The Golden Boys
 by: Hankster

© 2013 by the author

 

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Chapter 3

The Patience of Darryl

 

Darryl held Bob until he stopped crying. 

 

“I think we should get dressed now,” Darryl said.  “We’ll talk again later.”

“Thank you for being so understanding,” Bob said.  “I think I will dress.”  He started to his room and then turned around.  “Is there anything special you would like to do today?  All the stores are having really big holiday sales.”

 

“There will be big crowds also.  What do you say we just hang out at the pool here today?”

 

“Good Idea,” Bob answered.

 

Just then they heard a long wail coming from Rosie’s room.  They were not sure if it was Rosie or John who made the banshee cry, but one of them had just cum for sure.  That lightened the mood for Bob and Darryl, and they broke out laughing, as they went to their respective bathrooms.

 

Darryl didn’t want to linger there.  He figured the two lovers would want to “clean up” soon.  He peed, washed quickly, and headed for his bedroom.  He sat on his bed, and his mind wandered back to last night when he sat next to Bob, both of them naked, and they masturbated each other.  When Bob went down on him, he was thrilled, until he learned that Bob had dreamed he was making love to his dead lover, Ron.  He became instantly hard, thinking back on that glorious incident.

 

He grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on his bed stand, and proceeded to take care of the problem at hand.

 

Even though he was not ready to have a relationship with Darryl, Bob was similarly engaged in his bedroom.  His masturbation fantasy concerned Darryl. Had it been a movie, it would have been rated triple X.  When it was over, he wiped himself clean, overwhelmed with guilt.  He held his pillow like it was a body.  He cried, calling the name of his dead lover over and over.

 

Later that morning, Darryl found Bob in the kitchen reading the morning paper and sipping a cup of coffee.  He was as naked as Darryl.  Neither had dressed as they had intended to do.  Bob looked up and smiled at Darryl.  “I didn’t bother to dress if we are going to hang around the house and the pool all day,” he said.  “How about you?”

“I had the same thought.” 

 

“I’m an early riser, Darryl said.  “If you are too, our paths will cross often in the morning.  Since Rosie works a couple of blocks away, I suspect he’ll never get up before we’ve both gone to work.”

 

“I think you’re right,” Bob said.  “Do you want something with that?” he asked, as Darryl poured himself a cup of coffee.

 

“No thanks.  I’m still stuffed from last night.  It was a great barbeque by the way.”


“Yes, it was fun wasn’t it?”

 

Darryl sat down at the table and put his hand on Bob’s.  Bob did not pull away.  The men smiled at each other.

 

Bob spoke first.  “I know you wanted to stay home today, but I just read in the paper that there’s a great gay-themed movie at The Gateway Theater.  Would you like to go?  It got good reviews.”

 

“Can I feel you up in the dark?” Darryl asked smiling.

 

“Who knows?  Strange things happen in the dark.”

 

“Do we have to ask Rosie and John to go with us?”

 

“Probably not,” Bob grinned.  “I suspect that they may never come out of the bedroom today, and we’ll probably have to get John up tomorrow morning to go to work.  Lucky Rosie has another few days to bum around.”

 

He was almost correct.  At about 10 AM the lovers emerged from the bedroom.  They each had a cup of coffee, took a short swim in the pool, and returned to the bedroom until nearly dark.  When they finally did come out, it was early evening.  They dressed and ate leftovers from yesterday’s barbeque.  Joining Bob and Darryl at poolside, Darryl recommended that they go see the great movie he and Bob had seen that afternoon.  Rosie and John didn’t even realize that the other two had been out of the house.

 

Earlier that afternoon, in the darkened movie theater, Bob and Darryl did begin to stroke each other’s packages.  Darryl wanted to take his cock out, but Bob wouldn’t let him.  In fact, he made Darryl stop fondling him.  They sat chastely during the rest of the movie.

 

After John and Rosie ate their leftovers, John reluctantly went home.  The three housemates sat on lounge chairs at the pool, sipping cocktails.

 

“This is so great, isn’t it?” Bob asked.  “I’m so glad I decided to rent out those rooms and not sell this house.”

“It would have been a crime if you did,” Darryl said.  Poor Darryl.  He kept staring at Bob with longing until finally he pretended to be very tired and went to bed.

 

As soon as he was gone, Bob turned to Rosie.  “What’s going on with you and John?” he asked.

 

“I wish I knew.  I have never fallen so head over heels for anyone before, not even my ex.  The wonderful thing is I think that John feels the same way about me.  We’re acting like a couple of teen agers finding out that our pricks are good for more than peeing.”  He started to laugh and Bob began to laugh also.

 

“Will I be losing you as a tenant?” Bob asked.  “I’ll never find someone else as compatible as we three are.”

 

“I don’t think so.  John finds his tiny apartment claustrophobic.  I can’t understand why he didn’t say anything to you when he found out you were renting.  He’d love to live in a house again, especially one as big as this one.”

 

“Hey, man,” Bob interrupted.  “It sounds like you two have discussed something I should know about.”

“As a matter of fact we have,” Rosie said sheepishly.  “It’s really way too early to discuss the matter, but we were wondering how you would feel about John moving in with me?  We would pay extra rent, of course, and we would split the food bill four ways.”

 

“Do you have any idea when that will be?”

