Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2013 14:40:23 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: David Waits

This is the eighth story about David and follows on directly from the last
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David Waits

When they awoke in the morning, Scott no longer had his head on David's
shoulder. But he was lying alongside him with his arm stretched across
David's chest. "I hope you didn't mind me getting into bed with you," Scott
said "but I felt so lonely. I guess nobody likes me and nobody wants me."

"That comment sounds suspiciously like a set up for me to say that I like
you and I want you," David replied as he rolled onto his side to look his
young friend in the eye. "I do like you, when you are not being a jerk as
frankly you were at dinner last night. You have to let other people speak
sometimes and listen to what they say. And I do want you. You are my friend
and I am in this for the long run - like forever. You are welcome in this
home for as long as you like and you are welcome in my bed whenever you
have the need. Now is that all clear?"

"I guess I just needed you to say it." Their two bodies were close together
and both had an erection that the other could sense against their legs. "Do
you want to do something....you know...with me?"

David rolled onto his back. "I am not sure how to answer that. I like you
and I find you attractive. But I think it is up to you to decide if we ever
do anything. I am certainly not going to force myself on you or try and
take advantage of my position. You are at the age where you will almost
certainly decide that you want to do something with me or with someone
else. I won't be hurt if you just want me as a friend. The only thing I
would say is that whatever people say, sex does not come naturally. A lot
of it is just a mechanical process and you have to learn how to do it if
you and your partners are to get the most from it. Maybe it is easier to
learn with a friend than make a dick of yourself with a stranger you have
the hots for."

"Did you learn from a friend?"

"Yes and no. I found someone when I was about your age at school who I had
the definite hots for and got him to teach me. We are still friends, I
think."

"Think?"

"It's a long story but he was one of the reasons I ran away. We had better
get up." David got out of bed and went into the bathroom followed by
Scott. It was the first time that either had seen the others cock. "Bloody
hell Scott that's not fair. Your cock must be 9 inches or more and it's
pretty fat."

Most men when complimented about the size of their equipment would have
grinned with pleasure. Scott just pulled a face and David wondered if he
was going to cry again. "What's the matter, Scott? Aren't you proud of your
tool? I know I would be."

"No I hate it. I really like the idea of fucking a guy. Twice I have been
with guys who said they wanted me to, and twice, when they saw my cock,
they told me it was just too big and so nothing happened. They told me that
no one could take it. Guess I will never get my end away as I want to."

"So that is why you are still a virgin. I had wondered. But those guys are
as wrong as they could be. There are loads of men who want a huge cock like
yours up their arse more than anything else. Me included."

"They said it was anatomically impossible."

"I bet they believe in Santa Claus as well. I have had one as big as yours
in me - it might even have been a bit bigger - and it felt great."

"You mean you would like to take mine?"

"I told you, it is up to you to make such decisions. But I would be lying
if I did not say that I would like you to fuck me and I would like to be
your first."

"But you are sort of my guardian. I can't make you subservient to me. Make
you play the woman. Turn you into my bitch."

David put his arm around Scott's shoulders. "You have some very funny ideas
of man sex. If you fuck me I will be just as much a man as you are. I will
not be subservient to you, and I find all this stuff about how one guy
feminises another frankly pretty daft. You cannot turn me into anything I
don't want to be simply by fucking me. I have told you that fucking is
mainly mechanical. But it feels bloody good whichever end of the cock you
are on. I don't just lie there and do nothing when I am fucked. I like sex
to be explosive for both people."

"Will you teach me? Can I fuck you now?"

"No. You have an appointment with the headmaster of your new school and I
have to get to the hospital. Maybe this afternoon?"

Scott grinned and then noticed that David had no pubic hair and saw the
gold ring through his cock head. "That looks cool getting rid of the
fuzz. Not sure about the ring though. Guess I will shave mine."

"Let me do it this afternoon," David replied.

