Continuing My Bromance

I drifted awake, aware of the hands on me, the feeling of something in between my ass and pushing inside me. I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hands slid around my waist and to my abs. A leg came over mine, holding me in place as the large solid body pressed against my back. I felt his cock pull away, and then come back more slick, digging into me again. I stirred slightly, letting my eyes open slowly as I breathed in deeply. 

“I need to be inside you again.” I heard Darren’s voice in my ear, his tongue licking the underside of my ear lobe after he said it, his hand moving up to my pec. I could see the large window, the Vegas lights shining outside giving our darkened room an eerie glow. Darren moved his hips, one hand now between our bodies to help guide his monster rod back inside my already used ass. I stared at the window, remembering him fucking me against it not too long ago. I breathed in again, feeling like I was dreaming and let my hand roam up his forearm and rest on top of his hand, clasping his fingers with mine as he slid into me. 

I gasped loudly, arching my back as he glided into my still hungry hole. I squeezed his hand tighter as he hung on to me, his hot breath now in my ear. 

“Oh my God yessss.” He hissed, now biting my ear as his other arm slithered underneath me and wrapped me up into his muscular body. I was facing the window, now staring out at one of the larger hotels, flashing lights outside as lights seemed to flash inside my head at the feeling of Darren’s thick cock plunging deep. I was sore from the hard pounding not too long before, but Darren’s first load of cum kept me lubed, making this invasion a welcome one. 

“Fuck I love you….” I moaned as Darren’s mouth found my neck. He kissed the back of my head and my shoulders as he held me in his arms and slowly pumped in and out of me. The covers were moving, sliding off my body but I didn’t care. I was on fire once again for him. 

I grabbed my cock, feeling how thick and hard he made me already, and started to jerk as I worked my ass back against him, showing him just how much I loved what he was doing. What a way to wake up in the middle of the night. 

We didn’t speak again, just moaned and grunted. We didn’t change positions, just laid there, side by side, Darren’s 6’2” body surrounding my 5’9” one, his muscular arms embracing me closely against him, making our naked bodies feel like one, as he dug into me as deep as he could, using my ass to milk another load of cum from him. 

I started to erupt first, turning my face sideways to feel his stubbled cheek against mine. “Don’t stop.” I moaned. “Don’t ever stop.” 

Darren grunted, letting his hands roam over my chest as he seemed to pick up the pace, wanting to cum with me, or making sure he fucked it out of me. I convulsed against him, his grip tightening on me as I shuddered. He held me tight, his mouth at my ear. “Cum for me baby.” He breathed into me, sending more shivers through me as I let my cum spill onto the sheets. 

A river of cum seemed to seep from me, until his hands lowered to my hips and he rolled over slightly to fuck me harder and deeper, until he was grunting again in my ear that he was close. I kept my hand on top of his, feeling the size difference between us. I closed my eyes and felt his cock thicken and explode in me, felt his body suddenly stop moving, felt his mouth on my neck and his forehead against the back of my head as he calmed himself down. He rolled over more, one of his big legs now draped over me, his arm spreading out while one remained trapped underneath me with my hand locked in his.  

“I love you Brian.” He whispered to me as we both relaxed against each other. I exhaled slowly, Darren’s rod still lodged in me, his big body half on mine keeping me warm like a giant solid blanket. I heard his words and snuggled into him more, feeling his heart beating with mine. And then I drifted off once again as Darren remained connected on top of me. 

Darren moved first that morning, moving so slowly and quietly, trying not to wake me. I rolled over and pulled the sheets up over my nude body to replace his body heat and cracked an eye open to see his backside, the muscles dancing across his back, the edges of his tattoo staring back at me as he walked to the bathroom. I smiled as I watched his ass, that smooth full perfect butt shifting as he moved until it disappeared behind the door. I fell back asleep as I heard the shower turn on and clenched my ass, knowing Darren’s sperm was still swimming around inside me. 

We went for a quick breakfast together later, then returned to pack before our noon pickup. Even though I was sad the trip was coming to an end, I couldn’t stop smiling just being in the same room with him, alone, without any other worries, until Darren announced that he was calling his wife Amy. I could see his face change as he talked, letting her know what time the flight was coming in, asking about the girls, answering a few questions, telling her where something was, making sure he said "hi" to me for her. All the normal types of stuff a husband and wife would talk about, but something came over him, almost like a dark cloud and for a moment, the “Darren” that I had just spent a few glorious care free days with was no longer visible as he continued on his phone.  

