Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 17:23:42 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dave - chapter 2

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
you proceed at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be
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Dave

	Iainlthr@hotmail.com

Chapter Two -- Almost Forgotten


Several months had passed since the night I had bumped into Dave in the bar,
and gone on to embarrass myself with another man. For a few days afterward,
I had tried to examine my feelings that night, had tried to work out why I
had called out Dave's name during sex, given that I had never had sex with
Dave, and that my fantasies of him were from long ago when I was just a kid
at school. Eventually, I persuaded myself that it had all been a combination
of alcohol and bumping into my old friend at a time when I was feeling a
little down, and as time went by I pushed it to one side, telling myself it
was forgotten.

And I almost believed it was by the time I met Steve.

Some friends of mine, who were concerned about the fact that I seemed to be
depressed a little, and who had decided that I needed a boyfriend, brought
us together, playing matchmakers. I first met Steve at a large party
organised by a friend of a friend -- the sort of thing you go to because you
feel you have to not to cause offence by refusing. Steve was there under
similar circumstances as myself, making an appearance because he felt it
would be impolite not to. I was introduced to him, and we chatted for a
while amongst a small group.

Nothing came of the meeting, and nothing was said by either of us or by any
of my friends, so I thought nothing more it. Steve seemed to be a nice guy,
if a little hard to talk to. He was the quiet, shy type, and it was
difficult to get him to open up and say much. The next time we met was at a
smaller get together -- around a dozen friends or acquaintances, and I was
surprised, but not upset, to find him there. It didn't occur to me to notice
that more often than not other people at the party were drifting around, yet
Steve and I almost always seemed to be pushed together. Once again, when the
day was done, I remember thinking that he was a pleasant kind of man, easy
on the eyes, if not inclined to get into any kind of deep conversation, but
that was all. I had no real interest other than the usual passing stir when
you meet a physically attractive man.

The penny finally dropped when I showed up at a dinner party for some close
friends. There were 8 of us, three couples, myself and Steve! Suddenly it
was glaringly obvious what was going on, and I glowered at Neil, our host,
who grinned back like the proverbial Cheshire cat. Steve had obviously not
been aware of the plans either, and my flushed embarrassment was matched by
his glowing cheeks as we took our places at the table, amazingly enough side
by side.

Later in the evening, by some remarkable co-incidence, everyone else seemed
to have something to do in the kitchen, or outside, or in the living room,
leaving just Steve and myself seated at the table. I turned to him as the
last of the other couples made their excuses and left the table.

"It looks like we've been set up! I had no idea my friends thought I was so
desperate," I joked to him.

He looked at me puzzled. "Are you desperate?"

"No, I didn't mean that. But I had no part in this, believe me. It's not
that I didn't want to see you or anything, but they've made this arrangement
for us to be together without telling me. I just wanted you to know."

"Oh, right," he said slowly. "When I was asked to dinner, I thought it was
going to be a much bigger group," he said. "But I am glad to see you again."
Once more his cheeks reddened, and I pretended not to notice his discomfort.

At that moment there was something very attractive, something positively
appealing, about his childlike innocence and his uncertainty.

"Hey, handsome," I said, whispering conspiratorially, "since they've gone to
all this trouble, would you like to get together next week sometime, you
know, just the two of us?"

His grin split his face. "A date, you mean?"

"Uh huh! But let's not tell them about it, okay? Make them wonder, after
what they've put us through."

"Yeah," he said simply, smiling again.

I returned his smile. "Okay, write your phone number down when you get a
chance, and I'll ring you tomorrow, and we'll get together later. But we'll
pretend to these guys that we haven't made any plans."

I watched as he digested this, and just then one of the others returned to
the table. I made some small talk, bringing Jeff (one of the conspirators)
into a light conversation with Steve and I about nothing important. For the
rest of the evening Steve managed to look smug but not say much, and I saw
him get up and scribble something on a scrap of paper sometime later.

Excusing myself, I brushed past him, and whispered to him "Is that your
number?"

