kind of perfect - chapter 1

I lay naked in bed, looking up at the teen angel standing over me, the soft material of the duvet covering me from the neck down. His lean torso was covered with a tight black T-shirt, his legs with dark blue jeans, over the belt of which some black and blue patterned boxer shorts peeped enticingly. A few plastic bracelets circled his wrists, and metal necklace adorned his collar. His dark brown hair went down past his eyes, and almost obscured the small earring in his left ear. God he was so fucking perfect. His smile was infectious, his open mouth showing perfectly straight white teeth as his tongue swept around his lips erotically as his hands wandered over his chest, down until his left went under his T-shirt, pushing until it was at his right shoulder, incidentally showing off cute stomach. My right hand went under the duvet, softly squeezing my hard cock, anticipating what would happen next.

Now, if the girl groupies had seen this, they’d have fallen into two groups. One group who go off to cry that their favourite popstar is gay; the others who would find a chair, open their legs and masturbate watching Danny slowly tease his shirt off standing by my bed. Damn the guy was gorgeous – toned chest and stomach, powerful looking arms, cutest face imaginable… His chest was totally hairless, which struck me as slightly odd for an eighteen year old – I guessed he shaved it. He turned his back to me, folding his arms above his head, saying in his (oh so sexy) Bolton accent,

“Come on Matt, cop a feel.”

I reached out my left hand (my right still a bit busy), stroking his round ass through his jeans. His hands moved to his waist, pushing the jeans down his legs, bending over making his now boxer-clad arse all the more appealing to me. He wiggled slightly as he stepped out of his jeans, backing up a bit to get his sweet sweet arse closer to my loving hand. But one hand wasn’t enough for me – I pulled my right hand out from under the covers, placing it on the back of Danny’s upper thigh, slowly sliding it up, underneath his boxers while my left hand squeezed his ass cheeks gently. I moved my fingers into his crack, finding no hair, but making him jump slightly when my fingers ran around his asshole. Then his hands were at my wrists, pulling them away from his arse. He walked a few steps away, then bent over. I whimpered slightly, looking at that perfect arse just out of reach. He turned round, grinning widely, knowing what effect his performance would be having on me. His cock was tenting his boxers, pointed straight at me so I couldn’t tell how big it was yet - apart from those, all he had on was a pair of red socks (if you don’t count the bracelets and that necklace) – I fucking loved it.

He pulled the duvet off my bed, exposing me totally, his blue eyes sweeping my body before fixing on mine as he crawled onto the bed. He dragged his body over mine, his warm flesh against mine, delicious torture for my cock; I closed my eyes to better enjoy the sensations. Finally, he reached my head, and I could feel his hot breath on my face moments before his soft lips touched against mine in the day’s first kiss. My heart skipped a beat as his tongue slipped into my mouth. A second later, his lips left mine - I looked up at him, saw his green eyes sparkling before his lips descended onto mine again. I now had my arms wrapped around his shoulders, very unwilling to let go now I had this cutest of popstars in my grasp.

Our lips parted, I drew a breath, moving my hands down his back.

“Can I see you naked now?”

He grinned at me, and moved so he was lying between my legs, his feet near my face. They stank.

“God, Danny, mate… how long you been wearing these?”

He smirked at me, “Few days. You like it?”

“Hell yeah!”

He pushed his feet into my face, I tried to pull back but he had better reach than me. I laughed,

“OK, OK, I surrender! No more!”

Danny’s was grinning widely, showing his perfectly white teeth. I looked at his fit body again, so smooth and sweet, so gorgeous I could spend a lifetime staring at it and never get bored. I peeled off his socks and threw them at him – he batted the first one away, but the second hit him on the nose and he fell onto his back in mock agony, making some sort of impromptu speech about being wounded that was so clichéd Jack O’Neill would have a heart attack. God, enough of that – I had to stop him. I watched his toes wiggling, then took his left foot in my hands, put it to my face and dragged my tongue up the underside.

“Hey!” He shouted, but I just went back to the heel and dragged my tongue towards his toes again.

“Come on, stop that!” He said, between fits of giggles. “I’m ticklish dammit!”

Three more licks.

“Okay, okay, okay!” He laughed. I moved to sucking on his big toe (was there ANY part of this boy that wasn’t gorgeous?). “Call it evens?” I removed his toe from my mouth, a temporary cease-fire if you will,

“It’s only even when I get those boxers off you.” I replied, licking at the sole of his foot again.

“You can have ‘em! Keep ‘em! Please, stop!”

I went back to sucking his toe, holding the foot still with one hand while my other dragged his boxers down his legs towards my face. Finally I could see him totally naked, and what a sight. I… well; words can’t really do him justice. They’re just a pale impression of what was to me probably the hottest guy to ever walk the earth, and certainly the hottest guy to get into bed with me. I could barely think – I know the toe dropped from my mouth, and I think I just stared until he batted me on the side of the head with a foot.

“We’re not gonna get far if you just stare at me,” he laughed. I shook my head, trying to clear it as he wriggled until he was lying on top of me, his bare chest against mine so warm, so comforting, so fucking sexy. I wrapped my arms around him as he looked into my eyes before kissing me once more.