Continuing My Bromance

I hated golf.

I really did. As the perfectionist that I am, I found it quite annoying to hit a ball into a little hole some 400 yards away. Add the deception of the green, the odd slopes, the wind, picking the right club, and it just seemed like an exercise in frustration. And definitely not for me.

Until Darren suggested it.

Suddenly I was gung ho. In his words, what better way to spend four hours together, two buddies out on the field, having fun, groping each other, and building up for mind blowing sex afterwards. Okay, so maybe not all golfing buddies did that, but Darren wanted to try it out.

All summer he was bugging me to give it a go, but I had never even picked up a club. Darren hadn’t been in a while, having done so more when he was younger, and to meet with some clients for a while as he started with his first company. But lately he had other distractions to keep him busy. After our last round in the woods, Darren came back a few weeks later and said he wanted to go golfing with me.

At first I thought he was joking, especially when I told him I’d never done it. When he offered to teach me, and informed me how it would provide us with some longer periods of cover to be together – even if we didn’t end up going golfing – how could I say no?

We had been talking over the last few weeks about planning our trip to Vegas together, but had yet to spring it on our wives. Now it seemed the wheels were turning on other things we could do. And now golf seemed to be the next plan in Darren’s head to spend time with me.

I finally gave in at the end of that second summer together, towards the end of August, to his pleas. I agreed to hitting the driving range first, so that I could at least figure out how to hit a ball. So our first foray into the world of golf would just be the driving range and we would go from there. Darren was excited, where I was more uneasy. I didn’t like to look stupid at anything.

Darren suggested I come to his house, as there was a driving range not too far from him that he went to occasionally. It was a Sunday, and even though his entire house was home, there was an off chance they wouldn’t be later as Darren suggested. To give us time afterwards. For something.

It was Amy who answered the door though and she ushered me in with a warm hug. The girls came bopping by to say hello and blush over me. Their youngest Abbie, now 6, loved me, and was already flirting something serious every time I saw her. Amy brought me into the kitchen, letting me know that Darren wasn’t quite ready yet.

“Seriously. He’s up there fussing about like he’s going on a date.” She giggled.

She wasn’t wrong, but I smiled in amusement. “Typical.”

Amy offered me a drink but I declined, saying I had to keep my wits about me if I was going to learn anything.

“I’m glad he’s teaching you. He’s been looking for someone to go golfing with again. He hasn’t played in awhile, so I’m not sure how much he can actually show you. Just swing hard, that’s what I do.” She winked at me. “Plus he’s not that good so don’t’ worry!”

“I heard that!” Darren shouted from down the hall and up the stairs. Amy and I exchanged glances and then secretly laughed to each other. Amy was a funny woman when she let herself be. Lately she seemed to be allowing this side out more. Like Darren, she seemed so much happier since our Christmas vacation when we all first met. It seemed that Darren and I hooking up had done us all wonders.

“What’s Allie and the kids up to today?” Amy asked, tidying things up in the kitchen as it was just after lunch.

“They were heading over to her parents this afternoon for a quick visit, but nothing too exciting.”

Amy put her hands on her hips. “They should’ve come over for a swim. We won’t have much time left for the summer.” Then she smiled at me. “We should plan one last summer shindig for us. Make it feel like the Dominican vacation again all together before it’s too cold!”

I thought about Darren in his red bathing suit and smiled. “Absolutely! We should. Give Allie a call and plan it. I’m game.”

“I’m ready!” I heard Darren’s voice behind me entering the kitchen from their center hallway.

“’Bout time. It’s like waiting for a woman.” I chuckled, before I felt the large hand of my man on my shoulder.

“Had to make sure I looked good out there standing next to your amateur ass.” Darren joked, slapping my back. “I’m hoping to distract them with my good looks when you peg them off with your sideways shots.”

I turned around to see him and once again, he took my breath away. No matter how many times I saw him, no matter if was dressed fully, or standing naked before me, he always took my breath away. He was that good looking.

He was wearing a dry weave dark blue polo shirt that was fitted, hugging all his muscles beautifully. His biceps looked massive in it as the sleeves rode up high, showing off the bottom of his tattoo I loved so much. I could see his nipples under his shirt on his solid pecs. He had his shirt tucked in and had a pair of slim, thigh hugging golf shorts, light blue. They went down to his knees, making his calves look so wide. I glanced down quickly, seeing his bare feet, and wanted so desperately for him to turn around to see just how well these golf shorts clung to his round ass. Maybe I was going to like golfing with him after all.

