Back to Reality
Our Vegas trip went off without a hitch. No one questioned it. No one looked at us funny. We shared all the things we did…well, most of the things we did. And for the first few months back to our regular jobs and lives, things were still pretty hot.
Darren couldn’t seem to get enough of me. Meeting every morning for a make out session, or a blow job in the car, or even better, fucking me in the back of his SUV. We got together as families a couple times after that as well, enjoying those alone moments when we could, stealing gropes and glances whenever we could. But after a few more months, finding ourselves in March, things shifted with Darren.
An old friend of his and Amy’s ended up leaving his wife and kids, announcing that he was gay. Darren seemed to be taking it strangely. So strangely that he asked me one morning to take a break.
“What do you mean take a break?” I asked in the darkness of the morning, sitting in the front seat of his SUV holding his hand.
Darren’s blue eyes were avoiding mine, darting everywhere but at me as he spoke. “I just think it’s a little too close to home. Amy is looking at me funny I think.”
I scrunched my face up and frowned. “I hardly think so. There’s nothing gay about you.” I said, letting my eyes roam down his thick neck under his coat and collared shirt. They stopped on his hand in mine, looking so large holding mine under his. I studied the veins, noting how wide the back of his hand was. I could see the thick wrist under the arm of his coat and couldn’t resist squeezing just a little tighter. At over six feet, with a big solid muscular build and masculine nature, Darren didn't "look" gay at all.
“It’s just making her think is all. If James could have a secret like that, she thinks anyone could.”
“Well, first clue is his name James.” I said trying to lighten the mood I was finding ourselves to be in.
Darren gave me a look, and my smile immediately disappeared. He was definitely off today, and seemed scared.
“Laurie is devastated. And his kids are the same age as mine. I can’t imagine if our wives…” He suddenly looked at me straight on. “I don’t want anyone to find out about us.”
“Who’s going to find out?” I blurted out, feeling desperate. I put my hand on top of his, holding his big hand in between mine. “Darren I love you. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, or out you, or anything. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else.” I stopped myself as I heard the desperation in my voice. Darren’s eyes were now locked on mine, and for the first time, I wondered what he was thinking.
After a moment, he gave me a half smile. “I know.” His eyes looked down for a moment, and then he let go of my hand and grabbed me forcefully by the neck and pulled me into him for a surprisingly passionate kiss. When he pulled away, I could see the decision in his eyes.
“I just need to be careful. For a while.” He said it with finality, as if he was struggling with the thought. I found myself nodding.
“Okay. That’s fine.” I said, trying to convince myself. “We can cool it off for a while. If that’s what you need. I’ll do that for you.” I took his hand again and held it over the console of his car. “I’ll do anything for you. I’m still here. I’m your best friend after all. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Darren gave me a little smile, and he leaned into me again, this time slowly, and this time our kiss was more romantic. His lips felt good on mine, his skin clean shaven and smooth. I opened my eyes as our kisses stopped, but neither of us moved. Our noses were still brushed up against each other, and Darren’s blue eyes opened to see mine.
“I love you buddy.” I said, feeling the sides of his face in my palm. “I’m all yours. Just take your time.”
7 months later, as we began November and nearing our fourth year anniversary together, Darren and I found ourselves alone at his place. Our wives and kids had decided to head to a movie together, and Darren and I were able to talk ourselves out of it and stay at his place to share a couple drinks together and catch up.
We had stopped having sex completely. I agreed to give him space, to help him “behave” as he put it. He was trying his best to be the perfect husband and father again, without the risk of having an affair with me. So in public and in private, we were now the same thing: just best friends. Two straight guys hanging out. We still flirted when we were alone. We still grabbed each other in jest. We still stared at each other whenever we could. Darren had turned his focus into working out harder, trimming up more, pumping up his arms more. It seemed that his ass looked better than ever. And tonight, after seven months of not tasting his dick, or feeling him explode deep inside me, my insides were on fire the minute our families left.
“Do you want a cooler? Or I have cider for you?” Darren said at this fridge. He was wearing a pair of jeans and was barefoot, whether he did it to tease me knowing how much I loved his perfect wide smooth feet, or whether he just did it to be comfortable. He had on an old light blue t-shirt that popped his eyes, and showcased his bigger biceps. They were bigger,I decided as he leaned into the fridge. I started at his hand holding the door, then traced my eyes up his powerful forearm to his bicep bulging out, veins popping. Darren peered over the fridge door and caught me staring.