After breakfast David drove Scott to his old school. "Have you got money
for a taxi home?" David asked. Scott did not reply but looked at his
feet. David got three £10 notes out of his wallet and held them out to
Scott. Scott eventually took them. "Another thing we must do this afternoon
is to formalise our relationship." David must have noticed the look of
concern on Scott's face. "Please stop thinking that everything I say has
some deep ulterior motive. We need to let your parents know what is
happening. That is only right. I think the least they could do is pay
towards your upkeep and the school fees. But if they don't want to that is
fine as well. But you need money for yourself and I am quite happy to give
you an allowance if they won't. Guess I am trying to turn you into my own
personal tart."

Scott looked at David who wondered yet again whether this somewhat fragile
boy was about to cry. The grin on David's face he hoped made it clear that
it was a joke. "I guess when you have money," David said "it is easy to say
well it is 'only money'. But to me it is."

Scott got out of the car. As he turned to shut the door he said "£30
won't even buy you a lick of my cock. I'm a high class tart." He winked at
David and after shutting the car door walked away with his hand on his hip
and mincing down the path. David laughed out loud. He hoped that they had
turned a corner in their somewhat strange relationship.

David drove to the hospital and was soon sitting alongside Sylvia holding
her hand. "I think my life has just got a lot more complicated. I have sort
of adopted this boy - well he is 16 coming on 93 - who I met on the plane
and whose parents don't seem to want. He still has his virginity that he is
desperate, like all men of his age, to lose. And I have volunteered. The
only trouble is, I am extremely excited about the prospect of going to bed
with him. I am not sure my motives are as pure as I like to think they
are. Guess I will find out later on. Anyway let's get back to my time
abroad."

David returned to Stockholm from the army camp.  Sven had telephoned his
brother in the States, who said he was happy for him to use his
apartment. Olof said that he planned to have a few days holiday and would
not be back for another 10 days. David decided to stay in Stockholm for a
while so that he could see his friend and have a look around the beautiful
city. But after the first day he got a bit bored. He had been shopping to
buy some groceries and some clothes and had done a lot of the tourist
sites. He had not felt that it would be right just to borrow Olof's clothes
without permission, but he only bought clothes that he thought he really
needed. And he still had Sven's army gear. Anyway he guessed Olof's clothes
might be bit small for him as he was more Sven's size and Olof had been a
bit smaller than his brother.

On the second evening alone in Stockholm he went to a local bar. He sat on
a stool by the bar enjoying a beer. There were not many people in as it was
still quite early, so the barman chatted to him. He correctly judged that
David was English and asked him if he was on holiday. David replied in
Swedish that he was on a sort of holiday but as he was enjoying himself he
planned to extend his stay.

"You don't want a job do you?" the barman asked.

"What sort of a job?"

"Here in the bar. Unlike you British, many people expect to be served at
their table. When it is not busy, the barman can do that as well as pour
the drinks. But when we are busy, we need waiters. The pay is quite good
and you can get tips. People usually let you keep the small change from
their bill and if you serve enough tables you can earn quite a bit. You
have to share the tips with the barman of course."

"I have never done anything like that before. But I would like to give it a
go. When do you want me?"

The barman looked at the clock."In about an hour would be good. My current
waiter has just rung in to say he is quitting. And the girl who also works
here is on holiday until the end of next week."

David finished his beer as the barman explained his duties. He was to walk
around the bar, taking orders for food and drinks and enter them in an
electronic device he showed him. This transmitted the order to the bar and
to the kitchen. He would pour the drinks which David was to take to the
customer and take any payment, either then or at the end of the evening -
whichever suited the customer better. The kitchen would beep him when food
orders were ready for collection. He showed him how to work the credit card
machine for those who wanted to pay electronically. Then he took David into
a room at the back. He gave him a black Guinness tee-shirt that he took
from the plastic bag and slipped on, and a white apron that he tied around
his waist. He fixed the money purse to his belt. When they went back into
the bar, David could see that a group of 4 men had arrived and were sitting
at a table looking at the menu. David hovered around them until they were
ready to order. He had started working.

He was kept busy all night until the bar shut at midnight. To David the
time just flew by. He sat with the barman and owner, who was called
Erik. They had a beer as David cashed up. The money that was left after he
had handed over the cash and credit card slips for the food and drink he
delivered, was the tips. They added up to just over 500 Kroner or nearly
£50.

"That is amazing. Swedes are not the best tippers in the world. Two to
three hundred kroner would be more average."

