Darren

Darren liked men. He lay back on the bed, naked and covered with sweat, his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. His mind went back to the first time. He could hear the shower running and in his mind’s eye he could see the muscular and manly body which had been on top of him a few minutes before, soapy and shining, the strong arms rubbing naked body. His own balls twitched even though he had just dropped a huge load onto his chest as he felt the squirts of man sperm hit his inner bowels and the cock inside him throb and thicken with each squirt.

They had both turned fourteen, Darren’s mind wandered back. Bernard lived a couple of blocks away, and Darren would wait impatiently by his bedroom window to watch for Bernard to appear, when he would hastily grab his backpack and rush out so they meet and walk to school together. The walk was not that far, taking them some 20 minutes to get to school, and he enjoyed every second of it.

It was almost mid-September then, and the weather was still warm for both of them to be wearing t-shirts, shorts and sneakers. Bernard was taller, more physically fit. Definitely sexier. But Darren had never been with another boy, so the naked Bernard was only in his own head, made up by his imagination and what he could discern from his fleeting glances at Bernard in swimming class. Bernard, like the rest of the boys, wore red bikini-type swimsuit, different bulges, so enticing.

“Have you ever gotten head?” Bernard had asked all of a sudden, kicking away a small stone off the curb.

Darren caught his breath. Head? As in sucking cock? He would have died to suck cock. Bernard’s cock, that he had never seen but had already imagined. Bernard’s bikini swimsuit had always outlined his cock inside beautifully, sideways. Darren could even see the ridge and head tucked a little to the left. His own dick was not circumcised, the head covered by loose skin. But he could tell that Bernard’s was cut, which excited him to no end.

“Um…,” Darren had stuttered, avoiding looking up at Bernard. “N… no?”

Bernard had snickered. “I have.”

Darren hadn’t realized that his eyes went wide and his nuts twitched as he thought of Bernard’s cut cock between a pair of sucking lips.

“Who? I mean where? You know… how was it?” Darren had shot out in one breath.

“How was it?” Bernard had snickered. “Was way cool, man. It was Spencer. You know Spence, right?”

“In music class,” Darren had mumbled, already hating the skinny nerd who played the guitar.

“Yea, man. He came up to me last week and said that he would like to suck my cock.”

“No fucking way,” Darren had managed to say. “Come on, man. He did that? Just out of the blue?”

Bernard had nodded smirking. “And I gave him a mouthful. In the toilets.”

“Jeeeebus, Bernard. You let a dude suck your dick? Man, that’s gay!” Darren couldn’t hide the squeak that came out of his constricting throat as he said this.

Bernard had looked at Darren. “Dude, the fucker wanted to suck my dick. Should I say no to that?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, duh, Spencer is a boy.”

“So there’s a difference between a dude’s mouth and a chick’s mouth?” Bernard continued his snickering.

Darren glanced down at Bernard’s crotch to see it bulging out inside his shorts, more than normal.

“And it gives me a bone, dude,” Bernard had added. “Look man, Suzie also got down on me after that beginning-of-school party. Spence was better. Much better.”

“Did you… you know… did you return the favor?” Darren heard himself saying this, not believing he had actually asked this.

“Fuck, man. Spence’s dick is pencil-thin.”

“You saw his dick?”

“Yeah. He took it out of his shorts and jacked off as he sucked on me. I bet yours is pencil thick too,” Bernard laughed.

Darren gave his buddy a light punch on the shoulder. “Fuck you! My cock is as thick as your wrist.”

“Easy for you to say, man. Fucking liar.”

“I can show you,” Darren said, his heart beats going a million a second.

Bernard had stopped and gazed into Darren’s blue eyes. “Ok, you little fucker. Come over after school. Mom won’t be home till 6. And we will see where I will shove my wrist.”

Darren had taken the challenge, especially since he very well knew that his penis was no pencil thick. Actually, compared to what he’d watched on the net, he considered himself well-endowed. Was Bernard also well-endowed?

Darren flipped over onto his belly, his erecting cock pressed under him, his chin on his hands, his eyes closed as the scene in Bernard’s bedroom re-enacted in his head vividly.

“Drop ‘em,” Bernard had said as soon as they walked into the bedroom.

In spite of being shy by nature, Darren hadn’t hesitated in pulling down his shorts, his hands shaking with anticipation, his semi-hard dick hanging over his balls at perhaps a little longer than 4 inches. He had felt himself blush that he was erecting in front of his friend, but he had had no way of controlling this as his cock started to straighten out and up into a full erection of 6 inches, the skin stretched around the bulging cockhead.

“Dude,” Darren had heard Bernard say, noticing an astonished tone. “One fucking dick you got, dude.”

Darren had looked up to stare into Bernard’s eyes. “Your turn, pencil dick,” he had taunted, now that he had his cock out in the open, hard and throbbing.

Ever so slowly, Bernard had undone the buttons on his shorts, already bulged sideway almost to his hip with a decided erection. He had then let his shorts drop down around his ankles as his bone popped out at somewhere around 7 inches.