I moved away from him from the couch, and walked over to the window, passing by the spot in the room where I had my massage. I smiled as I thought about Jake and his cock teasing my lips before he had stepped back to let Darren fuck me over the table. I folded my arms and stood at the window, suddenly picturing Darren drilling me deep against it. I didn’t want this feeling to end. 

I heard Darren hang up and I turned to see him sitting on the couch still, his legs apart, his elbows resting on his knees holding his chin in his hands. He let out a big sigh and then stood up quickly, joining me at the window and coming up behind me. 

“All good?” I asked as I gripped his forearms as they snaked around my waist. 

“Yeah!” He said overly perky. “All is good.” He said less convincingly. 

I turned around to properly embrace him and he kissed me. “You sure?” I asked, looking up at him afterwards. 

He nodded. “Just…back to reality.” 

I gave a small huff through my nose and just hugged him, turning my cheek onto his pec and listened to his heart beating. “Yeah, I know.” I said as he held me. 

We didn’t move for a few minutes, just stood there as if in a frozen dance, until he patted my ass and we grabbed our things to begin the long trek home. 

I was pretty quiet at the airport and on the plane ride, quietly contemplating Darren’s “back to reality” comment, while he put on his bubbly exterior and kept me smiling as much as he could. I knew he was thinking the same thing too, but he painted on that winning smile and did his best salesman routine to at least distract me, knowing that we were back to car sex and sneaking around again. 

In a moment of silence on the plane, he suddenly leaned over to me and whispered quietly in my ear, “We should have gotten married officially in Vegas.” When he sat back, he just grinned at me and winked, before putting his earphones back in and watching the screen in front of him, his right hand resting in between our seats, letting his pinky finger curl into mine discreetly. 

By the time we got to our car is was almost 11pm, after grabbing our bags, herding through customs, and with the time change. It seemed like a lifetime ago that we were laughing wildly in our hotel room, and having sex whenever the wind blew. I looked over at Darren as I merged onto the highway, staring ahead with his perma-grin on, his right elbow resting on the window of my passenger side, his bicep flexed in his short sleeved shirt. He turned to me to catch me looking at him. 

“Eyes on the road mister!” He teased, grabbing my right leg with his big mitt and squeezing my knee. Then he held out his hand for me and I put my hand in his, to hold his hand as we drove towards his house.  

Again, for a while, we said nothing, just drove listening to music holding hands along the way. My mind was racing, from replaying the four days, to thinking about what was next for us. Darren must have been thinking the same thing. 

“I think we should go camping next. Or to a cottage together.” He turned to me with a bigger smile, his eyes wide. “Just think of all the places I could fuck you at a cottage!” 

I snorted, already hard in my shorts from just holding his hand. I pictured Darren at a cottage, by a lake, beer in hand and that wicked grin on his face, standing beside me.  

“We need to plan that.” He turned back to the road, giving my hand a squeeze. 

“Would that be just us, or with the family?” 

He turned to look at me for a moment, as if he’d forgotten about them and just shrugged. He didn’t answer for a moment. “Just us.” 

I stared ahead, knowing we were getting close to Darren’s house. “I wish.” I said quickly, exiting the highway and coming to a stop at the light of the exit ramp. 

Darren turned towards me a bit in his seat and put his other hand on mine, squishing it between his two hands. “Then let’s do it. We’ll plan it for just us. Another wild weekend. Naked and horny!” He seemed suddenly excited, grinning from ear to ear.  

My mind flew through scenarios, between escaping from Allie and the kids for an entire weekend, and the desire I had to be with Darren again, just us, for another uninterrupted period. He rambled on, talking about planning something, and when could we do it, and how he’d start looking for cottages as neither one of us had one. I listened quietly, until I pulled into a deserted park parking lot not too far from his house. He didn’t even flinch when I turned the car off, as this sort of thing was becoming our normal practice: finding a place to “park” when we were out with each other. 

