Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 14:37:48 +0000
From: Stuart James <guy_in_boots@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sven and Olof and David

(This is the third story about David. He was 15 coming on 16 in the
(chronologically) first story 'Steve and David'. He was 16 coming on 17 in
'Dean and David' (which was actually published first). This story starts
with the scene at the end of 'Steve and David', which is in the 'Dean' time
frame. OK it is a bit confusing. What I am trying to say is that David is
still 16 coming on 17.

The plot requires me to fill in quite a bit of David's back story and this
takes the first half of this episode. This chapter was originally going to
be about 'Mark and David'. But I found that I had written about 6000 words
and not even introduced Mark. He will have to wait for next time.

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Sven and Olof and David


After a few minutes the tears stopped and David dried his eyes. He had not
really cried since his parents were both killed in a car accident when he
was 8. And he did not cry much then. It was not that he did not love his
parents. It was just that even as a small child he knew that he was fourth
in their priorities behind themselves, each other and their work. He had
not wanted for anything physically - his parents were successful and had
the lifestyle to go with it. They spent time with him. Looking back he
wondered if he had been on a rota or marked in their schedules. Every day
one or both of them would try to spend (to use that awful phrase) 'quality
time' with him. But as they started playing with him he knew he could only
have 15, 20 or 30 minutes. He learned to tell the time at an early age, and
only remembered enjoying those sessions when 20 minutes had passed and he
when knew he had a full 10 minutes left. Maybe it wasn't like that. But
that is how he remembered it. It made him a bit of a loner and fairly self
contained and independent.

He grew up even more quickly once they died. On the night of the accident
he had heard noises downstairs at around midnight. He got out of bed to see
what was happening. The noises did not sound like his parents coming
home. From the top of the stairs he could see 'Uncle' Peter with two
policemen. As he came down the stairs a policewoman came in the front
door. "What's going on", David asked Peter.

The policewoman took his hand as he reached the bottom step and crouched so
she looked directly in his eyes. "I have some bad news for you. Yours
parents have gone away and won't be returning for a very long time."

"What are you talking about? Are you saying they have gone to join a hippy
commune in Thailand or are you saying they are dead?"

The policewoman looked shocked, but David was advanced for his young age
and had the confidence to say what he felt. His parents had always
encouraged him to do so. He went and took Peter's hand. "Uncle Peter,
please tell me what has happened."

"David, your parents car ran off the road, hit a wall and burst into
flames. They have been killed. I am so sorry."

David did not say anything. He turned and walked towards the kitchen. The
policewoman, trying to recover from the previous put down, asked if she
could come with him. "Why do you want a glass of milk? I am only going to
get a glass of milk and then I shall return to bed. I do know where my own
kitchen is."

David actually had a different purpose in mind. Once in the kitchen he
washed up the glasses his parents had been using and put the wine bottle
into the recycling bin. He got himself a glass of milk and went up the
stairs wishing a general goodnight. He stopped half way up and turned and
said "Uncle Peter, will you still be here in the morning?"

Peter smiled at him and said "Yes. The police have taken your babysitter
home. I shall stay the night."

David went to bed and slept soundly. Normally he was awakened in the
morning by his mother who told him to get dressed. When he started school,
4 years previously, she had insisted that he learn to get himself
ready. This day he woke naturally. He looked at his watch. It was nearly
10.00am. So no school for him he reasoned. He washed and dressed and went
downstairs and found Peter in the dining room having coffee and
toast. Peter was about his parent's age - mid 30's. He was the family
solicitor as well as his father's best friend. David sat at the
table. "Uncle Peter, were they completely burned in the fire or is
something left."

"Don't worry about that" Peter replied.

"No you don't understand. They had had quite a bit to drink last night
before they went out. I just wondered whether there was enough left for the
police to find that out. It would be terrible if they could say it was all
their own fault. I washed the glasses out to get rid of the evidence here",
David said looking quite seriously at Peter.

"Oh I see." Peter thought before he spoke and could only think that the
truth was the best answer. "The fire was intense and there was virtually
nothing left."

"Good", David said and when Peter looked shocked added "It's better that
way isn't it?"

