complaints regarding hugs, so I assume that nobody would have a problem with me hugging him. After all, I've never gotten a complaint before in the ten years that I've been playing at this bar.

After a while, the sobs subside somewhat, and he lets out a deep, heavy sigh. I can see the stress drain away from his face, replaced instead by resignation. Finally, when the waterworks stop altogether, we break apart and he wipes away a stray tear from his cheek with a sleeve.

"Thank you... thank you, that was wonderful." He whispers, smiling faintly.

"Anytime, buddy." I grin. I may not be much of a counselor, but I do my best to help people out. "Hey, I've got to go play another set, but once I'm done, I'll be right back with you, OK? If you wanna talk some more, I'd love to, but otherwise, I understand if you want to take some time for yourself."

He nods silently, and I head up to the stage and take my seat at the piano. Grabbing the microphone, I speak to the crowd. "Hey, this next set goes out to those that have lost something or someone recently. I know it hurts, and I know that you feel completely alone in your pain. But trust me, you're not the only one who feels this way, and neither am I." The room falls silent, listening intently to what I'm about to say. "But there is light at the end of the tunnel, because you're going through something that other people have experienced themselves - and have overcome - so it's possible for you too! And you know what... you just might find whatever you're looking for tonight, right here. Just remember: We're here to help."

With that, I begin to play. My fingers dance across the keys, moving faster than they ever have before, and more powerfully than ever too. I channel the music into my heart and soul, making sure that it reaches every person in the room. It's my gift, my talent - my magic. Occasionally, I look back over towards Daniel as I play, and he seems captivated, leaning forward slightly in anticipation, eyes locked on mine as the notes fill the air, filling the entire space between us with sound.

It's a beautiful performance, and it brings everyone together. Usually, I will admit that I phone it in at times, as my piano playing is just supposed to fill the air a bit. But right now, I'm playing for him. For Daniel. When I finish up the second set, I make my way back to where Daniel sits at the bar. He has a small smile on his lips and looks like he hasn't stopped thinking about me since our conversation just now. Smiling, I sit back down on the bar stool next to him. "Did you like the music?"

He grins sheepishly at me. "Yeah... wow."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. What can I get you now? Another soda? Or maybe some food?"

"A sandwich would be great," he replies quickly. "Whatever you're having would work fine."

"Yeah, I think I could go for one too." I say before looking towards the bartender. "Hey, Jack, hit me up with two of your specials, alright? Put 'em on my tab."

Jack nods and disappears into the kitchen as I look over towards Daniel. "Alrighty then, sandwiches it is."

Before long, both sandwiches are ready, and Jack brings them out to us. He sets one down in front of Daniel first, and then hands the other one to me. Daniel grabs a fork and digs into his sandwich as I eat slowly and mindfully, savoring each bite and every moment.

Eventually, after finishing up half of my meal, Daniel breaks the silence. "...thanks again." He says quietly.

I look up from my plate and look over towards Daniel. "For what?"

"...for talking to me... for helping me out..." He trails off. For a moment, his expression becomes troubled, before he manages to force a weak smile onto his lips again. "Thanks for not judging me... you were right, that didn't feel real to me either. I thought that I had feelings for her, but I guess I was wrong. I didn't know how to feel anything for her when she started to push me away..."

"Don't blame yourself for what she did." I reply gently. "If anything, she should be blaming herself for hurting you. Don't worry; you're not alone in this; you just gotta take things one day at a time, keep yourself occupied."

"How can I forget her though?" He whines softly. "She was the only good thing in my life... I don't know how I'm going to cope without her." His voice quivers as he speaks. "God damn it, I wish she hadn't done this to me... I'm gonna kill myself..."

Quickly, I grab his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... hang on. Just... take a deep breath, OK?" I murmur soothingly. "You're gonna be alright, just take it easy..."

"...I told her I loved her and she just laughed at me..." He rages at me. His face is bright red, and he's trembling violently. "...she laughed at me... just laughing and walking away... I can't live with this. It hurts so bad..."

