JOHN DARLING'S COMA
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Holding the tube of K-Y lubricant, John mutters, "Well, um, I've got the lube, Gary. So, should we, ah...?"
Gary finishes John's question, "Should we get undressed now? Yeah, we should. Let's do that, but I'm still blown away with these clothes you bought." He unbuttoned his shirt, exclaiming, "And it looks like you ironed everything, too!"
John pulled his shirt off and kicked off his sneakers, mumbling, "Yeah, I learned to iron in college."
Stepping out of his cowboy boots, Gary mutters, "In college? What?"
John didn't respond because he had been preoccupied with Gary two minutes before, saying he'd shave. Yes, John had mentioned the beard was scratchy at times, but now John isn't sure he wants him to shave. He's already lost thirty pounds, which is excellent, but how much more of a change from the guy John fell for weeks ago will be a good thing?
Shortly, both guys are pulling off their underpants, bare-ass naked, which has both their full attention now. As he is always doing, John leans against Gary, loving the feel of his nude body, hairy chest and all. He puts his arms around Gary, murmuring, "Maybe you shouldn't shave, Gary. I thought you were special when you were a little bit fat, with your pitch-black beard and the silly retro flattop haircut. Now, I'm afraid that you'll change too much." He rubs his cheek against Gary's bearded cheek, adding, "You're macho sexy, Gary."
"We don't need to think about that tonight, John. I'm aroused by the feel of your slightly chubby belly and can hardly wait to get you in bed."
They kiss for a while, both quickly springing hard boners; John's boner is five hard inches with an average girth, while Gary's is four-plus inches with an unusually large girth. The unusually fat penis on Gary is both a plus and a minus to John. The minus comes first, as it is a lot to take up the ass until his anus gets loosened up, and then it's a plus as that fat hard cock fucks better than any other John's experienced.
Thinking about what Gary said gets John as aroused and horny as he can ever remember being. Trying to be loyal to Gary, John had less sex the past couple of weeks than he's had since he was a freshman at college when, at the time, he wasn't aware he was gay. Sure, in the past couple of weeks, he slipped up a few times and had sex, but even considering that John still has had less sex than he's used to. He's sacrificed his normal amount of sex to be loyal to Gary and is proud of his restraint, but he needs sexual relief right now. His inhibitions have taken a hike, and he's not trying to hide his desire for Gary, almost climbing on him, sucking on his mouth, moaning with sexual heat.
On the other hand, since coming to Montana, Gary hasn't had sex with anyone except for last night with John. Other than that, for the past eighteen days, he's jerked off, and that's been it. Jerking off is a poor substitute for fucking. So, even with his naturally occurring lower sex drive, Gary finds John extremely attractive and hard to resist, and he's randy for sex.
So, yeah, presently, they're both deeply into sexual desire for one another, and as arousal grows, blood pressure, breathing, heart rate, and body temperature go up while their libidos explode off the charts. The body's erogenous zones are packed with nerve endings, especially in the genital area of the penis, scrotum, anus, prostate, nipples, and lesser areas of lips, mouth, neck, buttocks, thighs, etc.
All that is happening right now in Gary's and John's minds and bodies, but they're not interested in the particulars. The overall effect or result is all they care about... a desperate need to fuck and experience the thrill of sharing their bodies, building up delirious sexual pleasure second by second, to reach the final enormously pleasurable act... orgasm. Climaxing is an unstoppable force once built-up tension of mind-boggling proportion is released, causing muscle spasms feeling beyond-belief good, mind-bending pleasure better than anything else they've felt since their last orgasms.
As they're sloppily making out, Gary gropes John's body while John reaches behind himself and pushes the lubricant inside his asshole, leaving a big blob on his tight anus. Then, pushing his lubricated hand between them, John gets Gary's fatter-than-reasonable boner in his fist and strokes it, spreading lubricant from the head to the root. By now, John's boner is drooling precum as he closes his eyes and moans, "Oooooh, Gary..."
Meanwhile, Gary's left glistening saliva all around John's mouth as he roughly, desperately turns John around, gasping as he presses the fat head of his boner against John's anus. Shuddering, John leans over and holds onto the edge of the bureau, stepping back and pushing his ass out and up, exposing his asshole and inviting his dominant top to do with it as he pleases. For John, acting submissive is a significant part of the five to ten minutes of the most thrilling part of being alive known as sexual intercourse of the anal variety.
