Danilo's gang fight

I was on my way home from work at sundown when I witnessed a fist fight across the street. I tried to see who was involved because no one was there but the five men punching each other to death: the four guys with covers on their faces, two wearing camo pants; they were trying to almost kill the guy wearing a white tank top and basketball shorts. 

What's left on his feet was a pair of socks already covered in dirt. Two of the four who ganged up on him snatched his pair of shoes as they all ran leaving the wounded guy behind. The other guy even got his sports bag.  


When the area was cleared, I went near the guy flat on the pavement. He was badly wounded his face covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, his body motionless. To my surprise, it was one of the models I've worked with on a campaign 8 months ago.
 
"Danilo! Hey!" I spoke with my might but my voice sounded scratchy. "Are you alright?"

I shook his motionless body again trying to regain himself from being unconscious. He was not moving. I was thinking he was dead. I pressed my left ear against his chest where you usually check for a heartbeat. I placed my hand above his mouth and nose, and I sensed air from his breathing. "Thank god you're alive!" I said to myself. I called him again, kept shaking his body. Then I suddenly heard him catch a struggling breath, and he coughed and spat blood.

"Holy shit!"

He moved his head looking for someone near him, then he found me kneeling next to him on the ground. "Ben," he called. He wiped his face and touched the blood that he had coughed out. "What happened?" he said sounding as if he forgot what had happened to him earlier.

"I think you were being robbed."

I told him they took his bag and his pair of shoes. "They ran away leaving you here---I thought you were dead!" I examined the area searching for someone to help me carry him. But I could find no one except us two. I was still kneeling on the floor and he was still flat on the roadside. "Here," I tried to help him to stand upright, pulled him up, putting all his weight on my body as I placed his right arm at the back of my neck. I was struggling to balance myself but I was able to bring him with me at my house to mend his wounds. The streetlamps started to light up.

We arrived in my place, a one-room apartment, and went straight to my bedroom. I accidentally slammed his body on top of my bed he gave a growl of agony. I saw his face crumpled, "Sorry," and carried both his feet on top of my newly ironed beddings. I slowly removed his now very dirty socks from dragging him here and put them away next to my piled laundry. I stood up and went to the sink which was just inside my room. I was living in a single room with a small bed that squeaked, a square dining table with two wooden chairs, a kitchen sink, and a decent kitchen countertop. It was small for the two of us but just right for me if I'm alone.

I searched for a deep bowl where I can put clean ice-cold water and grabbed the unused kitchen towel so I could wipe off the blood on his face. I went to where he was and found him asleep. I tapped his forehead to check if he was having a fever. He was beaten too badly I was afraid he might get very ill. I slowly took his tank off exposing his ripped body. Then, I removed his shorts. I saw he wore the dark orange underwear we've got from a fashion show we both auditioned. He turned his head and opened his eyes when I started wiping his neck with the damp towel, but he was still laying flat on my bed.

"Thank you," he said weakly while I still continued wiping off the mud on his right arm.

I just smiled back at him and nodded. My left hand was holding the antiseptic solution bottle, the other some tissue rolls drenched with his blood. He sat on my bed his head resting on the headboard.  He was looking at me while I put alcohol on his wounded elbow. I noticed he was following my movement with his stare. I looked at him and he smiled. 

I was about to head to the kitchen sink, already placed the alcohol bottle and the blood-drenched gauze pads on top of the dining table, to clean myself, but he suddenly grabbed my face that made me startled. When I looked down, my right hand landed on his groin area near his cock, and when I looked back at him he was already kissing me, his beard touching and brushing my chin. He was breathing so heavily I could feel it on my face. He slightly pulled his face away and rested it on my shoulder as he hugged me tightly. 

I could feel his manhood growing my hand still touching him. He looked at me again his hands grabbing mine. He placed them on top of his underwear and he guided me to remove it from his body. He pulled his underwear using both of our hands together, and then he looked at me as if he's telling me something he wanted me to do. When his trunks now on his knees, his dick moving by itself now very visible, and his balls touching the white linen, he grabbed my right hand with his left. He took my hand, still with some of his blood, he spat a good amount of saliva on my palms while he's looking at me. He gave a smile as he slowly blinked both of his eyes, he placed my hand using both of his, and he let me touch his cock.

