The more we became friends in public, the easier it got to hang out together. After a year of budding friendship, we were solidifying our “best friend” status with everyone. Darren was getting more and more creative with his buddy requests to help us spend time together. Whether it was urging me to take up golf (Golf?! Am I 70?!) so that we would have long, but totally explained, afternoons together, or to try a new take out place while the families got together one weekend, where we went to go pick up the food together and ended up fucking in the backseat of his car along the way, only to return without a glance from anyone.
We were hanging out after work for drinks or dinners every now and then now in public, usually trying to fuck before or afterwards with the perfect alibi that we actually DID have drinks and/or dinner. Darren even started picking me up from my office, coming in to see MY work as my best friend. Just recently on a night out and a meeting me at my work, he followed me into the private bathroom when almost everyone was gone and slid his thick cock into me from behind to get a nice deep quick fuck in before dinner, watching ourselves in the mirror as he quietly shot his load into my ass before we headed out.
Darren was becoming absolutely perfect in my eyes. We were doing it, living life secretly with each other while maintaining our families and keeping everyone happy. But the more I met up with Darren, the more I wanted him. And the more Darren did romantic things for me, the more I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hide this side of me for much longer.
As I turned 36 that summer, and we had spent the last six months in constant contact as best friends, Darren’s tender side was coming out more and more. Despite him being a big stocky lug, all muscled and thick, and now 41, he was very passionate. The way he looked at me, the way he wanted to hold my hand in secret whenever we could, and the way we had sex – each time was becoming more and more intense, and more explosive than the last. He would text me randomly and say he needed to see me. Or would call me out of the blue and say he just needed to hear my voice. And when we did have time to spend together naked, the way he made love to me was always incredible, ensuring that each movement he made was for both our pleasure.
So when our wives decided to take our kids out all together to dinner and a movie, Darren and I made our own plans at his house. Namely, a few hours of naked time.
It was the end of school, with summer just starting. Amy and Allie had decided to take the kids to the latest Disney movie, then out for a dinner all together. And it was their suggestion that Darren and I hang out at his house and relax together. Darren wholeheartedly agreed we would.
The two of us stood at the door ushering them all out to make sure they were on time. It was a relatively warm start to July, and both Darren and I were standing in shorts, bare foot with tees on, watching as our wives and kids piled into Amy’s van. Darren walked them all right to the van, even closing the door and tapping the hood like he was signaling them off as I waved from the porch. Watching Darren from behind, watching every muscle in his big bare legs twitch as he walked barefoot along their paved walkway, watching the way his arms bulged in his shirt, watching the way his pecs bounced, was my own entertainment and made me hard in my own shorts. As the van backed out of the driveway, Darren turned to walk back towards me with a glint in his eye.
“You ready sexy?” He mumbled at me as he moved beside me on the step. He had his hands in his shorts pockets and towered over my 5’9” body. His eyes roamed down my shirt, smiling at my muscled physique proudly displayed in my form fitting shirt. I was more ripped than Darren at this point, more defined. But he had me beat in the size department and overall mass. I heard him breathe in deeply as he stood beside me and growl a bit. “I can’t wait to get you naked,” he said as he waved a big arm up to the departing van.
My cock was hard and I had to put my hands in my pockets as well to hide it as he turned to move back into the house. I watched his calves as I followed him inside, Darren closing the door behind me. And then he pulled me into him and kissed me with such ferociousness I thought I would lose my breath.
“Finally.” He groaned, gripping me into his body in a tight bear hug with his back leaning against the door.
“Can we at least wait till we know they’re not coming back!” I laughed into his neck, wrapping my arms at last around his broad back and feeling the size of him next to me. My dick was aching to be released as it pressed against the confines of my shorts and underwear. Darren spread his legs out, his perfect feet standing wide to let me lean into his mid-section, staring up at his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Well, I do have a couple things to get ready.” He kissed my nose and smiled. “You go pour us some wine. And I’ll be right back!” He winked at me and pushed me off him so that he could bound up the stairs fast, taking the stairs three at a time with his long legs as I slowly made my way back to the kitchen.
I found a bottle of Darren’s favourite wine already on the side counter and grabbed two glasses from their hutch in the dining room. I already knew my way around their house as our houses were becoming second nature to us. As I uncorked the red, I heard water running upstairs and wondered what the big hunk was up to.
