Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2015 16:23:58 +0200
From: patrickbuckley55@gmail.com
Subject: Darian

Darian

This is a gentle love story. If you are into hectic sex this is not for
you.

Chapter One:

Thirty eight years ago I met Darian, while at college with his fianc?
Taryn. They were childhood sweethearts, and became engaged prior to her
first year of college. They had decided that they would delay their
marriage till sometime after she finished her college degree. Taryn and I
hit it off at college from day one because we had the same sense of
humor. Although we got on famously she did not know I was gay. It was clear
that she was totally in love with Darian, so our friendship never had any
ulterior "romantic" undertones. Later that year I finally met Darian.

Taryn and I ascended the stairs to the main building at the university
after one of our lectures, and Darian was standing at the top of the stairs
awaiting us. He was 6' tall and was totally stunning. He had a dark
complexion with expressive light brown eyes, and the most intoxicating
smile I had ever seen. His black hair was very short because he was doing
his national service at the time. He had broad masculine hands and an
engaging personality. Our meeting was fairly brief and the two of them
wandered off shortly after. I would not see Darian again for several
months.

Darian finished his national service at the end of that year, and he and
Taryn spent six weeks with her dad's family in Italy during her end of year
summer vacation. I did not return to college the following year, as it
simply was not for me, and started working early January. Taryn and I
however stayed in touch telephonically, and around March she invited me to
her parent's home for dinner one Saturday evening. I rang the doorbell and
a hefty attractive man opened the front door. When he saw the perplexed
look on my face he laughed and invited me in, reintroducing himself as
Darian.

As we walked in he continued laughing as he told Taryn that I had not
recognized him. The reason for my confusion was that Darian had put on at
least thirty pounds during their visit to Italy. Apparently the cuisine has
agreed with him, and with her family's incessant "need to feed", he had
obliged them by consuming all that had been put before him. His new found
bulkiness had not distracted from his good looks although his face was a
lot rounder. Bigger as he was, he was still very sexy. I also met Taryn's
mom and dad for the first time that evening. They were charming, and we had
a wonderful time together. Darian was now working in his dad's business
apparently.

We saw each other several times over the following two years. When Taryn
graduated from college her dad bought her an apartment, and she started
working for her dad in his furniture company. Taryn and Darian had also
decided to postpone their marriage for another year or two. Every three to
four months I would join them for dinner at her apartment, and I have to
divulge that she was a very poor chef. For a person of Italian extraction,
screwing up pasta was beyond my comprehension. Enjoying their company
however compensated for her culinary misdemeanors.

Taryn was quite a "princess" and was rather demanding. Darian was a
laidback no nonsense kind of guy, and it always amazed me how these two
opposites had found one another. She was into the arts, and he was into all
kinds of sports. When I met eventually met Darian's dad who was even more
of a "no-nonsense" man than his son, I wondered how Taryn and Darian's
relationship would ever endure. It was therefore no surprise to me when she
invited to dinner one evening, to tell me that she and Darian had broken
up. I remained friends with both, and although I saw a lot more of her, I
did see Darian from time to time.

Chapter Two:

I finally moved into my own apartment after years of living in residential
hotels. One evening shortly after I had moved in Darian visited my
apartment. He had never been much of a chatter box, and was able to spend
prolonged periods in company without uttering a word. Silence was not a
problem for him. It had been disconcerting for me when I first got to know
him, however I had come to accept this personality trait and eventually
felt relaxed with it. That evening we sat listening to music and just
having a quiet vibe. At one point in the evening I observed him fixedly
staring at me. The words he spoke next blew me away completely. He said;
"if you were a woman, I'd fuck you". I have never been so gob smacked in my
entire life. Being quite late in the evening he left soon after.

A few months later I decided to "come out" to all my friends. I had started
frequenting gay clubs and bars, having finally decided to embrace my sexual
orientation. Remarkably Taryn and Darian always remained friends despite
their breakup, and this friendship would endure for decades. Although I saw
very little of Darian over the next few years, Taryn and I would see each
other every couple of months. I always believed that my homosexuality may
have been the catalyst for my dwindling interaction with Darian.

