Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2013 13:17:31 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve Returns

This is the fifth story about David who is now 18 years old.

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Steve Returns


Mark did resign from Hendricks and joined Market Solutions. He was made a
member of the board, as was David on his 18th Birthday. Mark was full of
ideas. While James remained Managing Director, Mark quickly became the
driving force behind the firm. His easy charm meant there was little or no
resentment among the other directors and employees for the new guy, and his
fresh ideas and sheer energy earned him respect. David had told Mark that
he was prepared to invest further in the firm if the board approved. So
nine months after joining the firm, the board met to discuss how he wanted
to take the company forward.

The paper he had submitted proposed an initial investment of approximately
two million pounds in new computer technology including top of the range
graphics hardware and software. He also proposed a further quarter of a
million pounds to upgrade the company network and a further £300,000 for
training.

Sylvia asked why they needed to upgrade the network as she had been told
the old network could support the new computer power. She also questioned
whether the investment in new technology could not be phased in as cash
resources became available.

"Yes the network could cope and yes the investment could be done in phases"
Mark explained. "But we need to think of the future. This investment is
only the start of what will be needed over the next 5 years if we are to
improve our position in the market."

"But the network upgrade at least could surely wait" Sylvia replied.

"But that would be like building a one story house on old foundations. When
it comes to building the next story, it would be so much harder - and more
expensive - to put in better foundations. And if we phased in the new
technology we would end up with two classes of employees. Those with the
new skills and those without. I do not think that that would be good for
morale and therefore for productivity."

The argument went back and forth between Sylvia and Mark for some time. Two
of the other directors made a few comments, but James and David said
nothing.

Eventually James decided to speak. "Sylvia, I think your points are well
made. But then I have never really understood computers. When I started in
the business the best we had were typewriters and troublesome photocopiers.
Mark does understand them and his plans reflect, I hope, that
understanding.  We all have to accept that computers are here to stay and
will become more and more important. My ignorance of what I am certain will
be the future of our business makes it clear that it is time that I vacated
this chair and went into retirement."

Members of the board murmured their disagreement.

"Yes, yes yes. Members of the board must discuss this between themselves,
but I think Mark should become the new MD and Sylvia should become the new
Chairman. I propose the board reconvene the day after tomorrow to appoint a
new MD and Chairman. My Mother always told me that a Gentleman knows when
it is time to leave, and I hope that I am a Gentleman."

David realised that changing peoples roles would not of itself resolve the
differences between Mark and Sylvia. If Mark was to succeed he had to win
Sylvia over to his side. So after the board meeting he invited them both
out to dinner. He took them to an expensive but discrete restaurant in the
west end of London.  After quite a bit of small talk, it was Sylvia who
broached the subject they all knew they were there to discuss.

"David you are the majority shareholder and therefore the only person who
can decide which direction the firm should take and at what speed. And I
assume that your personal relationship with Mark means that you already
support his point of view. For myself I am prepared to resign from the
board and let Mark follow James as both MD and Chairman."

David considered his reply carefully. "When I asked Mark to join the
company I did so only because I believed he would be good for the company.
I still do. If anything I felt - and still feel - that our personal
involvement is a hindrance rather than a help to the business and that the
business does not help our relationship. But we are where we are. Above all
that I believe that the company is stronger if the board makes decisions
rather than one person - be that me or the MD. I therefore will not dictate
solutions. Apart from anything else I lack the knowledge and experience to
do so. You Sylvia have the experience and knowledge of the firm and will
make a fine Chairman. Mark has the up to date knowledge of the business and
I think we must give him room to do what he thinks best. But while the firm
needs him, he needs your wisdom and I will not hear of you leaving."

Sylvia smiled at David. "For a man who does not intend to dictate, I think
your last statement contained a number of fully formed decisions. But I am
grateful that I have your confidence."

Mark said "When David asked me to join the firm he predicted that I would
become MD and that you would be Chairman and that we would make a great
team. I think he is right on the last point, and I think we can easily
bridge our differences."

"I told Mark some time ago that I was prepared to invest more of my
personal wealth in the firm if the board recommended it. I believe your
major worry Sylvia is taking on bank debt rather than the investment
itself. I could make any new investment a loan or we could make a rights
issue."

Sylvia remained silent for a while. "I will think about it" she said.

When they got back to Marks apartment, David said "I think she will go
along with your plans, but please do consult and involve her as I value her
counsel."

