From: Underboy@brief.net
Subject: NEW!! The Guy on the Bus
Date: Mon, 12 May 1997 19:06:21 GMT

(If you are offended by gay, male sex, please do not read this story.)

The Guy on the Bus (Part 5) Darren's Date  (Please post comments)

by Underboy

The heavy rain poured through the night sky as Darren arrived at his apartment in Seattle after his
flight back from L.A.  The handsome, blonde jock was tired and weary after the day he had spent with
Richard and Al.  The memories of the intense sexual marathon were fresh in his head since he had
relived them continuously on the plane.  As he put down his bag to reach for his keys, he felt the
soreness in his ass from his devirinizing experience with the two male nymphs and thought how could
he have capitulated to their demands. He smiled and laughed to himself when he realized how wild he
got and how good it felt when they pinned him down until he said uncle.
"Oh, well. So I got fucked.", He thought to himself.

He opened the door to his modern-style apartment and threw his bag to the floor before he grabbed a
beer from the fridge and started to undress and listen to his messages.  He heard the tapping sounds
of the falling rain outside as he unbuttoned his shirt.  As he pulled it off he exposed his broad,
defined chest while the messages wound back. The first message was from his mother who asked him if
how he was doing and reminded him about his sister's wedding next month.

"Here comes another divorce," Darren commented to himself.

He took off his shoes and socks as he listened to his friend Jeff ask if he could borrow his Armani
jacket for a date with his new friend, Bruce.

"Fat chance Jeff, buddy. You're going to need my than my jacket to help you with Bruce."

Darren skipped over Jeff's rambling message and unzipped his Dockers revealing the white waistband
of his Jockey briefs.  The next message was from Kelly, a classmate, who has a crush on Darren and
asked if they could "study" together for the history midterm this week.

"Sorry, Kelly. I don't do sushi," he remarked skipping on to the next message as his pants fell to
the floor while he stepped out in his sexy white briefs. He plopped onto his black leather couch and
sipped the beer as the next message played.

"Hi Darren this is Justin..." Darren's eyes suddenly widened as he sprang up from the couch and
leaped to the answering machine.
"Oh, shit!" he said as he listened intently to the sexy voice.
"...We met at Clark and Stewart's party last month. I was really buzzed but I liked talking to you.
I hope you don't mind me calling you. Stewart gave me your number. I was just wondering if you would
like to get together this week and, I don't know, have coffee or see a movie..."
"Hell, yes! I've been after you forever you stud!" Darren said over the voice.
"Well, let me know if you if you're interested. I'm available. I mean I'm home. My number is ..."
Darren fumbled frantically for a pen and quickly jotted down Justin's number and listened to the end
of the message.
"Anyway, call me if you'd like to get together and...we'll do something."
The message ended and the robotic voice noted that the message was received on Saturday evening.
Darren was already hard in his underwear. He was interested in Justin ever since he saw him on
campus last semester.  He was quite satisfied just having met and talked to him at the party and
sensed there was something more to the playful flirtation.  But the fact that Justin had a boyfriend
stopped Darren in his tracks.  Although Darren was a freak for sex, he was not the type to break up
a relationship or date someone who was spoken for.  He wondered why Justin had called him now and
quickly tried to find the answer.

Darren grabbed the phone and immediately dialed the number.  As he waited for an answer, he talked
to himself.

"I can't believe this. Justin calling me? He's a god!"

"Hello," A deep, manly voice answered. It was him.  Justin was an absolute knockout of a man. He
looked like he just dropped out of a Hilfiger underwear ad from GQ magazine. He stood about six feet
tall with a lean yet muscular build.  His tan face had the classic high cheek bones of an Italian
model with a straight nose and thin lips.  His deep brown eyes sparkled as his long lashes fluttered
in the cool night air. He had short, jet black hair with wisps falling randomly onto his forehead.

"Justin? This is Darren."

"Hey, Darren. How's it going? Thanks for calling back. So, what are you up to?"

Justin smiled and quickly shut off the television.  He sat back in his recliner wearing a green
sweater and faded 501 jeans. He put his bare feet on the coffee table and engaged Darren in a
flirtatious dialogue.  Darren began traipsing around the living room drinking his beer while his
rock hard prick bounced inside his tight Jockeys.  His shapely, round ass filled the underwear
perfectly as his tight cheeks flexed with each step.

"I just got back in from visiting some friends in L.A. and I'm just winding down for the evening."
He rubbed his balls above the cotton fabric.

"L.A., eh? I haven't been out there in a while. Did you have a good time?"

"Put it this way, I'm still in pain. But I won't bore you with the details."
Darren chuckled as he sat back on the couch and worked his stiff muscle from above his soft Jockeys.

"I'm sure I wouldn't be bored..."  Justin smiled as he imagined what Darren meant by the pain. He
rested the phone against his ear while he sipped from his glass of wine. He also began to get
excited and rubbed his blood filling tool beneath his jeans.

"I was really surprised when I heard your message. I don't mean to get personal, but weren't you
with--"

"Everett? Yeah, we broke up a few weeks ago. It just didn't work out, you know."

"Sorry to hear that." Darren smiled and reached into his bulging briefs and pulled out his thick
cock as he salivated at Justin's misfortune.

"I'm not." Justin barked as he undid the button fly of his jeans revealing the blue plaid pattern of
his boxer shorts.

"Neither am I" Darren said under his breath while he stroked himself. "You two seemed so cozy
together. What happened, if you don't mind me asking."

"Well, he was really into his work, being a photographer and all. He got this offer to work in New
York for a new magazine shooting supermodels or something.  He wanted me to just pick up and leave
with him. But it was the middle of the semester and I still have two years left before I graduate.
That would have been a huge move. I couldn't just leave, and he couldn't stay."

Justin reached into his boxers and grabbed his sensitive ballsack, massaging it gently.

"That's too bad. Any chance of getting back together?" Darren asked pretending to be sympathetic
while his jerking motion grew more intense. 

"Not really. Obviously I wasn't his priority. We were only together for a couple of months and, just
between us, I liked Everett but I wasn't in love with him. We were more like friends than lovers."

Justin pulled down his Levis to his thighs and whipped out his huge dick.  It was fully erect at
nearly 8 inches in length with a thick shaft which made it seem enormous. He began to slide his hand
up and down the rigid pole.

"So, now you're on the rebound? And I'm the ball boy?" Darren chuckled as he spread his legs and
jerked himself with both hands at a frantic pace.

"Not exactly. I really liked meeting you at the party and you seemed like a nice guy. If I wasn't
with Everett, I probably would've asked for your number or something."

Justin pumped his hardened mass harder as the conversation became more saucy.

"Something? Like what?" Darren said as he reached for his balls and jacked himself harder.

"I don't know. I probably would have invited you to my home and seduced you."
Justin pulled his solid member through the fly of his shorts and ripped off his sweater revealing
his ripped abs and firm pecs.

Darren relished the thought as his thick, hardened cock protruded from his tight briefs into the air
as he pounded it hungrily.  He retorted with the next volley.
"Oh, I'm not that easy. You'd have to work harder than that."

Justin grew incredibly excited and aroused by this erotic conversation.  He tried not to shake his
voice as he jacked his purple spear.

"Okay, then. I would have gotten you drunk on wine, doped on pot, and then tied you up. Then I would
have ripped off your clothes and have my way with you. Then I would wait until you were sober and
have my way with you again."

Darren neared his peak as he repeated his jacking more tenaciously but struggled to perpetuate the
dialogue.

"Wait. What kind of wine?"

