Continuing My Bromance

I could see him the minute I pulled up outside the restaurant. He was walking towards the door, wearing shorts and flip flops, his muscular legs drawing all sorts of attention from those that he passed. Or was it the way his black polo shirt showed off his big arms – his biceps like two cantaloupes protruding from the sleeves. I sat in my car, looking at the shape of the back of his head as I watched him walk into the restaurant where we had agreed to meet. It was Darren’s birthday tomorrow, and he had agreed to meet me for dinner. Finally. 

I hadn’t seen him now for almost two months. We were both busy with work, but our morning routine had gone to the wayside, Darren coming up with several excuses to not meet up with me in the morning. I hadn’t seen him, held his hand, smelled him, nothing for so long. We still texted, although even those were getting few and far between. We used to text daily, but now it seemed to take a day for Darren to even respond to a text from me.  

I hadn’t touched another man, felt another dick, or tasted anyone else since my last encounter with Darren some six months ago, when he practically raped my ass in his basement after our previous dry spell. In a year, I’ve only had Darren’s cock once. And no others. And that feeling was coming over me once again. The one I couldn’t fight. The one I knew I needed to do something about before I went completely insane. Seeing Darren walking into the restaurant only brought my insides alive, and I wondered how I was going to manage sitting across from him without touching him. Maybe that was why he finally agreed to meet me in a public place. Because he was feeling the same. It was Darren that had said again he couldn’t do this anymore. 

I adjusted my cock in my own shorts, trying to calm myself down and got out of my car, smoothing my American Eagle polo down my flat abs. Like Darren, I had turned my frustration to my workouts, increasing my muscle mass a bit more and adding another 10 pounds of solid muscle to my 5’9” frame. My abs were still showing at almost 40 and I too seemed to be getting a lot of looks as my own physique drew second glances. I started to glance back at others, mainly the men admiring me as I followed the path Darren had just taken. 

I could see him already at a table in the back as soon as I entered, his gorgeous face and his super short haircut stood out in the place. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses as his broad shoulders sat squarely at the table, reading the menu in front of him with a slight scowl on his face as I walked towards him, indicating to the hostess that I found my friend. 

“Hey.” I said rather uncomfortably. Darren’s blue eyes looked up quickly, and he smiled right away. That same smile he always gave me. Like there hadn’t been two months between sightings. I melted right away. 

“Hey pal!” He said rather too excitedly and stood up, his 6’2” frame dwarfing me as he opened up his arms and pulled me in for a tight bro hug. I wrapped my arms around him, smelling a new cologne on him, feeling his muscles around me. My eyes closed briefly, remembering this feeling and craving more. I felt his arms squeeze me momentarily, holding me a little too long for a public setting, until he backed up, his eyes now avoiding mine. “How are you?!” 

I watched him sit without looking back at me, and I could see his shorts tugging in the middle. At least he was feeling the same thing I was, despite his manner. “I’m okay.” I said with a shrug and sat across from him. I stared at him until his eyes met mine again. “You’re looking good.” 

He gave me a wide grin and his eyes darted over my shoulders and chest. “You too! Wow. You must be working out hard too. You’ve gotten thicker?” 

“I have to do something.” I said jokingly, but the look on his face told me not to push it. He gave me a quick pursing of the lips and then grabbed his menu again, putting his Hugo Boss glasses on and directing his attention to the menu. 

We settled into casual conversation, talking about our kids mostly, work, and briefly our wives. Both of us seemed to avoid that topic, as if to distract ourselves from guilty thoughts. But when we turned to plans ahead for the summer after we finished eating, and I inquired if we would get to see each other more, Darren dropped the bomb. 

“We’re moving.” He said simply, and gave me a serious look. 

I waited a moment, holding his stare. He seemed to be testing me, wondering what I would say. “Oh? Where?” 

Darren took in a deep breath and I saw his big hands appear on the sides of the table, as if he was bracing himself for what was to come. “Seattle, Washington.” 

I didn’t move. Neither did he. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. 

“Wow.” I managed to get out. Darren’s eyes were still on me, searching my face for a reaction. I felt like he was testing me, daring me to get emotional, wondering if I would make a scene. I could feel my fists clenching in my lap, my breath increasing as my eyes looked around the room. Seattle was on the other side of the continent. 4000km away. I could feel my insides bursting. 

“They want me to head up the West Coast. Maybe move up to Vancouver eventually and back into Canada. Amy is not too happy about it.” He was speaking very matter-of-factly, very business-like, talking to me with a tone he never used with me.  

My heart was racing, my mind was spinning. I looked down at the table, avoiding his eyes. I knew he was climbing the ladder with the worldwide company. I knew he was good at what he did. I knew he was making a shit load of money. 

