VI. In the End
Darren and Gene--after a protracted period of unrestrained, torrid, passionate couplings--slowly became aware that they were falling in love with each other. They didn't make love all the time, but frequently. . . as frequent as any healthy couple would come together. At first they appeared fixated on each other's cock. This was not unusual. Certainly not unusual for Darren whose limited previous associations were brief, at best and one-sided for the most part. Gene, in truth, was not terribly experienced either, although, much more so than Darren.
They talked often, indulging in involved lengthy discussions. There grew between them an intimacy that graces unrestrained openness. Nothing was hidden between them. They held nothing back in their exchanges. There were problems, but none that weren't neutralized or accommodated through discussion, a certain amount of compromising, and their growing love.
During one of their discussions, Darren admitted, laughingly, "At Mc Leicester, I thought you were an arrogant, ass-hole."
Gene laughed, too, "I guess I was. . . ." then added, "and, I thought you were an uptight, magna cum laude bookworm."
Darren smiled his agreement.
They discussed those two incidents at Mc Leicester College with amusement.
"Had Pete given you one of his 'massages?'" Darren had asked.
"Yeah, a few times. . . . but he wasn't as good as Perkins. He gave great head!"
"Did you suck him, too?"
"No. . . He liked to fuck. . . wanted to fuck my ass. . . . I wasn't in to that scene. . . other than that. . . he really was into giving head. . . . that was okay with me. . . ."
On another occasion Darren asked Gene about his first experience. They wanted, they needed to know about each other. Darren had recounted his affair with Mari and how she would use her dildo on him. Gene recounted he had gotten stinking drunk with his room mate in graduate school and ended in bed with him, getting fucked in the ass. Darren narrated his brief physical association with George, George with the huge cock. They talked of other things, many other things not related to sexual matters.
Their intimacy allowed for a certain amount of good-natured teasing as well. One time Darren had clasped Gene's hand, saying, "Such a beautiful hand and such long fingers. . . . You know what they say? A big hand and long fingers mean the guy's got a big cock!"
"I've heard that. . . . must be true. . 'cause you've got big hands, too. Yeah. . . long thick fingers, long thick cock. . ." Then he looked at his own hand, and added, "Long, skinny fingers, long skinny cock!"
Darren snorted, "I sure as hell wouldn't call it 'skinny!' That head would choke a horse!"
Once, after a particularly, lengthy, athletic and fulfilling session, Darren, remarked as they lay side by side, "Do you know what amazes me?"
"No, What?"
"That an older, bald man can cum as many times in a day as you. . . ." Gene was four years older than Darren and he hair was receding rapidly.
"You young, little snit," Darren shouted in mock anger, as he flung himself on Darren and began to tickle him. "I'll teach you to respect your elders."
They wrestled, laughing until they were completely spent.
Another instance, some six months after they had come together, they were resting. Gene had taken Darren's big cock up his ass for the first time, and was fondling Darren's half-soft fuck-toy. Gene exclaimed, "Whew. . . This middle leg of yours is really big! I hope you don't confuse it with your left one. . . ."
Darren had come to accept his half-leg. Between them it was natural.
"You bastard!" Darren laughed, rolled on top of Gene, maneuvered his left half-leg between Gene's thighs and initiated a mock fucking motion.
"Oh!. . . Oh!. . . Oh!" gasped Gene, in false passion, then he shouted, "Rape!"
They fell, laughing hysterically, into each other's arms.
It had been a little over a year since the accident and a full six months since Darren and Gene had begun their relationship. Gene usually spent the weekends at Darren's and, of late, one or two nights of the week as well. One evening, after dinner, they both were sitting in the living room reading--Darren perused the news paper and Gene was studying a recent professional journal.
Darren folded the newspaper, laid it down and said, "You know something?"
"What," replied Gene, glancing up.
"Well, you're spending so much time here," he stated calmly, "It seems that the logical thing to do is for you to move in. . . . What do you think?"
"Do you think you'd like that?" Gene asked lightly.
"Yeah, I really would," came the answer, and the addendum, "What about you?"
"I'd like it too."
They reached over, kissed each other on the lips and then sat back. They were content in that relatively important decision.
That Saturday morning Gene moved his things over to Darren's (their) apartment. Darren helped. It was mostly clothes, books, a stereo, T. V., and the like. There was no furniture to speak of. After his divorce, Gene had decided to rent a furnished apartment. So there were little encumbrances. Gene spent the afternoon unpacking and arranging his things in the guest-room (his room) while Darren fitted the appliances and other things into the living room and kitchen. They would decide on a larger apartment later.
They each took a long hot shower, relaxing their tired bodies. They had decided to go out to eat. After a particularly wonderful dinner at one of the better restaurants they returned to the apartment. After unlocking the door, Gene asked with a grin, "Who carries whom over the threshold?"
