Days with Darrin

I put the video in the VCR and within a minute, I got out my do-it-yourself sex kit and took off all of my clothes and started beating off while Shane seemed more interested in watching me do it, but not at all interested in doing it himself. It was really starting to piss me off because he was going to town rubbing that long lump of cock through his pants, but seemed dead set on not beating off with me. I even told so hoping that it would motivate him.

"Shane, aren't you gonna jack-off? - I fell sort of silly laying here naked and jacking-off in front of some who isn't." I said.

"Oh it's cool - Go ahead and beat your meat. - I'll jack-off when I get home." He said and having nothing to lose, I put my foot down.

"No, fuck that! - You can either pull your dick out and start beating off or I'm gonna pull it out and do it for you!" I said.

"Dude, just worry about your own dick!" Shane said in a challenging tone.

I dropped my dick and reached over and started to unbotton Shanes pants and he brushed my hands away. I brushed his hands away and the struggle escaleted, but it soon became obvious that he wasn't resisting nearly enough to stop me. Eventully his protest switched from physical to verbal which did noting to stop me as I pulled his pants and underwear completely off. He gave in completely once I started massaging his rock hard dick with both of my hands. Before long, I laid my head on Shanes belly while I stared down the barrel of his cock and stroked in towards my face. I knew that eventhough my face was close to his dick, he still couldn't squirt on my face from even that short distance. The thought of him cumming on my face sort of grossed me out and that's why I was so shocked when I suddenly moved my head closer until I slid my mouth over the top 5-inches of his cock.

"Whoa! - What the fuck are you doing!" Shane said.

I paid no attention to what he was saying and especially since I could feel his hand pushing my head down as he tried to force more of his cock into my mouth. I had never sucked a dick in my entire life, but you'd think that I had been doing it for years by the way that Shane started to moan and threaten me with physical violence if I told anyone that he let me suck his dick.

"You didn't let me suck your dick! - I'm sucking it because I wanted to and I'll suck it whenever the fuck I feel like it bitch!" I said in a tone that scared me a little bit.

I was really pissed and if he told me to suck faster, I'd suck slower. If he told me to go down further on his cock, I'd back off. When I seemed to be ignoring his warnings that he was close to cumming, I sucked harder. By the time that "I'm getting close" turned into "I'm about to cum!" Shane was trying to pull his dick out of my mouth, but I would let him.

"Fucking stop asshole or I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Shane shouted as he tried to pull my head off of his cock.

"Oh shit! - Here it comes dude! - I'm gonna cum! - Oh fuck, I'm cumming! - I'm cumming in your mouth man!" Shane hissed as he fed me about a 1/2 a teaspoon of his salty seman. I don't remeber swallowing it, but it just sort of mixed with my saliva as I sucked him through his orgasm and the cum just found it's own way down my throat.

"What the fuck man! - You just drank my load!" Shane said.

"So what? - What's it to you? - I'm gonna do it again the next time you come over so you can either get used to it or stop coming over." I said.

"Well fuck dude! - Why do you sound so angry?" He said.

That was a good question and I really didn't know why I was angry. I suspect that I was still feeling resentful for being ignored for a few days after we had beat off together. I didn't tell Shane that, but he sure didn't make things better by telling me that he wasn't gay just because a guy sucked his dick. I tried to say that it didn't mean that I was gay just because I sucked a guys dick and drank his load, but I couldn't keep a straight face and busted up laughing. And just like that I had come out to Shane even though that wasn't my intention.

For a few weeks, Travis and Shane were my steady jack-off buddies and there was still 5 days left in the week that needed to be filled and over the course of a month, I added James, Darrin,
Eddie, Preston, and Todd to my list of jack-off buddies. I even facilitated a special 3-way meet beating meeting between me, Shane, and Eddie since they were both light cummers and loved to get sucked off all of the way. It was a chore that no girls were willing to do, yet it was something that I eventually came to like and even needed sometimes.

Preston was something else out of all of my jack-off buddies. He would suck on my dick but only if he had a piece of platic wrap handy to cover my cock when I was ready to shoot. I didn't mind and it still felt awesome to shoot off in his mouth even if my creamy ranch wasn't really going into his mouth. However, Preston was the one that unleashed the genie from the bottle by finger fucking me as he sucked on my cock. At first it was just half of his pointer finger and then the whole thing. He would twist his finger back and forth about 90-degrees as he ran it in and out of my ass until I couldn't keep my cum in my balls any longer. Before long he would insert two fingers and once I got used to the invasion, he would twist two fingers while he finger fucked
me. One day while I was sucking Preston's 6-1/2 cock he told me to stop and of course I was worried and asked why.

