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There was no dream in the entire world as sweet as the feeling of Terry's held against Darren's shoulder. When the morning light came blasting through the window, another might bemoan the loss of a night so full of passion and tenderness. Not Darren, the glow of the new dawn cascaded over his lover's face, softening planes and adding a little more of the gentleness to his features. The sun glinted off of golden hair and soft lips were made even more succulent under such light.
Darren lay there watching Terry sleep for a long time. Well after sunrise, wondering what he was going to do. He'd loved his friend as long as he'd known him. Had even had the initial crush most closeted gay men have on their good looking friends. But it had never been a carnal thing for Darren. Now he was faced with the fact of what he had done, and the knowledge that it had been the most fulfilling act he could ever remember committing.
Daydreams and fears came flooding through his mind. He knew fully well that to call Terry flighty would have been an understatement, and in truth he'd only said he was in town for a few weeks. The feeling that if Terry went he would be left alone welled up inside of him and choked the air from his lungs. He couldn't lose Terry, not now, but if something happened to their friendship because of this, wouldn't that have the same effect?
He just didn't know, it was entirely possible that he'd been a rebound fuck for the blond god, having just gotten out of what must have been an equally fucked up relationship with another man. Couple that with the shock of learning he was gay and there was no telling what Terry's reaction would be when he woke up.
"Are you gonna watch me all day?" The voice wasn't slurred by sleep, which meant that he'd been awake a while.
"I'd thought about it." Darren couldn't help the smile that came to his face.
Terry opened his eyes, "Well, if you don't mind, can you watch me while I take a shower?" whatever his stance on the previous night, there was a tender look in his eyes.
Darren wiggled his eyebrows, "It would be my pleasure to watch you shower, good sir." No time like the present to find out where he stood.
Terry smiled, "Well, if you want to do more than watch, I certainly won't call the super. I mean, you can hold a towel or somethin'." He chuckled
"I promise, if I see your sweet ass all wet and soapy, I'll be holdin more than a towel." He meant it too, the sight of just Terry's bared chest was enough to make his blankets tent. He wanted to growl Terry made him so hot. He couldn't remember ever having been this wantonly, desperately primal, in his life. Even Richard hadn't made him feel like a hungry animal. To his great surprise thoughts of his ex didn't bring on the need to cry. There was a certain hollowness around Richard, as Darren finally saw him for what he was... empty.
Terry responded to verbal banter by snuggling into Darren's side, "Oooohh! Promises promises. Well see just how long you can keep that libido up, mister." It was a challenge; it was also music to Darren's ears.
Darren leaned his head down and nipped Terry's ear, the other grunted. Then gasped as the cool air of the room came rushing to sensitive places. He shot Darren a glance for his dramatic toss of the blankets. He was sure he did it just to create more air.
They padded to the bathroom, Terry holding on the Darren, savoring the gentle silk of his lover's body. The soft globes of an ass made to be touched called to him with a little voice.
The bathroom was without a doubt the saving grace of the apartment. Tile ran up the walls and covered the floor, a beautiful blue with a mosaic in cream and sienna. The glass of the shower was frosted with the same pattern. It looked roughly asian, and gave a mellow feel to the room. Darren turned the water on and let it warm, while he grabbed two of the large cloth towels that he kept in the little bathroom closet. He tossed the towels on the rack and pulled the door back. Then two entered the wide space.
The water sluiced over their bodies, and soap followed. Moving lazily into all the nooks and crannies of the being. Then the water was there to wash away their exertions from the night before. The bodies were barely clean before they felt stirrings once more.
The bar of soap was hard and slick in Terry's hand, though not as hard and slick as Darren's cock, which happened to be in his other hand. The sensation of the rough hand and the soap on the sensitive head was causing Darren's knees to shake. More than once he had to hold on to Terry to keep his footing.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore. He pushed Terry's body against the slick tile of the shower, his own body grinding into the soap slippery form. Their cocks were rubbing against the others with a heady mixture of soap and precum. Darren's hands stole down to Terry's balls; he cupped them in his hands and rolled them about playfully, before sliding his fingers around and behind them.