Gary doesn't particularly care about how submissive John is as long as he, Gary, is the top during sex. If he can't be the 'top,' he'll have no sex at all. That's how he's wired, and nobody knows why... it just is what it is. And that's true even though Gary considers John Darling the best sex buddy he's ever had or hoped to have.
Sex with John is better for Gary than sex with anybody else he's ever experienced it with, but it must be him the pitcher and John the catcher... no exceptions. Luckily, that's how John wants it, too. The sex John and Gary have together is so awesome; for the first time in his life, Gary can imagine that maybe, although it still seems like a dream, he'll fall in love. That's how special John is to Gary, so perhaps as far as sexual frequency between them, it could be Gary who changes from a low sex drive to more like John Darling's horny sex drive, or more likely a compromise...
Gary is very special to John as well, but John's ready to fall in love for maybe the third time in his life. He needs the right dominant top to start with, and when he finds one, he's ready to fall in love with him for real. Gary is the most excellent candidate to fill that role yet, except...
Yeah, except for his lower sex drive. John's willing to, hopefully, work that out. If not, John determined that he could deal with Gary's lower sex drive, right...?
Gary's very conscious of the fact they didn't do the dildo step to open John's anus a little and, therefore, is very conscious of not hurting John too much. He might hurt him a little, but he definitely doesn't want to injure him! This means exerting pressure on John's anus gently. The fat, almost flat head of Gary's boner, full of lubricant, pushes on John's tight anus for a few seconds before the lips spread at all. It's like the anus is wondering, 'What's out there trying to get in?'
Once the lips spread a little, the fat head slips that much inside. A little more pressure and the well-lubed lips of John's anus lose a little more ground, then a little more, and now it's opened enough for an average-size boner to slide tightly in the rest of the way, but not the fat head of Gary's boner. He's more patient than John, who moans, "Umm, c'mon, do it, Gary."
Ignoring that, Gary humps his hips ever so slightly, gaining a tiny bit more access as John's anus is starting to squawk at him, causing pain in protest of the intrusion. It hurts John being spread open this widely, and he goes, "Ooh, ow, ummm..." and Gary presses his boner forward again, then again as John yells, "That hurts, fuck!" as, finally, the too-fat slippery head extremely tightly slides fully inside John's rectum with John trying to pull back his ass but Gary has him around his belly with both arms pulling his ass back, moving his too-fat boner further inside John Darling.
There is no humping or thrusting yet, just a steady push and pull getting Gary's boner all the way inside John's ass. John's reduced to holding his breath, trying to embrace the pain, tears running down his cheeks, but not from crying. He's not crying; he's waiting for what he knows is just around the corner. The pleasure train with pleasure no one has ever been able to describe. There are no words in English to describe how good it feels.
Gary had done everything very slowly. Nevertheless, he still had his too-fat boner fully inside John's ass in only thirty seconds. Letting out a long-held breath, Gary murmurs, "You doing okay, Darling?"
Still holding his breath, John nods, slowly exhales and then says, "I'm okay. It hurts, but the hurt is lessening by the second. That was an excellent entry, Gary. Really good considering no dildo this time."
He is lying about the excellent entry... it hurt a lot, but he wants to encourage Gary to exclude the dildo in the future, too. Most guys would have screamed and pulled away during that initially painful entry. Not John, though. He was too horny, and now he is starting to get his reward for gutting it out. In less than a minute since they started, John's already feeling simmering pleasure vibrations slipping off his squished prostate gland. There is a treasure trove of pleasure from that gland that can't be explained. What about Natural Selection justifying this immense pleasure in a human's asshole?
Even with John's assurances that he's fine, Gary lets everything calm down, leaving his cock inside John without moving it. He gently rubs John's back, murmuring, "This feels perfect, Darling. I'm so grateful to you for being here and keeping me company in such a luscious manner. You're a wonderful boyfriend; you really are. Thank you."
John hears that in the background while not focusing on it because he's focusing on the decreasing pain already down to a manageable level. Then there's that faint earlier pleasure tingle coming off his prostate that's getting more pronounced by the second. His anus has adjusted to this sort of familiar intrusion. It'll become more and more familiar in the next twenty hours or so, and then later next week, it'll be a daily familiar too-fat boner that the anus will be getting used to and maybe looking forward to.