“I’m small but mighty so they better watch out.” I joked, standing up from the kitchen stool at their island. I had my own pair of golf shorts on that I had, a black pair of Adidas ones with a white polo top that also showed off my arms. Now, at only 5’9” and 165lbs, I was no match for Darren’s 6’2” 210 pound body, but I was muscled, and my arms popped in this shirt as well as my wide shoulders. I saw Darren’s eyes give me a quick once over and when he smiled, I knew what it was for.

“Are you guys going to be long?” Amy asked as I got up and Darren moved around the island to grab a couple of water bottles from the fridge. And I looked at his ass, and gave a silent “thank you” to God for blessing this man with such a fine looking caboose, and for blessing me with the ability to enjoy every inch of him. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to keep my hands off him dressed like that.

I watched his feet pad around the kitchen, answering Amy and grabbing his keys before he pointed to the hallway and I headed back out. I had flip flops but carried my newly purchased golf shoes and ankle socks as directed by Darren. Amy followed us to the front door, ever the host, and wished us luck. She hugged me and held me for a moment, to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t let him throw his club.” She said, patting my shoulder with a wink and a smile.

“What did she say?” Darren asked mockingly, sliding into his sandals.

“She said to whoop your ass.” Amy and I giggled as Darren opened the door and gave us both a frown with a look of suspicion.

“Uh huh. The only ass getting whooped around here will be yours little buddy.” He chuckled, giving me that secret look to match his inuendo. The wording was lost on Amy, but not me. And looking at him, I couldn’t wait.

We piled into his SUV, me throwing my shoes and socks in the backseat as Darren checked the trunk for his clubs and shoes that he put in there earlier. We played it cool and casual, even though as soon as we were in the car, Darren’s hand grabbed my knee quickly and squeezed it once before grabbing the steering wheel and backing out. With the windows down, we waved to Amy at the door and headed down his street and towards the driving range.

“You ready for this?” Darren asked, letting his hand fall onto my leg beside him as he drove. He peered over at me and I looked into his blue eyes.

“Golf? Or you?” I smiled back at him.

He grinned at me, and let out a little snarl, before he looked around to where he was going. He let go of my hand suddenly, and then pulled into a side street, and turned into another one and pulled over to the side of the road.

He looked around quickly, then undid his seat belt and leaned over the center console and grabbed my head and planted a big, open mouthed kiss on me. I moaned as our tongues met, and heard his breath going in deep as he kissed me.

He let go of my head and sat back, looking at me. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to kiss you.” He reached for his seatbelt and slid it on, still looking at me.

I stared back, my cock completely erect in my shorts, staring at this handsome stud. “You fucker. How the hell am I supposed to hit a ball when you do things like that and get me all hard?”

Darren’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and an evil grin spread across his face. He reached over and grabbed my bulge and groaned. “Sexy stud.” He growled. “I’m hard too, but golf first! Sex second!” He let out a big laugh and squeezed my cock through my shorts. I was so hard in his hand it hurt.

He put the vehicle in drive and we headed off again, Darren’s hand still on my crotch. When I touched it, he let go and opened his hand for me to slide my fingers in between his, and we drove the rest of the way holding hands. Like we always did in his car.

At the range, I spent more time watching Darren’s ass and legs than listening to his instructions. Truth be told, he was doing the same. It was busy, and even though there were a lot of people around us, it didn’t stop Darren from getting behind me and showing me how to grip the club properly, or to practice swinging with me, just so he could grind his crotch into my ass every now and then. And he didn’t seem to mind the large display in his midsection of his shorts he had going on every time he stepped back.

We shared a tee, giving us each time to watch each other’s form. Watching Darren was like watching a model, who was given a particular sport to demonstrate, wearing clothes that would show off his body. I had never been interested in watching golf, but if golfers looked anything like Darren, I could find myself enthralled. All I could do was stare.

The way his arms flexed as he gripped the club, preparing to swing.

The way his chest came together in his stance.

The way his ass looked as he moved his legs slightly apart before he brought the club back.

The way his calf muscles flexed, and twisted, as he swung.

And when he swung, his ass….

“You alright over there?” I heard him say, leaning on his club looking at me with a sexy grin.

