Dave

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Dave

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Chapter Two -- Almost Forgotten

Several months had passed since the night I had bumped into Dave in the bar, and gone on to embarrass myself with another man. For a few days afterward, I had tried to examine my feelings that night, had tried to work out why I had called out Dave's name during sex, given that I had never had sex with Dave, and that my fantasies of him were from long ago when I was just a kid at school. Eventually, I persuaded myself that it had all been a combination of alcohol and bumping into my old friend at a time when I was feeling a little down, and as time went by I pushed it to one side, telling myself it was forgotten.

And I almost believed it was by the time I met Steve.

Some friends of mine, who were concerned about the fact that I seemed to be depressed a little, and who had decided that I needed a boyfriend, brought us together, playing matchmakers. I first met Steve at a large party organised by a friend of a friend -- the sort of thing you go to because you feel you have to not to cause offence by refusing. Steve was there under similar circumstances as myself, making an appearance because he felt it would be impolite not to. I was introduced to him, and we chatted for a while amongst a small group.

Nothing came of the meeting, and nothing was said by either of us or by any of my friends, so I thought nothing more it. Steve seemed to be a nice guy, if a little hard to talk to. He was the quiet, shy type, and it was difficult to get him to open up and say much. The next time we met was at a smaller get together -- around a dozen friends or acquaintances, and I was surprised, but not upset, to find him there. It didn't occur to me to notice that more often than not other people at the party were drifting around, yet Steve and I almost always seemed to be pushed together. Once again, when the day was done, I remember thinking that he was a pleasant kind of man, easy on the eyes, if not inclined to get into any kind of deep conversation, but that was all. I had no real interest other than the usual passing stir when you meet a physically attractive man.

The penny finally dropped when I showed up at a dinner party for some close friends. There were 8 of us, three couples, myself and Steve! Suddenly it was glaringly obvious what was going on, and I glowered at Neil, our host, who grinned back like the proverbial Cheshire cat. Steve had obviously not been aware of the plans either, and my flushed embarrassment was matched by his glowing cheeks as we took our places at the table, amazingly enough side by side.

Later in the evening, by some remarkable co-incidence, everyone else seemed to have something to do in the kitchen, or outside, or in the living room, leaving just Steve and myself seated at the table. I turned to him as the last of the other couples made their excuses and left the table.

"It looks like we've been set up! I had no idea my friends thought I was so desperate," I joked to him.

He looked at me puzzled. "Are you desperate?"

"No, I didn't mean that. But I had no part in this, believe me. It's not that I didn't want to see you or anything, but they've made this arrangement for us to be together without telling me. I just wanted you to know."

"Oh, right," he said slowly. "When I was asked to dinner, I thought it was going to be a much bigger group," he said. "But I am glad to see you again." Once more his cheeks reddened, and I pretended not to notice his discomfort.

At that moment there was something very attractive, something positively appealing, about his childlike innocence and his uncertainty.

"Hey, handsome," I said, whispering conspiratorially, "since they've gone to all this trouble, would you like to get together next week sometime, you know, just the two of us?"

His grin split his face. "A date, you mean?"

"Uh huh! But let's not tell them about it, okay? Make them wonder, after what they've put us through."

"Yeah," he said simply, smiling again.

I returned his smile. "Okay, write your phone number down when you get a chance, and I'll ring you tomorrow, and we'll get together later. But we'll pretend to these guys that we haven't made any plans."

I watched as he digested this, and just then one of the others returned to the table. I made some small talk, bringing Jeff (one of the conspirators) into a light conversation with Steve and I about nothing important. For the rest of the evening Steve managed to look smug but not say much, and I saw him get up and scribble something on a scrap of paper sometime later.

Excusing myself, I brushed past him, and whispered to him "Is that your number?"

He nodded, and I took it from him, giving his large solid hand a reassuring squeeze as I did.

To the obvious annoyance of the others, when it came time to go, Steve and I left separately. He grabbed a taxi, while I smiled innocently at our hosts, thanking them for a nice evening, and walking casually to my car to drive home. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing their ruse had actually worked.

The next day I phoned Steve at the number he'd given me. When I identified myself to him, I could sense the excitement in his voice, like a small child, eager and innocent. We arranged to meet on Friday evening for a drink at one of the smaller bars on Oxford Street.

When I showed up at the bar on Friday, Steve was already there. As soon as he saw me, he jumped to his feet, and as I reached the table, he threw his arms around me and gave me a huge hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek, bringing a round of chuckles and grins from the people at the nearby tables. I blushed a little, but at the same time felt somehow special being the object of such public affection. Steve's smile lit up his face as we sat and ordered a drink each. For the next hour, we chatted away happily. I had to direct the conversation, and to prompt him for more than just yes' and no' answers to begin with, but managed to get him talking about himself, his likes and dislikes, work, hobbies etc, while at the same time imparting to him similar information about myself.

