Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 11:02:31 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: David Returns Home

This is the sixth story about David who at the beginning of the story is 21
years old.

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David Returns Home


David sat beside Sylvia's hospital bed holding her hand. She was connected
to various instruments that were monitoring her state. She was unconscious
and looked very pale and much older than her 66 years.

Only hours before - maybe 36 hours - David had received the text message
from Peter saying that Sylvia had had a stroke and that her condition was
critical. He had been sitting in the sunshine on Bondi beach in Australia
wondering whether or not to go for a swim. Peter had sent him occasional
text messages over the 14 months he had been away, usually on his birthday
or such other event, and to let him know that he was not forgotten. But
this was the first time he had texted with actual news. And what terrible
news. He had always liked Sylvia. She had been a part of his life since his
earliest childhood. They could not be described as close friends. They did
not see each other often enough for that. But they both seemed to
understand the somewhat strange character of the other and they had always
been comfortable in the others company.

David gathered up his towel and book and put it with the 'phone into his
backpack. He pulled on his trainers and ran to where he had parked his
bike. He was soon pedalling furiously the 5 miles back to the house he
shared with 3 other guys near Sydney city centre. He ran up to his room and
packed his passport and a few items precious to him into his now empty
backpack. The items he took were mainly photographs and of course his
diary. He did not bother with clothes. He took the bag of cash - in various
currencies - from underneath his underpants in the chest of drawers, and
stuffed it into the pocket of his shorts together with his credit cards. He
called for a taxi from his mobile and went downstairs to wait for it.

Andy - one of his houseshares - was in the hall. Andy was tall and
muscular, very bronzed and very blond. And straight - apart from once when
they were both fairly drunk. "What's up?" he asked.

"I haven't got time to explain. I have to get back home," David said. Home
was not a word he had associated much with the UK over the last year. But
he was going home. "Do what you like with the stuff in my room. I don't
think I shall be back. He got four $50 notes out of his wallet and gave
them to Andy. "That should cover anything I owe." At that moment a car horn
sounded outside indicating that the taxi had arrived. David held out his
hand which Andy shook. "Say goodbye for me to everyone else." With that he
rushed outside to the taxi and told the driver to take him to the airport.

The man behind the British Airways desk took one look at him - shorts,
sweaty vest, trainers, and no luggage - and told him that there were no
seats available on the next flight. Singapore airlines told him they had
some seats available although the lady behind the desk gave him a quizzical
look when he asked for a business class seat. "It's Ok. I intend to buy
some clothes in the shops here. There is a family emergency at home and I
had to leave in a hurry." His credit card was accepted for the expensive
fare and he was given his tickets. The plane was due to depart in 90
minutes, so he went straight through the passport and security
formalities. He went to the business class lounge - where the doorkeeper
looked carefully at his ticket and then only reluctantly, it seemed, let
him pass. David went straight to the bathroom facilities and had a long
shower. He dried himself and then used the complimentary toiletries to have
a shave. His hair was a little unkempt, but with a little bit of hair gel
he was able to make it look presentable. Then he went out in search of some
more appropriate clothes. Appropriate for both the UK weather and the
business class seat he had purchased.

If David expected to be welcomed into the up market clothes shops that
frequent all modern airports, he was wrong. It was only in the fourth shop,
that specialised in clothes from sports brands, that he was made to feel
welcome. And it soon became apparent that the welcome from the sales
assistant was sexual as much as business.

"I've got a business class ticket and need to get some new clothes if they
are to let me on the plane," David explained with a smile.

"OK. Underwear first," the assistant replied. David was about to tell him
his size when the assistant, whose badge declared that his name was Bruce,
stopped him and told him he liked to guess his clients measurements. David
soon found out that that meant that his body was in for a great deal of
touching, pressing and feeling. After putting his hands around David's
waist, he declared "32 inch waist." Bruce pointed to a changing room and
said "Go in there and take your clothes off." David chuckled to himself. He
had not been hustled like this before. Certainly not in a shop in broad
daylight.

