Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 22:51:46 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: David's Initiation 13

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David's Initiation 13

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Nature called Dave at about 0430 hrs to relieve his bladder. Upon returning
to bed he snuggled up against Paul and quickly drifted back to sleep. The
next time he opened his eyes he could tell the sun was up and so was Paul. In
fact, by feeling the sheets Dave could tell Paul had been gone from the bed
long enough for sheets to feel cold. About then he heard humming coming from
the front room and the smell of fried bacon hit his nostrils. Still naked he
rolled out of bed and walked toward the sound. He recognized the tune Paul
was humming; it was a country tune to which Dave knew neither the name nor
words but Paul sure sounded happy.

When Dave entered the front room he almost broke out in laughter but managed
to stifle it. Paul was standing in front of the stove with his back to the
room; he was naked except for the apron he was wearing. The apron was hung
from Paul's neck by a strap and it was tied in the back but the sides did not
meet and that left a gap of about six inches down the middle. Dave stood
staring at the way the apron framed Paul's ass with the crack down the
middle. It was funnier than words. Dave wished he had a camera.

`Ah-ha! I'll surprise him this morning.' Dave thought as he quietly crossed
the room in his bare feet. Silently he approach Paul from behind, stuck out
his hand and slid it under Paul's buns, his middle finger finding its way
into the crack.

"YEOW!" Paul yelled as he jumped about six inches into the air. Dave quickly
slid his body up next to Paul and kissed the shocked man on his lips.

"Mornin, cowboy." Dave said as he slid his left hand under the apron and
wrapped his fingers around Paul's partially hard pole. The touch of Dave's
right hand and index finger on his backside was already causing the desired
reaction by Paul's pole.

"Damnit Dave, you scared the shit out'a me!

"Nah, if I did that there wouldn't be anything left of you. Got any juice for
me to drink this mornin?" Dave asked as he persisted in pulling on Paul's
prick. He sank to his knees and worked his head under the apron.

"Damnit Dave, I'm trying to fix breakfast... oh shit!" He exclaimed as
Dave's mouth closed over the tip of his cock. "We have things to do today,
Dave," Paul tried to explain as his cock disappeared completely down Dave's
throat, "DAVE, I'M FRYING BACON HERE... oh my God!" Paul exclaimed at the
sudden pleasure he experienced. Dave had managed to reposition his right hand
between Paul's legs and at that moment his middle finger entered Paul's body
and pressed against his prostate. Giving up, Paul slid the skillet off the
burner and turned off the flame as he placed his hands on the edge of the
stove while he moved back away from it to give Dave more room and spread his
legs wider apart. Dave was moving very rapidly. "He's a man on a mission...
(gasp) and he's... good... damned good." Moments later, "Okay, get ready, here
comes your juice!"

Paul was taken so totally by surprise he had almost no time to think about
what Dave was doing to him; his body just responded to the stimulation and
relinquished its precious seed faster than he could ever remember. His body
stiffened, he grunted, his cremaster muscle contracted pulling his testicles
almost into his body as his seminal fluid gushed into Dave's mouth and down
his throat. It was a good thing this happened after a good night's sleep;
otherwise he might not have had the strength to withstand such an assault.

With Paul's arms braced against the stove Dave squeezed up in front of him
and engaged him in an open-mouthed kiss, sharing some of his reward.

"Thanks for the fresh-squeezed juice this morning, it sure was tasty," Dave
said between kisses.

"My pleasure, stud soldier, all my pleasure." Paul wrapped his arms around
Dave and picked him up off the floor, all the while kissing and exploring
Dave's oral cavity with his tongue. Carrying Dave, he slowly turned around,
moved a few feet, sat Dave down on the table and pushed him onto his back.
Now it was his turn. In one swift motion he moved down Dave's body and
devoured his cock to its hilt. After pinching both of Dave's nipples and
getting the erotic response he wanted, Paul worked his right hand up to
Dave's face and slid his middle finger between Dave's open lips. Dave's
mouth immediately closed around the intruder and began bathing it with
saliva. Moments later, Paul withdrew his finger and moved it between Dave's
legs; he was planning to return the favor Dave had done for him. He placed
the moist finger against Dave's pucker and felt it close even tighter. Then,
as if by magic Dave's flesh relaxed and practically invited Paul's finger
inside. Paul remembered what Dave had said the night before, that he didn't
enjoy having his anus probed. Apparently he was making an exception. Paul
quickly found Dave's prostate and began to add that stimulation to that which
his tongue, mouth and throat were doing to Dave's prick. Despite Dave's
accomplished endurance, Paul's actions had managed to surprise him and he was
quickly approaching orgasm.