I poured two glasses and leaned against their large island and waited, looking around their expansive house. I found myself sipping on my wine, wandering around to their family room, looking carefully at the pictures in the frames scattered on their shelves. The girls as babies and toddlers. Darren shirtless and a little more buff with his girls in each arm about four years ago. One pic I recognized from the vacation in the Dominican where I met him. And then I studied their wedding photo. Darren looking younger and smiling widely, even more handsome now I thought to myself than his younger self in the photo. His hair was longer, his cheeks thinner, his shoulders not as pumped up. He looked about 30 or younger, and I realized I didn’t even know how long he had been married. This was going to be my 8th anniversary, so Darren and Amy must be over 10, even though our kids were the same ages.
I heard Darren coming down the stairs and moved back towards the kitchen as he stepped into the area. I noticed I could still hear water running upstairs. He saw the glass in my hand, and then turned to the island where he was waiting. “I see you started without me.” He grinned and rolled his eyes. “You are such a lush.”
I smiled as I moved back to the island and went beside him. He brought his glass to mine as he opened up his arm and took me into his side, holding me by the shoulders and pulling me close. He clinked my glass and said, “To us.”
He took a drink and then leaned down to kiss me softly, letting just our lips connect in an open mouth kiss. Then he took my hand in his big mitt and slowly started to pull me towards the stairs.
“Follow me.” He said sexily, pointing to the bottle and pulling me back into the kitchen with him so he could grab it, letting go of my hand to do so. He hooked the bottle in his fingers that was holding the glass of wine, and took my hand again with his free one, pulling me along as I smiled in tow.
I could hear the water running as we started up the stairs and realized that he was filling the tub in the ensuite bathroom. “Are you drawing a bath?”
He just turned to me with a shit eating grin and nodded. He pulled me into their master bedroom and left me standing there as he stepped into the ensuite with this glass and the bottle. I saw his leg lift up as he bent over the tub to check the water and then stepped back into the bedroom, moving over to me. “Now, we have all afternoon and evening. And I’ve always wanted to do this with you…” He started to pull at my shirt, lifting it up over my head before bending down to kiss me gently. This time, his tongue slid into my lips and parted them, snaking into my mouth and connecting with my own tongue in a warm, red wine flavoured way.
I pressed my body up against him and continued to kiss, letting my hands roam up under his shirt to feel his broad back and muscles along the smoothness of his skin. I could feel his crotch pushing up against me, his cock already hard and erect for me. He leaned back, not taking his eyes off mine and peeled his shirt off, displaying that smooth beefy upper body of his that I just loved to touch. My hands smacked his big pecs hard and he pulled me into him by my waist to crash my body against his with a groan. Then we were making out again, until he suddenly went, “Oh oh.” And disappeared into the ensuite.
I giggled as I heard him turn off the taps and then appeared in the doorway, wagging a finger at me to enter.
I stepped into the bathroom and saw the bubbles in the tub, the steam rising, and the candles dotted around the perimeter. He stepped to the side and turned off the lights, giving the bathroom a romantic glow as he undid his shorts and stepped back. “Strip mister.” He groaned as he shucked his pants, underwear and all down, letting his thick cock spring up and out, fully aroused and ready for my hands or mouth or ass or whatever.
But he didn’t let me touch him. Instead, he put one of his massive legs over the tub and stepped inside, playfully letting out a loud gasp as the shock of the temperature hit him. I quickly undid my shorts and pushed them down and stepped out of them by the time Darren was standing in the tub, all 6’2” of him vertically, and all 9 inches of him sticking horizontally. Seeing this, with the bottom half of his legs covered in bubbles and water, made him look exceptionally massive. And I couldn’t wait to join him.
I stepped in and let out a little shriek as the heat from the water stung my feet. I joined him in the center with both feet, resisting the urge to attack his cock staring at me. He smiled and moved closer to me and let his hands move over my shoulders, causing me to shiver and giggle.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He said quietly. “Don’t tell anyone I like bubble baths.” He winked and leaned over and kissed me, his cock touching my abs as he did, sending sparks through both of us. I couldn’t help but reach up and grab his dick and gently stroke it as he moaned softly in my mouth. And then he lowered himself into the tub and raised his eyebrows for me to do the same.