"I thought we agreed not to discuss business out of the office?" Mark
replied.

David smiled and took Marks hand and led him to the bedroom. He needed to
feel Mark inside him.

Mark was confirmed as the new MD and Sylvia became chairman. One director
suggested she be called 'chair'. But with one of her best withering looks
she told him that she was not, and had no intention of ever becoming a
piece of furniture. The board decided to use existing reserves and to
borrow the rest of the money Mark needed from the bank to finance the new
investment. But David gave a personal guarantee on the loan in order to
minimise the interest the bank wanted to charge.

Over the next 12 months, Mark's investments took the company from strength
to strength. His most audacious move was to recruit a number of staff from
his old firm Hendricks, which effectively put that department out of the
business. But Hendricks was large enough not to notice the blow. As well as
being on the board, David worked in various parts of the company for a
short assignment, learning how it worked from the bottom up. James had set
that plan in motion when he was still in charge.

David did not move in with Mark although they spent a lot of time
together. But somehow they grew apart. David wondered if there was
something wrong with him in that he seemed incapable of falling absolutely
for one guy. He certainly fell in love with Mark at the beginning, but
their relationship had become comfortable rather than exciting. David
craved excitement.

One day when David was at Marks apartment - they were actually in bed - his
mobile rang. He picked it up off the side and answered it. He leapt out of
bed screaming "Steve is that really you? It is great to hear from
you. Where are you? Can I see you? Are you still in the navy?" The
questions poured out of him without him giving the caller a chance to
answer any of them. Eventually he ran down. He listened for a while.

"Of course I remember the cottage. I'd love to spend the weekend there with
you. I could drive down, but how about you picking me up at station again?
Have you still got the bike? That will be great. Yes 12 noon on Saturday."
He disconnected the call and put the mobile down. To Mark he said "That was
Steve an old school friend of mine. He is back in this part of the world
and wants to see me. I haven't seen him for years."

Mark was silent for a moment. "Do you know that your cock went to full
attention when you heard who it was? So I guess he was a bit more than a
school friend."

David looked at his shrinking cock and realised that what Mark had said was
true. Hearing Steve's voice was like electricity going through his
body. "Yes, he was my first. You know the one that got my cock pierced."

"And you are planning to spend the weekend with him?" Mark lay back on the
bed with a deep sigh.

"Don't be like that Mark. At most it will only be a bit of fun."

"A bit of fun?" Mark shook his head. "I am sorry but I need a bit more from
a relationship than to be second in your considerations. You did not even
ask me whether I had anything planned for us for the weekend. Don't you
believe in loyalty?" He did not wait for David to answer. He got out of bed
and went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Through the door he
said "I think it is time that you thought about what you really want from
life. We can talk when you get back from your 'bit of fun'."

David shrugged, got dressed and left the apartment.  He knew there was
nothing he could say to Mark at the moment. They avoided each other at work
the next day so neither had to speak to the other.

Steve had told David that he had got a new 1000cc BMW bike. He had sold the
old one when he joined the navy. Even though David had great personal
wealth, he spent it carefully. He liked good things and usually went for
good quality. But he did not throw money around. That was until the
Saturday before his 'bit of fun'. He decided that if he was going to be on
Steve's new BMW he should look the part. He had heard of a large bike
dealer about 20 miles from home and he drove over there, intent on getting
himself kitted out. He parked his car in the area reserved for customers
and walked to a separate building from the main showroom that had jackets
and crash helmets in the window. He took a deep breath and walked
in. Opening the door made a bell ring and a guy came out of the back. He
was about 6 feet tall with shoulder length blond hair. He was wearing a
tight white tee-shirt that showed off his broad chest and arm muscles. He
was also wearing a pair of tight leather jeans and a pair of pointed black
cowboy boots. David was both excited and intimidated by him.

"Can I help you?"

"Emmm... a friend of mine has just bought a new bike and has asked me to go
touring with him. I need something appropriate to wear."

"What sort of bike?"

"Does that matter?" David asked.

"If you don't want to look stupid it matters very much. If he has got a
100cc moped, you would look pretty daft in a one piece leather suit." His
tone was aggressive and made David feel more intimidated and more
attracted.

"Oh I see. It's a 1000cc BWM."

"Top of the range. We had better dress you accordingly." He took David over
to the far wall full of one-piece leather suits and got a red and white one
off the rack. "What does your friend wear?"

