#braces!daniel

As he walks to the bathroom for a piss before breakfast he's slightly concerned that actually he doesn't feel the familiar swing of his dick as he walks. Which is weird because of course that can't be a thing. His dream was just a dream, he definitely had a dick when he went to bed, he'd used it, jerked off over some random he'd met at the park that day who'd been smiling at him in the shortest shorts he'd ever seen. Reminds him he needs to get rid of that sock before his mum finds it. But at the same time… he goes to pat himself down as he walks and changes his mind last second. It's fine. He'll just get in the bathroom and everything will be normal. No need to be weird about it.

He stands in front of the toilet and pulls his shorts down like he normally would and reaches down, eyes closed, to find…nothing. He looks. He screams. Twice, loud and distressed. Then he hears feet thundering up the stairs and he hurriedly locks the door.

"Daniel, what happend, are you ok mate?" The handle of the door rocks and he looks down at his dickless pubes and doesn't know what to say. "Danny!"

"S…spider? It's, I. Uh, I got it."

"Christ kid, way to start the mornin' off."

"Sorry dad."

As the footsteps fade away Daniel goes to the mirror above the sink, it's not long enough to see properly, he tries to stand on his toes and look down but all he can see are his pubes. He realises it wasn't a dream at all. Or, maybe this is a dream also? And that's comforting, so decides that's what it is, one of those dreams where you're really lucid and can control it. So he sits on the toilet, finishes his piss and almost forgets he needs to wipe. He looks himself in the mirror as he washes his hands. He doesn't look any different, his hair's a mess but whatever.

He eats pancakes, a big stack of them with syrup and butter, just one after the other not really paying attention to them, just watching his parents and sister go about their business, trying to see if they've noticed anything but they're all acting the same as usual. Except his dad, who's watching him carefully. "Extra hungry today?" he asks.

"Huh?" Daniel realises he's definitely eaten more than he normally would, conscious of his diet.

"Big spider, was it?"

"I… yeah, it's, I flushed it."

"Righto," his dad gets up from the table, folds his newspaper and puts his coffee cup in the sink. "Well, I'm off today if you want some company down at the track? We've only got you a couple more weeks now."

Daniel pushes his plate away from him and downs his glass of milk, wipes his mouth. "Nah, I'm just gonna run for a bit. Thanks mum, they were the best, as always," he smiles, kisses his mum's cheek and goes back to his room.

Making sure his door's locked he takes off his shorts and sits on his bed cross-legged, looking down at himself. He's seen a pussy before but… he thinks about turning on his computer and searching whether this is something that happens to other people but what if something happens to him and his parents see his history? His pussy seems neat, tidy? Is that a thing? Lips slightly parted with his legs spread. Fuck it, he thinks, it's mine so… with both hands he pulls the lips apart, leaning forward to have a proper look. Everything's pink and slightly wet looking, shiny. He can see the hole. His hole.

Footsteps on the stairs again, thumping, creaking. Fuck. He panics and grabs his pillow to shove over himself and cover up, forgetting he doesn't need to worry because his door is definitely locked. The steps pass and he breathes a sigh of relief, loosens his grip on the pillow. And oh, he felt something down there so presses the pillow against himself again and yeah, that's different. He rubs it up and down and wonders if maybe he should explore that a bit more.

Grabbing his other pillow he stacks them and then lays over them, legs spread wide. He feels like a frog but starts humping the pillow pile, leaning on his elbows, head down, lip between his teeth. It feels ok but he wonders if he's doing it right. He moves around, lifts his hips, rocks, gets distracted and wonders what Jev will make of it when they meet up as team mates. Will he still laugh and joke with him, hug him? He feels a twinge, something weird and sudden somewhere deep that he has no reference for. He thinks about when he last saw Jev, how he'd smiled at him. He revisits their last movements as he rocks his hips, finding one spot that feels better than the rest and making sure he's getting the friction just right and suddenly he feels tingly, breath tight and caught in his throat and he keeps moving, muffling his moans with his forearm as the feeling washes over him from his cheeks to his toes, until he feels like it's faded.

He feels naughty. And weird. And good.

Sitting back on his knees he pulls the pillows and out and sees the wet streak, runs his fingers through it and smooshes them together, pulls them apart with a tacky sound. He brings the fingers up to his face and pokes out his tongue, licks them tentatively. He's eaten a girl out before, it's nothing unexpected and he shrugs. Then he dips his fingers down, runs them through the wet from bottom to top and shudders when he rubs over his clit. "Fuck," he says quietly, gently poking at it, swollen and too sensitive.

