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The museum had been fun, then central park. It was actually terry's first time in a New York city, and he was pretty much blown away by the whole thing. He confessed to Darren that after being restricted in the jungle for so long with no trace of civilization, it was a double whammy culture shock.
After the scholarly and sophisticated things to do, they went to a movie. Something they could both see and enjoy. It had lots of violence for Darren (as well as a hero that always managed to lose his shirt within five minutes of a new scene) and enough of a plot for Terry.
Afterwards there was only one more thing they could think to do. They hit the ice cream parlor at the corner down from Darren's house. It had always been a tradition with them. Load up on ice cream and stay up all night talking. It had been this habit that had eventually led to Darren's coming out to his friend and the remarkable bond the two shared. It seemed only right that the second night they were reunited, should be spent in such a way.
The second bowl of double chocolate fudge Sunday had just been topped out. "So, who was she?" Darren's voice cut through some of the silence that had built.
" 'She' who?" Terry responded.
"The little Indian girl that tap danced all over you." He knew someone had, and he'd already told Darren the only other woman on the dig team had been his aunt.
Terry looked at him over the ice cream, an expression on his face. It was odd, like a dark well opened up and it threatened to swallow Darren. He'd never seen it on Terry's face before. It wasn't that he was mad, more like he was in some kind of pain. It made Darren want to know even more.
The expression softened and Terry shook his head. "Darren, listen, there's something I have to tell you." Darren immediately didn't like the sound of that.
"You can tell me anything Terry, you know that." That had always been the way of it between them.
"I don't know, maybe not this time." Terry was studying his bowl like it held the secrets of the universe.
Finally Darren couldn't take it anymore; what could he say, he was high strung. "God man, just tell me. Your killing me over here."
"Darren, the relationship that I was in...well it wasn't with an Indian girl." Darren didn't know where it was going to lead, but his interest couldn't have been more piqued than if terry had just told him he'd won the lottery. "In fact, it wasn't with a girl at all."
It is commonly known that when a person has a heart attack there is pain in the left arm. That missing factor was the only thing that assured Darren that wasn't what was happening.
"So you're saying that you were with a...?" Darren had to hear him say it, he couldn't be wrong about this.
"A guy. I had sex with a man, had a relationship, the whole nine yards." Terry still wouldn't look at his friend, which was the only reason he didn't call an ambulance.
"Terry, god... I had no idea." Totally true, not a clue in the world.
"Neither did I, you can imagine my surprise, when Peter was there in my tent one night. He said he wanted to bury the hatchet as it were. The next thing I know it is morning and my ass is tender." Terry wouldn't look at him, and it was starting to worry Darren.
"Look at me dude," Terry tried then averted his eyes again. Darren reached over and grabbed the sexy little chin. "Look at me."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. Even if you did want it, you were drunk, we all do things when we're drunk. And if it was more than that, so what. If you think you're gonna get judged for being gay, you need to remember who you're talking to here."
Terry did look at him then, "that wasn't what I was worried about. I mean, I know that I can always count on you. You've never even let me down once." He gulped, it was adorable and heartbreaking all at the same time.
"Terry, I wont this time either...So. You and this 'Peter', had sex, and then obviously, it happened again. Something came of it, then?"
terry nodded his head, "Yeah, something came of it all right." There was bitterness in his voice. "Peter had me figured since the first day we met. I didn't know it at the time, but the reason that I was so out of it that night was because he slipped me something in my drink." There was pain in that sweet voice, and Darren wanted to kill this Peter guy. "He made me think I was special to him. When all the while he was banging half the village girls. The only reason he wanted me was to hurt my dad. He'd been passed for some grant or something because my father didn't think he had enough field experience. So, he shacked up with me to make sure I got hurt, and by extension so did dad."
Darren couldn't believe his ears. Not only was the straightest guy he'd ever known telling him that he'd had a real relationship with another guy, and on top of that, the circumstances were enough to put Richard totally out of his mind.
"Your kidding me, he couldn't do that." It was too underhanded to think about.
