Dave

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Chapter Eight -- Home

"Dave," I murmured, a whispering softness that only he could have heard. "I, ..."

His eyes opened wide, and pierced my soul, a question and a hope written on his face.

"I love you."

My heart didn't race, my voice didn't quaver. I knew what I was saying and I meant it, more certain of this than of anything before in my life. He looked at me, and instead of surprise, or revelation, I saw satisfaction.

"I know," he said. "I've just been waiting for you to know it too. And I love you."

I searched my thoughts, searched my heart, and I realised that he was right. With a happy smile of recognition, I whispered back, "I know!"

He smiled at me then, the kind of smile that says everything is perfect, that nothing could ever go wrong in our lives.

"Mike, now that we've reached the point where we both realise we love each other, how would you feel about moving in together?"

I laughed. "I've been thinking about that myself. Sounds great to me. Your place or mine?"

"We-e-ell ..." he hesitated. "I don't know that either of our places are big enough for everything we have. And I kinda feel we need to make a whole fresh start in our life together anyway."

I smiled and melted against him at his words -- 'our life together'; - that sounded so right.

Dave went on. "What if we start looking around for a new place, for us, together?"

"Mmmm," I mumbled. "Sounds good to me stud!"

Almost immediately, Dave started looking around for somewhere for us to live. He took on the job of finding us a home with a passion, dragging me around to look at places, circling possibilities in the newspapers, checking with real estate agents constantly. I was happy to sit back and let him do the leg work, which he insisted on, and it made me feel good, made me feel that I was placing my future in his hands, an idea I liked very much.

For weeks he had me out and about every Saturday, looking at possible places to rent, discussing the pros and cons of each. There were some nice places, but nothing that really excited us both, and we so much wanted 'our' place to be just right.

And then things quietened a little. For two weeks we didn't go looking at a single place. I began to wonder if he had given up on ever finding a place for us to share, but waited patiently for my man to let me know how he felt about his search. It had become his project and I wanted to let him keep control of the whole process. Somehow it was important to both of us for him to be able to do this for us.

Dave was looking glum that evening when I got home from work to find him sitting stretched out on my sofa. I sensed his dejection, and without saying a word, I leaned over him, wrapping my arms around his chest and planting a big kiss on the back of his neck. I felt him relax beneath me, his hands covering mine and pulling me down harder against him.

"Mmmm," he whispered into the air. "That feels good."

"Tired?" I asked, and he nodded his agreement.

"Mike, I feel like I'm getting nowhere with finding us a home. There's just nothing that we like, that seems to be in any reasonable condition."

"Don't worry, my love," I cooed in his ear. "I'm sure something will turn up. We have all the time in the world to find it. I'm not going anywhere, believe me. Pity we can't just make something that we want, instead of having to go out and find it," I said off-handedly.

Dave twisted around and stared at me as I said that, looking at me hard, an idea forming in his mind.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Maybe, I've been looking at the wrong things," he said enigmatically, his eyes lighting up and his face taking on a smile. I pressed him after that, but he refused to say anymore, except to begin making notes of how much each of us earned, how much rent we paid between us, and lists of other expenses.

"But you already have all those details," I said, still curious. "We agreed at the price range we would look for."

"I know, I know, just let me think on this a while, okay?"

I smiled at him, hugging him again. "Okay, stud, you're the boss," I grinned.

A week went by, and still no indication from Dave about what he was thinking or planning. And then on Saturday morning, he announced he had a place for us to look at. His eyes lit up with hidden mirth and something else I couldn't place as he said it, so I just accepted his excitement and off we went.

He took me to a quiet, narrow street in Erskineville, some way from where we had been looking until now. I raised my eyes skeptically at him, but he held his finger to my lips and led me inside with the borrowed key he had. The house was a narrow terrace with two reasonably sized bedrooms, a galley kitchen and a large open living space at the rear which opened to a pleasant yard. It was a nice enough place, although really it needed a bit of work doing to it. Finally, I could hold my tongue no longer.

"Dave, first, I thought we were looking at flats, rather than houses, and secondly, this place isn't really up to scratch. Look at the carpets and the paintwork. I'd want the owners to replace or repair both before I agreed to any substantial lease."

"Agreed," he said, a strange smile on his face. "But can you see that it has possibilities?"

