When Danny Met Horatio

by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  He sat up, “Yeah,” he sighed, “You’re right,” he smiled at me, “But you’re not leaving without some breakfast.” He jumped out of bed and grabbed his boxer shorts. I admired his perfectly rounded behind as he pulled them on and then his sweatpants. He turned to me, his chest bare and looking absolutely fucking magnificent. My God, his body covering mine – and him being inside me had felt amazing last night…

  My mouth watered, “Oh, God.” I groaned, “Please put some more clothes on – you’re killing me, man.”

  He chuckled and reached for his hoody. Pulling it over his head, he looked at me, “Better?”

  I nodded, “Yeah, thanks. I might have a chance of walking around without a massive boner now.”

  He grinned and walked over to me, “I need to see this massive boner.” He said, sliding his hand inside my boxer shorts and giving my cock a playful squeeze.

  I shook my head, “You’re insatiable!”

  He growled and wrestled me down onto the bed, straddling me, he leaned down and started to trail little kisses all over my face, “And you’re adorable.” He murmured between feathery little kisses. I’d never felt more cherished in my whole life.

  *

  I got home and started to tidy and clean the house immediately.

  “Shit.” I whispered to myself as I saw that I’d left my toothbrush on the side instead of putting it back in its holder. I’d left the tube on the side of the sink too. Mara would have gone ballistic if she’d beaten me home…

  I checked around the rest of the house, biting my lip nervously as I went. I was really nervous that I was going to give myself away somehow that I’d slept with another man last night. I felt like I had a big beacon glowing above my head that screamed ‘queer’ to everyone. Of course, it was all just in my own head. No one other that Horatio and I knew what had happened last night…

  I stopped what I was doing for a moment whilst I allowed myself to remember Horatio’s kisses and his touch… Remembering him entering me and making me his for the first time, “Christ.” I muttered to myself, “Stop thinking about it! You’ll have a boner that you won’t be able to explain!”

  Because there was no doubting that it wouldn’t happen just because I hadn’t seen my wife in a few days. We both knew that… being beaten up all of the time kind of took any desire out the relationship.

  My thoughts drifted to when I’d first met Mara and I’d fancied myself in love with her. It was a far cry from the way I felt about Horatio and I seriously wondered what the hell I’d ever seen in her – and how I could have mistaken whatever it was I’d felt for her for love. Desperation to be ‘normal’, probably…

  We’d dated a couple of months before she fell pregnant, which had shocked the life out of me because we’d been very particular about using protection. I’d been invited to go on holiday with her and her parents to Centerparcs. Looking back, I was beginning to think that she’d just been manipulating me from the word go…

  I’d left her on the sunbeds and had gone for a swim. When I got back to the sunbeds there was absolutely no sign of her at all. All of our stuff was there but she’d disappeared.

  I spent the next couple of hours frantically searching for her – with her parents, who were very alarmed that their only daughter had gone missing, only to find her in the gift shop.

  “Where’ve you been?” I panted, feeling heartily relieved that she was safe and well.

  She turned on me immediately and turned everything around, making out to her parents that I’d neglected her by going in the pool. I was flabbergasted. Had I really been so thoughtless?

  “I’m really sorry.” I found myself saying, “I thought I’d only been gone a couple of minutes.”

  Surely it had only been a couple of minutes? I went back over what I’d done. I’d done two lengths of the pool and then I’d helped a young mother to get her two little kids out of the pool and then I’d headed straight back…

  Ahh, so that’s what had been the problem. The young mother. She’d been so jealous of me talking to another girl that she’d deliberately gone to hide from me to make me worry.

  “Fuck’s sake, Dan,” I muttered to myself, “You married a fucking psycho.”

  My phone rang then, making me jump violently. I looked at the home screen. Mara…

  “Hi, babe.” I greeted her automatically. She was as far removed from a ‘babe’ than anyone could possibly be.