At this point, I outright force him into an embrace again. I don't know if it'll help, but I have to try. I wrap him up tight and rub his back gently, trying to soothe him enough so that he stops panicking. Eventually, after a few moments, I feel him calm down a bit, and he takes a deep breath.

"...thank you, Jake. I don't know what happened to me... but you helped me snap out of it just now." He murmurs gratefully.

"You're coming with me tonight. Or I'm coming with you. Either way, I'm not leaving you alone tonight. I'm going to be honest with you: You scare me right now, Daniel. There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go home alone tonight. Not when I think about what you just said. Maybe you want to die. That may be. But I want you to live. You're such a beautiful guy, that honestly, you could pick up half the people here just with a smile. Even if we've only known each other for like an hour... I already care deeply about you. So, come with me tonight, please?"

The seriousness of my response catches him off guard. He opens his mouth as if to say something else, before closing his eyes briefly, nodding solemnly at me. "...OK. Yeah. I get that." He murmurs quietly.

Sighing heavily, I reach over the table and grasp his hand again. "I... I'm sorry if I got heavy. But I'm serious... the way you just casually threw out 'I'm gonna kill myself' really, really scares me. I mean, it sounds like suicide ideation. So, even if you don't actually want to commit suicide, I think that you're not in a good space mentally right now."

His eyes widen at the mention of suicide. "Oh man... why didn't I even realize?" He asks sadly, shaking his head. "Why the fuck do I even say shit like that?! I never used to be a fucking asshole!" He shouts out loud. "I didn't even realize how depressed I was until now..."

"I'm sure it comes from all the pain you've been through recently," I answer gently, squeezing his hand. "That kind of depression can build up overtime, leading someone to become a little less sensitive to their own thoughts and emotions in general. Maybe your relationship with your former girlfriend was always doomed to fail and you just thought it was working out, pushing all those negative emotions to the back and letting them build up until it all spilled over. I don't know. But I want to try my best to support you, OK?"

He smiles at me, seeming to relax slightly. "I appreciate that, Jake... more than words can say."

"C'mon. That set was my last of the night, so I'm off work now. We can head out and spend some time together, just relaxing, y'know?"

"Yeah..." He nods slowly, still not fully convinced of his ability to trust anyone anymore. We stand up and leave the bar. Daniel doesn't seem to have an umbrella for the rain, so we share mine, which does lead to him having to nestle up close to me to not get wet.

"Alright, so, do you want to come over to my place, or do you want to go back to your place?" I ask him.

"My place would probably be better... I dunno if I'm comfortable going to yours yet..." He suggests nervously.

"Yeah, that's fine with me." I agree.

Once outside, we hurry back into my car. Then, I start driving to Daniel's place as he gives directions. As we drive along in relative silence, I take in the scenery around me. At least, I do until Daniel decides to speak.

"So... are you seeing someone?" He suddenly asks me, looking straight at me. "I don't wanna pry... I know that's a pretty personal question..."

"No," I respond simply. "I haven't had a boyfriend for over a year now."

Daniel blinks at this revelation and looks surprised as he looks away. "...sorry." He mutters under his breath. "I shouldn't have asked."

"...it's fine." I tell him with a warm smile. "But yeah, I haven't gotten any action for quite a while now."

"Oh. Wow..." He whispers. "I can't believe that... I mean, that must suck."

Looking over towards him, I can see that there is sadness etched onto his features once more. He looks exhausted by whatever he's been through lately, but I have no idea what exactly that might be. It's obvious that he hasn't had many positive interactions with others lately, and he doesn't have many people left who he trusts.

"C'mon, let's not worry ourselves with the past. Let's let tonight be just tonight, OK?"

After a brief pause, Daniel chuckles lightly. "...yeah, you're right."

As we make our way up to Daniel's apartment complex, it finally hits me just how late it has grown. The parking lot is mostly empty as Daniel walks ahead of me, fumbling for the key to his door and eventually opening it. Once inside, Daniel closes the door behind me and turns towards me with a shy smile. "...I'm sorry about asking about your sex life earlier. I didn't mean to bring it up..."

