Dan Needs A Public Education

First off, an epic thank you to everyone who got in touch after I finished "Xander Shows Me My Prostate" to let me know what they thought. It was a lot of fun to write, and I was gratified to hear that people enjoyed reading it, too! 

I had more than a few people say that they liked Luka's best friend Dan, and wanted more of him, and I couldn't say I disagreed. So, "Dan Needs A Public Education" is a spin-off that starts when he and Luka are doing their impromptu sexy photoshoot. You're basically seeing that from Dan's perspective, when he only knows of Xander as "X" from spotting him on Luka's phone, and finding out some of the things which he gets excited about as we build up to some adventures of his own. 

I'd love to hear what you think about it - my email is [email protected] - and if you want to read more, I have a number of ebooks available at my site. I actually released a new book just this month: it's called "I Knew I Was In Trouble," and it's all about what happens when your best friend's brother grows up and decides it's time you saw him as sexually as he sees you. Take a look, and let me know what you think! 

-A

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Dan Needs A Public Education

Chapter 1

I can't lie, finding out my "straight" best friend had been secretly getting his back blown out by some random dude came as a shock. Like, not what I'd expect from Luka, at all. Mind blown. Wow. 

It's not like I have a problem with him doing gay shit. Not at all. Just that... well, Luka is like the quiet, shy one among our friends. You only have to say a dirty comment or mention porn and his face goes bright red like a tomato. Hooking up with a guy is totally not the sort of thing you'd think he'd ever do.

And, in kinda the same way, I've always been the... well, the dirty-minded one. I probably started watching porn too young, and it's not like my older brothers were all that quiet about the shit they were trying to get girls to do with them, and so I sort of got exposed me to everything from when I was just in my teens, y'know. 

So you had Luka, who was mister innocent - even if I knew he did have a sex drive, because I was well aware of several girls over the years that he'd been pining for - and then you had me, responsible for bringing the nasty shit to the friendship. The sort of thing that makes him say "Dan, jeez, stop already," even though he knows that 99% of the time that just makes me want to talk about that shit more. 

It doesn't exactly help that my brain periodically gets into these obsessions, I'll be the first to admit it. Well, maybe Luka would be the first to point it out, only he'd say it while rolling his eyes and making me sound like a pervert, whereas I just see it as broadening my horizons courtesy of the internet. 

Anyway, it just means I read about shit, or see it in videos, or whatever, and then I know I have to try it. Preferably get really, really good at it, like edging for days on end or whatever. And since Luka is my best bud, and I want him to feel kick-ass too, I obviously tell him about that stuff as well. Because what sort of friend would I be if I kept the secret to an epic cum to myself? 

He protests, and he accuses me of having a one-track mind, but I know he gets a kick out of it, too. Even if he doesn't try half the stuff I tell him to, but that doesn't matter. It's just fun to have a friend you can talk about this crap with.

So yeah, hearing that mister goodie-two-shoes "stop telling me kinky things" has been getting his ass reamed by some twenty-something guy was, I can't deny it, a surprise. Not, like, a bad surprise, or a terrible one. Just... a surprise. 

If I was pissed, it was because it took an accident for him to tell me, that secretive little shit. Well, that and the fact that he basically kink one-upped me in the process. 

Like, I know it's not a competition or anything, and there are certainly weirder, wilder people than me out there - I should know, I've seen a lot of their videos - but the dynamic has always been me doing the shocking and Luka being the shocked one. Especially with this whole fingering thing that's been rocking my fucking world for the past few weeks. 

I thought I was doing so damn well, with three fingers. And now Luka comes along and says, oh no, you're basically an amateur because I had a whole fucking dick up there. 

The saving grace, I guess, is that he admitted tonight that I was basically the reason this all got started. Not that he gave me the thanks I'd deserve because of it, but that's just my asshole best buddy. Anyway, if I hadn't told him to try playing with his ass while he jerked off, then this "X" guy would've never had the chance to walk in on him doing it, and then they'd not have hooked up in the first place. 

I feel like that makes me a pretty fucking epic friend, quite frankly, even if it wasn't actually intentional. 