 

“I haven’t got the foggiest.  I don’t even know if it will ever happen.”

“Then I have a better idea,” Bob said.  “I had no idea that John was so miserable in his apartment.  I wonder how he would feel about moving into the fourth bedroom here.  Then you and he can fuck your brains out, or not.  If you agree to become a couple after a period of time, John can move into your bedroom, and we’ll have a guest room again.”

 

“All we can do is to ask him about it tomorrow.”  Rosie was grinning from ear to ear.

 

Both their cell phones were lying on a table between the two lounge chairs they were occupying.  Rosie’s phone suddenly rang shrilly.  He grabbed it; it was John.

 

“Watchya doing?” Rosie asked.

 

“I’m lying here, stroking myself and dreaming of you.”

 

“Watch your tongue old man.  Bob can hear every word you’re saying.  In fact, I’m going to turn the phone over to him.  He has a proposition for you.”

 

**********

 

John moved into the fourth bedroom three weeks later.  He had to pay his landlord a premium to break his lease.  He would have given a couple of toes to move into his best friend’s house, and to be across the hall from Rosie.

 

Bob hardly noticed the difference caused by the increase in population, but now Darryl, Rosie and John had to share a bathroom.  They all had different work schedules, so they quickly prepared a bathroom roster with very little inconvenience to anyone.  Nobody was shy, and sometimes one of them would be shaving or brushing his teeth while another was showering.

 

The addition of John to the embryo family was hardest on Darryl.  Often while he and Bob were sitting around just chatting, they would hear Rosie and John going at it.  Not only were they loud lovers, but they were very talkative as well.  It was routine to hear stuff yelled out like, “Fuck me, cunt, fuck me harder.” 

 

Bob and Darryl would giggle, but down deep Darryl was in agony.  He loved Bob more and more every day, but Bob remained adamant about needing more time.  He wouldn’t even mutually whack off with Darryl as they had done in a weak moment after the barbeque.

 

The tension for Darryl was destroying him.  He decided to spend less time at home.  One night he left the other three, and went to a local gay bar.  He had not been there since he had moved into Bob’s house.  Someone came on to him, and Darryl flirted back.

 

Within a half hour they were leaning up against each other and feeling themselves up.  Darryl was disturbed when the man told him that his name was Robert and everybody called him Bob.  It almost turned him off, but this Bob was fondling him, and he was getting aroused.  He decided to name him Number Two,

 

“I have a confession to make,” Bob-two said.  “I’m married and I don’t have a place to go.  Can I go home with you.”

“Sure you can.” 

 

Darryl then explained his living arrangement with his three housemates.  “We can go to my bedroom and listen to John and Rosie fucking their brains out.  The walls are paper-thin.  Then we can make a lot of noise, and turn the tables on them.”

“Won’t the other guy be upset by all the love noises?”

 

“Nah…he’s still in mourning for his late partner, and he says he’ll never love again.  His name is Bob, by the way.”

 

“Poor guy.  I feel sorry for him.”

 

Darryl and Bob-two went home, and Darryl introduced his trick to the others.  Rosie and John were delighted, but Darryl could not read any emotion in Bob-one’s face. 

 

Bob-two could not stay too late.  He had to get home to his wife.  At least his kids were all grown and out of the house.  Darryl grabbed his hand and hustled him into his bedroom.  For the next two hours he made as much noise as he could.  When finally Bob-two was ready to leave, they went out to the living room to say goodnight. The room was empty.

 

When Darryl had come home with his trick, Bob-one was devastated.  He went to his room, and so Rosie and John went to John’s room.  It was on the other side of the house from Darryl, Bob and Rosie.  They began to make noisy, passionate love.  Even though it was the most distant bedroom from his, poor Bob-one had to cover his ears.

 

Darryl drove Bob-two back to his car, which was parked at the bar.  The two men exchanged telephone numbers and email addresses, but neither ever made any attempt to contact the other again.

 

Darryl and Bob lay in their separate beds in agony.  Bob had asked Darryl to be patient, without telling him for how long.  He realized now that he was being totally unfair.  It was becoming obvious to him that he had to shit or get off the pot, but he did not know which path was right for him.

 

Darryl had agreed to be patient, but as much as he cared for, and longed for Bob’s love, his patience was growing very thin.  He knew that to preserve his sanity, he had to force either Bob to make a decision, or he had to move out.  He shuddered at the thought.  Suddenly he resolved that it was now or never.  He jumped out of bed and headed for Bob’s room.  Just as he got there, Bob’s door flew open.

 

The naked men stared at each other for a moment.  Bob began to sob.  He grabbed Darryl in a bear hug.  “I love you,” he stuttered.  “Please don’t ever leave me.  I couldn’t survive another loss.”

 

Darryl began to kiss Bob.  “I love you too.  I beg you not to put me off any longer.  Make love with me.  I pledge myself to you, and promise to make you the happiest man in the world.”

 

“Yes, yes, come into my room.”

 

They didn’t bother to shut the door behind them, but fell immediately on Bob’s bed, twisting into a sixty-nine position.  At the first touch of Darryl’s tongue on his cock, Bob felt himself cumming, as did Darryl.  Both of them came fast, too fast.  Anal sex would have to wait until next time.  They untwisted, and fell asleep holding onto each other for dear life.

 

To be continued...

 

Posted: 08/09/13