Darren: Gay Stories @ Sex Stories.mobi
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Darren broke the surface of the water, the sun glinting off the droplets that sprayed away from his face as it emerged from the pool. I tried not to look at his crotch and the bulge of his cock against the tight Speedo.
The fuck who invented Speedos should be ass-fucked by every sexually frustrated guy in the world.
Darren was staying at our house while his parents were backpacking across southern Europe. Darren and I weren’t especially good friends since we went to different schools and only saw each other at church on Sundays, but our mothers had a Bible study together and seemed to be under the impression that Darren and I were great pals.
Darren was tall, or at least taller then I am, about 6’ 1”. He had brown hair with dumbass blond highlights and a small goatee on his chin. He’s got muscle definition that screams steroids and a beautiful, dark tan that screams future skin cancer.
He gets out of the pool and walks across the concrete towards me. I’m sitting under an umbrella-table at the edge of the lawn. He stops right in front of me. I lower my book and look directly into his crotch, his Speedo sucked in to provide a graphic description of his cock and balls.
“Sure you don’t wanna come in?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips. I gulp and try to keep my voice. “Um, no,” I said, “I’m not much of a water person.” “Okay,” He said, “But it’s your loss.” He turned and took a few running steps and leaped into the pool, splashing water all over the deck and me.
Darren sat on the edge of the bed, and looked deep into my eyes. I could see lust there, but it was hidden behind reservations and doubts. I sat next to him laid my hand on his shoulder. I felt it twitch at my touch. I liked seeing him shaken for once. I leaned across his body and kissed his lips. It was brief, but I felt the electric tingle run down my spine, sending waves of goose bumps out across my back. I kissed him again, longer this time. Our lips were warm against each other. My tongue touched his teeth and ran across them. I slipped it into the gap between his top and bottom sets and slowly parted them. Darren stood, abruptly and looked at me. “This is wrong,” He said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Darren followed me out of the pool and grabbed a towel, tossing one to me. I began toweling down my hair as I walked across the deck. I stopped and toweled down the rest of my body and threw the towel over my shoulder. Darren followed me inside and we headed into my room, or should I say the room we were sharing. Darren flipped open his suitcase that was sitting on a chair in the corner and grabbed a pair of jeans, a short-sleeved polo shirt and a pair of white cotton briefs. “Mind if I hit the shower,” Darren asked, “This pool-water’s gonna do havoc to my hair.” “Nah,” I replied, “I was just about to do the same.” We headed out of “our” room and upstairs to the shower. “You know,” Darren said, “I’ve never gotten around to telling you how great it is of you to open your house to me, especially because you hardly know me and all.” “Ah,” I said dismissively. “It’s no problem, man.” “No, really,” He said, pursuing the matter, “It’s really a great testimony of Christ.” - Oh shit I thought, He’s not gonna bring up that, is he? “Ah, na man,” I said, trying to end this line of conversation, “It’s no big deal.” “Well, I just wanted you to know how grateful I am,” He said. We had just reached the bathroom door when he finished. “You first or me?” I asked him. “Uh, I don’t care, you can, “ He said. “Naw,” I said, politely differing to the guest, “You can,” “No,” He said, “It’s no problem, you can go first,” - Christ, I thought It’s just a fucking shower, not a U.N. decision. “We could just go together,” He said. It caught me completely off guard. By the time I had finished visualizing the shower scene in American History X and what it would be like to stand behind him in the shower, reality had reared his shit-ugly head. “Uh, I dunno,” I said, trying to exude negative thoughts. “Ah, c’mon,” He persisted, “We just gotta wash our hair, it’s dumb to take two.” “I, um, well…” I stuttered. “Oh, come on,” He said, grabbing my arm and leading me into the bathroom “It’s not a U.N. decision.”
My tongue explored the inside of his mouth, running around the roof, feeling the ridges there. I lowered it down onto his tongue, tracing the roughness of it. I moved my head around to the side to enable me further access to his mouth. My lips were warm from his lips. My eyes were closed as I absorbed the moment. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently eased him back, down onto the bed. He resisted slightly, but finally submitted. I eased my body over on top of his, my crotch pressing down into his. I could feel his erection though his jeans. I ran my hand down over his chest and I felt it jerk against my leg. His hand tentatively moved around behind me and rested on the small of my back. I smiled to myself when he did that. I broke our kiss and raised up on my knees, my ass pressing down onto his cock. I smiled at him as I reached down and undid the one done button on his polo. I took the polo by the bottom and slowly began to pull it up. He arched his back as I slid it up and over his head. I looked down at his hard body, washboard abs, toned chest, practically rippling. I bent and kissed his shoulder, then his chest, then I kissed his left nipple. I felt its hard erection between my lips before I playfully toyed it with the tip of my tongue. He shuddered and goose bumps rose under my touch.
I watched Darren crack his head side-to-side, then tighten and loosen his shoulders, stretching. “Kinda tight,” He said. We stood in the middle of the bathroom, still in our swimsuits. Our clothes sat on the vanity. I loved and hated this awkward little moment when you’re standing with another guy, about to get into the same shower, and neither one of you wants to de-robe first.
