Continuing My Bromance

“No one knows us here.” Darren smiled at me, half naked standing in the hotel bathroom. “Let’s be totally gay today!” He beamed as he shaved the other side of his face.

I rested against the door frame of the bathroom in just a towel, watching him. The curve of his jaw. The angle of his head as he tilted it to reach under his chin. I studied his back, the thick muscles moving slightly under his flesh as he slowly shaved. He had a white towel wrapped around his perfect ass and I couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Let’s just see how it goes, deal?” I murmured, already anxious about the day that he had planned for us. He booked us a helicopter tour over the Grand Canyon this morning, where we would touch down in the Canyon and have a basket lunch. I was nervous about the ride, having never flown in one. I wasn’t good on a plane, so was already freaking out about a helicopter. A limo was picking us up at the hotel, and then later, Darren had made reservations for us for dinner at a steakhouse, followed by more gambling. It was certainly going to be a packed full day before we headed home the following afternoon.

Spending these last few days with Darren, just us, 24-7, was beyond what I expected. There was no tension, no worries, no fights, nothing. Just pure bliss. I couldn’t help but smile at having this feeling with another man again.

“I’ll try to keep my hands off of you in public, but I’m not sure if that will be possible!” Darren beamed as he rinsed his face and bent over the sink more, giving me an even better view of his ass. I wanted to rip the towel off him and go at it. But we didn’t have time. “I feel so free here!” He let out a big laugh and turned to me, hugging me tightly, his bare chest crushing into mine.

I wrapped my arms around his big body and breathed in the smell of him, with the new fragrance of the shaving cream still lingering on his cheeks.

He smacked my ass and we dressed quickly, but both of our eyes watched with evil grins. I knew that as soon as we got back to the room tonight, it was going to be another wild pounding. I wondered if my ass could take another one. My cock was already up for it.

We dressed casually in shorts for the unbelievable desert heat, Darren’s legs in fine form in his beige shorts. His upper body was on display clearly as his polo top clung to every muscle. The baseball hat just made him look even hotter.

There was another couple waiting for the limo at the hotel, apparently doing the same tour and Darren made his usual easy smooth small talk, every now and then giving me a look that only I could read and feel. He could still do it, after so long, send those flutters through me with just a gaze.

Inside the limo, we started drinking mimosas which relaxed me a bit. But as we pulled into the airstrip, it all got real as I looked at the chopper waiting for us.

We checked in at the counter, and the amusing tour guy gave us the spiel, then gave us stupid nicknames – Darren was “Big D” and I was “Just Brian” as I tried to get him to write just ‘Brian’ when he asked me my name after hearing all the crazy names he was writing down. Then he weighed us for balance and before I knew it, we were walking out onto the tarmac.

As luck would have it, Darren and I were placed in the front, me in the middle beside the pilot and Darren’s big bare legs. Suddenly I was the copilot, and was given some small instructions as a family of four filled the back row. We had helmets on with microphones, and the pilot was talking to me about pressing a button when it was time for lift off. I’m sure I had nothing to do with the start of the chopper, but when I hit it we started to lift off the ground.

Instinctively once again, I grabbed onto Darren’s thigh as the feeling of weightlessness hit me and we started to ascend straight up. Nothing at all like a take-off in a plane. It was smooth, balanced, and effortless. I relaxed my grip on Darren who was smiling with a naughty smirk as he spread his legs wider teasingly and I stared out the front window looking at the ground disappearing below us.

It was a glorious trip. Not just because it was the Grand Canyon in a helicopter. But because I was doing it with Darren. We flew over the Hoover Dam, flew around the Canyon before flying directly into it, lowering the chopper onto a ledge about halfway down into it. We all got out to admire the very close view and the pilot produced a large basket with food and wine. It was hot, but the scenery was amazing. And as I stood staring at Darren looking over the ledge, I felt that I could go anywhere with him, do anything with him. It was simply surreal.

Darren pushed his phone into the group of four that was with us and grabbed my arm. “Take our picture for us?” He didn’t really wait for an answer, but handed his phone over to the dad as he pulled me backwards to the edge of our landing spot in the middle of the Canyon.

There were two photos, both of us smiling wide, arms around each other like two brothers. Only he and I knew it was more than just that.

We ended up in the back of the chopper on the return trip, two others getting their chance to sit up front. I leaned in closer to Darren as he sat closest to the door, our legs smashed up against each other and my hand secretly holding his between us. I didn’t say a word the entire flight back. Just sat in the blissful comfort of being beside the man I loved without any other cares in the world.

The limo took us back to our hotel, where we ended up in the main casino area, getting free drinks and starting to gamble more. By the time dinner closed in on us, we were both feeling pretty drunk and wild and Darren started to get handsy.

