It was a beautiful day. The sun was beating down per the usual, the flora looked greener, and the fauna were energetic and playful.

However, Steve had a dilemma. He was hard. And I mean hard. He hadn't seen Danny in two weeks. He was on a vacation with Grace and he and Steve had only had phone sex once. Steve felt like he was dying. He would lay in bed at night and wonder if Steve felt the way he did. Then he began to think about how his ass was probably getting tighter by the minuet. Yes, death was upon him.

At this moment, Steve heard the front door and reached for his gun. Who the fuck was at the door? His grip tight on the gun, he tip toed into the living room. The door, with much effort, opened and Danny came ambling through. At this moment Steve dropped his gun. For a moment the stood still, watching each other carefully. After that short few moments of silence, they were on top of each other.

Steve groaned as he was slammed against the wall. He tilted his head to the side and Steve bit, sucked, and licked it.

"Steve..." Danny moaned, "You are such a kinky bastard"