I cleared my throat and leaned over, trying to hide just how thick my cock was in my shorts as I watched him walk towards me.

“Your turn.” He said, handing me his club.

“I need a minute.” I said with an evil grin. Darren burst out laughing and joined me on the small bench at the edge of our section. He plopped himself beside me, close, letting our legs touch. We always seemed to need that physical connection. And every time it sent butterflies through me.

“That’s not going to help.” I muttered, looking at his big leg next to mine.

He giggled again and took a drink of water and let out a big sigh. He slapped my thigh and bumped me with his shoulder, knocking me sideways a bit with his power. “You know, you’re actually pretty good. You’ve got good form.” He winked at me.

“Well at least I have good form.”

“Oh buddy you have great form.” He said quietly, rather sexily. He looked to his left as I sat on his right, checking to see who was around, before he said even quieter. “I am dying to fuck you right now.”

I gave a little laugh, also now looking around and seriously trying to hide my bulge. “Stop it.” I teased, leaning forward again, resting my elbows on my knees as Darren’s leg touched mine harder.

“But you look so fucking sexy in those shorts.” He murmured, leaning his head closer to mine.

I snorted, turning my head slightly his way. “Stop!” I giggled. “Besides, you’re the hot one out here. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

Darren moved his foot forward, and pushed the bucket of balls sideways. “We’ve got a little bit left. What do you say we pound these out and then we go somewhere so I can pound you.”

I inhaled and looked at his leg, then looked up at the people around us. Being this close to him, in public, and not being able to touch him was driving me crazy. “Deal.”

Darren stood up and grabbed a couple balls. I watched his ass as he bent over, and noticed his package was big in the middle of his shorts. He turned and looked at me, then at his crotch, then back at me. “Who cares. Let them look. They’ll just think golf turns me on.” He winked and approached the tee. He whacked a few quickly, then held the club out for me, which made me get up and finish off a few too. We took turns, hitting the balls, Darren continuing to give me advice, and as soon as I hit the last ball, he grabbed the bucket and hurried off to return it.

He was back in a flash and grabbed his clubs. “Let’s go!” He said with a flash of his wicked grin. I followed that hot ass and sculpted legs to his SUV and waited at the rear as he lifted the hatch and tossed his clubs in, and grabbed our flip flops. We changed into our sandals, and were in the car in a flash.

“I have an idea.” Darren said as the car doors closed. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded. “Of course I trust you.”

“Okay, then this is my treat.” He smiled, holding his hand out wide as an invitation for me to grab it, which I did as he pulled out and headed to the edge of town near the highway. When he pulled into a small dumpy looking motel, I turned to him.

“Seriously?”

Darren pulled into the little laneway in the front. “I’ve already looked into this. $40 for a couple hours. Cash. No names.” He put the car in park. “I’ll be right back.”

He got out leaving me alone, staring after him as he walked right into the place, pulling his wallet out from his front pocket. In a few minutes he was back in.

“Number 3.” He said with a grin, handing me the key on a chain with brown tag that read 3. “See? Easy!”

“And cheap!” I muttered, but feeling the thrill of excitement rush through me at the thought of having a room all to ourselves for a couple hours.

He pulled forward and headed to the right of two rows towards the back and pulled in front of the door marked 3.

We quickly got out and headed for the door, which I opened fast as if someone was watching and would see us. The room was dark, dingy, but clean. It was warm, but Darren was heading for the air conditioner and it flicked on as soon as he adjusted it before I could even close the door.

And then he moved to me fast and kissed me hard, pushing me backwards up against the wall. When we stopped for air, he took my face in his hands.

“I know it’s sleazy, but it’s private. No trace. And gives us some freedom.” He kissed me again, slower this time, and pulled at my shirt to lift over my head.

As he did, he stepped back, taking a look at my smooth chest and letting his hands run up and down my front as I watched him. “I’m not sure if golf is a good idea. You took the first swing and all I wanted to do was bend you over and shove my own club into you!” He giggled into my mouth, as his tongue came out to meet mine. I was giggling too, feeling his large body pressing against me into the wall. My hands went to his ass. Finally. It was all I wanted to feel all afternoon.

Darren groaned into my mouth as my back was pressed against the wall, until he pulled me towards him, taking a few steps back to sit that perfect ass down on the questionable bedspread.

His mouth went to my chest as I stood in front of him, while his hands went to my button and zipper in my shorts. And just like that, I was standing in front of him, naked, with my rod standing at attention.