I felt the water rise up as Darren’s 220-pound body filled the large tub. “Turn around.” He said, holding his hand up for me to take so he could guide me down in between his legs. He bent both his legs and spread them open wide, inviting me to sit in between him and lean on him, resting my head back against his chest. As I maneuvered myself into position, the tub was practically overflowing with our combined body mass. But I managed to slip in between his legs and felt his cock at my back as I laid backwards on him.
And this was the most glorious feeling in the world, to be lying in between his legs, his arms wrapped around me in the warmth of the tub. I closed my eyes and remembered this feeling in a hot tub with another giant man. I took in a deep breath of air and opened my eyes to see the bubbles and to snap myself out of my reverie. My hands moved to Darren’s thick thighs and squeezed them towards me as he tried to straighten them more. I pushed myself upwards so that my head was closer to Darren’s, resting now up by his shoulder so he could turn his head sideways and kiss my forehead. I watched as his large hands moved lightly along my smooth torso, letting his fingers glide along my pecs and abs, and reach down under the water to find my hard cock.
“Oh,” he said in mock surprise, “looks like someone’s enjoying this feeling.” He wrapped his fist around my dick and squeezed, causing me to let my own hands slide down his legs and feel his own powerful muscles, before returning upwards and moving behind me to find his raging hardon pressing at my back.
“Looks like I’m not the only one.” I whispered, leaning up to beg for a kiss, which he returned.
With the glow of the candles, and the quietness of the house, we simply sat there, exploring each other in the hot water. Letting our hands move over each other, exploring in silence. I played with the bubbles, letting them hide body parts at first, and then slowly wipe away so I could see each piece of flesh on Darren. And then so I could feel each piece of flesh on him.
And when Darren completely covered my body in his arms, and even wrapped his big legs around me to hold me tight in his grasp, his mouth just resting on the side of my forehead, he spoke.
“I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do with you. This was one of them.” He was practically whispering. “I’ve never felt this way before. Amy would say I’m not a romantic guy.” His one hand was moving slightly along the top of my shoulder as he held me, lost in his own thoughts. “But with you…all I can picture is doing stuff like this with you. Sitting by a fire. Romantic dinners. Washing dishes together. Coming home at the end of the day to you.”
I listened quietly, not moving or saying a word, until he paused. “Like real husbands.” I said out loud.
He kissed the side of my face again. “Yes. Like real husbands.” He sat up more in the tub and I turned slightly so that he was able to kiss me fully on the lips. I opened my mouth to feel his open just as wide, our tongues linking together like they were used to, both of our heads turned in what was now becoming our natural moves.
The water sloshed around us as we adjusted, feeling his wet body next to mine. And feeling his cock pressing against my body. I turned all the way around as Darren sat up more, his upper body covered in remnants of bubbles gliding down his hard pecs, revealing his tattoo on his shoulder. His hands came to the sides of the tub as he hoisted himself up stood up completely, letting the water and spots of bubbles cascade down his large body as I sat on my knees in the tub, his cock now at my eye level standing at attention.
I moved forward and slipped his smooth hard dick into my mouth, tasting the water and the faint bubbles on him. I hung on to his quads as I sucked him back into my throat, gagging on his thick shaft as I moved too eagerly on him. His legs felt like granite standing before me as water dripped down him. My eyes peered upwards, seeing those massive pecs of his sticking out, his hands hanging by his sides, and his eyes glued on me, staring down at me feasting on him as we smiled.
He let me suck on his tool for a while, before he pulled me up out of the water and sat me back on the edge of the tub behind me and knelt back down in the water to lean into my throbbing cock. I groaned as he engulfed it in his warm mouth, letting it slide in slowly and tenderly, his big hand wrapping around the base and grabbing my full balls underneath. Darren was becoming such a pro at sucking me, treating each time as an experiment to test his skills.
When I grabbed his shoulders and gasped loudly, he knew he had me where he wanted me, and he stood up quickly, pulling me up with him and spinning me around to step up behind me. As I felt his hard cock press up my back, I could see our reflection in the mirror opposite us. Darren looked positively god-like as his beefy body glistened with water, his muscles hard and flexed as he maneuvered behind me. I leaned forward, gripping the edges of the tub to bend over, keeping my eyes in the reflection to watch him. Darren’s face was determined, holding his erect cock in his hand as he spit into it and lubed himself up. I watched him rub my ass with his other hand, leaning over to let a wad of spit fall from his mouth and land directly on my ass so that he could rub it in. I watched him as he pointed his cock at me, and then felt it press into my tight hole. And then he looked at the mirror and saw me watching him as I felt him invade me gently.