Terry responded without even thinking. His thighs parted and his feet braced on the ledge to either side of the tub. The questing fingers found his opening loose and ready. Between the ample fucking of the night before and the foreplay thus far, the sweet pucker had been given plenty of time to prepare.
Darren took terry's feet and wrapped his legs around his waist, locking them in place on the small of his back. His hard dick found the place where his fingers had plotted and surged inside. The thick heat of Terry's body penetrated him as he entered the other man. It wasn't just that it was a deliciously clamping hole; it was that it was TERRY'S. The look of complete sensual surrender was something that took the breath from Darren's body.
He pulled out and pushed back in, taking his bone to the hilt in the other's ass. The small, curly hairs on the base of his dick tickled the tender ass as he rowed it. The gentle moan as Terry's cock already lost its first load, he fucked through the desperate flutters of the other's ass. It only drove him to fuck harder and faster, his own dick controlling his mind as he controlled the other's body.
We they finally came Terry had to drop and regain his feet quickly. Darren couldn't hold his slick body anymore. Between the cum, soap and water, and the shaking in Darren's own knees, he was surprised he didn't fall down himself.
Darren's head was rested against Terry's shoulder, the gentle, sensual lethargy was enough to make him cry with happiness. When he finally forced himself to move he saw that terry was smiling at him.
"It just keeps getting better." He said it softly, but Darren heard him. The blonde leaned down for a kiss and their tongues coiled around each other like twin snakes.
IT took another forty-five minutes to clean themselves, commence with more heavy petting, then get out of the shower. They didn't bother to put on cloths. Just allowed the other one to dry them off a mixture of hand, tongue and towel. They moved as one person, both wrapped together in fluffy white rectangle. When they fell to the bed, they were laughing.
To be totally honest things weren't all that wonderful. He'd been fairly sure that if he'd gotten rid of Darren then everything would have been all right. He even staged that really good fucking scene with that little bastard from the corner store. His little ass had been so hot, he knew he'd looked good when Darren caught them together. The small white ass and his big dick had certainly made a beautiful sight.
Then the kid had seen Darren leave and figured he'd found a way to get the humongous dong out of his backside. For his part, it had seemed like a good idea to go home with hot guy. He didn't know he was gonna be used for something like this. The look on the brown-headed man was enough to make Sam's heart come out of his chest. The last thing he'd wanted was to keep on fucking the asshole who was pounding him.
He'd claimed rape and ran out the door; it was the only thing he could think of. It also left Richard with the unenviable position of waiting for some irate father that was never going to come.
Richard looked around the apartment; it had degenerated from a gorgeous loft to a unholy shit hole. Without Darren there to upkeep it, it was filthy in no time. There were food containers everywhere, and the trash had long sense overflowed the can. And now there was this ungodly smell coming from the refrigerator. Richard would have cleaned it out just to be rid of the smell, but every time he got close, he wanted to hurl.
He couldn't pick anyone up, they took one look at the place and were claiming back injury before the first button flew. That meant he either had to go to their place, or behind the club. After fucking behind a dumpster, he'd decided he could clean the apartment.
It had all seemed so easy. He was sure what was holding him back was the mild mannered mouse. Richard could barely stand to look at the bitch, acting like a little housewife. He would never fight him on anything, just say "yes, Rich. Whatever you want." And for a while that was enough, but eventually it just grated on his nerves. He knew that Darren did a lot around the house, but it wasn't until he was no longer there that he noticed just HOW much he did.
So, here it was the Richard Domingue had been relegated to picking coke cans and cleaning out moldy pizza boxes. He grumbled the entire time, but for his credit, he didn't stop. Well he did once or twice, it took all day and as he randomly came across evidence of his past activities he would have to stop what he was doing and haul out his ten incher and give the fleshy appendage the requisite number of strokes to bring it spittin to life.
The woman would not leave him alone. He'd caught a scent at the place where the great winged birds came from the sky. It had been so full of people that his senses had been stretched to the max. But eventually he picked up the trail. Seeing with more than his nose. The scent of the despoiler was a taint on the magic of anyplace he went. The touch of foulness hovered in the air.
He had then followed the repulsive trail through the city. It was obvious that the creature was hunting something of his own. His scent was that of an animal in heat. He'd followed the thing down long streets, it was obvious that it had taken cars, because the trail would get muddied and be difficult to trace at times. Costing him precious hours of back tracking and relocating what he'd lost.