Anyway, I doubled-down on that epic shit with the photos I took of him tonight. Like, that was some fucking premium-tier OnlyFans stuff I got of him. 

I really didn't think he'd go for it, the pictures. Like, I've known Luka for what, fifteen years or something. Since we were both three or four at most. So it's kinda like how you know a brother, and what they're gonna get all worked up and stubborn about. Which arguments are worth having, and which are a non-starter.

Half of my brain had been convinced Luka would be a non-starter on those photos. 

Whoever this "X" guy is, though, clearly he's been throwing some switches in my best buddy's head, because it took a lot less effort to persuade him than I'd ever have predicted. Then again, maybe I'd be easier to motivate if I had some bonafide hottie in my messages. 

It's not like I haven't taken dirty pics of myself before. I figure everyone - well, everyone who grew up with the internet - probably has. It's like, sexting social currency or something. You want to get some chick to show you her boobs, you send her a pic of yourself nearly naked or whatever, a bit like collateral. Just to prove you're not some weird collector, that you're a real guy. 

So yeah, there are probably more photos of myself out there in my boxers, or shirtless, or gripping my dick through the sheets, or whatever, than I could start to count at this point. Just cluttering up forgotten chatrooms and instant messengers. It's no big deal. 

Taking pics of someone else, though, that was a whole other level. Like, I've seen plenty of porn, enough to know the right angles at this point. I wasn't lying when I told Luka that I could make him look hot as all fuck; that I knew what I was doing. Somehow it was like all my years looking at dirty shit online had been leading up to tonight. 

The bigger surprise was how quickly he got into it too. I mean, sure, yeah, he was reluctant at first. That's just how Luka's brain works. He needs some coaxing, some persuading. 

It was a double uphill battle, though, because for some reason my best friend has some serious self-image issues going on. Look, I'm not saying either of us are gonna get scouted as catwalk models, but sometimes I think he sees a completely different person when he looks in the mirror, compared to what everyone else is staring at. 

Luka's a good looking guy, basically, and he managed to skip that "bad skin" phase that half our class went through, and honestly I can totally see what a gay or bi or whatever dude would find appealing about him. He's even kinda cute when he blushes; it just makes you want to tease him more and more, until he's squirming. 

The fact he has a pretty big dick doesn't hurt, either. 

We've been buddies a hella long time, but it's not like we just hung out all bricked up with each other. Like, I'd seen his morning wood tenting out his boxers after one of us slept over at the other's house, sure, and I've seen him naked getting changed plenty of times. But absolutely, one-hundred-percent, completely and totally hard? Tonight was the first time. 

And, like, I'm impressed. Luka's got a great dick. 

Not that it's some ridiculous, porn star cock, twelve inches or something crazy. But it's not small, either, and it's thick, and it just looks... pretty. If that's not a weird thing to say about a dick. 

Like, I've seen plenty of them online over the years, and some of them just look... freaky. Seriously lopsided or whatever, or like a bad bologna sausage. They can be hella big, yeah, but they're hella ugly, too. 

Luka's dick is photogenic, instead, and what he's packing looks great on his body. I wasn't lying when I told him he was starting to get some decent muscle, and that his chest was looking better. Not that he's "X" level yet, but then that guy has a few years on my buddy. Plenty of time to catch up. 

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that it didn't take much effort to find a good angle of him. Especially when he pushed his cock up, and it looked even more impressive between his thighs. Luka looked pretty damn amazing like that, staring down at the camera past his thick meat. Guy's a fucking natural. 

I knew he wasn't going to believe me if I told him that, though. Not the way Luka's head is wired. So I took a bunch of shots from that angle, and made him look at them. Even though I could tell he didn't really want to.

You could see the moment it kinda dawned on him. Like, in his face, as if it was one of those old-school low budget sci-fi movie effects, morphing from dismay through to wide-eyed surprise. 

So yeah, I was pretty proud of myself. Felt like I had a right to be, too. 

We could've stopped there. As in, I had zero doubt that this guy he's hooking up with would lose his fucking mind when he saw Luka that way. He was seriously looking cum-in-your-pants good. My problem, though, is that I've always kinda had an issue knowing when to stop. 