He growled again and grabbed my cock with his big hand, covering it and yanking at it, making me growl. He leaned forward while bringing me towards him, and he opened his mouth wide to take me in. The feeling of his hot mouth around my dick made me moan, and I grabbed his hair to steady myself as he sat in front of on the bed, legs wide open, still fully dressed. I watched him devour my cut thick 8 inches, watched it disappear into his mouth then back out again slick from his saliva. And when his eyes looked up at me, I gave him a satisfactory smile as my mouth hung open in ecstasy.

Those eyes peered at me as I watched him sucking on my cock. What a contrast, to see this hunk gobbling my dick like a hungry baby. His big fist around the base, slurping sounds filling the room, along with the occasional gag as he pressed his nose to my flat abs to take me all the way down.

“Fuck!” He moaned, coming off me and jerking it fiercely as he wiped his mouth and looked up at me. I bent down and kissed him, unable to wait any longer. I pulled at his shirt as we made out, and lifted it over his head as he held his arms up. He smelled great, and my mouth was all over his bare torso, kissing my way down to his belly button as my fingers worked the button on his shorts.

I didn’t even wait till I had freed his legs from his shorts before my mouth was on his big dick, sucking it all the way down to sounds of pleasure from him. He kicked his bare feet free from his shorts, and spread them wide as I crouched down in front of the bed between his massive thighs and feasted at last on his nob. He was hard, throbbing, and leaking a bit of cum which I could taste. I grabbed his balls with one hand and swallowed him to the base, shoving my nose into the big round jewels. My tongue came out and licked them as I made my way back up the shaft of his cock, causing Darren to lean back on his elbows and call me dirty names.

I smiled as I pushed him down on the bed and crawled my body up his. I couldn’t stop kissing him, and our hands were everywhere. This was much better than the woods. Even better than quick, hurried fucks in his SUV, or in the minutes we were alone in our houses. This was just us. Free.

“Turn around.” He commanded, moving me sideways and bringing my cock to dangle above him. I groaned in delight as I went back on his cock as he swallowed mine in a 69 position. I stared at his feet as I sucked on his meat, marveling in the perfection of them as I felt my own tool being sucked down. Darren’s hands were all over my ass as he slurped back my cock, his fingers probing, grabbing, squeezing. So when he came off my cock and licked his way to my ass, I pushed back against him.

“Oh fuck Darren!” I grunted and went up on my knees over him, still fisting his cock as I felt his tongue licking my ass. I was back on his cock, trying to deep throat him as he held my ass over his face, moistening me and getting me ready.

He rolled us sideways, and my hands went everywhere as he continued to push his tongue into me while he pumped my cock. I was sucking on his, feeling every inch of his body and grabbing him hard, as if it was the first time I had ever touched him. I roamed his ass with my hands, feeling the hardness of it, feeling him flex it as he squirmed around. I felt his legs, his waist, his flat stomach. And when I felt like I needed more of him, I pulled my mouth away from his cock and spun around, pushing him onto his back and throwing a leg over him, grabbing his rod behind me and holding it up so I could sit down on him.

“Oh yeah baby put it in you.” He snarled at me as he grabbed my hips and positioned himself under me. I let my head fall back as I sunk backwards, feeling his cockhead breach my entrance. I was wet with his spit, and so turned on he slid right in.

Both of us let out a giant “OH!” as he plunged into me completely. I grabbed his pecs as he pushed me forward with his insertion, and my eyes widened as he stretched my tunnel with his wide tool.

“Holy fuck!” I breathed out, looking down into Darren’s blue eyes that were locked on mine. He had a half grin on his face, enjoying watching me take his dick completely.

“Yeah that’s it baby. Take it all.” He wiggled his ass under me, digging his cock into me further before he lifted me up a bit and started to thrust into me, causing my mouth to drop open and more sounds escaped my lips.

I squeezed his pecs hard as the first few thrusts made me howl, and I squinted my eyes shut to try to adjust quickly. Darren wasn’t holding back, and I didn’t want him to. I was ready. I wanted him.

I leaned back and grabbed his legs behind me, arching more and making Darren shout in approval. “Fuck yeah! Ride me!”

I did, letting my knees fall beside his body and rode him like a cowgirl. I wasn’t sure who was fucking who at this point, as I bounced on him. He flattened his legs, leaving me to grab the sides of his waist and really ride him hard.