It was still difficult to get him to engage in much more than basic conversation, and I soon began to realise that Steve was a little `slow'. Not stupid, and not uneducated, just slow. He presented to the world as the handsome silent type, but his silence was more as a result of the fact that he had trouble following what was happening around him than an intentional mystery. Yet this very quality in him was somehow attractive. It gave him a degree of innocence, of naivete, that I found compelling, almost as though I wanted to protect him or look after him.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" I asked after some time. He nodded.

"How about Macca's?" he suddenly suggested. I groaned. The thought of fast, tasteless hamburgers was the last thing on my mind, until I saw the disappointment on his face. I relented.

"Okay, handsome! Let's go." As his smile returned, I wondered yet again whether I could really start a relationship with him, with someone so childlike in so many ways.

The `Golden Arches' lived up to their reputation, and I forced down a burger while Steve happily devoured his meal. When he'd finished, he looked at me with a decidedly adult smirk, so different from his usual countenance.

"How `bout coffee at my place?" he asked, giving me a wink that no-one could have mistaken. I chuckled at him then, and winked back, nodding my agreement.

His home was a comfortable, if slightly spartan, unit not far from the strip, and we reached it quickly. Inside, he suddenly became quiet again, almost nervous, as if he were unsure just what to do next. I took the lead, stepping up close to him, taking his hands in mine and looking into his eyes.

"The coffee can wait!" I said quietly, and leaned forward, kissing him softly on the lips.

That simple gesture released his inhibitions, and suddenly I found that whilst Steve may have been childlike in a lot of things, there was nothing naïve or innocent about him when it came to sex!

He kissed me back, a gentle, tender kiss to begin with, our lips brushing against each other. Slowly, his hands went to my waist and around my back as his mouth met my own. For several seconds we remained like that as I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of a simple embrace like this. Then Steve's lips parted gradually, drawing mine open with them. I felt the first tentative probing of his tongue, and I responded in kind. I felt his tongue explore my teeth, my gums, as I tasted him for myself. Our lips were locked together as we remained joined at the mouth while he penetrated me with his tongue and made love to me orally. I had never experienced a kiss like it. His hands were at my head, holding my face gently yet firmly and my arms went instinctively around his body as I held him tight.

When the kiss ended, slowly, reluctantly, after many many minutes, all I could do was breath out a long, appreciative "WOW!"

Steve smiled again, said nothing, and kissed me quickly once more. My mind raced. I had never been kissed like that, and I was as hard as a rock, aching with anticipation from the stimulus of his kissing. My arms were still wrapped around him, and he dropped one hand slowly from my face, running his finger tantalisingly along the line of my jaw and over my lips before sliding it gently down my chest and stomach, to massage gently at the bulge in my jeans. I let out a sigh of delight, and his hand was replaced by his own crotch, full and straining, grinding against mine through our clothes as his eyes fixed on my own. I felt his hands again, this time on my arse, squeezing firmly at my cheeks.

Transfixed by his stare, I muttered softly to him, "I think we should move to the bedroom!"

He smiled again, and led me to his room, slowly, enticingly. In silence, we stood facing each other and stripped each other's clothes away, piece by piece, gradually as if unwrapping a long anticipated gift. I was so aroused by the tender, sensual way he moved, the way he touched me softly. I marvelled at the erotic and romantic sense of suspended time as we undressed each other. Finally naked, we stood again, inches apart as he looked into my face. His hand came up, and his finger touched the point of my nose, then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to run the tip of his digit over my face, my chin, my neck. He traced the lines of my chest, following the ridges of my pecs and pinching softly at my erect nipples. He inched his way down my stomach, poking with a smile at my navel, and then his eyes fixed again on mine, an enigmatic, but lustful grin in them as his hand encircled my balls, and his finger scraped slowly along the throbbing length of my shaft until he scooped the droplet of pre-cum away from the head of my cock where it was full and ready to fall.

My entire body tingled with the sensuality of his touch, my nerves racing with desire as I simply stood and enjoyed the most amazing sensation of his fingers exploring me. My dick was so hard it hurt and I swore I had never before been so turned on as I was at that moment.

I started to say something, but he held his finger to my lips -- the very finger that was now coated with the pearly drops of my pre-cum. With his other hand, he reached down and a similar drop of sticky liquid was retrieved from his own cock. This finger went to his own lips, and then he moved into me, and together we licked at both fingers, tasting both his and my oozings as we kissed again.