"Because I'm gonna fuck you instead!" Preston said.

Preston was a big ass, corn fed, shit-kicking red neck and he had no problem man handeling me and flipping me over onto my back like I was a 5lb sack of sugar. He pushed my legs so far back over me head that while he was jackhammering his cock in and out of my ass, I could feel my feet
banging against the side of my head.

"Take it you little queer! - Yeah, you like getting fucked, don't ya fag-boy?" Preston would say through clinched teeth as he pile-drived my butthole.

I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one that was taking Preston's cock up the ass because of how rehersed his dirty talk sounded as he fucked me silly. He referred to cumming up my ass as making me slippery inside and would level a barrage of profanity at me while he fucked me and I loved every second and every syllable.

Fagot, queer, cocksucker, boy-bitch, salad tosser were among his favorite words to apply to me while he was fucking me or while I was riding his cock or while he was cumming in my mouth.

James didn't stay with the program too long because like Shane did that first time, James went through a guilt trip after each and every time we faged-off together and he would always sware that it was the last time. However, that never seemed to work out as he planned and eventually I made the choice for him. But it was Darrin who would change everything by not hissing obsenities in my ear as he fucked me like Shane, Preston, and Eddie did. Darrin was gentle and instead of man handling me like Preston, or biting and pulling my hair like Eddie, Darrin would whisper in my ear and plant little kisses all over my neck as he slid his dick in and out of me at a steady pace.

"Oh you feel so warm inside. - You're gonna make me shoot off in there, aren't you." He said.

I had fallen madly in love with Darrin in fairly short order, but what made Darrin different from all of the others was that he was so gentle and caring. He would whisper the most beautiful things into my ear while he was cumming. However, Darrin was also the only one that had a steady girlfriend that he'd been with since our freshman year. I could never stand by and watch him kissing Sarah or even holding her hand for that matter. Seeing that would always bring tears to my eyes that could not be stopped unless I turned my sadness into anger. This was the price that I paid for loving Darrin and if I had to hate him for 4 days so that I could earn our Friday, it was worth it. I had ended it with the other once I fell in love with Darrin because I felt unfaithful to do these things with anyone but him. One day I guess Darrin got caught up in the moment and he kissed me for the first time. First with just a gentle pressing together of our lips, but then he grabbed onto the side of my face and I felt his tongue press gently against my lips and I just let him in. When his tongue plunged into my mouth, I felt like I was falling and I didn't care. When Darrin noticed the tears pooling on my eyes, he scolded me for misreading his intentions.

"You've got to knock that off man! - How many times do I have to expalin this to you? - It's never going to be that way! - I wish that it could be, but it can't. - I wish you were a girl because if you were, I would love you forever." Darrin said.

I didn't feel bad about the scolding because Darrin was right! - He'd told me this at least a dozen times, yet somehow I would always let hope override reality. I would foolishly allow myself to entertain the thought that maybe Darrin was starting to fall in love with me. Yet
when I did get scolded I would alawys direct any anger towards myself and rightfully so. I'd have to be an idiot to actually beleive that someone as beautiful as Darrin could ever truely love a little fagot like me. There were times when I felt as if I wasn't even worthy of living much less worthy of the way that it felt to be in love with Darrin. I had also foolishly not prepared myself for the end and before I new it, June had arrived and highschool was over.
Just like that, Darrin was gone from my life and I would not see nor speak to him for more than five years until we ran into each other in downtown Minneapolis. It was amazing because neither
of us had even been to Minneapolis before that day and it was 1,500 miles away from California.