When it was too much for him, he sat up, smashing his face into mine to kiss me as he moved his legs under me and cupped my ass in his hands. He scooched off the bed, me still impaled on his cock and stood up, holding me in his arms.

“You hot little fucker.” He mumbled, lifting me up and slamming me down on his cock as he stood there in the middle of the room. I hung on to his neck, kissing him as he drilled me like this. We were loud, not caring about who could hear us in the privacy of this sleazy room.

And then I was up against the wall, slammed into it hard as Darren speared me deep. He had my ass in his hands, spread wide open, his cock a piston in my ass. I grunted through the assault, arms around him tight to hang on as I took it.

“Yeah FUCK ME big guy!” I screamed at him, making him smile wider and shove his tongue down my throat.

And then he spun me off the wall, and turned to the bed. He grabbed me under my arm pits and picked me up off his cock and threw me on the bed. I landed on my back, staring up at the hungry look on his face.

“You ready for my load baby?” He sneered as he knelt on the bed and moved in between my open legs.

I nodded, and pulled my legs back to my chest and watched him kneel in between me. His big hands grabbed the back of my legs with my hands and them pushed down even further, lifting my ass up and allowing him to slide into me without any assistance. I gripped his hands in mine, and held on to him as our eyes locked. He gave me that sexy half grin again, and that was what sent me over the edge.

My eyes glazed over and my mouth opened wide as I arched my back and started to quiver. Darren could do this to me every time. And he loved it.

“Oh yeah baby, you feelin’ it? Cum for me!” He grinned at me, making sure to hold steady and fuck me in the exact same angle and speed.

I squeezed his hands in mine, holding my legs back, and glared at him. “Come on big guy. Fuck it out of me!”

Darren shook his head as if he was accepting the challenge, and growled. “Do it. Cum for me. And then I’m cumming in you.” He moaned, catching his breath in between thrusts.

And then he punched me the right way, as if the tip of his cock was a heat seeking missile, and I felt it rising. “Fuck!” I screamed, feeling my chest rising and my stomach tightening as my cum rose through my balls and out my hard cock.

The first shot went straight out and hit my neck, spilling my cum everywhere, followed by five successive squirts with each thrust from my big man. Darren let out a deep, guttural low groan that built up with each of my flows of cum, until I was a quivering mess under him and he went wild, thrusting harder into me with a renewed frenzy.

And then he shoved hard into me and let his first eruption out, arching his back and grunting like a beast. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open, and then he gave me a second thrust, and then a third and held my legs down against me.

His growl ended loudly, in a single word. “FUCK!”

I couldn’t help but giggle at how loud he was, and grabbed his neck and pulled him down on me, his mouth finding mine in between his heaving and panting.

“Shhh!” I said, feeling the sheen of sweat covering his back. This was quite the workout for him.

His hot breath was on my neck as I felt his weight pushing me against the bedspread. We hadn’t even pulled it down. I suddenly thought of how many people had had sex on this covering. But Darren was naked, on me, and we were alone. I didn’t care.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He suddenly said into my neck as he wriggled over me, grinding his body into mine as if he wasn’t done.

I could feel my cum squishing between us, mixing with our sweat. It only made me want his body more. “Nope. All good. That was hot!” I breathed out, seeing his face appear over mine. His eyes were dancing, and his smile still there. He kissed the tip of my nose and then my cheek before laying his head on my shoulder and turned to me.

“It’s always hot with you.” He let out a little laugh. “And if this is any indication of what Vegas will be like, I’ll book the trip tomorrow!”

I hugged his big body tight, feeling the powerful man on me. “See what happens when we have some privacy.”

Darren lifted himself up on one elbow. “Was this okay? I looked it up, and came in one day last week to check it out.” He craned his neck to look around.

“Serves it’s purpose. We aren’t here for the décor.” I said, also now looking around at the sparse room. A table with a couple chairs. A desk. TV hung on the wall in the corner. A bathroom off to the side.

“Seemed cheap and accessible. We could use this when we need to.” Darren’s eyes were on me again and he shifted, moving to the side off me and snuggled his body into mine.

“Like after our next golfing lesson?” I giggled.

Darren’s big leg moved in between mine, forcing one of mine to rest on top. “Fuck golf. We can just come here for a couple hours.”

And to me, this was way better than golf.