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David: The Challenge
By Simon Peter
It is always a challenge being a bisexual. You have to balance your act, making sure to keep both your male and female partners satisfied. Not that I have had problems stamina-wise, but it is always the timing.
What happened with Samantha last week made me blurt out to her that there is also a David in my life.
We were having coffee at a sidewalk café when she kept complaining that I didn't give her enough time. I tried to hedge at first, blaming my studies and my job-I work and go to school for a master's degree in the evenings-but it didn't work. Finally, I told her about David.
"You mean to tell me that you are gay?" she said in a pitch higher than usual, her eyebrows arched up, almost touching her hairline.
"I'm bi, Samantha," I answered, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible. "And I don't like labels," I added self-righteously.
She just stared at me, her eyebrows still glued to her hairline, and then without saying a word, she pushed back her chair and walked away. I tried to call her a couple of times, but she hung up every time.
Oh well. I told David. He laughed and sucked my dick in response. What a guy! I just love David's sense of humor and practicality.
We met at a friend's birthday party. I was in the kitchen getting myself a beer when he walked in and introduced himself. I had noticed him as soon as I walked in. He is quite a looker, 22 years old (4 years younger than me), tall and lean. I loved his goatee which made his smile very cute and totally sexy. I didn't figure him out to be gay at first. He was talking to this chick but I noticed that he kept glancing towards where I was standing, surreptitiously, but definitely.
"Hi," he greeted me in the kitchen as I was getting myself a beer from the fridge. "I'm David, Sheila's cousin." Sheila was the birthday girl and we'd met at college where she was also taking a graduate evening course.
"Hi, David," I turned from the fridge to shake hands. "I'm Ed, Sheila's college mate."
"Oh," he smiled-fuck me: that cute smile. I felt a twitch in my groin as I looked at him. "What?" he said when he saw me staring.
"Oh," I sort of stammered, at a loss to what to say. "It's just..."
He arched one eyebrow and smiled wider. My heart skipped a beat.
"Just?"
I laughed nervously. "Oh, nothing," I said hoarsely. "I just like your beard."
"Goatee."
"Huh?"
"It's called a goatee, not a beard, like a goat."
Oh my God, the smile. I was starting to develop an erection just by looking at his mouth and lips and fucking goatee.
"Definitely not like a goat," I said, forcing myself to calm down a bit, noting his sense of humor.
"Thanks, Ed. Nice of you to notice."
I was still staring as David moved closer towards me to get a beer from the fridge. I didn't move out of the way. I was determined to get those lips around my dick as soon as I could. I knew that I was already bulging at the crotch. But I couldn't help it. David made me horny as fuck.
"Um, dude, Ed," he said as he reached for the fridge handle. "I need to get a beer. Can I get you one, too?"
Our bodies almost touched as he reached for the fridge handle. When he opened the door of the fridge, I made as if I was moving away and as if by accident pressed my bulging crotch onto his thigh.
Immediately, he pressed back.
What? He pressed on my erection with his thigh? Fuck! Fuck me! My dick instantly rose to a raging rock- hard erection.
Keeping the pressure, grinding, I leant over and kissed his lips, lightly. I wasn't really thinking. I was urged by my hardness and horniness, with the adrenaline running like a river in my veins.
Ordinarily, I can't claim that I am this forward when it comes to my gay tendencies. With a woman, I would certainly grab and kiss if I detect any willingness. With guys, it's different, and you don't want your imagination and lust to carry you away into doing things you would regret.
But with David, I felt I needed to make a move. Perhaps it was because we had just met and David was not really a "friend" that I was afraid to risk losing. But it was more than that. David emanated a kind sexuality-sensuality, if you like-that I felt irresistible. I didn't care. All I saw were his pair of lips and my desire to kiss them.
David inhaled when my lips touched his. Nervously, he moved away as we heard heel steps approaching. Sheila walked into the kitchen. Shit! I had misinterpreted his moves. Damn! But it was worth it. My lips tingled with the touch of the light kiss. Was it because he heard the footsteps or because he was straight and was getting away from me?
"Hey, guys," Sheila sang happily. "Have you two met? David? Eddie?"
We were both shaken and somewhat speechless after our own "introduction" to each other.
"I was getting Ed a beer," David finally managed to say.
"Happy returns, Sheila," I croaked.
She looked at us, quizzically, probably wondering why we were so shaken.
"Thanks, Eddie, darling. Hand me a beer too, Davie, will you?"