"Yeah," I accepted. "It does have a welcoming feel about it."

"Homey?"

"Yes, that's the word, 'homey'." I nodded, and went on. "So how much are they asking for it?"

"560"

"$560 a week for this? You have to be joking!" I looked around again. He had gone mad if he thought I would pay that kind of money for this place.

"Mike, hold on a moment." He fixed me with a long hard look, a look which penetrated into my very soul. "I love you," he whispered.

Confused now, I answered, "I love you too, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Mike, I really mean it, I love you, and I am ready to make a major commitment to you."

The hairs on my neck stood up. I felt goosebumps all over me. There was something in his tone which made me feel incredibly wonderful and special, but there was more, and I couldn't place it. As he took my hands in his, I looked to him and said quietly, "I thought we already had. I love you Dave, and I am committed to staying with you forever."

"Are you sure?"

"More than anything!" I wanted to make a joke, but somehow I knew this wasn't the time for it. He was completely serious. He looked around at the house again, then back to me.

"They don't want $560 a week for it ..." another deep breath. "They want $560,000.00."

My face must have gone blank as the implications of what he said started to sink in. As though he thought I was going to argue, he added quickly, "Mike, I've done the sums. We can afford it easily. In fact the repayments would be less than we pay now between us in rent. And we could take this place, which is 'homey', and make it ours. Just the way we want it. Mike?"

All the puff and excitement had drained from him as he looked to me, waiting for a comment, a word, anything.

I looked around again, seeing the house with new eyes and a different perspective. Slowly I rotated on the spot, taking it all in, my face coming back to Dave again.

A smile broke out on me and his face lit up. "I love it. And I love you. Let's do it!" I said, suddenly.

He grinned, a grin that reached from ear to ear. "I knew you would. They accepted my offer yesterday, and the contracts are just waiting for us to sign at the agent's!" he said, breathless in his confession. I laughed, and punched him playfully in the arm. Just then I realised how complete my love for this man truly was.

He stepped up behind me, his strong arms wrapping around me and holding me tight as together we took another longer look at our new home. I melted into him, feeling like I truly belonged here with him. He let go of me and I swung around to face him.

"You know, I don't have to have the keys back for another hour ..." Dave smiled evilly at me. A chill ran down my spine, and my dick rocketed to full hardness at his tone.

"Oh, you're bad," I chuckled.

"And you're too good to let get away!" he answered.

Alone, in the empty house, we attacked each other with hands and mouths, kissing and groping, licking and squeezing at each other in rising arousal. With an urgency I hadn't felt for some time, I slid my hands up and unbuttoned his shirt as I felt him do the same to me. My fingers fumbled at his belt as he quickly unzipped the fly of my jeans and released my throbbing erection from the confines of my underwear. I all but ripped his pants from him, leaving us both standing naked, our clothes a messy pile at our feet.

We stood together for a long moment, kissing passionately, until Dave broke away from me and dropped to his knees in front of me. My cock ached with the pounding rush of blood as he lowered his mouth to me, slowly wrapping my tool in the warm moistness of his throat, his tongue massaging my shaft as he sank his face over my manhood. I groaned with ecstatic joy as his teeth scraped across the sensitive skin and his gullet contracted around me, coating my member with his saliva. I began to hunch forward into him, slowly fucking his face as he slurped and suckled at me, sending shivers through my body.

My hands fell to his head and my fingers pulled at his hair as he ministered to my raging hardon, licking and biting at me, laving me with his hot wetness and bringing me close to the edge. My breath grew short and my body began to tremble as Dave continued his wonderful assault on my cock. With a sudden and unexpected slurp, he lifted himself away from me. I looked down to him, disappointment on my face as he looked up into my eyes.

"Mike," he hissed, "Fuck me, now!?!"

I grinned, and nodded, as he lay back on the floor in what would become our bedroom. With my prick still slippery from his attentions, I ran my finger along his rampant erection and milked his slit for the natural lubricant of his pre-cum, scooping it up and smearing it around the puckering pink ring of muscle he presented to me as he lifted his legs and wrapped them around my waist. I leaned over him, my weight distributed on my knees and my elbows, my arms at his chest. I felt the indentation of his hole as the head of my cock made contact with his skin, and I kissed him tenderly.

