Final Chapter
This is the final chapter in my odyssey towards sexual bliss with my best friend, Duncan. I hope you enjoy it. Please take the time to post a comment or send me an email. Thanks for reading!
"What do you want?"
I didn't, couldn't, answer.
"What do you want?"
Duncan had my face in his hands, trying to pull my eyes up to look at him. We were standing in a small corridor at a club, the music thumping through the walls. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. I couldn't speak. Not yet.
"Marty? Just say it."
"You, Duncan. I want you."
*****
Duncan had spent the night a week ago, our exploration with the toys had continued until we were exhausted and neither of us had any fluids left in our bodies. I had never had a more erotically satisfying or exhausting experience.
Very early Monday morning, I took him to the airport. He was going to be on the road for work for two weeks. It was going to be excruciating not being able to see him. At the airport, we managed a very straight-acting handshake and hug with a quick pat on the back, but even then I was wanting more.
On my drive to my office, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I arrived at my parking spot not remembering a single thing about the drive in. I had been on auto-pilot the whole way. He had gotten to me. His hard chest, trim waist, the way the skin of his lower back moved when he bent over. These thoughts consumed me. Over the course of the week, I was pulled from my day-dreaming more than once by a co-worker who had to repeat themselves three or four times.
We talked almost every night on the phone. It was regular guy stuff, but there was a happy and undeniable tension underneath.
On Thursday he called me on my way home from work. He was very excited.
"Marty, I'm coming home!"
A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, all of them focused on exploring his luscious body.
"Oh, God, that's awesome! When?"
"We sign the contract in the morning. I'll be home by afternoon."
"I can get the day off. Do you need a ride?"
"No." In our rapid-fire conversation, this was a shot of cold water. In that nanosecond between him saying 'no' and explaining, my heart stopped. I had already envisioned my joy at seeing him again, anticipated another long weekend of fervid passion. In my naked enthusiasm, I took the 'no' to mean so much more than it did.
"I don't need a ride." He continued, not realized the shock he had caused. "The company is sending me a car. This is a big deal for us. I have to go into the office for a bit and talk to the executives, then I'm done for the weekend." He paused. "I want to spend it with you."
My heart, which a moment ago had been in my shoes, now soared. His two weeks away had turned into only a few days, and now we were going to spend another weekend together.
We talked for a few moments more. He would come to my house Friday night, we would go out with some mutual friends, then the weekend would be ours to burn however we wanted.
I hurried home early from work on Friday to get ready for the evening. We were going to go dancing at some clubs and I wanted to look good. In the past, I had wanted to look good for the women we might meet. Now I wanted to look good for Duncan.
An hour later I was shaved (everywhere) and dressed for a night out. I wore designer jeans that fit me just perfectly over a pair of thong underwear. I wore the thong for how it made me feel more than how it looked under the jeans. A simple button-up shirt hung open over a tight white t-shirt with mesh along the sides. It showed off my toned torso in a sensual way without being slutty.
Duncan showed up a little early. He came in and closed the door right away. In a second, we were kissing each other with a desperate hunger. It was as if we had been separated for months. He looked awesome in a pair of light cotton pants that defined his sculpted ass so well, and was that a subtle yet oh-so-obvious bulge in front? No underwear lines for him, either. A light, airy black shirt hung open over a very snug black t-shirt that revealed his long hours of hard physical work.
Our hands explored each other just a bit, the heat rising quickly when the doorbell rang again. I pulled back from him in surprise.
"Wonder who that could be?" I said, half to myself.
"I ordered us a little surprise." He said.
I opened the door and was indeed surprised to see a long limo parked along the street and the chauffer standing at my door.
"What the heck is this?"
