David

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David

by Steve Rider

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Copyright (c) 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.

It had been a very slow day, no service calls. I sat home watching my own BBS, waiting to see if a certain kid would call, a kid in trouble, trying to accept his sexuality. Somebody has to help these kids, they get so scared, some die by their own hand. It makes me so sad I get horny, you figure it out. The kid is doing OK now, he'll be fine, no more talk about suicide. He scared me the first time he called my board. So the kid called that evening and he was quite calm. We chatted a while and I did what I could do for him. It left me feeling even more horny. I realized I had to get laid. It took too much out of me. I started dialing out on my other line.

I was on one of those multiline chat boards, mostly all gay, when I saw a guy logon. We had talked on the phone once before, it was going along well, but then my damn pager had gone off. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. I sent a hello. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply.

We sparred back and forth for a few minutes. I reminded him of our talk on the phone. He remembered the talk and me. I'm much older than he is, 44 as I type this, he is twenty years old. He sounded gay on the phone. I like that. I like young guys. They are usually hot. I was almost out of beer and cigarettes, time for the 7-11, but I wanted to see if he was interested first.

DAVID > What do you want ?

STEVE > I want to be your bottom

DAVID > Why me ?

STEVE > You're young, you're gay, I like you

DAVID > Why younger guys ?

STEVE > Why am I right handed ? God made me this way. I'm horny.

DAVID > Cute answer. When do you want it ?

STEVE > How about tonight ? Interested ?

DAVID > Sounds good

STEVE > I need to run to the store, give me five minutes, call

STEVE > voice, OK ? My number is xxx-xxxx

DAVID > How about ten minutes ?

STEVE > OK, I'll walk to the store :-)

The older lady was on the counter at the 7-11, the one who is so friendly. Since the first time I went in there with one of my gay shirts she is even more friendly. I like her. A six pack of Coke for my guest, some Bud Dry, and two packs of cigarettes. I hoped he was not toying with me. Hard to tell over a modem, but this guy seemed mighty sincere. The streets were wet with a very rare rainstorm. First time in weeks. We needed the rain badly. It hit me on the way home, he will be over, I'm getting laid, nice feeling. No idea what he really looks like, cool, really cool, I was excited.

Back in front of my computers, some guy was creating a new account on my board. I watched with mild disinterest with my cordless phone on the seat beside me. RING, I jumped.

"Hello ?"

"Hi, can I speak to Steve please ?"

"Hi David, how are you ?"

"Oh good, so you're really horny huh ?"

"Yes, would you like to come over ? If you do and nothing

clicks, then no harm done, right ?

"Yes, I guess so."

"You're in Santa Clara aren't you ?"

"Yes"

I gave him directions to my place. He understood clearly. He said he wanted to wash his dishes first, he'd be leaving in about half an hour. Ten O'Clock now, I figured he would be here by 11. We hung up and a peaceful feeling settled into me. I really liked the way he sounded on the phone, he seemed very sure of himself, no apprehension, no guilt, nicely gay. I like confidence in people, it means they are whole. I decided to kill some time on a few more boards, I popped another Bud Dry and called High Tech Gays. Email from this guy I just cannot stand, he says he is straight and married. He wants someone gay to blow him. He's a loser. I ignored him again, he will catch on sooner or later. I'm perfectly content picking whom I go to bed with. Gay men get first choice. We have a lot more in common, and they are definitely the best in bed. Gay men who are glad they are gay, integrated personalities, healthy minds, proud of themselves. I had sensed this in David when we first spoke on the phone. No remorse and no shame, he knew what he liked and he liked it.

I called another board that a friend of mine runs but I got him in a terminal program instead of his BBS, he typed "Who is calling please ?" and I hit the macro key with my name. He asked if I could call back later, did I mind, was I planning to go to bed soon. I had to pause before I could answer his question. I was planning to go to bed soon, but not in the way that he meant it. I told him I would call back later. Then I remembered that my bed was not made. My watch said 10:45, he'll be here any minute. I rushed to my bedroom and made my bed very quickly.

My doorbell rang at 10:59PM. I opened the door and there was a hunk standing there. About 5'8" tall, muscular, black hair, dark jeans and a red Tshirt, smiling, possibly nervous, very good looking. He had thick, bushy eyebrows that nearly met. He was a big sort of a guy, not fat at all, but with a large frame and broad shoulders. I knew in an instant that I was glad he was here. He was a 9.1 on the cutie scale.