Justin also neared his climax as he capped the conversation with a steamy repartee.
"A fruity white Zinfandel. How's that?"

"I'm there. You have all the right moves, guy." 

 Justin's line sent Darren over the edge as his body tensed and he shot stream after stream of his
hot load all over his flat stomach and upon his white Jockeys.  Justin too could not hold back as he
came almost simultaneously with Darren, shooting his warm white cream onto his chest and boxers.

Both men paused after their shared long distance orgasm. Now, the thought of getting together was
quite arousing and it had to be soon.

"So do you want to get together?" Justin asked with his cum spilling over his body and drenching his
boxers.

"I'd love to. What are you doing tonight?" Darren replied in his cum soaked Jockeys.

"Tonight? Nothing, really. I'm just sitting here having a glass of wine."

"White Zinfandel? Why don't we go to the Belltown Billiards. They play jazz on Sunday nights. Then
afterward you can tie me up and have your way with me." Darren joked as he pulled down his wet
briefs and used them to clean himself up.

"That sounds excellent. I love jazz. But all kidding aside, Darren. I have to tell you, I'm not
really the type to just hop in the sack and that's the end of it.  It has to mean something for me.
I just want you to know how I feel."

"Justin, don't worry. I feel the same way." Darren nearly bit his tongue. "The way I see it, it's
just a casual date with a very handsome and sexy guy. And you'll be there too."

"Touche. I'll pick you up in half an hour."

"I'll be here waiting."

Both men lay back and rested for a moment.  Each thought that if it was that good on the phone, how
good could it be in person?


NOTE: This latest edition is a slight departure from previous segments with more romance. Please
post your comments. If you are offended by gay, male encounters, please do not read this story.

The Guy on the Bus - Part 6- Darren's Prelude to a Kiss

By Underboy

Darren, the cute blonde jock, spoke on the cordless with his best friend Richard in Los Angeles
discussing his anxiety due to his upcoming interlude with Justin, the staggeringly handsome
acquaintance who called him for a date.  He splashed on some Drakkar cologne as he fixed himself up
in front of the mirror.

"Dude, you cannot believe how incredibly gorgeous this guy is. I mean, were talking model material
for GQ, Details, Vanity Fair! And he wants to go out with me." Darren exclaimed.
"Maybe he thought you were someone else." Richard joked.
"Thanks for the support, Rich. I'm a little nervous. I haven't gone out on a date date in a while."
"No, Darren. You just have fuck fucks. Don't worry. Just relax and be yourself. Check that, don't be
yourself. Just have fun."
"I hope this goes well. I've wanted to meet this guy ever since I laid eyes on him last semester. I
think if we hit it off, I might be ready for something, you know, long term."
"You mean more than 2 days?"
"Rich, you're not helping."
"C'mon, D. For you long term is cumming more than twice with a guy in one night!"
"I want Justin to like me."
"Look, just be your wonderful, charming self. That's how you got me, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. But we were at a bath house. Or was it a bus? Just kidding. Speaking of buses, it seems
like you and Al really like each other."
"Yeah, Al's really great. He's here with me now. We just got done fucking each other's brains out."
"Again? You two are like rabbits. Only gay."
Darren's conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
"Shit! That's him. Wish me luck."
"Good fuck!"

Darren hung up the phone with Richard and headed for the front door. He had one last look in the
mirror and straightened himself out. He took a deep breath and opened the door.  Justin looked more
stunning than Darren had remembered as he stood in the doorway smiling and presenting a bottle of
wine.
"Take a guess." Justin began.
"White Zinfandel", Darren responded. "Thanks. Come in."
Justin entered wearing a loose fitting, blue peasant shirt and casual beige slacks. He was impressed
by Darren's modern decor.
"Nice place. Who does your decorating, Darren?"
"Martha. But I had to let her go. She was getting too commercial. Why don't we open this now and
have a glass on the terrace before we hit the Belltown Billiards?" Darren suggested.
"Sounds good. How about a corkscrew?" Justin asked.
"Later, but first open that bottle of wine. Oh, you meant a c-o-r-k-screw." Darren joked as he went
for the opener and two glasses.
"Cute and funny." Justin noted.
Darren handed Justin the corkscrew as they walked onto the terrace in the cool night air.  It had
just finished raining and the skyline was clear and the lights shimmered.
"Are you sure you know how to handle one of those? It's a pretty dangerous piece of equipment."
"Please, Darren. I've done it a million times. You just stick it in and screw until it comes out.
How hard can it get?"
"You tell me." Darren quipped as the cork popped off and Justin poured the wine.
"Later."Justin retorted. "How about a toast? You do the honors."
"Why not? Here's to White Zinfandel and rope."
"Cheers." Justin said as they clinked and drank.
"So, you think I'm cute?" Darren asked with a smile.
"Well, yeah, for a jock. And you seem to have brain which is always a plus."
"Thank you, I think."
"How about a little libation before we go?" 
Justin pulled out a healthy joint from his pocket.
"Ahh, so you are trying to seduce me. Spark it up, dude." Darren said in a surfer voice as Justin
lit up the doobie.
They both took turns hitting the joint as the distinct scent penetrated the night air.
"How about a shotgun?" Darren asked.
"Is that different from a corkscrew." 
"Kind of but it's less painful. Here let me show you."

Darren took the joint and put the lit side inside his mouth and closed his lips. He signaled Justin
to put his lips close to his. As their lips nearly met they shared a brief glance before Darren blew
into the joint sending a steady, thick stream of smoke directly into Justin's mouth. Justin took it
all in, barely able to hold it before he began to choke and release the hit. His eyes were ablaze
and his head was light as the smoke lingered around his head.
"How was that? Did you get a buzz?" Darren asked.
"My name is Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht."
Darren laughed at Justin's incoherent response.
"Oh, shit. Let me try that on you." Justin proposed.
He took the joint and carefully put it in his mouth. He put his hand on Darren's neck and pulled him
close to his lips. He blew the white stream into Darren's mouth as he inhaled the monster hit.
Darren held it in as long as he could before Justin began to tickle and poke his sides, after which
he released the white smoke. They both laughed as the effects of the pot and wine seized their
inhibitions. The shotgun hit set them at ease and put them into a mood of mutual desire.  The two
men paused and stared at each other for a moment as the cool breeze wafted gently through their
hair.
"Do you like Woody Allen?" Justin asked.
"Yeah, why?"
Justin slowly leaned toward Darren and kissed him gently yet deliberately on his lips then pulled
away.
" `The first kiss is always awkward and I like to get it out of the way.' " Justin said. 
"So you don't get nauseous about it during dinner? Annie Hall, right? But that wasn't awkward at
all." said a surprised Darren.
"I know." Justin replied.
Justin and Darren were locked in a gaze filled romantic energy and excitement.  Darren smiled and
raised his glass of wine.
"Here's to the second kiss. And the third, and the fourth..."
The two clinked again laughing as they downed their wine.
"I guess we better get to the club. We're both pretty buzzed. I'll call a cab." Darren said as he
and Justin's back went inside.
Justin sat on the couch flipping through the latest issue of OUT as Darren called for a cab.
"Five minutes? Perfect. We'll be waiting in front." he said as he hung up the phone.
Darren poured the last drops of wine in their glasses and sat down beside Justin.
"So, what can we do in five minutes?" Justin asked.
Darren looked into Justin's sparkling eyes and smiled.
"How about this?" 

Darren extended his hand to Justin's cheek and slowly leaned toward him and engaged him in a
passionate kiss. The magazine dropped out of Justin's hands as he kissed Darren back. He softly
caressed Darren's face as the two shared an impassioned union.  The mixture of the wine and
marijuana relaxed any uneasiness between these handsome men and allowed them to discover their
emerging emotions. Their new fondness lent enough significance to this tender osculation to preclude
the compulsion for plain sex.