 "What the hell," he thought, "go with it."

David went behind the curtain and was removing his clothes when Bruce
pulled the curtain back and watched him strip. He made no effort to hide
the fact that he was enjoying himself. David stopped when he was down to
his old underpants . He looked at Bruce who just leant forward and pulled
his underpants down. David's cock, which had been beginning to swell, shot
to attention revealing the gold ring through his cockhead in all its
glory. "Oh nice," Bruce said taking hold of David's cock and fondling the
ring.

"I think you had better stop that unless you want some mess to clear
up". Bruce came fully into the large cubicle and pulled the curtain closed
behind him. He crouched down and took David's cock in his mouth and started
sucking him off. He used his tongue with great effect to tease the gold
ring and his left hand to fondle David's balls. With his right hand he took
out his own cock and stroked his erect penis. David groaned and pulled
Bruce's head further onto his cock. It was not long before they both
climaxed. Bruce greedily swallowed all David could give him and carefully
left his cock clean, licking the last droplets of spunk from the tip. He
looked up and smiled at David. "I think we both needed that." He cleaned up
his own spunk with a cloth he got out of his suit pocket. Then he reached
outside the cubicle and got hold of a pair of white Nike briefs which he
gave to David. David put them on. Bruce then took his time feeling his
chest and arms. His measurements included quite a play with David's now
ultra sensitive nipples. Then he left the changing room and went and got
David a dark pink Nike tee-shirt, which David put on. He then felt his hips
and rubbed his hands all over David's legs, before getting a pair of mid
brown cotton trousers together with a chocolate brown leather belt. David
pulled those on. All the clothes that Bruce had selected fitted him
perfectly, although David was sure that he could have done that just by
looking at him. Not that David ever minded being the centre of someone
else's sexual desires. David came out of the cubical and went to a mirror
to look at himself. Bruce came back with some fawn socks and a pair of dark
brown boat shoes. "Haven't you got anything else than boat shoes? Not
really my style."

"Well trainers won't do. Hang on. I have an idea," Bruce said, and went out
of the shop. He returned with a pair of the famous Williams elastic sided
boots which he had got from the Australian Boutique next door. David looked
at himself in the mirror and thought he would pass muster on board the
plane. Bruce had not thought about the cold in London, so David picked up a
dark blue hoodie sweatshirt, and a new backpack into which he transferred
his few belongings.

"Could you put my old clothes in this," David said handing Bruce the old
backpack "and dump it somewhere?"

"Oh that would be such a waste. I know exactly what to do with your old
clothes," Bruce said fondling his crotch.

"I hope you enjoy them," David replied with a broad grin.

After paying the bill with his credit card, the two shook hands, which
David considered to a bit ridiculous after what had happened in the
changing room and headed off to the departure gate. The lady checking
tickets was the same one who had sold him his ticket at the landside
counter. She did a double take at the smart young man who smiled back.

David made his way to the plane, and was shown to his seat by a Singapore
Airlines steward. David examined him as the steward reached up to put his
backpack into the overhead locker. He had the black hair he always
associated with guys of Chinese extraction, although looking at his facial
features David suspected that he was probably part European. He was rather
slimmer and less muscular than the type that usually interested David the
most, but his slim waist and hips and the bulge in his crotch that was
emphasised by his somewhat tight trousers caught David's attention.

"I said would you like a glass of Champagne, sir?," the steward said. David
realised that he had been rather too preoccupied with the guys crotch.

"Yes please," he replied. "Will you be looking after me the whole journey?"
David asked while trying his best to look as innocent as possible.

"Only to Singapore, sir. But your comfort and pleasure is of the greatest
importance to this airline and to me, sir," the steward replied in a
neutral tone. As the steward moved away, David was not sure whether he had
seen a trace of a wink.

