The Two of Us

The Two of Us

The galloping horse raced across the valley as the rain and thunder crashed around. The wind whipped the trees in the woods until they bent in submission.
The horse was a fine stallion but it struggled to maintain the pace as it carried two riders.
Fitzwilliam Darcy had set out that morning with his friend Charles Bingley to inspect pastures on the western section of his lands in Derbyshire. The weather had grown gradually worse and the two men had decided to return to the house early.

They had made good progress until Bingleys horse had slipped in the mud and injured its leg. The men had been forced to leave the horse with a farm hand and return on one horse. Bingley had climbed onto Darcy’s horse and sat astride in front of his friend. Although the progress was slower it was preferable to staying in a farm building overnight.

The horse was slippery and Bingley struggled to stay on at the pace they were doing. Darcy helpfully circled Bingleys waist with his arm and held his friend close to him to anchor him onto the moving horse. As they trotted on Darcy started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Bingley was forced back onto Darcy’s thighs by the movement of the horse. He could feel Bingleys buttocks slapping against him as the horse jogged along. He tried his hardest to ignore the rhythmic bumping of Bingley against him. Bingley was completely unaware the unfortunate conjoining of their bodies. The colder he got the more he pressed back into Darcy for shelter.

Darcy was a thoughtful man; he was widely read and had an inquisitive mind. He could feel his body respond to the stimulation he was getting from Bingley.
He could feel himself grow harder and harder each time Bingley bumped against him. He did not react, he settled into the ride to muse over the latest developments.

He knew he loved Elizabeth Bennett, he knew she did not love him. She had told him clearly enough how much she despised him.
He knew she was the only woman to cause his body to react as it was now.

He knew that he did not romantically love Bingley. He knew that men could love in that way. He had studied Greek and Roman history at Cambridge so he knew what was possible. He knew what men could do together. He knew his traitorous body was reacting to the direct stimulation of Bingleys buttocks against his manhood. He instinctively knew he wanted to increase the pace of the stimulation.

It was starting to get painful. He unconsciously kicked his horse to increase the rhythm. His grasp on Bingley tightened as the feeling of the slapping buttocks intensified. It felt marvellous.
Darcy felt himself start to melt into the moment. He thought he might reach fulfilment without Bingley even knowing what he was doing. The horse suddenly skidded in the mud and started to limp. Darcy reined him to a stop.
Bingley turned in the saddle and shouted over the wind.

‘We will have to find shelter. I can see a barn’, he said as he pointed north.

Darcy could not answer for a moment as Bingleys movement had caused him to virtually sit on his friends lap.

Bingley slid from the horse, Darcy sat for a few minutes as his body readjusted to the lack of stimulation. He was grateful as he knew he had come close to doing something repellent to him, taking advantage of a great friend.

The two men walked the limping horse to the barn. They took the saddle off the horse and rubbed him down. Once the horse was settled they took in their surroundings.

The barn was half full of straw, luckily there were some old blankets that looked like they had seen better days. They looked at each other and shrugged as they collected bales of straw and fashioned them into a rough bed. Darcy looked around for wood to burn. He broke up a discarded field gate and soon had a blazing fire going.

‘I say Darcy. I am most impressed with your survival skills’, Bingley stated in admiration.

‘I was brought up in the country and taught many useful skills; his friend replied.

‘Bingley I fear we are here for the night. The most important thing for our wellbeing is to get dry and warm. If we do not do that I fear for our survival’.

Bingley nodded and moved nearer the fire. He had started to shiver and hoped the fire would warm him.

Darcy looked around and collected the blankets. He shook as much dust off them as possible and held them up to the fire to warm them.
Bingley picked up a blanket and attempted to wrap it around him.

‘Stop. You will wet it with your clothes then you will never be warm’, Darcy warned.

‘We will need to strip and wrap ourselves in these blankets until out clothes dry out’, he said.

Bingley nodded with understanding. Both men stood near to the fire and started to strip.

‘Thank goodness there are no ladies present Darcy. We would be in a fine pickle then’, Bingley said.

Layer by layer their clothes came off until both stood in their small clothes. Darcy was grateful his body had returned to its regular shape and there was no hint of his previous predicament. He decided to not dwell on it and file it away until he could think about it in solitude.

Both men were well built, tall and handsome. Darcy dark of hair and eye, Bingley fair with blue eyes. They smiled wryly at each other as they used their thumbs to pull their small clothes down and off.

Both stood up naked and started to shake their clothes out. They pulled over more bales and laid their clothes out to dry. Darcy felt his eyes stray to Bingley out of natural curiosity.

He saw that Bingley had a smooth hairless chest. His eyes surreptitiously strayed lower to look at the shape of Bingley. He had fair curling hair on his lower stomach which thickened into a lush thick thatch of hair in his pubic area. Bingley had a long pink slender penis that danced and jigged as he moved. Darcy glanced down at his own body and saw his much darker pubic hair. His penis was a darker purple and thicker than Bingleys.

