Darren

I ran my tongue across his abs, feeling it bounce across the hard mountains and valleys.
I pulled off my tee and tossed it aside. I felt Darren’s hands on my shoulders. He pulled me close to him and kissed my shoulder.
He rolled over and kissed my chest and down my stomach. I began massaging his hair as he kissed me, running his tongue across my torso, exploring me.
He moved up and kissed my ear, nibbling on it softly, then down to my neck and shoulder. I now had hard-on to match his and I knew he could tell.
I reached down and began to work on the button to his pants.
He sat up and stared at me a moment in foreign shock, then stood and stared at me in horror.
“This isn’t right,” He stammered. “This is against God, Jesus wouldn’t like this.”
- Oh Christ, I thought, Who gives a flying fuck?
I crawled over to the edge of the bed and kissed his chest, he back away.
“No,” He said, “No more of that.”
I stood and kissed him on the lips. He resisted at first, but I held his head to mine and I could feel his resistance melt away the longer our tongues made love.
I unbuttoned his pants. I worked the zipper down and dropped them to the floor. I kissed him briefly then slowly sank down, pulling his cotton briefs down with me.
“No, ah, no,” He said, trying to resist me as I encompassed his raging hard-on in my mouth.

The credits on the Jean Claude Van-Damme action flick ended. It wasn’t my choice; Darren had wanted to rent it, so we had.
mom and dad were gone for the evening. Mom was at her Bible study and Dad had gone to dinner with a few people from his office to celebrate something.
We prowled around the house until Darren suggested we go for a late-night swim in the pool. 
“Our suits are still wet, man,” I said, “and it’ll be too much of a pain to put ‘em in the dryer.”
“So?” He said, “ We can swim in our underwear or go skinny dippin’ or somethin’.”
He ran outside and started ditching clothes before I could protest. His perfect body arched through the air in a shallow dive.
He came up on the other side of the pool and shook the water from his head.
“Come on in,” He said, “It’s great!”
I tossed my clothes off and eased myself down into the pool. 
The moonlight glinted off the water and Darren’s wet hair. He swam across the stood in front of me. I wanted him so bad I could hardly breathe. 
“C’mon,” He said, splashing water in my face.
I shook the water out in time to get another right in the eye. I turned my head and began blindly splashing in his direction.
I felt something seize my high thigh, then fling me around like a doll into the water.

I sputtered up and glared at him, then began splashing hard at him. He dove under the water and grabbed low on my stomach and pushed me under.
When I came up sputtering and coughing, Darren was standing next to the pool, the moon reflecting off the water on his body, laughing. I inhaled and stared at his cock for a good four or five seconds.

I glanced up at his face, suddenly aware that I had been staring. He was looking at me with and odd expression on his face.
“What’s the deal, man?” He asked.
“Whatcha mean,” I asked, hoping by playing dumb he’d just ignore it.
“You’re staring,” He said, glancing down at his cock and back up at me a couple times, “You know.”
“Um, well, it’s,” I stuttered, trying to find a plausible excuse, “It’s just that I’ve never seen a, you know, shaved pubes before, that’s all.”
- Fucking brilliant, I thought, You may have just saved your ass, man.
“Ah, well,” He said, running his fingers over it, “I did this a couple years ago, when I was on the swim team, you know, less drag.”
“Ah,” I said, “Cool.”
- Cool? Dear God, what the fuck are you going to say next? It’s anything but cool, it’s giving me a fucking hard-on, goddammit. 

My lips closed around the head of his cock. I sucked, softly, then ran my tongue over his head, feeling the roughness of his cockhead. I ran my tongue over his slit and he gasped and moaned loudly.
I ran my tongue down the soft underside of his cock, down to his balls. I kissed the wrinkled, dark brown skin of his scrotum. I then ran my tongue up the soft underbelly of his cock again. 
He was breathing heavily, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

I kissed the head and took it back into my mouth, running my tongue around it again. Suddenly I felt his cock convulse with the throws of orgasm.
Darren began moaning loudly, nearly screaming as his warm cum filled my mouth. I gulped it down as blast after massive blast filled me.
He was salty and thick, very thick. Warm and almost sweet, but not really. It was like no cum I had ever tasted before, yet it was so familiar.
His knees buckled and he collapsed back onto the bed. I crawled up his body and kissed him on the lips, transferring some of his cum still in my mouth to his.
He closed his eyes, tasting the cum, his chest heaving with his labored breathing.
“That was the first time I’ve ever cummed,” He said between breaths.
I shook my head. “Ever?” I asked, in astonishment.
“Ever,” He replied. 
“You’ve never masturbated?” I asked, not believing him completely.
“God doesn’t leave a lot of room for sexual exploration,” He said.
I smiled and kissed Darren.