When Peter did not reply David said "Are you the exec ....exect...are you
the person who does their wills Uncle Peter?"

Peter again decided on openness and honesty. "Yes. Almost everything is
left to you in trust until you are 18. One of the directors of your Fathers
firm and I are the trustees. Does that answer your question?"

"No I did not mean that Uncle Peter. I mean who have they left me to?"

Peter got up and went to David and put his arm around his shoulder. "Their
wills ask that I look after you. Is that OK with you?"

David thought for a moment. "Do you want to do it? Mummy told me last night
that I was a pain. I know I can be very difficult. I would understand if
you did not want to do it."

"You are not a pain and I am sure your mother did not mean to say that you
were. Yes I want to do it. Shall we drop the 'Uncle'?  I never did like
it."

"Good...ehm... Peter". Then after a moment David added "I think we shall
get on OK."

And so they had. It had been agreed that they would live in David's home as
Peter only had a small apartment. Peter, still unattached, was not very
domesticated and let David come up with the ideas of how they should
live. David said they had to get a housekeeper as Peter's cooking was
terrible. "We already have Mr and Mrs Wilson to clean the house and do the
garden and things. A housekeeper could keep everything running
properly. And maybe we should get a couple of au pairs to look after me."

"Why au pairs? Peter asked.

"Well whoever looks after me - not that I need looking after - would have
to live in as you can't be here all the time. We have lots of room so
that's not a problem. It would suit au pairs. And au pairs are cheap,
particularly if they also want to study. If they are foreign they can teach
me their language. Whenever they did not want me to know something, Mum and
Dad spoke to each other in French, or German or Italian. I would like to
learn those languages."

"You have it all thought out" said Peter. "I will contact an agency about
both."

David helped Peter go through the applicants for housekeeper. They picked 3
to interview. Peter asked the questions he thought they would expect to be
asked. But really he felt out of his depth.

David kept throwing in questions. Two memorable ones sealed the fate of the
first two applicants.

When he asked the first one how to make a Yorkshire pudding, she said that
she always bought them frozen from Tesco's. That was certainly the wrong
answer for David who believed in good tasty home cooked food.  He asked the
second what she would put in his school lunch box. Crisps - that David
hated - and a chocolate bar - that was strictly rationed to David by his
mother - did for the second one.

The third potential housekeeper was a recently widowed lady ('around 40'
her CV said) from near Fort William in Scotland who introduced herself as
'Mrs McTavish'. The other two had used their first names. The downfall
question about Yorkshire pudding was answered fully and when she said she
would only serve it with roast beef or roast lamb, David's mouth watered
remembering his Mothers Sunday roasts. The pack lunch was also quickly
dispatched. "A small carton of either milk or fresh fruit juice. One or
maybe two wholemeal rolls filled with meat or cheese and some fresh fruit."
For good measure she added that there would be no crisps and no chocolate.

David smiled and went over and took her by the hand. "I will show you the
kitchen and where you will live." David had made up his mind.  Peter and
David had already decided to give the attached 'granny flat' to the
housekeeper.

When they were in the kitchen David asked "Will you teach me to cook, Mrs
M?"

"Mrs McTavish if you please. And yes I will if you are prepared to work
hard at it."

"Sorry Mrs McTavish. I like to do things well, so I will study hard. I want
to learn everything."

They returned to Peter, who explained about the au pairs, and asked if she
would help him - and of course David - to select them. They discussed other
practical matters and David was impressed by the logical way she approached
issues. They shook hands on the deal and agreed that she would start in two
days time. After a moment's hesitation, Mrs McTavish shook hands on the
deal with David.

The au pairs were soon selected and in post. A 17 year old French girl was
recruited for the next 6 months. An 18 year old Dutch girl was given a
contract for a year. They were given a semi-self contained suite of rooms
on the ground floor (generally called 'the flat') to share, so that they
had some independence. They were also given the bedroom next to David's for
when they were looking after him. They were told to share the job between
themselves but that one had to be on duty with David all the time he was
not at school or with Peter or with Mrs McTavish. Over the years the au
pairs came and went on one year contracts to maintain a 6 month
rotation. They were all female until David was 16 when the girls were
replaced with a single male 'friend'. They came from a number of European
countries and David soon spoke many languages with varying degrees of
fluency.