Darren's thoughts raced through his mind as his lips pressed against Justin's.  He could not believe
he was together with this statuesque man with whom he had become infatuated at first glance. Besides
that he was also quite pleasant and easygoing.  He remembered telling his friend Richard earlier
that he was ready for someone to be part of his life beyond the length of a passing carnal
encounter.  He asked himself if he was being honest with himself and whether his basic sexual
desires no longer provided the substance he now craved and needed.  Then he realized how good he
felt being so close to Justin, the warmth of his face, the softness of his skin.  This simple yet
profound kiss afforded more meaning to Darren than any sex he had ever experienced.

Justin, having recently ended his relationship with Everett, was also ready to explore new
territory.  The dissatisfaction left by the abrupt departure of his ex-lover left him unfulfilled
and empty.  Was Darren someone with whom he could share more than just a physical attraction or a
lustful fantasy? Then again, this was after all just a date. Or was it?  He recalled his
conversation with Darren weeks ago at the party and remembered the unique connection he felt.  Had
it not been for his relationship clouding his perspective, might he have already been with Darren
all this time?  All he knew was that in the midst of this kiss, he felt very comfortable being close
to Darren.

In a single moment, both men resisted their common urge to fall into a purely physical and ravenous
interlude. There was something different about this encounter, a feeling, perhaps, which transcended
the mere lust and sex to which they had grown accustomed.  Amidst this mutual realization, they
slowly disengaged the subtle kiss and pulled apart looking into each other's eyes. Their musing gaze
into each other's eyes seemed to last forever as the effect of the kiss astonished them both.

"That was really nice. I don't think I ever kissed someone like that." Justin admitted.
"That's funny, I was just going to say the same thing." Darren agreed.

They both realized the silliness of their words and began to laugh.

"I don't know. I mean, I've kissed a million times before. Well, not a million. It just seemed
different. I guess it's kind of corny." Justin submitted.
"No. I don't think it's corny. It was a great kiss. Maybe we should do it again."  Darren suggested.

Darren and Justin leaned toward each other and kissed once more, this time more passionately.  They
held each other tightly, entranced in this warm embrace, as though this wonderful feeling would
somehow end any second but neither man would allow that. They were suddenly startled by the horn of
the cab as they jumped apart.

"We better go now." Darren said a bit frazzled.
"Yeah." Justin said.

The two men rushed downstairs and hopped into the cab as it whisked them away.
"Where to?" the Driver asked.
"The Belltown Billiards." Darren replied.
"The Billiards it is."

Darren and Justin sat quietly in their seat not knowing exactly what to say after their profound
kiss.  They were both overwhelmed not just by the kiss but all it entailed as a symbol of an
attraction as yet unknown. Justin broke the awkward silence.
"Do you know whose playing tonight?"He asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure. They have a jazz quartet or something that usually plays on Sundays. It's always
good."
"Really? I can't wait." He replied clumsily.

Again the silence returned.  Despite the quiet mood, they each felt incredibly positive about the
kiss and wanted to divulge their feelings about it. At the same time there was a trepidation about
the vulnerability they faced in sharing perceptions not mutual. They endured the ride until they
finally reached the Belltown Billiards.

Darren paid the driver and they stepped out of the cab.  They walked into the club and the mood was
festive as the quartet played a sassy version of "My favorite things."  The hostess sat them at a
cozy table in a private corner. They began to loosen up after they each ordered a glass of the
standard White Zinfandel.

"I hope this wine isn't going out of style. Maybe we should try a Chardonnay or a Port."  Justin
suggested.
"Naah. This is fine. Besides, it goes with the rope." Darren said as they laughed.

"Can I ask you something at the risk of making a complete fool of myself?" Justin ventured.
"Sure, go ahead." Darren approved.
"Back at your apartment just now, did something just happen between us?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"That wasn't just a kiss, was it?"
"No, there was a lot more there. I felt it, too."

Both Justin and Darren smiled and breathed a sigh of relief at being able to get beyond their fears
of exposing themselves without a safety net.  The die was cast and they were now able to talk.
Justin began the exchange.

"I'm so glad it wasn't just me. I felt so stupid. I told myself: It was just a kiss, wasn't it? It's
just that it felt so..."

"Natural? I know. I've never been the romantic type, but when we kissed, I felt safe with you. Like
everything was all right." Darren confessed.

"Is that okay with you? Are you all right with that?" Justin asked.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I don't know what "that" is. I know it feels good but I'm not sure what to
expect. How about you?" 

"When something clicks like it just did, people usually just go with it. You know?"

"Not really. I've never clicked with anyone. I mean really clicked. It's new for me."

"Do you want to give it a try? Just to see what happens? I think I do."

"You know when I first met you at the party, I asked myself if I could ever be with someone like
you. You're smart, together, absolutely gorgeous, and gay. I got the sense that you were someone who
would be totally committed to a relationship. Then I wondered if I could handle that. I've never had
a problem meeting guys--just keeping them. When I think about being with someone for a long time, I
get a little scared.  What if I get hurt? God, knows I've hurt enough men. Would I be able to endure
the same? I guess that's what's held me back."

"Maybe you just haven't met the right guy, Darren. It has to feel right for you to give in to your
fears. But it's not easy."

"Do you think if we go out again and things keep clicking, am I someone you could stay with? Because
I think I like you, Justin."

Justin reached for Darren's hand on the table and held it gently.

"I like you too, Darren. I've liked you ever since the party. And yes, I'd like to keep seeing you.
Why do you think I called you in the first place? I think you're gorgeous, too. But I also think you
have a lot to offer."

"Well, Justin. Let's give it a try."
"Okay. Here's to trying."
Justin raised his glass as did Darren.  They smiled and toasted to the excitement and uncertainty of
what was to come.

Darren and Justin thoroughly enjoyed the evening talking, drinking and listening to the melodious
Jazz music.  They laughed and joked and began to discover each other's subtle nuances. They were so
involved and concentrated on each other that they were oblivious to the world.  The time quickly
passed and the waiter had to tell them that the Belltown Billiards was closing for the night.  The
two left the table and went outside to hail a cab which snatched them up.  When they got in, Justin
held Darren's hand for the entire ride home.

The cab dropped them off and Justin walked Darren back to his apartment.  They went inside and
Darren turned on the lights.  Justin turned to Darren and kissed him once more as they embraced each
other tightly.  Again the kiss was good as the closeness cemented their newly forming bond.  Still
holding each other, they disengaged the kiss but could still feel their breath fall upon their lips.

"I had an incredible time, Darren."
"So did I. I'm so glad you called me tonight."

They kissed again and began to feel their young bodies press together, but before the interlude took
the familiar route, they stopped themselves in a mutual decision and slowly separated.

"I want so much to be with you, Darren. But tonight was so wonderful and so perfect that I feel
completely satisfied right now." Justin confessed.

"Normally, I would already have ripped your clothes off by now and we'd be tearing away the sheets
in my bed, but I feel exactly the same way as you. I don't think I've ever had this good a time. If
what we shared tonight says anything about how things can be with us, I can wait as long as it takes
to be with you, Justin."

"I guess I had better go home." Justin said somewhat reluctantly.
"Yeah, I know."

Justin opened the door and started to let himself out before they lunged at each other for one last
kiss.  They quickly pressed their faces tightly together and shared the sweet taste of their warm
lips until they pulled apart.