He tosses the pillows and grabs the tissues he keeps under the bed, carefully wiping himself up. He needs a shower now, his pubes are a mess and everything's slightly slimey.

That evening Daniel's mum hands him a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry and asks, concerned, if his braces are bothering him because he's been drooling on his pillow again. He's mortified. No more pillow fucking.

It's taken him a couple days to get used to the fact that he has a pussy now. It's not gone away and it's definitely not a dream. It's actually not a nightmare though either, he kind of likes it but he does miss his dick and his balls, the comforting roll of them in his hand when he'd fist his dick. It does come with other problems though; he keeps getting wet down there at even the slightest horny thought. It's very sensitive and feels weird in the old loose boxers he's come back home to, like nothing's there to hold anything together.

When his sister comes home after a day shopping and dumps her bags on the table he hears her tell their mum she just went for some undies and essentials. He has quick look through them when nobody's looking and sees a pack of pretty blue cotton panties with lace trim.

He tries not to blush when she comes down later raging about how someone must've opened the mutlipack of underwear, taken one out and put it back on the shelf.

He doesn't try them on yet, Jev called earlier to talk about how happy he is they'll be doing testing in a few weeks and Daniel hadn't overthought it but was sure he'd felt something down there. Suddenly the way Jev says his name makes his stomach flutter.

Now that his pillow is out of bounds Daniel decides he needs to just do what everyone else does. He's seen enough porn to know roughly how it works. He makes sure his door is locked and closes his curtains. Laying on his back with just his shorts on he slips his hand beneath the waistband and palms over his whole pussy. It's a little damp, warm, and he closes his eyes as he feels between the folds. He thinks about Jev, the slither of waist he saw last year when they played football together. His thighs in the shorts he'd been wearing. His clit feels puffy, he thinks, and wet as his finger slips over it. As he presses firmly across it he gasps, his other hand flying across his mouth.

Daniel waits a minute, checks his clock. 11pm, he supposes his parents are in bed and hopes they wouldn't heave heard him but so engrossed in his own thoughts he has no idea how loud he was. Lips pressed firmly shut he continues with the pad of his finger. He remembers where he put his tongue when he made his ex moan and grab his hair so he tries that. It's good, he keeps getting little jolts of pleasure that make his breath catch and instinctively lifts his hips to chase the feeling and when his fingers slip down he doesn't even question it. He's so wet he can feel it seeping between his cheeks.

The shorts feel constrictive so he takes them off and wastes no time, fingers back to his wet pussy, searching, he presses at his entrance, unsure if he should go further but curious enough to try. He moves his legs, spread wide and with his other hand taking care of his clit, slowly circling, he starts to push his middle finger inside himself, eyes squeezed shut. It takes him a second to work it out; the curl and the angle but he gets it, works his finger up to the knuckle and slowly pulls it back out, adds his ring finger. He'll probably think about it later, how it's odd to be able to feel around inside himself but it's squishy and warm and tight and feels really good.

As he moves his fingers back and forth he picks up speed, just a little, his other hand still rhythmically working over his clit, and slowly but surely the little jolts of pleasure last longer, more frequent until he can feel it wash over him completely as he comes. There's noise, but he keeps it in his throat somehow, soft. He moves his fingers and hips until he laughs, caught by the sudden sensitivity of not being able to continue. Pulling his fingers out slowly he wipes them across his stomach; the back, front, sides of them, it's everywhere. He uses his shorts to dry his fingers completely then grabs his underbed tissues to clean up between his thighs. Then he takes a few big gulps from the water bottle he keeps by his bed, mouth completely dry, and rolls over onto his stomach to sleep with a satisfied smile.

He'll try the panties out in the morning, he's quite excited to see how they'll feel and thinks if he likes them maybe he'll get some for himself. It'll be easy, he can just pretend they're a gift for someone.

Daniel tries them on after breakfast and a shower. They're perfect, he thinks, admiring them in the mirror. He has no idea what you'd call them but they're cut to show a nice amount of ass cheek, cover everything at the front and sit just snugly across his so-called child bearing hips that he ever really appreciated until now.

Taking his ute a few towns over for the bigger stores, clad in jeans and a hoodie he heads into a department store and tries at act normal as he browses the women's underwear section. He clutches at his chest subconsciously as he passes the bras. Finding the right section he looks for something similar to what he's already wearing. He quickly spots what he wants and digs around at his hip to find a little tag telling him the size because if he were smart he'd have looked before he left. He leaves with the same style in an array of colours.