"Ohh, gaah, unnngg!" was all Dave could get out of his throat as Paul drained
the juice from his nuts. Dave lay totally limp and spread out across the
table as Paul hovered over him and rewarded him with a wet, semen-filled
kiss. After mixing Dave's cum with saliva both men swallowed and Paul stood
up.

"As soon as you get your strength back, wash your hands and set the table for
breakfast. I'm going to finished the bacon and fry some eggs. How do you like
yours?" Paul instructed very business-like with a slight chuckle in his voice
as he went to the sink and washed his hands. Dave had taken Paul by surprise
but Paul was able to even the score and it pleased him to no end.

"Over easy." Dave managed say weakly as he struggled to sit up. He washed his
hands and set the table then both men sat down to enjoy their breakfast, all
the while they grinned at each other thinking about the fun they were having.
They washed the dishes and headed for the bedroom.

"You said something about `things to do today,' What's that mean?" Dave
asked.

"Yeah, you gotta wear clothes. Get into your Levi's and check the closet in
the other bedroom. There should be a shirt that'll fitcha; and if ya look on
the floor of the closet ya should find a pair of boots that'll fit too."

"What'er we gonna do that I need to get all dressed up?"

"You'll see, now move Corporal." Paul said in a jocular tone as he popped
Dave on the behind. When they finally walked out of the house they both
looked like a couple of crusty old cowhands. They even wore cowboy hats. Paul
led them around behind the house to another building, which had a kind of
carport attached. Dave assumed that the tarp he saw covered some kind of
vehicle and when Paul pulled it off, there sat a rusty old Chevy pickup
truck. Dave concluded that the rust seemed to be the only thing holding it
together.

"Let's see if we can get this mother to run," Paul announced as he opened the
driver's door and slid behind the wheel. Dave opened the passenger door and
he could hardly believe his eyes when he crawled inside. The truck was so old
the gearshift was on the floor. And the instrument panel was devoid of most
of its instruments. The gas gauge seemed to be the only thing that might
still work.

Paul pumped the accelerator a few times and pulled out on a knob that was
labeled `CHOKE'. The key was still in the ignition and when Paul turned it
the engine came to life, sputtered a few times and then ran surprisingly
smoothly.

"Ready?" Paul asked as he looked at Dave.

"Of course, you know I'll follow you anywhere," Dave said with a smile to
reinforced his comment.

"Okay, here we go." Paul pushed in the clutch, placed the gearshift into
first gear, let the clutch out and the truck lurched forward hesitatingly for
a few seconds like it was reluctant to leave its shelter then accelerated
smoothly out of the carport. Paul drove the truck down a road that looked
like nature was having great success in reclaiming. With no seatbelts, the
two male bodies inside the cab were tossed and jostled about over the uneven
ground until Dave began to have concern for his kidneys. After about fifteen
minutes of this torture Dave saw a house and a barn ahead and assumed that
was their destination. He and Paul had said little during the trip because
they found the rough ride made conversation rather difficult. Paul drove up
right next to the barn and stopped. As they drove up, Dave noticed an older
man sitting in a chair at the entrance to the barn and he followed Paul as
they walked toward the man.

"Howdy, Billy Joe, you doin okay these days?"

"Howdy, Mr. Paul, good to see ya again. Yeah, doin okay.

Dave examined Billy Joe and guessed he was probably about 55 years old, maybe
older. It was hard to make an accurate estimate because the man was well
tanned and wrinkled and had at least a two-day stubble on his face. At one
time in his life Billy Joe was probably a hot looker with a hard, tight body,
the kind you get from hard work.

