Together Forever

by David Horne

  Back in the hospital, he had that talk about how he liked to do something with other guys, and it was just something sexual to him. That’s precisely what a character of the show goes through before he realizes he’s bisexual. Curious. How didn’t I connect the two things?

  It took me a while to figure out the episode he was watching belonged to season three. The show was currently on his seventh run, so he was pretty far behind.

  “I love that show,” I said before he could answer me.

  “Really? Yeah. I could barely watch it when I was in college, so now I’m catching up.”

  “Yeah. You have a lot of catching up to do.” I said, laughing.

  “Have you watched everything yet?” He asked me.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “How do Max and Trevor end up?”

  Max and Trevor were the two friends with benefits that I just recalled a few minutes back. At the beginning of the show, they both assume to be straight, but it ends up being a different case.

  “Well, they both fall in love with each other at a certain point and then come to the conclusion that they’re both bisexual. They are happy for a while, but then they end things between them. Max gets engaged to Jennifer, and Trevor dies.”

  Their story is quite sad, indeed. So, I really hope that Daniel doesn’t take any more inspiration from them. His expression was now depressed, and he closed the laptop slowly.

  “That’s... different than what I was expecting.” He said.

  “What were you expecting?” I asked him.

  Daniel shrugged his shoulders for lack of a better answer.

  “Not that...” he softly said.

  Chapter Three

  Even though I’ve only been here in Ghana for two days, it already feels great. We’re helping out at a free public hospital that runs in partnership with medical facilities all over the world. The hospital where I work recently opened a program to join, and we were both the only volunteering teams to come.

  During the rest of the first flight, and throughout the majority of the second one, Daniel and I got really close. I don’t mean that I’ve forgotten everything that he did to me, but he did apologize, and I now think he intended it.

  Here, he can be himself, since no one knows him or his father. However, he still hasn’t fully let go of the fear that keeps holding him from being himself. I feel him trying to get close to me, but at the same time, I know that he’s overthinking what that proximity would implies.

  I mean, we're only here for two weeks, maybe he wants to love me, but still thinks about what will happen when we get home. And I’m not going to let myself get hurt again. Especially not by him. It’s hard to keep him distant since my feelings for him are also getting stronger by the second. Especially having to work with him every day and even sleep in the same room.

  It’s not easy, but it’s necessary. Maybe if Daniel weren’t so concerned about what other people think, I could give him a chance. Carla and I have also gotten closer again. She still hasn’t told me what Daniel’s father has on her, but it’s also none of my business.

  We’ve been working non-stop while settling in at the same time, so we haven’t even had a chance to be all together. Even with Daniel and I sharing the same room, we’re both so tired by the end of the day that we can barely talk to each other.

  Today, however, we’re not working. We are all going to explore the city. My watch is sitting on top of my suitcase – which is also my bedside table – and it’s showing me it is twenty minutes past twelve. We’ve let ourselves sleep late since we’re going without a tour and we can go alone.

  The room we’re in is small, but with enough size to fit two single beds. Daniel is sleeping in the other bed, to my left. We’re all staying in a shared compound made available by the local hospital. It’s obviously not much, but it’s way more than we were expecting.

  Daniel growled in his bed and turned toward me. His eyes were still close.

  “Good morning,” he said to me.

  “How do you know I’m up?”

  “You’re too quiet. You move a lot when you sleep.”

  Finally, he opened his eyes. I have to be honest, seeing him smile the first thing in the morning, with his sleepy face, scruffy beard, and messy hair, is a sight that I would like to watch more often.

  “How are you?” He asks me.

  “I’m better. Much rested! How about you?”

  “I’m good too.” He answered.

  “Should we get something to eat in the city?” I asked him.

  “I would prefer to stay in bed all day,” he said, laughing.

  “I’m down if you are.” I dared him.

  He looked surprised, so I realized that he was most likely joking. But I wasn’t. My body was sore from the trip and from the two days that we’ve worked at the hospital. I would much rather stay in this bed all day. Plus, I could have Daniel to keep me company.

  “Then let's stay,” he agreed.

  With what seemed like a good fifteen minutes of us staring at each other in silence, Daniel decided to break the ice.

  “I think I really like you,” he confessed.

  I laughed, rolling my eyes.

  “I mean it,” he insisted. “I would like you to give me a chance.”

  My expression became tense, and he saw that.

  “You know I can’t,” I moaned softly.

  “I’m asking you to give me a chance. Not for love, because I really can’t promise you that yet, but let’s try to be more than friends.”

  “So, you just want sex?”

  “No, I want sex and also something more. But I wouldn't call this love just yet. It’s too soon, and I’m still processing how I am feeling this for you.”

  “At least you’re speaking honestly right now.”

  “I know you want to try it, too,” he said.

  “But I’m thinking about this long-term. I don’t want to get hurt. What if we get too close, and then we get home, and you start ignoring me again? I can’t have that happening again.”

  I was getting sad with such a conversation, and I could see that Daniel was too. But we had to talk about it. He needed to know what he was asking of me.

  “I won’t do that,” he promised.

  “I’m sorry, I still can’t take your word for it.”