“Dinner tonight is at the steakhouse!” Darren leaned into me as we sat at two slot machines. A flirty server had just brought us two vodka-cranberries, oblivious to the gay vibes we were exuding to each other and tried her best to wiggle her tits in front of Darren. But Darren was only gazing at me by this point, with his silly dopey grin and glassy eyes.

I nodded. “How far away is the steakhouse?” I asked him, teasingly sliding the straw between my lips.

Darren noticed and just stared at me for a minute, probably picturing my lips wrapped around his fat cock. “’Bout a five-minute walk.” He smiled widely at me, his eyes glistening from the alcohol from the day. “I am going to fuck you silly tonight.”

I sat up straight and let out a little laugh as I realized just how loudly he said it. I glanced around us quickly, petrified that someone overheard him, but he was just staring at me shaking his head.

“See. No one here cares!” He stood up with his arms outstretched and said loudly, “Right?! Does anyone care I’m going to fuck the hell out of this stud tonight?!”

I pulled at his shirt for him to sit down as he did giggling, not before he leaned over me again and shoved his tongue in my ear.

“I mean it. Super hard pounding.” He pulled back and downed the rest of his drink and grabbed my wrist. “I’m seriously thinking about taking you to a chapel right now and marrying you!”

I felt my heart skip a beat and giggled. “Don’t be stupid.”

Darren stood up and moved in closer to me. “I’m serious.”

“We’re already married.” I moaned into him, pushing his big chest back from me before I started to tent in my shorts. “Come on stud. I need a big steak.”

I watched him standing there for a moment, grinning down at me, obviously still thinking about what he just said. Then he took my hand and started to pull me through the crowd. I didn’t notice that he was leading me through the casino by the hand. He seemed completely unaware of anyone around us, where I was constantly staring at people as if they were watching me. I finally tugged my hand away from Darren who was weaving through the throngs of people in the streets towards the steakhouse we had reservations at, staring at his thick legs and imagining my hands on them.

We had the best dinner, and the giant meal helped sober us up a bit. But after a bottle of wine, I knew we were both feeling just great once again. Darren had selected this red wine for us, and I’m pretty sure it was the best wine I’d ever tasted. Or it was because we each had a foot resting in each other’s crotches the entire time as we drank it over dinner.

Our plan was to go back to gamble after dinner, but as we stumbled through the crowds, laughing uncontrollably at nothing, we managed to find a roulette table to quench our thirst for the true taste of betting. I tried my luck at red or black, while Darren picked a number. He lost, I won and the look that came over him told me we wouldn’t be gambling long.

He came behind me as I placed another bet and he pressed his big body against mine and let his mouth linger at my ear. “You win this one and we go back to our room right now.”

I felt a shiver come over me at the sudden soberness to his words, and the feel of his hand on my lower back.

I placed a few chips on red and as soon as I collected my winnings, Darren’s hand was on my arm and he was leading me out of the crowd and towards the elevator. He had that determined look on his face when he gets all serious and focused. The elevator was crowded the entire way, so we didn’t actually talk. We didn’t need to as our eyes were saying enough.

So, when the elevator door opened to our floor, Darren took my hand in his and pulled me out of the car and free from all the people and led me to our door, key in his hand and ushered me inside.

As soon as the door closed he spun me around and pulled me into him, kissing me softly and gently, still not saying anything.

He stopped just as suddenly as he started, and walked me backwards with me facing him, until he had me at the giant floor to ceiling window overlooking the strip. He placed me in front of the window, turning me around so I could look out at the lights of the strip below us and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I’m never going to forget this trip.” He said quietly into my ear. I hugged his arms around my neck and smiled out at the view. The lights flashed and beamed against the darkness of the desert. I could see his reflection slightly in the window and the smile on his face made me smile just as wide.

Without a word, he stood back and pulled at my shirt, lifting it up over my head. But when I went to turn, he held me still, making me face out to the strip below us. He reached around to the front of my shorts and undid them and tugged at them and pulled them down to my feet, kneeling behind me to yank off my shoes and socks and leave me standing in front of him naked. Naked at the window facing out.

“Don’t move.” He whispered as I felt his hands slide up my legs and his face buried itself into the cheeks of my ass. I groaned, and leaned against the large glass window, my palms pressed against the windows as I got lost in the feeling of his tongue.

My cock rose immediately, and I wondered suddenly who could see me as I stood completely nude getting my ass eaten out in front the Vegas strip.

Darren didn’t stop. He was on fire, fueled by the alcohol and the very fact that we were alone together in a place that no one knew us. He rimmed me for several minutes before he stood up and stripped naked, letting me turn around to watch before pushing me to my knees and shoving that thick cock of his into my mouth for me to suck as he stood facing the window and the strip below. I looked up at him, his eyes closed but his body on proud display. It was as if he wanted everyone in Vegas to see him getting blown by me at the window.

