Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 11:01:02 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve and David

(In 'Dean and David', David mentions the first person he had sex with,
although he refuses to give Dean any details. This story starts at the end
of 'Dean and David' but mainly concerns David's earlier encounter.

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Steve and David


Dean and David chatted in the garden for a few more minutes about the good
times and good sex they had had and how Dean had started as David's
apprentice in bed, learning all David could teach him. And now he was a
master in his own right. Dean looked at his watch and said that he had
agreed to meet up with Brad in town. After he left, David went to his room
and got out the brown envelope that contained all he had (apart from the
ring - and that was now in Dean) from his number 1. He pulled out the
letter, a few postcards from around the world, and a photo. He looked at
the photograph even though he did not need to see it to remember what he
looked like and remember the effect his appearance had on his younger self,
and indeed the attraction it continued to have on him now. His mind went
back over the last long 15 months.

David had been thinking about it for a long time. Well, I guess when you
are not quite 16 years old, a couple of months seems like forever. David
wanted to get laid - for the very first time. He knew he was gay. He had
always known that. He had been wanking his cock, thinking of guys for many,
many months. But now he wanted to find out what it was really like to be
with a guy. To try all the things he had only read about on the net with a
real man, rather than with his mind and his right hand. Being a sensible
person, he realised he needed someone experienced to teach him. A grope
with a novice like himself was not what he wanted or needed. David had been
brought up to do things as well as he could and he decided that he required
an experienced teacher to make him the best in bed that he could be.

David reasoned that finding someone experienced might be less of a problem
as he preferred older guys. (By that he meant guys between about 18 and 25
- not really 'old' guys, like those over 30!). But first he had to find
someone who was gay, open to someone of his age and who turned him on. His
number 1 had to be memorable.

Then a new guy came to his school. He was 18 and had been transferred into
David's rather posh grammar school as his old school did not have a sixth
form. That proved that he was intelligent which was also important.  Steve
(that was his name) immediately became the centre of David's fantasies. In
a strange way, and at the same time, he both wanted to have him (or more
precisely to be had by him) and to be exactly like him. He seemed to David
to be the most ideal person he could remember ever having seen. That was
probably because he was the total opposite of what David was and what he
had been brought up to be. David tried to spot him at school as often as he
could. Fortunately they were in different years, otherwise David's school
work would have suffered if they were in the same classes. David even
became a bit of a stalker, following him around both in school and out
whenever he could.

Steve looked older than his years, probably as a result of his style. Even
in school uniform his slicked back brylcreamed hair with the quiff at the
front made him look like a 60's rocker. He was quite hairy with a strong
beard - and when his shirt was undone, David could see the hair from his
chest went well up to his neck. He wore, as he had to, the school uniform -
black trousers, white shirt, school tie, blazer, and black shoes. Although
in Steve's case his school uniform only technically met the school
rules. The white shirt was often unbuttoned at the neck; the tie only came
down about 4 inches below the knot; the blazer was usually held by one
finger over his shoulder; the trousers were very tight around his legs; and
on his feet were the hottest pair of boots David had ever seen. They were
black with the sharpest needle pointed toe. They had high 2 inch Cuban
heels that were shaped and tapered inwards. They had elastic sides as many
Chelsea winklepicker boots had, but these had leather over the top of the
elastic that was slit into strips so that only when there was some tension
pulling on the elastic could it be seen at all. And best of all they were
very tall. David had seen as much as 10 inches before they disappeared into
his tight trousers. Steve was rebellious where David followed the
rules. Steve was confident and aggressive where David was polite and
reserved. That was both the guy that David wanted to submit to and the guy
that he would like to be.

David wanted him and wanted him badly. But David was not a fool. He knew it
was probably wishful thinking to hope that he was into guys. But he hoped
and dreamt and wanked and kept watch. His stalking meant that he knew which
was Steve's locker and he considered writing him a letter telling him how
he felt. After days of thought he did write one. But even though he was
standing by Steve's locker, he could not bring himself to pop it through
the air vent at the front.

Then he noticed that the padlock on the locker was not properly
closed. There was no one around and David took the opportunity to
surreptitiously have a look inside. Under some school books, he found a
magazine called 'Bikers'. He looked inside and found that it had colour
pictures of naked guys, usually well muscled and often with multiple
tattoos, sometimes wearing just a biker jacket or a pair of engineer
boots. David could see sticky patches on the pages, which he guessed were
spunk. David's imagination went into overdrive, as did his cock.