For now, John relaxes as the hurt is neutralized and the pleasure train has pulled into the station, making John gasp, then moan, "Mmmm, feeling amazingly good, Gary." Then, right away, he adds, "Ooooh, yeah, ummm, feeling so good, Gary, Fuck me... ahh, ahh, oooh..."
That's all Gary needed to hear, and it's thrust, thrust, thrust, his too-fat slippery boner pulling back and disappearing, pulling back shiny with lube, then disappearing again inside John's body and again, and steady now.
Gary closes his eyes, his face scrunching up as pleasure coming off his penis surrounds his mind so that nothing else can penetrate. The faster he thrusts, the higher the pleasure until he's making little squeaking sounds, barely able to believe how good this feels. His crotch slammed against John's buttocks, making a wet, slippery, "Slap, slap, slap" sound to go along with John's moans, "Oh, oh, oh..."
That fat boner has activated every nerve ending in John's rectum; millions of them. There were too many pleasure strobes to keep track of until it felt like his entire rectum and groin were in cahoots, seeing how hard they could make his boner get. It's hard enough that it might split down the middle or break off entirely. Oh fuck, though, did it ever feel out of this world fantastic, giving him shivers of pleasure too many to believe.
With all of that going on simultaneously, both young men want it to go on forever, but reality sucks. The truth is, they've both been hungry for sex with one another; even Gary's lower sex drive was overridden by his desire, so in less than ninety seconds of thrusting, both young men made embarrassingly loud, high-pitched screams while blowing their climaxes... orgasms spectacular enough to remember for a lifetime, semen shooting into John's bowels from Gary's nuts and John's cum splattering against the bureau drawer making a noticeable splat sound with spray coming back to dampen his dick and nuts.
After climaxing, barely able to breathe, shivers all over him; Gary's fat still-hard cock continued thrusting in and out of John's asshole, slippery with lubricant and cum now, as John held his dick tightly, his eyes squeezed shut, absorbing all the pleasure sensations flooding his mind. Then, as fabulous as everything was, thirty seconds later, Gary pulled his now softening, too-fat penis out of John's extremely wide-opened anus, mumbling, "Holy Mother of God, that was so good!" He chuckles, adding, "Oh man, I'm flabbergasted how awesome your ass is, Darling! Holy shit, that felt good."
Still squeezing his dick, John straightens up and turns around, smiling and mumbling, "Sex never gets old, does it?"
Two understated comments about world-shattering climaxes less than a minute ago. That's how humans are. Earthshaking pleasure, and then from Gary, as he's wiping his dick, "So, can we have dinner now, do ya think?"
John's like, "Hey, it wasn't JUST me who wanted to fuck, right? That delayed dinner, what? Was it ten minutes? I don't see why..."
Cleaning up in the bathroom, they're arguing again, but with grins on their faces, joking more than anything. Gary's holding a pad of toilet paper to John's asshole catching the drooling cum that he shot up there, "Hey! You hold this, Darling. I need to wash my hands."
"Do you think we should buy sanitary napkins for my ass after you fuck me bareback?"
Gary's drying his hands, mumbling, "That's a damn good idea. One that will stick to your buttocks, or maybe one that goes up your ass. I don't know what they're called..."
Walking out of the bathroom, John's hand is behind him, holding the toilet paper pad that absorbs the drooling cum; John says, "No, not one that goes up my ass like a dildo. I'll have a never-ending boner with that. One that can absorb your cum drooling out."
Gary snickers, muttering, "Get what you want, pretty boy. It's your problem.'
"Oh, that's really nice, Gary! My problem, huh?" They make a new pad of Kleenex this time and pull John's underpants up to keep the pad against his anus. Then they get dressed as John asks, "Can we eat someplace else, Gary? The hotel was okay, but it'll be fun eating at a real restaurant."
"Christ, Darling, you're forgetting I still need to be up at five o'clock Sunday morning."
John says, "For half a day, right?"
Gary's dressed, combing his hair, muttering, "Yes, half a day." Dropping the comb, he turns to John, saying, "Thursday after work, we'll get our haircuts. We both look ragged."
