Surprised Eric and Dave 2
This document contains homosexual themes and acts. If you are underage or don't like the subject, then don't read it.
The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
Comments welcomed preecherdave@gmail.com
Previously in Part One
They looked at each other over a chasm that was growing wider by the minute. It struck Eric that it was like a fissure that formed during an earthquake, growing larger and sucking things into it, destroying everything. All Eric could think was that Dave was gone. Dave was still shell shocked from an evolving situation that he had been oblivious to. For a guy who felt that he read people well, he had missed this totally. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Finally, Dave's brain started to work. This was obviously really hurting one of the finest people he had come to know. He could see the tears forming. Be gracious. Don't strike out. This took guts and was tearing him apart. He was in Eric's condo. He had to go; for once in life he didn't know what to say or how to react. He had to make the move.
He finally uttered what was deep inside himself. "Eric, I am so sorry that I have to put you through this. I have been thoughtless and not very observant. I guess we take a break and step back. I can't tell you how much I shall miss this, us. We have to figure something out." For Eric, Dave's statement was harder than an angry outburst. His considerate response was one of the many reasons he liked this man so much.
Dave stood up and so did Eric. Eric looked bereft but there was literally nothing that Dave or Eric could think of saying or doing to change anything at this moment. He walked over to Eric and gave him a hug and a look of real sadness. Eric's only small comfort was that it was not a look of anger or disgust. There were no more words spoken. Eric could tell that Dave, too, was close to tears.
Dave, of course, couldn't know but inside the condo, when the door was shut, Eric looked at the closed door and simply whispered, "Bye Dave," and sobbed for the first time in years.
Part 2
Dave's real upset didn't come until after he sat down at his place and reviewed the night. He felt already as if something was missing. His girlfriend had moved her stay over stuff out last week and he had felt relief that she was gone. He had seen her with another guy earlier in the week. No problem. This ... this was different. The thought crossed his mind, 'why was it different?' He couldn't answer that question but still he had to brush away the dampness that filled his eyes.
The week dragged by for both of them. Each missed the others presence, the rapport and the comments. Neither could see a way out and neither wanted to even contact the other. What could they say? They each played parts of the evening over and over like an endless loop. Luckily they had their jobs and they threw themselves into them.
Out of sheer habit one evening the next week, Dave had the TV on and saw Eric being interviewed. He desperately wanted to email him and make some cracks or comments. He turned the TV off but not before he realized how much he missed this man. Eric looked a little tired. Dave figured that with him gone and Eric's life no longer on hold, he was out making up for lost time with some late nights, with Stevie prominently involved. That comment 'my life on hold' kept coming back to him. It hurt.
How could he care so much for a man? He still had his image from the TV: tall, broad shouldered, tapered waist, handsome and the warm smile. It was the smile that really hit hard. The image and his growing realization of how he felt for this man scared the hell out of him. He had to try and break the funk he was in.
He went out with his friends to the pub on Friday night; he figured that would help get him back to his usual self. But while he was there, he thought of Eric probably at the club, dancing with guys, meeting Stevie. That brought more graphic images of Eric and Stevie together at the condo. Oh shit, stop, stop. No it could not be true; he was not jealous.
Suddenly, his thoughts went back to his early adolescent years and to Ron and their experiences together. It was that time of first feelings of sexuality. It had started with a fun wrestling match and had ended with mutual touching, nothing else that first time although they were both hard by the end. He had gone home and touched himself. It felt good. His penis had gone hard and eventually the touching caused him to spasm, shooting out a white fluid. It felt really good.
For weeks, he and Ron found reasons to touch each other and rough house. Finally, one afternoon touches led to stroking each others very hard cocks and then a messy release. With the release and their randiness eased came guilt and fear. Guilt that they shouldn't do such things and fear that someone would find out. They had dressed quickly and guiltily, hardly looking at each other or talking. Dave had slunk away satisfied sexually but feeling that what he did was wrong and not normal. But the pent up sexual feelings quickly returned and that wasn't the last time they stroked each other to climax. Dave internalized the guilt and fear. They stopped when they and the girls started to show interest in each other. As he found out later from other guys, the experiences were not unusual and he had put the experiences into a compartment in his mind and ignored them. But the quilt and the concept of the normal were imprinted.