As he's leaving he passes a discreet store that draws his attention. It's tasteful lingerie in the window but advertising "adult toys" in the back, and a smiling young lady is in the doorway beckoning him over. Daniel smiles back and she steps out in front of him. "I saw you looking, shall I show you around properly?"

"Ah, no, t-thank you," Daniel blushes, flashes his braces smile again.

She tries to peek into his bag, "you sure, got some things I bet your girlfriend will love - you got a girlfriend right? Handsome devil like yourself, must have."

Daniel leaves with a bottle of lube and a vibrator, thick and veiny, slightly squishy. The woman had tried to show him so many things; vibrators, plain dildos, beads, eggs, cock rings, and in the end he was walking around so wet he could feel it slipping between his thighs so in desperation to leave he wandered back to the first thing she'd showed him, sheepishly paid and left.

He fakes a tummy ache to not go out with his parents for dinner at the neighbours house and waits until the car leaves the drive before he dares to get the bag out of his closet.

The vibrator needs batteries of course so he nicks them out of the tv remote. Sitting in just his panties he unpackages his new toy and looks it over. Daniel kind of wishes he hadn't gone for something flesh coloured, it's a little too realistic looking with ridges around the head and a perfect slit, veiny in the right places. Maybe a little bigger than what he used to be packing but it feels good in his hands, solid and weighty. He feels himself throbbing just thinking about it and brings it to his mouth to lick the tip, can't fight the urge to wrap his lips around it fully and suck just down past the head.

He can feel it, the digging of his braces on the insides of his lips as they stretch around it and it's not comfortable at all so he stops but he definitely wants to try it again. His mind goes straight to Jev but Daniel's sure he's not even into him like that.

The lady in the store told him it would be better with the lube and who was he to argue? He squeezes some out and spreads it around the cock and realises now he needs to shove the panties off one handed so he can smother the excess over himself. Laying back, propped up a little, he widens his legs and runs the head of the toy along his slit.

He wanted this, wanted to try and now he's nervous. Does he just do it, push it in now it's all slicked up or does he go slow? He's basically a virgin all over again with new anatomy so he decides slow is best and gently prods at his entrance. It's difficult at first, he's too tense, feels like his pussy just shut up shop. Closing his eyes and breathing deep and relaxed he tries again, just an inch or so to the ridges. He pulls it back and pushes again further this time. "Fuck," he says out loud, freely, knowing nobody can hear him. It's nice.

He pushes on steadily until it's most of the way in and pauses to take in the fullness, the stretch, takes a deep breath. Then there's no stopping him. The slide is easy now, back and forth, and he forgets for a while that it has another function until he accidentally presses the soft button when his finger slips, and it starts buzzing inside him. It's kind of relaxing for a moment, an internal massage almost but he finds the button and presses it again. It buzzes faster, a weird pulsing vibration, zzp zzp zzp - pause - zzp zzp zzp. Another press, another different buzz. One more and it stops. His own dick never vibrated so he's not sure what the point is and leaves it off, plus the noise is irritating and distracting. The feeling of fullness alone is plenty for now and he starts playing with his clit as he fucks himself, the sensation of his cunt actually having something to tighten around as he does is just bliss and he can't help his loud moans as his breathing quickens. His thoughts stray to wishing it were real, to having the weight of a body on top of him. Jev again. He draws his knees up, heels almost touching his ass cheeks, spread wide, imagining how he might move his body if Jev was inside him, Jev fucking him and not this… imagines Jev's soft French accented moans in his ear.

The combination pushes him over the edge and he comes hard, body jerking with each wave of pleasure that washes over him, head buzzing, cunt pulsing and clutching around the vibrator. He fucks himself through it until he's sure it's over; satisfied, damp forehead and sheets to show for his efforts.

He can't wait for the season to start.

It's testing first, some press to show off the new car. The way Jev greets him this time is a little different. He's always been slightly standoffish, less of an open book than Daniel so that's nothing new but when they hugged, tight and close, Daniel was sure Jev had sniffed his hair. They have lunch, meetings, press... Someone tells them they have time for a bathroom break before they leave for the night and as Daniel sits in the stall he notices the stain on the inside of his panties. Slimy, damp. Fuck, is it being around Jev, is that what it does to him? He hadn't even realised. He wipes up what he can and gets ready to head back out but as he opens the door Jev's standing there and pushes him back into the stall so far that the backs of his knees hit the toilet bowl and he has to stand a leg either side of it.