I met my lifelong partner James a while later. All my friends took to James
graciously, and Taryn liked him from day one. Taryn however would have
relationships with three of the biggest arseholes I ever met over the next
couple of years. The bust-up with the first of the three arseholes had
James and I amused beyond words. Stephen apparently had a penis the size of
one's small finger, and this was not acceptable to her. She told us that
after Darian, who was "huge" in the penis department, she found sex with
Stephen totally ungratifying. What even amused us more was that Stephen's
mother had begged her to reconsider even though she was fully aware of
Stephen's dilemma.

Ernie, the second of the arseholes was the most pretentious idiot I had
ever met. He was "camper" that any gay man that James and I had ever
met. Everything he spoke about had a famous name or a label of some
sort. To our horror she actually became engaged to him. When she finally
decided to breakup with him after seeing the light, he apparently became
quite belligerent. Taryn's dad apparently dealt with Ernie rather
"forcefully" and the situation was quickly resolved. We were ecstatic to
see the end of him, labels and all.

Prior to Taryn meeting arsehole number three, Darian visited us one evening
at a home that James and I had recently bought. James thought Darian was
one the sexiest men he had ever seen. It was a really lovely evening and
after Darian left I told James in confidence about the "if you were a
woman" story. James looked at me incredulously and said that I was an
idiot. He would definitely have taken that "discussion" to the next
level. I just smiled and had a good laugh.

Arsehole number three was a man named Doug. Within six months Taryn and
Doug were married. At the wedding James and I were placed at a table with
Darian, and his new fianc? Trixie. Darian and Trixie were also married
shortly after. Emigration suddenly became the new game in town. Taryn and
Doug moved to England and Darian and Trixie to Australia. I would not see
Darian for another thirty three years. We lost contact completely, and all
news about him came via Taryn. Apparently he had two boys with Trixie. We
later learnt that their marriage had ended, and that he apparently retained
custody of the boys.

We did visit Taryn in the UK twice, and the less said of that the
better. Doug was a complete prick, and she left him shortly after our
second visit. She emigrated for a second time to the USA and married a
fairly innocuous man named Saul. At the ripe old age of forty-five she
finally gave birth to a boy named Wilson. Taryn and Saul did visit us once
when Wilson was four. It was quite an ordeal, and proved to me that parents
of their age should not have children as Wilson was totally
overindulged. Other than that emails every two months, birthday and Xmas
cards defined our friendship. Darian also once visited Taryn in the USA,
and according to her communication had become obese.

Chapter Three:

After thirty eight years of knowing one another I got a shocking email from
Taryn. Darian had cancer, and was undergoing treatment. He had also lost
quite a bit of weight due to this ordeal. Although he had played a very
small part in my existence over the past four decades, I always remembered
him fondly as he been part of a very special time in my life. I was very
sad to read the bad news about him. After a few months she emailed to say
that his treatment had gone very well, and that he was in remission. I
could not have been happier. A month or so later Taryn emailed to say
Darian would be visiting his sister who lived in my neck of the woods, and
had asked for my email address.

As far as my life at this time was concerned, James and I had moved to a
coastal town in the southern part of the country after my early
retirement. We then acquired a second home slightly inland from the
coast. James spent most of his time at our "second home" which was a "live
in gallery" that James owned and ran. I would join him every second week at
that home. Our main home at the coast where I predominantly resided was
sixty miles away from the gallery. I enjoyed alternating between the two,
and it gave James and I our own space when we got on each other's
nerves. After thirty four years together we were comfortable with this
arrangement.

Having just returned to our main home after a week away, I got a surprise
email from Darian asking if he could spend Thursday to Saturday of that
week with me. Totally delighted I replied that it would be no problem at
all. At 11h00 that Thursday morning the doorbell rang. As I opened the door
that smile I remembered from decades before graced my eyes. We had never
been physically demonstrative years before, but for some inexplicable
reason we embraced each other enthusiastically. He was still quite hefty
but not obese any longer. His traumatic ordeal had obviously reduced his
weight very dramatically. We both had tears in our eyes as we sat down in
the lounge and started chatting.