  Daniel got up, and I noticed that he was naked. He climbed onto my bed and lifted the sheets that were covering me. I was also naked, and Daniel saw that. Not only he saw it, but he felt it as he lay on top of me, with his arms stretched by my head.

  Our dicks touched each other and our muscled torsos too. It took only a few seconds for my dick to get hard, Daniel took a bit longer, but I was already feeling it.

  His face got so close to mine that I felt his breath on every inch of my face. It was hot, but on my skin, it felt like cold ice. I was trying to resist him, but my body couldn’t deny the attraction that I had for him right at that second.

  “What if you just want me for this? To fuck me and then treat me like shit?” I asked him, coldly and honestly.

  I felt his facial expression change before my eyes. He didn’t move, but his body flinched as his horny thoughts turned into deep conversational ones. I was ruining the mood for both of us, and maybe our boners weren’t going to last much longer, but it was a conversation that I felt worth having.

  For more that I would love to just have a sexual relationship with him, it wouldn't work between the two of us. Our connection is so matured by now that I would just develop feelings every time that we were together, and that wouldn’t be healthy.

  And I know that Daniel is not indifferent to me either, and if he just wants to keep pushing me back because of his dad and what everyone else thinks, it wouldn’t be the love that I deserve to experience. It was better to just end things now if I had to.

  “I like you,” he said. “And I now realize that I may have liked you for a long time. Maybe I like guys, I don’t know. I think that I’ve had this thi
ng inside me telling me that I do. I think that’s why my roommate back in college, and I used to jerk off each other sometimes. He was gay, and it only happened three times, but I enjoyed it.

  Perhaps I have this shame of myself, probably because of my dad. He would never let me be who I wanted to. He told me to get close to some of the girls that I dated back in high school because he knew their father’s too, and he just wanted to stay in their grace.

  At the time, I liked his praise, but now I see how he used me and controlled me.” Daniel paused, looked deep into my eyes with a concerned expression, and took a deep breath. “He always knew that you were gay. It’s not a bad thing, but you never hid it from anyone, which is good. He told me to get away from you a lot of times because you may turn me gay. He also thought that you were in love with me, so that’s why he sent me away to college.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked him, with my voice barely audible, thanks to the large knot that I was feeling inside my throat.

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “You know that diary? My mom gave it to me because she probably knew that I was in love with you too. She told me to write what I was feeling because she knew that I wasn’t going to tell anyone about it. I always refused to stay away from you, that only sparked more theories in my dad’s mind that I was dating you. That’s why I stayed with girls all the time at parties, so that word would get around to my dad that I was straight.”

  Daniel wasn’t looking at me anymore. It was almost as if his eyes were focusing on replaying those memories in his own head. Once that he was done and came to his senses, he looked at me and shook his head.

  “Wow. It felt nice to finally say that aloud.” He admitted with a smile.

  However, I was quite motionless. What Daniel just told me isn’t anything new to me, but I was more astonished by the fact that he had this in-depth conversation with me. As I was expecting, both of our erections were gone, but our soft cocks were still touching.

  I hugged him and tried to force him to lay down, spooning him. Usually, he would be the one holding me in massive arms and his healthy muscular body, but this time, it had to be me. I could hear him taking a deep breath as a sign of relief.

  With my arms wrapped around his naked body, I rested my face onto his back, feeling his soft skin. Without moving, Daniel grabbed my hands with his and held them tight, making me snuggle even more against him.

  We weren’t tired, so that position became uncomfortable in around twenty minutes. Daniel was the first to move, rotating his body to face me. Finally, I felt his head getting closer to mine, and I prepared for impact as I felt the touch of his soft and cold lips touching on mine.

  It was a short but meaningful kiss, different from the other ones that he gave me while we were having fun. This one was more authentic and probably meant a lot more than just sexual desire.

  In an impulse, I decided to go ahead and give him a chance. Not because I placed too much thought into it, but because I was dying to taste his lips again. The touch of his face on mine as we kissed and the fact that I knew that he also liked it was something that I had never felt before.

  His hand went through my neck, grabbing it and pushing me toward him. Our mouths opened, and our kiss became more frenetic, messier too. I jumped onto his body, with my lips still sealed onto his. There was no way that I could even think clearly at that moment since I was overdriven by emotion and sexual tension.

  Daniel grabbed my neck again, almost making me be out of breath due to his intense kissing. Our dicks were touching again, and in a matter of seconds, I could feel them throbbing together, ready for action.

  Out of nowhere, Daniel grabbed me and made me spin on the bed in a way that he could now be on top of me. His mouth finally released my lips and moved into my neck, kissing it wetly until he arrived at my nipples, sucking on them, and biting them gently.

  He continued to go further down my body, and once he got unto my belly, I felt my body contract on his own. His cold kisses didn’t stop there, and finally, his mouth found my hard dick. First, Daniel gently kissed my circumcised glans and then engulf it at once. He began with very messy and sloppy moves and, even though I could feel even his teeth sometimes, he quickly got the hang of it, and it felt great.