I was standing in a crowded Starbucks waiting for my double mocha when a girl called out an order for Darrin. I would always smile and think of him at the sound of his name or even if I just happened to meet someone named Darrin. She had called his name like 4 times already and on the fith time I heard a voice among all of the other noise;

"Yeah, yeah! Keep your shirt on! - I'm coming!" He said and I didn't have to turn around a check to see the source. I knew who was going to be standing there when I turned around. Although we were both 23-years old by then, Darrin's eyes flew open wide the second that I turned around. We had only a matter of minutes to talk because Darrin was on his way to a meeting and so was I, but we agreed to have dinner that night in St.Paul where his hotel was. We talked over dinner and eventually we ran out of work related topics and got around to the subject of life. Darrin and Sarah had married 2 years ago and they had a nice home in Codo De Caza which is an exclusive community in the heart of the OC back in California. I was still up north and could never find the courage to leave the bay area after graduating from Berkley. Darrin went on and on about how happy he was with Sarah and the house that her dad had bought them as a wedding gift.

"After we're done eating I'll show you my house. I've got some pictures up in my room." He said.

Now I wasn't the love sick kid that I was back in high school, so I wasn't about to think that Darrin was inviting my up to his hotel room to do anything other then to show me pictures of his happy little home with his faithful little wife. However, as usual I was wrong and within a matter of minutes, Darrin had me but-ass naked on the bed with his dick buried balls deep in my ass. Nothing had changed and he was just as gentle as he was in the fond memories that I had of those days way back when. He kept whispering in my ear while he was fucking me about how fate had to play a part in us meeting up so far away from home.

"Over the years I have found myself thinking about fucking you and wondering where you were and if maybe you were thinking of me at that very same moment." Darrin said.

I wanted to get up and leave right then and there, but that wasn't about to happen. It was too late for that. The moment that I felt his dick sliding inside of me, I was in love again and that's not saying much because I had never stopped loving him. We had fucked ourselves to sleep and in the morning, we had less than 20 minutes to talk before Darrin had to check out and catch a cab to the airport. He gave me his number and I gave him mine, but once we got back home, it seemed like one was waiting for the other to call and neither happened. About 5 years down the road I found that piece of paper with Darrin's home phone number on it and after weeks of stewing over it, I picked up the phone and got their answering machine.

"Hello! This is Darrin" he said. "And this is Sarah." she said. "And this is Jessica." A little girls voice said. "We're not home so leave a message." All three said together. I hung up before the beep and then tossed the piece of paper in the trash. I needed to be done with this once and for all. I couldn't take it anymore and it was hearing the happy little family on the answering machine that did it. I had never fallen in love again after Darrin and I had been drifting through life over the decade that had passed since we graduated from high school. However, fate
or destany or devine intervention or something was hell bent because exactly 10 years to the day that I ran into Darrin in Minneapolis, I was in Las Vegas for a little weekend getaway when I heard another page for Darrin come over the loudspeaker at the valet parking at my hotel.

"Darrin - Your car is pulling up!"

followed by

"Darrin - your car is ready in valet."

followed by

"Last call for Darrin."

followed by a distant voice.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on"

I swear to God I was hoping that if I just stood still that maybe he wouldn't see me and just get into his car and drive away. I was a God Damn 33-year old grown ass man by then and I didn't have the strength to go through anymore bullshit. I saw him walking towards his car and he looked good as if he would somehow have stopped being the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen in my entire life. He was almost in the fucking car when that God Damn loudspeaker went off again.

"Lucas - Your car is pulling up!"

followed by

"Lucas - You car is ready in valet."

Darrin stopped dead in his tracks and scanned the crowd of people waiting for their cars to pull up and he spotted me right away. He smiled and ran towards me pushing people out of his way in the process. That was it, one little hug and a kiss on the cheek and I was right back to were I was in that Satrbucks 10 years ago. Darrin tossed his keys back the the valet and told him to park it.

"And park his car too!" He told the guy.

And just like that Darrin and I were walking back up to his hotel room and another night of serious fucking and sucking ensued. However, there would be no goodbye's this time. Darrin's marriage had been over for a few years and he sealed my fate with a simple question.

"Do you think that you could ever love me again?" He asked.

Except this time it was Darrin who had tears pooling up in his eyes. He said that he has always felt guilty for hurting me and for not having the courage to live his life on his terms the way that that I lived mine. Now another 10 years has gone by and Darrin has been there for every second of it. We're both 43-years old now and we've spent everyday of the passed 10 years together. So much has happened since then, but I'll have to get into that some other time. It's midnight and Darrin and I are getting married tomorrow. We have to do quick just incase this law passes in California on Tuesday that will make gay marriage illegal.

End Part One