"They all seemed to know that I am English even though I don't think my
Swedish is bad. Lots wanted to practise their English on me. Perhaps that
helped."

"Whatever the reason, you have saved my life. I could not have run the bar
on my own very well. I hope you will be back tomorrow. You can keep all the
tips tonight. We can split from tomorrow."

"OK Erik, thanks. I'll see you at 6.00pm."

David left the bar and went back to the apartment. He was tired but felt
rather pleased with himself. Working for a living seemed the right thing
for him to do, even though he did not need the money. He went to bed and
slept soundly.

David worked every day from six to midnight. Sometimes he swapped places
with Erik and poured the drinks rather than just take the orders. All was
going very well until the waitress, Suzie, came back from her holiday. At
first she was very friendly. But David thought her rather lazy. She was
content to leave people waiting for an order to be taken, which meant that
David, who was not prepared to leave people unattended, ended up taking
many more orders than her. At the end of the first shift she told David
that they had to share all the tips 3 ways. Apart from the fact that he had
seen her put some money from the wallet into her own pocket to deprive the
barman of his cut, she had not worked as hard and had not earned as
much. David was content to share the tips with Erik as they both
contributed to keeping the customers happy. But he made it clear to Erik
that he would quit rather than share with Suzie. Erik said that tips had
never been shared between waiters. So David kept on working. But it was not
pleasant working with Suzie who did what she could - which admittedly was
not much - to make life awkward for David.

Olof also came home. They were pleased to see each other and enjoyed
catching up. David had assumed that they would restart their physical
relationship, but Olof had ignored David's advances.

"Look David," Olof said on their second night "I have a boyfriend called
Anders, and it would not be right to .... well you know." David met Anders,
and Olof and he looked very happy with each other. It was clear that
Anders, who was still a student, used to stay often with his
boyfriend. That was not possible while David was there even though he said
he was quite happy to sleep on the sofa. David realised that he would have
to find somewhere else to live, and fairly soon. Olof kept telling him that
he was very welcome to stay as long as he liked. But David knew he was
rather in the way.

The day before Suzie returned to work David went in early to look after the
bar on his own as Erik had an appointment with his accountant. There were
few people in. But a tall guy with short black hair and wearing a heavy and
expensive black leather jacket came into the bar and sat on a stool. David
guessed that he was about 40 years old. He ordered a beer which David
poured and passed to him. As he went about his work David kept eyeing the
customer. He found him attractive but was not sure why. His features were
rather hard and angular and he made no effort to smile. But David liked his
square chin and the dark shadow around his face. David liked hairy men. He
also exuded a certain power in the way he sat with a straight back. David
suspected that there was a lot of muscle under the clothes.

"You are a very good barman," he said in English.

"Thank you sir," David replied.

"Do you make good tips?"

David just smiled not wanting to offend a customer but not intending to
answer.

"I think you do. I have watched you waiting at table over the past few
nights. You seem to judge the customers so well. You know which ones to
flirt with; which ones to be very businesslike with; which ones to fawn
over. And I love the way you deal with parties of girls. The camp act you
put on for them makes you both non threatening and not available. If you
ever wish to leave here, I would give you a job straight away at one of my
bars in Germany. And I think you could earn much more money than you do
here." David thanked him but said he was happy working for Erik.

A week later the guy came in again. "I thought I would come in and ask you
if you had changed your mind about working for me. I shall be going home to
Hamburg the day after tomorrow and would like to take you with me."

David looked him straight in the eye. "Is that meant as a come on?"

"Yes and in more ways than one. You are a very attractive guy and I am not
saying that I would not like to get you into my bed. But I am realistic
enough to know that you would not be interested in someone so much older
than you and someone with such undistinguished looks. But I own a number of
gay bars in Hamburg. They are select and expensive. Most of my clients tend
to be both older and richer than the people you serve here. They like being
served by attractive young men while they socialise and while they watch
the shows we put on. And they tip handsomely for good service and the
attention my boys give them. My name is Kurt, by the way."