His mind flipped to the present to Eric, Mark and John. They were gay men; they seemed so at ease with their sexuality. All were athletic, bright and had wide ranging interests. They were great to be with and acted so "normal". He grimaced at that really stupid concept. What was normal? The only difference with these guys was that they could make a deep emotional and sexual relationship with a man. He had a flash of understanding. He wasn't jealous of Stevie and Eric. He was envious of their ease with themselves. Well, if he was honest with himself, there was a bit of jealousy about Eric being with Stevie but he understood why Eric would do it. Dave had made it damn clear that he was not available. He was normal; he was not that way.
One of the guys nudged him, "Dave come on back to us. You look as if you were in another place. We have some pool to play." Dave smiled and said that he had drifted off and that he would take anybody on. He felt rejuvenated somehow.
Little did Dave know that he had it all wrong. Eric was not out with anyone. He too realized what he was missing and he regretted what he had said to Dave. His life had not been on hold; his time with Dave were some of his best weeks in a long time. But the problem still remained Dave had made it clear that 'he was not that way'. He had to get past this and get his life back on track. Thank god for work. He went to the club on Friday night. It didn't work. He felt even lonelier. He saw Steve come in and Eric just didn't want to put him off again. He quickly made his goodbyes to his friends, pleading a tough week and left.
Dave had it in his calendar that John and Mark were just back from New York this week. Maybe he would go over to John's on Saturday and see how the trip went. Then he would line up some things to do and get out.
John and Mark had a great trip and John was enthusiastic about it. Later in conversation, he mentioned that they had been at the club. Dave asked how the gang were and John commented that Eric seemed tired and a bit withdrawn. His curiosity was peaked. He asked more questions. He eventually told John the story of their weeks of friendship and their separation.
For Dave, the simple visit to talk about their trip, and a time to chat, turned out to be journey of discovery. John asked him many questions about Eric and himself but only one, really centred his thoughts. He asked if Dave had ever felt like this way about any other person, male or female. Dave admitted that was what scared him because the answer was no one. John had focused his options. He either had to accept the situation or try to do something about it. The something was big. Was this what he really wanted? Could he? He decided to see Eric; a telephone call was not his style.
Dave knew that he could have gone to see Eric right after his talk with John on Saturday but he knew that he had to feel that the time was right. He had a lot of decisions to make and thoughts to clarify.
He started with one thought, how he felt about Eric. However, that thought almost immediately led him on a tangent, his past relationships with women. None ever lasted. He enjoyed the sex and the companionship made life easier, no searching for dates. Eventually, they sputtered out, often when that particular woman wanted more. He actually enjoyed his spare time more with the guys. The women were for some evenings and dates. That was it; there was no passion, no desire to be with them. Were they just a necessary convenience? He remembered that night with his girlfriend after the evening at the club. He was turned on but it had been the evening, watching Mark and John kissing, talking to Eric about having a hot date, the atmosphere in the club; that is what had turned him on. His feelings for Eric really were different than anything before; he enjoyed being with him, sharing ideas, the banter and just the fun; he had looked forward to their meetings and time together. He really did have to see him.
On Sunday, he had worked out and ate a good brunch that he hardly tasted it. Then he went for a walk in the city. Thinking, thinking and rethinking. He recognized that this was a life changing move. Nothing would be worse than rushing. He finally came to a decision; he really felt that he had sorted it out. Dave had spent a final hour preparing in his mind for what he would say and how he would say it. He tried to think of how it might go and how to react. So in the early afternoon, he drove and parked by Eric's condo. He screwed up his nerve and phoned. He tried to prepare for the worst, a rejection.
"Hi Eric, it's Dave." There was a pause.
"Hi Dave, nice to hear your voice." He sounded genuine.
"Are you alone?"
With out thinking, "Yeah?"