“Earth to Brian?” His grin melted me right there. He had relaxed in the last few months, agreeing to see me in the mornings again. But those mornings only involved holding hands at the most. We didn’t even kiss. I was feeling the need to have him back.
“Cider is good.” I said quietly, watching him move about the kitchen. The jeans hugged his ass so nicely I let out a sigh, making Darren glance backwards at me as he got a glass for me. I plopped down on the stool at the island in the kitchen, blocking my view of his feet to calm me down and grabbed the glass as he slid it to me.
“You okay?” He finally asked, giving me a grin.
I didn’t answer, just looked down at the granite counter. Darren watched as I poured my cider into the glass and then came and sat beside me on the stool and turned to me.
“Hey.”
I looked over at him, his legs bent, showing me the outline of muscle in his thighs underneath. Both his hands were on his knees, and his feet were hooked onto the rung of the stool.
“It’s me. Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice was quiet and soft as he reached over and put a hand on my shoulder.
I shifted and turned a bit towards him, letting out another sigh. I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at him quickly. “I just miss you.”
Darren chuckled. “I’m right here.” He said jovially, the way he did to others.
“No I mean I MISS you.”
Darren sat up straighter and then crossed his arms over his pecs. He looked so big to me, muscles puffed out in every direction as I met his gaze. “I miss you too.” His voice was softer than ever, and there was no fake laughter, no sound of fear. “I do. I think about you all day long…”
I looked away and fiddled with the empty can in front of me. “I don’t know how long I can wait anymore. I love you and I’m going crazy.”
Darren looked at me for a minute in silence, a serious frown appeared on his face. He was biting his bottom lip and just staring at me. "Look, if you need to get it out of your system, I understand."
I frowned back. "What?"
"You know. Hook up with another guy." Darren said abruptly.
I turned full on to him, taking in a big sigh. "I won't do that. I told you, you are IT for me. I don't want anyone else. I just want you. And I miss you...so....much." I was on the verge of losing it, my emotions coming full on.
Darren recognized it, and leaned back on the stool and folded his big arms across his chest and gave a small snort through his nose. "Okay. I know. I know exactly how you feel. I miss you too."
"Do you?" I responded too harshly, wanting him to know that I was not having fun without our physical connection.
Darren gave a laugh and took a drink of beer, and then took my hand and put it on his crotch. “You feel that?” He said with a grin. His cock was fully hard, fully erect, and fucking thick as hell. “You see what you still do to me? But we agreed.”
I kept my hand there, feeling that thick shaft, remembering how it felt in my hand, remembering how it tasted, and how good it felt buried in me. I squeezed it as I looked up at him. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
Darren’s smile dropped, and I could feel him pulsing in my grip. “We said we’d be good.”
“No one’s here Darren. No one will know.” I whispered, feeling the length of him, groping that bulge.
Our eyes stayed locked, both of us breathing a little heavier as we sat across from each other. Darren then stood up without a word fast and undid his jeans. I didn’t need an invitation at that point, and stood up and moved to his waist, pulling back his underwear as soon as he opened his jeans.
His cock sprang out, that hard piece of meat begging to be sucked. I could smell him right away, that scent that I missed so much that I actually moaned as my mouth opened and I swallowed him down whole, shoving my nose into his now flatter stomach as he gripped the back of my head.
“Oh my God Brian.” He moaned as I started to suck on his dick, grabbing his heavy round balls in my hand to hold. I worked him fast, as if I was afraid he was going to change his mind. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to stop.
He pulled back and picked me up, lifting me right up onto the island counter and stepped in between my legs to kiss me. I could hear the groans in him, I could feel him pressed up against me.
“Please.” I whispered in between our lips locking. Darren pulled back for a moment, looking at me. He nodded ever so slightly and put his hands on both sides of my cheeks.
“I’ve missed you too.” He said and picked me up off the counter and carried me in his arms to his basement door, kissing me the entire way. He fumbled with the door, and kicked it open, hitting the light as we went down the stairs. He brought me into the rec room there, and dropped me onto the chair, flipping me around and pulled at my pants.