I couldn’t get enough of his body as I sucked on his cock. He leaned forward, his big hands pressed against the window pane as I knelt in front of him, my back to the window. The idea that we could be seen drove me wild, taking his dick so deep down my throat as my hands roamed all over his hard perfect muscled body. And just when his groans grew louder, he pushed me off his dick and lifted me back up onto my feet and turned me around again to face the street below.

“You’re going to remember this always too.” He whispered in my ear and pressed my body against the glass. I groaned as the weight of his body forced me onto the cold pane, but I groaned louder as I felt his cock dig around to find it’s home and slide into me.

With my face against the window, Darren started to fuck me from behind gently, rocking steadily as he held my body against his. “Yeah baby.” He muttered as I opened my eyes to the dazzling lights below. “See, no one cares here.”

He reached a hand down to my left leg and lifted it up in the air to slide into me deeper, making me groan louder and press my entire body against the window. My own cock was smushed between me and the window pane as Darren fucked me harder. His other arm came around my shoulder and grabbed around me to hang on to my pec as he held my left leg in the air. I was pushing back against him just as hard as I got into the rhythm feeling like there was nothing better in the world.

Then he pulled out and spun me around and lifted me up in the air and into his arms. “Now I want to look at you.” He whispered quietly and kissed me, holding me up over his cock before plunging my ass down on him. I grunted like an animal and moved into his body as he stepped forward till my back was against the window. He spread his feet and got into a comfortable position and held me by the ass.

And then he started to bounce me up and down on his cock, against the window of our hotel, where down below the entire Vegas Strip could be watching us fuck like dogs. And I didn’t care.

I spasmed like never before. I locked my legs around him, dug my fingers into his back, clamped my mouth down on his pec as he fucked me silly as promised. My cock grinded against his hard stomach, bringing me to the point of no return pretty quickly with his skilled angle of fucking me deep. As soon as my mouth opened, Darren was filling it with his tongue, begging me to cum for him. He lifted me higher, flinging my legs over his biceps and nailing me deeper, bringing me to an explosive ending up against that window. I bucked wildly, cum literally flying from my cock and spraying all over him and the carpet below our feet as he kept going.

He left me panting for air but he never stopped pounding me hard. I forgot momentarily that when Darren drank, it took him a while to cum. And tonight was no exception.

He never let up, pounding me relentlessly up against that window. My ass pressed against the glass so hard that I was sure he was going to break it. So when I felt the second rising begin, I begged him to cum with me.

“Oh my god I’m cumming again!” I panted in between breaths. We were both a ball of sweat, and it was getting harder to maintain a hold on Darren as his body became slick like oil.

“Fuck yeah!” Darren growled louder than ever. “Cum for me again baby!” He kissed me hard, pushing my back against the window and really pummeling my ass now.

I grabbed my dick in my fist and squeezed, trying to calm myself down. “Cum with me!”

Darren nodded and grabbed the back of my neck to bring my face to his in a crushing kiss. He moaned into me, slamming my smaller body down onto his thick shaft. His biceps were bulging, his body was glistening in sweat, and his muscles were flexed tight. “Oh God!” he moaned as the veins in his neck stuck out.

Just the sight of all this made my cock explode in my fist.

“Jesus!” I grunted as he rammed me deep. I started convulsing again, my body thrashing against the window as Darren roared out his own orgasm, finally spilling his load into me as he slammed me hard against the window and closed his mouth over mine. I could feel his cock pulsing out his load deep into me, stuffing his cock so far up in me to try to make sure it stayed there. I grabbed his shoulders, hanging onto his sweaty body as he unleashed into me, wave after wave flooding my insides and stinging me with pleasure.

He turned suddenly, carrying me over to the bed and collapsed on it with me, his dick sliding out as our bodies landed in a loud moan beside each other.

I let my legs entwine with his as he lay on his back, and my arm curled around his body. I listened to him catching his breath, watched his stomach moving up and down as his chest heaved, and saw the smile on his face as he turned to look at me. “I fuckin’ love you.” He grinned.

I smacked his chest and curled closer into him, breathing in the scent of him and feeling the slickness of his sweaty body next to mine. “That was quite the workout.” I panted against him, trying to catch my breath. “You fuckin’ stud.” I grinned, feeling the copious amount of his cum already leaking out of my body.

He rolled over slightly, letting one big leg drape over me. “I just go nuts when I’m with you.” He purred into my ear.

I lay there on the hotel bed, feeling his hot breath on my neck, listening to the sounds of our heavy breathing as his naked body pressed against mine. The stillness of the room and the way we were laying relaxed us both. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of satisfaction wash over me.

We both fell asleep, naked, on top of the covers, wrapped in each other.