They both have coats in their arms and are standing at the elevator, waiting for a car. They don't want to eat in the hotel again, so that's why the coats. They can walk to a Burger King tonight, but Gary promises John they'll have a date to eat at a fancy restaurant next weekend.
John bumps against Gary's side, saying, "I'm having a fabulous time, Gary. Being with you makes me so happy. I can't explain it, but I feel I've known you for years instead of only a few months."
The elevator doors open, and they get into the empty car. Gary says, "I feel the same way about you, John. From the start, I've been totally relaxed with you, feeling we belong together. It's so weird but wonderful at the same time. Kinda scary, too, I guess. I mean, it is weird, ya know?"
"I'm surprised you're scared of something, Daddy?"
John shakes his head, "Of course, there are things I'm afraid of. Only a fool or a retard says there's nothing he's afraid of."
The doors open on the lobby floor, and John mutters, "We're not supposed to say 'retard,' Gary."
Stepping off the elevator car, Gary whispers, "Retard, retard, retard," and then, grinning, he puts his arm across John's shoulders, murmuring, "You'll be our politically correct policeman, Darling," and, right in front of the two women waiting for an elevator going up, he pulls John's head over to kiss his cheek, saying, "You make me feel fabulous, Johnny."
John was dizzy and shocked again at Gary's willingness to kiss in public. In the beginning, Gary claimed he wasn't into kissing guys, but that rule has been broken and smashed since he and Darling were boyfriends. John feels that kissing and bodily contact, like holding hands or an arm around the waist or across shoulders, around the back of the neck, all that kind of thing, is almost as sexy and exciting as anal sex. John grovels with arousal from Gary's touching and kissing.
Putting on their coats, Gary puts on his cowboy head tonight, so John puts on the baseball cap he bought at the Denver Airport, and they start walking into the cold night. Gary knows about Burger King from Rick Carter, the friend he made here who drives him to and from the training center every day. It's an eight-block walk, but getting out and walking is something Gary hasn't had much chance to do the past few weeks. John had enough walking earlier today that he could have done with this walk, but he wouldn't say anything to damage the excellent vibes he's getting from Gary.
They smoke a cigarette as they walk, with Gary saying, "I don't have much of a chance to smoke here, except at lunch break when I go outside and smoke instead of eating lunch."
John exhales smoke and mumbles, "You've lost enough weight, Gary. Don't lose any more."
"Yeah, my goal is to lose another ten pounds. My stomach has shrunk, and it doesn't take much to fill it up, so I don't feel as if I'm starving. Just a suggestion, but you might want to lighten up on the calories, pretty boy. Concentrate more on exercising and running. Well, running IS exercising; doing both types will serve you well."
John holds Gary's left hand and in both of his, asking, "Are you saying I'm getting too fat for you, Gary?"
Pulling his hand away, Gary mumbles, "Oh, no, not yet, and it would be impossible for you to get too fat for me. We can switch places, you as the fat one and me as the skinny one, and I'd still be captivated by you, my delicious-looking boyfriend. You're stuck with me."
"I don't want to get fat-fat, but I've learned to enjoy eating. I'm going to do all the exercising and whatnot you show me how to do, but I'm probably putting on some more weight. Don't forget, I'm about two inches taller, so..."
"So? What do you mean by that?
Again, John holds Gary's hand, "I mean, um, I'll probably weigh more than you in a few months, Gary, but I'm taller, so I should weigh more."
They both ditch their cigarette butts, flicking them in the street, John mumbling, "Look, I don't want to be 'that guy,' but you and I agree that I'm the, ah, I'm our leader, and I don't want you putting on much more weight. You've done a great job, but enough is enough."
John takes a deep breath, "It worries me that we argue so much, Gary. Yeah, you're my Daddy and leader, but I push back on the concept that you'll decide when I'm getting too fat. You're the one who told me to put on weight in the first place."
Gary pulls his hand out of John's hand and puts his arm around the back of John's neck, again pulling John's head against his, saying, "I don't want us talking about this again tonight, but you need to know that at some point very, very soon you will watch your weight and you'll do it because I said so."
John turns his head so they're face to face, kisses Gary's lips, and says, "When you put it like that, of course, I'll follow your wishers."