I looked back at him as he pulled them off and dove into my ass, tonguing me and licking me to open up. His cock was still out of his jeans, sticking straight out harder than ever. I could see his fingers on each cheek of my butt, spreading me wide as he rimmed me, spitting into my hole, those blue eyes of his peering over me.
He stopped to stand up and pulled off his shirt, then pushed his jeans down to step out of them. Seeing him naked spurred me on, and I turned around to attack his amazing body. I jumped on him, kissing those lips again as he caught me and held me in his arms once again. I pressed my cock into his bare stomach, and wiggled my ass against him. I wanted him bad. He felt so much stronger and hotter. Seven months without him was enough of a wait.
He stepped back to the chair and pulled me off of him, tossing me down again to the chair. “Take off your clothes.” He ordered, pulling at my shirt. I was naked in a flash, and Darren grabbed my ankles and turned me around, facing me away from him and stepped up behind me.
I groaned as I felt him kneeling behind me again, his face finding my hole once again, licking and spitting into me.
“This is going to hurt.” He groaned as he stood up and slapped his dick at my entrance. “It’s been a while.”
“Go slow.” I moaned as I pushed back against him, telling him I wanted him.
The head of his cock pressed into me right away and I felt the pain and shock of him entering me. I gasped and moved forward, letting him slip back out but the pain was still there.
“Fuck!” I yelled as his hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me back to him again. “No give me a moment….” I started to say but he didn’t. His cock was aimed again at my hole, and he pushed back inside me again.
I reached behind me and put a hand on his hip to hold him still, but Darren seemed to be in a world of his own. His eyes were on his cock, watching his own hand holding it and trying to shove it in me.
“Wait,” I begged, seeing his mouth hanging open and his head drooped down to watch himself enter me. His grip around my waist tightened and he pulled me toward him more forcefully. “Darren!” I said as he shoved his hips forward and plunged inside me.
I dug my fingers into his upper thigh as I yelled out in pain. I gripped the top of the chair with my other hand, feeling my forehead bead with sweat as my insides lit up on fire as I tried to take that big cock in me. “Fuck!” I screamed and closed my eyes as I felt the wave of nausea overcome me. He was too big, and my ass just wasn’t used to it anymore.
“Fuck I missed you!” He growled behind me and started to fuck me hard.
I gritted my teeth, my eyes still closed and turned away from him to get a firmer grip on the chair. This hurt, and was not like the love making with Darren I was used to. My ass was too tight, his cock was too thick, and he was fucking me like a man possessed.
“Darren!” I yelled as I felt his hand on my neck to push me down. I tried to turn my head, but his hand was now holding me down as he fucked me like a dog from behind. “Stop!” I yelled out, but he didn’t.
Darren’s body was slapping against me in a loud rhythm. My ass was starting to loosen up to the assault, and the pain was slowly subsiding as he continued. I let him push me down farther as I kneeled on the chair, my big brute of a man giving it to me full force standing up behind me. I managed to turn around, to see him. His body looked magnificent, his head back and looking up to the ceiling, and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. There was an evil grin on his face as he rocked back and forth hard, digging his cock into me with such force I’d never felt from him.
Then his hands were on my shoulders and he pulled me up a bit. His eyes opened and he looked down at me with that grin. “God I want this!” He yelled suddenly, slapping my ass with one hand before it returned to my shoulder.
I grunted with each thrust, and turned away to take it. I kept repeating “fuck” over and over again as I resigned to this position, before he pulled out suddenly and grabbed my waist to flip me over.
His mouth came to me and it seemed like the old Darren again, kissing me the way he used to. There was a tenderness again as he turned me around and leaned me back on the chair, lifting my legs up and holding them out as he lowered himself to me.
“You okay?” He asked as he aimed his cock back to my gaping hole.
I grabbed his neck and pressed my forehead to his. “Yes. Slowly!” I moaned as I felt his cock find its target.
Darren growled and slowly let his dick slide in as our heads stuck together. I groaned as he entered me, seemingly taking forever as every 9 inches of him filled me up again.
“You missed my cock didn’t you?” He breathed in my mouth as his tongue flicked around my bottom lip.