"I better go before I change my mind." Justin uttered.
"Or before I drag you back inside." Darren threatened.
"Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Justin."

With that the door closed and Darren leaned back against it rejoicing in the tumultuous emotions he
felt toward Justin. On the other side, Justin wanted so much to go back inside but knew that the
wait for their next encounter would give them so much to look forward to. Darren looked out the
window to see Justin entering his car.  Justin looked at Darren from below and waved excitedly
before he got in and drove away on the shiny, wet street.

Darren and Justin were both left not only with a deep desire to see each other again, but an
excitement never before felt.  They also felt a confidence that the next time they saw each other
would be even better.


The Guy on the Bus - Part 7 -Darren's Dream

by Underboy

NOTE: If you are offended by gay, male sex and relations, please do not 
read this story.

The bed shook and undulated violently in the darkened room as Darren 
found himself on his hands and knees and in sheer pain. He gripped the 
sheets tightly to brace himself with his tensing hands as he tried to 
maintain his position.  He saw drops of his sweat fall upon the white 
linens while he felt his body being thrust forward harshly and 
repeatedly from some force behind him.  With his body shaking, he 
struggled to look back and noticed the deep impressions of his knees 
into the blankets. He then looked at his tightening thighs and observed 
another pair of thighs right behind his own covered in faded denim jeans, 
thrusting back and forth harshly against his body.

As he swung like a pendulum, he looked up and was surprised to see 
the reddened face of Justin towering above him, angrily clenching 
his teeth and wincing his face, as he held onto his buttcheeks and 
thrusted into him repeatedly with the voracity of a jackhammer.  
Darren fought to move his body but could not. He had no control 
as he was locked in this vulnerable position and was at the mercy 
of Justin's will.  Justin was fully clothed and Darren was stark 
naked as he found himself being painfully fucked in the ass.  
Justin's fingers gouged deeply into Darren's cheeks until blood 
poured down his legs and onto the white sheets.  Justin's cock 
felt like a thick, serrated spear ripping his insides into ragged 
meat.   Justin's head flung back and his hair flailed wildly as 
he pummeled Darren endlessly and without remorse until he reached 
his orgasm, spewing streams of hot lava upon his back as he 
screamed out in ecstasy with a loud, piercing voice.

The blaring sound of thunder woke Darren from his intense dream 
as he shot up in utter confusion.  The sheets quickly fell down 
his smooth, defined torso as beads of sweat poured from his brow.  
Realizing he was dreaming, he breathed a sigh of relief and held 
his head in dismay. His return to reality allowed him to ponder his 
strange fantasy."What was that about?" Darren thought to himself 
as he turned on a lamp and looked at the time. It was four thirty-nine.
He threw off the blankets and sat at the edge of the bed wearing 
only a pair of black boxers with tiny white dots. He rubbed his face 
in the palms of his hands and got up for some water in the kitchen.

He turned on the tap and filled the glass as he heard the intense 
rain fall outside.  He took a drink and then contemplated the unsettling 
dream.  He was so excited and enthralled about his time with Justin 
the night before.  How could he have such a negative vision of him? 
Why was the sex so hostile and painful? He really liked Justin and 
could not understand why his dream was so violent and graphic.  Perhaps 
it was because of his earlier experience with Richard and Al where 
he reluctantly lost his virginity.  But that sex was enjoyable. This 
dream was not.  Maybe it was his flippant attitude toward casual sex 
which haunted his subconscious moral turpitude. Darren racked his brain 
for answers but he found none and finally went back to bed.

The deluge of rain was pleasantly interrupted with a respite of the 
sun's glow. Slivers of sunlight shined through the cracks in the blinds 
and fell upon Darren's sleeping body. The warm, orange stripes fell 
upon his smooth back and round shoulders and poured through his 
blonde hair.  The phone rang and woke Darren from his slumber.  
He opened his eyes and winced as the bright light penetrated his 
blue pupils.  He fumbled for the phone which fell off the nightstand 
before he picked it up.
"Hello." he said in a groggy voice.
"Darren?" asked the voice on the other end. It was Justin.
Darren was unsettled by the interruption of his slumber and sat up 
in bed as he was instantly reminded of his vivid dream.
"Hey, Justin." he answered.
"Sounds like I woke you up. Sorry. I thought you'd be up by now."
"That's okay. I have to get up anyway. I have class at noon."
"I just got back from class. English. I just called to tell you--I had a 
great time last night. Really great."
"Yeah? Me, too." Darren smiled.
"I was just wondering. When can I see you again? How about tonight?" 
Justin asked eagerly.
"Uhm, tonight's bad. I have a math midterm I have to study for." 
Darren spoiled. 
"How about tomorrow night?" Justin suggested.
"Tomorrow's no good. I have a film class at night. Maybe Wednesday?" 
Darren offered. "No, wait. Wednesday and Thursday are out. I have 
tutoring."
"I'm free on Friday." Justin proposed.
"Friday sounds good." Darren finally agreed.
"How about dinner or a movie. Or we can just hang out." Justin said.
"Let's play it by ear. I just remembered, I had a dream about you last 
night." Darren said.
"Really? What happened?"
"I dreamed you fucked me in the ass like a jackhammer." Darren thought 
to himself. Then he spoke.
"I'll have to tell you about it later. It was kinda' weird."
"Whatever you say.  I'm looking forward to seeing you, Darren. I hope 
I can hold out `til Friday. I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. 
The incredible time we had-- I think we're really going to click together." Justin said.
Darren paused for a moment of uncertainty.
"Yeah, I know. Look, I gotta get ready for class. I'll call you, okay?" 
He said hastily.
"Okay, Darren. Talk to you soon."
Darren hung up the phone leaving Justin with a strange feeling.  Darren 
stared at the phone for a moment and then collected himself as he got 
ready for class.