"Billy Joe, this here's my friend Dave."

"Howdy, Dave, good to meetcha."

"Good to meet you too, Billy Joe."

"Mr. Paul, I got a couple o' mares a wait'n in the barn, got bridles on'm. I
knowed how you like to saddle your own."

"Thanks, Billy Joe, that's mighty nice o' ya." It was all Dave could do to
restrain his laughter. Paul was morphing before his eyes into some Texas
cowboy whose speech was right out of some Hollywood western.

Dave followed Paul into the barn and practically bumped into a couple of
horses.

"Oh, wow... they're really big!" Dave exclaimed.

"Surely you've seen a horse before haven't you?"

"At this moment I'm closer to a horse than I have ever been in my whole
life." Dave replied; a tone of astonishment was evident in his voice.

Paul picked up on the subtle message in Dave's voice and when he turned
around with a saddle in his hands he could see Dave staring motionless at the
horses as if he were frozen to the spot. It's funny how you think you know
someone and then a situation develops that makes you realize there are things
yet to learn. Paul set the saddle down and walked over to Dave; he stood
directly in front of him between him and the horses.

"Hey Dave," Paul said quietly as he leaned down, kissed Dave and wrapped him
in a hug. At first Dave felt as rigid as a board but quickly relaxed in
Paul's arms. "You gonna be all right?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just surprised at how big these animals are, that's all."
Dave began to look around checking to see if anyone was watching them in a
hug.

"Look... we don't have to go riding if you'd rather not. I just thought you
might like to see and experience the real Texas."

"No, no! I'd like that. Just give me a few minutes." Nobody was in sight.

"Come're." Paul let go of Dave, took him by the hand and led him around in
front of one of the horses. "Here," Paul said as he took Dave's hand, "feel
her forehead." As if the horse knew what Paul was saying she lowered her head
to make it easier for Dave to pet her. "See how gentle she is? I think she
likes you. What'a you think?"

"Yeah, I think she does to." Dave said, followed by a little nervous laugh.

"Here, you hold her reins and I'll put the saddle on her." Paul said as he
handed Dave the reins. Dave took hold of them and continued rubbing the
horse's forehead. In a matter of minutes both horses were saddled and Paul
led them out of the barn. Dave knew his next challenge would be mounting the
horse.

"You think you're ready to get up?" Paul asked.

"I'm ready," Dave said, mustering all the courage he could, "just show me
how." Paul walked over and stood beside him.

"Okay, take hold of the saddle horn with your left hand and hold on the back
of the saddle with your right hand, keep hold of the reins... okay, now place
your left foot in the stirrup." Dave accomplished those two tasks rather
easily. "Now, pull yourself up and swing your right leg over the saddle; I'll
give you a boost this first time." Dave did exactly as Paul instructed and
easily rose and settled into the saddle.

"Whoa, ha ha ha!" Dave almost shouted. "That was more of a goose than a
boost, Lieutenant."

"Never miss an opportunity for a good feel, Corporal." Paul chuckled.

Paul mounted up and before they departed he gave Dave a few instructions
about how to get the horse to turn left, right, stop and start. Billy Joe
handed Paul some saddlebags, which he tied behind his saddle. Paul led the
way as they walked their horses out across the field. Dave wondered where
they were going as Paul turned into a tour guide and began pointing out
various items of interest. Paul was talking and pointing and gesturing at
things and places and assigning a name to almost everything he mentioned.
After a while they came across a large heard of cattle and Paul talked about
the excitement of a roundup and other experiences from his past. Dave
wondered if Paul knew the names of all the cows. Leaving the cattle behind
they topped a rise and a field of oil wells spread before them, their weirdly
shaped heads bobbing up and down. Dave had absolutely no idea where he was;
he was completely lost.

Dave enjoyed watching Paul's body moved from side to side in the saddle as
the horse walked slightly ahead of him. This seemed to be a different Paul
than he knew on the Post. He was more calm and relaxed but he still had the
same sense of humor. Although he already liked Paul, he was beginning to like
him even more; he was a real person.