Darren did, hooking his Speedo with his thumbs and working it down, exposing more and more of the skin leading down to his pubes. I followed suit, grabbing my shorts and easing them down. I tried with all my might not to stare at Darren as he pulled his Speedo off, but it was impossible. He peeled the tiny suit off his cock and balls, stirring them. I caught my breath, quietly enough he didn’t notice, luckily.
I was shocked as he pulled the Speedo off, to discover he was not only, un-circumcised, but he had a perfectly shaved pubes. He pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in. I got in after him. I had managed to control my erection so far, but I felt the blood pushing, begging to be let in. He began fiddling with the shower knob. He managed to get water to come out, but couldn’t figure out how to turn on the showerhead. “Can you help me with this thing?” He asked, “I’ve never showered up here before.” I leaned past him and pulled on the knob, turning on the water-jet blast. When I did so, my cock shifted and brushed against his leg. I lost it then. As I straightened up I stared with dismay as my dick kept increasing in size until it was fully erect and sticking straight out. “Is this the shampoo?” Darren asked, turning around to face me. His eyes flicked down and back up at me. “Woah,” He said, raising his eyebrows briefly in mocking jest.
I swallowed hard and picked up the shampoo from the rack and handed it to him.
I ran my tongue across his abs, feeling it bounce across the hard mountains and valleys. I pulled off my tee and tossed it aside. I felt Darren’s hands on my shoulders. He pulled me close to him and kissed my shoulder. He rolled over and kissed my chest and down my stomach. I began massaging his hair as he kissed me, running his tongue across my torso, exploring me. He moved up and kissed my ear, nibbling on it softly, then down to my neck and shoulder. I now had hard-on to match his and I knew he could tell. I reached down and began to work on the button to his pants. He sat up and stared at me a moment in foreign shock, then stood and stared at me in horror. “This isn’t right,” He stammered. “This is against God, Jesus wouldn’t like this.” - Oh Christ, I thought, Who gives a flying fuck? I crawled over to the edge of the bed and kissed his chest, he back away. “No,” He said, “No more of that.” I stood and kissed him on the lips. He resisted at first, but I held his head to mine and I could feel his resistance melt away the longer our tongues made love. I unbuttoned his pants. I worked the zipper down and dropped them to the floor. I kissed him briefly then slowly sank down, pulling his cotton briefs down with me. “No, ah, no,” He said, trying to resist me as I encompassed his raging hard-on in my mouth.
The credits on the Jean Claude Van-Damme action flick ended. It wasn’t my choice; Darren had wanted to rent it, so we had. Mom and Dad were gone for the evening. Mom was at her Bible study and Dad had gone to dinner with a few people from his office to celebrate something. We prowled around the house until Darren suggested we go for a late-night swim in the pool. “Our suits are still wet, man,” I said, “and it’ll be too much of a pain to put ‘em in the dryer.” “So?” He said, “ We can swim in our underwear or go skinny dippin’ or somethin’.” He ran outside and started ditching clothes before I could protest. His perfect body arched through the air in a shallow dive. He came up on the other side of the pool and shook the water from his head. “Come on in,” He said, “It’s great!” I tossed my clothes off and eased myself down into the pool. The moonlight glinted off the water and Darren’s wet hair. He swam across the stood in front of me. I wanted him so bad I could hardly breathe. “C’mon,” He said, splashing water in my face. I shook the water out in time to get another right in the eye. I turned my head and began blindly splashing in his direction. I felt something seize my high thigh, then fling me around like a doll into the water.
I sputtered up and glared at him, then began splashing hard at him. He dove under the water and grabbed low on my stomach and pushed me under. When I came up sputtering and coughing, Darren was standing next to the pool, the moon reflecting off the water on his body, laughing. I inhaled and stared at his cock for a good four or five seconds.
I glanced up at his face, suddenly aware that I had been staring. He was looking at me with and odd expression on his face. “What’s the deal, man?” He asked. “Whatcha mean,” I asked, hoping by playing dumb he’d just ignore it. “You’re staring,” He said, glancing down at his cock and back up at me a couple times, “You know.” “Um, well, it’s,” I stuttered, trying to find a plausible excuse, “It’s just that I’ve never seen a, you know, shaved pubes before, that’s all.” - Fucking brilliant, I thought, You may have just saved your ass, man. “Ah, well,” He said, running his fingers over it, “I did this a couple years ago, when I was on the swim team, you know, less drag.” “Ah,” I said, “Cool.” - Cool? Dear God, what the fuck are you going to say next? It’s anything but cool, it’s giving me a fucking hard-on, goddammit.
