Andy is Trying - Chapter 17

ANDY IS TRYING 

Chapter 17: Andy deals with Love

His warm cock still buried in my wrecked asshole, his fresh cum coating inside of me, my own jizz dripping on our respective chests, and his entire (massive) body collapsed on mine, Darius had said the words.

“Andy… I… love… you.”

It was an earthquake in my heart.

And what did I respond to that?

Absolutely nothing.

I was stunned.

Not that Darius seemed to expect an answer as we were both very much bathing in our post-climax bliss, but I was speechless.

After a few seconds, I purposely chose to pretend that I did not hear him.

If I did hear him, it would have meant that I had to say something back.

Or in this case, not saying anything back was already a statement.

See the mindfuck I was in!

I much preferred the actual fuck…

My heart beat much faster in my chest but given what had just happened between us, I had the perfect explanation for this heart racing.

Even better, the orgasms we had both experienced certainly explained Darius’ sudden outburst of feelings and dropping the L bomb on me.

He was not thinking clearly.

He pulled his cock out of my ass and I felt myself leaking cum against my inner thigh.

My boyfriend had his eyes shut.

He was not sleeping, he was recovering.

We were both drained.

In any case, he did not seem like he was overthinking what he had just said. Darius seemed peaceful, serene.

It was a good thing; One neurotic over-thinker was more than enough for one relationship.

I had moved on to another step of my thought process though.

Maybe the “I love you” did not mean anything but before that, before he fucked me in the ass, Darius had also offered me an eternal flame that I was wearing around my neck.

This had to mean something.

And if he truly was in love with me, what was preventing me from reciprocating the same feelings?

Seriously.

Why did not I just say the L. word back?

I had just had one of the best nights, - if not the best night -, of my entire 24 years of life.

The man resting on my left was sweet, gentle, incredibly good-looking, he was blessed with the biggest cock I had seen and he knew how to use it, and for Christ’s sake, he could cook!

The thing was, I had never said I love you to anyone.

Not to Victor whom I thought I loved but who never gave me the opportunity to confess it, not to any of my other pathetic hook-ups, and even less so to David fucking Crown.

But if it were just that, it would have been easy.

I had not even told my parents or my brother that I loved them.

In my family, it was simply something we did not say. Never. We were too prudish, too afraid maybe.

Damn.

The realization hit me like a brick smashing my stomach.

Nobody had ever told me that they loved me.

Noone.

Darius had been the first person in the world to drop the words on me.

Okay, that might explain my panic.

Darius had had a serious relationship before me. He had loved Jonathan for sure. He knew how this worked.

Maybe he was ready to love someone else.

That surely came easier for him.

His hand slowly caressed my chest. I laid my head against his heated body. I shut my eyes as well.

I tried to stop the flow of thoughts.

Right there, I felt good and secure, was it not the only thing that mattered in the end?

“You’re okay, babe?” Darius whispered after a while.

“I am… What about you?”

He kissed my forehead. I was using his pec as a cushion.

“I feel fine... More than fine.”

I kissed him on the lips.

“You liked it?” I asked.

“It was great. And I’m not talking only about the sex. The whole evening.”

I was reassured he felt this way.

“Yeah. It was best Valentine’s Day ever.”

That was completely true.

In all fairness, it was my first ever in a relationship.

“Andy?” He muttered.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to take a shower before we go to sleep? Together?”

I smiled.

“I do.”

Under the warm water and as I soaped Darius’ immense body, I finally relaxed for real.

Maybe he had already forgotten what he had said.

Either way, he did not seem to expect anything from me.

I fell asleep in his arms moments later and it felt right.

We spent the entire week-end in the Pocono Mountains and the romantic getaway kept all of its promises.

We went on a hike on Saturday afternoon and I impressed Darius with my stamina.

I was not a gym rat but swimming had built both my legs and my cardio. I could definitely hold the distance.

Darius was the one being exhausted at the end and he requested that I walked in front of him so he could use my (and I quote) “juicy bubble butt” as a source of motivation.

From this point on, I did the most, bending over and arching my back every mile we were passing.

I should also mention, my ass was not as sore as I would have imagined from the hard banging the previous night, and I will tell you that, we even went for round 2 in the mountains!