"It's OK, it really is," I chuckle at the apology. "I don't mind you being curious. So, what do you wanna do? Just watch TV with some beers or something like that?"

"Yeah, I could do that for now," he replies with a slight nod. "I'm not super tired, so I could stay awake long enough to drink some beer with you."

"Cool. Well, lead the way." I reply with another smile, moving forward into his living room. He goes over and grabs two cold beers from the fridge and hands me one. He sits on one side of the couch, and I sit on the other side. For about an hour, we just talk as Daniel tells me all sorts of stuff about himself, from growing up, getting bullied as a kid, and even his current job at a fast food restaurant. Eventually, after drinking two cans each of his beer, I decide to pop a more intimate question to see how he reacts.

"So, uh... you had a girlfriend, right?" I ask cautiously, taking a sip of my beer.

He looks confused and takes a sip of his own drink as well. "Y-yes..." He answers slowly.

"And after she broke up with you, you went to a gay bar, which is where we met tonight. Right?" I continue, watching Daniel carefully for any sign of discomfort or anger.

"Yes... I suppose so..." He says hesitantly, giving me a look.

"...I guess what I'm getting at is... why a gay bar? There's so many regular bars in this town. Why specifically did you go to a gay bar?" I ask, tilting my head curiously. "Not trying to be rude, I'm genuinely interested..."

"Uhhm..." He pauses briefly. "Well, when I was in school... I kinda experimented with guys. When I was in high school, I was in love with one guy, but when I told him... it was... bad." His voice becomes shaky at this point. "When he rejected me, it hurt so badly that I started thinking about killing myself." A tear starts trickling down his cheek. "I was too young to handle that rejection, so I just stopped talking to everyone for a few months."

At this point, I am completely taken aback by this revelation. I didn't even know this aspect of Daniel's story. And it wasn't something he was proud about either; instead, he seemed rather ashamed and embarrassed to admit it now. Still though, it seems that he wants to unburden himself, despite how much it might upset him.

"So you had a bad experience with a guy back then... and now a bad experience with a girl." I offer gently.

He nods weakly, wiping away the tear on his face. "...I'm sorry I'm spilling my guts out to you like this..."

"...don't apologize." I assure him firmly. "That's what I'm here for. But... I guess what I'm really getting at is... does that mean you're curious?"

"About what?" He asks with uncertainty in his tone. "What are you getting at?"

"Well... I mean... curious about... y'know, men." I mutter awkwardly.

"Uh, well, I'm not sure..." Daniel stutters uncomfortably. "I mean... I've done stuff before... but nothing serious... I'm not really ready to date right now anyway."

"Fair enough," I shrug. "But, like... I want to offer you something. That tonight, we leave all sorts of expectations and everything behind. Just you, and me, together in your bed. What happens, happens. And tomorrow, we can figure out what it all means. Sorry if I'm coming off like a creep, but... I dunno, it just kinda seems like you need some intimacy tonight."

He furrows his brow and frowns at this. "...you're offering yourself to me? Are you serious?"

"Sure. If that's what you want, I'll happily oblige," I say with a warm smile. "I like you, Daniel. I really do. And if you want me to sleep over tonight and spoon you, then I will gladly do so. Because I think you're cute, and you deserve to feel good tonight."

There's silence between us, broken only by the sound of our drinks being sipped from the bottles.

Finally, he sighs heavily and leans back against the couch. "Alright..." He mutters quietly, closing his eyes. "I'm not gonna lie... I've wanted this since we first met." He opens his eyes again and stares directly into mine. "You've helped me a lot already, so... I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want you too."

"So... are we ready for bed?" I ask him. "I can help undress you if you like..."

He blushes lightly at my suggestive comment but remains silent for a moment longer. Then, he reaches out and grips my hand tightly in both of his own. Slowly, he gets up from the sofa and stands next to me. Before heading for his bedroom, he turns around for me to follow. After walking into his room and shutting the door behind me, he turns around and begins taking off his clothes slowly, timidly. Once he's down to his underwear, he turns around and places his arms around my neck in order to pull me closer. Then, with slow motions and gentle touches, he pushes my shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest to him. With the same tenderness in his touch, he moves my jeans down my legs until they fall to my ankles, leaving me in my underwear as well.