The last time left him nearly wailing with frustration he'd never thought he would pick it up again. Then at the last moment, when he was ready to just about hit something with pent up anxiety, he caught it.
Standing there in front of him in the canyon of steel and glass was the front of a 'department store', he did read, so he knew what some of the things were. He just couldn't figure out why people wanted them. Once inside he himself marveled at some of the beautiful things he saw there. He was passing one such counter that obviously supplied the paint for women's faces, though he'd seen some men wearing it too. An unattractive little thing was standing there squirting people with things when they passed by.
They hunter tried to stay clear, but when she saw him, her bubbly little energies spread outward, creating a stifling envelope of lusty need. It happened to him often. It wasn't that he was particularly attractive, though for his day he had been considered incredibly appealing. The beauty of the day inevitably prevailed, and he had been demoted to average. However, what he lacked for in appearance was more than made up for in pure animalistic sex appeal.
Those with weak minds were pulled to and fro by the powers of his mind. Such was his strength, garnered over centuries that they were more often than not starting to become infatuated with him at a glance. She was one such, and the stupid little git was his last nerve. Her curly pom pom of red hair was seen lurking over counters and aisle ways. He could smell her nauseating perfume from across the store, so when it was sidling right next to him, it took his breath away. It was a sign that the vapid little minx took to mean returned sentiment.
She was a perfect distraction, almost costing him the trail again. Eventually he'd taken here eyes with his own and lashed out at her mind with his. He'd given her images of brutality and carnage, things he'd seen plenty of. He didn't want to hurt her, hurting innocent people was not why he was here. He just made himself look enough like the dangerous man to frighten her away. When she didn't turn pale, and her lips started to curve up at the sides, he knew he was in trouble. The flashes that he got in return were of leather and steel, spikes and whips, being bound and raped. Not sex, but rape, this thin little veneer housed a sadist underneath.
He lashed out again, this time she left, her eyes glazed and her feet stumbling somewhat. She wouldn't even remember he'd been there with any luck. He turned his attention back to the hunt.
Terry was hungry, and that mean that he needed to be fed now. Darren was learning the only thing that surpassed his lover's need for sex was the compulsion to eat. He wondered how he kept so thin.
The slightly shorter blonde was sitting on the stool, at the bar, wearing nothing at all. His eyes were alternating between hungry and that other base emotion that seemed to occupy his mind. Perhaps it was the image of Terry where only that black apron, his white body hard and appealing as a slab of beef.
"Would you please stop that? Your making it hard to concentrate." He said to Terry, not that it wasn't flattering, but there was definitely a hungry eye to the man.
A slow smile, knowing he'd been caught and not trying to hide it, "It's just that you look so good." Terry's smile didn't go away, it got a little bigger as he obviously toyed with the idea of going over there and 'helping' with supper. The only thing that stayed his hand, and other appendages, was the grumbling of his stomach. They'd been pretty active, especially for this being the first time either one of them had left the bedroom. Except for another shower of course.
Darren was making steaks, with some kind of pasta salad. It smelled delicious and was visibly driving terry out of mind. "How long till it's done?" Impatience was heavy in his voice.
"About thirty seconds less than the last time you asked." Darren was definitely enjoying this. He'd never been on the receiving end of so much pure carnal attention that wasn't focused at using him for something. Everytime he looked into Terry's eyes, the sheer force of need to be with him, was overpowering. All Richard had ever wanted to do was fuck him senseless or have him suck his cock. They had played with toys once; it ended with Richard pulling out something he'd bought special that day.
'IT' was a dildo even larger than Richard's own cock, which stretched Darren to the limit every time they fucked. It was nothing but pure fire all the way up his ass, and Richard had complained when Darren made him take it out. None of it equaled to the gentle desperation to be with him that looked out from Terry.
"Dar, can I ask you something?" Terry asked, his tone of voice was no longer husky with suppressed sex, but a little shaky, as if he was afraid to ask.
"Sure, sweetie, you can ask me anything." Darren knew he'd answer any question.
"How did you get those marks... the ones on your back?" but some questions might make him swallow his tongue when he tried.
"M...marks?"