"Pardon?"

"Your friend. A one piece? Jacket and Jeans? What?"

"I don't really know. I haven't seen him for some time."

"Does he actually exist?"

David's eyes flamed and he turned to walk out. The guy came and grabbed him
by the shoulder.

"Sorry I shouldn't have said that. It's just you get some guys in who make
up all sorts of excuses why they want to buy some leather gear. I don't
mind if leather's their thing but I just got rid of one who wanted to try
everything on and ended up just buying a pair of gloves. Not sure what he
intends to do with those."

"I can imagine" David said and as their eyes met they both laughed.

"I'll make you some coffee and we can start again." He led David through a
black leather curtain behind the cash desk and into a small office. He
flicked the switch and the kettle started humming.

"Yes he does exist. Last time I saw him we were both at school and then he
had a sort of 60's rocker image complete with brylcreamed hair, quiff and
winklepicker boots. He is picking me up on his bike tomorrow. Last time I
borrowed some of his gear. I just wanted to impress him."

"Impress him as in get your leg over or impress him as in fashion parade?"

"Leg over, I am afraid."

"No worries. Now I know what you want, I can kit you out properly. Might be
expensive though."

"I can afford it" David assured him.

They drank their coffee. "How about a pair of leather jeans like these" He
said rubbing his hands down his thighs and finishing by circling his
crotch. "If you're not a biker they can be worn anywhere so would not be a
waste. Then perhaps a black leather biker jacket and a pair of engineer
boots with a white crash helmet. You'll knock him out. Come on."

He showed David out of the office. He went over to the door and locked it
and turned the notice round that now said 'open' on the inside. "Lunch
time" he said with a wink.

"Strip down to your underpants so I can measure you." David thought he saw
the wink again. It reminded him of when he first got to know Mark. David
removed his clothes and stood there in just a white jock strap."

"Nice" he said as he walked past brushing David's crotch with his hand. He
went over to a rack and got down a pair of black leather jeans.  "These
should be nice and tight. Slip 'em on."

David put his legs in the thick soft leather jeans and pulled them up. They
felt good and they were tight. The guy handed him a black leather belt
which he pushed through the belt loops and did up. The guy was holding a
black leather bike jacket with 6 inch long fringes across the back and down
the arms.

"You had better put a shirt on. Here use mine." With that he put down the
jacket and pulled off his own tee-shirt which he handed to David. David
looked at it for a moment before taking it and putting it on. It was still
warm. The guy had large gold bars though his nipples and his chest was
covered in blond hair.  He was aware that he was getting an erection
through the tight leather, which the guy's expression made clear he had
noticed.

"That's better. Enjoy yourself. You won't be the first to get a stiffy in
here." David tried on the jacket and looked at himself in the mirror while
the guy went away and returned a few minutes later with a large
box. "Better be Wesco's". He opened the box and got a tall black engineer
boot from the box.

"Wesco's?" David asked.

"American. They make the best engineer boots from ankle ones right up to
crotch high boots. Very sexy."

David took the boot and pulled it on over the leg of the leather jeans. It
had a gold buckled strap over the instep and two more to tighten the boot
at the top. The boots came right up to his knees. The guy gave him a white
full face crash helmet and a pair of soft and tight leather gloves. When he
looked at the fully dressed David he said

"If you don't get your leg over looking like that then your mate must have
left his guide dog at home."

David agreed to buy the new outfit.

"I've put your own clothes out the back. Follow me. David removed the new
gear until once again he was standing in his jock strap. He moved with a
jolt and turned round when he felt a hand on his arse."

"No" David said turning. When he looked at the guy he saw that his fly was
open and his erect cock was sticking through the zip.

"Come on you know you want this" the guy said grabbing David by both arms
and pulling him towards him. He pushed his mouth over David's and invaded
it with his tongue. David tried to break away but the guy was too strong.

"That's it, I love it when guys struggle." He felt David's solid cock
though the material. "You're loving it. Loving being had a by a real man."

"No please" David appealed. The guy just grinned. He forcibly turned David
round and with his hand over his mouth pushed his head down. David felt a
cock head at his hole. When remembering this later on he thought he could
have kept him out by clenching his arse cheeks. But instead he moved his
legs apart. David thought it must have been an automatic response when he
later thought through the encounter. The guy shoved his cock inside David
and immediately began to fuck him deep and hard. David made grunting
sounds, but the hand over his mouth stopped him saying anything. The guy
fucked and fucked him without thought for David until with a scream he came
inside him with 8 or 10 pulses of sperm.