The voice behind him came as a shock. "What are you doing in my locker?"
David turned, and dropped the magazine as he saw Steve standing menacingly
in front of him. They both looked at the naked and semi naked images on the
floor. Steve bent down and picked the magazine up, threw it in his locker
and slammed the door shut making sure it was properly locked this time. He
wagged his right index finger in David's face and said "If you know what's
good for you, you will keep very quiet about this. It never
happened. Understand?"

David nodded. Steve walked out, and for once David did not look at the way
his legs moved in those high heeled boots, nor how his arse swayed in those
tight black trousers. He remembered about the letter he had written and
looked around for it. It was nowhere to be found. It eventually dawned on
him that he must have dropped it with the magazine and in all probability
it was inside Steve's locker. "Oh Christ" he said out loud.

David stopped looking for Steve. Indeed he tried to keep away from the
places he knew he often frequented. But a couple of days later Steve found
him. "I guess the letter was yours", Steve said.

David nodded. "I can't work out whether you are some immature kid with a
crush on me or whether you were really serious about what you said in your
letter. Have you ever done any of the things you talk about?  It is pretty
heavy stuff."

"I guess I have got a thing about you, but I am serious. No I have never
done anything with anybody. But I have read lots about man sex. I know what
I want.  I want to learn how to do it well.

I want to experience it and I want you to teach me. Please."

Steve sat down on a nearby wall and looked at David. "It's not as simple as
that. Man to man sex can get pretty explosive. Well it can with me. Things
can get pretty extreme." The look on David's face made it clear that he did
not really understand what Steve was saying. "Look kid, I like nothing more
than fucking a guy as hard as I can however much it hurts him. I like rough
sex. Do you get it?  You might think that's what you want but you might
find that you do not like it. And in mid fuck you can hardly say 'ouch that
hurts'. It does not work like that."

David nodded and said "I want to get fucked and I want you do it. I want my
virgin arse to be taken by you. If it hurts, I can take it, and I promise
that whatever happens I will not complain afterwards.

To anybody. As I said in my letter, I want to be like you and to achieve
that I need to learn from you."

"You are making one big mistake there. I guess you could dress like me and
do your hair like me.

But the fact you want me to fuck you, means you can never be like me. No
one has - or ever will - fuck me. So how you go about fucking a guy is one
thing you won't learn from me."

"But you will teach me?" David said.

"Yes - for purely selfish reasons. I don't do favours and am not big on
relationships. But I have not had a good shag for what seems ages, and I
like the idea of taking your virgin arse. Not done a virgin before. And you
flatter my ego with the things you said about me in your letter. What are
you doing for half term next week?"

"Nothing much. I was thinking of going to France for a few days to practise
my French."

"Alone?", Steve asked.

"Yes. I am pretty independent and my guardian trusts me."

"Guardian?"

"It's a long story, I will tell you one day", David replied.

"I have arranged to borrow a cottage on the south coast. My mother's coming
home for a few days." Steve saw the puzzled look on David's face. "That is
another long story. Let's just say it is better if she and I do not spend
too much time together. Newtown Station is the nearest. I will meet you
there on Sunday at about midday. Only bring a backpack with you. We will
have one week when I shall try to teach you what you want to know. I shall
certainly take your cherry. And then it's over. No emotional stuff. No
friendships. If that's not OK then don't come." With that he walked away.

David convinced himself that he had not actually lied to his guardian. He
just did not tell him about his change of plans. So on Sunday at noon he
was standing outside the railway station. Steve drove up on an old BMW
motorbike. He was wearing a snug fitting black leather biker jacket, tight
black jeans and his trademark winklepicker boots. He lifted the visor on
his helmet and said "Didn't think you would come. Get on." He handed David
a somewhat battered crash helmet. David, who had had butterflies in his
stomach all day, found the prospect of getting on this bike rather more
worrying. But he put on the helmet and got astride the bike. He made sure
there was a gap between him and Steve. But Steve hooked his arm around
David's waist and moved him forward.

"Hang on tight", he commanded.

Steve moved off at speed and once out of the station forecourt accelerated
up the road. David soon felt exhilarated by both the speed and his
proximity to the leather clad Steve. He had a massive erection and moved it
tight against the top of Steve's arse. They travelled out of town and then
on for about 20 minutes to a remote cottage. Steve stopped the bike and
they both got off.