The week passed and Darren had not returned any of Justin's calls. 
Darren's strange dream repeated every night of the week leaving him 
feeling very insecure. It was Friday afternoon and the two had not 
committed to any firm plans about going out. Taking matters into his 
own hands, Justin decided to pay Darren a visit. He knocked on the door 
and a surprised Darren answered.
"Justin. Hi. Uh, I thought we were getting together later on."
"Were we? I wasn't sure. You didn't return any of my calls and I was 
wondering what was going on, Darren."
"Hey, I'm sorry. This has been a hellacious week and I have had no 
time for anything. Really. But we're still on for tonight, right?" 
Darren said defensively.
"I don't know. You say that like everything's okay. But it's not. 
I know when I'm being avoided and it bugs the hell out of me, Darren"
"Avoided?"
"Like the plague. I don't understand. I thought we hit it off. 
I thought we were going pursue this thing with us. Last Sunday we 
both knew something happened between us and we both felt very good 
about it. And now it's like you don't want to see me or talk to me. 
What's with you, Darren? I thought you liked me."
"Look, Justin. You misunderstand. I still like you and I do want to see you. Things will happen when
they happen. That's all." Darren justified.
"Oh, I get it." Justin resigned himself.
"What do you mean, you get it? What's to get?" He asked.
"You know, I thought you were different, Darren. I thought you were 
ready to at least try something new. But it's the same old thing. You 
don't know what the hell you want and I'm not holding my breath to find 
out. I'm just glad I didn't go to bed with you and make a bigger ass 
of myself. See you, Darren."
Justin headed for the door until Darren held his arm and stopped him.
"Justin, wait." Darren blurted.
"What?"
"You're right. It guess it seems like I don't know what I want, 
but I do. I want you."
"Then why all the drama? Why couldn't you just call me back?" 
Justin questioned.
"I don't know. Ever since Sunday, I've felt really uneasy. And I'm 
not sure why. I felt so good with you that night. Like I wanted you 
to hold me forever. Then I had this really bad dream. And it repeated 
all week."
Justin led Darren to the couch and they sat down together.
"Tell me about the dream, Darren." Justin queried.
"I don't know. It's kind of, well, embarrassing." Darren hesitated.
"Look, if this dream has something to do with your avoiding me, 
I want to know. Besides, I'm a psychology major. I won't judge you. 
It's okay. Go ahead."
"Well, it starts out very dark and I'm on the bed and it's shaking 
like an earthquake. I can't move my body. I'm on my hand and knees and--" 
"And what?" Justin nudged.
"And I'm getting fucked. Hard. I mean real hard. The pain is unbearable. 
It feels like a construction ball is repeatedly pounding into my ass. 
But I can't move no matter how hard I try. It's like I just have to 
take it. Is this too much for you?"
"No, go ahead. It's okay." Justin reassured him.
"As my body is getting rocked I struggle to look back and then I see you."
"Me?" A surprised Justin asked.
"Yeah, you. You're the one whose fucking me. Which is strange because 
I'm usually the top. You're really mean in the dream. You have this angry, 
gnarly expression but you're smiling at the same time. Like you're enjoying the pain your inflicting
on me. Oh, and you have all of your clothes on and I'm completely naked."
"I have on all my clothes and your naked?" Justin was intrigued by the image.
"Yeah, and then you dig your fingers into my back and into my ass until the blood pours on the
sheets. And I still can't move. It feels like your fucking me with a knife or something. Then you
scream at the top of your lungs as you reach your climax and shoot scalding lava all over me. Then I
wake up in a cold sweat."
"Wow. That's some dream." Justin admitted.
"I knew you would think I was stupid. I shouldn't have told you." 
Darren turned away.
"No, no. Darren. I totally understand. Really."
"You do."
"Don't you see what your dream is about? You're afraid of me."
"Afraid of you?"
"Well, of what might happen between us. You're afraid that if you get 
involved with me you'll get hurt very badly."
"But why? I really like you."
"Your subconscious is telling you something else." 
"That I'm afraid of the pain I'll have if I keep seeing you?" 
Darren realized. "But why can't I move or get away?"
"The fact that you can't move in the dream symbolizes your 
vulnerability and lack of control. You said that your usually 
the top. And here you are getting fucked by me violently. It's 
the ultimate emasculation. You're afraid that you'll give up your 
own self identity and leave your feelings completely exposed."
"And why do you think you have all your clothes on while I'm 
completely naked?"
"You have this fear of humiliation and hurt if you allow your 
feelings to take hold. And then I cum in a painful way and the 
dream ends. It's like you think I'll get what I want and then 
leave you with nothing but your feelings for me."
"I never understood it like that. I guess you're right. But I 
feel so good about you, Justin."
"And that's why your dream is so natural."
"Natural?"
"Yes. You told me that you've never had a serious, long lasting 
relationship with another man. And along I come. For the first time 
in your life, you see the prospect of a real commitment and it scares 
you to death. But that's okay. It just shows me the kind of feelings 
you have toward me otherwise you wouldn't have this profound effect."
"I guess I understand it now. Hey, you're a regular Sigmund Fruit."
"Very funny. Look, Darren. I just want you to know that I really like 
you. I think we can have something very special together if that's 
what you want. But you have trust me. I would never hurt you." 
"I'm sorry I avoided you, Justin. I guess I am afraid but I feel very 
good about you, too, and I really want to see you."
"It's okay, Darren."

The two men hugged and held each other tightly in an embrace which 
symbolized a breakthrough for both of them. They had broken new ground 
and were starting to take root. They breathed a sigh of relief.

"I guess this is enough heaviness for one night." Darren noted.
"So, you're usually a top?" Justin smiled.
"Yeah, usually. How about you?" Darren smirked back.
"I'm always a top. I guess something has to give."
"How presumptuous of you, Justin. I never agreed to sleeping with you." 
Darren shot back playfully.
"And I never asked if you would." Justin retorted.
"Besides, if anyone was going to be the top it would be me. I have to 
find some way to release the hostility of these dreams. It would be 
therapeutic. As a psychology major you certainly have to agree."
"I think it would be more therapeutic for me to be the top to help 
you face your fears head on. Don't you think?"
"No. I guess we'll come on that bridge when we cross it."
 They both laughed.  
"So, are we still on for tonight?" Justin asked.
"Yeah. What if we just rent some videos, have some popcorn, and just 
stay here tonight?" Darren proposed excitedly.
"Great idea but you forgot the wine."
"White Zinfandel." They both said at the same time and laughed.
"Sounds like a perfect evening." Darren agreed as they kissed on the lips.


The Guy on the Bus - Part 8 - Justin & Darren Consumation

by Underboy

Darren and Justin arrived back at the apartment as they removed their 
jackets dampened by the rainy night. They returned from the video store 
and were ready for a quiet evening of popcorn and movies. They had rented 
"Maurice" and "Mission Impossible". They both had a thing for Tom Cruise 
and had discussed whether he was really gay with more hope than fact.  
They were both in a jovial and frisky mood as Justin nuked the popcorn 
and opened a bottle of wine. The cold and rainy night prompted Darren 
to light the fireplace. He dimmed the lights for a cozy ambiance and 
threw a comforter over the sofa for both of them to share.

"Which do you wanna see first?" Darren asked.
"How about "Mission?" Justin suggested as he sat down next to Darren.

As Justin set the popcorn and wine on the coffee table, Darren was 
reminded how handsome Justin really was. His sparkling brown eyes and 
long, fluttery lashes accented by his sharp, dark eyebrows denoted 
sincerity and openness. His reassuring smile featured straight, pearly 
white teeth enhanced by thin lips and boyish dimples. Across his 
forehead fell seductive wisps of his short, black hair, still damp 
from the rain.  Darren was particularly affected by sexy way Justin 
raised his single right eyebrow crowning his slim, tan face with utter 
allure and charm.
"Get comfortable, take off your shoes." Darren prodded as he pulled 
out a joint and lit it up.
"Why, Mr. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?" Justin quipped.
"Not yet." Darren retorted.
Justin untied the laces on his Sketchers and pulled off the shoes 
before he lifted up pantleg of his 501s and slipped off his white 
socks sensuously.
"Oooh. Sexy feet." Darren commented.
Justin sat back and propped his legs on Darren's lap as he massaged 
them gently.
"And smooth, too."
"Now you." Justin said.
Darren kicked off his Nikes and yanked off his white socks before 
setting his feet on Justin's legs.
"You have nice feet, too. Not even a blemish." Justin said as he stroked 
them softly.
"That feels good." Darren said as he took a big hit of the joint.
As Justin felt the soft hairs on Darren's ankles, he admired his natural 
manly beauty. His deep blue eyes were indeed a window to his soul as 
Justin saw a genuine person who longed to love and be loved. His slender 
face featured distinctive cheekones, a straight, angular nose, and a 
sexy cleft chin. His ruffled, blonde hair indicated his lack of concern 
with perfection and reminded Justin of his spontaneous and carefree spirit.