He glanced over at Bingley again as his friend bent to pick up his boots. His eyes widened as Bingley faced away from him to carry out this task. Bingley bent over, his buttocks parted and Darcy saw a dark pink puckered opening between Bingleys spread buttocks. Darcy was shocked by what he had seen and shocked by the sudden reaction he could feel in his groin at the sight of Bingleys spread buttocks.

‘What is happening to me? Am I perverted? I must control this’, he told himself.

Before he could react Bingley turned around and smiled at Darcy. He seemed oblivious to the slow stiffening of Darcy’s penis. Gratefully Darcy gathered up the blankets and they wrapped themselves in the warmth.

Both men retrieved their hip flasks from their saddlebags. They had some bread, meat, cheese and apples. They settled down on the bales and ate and drank their brandy. Both felt that if they became inebriated they could sleep in the draughty barn.

Darcy built up the fire to last a few hours.

They settled back onto the bales and tried to sleep. Darcy dozed in the firelight. He thought of Elizabeth and started to have his favourite dream. He was married and snuggled up in bed with his beautiful wife. She was soft, fragrant and passionate. He smiled in his sleep as his fantasies unfolded.

He was woken by a whisper,

‘Darcy, Darcy, are you awake?’

‘I am now’, he answered grumpily.

‘I am so cold; do we have any other blankets?’ Bingley asked.

Darcy became gradually aware that Bingley was shivering furiously. He sat up and looked over. His friend was grey faced and red eyed.

He got up and moved over to his friend. He touched his face and was shocked to find it icy cold. Darcy knew he had to warm Bingley quickly before his friend got ill.

He knew what he had to do. He had been taught this as a youth.

‘Move over’, he instructed Bingley.

‘I will have to warm you with my body’, Darcy said.

He knew the best way was skin to skin. Could he do it?

As Bingley shivered Darcy knew he had no choice.

Bingley moved across the bale and lay on his side facing Darcy. Darcy sat on the bale and swung his legs up as he lay down. Both men lay facing each other.

Darcy slowly unwrapped the blanket from around himself.
Bingley was clearly incapable of doing anything to save himself.
Darcy pulled Bingleys blanket apart and slid across the bed. He could not see Bingleys body in the shadows but he felt it. His legs wriggled across the divide as he wrapped them around Bingleys cold thighs and calves. He wrapped his arms around Bingleys body and pulled him tight against his body. He could feel their pubic hair rub against each other. He chose to ignore the feeling of Bingleys soft penis touching his own.
He could feel Bingley shiver and he grew truly anxious for his friends health.
He wrapped both blankets around them as they formed a cocoon.

As Bingleys shivers drained Darcy of warmth both men slumbered in an uncomfortable sleep.

Hours later Darcy woke. He did not know where he was. He was warm, comfortable and holding Elizabeth Bennett in his arms. He relaxed into his familiar dream. She had soft skin on her back. He let his hands roam and caress her. His hands followed the bones of her spine until he cupped her buttocks. He squeezed and caressed her until he felt his arousal surface. He groaned in enjoyment as he felt his penis harden. He shifted his hips to stimulate the tip of his penis against her abdomen. He shifted his hips until he felt her penis dig into his hip. It was bliss.

His eyes shot open. Elizabeth did not have a penis!

He saw Bingley in his arms.
He saw Bingley sleepily open his eyes.
He felt his erect penis pressing against Bingleys abdomen.
He felt Bingleys erect penis press against his thigh.
He felt Bingleys buttocks cupped in his hands.

Both men stared at each other.

‘I dreamt you were Elizabeth’ Darcy stammered.

‘I wish I was’, Bingley replied.

Darcy started at these words.

‘I should explain’, Bingley added.

‘I have never known a woman and tremble at the thought of being intimate. If I were Elizabeth I could be shown how to make love and not have to be the one initiating the proceedings. I do not know what to do in an intimate situation and am terrified of marriage’.

Darcy stared at his best friend. A sudden recklessness entered him. He had survived a hard night and felt glad to be alive. He also remembered the feelings Bingley had created in him earlier.

‘I will show you what women like. Close your eyes’, he whispered in Bingleys ear.

Darcy started to gently rock his body against Bingley. He leant forward and pressed his lips to his friend.

‘Can I do this?’, he asked himself.

The increase in turgidity of his member was answer enough.

It felt like kissing a woman but different. Bingleys lips were firmer but pleasant. Darcy used his tongue to lick his friend’s lips and gently push his tongue into the warm moist mouth of his friend. Their tongues entwined and they tasted each other. Darcy found the kiss to be one of the most erotically charged moments of his life.

‘G_d I am loving this’, he groaned.

He let his hand roam over Bingleys back. He remembered that he needed to show Bingley what a woman would like.

He pulled back from Bingley and moved to kiss his neck. He kissed up and down and nuzzled behind his ear. He bent to blow gently on Bingleys nipples as he heard his friend gasp. He flicked out his tongue and licked Bingleys nipple. It felt wonderful. A small nub that was so satisfying to suck.