`I think my first impression of Paul was correct, he really is a nice guy.
Back in the barn when I froze momentarily he could have called me a pussy for
being frightened of the horses. Instead he was concerned; he cared. He didn't
make fun of me. Just look at him, he's having the time of his life. This is
his element, where he loves to be.' Dave thought.

`God. I can't believe I was so stupid this morning. Paul must think I'm a
slut the way I attacked him. Well, I'm not. I need to show him I'm a good
person too. I just let the sex part get the better of me; my gonads took
control of my brain. That's not like me at all. I have better self-control
than that. Last night he said he liked me a lot. Then he talked about the
future. I've never been in an affair and I'm sure that's what he was talking
about. Okay. But I would like this to be more than just about sex. Sex is
what I experienced with Danny. Sex with Paul is great but I think we can do
better than that. I wouldn't mind a little emotional involvement. Maybe
that's what Paul meant last night. Slow down. Just slow down. Like I said,
this is Paul's element and he's in charge. That's okay with me. He's an
officer and a gentleman and I'm a grunt soldier. I'll let him lead but I'll
challenge him once in a while just to keep it interesting.'

After a while they came to a clump of trees, stopped and dismounted. Paul
spread a blanket over the ground, opened the saddlebags Billy Joe had given
him and began pulling out sandwiches. Next he pulled out a couple of Cokes
that had been kept chilled by the insulated pouch they were in. Although the
air was hot the shade and cold drinks provided a nice touch. After resting
and talking for about ten minutes Dave changed the direction of the
conversation.

"Paul..." Paul looked over at Dave with anticipation. "Paul, I want to
apologize for what I did this morning. I've never done anything, and I mean
anything like that." Paul opened his mouth to speak but Dave put his hand up
to silence him. "That's not really who I am and I'd like you to know that.
You're only the second man I've been with and, combined with not having any
for almost two years I got carried away." Dave paused and stared at the
ground for a moment then looked back into Paul's hazel eyes.

"I think you're a good person and I'd like to get to know you better, and I
don't mean sexually. Have I screwed this up?"

Paul held his hand out and Dave took it. "No apology needed, Dave. I consider
myself a good judge of character and you've already shown me you are a good
and solid individual. I should probably be apologizing to you for the way I
came after you and seduced you. But you handled that with a lot of maturity
and patience. I think we're really doing okay. Actually," Paul began to
chuckle, "I thought what we did this morning was a lot of spontaneous fun,
the sort of impulsive thing that keeps life interesting. Hell, if I criticize
you for doing something like that then I won't be able to act a little crazy
myself at times. I'm too much of a practical joker to not do something stupid
from time to time." Paul smiled at Dave, "Deal?"

"Deal!" Dave accepted the offer and Paul leaned over and gave him a long and
gentle kiss.

"And I can't let you take all the credit for this morning," Paul continued,
emphasizing the word `all'. You know what I was thinking when I was so...
ah-hum... (Paul cleared his throat) pleasantly assaulted?" Dave nodded `No.'
"I was thinking about how great we were together yesterday afternoon and
evening. I was already half hard when you attacked. But you're right, and
I'll do my best to help us get to really know each other better."

"Speaking of that, what are your plans when you get out of the Army?

"Well..." Dave sat up and drew his knees toward his chest then crossed his arms
across his knees. "When I graduated from high school I got accepted by four
schools. Two of them offered me scholarships but they wouldn't guarantee that
they would still be available when I got out of the Army. A couple of months
ago I wrote both schools and one agreed to reinstate the scholarship; it is
the school I really wanted to attend all along. After talking with an
admissions counselor I learned that all the credits I earned at the local
college will transfer, but I will have to enter as a freshman the first
semester and go through freshman orientation. The spring semester they will
list me as a sophomore. That means I'll only be one year behind where I would
have been if I had gone to college straight out of high school."

"Have you decided what you want to do, what field you are going to study?"

"Architecture. Remember... I told you I worked in construction for three
summers? I really liked it. One of the firm's architects kind of adopted me
and taught me quite a bit. He even let me help him design projects on the
computer."