  “Hi, sweetie,” she gushed. She must have been with her workmates. She was always really nice to me when she was in company, “We’re staying another night – it’s going really well.”

  My heart lifted, and not just because it gave me another day to get the house ship-shape. It gave me another night with Horatio… “Oh, okay…”

  I asked her how it was going and she went on and on about some team-building exercise she and Jason had devised. Jason was her immediate boss and I’d wished on so many occasions that she’d just fall in love with him and divorce me…

  “Sounds like you and Jason have got it totally sussed.” I said warmly, “Have fun.”

  We said our goodbyes and I ended the call. Within a second, I was calling Horatio…

  “Danny?” he sounded like he was smiling.

  “Hi, Rayshe.” I said, “I’ve got another night alone…”

  *

  Oh, my God. I could do this every night of my life and never get bored. Rayshe was kissing my neck and his hands were roaming all over me, making me hard and dying to get my hands on him too. “Rayshe.” I breathed.

  “Danny,” he whispered, “I want you naked. I need you naked.”

  I groaned with desire, “Oh, God.” I whimpered, “That sounds amazing.” It was only three in the afternoon.

  He chuckled and took my hand, “Come on.” He said, “let’s go to bed – I’ve changed the sheets.”

  It occurred to me that I’d never once had sex during the day with Mara. And she’d always insisted that we do it in the dark.

  But doing it with the sun, albeit rather weakly, streaming through the windows, being able to really see Horatio fall apart in front of my eyes from being sucked by me was such a turn-on. I never wanted to do this with anyone else. I just wanted to be with Horatio – forever.

  “I’m getting close, baby.” He murmured.

  I nodded and hummed a reply. There was no way I was going to pull off him, I really wanted to swallow his come. And I wanted to give rimming him a go too. I’d been taught a few things last night that had completely blown my mind and I really wanted to try them out for myself. I was a very willing pupil…

  “Oh, God!” Rayshe cried out as his cock exploded in my mouth, “You’re amazing.”

  I swallowed most of what he gave me but I wasn’t experienced in this activity at all and a fair amount dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin and neck. I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep sucking him.

  Eventually his cock softened. I slipped my mouth from him and looked up.

  He was watching me with his mouth slightly open, “No one’s ever sucked me till I went soft before.” He said.

  I blinked. Shit. I’d just been really enjoying it, “Did I do it wrong?” I asked, feeling suddenly foolish.

  He smiled and shook his head, “No, baby.” He said, “It was incredible.”

  I looked back at his cock. “I just want to suck you all of the time.” I admitted, “I can’t get enough of it.”

  He nodded, “I feel the same way about you.” He said, “Wanna suck each other at the same time? That’s intense.”

  I nodded, “Fuck, yeah.” I agreed. “Sounds awesome.”

  We shuffled into position and I felt Horatio’s gorgeous full lips engulf me completely. Oh, my God, that was good. His mouth was so warm and so wet… I started lapping around his shaft, aware that he would still feel a little sensitive from his very recent blowjob.

  His hands started to massage my arse and then I felt his fingers start to tease my entrance. Oh, wow. He was going
to finger me while he sucked. I wondered if I could do the same to him…

  I ran my hands down Rayshe’s fabulously toned body and around to my goal. Feeling brave I stroked a finger across his hole. I felt him tense up. Did he like it? Didn’t he? I pulled off him, “Is that good, baby?” I breathed, “Or shall I not?”

  He groaned a response and sucked my cock with a little more vigour. I took it that he really did like it. It spurred me on. With a flash of inspiration, I wet my fingers with spit and then, when they were sufficiently slippery I sucked his cock deeply to the back of my throat and slipped my fingers back around to his hole.