Darren became aroused as Justin's fingers stroked his soft skin and 
blonde hairs and wandered up his ankle into the pantleg of his Dockers. 
He blew out a cloud of smoke and felt the potent effect of the hit as 
he passed the joint to Justin who interrupted the foot massage. As 
Justin took the cigarette and inhaled deeply holding it as long as he 
could until he released a thick, white cloud.  His glossy eyes and wide 
smile indicated his relaxing buzz. Darren sat up and draped the thick 
comforter over them as the fire began to rage and the rain poured outside. 
They nuzzled closely together in this warm setting.
"Shall we begin?" Darren asked with the remote in his hand.
"Begin what?" Justin asked in a buzzed state.
"The video, silly." Darren bumped his shoulder.
"Oh, yeah." 
"Why, what were you thinking?" He asked.
"I don't know. We're just so cozy here. I thought we could get more 
comfortable."
"What did you have in mind?" Darren asked, knowing the answer.
"Do I have to come out and say it?" Justin said.
"Sex? You wanna have sex?" Darren said as Justin nodded. "I guess we 
could have sex but that might complicate things."
"Are you saying you don't want to have sex?" 
"No. I do. Believe me, I do. I'm just afraid of jumping into it too quick."
"Why? Is it the dream again?"
"I guess a little, but also because that's what I always do. Well, 
not always. I'm not a slut."
"You're a slut. Admit it." Justin joked.
"No, I'm not." Darren barked.
"You think that if you jump into bed with me it'll end up like your 
other experiences, right? Just another empty fuck."
"Right."
"But have you ever felt this way toward any other guy?"
"No."
"Then it won't be like the other times. On our first date, the night 
was so wonderful neither of us could have made it any better. But this 
is different. We both know how we feel towards each other and I think 
we're ready to express it. Let's give it a try."
"Okay." Darren agreed.
Justin leaned toward Darren and kissed him deeply on the lips as he 
softly caressed the back of his neck. He pulled back and looked at Darren.
"Was that like all the other times?" Justin asked.
"No. Not at all." Darren replied softly.

They kissed again more passionately and embraced each other tightly as 
their heads danced together. Darren's fingers gently combed through 
the silky strands of Justin's soft, black hair. Justin felt Darren's 
firm back over his clothing as his hands wandered intensely.  He 
slipped his hands beneath the Washington State sweatshirt Darren was 
wearing and could feel his smooth, warm skin above his muscular back 
as he stroked him fondly. An aroused Darren kissed Justin harder and 
removed the buttons on his flannel shirt one by one until he felt 
the smooth, lean muscles of his chest and subtle bumps of his nipples. 
Justin sighed while Darren probed each medallion sensuously and pinched 
gently. He pulled Justin's shirt from his pants and yanked it off his 
shoulders exposing his beautifully toned, bronze torso. Darren slid 
to Justin's neck and kissed it lightly while he felt the silky skin 
of his shoulders.  Justin lifted Darren's sweatshirt off over his 
head and flung it to the floor as he felt the perfect ripples of his 
abdomen and the firm muscles of his chest and broad shoulders. Justin 
pulled Darren to him and they felt the warmth and smoothness of each 
other's yearning bodies pressing together.

In the midst of this passionate foreplay, Darren could not believe 
the intensity of his sexual arousal.  He realized how much more 
meaningful this encounter was when his feelings for Justin were added 
to the mixture. The fact that he was now intimate with this most gorgeous 
man was enhanced by the inner emotions he felt toward Justin which were 
now growing exponentially. Each touch, each caress was infinitely 
significant and erotically profound. He began to understand what making 
love was compared to the mere sex of his life before this moment.

Justin could see Darren letting go of the fears which had limited 
him to this point. He felt the response of each sensuous action returned 
from Darren in a tender and delicate way.  As Justin took the time to 
show him the depth of making love Darren became less apprehensive about 
exposing his feelings in this bath of emotions. Justin knew that Darren 
was entering a new realm and could see the walls falling down all around 
him.

Darren loved the sensitive feel of Justin's fingers running along each 
smooth ripple of his back as they drifted to his waist and found their 
way just beneath his trousers. Justin stroked along the white waistband 
of Darren's Jockeys and felt the soft cotton of his briefs inside. Justin 
leaned Darren back along the couch as his hand slid to the front of his 
pants and felt the protruding bulge of his emerging erection. Darren 
moaned as he gently squeezed and fondled his quickly growing crotch over 
his trousers. The size and thickness of Darren's hardening protrusion 
astonished Justin as he could only imagine its size when fully erect. 
He slowly unbuckled Darren's belt and removed the button on his Dockers 
before he slowly pulled down the zipper and spread apart his fly exposing 
the stark whiteness of his tight-fitting Jockey briefs. The sight of the 
white briefs excited Justin as he slipped his hand inside Darren's pants 
and firmly caressed his solid member above the cotton fabric.
"Oohh, Justin." Darren whispered.
The touch of Justin's fingers upon his sensitive genitals drew a heavy 
sigh from Darren as he tried to control himself. Justin continued and 
tickled Darren's balls lightly and prompted another sighed when he found 
an arousing spot just behind them and between his legs.

Darren reciprocated as his fingers slid below Justin's faded 501s and 
felt the corrugated waistband of his boxer shorts which he found very 
exciting.  Darren's hand found his way to Justin's fly and felt that 
he was also bursting at the seams with an immense, hard bulge that 
rivaled his own. Justin moaned as Darren squeezed and fondled his 
ballooning crotch from above the soft, faded denim. Darren found 
Justin's burgeoning fly and removed the buttons revealing his sexy 
boxer shorts colored with brown, burgundy, green, and beige stripes. 
Aroused by Justin's cool boxers, he spread his fly apart and slipped 
his hand inside his pants and took hold of his hard, thick tool and 
grasped it firmly from above his shorts. Justin moaned in Darren's ear 
excitedly with the first touch of his gentle fingers fondling his erect 
penis. Darren was amazed at the length and thickness of Justin's hard 
cock as he measured it thoroughly in his hand. It was nearly nine inches 
long and two inches thick, he thought, almost the same size as his own. 
The two would make a fine set of bookends.

Justin knelt up and looked into Darren's sparkling eyes before kissing 
him deeply. He reached down and slid Darren's trousers down his muscular 
legs and off past his feet before he threw them to the floor leaving him 
wearing only the sexy white briefs clinging to his beautiful, round ass. 
Darren then sat up and slowly removed Justin's jeans. He pulled them 
down his shapely ass to his knees and then slipped them off his lean, 
tan legs fully exposing his trim, earthtoned boxers. Darren flung 
the faded jeans onto the floor and lay back on the couch below Justin. 
The two men lie together in their underwear, pressed together in sinuous 
motion as they continued to kiss and feel each other's incredible bodies
passionately.

Darren's hands discovered the perfectly round nodules of Justin's ass 
as he fondled each cheek fervently above the smooth fabric of his somber 
striped boxers. He felt Justin's hard, thick pole press against his 
hips as he gyrated erotically. Darren returned the motion by pushing 
his own hardened mass against Justin as their bodies wound in tandem. 
Justin was very excited by Darren in his tight Jockeys and kneaded 
his full, round ass intensely above the white fabric. Each man caressed 
and probed the firm muscles and soft skin of the other's finely sculpted 
body and took great delight in this moment of unbridled ecstasy.

Justin slid down to Darren's neck and kissed him sensuously as he 
continued down the path of his hard, athletic body. He stopped at 
each bulging pectoral muscle, massaging his nipples with his versatile 
tongue giving Darren considerable pleasure. Justin descended further 
and kissed the washboard ripples of Darren's trim stomach before tickling
his navel with the point of his tongue. He found his way to the white 
waistband of his briefs and could see the Jockey emblem sewn in gray letters. His chin felt the nub
of Darren's pulsing erection just below the soft cotton and ventured lower to feel the hardened tool
between his soft lips. He slowly mouthed the length of his long shaft dampening the white fabric of
his briefs with his saliva. Darren's thick, hard muscle felt enormous between Justin's lips as he
massaged it with his tongue.  He looked closely at the bulging outline of Darren's stiff prick and
was amazed by its overwhelming size. He placed his mouth back onto the long shaft and massaged it
gently with his lips. He reached Darren's large balls and felt them with his mouth above the white
cotton.