He pulled his cock out and let David go. He leant back against a table
while he wiped his cock on a piece of cloth and pushed it back inside his
jeans. "You fuckin' loved that" he said pointing to the wet patch in
David's Jock strap where the stimulation of his prostate had made him
shoot. David didn't say anything. He just got dressed and the guy put his
new purchases in carrier bags. David handed over his credit card when
asked. "I've given you a 10% discount and you can keep my tee-shirt to
remember me by." David saw that wink again.

David still said nothing. He took the bags to his car and drove home. Once
in his rooms he ran a bath and got in. He knew how terrible he should feel
at the rape he had just endured. But he lay there soaking with a grin on
his face and sniffing the white tee-shirt.

The next day he dressed in the leather jeans and boots - and his own white
tee-shirt. He carried the jacket and helmet to his car and drove down to
Newtown station. He parked his car in the car park, put on the jacket and
went and stood where he had so many years before with his crash helmet
under his arm. Steve roared up about 10 minutes past noon. David's cock
twitched at the sight of Steve astride the big bike, dressed in leather
jeans, black biker jacket , black winklepicker boots and a black and white
full face crash helmet.

Steve pushed up the visor of his helmet and grinned at David. "My clothes
not good enough for you now?" David went up and put his arm around
Steve. He wanted to kiss him but could only plant a small peck on the end
of his nose.

"I got the gear as I did not want to show you up. Oh it's good to see
you. I can't wait to get you into bed."

Steve did not answer directly. "I thought we would go and have a drink. I
want to talk to you." David frowned. He had thought a lot about having
Steve again and assumed that Steve felt the same about sex with him as he
had suggested staying for a whole weekend at the cottage. But he said
nothing more. He pulled on his crash helmet and got astride the bike as
close as he could to Steve and took hold of him. Steve pushed down the
visor of his helmet and they roared off down the road.

They parked in the pub car park. Steve told David to sit on one of the
stools around the same upturned barrel as before, and he went to get some
drinks. They had both removed their crash helmets and David unzipped and
removed his jacket as it was quite a warm day. Steve no longer had the
brylcreamed quiff. His hair was now about an inch long all over his
head. Steve returned with two pints of beer and sat opposite David. He did
not remove his jacket or even undo it. Indeed he had a white silk scarf
wrapped around his neck, and kept his gloves on.

"You did not answer me about going to bed together" David said. "Does that
mean you don't want to? I would understand after how we parted. For me, I
can't wait to get my hands on you, my friend."

"Yes I want to go to bed with you. But you may feel differently in moment."
With that he undid the scarf around his neck and undid his jacket. David's
mouth fell open when he saw the two tattoos on either side of Steve's
neck. One was of a lion's head and the other, the large head of a snake
whose body went below the neck of his tee-shirt, He pulled off his gloves
to reveal colourful floral designs on the back of his hands that again
disappeared up his sleeves. He said nothing else but continued to look at
David who was still open mouthed.

David spoke first. "I guess there is more. Remove your jacket."

"Are you sure you want to be seen with someone as heavily tattooed as I
am?"

David put one hand on top of Steve's. "You are and I hope always will be my
friend, and I will always be proud to be seen with you." He added in a
dreadful New York accent "Now strip baby."

Steve smiled and removed his jacket. There were many colourful designs that
entwined themselves around his arms and into the sleeves of his
tee-shirt. Perhaps 60% of his arms were inked.

"You will have to wait until we are alone to see the rest. That's if you
still want to."

"Enough" David replied. "I want to. I want to. I want to. Got it?"

Steve nodded. "I got into tattoos while I was in the navy. Loads of guys
told me that if I had one, I would want more. And they were right. It sort
of becomes an addiction."

"Do you wish you hadn't got the first one?"

"No, I love the way I look. I even left the navy to get my neck and hands
done, as you are not allowed to have ink that shows in the forces. I left
about a year ago."

"Now you have really upset me" David said. "A whole year and you did not
call me. What have you been doing?"