"You're eager, huh?" I ask with a smile. Without saying a word, Daniel takes me by the hand and leads me over to the bed. He lays down on the bed as I lay beside him with a soft giggle. Carefully, he pulls the sheets over the two of us, wrapping himself around me as we cuddle closely together. He rests his head on my shoulder and buries himself into me.

After a while, Daniel finally speaks up again. "Thank you, Jake..." He whispers softly into my ear. "For everything... I don't know how I can ever repay you." He kisses me on the cheek as I hold back a happy smile. "I... I really hope we can be friends... I want to be able to trust someone else as much as I trust you..."

"Don't worry about that," I reassure him with a small laugh. "As long as you'll have me, I'll always be there for you. You're safe with me, okay?"

The corners of his lips turn upwards slightly, making me chuckle lightly at his reaction. Then, Daniel snuggles deeper into me, holding me tight against his body.

"Daniel... if you want to experiment..." I whisper into the air next to him, trailing off. "...that's fine with me. I'm open to it. But... please don't force yourself to do anything."

He looks over at me for a second, still buried deep within my embrace. "...what do you mean?"

"Anything you might want to try. Kissing... touching... maybe even more." I tell him, stroking his hair gently with my free hand. "But, if you wanna wait till you're ready, that's cool too. Just let me know what you want, alright?" He looks into my eyes, seeming uncertain and conflicted by what I'm telling him. But then, after a minute or so, his breathing starts getting a little bit quicker. "...are you excited?" I murmur into his ear seductively. "Tell me what you're feeling inside." His body stiffens up as he starts trembling a little, and he starts gasping for breath as he begins wriggling under the covers. "Oh, shit... I didn't mean to make you nervous. Please, relax..."

After a short pause, he breathes out deeply. "I'm scared..." Daniel whispers. "I've never felt like this before... not about a guy..." He bites his lip nervously and continues shaking. "Jake, I'm starting to feel really hot... why are you doing this? Don't you hate me? I'm such an idiot..." His words become softer as he starts whimpering a little in my arms. "I'm just so fucking stupid for falling in love with a gay guy... why is it happening? Why did it happen? Why do I keep having these feelings for a guy? It makes no sense!" He breaks into tears again, burying his face against my chest. "Please... Jake, I... I love you... please stop teasing me... I'm sorry... it's just..." The sobs begin pouring out of him uncontrollably now as I caress his back.

At this point, all I can do is hold him tight and stroke his back lovingly. This has all happened so suddenly, I thought everything was fine until he just worked himself up into a panic attack without warning. I knew how important this night was to him; I could see the happiness in his expression earlier. So it came as quite the shock that he had gotten so emotionally affected all of the sudden. At least now though, he seems to calm down somewhat, and he's just crying silently in my arms.

"It's OK, Daniel," I whisper soothingly into his ear. "If you really love me... I'll love you back."

He whimpers in reply and clutches onto me tighter as he cries. My heart goes out to him; he must have been through so much crap in his life to put up with the way he has for so long. Now though, I get a chance to give him some relief and show him just how wonderful things can be when people are truly loved. All he needs is someone who cares for him, and that's exactly what I plan on being for him. Eventually, his crying subsides into sniffling breaths, which then becomes quiet sobbing eventually. His whole body shivers as he holds me close to him, hugging me tightly while he tries to catch his breath.

Eventually, I notice that he stops moving. He lifts his head up to look at me with watery eyes, sniffling gently as he struggles for air. Finally, he manages to take a shaky breath. "...I'm sorry..." He says quietly, wiping away the tear on his face. "I'm just so overwhelmed by everything that I couldn't help it."

"Shhh, it's alright," I tell him comfortingly. "So... you love me, huh?" I then ask with a coy smile on my face.