Kurt held out his hand and David took it after wiping and drying his hand
on a bar cloth. Kurt's hand was large and he had a very strong grip. Either
Kurt could see the question forming on David's face or he had done this so
often that he knew what was going through his mind. "No I am not trying to
turn you into a prostitute of some kind. Indeed many of the boys I employ
are straight and would never consider going all the way with a man. But
they are prepared to be friendly, even very friendly, for the money they
can earn. If you take the job you would be required to show yourself off;
to flirt with all the clients whether you find them attractive or not, and
not be too upset if clients touch you or even try to proposition you. My
clients know how far they can go in my bars and that they will be barred if
they go over that point. But if you made a private arrangement to go with
clients in your own time, that would be a matter for you as long as you do
not cause problems for the business."

"One question," David said. "Can you find me somewhere to live in Hamburg
if I work for you?"

"Yes. I have a large apartment and you could stay with me for a few days
while I sort something out. You can have your own bedroom and it even has a
lock on the door, if you are worried. Some of my boys share apartments. If
you get on with any of them, maybe you could move in with them. But I have
contacts and would certainly be able to find you a good place to live at a
reasonable price."

David went to serve some new customers which gave him a time to think. He
wondered if he was taking a silly risk and potentially getting himself into
a dangerous situation. But 'white slavery' was surely only a myth. Wasn't
it? He also could not quite understand Kurt. He clearly had great presence
and confidence. And yet seemed to think that no one of David's age would
find him attractive. It did not make sense. But at that moment Suzie turned
up for work - late as usual - and that made up David's mind. He returned to
the bar.

"I would like to give it a try. I don't know if I would take to that kind
of work and might not be able to stick with it. But I would like to do it
if you are prepared to take the risk."

For the first time Kurt smiled and held out his hand again. They shook on
the deal and Kurt said "I will meet you outside here at 10.00am the day
after tomorrow." He finished his beer and left.

When Erik returned from his meeting, David told him that he was leaving
after his shift the next day. Erik was disappointed, although he always
knew that David was only a temporary stopgap. Suzie was ecstatic. When
David told Olof about the man in the bar and the new job, he was given all
the arguments that had already gone through his own mind against taking the
job. But his mind was made up. The following day he said goodbye to Olof
and went and waited outside his old place of employment for Kurt. A top of
the range BMW convertible drew up with Kurt at the driving wheel. The
weather was warm and he was wearing only a tee shirt. David could see the
large muscles on his arms and the broad chest. David did not think that
there was an ounce of fat on him. The boot flipped open and David put his
single rucksack inside. Then he got into the front passenger seat alongside
Kurt who gave him a big grin as they drove off.

David looked at his watch. It was 12.30. "I am going to go now Sylvia. The
nurses told me that Mark is coming in this afternoon, and I am not sure
that I am quite ready to see him yet. But I will be back tomorrow. I
promise." David leant over the unconscious body and kissed Sylvia gently on
the cheek.

When David got home he went to the kitchen. Mrs McTavish was busy preparing
that evenings dinner. But she broke off and made them both a cup of
coffee. "Is Scott home? " David asked.

"Yes he got back about an hour ago. He said he had to write a letter to his
parents to tell them what was happening. What are you going to do if they
tell him he can't stay here? I am not sure he would cope with being sent
away again."

"I don't think they will. They obviously have very little affection for
Scott. I think they will be pleased to offload him. But if they do get
difficult, I shall play dirty. His father is in the Diplomatic Service and
I don't think would take kindly to the publicity that I am certain I could
leak out of a custody battle in court. And I would certainly take the
matter to the Courts." David finished his coffee and went off in search of
Scott.

He found him lying completely naked on David's bed slowly stroking the
large cock in his hand. He looked up when David entered. David went over to
the bed and took Scott's cock in his hand and felt its wide girth. He
rubbed his thumb over the cock head and made Scott moan. "I hope you still
want to do this," David said.

"Yes. Get your clothes off." David took a step away and began stripping for
Scott who went back to stroking his cock as David removed first his jacket
and tee shirt revealing his erect nipples. Then his boots and jeans until
he stood in his underpants. He slowly lowered them revealing his throbbing
cock. David went towards the bed and straddled Scott's waist. He moved his
head down to kiss his friend. But when their lips met and David probed his
tongue into Scott's mouth, Scott moved his head to the side. "I don't feel
right being kissed by a bloke," Scott explained.