Darren grinned back, "I don't know, but I'll carry this," he said, cupping Gene's cock and balls.
They both looked round to see that they weren't observed and laughed, walking into the apartment. Darren and Gene did not hide their relationship, it was just that they were and had been uncomfortable with outward, public displays of affection. It was not that they were prudish. They just felt that there were appropriate places and times for such actions.
Quietly, they went down the hall to Darren's room, undressed and slipped into bed. They kissed, somewhat passionately, and as usually happened, began to fondle each other in ways that they knew the other liked. Soon both were straining against the other caresses. Darren, jackknifed over Gene and began to lick his hard cock and play with his big balls. Gene, his head between Darren's knees, grabbed that big cock, bent it backward slightly so that he could easily take it into his mouth. He reached up and stroked the downward hanging ball-sack. As Darren began sucking that big-headed cock as Gene reached up and sucked one of those balls into his mouth and tongued it. Both began to moan with delight. They both had become masters at playing the other's instrument!
Gene laid his head back, reached around Darren's thigh with his left hand and began to slowly manipulate his saliva slathered cock. The other hand began to massage, electrically, Darren's ass. He took one finger and began to circle Darren's puckered sphincter lightly, and then back and forth over that sensitized opening. Darren increased his sucking and licking and fondling. Gene pushed against Darren's ass-hole, producing a groan from his partner. Then he reached to the bedside table for the lotion, squeezed a liberal amount into his left hand, scooped some of it up with his right finger, and returned the left to administer its sensual action to that hard cock. The lotion covered finger then pressured that little opening again. It gave way, and Gene's finger slipped half-way in.
Darren gasped, releasing Gene's cock from his lips. "God! That feels so good," he cooed. Then he returned, more ardently to sucking that wonderful dick. This was not the first time!
Gene, continued slowly to move his left hand up and down Darren's thick love-pole. At the same time he kept time with his finger, pushing it deeper and deeper up Darren's dark, hot tunnel. He knew Darren liked to be finger-fucked, and he loved watching his finger penetrate that hot, tight hole.
Darren began to force his ass backwards in time with the advancing finger. Again released that sucked cock, saying, "That feels so damned good. . . ." Then he added, "Use two fingers."
"Two?" Gene questioned. Darren had never requested that before.
"Yeah, I want two in there!"
Gene complied and Darren returned to the object of his attention.
Slowly, Gene slipped two fingers deep into that fiery passageway. Again he began a fucking motion, accompanied by deep groans from Darren. Those tight, encircling muscles relaxed and Gene was able to probe even deeper.
After several minutes, Darren backed off Gene's throbbing, well-sucked cock, swung his leg over his head an knelt beside him. He reached for the lotion squeezing a large dollop into his hand and began to run it up and down that long, mushroom-headed scepter. Darren had done this before, and Gene loved the feel of his cock being jacked-off this way. He reached for Darren's hard cock and continued his manipulation. Almost immediately, Darren moved again. This time he straddled those muscular thighs of Gene. He took more lotion, reached behind his back an liberally anointed his own ass-hole. The remainder, he smeared over Gene's throbbing cock-head. He moved forwards, bracketing Gene's hips and reached down for his lotioned cock.
"I want to feel you inside of me," Darren declared hoarsely. Darren had never had Gene's cock up his ass before. The truth was Darren had never had any cock up his ass before!
"Why don't you wait," Gene said, a bit concerned.
"I've waited long enough," came the reply.
"Okay, then . . . take deep breaths and try to relax . . . Don't take too much at one time . . . ," he counseled his lover.
Slowly, Darren lowered his body 'til that big head came into contact with his hole. He lowered himself even more, feeling that plum-knob straining against his muscled hole.
"Take deep breaths . . . . Relax!"
Darren did as he was commanded. Suddenly, he felt that muscled opening being breached as that head literally popped inside. Darren gasped.
"Are you all right?" Gene asked with genuine concern.
"Yes," Darren answered. There was a spasming pain . . . nothing too intense. He held his position 'til the spasms ceased. Took another deep breath, concentrated and lowered himself even more. A third of Gene's cock was buried inside. He raised until he felt the flaring crown against the inside of his sphincter and then lowered himself again, even further. This exercise he performed again, a third time, and finally, a fourth time. At last he bore down with all his weight. That fuck-pole was all the way inside him.
There was no pain now, only a strange stuffed feeling and the knowledge that the feeling came from Gene's cock. He smiled down into Gene's attentive, yet concerned face.
"I've got your big cock up my ass," he declared. "The whole damned thing!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes." That was not altogether true. The truth was: it didn't hurt; it didn't feel good either; his ass felt loaded, stuffed! He began to slowly move up and down on that invading pole, and as he did, the strangely neutral, stuffed feeling was replaced by a growing, wonderfully electric, lascivious ass-centered sensation. The friction of Gene's cock as it slipped in an out over his sensitized hole produced growing, galvanic sensations he had never known before. The faster he pistoned, the greater the ardor it generated. Darren cataloged all these delicious sensations.