He nodded, and I took it from him, giving his large solid hand a reassuring
squeeze as I did.

To the obvious annoyance of the others, when it came time to go, Steve and I
left separately. He grabbed a taxi, while I smiled innocently at our hosts,
thanking them for a nice evening, and walking casually to my car to drive
home. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing their ruse had
actually worked.

The next day I phoned Steve at the number he'd given me. When I identified
myself to him, I could sense the excitement in his voice, like a small
child, eager and innocent. We arranged to meet on Friday evening for a drink
at one of the smaller bars on Oxford Street.

When I showed up at the bar on Friday, Steve was already there. As soon as
he saw me, he jumped to his feet, and as I reached the table, he threw his
arms around me and gave me a huge hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek,
bringing a round of chuckles and grins from the people at the nearby tables.
I blushed a little, but at the same time felt somehow special being the
object of such public affection. Steve's smile lit up his face as we sat and
ordered a drink each. For the next hour, we chatted away happily. I had to
direct the conversation, and to prompt him for more than just `yes' and `no'
answers to begin with, but managed to get him talking about himself, his
likes and dislikes, work, hobbies etc, while at the same time imparting to
him similar information about myself.

It was still difficult to get him to engage in much more than basic
conversation, and I soon began to realise that Steve was a little `slow'.
Not stupid, and not uneducated, just slow. He presented to the world as the
handsome silent type, but his silence was more as a result of the fact that
he had trouble following what was happening around him than an intentional
mystery. Yet this very quality in him was somehow attractive. It gave him a
degree of innocence, of naivete, that I found compelling, almost as though I
wanted to protect him or look after him.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" I asked after some time. He
nodded.

"How about Macca's?" he suddenly suggested. I groaned. The thought of fast,
tasteless hamburgers was the last thing on my mind, until I saw the
disappointment on his face. I relented.

"Okay, handsome! Let's go." As his smile returned, I wondered yet again
whether I could really start a relationship with him, with someone so
childlike in so many ways.

The `Golden Arches' lived up to their reputation, and I forced down a burger
while Steve happily devoured his meal. When he'd finished, he looked at me
with a decidedly adult smirk, so different from his usual countenance.

"How `bout coffee at my place?" he asked, giving me a wink that no-one could
have mistaken. I chuckled at him then, and winked back, nodding my
agreement.

His home was a comfortable, if slightly spartan, unit not far from the
strip, and we reached it quickly. Inside, he suddenly became quiet again,
almost nervous, as if he were unsure just what to do next. I took the lead,
stepping up close to him, taking his hands in mine and looking into his
eyes.

"The coffee can wait!" I said quietly, and leaned forward, kissing him
softly on the lips.

That simple gesture released his inhibitions, and suddenly I found that
whilst Steve may have been childlike in a lot of things, there was nothing
naïve or innocent about him when it came to sex!

He kissed me back, a gentle, tender kiss to begin with, our lips brushing
against each other. Slowly, his hands went to my waist and around my back as
his mouth met my own. For several seconds we remained like that as I closed
my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of a simple embrace like this. Then
Steve's lips parted gradually, drawing mine open with them. I felt the first
tentative probing of his tongue, and I responded in kind. I felt his tongue
explore my teeth, my gums, as I tasted him for myself. Our lips were locked
together as we remained joined at the mouth while he penetrated me with his
tongue and made love to me orally. I had never experienced a kiss like it.
His hands were at my head, holding my face gently yet firmly and my arms
went instinctively around his body as I held him tight.

When the kiss ended, slowly, reluctantly, after many many minutes, all I
could do was breath out a long, appreciative "WOW!"

Steve smiled again, said nothing, and kissed me quickly once more. My mind
raced. I had never been kissed like that, and I was as hard as a rock,
aching with anticipation from the stimulus of his kissing. My arms were
still wrapped around him, and he dropped one hand slowly from my face,
running his finger tantalisingly along the line of my jaw and over my lips
before sliding it gently down my chest and stomach, to massage gently at the
bulge in my jeans. I let out a sigh of delight, and his hand was replaced by
his own crotch, full and straining, grinding against mine through our
clothes as his eyes fixed on my own. I felt his hands again, this time on my
arse, squeezing firmly at my cheeks.