My best buddy either protests in those situations, or he just goes along with it. And I wasn't disappointed when it turned out to be the latter, tonight. Not arguing when I nudged his knees a little further apart, repositioning him on the couch. Or, for that matter, when I told him to scoot his ass down, and pull on his cheek.

Seeing him like that, looking down on him through the camera preview screen, as though he was waiting for someone to nail him, I couldn't not let my curiosity get the better of me. Had to know whether this guy had nutted in him, even if I thought Luka would probably refuse to answer. 

It was fucking hot as hell when he admitted the dude had been breeding him. Even more so to be able to stare down and see his hole as he nodded, imagine that guy's dick pushing inside my friend and just unloading in him. I could only guess that Luka was thinking the same thing, when I flipped the phone around and showed him the photos I'd been taking. It's not like his cock got any less hard, or stopped drooling precum on his belly.

I guess, if I'm being honest, I had more than just photos in mind when I told him to sit up and jerk off. Not that Luka did anything but agree when I asked him if he wanted to keep going, but maybe he wasn't thinking I was going to suggest he jack his dick in front of me. Brain not wired to think that way.

It's not like I was thinking of hitting on him, or anything. Luka's my best friend; it'd be totally weird. But I couldn't deny that it was exciting, too, seeing another guy stroking while I took pictures of it happening. Like, it's not something you usually get to watch, not in real life. 

He was self-conscious, that was obvious, but a dude's hand knows what it's doing. Fist making long strokes, all the way down until his fingers were pressed tight against his balls, and then pulling up until he could kinda swirl across the fat, swollen head. Taking full advantage of the fact that he's apparently a fuckin' hose for precum when he's turned on, all that natural lube leaving his shaft glistening as he smeared it along his length. 

I had to tell him to back off, not to cum. Luka flinching at the warning, like he'd got so caught up in himself that he hadn't even realized just how close he was getting to spewing all over himself. 

I'd thought he'd be super-eager to see the results - I know I would be, had the roles been reversed - but it was like he was afraid of what would be on the screen. I mean, sure, I'd snapped a ton of pics, but it was more like Luka was weirded out just from seeing himself like that. Even though, as I said, he looked pretty incredible. 

Picking out a shortlist for him seemed like the easiest way to actually get him to do something - and yeah, there was part of me really, really curious to see what this "X" guy's reaction would be - not to mention it let me sift through all my excellent work. Like, honestly, he could make a fuck-ton of cash on OnlyFans or something. Anyway, I got it down to three, one of each pose, and then made him choose between them. 

There was no denying it, I was fucking turned on like crazy. Not so much from perving on Luka's body as he jacked himself, but more that it felt like this weird, kinda kinky thing guys aren't meant to do together. And there was definitely something there about seeing my best buddy come some way out of his shell. I'd never seen him so worked up, body almost vibrating with an excitement; I was getting off on from just proximity to it. 

Even the way he's talking about the dude, it makes it sound like he's in deep. Not only letting him hit it, but getting his ass ate out, all the cum stuff they're doing. And honestly, Luka admitting he was into the guy would make a lot more sense given how tense and horny he was.

Having him call me out for being boned up, well, that was just the last straw. 

Like yeah, sure, I jerk off a lot. Not with half my hand in my hole every time - that shit takes some effort - but Mother Nature gave me my own personal joystick and you better believe I'll be playing with it every chance I get. And while I might not normally think about doing it with my best buddy sat there watching, the fact that he was still stripped naked from the waist down and had just been rubbing his own dick made it feel like, well, not the taboo it could ordinarily be.

So when Luka said "don't let me stop you," I did what felt right. 

He was watching me, I knew. Not like I was putting on a show with that in mind, but then again I wasn't exactly hiding it either. Long, slow, almost lazy strokes along my dick, my bare leg pressing into his, and my arm draped around his shoulder. Just a couple of bros hanging out and 'bating, nothing wrong with that, right?