It was chilly as fuck so we kept our comforters, coats and all of our clothes on, but Darius slid the top of my pants below my bum, - just what he needed to get to my bare ass -, he fetched his enormous cock out and he banged me against a rock.

Most exotic place where I had ever had sex!

There were a lot of firsts in my life lately, but it was exactly what I needed after years of nothingness.

The fuck was quick, dirty, and so freaking hot… despite the cold weather.

Believe me, one huge black cock ramming your ass, and you instantly feel much warmer!

We kept on with the hike right after, a smirk on each of our faces, and more of his cum smeared in my butt hole.

To be fair, that weekend was like the start of a sex marathon for us.

Following Valentine’s Day and for the weeks which followed, Darius and I’s relationship became much more physical.

We were basically all over each other as soon as we had the chance.

Even when we were meeting in a public place, we had to do something naughty.

This is how I found myself on my knees in the Impero’s restrooms, blowing the Chef’s cock in the middle of his shift.

This is also how Darius got caught sucking me off during the screening of a movie in what we thought to be an empty theatre.

To our defense, the place was very dark and the movie was not very popular.

We could not really anticipate that a group of hunky college dudes would barge into the theatre more than fifteen minutes after the film had begun!

Thankfully, they had a good laugh but they did not report us to the staff.

The guys even cheered Darius on.

“Go down on that dick, buddy!”

Clearly, young men in Philadelphia were much more open-minded than in my hometown.

Don’t worry, we also had sex in our bedrooms like normal human beings and as the weeks went by, it did seem like my hole was getting used to the gigantic proportions of Darius’ anatomy.

Which, by the way, was the bottom of most the jokes (no pun intended) Cody was throwing at me.

Since I had confessed how big his buddy from the restaurant really was, Cody was fascinated with his size and he kept teasing me about it.

“How does your ass manage his new regular visitor?”

“I’m surprised you can walk this morning, you were with Darius last night, right?”

“Just tell me, how does it really compare to that eggplant?” He asked while holding the vegetable against his own crotch.

I mostly ignored his banters.

And when I invited Darius to sleep at our place, I could swear that Cody spent the entire evening checking my boyfriend’s bulge.

I bet he wanted to see the monster for himself.

No, my roommate had not suddenly turned gay.

You should know that every straight guy is secretly (or not secretly) obsessed with the size of their junks. Their own and in general.

Cody was big down there and he simply wanted to assess the competition.

I could not really judge him, being a self-recognized “size queen” myself.

From this point on, Darius, Cody, Laurie and I also started to hang out together more.

It made total sense.

Cody and Darius had been friends for a couple of years.

Laurie had become one of my best friends in Philadelphia, - and since I had not really built any strong friendship before that, she was one of my best friends, period.

She was of course only competing for the BFF title with my roommate, meaning that double-dates were bound to happen and the four of us created a little crew, often meeting at our Cody and I’s place.

In early March, I even started a weekly board game night.

As its name entailed, it was my sneaky way to nerdify our little group of four.

Soon enough, I would even get them to care about data and analytics!

They did not realize it, but simply having these evenings with my friends and my boyfriend, it meant the world to me.

I had spent years feeling out of place, uncomfortable, awkward… I had spent years avoiding social interactions… And now, I belonged!

Finally.

Frankly, and as shocking as this may sound, during this time, I was doing pretty well in every aspect of my life.

This had literally never happened before.

I had Darius, I had Cody and Laurie, although I was not seeing them often, I was at peace with my family, and at work, things were taking a much better turn as well.

First of all, the relations within the team started improving as soon as we started making actual progress.

Even Robert Thompson was bearable.

The more we were approaching the Republican Convention, the more David was scoring points within the party.

Not that he was taking the lead or became the favorite to ultimately win the governor’s seat, but at this stage, we only needed him to be a sufficiently serious challenger to Broadhall to force the primary.

I say “we” because I was fully invested in the project now.

It may sound hypocritical because I was not sharing many of the conservative positions we had included in our “policies brief” but what can I say? I was too involved in the race and I wanted my horse to come first, or at the very least, to be able to cross the finish line.

