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He quickly leaned down and began to suck Carter's dick. Peter walked into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. There they were on the couch, naked, Alex sucking Carter's cock. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Alex … what … ?" is all he could manage to blurt out. Alex let Carter's dick slip from his mouth, taking it into his hand and stroking it. "Hey, Peter. We might have to miss the fireworks in town, but we can have our own here. Come on in and join the party," Alex said, having rehearsed the line in his head during the wait. He didn't want Carter's strong hand on his throat again.
"You fuckers!" Peter shouted, clenching his fists. "Alex, I thought you cared about me, but you're just a slut! And you, Carter, how could you do this to Daniel? You know he loves you. Is everyone I know a cheat?" Peter screamed.
Carter took over, as he had instructed Alex, who said nothing. "Oh, grow up, you spoiled little shit. Daniel may love me, but I don't care about that. I blew him off him last March, and he never cheated on you. He was a nice fuck, but that's over. Besides, your little fling with Alex here doesn't exactly make you faithful either, so get naked and let's have some fun," Carter taunted, his heart racing, hoping that he had accomplished his mission.
Peter stood in total disbelief and anger, yet began to settle down and absorb what he had just seen and heard. "You're just trash, both of you," he said. "Then go fuck yourself," Carter smirked. Peter turned around and stormed out of the house.
Alex sat up, looking at Carter. "You just fell on your own sword, didn't you?" he asked, now understanding what was going on. "Don't think about it, but never fuck with Peter again," Carter said, getting up and dressing himself.
Looking down at him with piercing eyes before he left, Carter said, "mention this to anyone else, and I'll tear you to shreds, Alex. I mean it."
The fireworks began as Peter walked down the street. He paused for a moment, only long enough to look up at the first blast that illuminated the sky, hearing the faint cheer coming from the crowd in town.
His mind swirling, Peter made his way to Daniel's house and saw that it was completely dark. He rang the bell, but there was no answer. Sitting down on the front steps, Peter curled his arms and knees tightly against his chest, slowly beginning to rock.
It was all so confusing, too complicated, yet somehow easy. Another burst of fireworks exploded overhead.
"Grow up, you spoiled little shit," coursed through Peter's mind. Perhaps it was time to do exactly that. Carter had just been using Daniel, who hadn't cheated on him after all. Alex was the same, and Peter had been taking advantage of that situation to hurt Daniel. He was indeed a spoiled little shit, Peter decided, as well as a cheater himself.
He rocked himself slowly, listening to the fireworks explode and the crowd cheer until silence fell over the night. Peter continued to wait, and finally saw Daniel walking up the sidewalk, dimly lit by the streetlight on the corner. "Hey, dick-licker," Peter said.
Daniel froze in place, looked up to see Peter on the steps, and wondered how Carter would know that he might visit.
"Hey, pecker-eater," he softly replied. "Mind if I come in?" Peter asked, Daniel now approaching him. "I've been hoping for it," Daniel said, opening the door.
They entered the house and Daniel flipped on the light. He turned to face Peter, who wrapped him in a tight embrace. "I've been such a selfish ass. Please forgive me," he whispered into Daniel's ear. Completely taken aback, Daniel couldn't understand how or why things were unfolding like this, and pulled back to look into Peter's eyes. "Are you alright?" Daniel asked, terribly concerned. "I am now," Peter answered.
Without saying a word, Peter took his hand and led him up the stairs to Daniel's room. Turning on a small lamp, he took Daniel into his arms and kissed him. It was a gentle, passionate kiss filled with love. He withdrew and gazed into Daniel's eyes, then reached down and pulled off his own sandals, shorts and underwear. After stripping off his shirt, Peter took Daniel into his arms again, kissing his neck.
Daniel was in a daze, but slowly ran his hands over Peter's smooth back and ass. Peter grabbed Daniel's shirt and pulled it over his head, then dropped to his knees. He slowly opened the snap on his shorts and lowered the zipper. Daniel closed his eyes as Peter gently lowered his shorts and white briefs, unable to believe that all of his dreams were coming true in one day.
After stripping him naked, Peter sensuously kissed his way up Daniel's smooth body, flicking his tongue around his belly-button and teasing his little nipples, finally cradling his face with both hands. Daniel was again transfixed by the honey sparkles in his eyes as Peter said, "God, I never knew how much I really loved you … until now."
Peter drew his body against him, kissing Daniel's sweet lips, who could feel the passion building. Their cocks were hardening quickly as they ground together, sliding their hands over each other; groping, touching, gently squeezing.
Peter broke away and, with his usual frankness, said, "fuck me, Daniel, please fuck me." Peter laid down on Daniel's bed, wrapping his arms under his knees and pulling his legs back. Daniel knelt on the bed facing him, slowly stroking his cock, now oozing pre-cum. He gently swirled the head around Peter's tight, little hole, then slid into him, falling forward onto his elbows. Daniel kissed Peter sensuously, then buried his face into his neck and began to thrust.
"Oh, yes, Daniel," he softly moaned, "love me." Daniel picked up speed as his aching cock plunged deeply into Peter's hot ass, holding him closer and feeling Peter's hard dick grind against his belly. Daniel hadn't fucked anyone since last March, and couldn't hold out long. He furiously pounded into him and, when he heard Peter grunt and felt his hot goo erupt between them, Daniel blasted jet after jet of sperm into his boiling cavern. "Oh, oh, oh," he panted into Peter's neck as he drained his balls, collapsing his full weight onto him. Peter held Daniel tightly, wrapping his legs around him, both exhausted.
"Hey, dick-licker, we're a mess, aren't we?" Peter softly asked. Daniel, his limp cock still inside him, said, "I guess so, pecker-eater." They got up and took a shower together, after which Daniel settled closely next to Peter's soft body.
As they spooned, Daniel asked, "why did you come back tonight?" Peter was feeling guilty and didn't want to hurt him, but decided to tell Daniel exactly what had happened. "I went over to see Alex this evening. We were going to see the fireworks in town. When I got there, he was giving Carter a blow-job on the couch. Don't be angry with me, but Carter said he didn't care that you loved him and blew you off last March. He also said I was a spoiled little shit and needed to grow up. He was right."
Peter waited for Daniel's reaction. After a few moments of silence, Daniel said, "you know I still love him and always will, even though it's over. Can you live with that, Peter?" "Yes, Daniel, I've learned a lot in one day. Alex means nothing to me ... you're the only one I love," Peter replied.
As they drifted off to sleep, Daniel thought to himself, "thanks, Carter," and heard him reply, "night, kiddo."
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