The guy returned with a glass of bubbly. David noticed his name badge and
said "Thank you, Peter. My name is David by the way and I would rather you
called me that than 'sir', if your airlines rules permit it."

"As I said, your pleasure is my prime motivation, David, and I will do
whatever you ask." This time David was sure he saw a wink.

Business class was not very full, just 3 other people. They were an elderly
couple and a young man that David guessed was probably only 17 or 18. "Must
have rich parents," David thought. The plane eventually took off and David
was served some more champagne and then a delicious meal. The crew dimmed
the lights as the plane headed into the blackness and David settled down to
watch a film.

David found that he was unable to concentrate on the film and that his mind
kept returning to Peter, the steward. He began to fondle his erect cock
through his trousers. There was no one alongside him on the plane, so he
was not worried about being seen massaging himself. He began to feel a
slight dampness in his crotch so he decided to go to the toilet and finish
the job he had started. As he walked down the aisle Peter came out of the
small galley. Perhaps his eyes were more accustomed to the dim light but he
was obviously aware of David's erection and as he came close to him he took
hold of his cock through the material. "Is there something I can do to help
you?" he asked while squeezing his cock.

"Yes Peter I think there is. Do you think you could give me a good hard
fuck?"

Peter looked around business class cabin. The three other passengers seemed
to be asleep.

"Certainly sir. Go to the toilet and I will meet you in a minute. Leave the
door unlocked."

David did as he was told. Soon the door opened and Peter came in. "I don't
have long," Peter whispered in David's ear. One of my colleagues is
covering for me while I relieve myself."  He turned David round and put his
arms around his waist to undo David's belt and trousers, which dropped to
the floor, followed by his underpants. Peter dropped his trousers and
underpants and the head of his hard cock was soon at the entrance to
David. Peter used a little of the liquid soap as a lubricant and entered
David in a single movement. David braced himself against the wall above the
toilet. Peter massaged David's cock as he pounded his rear end. It did not
take long for Peter to deliver his seed deep inside David who shot himself
as he felt the penis exploding within him. Peter leaned near David's
ear. When I leave do not lock the door or the engaged light will come
on. Count slowly to 50 and then come out." By this time Peter had wiped his
cock and pulled up his trousers. After quickly checking himself in the
mirror, he opened the door and left. The whole encounter was over in less
than 4 minutes.

David sat down on the toilet and expelled the spunk from within him. He
cleaned himself up. He guessed that the 50 count was up by then and he left
the toilet and returned to his seat. He soon fell asleep in the afterglow
of the gorgeous fuck he had just enjoyed.

There was a second seat in business class right alongside David's, who was
sleeping with his head on a pillow resting against the window blind. David
was aroused by someone sitting down alongside him. He opened his eyes and
saw the other single passenger grinning at him. Close up David guessed that
he was probably younger than he first thought. Maybe only 16.

"Hi. My names Scott. I thought you might like to see the new tablet
computer I bought in Hong Kong on the trip out." He showed the screen to
David who could clearly see a video of himself going into the toilet,
followed not long afterwards by the steward. "It works very well in dim
light doesn't it? So you joined the mile high club? Want to see you both
coming out again with big grins on your faces?"

"No. What of it? We are both consenting adults."

"Yes indeed. In UK terms you are. But if I show this around the steward
will certainly be sacked, and I am not sure the Singapore authorities would
take kindly to what you did on one of their planes." Scott gave David an
angelic smile.

"What do you want?" David asked.

"Don't worry. I will come to that. But how about getting lover boy to get
me a drink. As I am travelling alone they have only let me have soft
drinks. Bacardi and coke would do nicely. A large one."

David pressed the buzzer and Peter quickly responded. He seemed a bit
surprised to see Scott sitting alongside David. "A brandy and a Bacardi and
coke please, Peter." Peter did not say anything but looked from one to the
other, not sure what to do. "It is alright Peter. Scott is a friend of
mine. I will take responsibility for him. He came to sit alongside me as he
thought he saw something that disturbed him and wondered if he should tell
the captain." The upward inflexion of David's voice at the end of the
sentence and the imploring look on David's face helped the penny drop and
Peter went away and got the drinks. Scott sat there looking very much like
the cat that had got all the cream and then some.