Paul observed how Dave seemed to come alive as he described his interest in
architecture and construction. He could tell that Dave had found his life's
work and Paul decided he should do whatever he could to help Dave succeed.

"I guess I would have to call Joe my sponsor or mentor. He's a really great
guy. He even called me last week and asked me if I could come back to work
with him when I get home, my parents told him about my plans, and I said yes."

"You must be the most organized person I know." Paul said with astonishment.

"Yeah," Dave replied with a chuckle, "My sister says I'm anal retentive,
Teutonic, whatever that means."

Paul got to his feet. "Let's get this stuff collected and head back to the
barn. Billy Joe will be wonderin what happened to us." The return trip was
short; they must have been fairly close to the barn already. After removing
the saddles, Paul showed Dave how to brush the horses before turning them
loose. Dave was real proud of himself for all the things he had learned. The
old truck started without a cough and soon they were bouncing along the old
road back to the house.

After parking the truck under the carport Paul led the way into the house.
Once inside, Dave reached out and grabbed Paul by the left rump. Paul came to
a halt and turned around slowly so as to make sure he didn't break the grip
Dave had on him.

"Somethin on your mind?" Paul asked.

"I've been watchin your hot ass sway back and forth in that saddle all day
and it's been drivin me crazy. I just had to touch it."

"I hope that's not all you wanna do." Paul replied as he wrapped his arms
around Dave's shoulders and moved close for a kiss. Dave responded just like
Paul wanted. Soon they were removing each other's clothes right there in the
living room and dropping them on the floor. They moved quickly to the bedroom
where they helped each other remove their boots and Levi's then dived onto
the bed and into each other's arms. Paul grabbed a condom. Dave got the lube
and began applying it to Paul's hole while Paul rolled the condom on Dave's
pole. Both men seemed to be in a hurry. Paul pulled his knees to his chest
and Dave wasted no time in sliding his shaft to Paul's depths. Paul placed
his hands on either side of Dave's face and drew their lips together in a
lingering kiss with tongues dancing provocatively with each other.

"Ride me hard, Dave, pound me good. It's what I need most at this moment."
Without saying a word Dave began slowly then quickly worked his actions to a
forceful fuck, jarring Paul's body with each thrust and driving his head
against the headboard. Their eyes remained open and locked on each other like
they were communicating some silent message of love and passion. Dave no
longer felt the need to delay his climax like he had taught himself; he only
needed to time it to coincide with his partner's orgasm. He was getting
better at reading Paul and allowed his passions to rise at the same rate as
his partner's. Each time Paul felt Dave's eggs smack against his ass cheeks
it seemed to elevate his excitement.

Neither man was yet aware of the bond that was beginning to form just below
the surface of their relationship. On some as yet undetectable level, each
man was reading the other's emotional, physical, sexual, and intellectual
signals and it was working to their mutual pleasure.

After less than seven minutes of skin slapping against skin and grunts and
groans filling the room Dave watched Paul's eyes close slowly and his mouth
start to open. He knew the signs. Paul arched his back and shot a river of
cum high into the air, some of it hitting Dave's chest but most of it landing
on Paul and the sheets. Dave was already close to his own climax and the
picture of pleasure registering on Paul's face was enough to trigger his
release.

With eyes still closed, Paul reached up and drew Dave down too him. They lay
quietly, breathing fast and heavy. When Dave's cock wilted and slipped out of
Paul's ass, Paul rolled them over so that Dave was spooned back against his
chest. In a matter of moments they were asleep. A breeze blew through the
open windows and cooled them while removing the aroma of sex from the air.


"Time to rise," Dave heard a whisper in his ear followed by a wet tongue.

"I don't think I can; you took all I have for a while." Dave responded
quietly as he instantly felt the comfort of Paul's body pressing snuggly
against the length of his backside.

"No stud soldier, I mean, it's time to get up. We need to shower. I'm taking
you to town for dinner. Is sex the only thing you think about?"