“Why?” I heard myself asking quietly. 

Darren leaned forward, folding his hands together in front of him. “What?” He turned an ear towards me. “Did you ask me why?” 

I couldn’t stand his tone. “Yes I did. Why? Why did you agree to move halfway across the world?” I could feel myself losing it, and I think Darren did too.  

He shrugged and sat back, letting his hands move to his knees. “There was an opportunity so I took it.” 

“To get away from me?” I don’t know why I said it, but it came out. My eyes lifted, and I stared at him. Darren stared back, neither one of us moving again.  

He didn’t respond, just sat there looking at me. I held his gaze, trying to control my breathing and my own heart rate as I felt my chest tightening. First Joe, then Brian. Now here I was, thinking I had it all again. And he was moving across the country. To another country really. 

I bit my bottom lip and finally looked away, feeling the tears swelling in my eyes. I could feel myself trembling and I flattened my hands on the table in front of me.  

“This is too hard for me.” Darren finally said quietly, copying my position, putting his big hands in front of him on the table, one overtop the other. 

I kept my eyes down, staring at my own hands. “This is hard for YOU?” I said, raising my voice slightly. 

I heard Darren let out a breath. I couldn’t tell if it was in annoyance, or desperation, or something else. “Brian…” he started to say and I looked up, stopping him. 

I’m not sure if the look on my face softened him, but he suddenly sighed and gave me a half smile.  

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, then just reached across the table and put a big hand on mine.  

I sat still, controlling my breathing, looking down at his hand on mine. Neither one of us moved. But inside my body was responding. My cock was thick and hard. My heart was pumping. My head was dizzy. And when I moved my thumb under his hand to wrap up to his, I heard him sigh. 

“Let’s get out of here.” He said firmly, and squeezed my hand before he let it go and stood up quickly, pulling out his thick wallet and dropping a wad of bills on the table.  

I grabbed my phone and my keys and stood up beside him, noting the outline of his thick legs and then following his round ass out to the front of the restaurant. He didn’t speak, just shoved his hands in his pockets and headed to his SUV.  

“Come with me.” He turned slightly to me, not asking, just telling. And like a little puppy dog in love, I followed him without questions. 

He unlocked his vehicle and walked around to the front and got in at the same time I did. As soon as our doors closed, he leaned over, grabbing my head with his big hand and pulled me into his face, kissing me hard, just like we used to. The sounds of our inhalations filled his SUV, and my hands were on him without thinking. I didn’t care who could see us, or what was happening. We were kissing, and I knew he wanted me. I knew he was sorry. I knew he didn't want to go. I knew he loved me. Just as much as I loved him. 

We stopped briefly, his blue eyes on mine just inches from my face. I held my breath as I stared back at him, wondering what he was thinking. But then he just sat back and started the car, put a big hand on the inside of my thigh and pulled out of the parking spot as if he was in a hurry. 

I found my hand move to his on my leg and he lifted it slightly to allow my fingers to clasp into his. We drove in silence, holding hands, staring straight ahead. Until we were pulling into the front entrance of a nearby Motel 6. 

“Wait here.” He said and released my hand and hopped out of the car. 

I sat in the passenger side, feeling my heart practically exploding. This was going to happen. I was going to be his once again. I couldn’t wait to get up to the room, to feel him. To taste him. I leaned my head back against the seat with a grin on my face, feeling like this was the best thing that could happen. 

Darren emerged a few minutes later, an obvious bulge in the front of his shorts, his pecs looking like to plates under his shirt. I saw him gaze at me through the front window as he rounded the front of the car, and I watched his every move as he climbed back in and tossed me the key. 

“304.” He said and drove to the side of the building. 

We didn’t say anything as we parked. Nor the entire way up to the room. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he avoided looking at me until we were inside the room. 

As soon as the door closed he was on me, kissing me, feeling me, groping me. His eyes were closed the entire time. I could feel his cock through his shorts as he pressed me against the wall, my own hands sliding up under his shirt to feel his bare skin and the muscles he had hardened.  

“I want you so bad.” He groaned into my neck as he guided me to the bed. I let him, feeling my shirt being lifted off my head and his hands grabbing at my body. “FUCK!” He said loudly and then grinned for the first time as he looked at me. “You HAVE gotten bigger.” 

I lifted his shirt to see his abs even more defined than the last time and he pulled his own shirt off his head and threw it to the side and pushed me backwards onto the bed and grabbed the waistband of my shorts to undo them. 

“Easy.” I said, watching him move like a hungry animal. But Darren didn’t stop. Just undid the button and pulled my shorts right off my legs, underwear and all, letting my 8 inches flop out and onto my stomach, fully erect. 