Peter gave them their drinks. David decided not to restart the
conversation. Scott just sat looking and grinning at him. After a minute or
two Scott put his hand in David's crotch and started feeling his cock and
balls. David did not stop him or say anything. "Show me your cock," Scott
said. David calmly got out his mobile and flicked through a few pictures
before showing Scott a picture of him sitting on the edge of a swimming
pool. He was naked and his cock and balls were clear to see. "No, get it
out and let me see it."

"That is not going to happen," David replied.

"You seem to be forgetting my little home movie," Scott replied picking up
his tablet. "You're mine and you will do what you are told - or else."

David sighed and moved his head so that his face was only a couple of
inches from Scott's. "Do it. And I will deny it and tell them that you
spliced some shots together to make your home movie. They will know that it
is easy enough to do. And I will also tell them that you were trying to
blackmail me to help you take drugs into Singapore. They take a very dim
view of drugs there. You will be in for several hours of hell before they
find nothing and let you go."

"I'm not bluffing," Scott said.

"Nor am I. Do you want me to call the steward or will you?"

The grin on Scott's face disappeared as his previous self-confidence
crumpled and he started to cry. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a bit of
fun and to have a friend I could rely on."

David put his arm around the boy. "You can't buy people or blackmail them
into being your friend. You can only make friends by giving a bit of
yourself while asking for nothing in return. You then have to see what
happens and risk the result. Why not just try it? You might surprise
yourself. Just give of yourself kid."

The use of the word 'kid' made Scott pull away from David. "I am not a
kid."

"Sorry. Just be yourself Scott and then maybe we could be friends. Shall we
start again?" Scott nodded and David ordered some more drinks. "Tell me
about yourself."

Over the next ten minutes Scott gave David a potted resume of himself. His
name was Scott Porter and he was just 16 years old. His parents had
divorced 4 years before and he had been at boarding school in England
although he just been expelled. He spent his holidays either with his
father in Hong Kong, where he was part of the UK diplomatic mission, or
with his mother, who had moved to Australia after the divorce. He told
David that neither really wanted him and that they just gave him a roof
when he was not at school. He was now being sent back to the UK to live
with an aunt and go to a sixth form college to finish his schooling.

"Why were you expelled?" David asked. Scott did not reply but looked at his
hands. "Friends don't have secrets. You must trust me. I am not going to
judge you."

"Nobody much liked me at school. I guess they sensed that I was gay. One
day a guy broke into my locker and found a porno mag. I caught him showing
it to his friends. They all laughed at me. I was so angry I went for
him. He got a broken arm and concussion. What with that and the magazine
being mine, they told my father that it would be best if I did not come
back to start studying for my 'A' levels. My Father has told me that this
is my last chance. I hate him."

"Don't hate him. Hate is such a negative emotion. My parents were both
killed when I was 8. So even though I have had a great guardian, I know
what it is like to feel alone, especially when coming to terms with being
gay. So if you want a real friend I am happy for it to be me. Tell me
something. Were you going to try to blackmail me into bed with you?"

"No offence, but I am not sure I am really ready for that. Well not yet
anyway."

They changed planes in Singapore. David asked the Singapore airlines people
to move their seats together and they spent the flight to London enjoying
each other's company, although Scott seemed to do most of the
talking. Scott kept touching David. David was not sure whether he wanted to
keep checking that David was real or whether he just liked the affection
that touching implies. It did not seem to have any sexual overtones,
although David could not be sure what was going on in the mind of the
obviously damaged and complicated young man next to him.

 When they came through customs at Heathrow, Scott saw his aunt. David
thought it strange that she held out her hand to her nephew who took it and
squeezed it. David heard her say "Look Scott I am off to Switzerland for a
month or so. My housekeeper will look after you." David saw the hurt look
on Scott's face at another rejection and decided to be a true friend and
speak up for him.