He became more and more aware of his hardness pressing against Bingley, he remembered what he had seen earlier and knew what he wanted.

‘Lie on your back’, he whispered.

Bingley looked at him enquiringly but complied.

Darcy looked down at his friend lying beneath him. He saw his flushed face and desire filled eyes.

‘Ladies have an area between their legs that they enjoy having caressed. Men as you know are a very different shape but I think I can teach you some skills’.

As he spoke he let his hand travel down Bingleys abdomen. He circled his navel. He looked and saw Bingleys engorged member bob around in excitement. Darcy let his hand brush the tip of Bingleys penis. Bingley flinched. Darcy gently grasped Bingley and circled him. He moved his hand up to the tip and used his thumb to circle the hole that oozed moisture.
Bingley groaned and writhed. Darcy lowered his hand and cupped Bingleys sac. He massaged the twin globes and cupped their weight. He gently pushed Bingleys thighs apart and reached past the sac. He found what he was looking for. The entrance to his friend.

He used his middle finger to circle the opening.
‘A lady has an opening that you put your penis in’, he whispered.

‘I will use this opening to show you what to do. You need to move between her legs and spread her wide. Feel between her thighs so that you can reach her opening. You should play with it first as she will like it. If she is ready she will feel wet. If she is not wet you must play with her some more’, he informed Bingley.

He knelt between Bingleys thighs. He bent Bingleys legs at the knee and pushed them apart. He leant back and looked at his friend. Bingley lay on his back with his thighs spread apart. His head was flung back and he gasped with anticipation. His penis jutted out from the dark blonde thatch of hair and was leaking fluid and strained for stimulation. His sac hung low and heavy. Darcy moved the sac aside so that he could caress the hole he desired.

‘We men have one hole Bingley, a lady has two. Make sure you get the one at the front or you will never bear an heir’, he said.

Darcy bent down and blew gently on the hole. He knew he had one but had never had the opportunity to see it. He relished the opportunity to examine a body that was the mirror of his own. Since seeing Bingleys puckered hole when he bent over he had ached to see it again. To have Bingley so compliant, open and exposed to him was an aphrodisiac. His desire and curiosity gave him the impetus to complete his initiation.

He stretched out his middle finger and circled Bingleys hole. It felt wrinkled, puckered and closed. He pressed his finger gently to the centre of the hole and felt Bingley wince.

‘Darcy has it got wet yet?’ Bingley asked.

Darcy knew what was missing. He leant towards Bingley and filled his mouth with saliva. He let it slowly fall onto the puckered hole. Bingley quivered as he felt the warm moisture on him. Darcy used his finger to spread the saliva around the hole. He started to push his finger in. He met resistance but kept up a steady pressure. His finger suddenly popped in. He felt it held by a rigid ring of muscle. He instinctively used a circular movement and felt the inside of his friend. Bingley gasped as Darcy touched one part of him. Darcy touched it again and watched his friend respond. He knew that he needed to open Bingley more so he put another finger inside him. He moved them in and out and side to side. Bingley started to writhe.

Darcy looked at his own leaking penis and knew his time had come. He shifted forward and removed his fingers. He positioned himself so that he was poised at the entrance to his friends body. He spat into his hand and rubbed the moisture over his penis. He concentrated hard and slowly pressed in. He felt his penis enclosed by the most wonderful tightness. He had never felt it so tightly grasped. He looked at Bingley. Both men stared into each others eyes as Darcy slowly pushed further in. He felt his ball sac slap gently against Bingleys buttocks. He stopped. They stared at each other. Darcy waited for a sign that his friend was ready. Bingley nodded and Darcy started to move. The pressure was immense. The bliss was divine. The feeling of being inside Bingley and finally knowing the secrets of the puckered hole was sublime.

He increased the pace until he was pounding into Bingley. He watched Bingley caress and fondle his own penis. He saw and felt Bingley tense as his orgasm hit. It pushed him over the edge as he felt Bingley pulse and saw the spurt of the hot essence that was his friend. His completion when it came was the most powerful he had ever experienced. He slowed his pace and came to a stop. He leant over Bingley. Both men looked at each other and smiled softly.

‘That Bingley is what you need to do to satisfy your wife and bear children’, Darcy stated.

Darcy slowly pulled his softened penis out of Bingley. He looked down and saw his fluid leak out of Bingley. He got some straw and gently wiped Bingley clean.

‘I presume we will never speak of this’, Bingley enquired as they dressed.

‘Most definitely’, his friend replied.

‘This is a life event I will revisit and analyse, I will not dwell, I will not regret I will learn and assimilate this into my life’ Darcy thought as they led the horse slowly home.

He knew he still loved Elizabeth and still wanted to marry her. He still desired her and ached to hold her.

He looked at his friend.

His friend looked at him.

In the absence of Elizabeth …………… there were alternatives.