They're right in front of Burger King, and three people walk out just as John kisses Gary. A tall man wearing a rare bowtie and sports coat, a short plump woman, and a plump preteen girl who looks like the plump woman. The man says authoritatively, "Do not throw your disgusting degenerate behavior in the face of normal people, especially children."
Sounding sincere, Gary says, "God bless you for your compassionate understanding of us retards."
The woman, looking confused, sputters, "But he said..." and the boys go into Burger King.
John says, "There's that 'retard' word again, Gary. I've gotta call you on that."
Gary mutters, Look at the retard on the register. Hello, teenagers work fast food, sir. Not fifty-year-olds."
Trying not to snicker, John hits Gary's arm and mutters, "What is wrong with you?"
"Shh! You're the only one who can hear me. I'm trying to get you to laugh, pretty boy. What are you going to get to eat?"
Gary orders a bottled water and pain burger that equals 240 calories, mumbling, "I keep all meals under three hundred calories. I'll have a couple of your French fries if that's okay."
John ordered the Bacon King burger, 2100 calories, a large French fry, 657 calories, and onion rings, 564 calories. The total calories for this meal are 3200, not counting John's drink. He doesn't have the balls to order one of their artificial, high-calorie pretend milkshakes, so he gets a soda (140 calories).
Carrying the tray, John smiles and says, "Would you mind awfully carrying your plain hamburger? It's weighing down the tray."
Gary snickers, muttering, "Asshole..."
While eating, they talked more about their good fortune in meeting one another. John says, "I'm not much for praying, but the other night, I said, 'Thanks for everything...' You know, as a prayer, just in case they're right about God."
They laugh as Gary eats onion rings and French fries, and John adds calories to each thing he eats. Then, walking back to the hotel, Gary starts yawning like he did last night, yawning and apologizing, then yawning again and another apology. Going right up to the room, John looked longingly at the lobby bar they passed, thinking how much fun it would be to have some beers and keep laughing at stuff.
In the room, Gary yawns, shaking his head, then mumbling, "Three more days of this fucking training. I'm so sick of it." They do their bathroom stuff and then, with no mention of sex before sleeping, get in bed; John cuddles in Gary's arms, they tell one another 'goodnight,' and Gary is asleep in two minutes.''
John's not, but he's understanding about Gary getting up at five o'clock in the morning. Thinking about not having sex before sleeping, John surprises himself, thinking, 'The great sex Gary laid on me earlier is still fresh in my mind. I'm not climbing the walls horny. I'm getting like my boyfriend.' Then he asks, quietly out loud, "Am I? Really?"
Sunday morning plays out like yesterday morning. The phone alarm goes off, and John tries holding Gary in bed, but Gary gently breaks free of him and gets out, murmuring, "Go back to sleep, Darling," which John does almost immediately.
He feels great when he wakes up at nine o'clock Sunday morning, four hours after waking with Gary. There was no booze last night and a lot of sleep on Friday and Saturday nights, plus no stress, and he's been with Gary, so why wouldn't he feel great? Well, one little thing about last night is John trying to convince himself that the one fuck Gary and he had was enough, but no, it wasn't.
John thinks, 'Okay, good that I'm being honest about it. I'm not to a point where no sex before sleeping is okay. We're in bed together, and it doesn't take long to show affection for one another before sleeping. How long does a fuck take? Ten minutes?'
Then he says out loud, "But there is an unusual situation to consider. Gary needs to get up at five o'clock in the morning. Still, fucking doesn't take that long."
Getting out of bed, John tells himself not to rock the boat. Things have been great for the most part. They need to work on a compromise about the sex frequency. Gary's sex drive is too low, and John's is too high.
Taking a much-needed piss, John thinks, 'We'll work it out. Okay, let's think about this. It's Sunday, so Gary only studies for half a day and should be back here in a few hours. If you start the classes at seven in the morning and go until seven at night, that's twelve hours. Fuck! Twelve hours? Anyway, a half-day is six hours."
He pees on a finger, finishes his piss and licks his finger, and then says out loud, "So, three o'clock, right? Yeah, although that's almost a whole day at Marshall's Auto Repair, where we both work."
He chuckles and mutters, "I've got to get Gary to do some urine play with me. Or maybe I better get over my urine fetish."