David got up again and noticed that Scott no longer had an erection. "The
mouth is a very important part of man sex," David said. "I can't imagine
sex without kissing and sucking. I need to taste you and you will find that
your mouth is very sensitive when exploring another guys body.

"But you were putting your tongue in my mouth." David understood that Scott
was still thinking about submission and domination.

"How about if we swap places and you kiss me?" Scott got up and David lay
in his place. Scott straddled David's waist and slowly moved his head
towards David's mouth, clearly unsure if he wanted to go through with a
full blown kiss. When he was still about a foot away, David put his hand
behind Scott's head and brought their mouths together. He opened his mouth
and Scott pushed his tongue a small way into David's mouth. David let his
tongue just flick against his friends and in this way drew Scott's tongue
deeper inside. When he could take his own tongue no further into the back
of his own mouth, he advanced and the tongues wrapped themselves around
each other in David's willing mouth. David wondered how long it would be
before Scott ended the kiss.  But David took hold of his nipples in his
fingers and gently played with them. This must have aroused Scott as he
began to kiss with greater passion. When they broke their kiss and Scott
raised his head, all he said was 'wow'. David was pleased that that problem
had been at least partially resolved. David moved his attention to Scott's
cock and took it in his hand which he moved over the flesh from base to tip
of the huge organ.

"David, I really want to come. Can I....you know..."

"Fuck me? I can see that what is on your mind is getting your end away for
the first time. Let's get that over with and then maybe we can make proper
love. David opened his legs exposing his hole. "Rub some of the precum
oozing from your cock around my hole and along your cock." Scott
obliged. "Now put your cock head against my hole. You will need to push
until my arse gets fully used to your size. When you get it in as far as it
will go lay down on top of me and kiss me some more. Get used to the
feeling of being inside another man."

Scott was a little clumsy and shoved his cock in with some force. The pain
made David bite his lip. But he knew how desperate Scott was to lose his
virgin status, so he said nothing. He was soon impaled on the boys thick
cock and loved the full feeling it gave him. Scott moved down so that the
two could kiss. But he had already begun to move his cock in and out. It
was only a matter of seconds before he broke the deep kiss and started
lunging with all his force into David and only seconds more before he
came. David saw his face screw up tightly as the force of his ejaculation
reached his brain. Scott kept moving his cock in and out a little as he
shot wave after wave. Eventually he slumped down onto David. Once again it
was a bit clumsy and his cock came out causing David more discomfort.

"That was fantastic. I never imagined it could feel so good. Did you enjoy
it?"

"Go and get yourself cleaned up. Then while I shave off your pubic hair I
will give you a full critique of your performance. If you are man enough to
take it."

"I think I have just shown I am man enough," Scott said as he got up and
went to the bathroom. David followed him and sat on the toilet to expel the
spunk.

"Does it not stay in you?" Scott asked.

"I like to think that a little makes its way up into my body. But most of
it, if not all of it, has to come out. Told you. I am a man not a woman."

When they had cleaned themselves up, they went back into the bedroom. David
instructed Scott to lie down as be used his hair clippers to remove the
bulk of Scott's fuzz. David still had a massive hard on and Scott was soon
back to full attention as David fingered his cock in order to get into all
the crevices.

"If I were giving marks out of ten, your performance would be about a 4 or
a 5 at most." Scott looked crest fallen.

"I told you that you have to learn. You have at least learnt that your cock
is not so large that you can't fuck a guy. And you have got that awful
first time out of the way. But you need to think of your partner as well as
yourself. Being on top does not mean you just do what you like. You hurt me
when you shoved your cock in and when you pulled it out. You should look at
your partners reaction to what you are doing. If he is pushing down on your
cock then he probably wants you to go deeper. If not, hold back a
bit. Partners have to signal to each other."

"But you said you like getting fucked hard."