Now it was my turn to have him stand while I had the wondrous delight of exploring him. But I chose to do it not with my finger but my tongue. Slowly, gently, I licked at his face, felt the line of his jaw between my lips and the soft skin of his neck as I nibbled my way over his tanned skin. My hands joined in, sliding over his shoulders and down his back as my mouth inched across his chest, my teeth finding and biting gently at his nipples, pulling the dark skin out and letting it go as I licked and then blew warm air onto the tiny erections. I followed the line of his six-pack down, tracing the ridges with my tongue until I reached and probed into the warm hole of his belly, then continued on again. As my chin lowered, I intentionally avoided his manhood, moving to one side and sliding down his hip and along his thigh. I dropped to my knees, and continued my journey, slowly following the full length of his powerful leg lower and lower until my lips were on the top of his foot, which I kissed tenderly, and then moved quickly to the other foot to do the same in reverse.

Again I kissed and licked, nibbled and sucked at him as I gradually worked my way up his leg, twisting now to get at the soft and tender flesh on the inner thigh. He moaned quietly and spread his legs as wide as he could to allow me greater access, and I happily bit at him, sliding my tongue over the sensitive skin and getting closer and closer to his nuts. I pushed his meaty prong upward with my head, and closed my lips over his testicles, rolling the wonderful orbs around in their fleshy sac with my tongue. I swallowed his balls, first one at a time and then both together, massaging them in my mouth before letting them fall free again as my tongue began to trace the throbbing veiny shaft of his manhood, centimetre by centimetre.

The excitement I felt was easily mirrored in him, the hardness of his erection a telling indication of how he felt. His cock was like velvet-coated steel, yet it was alive and twitched with every beat of his heart. My lips slowly nibbled along that beautiful shaft and my tongue moistened it to a glistening sheen as my teeth bit softly at him, or scraped at the skin making him groan with pleasure. I reached the flaring ridge of his glans and traced that lip with my tongue, then allowed myself the delight of slowly coating his cockhead with saliva until finally I gave in to myself and licked greedily at his slit, tasting the copious quantity of pre-cum that was oozing from him and trailing in long streamers to the floor.

I licked at him again, and savoured the taste of his essence for a long moment, and then slowly closed my mouth right over his purple, rampant cockhead. Covering him with my saliva, I gradually lowered my mouth along his shaft, moistening it as I descended, letting my teeth scrape gently against him and feeling his solidity fill my throat. I did not speed up or slow down, but kept a steady, gradual pace as I swallowed him completely, determined to take him all without gagging. I managed to do just that, clamping my throat around him and massaging his cock with my gullet as I teased at his shaft with my teeth and tongue before drawing back again when I needed air. Then I began to bob up and down on him, my hands on his firm round arse cheeks as I began to blow him.

He let me continue for a few minutes, but I could sense his growing excitement, and soon he reached and lifted me away from himself with a smile.

"Lie down," he said simply, a request as much as an order, but one I happily complied with. As I lay back on the bed, he knelt beside me, leaning down and kissing me again, a long and passionate joining of our mouths which sent more shivers through my body. And then he began to imitate what I had just done, licking softly and gently at me, tracing his tongue slowly all over my body. The eroticism, the sensuality of Steve's feathery mouth against my skin was incredible, and I surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of his lips and teeth upon me.

When he reached my nipples he paid special attention to each of them in turn, licking first and then suckling at them before he took each hard brown nub firmly between his teeth and pulled it away from my chest. The tiny pricks of pain were nothing compared to the incredible pleasure he generated as he teased me like this and when he released my nips I groaned out loud with delight. Steve grinned down at me again, and continued on his voyage of exploration across my torso. As his lips found my trembling cock a shudder went through me and the glorious sensation of warmth which engulfed me was indescribable as he closed his mouth around my rod and suckled at me, drowning my prick in a sea of moist caresses and heated delights. I moaned again when Steve sucked both of my nuts into his mouth, and the pleasure was almost too much for me as he caressed them with his tongue and rolled them around between his teeth.

With a slurping noise he released my balls, and from where he lay he looked along my body and smiled again, a wicked, mischievous grin.

"Mike," he breathed in a voice heavy with lust, "I wanna plug you!"

"Oh yeah!" I hissed back at him. At that moment he had me so hot, so horny, I would have agreed to anything, although what he was asking was exactly what I had been aching for.

"Roll over!" he whispered, and I did so quickly. He slid a pillow under me, and I sank my trembling, rock hard cock into the softness of the cushion, my arse pointing upwards.