He's caught between laughter and confusion as Jev's hand covers his mouth and he shushes him. The facilities locker room door opens with a thud and someone shouts out "boys?" Daniel smiles behind Jev's hand; always up for a bit of mischief. Just as quickly, Jev's other hand is on Daniel's hip, just pushing up under his team top - his mouth released and captured again by Jev's, tongue pushing into his mouth. "We're leaving in 5, if you're not out you're making you're own way back." They hear the door creak as it closes, laughter as someone jokes about how if they're big enough to fuck about then they're big enough to find the hotel.

Daniel melts into it, pulling him closer with hands fisted into his shirt but Jev breaks the kiss to press their foreheads together and say, "I missed you." He waits, eyebrows arched, searching.

For a second Daniel's too stunned to speak. This was fantasy shit, maybe he was even dreaming. Maybe after their interviews he hit his head goofing about and he's actually out cold and none of this is real. But Jev smiles softly and Daniel leans forward to mumble against his lips, "I didn't know you felt like that."

"Neither did I," Jev pulls Daniel flush against him as he fumbles with the stall door, "until we got here." Daniel forgot what he was working with completely for the briefest of time, as Jev pulls him out into the locker area and has him pinned again, this time clattering against the lockers, bench beneath him. Jev tastes like the red bulls they'd been downing all afternoon, tangy and sweet at the same time. He feels Jev press against him, hard cock straining in his jeans and Daniel arches against it. The thick line of him feels so good against his - fuck, his pussy. That he forgot he has. That Jev's furiously trying to get to, unbuttoning Daniel's jeans as he grabs Jev's wrists and shakes his head unconvincingly, unable to say anything that would even vaguely make sense as a reason to stop.

"Just a taste," Jev says as he plants one last quick kiss to Daniel's already puffy lips and is on his knees, pulls Daniel's jeans with him. He hears the gasp from below when Jev sees his panties, probably soaked through, clinging to his cunt and so clearly not a cock. Daniel covers his face, head banging back against the metal of the lockers he sighs and slouches. Waits for Jev's inevitable disgust.

But it doesn't arrive. Instead he feels his panties slowly peeling down his thighs. He peeks through two fingers as Jev pulls one of his sneakers off and one leg of jeans and panties with it in silence. His palms firmly grip Daniel's hips and the next thing Daniel knows is the feeling of hot breath on the inside of his thigh, then one leg being shoved up onto the bench, face in his folds, one slow swipe of tongue and Daniel's knees buckle. Jev catches him as his ass hits the bench, puts his other leg up, heels catching in the slats to keep his thighs spread.

"I… I don't know how to explain -" Daniel starts, clueless as to how he'd even finish the sentence.

Jev just shakes his head, fingers tracing the wetness pooled at Daniel's hole. "If you don't care, I don't care."

Daniel laughs with relief, he's never cared about anything less in his life if that gets Jev's mouth back on him. And it does. Jev's tongue is like magic, Daniel's convinced, because it pulls the orgasm out of him like pulling a rabbit from a hat; easy, effortless, and in less than 30 seconds. Daniel's left shaking, hands on Jev's shoulders as the tongue swirls over his clit and dips into his hole, back and forth until Jev's pressing, sucking on his clit, hole pulsing around nothing. It's overwhleming. It makes Daniel whine, needy, wanting to be filled. He licks his lips as Jev pulls back with a satisfied smirk. "We should get back to the hotel," he says, fingers still exploring, he presses one inside Daniel's pussy, slick and easy, gathering his cum, mouth back on him to lick up everything Daniel's got.

Daniel's hands are in Jev's hair. He could come again, just hold him there and grind on him but Jev has other plans. "Come on, I can't wait now, let's go."

He calls a taxi and sits in the middle, Daniel to the side, hands held underneath crossed legs where nobody will see.

They get to the elevator, hands everywhere, Jev's mouth on Daniel's neck, Daniel with a firm hold of Jev's hard cock through his jeans. Fuck acting normal, the pair almost sprint down the hall to their shared room. Jev has Daniel against the door as soon as it's closed

The room ends up a mess; baseball caps thrown to the floor, someone's top hanging over the lamp, jeans, socks and sneakers randomly discarded.

Daniel sits on the edge of the bed and welcomes Jev between his spread knees, holds him by his hips, thick cock inches from his face. Jev runs a hand through Daniel's unkempt curls, along his cheek to tilt his head up. "Please." He starts like he practiced, short licks around the head, takes one last little nerve steadying breath and wraps his lips around it. It's so warm, inviting, he feels the ridges with his tongue but it's thicker than the vibrator, more than he'd anticipated - fleshy and moveable in a much better way. And dry of course. He plays it like he knew, pulling off to lick along the length underneath and on the sides. Jev laughs a little but not unkindly. "You can spit on it," he says, pulling Daniel's hair back from his face.