Terry looked at him, there was a glimmer in his eyes. He was about to cry. So Darren did the only thing he could. It broke the unwritten rules of guy to guy friendship, especially when one of them is gay. He wrapped terry into an enormous hug. And when the tears started to flow, he kissed the top of his head. For the first time in his life, Darren saw the strongest person he'd ever known, weak and needing help.
"it's okay, you can let it out." Terry cried and when he was done, his face was just as puffy as Darren's was the night before. His lifted his head from where it had been cradled on the other's chest, and looked into Darren's eyes. "God I am so lucky to have you as a friend."
Darren was touched deep in his heart and was about to say something when he felt a pair of moist, warm lips press against his. The heat of them alone was enough to make his cock start to rise.
When Terry pulled back and took his seat at the other end of the futon. His eyes were still red, but they were strong and in control again. "I wanted to do that the minute I saw you." He smiled, "considering what you were displaying, it would have been the opportune time I think."
Darren smiled he couldn't help it. Actually it was more like a maniacal grin, somehow Terry had just kissed him. His brain was over the moon. "Well, now was good too."
Terry smiled, a ghost of his pain still there, but some of the redness on his cheeks had nothing to do with pain of any king. "Yeah, well I guess it did kind of come without warning. I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything."
"Bud, listen, right now I wouldn't described myself as uncomfortable." Darren didn't really know what he was saying, but then again, he didn't know what was happening either.
Terry smiled again, "good, listen, I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll see you in there." He got up and left Darren to his thoughts. He needed a minute. A minute to think about what was going on, and what he was sure could happen. Quarter of an hour after Terry left him, Darren stood up, walked into the bedroom, and took his shirt off. His pants followed and then his underwear.
He crawled into the bed, its cool linens caressed his body, making his already drooling cock ache. He rolled on to his right side, like he had the night before. Only this time, Terry didn't wait until the early morning hours to spoon up next to him.
When Dar felt the warm length of his friends body and felt that he too had been too hot for clothes that night, he shuddered. The heat of Terry's body was incredible. And Darren wanted more of it. He pushed back into Terry some more.
He could feel something warm and hard begin to rise along the slope of his ass. It slid through the globes of Darren's ass like a knife through butter, like it was meant to be there. Terry didn't enter him, but the pressure against his vulnerable hole, drove Darren mad. He couldn't take it just sitting there. His hips started to move in a fluid back and forth motion. He could hear terry's breathing pick up and then the next thing he knew. He was on his back. Terry had pulled him and flattened him to the bed.
A hot tongue flowed from terry's mouth to Darren's making it impossible to think, impossible to do anything other than break down and feel the heat. Hands began to flow along Dar's body. Hands that had seen much sun and were rough from the time chipping at rocks, and clearing debris away from ancient temples. They traced a line of fire down his stomach around his belly button, playing with the trail of fur on his that dotted the lower ridge.
As far as Darren was concerned, it was heaven. There couldn't be a feeling better in the entire world. Until the hand dipped lower. Terry didn't immediately touch his cock. No, he played around it instead, caressing the muscular thighs, making Darren's entire body shudder and tremble. It was becoming so much, that between Terry's possessing tongue and the utter lack of ability to force his lungs to breathe through the pleasure he was getting light headed.
A trail of golden delight sweeter than all the honey in the world and a pleasure so powerful it hurt. That's what terry traced from Darren's left hip as he slid his hand around the rigid tool. The feeling of silk draped over hot steel was so strong it took both of the their breaths away. Now it wasn't just Darren who was panting like a dog in heat.
Terry pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, "I know it will hurt, but I don't care, it feels to good to stop." Darren didn't know what he meant by that. And to be honest at the moment his analytical powers were something beyond overloaded. In Terry's need to be taken he pulled Darren from the bed and the somewhat befuddled friend found himself wrapped in a soft cocoon of Terry's hot thighs. His friends hot cock oozing its pleasure along both their stomachs.
Darren looked down at him, he could see fear in Terry's eyes. 'My god, what did that bastard do to you'. He had never seen anyone fear sex so much in his life. How strong was Terry that he was still willing to let a man touch him. Darren decided that as bad as he needed to do this, Terry needed it even more, just in a different way.
