Daryl stood by the hamper removing his clothes while the water ran in the tub. He was letting it warm up while he got naked. His T-shirt and socks went into the hamper quickly, but when he got to his jeans Daryl paused.
He removed them and slipped two fingers into the left hip pocket, extracting the condom that had been nestled in there for so long. Tonight seemed to be another night it was destined to go unopened. Several weeks ago Daryl and Peter had gotten into an argument, one that started out innocently enough but soon escalated. It was such a pity because Daryl couldn't even remember what the argument was about; he just knew that his lover fell asleep every night in silence. They slept with their backs to each other, and that was the way it had been for weeks.
Over the din of the running water Daryl heard Peter in the bedroom. He peeked out to watch his olive skinned lover with golden blonde hair and sky-blue eyes meandering about the room, getting things ready for bed. Peter was completely naked, and Daryl found himself getting hard just watching the other man.
"Well, there's no way he's gonna help me out with this," Daryl muttered while looking down at his hardon. "Better get some K-Y out to help me jerk off in the shower."
Daryl went into the medicine cabinet to retrieve the lubricant. Instead of opening it right away he went back to the door and watched Peter.
Peter was completely aware of this observation. It gave him a thrill that, even though they weren't really happy with each other now, Daryl was still checking him out. At work today Peter had been realizing the same thing as his lover: he didn't even remember what started this argument. It seemed silly to hold on to a cause you didn't understand, so tonight Peter planned to make things better. He did so by humming the first song he and Daryl had ever called their own: Queen's "Love of My Life."
Daryl was able to pick up the tune Peter was muttering, and it made him ache. Now he looked out to see his lover standing by the bed with his back to the bathroom door. Daryl's eyes passes over Peter's slender neck, his muscular shoulders, down his smooth back, to his wonderfully hairless buttocks and strong legs. God, just the sight of how those legs flowed so gracefully into that rear end was almost enough to make Daryl come right on the spot.
Peter's next move gave Daryl an idea. He watched carefully as Peter put one knee up on the bed and then leaned over to pull the bedsheets back, giving Daryl a perfect view of one of the most gorgeous male asses on the planet. (In secret, Peter was hoping beyond hope that Daryl was catching an eyeful of this.)
Daryl looked at the K-Y in his hand, looked at the condom resting on top of his folded-up jeans, and decided it was time.
He picked up the condom and quietly slipped out of the bathroom, unscrewing the tube as he did so. At first his movements were slow and cautious. Then, when he was within arm's length of Peter, Daryl switched gears and got aggressive, moving fast. Daryl reached around and grabbed his lover by the quads, tugging hard so that the support of his legs disappeared. Peter shouted out in surprise as he fell belly-down on the bed and was dragged back to the edge. Daryl pulled Peter back far enough so that his legs and ass were hanging off the bed.
Daryl's weight fell on Peter, pinning him down. He began to savagely lick Peter's earlobe and press kisses up and down his neck. There was a squishing sound and then the feeling of something sliding along the line between his buttocks. That was when Peter realized his plan had succeeded because this sensation was Daryl lubricating his backside. To keep up the illusion that this wasn't planned, Peter maneuvered around a bit. Daryl leaned down on him hard, his breath hot in Peter's ear.
"You're not going anywhere," Daryl grunted.
Peter heard the tearing of plastic as Daryl opened the condom. The top man had a tricky time putting it on one-handed but he managed. His left hand was on Peter'' wrist, gripping it tightly, pinning it down, while his right hand was used to place the tip of his sex against Peter's backdoor. Once its position was secure, Daryl put his right hand on Peter's other wrist.
"It's been too long, lover...too long," Daryl whispered.
And with that he started to push. Peter gasped; despite the preparation he still felt a sting as the first millimeter of Daryl's sex slipped inside. It seemed to Peter that Daryl was bigger than ever before; perhaps his method of roughly attacking and pinning his bottom man down had sent more blood rushing into his member. Whatever the case, this made the penetration a little more rough on Peter...and also more exciting.
Daryl continued licking and kissing Peter while he worked more of himself inside. It had been so long since they had done this that Peter's muscles forgot how pleasurable it was to let this stiff rod in, and the resistance only made Daryl work harder at getting in all the way. Peter groaned with a mix of pain and ecstasy, but by the time Daryl was halfway in the former was all gone.