I nodded. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I need to have you.” I moaned as his hips connected with my ass. He was all the way in again, and I could feel his cock flexing in me.
I squeezed my ass together, clenching my legs around his waist, making him groan. “I know. I’m sorry for making you wait.” He kissed me hard, and then started to resume his pounding in a fury.
My head fell back as he held me open, but this time his hard drilling was hitting all the right spots. My eyes flared open and I looked down at my cock already leaking with cum. “Fuck me Darren! I fucking love you!” I groaned.
Darren knew that look and hammered me hard. “You missed me that much didn’t you? You getting off on my cock already?!” He groaned over me, lifting my legs over his biceps.
I could only nod as I felt my cock ready to burst. I looked into his eyes and felt the first shot coming. “Yes. Oh god YES!” I managed to moan as it exploded from me, covering my torso with my warm liquid.
Darren groaned and fucked me harder. I grabbed his neck and hung on, knowing he was not far behind me. I let my cock twitch out the remaining juice as Darren’s eyes closed and his face tightened. With a loud grunt, he slammed into me and held himself still, breeding my ass deep with his load. He shuddered and thrust into me again, and I grabbed his ass to hold him, digging my fingers into his meaty flesh. He lowered his head between his shoulders and moved his hips again, pushing more seed into me. Then he collapsed on me in a sweaty kiss.
I was bent in half under him, twisted into a weird position hanging on to his naked body. Darren bent a leg up and kneeled down in front of the chair, keeping me impaled on him. His hands were all over my face as we kissed, letting all of his hunger out still as we caught our breaths.
Then without a word, he let go of my head, slid his dick out with one move backwards, and stood up and stepped away from me, leaving me to unfurl from the strange position and lower my legs to stretch. Darren didn’t look back, just walked away and into the downstairs bathroom. For a moment, I sat frozen, half on the chair, half on the floor, listening for sounds.
Darren returned with a towel and started to gather clothes without looking at me. I stood up slowly, watching him get dressed like a man who just fucked a hooker. He wasn’t looking at me, and seemed more interested in cleaning up the mess than how I felt at this moment.
“Hey.” I finally said, making him stop suddenly and look at me as he pulled his shirt over his head.
He smiled quickly, and froze. “What?”
I gave a little laugh and looked around. “You in a hurry or something?”
Darren gave an awkward laugh back and put his hands on his hips. “Sorry. Just don’t want to get caught.”
I looked back at the clock. “Get caught? Darren…no one’s going to be home for another hour at least.” I put my own hands on my hips and squared up to him. “And that was a little rough after so long.”
Darren let the air out of his body and his face suddenly changed. He moved toward me fast, taking me into his body and hugging me close. “I’m so sorry!”
I breathed in his shirt, feeling his mountainous pecs between my nose. “It’s okay.” I said, even though my ass was screaming ‘no it’s not!’
Darren kissed the top of my head and held me tight. “Sorry. Really. I’m just…I don’t know! Nervous I guess!”
I stepped back and finished getting dressed as he watched me now.
“I thought I could do it. You know, give it all up.” He said quietly. “But I knew I wouldn’t last. And now…” He snorted through his nose. “Now I remember how fucking amazing you feel, I’m going to have a hard time resisting again.”
I turned to him, seeing him standing there looking at me. “So why do we have to?”
Darren just shrugged. “Because we shouldn’t be doing this. To our wives.”
That hit me hard, and I knew he was right. Again. “So what if we came clean. To our wives.”
Darren shook his head. “Don’t.” He held up a hand. “We said we wouldn’t talk about that again. I can’t Brian…I just….” He stopped and just looked at me. There was a pain in his eyes that I couldn’t quite understand or know at that moment, and he just stopped talking. He lowered his head, and ran a hand through his hair.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I won't ask again. But I need you. I do.” I said, waiting for him to look back up. But when he did, he just gave me a sad smile.
“Come on. Let’s go back upstairs.” And he turned for me to follow him.
I stood there for a moment, glued to my spot as I watched him walk away, wondering if we were going to be able to continue this bromance after all. But the way he looked at me just now, the way he walked away, the way he acted having sex with me...I wasn't sure at all.