“I’ve missed this.” He moaned and grabbed it with his fist, encircling my meat in his big hand before his mouth went over it and he took me in all the way. Darren was an expert, at least on my dick, and the warm sensation made me collapse backwards on the bed, letting my legs hang off the edge as he sucked my dick furiously. 

I got dizzy, lightheaded, and closed my eyes as he worked on it. I got so wrapped up in what he was doing he almost made me explode. I pushed his head off me, and saw his eyes meet mine. He gave me that sexy grin and then stood up and undid his own shorts, pushing the rest of his clothes off his magnificent body and then walked onto the bed over me. 

I saw his big cock coming at me. He stopped above my head and lifted me up by the back of the neck as he squatted down and fed me his cock. I willingly took it, showing Darren I was just as much an expert on his dick. I heard him groan out a loud “FUCK” again as he used my head on his tool. After awhile, I scrambled out from under him and pushed him backwards, just to get a better angle, and to feel his legs under me. I saw him lay back completely, his head dangling off the edge where my legs were earlier. I saw his big pecs, rounded up. His hands were folded across his flat abs as I held up his cock and admired it, worshipped it, licked it, and feasted on it. If I had known it would be the last time I tasted his cock, I wouldn’t have stopped. 

But when his head lifted and he looked down on me, I let go of his cock and moved over him, squatting over his midsection and spitting into my hand. I rubbed a generous amount over my own ass before adding more to his already slick cock as he watched me. 

“Put me in you.” He said firmly as I moved into position over him. I felt his hands cup my ass and help me guide myself to the pole I was holding. I felt the tip reach my hole, felt the heat radiating from it, and felt the pressure as I tried to take him in. I saw Darren’s face scrunch up as he resisted slamming directly into me. But then his eyes lifted to look at me.

I saw his face soften. I saw the look he gave me and knew he still loved me. I felt relaxed and took a breath and let him slide right into me all at once.  

I saw stars as he invaded my insides. I felt his grip on my sides tighten as he felt the vice-like grip of my anal muscles surrounding his thick shaft. I put both hands on his pecs and stopped myself from moving as the wave of pain overcame me.  

“Don’t move!” I heard myself say. Unlike last time, Darren listened. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt his cock throbbing in me, pulsing, waiting to move. I took a few deep breaths, realizing how long it had been since I felt him in me. I let out one last breath and opened my eyes to see Darren just smiling at me, and tenderly running both hands up and down my arms as I clung to his body as if I was gripping a horse on a saddle.  

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Tell me when you’re ready.”  

His voice was so soft. His eyes were glistening. He looked younger suddenly, and happy. I would remember that look always. So when I nodded, I felt his legs shift behind me, his knees come up as he planted his feet on the bed and his hands moved around my waist to hold me. I leaned up, and back, and put my hands on his knees behind me and started to bounce. 

Then Darren fucked me hard. A steady motion. Our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance. I could feel my pecs bouncing, feel his own muscles under my hands contract and tighten. I watched his face contort, shift in pleasure. Until he was done with this position, and he suddenly moved sideways, keeping himself inside me as he moved me onto my back. 

I was pinned under him, his hands holding mine down on the bed outstretched and above me. His face was next to mine, kissing me as he fucked me. He was digging into me deep, with a determination like never before. My legs were up, my body was responding to every motion from him, both on the outside as our bodies connected, to the insides as well as he seemed to be punching new spots in me. I was on fire for him, and he was not stopping. 

There were no words, just sounds. From our lips when we weren’t kissing, to the sounds of us making love. As he got close, so did I. He released my hands to grab me tighter, to put his head into my shoulder, to pull my ass upwards. I reached in between us to grab my own cock and started to jerk hard, matching the sounds of his breathing to my own to cum simultaneously.  

He leaned up, his arms pumping out showing off his muscles as he towered above me, his hips working overtime to continuously ram my body. My legs were spread open wide, in mid air on their own as I jerked my cock, starting at his upper body in amazement, knowing this man was all mine once again. I saw his mouth drop open in loud moans and I knew he was going to cum. 

“Cum inside me Darren!” I yelled, arching more to try to get more of him in me. I put a hand on his body, feeling his muscles as he hooked my legs over his biceps and lifted my ass up a bit more to fuck me harder. 

“I’m going to fucking EXPLODE in you!” He growled and picked up the pace.  

I groaned under him, feeling the slow surge of my sperm now racing through me. And as soon as Darren let out the first gasp of an orgasm and his body rocked into me hard, I shot the first spurt of my own cum straight up in the air to land on my own shaking body. Darren kept ramming into me hard, causing more and more cum to fly from my dick as I tried to keep jerking. Pump after pump after pump we both moaned out loudly, not caring about who could hear us, until he leaned over me, putting his sweaty forehead onto mine, and I felt his cock slip out of me and his body laid down on mine.  

