Bunny Needs to Hop

Danny Rogers was so hot sparks flew off him. He was a year older than me and had always been one year ahead of me in school. When I realized I liked guys, he was one of the guys I was hottest for.

Twenty now, Danny was six feet tall and had the bluest eyes and short dark brown hair. Under the tight jeans and t-shirt he always wore, I knew Danny had the body of a champion heavy-weight wrestler because I had seen it in action enough in high school. If he had flicked his head toward his car when we ran into each other, I'd have been in its passenger seat in a heartbeat.

The day after Christmas, my folks went away. The next day, we had our first big snow of the season. Everything shut down, so I hit my dad's booze. By night, I was drunk enough to make the only obscene phone call I'd ever made in my life. I knew where Danny lived, so getting his family's home phone number didn't take too long. Before I thought about what I was doing, I heard myself asking Danny's mom to bring him to the phone. Not more than a minute later, I heard Danny's voice hesitantly say, "Hello?"

I remember pausing for a second or two, probably to swallow my pounding heart. Then I heard myself, sounding not drunk at all with no preliminaries, announce, "I want to suck your cock."

Suddenly, I was completely sober, and I realized what I had just said. I hung up immediately, thinking, why the fuck did I do that!

About two minutes later, the time it took Danny to get my family's number, the phone rang. I looked at the ringing telephone through what seemed like hundreds of rings but was probably only five or six. When I picked up the receiver, without even saying hello, Danny's confused but not angry voice asked in a normal tone, "Why'd you say that to me?"

"Danny? Hey man, say what?" I completely sobered up instantly. "What do you mean?" I stammered, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.

"You just called me," Danny stated, didn't ask.

"No, man. Must have been someone else," I denied.

"Someone just called me, and it sounded like you, Mike," Danny insisted.

"No, dude, I've been watching a movie. Wasn't me, sorry," I denied again," hoping he'd believe me.

"Sure fuckin' sounded like you," Danny said again after a short pause, sounding slightly less confident. "Well, forget it then. No prob. How 'ya been?"

"Okay, cool. Folks are away. Snowed in like you, I guess," I offered, beginning to feel relieved.

"Yeah, sucks. Well, okay, gotta go, man. Be cool," and he was gone.

Fuck! I thought, half sitting somewhat lying in a big leather chair in our den. Why did I make that call? Why did I deny making it? I should have said, yes, dude, I want to suck your dick because you're smoking hot. Going down on what I'm sure is your big fucking cock is all I think about. Why didn't I say that? I knew why. I wasn't ready for everyone in town to know I was a cocksucker.

After that, I tried to avoid Danny. Since we both went to school at the local campus of our state university, doing that was difficult. We acknowledged each other when we passed on campus but seldom talked. By chance, our cars were parked next to each other a week before Easter. When we arrived at them simultaneously, it was hard for us not to talk. I hoped Danny wouldn't bring up the call. He didn't and was friendlier than ever. Anyone watching would have thought we were friends.

We talked about bullshit for a while, then when Danny asked if I had plans for Easter weekend, I said I was going to a party at a girlfriend's place Saturday night. Danny had no plans. He mentioned that as if he hoped I'd invite him to the party. I waited almost two seconds to do so. He didn't wait that long to accept. I was doing backflips mentally as I told him there was no sense taking two cars. Danny agreed. I said I'd pick him up.

It looked like at least a couple hundred people were dancing, lounging, and wandering around my friend's sprawling house when we arrived. I won't bore you with details of the party. Danny and I separated shortly after arriving when I stopped to talk to some friends. I gave up trying to keep track of him, relying on periodic sightings. He never seemed to be coupled up with anyone. After about an hour, suddenly, he was beside me, buzzed but not really drunk, with an arm around my shoulder telling me he'd like to leave. Glancing around, I knew his request wasn't due to a lack of female interest.

Five minutes later, as we were driving toward town, Danny turned toward me and said, almost in a loud whisper, "Mike, remember what you said when you called a couple of nights after Christmas?"

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't drunk either, but the alcohol I'd consumed, combined with the endless replays of the phone call I'd made, enabled me to calmly respond, "I said I didn't call you."

"Yeah, I know," Danny stated.

Turning to look at Danny, who was looking back at me, I thought a few seconds then said, "You never told me what the guy said when he called."

"You said you wanted to suck my cock," Danny said. "Then you hung up."

"Do I look like a cocksucker?" I asked calmly. I couldn't have him thinking I go around asking guys to let me suck their dicks.

"Fuck no, man. No way. I ..."

Before he got a chance to continue, I cut him off. I wasn't going to fuck up again and let Danny slip away, but I would have him on my terms.

"Did you beat off that night thinking about getting head?" I asked softly.

"Fuck yeah," he admitted, grinning at me.

"Almost as good as having me do it, huh?" I said, and we both laughed.

"No, having you suck my dick would have been a lot better," Danny replied seriously without any hesitation.

"You'd have liked that, huh?" I teased.