Transfixed by his stare, I muttered softly to him, "I think we should move
to the bedroom!"

He smiled again, and led me to his room, slowly, enticingly. In silence, we
stood facing each other and stripped each other's clothes away, piece by
piece, gradually as if unwrapping a long anticipated gift. I was so aroused
by the tender, sensual way he moved, the way he touched me softly. I
marvelled at the erotic and romantic sense of suspended time as we undressed
each other. Finally naked, we stood again, inches apart as he looked into my
face. His hand came up, and his finger touched the point of my nose, then
slowly, ever so slowly, he began to run the tip of his digit over my face,
my chin, my neck. He traced the lines of my chest, following the ridges of
my pecs and pinching softly at my erect nipples. He inched his way down my
stomach, poking with a smile at my navel, and then his eyes fixed again on
mine, an enigmatic, but lustful grin in them as his hand encircled my balls,
and his finger scraped slowly along the throbbing length of my shaft until
he scooped the droplet of pre-cum away from the head of my cock where it was
full and ready to fall.

My entire body tingled with the sensuality of his touch, my nerves racing
with desire as I simply stood and enjoyed the most amazing sensation of his
fingers exploring me. My dick was so hard it hurt and I swore I had never
before been so turned on as I was at that moment.

I started to say something, but he held his finger to my lips -- the very
finger that was now coated with the pearly drops of my pre-cum. With his
other hand, he reached down and a similar drop of sticky liquid was
retrieved from his own cock. This finger went to his own lips, and then he
moved into me, and together we licked at both fingers, tasting both his and
my oozings as we kissed again.

Now it was my turn to have him stand while I had the wondrous delight of
exploring him. But I chose to do it not with my finger but my tongue.
Slowly, gently, I licked at his face, felt the line of his jaw between my
lips and the soft skin of his neck as I nibbled my way over his tanned skin.
My hands joined in, sliding over his shoulders and down his back as my mouth
inched across his chest, my teeth finding and biting gently at his nipples,
pulling the dark skin out and letting it go as I licked and then blew warm
air onto the tiny erections. I followed the line of his six-pack down,
tracing the ridges with my tongue until I reached and probed into the warm
hole of his belly, then continued on again. As my chin lowered, I
intentionally avoided his manhood, moving to one side and sliding down his
hip and along his thigh. I dropped to my knees, and continued my journey,
slowly following the full length of his powerful leg lower and lower until
my lips were on the top of his foot, which I kissed tenderly, and then moved
quickly to the other foot to do the same in reverse.

Again I kissed and licked, nibbled and sucked at him as I gradually worked
my way up his leg, twisting now to get at the soft and tender flesh on the
inner thigh. He moaned quietly and spread his legs as wide as he could to
allow me greater access, and I happily bit at him, sliding my tongue over
the sensitive skin and getting closer and closer to his nuts. I pushed his
meaty prong upward with my head, and closed my lips over his testicles,
rolling the wonderful orbs around in their fleshy sac with my tongue. I
swallowed his balls, first one at a time and then both together, massaging
them in my mouth before letting them fall free again as my tongue began to
trace the throbbing veiny shaft of his manhood, centimetre by centimetre.

The excitement I felt was easily mirrored in him, the hardness of his
erection a telling indication of how he felt. His cock was like
velvet-coated steel, yet it was alive and twitched with every beat of his
heart. My lips slowly nibbled along that beautiful shaft and my tongue
moistened it to a glistening sheen as my teeth bit softly at him, or scraped
at the skin making him groan with pleasure. I reached the flaring ridge of
his glans and traced that lip with my tongue, then allowed myself the
delight of slowly coating his cockhead with saliva until finally I gave in
to myself and licked greedily at his slit, tasting the copious quantity of
pre-cum that was oozing from him and trailing in long streamers to the
floor.