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him as he wormed his body into mine. He felt so heavy, yet so right on me. I was afraid to let him go. 

He rolled sideways, looking at me with that familiar happy Darren face, his finger tracing lines down my face. And then I saw it all change, and he slipped his body out from mine and moved off the bed. 

I rolled over to watch him, the perfection in his frame, the way each muscle moved as he picked up articles of clothing, and the way his ass looked as he walked around. He didn’t turn back to me, just silently got dressed, and then started to hand me my clothes. 

“Thank you for this.” He said quietly, only looking at me with quick glances. 

I got off the bed and picked up the shorts and underwear combo he handed me and slid into them, smiling widely. “I needed it.”  

Darren gave a little chuckle and said he did too. And then he sat down on the bed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.  

“I really am sorry.” He said simply. 

I put on my shirt and ended up sitting beside him for a moment, neither one of us saying anything.  

“Do you have to move so far away?” I asked finally, barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Yes.” He said firmly. “I do.” 

I frowned at the way he spoke, and could feel my heart racing again. “Will you move back here?” 

There was a slight pause, and then he turned his head towards me without looking at me directly. “No.” 

I felt the conversation from the restaurant coming back, and I knew where this was going. 

“Are you leaving because of me?” My voice sounded weak, almost timid, as if I didn’t want to hear the answer. 

Darren let out a little sigh and sat back for a moment, before he resumed his position crouched over. I stared down at his feet, wondering what he was thinking. 

“Sort of.” He finally said and I almost stopped breathing. 

“Sort of?” My heart was pumping so loud that I thought he could hear it. 

“I have to. This is too much for me. Amy is all over me about James and what he's done. She's questioning everything it seems. Like she knows something. And I just need to get away….” He stopped talking for a minute, and I thought I heard his voice catch. He cleared it and continued. “I owe it to Amy.” 

I gave a little snort and matched his seated position, leaning forward on my own knees. James was their friend who just came out. Darren had said that Amy was suddenly suspicious. “What do you owe me?” 

“I love Amy.” He said almost believably. “I just…” Darren let out another sigh and then sat upright on the bed, sliding his hands up and down his thighs, trying to keep his voice down. “I think this is for the best. For all of us.” 

“Including me?”  

Darren stood up off the bed and moved to the desk in front of us, then turned to look at me and nodded. 

“Did you even ask me? Do I get a say in this?” 

When he rolled his eyes at me I almost lost my mind. I felt like a kid sitting across from him, who was making decisions about my life without even consulting me. 

“Do you still love me?” I blurted out. 

Darren’s mouth hung open and his eyes finally turned to lock with mine. There was a moment of silence as I got lost in those eyes, remembering the last time he looked at me that intently. Everything seemed frozen at that moment, and I’ll never forget the word that came out of his mouth. 

“No.” He said flatly. 

I felt the sting and almost recoiled. Especially as I looked the messed up hotel bed and what we just did. “I don’t believe you.” I said with some confidence. Darren’s eyes briefly looked away before deciding to return to me, and I knew he was lying. I could see it in his face. He was trying to make this easier. For him maybe. 

“I have to go.” I said and darted for the door. Darren moved in front of me and grabbed me by the shoulders. 

“Don’t go like this…” he started to say but I wrestled out of his grip. He let me, knowing the size difference and strength, but put a hand on the hotel room door. 

“Get out of my way.” I said looking down, his big feet in my sightline. 

“Please don’t go like this….” His voice was soft. But I didn’t move, realizing that he had driven me here. 

“Take me back to my car.” I pleaded, not looking up at him. 

“Brian…”  

“TAKE ME BACK!” I surprised myself at how loud I was, and Darren immediately moved to slip on his flip flops and grab his keys. He was the one that stormed out ahead of me, and I followed with my head down, not looking up, holding my own arms across my chest, trying to keep it together.

As we drove in silence back to the parking lot, I replayed every last moment. I stole a glance at him when I could, his eyebrows furrowed, lines across his forehead. His one hand was resting on his leg as the other one gripped the steering wheel tight. Just a little while ago I was lost in his arms again. I had forgotten everything and everyone. Now I was feeling sick to my stomach. 

I got out without a word when he pulled up in front of the restaurant and headed to my car. I noticed he didn’t drive away, but stayed put until I got in my car. I ignored my cell ringing when I saw it was him. He tried me three times before he gave up. And I had to pull over halfway home to vomit at the side of the road. 

It was like I knew then it was over. All over.