“Fuck, that’s big,” Darren had heard himself mutter as he stared at the man tool almost poking him.

Darren heard the shower stop as he pressed on his now fully-erect cock. He heard teeth brushing from far away as his mind returned to the scene with Bernard.

Bernard had pushed him down to his knees. “Suck it, Darren,” he had ordered.

That had been the first taste of cock. Darren had almost shot his load as his lips encircled the engorged cut cock head and pressed around the ridge. It was just like what he had imagined it to be. Even bigger. Thicker. Delicious. He had sucked hungrily, hearing Bernard moan and guide him with both hands grabbing his head. He had gagged and slobbered but never got off the throbbing cock until he felt the squirts hit the back of his mouth and give him his first taste of man semen.

Darren moaned and grinded on the bed feeling some wetness other than the earlier cum rub into his belly. He jumped when he heard: “Fucking hot ass, dude.”

Bernard walked out of the shower to see Darren on his belly, his hips grinding, his ass cheeks rippling, the hairy crack opening and closing.

Darren flipped over onto his back, his cock hard and plastered onto his slimy belly.

“Fucking hot fuck, dude,” he retorted, his sore hole twitching from the pounding it had received from Bernard. He and Bernard had been on-and-off lovers since that first time years ago.

He watched Bernard’s wet and naked body as Bernard rubbed his hair with a towel, his dick long and limp and hanging over his hairy balls. Darren shivered when he looked at the muscled thighs and hairy legs. His mouth started to salivate as he gazed at the thick path of pubic hair around the fat cock base and trailing up to his navel. The patch of chest hair. The hairy under arm pits.

Darren crawled on the bed on hands and knees, stretched his neck out, and licked the hanging cock.

“Dude,” Bernard snickered, not moving back. “I just showered.”

Darren took the limp cock into his mouth down to the base. His lips started to stretch when the cock erected. He moaned and pressed his lips around the shaft, his tongue flicking around the head. Tilting his head back to look at Bernard’s face, he bobbed on the erecting cock. Bernard spread his feet for better traction and met Darren’s bobbing with thrusting of his own. It took a couple of minutes for Bernard to provide Darren with another thick load of cum.

“Dude, you always give amazing head,” Bernard heaved as he flopped down on the side of the bed, with Darren spooning him from behind, grinding his own erection against the small of Bernard’s back.

“You’re not bad yourself,” Darren said.

Darren recalled that first time after he had sucked Bernard’s cock how Bernard refused to suck him back. He had pleaded. But Bernard just pulled up his shorts, grabbed Darren’s hard cock shaft and stroked him to ejaculation.

“Not fair,” Darren had complained, his dick dripping cum on the floor.

“Fuck,” Bernard had exclaimed. “Ok, dude, I’ll do you next time.”

Since then the two boys became lovers.

“Remember the first time you fucked me?” Darren said as he licked up and down the naked spine, tasting soap, his fingers caressing the nipples.

Bernard laughed. “You screamed like the devil, man.”

“The fuck I did. With your fat cock impaling me, I should have been taken to a hospital.”

“Fucking wimp,” Bernard laughed, turning around to kiss Darren, his hand cupping Darren’s balls and moving under them to finger the twitching hole, still sticky from cum. “I loved breaking your cherry,” he added, pushing the tip of his finger inside the ring muscle.

Darren moaned, arching his back. “Fuck me, Bernard. Please, now. Fuck me again.”

“Fucking horny slut,” Bernard got up, stroking his cock to erection. He climbed on top of Darren as Darren flipped back onto his belly and he rode the offered ass with vengeance.

“You wanna get fucked, huh?” Bernard grunted as he penetrated and pushed balls deep.

“You need this cock inside you, huh?” Butt slap

“Fucking bitch pussy taking my man cock.” Shoulder bite.

“Begging for my man cock.” Head pulled back by the hair.

“Taking it deep.” Face turned around.

“Fucking tight ass milking my fucking cock.” Lips meet. Slobber. Thrusting. Heaving. Moaning.

Explosions of both sets of balls.

Another shower, Bernard complaining about how Darren always made him horny and draining his nuts over and over, Darren smirking and rubbing Bernard’s cum on his hairy thighs and moving to rub his own cum sliming his chest.

Yes, Darren love men. But Bernard was something special. Other men had used his body, dumping their loads, pulling their pants on, and leaving. On the other hand, Bernard made love, whether fucking gentle or rough. Even when pounding his ass, Bernard’s grunts were mixed with “I love you, dude,” making Darren shake all over. Bernard love to position himself in such a way so as to able to press his whole body onto Darren and reach Darren’s lips and suck and tongue on Darren’s mouth as he fucked hard and deep. Darren always cummed hands-free.

Would he ever become exclusive for Bernard? Darren wondered wistfully. He knew that gay relationships rarely became exclusive, but that could happen, couldn’t it? Not necessarily marriage, but exclusive. Wishes could become true, he thought, as he stretched his aching and sweaty body. They could.