Dave flipped over and kissed Paul on the lips. "It's your fault. I can't
resist your sexy body. Where're we going for dinner?"

"I thought we'd go into town and have a greaseburger with fries and a beer.
Think you can handle that?"

Yeah, I am hungry, now that you mention it. What time is it?"

"Almost 5 P.M."

"Okay, together or separately?" Dave asked.

"Separate. I can't keep my hands off you and you seem to have the same
problem."

About thirty minutes later they left the house and climbed into the old
truck. "How come we're taking this?" Dave asked.

"It needs gas. Besides, my Boxster would draw too much attention."

Paul stopped the truck when they got to the gate and the two men got out so
Paul could show Dave how to lock/unlock it. After driving the truck through
the open gate, Dave closed and locked it then climbed back into the truck.
Paul reached across the cab, took hold of Dave's left hand and placed on his
right thigh near his crotch. Upon reaching the highway Paul turned right; it
was opposite the direction they had come the day before.

It only took about 15 minutes to reach the `town,' and calling it that was a
compliment. It was an intersection of two roads. Paul pulled in to the gas
station that was situated on the first corner on the right. Dave got out of
the truck and surveyed the `town.' At the corner directly across the street
ahead was an old building with a sign that said it was a grocery story.
Diagonally across the street from the gas station was another gas station.
`Wow, the locals have a choice!' Dave thought. On the fourth corner was an
old building with a sign that said "EATS & DRINKS." There was a sign in one
window that announced `Dancing Nightly.' The image of an old fashioned
saloon quickly popped into Dave's mind. He was not to be disappointed.

After paying for the gas, Paul drove out of the station and directly across
the street where he parked in front of "EATS & DRINKS." Dave couldn't avoid
noticing just how primitive everything appeared and how Paul seemed to drive
anywhere he wanted without following any driving rules. The two men climbed
the steps and walked into an old saloon-like atmosphere. Nobody was playing
some tinny-sounding piano over in the corner but every thing else seemed to
fit. Dave followed Paul to a booth where they slid behind the table. They sat
ninety degrees from each other and the first thing Dave noticed was Paul's
knee rubbing up against his.

"Well, I do declare, Paul honey. Where y'all been? We haven't seen you in
more than a month of Sundays."

"Howdy, May." Paul responded, recognizing the waitress by name. It was
obvious they were not strangers.

"Honey, where you been all this time? Last time I heard you was in the Army."

"Still am, May, just visitin the ranch for a day or two."

Dave studied May as she stood in front of the table with her order pad in
hand interrogating Paul. She was actually a good-looking woman, tall and
slim, nice waist, about 35 years old, a pleasant smile, bleached blond hair
pulled back into a bun, and nice legs. She wore a blouse with big puffy
shoulders and a short skirt that was covered with a shorter apron.

"Say, who's you're cute little friend here?" May asked as she looked
directly at Dave."

"May, say hello to Dave. Dave this here is May." Always observant, Dave
noticed that Paul had not bothered to stand when May appeared so he decided
to remain seated even though he normally would have stood when being
introduced to a woman.

"Howdy, May." Dave said.

"Paul, you need to bring him around more often so's I can break him in. Ya
know who he reminds me of?"

"Who's that, May?"

"That Law fellow, Jude Law, only lots cuter. Dave has better lookin eyes."

"Well, he tells me he's not a virgin, May, so don't waste you're time."

Dave was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable sitting quietly as Paul and
May discussed him as thought he was some inanimate object. And what did his
being or not being a virgin have to do with anything?

"That's no matter, Paul, he's cute enough I'll be happy to make an
exception. You still a virgin, honey?"

"Yup." Paul replied. "Gonna stay that way till the right gal comes along. No
thin personal, May, you know how it is."

"Yeah, I know. Been tryin to break you in since you was 16. There's always
hope." May said with a big Texas smile. Now, what can I bring you fellows to
eat?" `Apparently the social hour just ended,' Dave thought.

"Bring each of us one of your big greaseburgers with all the fixins and
fries. And we sure could drink a cold Coors while we wait."

"You sure your friend here is old enough? Sure looks mighty young to be
drinkin beer."