"Oh! . . . Now it feels so good! . . . . Oh, Gene, I never thought it would feel so good . . . . I love the feel of your cock sliding in an out of my ass . . . . It feels . . . sooo . . . good up my ass."
Gene hissed, "Christ my cock feels good in your ass!"
He lunged up and down. "Oooo . . . fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!" he commanded.
"Yess, Fuck my cock, Darren, fuck my hard cock."
Darren lunged up and down again. "Do you like . . . my . . . ass?"
"Oh, God, yes," Gene breathed, his former concern and concentration giving away to unbridled, lustful passion. "I've never felt anything as tight as this before . . . . so fuckin hot . . . . your tight beautiful ass!"
"Do you like fucking my ass . . .Gene?"
"Ohhh! . . . Yesss!" Gene's hips began involuntarily to thrust upwards, burying himself entirely into that hot fuck-shaft with every lunge.
Darren felt as if he were on some wild mustang. It was delicious.
"I'm going to cum!" Gene warned.
Darren pulled up farther and plunged down harder.
"Yes . . . Yessss . . . . YESSS . . . . . I'm CUUMMIIIING!"
Deep in side his gut Darren felt a spasm, a lurching , a wonderful seizure as he was flooded with Gene's hot cum. He became aware of his still rigid cock and his now growing need for release. As he sat on Gene's still hard cock, buried deep inside him, he grasped his own thick dick and began to jack-off, smiling down at his lover.
Gene clasped Darren's hand and pulled it off. "Don't." he pleaded. I'll take care of it."
Darren relaxed as Gene also relaxed. He could now begin to feel that imprisoned muscle also relaxing.
Gently, Gene urged Darren, "Raise up."
He did as he was asked and he felt that thick head pass over his tight, muscled opening. He groaned at the deprivation. Gene smiled and quickly spun over, between Darren's legs. His velvety smooth, firm ass came into view along with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He looked over his shoulder at Darren and said, "Now it's my turn . . . . Fuck me, my love . . . . slide that thick dick up my ass!"
Darren flushed with excitement, partly from the anticipation of fucking that tight hole and partly because Gene wanted to satisfy him, having just come himself. Darren reached for the lotion, moved between those incredible thighs and liberally lubricated that dark opening, first with one finger then two. He positioned himself, then gently, but firmly bore down between those white muscular, hairless cheeks until his cock-head popped in. He held his position 'til Gene raised his ass a little, in invitation, then slipped in further. He reveled at that glorious sensation--that feeling of just entering that tight, hot, gripping passage. Gene moved again and Darren delved even deeper.
Gene braced his hands and forced himself up onto his hands and knees. Darren moved with him and grasped those hips. He leaned back slightly so that he could observe his thick cock buried in that hot fuck-hole. He moved his hips back and forth. Watching his fucking cock was fantastic.
"Fuck . . . my . . . ass!" demanded Gene. "Fuck it good!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . I love to see my cock shoved up you sexy ass."
"Yeah, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" Gene's passion at now being fucked was fueled by his fucking Darren's ass.
Darren pounded his dick up Gene's fuck-tunnel, their balls slapped together, their breathing increased as he reached the pinnacle. "I'm going to fuck that ass . . . hard. I'm going to slam . . . my hard cock . . . all the way . . . up you ass." Each thrust, propelled Gene forward, his head bobbing more and more as the lunges grew in force. Suddenly, Darren could feel his whole being contract in that delicious pain-edged urgency that presages release. Then, an explosive orgasm shook his body. "I'M . . . CU . . . . CU . . . . . CUUMMIIIING!" he screamed.
The last lunge buried his convulsing cock deep up Gene's ass and forced them both flat on the bed. Darren's panting mouth was just above Gene's ear, while his cock was still stiffly buried in that fiery, muscle-guarded tunnel. They lay that way for minutes. Then Darren reluctantly rolled off, his cock flopped about aimlessly and then came to rest on his left thigh. They both were exhausted from this magnificent duel and without a word, fell into deep, cleansing, invigorating sleep.
The next morning, late the next morning, after showering, shaving and changing the bed linen, the two sat sipping hot, strong coffee.
Darren mused, "Who would ever have thought that the star running back not to mention Student Senate's Vice-President, along with the magna cum laude bookworm of Mc Leicester College would be fucking each other and liking it?"
"Like? I don't like it . . . . I adore it!" They laughed and reached across the table to clasp each other's hand.
They became life partners. As time passed their love making decreased in frequency, never in passion and love.
It would be easy to say: "They lived happily ever after." That would not be true. What is true is that they lived . . . ever after.
Brothers of Osiris.