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David Needs To Get Laid Ð Part 04
Waking up in his new bed, it was sinking in that he finally had his own place. The freedom to do whatever he wanted. David sat up in bed, grabbed his phone from the nightstand and checked his messages. He didn't get the message that he was expecting but he wasn't gonna let that get him down today. The muscular hunk glanced over at the chest of drawers in the corner of his room and saw the note. He smiled. David looked down at his body. He had a thick chest below his chin. Pushing the duvet cover a little lower revealed his cut abs. Would he like these?', David thought, referring to the guy he saw at the gym yesterday. Jamie. Is that the same guy that left me the note? It had to have been. He was the only one in the changing room, wasn't he?' So many questions entered his mind that suddenly his entire head was full of thoughts just of that one hour period yesterday afternoon.
David began rubbing one hand over his chest feeling the size of his pecs. He liked their thickness and the way they were so distinguished from his torso. As his left hand found its way to one of his nipples, he reached underneath the duvet with his other hand and began to feel his pride and joy. He started thinking about how hot Jamie was looking yesterday. He was usually more turned on by darker haired guys, but there was something about Jamie. The confident way he strode over to the bench yesterday, with his tank swaying and allowing for his nipples to be exposed....
David started to rub his cock harder on his tight boxer shorts. What would David Laid give to be sucking on the nipples of the young blonde muscle stud he saw yesterday. David tossed his duvet off of himself and was left nearly naked, with only the tight pair of Calvin Klein boxers shorts that weren't hiding much given the fact that his cock was rock hard by now. `Jamie, take off your tank', David moaned as though they were still there in the gym together. David started breathing more rapidly as he worked his nipples. Jamie did as David commanded and revealed a very defined, tanned body with slightly more of a v-taper than David. "Fuck this", David said dick bouncing as he removed his CK's in a hurried frenzy. He grabbed his thick 8" inch cock and began to stroke harder....
Jamie sat on the bench in the now empty gym, and lowered himself into position for a press. His shirtless torso against the bench, and David strolled over to him and started feeling up this gorgeous Adonis' chest. As David moved his hands down towards Jamie's gym shorts he suddenly found himself beginning to lose all sense of thought. His rubbing motion over his meaty cock had gotten faster and faster until the thought of what he might find in Jamie's shorts tipped him over the edge. His released all over his chest in 3 huge loads. He knew he'd have to find out what Jamie had under those shorts.
"Ahh what are you doing?", David shouted as he dived to the ground to save his $350 drone from being destroyed. "That was a failure of epic proportions. C'mon Qwin, this is a thing of beauty to be taken care of at all times. It's literally insane how amazing this beast is".
"Sorry dude", Qwin said knowing that Dave may go into one of his rants. Still holding the controller for the drone meant David must be giving him an extra shot at flying this machine. He flicked his thumb upwards on one of the levers and the drone lifted off. There was a screen in the middle of the controller which meant the boys could see exactly what was being filmed up there.
"You need it to be a smooth, beautiful, clean shot of the neighbourhood. You see what I'm saying?", David told Qwin enthusiastically. "I'll be back in a sec".
The hunk walked over to the other side of the yard, grabbed his phone from his pocket, and looked for his list of recent calls. He found the list and upon seeing the sea of red on his screen, he was slightly shocked at how many calls he'd made that hadn't been picked up by Dylan. He pressed his last known placed call and the phone begun dialling his long-time friend. It went to voicemail as it had been doing for the last few days. "Dylan, what happened to you? Call me back? Is there something going on? We're friends, let me know", he spoke into his phone. He was starting to get pretty pissed off with his friend's behaviour....
Dave scrolled through his list of contacts and remembered that he'd added this Jamie guy to his contacts after this morning's wild fantasy. David began to rationalise in his head why Jamie would give him his number. Did he want a workout buddy? Maybe wanted to hang out? What if he was a fan and he wanted a picture or some help with his training regime? He didn't know this guy at all. But he sure as fuck wanted to. The thought of the sweaty hunk in the gym yesterday was already arousing David.
He hesitantly pressed on Jamie's name and waited for it to start ringing. There was no answer but instead it prompted David to leave a voicemail. David froze not knowing what to say "Hey, it's David...I...ermm...found this number in my bag yesterday. Give me a call when you get a chance...ok, bye"....
Dave wondered if he was doing the right thing even calling the number. This guy could be anybody, what am I doing?' David was about to start walking back across the yard to see what Qwin was doing with his drone, when his phone lit up. It was a text. From Jamie. His drew a deep breath and kept his big brown eyes locked intently on his iPhone screen. It read Hey Dave, can't talk right now. I'll call you in an hour if that's ok? Glad you didn't lose my number', followed by a wink emoji.
David's curiosity was not going to be diminished for at least another hour, yet he took at least 5 minutes decided how to reply to that text, settling for something simple without too much emotion. 'No problem. I'm easy', followed by a return wink face emoji. Even as that message was sending, David instantly regretted his choice of phrasing.
"Dave, what were you doing over there?", Qwin asked curious.
"Ah nothing, just texting Dyl. You said he was coming over last night but he didn't show", David thought he might get more of an answer from Qwin as he was, at least, replying to Qwin's texts.
"He was supposed to be but he made up some excuse. You think we should go over and see him? I've already had a workout this morning so I'm free for the rest of the day. We could grab Corn and Jonah and go to the beach or something"....
"Sounds awesome, let's do it!"
Later that evening, as the sun was setting David was donning a pair of smart black Armani trousers he hadn't worn for a couple of months. He was having a hard time fitting into them as he was building muscle at a quick rate with him bulking for the last couple of months. His trousers were almost refusing to pull up over David's bubble butt. He'd been working hard on his squat form recently but wasn't quite expecting not to be able to wear trousers because of it. He finally yanked the waistline up over his ass and fastened the buttons. He grabbed his ass cheeks and made sure that they were firm and plump. He wanted to make sure the view wasn't wasted on Jamie.
`Should I wear the white shirt or the black shirt? How about the tight grey t-shirt? he asked himself nervously. Sprawled on his bed were about 10 different combinations of clothes with a surprising amount of thought going into each one. He'd never been on an actual date before, and it had been made clear that this is exactly what this was. Then David found exactly what he needed. This should make tonight interesting. He was clean shaven, smelling good and dressed to kill. He grabbed the keys and set off.