I licked at him again, and savoured the taste of his essence for a long
moment, and then slowly closed my mouth right over his purple, rampant
cockhead. Covering him with my saliva, I gradually lowered my mouth along
his shaft, moistening it as I descended, letting my teeth scrape gently
against him and feeling his solidity fill my throat. I did not speed up or
slow down, but kept a steady, gradual pace as I swallowed him completely,
determined to take him all without gagging. I managed to do just that,
clamping my throat around him and massaging his cock with my gullet as I
teased at his shaft with my teeth and tongue before drawing back again when
I needed air. Then I began to bob up and down on him, my hands on his firm
round arse cheeks as I began to blow him.

He let me continue for a few minutes, but I could sense his growing
excitement, and soon he reached and lifted me away from himself with a
smile.

"Lie down," he said simply, a request as much as an order, but one I happily
complied with. As I lay back on the bed, he knelt beside me, leaning down
and kissing me again, a long and passionate joining of our mouths which sent
more shivers through my body. And then he began to imitate what I had just
done, licking softly and gently at me, tracing his tongue slowly all over my
body. The eroticism, the sensuality of Steve's feathery mouth against my
skin was incredible, and I surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of his lips
and teeth upon me.

When he reached my nipples he paid special attention to each of them in
turn, licking first and then suckling at them before he took each hard brown
nub firmly between his teeth and pulled it away from my chest. The tiny
pricks of pain were nothing compared to the incredible pleasure he generated
as he teased me like this and when he released my nips I groaned out loud
with delight. Steve grinned down at me again, and continued on his voyage of
exploration across my torso. As his lips found my trembling cock a shudder
went through me and the glorious sensation of warmth which engulfed me was
indescribable as he closed his mouth around my rod and suckled at me,
drowning my prick in a sea of moist caresses and heated delights. I moaned
again when Steve sucked both of my nuts into his mouth, and the pleasure was
almost too much for me as he caressed them with his tongue and rolled them
around between his teeth.

With a slurping noise he released my balls, and from where he lay he looked
along my body and smiled again, a wicked, mischievous grin.

"Mike," he breathed in a voice heavy with lust, "I wanna plug you!"

"Oh yeah!" I hissed back at him. At that moment he had me so hot, so horny,
I would have agreed to anything, although what he was asking was exactly
what I had been aching for.

"Roll over!" he whispered, and I did so quickly. He slid a pillow under me,
and I sank my trembling, rock hard cock into the softness of the cushion, my
arse pointing upwards.

Tiny shocks of anticipation shot through me as I waited, my hole exposed and
my body twitching with excitement. I felt the bed move a little as he
positioned himself, and sensed his nearness as he crouched behind me.
Suddenly, I felt the lightest tingle. Steve was gently blowing a soft stream
of warm air onto my butt, directing the flow of his breath along the crack
of my arse. I groaned with delight. Goosebumps erupted all over me with the
magical sensation he delivered. That ethereal breeze was then replaced by
the feathery touch of his talented tongue, as he slowly, sensuously licked
his way along the valley formed by my cheeks.

He skirted my puckering entrance and continued with the flickering of his
tongue across the super sensitive skin of my perinaeum, running back and
forward between my anus and the base of my scrotum. I writhed with delight
at the sensual eroticism, and ached with the building tension of
anticipation. Steve kept up this delicious teasing for several minutes,
until suddenly and without warning his tongue left off its caresses and
delved quickly into my sphincter, gently probing at me and sending waves of
pleasure through me. He coated my hole with a generous helping of his saliva
and at the same time relaxed my ring of muscle and opened it gently and
softly with his mouth.

Satisfied that I was now ready, [and I was!], he lifted his head away, and
slid his body forward, resting his long thick cock in the crevice of my
arse, his stomach against my back. He pushed my knees further apart with his
own and began to rub his meat along my crack, moistening himself with the
deposited wetness he had left. His pre-cum leaked from him and joined with
the liquid already waiting, and then I felt the head of his prick make
contact with the soft muscles of my arsehole, felt the pressure of his steel
hard rigidity against my soft target.