Justin then returned to the waistband and clenched it with his teeth, 
slowly peeling it off Darren's hard, fleshy erection, exposing the purple 
glory of his long spear which sprung forward. He pulled back the briefs 
from his entire crotch revealing Darren's round, pink balls which dangled 
below his blonde pubic nest. Justin took the immense pole into his hand 
and admired its statuesque beauty. He was in awe thinking it was a work 
of art: smooth, perfectly shaped, and wonderfully proportioned. He looked 
up at Darren.
"You have a beautiful cock, Darren." He said.
Justin swiped it once with his tongue across the head and then again 
along the thick shaft. Then at once, he engulfed the head into his mouth 
and began to service Darren's monster prick.  He struggled to take it 
into his mouth and started by sucking on the head with all of its 
sensitive points. Darren moaned and closed his eyes as Justin skillfully 
probed his dick head with his tongue and lips and then slid his mouth 
over the top of the rigid shaft. He undulated his mouth over the top 
half of Darren's rock hard manhood and began sliding up and down 
methodically, each time taking a bit more of the massive meat in.

Darren shivered with each pass and could feel his libido rising as 
Justin tickled his balls lightly. Justin's jaw muscles strained as 
he sucked the blood filled mass harder and deeper as Darren guided 
each move with his hand on his head. Justin then relaxed his throat 
and took the solid organ entirely into his salivating mouth with his 
lips pressing against Darren's pubic hair and balls. Darren was nearly 
at the edge of his climax as he felt his cock being massaged by Justin's 
throat muscles, but he maintained his control and enjoyed the deep, 
oral action. Darren relished Justin's deep throating action as time 
after time he sucked up and down the entire length of his thick, long 
shaft, massaging the head with the muscles of his throat.

Realizing that he was nearly sending Darren over the edge, Justin 
removed the fleshy cock from his mouth and began licking his 
blond-haired balls.  As he went to work, Justin slowly removed 
Darren's Jockey briefs from his full, round ass, along his firm, 
muscular legs, and then off his smooth feet rendering him completely 
naked. He crumpled the sexy, worn briefs and brought them to his 
face where he deeply inhaled Darren's unique, musky scent which 
aroused him even more. He rubbed the cotton underwear all over his 
face and then pressed them to Darren's face as he inhaled his own 
scent and bit the damp briefs before they fell to the floor.

He continued to licking Darren who spread his legs giving Justin 
ample space to maneuver. He loved the sensation of Justin's wet 
tongue sliding and probing along his sensitive testicles and took 
hold of his thick, pulsing cock as he began to jack it.  Justin 
bounced Darren's round balls with the tip of his tongue before 
taking each one into his mouth and bathing it with his salivary 
fluid. Darren lie back in sheer pleasure while he jerked his 
rigid pole and Justin massaged his balls inside his mouth. Justin 
released Darren's slinky balls and began licking just behind his 
scrotum sending Darren into another realm. Darren loved to be 
serviced orally in this most sensitive spot and lifted his legs 
to give Justin better access.

Justin continued licking below Darren's balls and edged closer to his 
waiting anal orifice. He slowly ran his tongue from the base of Darren's 
quivering testicles along the sensitive line between his legs until he
reached his pink asshole. Darren nearly leaped when Justin's tongue 
touched the puckered bud and licked torridly. Darren positioned his 
legs in the air and continued jacking himself as Justin swirled his 
object of taste repeatedly around the tender and sensitive hole 
sending his blonde, jock partner into ecstasy. Justin spread his 
perfectly round cheeks apart and dug in deeper. He penetrated Darren's 
anus with his tongue, sliding it in and out of the tight cavity with 
a heightened effect. Darren moaned loudly and wriggled his ass to 
meet Justin's skilled tongue enhancing the delight of the anal massage. 
Not yet wanting to reach his climax, Darren stopped Justin's rimming 
and pulled him up to his knees.
"That was fucking wonderful. Now it's my turn."
Darren began by kissing Justin passionately and intertwining their 
tongues as he took hold of his quaking prick which stood at full 
attention below his sexy boxers. He intensely ran his hand up and 
down the striped fabric clinging to his bouncing cock and hanging 
balls as he descended upon Justin's incredibly sculpted, bronze 
body. Darren's lips felt the smooth, supple skin on Justin's neck 
and shoulders as he continued downward. He lifted Justin's arm and 
began licking his armpit exciting him further while he cupped his 
boxer-draped balls in the palm of his hand. Darren was utterly 
aroused by Justin's manly underarm scent as he proceeded to his 
perfectly formed chest and then sucked on his brown nipple, feeling 
the subtle bumps on the hardened teat. 

Darren then grabbed Justin's perfectly curved asscheeks and fondled 
them firmly above his boxers while he ran his tongue along his rippled 
abs to his flat navel until he reached the colorful waistband. He ran 
his lips over Justin's raging prick and ran his mouth over the length 
of his hard, thick flesh, biting it lightly.  He slipped his hands inside 
the legholes of Justin's boxers and kneaded the smooth skin of Justin's 
firm ass as he pushed against them so he could feel the rock-hard boner 
pressing against his face. Darren slid his hands around to Justin's 
crotch and felt the hardness of his unbending rod quivering before him. 
Justin moaned and enjoyed the sensation of Darren's probing fingers 
fondling his raging genitals beneath his boxers shorts. Darren took 
the inflated organ into his hand and slid up and down while tickling 
his soft ballsack with the other hand. Justin moaned again as Darren 
jerked his pulsing cock and slipped his hand between his legs, running 
his fingers below his scrotum along his tender crack.

Darren opened the fly of Justin's boxers and reached inside to expose 
his enormous cock which he paused to admire due to its smooth and 
awesome appearance. He gripped the huge cock firmly and jacked it 
slowly before he licked the head and tasted its spongy surface. 
Justin's hard dick felt huge in Darren's hand as he placed his mouth 
over the wide head and began to suck. He opened his mouth and took 
in the wide organ a third of the way inside as he went up and down 
sliding his moist lips along the veiny shaft. He reached inside the 
fly once more to pull out Justin's silky balls and felt them gently 
as he sucked intensely. Justin's satisfaction with Darren's action 
was quite evident as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, 
savoring the delight of the moment.  Justin rested his hand on Darren's 
blonde hair as he performed orally and pushed slightly, prompting him 
to descend deeper upon his masculine appendage. 

Darren loved to suck cock and having his mouth over Justin's made 
it even better.  He felt Justin's hand pushing down on his head and 
responded by taking his steel tool completely down his throat. His 
eyes began to water as he struggled not to gag but he continued up 
and down the mammoth prick, each time brushing against Justin's pubic 
forest and smelling his unique scent. He stopped sucking to remove 
Justin's boxers and gently pulled the waistband back over the protruding 
cock and balls. He slipped the sexy shorts off Justin's perfectly 
formed ass, past his lean legs and down his ankles and feet, leaving 
the incredibly handsome stud standing in his naked splendor. Darren 
brought the cool shorts to his face and took in the arousing odor of 
Justin's manly essence.