Aside from that, I felt valorized in my inputs.

The entire staff was taking my feedback seriously and I was directly impacting the policies, the communication, and the overall strategy of the campaign.

Mid-March and for the first time, the surveys showed some improvement in David’s image which was a great win for everyone.

The only thing he was still lacking was state-wise notoriety.

Most voters, even those who were not involved or much interested in politics, - meaning, the vast majority of people -, had a pretty good idea of who Broadhall was.

They liked him or not, - rather not -, but they knew his name and they associated him to some conservative ideas.

David was brand new on the scene and aside from people who had followed the Philadelphia’s mayor’s campaign and the gay guys who were thirsting over this brand-new hot politician, generally, we had a serious lack of acknowledgment that we needed to compensate for.

In politics, one of the first rules is to make sure that people know your name.

To that end, and approaching the Convention, we were all on a mission to have David’s face and name in every type of media, notably targeting the demographics we wanted to hit in priority according to the results of my surveys.

I have to admit that I had troubles easing up on the hours that I was spending at the office.

This became the main source of frustration in my relationship with Darius.

I had to join him late or even postpone seeing him a few times because something had happened at work.

He did not get it because he was working a lot as well but unlike me, Darius had a clear and predetermined schedule.

Also, and maybe he was right in that, he could not see how the mistake of a pollster calling the wrong bracket of people and asking them the wrong question could lead to having me stay at the office after 11 p.m.

Darius’ reactions were not too bad yet and we did not get into an argument per se but I could feel that I had to make an effort on that front.

Laurie kept telling me to remain invested at work but to never forget about my personal life.

She was right and I knew it.

The other major improvement at work was that, since my talk with David, I could tell that any lingering tension between us had disappeared.

It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

We would have meetings together, even one-on-one, but David always remained professional and although I could not ignore how sexy he was, I could very much disregard his looks to stay focused on the task at hand.

I learned to know a different David Crown, the one everybody else already admired for his communication skills, the effortless way he was interacting with his staff, and overall, because it was very easy to have him as your boss.

Just like Laurie had explained when I had first gotten the job, next to her chill and charismatic husband, Rebecca could seem like a real bitch.

I knew that she was not though, and with her also, - again, as crazy as it might sound -, I also had the feeling that I was building a great relationship.

She increasingly involved me in the important meetings and she even gave me a pay raise in March, five months after I had joined them.

I had not asked for anything!

She could afford it since it seemed more and more like a given that there would be a primary.

Basically, the more likely David was to be elected, the more Rebecca’s father, the influential Richard Pallow, could convince investment funds to bet on the Crowns and finance the campaign.

They were keeping us employed.

Even though I was very much involved in the day-to-day strategy, there were still many things I did not get to see regarding the financing of the campaign, and the promises David had to make to influential business men to ensure their support.

Sadly, Darius was right about politics.

The interest of the People was there, somewhere, mentioned in passing, but well buried under mountains of secret deals, subtle endorsements, and obscure fundings.

Well, I was not there to change the world… Was I?

There was no need to dwell on this anyway since everything was about to fall apart.

About three weeks before the State party convention, Darius had his night off and I wanted to show him that I could make time for us.

Since Cody was working at the Impero, I invited Darius at my place and we happily fucked before my roommate would be back.

We had a new favorite position.

Doggy style while he firmly held my waist… and stroked my cock.

We had not reached the point where he could go balls deep but we were getting very close that night, in the middle of the living room.

It was my new challenge to take his monster entirely in the ass and I thought that I may have to edit a new fake boarding ticket to invite him in.

Just an idea I had for his upcoming birthday.

The sex was great that night as I also spent long minutes choking under his musky ass on the couch.

That was a new thing we were experimenting, Darius sitting on my face.

Since he was much bigger than I was, we had to adjust the pressure so I would be smothered by his fat hairy bum but not in actual life danger.

Something we joked about often.

Darius’ butthole was a virgin wonder and I was getting increasingly curious about exploring him even deeper… If you see what I mean.

My boyfriend, although he was a top, seemed receptive.

It was such a great sign for the future… Or so I thought!

The night generally went great.

We greeted Cody when he came home around midnight, Darius asked him how the shift had gone and we went to sleep in my bed.