My lips closed around the head of his cock. I sucked, softly, then ran my tongue over his head, feeling the roughness of his cockhead. I ran my tongue over his slit and he gasped and moaned loudly. I ran my tongue down the soft underside of his cock, down to his balls. I kissed the wrinkled, dark brown skin of his scrotum. I then ran my tongue up the soft underbelly of his cock again. He was breathing heavily, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
I kissed the head and took it back into my mouth, running my tongue around it again. Suddenly I felt his cock convulse with the throws of orgasm. Darren began moaning loudly, nearly screaming as his warm cum filled my mouth. I gulped it down as blast after massive blast filled me. He was salty and thick, very thick. Warm and almost sweet, but not really. It was like no cum I had ever tasted before, yet it was so familiar. His knees buckled and he collapsed back onto the bed. I crawled up his body and kissed him on the lips, transferring some of his cum still in my mouth to his. He closed his eyes, tasting the cum, his chest heaving with his labored breathing. “That was the first time I’ve ever cummed,” He said between breaths. I shook my head. “Ever?” I asked, in astonishment. “Ever,” He replied. “You’ve never masturbated?” I asked, not believing him completely. “God doesn’t leave a lot of room for sexual exploration,” He said. I smiled and kissed Darren.
I walked into the house naked. While Darren had been swimming laps around the pool, I had sneaked inside and taken a few hits from a joint I had been nursing for a couple weeks. It had loosened me up a little and I had been sneaking a few “accidental” feels off Darren’s ass as he swam by. We had finally gotten out of the pool and come inside. Darren had wrapped a towel around himself, but I marched in my cock leading the way. I began prowling through the cabinets and the refrigerator. Darren stood in the doorway to the kitchen and watched me, eyebrows raised. “Aren’t you gonna put on some clothes, man?” He asked. “Naw,” I announced, putting my hands on my upper thighs, “I kinda like running free.” He gave me an really odd look, then threw me my underwear. “C’mon, man,” He said, “Get dressed, I don’t wanna see you all the time.”
I felt Darren’s mouth on my cock. He subscribed to the notion that bobbing you head up and down on someone’s dick was good head, but I didn’t care, it was ecstasy just the same. He was warm, and beautiful. I looked down my body to where he knelt, my legs draped over his shoulders. He head was buried in my crotch, moving up and down, side to side on my cock. I felt the waves of pleasure as I watched him give them. I closed my eyes and laid back, my heart racing as I felt the warmth in my loins grow. I can mean only one thing. I wanted to yell “Faster! Harder!” but it was too exquisite as it was. Too perfect.
I let a low moan escape my lips as my breathing began to catch in my throat. I sucked in a long breath and released my first shot. He coughed as he struggled to keep up with my cum. When he came up and kissed me I could feel the cum he didn’t quite manage to swallow on his chin, rubbing into my face. I licked it off and smiled at my own taste. We lay back, our arms interlocked, our naked bodies heaving.
I walked Darren down the hall, holding his hand. We couldn’t find anything to do and I was bored. I was stoned enough to decide to give it a try with him, even with his preaching all day long. I opened the door to my room and walked in. Darren flipped on the light and I flipped it off again. The room was only illuminated by a blue lava lamp I had on my desk and the glowing screen saver on the computer. Darren sat on the edge of the bed, and looked deep into my eyes. I could see lust there, but it was hidden behind reservations and doubts.
I felt Darren’s cock rise again under my hand as I rested it on his crotch. I turned my head and looked at him. He smiled and nodded. I rolled over and put my lips to his ear. “I want you inside me,” I whispered. He looked at me, confusion, then fear, then disgust, then amazement playing across his face. “You mean?” He asked, trailing off. “Yeah,” I said.
The sun came through the window and played across the bed. I leaned on my elbow and looked at Darren sleeping next to m, his naked body half exposed. He twitched and rolled over, laying on his back, morning erection standing straight up to greet me. I slowly slid down his body and began to blow him, keeping my eyes on his so I’d know when he woke up. I could feel he was nearing his cum. He was thrusting his hips against my mouth in his sleep, trying to increase the temp so he’d cum. He inhaled, exhaled then sucked in a deep breath and filled my mouth with cum.
He sat up and looked at me, between his legs, my mouth leaving his hard erection covered with cum. His eyes darted between me and his cock. “What the fuck did we do?” He yelled. “We had a good time, lover,” I said, kissing him on the mouth. He pushed away and pulled on a pair of briefs on the floor and began to pace. “We didn’t, we didn’t, did we?” He asked. “Oh, come on man,” I said, more then slightly irritated, “You know we did,”
I felt his cock against my anus. I held my breath and nodded at him. He began pushing it into me. At first it hurt, a lot, but then it began to feel almost good, like it was right to be there. He kept pushing until I told him to stop. He began thrusting in and out, pushing into me and pulling out until just his head was left in. It was exquisite. My dick was hard again by the first thrust.
He kept going, pushing deep into me. I clenched my ass muscles around his cock producing a moan from him. His breath began to quicken and I knew the end was near even before he warned me about it. He thrust into me and shot a wad deep into my bowels. I felt him slide in and out easier as his cum lubed my anus. Finally he collapsed onto me, breathing hard, kissing my chin.
Two days later he was gone, but sitting here, all I can think about is that last kiss on the chin. We fucked each other senseless and all I can think of is that last kiss on the chin.
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