I took my seatbelt off and faced him, grabbing his thick neck and pulling him into me to kiss me. Our tongues met, and we settled into a deep, slow, sensuous making out session, getting lost in each other once again, until I pulled away and smiled at him. 

“Thank you for the past few days.” I grinned at him. His eyes were moving back and forth between mine as we sat inches apart, Darren now resting his arms on the console between us, turned in his seat. I studied his handsome face, his smooth clean shaven jaw, his long straight nose and those blue eyes that were staring back at me. I really didn’t want this vacation to end.

“I should be thanking you.” He said quietly. “I think I dumped a bucket of cum in you. I hope your ass is okay.” 

I snorted. “My ass is just fine.” 

“You can say that again.” He growled at me, coming back in for another kiss. Our hands broke free, and I found mine holding on to his thigh, and then moving up to the middle where his sizeable bulge was growing hard. Darren was always hard for me, and once again, he proved it. 

He groaned into my mouth as I found the shaft and gripped it tightly, feeling the outline heading to the left where my thumb found the torpedo head. And without thinking, I started to unbutton his shorts. 

Darren stopped kissing me and held his face next to mine, inhaling in through his nose in sheer desire. I licked his bottom lip as he hovered by my face, feeling me reaching in to grasp hold of his bare cock in my hand. He flinched, then let his eyes close slightly.  

“Oh baby I’m going to miss you tonight.” He whispered as I pulled his big cock out of his underwear and freed it.  

I looked around the parking lot and saw no one, so I pushed Darren back with my free hand and leaned over the console of my car to get my mouth on him once more. Darren found the handle of the seat and lowered himself back a bit, giving me better access to his dick as he leaned back and let me go at him. His cock tasted perfectly, all him, manly and musky, as if his hunger for me was spilling out in his scent. I felt his hand on my head as I swallowed him down to the back of my throat and held him there for a moment, gripping the base and teasing him. 

“Fuck Brian.” He moaned, lifting his ass off the seat a bit to dig into my mouth further, making me gag a bit. I released his cock and let my spit cover it as I came off to admire it. It stood up straight, my hand around the bottom, the thick white skin of it practically throbbing as it stood erect.  

I groaned and went down on it again, determined to remember every moment, every flex of his dick, every smell, every sound. I sucked him deep, hearing his moans, feeling his fingers gripping my hair and resisting the urge to fuck my face hard. His hand found mine and I released his cock to seize his hand in mine. I didn’t stop. I wanted him again. I needed to taste him. 

Darren grunted and his head came up to look down at me. I could see him, looking at me in shock, his mouth hanging open in lust and passion as he watched me bobbing on his dick like a hungry whore. His eyes were half closed, enjoying the sensation, squinting at me. His lips looked delicious, apart and wet. I could see the look on his face and it spurned me on. 

I moaned as I heard his voice tell me he was getting close. I kept on him, not stopping, ignoring the possibility that others would pull in beside us. I needed to have his cum in my stomach as well as my ass, just to finish off this weekend away. 

He grunted loudly and gripped my hair tight in his hand and crunched up a bit in his seat as I sucked his juices from his rod. I tasted the salty liquid right away, groaning loudly as I swallowed it down, relenting a bit from my motions as I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth. I stroked the shaft with my hand, milking the rest of his hot semen out of him, until I could feel his cock softening, his grunts subsiding, his slight thrashing done, and I pulled off with a wicked grin on my face and a belly full of him. 

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I returned to my seat. “Now I better get you home.” 

Darren was still recovering as I turned on the car and he looked over at me in surprise. “What about you?” 

I shook my head. “This was for you. My way of saying thanks.” I grinned as I started to back up. Darren arched back, tucking his semi hard rod into his shorts and quickly buttoned up as we moved. He leaned forward, pulling his seat up and adjusted his shirt, then ran his fingers through his hair before placing that soft large hand on my thigh. 

“I fuckin’ love you buddy.” He said, leaning over to kiss my neck as I started to drive him home. 

I remember pulling away from his driveway after saying goodbye. Darren’s hunky figure waving at me from his doorway. His promise of finding a cottage for us for the summer a sure thing in my mind as I drove myself home with a smile on my face and the lingering taste of Darren down my throat.  

Looking back, this would be the happiest feeling. But I realized that after this trip things changed.