  I teased his hole with my fingertips and then, applying a little more pressure, slipped one inside him. I really had no idea what to do next so I just went with copying what Rayshe was doing to me. I was pretty sure he had two fingers inside me, so I slipped a second finger into him, too and continued to lap and suck at his cock. God, he was so big, it was incredible to have his cock bumping the back of my throat and to still be able to have my hands around the base of him. I was sure that when he was deep throating me I was completely engulfed by his mouth with my balls slapping his chin… Still, he said he thought I was beautiful. I was sure he wasn’t all that bothered about the size of my cock.

  The next second I knew what he’d been doing with his fingers. He’d found my sweet spot.

  I groaned. God. He was absolutely amazing at making me come. I didn’t even have chance to warn him. I was just coming hard, spurt after spurt being swallowed down by him as he continued to stroke my prostate.

  I tried to find his too and was rewarded by a mouthful of his come as he too came hard.

  I pulled off him, gasping for breath and I swear I could see stars.

  “Fucking incredible.” Horatio murmured next to me, “You are fucking incredible.”

  I crawled up the bed and collapsed next to him, throwing an arm over his chest and hooking my leg over his, “You’re incredible.” I murmured, “I would have never experienced anything like this in my life if we hadn’t met.” I love you… I couldn’t say that out loud. I was too scared that I might just be a flash in the pan for Rayshe – I’ll admit I was a little intimidated by the size difference between us.

  He kissed the side of my head, “You’re wonderful.” He murmured, “Fancy topping me later?”

  My dick stirred. “I would love to.” I said, “But I really need something to eat – and some sleep.”

  He chuckled, “Sleep first.” He said, “I can’t move after that.”

  I nodded, closing my eyes. Seconds later we were both asleep.

  Chapter 16 – Grandma…

  Horatio

  Once we’d had a well-earned nap after our very energetic love-making, we headed out to my family home, where my mum, her sister (my aunt) and my youngest brother lived. Grandma was visiting from Jamaica and I was trying my best to go over every day to see her before she had to go back. One day, I would take Danny over to see her there and show him the beautiful country I originated from.

  “Horatio! My beautiful boy!” Grandma greeted me in her wonderful Jamaican accent.

  “Hi Gran.” I went over to her and gave her a big hug, “I want you to meet a really good friend of mine,” I turned back to Danny and caught his hand in mine, pulling him over to meet my wonderful gran.

  She looked up at him with her bright eyes and smiled, “Ahh,” she said, nodding approvingly, “You did good this time, son.”

  I beamed at her and turned to grin shyly at Danny who beamed back at me, going bright red in the face.

  “Stop embarrassing the boys.” Mum scolded, appearing out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks for everyone, frowning at her. Gran wasn’t fazed in the slightest and sat with a big smile on her face.

  Danny had been a bit nervous about meeting my family but I’d told Mum all about him and she’d been eager to meet the man who had finally made me want to settle down and had made him very welcome in her home.

  “Where’s Otto and Celia?” I asked.

  “Oh, Otto’s out with his friends somewhere – the skateboarding park – you know how much he loves that board of his,” she rolled her eyes, making me smile, Otto was absolutely skate-board crazy. “and Celia’s at her art class.”

  I looked at Danny who was looking back at me with a slightly puzzled look on his face. I realised that I’d never mentioned them to him.

  I smiled, “Celia’s my aunt who lives with us – she’s very artistic and she teaches a class of mature students. I’ve even modelled for her class before.”

  Danny blinked, registering that I’d been the subject of a painting class, “As in…?”

  I grinned and nodded, “Oh, yeah.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him, “Buck naked.”

  Chapter 17 – Breaking it off…

  Danny

  Fuck’s sake. He needed to come complete with a public health warning. I was going to be popping boners every few minutes dating him…

  “And Otto’s my little brother. He’s straight and very, very annoying.” He chuckled, “He calls me a fag – but I don’t think he really means to be insulting. He generally thinks it’s pretty funny that I’m gay and into white guys.”

  I blinked, “What?” I asked, feeling ever-so-slightly embarrassed to be asking questions with his family within earshot, “You’ve never dated black guys?”