"I don't know. You'd have been the first," Danny said softly.

"No surprise there. I'm sure I'd be the first guy to suck your cock," I laughed again.

"I meant, you'd be the first one to suck my dick. Jillian never would," Danny admitted, looking right at me. "We fucked a lot, but I could never get her to give me head. I've fucked a few girls, but none of them have sucked my cock."

Fucking Fantastic! Danny was a head virgin! It was Holy Saturday. Who knew? There really was a god, and he wanted me to be the first to suck Danny's cock!

"True shit?" I asked, turning to look at him again. "I guess you're going to be my Easter Bunny," I said, smiling at Danny.

"Dude, if you suck my dick, I'll be any kind of bunny you want me to be," he laughed back.

There was no way I was wasting my dream night with my fantasy guy on a quickie in my car.

"Okay, dude, I'll give you the blowjob you should have gotten years ago, but not in my car. We'll have to go to a motel," I said seriously.

"Forget that. We can go to my house. My folks are away," Danny said, settling the matter.

Twenty minutes later, we were in Danny's bedroom. He was stripped to his boxer briefs and on his back on the bed he jacked off on last December, imagining his first blowjob that he was finally going to get tonight. I was fully clothed and lying on my belly between his wide-spread champion wrestler legs.

I intended to make Danny's first blowjob worthy of celebrating the Resurrection. I opened my mouth and sucked gently on one of Danny's big egg-like balls through his cotton briefs. When he raised his head and looked down his body with wide eyes, I dropped his ball, looked up into them, and told the straight guy I had lusted over for years that for the rest of the night, his was my Easter Basket, and his balls were my personal Easter Eggs. Then I Lowered my mouth back down to Danny's briefs and began to nibble and suck my way up the length of the underside of the long, hard cotton-covered column of cock arcing from his now spit-soaked pouch up toward Danny's left hip bone.

When Danny tried to sit up again, I reached out without looking and pushed him back down flat on his back and held him there with my hand on his chest as I sucked the big, still cotton-covered head of his cock into my mouth. Its salty flavor told me my Easter Bunny was already beginning to hop for me.

"God, Mike, stop; the head of my dick is so fuckin' sensitive," Danny asked but mostly moaned as I munched on his now profusely leaking penis through his now soaking wet boxer briefs. He kept making feeble attempts to sit up, but my hand on his chest kept him on his back.

Lifting my mouth off his wet cloth-covered cock and smiling up at him as I removed my hand from his chest, I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of Danny's shorts. I lifted the front up and over his cock, and hooked the elastic under his ballsack. Danny's two big balls were lifted and presented for me to devour.

"Mmmm, my bunny has such big, delicious-looking eggs, don't you, Danny?" I asked, looking up at him with a smile.

Danny, straight as he was, had the biggest, most lascivious grin spread across his face. I knew no girl had even come close to talking to him as I was.

Looking into Danny's eyes, I licked his balls lightly, then slowly dragged the flat of my tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft from his ballsack to the sensitive little nub just behind the head. After tenderly kissing the soft underside of the head of Danny's cock, I said, "I bet I can make my bunny hop. Wanna see?"

"Yeah, show me," Danny gasped more than said immediately. Straight guys love dick games.

I leaned down and, while looking up at him with my eyes, stretched my tongue way out and tickled the sensitive little clit like spot nearly all cut guys have on the underside of their cock at the circumcision scar with the very tip of my tongue. Danny's cock immediately snapped up and down for me.

"Yes, bunny, hop for me," I whispered as I began roll Danny's big egg-like balls in my hands while I tongue-tickled his cock mercilessly, making it snap around in the air and dance until, taking pity on my horny, overheating bunny, I caught its big leaking head with my mouth and looking up into Danny's eyes pressed my tongue up against the underside of his cockshaft as I slid his cock down into my throat.

Danny's chest rose and fell as he lifted onto his elbows and looked into my eyes in awestruck amazement. With his hard, pulsating, leaking cock deep in my warm, wet throat and my tongue moving slowly from side to side up against its underside, my eyes smiled up at Danny. I began to move my mouth up and down his long thick, and so very hard dick. It didn't take very long, less than a minute of slowly increasing the speed of my pumping mouth as I squeezed and rolled Danny's big balls in my hands before my big, gorgeous bunny began to hop. I'm not sure when he started to hold my head or when he began to say the most wonderful things to me as his big throbbing cock unloaded what seemed to be an endless stream of the thickest, hottest, sweetest cum down my gulping throat.

I sucked Danny off three times that night until, eventually, we both passed out or fell asleep. I did wind up stripping down to my boxer briefs after giving him his first-ever BJ. Danny didn't reciprocate, but each time my boy bunny was just about to start hopping for me, one of his knees would bend. A second or two later, I'd feel the sole of one of his big feet press and then stay against my cotton-covered hardon.

It's mid-summer now. Our Easter game has provided an amusing code for Danny to use to let me know when he wants us to hook up. He tells me or sends a text saying, "Bunny needs to hop."