They removed their helmets as they went inside and David put his down next
to Steve's on a hall table. As he removed his backpack Steve took him by
the shoulders and slammed him hard against the wall. Then he pushed his
mouth against David's and savagely invaded his mouth with his tongue, all
the time trapping him against the wall, not giving him any space, and
gyrating their crotches together. Steve held David's head between his hands
as they kissed. When, after a long time, Steve broke the kiss, he kept his
head close to David's and looked with eyes blazing into David's eyes.

"You won't frighten me" David said "and you won't put me off. I want
this. I really want this and everything else you have to offer. That was my
first real kiss. I enjoyed it and I shall remember it."

Steve broke their hold and relaxed. "You are one strange kid. On the
surface you appear to be so angelic. But clearly you have a line of steel
running through you and I think that you have really thought this out. But
trust me, this is going to hurt and this is your last chance to back out. I
want your virginity and if we go up those stairs I shall take it whether
you like it or not."  David took Steve's hand and started leading him up
the stairs. They went into a large bedroom. Steve took off his jacket and
then went over to David. David moved his hand to undo the zip of his bomber
jacket but Steve slapped his hand away. He did not say anything but he
removed David's jacket. Then he pulled his blue rugby shirt up and over
David's head. He looked at David's chest, and with his right hand pinched
David's right and then his left nipple with some force. All the time he
kept David's eye's locked in his. David winced at the pain of the pinches,
but he did not flinch or try to move away.

"Good boy", Steve said. He then moved his head to David's chest and took
the right nipple between his teeth and pulled the flesh out as far as he
could until it slipped from his grip and sprang back. David took a sharp
intake of breath but otherwise did not react. Steve undid David's belt and
jeans and they slipped to the floor. David used one foot to remove one of
his trainers and sock, and then the other foot to remove the others. He
stepped out of his jeans. Steve pushed his hands inside David's briefs and
groped David's erect penis and cupped his balls in his right hand. He
squeezed David's balls, increasing the pressure until David gasped and
closed his eyes. But he did not move to stop Steve. Steve released him and
removed David's briefs, so that he stood there naked.

Steve took a step back and examined David. "It is important to learn how to
strip yourself and how to strip another guy. Don't rush it. Enjoy the other
guys body and let him enjoy yours. Use all your senses. Lick and taste
him. Enjoy his smell. But - and this is your next lesson - when you are
showing your body off, stand up straight, legs slightly apart, and with
your hands at your side or behind your back." David obeyed as he realised
that he was using his hands to partially obscure his crotch. "Good", Steve
said.

Steve started to remove his own clothes. First his tee-shirt which revealed
his broad hairy chest with large erect nipples. Then his boots, socks and
black jeans, until he stood in his underpants.

David went over and buried his nose in Steve's armpit and deeply inhaled
his manly odour. He licked his armpits and moved his tongue to tease his
nipples.

"You learn quickly kid", Steve said as he removed his underpants. David had
already noticed that Steve was well endowed. What he did not expect was
that this hairy man had hairless balls and crotch, and that through the end
of his large erect cock was pierced a gold ring. Steve walked over and
kissed David deeply and with passion as he pushed David back onto the bed
and fell on top of him. David could feel Steve's large cock along the crack
of his arse. Steve broke the kiss and whispered into David's ear "I am
going to fuck you now. It will hurt, but I will not stop until I have taken
your cherry and deposited my spunk deep inside you." He positioned David so
that he was lying on the bed but with this arse at the edge and his legs on
the floor. Steve reached down and picked up David's legs and put them up to
his shoulders. "Use your hands to pull your arse cheeks apart and to offer
me your hole", Steve told David. When David had obeyed, he took a small
step closer to David, his cock taking aim for his hole. He rubbed some of
David's pre-cum onto his pulsating cock as lubrication and then rubbed some
more around David's cherry. He pushed one finger a little way up. He then
moved in for the kill. His cock touched David's hole and then began to
enter. The pain grew and grew and David screwed up his face, but he did not
cry out. Steve maintained a slow pressure, and slowly, slowly his cock
embedded itself in David. David gasped at one point when it was as if a
button had been turned on inside of him. Steve kept up the thrusting
pressure until, when his balls had slapped against David's arse, he could
go no further. Steve stood at the foot of the bed with David impaled on his
cock. He did not begin any rhythmic thrusting until the creases on David's
face eased. Then he started slow and small pulses. After a while they
became more violent with Steve's cock coming two thirds of the way out
before being thrust back in as deep as it would go. David could hear the
noise of the slap of Steve's balls on his arse. David's face ceased to show
pain and he groaned in pleasure. Before long arches of spunk flew out of
his cock over his chest, into the air and onto the bed and floor. There
were eight or nine long threads of spunk. Steve increased the pace and soon
his frame stiffened and he raised his face to the ceiling with eyes screwed
tightly shut and made a cry as he deposited his spunk in David and claimed
his virgin prize.