"Hi David. Come on in."

"Hi."

I shut the door behind him, then turned to look at him again, and I smiled, and so did he. I hesitated for a second and then I walked right up to him, reached around him and gave him a hug. I asked him if he was nervous and he said no, it had seemed like he might be, no shame if he was, a difficult thing we were doing, meeting like this in my home, total strangers, with an understanding that we most likely were going to go to bed together. I offered him a seat in front of my computers. I asked if he wanted a Coke. I had some of my stories lying around so I offered him one to read. He dived right in to reading it with an obvious interest. I sat down next to him, in front of my PS/2, and started acting as if I was interested in what I was doing. I was really interested in David. So strong, muscular, young, good looking, I knew I wanted to go to bed with him, no doubt at all in my mind. I could not tell if the feeling was mutual. I lit a cigarette and tried to keep the smoke away from him. David does not smoke. I was nervous.

He finished the story and said he liked it. He asked to see another and I obliged. As he read I turned and looked at him. His chair was turned slightly away from me. I stood up and walked over behind him, admiring his muscular neck and shoulders, staring at his coarse black hair, imagining him in bed with me. I got an erection just looking at him. I put my right hand on his right shoulder. His red Tshirt was damp with the first rain of the fall. It felt like sweat, it felt masculine. I put my left hand on his left shoulder. David kept reading the story. I started to twirl my thumbs against his muscular shoulders, then run my fingertips up to his neck, tracing the line of his hair, inhaling his scent, it was good. I leaned down over his head, as if to read over his shoulder, drawing the air in slowly through my nostrils, savoring his masculine smell.

He read silently as I continued to massage his neck and shoulders. I was getting very horny but I could not tell what his reaction was initially. Then I noticed his muscles were relaxing a bit. It seemed he was having a good time. I moved my right hand down to his right tit and started making circles around it with my fingertips. His nipple got hard within seconds. His body had told me what no words had said, he was interested! I bent down toward his face. He looked up at me, lifted his face to meet mine, and we kissed. His tongue went into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around him. My glasses started to slide off my face, they were getting in the way, I took them off and put them on the desk in front of my BBS. It was getting very hot, very fast in my livingroom. I started to run my hands all over his chest, faster, making heat from the friction of my hands against the cotton. Our tongues were dueling against each other. He tasted delicious. I was as hot as I have ever been, so glad that David had come to see me. My hand went down to his crotch while our faces stayed locked together.

I started to rub his cock through his jeans. He was already hard as soon as I touched him. It was so very wonderful having this hunk of a guy in my livingroom, kissing me, feeling him, knowing we were going to do more. I moved my hand to his belt buckle. It was one of those belts that you pull out on to undo it, it took me a second, David helped me by pulling in his firm belly. The kissing was getting hotter. I wanted to give him pleasure. I started to pull down his zipper, but it was hard to do with him sitting down. He was wearing white cotton jockey shorts. I was getting hotter by the instant, the kissing was fantastic. Passion was the only thing in my mind, passion for David, wanting his cock. He reached down and pulled down his zipper and while he was at it he pulled his cock out from under the waistband of his shorts. This was all the invitation I needed. It was a very lovely cock, cut, with a large head, thick, hard as a rock. I stroked him a few times as I walked around in front of his chair. Then I knelt down before him, pulled his underwear down along with his jeans, and I took the head of his cock into my mouth, slowly, gently, I flicked my tongue around on it. He leaned back in the chair, I felt him relaxing.

I started going up and down on his cock, taking it all into my mouth, every now and then pushing firmly down against him, pressing my nose into his pubic hair. I was sucking hard on each upstroke, my cheeks were pulled in by the vacuum. I kept taking the scent of his crotch into my nostrils. He was clean and masculine. My hands were working his tits through his shirt. Then I slid them up under his shirt, my thumbs were making circles around his nipples. It was easy to tell that he was enjoying my efforts. He was as hard as a rock and he started to moan. This was just foreplay of course. I was worried he might cum too soon. I stopped for a second.

"Let's go into the bedroom, OK?"

"Yes!"

