Darren and Richard

And that was our first couple of days together. I think we just knew we had found each other. I started moving stuff into his house a little at a time. I went on tour with him, met his family. They were all really cool with it. With “us”. I think they’re glad he’s finally made peace with himself and who he is. What he is. Oh, and he’s so romantic. He loves to give presents, and leave little love notes around the house. He proposed in the airport in San Francisco. We were sitting at the gate, really early for our flight. There was maybe one other person in the area. He didn’t make it obvious. He didn’t get down on one knee or anything.
He said, “I have to ask you something, Rich. I know we’ve only been together a few weeks, but I love you, and I know without a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

My first reaction was to glance around, see if anyone else heard him.

I said, “Darren Hayes, these past few weeks with you have been the happiest of my life. Now I know what it really means to be in love. Yes, of course I’ll marry you. Darren, I love you so much!”

We both had tears in our eyes. See this little heart pendant I’m wearing? He’s got the other half. The key. We didn’t set a date right away. We knew we’d do it when the time was right, but we wanted to make that commitment to each other.

Fast-Forward:
We’ve grown so close over the past year or so. We got married this past June. It’s not always easy. He’s away a lot, my mother died last year, and Darren still carries a lot of pain inside from his earlier years. But we’re strong for each other. And the sex, it only got better, if that’s possible. He’s such a horny little thing. So easy to arouse. And he’ll never say no. I love getting him all worked up. I can get him going without even touching him. All I have to do is whisper to him that I want to swallow him, and he’s good to go. (laughs)

I may be able to deep-throat him, but Darren gives blowjobs to die for. I’m going to ask him if for my birthday he’ll let me be on top for once. If he’s still got a problem about it, we’ll find an alternative. It’s not about control for me. I just want to give him love the way he gives me, but I understand he’s got a certain reluctance. He knows I’d never hurt him. He trusts me not to hurt him when he’s halfway down my throat, but I guess in his mind, it’s not the same as letting someone into your body. Maybe if I let him ride me while he’s on top. Maybe he’ll consider it that way. It keeps the control in his hands, so to speak. (smiles)

One time we had a contest to see who could make the other come first without touching each other there directly. It wasn’t really about endurance, because we both have different erogenous zones, and different styles of foreplay. I think I use my hands more, whereas he’s more oral. He likes to kiss and nibble on everything. Gotta try doing that to him more, see how he reacts. Not that he’s ever complained, mind you, but it’s nice to inject a little variety into the routine. Oh, and he’s got this toy that he’s dying to use on me, but I’m not brave enough yet. It’s this prostate stimulator thing.It’s this series of little black balls that gets wider at the base. It’s curved, supposed to hit the spot, but I’m scared to death he’s going to put it in wrong and tear me all up and I’ll bleed to death. I could see it now: cause of death: buggery by anal probe. Maybe when he’s out of town next time, I’ll try it myself and surprise him. As for the contest...let me remember how that went. Well, my biggest erogenous zone is my neck, my collarbone, behind my ear. That area. His is his chest. You can touch me there, and it feels nice, but if I stimulate his nipples with my mouth or my fingers, he’s properly bouncing off the ceiling, yeah? I think I won, because I was doing that, and stroking his inner thigh and the back of his knee very lightly with my fingertips, and I’ve got him all gasping and panting, and I start talking sexy to him, and that did it. I did eventually come too. He made sure of that. I think what did it for me was when he was kissing his way down my body, and trails his tongue down the line from just below my navel to right there, and then he stops. The anticipation was maddening. I wanted so badly to feel his mouth on me there. He hovered just over it so I could feel his breath, but that’s all. Throw in a few of those delicious little sounds he makes, and I’m done for. I love how we keep coming up with new ways. I’m not real big on toys and props, but he did one thing I really liked. He got this little tiny paint brush, like a child would use to paint a picture with those little watercolors, and just tried it on different parts of my body. Oh God, it about undid me! I tried it on him and he was nearly screaming. He’s such a fun lover. I’m lucky. That’s just how he is. He’s playful about everything. Always keeps me laughing. Keeps everyone laughing, actually. That’s my Darren. Life of the party. Gotta love him.