"I guess you could call it a tattoo apprenticeship. I have been working for
a guy and have learned how to be a tattooist. If I say so myself, I am a
natural. I want to set up on my own as I am a bit fed up with doing all
that boring black tribal stuff and hearts with names in them. I want to go
up market. There is demand among the nouveau riche for tattoos. But they
are not likely to go to the sort of grimy place I have been working at in
Blackpool. A high class joint could make a fortune."

"Then if you are good, why don't you?"

"Money of course. I want to set up in a posh part of London and that is
expensive." He looked at David and added "And before you say anything I am
not looking for a handout. I contacted you as I have wanted to see you
again since almost the time I left. And I guess I wanted to know how you
felt, particularly after seeing these." He held the back of his hands up.

"I don't give handouts. But I do invest in people and business that might
give a decent return."

"Oh? And how many have you invested in so far?"

"You would be my first. But I have to start somewhere, don't I?"

Steve shook his head. "No, I don't want your money."

"I am not going to give it to you. You will have to convince me that you
are worth investing in and that I shall make a return." David then
laughed. "And just think of all those board meetings and the exciting ways
I could make you report to me!"

"Drink up" Steve said. "I want to make my first investment in you."

They finished their beers and were soon back at the cottage. They had
barely put their crash helmets down when Steve forced David against the
wall and kissed him. David had noticed at the pub how much more muscular
Steve was than he remembered him. Now he could feel his full force. And he
liked it. Steve moved his mouth to David's neck and bit him. "You're mine
now. You carry my mark." In response David turned his head and showed Steve
the other side of his neck, which he bit leaving a second mark.

They moved upstairs, discarding their jackets as they went. Neither felt it
was possible to take their time. Soon they were both bare chested and David
tweaked the gold rings through Steve's nipples that were both held in the
claws of tattooed eagles on his chest. They kissed again and then broke
apart and looked at each other.

"If I hurt you I am sorry, but I need to take you" Steve said.

"I want you to take me with all your force" David replied. They quickly
removed their boots and jeans and were soon naked. David lay on the bed and
Steve fell upon him chewing his nipples and biting his neck again between
kisses. Even after all these years David did not need to ask what he should
do. He swivelled to get his knees over Steve's shoulders and offered Steve
his arse. Steve took it with the pre-cum from his cock as the only
lubricant. He plunged his way into David and immediately started to
pump. David pulled Steve's head down and they kissed as each moved to
maximise the thrust and power between cock and arse. They both went towards
climax together, although Steve filled David's intestines slightly before
David shot over his chest. Steve fell on David panting.

It took them a while to recover. Then Steve placed his mouth over David's
and they kissed. It was a long and slow kiss. Eventually David broke the
kiss. "I had forgotten just how good you are."

Steve got out of bed. He held out his hand and David took it and followed
him to the bathroom. They got in the shower together. David soaped a sponge
and began to wash Steve. He started at the neck so that he could look at
Steve's heavily tattooed body in detail. The fat body of the snakes head
that started on his neck went to the top of his chest , up to his left
shoulder and then curled right down his back and to the top of his arse. It
looked as if the snake had slithered out from inside him.

"That was my design, although clearly I could not do it to myself."

The lions head on the other side of his neck looked ferociously real. If
you measured the eagles on both sides of his chest between his shoulders
and his nipples, you would say that the bodies were out of proportion to
their talons circling Steve's juicy tits. But David thought that they
looked magnificent. Steve's arms were a multitude of flowers, animals and
abstract designs that went from the backs of his hands up to the shoulder
blades. Another slimmer snake curled around his navel and down to his
crotch with the head on his penis. It looked as if the gold ring that Steve
still wore was through the snakes mouth. On either side of Steve's calves
were a pair of black leaping panthers. As David examined and washed them,
Steve said "The panthers were the first ones I had done. I think they need
some work as they look a bit crude. I might be able to do that myself."

David finished washing Steve's legs and got up and kissed him. "I always
loved your body and your style and both have only got better."

They finished in the shower and went back to the bedroom to get
dressed. Steve was about to pull on his winklepicker boots when David held
out his hand. "For old time sake?" Steve handed him the boots which David
put on. Steve picked up David's Wesco engineer boots and pulled them on,
tucking his jeans inside the new boots.

They drove on the bike with David pressed up against Steve. They went to a
different pub with the aim of getting something to eat. They sat inside
waiting for their meals to arrive. There was a roaring fire and they both
removed their jackets. David examined Steve's arms again and smiled his
approval.

"What was it like in the navy?" David asked.