He returned to his attention to Justin's impeccable rod. He took hold 
of the massive meat and stroked it over his face leaving trails of 
precum shining on his skin. He turned to Justin's dangling balls and 
licked them voraciously and sucked them into his mouth. Justin moaned 
as he bounced the tender testicles on his tongue and swished them in 
his saliva. Darren let the velvety balls slide out of his mouth as he 
returned to Justin's impatient member. He slipped his lips over the 
wide shaft and continued to suck, sliding up and down at an intense rate. 
Justin felt the tingly excitement building with each pass of Darren's 
lips but was not ready for his peak. He interrupted Darren's action 
and pulled him off as he leaned him along the sofa and slid over his 
finely sculpted body.

The two Greek statues began kissing each other madly and fondled each 
other in a crazed frenzy as their nude bodies twisted together. Both men 
breathed heavily as their hands and arms flailed wildly, sailing over the 
smooth, muscular  contours of their desiring flesh. Darren grasped and 
kneaded the soft, spherical cheeks of Justin's flawless ass and held 
tightly as their long, hardened cocks pressed and slid together. Justin 
gyrated his hips against Darren's pelvis spreading his legs apart and 
positioning himself between them as their swollen organs brushed side 
by side. Darren sighed as Justin's lips slid to his strong neck before 
moving to his ear. He began to nibble sensuously on his earlobe as he 
whispered.
"So, do I get to be the top now?" Justin said as he raised his sensuous 
eyebrow in that particularly way and made Darren melt.
"Hmm. Can I be the top afterward?" Darren replied now at the mercy of 
Justin.
"Yeah--whatever you want? But I want you now."
Darren sensed an apprehension in Justin's voice. However, in the midst 
of this passionate interlude Darren was helpless to resist. But he knew 
he would have his chance with Justin, by hook or by crook, and agreed 
to the submission.
"Okay, but I'm holding you to it. But I'm not sure I can take that huge 
thing of yours inside me."
"Don't worry, Darren. I'll take it real slow and easy."
"I guess I have to trust you. There's some KY in that box on the coffee 
table."
A happy Justin smiled as he found the lubricant and knelt up to spread 
it over his hard, bouncing cock. He slowly spread the creamy substance 
completely over his raging flesh as it now glistened brightly with 
anticipation. He squeezed more of the jelly onto his hand before 
placing it between Darren's firm legs and rubbing it along his sensitive 
crack and waiting hole. Darren moaned as he carefully spread the 
lubricant around his tight anus and gently pierced it with his middle 
finger.

Justin then took Darren's strong legs and lifted them in the air as he 
slowly jacked his impatient cock and climbed on top of him. He spread 
Darren's knees apart and moved between them as he positioned his hard, shiny pump to meet his
quivering asshole. Justin prepped Darren by rubbing his thick organ up and down his tender crack and
then placed the head at his hole and massaged it gently. Darren moaned sensuously as Justin teased
him in anticipation for what was to come. Justin rested his dickhead at the puckered bud and pushed
forward slightly as the thick mushroom head slowly penetrated the tight hole. 
"Aahh!" Darren winced and cried at the initial sting of Justin's 
gigantic pole as he slid it in. This was not Darren's first time but 
his limited experience in getting fucked did not include a dick the 
size of Justin's. Darren felt his tight hole dilating but tried to 
relax as Justin pushed forward and penetrated his anus a third of the 
way. Justin pulled out his immense rod and reinserted it to loosen 
Darren's taking hole. Now halfway inside, Justin's thick, pulsing cock 
felt like a can of hairspray inside of Darren's hole until he removed 
it once more.  He applied more of the lubricant and then penetrated 
into him again, this time thrusting forward all the way in as he felt 
his balls press against Darren's cheeks.
"Aaaahhh!"
Darren cried out again in pain as he felt the entire great length of 
Justin's monstrous erection slide inside his bowels. Justin began to 
slide his thick tool within Darren's dark tunnel with regularity. After 
a few thrusts, Darren's hole became accustomed to Justin's large probe 
and the pain diminished. Justin then leaned over Darren and kissed him 
deeply as he began to fuck him with repeated thrusts. Finally, Darren 
could feel the wonderful sensation of his prostate being massaged by 
Justin's hard cock and now took great pleasure with each thrust.  
Justin's smooth, round ass moved up and down flexing tightly with 
each pelvic lunge into Darren's snug anal tract. Justin kissed him 
deeper as he held onto his spreading legs and pumped incessantly 
into Darren's ass. 


Justin was comfortable and secure in this top position and felt a bit 
triumphant as he fucked Darren in their first lovemaking experience. 
But he also felt his affection for Darren growing increasingly and the 
emotions of this union made the moment very meaningful.  And as Darren 
lie on his back with his legs in the air, he felt a bit compromised 
since was not used to getting fucked. But when he looked into Justin's 
eyes and kissed him deeply, he saw that their connection was genuine 
and sincere. This realization put Darren at ease as he began to trust 
Justin and really enjoy the pleasure of this encounter. Both men 
understood that this encounter was more than mere sex as they released 
their inhibitions and let their emotions go. 

Justin's hair flailed as he pumped Darren more intensely. He 
flipped Darren's strong legs over his shoulders and pumped him 
harder as kissed him passionately. He felt the tingly sensation 
on his penis intensify with each pass inside of Darren. He was 
closer to his climax and thrusted even faster. Darren was in utter 
ecstasy as Justin massaged his hole with his bursting cock. His body rocked with each of Justin's
thrusts. He tightened his anal muscles and clamped on Justin's pumping rod giving them both
increased pleasure. Darren grasped his rock-hard cock and began to jerk it as he felt himself
nearing his climax. 

Finally, Justin's continuous thrusts pushed him over the edge. He 
pulled his throbbing prick out of Darren's tight ass and jacked it 
rapidly. He felt the orgasmic tingle in his gut and then cocked his 
head back as he released his hot load upon Darren's body. The first 
shot landed across Darren's face and dripped down his lips. The next 
landed directly inside Darren's mouth as he tasted the warm, salty 
fluid on his tongue. Shot after shot of the white cream poured upon 
Darren's chest and stomach before dribbling in his pubic tuft. 

The taste of Justin's warm cum on his tongue sent Darren beyond 
the point of return as he jacked his rigid cock intensely and felt 
the orgasmic climax rise through his body. Justin watched eagerly 
above Darren's bursting prick as he released his explosive load. 
A long stream shot across Darren's body reaching his neck as Justin 
opened his mouth over the exploding rod. Another pulse streamed 
directly onto Justin's tongue as did the next. Justin savored 
Darren's warm, salty cream and sloshed it in his mouth before 
swallowing the thick, white honey. He placed his mouth over 
Darren's spilling hose and consumed the final spouts of the 
milky fluid.

Justin then lay on top of Darren as both men struggled to catch 
their breath. They kissed each other deeply, exchanging their 
seminal fluid. They lie still together for a few minutes and just 
held each other as they rested from the exhausting session. As they 
embraced and basked in their emotional coronation, they experienced 
the meaning of making love. Darren broke the silence.

"That was unbelievable. I've never felt anything close to that." Darren 
confessed. "I mean I've had great sex, but that was so much more."
"I know. Me, too." Justin agreed.

Justin looked at Darren and saw a twinkle in his eye which made him 
glad. He took pleasure in helping him break down his fears and tear 
down the walls which limited him all this time. And he felt even 
better that it was Darren's feelings for him that made it possible.

"We have got to do that again. But next time I'm on top." Darren said.
"Maybe we should take a break and watch a video." Justin said with 
apprehension.
"Okay, but you're not getting out of it."

Justin knew it was only fair for Darren to have his turn at him 
but he was afraid since it would be his first time. 

To be continued in Part 9. 
(If you're interested in reading part 9, post your comments.)