Mrs McTavish took to her new role with gusto when it became clear that she
really was in charge under Peter's very nominal direction. She took David
at his word and started regular cooking lessons and he was soon helping her
prepare meals a couple of times a week. She and David had one early
disagreement that cemented what became a close friendship - although she
always remained 'Mrs McTavish'. She insisted that whenever possible the
whole 'family' should eat dinner together. One day in her second week, she
cooked liver and bacon. David ate the vegetables without comment but left
the meat. Mrs McTavish told him to eat the liver or he would get no
dessert.

"That's ok, Mrs McTavish", said David. "But I don't like liver and I don't
see why I should eat what I don't like. If you are doing liver again, don't
do me any as I hate to see food wasted. The vegetables will be quite
sufficient. " His thoroughly reasonable and logical answer stopped Mrs
McTavish in her tracks. She looked to Peter for assistance. He just
shrugged, not least because he hated liver and was eating it under
sufferance. That day no one got any dessert! But she never did liver again
and began to consult the family on what she proposed to cook.

David grew over the years. He became more self contained and, some would
say, more awkward and outspoken. One subject that David enjoyed was
religious studies. He had long ago ceased to believe in God but he found
the open minded way his teacher discussed the subject very
stimulating. Unfortunately he was missing for one whole term when he had to
go into hospital for a serious operation. A catholic nun was brought in to
take his classes. David found her closed minded certainty very boring. He
thought it best to keep quiet in her class. One day Sister Agnes pointed
directly at him and said "What is God to you David?" He answered completely
honestly.

"A figment of your imagination, Sister." She ran at him swinging the heavy
cross that was round her neck. David escaped unhurt to the Headmistresses
office having been chased by the irate nun who used words David was sure
were not in the bible.  The Sister did not return to the school again. But
the headmistress was none too happy with David as she had to teach some
extra classes.

At about this time David noticed that Peter had begun to go out in the
evenings more frequently and sometimes did not return home until the next
day. One Sunday a new friend, Jeremy, came to lunch and stayed all day. He
visited frequently after that, although he never stayed overnight. The way
they reacted to each other made David sure that they were becoming an
'item' and maybe even falling in love ('whatever that means' David
thought). It could not go on like this. It was time to have it out with
Peter. After all this was his house. After Jeremy left one evening, David
went into the sitting room, where Peter was reading and said "I think we
need to talk. Although you try very hard not to show it, I think Jeremy is
very important to you. I have noticed the way you touch him. If you do have
feelings for him it is stupid that he doesn't stay here overnight if you
want him to."

"What about the others?"

"Well Anneke and Heidi are continentals. They won't have a problem. And Mrs
McTavish is a sensible Scot. I think I can deal with her."

"But I have a duty to you."

"Yes, but you have a duty to yourself as well. I know you have given up a
lot to be my guardian. But I want you to be happy. I propose that we
redecorate my Fathers old study - which has become a bit of a mausoleum -
and make that a private room for you. No one will go in without asking. And
if, in time, you want Jeremy to move in that's ok too. Although perhaps you
could ask him to get a different aftershave. That flowery stuff is
horrible."

"Do you know what it means when two men go together?" asked Peter.

David gave Peter his best 'pitying' look. "They have lots of words for
people like that at school. The latest - named after one of the boys who
does ballet lessons - is 'dirty bertie'. But you are my dirty bertie and I
love you."

Neither of them had ever said anything about feelings before and they
rarely ever touched. But David went and buried his head in Peter's
chest. Peter held him wondering if he had any part in shaping this
extraordinary boy. The next night Jeremy stayed overnight. For once David
restrained himself from the quip he had planned ('you two look tired') and
just said good morning.

David had guessed a couple of years ago that Peter was gay. That was mainly
the result of knowing with absolute certainty that he himself was gay. But
at this point he did not tell Peter. From that day a wall seemed to come
down between Peter and David and they started to show more obvious
affection for each other.

More years passed and David continued to do well at school and with his
many languages. He took up the piano - which he played competently rather
than well - and running at which he excelled and which he loved.