"I do. And when you know your partner better then you can anticipate what
he might like. With a new partner you need to take a bit more care. And it
is not just about your cock and spunk. I know you just wanted to get that
first one over with. Use your mouth and your hands. Find the areas that
your partner likes and play with them. Try chewing my nipples next time and
see what reaction you get. And if you don't like something your partner is
doing, don't just break away. Try to indicate. That is what taking control
is about. When I have finished this, let's try again. Now turn over." Scott
pulled an alarmed face. It's alright I am just going to shave your arse. I
don't want to lick it if it is full of hair. Scott rolled over and soon
David was content with the shave. Before Scott turned over again, David put
his mouth to Scott's hole and ran his tongue over it. The sensation made
Scott squirm and giggle. David only trimmed the hair under Scott's arms as
he had decided that he liked his men with a little short hair there.

David got onto the bed again. This time Scott came towards him and they
kissed. David made a few small advances into Scott's mouth, who did not
actually break the kiss, but used his tongue to limit the incursion and
eventually to force David's tongue back. The boy was learning. Scott moved
his head and took David's right nipple between his teeth. He chewed them
gently to start with. But as David moaned and writhed under him, he bit
down deeper, noticing the pleasure this gave David. David responded by
playing with Scott's nipples between his fingers and running his hands over
his body and massaging his buttocks. He also took hold of that massive cock
in his hand. "Fuck me again Scott," he said as he once again exposed his
hole. Scott took it more gently this time. He watched David's face as he
pushed his stiff rod in. David was exaggerating the signals he gave his
friend, as he wanted Scott to learn to read a partner. David pushed down
when Scott was about three-quarters of the way inside him, and Scott took
this as a signal to push his cock in all the way. David whispered to Scott
as he brought his head down for a kiss, "Try not to come. Hold back. Stop
if you think you are getting too close. Make this last. It will be better
for us both."

They kissed for a long time before Scott began to slowly pound David's
arse. "Take it half out and then shove it back in" David urged Scott. Scott
set up a slow rhythm and soon responded as David pushed back against his
thrusts. Scott stopped several times, although having told him to hold off,
David was soon using his thrusting arse to urge Scott to restart his
pounding. Scott seemed taken aback when David tensed and shot his load onto
their chests. But David's groans made Scott increase his pace. He had held
off as long as he could. Even though this was his second shoot in less than
an hour, it was even more intense than the first one and his mind felt as
if it was exploding. As he fell down onto David, David said "Eight out of
ten. We will have to keep practising." Scott smiled at him and they kissed
again.

"What made you come, David?"

"There is an organ inside you called the prostate. You can feel it from the
outside. It is that little sweet spot behind your balls. You were
stimulating my prostate with your cock and that made me shoot. It feels
very different in some ways from shooting when you wank. A bit more
intense. But I guess that is a pleasure you will never know unless you
lighten up about this fear of being changed if you are ever fucked."

"I really couldn't be fucked....I don't think."

"That's fine. You shouldn't do things you don't want to. But maybe one day
you will at least try it. Have you written to your parents?"

"I have prepared something to email to them both. But I wanted your opinion
first." David went and cleaned up again while Scott got his tablet
computer. When he came out of the bathroom, he sat on the bed and looked at
the letter that Scott had drafted.

'Dear Mum and Dad

As you probably know from Aunt Hilda, I am not staying with her. She was
off to Switzerland and was planning to dump me on her housekeeper. I
suppose I should be used to that by now.  A friend invited me to stay at
his house and has arranged for me to go to the college he went to to finish
my schooling. He says that he does not want any money, and is even prepared
to pay the school fees, but I think it would be better if you paid him for
my upkeep and gave me a proper allowance to live on. I think £750 a
month from each of you would be about right, which will be cheaper than my
old school fees, where I was a border. But that is up to you. I shall not
be coming to see you in the Christmas holidays, or any other holidays
unless you actually ask me to come and tell me you really want to see
me. Your affectionate son, Scott.'

"What do you think?"

 I think it is pretty good. You had better add the address here and I don't
think you should say 'I suppose I should be used to getting dumped by
now'. It makes you sound a bit sorry for yourself and you are now going
forwards. So don't look back. Your affectionate son?"

"Well I could hardly say loving and I guess you are supposed to say
something." Scott made the changes that David had suggested and sent the
emails to his parents. Scott took the computer from David and then pushed
him back onto the bed and lay on top of him. "I want a ten this time."