Leaving his cock in place, Steve fell onto David trying to get his breath
back. David whispered in his ear "Thank you, that was awesome. Even the
pain became pleasurable". When he was breathing normally, Steve withdrew
his cock. He got up and realised that there was blood on the shaft. He
helped David up and took him to the bathroom. He sat David on the toilet
who proceeded to dump the spunk that Steve had deposited in him. While
David was doing this he ran a bath for David. "I am sorry, you are going to
be pretty sore for a day or two. Let it soak and then I will put some cream
on it."  While David soaked, Steve got in the shower. He was amazed to see
a look of complete contentment on David's face as he fingered his arse.
After he had dried himself off, Steve said "You told me you wanted to be
me. Did you mean that?" David nodded. "Then I need to shave you. He got out
a pair of scissors and a razor, and David stood up in the bath while Steve
removed all the hair from around his crotch. He then trimmed the hair under
his armpits. Finally, he turned him round and shaved his arse. Steve
instructed David to rinse off in the shower. Steve then dried him showing
improbable tenderness as he rubbed his body with the soft white towel.

He told him to bend over the bath so he could inspect his hole. It was no
longer bleeding. But Steve rubbed some soothing ointment around the hole
and pushed the cream up David's arse with his middle finger. David groaned
and moved down so that Steve's finger went deeper in him. Pulling his
finger out Steve said "you are unbelievable."

Steve had already put hair cream on his own head and slicked his hair back
and made a quiff at the front. He pulled David over to him and creamed his
hair. It was not long enough to have a quiff, but David liked the result.
They went back to the bedroom. Steve picked up his discarded briefs and
threw them at David. "You had better put these on if you want to be me".
They did not fit as snugly as they had on Steve. Nor did the the tee-shirt
or jeans. But David liked the feeling they gave him.

Steve handed him his boots and David relished pushing his feet into those
awesome winklepickers.

Steve got dressed in a similar fashion although he pulled on a pair of knee
high engineer boots, with a strap across the instep, which he carefully
pulled the legs of his tight jeans over. He handed David his leather jacket
and got a similar one out of the cupboard for himself. They did not speak
though David kept his eyes on Steve. David looked at both their reflections
in the mirror and could see a faint similarity, which he liked. They went
downstairs and both picked up their helmets. They got on the bike and went
to a local pub. Steve told David to sit on a stool at a barrel in the
garden and he went inside to get some drinks.

When he came back he sat looking at David for some time. David felt
uncomfortable but decided to keep quiet. Eventually Steve spoke. "I have
never enjoyed fucking a guy as much as I did you. It was not just that you
were a virgin, but that the rougher I got, the more you seemed to like it
and the more you demanded from me. Taking my pleasure out of your arse must
have hurt you as much as it pleased me."

"Of course it hurt", David replied. "But I was getting exactly what I
wanted. And if we can stay here for the rest of the week, then I can learn
so much more and will have got the education I want and need."

"What if I make you swallow my spunk or drink my piss?"

"Then I will do it and enjoy it. I will be honest. I have read that some
guys like licking another guy's arse. I don't much fancy that, but I will
do that as well if that is what you tell me. I am here to learn.

He then smiled and added "And to enjoy myself. Is swallowing spunk 'deep
throating'?"

Steve put his head back and laughed loudly. "Sorry, I was not laughing at
you. Guess you forgot to look that one up on Wikipedia. Deep throating is
basically where you swallow my cock and it goes down your throat. Not many
people can do it. They gag. But I love the feeling of my cock constricted
in a guy's throat and the fact that he can't even move his tongue. It gives
me a feeling of real power." Steve could see what was in David's mind by
the look on his face. "Ok, yes I will try to help you to learn how to do
it."