Dave had decided to leave nothing to chance. He would not to ask if he could come up. He said calmly, "Good. I'm outside your condo and I shall be up in a couple of minutes. I have to see you." Done. Committed.
When the door opened, all Dave's preparations and tactics just evaporated. Eric looked so tired and worn out. He hadn't shaved today. He almost looked defeated. Dave's heart went out to him. "Eric, I have missed you." He grabbed Eric in a hug and wouldn't let go. "Missed you, missed you a lot. You can throw me out but I had to say it."
"Dave, a light went out last week for me. You can stay as long as you want." Then the miracle, a little gleam of mischief. "Well for today anyway and not past 10:00." There were weak smiles from both of them. "Please don't talk. Let's sit down. Please, I know it may be difficult for you but just hold me."
They sat on the couch and Dave just held him. Finally, he took Dave's hand and rubbed it across his stubble. Dave looked at him with a question in his face. "Just reality, Dave. I am a man."
"I know," he paused, "and, and it doesn't seem to matter to me anymore." In feet first, he had said it. This wasn't how his script had been thought out but .... They looked at each other.
Eric looked intently at him. "Dave that is a big statement. Are you sure? Do you mean it the way I hope you mean it?"
He blurted out, "I only know that I have never felt this way about anyone before." He paused to let that sink in, to Eric and to himself. He was surprised, because he had no sense of sudden panic. It seemed right.
"Please Dave, let this not be a dream. Do you know what you are in for?"
"I've spent the last days trying to figure that all out. I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit that I was scared and I still am but not in a bad way. Eric, I'll commit myself and promise to be honest. You are the one person I don't want to hurt. Day by day for a while?"
"Fair enough. But I too shall have to be honest with you and myself."
They talked about their miserable weeks. Eric felt so withdrawn at the club on Friday and was just going through the motions to be out but he felt even more alone. Dave told him about seeing him on TV the other night and some of his reactions. All the time they were looking at each other as if just discovering themselves for the first time. They talked for a long time. Suddenly, Dave looked at his watch.
"Eric this is going to sound strange. I have been so stressed that I finally feel relaxed and hungry. How about we make some supper here. In fact, I have a suggestion. I think that you could use some fresh air and then some food. Let's go to the supermarket before it closes and get the ingredients for a salad with roast chicken. I'll prepare it with you as sous chef."
"My old Dave is back in a new form? You plan and make suppers?"
"I'll ignore that comment." He tried to look stern and indignant but only got a smile from Eric. "You cook. Do you have some good olive oil, cider vinegar, balsamic vinegar and dried mustard?"
"Olive oil yes, cider vinegar no, balsamic vinegar no, dried mustard yes. You invade my home, now my kitchen!"
"You don't have those items and you call yourself a cook. Oh, right, a cook, yes; a chef, no. Ouch, that punch in the arm may have injured me. I may not be able to prepare this wonderful meal."
"Let's go and don't be a drama queen. Oops, maybe a bad choice of words?" Now they were both laughing. They felt renewed; some of the magic had returned. Nothing more was said but Dave got the hug that he had given Eric when he had arrived.
"Dave that salad was wonderful. The vinaigrette was so fresh and tasty and just matched the chicken. The roasted peppers and onions were excellent. I would never have thought of coating the bread in olive oil and roasting it as well. Wow. Do you have any other surprises."
With eyes flashing and a small smirk on his lips, "I hope so."
"Ah, the time to talk about practical matters. I want to go slow and at a comfortable pace for both of us, especially me."
"Eric you can set the pace." He paused to look Eric directly in the eyes. "Can I complain?"
"Could I stop you?"
"Touche!"
"Dave, I have a really busy day tomorrow that is going to be much more pleasant after today's events. I shall be quite late. Could we meet on Tuesday for supper at the pub?" Dave nodded in understanding saying that he too had a meeting that might be late.
"Dave, to more personal matters. Is this just you and me?"
Instinctively, he knew exactly what he meant. "My girlfriend picked up anything that she kept at my apartment a couple of weeks ago. I am free and unattached. You?"
"Dave, I haven't seen anyone for weeks." He paused. "No, not even Stevie boy." Smiles.
