Fay and Jason had always been close and supportive friends. Even though Fay was gay and Jason was straight, they had remained close for over fifteen years. They both lived in the same apartment complex, but rarely saw each other outside of their shared coffee shop haunt.
One day, Jason mentioned to Fay that he had been looking into some of the other apartments in the complex, and had heard of a secret stairwell that connected all of them. He was excited to see if it was true and asked Fay to come with him that night to explore it.
Fay, being an adventurist type, agreed. After dinner, the two of them took the dimly lit, winding staircases that connected the entire building. As they descended further and further into the depths of the structure, Fay found himself strangely aroused. He felt a hot tingle in his stomach, and although he was slightly scared, the adrenaline kept his heart racing.
At the bottom of the stairwell, the two friends opened a door, only to find themselves in a strange and dark room. The walls were painted a dark maroon, and the air was heavy with a mysterious aroma. As they moved further into the room, Fay noticed a small alcove in the corner.
He gazed into the darkness and saw a figure sitting in the shadows. It was a young man, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white shirt, with a stud in one ear. He had a handsome face, with dark brown eyes, and a soft, full-lipped mouth.
The stranger spoke. “Welcome, my two little voyeurs to the danger stairs.” He said, moving closer to Fay and Jason. Fay felt a wave of heat pass through him, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
He gulped nervously, trying to think of something witty to say, but the words escaped him. Jason, however, seemed unfazed, and stepped forward to greet the man.
“I’m Jason,” he said, extending his hand. “And this is Fay.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man said, shaking each of their hands in turn. “My name is Dario. I’m here by invitation. I heard about the dangerous stairs, and I wanted to come and explore.”
He gestured for the two friends to enter the alcove. As they stepped inside, Fay saw a bed, draped in red silken sheets, in the center of the room.
“Now that you’re here, I can show you why this place is called the ‘danger stairs'” Dario said, as he lit several candles around the room.
When the light illuminated the entire room, Fay could see the most exquisite wall hangings in the most erotic of designs. He felt himself flush with desire. Had he made a big mistake coming down here with Jason?
Dario grabbed a bottle of red wine and filled two glasses, handing one to each of them.
“Let me show you something,” he said, inviting them to sit on the bed.
Dario opened a wooden box revealing several items of erotic toys, and then proceeded to explain each one and its purpose. Jason began to laugh nervously, but Fay was taken aback by Dario’s knowledge and comfort level with such explicit things. Somehow, he found it strangely reassuring.
Dario then proposed a game. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and asked Jason to cuff Fay’s arms to the bedposts. Jason looked hesitant, but agreed, and soon Fay was restrained and unable to move.
Dario then proceeded to tantalize Fay with a blend of embarrassment and pleasure. His lips moved expertly over Fay’s bare torso, while his hands explored and teased sensitive spots. Fay found himself unable to resist. With every awakening touch, he cried out with pleasure, confusing even himself. He had never touched a man before, let alone allowed one to touch him in such a sexual way.
By the end of the night, Fay felt completely spent and deeply satisfied. He was surprised to find that he’d even enjoyed Jason’s presence throughout the experience. The two friends exchanged awkward glances and silent goodbyes before departing down the dangerous stairs, each knowing they had shared something intimate and special.
Though they never spoke of the business again, Fay often thought fondly of that night. It was a reminder that there was more to explore in life than he might have initially thought. More love, more pleasure and even danger, if you knew where to look for it.