They drank in silence for a bit. Then Steve said "I have let me wear your
clothes. And you look really hot. I will have to work on the hair a bit,
then you might look more like one of the guy's in my 'Bikers' magazine."
David relished the compliment.

They drank up and went back to the cottage. David was keen to return to his
lessons.

David did not ask whether he could strip Steve. When they returned to the
bedroom he just took Steve's chin in his right hand and brought their lips
together. He moved his tongue to enter Steve's mouth but found the way
blocked by Steve's tongue who repelled the advance and took the attack into
David's mouth. Without being told David had learned another lesson. Steve
was always in charge. David broke the kiss and started to strip Steve. He
unzipped his bike jacket and pushed his hands inside to feel his warm,
slightly damp chest and play with his nipples through the cloth of his tee-
shirt. Then he pushed his hands under Steve's armpits. He brought them out
and smelled both his hands in turn. He smiled as he sniffed the luxuriant
odour. He removed Steve's jacket and tee-shirt and put his mouth over the
right nipple. He chewed it lightly. When the left one had received the same
treatment, he sat Steve down and removed his engineer boots and his socks.

He moved a foot to his face and sniffed the mixture of leather and man
sweat. He sucked his toes.

He reached up and undid Steve's jeans and soon Steve was left in his
underpants his tool tenting the material. He pulled them down by the
waistband and took the cock in his mouth. He sucked hard and tried to
swallow it. He looked up at Steve, appealing with his eyes for help. Steve
put his hand behind David's head and gently pulled him onto his cock while
slightly changing his position so that it was at a better angle for David
to swallow. "Try to relax your throat. Imagine you are swallowing a piece
of food." His cock reached the back of David's throat and Steve could feel
him trying to suppress the gag. David's tongue and lips then seemed to
relax and Steve could carefully push his cock down David's virgin
throat. When his balls slapped against David's face, he slowly began to
move his cock back and forth. The constricted throat around his cockhead
and the sheer sense of power he felt was quite glorious. He got hold of
David's right hand - as a good teacher should - and brought it to his
balls. David cupped them and played with them as they moved to and away
from his face. Within a minute Steve knew that he was about to come, and
soon the spunk was flowing down David's throat and Steve pulled David's
head as far as he could onto his exploding cock. When his orgasm finished
he pulled his cock out of David's throat. When his cock head was on David's
tongue, David put a hand behind Steve's back to indicate that he wanted the
cock to remain there. He carefully licked Steve's tool clean.

"That was awesome" said David. "I felt completely in your power. The only
bad part was that I did not get to taste your spunk from that far down my
throat. I could only taste the last drips when you moved back into my
mouth." Steve looked at him wide eyed and shook his head. "Well you told me
to use all my senses. And I enjoy eating you." Steve moved his now limp
cock back towards David's mouth. David opened his lips hoping he knew what
was going to happen next. Steve pushed the first inch in before he began
pissing. He strained to keep the flow slow and steady.

David drank greedily and moved his mouth deeper onto Steve's cock. When
Steve had completely relieved himself, David licked off the last drops.
Steve noticed that David had that look of contentment on his face that he
had seen earlier.

Over the next few days they continued as they had started. To call it sex
morning noon and night would only be a slight exaggeration, as both were
young men with plenty of spunk to spray around.  Steve showed David a
number of positions in which he could screw him. Steve preferred the
position they had first tried with him standing at the foot of the bed. It
made him feel more dominant, towering over his pupil. David preferred him
on top of him with his legs over Steve's shoulders, so that they could kiss
deeply while Steve impaled him. He felt closer to and more under the
control of his teacher.

David learnt how to kiss both with passion and with delicacy. He learnt how
to explore Steve's body with his hands and his mouth and how to spot which
of his explorations gave Steve most pleasure. He learnt how to encourage
and show appreciation to Steve as he touched, sucked and bit David's
flesh. David's nipples became quite bruised. When he told Steve he liked
the fact that Steve had marked him, Steve gave him a number of large love
bites on both sides of his neck.