With what I thought was a shaking hand, David fished out a bottle of Heineken from the fridge and handed it to Sheila. Smiling back at us, she left the kitchen.
"Phew," David exhaled. "That was close!"
I gulped down cold beer, feeling the brew soothing my dry throat. I couldn't take my eyes off David's face.
"Yea," I agreed with a forced smile, but the desire for this guy was still raging throughout my body.
We made some small talk to cool off the electricity that had built up between us. When we walked out of the kitchen holding our beer bottles, the party was in full swing. We mingled, separately, but bumping into each other every now and then, exchanging nervous smiles.
I stepped out to the balcony for a cigarette. Dirty habit, I know, but... I inhaled the smoke and considered the kitchen scene with more rationality. It was definitely a very hot scene. Fuck rationality! David is one guy I would certainly invite to bed. I felt the tingling down in my balls as I took in and puffed out the cigarette smoke. A few minutes later, the sliding door to the balcony opened, and out came David holding two beers.
"Thought you might be ready for another one of those?" he said as he stepped out and handed me the ice-cold beer bottle.
"Oh, yea, thanks, Dave." I smiled at him and he smiled back as he joined me at the rail. My heart started skipping beats again.
I fished out my cigarette pack and offered him one. Taking the cigarette out of the pack, he said, "I'm an occasional smoker. But I guess this is an occasion."
I raised an eyebrow and took out another cigarette for myself.
"Definitely an occasion, David," I said as I fished out my Bic lighter from my jeans pocket. Cupping his hands around my fingers, David bent to light his cigarette, protecting the flame from the light breeze.
His hands pressed on mine as he inhaled his first smoke. I lit up and we leaned at the rail, cigarettes in one hand, bottles of beer in the other.
"So, Ed, you and Sheila go to school together, huh?"
"Yea, grad school. What about you? Finished college yet?"
"I will next June," he puffed out smoke, and I could die watching the lips and the goatee, so sexy.
With my thoughts totally engrossed with all kinds of possible physical contact with this hunk, I found it difficult to continue with the small talk. All I could think about was how to get David into my bed. I wanted him bad.
David must have sensed my lust. His smile was sexy as hell, and his leaning posture was so inviting that I was tempted to grab him right there and then.
Halfway through our cigarettes and beer bottles, I reached and touched his arm lightly.
"I find you very attractive, Dave," I whispered. He looked down at my hand and smiled.
"Likewise, Ed," he whispered back. I thought I detected a little blush, but it could have been my imagination.
"I would very much like to see you some time, alone."
The smile widened. My heart beat faster. My groins tingled. I had a knot in my stomach as big as a football as I waited for his answer to my invitation.
"We could do coffee together, if you like," he said amiably, not moving his arm away from my touch.
Oh, no! That was not what I meant by "seeing" him.
"You know what? I have this freshly ground Columbian coffee that I have picked up this afternoon.
Care to taste?" I wanted him now. Desperately! He considered for a moment, and then nodded his head. "Columbian sounds fine. Sexy, even."
"Sexy? Coffee?"
He laughed. "Sexy... You."
Oh, my God! I almost fainted. I squeezed harder on his arm.
"Let's go, then."
Between groping, kissing, and fondling, I managed to make the coffee around fifteen minutes later in my studio apartment. The coffee was delicious, but David was way more so. We made out on the couch between sips of hot coffee and cigarettes. My hands were all over his lean, firm body, and he returned the favor by rubbing my crotch and making a couple of comments about the size of my erection inside my jeans.
Well, I wasn't surprised because my dick was at its full 20-centimeter length. His hand rubbing up and down my cock length almost made me ejaculate. I was that horny! Finally, David moved away and started to strip. I sat back and watched, mesmerized.
"What?" he said as he took off his shirt, showing a fairly smooth chest, with a small patch of hair in the middle, and inviting pink nipples. "Are you going to just sit there and watch?"
He started undoing his jeans buttons, and my heart raced, Formula-One speed.
"You look so fucking hot, David, I just want to sit here and watch."
He wiggled his hips teasingly, smiling. "So you want me to strip for you, Ed? Turns you on?"
"Baby," I said with a grin, "I'm way beyond turned on. I'm on red-hot fire for you."
I was rubbing my erection as I looked at his trail of hair going down from his belly button to the waistband of his briefs.
David kept the smile on his face as he gyrated his hips provocatively and teased his pink nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Slowly he dropped his jeans. He was wearing white briefs and his dick was outlined nicely, sideways to the left. I mentally drooled. When he turned around, his bubble butt cheeks stretched the fabric of the briefs, emphasizing their firm, masculine shape. His thighs were fairly hairy, the hair thickening with masculinity down his legs.
