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?"
"The deal we signed this morning was a big one. My bonus was plenty big, too. Let's celebrate in style. We're going to pick up everyone else and then hit the town."
This night was just getting better and better. As we settled into the back seat of the limo, Duncan raised the privacy screen and moved over next to me.
"I've been dreaming of your beautiful cock all week. I wanted to get that damn contract signed and back to you more than you can imagine." His hand found my inner thigh and began working it's way up as he spoke. As my cock began to harden, it gently pulled the strap of the thong along my ass, causing my cock to stir even more.
I leaned in and kissed him again, but reluctantly pulled away after just a few moments.
"Duncan...fuck, you turn me on so much!" I paused for breath. "We have to slow down a little or I'm going to cum in my pants before the night even starts."
He laughed. "You're right, Marty. You're right! We have all weekend together. No need to start off full force."
He moved away just a tiny bit, but kept his hand on my thigh. We rode in happy silence to meet our friends.
*****
The next few hours were everything I could have hoped for. Our friends were light-hearted and having a great time. Duncan and I spent time together, but also danced with plenty of pretty girls. I enjoyed dancing and flirting with them. We would dance close together, our bodies finding a rhythm, generating heat. But even though I found them sexy and passionate, my mind always went back to Duncan and his perfect body, his perfect face. For more hours than I could count, I tried to fake it with these beautiful young women. But they were nothing more than a distraction.
Finally, there was a break in the music. The very perky blonde I had been dancing with went bouncing away with her friends. I saw Duncan just finishing off a dance with one of the girls in our party. I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away. I couldn't wait any longer.
We moved away from the main floor, winding our way through corridors and past smaller sections of the club until we found ourselves mostly secluded in a narrow service corridor.
I pushed Duncan up against the wall and kissed him with a fervor beyond anything I had ever felt before. He responded passionately. He thrust me against the opposite wall, his tongue and mine dueling. Our bodies were still covered in the sheen of sweat we had built up while dancing. My hands moved down to his ass, feeling his raw power through the light cotton. We kissed for an eternity until finally Duncan pulled back. He held my face in his hands. I was emotionally and passionately confused. Was I prepared to embrace a sexual life with another man? I had to confess it to make it happen, but I couldn't. I couldn't look him in the eyes. If I did, I would melt completely.
"What do you want?"
I didn't, couldn't answer.
"What do you want?"