And then he showed me what the guy sent back, the picture basically showing him leaning over and his hole totally visible, his fat cock pushed down between his legs, and shit suddenly got serious. Like, I love chicks and I get off thinking about nailing them, but holy hell. The guy was a total fucking stud, and the idea of my eighteen-year-old best friend getting to pound that muscled ass was making my head spin. 

"Fuck, dude, what the hell," I mutter, and realize my hand has gone into serious 'it's time to get off' mode. Because this guy, this dude who managed to turn Luka into someone I don't entirely recognize at the moment, he's managing to be so fucking masculine even though he's begging to get screwed right now. The pose he's in, in the photo, it should be submissive and needy, but yet he's making it look like he's still somehow in charge even if he's imagining Luka's fat dick punching up inside him. 

And now I'm imagining it, and holy fuck that's some mental image. 

Maybe, even though he's looking at his phone screen with these wide eyes, Luka can see how I'm getting caught up in all this shit. Because he's telling me more, now; opening up about it, without me having to squeeze every detail out of him like it's torture or something. Like how the guy discusses his hook-ups with dudes when he's with his girlfriend, a detail which sounds insane to me, and then how he ate his fucking load out of my best buddy's hole after raw-dogging him earlier in the day. 

That's it, I'm done, I'm fucking done. No holding back or stopping it now. 

It's like my fucking nuts are turning inside out. Like they want to rush all the way up my dick and just spray the whole damn room. I'm twitching and clenching as I grip onto Luka's shoulders, and that just tilts me toward him so that the first blast of my cum basically hoses down his crotch. 

It wasn't even my first load of the day, but fuck, it was like a fountain or something. Hot and heavy and slimy all over his cock, and because he hasn't stopped jacking himself either it's basically getting smeared all the way down his shaft, too. Like Luka is pretty much using my cream as lube, as the last few spurts land on my thigh and I watch him, wide-eyed and breathless. 

My fingers have clenched in his hair, tugging so hard it's gotta be painful, but he doesn't seem to care. Just gives himself a final few strokes and now it's his turn to unload. Spraying all over his shirt, Luka making this twisted grunt of a sound that I've never heard come out of him before. 

It felt kinda good to be leaning there against him, both of us trying to get our breathing back down to normal. He'd definitely got the raw end of the deal when it came to getting splattered, though the feeling of cum sliding down my leg wasn't exactly a pleasant one. 

"Dude," I whispered, still kinda shell-shocked, but then I saw Luka's expression. Like he was waiting, to see if I was going to explode in anger or something, and some part of my brain was pointing out no, I'd already exploded and the result was currently dripping down between his legs, and that was such a ridiculous idea that I couldn't help it. I had to laugh.

And once I got started, I couldn't stop. Even as Luka was shushing me, worried I'd wake up his parents. 

That stops me, yeah, because the idea of explaining to his mom and dad why we're sitting here cum-soaked and kinda cuddling into each other... not a conversation I particularly want to have. 

So I did the obvious thing instead, and grabbed his phone and tapped out the message I knew he wanted to send but - if we left it up to him - would probably take an hour of um'ing and ah'ing before he actually did it. Saying "I'm gonna fuck you so hard tomorrow," to this super-hot guy who is into my best buddy, my best buddy who is currently wearing ninety percent of my load and, I'm guessing, still has secrets he's not telling me. 

But that's okay. I know how Luka's mind works, and when he figures it out enough to get the words in order, I'm pretty sure he'll tell me all about it too. 

For now, though, I'm just under a blanket, in his basement on the couch, somewhere that feels almost as familiar after fifteen years of sleepovers as my own bedroom. Replaying the look on his face as he stared at me through the camera, embarrassed and self-conscious and so fucking turned on he couldn't speak. Remembering what he'd told me him and that guy had done together, the stuff which had pushed me over the edge when I was jerking, but that it's only now I can really go back and properly pay attention to. 

And honestly, what he's talking about sounds pretty fucking epic to me.

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That's chapter 1, and who doesn't wish they had a best friend like Dan, right? I'd love to know what you think, so please do shoot me an email if you get the chance (all writers are gluttons for feedback, ha). Don't forget to check out my new story, too 😁