Pulling himself away from the prone man, he levered himself down the bed until he was facing the cock of his dreams. Terry was well endowed, not so huge as to be uncomfortable, but a solid eight inches. His beautiful penis had never seen a scalpel. It met with Darren's one hundred percent agreement. He didn't lick it right away; instead he inhaled the maddening scent that came from the crotch before him. The he licked around the ball sac, and beneath it. It brought moans from Terry. And he still hadn't seen anything yet. He stroked up the shaft with his tongue, staying well clear of the head. And when finally he gave attention to the red and flaring head, it was to swallow the whole thing.
Terry looked down and met Darren's eyes. His huge cock had disappeared inside his friend's mouth. The sight caused him to roll his eyes up into the back of his head and moan. For long minutes he gyrated his head back and forth. Using every trick he new, yet was keeping Terry from coming.
Finally, he withdrew his head and pulled back from Terry's body. Putting his hands under Terry's firm ass he lifted the other man up so that his ass was in the air. The soft buttocks were like steel pistons in his hands. There was not a single hair on the boy's balls and the channel of Darren's fevered dreams was clear as well. When his tongue began to lick around the tender opening Darren's friend nearly came off of the bed. His back arched and his body shuddered and for a moment Darren thought he'd come.
Then the tongue touched it, and after another minute, and the muscles relaxed enough, he penetrated it. He fucked Terry on his tongue for five or ten minutes, before withdrawing and inserting a finger lubed with his spit and Terry's precum. It entered swiftly and brought a shuddering gasp as the pad began to rub back and forth against a spot deep within the other man. He actually moaned when two fingers were added, then three.
Darren couldn't take it anymore. He had to know what it was like inside that heat. Terry's body was burning his fingers to cinders, the pleasure was sending itself to his brain. His cock, which had never been harder than before this moment, was bouncing in his lap.
He lowered Terry and assumed the position. The tip of his cock was nestled in the cave of Terry's anus. Darren didn't enter yet though, instead he took two fingers and out them in Terry's mouth. Using the spit he collected there, he lubed his cock a little more.
The head pressed against the entrance. The hole and already tightened again. Darren lay down against Terry, the feeling of their bodies intertwined added a whole new sensation to the act. A little more pressure and a whimper from terry and he was in. His four-inch girth was stretching the hole.
When enough of him was inside, and the underside of his fuck stick was grating against that nubbin inside of Terry, the man moaned so deep in his throat it was like a growl. When Darren pulled back out, they both sensed the loss. It wasn't to last, soon Darren was pile driving back and forth into Terry's body. The liquid heat of the stretched hole was pulling at Darren's sanity.
It could have been half and hour, or three hours, neither of them knew it. Darren couldn't hold back anymore, and terry had already come three times. Their stomach were smacking together with a mixture of cum and sweat. Finally the stirring in Darren's balls wouldn't be ignored any longer. When he came it felt like his stomach had given out and half his insides were being pulled along for the ride.
He lay spent and exhausted on top of Terry. His length still inside the other man. Neither wanted it removed. But it eventually softened enough that it came out of its own, with a soft plop.
When their breathing finally returned to normal Darren slid off of Terry and lay to his right, staying close, because for some reason he needed to not lose contact with the other's body.
Terry turned to him and his head fell into the depression of Darren's shoulder. He looked like he wanted to say something, but kept shutting his mouth, finally Darren couldn't take it anymore.
"You keep that up and your gonna chip a tooth." He said with a smile.
"I didn't know it could be like that." Darren had a good idea what he thought it would be like.
"Terry, I don't know what that asshole did to you in south America, but understand one thing right now. I will never hurt you... I couldn't hurt you." The only response he got was Terry pulling himself in closer and a contented sigh as he fell asleep.
As you are probably cleaning the goo from your fingers right now, you already now that this chapter had a sex scene. Not the best mind you, but then, if it was mindblowing from the start wouldn't leave us anywhere to go. There was no mention of the mysterious hunter that is apparently not happy with someone. There will be more mention of him later. I depend on your input as to where I take this. Or if I should just junk it and start from scratch. Remember it is Kpettry2000@yahoo.com.