When he was nearly 16, he set out to lose his virginity and met Steve. At
the same time it was decided that he no longer needed two au pairs. When
one left he just had Francesca. When her twelve months were up he had Olof
from Sweden, who was 19. He came not only to help him learn Swedish but to
be a friend. David had few friends and none of them close. Peter suspected
that it was because he found people of his age immature and boring but also
wondered if it was because he was gay. Peter did not know the details, but
he knew that his close physical friendship with Dean had gone cold.

At dinner one day Olof asked if he could have the weekend off as his
brother, who was doing military service in the Swedish army, was in the UK
for a training exercise and he wanted to spend some time with him. David
said "Why doesn't he come and stay here? There is enough room in the flat."
Olof was pleased. He had not wanted to ask as it had been made very clear
to all the au pairs that guests - meaning boy and girl friends - could not
stay overnight. It was agreed.

The doorbell rang the next Thursday and David went to answer it. Standing
in the doorway was a tall blond soldier in military uniform. He had
piercing blue eyes and looked like a beefier version of his younger
brother. David stood wide eyed for a moment but recovered quickly. "You
must be Sven" he said holding his hand out. They shook hands and Sven came
in.

After a few moments Sven said "Is there something wrong with my uniform?"
David realised that he had been examining him in detail. He had taken in
the way the simple cotton camouflage jacket emphasised his chest. And the
way the cotton trousers showed off his legs and the contours of his arse
before disappearing into his black boots.

"No nothing", David stammered. "But it is such a cool uniform. You must let
me try it on." Olof entered at this point and he and Sven hugged each
other.

David did not see Sven again until breakfast the next day. He had eaten
dinner with his brother in the flat. "I need to go to college today and get
some books to prepare for my exams", Olof said. All the au pairs had
studied while in England. "Can you entertain Sven for me for an hour or
two?" This was a general question addressed to everyone.

"I have to go into the office today and I am giving Jeremy a lift into
town" Peter said.

"I am going for a run" David said.

"Well perhaps Sven could go with you for a run", Mrs McTavish suggested.  I
have to go shopping but I will leave some lemonade and sandwiches in the
fridge for you."

Sven looked at David with a grin on his face. "Can I?" Sven asked. "I won't
leave you too far behind, I promise."

David was not keen. He liked running on his own. That was part of the
attraction. Having considered in great detail last night, while lying on
his bed and playing with his cock, what Sven might look like under his
uniform, he did not relish the thought of seeing him in running gear while
wearing only thin running shorts himself. There would be little to cover
any embarrassment. But he was not passing up a challenge. "And I promise
not to kick up too much dust for you to choke on."

They met at 10.00am on the lawn. Both were wearing tight white shorts, a
white tee-shirt and Nike running shoes. David led the way. When they got to
open ground Sven challenged him for the lead which changed hands a number
of times. When they ran uphill, Sven's more powerful legs gave him the
edge. Downhill, David's relative compact size and his agility assisted
him. But in the home leg, Sven put on a turn of speed that the tired David
could not match. In the end Sven was home over 30 seconds ahead of David.

David found him sitting in the garden. Trying to speak between catching
breaths David said "Ok you win. I will get the lemonade for you oh great
one." David bowed down with his arms outstretched as he said that. Sven
gave him the one finger salute.

They sat in the garden drinking the home made lemonade and recovering from
what for both of them had been a strenuous run as neither had wanted to
give ground to the other. "Tell you what, why don't we go and let you try
on my uniform?"

David had not really meant it when he said he wanted to try it on. He was
just covering for his staring at Sven. But Sven drained his glass, got up,
and grabbed David by the wrist so that he had to follow him. In the bedroom
of Olof's flat, Sven got his uniform, which was on a hanger, out of the
closet. He pulled out a clean pair of olive boxer shorts from a drawer-
Army issue - and threw them at David. David stripped quickly while Sven had
his back to him, and pulled them on. This was followed by a clean olive
tee-shirt; then the combat trousers and dark green socks. Sven got on the
floor and laced up his boots on David, capturing the slightly too long
trouser legs in the top of the regulation army issue footwear. They were a
little big for him. Then the jacket and the dark green beret. He looked at
himself in the mirror. Sven came up behind him. As he was a little taller
than David he rested his arms on David's shoulders and looked in the
mirror.