  In somewhat of a surprise, Daniel began to deepthroat my dick, gagging on it. He was enjoying it because he kept going for quite a few times, covering it with his own spit and then licking it all up again. After a few minutes, with his throat probably sore already, he came up to me, kissing me with his dirty mouth. For someone new, that was quite something.

  “I always wanted girls to do that on me, and they never did,” Daniel said.

  “Let’s find out how it feels then,” I announced, as I switched positions with him and repeated all the steps that he did. When I arrived at his uncut dick, I placed my tongue inside of its foreskin, licking his glans. Then, I pushed his skin down and began sucking on it. His dick felt really hard, and it was quite thick. It was just a bit longer in length when compared with an average-sized dick, but it was still bigger and thicker than mine.

  As he requested, I tried to take it all in, and I was gagging almost instantly. Curiously, I was having a harder time than him. However, I had also never done that before. I took a small breath and engulfed it again. I swear that I could feel his dick going down my throat, and the feeling was odd but quite satisfying, especially as I saw Daniel’s abs contract as I gagged on his dick.

  He was moaning, quite loudly. Luckily, our complex was pretty small and located in the middle of nowhere, so there was probably no one nearby to hear Daniel scream with pleasure. His hand was now on the back of my head, forcing me to go even deeper. It was impossible to go deeper than that, but I did hold it in my throat for longer.

  I felt Daniel pushing my head away from his dick and was quite confused.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked me.

  “No. Why?”

  “I don’t know. Girls usually don’t like it when I’m rough and dominant,” he explained.

  “You can do it with me, I kind of like it,” I confessed.

  He smiled and laid back again, putting both of his hands onto my head. This time, I was a bit more aggressive, but I liked it. His dick was getting deep inside my throat, and he was moaning frantically. Before I could even process what was happening, I felt his cum shooting into my throat, and I gagged on it.

  I took my mouth away from his dick and spit back his cum onto it. He must’ve been really enjoying it to come as fast as he did. He pulled me upwards and kissed me.

  “That was amazing,” he said.

  I smiled at him, getting ready for my turn. I placed my dick on top of his and covered it with his cum, then I placed my cock onto his mouth. Without thinking about it, he took it in, licking both my dick and his own cum, swallowing it all.

  With some cum still left on his dick, I went on and grabbed some onto my hand, then rubbed it on my asshole. He wasn’t yet realized where I was going with it, but he seemed horny enough to follow along. I laid on top of him differently in a way that I could place my ass onto his head, and I could still reach his dick with my hands.

  Now, he understood what he was meant to do, and he began to eat my ass. I could feel his wet tongue going deep inside, as his fingers were opening and forcing their way into my hole. I licked his cum from it and used it as lube. I went ahead and spread the remaining cum on his dick all over it, stroking it in the process.

  When my ass was wide and wet enough, I proceeded to sit down on his dick, while using his own cum as lube. His face, as I took his big cock inside my ass, was priceless. He rolled his eyes and let go of a small moan.

  “It’s so fucking tight!” he screamed, excited.

  I moaned as I pushed his entire cock inside my body. I could feel every inch of it going through my rectum. Since I was facing him, he took his shaking hands onto my face, and sloppily kissed me. We were both feeling such an amount of pleasure that we could hardly focus.


  As I was moaning more intensely, and feeling his dick giving me such pleasure, I stretched backward, laying my hands near his feet to support me. I started to move on top of his dick, in an up and down motion, and I now knew that he was hitting my prostate, and it felt amazing.

  As I felt my hard dick slapping onto my abs, Daniel took his hands onto my hips, grabbing them softly. He lifted his face and was staring at me, fucking his dick, while biting his lip.

  “I’m going to cum,” I announced, almost out of breath.

  He took on a slightly confused expression and then stared at my dick, slapping hard onto my belly. I began to moan louder, and I felt the cum shooting out everywhere. It was feeling so good, better than any orgasm that I’ve ever had before, that I didn’t stop riding his cock.

  Once I opened my eyes, Daniel’s face was covered in my cum. I took one finger onto it and slid it into his mouth, and he gladly swallowed it. He grabbed my dick and began to stroke it, as he was also increasing the speed of his dick sliding into my ass.

  “I’m close,” he said, out of breath.

  I didn’t say anything, but I was going to cum again too. Daniel kept on stroking my dick, and I soon saw his eyes roll back as he immediately laid back down. His body spasmed as he came inside of me, and, as I was feeling his wet cum filling my hole, I came into Daniel’s hand, which was still stroking me.

  We kept fucking for a few more seconds, and then we stopped. We were both clearly out of strength to go again. Daniel pulled me into him with a lot of effort and kissed me. Surprisingly, he locked onto my lips and began to fuck me again.

  He was so out of breath that he had to stop kissing me several times, but then Daniel came a third time, holding my neck hard, next to his face, as he moaned loudly and his body spasmed again. I felt more cum being shot inside of me, and we sealed everything with a kiss.

  We were so tired that we remained like that while we were catching our breaths, with his dick still inside my ass. During the next few minutes, we didn’t say a word, we closed our eyes and rested, as we felt our dicks going soft.