Free Hard by Jamieson Wolf

Hard
    by Jamieson Wolf
    Breathless Press
    Calgary, Alberta
    www.breathlesspress.com
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
    persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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    Copyright© 2009 Jamieson Wolf
    ISBN: 978-1-926771-15-1
    Cover Artist: Justyn Perry
    Editor: Raynene Burgess
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    For Robert who keeps me so

    Hard

    More than anything, Owen Wolfe remembered the taste of him.
    You never forget the first one. Nineteen and horny, they did what guy friends did together. He and Daniel used look at porn in Owen’s bedroom. He could smell it even now: the scent of fresh paint, sweat and heat. He remembered how Daniel smelled sitting beside him: spicy, as if his skin was burning.
    Sometimes, when they were really turned on, they would lie next to each other, rub their crotches together. 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 Daniel’s. How flushed he got in his cheeks, his crotch so hot it felt as if it would go ablaze. He knew it wasn’t right to get hard when fooling around with another boy.
    But Owen wanted to, needed to, anyway.
    It had been an eye opener. He hadn’t 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’d be a look in Daniel’s eyes that 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 left, Owen would lie on his bed and think of his friend. 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. He knew Daniel would never talk to him again if he had any inkling of his feelings.
    If Daniel found out, he’d leave Owen and Owen would lose the man he loved. He’d 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 bringing 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.
    fff
    Daniel arrived with a brown paper bag clutched under his arm. “I got the beer.” He grinned and Owen followed him into the kitchen. “It’s Budweiser, so it’ll suck, but it will be better than nothing.”
    He popped open two beers and passed Owen one, putting the