"Well you know, they put you on a big boat and you sail around a bit."

"You know what I mean. Sex."

"There are quite a number of gays in the navy and I guess they tend to
gravitate together. And that gives you the opportunity for good sex,
although you have to be discrete. But nobody really cares."

"You didn't meet anyone special?" David asked.

"It's not a good idea to get involved on board ship. Sex is one thing. But
I am not sure romance would work. Anyway as you know I don't do romance."
Steve must have remembered how they had parted and looked to the floor.  "I
did fall in love with you. I guess I still am. Have you found anyone?"

"If you read some of the gossip columns you may see that I am 'romantically
linked' - I think that was the tactful way one paper described it - with
the MD of the firm I own." David stopped for a moment. "I guess I have been
romantically linked with him, but I think that may be coming to an end. He
was not happy about me seeing you. He got jealous. And the last few days
have made me question if I am capable of being a one guy man. I love Mark -
that's his name - and I love you. But I don't want to be a couple with
either of you. Well not yet anyway. Perhaps there is something wrong with
me."

 "Not everyone is suited to pairing up" Steve said. "I know you had a
guardian, but in many ways you were on your own for a long time. The fight
you had when Social Services wanted to take you away from Peter meant you
had to rely on yourself from a very young age. It will take time for that
to change and it may never change. You are still only young. Take your time
and enjoy yourself and see what happens."

"That's great advice from someone who is what, three years older than
me?". They both laughed.

They ate their meals and then went back to the cottage. This time David
took his time. He slowly stripped himself and then he stripped Steve and
kissed each of his tattoos and sucked his nipples. He got to his knees and
put his mouth over Steve's cock. Steve took hold of David's head and soon
the cock was down his throat. David relished the thrill of the power Steve
had over him, who was using his hands to hold his head in place so that he
could not even move his tongue. David held onto Steve's buttocks as he had
no intention of being released. Steve rocked backwards and forwards on his
heels in a glorious face fuck until he came down David's throat.

Steve pushed David back onto the bed and got on top of him. They
kissed. Then Steve looking directly into David's eye's said "Will you fuck
me?"

"You always said you would never do that. Did you learn to like it in the
navy?"

"I have never done it before. Until a few seconds ago I did not want to do
it. But I do want it now."

David went to the bathroom and got some cream to act as a lubricant. When
he returned to the bedroom Steve was laying at the bottom of the bed with
his legs on the floor. David lifted Steve's legs to his shoulders and
applied some cream to his arse with a finger. Steve automatically clenched
his buttocks together.

"We don't have to do this" said David. Steve just smiled and relaxed a
little. David pushed his finger up Steve's virgin arse and then pushed 2
fingers up. He put the cream on his cock and moved his cockhead to Steve's
hole. Steve looked apprehensive but he nodded to indicate that he wanted
David to continue. David pushed his cockhead into Steve's hole. Steve's
face creased up and David waited before pushing in further. In small
increments David entered Steve until his balls were against his arse.

"That feels good" Steve said although his face seemed to say something
else. David did not offer to remove his cock as he believed that Steve
really did need this. He began to thrust backwards and forwards slowly. As
Steve began to look a little happier, he increased the pace until the
pleasure in his own cock and balls made him think more about himself and he
thrust in and out with more speed and vigour. He felt the seed rising in
him and shot his load into Steve, who began pumping his own cock and soon
shot a load onto his chest and shoulders.

David removed his cock and got on his knees and took Steve's cock in his
mouth. Steve writhed as David gently massaged his tender cock with his
mouth.

Steve could feel David's spunk oozing from his arse. He got up and they
both went to the bathroom to clean up and to shower. They went to bed early
that night cuddled up together.

David woke first and went down to the kitchen, naked, to make some coffee
and see if there was anything to eat. He found some bread and made some
toast. Steve arrived also naked. David had only seen Steve's tattooed body
immediately around having sex. He looked at him now in a more dispassionate
way, rather like someone might look at a painting. He liked what he saw.

"Did you design all of those?" David asked.

"All except the panthers on my leg. I did the snake around my naval and
cock myself, and I did some of the ink on my left arm." He went and got his
mobile phone and showed David some of his work on other people. To David's
inexperienced eyes, it looked quality work.

"You are good" David said.

"Don't look so surprised. Will you let me tattoo you?"