He held his pants up as we walked into my room, then I started to undress him. First the Tshirt, what a chest! He was hard and firm, so big and masculine. Next I dropped his jeans to the floor and then very carefully I pulled down those nice white briefs of his, all the way down to the floor. He plopped down on his back on my waterbed, his knees over the edge, his feet on the floor. I knelt down on the floor beside him and took that lovely cock in my mouth again. It was so nice going down on him, it would have been enough if that was to be all we did, but it wasn't going to be that way. I sucked him for another five or ten minutes, stopping every time that I thought he was close, making it last, building his climax, wanting his pleasure to be the greatest. A twenty year old hunk in my bedroom, what a treat!

"David ?"

"Yes ?"

"Do you want to cum like this ? Or do you want to fuck me ?"

"Oh! I want to fuck you, yes."

"Great!"

I quickly shed my clothes, then I reached over to the headboard and grabbed a condom. In the dim light, with my glasses off, I had to hold it very close to my eyes to see which way it was rolled. My bedroom window was wide open, the sound of the rain outside was like background music, yellow light streamed in from the apartment complex behind. I knelt in front of him again with the condom ready in my hand. I kissed his cock from top to bottom, then I licked it up and down with the tip of my tongue. I held the condom up over the head of his cock, pinching the end to squeeze out the air, then I gently placed it over the head, and I rolled it down as I kissed his left thigh. Using a condom can be very erotic if it is done the right way. I reached to the headboard again and got my waterbased lubricant, put a big dab in my right hand, and covered the outside of the condom with it as I stroked him gently up and down. I stood up, put another big gob on my fingertips, and rubbed it around my butthole. One more gob of lube that I inserted inside myself as David made room for me in the bed.

"How do you want me David ?"

"Which way do you like it ?"

"Let me lie on my side OK ?"

"Yeah, sure."

I spread myself across my waterbed, arms against one of the sideboards, my feet planted firmly on the opposite sideboard, I placed two pillows under my head and put my right leg slightly forward to angle my butt up toward him. He laid down behind me, his right arm around my chest, and I felt the head of his cock against my hole. I was definitely ready, he was eager, he pushed slowly against me, his rock hard erection pushing into me, my ass and all the rest of me eager to please him. He thrust very hard, way up inside me all at once, I cried out loudly, it hurt for a second. He whispered in my ear.

"Is it OK ?"

"Oh yes! Fuck me David, fuck me !"

He amazed me by pushing even deeper, it was wonderful, this hunk of a guy, way inside me, filling me up, making me feel so complete. He pulled me back against him, almost roughly, he was taking me and I wanted to give. We fucked and fucked and fucked. I could feel him sweating, each time he slammed into me it was all I could do to hold still, even with my arms and legs propped against the sides of the bed as they were. It seemed like he fucked me forever. Finally he seemed to be exhausted, he pulled out of me, rolled over onto his back, and he was breathing very heavily. I kissed him deeply once again, tongue against tongue, spit mixing with spit. David was the hottest guy I had ever met, no doubt at all about it. I broke the kiss and I started to scrape my teeth against the muscles that ran from his neck down to his shoulders. We were not done yet, he was just catching his breath.

"David ?"

"Yes ?"

"May I finish you off with my mouth ?"

"OK"

I went to the sink and got a wet washcloth. I pulled the condom off his cock. Still hard as a rock. I wiped him clean and he moved so I could kneel on the bed between his legs. I took him in my mouth again. I wanted to please him. All the way down on him in one swift motion. His cock hit the back of my throat. I was thrilled and I hoped he was too. I started going up and down on him very fast, very hard. My nose was slamming into his pubic hair on each downstroke. It was wonderful having David in my mouth again. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. My legs were tucked up under my chest, I was using the muscles in my neck, shoulders and back to go up and down on his meat. He kept saying my name softly, outside the sound of the rain kept on. Sucking him, licking him, I took his balls into my mouth and he moaned out loud. I felt sure that the neighbors could hear. I didn't care. Having David in my bed was exactly what I needed at that time. Giving him pleasure, making him hot, I wanted to please him completely.

Still faster, up, down, all of him, trying to get him hotter. Suddenly David pulled away from me, he pulled his cock right out of my mouth.

"Steve ?"

"Yes David"

"Can I fuck you some more now ?"

"Oh yes, David, yes! How do you want me ?"

"Lay down on your stomach please."