"He's old enough, May. Bring him a beer; maybe he'll dance with ya later."

"You know how I can be bought, Paul." May smiled as she turned and walked
away from the table.

"What the hell was that?" Dave asked with a chuckle when he felt May was
safely out of range.

Paul chuckled. "That's May. She's been tryin to get into my pants since I
turned 16. She's got a boyfriend, a deputy sheriff, but she is an incurable
flirt. There's nothin you can say that will embarrass her or drive her off.
She's given me a lot of laughs over the years.

May brought the beers and winked at Dave in the process. The greaseburgers
arrived shortly thereafter; they were huge. Both ate quietly for a while then
Dave spoke up.

"Thanks Paul, this is amazing. I can't believe I'm sittin here in an old
Texas saloon drinking beer and eating a hamburger with the best lookin cowboy
in the country. Next I expect some cowpoke to come in and shoot the place up.
Thanks for exposing me to this side of life; I never would have believed it."

"This is the way folks survive out here. There's nothin fancy, just hard
work. They like to kick up their heels on Saturday nights and this place will
really start hoppin in about two hours. Say! Look over there, comin through
the door. That's Roy, May's boyfriend."

"Oh shit!" Dave exclaimed privately. "He must be 6 ft. 6 inches tall and
built like a brick shithouse."

"Yeah, I'll never understand why May can't be satisfied with him. Just look
at that bulge in the front of his pants. I've seen him and he's bigger than
you and me combined. A few years ago some of us guys were talkin and I got
the distinct impression that May would latch onto a virgin and Roy would
watch her break him in. The thought of him watching me fuck May was almost
enough to get me into her bed... NOT."

"God he is impressive, I see what you mean. There he goes, probably in a
hurry to go arrest some desperados. Hehehe." Dave laughed at his own
silliness.

The food had disappeared from their plates and May stopped by the table to
remove them. "Didn't you promise me a dance with your cute friend?"

"I said maybe. Ask him, decision's his."

"I'd be glad to dance with you, May, but I don't hear any music."

"You let me take care of these plates and the music then I'll be back." May
took the plates and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Dave
and Paul heard a slow country ballad come from the old jukebox next to what
was obviously a dance floor as May approached their table. "Let's go cowboy."

Dave stood up and May literally swept him to the dance floor and held him
close to her as they danced. May practically had a death squeeze on him,
pressing him close and grinding her body against him. Feeling anybody, man or
woman that close to him and grinding against his crotch was more than enough
to get Dave stimulated.

"You are such a cute little guy I just might have to take you home with me."
May spoke into his ear. For the first time Dave noticed that May was at least
an inch taller than he was. "And I can tell you'd be mighty good in my bed
judgin by that bulge in your pants."

"Thanks for the offer, May, I'm really flattered. But right now I have
someone else, you know how it is."

"Okay, Honey, you don't know what you're missin." Dave could feel May's left
hand slide from his waist to his right butt cheek and squeeze it.

"Oh, I'll bet you'd be good but I gotta be true to someone else." About that
time the music ended so they stopped dancing and stepped back away from each
other.

"You sure a nice one, Honey. If you ever get a hankerin, you know where to
find me. Thanks for the dance."

"Thank you, May, I enjoyed it." Dave was burning a tremendous amount of
energy trying to maintain his gentlemanly composure. He turned and walked
back to the table leaving May standing alone on the dance floor.

"Oh God! How could you do that to me!" Dave exclaimed quietly as he slid into
the booth and watched the smirk on Paul's face. Leaned close to Paul and
placing his left hand on Paul's right knee he whispered, "I'd rather be
dancing with you. How would that go over?"

"Like a fart in church. But I'll keep it in mind. If you're ready, let's get
outta here."

"Let me pay for this." Dave said in a rather authoritative tone.

"You're my guest, I can't let you do that."

Dave looked into Paul's eyes, "Paul, this is something I can afford. You have
to let me pay." Paul knew Dave had him and he wasn't going to argue. He just
nodded yes and headed for the door while Dave walked to the cash register at
the end of the bar.