Thankfully not dry-mouth nervous, he easily gathers enough saliva for a good coating and spits it onto the head, watches the skin move under his fingers as he spreads it around. He tries again, mouth stretched, it's much easier now and he glides along the length, wipes his wet hand on Jev's thigh and pulls him closer, swallows him down as much as he can. Jev mumbles, something French that Daniel doesn't understand as a hand curls in his hair tight enough to give direction.

When Jev pulls him back for a moment to look at his spit slick lips he stops, wipes his thumb across Daniel's bottom lip with concern and glances at his cock. All of a sudden Daniel realises he's cut himself on his braces, it stings and he searches with his tongue but can't trace exactly where it is. He should've put some wax on first but he knows now for next time. As he goes to continue Jev stops him with a hand to his chest and a shake of his head. It makes his cock bob. "Lay up there," Jev motions, and follows closely as Daniel scurries up the bed on his back until Jev catches up and strokes a hand across Daniel's stomach with a mischievous smile.

Daniel snakes his arms up under Jev's, around to his back, a sudden wave of excitement rushes through him as he realises he's really living out his fantasy; Jev on top of him, heavy weight pinning him down, settling between his thighs. He's already panting short breaths against Jev's neck as the hand slips between them. "It's ok, yes?"

Daniel nods, tries to angle his hips better as Jev pushes inside him. He's mouth open as Jev's eyes are slipping closed and Daniel kisses him as best he can to stop the utterly embarrassing noises he knows he'll make otherwise. Real weight, real warmth, not being in control of how deep he's being fucked, or how hard, it's so different to what he'd imagined. So much better. He can feel how Jev's stretched him, the perfect drag of his cock back and forth, hot breath on his neck. He can't understand what Jev's saying, it sounds like nonsense, words all jumbled into one. "Huh?" Daniel pants, he holds the sides of Jev's scruffy stubbled cheeks to face him, "what did you-"

"Mmm, sorry," Jev kisses him, "sometimes I forget my English. I was telling you you're so hot," Jev grins. He holds Daniel's hands above his head, wrists together, mumbles in his ear again but this time Daniel understands, "that I'm so hard for you I don't even think I can come."

Daniel's stretched out, lifts his legs, spreads them wider, "maybe you can just fuck me all night," he smiles a smile that reopens whatever cut his braces made, he can taste the metallic tang on his tongue.

As Jev keeps snapping his hips he let's go of Daniel's wrists and reaches down to find his clit, "maybe if you come, hmm?"

"Yeah," Daniel relaxes, "mmm, maybe," lets Jev just move how he wants, use him good. He fucks into him steady, rhythmic, Daniel feels it build with each thrust, each heavy pounding brings him closer until he claws at Jev's back. "Fuck, fuck, Jev…" he squeezes his legs tighter, bites his lip, more noise than words, voice shaking "I, I'm c-coming. I'm coming, Jev, jesus…"

"I feel it. So good," he tangles his fingers in Daniel's sweaty hair, "you did so good." Jev moves Daniel's legs, ankles up over his shoulders and holds himself up, "it's not too much?" Daniel shakes his head, eyes rolling, he places his palms on Jev's chest and flexes them against the sheen of sweat. The extra stretch is more than Daniel thought he could experience, he feels so good about the times he fucked a girl like that before because it feels amazing, so deep, and in the moment all he wants is just to be fucked like that forever.

Jev is relentless, every thrust pushes Daniel into the give of the mattress. He thinks his back might ache a bit from being folded up like this but it'll be worth it, the smack of skin on skin, the sound resonating in the room and finally, Jev locks eyes with him for only a moment before releasing Daniel's legs and collapsing onto him, hips still moving but stuttered as he grunts against Daniel's cheek. He's back to French, words unclear but accent thick and lush and it makes Daniel all tingly to hear his name mixed in there.

Jev slowly climbs off, grabbing a corner of the bedding to roughly clean them both up as they break into relaxed laughter. The knock on the door doesn't startle them, nor does the voice, "boys, are you back?" But the sound of the key in the door makes Jev jump up and throw the sheets over Daniel. "I'm just coming in."

"No, we, uh," Daniel's horrified as Jev makes a dash for the door as it starts opening, managing to push it shut, "we're doing naked yoga!"

"What, together?" is the confused response.

"Uhh, we are not looking…of course." Jev looks to Daniel for some input but he's useless, shrugging And trying desperately not to laugh. "It's a French thing," he adds finally, "for relaxation."

"French thing? Right…ok well just make sure you're on time for breakfast in the morning. And fully clothed please."