It was a bit too small for the both us but we slept glued to each other.

Spring had come and I naively thought that I had made it.

I was happy, I was content, and I even had this crazy idea growing inside of me, what if I told Darius that I loved him?

Because seriously, if this was not love, I did not how I felt.

I wanted to spend more time with him, it felt right when I was snuggled in his big arms, he was helping me becoming a better man and I had never seen a single thing about him that I did not like.

And the sex! Come on, that was amazing!

Since Valentine’s Day, he had never said the L word again, but I figured that it was my turn to show him how much he meant to me.

My boyfriend could not be any more perfect.

The next morning, - and as he always did when we slept together -, Darius woke up early to get us some fresh pastries from a local bakery.

When he was sleeping at home, he would even think of bringing one more to my roommate.

Who does that?

I was way too fortunate to have someone like Darius in my life! I should have figured something was about to hit me in the face… And it would not have the flavor of his black bum.

That morning, my boyfriend came back at the apartment with three pastries and a newspaper.

Cody and I were slowly waking up, hanging in our underwear in the kitchen.

Such a peaceful morning.

Who would have thought it would be the beginning of the end?

“Babe! Why haven’t you told me about this?”

Darius showed me the newspaper, visibly thrilled.

“What?”

I rubbed my eyes.

Cody who was standing closer than me grabbed the paper.

“Your boss is so screwed for the election. Do you still even have a job?” Darius told me while handing me a croissant.

That was the first alert.

“What are you talking about?”

“Fuck, Andy...”

That was Cody, using a tone of voice I had never heard of him.

He was holding the newspaper, seemingly in a deep state of shock.

That was the second alert.

“Guys, tell me! What is it?”

“Wait. You don’t know?! Andy, I genuinely thought you would know that this was about to come out when I saw the paper this morning. I thought you guys always were aware of this kind of shit before public release.”

Yet, he had not answered my question.

What the hell was happening?!

I snatched the paper from Cody’s hands.

And there I saw.

I did not have to look far since it was the main headline. In big scary bold letters.

“Crown’s dirty secrets… Starting his campaign for Governor with a Bang!”

My hands started heavily shaking.

The issue was not the title; it was the picture going alongside with it.

On the 26th floor of a downtown building, through the large bay windows, we could see David Crown, stark naked - his ass blurred out -, very obviously receiving a blowjob from a male figure kneeling in front of him.

The act itself was also in a blur but it was one of the most explicit front pages I had ever seen printed.

Shot from the side, partly blurred out, and in black and white, we could barely see the face of the cock-sucker.

My heart dropped in my chest.

We could barely see my face.

“Oh God…”

I had to hold on to our kitchen’s counter not to fall.

“Typical of these Republicans, preaching traditional values while banging guys on the side. Did you know Crown was in the closet?”

Darius was very much intrigued, - I could even hear a hint of excitement in his voice -, but he had not gotten it.

He would soon, but for now, he only saw the scandal my boss was in.

He did not understand that his boyfriend was very much involved in this dirty mess.

Of course, Cody already knew. He looked at me with an expression which was saying it all.

“I… I should call… I should talk to people at work.” I mumbled.

I was freaking out and failing to hide it.

“I won’t be mad at you for having a long day today. That’s a doozy.” Darius said. “You’re working for both him and his wife, that’s just insane.”

“Yeah…”

“Are you okay, honey?”

The first hint of real concern in his voice.

“I… I should get my laptop.” I spoke.

“Andy, relax. Why are you freaking out? That’s your boss’ problem, not yours.”

“It’s already everywhere online.” Cody intervened.

He was looking at the same article on his phone.

Darius and I both leaned over to read together.

Well, it was the same article with one slight, but most important, difference.

The illustrating picture was in color.

You could not tell much more, - the main parts were still blurred -, but one detail immediately caught my boyfriend’s attention.

“Hold on, guys… Andy.”

My world collapsed around me.

“Darius, I…”

“The dude blowing Crown… He… He’s a ginger.”

Darius took a step back and bumped into a shelf.

“ANDY!” He screamed.

I could not look at him.

“Oh my God, it’s you!”