For the third time in as many minutes, Danny shifted in the bed, trying to make himself comfortable. It wasn't easy. He wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone, and in particular, wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone that he actively disliked and mildly feared, while wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.
He'd always wondered why Marcus even bothered to join the school chorus. It wasn't like he needed the extracurricular, given that he was already on the football team. In fact, it had seemed like an insult to Danny, as though he was saying, "Sure, I can do this too. It's not like it's hard. It's not like I have to put effort into it." But the fact of the matter was that Marcus was good. He was really good. And so he was here, with the boys' half of the chorus, in a small hotel room in Washington DC, currently sharing a bed with one Danny Dillano.
They'd drawn lots for the beds, to determine who had to share with who. Marcus would've been Danny's last choice, otherwise. He had never liked Marcus; way too macho, too smug, too quick to hit first and ask questions later, too condescending, too... too everything. And he'd never shown much affection for Danny either—when he even took notice of him at all. It was always sneers and smirks with him.
Danny sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force himself to sleep. He needed to be well-rested for the competition tomorrow; they all did. He supposed he could've easily gotten one of the hotel room's three beds to himself if he'd just come out and told everyone the truth—no straight adolescent male wanted to share a bed with a homo, after all—but more likely they'd just force him to sleep on the floor, and that would've been even more uncomfortable. And there was no way he was coming out to the other guys, anyway. He didn't particularly need any more grief at school.
Danny shifted yet again, towards the center of the bed to give himself more space. Then, feeling the nearby warmth of Marcus's body, he shifted back again. No use. He was going to be tossing and turning all night. He huffed, then stopped himself so he wouldn't wake anyone up.
The center of the bed dipped slightly as Marcus shifted his weight in his sleep, causing Danny to slide down slightly into the depression. He was about to shift himself back to the very edge of the bed once more, when suddenly an arm came up from behind him and wrapped around his middle, yanking him backward. Danny let out of soft gasp of surprise, but before he could utter more than that, the hand attached to the arm came up to slap over his mouth.
"Quiet," murmured a low, soft voice into his ear. "You don't want to go waking anyone up."
He must've woken Marcus with his constant moving, Danny thought, feeling somewhat guilty. He should probably apologize. Then Marcus could roll over the other way and Danny could lie still and maybe finally get some rest and-
Danny's thoughts came to a sudden, crashing halt as he felt the hot, sharp jab of Marcus's erection against the small of his back. The larger boy's hips twitched, rubbing it against his skin.
"Nnn," came the low voice, soft, intimate, breath hot and moist on his ear. "You woke me up in the middle of a really good dream, you know that? All your squirming around. How are you gonna make it up to me?"
Marcus's hand had not moved from over Danny's mouth, so he could not have replied even if he had been able to think of a response to Marcus's strange, arrogant claim. Instead he struggled, trying to free himself from Marcus's grip, but the football player's arm was like an iron bar around his chest.
His struggles caused his hips to rub up against Marcus's, and he was reminded once again—as though he could've forgotten—of the other boy's aroused state. The friction caused Marcus to give a startled little huff.
"Well," came the murmur, "if that's what you want, who am I to turn down an offer like that?"
Danny's mind was only barely forming the question as to what Marcus had meant when Marcus's other hand was on the hem of his boxer shorts, pulling it down. Danny jolted with fear, but he could barely move, and was too terrified to make more than the barest noise. What if someone woke up and saw what was happening? What if they realized the truth about him?
Coherent thinking was becoming harder and harder as Danny felt Marcus guide the head of his dick to Danny's asshole. He squeezed his eyes shut hard as Marcus left it there and moved his hand to Danny's hip instead, grabbing it hard and holding him in place.
Then Marcus started to thrust. It didn't go into him; both of them were dry, and the friction was far too much. But that didn't stop the movement, the thrusts and the intense pressure of Marcus's cock as it drove repeatedly against the tight ring of muscle. Danny bit his lip as his hips were forced backwards to meet the intrusion, jamming against him as though Marcus's cock wanted nothing more than to slide right up into him, to take him and fuck his brains out.
To his complete surprise and against his own will, Danny felt his own cock start to rise in approval of this sentiment. With his arms pinned to his sides, Danny couldn't reach down to touch it, but the pressure was enough. His cock was picturing Marcus fucking him, was enjoying the possessive way that the other boy ground against him, and the feeling of helplessness as he could do nothing but lie there and take it.
Danny was starting to sweat—from fear, heat, from the energy of the friction—and a small rivulet of wetness dripped from the small of his back down the length of his crack. It wasn't much in the way of lubrication, but it was just enough that the very very tip of Marcus's cock began to stretch his anus open and slip inside him. He could feel the soft spongy tip of the head as it nudged into him, rammed forward by the ceaseless motion of Marcus's hips. It wasn't much, barely an intrusion, but the mere thought that Marcus was actually entering him, might push inside him further as they continued to sweat, was enough to bring Danny to complete hardness, cock rigid and painful.
"That's right bitch," Marcus muttered under his breath. Danny wasn't even sure he was supposed to hear it himself. "That's right."
And then there was a blossom of warmth as Marcus came against his ass, some of it squirting up his still tight channel, but most of it splattering in a hot mess against his buttocks.
Marcus gave a soft huff as his body relaxed, and began to pull away. Before he even realized what he was doing, Danny grabbed the hand that hand been holding him in place before it could fully retreat. Before he had time to question his own actions, he brought the hand down between his legs and pressed it to his cock, revealing the evidence of his arousal.
"Ohh," came the soft, mocking whisper in his ear. "That's how it is, huh? I knew you were a little slut. You liked that, huh? You liked it so much, you want me to fuck you?"