"Yes, I think... I mean... yes... I definitely do." He replies shyly. "I've never had anyone care about me like you do... and it feels amazing."

Ever so carefully, I give him a soft little kiss on his forehead. "Good, because... I really love you too, Daniel."

"Oh... oh God, Jake..." He moans softly as he hugs me tight again. "I can't believe this is happening... you're making me lose control over myself..." His voice gets a little louder as he squeezes me even harder against his chest, causing me to start laughing quietly.

"It's OK... I know you've been holding back. Maybe we can cut loose a little..." I suggest as I rub his back affectionately. "We can go as far as you want. Whatever makes you happy, right?"

He hesitates briefly before answering me with another small nod. "Y-Yeah..." He whispers. "I'll never regret any of this... ever."

"That's the spirit. No regrets. Nothing but love." I assure him as I lean in for a second peck on his lips. "So... wanna get out of our undies? They feel so constricting right now..."

"Fuck yeah..." He whispers huskily before kissing me once more. With a groan of pleasure, he reaches down between us and pulls my underwear down, allowing them to slide off completely. Then, he grabs his own waistband and slides them down his thighs, kicking them aside.

"You ever been naked in bed with another boy before?" I ask him with a smirk.

"No." Daniel shakes his head and giggles nervously. "This is new to me too, actually."

"Well, if it's your first time... then I better make it special. So c'mon, Daniel... tell me what you want." I instruct him as I roll us over and pin his upper body against my own, giving us easy access to each other.

Daniel looks up at me with wide eyes and takes a deep breath before speaking up. "I... I want to feel you inside me... Jake..." His voice grows quieter as he starts to pant heavily and grind against my pelvis. "Please, please fuck me..."

"Oh, eager, aren't we? Well, I can't very well refuse." I tease him playfully, getting out of the bed and digging around in the pile of clothes. Eventually, I manage to find the little tube of lube I always keep around, along with the condom pack I bought today. Once I return to the bed and place the items next to him on the bedside table, I climb back into the sheets beside him. Then, I grab the lube, spreading some onto my fingers. "You ready? It'll be cold. Don't worry though, it won't hurt."

With an anxious smile, he nods eagerly as he stares into my eyes intently. I slowly reach down, guiding my lubed fingers towards his ass. After a moment's hesitation, he lets out a loud moan as I spread my slick finger over his hole gently. Once it's coated with the slippery fluid, I press my index finger into his ass slowly and smoothly. Then, he gasps loudly as I push a second digit into him as well. He winces a bit at first, but after a few moments, he relaxes and begins pushing back against my hand.

"Just relax... I need to get you ready, OK? I really, really don't want to hurt you by accident... please be patient." I whisper reassuringly, stroking his hair gently while working my fingers in and out of his asshole. Slowly, gradually, Daniel relaxes his body more and more until finally, his muscles seem to melt into mine. We move in sync together as I continue pumping both of my digits inside of him, spreading the slick substance around and loosening him up.

Once we've got ourselves nice and comfortable, I decide it's finally time. Reaching over, I pull the rubber wrapper from one of the condoms and toss it aside, then work it onto my erect cock. Finally, I grab some more of the lubricant, this time applying it directly to my dick as well.

"Alright... you ready? Are you sure?" I ask Daniel with a smile, stroking his shoulder lightly. "Because this will be the most important part of this whole night."

His lips curl upwards into a small grin as he whispers quietly in reply. "I'm ready."

Then, I line up the tip of my erection with his opening, pressing against it for just a brief instant, testing it for size. When I determine that it fits snugly enough, I slowly ease it inside of him. He gives a slight whimper at first as he adjusts to my size, then quickly starts moaning softly as I push it deeper and deeper into him inch by slow inch. Eventually, I'm buried as deep as I possibly can be into his tight little butt, filling him entirely and forcing him to squeeze around me tightly. The sensation causes me to shudder slightly as I grip him tighter still.

"Is it OK? I'm not hurting you, right? Do you wanna stop?" I question him worriedly.