They emailed each other a couple of times on Monday and a text on Tuesday. Dave was actually apprehensive about their meal on Tuesday. Would he measure up to Eric's expectations? Would he pass the physical closeness tests coming up?
There were no worries at the pub. Conversation flowed. It was light and fun. They played a little pool. Dave commented that he was glad that they didn't skip the pool as the last time they skipped pool .... He got another shot in the arm. He told Eric he was keeping a record. They were going back to Eric's. Now the next test.
They got a drink each and Eric sat beside him on the couch. Once again, he took Dave's hand and ran it over his face. Dave couldn't help himself; he said that it felt better shaved and protected himself from any possible punch. Instead of the punch, Eric ran his fingers over Dave's face and then he unbuttoned Dave's shirt sleeve and ran his fingers up and down Dave's arms. Dave was surprised how stimulating that was. Then he had Dave do it to him.
Eventually, Dave turned Eric around and pulled him into his chest with his arms around him. He didn't try to take his shirt off but he massaged his chest through the shirt. They changed spots and Eric repeated his actions but added light kisses on the side of Dave's neck. It was gentle but meaningful. Then his hands went down Dave's chest and rested on his thighs. He slowly stroked his thighs allowing his fingers to go closer and closer to his crotch. Dave started to swing his legs back and forth in excitement. Eric applied more and more pressure but never touched his genitals at least not with his fingers. Dave was making little noises. Eric finally took his hands away and gave Dave's neck one final kiss.
He made them both stand up. They looked at each others very full package and smiled.
"Well Dave, you look as if you have a little problem, actually it's not little." He got at a tap on the arm.
"Nothing that my friends cannot help me with, if necessary."
"Your, your ... I, I thought ...?" Both laughed heartily when Dave held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers. Eric added that he preferred his right hand friends. They hugged goodbye and almost in a ritual, Eric scraped his beard across Dave's face and nose. It said loudly and clearly that he was a man and don't forget it. His and Dave's filled out packages actually spoke louder.
They saw each other a couple of times that week and decided to go dancing at the club. The place was energetic with music and conversation on a Friday night. All the guys were surprised when they turned up together but nothing was said. John just observed. They danced with each other and with the other guys. The good looking guy who had danced with Dave approached the table. Eric looked up and welcomed him. This is Steve he said to Dave. Steve unbidden said that he must be Dave and that Eric has mentioned his name. Eric blushed and smiled, looking pleased at something. Dave guessed that there was a story for another time and place. Steve left saying that he just wanted to say hello and thank Dave for the dance many weeks ago. Strange. They left a while later laughing and chatting.
They got back to the condo and sat with their bodies touching each other, reviewing the week and the night. Neither mentioned Steve and his visit to the table. Dave suspected, no, he knew but didn't care. As usual, Eric took the lead. He unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off along with his t shirt. He took Dave's hand and put it on his chest. Dave moved his hand around fondling the light hair.
After a few minutes, Eric stopped him. "I want to show you something." He took off Dave's shirts and first of all ran his chin over the skin and then the nipples. That sent Dave tingling. With the ritual completed, he used his fingers over his chest and over the nipples. He took each nipple between his thumb and finger and pinched lightly. This was something that Dave loved but was often afraid to admit his feelings, stupidly thinking that only a woman's breast were supposed to be fondled. In minutes, he was squirming and sighing. He started to do the same to Eric. After a few minutes, Eric stopped them.
"Dave, I am going to do something that I have done to no one for years." Dave looked perplexed. Eric leaned in and kissed him. He stopped and looked at Dave. "I consider that this is one of the most intimate things a person can do. To me it means everything." In answer, Dave reached over and pulled him into a long kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met. It was not an invasion or a wild thrusting of tongues but a gentle almost languid motion. It was incredibly sensual. Again both were surprised how it had turned them both on! Dave knew that this was Eric's only initiative for tonight. A step at a time. He didn't mind but he suspected his friends would be called upon tonight.