After washing his hands and face, he brushes his teeth and gets dressed in another new pair of skinny jeans, the Polo hoodie pullover he bought yesterday, his boots, and Gary's cowboy hat. He thought about wearing sneakers again today but rejected that idea and put on his boots. Bringing Gary's winter hoodie to the elevator, he mumbled to himself, "I'm a cowboy who wants to play in some pee," and laughed.
Two people waiting for an elevator, a man and woman both in their forties, heard John's laughter and turned to look at him. John smiled at them, and they smiled back at his extraordinary looks. People breaking out with smiles happened all the time for John, but he was oblivious to the fact it wasn't something most people normally do for a stranger.
He buys a New York Times to work the crossword puzzle at the little hotel shop. Then, discarding everything except the section with the puzzle, he knows from yesterday that the hotel cafe serves breakfast until eleven, so that's where he goes.
The lady at the reception desk says, "Good morning. Will it be just you this morning?"
He nods and follows her to a table for two against the wall. Waiting for service, he looks at the puzzle and smiles because of the pleasant smells of coffee and bacon that permeate the air, and he's hungry.
A minute later, the waitress from yesterday, Gloria, with the big tits, comes over carrying a pot of coffee and a menu, smiling broadly, cheerfully saying, "Good morning, Cowboy. Coffee?"
John nods, "Yes, thanks. How are you today?"
She lies the menu on the table, then moves the hat off the table to the other chair, saying, "I'm improving by the minute now that you and your cute face have brightened things in here considerably."
John blushes as she adds, "I'll be back in a minute to take your order, Honey."
Nodding, John mumbles, "Okay," and glances at the menu as she saunters away, swinging her ass. After looking at the menu and deciding what he wants for breakfast, he takes a ballpoint pen and works on the crossword puzzle.
He quickly fills in three words on the puzzle and five more as fast as he can print. Picking up his coffee, he takes a sip and makes a face: "Ew." He adds four sugars and cream from the tiny pitcher, wondering how long the cream has been out of refrigeration on the table and hoping it hasn't gone sour. John fills in the puzzle word 'paradigm' for the crossword clue: 'pattern of something, model.'
He looks up from his puzzle, thinking, 'Gary wasn't rude, so he didn't say this. Didn't say I was getting tubby, but that's what I think he thinks. So, hmm, should I get what I decided on for breakfast? I'm hungry!"
Working the puzzle again, he notices that Gloria and her big jugs are not back in a minute as she said she'd be. It's been more than five minutes before she asked, "What can I get you, Hon?"
John looks up and says, "Crossword for a harsh mixture of sounds ending in 'Y'?
Holding her little pad to write John's breakfast order, she says, "Cacophony."
John mutters, "Hey, good for you!" but he'd already filled the word in. Putting the paper down, he picks up the menu to refresh his memory. He then orders a large orange juice, three pancakes with butter and real maple syrup, two scrambled eggs with cheese, six strips of bacon, home fries, and an English muffin. "And more coffee, please."
Pouring more coffee into his cup, she mutters, "You've worked up an appetite, Cowboy. You haven't been out rustling cattle, have you?"
Shrugging, unsure what she means, John mumbles, "Ha, not really."
She grins at him, "I could eat you up," and off she goes, busy this morning.
John thinks, 'If I were heterosexual, um, straight, I'd be getting laid more than I presently am.' Then he said out loud, "Ew! No, thanks," and went back to his crossword puzzle.
After finishing the crossword puzzle and breakfast, John left a twenty-five percent tip for Gloria because he likes her. He left the hotel to jog what he estimated was a mile, then walked for another half hour, smoking and guessing what these crazy training people with their twelve-hour days consider a half day. He mutters, "The way I figured it out, half of their training day will be one o'clock. Wait, is that right? Yeah, it is. I shouldn't expect him any later than that."
He returns to the room at 11:30, exercises, showers, and dresses in new clothes from his shopping spree. He paces around the room, then goes down to the lobby at twelve-fifteen, anxious to hug Gary... be with him. That's all he wants, and there he is, talking near the entrance with an older fellow. That must be the guy Gary carpools with. Gee, the guy looks about sixty. What? An old man like that is still learning something new about automobiles.
John waits until the old guy walks toward the elevators before calling "Gary," feeling what has to be love in his heart. What else could it be if not love?
To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com
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