He takes a shaky breath before whispering. "N-no... it doesn't hurt... I can take it..."

"Are you sure? You sound kind of nervous..." I tell him, rubbing his back lovingly while trying to reassure him. "You don't have to force yourself for my sake, Daniel. If you're uncomfortable or not feeling it anymore, let me know alright?"

With a sigh, he whimpers softly as he shakes his head. "It feels great... please, keep going..."

"OK, I'll be gentle then. Just try to relax... it'll be easier if you don't tense up, OK?" I repeat his words back to him as I begin moving as slow as I can without losing the rhythm completely. Then, after a brief pause, I slowly start pulling out until only the tip remains inside him, before pushing back in with steady, careful thrusts.

Daniel whimpers as I penetrate him again, gripping me tightly to his body. His hips follow my motions, matching every one of my movements, which is exactly what I wanted. He really does seem into it, which is amazing considering how nervous he was earlier. With every passing moment, he seems to grow more and more comfortable with it, which is a good thing. The faster he gets used to it, the better.

After a couple of minutes of steady, very careful fucking, Daniel begins panting in time with my movements. His mouth is hanging open slightly and his eyes are closed tight. Every few seconds, he makes a cute little whimpering noise, as though he's trying to hold back a scream. It's adorable really, and I hope to god he's having fun. Because I sure am.

"Tell me... how does it feel?" I whisper into his ear as I continue moving my hips in and out of his ass.

"I-It's... so amazing..." He replies breathlessly. "I... I never knew I could feel something like this..."

I smile softly, stroking his hair as I continue plunging into him slowly. "Good, because I don't want to stop just yet either... I wanna make you feel even better."

"Mm... yes... please..." He whimpers softly as he clenches around me tighter, seemingly unable to hold back any longer. "Don't stop... I can't take it any longer..."

With a happy smile, I begin increasing my speed just slightly. In no time at all, Daniel is moving with me, moaning softly and panting heavily as he grinds against my pelvis. After a minute or two, he finally reaches his breaking point, and with a loud cry of pleasure, he squirts onto the bed sheets, causing me to release my load as well, the condom holding back just enough to prevent any mess.

The two of us lie there for several long moments, panting and enjoying each other's warmth. Eventually, though, Daniel seems to realize just how much he enjoyed that, as his body relaxes and his breathing slows back down. Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks up at me with a smile, his cheeks flushed slightly pink.

"Wow... that was incredible..." He whispers quietly.

"Thank you," I reply back simply, sliding back a bit to let him catch his breath. "I'm glad you liked it. I love you, Daniel."

He blushes a bit more and wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder and giving me a tight hug. "I love you too... so, so much..." He whispers.

Eventually, we both pull away from each other, and we begin cleaning up. Daniel is surprisingly fast at getting himself clean, which is nice. It means I have more time to take care of myself. Once we're both done, I lay down beside him and wrap him in a warm embrace, kissing his cheek affectionately.

"So... did you have fun?" I ask him. "Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?"

He blushes a bit more, looking down shyly. "Uh... yeah... it was amazing..." He says quietly. "I've never felt anything like that in my life..."

"That's good, right?" I ask him, smiling down at him. "I'm glad you had fun. I would've been so sad if you hated it."

He sighs happily as he leans into me. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to worry you..."

I place a hand on his chest and push him gently back down to the bed. "I was worried about you. But it's OK. I worry because I care. That's why I want you to tell me what you're feeling. Don't worry about things bothering me, OK? I just want you to be honest with me."

"Oh... OK..." He says softly as he buries his face into my chest again.

Then, after a minute or two, he hesitantly speaks up. "Um... Jake... can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything." I murmur, stroking his hair soothingly.

"What happens now?" He asks softly. "Is this going to happen again? Will you stay with me tonight?"

I laugh and shake my head. "Of course. I'll stay for you as long as you'll have me. I may only have known you for a night... but I'm going to do whatever I can to spend as much time with you as possible."

"Oh... thank you..." He murmurs quietly, leaning back into my chest again.

And so, we fall asleep, cuddling together under the covers.