Dave decided when they stood up to leave that he had the right to make a statement as well. They were standing with shirts still off and both their pants were well tented. He ran his hand over Eric's chest and down the trail to his belt and lightly ran his hands over Eric's rigid erection. He didn't grab or stroke; it was just light touches. He was saying that he knew that he was with a man and that they had aroused each other. Eric reciprocated. Dave moaned with his eyes closed and finally pushed Eric gently away.
"Any more and it could get messy." They kissed at the door and reluctantly said their good byes. Eric's final thoughts as he went to sleep with wet fingers and a messy sheet were simple. 'Maybe there can be two in a million. He is ready and I think that I am too.' Dave was correct; his friends had a relief mission as well. They both slept very soundly.
Eric had some work duties on Saturday for a small Party conference. Dave used his time to go to the gym and buy the makings for supper. When Eric arrived at the condo at 6:30, it was filled with a wonderful aroma.
"What is it? Smells heavenly. All I have had are sandwiches and coffee, bad coffee at that." He gave Dave a kiss of appreciation. It actually turned into more than that. However, Dave broke it and he announced that there was no time for anything else. Dinner was ready in 15 minutes and the wine was breathing. Dave swatted Eric's behind and directed him to the shower.
"Yes master or should I say, Oui, Monsieur le chef (Yes Mr Chef)."
Dave acknowledged with a deep bow, pointing to the bathroom and said fluently, "Vas-y maintenant! (Get there now.)
Eric looked at him curiously, thinking good accent, fluent. He muttered, "Tu parles francais (You speak French)? Tu as beaucoup de talents caches (You have many hidden talents)." Dave noticed that he used the intimate 'tu'.
"Dave, that was wonderful. What was the dish? The wine was superb with it. What was it?"
"The dish is a French country dish called Daube de Beouf, quite simple actually. The wine is a nice wine from southwest France, Saint Roche Vielles Vignes from the Cote de Roussillon,. Not a well known area but it is becoming a very good producer with some interesting wines."
"You are beginning to scare me. You have hidden a lot of talents from me." He paused and looked intently at Dave with mischief in his face. "What no dessert?"
"I have some dessert wine and thought that we might have a very different kind of dessert." Eric's eyes went wide and a smile cracked his lips. He knew that their thoughts were in sync.
They sat and sipped a really nice dessert wine. Eric took a small sip and leaned over and kissed Dave with the wine still in his mouth. They swirled it between each other. "Was that the different kind of dessert that you had in mind?"
"Exactly!" They had some more. "Eric, I would like you to do something for me. You have been doing things to remind me that you are a man. Would you stand there, pointing to the middle of the room and take your clothes off? I want to see the entire package. I know that I am ready."
Eric started do to laugh in disbelief. "You want a striptease from me?"
"You don't have to do it to music and you don't have to dance. But yes."
Eric took another sip of wine and gave Dave a little more dessert. Chuckling, he stood up licking his lips, lasciviously. He took off his shirt but he did it slowly a few buttons at a time and then sleeve by sleeve. He threw it at Dave who took it and smelled it. They both smiled. "You have seen this before. You like?" Dave nodded with appreciation.
"Turn around." He did. When he was facing him again,"Now the rest." Socks and shoes came off very slowly with a wink and big smile. Eric was getting into it. Belt undone, zipper slowly lowered, pants opened but not down, a large bulge, a little movement of the hips, the pants to the floor. Eric was surprised; he was enjoying being an exhibitionist. The wet spot appearing on his briefs showed how stimulated he was. Dave noticed it too.
They looked at each other. Eric's look was sultry. Dave's was intense. Eric turned around with his back to Dave, slowly lowered his shorts down over his ass, pausing and finally off. He stood with his back to Dave, naked. Dave was taking in the sight. Broad shoulders to size 33 waist. Light hair on the beautiful, tight, rounded ass. Nice, short, dark hair on the athletic legs. Dave said nothing realizing that he was seeing in the flesh what he had only envisioned in his mind that night at the pub. Eric turned around. Magnificent. Beautifully defined chest with lovely hair and flat stomach. For the first time he saw the beautiful, large, very erect cock with large balls hanging loosely. The head was large and very full. Dave was stunned by how much this further inflamed him.