David relished every one as Steve's teeth sank into his flesh. But as time
went on Steve seemed to get gentler and take more time with his partner.
Once David - the gentle one - said to Steve - the rough one - "surely you
can fuck me harder than that!" Had pupil become teacher?  When they went
out, David proudly dressed as Steve's rocker friend. One day Steve took
David to a backstreet shop. It had no signs in the windows or name across
the door. When they got inside David realised that it was a tattoo shop. He
gave Steve a concerned look. In response Steve said "You said you wanted to
be like me. You need one more thing. You must get your cock pierced."

When David still looked concerned Steve said simply "That's the way it is
going to be. Your final lesson if you like." David shrugged and removed his
jacket. The thought of this being his final lesson as their week together
came towards an end, caused him more pain than the thought of the piercing.
He pushed his jeans and underpants down to his knees and lay down on the
leather covered bench. The guy who was going to pierce him took David's
cock in his hand and carefully wiped it with antiseptic. Having marked a
spot on the underside of his cock with a marker pen, he took a sterile
needle and pushed it down David's piss slit and made a hole through his
penis wall at the mark he had made. There was some blood which he mopped
up. David was left lying there for some minutes with the needle still in
place. Steve then got his cock out and removed the gold ring from his own
cock head. He handed that to the piercer who quickly - it seemed - had it
implanted in David's penis. David grinned in pleasure. A dressing was
placed over the wound and David got up and fastened his jeans. Steve took
David's place on the bench and the piercer pushed the small end of a
tapering rod through Steve's long established piercing. He pushed it right
through, effectively stretching the hole. Steve then gave him a slightly
thicker gold ring than the old one, which he implanted in Steve.

They left the shop and went back to the cottage. There was little sex that
night, although they did explore each other bodies. The next day David was
able - after a shower - to examine his new ring. And he liked what he
saw. His cock was too sore to take much action, but he still wanted Steve
to fuck him, which he did, and which caused David to come as his prostate
was stimulated.

On the Sunday morning their week was over and Steve drove David - dressed
in his own clothes - back to the station. When David got off the bike,
Steve shouted a quick goodbye and drove off.

Even so, David would have said that when they parted on the Sunday morning,
all seemed well.

David expected to see Steve in school the next day. But he heard a rumour
that he was ill. He did not appear in school for the rest of the week. On
the Saturday morning David decided to go to Steve's home to see if he was
alright and to see if there was anything he could do. The door was answered
by a woman - Steve's mother he guessed. "No Dearie" she said in reply to
David's query "He's gone. Are you David?"

David said that he was. She told him to hold on and she went inside. She
came back holding a large brown envelope which she gave to him. "He left
this for you. He said that you would probably call".

David took the letter home unopened and took it to his room. Inside was a
one page letter and a photograph of Steve. The photograph showed Steve
leaning against the door of a probably derelict house with his crash helmet
under his arm. He was wearing his leather bike jacket opened to show a
white tee-shirt underneath. He had on his tight black jeans and his
trademark winklepicker boots.

He had a wicked smile on his face that was partially hidden by the shadow
of his quiff. David focussed on the page in front of him, and as he read it
he could hear Steve's voice.

"David, I told you when I promised to show you about man sex that it would
be physical only.

There would be no commitment and no ongoing friendship. But I think you
must realise it did not work out like that. As you know, I am as hard as
nails and care for no one. I can't even stand my own mother! But I always
knew that you were a more gentle soul and would probably want more than
that. So I don't understand why I think I have fallen in love with you. I
could have understood if it was you. But not me. I can't and won't do
commitments. So I am doing something I have thought about for a long time.
I am joining the Royal Navy. I won't give you my address. Please don't try
to contact me. From time to time I promise I will send you a postcard from
the places I get to visit so that you know that I am alright. And maybe one
day, when the pain is less, I will get to screw you again. I do hope
so. You were so good in bed. Giving you my ring was a token of love. I hope
one day you will be able to pass it on to someone you love. Steve."

David put the letter and photo away. He liked Steve. He liked him a lot.
But while he was certain that he had picked the best guy possible, that he
would always remember, for his number 1, they were not made for each other.
After the week was over, he had even forgotten about how he had wanted to
be Steve. He was content to be David. Over the following year, he had
received 5 postcards from around the world. All had one line greetings -
always rude.

A little over one year later David, as before, put the contents back in the
envelope. Then he bent over, put his head in his lap and cried. He had
given Dean the ring that now adorned his cock as a token of love. And then
Dean had found someone else. David cried.