He moved his hands to my shoulders and gripped me tightly as he pushed forward, sinking all the way into me slowly until his hips were ramming up against me, pushing me forward slightly. Our eyes remained on each other in the reflection of the mirror, both of us grinning at the sight.
Darren’s hands brushed lightly down my back, moving over me with both hands to make me shiver as if his touch was easing my body into letting him fuck me. He just held himself still as he ran his hands up and down my back, smiling at me in the mirror until he could feel me relaxing around him. Then his hands moved back up to my shoulders and his thick hands gripped me tightly as his waist started to pump.
Watching Darren fuck me in this position in the mirror was hot. My eyes roamed over his body, watching his shoulders tense and bulge, his waist move as he pumped me, even his thighs were rippling as he humped back and forth, water splashing around our legs.
“This was a fantasy of mine.” He said quietly, watching me in the mirror. “I have lots more where you’re concerned.”
I leaned forward more, feeling Darren’s girth fill me completely. His cock always felt amazing in me, as if it belonged in me. Darren adjusted his feet as I moved more into a 90 degree position, and he started to fuck me harder, digging his cock upwards as he did which he knew would get me moaning. And it did.
I leaned on my forearm and started jerking my cock as he fucked me, slapping his body into me harder now and filling the bathroom with both our moaning and the sound of sex. I started pushing backwards, fucking back at Darren just as much as he was fucking into me to show him he could fuck me even harder. He responded by moving his hands to my waist and holding me there to really plow me.
“Yeah big guy. Fuck me!” I moaned out, turning back to look at him, before looking back into the mirror to see his facial expression as I continued to pull at my cock.
Darren’s eyes were closing slowly, but he kept opening them up to look at me in the mirror. I could see the pleasure washing over him, the way his mouth tightened, or he clenched his jaw. His neck and his shoulders were bulging in muscle as he lifted his head, making him look like such a man as he drilled me.
“You gonna cum with me?” He moaned, letting his mouth hang open as he watched me.
I nodded and arched up a bit so he could see me jerking in the mirror. He frowned as he watched me, licking his lips. I could see the buildup coming over his entire body as his fingers dug into me, his abs clenched, his biceps bulged as he squeezed me, and his face relaxed completely.
“Yeah baby. Cum with me.” He said gruffly, letting his eyes close again as it boiled up inside him. I watched him carefully, timing my jerking and my own sensations till the moment when I knew he was ready.
And then his eyes widened, and his mouth opened in a silent exclamation. Just watching this transformation, and knowing he was going to spill his cum inside me brought me over the edge as I jerked staring at him.
He gripped me even tighter and started groaning. “Fuck Brian, here it comes!” He growled and slammed into me deep, making me moan in response and start to shoot my own load into the side of the tub and the water below me. My eyes remained on Darren, watching his face grimace as he ejaculated into me. I felt his cock pulsating inside my ass as it convulsed in response to my own orgasm, leaving Darren standing stock still and enjoying the sensation. He gave a little thrust and rolled his eyes, unleashing more of his semen into my ass and letting out a low groan.
“Holy fuck.” He said at last, sliding out and stepping back, slapping my ass lovingly. I remained in my bent over position, letting my legs slowly straighten after taking the pounding as Darren sat back down into the water with a loud gasp of satisfaction.
I stood up and turned around to him, sliding down into the tub facing him, letting my legs wrap over his out of the water. I felt his feet at my sides, and my hands went to them to hang on to them under the water. I could feel the wrinkling of his soft soles as he stared at me with a big grin. I moved my feet in between him, feeling his softening dick with them and holding it in between my feet under the water as I stared back.
“You are so fucking sexy.” I murmured, lowering myself into the water so that it was above my shoulders, Darren’s big feet now under my armpits and my hands now on his knees bent up above the water.
“Look who’s talking.” He grumbled back, sliding his ass down more into the tub towards me. His hands came out of the water and laced into mine.
“I can’t wait to see what other fantasies you have.” I giggled, watching him close his eyes with his big stupid grin on his face.
He opened one eye and peered at me. “You just wait.”
I looked around his bathroom and saw the clock on the counter, suddenly worried about time. But when I noticed it had only been an hour since everyone had gone, I realized we still had a good two to three hours left. Which made me hard under the water, knowing that I still had time left with my man.