"Oh, Daryl," Peter moaned, "don't you know where you're putting that thing? That's my asshole, man. God, your dick is going up a man's ass."
"Yeah," Daryl said, "just where it should be. Right in the ass of the man I love."
"Ooh, baby...you like that, don't you? You like fucking me?" Peter cooed.
"You better believe it."
Peter let out a long, relaxed sigh as the cock continued to push into him. All the tension inside him let go, and he was able to fully enjoy the sensations set off with each new group of anal nerve endings that the enormous sex brushed up against. There seemed to be no end to this penetration and then, finally, Peter could feel Daryl's balls against his buttocks. This sensation (coupled with the fact that Peter knew there was a load in those testicles waiting to empty into him) turned him on even more. And what kind of lover would he be if he didn't share this with Daryl?
"Oh, God, Daryl, I love it when you stick that big dick in my ass. Oh, honey, it's so big, and it feels so good in my asshole...mmm, I love you, baby," Peter moaned. "I'm all right now, you know...you can start fucking me if you want."
With that Peter felt the sex withdraw and then press into him again. The memories were reawakened in the neural pathways. This thrust sent a burst of pleasure piercing through Peter's brain, and his anus completely (and gladly) gave way to this aggressive force. To Daryl there was nothing more exciting than his lover's rear end surrendering to his desires, and to Peter there was nothing more erotic than this man's throbbing erection buried to the hilt in his backside, fucking away until he came. Peter's shouts of approval became more and more graphic as the momentum built; he rocked with Daryl's thrusts so the mattress could help him masturbate.
Suddenly Daryl's weight was off him, and the penis withdrew from his ass. Peter looked back in disappointment.
"Sit up on the edge of the bed," Daryl commanded.
Peter did, and once he got to his destination he found the unsheathed cock pressed into his face.
"Now suck it, baby," Daryl said. "Suck that dick and taste yourself on it."
Peter cupped Daryl's balls in one hand and took the member into his mouth. It was bouncing in excitement so dramatically that Peter had to hold it in place first.
"Yeah that's it. You taste your own sweet ass on that dick," Daryl groaned.
This was an aggressiveness Daryl had never shown before, and it turned Peter on. The excitement only grew when his lover pulled out of Peter's mouth and rubbed the cock al over his face and neck.
"You like that, don't you? You like a guy's cock in your face?"
"Not just a guy's cock...YOUR cock," Peter said.
There was silence between them as this new ground was explored. Then Daryl pushed Peter by the shoulders, sending him flat on his back, then pulling Peter forward so that his ass was at the edge of the bed. As Daryl crouched down, Peter spread his legs with a smile. He started to lightly tug his erection while Daryl put his sex at the back entrance once again.
"You like fucking my ass, don't you? It's so nice and tight," Peter whispered.
"It sure is," Daryl replied.
And at the same time he admitted his pleasure, Daryl slid his cock back into Peter's willing rear end. This time it went in without a hitch, going right up to the balls. Daryl leaned down to kiss his lover. Peter put his arms around Daryl's shoulders and his legs around his hips, using the heels to pull Daryl in even deeper as the thrusting picked up again. Their bodies were so close together that Daryl's stomach brushed Peter's cock, a sensation which would easily bring him to orgasm in no time when coupled with the feeling of the stiff rod poking his poop chute.
"Oh, honey...you're so beautiful, you're so big," Peter said. "Make love to me, Daryl, like I'm your woman...like I'm your wife. Yes, please drive that big cock up my ass. God, it's so fucking hard!"
Peter's words spurred Daryl on to a faster pace. Soon he could feel the cock throbbing extra hard inside him, and he knew Daryl was close to coming. Just the thought of the warm fluid shooting into him made Peter start to ejaculate, his release coating both of their bodies. It wasn't much longer until he felt the flurry inside himself as Daryl squirted into Peter's anxious behind.
Once the orgasm was done Daryl collapsed on Peter. The two shared a long kiss, and then a gaze into each other's eyes.
"Let's never fight again," Daryl said.
"And if we do," Peter added, "let's make up like this."