Tiny shocks of anticipation shot through me as I waited, my hole exposed and my body twitching with excitement. I felt the bed move a little as he positioned himself, and sensed his nearness as he crouched behind me. Suddenly, I felt the lightest tingle. Steve was gently blowing a soft stream of warm air onto my butt, directing the flow of his breath along the crack of my arse. I groaned with delight. Goosebumps erupted all over me with the magical sensation he delivered. That ethereal breeze was then replaced by the feathery touch of his talented tongue, as he slowly, sensuously licked his way along the valley formed by my cheeks.

He skirted my puckering entrance and continued with the flickering of his tongue across the super sensitive skin of my perinaeum, running back and forward between my anus and the base of my scrotum. I writhed with delight at the sensual eroticism, and ached with the building tension of anticipation. Steve kept up this delicious teasing for several minutes, until suddenly and without warning his tongue left off its caresses and delved quickly into my sphincter, gently probing at me and sending waves of pleasure through me. He coated my hole with a generous helping of his saliva and at the same time relaxed my ring of muscle and opened it gently and softly with his mouth.

Satisfied that I was now ready, [and I was!], he lifted his head away, and slid his body forward, resting his long thick cock in the crevice of my arse, his stomach against my back. He pushed my knees further apart with his own and began to rub his meat along my crack, moistening himself with the deposited wetness he had left. His pre-cum leaked from him and joined with the liquid already waiting, and then I felt the head of his prick make contact with the soft muscles of my arsehole, felt the pressure of his steel hard rigidity against my soft target.

And then he was inside me. His entry wasn't penetration so much as revelation. I was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but what he did to me that night made all my previous sexual encounters feel like just so much foreplay. I felt him sliding in, felt his flaring cockhead open my sphincter and push its way between the walls of my hole, but there was no pain at all. Instead, a sensual, gentle pressure massaged my anus and a wonderful feeling of sublime pleasure surged through me as Steve gradually began to slide deeper into my gut, filling me with his magnificent weapon. His long thick shaft caressed my prostate and the waves of pleasure which engulfed me emanated from the rock hard rod of manflesh he buried within me. His insertion was slow but steady and with every additional inch of his fuckpole that slipped into my willing rectum growing shudders of ecstasy rocked me to the core.

When he reached his full length, his sword burrowed to the hilt within me, he rested, and I moaned lowly with passionate enjoyment. He did not move his body for long minutes, but instead he flexed muscles in his groin which caused his cock to bob and twitch within me, teasing my innards and launching even more shockwaves of delight inside me. I was filled by him, and fulfilled. I felt complete, total, with his gigantic masculinity lost in my bowel, and I wriggled beneath him, delighted and inflamed.

And then he began to move in earnest. He pulled back slightly and pressed himself into me again, gradually building up a rhythm which massaged my gut and pleasured me from within. As he did, Steve slid his arms under my body, across my stomach, and lowered himself onto me so that his body made full contact with mine, his chest pressing into my back, his stomach hard against my skin. His hands crossed my chest and his fingers found and started to play with my nipples as he hugged me to him, all the while sliding his incredible tool in and out of my arse. I groaned with aching pleasure as the passion rose in me, sparked by his throbbing cock and spurred on by his pinching, pulling fingers. His tempo increased as he thrust harder and deeper into me, taking his pleasure from me and giving me more than I knew was possible. I went with his pace, matched his ardour as he pounded me, clenching and gripping at his dagger of flesh with my ring of muscle in time to his ramming.

The friction of my own prick against the soft pillow beneath me was driving my urges higher and higher and I breathed fast and hard as he really began to thump his meat into my soft, squelching body. As the needs of his animal instincts took over he ploughed my gut, and I humped back at him, clasping and heaving. We writhed together, joined as one entity, a single masculine coupling of pure sexuality. He fucked me. Hard, fast, and yet at the same time with a tenderness and consideration I had never experienced, he fucked me and I fucked him back. We were a fucking, humping beast, the two of us, moaning and gasping with the ultimate joy of total passionate abandon.

My senses reeled, and my body began to warn me that explosion was imminent, when Steve, his arms still around me, his body pressed to mine and his fingers still pinching at my tits, suddenly bit at the skin of my shoulder blades. I cried out with uncontrollable pleasure as his teeth closed over the flesh of my back. I felt him thud against me, driving his manmeat deeper into me, and stiffen as his cock swelled within me. Spasms rocked him and at the same time a jarring shockwave of orgasm ripped through my groin as my cock erupted, spewing my cum into the pillow beneath me. I could feel him twitching against me, within me as he emptied his essence into my body, his balls pouring his juices out of that huge pole and into the receptacle of my bowels.