Pressing forward and down, I felt him resist for a second, and then relax. As the muscle of his sphincter surrendered, my throbbing pole penetrated him, the heat of his body enveloping my aching knob. Slowly, purposefully, I began to enter him, sliding into him in a long slow motion as he puffed and grimaced, accepting the intrusion and willing himself to take me. The slight lubrication allowed him to grant me entry with a little pain, but he looked into my eyes and smiled, willing me to continue.

The intensity of feeling as I lowered my body onto him and sank my cock into him was indescribable. I winced as the muscles of his anus clamped and relaxed around my shaft, I ached with joy as the heated wetness of his body engulfed my prong and I felt the moist softness of his innards squelching against my hardness. My cock plunged deep inside him and I probed his gut with my flesh, pressing in and in until my body rested against his, my cock completely lost within him. Together we gasped and grunted as I sank myself to the hilt and then began to pull back, only to plough into him again.

Instinctively, I began to pull and push, to thrust at him and retrieve myself before jabbing forward yet again. My breathing grew short as I humped at my lover, thumping hard into his body and claiming him for my own. Dave hissed and groaned, taking all I could give and demanding more as we fucked wildly at each other, his body wrapped around me, his rectum speared by my sword again and again. We thundered against each other, writhing and gasping on the floor of the empty room, joining completely and rutting like wild animals at each other, locked in the most intimate embrace, forming a single, humping, fucking being of complete pleasure. My cock dragged from him and then jabbed forward again, impaling him as he flinched and trembled, begging for me to take him totally. The friction of his anus sliding up and down my cock as I pounded in and out of him was intense, erotic, and I rammed myself at his body, driving my meat deep into his accepting chute and filling his gorgeous, athletic body with my masculinity.

As our fucking rocketed us upwards, joined in the most intense coupling, my nerves relayed the ultimate pleasure of aroused excitement like electricity through my body. I felt myself propelled toward the abyss of ecstasy, and Dave shuddered beneath me, indicating that he too was close to the edge. Without warning, his body spasmed, and his arse clenched tightly around my pistoning cock. His prick twitched and shuddered, as a stream of creamy white jism was expelled from its tip, drenching both our bodies with his seed. I lost control of my own groin, and with a whirl of stars and flashing lights in my head I felt my rod expand to impossible proportions, and explode within him, shooting a river of my very essence into his gut, filling his body with my juice as he milked me with his arse.

Finally, we collapsed together, sated and spent. Still sunk within him, I leaned forward again and kissed him fully on those wonderful lips. He smiled at me, flexing the muscles of his arse and clamping at my still hard cock as we recovered together. Carefully I lifted myself away, withdrawing from him as we both gasped with the effort and exhaustion of our joining. Still naked, we lay there, side by side on the floor of the empty house.

Dave rolled himself onto his side, and propped himself up on one arm, laying the other across my still slimy chest. I looked into his face and grinned.

"Can we buy a house every weekend?" I asked. He smiled and I could feel the immense love I had for him welling up inside. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he mouthed back at me without a sound. He looked around, locating the pile that was our clothing, and sat up, rummaging through his pockets, before he came back to kneel beside me in all his glorious nakedness, something hidden in one hand.

I looked at him with a question on my face, and saw in his eyes a flicker of excitement and anticipation, mixed with nervousness. Wondering what else he could possibly have in store for this wonderful day, I sat up cross-legged and faced him directly.

"Mike," he began slowly, uncertainly. "You have already made me so happy ..."

"The feeling is mutual," I interrupted, but he silenced me with a pleading look as I let him continue.

"Would you do me the ultimate honour of ..." his eyes bored into mine as his hand brought out a small felt-covered box and held it between us, " ... of marrying me?"

As he spoke, he flipped open the box to reveal two matching gold rings, set with tiny diamonds around a dark sapphire. I tried to speak, but my voice refused to work. I started to choke as I looked from his face to the rings and back to his face. The room seemed to go hazy, until I realized it was my eyes, filled with tears of joy. Blinking away the mist, droplets running down both cheeks, I finally found my throat again, sufficient to croak out, "Yes, Yes, YES!"

We both were crying like babies as we fell into each other's arms again. I had never known such happiness.

To be continued...

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!