"Perfect" Sven said.

 Their eyes met in the mirror. Sven turned David round, put his arms around
him and kissed him deeply their tongues alternating from mouth to
mouth. Sven still had his running gear on and it did not take him long to
remove it, most of it without breaking their embrace. When he was naked
David turned him onto his back on the bed. He hitched himself up and
looking at his beautiful body said "I think I outrank you", pointing to the
stripes on his arm.

Sven, who was much the stronger, grabbed him and pushed David onto his
back. He soon had him naked as well. Not that David wanted to resist
whatever this big man had in mind. He then lay alongside David. He grabbed
his own monster cock and David's not unimpressive one and said while
comparing the two, "No I think I outrank you."

He got on top of David and their bodies and mouths explored each
other. David reached down and took hold of Sven's solid cock. He moved it
to his arse so that the cock head was at his hole. Sven broke the kiss and
looking into David's face said "Are you sure?" David nodded and twisted his
legs so his knees bent over Sven's shoulders. David's cock was dripping
pre-cum and Sven used this to lubricate his cock and David's arse. Then he
entered David. Sven pushed his cock in as hard as he could with a single
thrust until it was embedded deep in David. David loved feeling of the
sheer animal power behind the sudden invasion of his body. He loved the
rush of adrenaline as Sven's action caused pain that rapidly turned to
pleasure. David tried to match Sven's rhythm so that he pushed back as
Sven's cock entered and re-entered him. He clenched his arse cheeks to
squeeze and stimulate Sven. Before long Sven groaned loudly and filled
David with strong pulses of his seed.  He withdrew his cock and pushed his
middle finger up David's hole both to probe his prostate and to keep the
spunk in. He then took David's cock in his mouth. He set up another rhythm
taking David's cock in and out through is lips. He used his left hand to
play with David's balls. "I going to come", David said, and Sven took his
cock deeper in his mouth and pushed his finger further up his hole until
David had climaxed and Sven had swallowed his spunk. Sven got up with a
broad grin on his face, his animal passions spent.

They went to the shower together and David enjoyed soaping and cleaning his
soldier lover's well muscled body. After all Sven outranked him by about 2
inches. They were drying off, still standing in the shower together when
Olof walked in. He saw their erect cocks pointing at each other and ran out
of the room. David ran naked to his own room and put on a track suit. Then
he went in search of Olof. He found him in the bedroom next door sitting on
the bed with his head in his hands. David sat down next to him and put his
arm around him. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew I was gay and your
brother......" David's words dried up.

"It's not that" said Olof. "Of course I knew both you and Sven are gay. It
is just that I wanted to do that with you, but I could not because of my
position in this house. It is not fair that my brother can have you and I
can't."

"You wanted to go to bed with me?" David fell back laughing. "And I have
wanted to go to bed with you since the first day you arrived. I did not say
anything as I thought you might be made to leave if others found out. But
my longing for you has grown as the months have passed. "

"But now you have been with my brother......" It was Olof's turn to run out
of words.

"That was just sex", David said. "We will make love, I promise. Let me work
out a way to make it a special time. I think that is what we both want and
a little longer wait will certainly increase my passion."

It did not take David long to sort something out. Every 3 months, Peter and
some friends would book into a hotel to play golf and bridge and trivial
pursuit. They also went there to eat and drink too much, well away from the
prying eyes of their families. One day at dinner, after Sven had gone back
to base, Peter said that the hotel where he and his friends had booked for
their latest get together had had a flood and had had to cancel their visit
next weekend. "Have it here", David said.

Counting on his fingers Peter said "but we are two bedrooms short."

"No. Angus and Clive can have my room and I will stay in the flat with
Olof. I certainly want to be well out of the way of your drunken party."

"Angus and Clive can't share a room."

"Why not? They do at the hotel and Jeremy told me that they make quite a
lot of noise." Peter looked at Jeremy, who rather sheepishly nodded his
head. "So they won't mind sharing here. But tell them not to break my bed
springs."