First I grabbed another condom. Once again I held it up to the dim yellow light pouring in through my window. I placed it over the head of his cock, it was barely large enough, and I started to roll it down slowly, carressing his balls with my other hand. This guy was so hot! I lubed the outside of the condom, then my butt. I fixed two of the pillows again for my head, then I laid down in front of him and spread my legs wide. It felt so good when he climbed up on top of me. His weight, the pressure of his skin on mine, we were both just a little bit damp with sweat. David guided his cock to my hole. He pressed in gently. It was much easier as he entered me this time. He slammed up inside me and I yelled out loud.

"Are you OK Steve ?"

"Oh yes, yes, I'm fine, don't stop, please don't stop"

He started fucking me again, harder than before, fast, using his weight, all his muscles together. I had never been fucked like this before, never. It was wonderful. A few times he pulled back too far and he fell out, I felt suddenly empty and deprived. Then he would rush to go back up inside me, way inside me, and he fucked me so well and so hard. This went on for at least fifteen more minutes. I could not believe this guy could fuck like this. He must be some kind of an athlete or something. What a hunk of a guy, so strong and cute and hot and gay, I could have died while he was inside me and it would have been just fine. I started to talk dirty to him.

"Oh David you are so HOT"

"Fuck me David, fuck me"

"I love it when you fuck me man, I love it"

"I want you to cum up inside me David, cum in me man"

"Oh Steve, Steve, Steve. Steve. It's so good"

It was like an endless rush of pleasure for me, and I think he was having a good time too. Harder and faster. How can anyone fuck like this ? This guy is an animal! Then he pulled out, and he took a long breath, and he asked me to roll over, and I did. David lifted my legs up to his shoulders and I understood, the classic position, me on my back, my legs in the air, my ass rolled up towards him. With my ankles just over his shoulders my feet touched each other behind his head. David grabbed the lube from the headboard. I fixed the pillows under my head as he lubed his cock and my butt again. Then he pressed up against me and I pressed back against his cock. I wanted him back inside me as soon as possible. I pulled him in with the muscles in my butt, I never knew I could do that, and then he threw his weight against me, sliding all the way up inside me, and I let out another yell. But David could tell it was pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good before, nothing, not ever before in my life. On his third stroke I had an orgasm, on his fourth stroke I had another, and another, and another. I felt I had left my body, and I also felt I had never been in my body before. I still could not believe that this hunk was here, in my bed, with me. Each time he pushed up into me I felt so full, so complete, so much caught up in the moment.

David has got to be the sexiest guy I have ever met. The best. He fucked me like this for ten more minutes and then finally I felt him tense up, his rhythm changed, his motions were jerky, I knew he was close. So I pushed back harder against him, his balls slapping up on my ass with each stroke. His breathing was faster than ever. He went stiff, pushed all the way in, and I felt his body tremble. David was having an orgasm. It made me feel so good. He laid down on top of me, my legs at an unbelievable angle, for just a few seconds, then he rolled off as he pulled out, there was a plopping sound. He fell down beside me on the bed.

"Steve ?"

"Yes David ?"

"Have you got a towel ?"

I looked and he was covered with sweat, rivers of sweat all over his chest, his neck, his strong shoulders. I jumped out of bed, grabbed a towel, and I wiped him down gently. I kissed him just once on the lips. I stripped his cock of the condom, dropping it on the floor beside the bed, I wiped his crotch and then my butt, and the towel joined the condoms on the floor. Then slowly, carefully, I laid down on top of him as he lay sprawled out on my bed. I started to kiss his neck and his shoulders, his cheeks, his forehead. I whispered thank you in his ears, one at a time. I curled my lips over my front teeth and I pretended to bite his earlobes. Then I kissed him right on his lips, over and over, short little pecking type kisses. Then I spread out on top of him, my weight fully on him, and I thanked him again with a hug.

We talked a long time. Pillow talk. Little things. When did he know he was gay ? Did he like older men ? Was it good for him tonight ? I told him that he was fantastic, that I felt so much better, that I hoped he had had a good time. It was so nice just talking to David. He is quiet, reserved, but so nice. I got up to get him a soda, and find my cigarettes. In the livingroom I saw more of my stories, so I grabbed some, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed when I returned. I opened the Coke for him, handed him the stories, sat down beside him on the edge of the waterbed, and I lit up. I tried to keep the smoke away from him. I ran my fingers lightly over his back, just the tips, as he was reading. Then he put down the stories, and he turned to me.

"Are you going to write about us, tonight ?"

"I think I'd like to, yes. "

"May I see it when it's done ?"

"Of course! Tell you what David, when it's done you can come

over here again and read it in person."

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