Owen's best friend makes him hard.
He's been in love with Daniel for years, but could never tell him. If Daniel knew how Owen felt about him, Owen knew that he would lose him. And that his heart would break.
Owen dreamed of kissing Daniel, of touching him. But the most they had done was look at porn together. Owen knew that his dreams would never become a reality...
...until Daniel rents some gay porn by accident and he becomes just as hard as Owen...
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December 04, 2009
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Excerpt from Hard by Jamieson Wolf
More than anything, Owen remembered the taste of him.
You never forget the first one. Nineteen and horny, they did what guy friends did together. Daniel and him used look at porn in Owen's bedroom. He could smell it even now: the scent of fresh paint, sweat and heat. He remembered the way Daniel smelled sitting beside him: spicy, as if his skin was burning.
Sometimes, after they were really turned on, they would lie next to each other, rub their crotches together. Sometimes, Daniel would even lie on top of him, pressing his crotch into Owen's.
He remembered how good it felt to rub his body against Daniels. How flushed he got in his cheeks, his crotch so hot it felt as if it would go ablaze. He knew that it wasn't right to get hard when fooling around with another boy.
But Owen wanted to, needed to, anyways.
It had been an eye opener. He had not been able to get an erection while thinking of girls, but one thought of his friend's body pressed against his and he felt hard all over.
Daniel always said he was straight. "I'd never fuck a guy," he'd say. "I wouldn't know what to do." But there would be a look in Daniel's eyes that had made Owen wonder. Sometimes, Owen caught Daniel looking at his crotch, at his hard dick straining against the front of his jeans.
At night, after Daniel had gone home, Owen would lie on his bed and think of Daniel. He pictured Daniel's straight brown hair that framed his face in crude spikes, the greenness of his best friend's eyes.
He would picture the tight mound of Daniel's crotch as his own dick strained against the fabric of his pants.
These thoughts would take him into sleep. In his dreams, he was able to do what he knew could never happen; he was able to touch Daniel. He was able to run his hands all over Daniel's hard body.
He would wake, his sheets soaked with cum, his dick still hard and dripping.
After the euphoria, a slight sadness would settle in. Owen knew that dreams could never be reality. Daniel would reject him if he knew how Owen felt. Owen knew Daniel would never talk to him again if he had any inkling of Owen's feelings.
If Daniel found out, he would leave Owen and Owen would lose the man he loved. He had been friends with Daniel so long that the boy he had been was a thing of the past. Instead, all Owen could see was a gorgeous man.
But Daniel would never love him back.
All that Daniel worried about came into sharp focus on a hot summer afternoon. The windows were open and a light summer breeze filled the air. Owen's parents were at the cottage and he had the house to himself.
Except for Daniel that is. Knowing that Owen had the house to himself, Daniel had rented some porn and was brining it over with a few stolen beers. Owen wondered if it was wise to drink something that would lower his inhibitions around Daniel.
He had enough of a hard time controlling himself around his friend as it was.
But Owen could never say no to Daniel. Not for anything.