"Have you forgotten that I am going away this weekend?" Mrs McTavish said.

"Emmm, that is a problem" David said, although in truth he had not
forgotten and it was now a part of his plan. Then he brightened. "Well you
could prepare a cold supper for the Friday - meat, cheese, pate, desserts,
that sort of thing. I can make a cooked breakfast for the Saturday. You
could make one of your famous curries for the Saturday evening and leave it
in the fridge. I could heat it up and do some rice and things. Continental
breakfast for Sunday and Peter can take them for lunch in the golf club
before they go home." David grinned and looked rather smug.

"What will you two boys do?" Peter asked.

"Oh I guess we could watch some gory movies. We won't get bored", David
said innocently. But he had other plans.

Peter's guests arrived. David had already set out the cold buffet in the
dining room. He spent as few minutes as he could being polite to the
guests. But as soon as he was able he retreated to Olof's rooms, carefully
locking the door. He had previously got a bottle of champagne from the
fridge and put it in an ice bucket. He had liberated some of the cold
buffet for the two of them to eat. He lowered the lights - but not too much
as he had long wanted to examine Olof's naked body to see how closely it
matched up to his bedtime fantasies. He changed into a clean pair of very
tight shorts and a tight vest that showed off his arms and shoulders to (in
his opinion) perfection. He heard Olof's key go into the outside door so he
stood with his hands behind his back and legs a little apart (as Steve had
taught him) facing the door. Olof saw David and froze. David, who had a
broad grin on his face, went over and took him by the shoulder and moved
him into the house. He shut and locked the door, and went over to Olof -
who by now was both wide-eyed and wide-mouthed - took him in his arms and
gently kissed him. Their tongues flirted and their bodies pressed together.

David freed his arms and removed Olof's jacket while they continued to
kiss. He lifted up his polo shirt until his fingers found his nipples. He
gently played and teased them, causing Olof to squirm and sigh. They broke
their kiss and David replaced his fingers with his lips on the now erect
nipples.

Olof put his hands on David's head not wishing him to break loose from this
connection to his body.

David changed to the other nipple and then raised his head and said "I have
done that so often in my mind. But the real thing is so much better."

He pulled Olof's shirt over his head, while Olof undid the top of his
jeans. They fell to the floor and David went down onto his knees. He freed
the now straining cock from their white cotton imprisonment and took it
into his mouth. He had an urge to swallow it in one go, but was not sure
how Olof would respond. He realised that he had no idea what Olof would
like or dislike. He sucked the swollen cock head and ran his tongue around
its contours. Olof groaned and once again held David's head in
place. Olof's breaths got shallower.

"I am going to shoot. Move your head." David had no intention of doing any
such thing. He put his hands onto Olof's arse to hold him in place. When
the explosion came, he drank every drop that came out of the cock and into
his mouth. David licked off the last drops and released the still throbbing
tool. He got up and looked at the man he had wanted since the day he
arrived.

"I hope I haven't shocked you. But I wanted to swallow your seed. It tasted
good."

"Shocked no. I just did not think that you would know such things. I
thought you were innocent."

They looked at each other and realising that the situation was really very
funny, they both laughed.

David took Olof's hand and led him to the champagne, which he proceeded to
open and to pour into glasses.

"Let's drink and find out what we want to do next." David sipped his drink
and said "I think I have invented a new cocktail - champagne and spunk. I
shall call it a 'Dizzy Swede'."

Olof became serious. "Will you fuck me? I have never wanted to before but
seeing you in front of me, I know it is what I want and I want you to do
it." He then added "Will it hurt too much?"

"This might sound a crazy answer, but it will only hurt if you want it to."
Olof shook his head. "I will take it easy the first time and it won't hurt
much, I promise." Olof's cock was coming back to attention. David took hold
of it and fondled it between his fingers. "I want this in me too. And I do
want it to hurt. This little cherub has a number of bad habits." For good
measure, he added "It will be interesting to experience who has more
powerful hips - you or your brother."