And then he was inside me. His entry wasn't penetration so much as
revelation. I was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but what he
did to me that night made all my previous sexual encounters feel like just
so much foreplay. I felt him sliding in, felt his flaring cockhead open my
sphincter and push its way between the walls of my hole, but there was no
pain at all. Instead, a sensual, gentle pressure massaged my anus and a
wonderful feeling of sublime pleasure surged through me as Steve gradually
began to slide deeper into my gut, filling me with his magnificent weapon.
His long thick shaft caressed my prostate and the waves of pleasure which
engulfed me emanated from the rock hard rod of manflesh he buried within me.
His insertion was slow but steady and with every additional inch of his
fuckpole that slipped into my willing rectum growing shudders of ecstasy
rocked me to the core.

When he reached his full length, his sword burrowed to the hilt within me,
he rested, and I moaned lowly with passionate enjoyment. He did not move his
body for long minutes, but instead he flexed muscles in his groin which
caused his cock to bob and twitch within me, teasing my innards and
launching even more shockwaves of delight inside me. I was filled by him,
and fulfilled. I felt complete, total, with his gigantic masculinity lost in
my bowel, and I wriggled beneath him, delighted and inflamed.

And then he began to move in earnest. He pulled back slightly and pressed
himself into me again, gradually building up a rhythm which massaged my gut
and pleasured me from within. As he did, Steve slid his arms under my body,
across my stomach, and lowered himself onto me so that his body made full
contact with mine, his chest pressing into my back, his stomach hard against
my skin. His hands crossed my chest and his fingers found and started to
play with my nipples as he hugged me to him, all the while sliding his
incredible tool in and out of my arse. I groaned with aching pleasure as the
passion rose in me, sparked by his throbbing cock and spurred on by his
pinching, pulling fingers. His tempo increased as he thrust harder and
deeper into me, taking his pleasure from me and giving me more than I knew
was possible. I went with his pace, matched his ardour as he pounded me,
clenching and gripping at his dagger of flesh with my ring of muscle in time
to his ramming.

The friction of my own prick against the soft pillow beneath me was driving
my urges higher and higher and I breathed fast and hard as he really began
to thump his meat into my soft, squelching body. As the needs of his animal
instincts took over he ploughed my gut, and I humped back at him, clasping
and heaving. We writhed together, joined as one entity, a single masculine
coupling of pure sexuality. He fucked me. Hard, fast, and yet at the same
time with a tenderness and consideration I had never experienced, he fucked
me and I fucked him back. We were a fucking, humping beast, the two of us,
moaning and gasping with the ultimate joy of total passionate abandon.

My senses reeled, and my body began to warn me that explosion was imminent,
when Steve, his arms still around me, his body pressed to mine and his
fingers still pinching at my tits, suddenly bit at the skin of my shoulder
blades. I cried out with uncontrollable pleasure as his teeth closed over
the flesh of my back. I felt him thud against me, driving his manmeat deeper
into me, and stiffen as his cock swelled within me. Spasms rocked him and at
the same time a jarring shockwave of orgasm ripped through my groin as my
cock erupted, spewing my cum into the pillow beneath me. I could feel him
twitching against me, within me as he emptied his essence into my body, his
balls pouring his juices out of that huge pole and into the receptacle of my
bowels.

Even as the tide of climax passed, he stayed there, my body wrapped in his,
my arse filled with his manhood. Slowly Steve and I fought our way back to
the land of the living together, still coupled as one. When I finally was
able to breath again, all I could do was to whisper to him.

"Un-fucking-believable!" I hissed.

He gave a weak, satisfied chuckle, and slowly began to withdraw from me, as
tender and considerate as he had been when we started. Finally apart, he
rolled off me and onto his side, and as I also rolled to my side to face
him, he looked dreamily into my face and murmured, "Thank you!"

I was lost for words. It was the best, most wonderful love making I had ever
known, far better than my wildest imagination could have predicted.

Steve and I stayed together that night, and he made love to me twice more
before the morning light forced us from the bedroom in search of
nourishment.