I walked into the house naked. While Darren had been swimming laps around the pool, I had sneaked inside and taken a few hits from a joint I had been nursing for a couple weeks. It had loosened me up a little and I had been sneaking a few “accidental” feels off Darren’s ass as he swam by.
We had finally gotten out of the pool and come inside. Darren had wrapped a towel around himself, but I marched in my cock leading the way.
I began prowling through the cabinets and the refrigerator. Darren stood in the doorway to the kitchen and watched me, eyebrows raised.
“Aren’t you gonna put on some clothes, man?” He asked.
“Naw,” I announced, putting my hands on my upper thighs, “I kinda like running free.”
He gave me an really odd look, then threw me my underwear.
“C’mon, man,” He said, “Get dressed, I don’t wanna see you all the time.”

I felt Darren’s mouth on my cock. He subscribed to the notion that bobbing you head up and down on someone’s dick was good head, but I didn’t care, it was ecstasy just the same.
He was warm, and beautiful. I looked down my body to where he knelt, my legs draped over his shoulders. He head was buried in my crotch, moving up and down, side to side on my cock. I felt the waves of pleasure as I watched him give them.
I closed my eyes and laid back, my heart racing as I felt the warmth in my loins grow. I can mean only one thing. I wanted to yell “Faster! Harder!” but it was too exquisite as it was. Too perfect.

I let a low moan escape my lips as my breathing began to catch in my throat. I sucked in a long breath and released my first shot. 
He coughed as he struggled to keep up with my cum. When he came up and kissed me I could feel the cum he didn’t quite manage to swallow on his chin, rubbing into my face.
I licked it off and smiled at my own taste.
We lay back, our arms interlocked, our naked bodies heaving.

I walked Darren down the hall, holding his hand. We couldn’t find anything to do and I was bored. I was stoned enough to decide to give it a try with him, even with his preaching all day long.
I opened the door to my room and walked in. Darren flipped on the light and I flipped it off again. The room was only illuminated by a blue lava lamp I had on my desk and the glowing screen saver on the computer.
Darren sat on the edge of the bed, and looked deep into my eyes. I could see lust there, but it was hidden behind reservations and doubts.

I felt Darren’s cock rise again under my hand as I rested it on his crotch. 
I turned my head and looked at him. He smiled and nodded. I rolled over and put my lips to his ear.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered.
He looked at me, confusion, then fear, then disgust, then amazement playing across his face.
“You mean?” He asked, trailing off.
“Yeah,” I said.

The sun came through the window and played across the bed. I leaned on my elbow and looked at Darren sleeping next to m, his naked body half exposed. 
He twitched and rolled over, laying on his back, morning erection standing straight up to greet me.
I slowly slid down his body and began to blow him, keeping my eyes on his so I’d know when he woke up.
I could feel he was nearing his cum. He was thrusting his hips against my mouth in his sleep, trying to increase the temp so he’d cum.
He inhaled, exhaled then sucked in a deep breath and filled my mouth with cum.

He sat up and looked at me, between his legs, my mouth leaving his hard erection covered with cum. His eyes darted between me and his cock.
“What the fuck did we do?” He yelled.
“We had a good time, lover,” I said, kissing him on the mouth. He pushed away and pulled on a pair of briefs on the floor and began to pace.
“We didn’t, we didn’t, did we?” He asked.
“Oh, come on man,” I said, more then slightly irritated, “You know we did,”

I felt his cock against my anus. I held my breath and nodded at him.
He began pushing it into me. At first it hurt, a lot, but then it began to feel almost good, like it was right to be there. 
He kept pushing until I told him to stop. He began thrusting in and out, pushing into me and pulling out until just his head was left in.
It was exquisite. My dick was hard again by the first thrust.

He kept going, pushing deep into me. I clenched my ass muscles around his cock producing a moan from him.
His breath began to quicken and I knew the end was near even before he warned me about it.
He thrust into me and shot a wad deep into my bowels. I felt him slide in and out easier as his cum lubed my anus.
Finally he collapsed onto me, breathing hard, kissing my chin. 

Two days later he was gone, but sitting here, all I can think about is that last kiss on the chin. We fucked each other senseless and all I can think of is that last kiss on the chin.