Darian's head was totally bald. Apparently once his hair had fallen out due
to the treatment, he took to the new look. It suited him as had a
beautifully shaped head. Of course I did most of the talking which was
always par for the course with Darian. He did however contribute somewhat
to the conversation as we shared our history of the past three
decades. After a light lunch I showed him the splendors of the town where I
lived, for the rest of the afternoon. That evening he said he would love to
have a pizza. Fortunately there was an excellent pizzeria down the road. We
retired to bed early that evening, as Darian seemed exhausted.

The following day we spent the morning on the beach before having lunch. He
was more communicative than I had ever seen him be during the day. He told
me that he had been extremely lonely in the past few years. Both his boys
were grown-up and living their own lives. He never thought of remarrying,
and had stopped dating years before. Although his obesity bothered him, he
had been in such a rut, that he just couldn't find the energy to do
anything about it. He was leading a totally sexless existence. I made
supper for us that evening, and we sat around chatting till late.

After we went to bed, I continued reading an excellent book I was busy
with. I looked up at one point and observed him standing in my doorway,
wearing boxer shorts. He asked if he could join me on the bed, and I
motioned for him to do so. In typical Darian fashion he quietly stared at
me for quite some time. He then asked if I remembered him visiting me in my
original apartment. I nodded. He asked if I remembered what he had said to
me that night. I nodded and repeated the phrase from years ago; "if you
were a woman, I'd fuck you". He smiled. He then moved towards me and kissed
me on the lips. He got up, lifted the duvet, and got into bed with me.

Chapter Four:

He moved his body half onto mine and started passionately kissing me. After
a while he lifted his body and started removing his boxers. I always slept
nude so that was not a task I had to perform. Next pulled me to the middle
of the bed and pushing my legs apart with his knees got directly on top of
me. We continued kissing in this fashion for quite some time. Whispering in
my ear he asked if I had any lubrication. I motioned to the upper drawer of
the pedestal next to my bed. As he lifted his body to retrieve the lube, I
finally got a look at what Taryn had referred to as "huge". She was not
kidding. His very thick cut cock was the biggest penis I had ever seen.

I started to feel a little apprehensive, but had every intention of
following through. He placed the tube of lubrication on the bed next to us,
and lowered himself back onto me. We continued kissing for quite some
time. He eventually lifted his body onto his knees and began applying the
lube to his cock. He asked me pull my legs back then applied the lube to my
arse, gently inserting a finger into me. Soon he placed the head of his
penis on my hole and slowly started pushing forward. The pain was intense
as he broke through my sphincter. He entered me very slowly, but firmly. By
the time he was balls-deep in me the agony had subsided quite a bit.

In that upright position he started rocking to and fro as he made love to
me. As I started relaxing the sensation of his penetration was becoming
awesome. I had never been stretched to this capacity ever before, and was
sure that I wouldn't be able to walk properly the following day. Soon he
lowered his body as he continued thrusting, and kissed me
passionately. After twenty minutes he started grunting loudly as he
ejaculated into me for over a minute. He continued lying on top of me as we
both panted while recovering our composure. Amazingly he remained
hard. After several minutes he lifted his body and told me to turn onto my
stomach.

Without skipping a beat, he reentered me and round two was underway. Every
so often he would simply hold still for a minute or so, before continuing
to thrusting into me. All the while he kept nibbling and kissing my ears
and neck. Round two lasted for forty stunning minutes. As he started
coming, he lifted onto his arms, and plunged wildly. I came at the same
time, and had never had an orgasm that was as incredible as
that. Exhausted, we were soon asleep.

The following morning I enjoyed round three. Having enjoyed being on my
stomach before, I opted for that option. The intensity of his penetration
also escalated during this session, and much of the time was spent with his
body lifted onto his arms. I had to place the pillow between my head and
the headboard to avoid injury. We again managed to coordinate our
ejaculations. We showered once done, and were eating breakfast shortly
after. Sadly he had to be back with his sister for lunch, and left at
around 10h30. We hugged and kissed before he left. It strangely felt like a
circle of some sort had been completed.

Darian and I never saw each other again. I also did not confess my sins to
James, because there simply seemed to be no point. I also did not want to
risk news of my episode with Darian ever getting back to Taryn's ears. "Let
sleeping dogs lie" as the say in the classics.