David stripped while they finished their drinks. He took Olof's hand and
led him to the bed. He laid him down on his back and got on top of
him. They kissed, sometimes deeply and sometimes gently. They explored each
other's bodies with their hands and their mouths and soon both were
dripping pre-cum. David turned Olof onto his stomach and played with his
hole. He got some lubrication and gently put one finger inside his Swede
massaging his hole. He increased this to two and then three. He could feel
Olof getting tense as he tried to stretch his virgin hole. "Relax, baby.

You will like it." David put some lubrication on his cock. He knelt on the
bed with Olof between his legs. He used his hands to push Olof's arse
cheeks apart and put his cock head at the entrance. He slowly increased the
pressure and his cock started its journey inside Olof. "Relax baby, Relax,"
he whispered in his ear. Millimetre by millimetre he crawled inside him. By
now Olof must have realised that the slight pain he was feeling would get
no worse and this made him relax further and the discomfort lessened
more. This encouraged David to go in deeper. Eventually he could advance no
further and he lay down on top of Olof's back and kissed his neck and
licked his ears.

He felt Olof flex his arse cheeks and squeeze David's cock. David groaned
and Olof took that as a signal to do it longer and harder. David began to
pump his cock in his Swede. Olof stayed relaxed and David increased the
pace until he knew he was on the edge. He made 5 or 6 long and deep thrusts
into Olof and then groaned as he shot his load in great waves. It was a
first for them both.

David continued to lay on Olof's back breathing heavily in his ear, with
his cock still twitching inside him. This was all Olof needed and he
clenched David's cock hard between his arse cheeks as he climaxed for the
second time that evening. David withdrew his cock. He got up and held out
his hand to Olof, who took it. Hand in hand they went to the bathroom and
got under the stream of a warm shower. Their passions over for the moment,
they kissed gently and held each other. "That was amazing", Olof said. "It
felt so good. Was it like that for you the first time?"

David was not sure how to reply. His hole had been taken with more force
and therefore more pain. Eventually he said "It was different, but equally
as good I guess." Olof went to speak again and David put his finger to his
lips and said "Let's just talk about us." They washed each other between
kisses and eventually got out of the shower and dried themselves. Olof went
to put some clothes on but David stopped him. "No. Let's remain naked. We
can have something to eat and when my cock has reloaded I want to go again
and again."

And that is how the evening and night progressed. David fucked Olof again
and Olof fucked David.

They kissed and sucked each other's cocks and Olof even swallowed David's
spunk, although it was clear he did not much enjoy the experience.

The time between their ejaculations became longer and around midnight they
fell asleep with their bodies knotted together on a cum stained bed.

They were awoken by a sharp knocking on the door. Peter called "Are you in
there? Why is the door locked? Is everything alright?" David knew it would
not take Peter long to get the keys, especially if he thought that there
was a problem. So David went and unlocked the door, while still naked, and
opened it a crack. At some point in the night Olof must have bitten David's
neck and Peter could see a large bruise on it. Peter was concerned by the
bruise and wanted to examine it.

He surprised David by pushing the door open which caused David to fall
backwards onto the floor.

Peter could see David's cock which was at full mast and when he looked
through to the bedroom he could see Olof in a similar condition while
sprawled on the well used bed. Peter understood at once. He held his hand
out to help David up. "Scary movie was it? You promised to make breakfast,
so hurry up." He smiled at his ward and ruffled his hair. Then he turned
and left.

David and Olof quickly showered and dressed and went to the kitchen to cook
a full English breakfast. Peter came in at one point and said "Just one
question. Did you plan this or did it just happen?"

"I planned it in detail" said David. "It is all my fault. You mustn't blame
Olof."

"Fault is not the issue here. If you are both happy with what has happened
then so am I." Peter left.

The boys ate breakfast with Peter's friends, sitting side by side. David
tormented Olof by feeling his crotch under cover of the table. Eventually
Peter and his friends took their clubs and went to play golf. David and
Olof cleared up the dining room and then the kitchen. Finally, they changed
the messy bed and put the dirty sheets and towels into the washing machine.

"What shall we do now", Olof asked. "Play Trivial pursuit?"

"There is nothing trivial about what I have planned for us", David replied
as he moved to kiss Olof.