"Ready to run, Dave?" A vigorous shake of his head, no.
"Come and join me. I feel a little lonely." Dave stood up and started to take his shirt off. "No! That is my job." Eric slowly undressed Dave, stroking his body as he went, until he was naked. He held Dave away from with his hands and took in his body. Magnificent. He had seen the chest before but the whole package was stunning. His eyes grew large as he took in the size of Dave's erection. He decided to leave any comment until another time. One of the largest he had seen.
He led Dave back to the couch and sat down pulling Dave in front of him, still standing. He licked his stomach and his thighs. There were appreciative moans from Dave. He finally touched the tip of his cock with his tongue tasting the wetness. A shiver ran through Dave's body. He carefully put his tongue and then his mouth around the head, first circling the head with his tongue and then sucking lightly. He used his tongue to go up and down Dave's cock. Louder noises of approval. Finally taking it in his mouth and moving up and down with pressure from his lips and movement with his tongue. He looked up at Dave who looked transported. They were ahead of his schedule but Dave had himself advanced the timetable. He proceeded to give the best blow job he knew how. Dave had never felt anything like it. It was electric.
After a very short time, Dave stopped him, talking almost in gasps. "Careful. Going to finish. Too soon." Dave knelt down and started to copy what Eric had done.
"You don't have to ...."
"Like hell, I want and need this." Either he had lied about his past or he was a very fast learner. He licked , he sucked copying what Eric had done. Dave realized that he enjoyed the taste and texture. It was distinctive, not like a woman. It actually made Dave harder and more passionate from the pleasure and knowledge of what he was doing. Eric, very shortly, was stopping him.
He forced him up and led him to the bedroom. When they lay down, they had their first passion filled kiss. They had each other in an embrace and their tongues were battling the other, occasionally stopping to lightly bite the upper or lower lip. Their hands were moving over their backs, asses, pinching nipples. Eric bent down and bit Dave's nipples. There were cries of surprise and passion.
"Dave, however you want, finish me and then I shall finish you." Dave was instantly back with his mouth. The feelings were electric and very shortly, Eric removed Dave's mouth, put both their hands on his cock and together stroked him to one of the most intense orgasms of his life. They were covered. In a moment of total passion, Dave held up one of his finger that had Eric's semen running down it. He appraised it as if he were figuring something out and put it in his mouth. Dave looked as if he were savouring it. So much for the timetable.
Eric was surprised but didn't say anything. Eric didn't wait, he started immediately on Dave. Eric sensed where Dave was and used his mouth to finish him off. Dave was moving his head from side to side, telling Eric how sensitive he was, how incredible it felt. He started to moan and call out Eric's name. His mouth was open and his eyes closed. There was almost a grimace of pleasure on his face. Eric marvelled at the force and quantity of the cum as the first pulse filled his mouth. When he finished, Eric's face, mouth and lips were covered. The taste was wonderful. Dave was shaking for a long time after his last pulse had erupted and Eric held him tightly in his arms.
Dave finally looked at Eric. "I would never have believed those sensations were possible." They lay in each others arms facing together just looking at and touching the other.
Finally, Eric surveyed the two of them. "We are a mess. Want to take a shower by yourself or with me?" Dave got them both up and led Eric to the shower. When they got back to the bedroom, Eric lay down and Dave sat on the edge of the bed.
Smiling, "I guess I had better get ready to go?"
"Only if you don't want to stay the night."
"I thought that you never ...."
"None of them were you. Remember, I didn't kiss them either." They looked intently at each other. "We might want a repeat performance in the morning?" Eric cocked his head to the side with a small smile. Dave climbed in. To Dave, it felt right to be holding this man in bed and in a few minutes, he slept soundly. Eric could feel Dave's chest and hot groin against him and he rejoiced. He had found the man to kiss and to stay overnight.
Author's Note.
I am not sure if this is the end or if there is another part. Stayed tuned, but it could be a while.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments; one of my favourites is Getting My Act Together.
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