"Fuck me with your hands," he whispered. 

I grabbed my hands away from his dick thinking this would violate our friendship. He told me it was alright. And he told me he wanted me to do this to him since the day we've met after the fashion week. "I think I like you," he said. I swallowed air hoping he would change his mind, but I slowly reached for his cock and pumped him as it started to stiff really hard. "I also wanted to do this to you," I thought, air passing through my chest. He bent forward his face above his cock and fueled the lube with his saliva slowly dripping from his mouth. I followed the flow of his white saliva as it reached and landed on his urethral opening. He covered his head properly with his saliva and guided my hand as he told me to continue jacking him off. He rested his back and slowly moaned from the pleasure he was getting while I stroke his cock. All of a sudden, he raised his right arm and grabbed the top of the headboard. He licked his right armpit and I saw his ripped abs started to curl. His chest now raised "Oh god!" and his left hand started caressing his nipples.

He looked at me while I looked at him still rubbing his shaft. His eyes slightly glistened and I saw his mouth slightly opened. His breath was shaking and his hand forward telling me to come closer to him. His hand resting on the left side of my neck as he reached for my mouth to kiss it. I momentarily stopped rubbing him when I gained the urge to kiss him back. Both his hands now holding my neck as we both kissed breathing heavily. He slowly stood up and asked me to do the same. He grabbed my shirt and he slowly removed it from my body. When the shirt reached my head covering my eyes, I couldn't see him but could only feel his breathing on my lips. He kissed me while I was raising my hands, my shirt still on top of my head.

I heard my bed squeaked as he sat back down. I could feel his hand caressing my erected cock. I couldn't see what he's doing while my shirt still over my head covering my sight of him. I heard he unzipped me still my pants on me. He grabbed my cock from the inside and slowly stroking it. All I know now that his tapping my tip with his finger. I could sense precum gushing out slowly from my cock; so aroused from rubbing his cock. All of a sudden, I gasped for a deep air when I felt something wet on my dick. His tongue licking my head and swallowed my cock his lips wrapped on my shaft. He's giving me the wettest blowjob I have had in my life. He sucked both of my balls inside his mouth, "Fuck!" What he just did was pleasantly surprising for me.

I was liking the feeling as I couldn't see him giving me head. I could feel his hand grabbing my ass while a finger was playing my hole. My legs started to shake when the sucking got so intense.

"I'm cumming!" I told him and he jacked me off until I would explode my nut. 

I still couldn't see him until I reached ejaculation. I remove my shirt totally from my head, the exact moment when I let go of my man juice. I could feel my cum squirting from my cock and saw him with his mouth opened consuming all of my jizz. I sprayed his face and his beard with my white semen, his tongue twisting around his mouth like he wanted to drink all the liquid so badly. I was still cumming hard from the sucking he did, but all I know now that he swallowed back my cock and it was still pushing out cum. He was moaning while he was swallowing my cock. He then let go from sucking me and a mixture of cum and saliva went out from his mouth. He started jacking off his dick rapidly. He was about to cum, too, I could tell it by how he was pumping himself. So, I suddenly knelt down on the floor my face now next to his vigorously shaking cock.

He was trying to speak but his orgasm was stopping him. "Cum for me!" He grabbed my head and put it on top of his cock as he watered my face with his warm cum. He began to moan hard and loud and told me to suck him. I swallowed his head and played his dick with cum and my tongue inside my mouth. Then, he suddenly pulled me up and grabbed my head with both of his hands. He licked my lips and we kissed. We're making out sealed with both of our cum and saliva still dripping and mixing in our tongue inside our mouths.

There was a knock on my door and heard the landlady, "Is everything alright, Ben?"
"Yeah," I replied. "We're all good!" We both looked at each other smiling. Then we kissed again while we stroke each other's dick.◼︎

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