"You can't just leave him like that. He's your responsibility."

"No he's not. He has just been dumped on me as I am too nice to say no. And
who are you anyway?"

"I'm his friend. If you don't want him, he can come and stay with me. Come
on Scott."

David heard the woman say 'suits me' as they walked away.

They went outside and joined the taxi queue. Soon they were on their way to
David's home. Although he still had his keys he decided to ring the
doorbell. Mrs McTavish answered the door and her face lit up at the sight
of her boy. They hugged for a long time until Peter and then Jeremy came to
the door and greeted the long lost stranger. Scott coughed quietly behind
him and David remembered that he was there. "This is my new friend
Scott. He has no where to stay so I told him he could stay here. We have
lots of room."

"New friend?" Peter asked wondering whether he meant new partner. He
thought he seemed rather young for his ex-ward.

"Not like that. We met on the plane and got on famously. You don't mind do
you?"

"Of course not. And anyway it's your house."

"No. It's our home. It belongs to us all. But Scott will fit in just
fine. He can share the downstairs flat with me. Unless you have let it
while I have been away."

They all laughed and David helped Scott with his bags and showed him into
the self contained set of rooms they all called 'the apartment' that had
been the home of his 'minders' when he was young, and that he had taken
over once they left. He gave Scott the smaller of the two bedrooms that
shared the on suite bathroom between the 2 rooms. Scott asked if he could
have a shower.

"Please make this your home as that is what it is for as long as you want
it. I will go and talk to Mrs M about some food. I know they stuffed us on
the plane but I am peckish."

David went to the kitchen where Mrs McTavish was busy preparing food. "Do
you want breakfast or lunch or dinner? Long distance travel always throws
my digestive system out of kilter."

"The last meal we had on the plane was breakfast - when it was still
dark. How about coffee and a lump of your wonderful fruit cake? You have
got cake I hope."

"I made a Dundee cake a couple of days ago when we heard about Sylvia. I
knew you would come home.  Where did you find your wounded bird?" she
asked.

"You are still as sharp as ever. On the plane. He says his parents don't
want him. They live abroad. And the aunt he was to stay with in the UK was
about to dump him on her housekeeper and go off on holiday."

"So you thought you would dump him on your housekeeper?"

David went and put his arms around her waist. Only at that moment did he
fully realise how much he had missed her.  "I am not sure you were ever my
housekeeper. You have always been my friend - maybe my best friend. But
even if you were just a housekeeper, I know you are never happier than when
you are fussing over someone, especially a wounded bird. And I think Scott
needs someone like you just as much as I do."  Mrs McTavish pulled his head
towards her and kissed him on the cheek.

"It's good to have you home. It has been far too long."

"I know. But I needed time to sort myself out. I think I am ready to go
forward again."

After coffee and cake David left Scott with Mrs McTavish and got his car
out and drove to the hospital with Peter. They went into the private room
where Sylvia lay unconscious. David went and sat beside her and took hold
of her hand. "What do the doctors think?" David said in a whisper.

"The doctors are not sure. They say she might regain consciousness. She
might even make a full recovery in time. But with doctors you can never be
sure whether they are just trying to give you hope. But they say we should
not talk in whispers. Rather we should talk to her."

"OK. I want to stay for a while. If you want to go, perhaps you could pick
me up at six?"

Peter nodded and left.

David kissed Sylvia's hand. "Now what do we talk about? Neither of us were
ever great at small talk. I suppose I could read to you. But I don't really
know what you might like. When you come back to me, I must remember to ask
you.  Perhaps I should tell you about what I have been up to since I went
away. If you can hear me I hope some of it won't shock you. I guess I will
have to tell you all of it if it is to make any sense. But then maybe the
shock will bring you back to me. At the moment I would love nothing more
than to get the sharp end of your wit."