I really felt like I'd struck gold when Darren held my cock. I never expected to get anywhere close to this lad. To me he was stunning, a younger, rougher Matt Damon with a striking physique and a colourful past.
There was so much for me to absorb as he lay there, asleep beside me. I'd only known him a short while, he was here, at my flat to work and somewhow Darren had become my fixation.
He looked even more stunning close up, perfect face, rough and freckled. For a lad about to turn 20 he was physically advanced. He had the muscle you would expect to see on a professional rugby player in his prime. Neat and packed is how I would describe him, everything in it's place, perfectly formed, all muscle, his body was perfect whether he was lifting bricks or watching TV or even asleep. Darren didn't need to seek good lighting to show off his abs pecs or delts, the light would find him.
His freckles were a massive turn on, and his light brownish hair, some of it rough and reddish too, sprouting where a beard might grow.
Darren's strength made me feel safe and satisfied, his sheer physical presence beside me, made me feel complete.
Somehow this tough builders apprentice had made his way into my bed and treated me to the most pleasurable hand job I'd ever experienced.
I wondered had Darren done this before, given pleasure to other lads? It didn't fit with his persona and yet he knew how to handle my cock. I guess like me he knew how to pleasure himself but somehow he also found my ridges of deep pleasure.
Darren was slow, intense and authoritive with me. He took control of my cock and with it me, delivering me to a place of deep release and orgasm.
Afterwards I felt satisfied by a flood of seratonin, he had ignited in me. Darren fell fast asleep, my cock and cum in his hand.
I got to study him close up, watching his firm pecs rise as he breathed in and wondering how he could still look ripped asleep.
His cock was there, right beside me. Darren was a lucky lad to have meat as perfect as that. Seriously big, not long and skinny, big yes with length but thick and veiny too. I wondered how if it was that impressive when he was asleep, what would it be like erect? It was cut and it's head screamed vigor, any stimulation and that cock would rise and conquer. To me it was like a piece of ripe fruit, ready to offer it's perfect seed, resting on his heavy hairy balls.
I studied him for as long as I could and fought every urge I had, to suck or jerk him.
I couldn't stop my own cock charging up again in his hand. It didn't need any other stimulation, just looking at Darren, feeling his rough strong hand was enough to force the cum out of me.
A giddiness or elation came over me and it felt like my entire body was totally loose and relaxed. Everything was focused on one point, the release was almost electric, a thrilling orgasmic flow, it made me shudder with pleasure and I didn't want it to end, ever.
The deep sleep that followed was sheer bliss and when I woke, his ass cheeks were to my side, he pulled his trunks up and over his meaty hamstrings and firm ass. The morning light was attracted to him and keen to illuminate every aspect of his perfection.
Was this the start of deeper pleasure or had I just experienced one night, a taste of what Darren could do to me?