Even as the tide of climax passed, he stayed there, my body wrapped in his, my arse filled with his manhood. Slowly Steve and I fought our way back to the land of the living together, still coupled as one. When I finally was able to breath again, all I could do was to whisper to him.

"Un-fucking-believable!" I hissed.

He gave a weak, satisfied chuckle, and slowly began to withdraw from me, as tender and considerate as he had been when we started. Finally apart, he rolled off me and onto his side, and as I also rolled to my side to face him, he looked dreamily into my face and murmured, "Thank you!"

I was lost for words. It was the best, most wonderful love making I had ever known, far better than my wildest imagination could have predicted.

Steve and I stayed together that night, and he made love to me twice more before the morning light forced us from the bedroom in search of nourishment.

We quickly became an `item'. I had no hesitation in letting my friends know I was seeing the most incredible lover on earth. I took him to parties and dinners, films and the theatre. He took me to barbecues and football matches, beaches and fast food joints. And we took each other to indescribable heights of erotic and sensual bliss.

Steve struggled to like the things I enjoyed, and I did what I could to appreciate his pastimes, but somehow neither of us felt entirely comfortable in the world the other inhabited. Several times I toyed with the idea of asking him to move in with me, but my logical mind told me I couldn't live permanently with someone so different. Of course, my cock and my arse argued that for what he had to give I could do anything! And so we went on, trying to like each other out of bed, unable to get enough of each other in the sack.

The best part of five months went by, and still our love making just got better and better. But away from the bedroom we were drifting. He began to find excuses to not come with me to dinner parties or shows, and I started excusing myself from outings to the footy or a hamburger joint. We did spend time together, going for drinks or dancing in bars and clubs most weekends, and ending up in each other's arms afterward, but somehow I knew deep down that despite the amazing sex, we were not destined to be a long term partnership.

It was around this time that I met up with Dave once again.

Steve and I had been out for dinner -- a compromise meal of pizza and pasta at an Italian restaurant -- and wandered into one of our favourite bars for a drink. We were standing in a corner, I with my back to Steve, who had his arms wrapped tightly around me, grinding his distended crotch into my denim clad butt. He began to nibble on one ear lobe, and I let my head fall back as I grinned. I loved the way he was so affectionate, and got turned on by his licking and biting at me, especially in public. As my eyes closed and Steve began to suggest some very interesting positions he wanted to try tonight, I was startled by a voice right in front of us.

"Well, well, Mike Trenton. Long time no see!"

I looked up quickly to find Dave standing there, grinning at myself and Steve.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he said with a smirk, and added, "although this is a public bar you know!"

I blushed for a second, and started to cough until I found my voice. "Hi, Dave. Good to see you again." The hard poker of Steve's restrained cock was still pressing into my back, demanding attention. Turning slightly, but not losing contact with him, I indicated the man behind me. "Dave, this is Steve. Steve, meet Dave, an old friend of mine from school."

"Hi Steve," Dave smiled.

"Hi," said Steve quietly, a grin splitting his face as he did.

I looked around, and said to Dave enquiringly, "Where's um ..."

" ... Gerry?" he finished for me.

"Yeah?"

"Gone! We split up some time ago. He was too possessive, wouldn't let me out of his sight and I felt smothered. It wasn't a nice break." He grimaced as he said it.

"Hey, I'm sorry, mate," I sympathised.

"That's okay. Looks like you found your Mr Right," he said, nodding at Steve. Steve grinned back and hugged me tighter.

"Uh huh," I murmured, as Steve planted a big kiss on my lips.

"Well, I should be going," Dave stammered, an look in his eyes I couldn't identify as he studied Steve and I closely.

"Oh, okay. Hey, we should get together one night, talk over old times," I offered.

"Yeah, that'd be good." His tone was non-committal, like he suddenly wanted to be as far from the two of us as he could manage. "Maybe I'll catch you later on." With that he was gone.

I puzzled over Dave's reaction to me, to us, for the rest of the evening. I wondered at his words as Steve and I walked back to his place hand in hand. I even thought of Dave fleetingly as Steve undressed me with his teeth that night, but soon put him out of my mind as the incredible lover in my bed whisked me away to places of incredible pleasure.

Over the next few weeks I thought more and more about Dave, wondered where he was, what he was doing. I looked for him whenever we went to the bars, and more than once I pictured Dave as my partner when Steve and I were making love. The guilt that this induced made me swear to myself that I had to stop thinking about him, but somehow, I just couldn't keep him from my mind.

To be continued...

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This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!