Danny's whole body was shuddering under Marcus's words, as though they were teasing caresses. He let out a small whine in the back of his throat, then stopped, afraid to wake someone. If he would have been embarrassed before, how would he feel if the others saw him now, clearly hard with cum staining his ass?
"Alright then," said the whisper, and Danny's mind was such chaos that he was having difficulty understanding the words as they were spoken, "you want to be fucked, you're gonna have to make me ready for it."
Marcus's hands were moving him, and Danny didn't know what was going on. He was confused, disoriented, but he let himself be pushed around by the hands, yanked down under the blankets and forward, turned over—and a hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, and then pushing forward until Danny's nose was buried abruptly in Marcus's pubic hair.
Danny gasped as Marcus's now flaccid member brushed against his lips. He had no particular desire to suck Marcus's cock, but he was not particularly in a position to argue. Marcus had both his hands on the back of Danny's head and was urging him forward, thrusting impatiently with his hips.
Danny opened his mouth and placed it hesitantly on the side of Marcus's member. He'd never gone this far with anyone before—never kissed a boy on the lips, let alone on the... but he'd seen enough porn that he had a general idea what he was supposed to do. He tried to wrap his lips around his teeth to prevent them from scraping.
Marcus's cock twitch questioningly under his lips. It was still soft, but seemed interested in his attentions. Unsure, Danny licked a line down the length of it. It bobbed up immediately, starting to harden once more. Encouraged, Danny licked it again.
Before he could go for a third lick, Marcus, apparently impatient, used one hand to grab his jaw and squeeze, forcing his mouth open, and shoved his cock between Danny's lips and into his mouth. The bitter taste of Marcus's semen lingering on the tip of his cock made Danny wince.
Once it was actually inside Danny's mouth, Marcus's cock hardened so fast it nearly choked him, expanding against the back of his throat and making him gag. He tried to pull back, but Marcus's hands were on his hair again and were holding him still, face mashed against Marcus's crotch.
Marcus didn't particularly thrust into Danny's mouth so much as pulse, swiveling his hips in incredibly small movements while holding Danny's head in place, each tiny motion forcing the cock a little too far down Danny's throat, drawing back not nearly enough, jerking forward once more. Danny's gagging seemed to encourage Marcus, and the hands tightened painfully in his hair.
One thrust came sharper, deeper than the others, and Danny gagged painfully, pushing back against Marcus's hips with his hands, trying to pull away.
To his surprise, Marcus let him retreat, the cock slipping out from between his lips, dripping with Danny's spit, as Danny did his best not to cough or retch too loudly.
He was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and it took him a second to realize he was being moved, being rolled over again, away from Marcus, and that there were hands on him, hands on his butt, hands spreading his cheeks apart-
The pressure was just as intense as last time, the tip of the cock straining and pushing against his anus, but now it was wet and it seemed impossible to stop the forward momentum as it breached him, cleaving open his anus and sinking in, bit by bit. It wasn't a smooth slide, or painless—the spit seemed to dry up remarkably fast to Danny—but it couldn't be stopped, and each thrust sunk Marcus a little deeper into Danny's ass, filling him past the point of thought, drowning him in sensation.
Finally he felt Marcus's hips against his butt and knew that the other boy must be all the way inside, but he felt almost incapable of thinking about it. His mind was reeling in chaos and his entire body was suffused with the sense of penetration, the sense of Marcus resting deep inside him. And then the thrusting began and Danny's whole body convulsed with sensation. Marcus drove home, and again, and the thrusts were painful, but so strangely filling, so thick and deep.
The sharp, harsh thrusts came as before, lubed by Danny's spit and the cum Marcus had left inside him. They were merciless, hands holding Danny's hips in place as cock claimed him, plunged into him over and over. Danny was forced to lift his hands to his mouth to prevent himself from crying out. His own cock, rock hard and bereft in the open air, twitched helplessly.
And then Marcus brushed something inside him, seemingly by accident, and the sensation was too much for Danny to bear. His hands flew down to his own cock, stroking himself desperately, needing to come so badly as shocks of pleasure ravaged his body, screaming down his nerves. He heard Marcus's thick chuckle in his ear as he witnessed Danny's lack of control, but he made no move to help him with his now-weeping erection.
Danny choked down a sob brought on by the sheer overflowing of sensation in his body and came, semen spilling over his desperately clenched fingers and spraying up onto his stomach. His boxers were still around his thighs, he realized in a daze as Marcus's thrusts into his ass continued.
The continued lightning sensations that pulsed through his body made it difficult for Danny to catch his breath after his orgasm, and the sharpness of the pleasure was painful in its over-stimulation. Helpless, Danny writhed against his intruder, bucking his hips back to meet Marcus's thrusts without meaning to.
"Slut-" came the Marcus's choked reaction, but the ending was cut off sharply as his hips bucked, driving him as deep as he could possibly go into Danny's body, and his cum flooded Danny's insides in a bloom of heat.
Both boys lay on the bed, panting softly, as they waited for their heartbeats to slow. Marcus was still buried inside him, and it was only the softening of his cock a few moments later that caused him to slip out of Danny's entrance, leaving a dripping trail of cum in his wake.
There was another moment of silence and then Marcus rolled over, turning his back to Danny. Seconds later, he was snoring softly.
Danny's own eyes felt heavy, his brain fuzzy and tired. He wondered if Marcus would acknowledge what had happened between them when the sun rose. He wondered whether he even wanted that. He wondered if he'd be able to make it to the bathroom in the morning before anyone noticed the cum that was even now dripping out of his ass and down his legs. And then he ceased wondering, and was asleep.