"Yeah, they look like bite marks, and scrapes." Terry was concerned; it laced his voice.
Darren didn't look at the beautiful young man sitting at his counter, he couldn't. That question had brought back a feeling of shame. He'd forgotten about the scars. No one but Richard had ever seen them, besides the people at the hospital. He'd had to endure the stairs and looks of enlightened disbelief when he told them that a dog had bitten him. It was the last time that Richard ever got him high again.
"They're from him...aren't they?" Now there was something other than concern in his voice. Terry was mad, and instead of being sexy when he was irritated, mad was another animal entirely. Mad meant that he might go over and show Richard what certain things felt like.
Darren finally looked at him, "yeah, they are... But it wasn't his fault." The snort from Terry wasn't a pleasant sound.
"It wasn't his fault, Terry. If I had opened my eyes, I would have known what kind of a bastard he was. I wouldn't have let him get me stoned. I deserved what he did to me, I deserved it for my own stupidity!"
"NO ONE DESERVES THAT!" The pure force in his voice was enough to stop further argument from Darren. He'd never seen Terry quite so mad before, and to tell the truth he was a little shocked. It had been so peaceful before. "Whatever that bastard made you believe, you are smart enough to know that wasn't love, hell it wasn't even sex." Terry was silent for a moment, getting his emotions under control. "Darren, how many people do you know, that leave scars on the people they sleep with?"
Darren felt his face coloring, "God, Terry, do we have to talk about this. I don't even want to remember it, I just wished that last two years of my life would go away. He felt warm tears coming down his face. He didn't feel sexy anymore. The mood of yesterday was broken.
Terry got off the barstool and walked around to his friend and lover. His arms encircled Darren, "Sorry, guy, I didn't mean to open old wounds. It's just that I know what it is like to be hurt by someone who should care about you. There isn't a pain to equal the betrayal." Terry took Darren's chin in his hand and lifted the taller man's face so that their eyes met. "Looks like we're tit for tat on this one kiddo."
Terry kissed him then, and Darren responded, their lips meeting. Darren wondered again at the awesome body heat that Terry could produce; he was like a furnace. Then he started to feel some of that heat travel down his throat. And spread out through his body. He was like a fire tunnel or something. It didn't burn, it was entirely too pleasant for that. Soon the warmth was lapping at the edge of his mind. Everywhere it went, a spidery tingling sensation followed. It was amazing, the way it caressed every inch of him at the same time.
The heat seemed to concentrate then, focusing on his back. It was like he was laying naked on the roof, after the sun had been warming it all day. And then just as soon as it had started, it was over. The whole thing lasted only seconds.
"What...what was that." Darren looked at Terry, who was positively glowing. In fact, he WAS glowing. There was a slight golden glow to the man. It was beautiful, and would have been even more so, had Darren not been about to panic. "Terry, what the hell is going on?"
That slow lazy smile brought heat to low places. "I can't get rid of the last two years honey. I would if I could, but I can get rid of the reminders." Terry took Darren's hands and trailed them over Darren's body; he could even feel his nipples hard, and tight beneath the soft apron. They traveled over his chest and over the nape of his neck. It took Darren a minute to figure out why it felt strange. Where before there had been small knots of scar tissue, not large, like beads of perspiration; was now replaced with smooth skin. Warm and with a light dusting of the same small hairs that covered his body.
"Terry, what the hell just happened?"
end of chapter 3
Well, things are certainly getting strange. I wonder how many more surprises our dear Darren can put up with before he has to call a therapist. As you can see, Terry has a few surprises other than whole, 'I'm gay thing.' Could he heal with a kiss before he went to south America, guess we'll have to wait and see.
For the first time we got a look into the mind, of Richard, and I promise kiddies, if you think you've seen the last of the little piece of shit, think again. I have something wonderful planned for that walking hemorrhoid. We will also have more revelations on the hunter. As always if you wish to comment, please email me at kpettry2000@yahoo.com. If you want to chat, or discuss your own stories, kewl. Just remember, if you flame me, you risk sodomy by morning glory. (in case you don't know what a morning glory is... remember all those movies with knights and stuff, and every now and then there will be one with a stick with a ball on it that has spikes. Well, that's ol mister morning glory. Think about it.)