  He shrugged and shook his head, “Everyone has a type.” He said a little defensively.

  I smiled, “When I’m very glad I’m your type.”

  He smiled back at me, “You’re my one and only.” He murmured.

  “What are you doing for Christmas, Horatio?” His mother asked, “Are you home or are you spending it with the boys?”

  He looked at me and bit his lip, “I’m, uh, not sure at the moment.”

  I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking we could spend it together if I’d already left my wife – and I really wanted that to be the case too. I just wasn’t sure if I had the balls to actually come on out and tell her that I was leaving.

  Horatio squeezed my hand, “Let’s not worry about that yet – we’ve got time to think about it.”

  I nodded, “Yeah,” I agreed, “You’re right.” Phew. I really didn’t want to get into a discussion about my personal arrangements with his mother and gran around to throw in their opinions…

  We stayed for a couple of hours – long enough for his Gran to cook up some of the most delicious chicken I’d ever tasted and then, since I still had plenty of time to get home and get the place looking somewhere near decent before Mara got back from her course, Rayshe and I headed out to see the band he’d got tickets for.

  “Oh, man – they are so great.” Rayshe exclaimed as we made our way out of the venue and headed down to the fast food joints that surrounded the arena.

  I nodded, “They’re fantastic.” I agreed, “We’ll have to go and see them again some time.”

  He took my hand in his and stopped, “We will.” He said, “I want so many first times with you – I want to have a day at the races, theme parks, cinema dates, I want to go on holiday with you…” he trailed off, “I just want to be with you.” He finished, looking a little embarrassed.

  I pulled him close and wrapped my arms around him, “I want all of that too and I will talk to Mara – I just need to find the right time to tell her that it’s over.”

  Horatio gazed at me, a worried frown on his face, “Are you sure it’s wise to actually tell her that face-to-face?” he asked.

  I nodded, “I have to.” I said, “It’s not right to break up with someone over the phone – or worse, by text.”

  Horatio grinned, “Yeah,” he agreed, “That sucks. So, when are you gonna tell her?”

  I was beginning to feel a little like he was pressuring me into telling her and that was making me defensive. I’d had enough of Mara putting pressure on me – I didn’t want to have the same thing happen with Horatio. “When I’m ready.” I snapped.

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bsp; Horatio recoiled from me as if I’d slapped him. I felt instantly ashamed of myself. I was behaving as badly as Mara did… “Okay.” He said, holding his hands up, as if in surrender, “I’ll give you some space.”

  I nodded, “I think that would be best.” I agreed, grasping at straws again, “We could probably do with a little time apart.” I said, “And besides, nothing more can happen between us while I’m still married to her anyway.”

  Horatio gaped at me, “But you could be married to her for ages yet, waiting for the right time – are you saying that you don’t want to see me anymore?”

  I shrugged, “If you think that’s best.” I muttered.

  He scowled at me, “I think you’re burying your head in the sand,” he snapped, “thinking everything will be rosy when she gets back.” He shook his head, “You’re choosing the wrong person, babe – you’re choosing to be miserable with her instead of happy with me.”

  I knew he was right and it was killing me. I had to get out of there, “I’ll see you around, Rayshe.” I said, “I’m so sorry.”

  Turning my back on him, I walked away and reluctantly headed home; with every step I hoped and prayed that he would follow me and try to talk me out of it but he was a decent guy and deep down, I knew he’d respect what I’d decided to do, even if it was breaking both of our hearts in the process.

  After I’d checked everywhere and made sure the place was spotless, I headed for bed and tried to get some sleep.

  It was impossible. I went over every possible outcome of how Mara was going to react to me wanting to finish our relationship.

  I was hopeful that she’d be as relieved as I was that we were going to go our separate ways. The lease on our house was up in two months, so I could give her the money for the rent up to the end of February and we didn’t have to renew it – or she could stay and take it on alone. I wasn’t bothered. I just wanted out of everything.