    **************

We quickly became an `item'. I had no hesitation in letting my friends know
I was seeing the most incredible lover on earth. I took him to parties and
dinners, films and the theatre. He took me to barbecues and football
matches, beaches and fast food joints. And we took each other to
indescribable heights of erotic and sensual bliss.

Steve struggled to like the things I enjoyed, and I did what I could to
appreciate his pastimes, but somehow neither of us felt entirely comfortable
in the world the other inhabited. Several times I toyed with the idea of
asking him to move in with me, but my logical mind told me I couldn't live
permanently with someone so different. Of course, my cock and my arse argued
that for what he had to give I could do anything! And so we went on, trying
to like each other out of bed, unable to get enough of each other in the
sack.

The best part of five months went by, and still our love making just got
better and better. But away from the bedroom we were drifting. He began to
find excuses to not come with me to dinner parties or shows, and I started
excusing myself from outings to the footy or a hamburger joint. We did spend
time together, going for drinks or dancing in bars and clubs most weekends,
and ending up in each other's arms afterward, but somehow I knew deep down
that despite the amazing sex, we were not destined to be a long term
partnership.

It was around this time that I met up with Dave once again.

Steve and I had been out for dinner -- a compromise meal of pizza and pasta
at an Italian restaurant -- and wandered into one of our favourite bars for a
drink. We were standing in a corner, I with my back to Steve, who had his
arms wrapped tightly around me, grinding his distended crotch into my denim
clad butt. He began to nibble on one ear lobe, and I let my head fall back
as I grinned. I loved the way he was so affectionate, and got turned on by
his licking and biting at me, especially in public. As my eyes closed and
Steve began to suggest some very interesting positions he wanted to try
tonight, I was startled by a voice right in front of us.

"Well, well, Mike Trenton. Long time no see!"

I looked up quickly to find Dave standing there, grinning at myself and
Steve.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he said with a smirk, and added,
"although this is a public bar you know!"

I blushed for a second, and started to cough until I found my voice. "Hi,
Dave. Good to see you again." The hard poker of Steve's restrained cock was
still pressing into my back, demanding attention. Turning slightly, but not
losing contact with him, I indicated the man behind me. "Dave, this is
Steve. Steve, meet Dave, an old friend of mine from school."

"Hi Steve," Dave smiled.

"Hi," said Steve quietly, a grin splitting his face as he did.

I looked around, and said to Dave enquiringly, "Where's um ..."

" ... Gerry?" he finished for me.

"Yeah?"

"Gone! We split up some time ago. He was too possessive, wouldn't let me out
of his sight and I felt smothered. It wasn't a nice break." He grimaced as
he said it.

"Hey, I'm sorry, mate," I sympathised.

"That's okay. Looks like you found your Mr Right," he said, nodding at
Steve. Steve grinned back and hugged me tighter.

"Uh huh," I murmured, as Steve planted a big kiss on my lips.

"Well, I should be going," Dave stammered, an look in his eyes I couldn't
identify as he studied Steve and I closely.

"Oh, okay. Hey, we should get together one night, talk over old times," I
offered.

"Yeah, that'd be good." His tone was non-committal, like he suddenly wanted
to be as far from the two of us as he could manage. "Maybe I'll catch you
later on." With that he was gone.

I puzzled over Dave's reaction to me, to us, for the rest of the evening. I
wondered at his words as Steve and I walked back to his place hand in hand.
I even thought of Dave fleetingly as Steve undressed me with his teeth that
night, but soon put him out of my mind as the incredible lover in my bed
whisked me away to places of incredible pleasure.

Over the next few weeks I thought more and more about Dave, wondered where
he was, what he was doing. I looked for him whenever we went to the bars,
and more than once I pictured Dave as my partner when Steve and I were
making love. The guilt that this induced made me swear to myself that I had
to stop thinking about him, but somehow, I just couldn't keep him from my
mind.

To be continued...

Comments, complaints or compliments? Email me at iainlthr@hotmail.com


This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!