David wondered for a moment. He had noticed the bruises on his neck in the
mirror that morning which Steve had given him. And he felt proud of
them. "No, I don't think that is for me" David replied. "How's your arse?"

"A bit sore. I am glad you fucked me. But I am not sure that that is for
me. So I might well stop at once."

David got up and kissed his old friend and new lover.

They went out for rides on the bike along the coast. David kept returning
to the subject of him investing in Steve. Eventually Steve accepted that it
was not charity as he truly believed that he had a talent and could make
money. When their weekend was over, Steve drove David back to his car at
the station and they both drove to David's home. Peter, Jeremy and Mrs
McTavish looked somewhat disapprovingly at Steve's tattoos. David guessed
Steve was used to that reaction, but soon his friendly nature and David's
obvious affection for him meant that they made him feel at home. Although
when they were alone Mrs McTavish made it very clear that she did not
expect her boy to end up the same way and that she did not approve of the
bruises on his neck. It was the first time Mrs McTavish had called him 'her
boy'. It made him glow.

They began looking for premises for Steve. They found an ideal shop just
off Bond Street that also had an apartment above. Steve signed the lease
and David paid the deposit and first years rent. They went for a drink to
celebrate.

"We must put your backing on a formal basis. You know a proper contract."

"But I trust you" David replied.

"A contract or no deal."

David knew that the success or failure had to be seen to be Steve's
alone. He called Sylvia and asked her advice, without being specific about
what type of business he intended to back. She said she would talk to Peter
about drawing up a contract and perhaps they could drop by her office in a
couple of days time to sign everything.

They spent the next couple of days arranging to have the shop gutted and
turned into the type of high class establishment Steve envisaged. In the
evenings they spent time at David's home and at night luxuriously in
David's bed.

They went to Market Solutions to see Sylvia and sign the documents. As they
were about to leave Mark walked in. He froze both at the sight of David,
who he had not expected to be there, and at the tattooed stranger with him.

David broke the ice. "Mark this is my old school friend Steve. Steve this
is Mark." The two men shook hands although each looked warily at the
other. Mark suggested they go to his office, and Steve and David followed
him out.

When the door was shut Mark turned on David. "So this is your bit of fun. I
at least thought you might have left me for something better than that." He
stabbed his index finger in Steve's direction.

"Do not talk about my friend like that. You will apologise" David said.

"There really is no need" Steve said.

Mark was not about to apologise. "So you are bringing him into the firm.
You might soon have a harem here."

"Now you are just being silly. Steve is here to sign a contract with me. I
am investing, with my own money not the firms, in a business Steve is
setting up."

"Well it doesn't matter. I think it would be better if I quit. You can then
do what you like with yours and the firms money."

"You really are being silly. I love you Mark. I really do. But I love Steve
as well. I wanted you in this firm as I not only trust you to look after my
interests but because it makes me feel so good to know that I have helped a
man I love fulfil one of his ambitions. You always wanted to run a firm
yourself and you are doing a splendid job. But I also love the idea that I
can help another man I love fulfil his ambition. I feel very lucky."

"And now you expect me to share you. I can fuck you Mondays Wednesdays and
Fridays and the colourful creep can have Tuesdays, Thursdays and
Saturdays. And on Sundays you can go out on the prowl for number 3."

"You don't know me. I am not a creep. I am as good as you. Maybe better if
David throws you over for me."

They glared at each other and it looked as if they might come to blows.

"Stop it the pair of you" David shouted at the top of his voice. Mark and
Steve turned to look at him. Tears were pouring down David's cheeks. "I
know it is all my fault, but I can't help myself. Each of you is more than
I deserve, and yet it is not enough. I think I must have been born with
something missing." Both Mark and Steve moved to comfort David. He stepped
back. "Keep away, both of you."

"David, I cannot share you in the way you seem to want me to" Mark said in
quiet tones.

"I don't doubt you love me David" Steve said "And I do still love you even
after all these years. The last weekend was great.  But it is different for
me now. I am not prepared to get deeply involved with you unless I am
certain that you are mine alone and for all time. You hurt me before. I
won't go through that pain again. You have to choose."

"No I don't have to choose. I can't choose. I am going to go away for a few
weeks or months or more. And when I come back, maybe I will know what I
truly want. And maybe I will be even more fucked up than I am now. I don't
know. But I won't stay here and continue to hurt you both the way I am. You
both deserve so much better."

David left the room. The next day he flew out of Heathrow airport.