I was dying for David to lose the briefs, as sensual and exciting as they were. My imagination was going wild. Finally, placing both hands under the waistband, he pulled down the underwear and kicked them off carelessly to the side.
There he was, in the middle of my apartment, David, naked! My God! I had thought before that he looked sumptuous in clothes. Naked, he was a hundred times hotter. His body, slim but not stick-thin, had developed and pronounced abs. His thighs were thick but not too muscely. But most of all, I loved the body hair. The thin chest patch had predicted a smooth body.
Instead, David's hair trail developed into a thick and curly black pubic hair surrounding his dick base. His balls were fuzzy, thighs and legs hairy.
When he turned around to show me his magnificently formed butt, I drooled even more at the hairy crack that promised a hairier butt hole. He posed for me. I was going out of my mind with this show.
Not that it was the first time a hot guy stripped in front of me, but it was the way he posed. There was nothing feminine or effeminate in his posture. Just what turned me on the most: masculine display of a beautifully-formed masculine body. If I wanted feminine, I'd have gotten me a female.
He stood with spread legs, hands on hips, displaying one of the most amazingly shaped male bodies I had ever seen.
As I had told David before, I was way beyond turned on. Quickly, impatiently, I started undoing my shirt, when David walked over towards me, his hard erection angled upwards in front of him.
"Let me," he requested in a voice that was losing its humorous tone to becoming more of a husky, frisky tone.
He kneeled between my stretched legs and started on my shirt buttons. With every button undone, he followed with licking and kissing the newly-exposed skin. My chest hair is fairly thick, and I welcomed David's appreciating it. He ran his fingers through the hairs as he licked them. Down to the last button, his lips and tongue followed the trail. I had to admire his strong self-control not to touch my bulge as he did my chest. I kept thinking: get down there, baby. But David took his time.
I was trembling all over when David undid the jeans buttons. He studied my boxer shorts, the smirk returning to his face.
"So classical," he commented, regarding my boxers. "So straight-looking."
"Really?" I was somewhat surprised that he was commenting on my underwear rather than on the huge hard-on tenting it. I could see a spot of wetness already forming at where the tip of my cock was pressing.
"Yea, Ed, really. I expected some kind of black satin tight shorts on you."
"Does that turn you on more?" I asked.
"Now that I see this, no." He ran his fingers along my erection. "I love these boxers... and what is inside them, too."
With that, he resumed his kissing and licking of my belly, pulling down the boxers slowly. I raised my butt so that he can pull the underwear off. And there it was: my cock fully erected, pointing at his face.
He kissed the head, lightly holding the hard shaft with one hand. Then, he moved back up towards my face, sliding his naked body over mine.
Oh, please, suck on my cock, baby, please! was all I was able to think. I so wanted his lips around my hardness.
My senses were at their full function, intense. But mostly, other than our bare skins touching, I could smell David. Although there was the hateful after-cigarette smell of tobacco, I detected a sweet/fresh scent of something lemony. Not fruity, but tangy and masculine. Inhaling, I took his smell in as his head reached mine and we started kissing.
The build-up in my nuts was getting to the point of overload, and I was certain that if we kept this up for another minute, I would be spurting all over his crotch and belly.
Pushing him off me gently, I murmured, "David, easy, baby, you don't want me to shoot my load yet."
He laughed and stood up in front of me. His erected dick stood tantalizingly level with my eyesight. He started playing with himself but I stopped him and leaned over towards his hot body.
"I want to stroke your cock with my lips," I said as my lips wrapped the cut, mushroom head of his tool.
He held onto my head with both hands and arched his back, moaning. My lips pressed around the ridge of his cock and my tongue flicked at the engorged head. Slowly and steadily I slid my mouth down his shaft to the base. I could feel it hard and throbbing, and I started to gag. I was not the most experienced cock sucker around, but I did enjoy the power of taking another man's hardness down my throat.
Dave started pumping into my face, his hands now firmly pressed at the back of my head. Hungrily, I ate his cock. I gagged and slobbered but I never let go of his beautiful rod, which now was raging hard.
My own cock lost a bit of its erection, now that the attention moved to another dick. I reached down and stroked my cock, bringing it back to full erection.
As I swallowed the hard shaft, I looked up to see David's eyes tightly closed, and his head thrown back with the pleasure of being serviced. I cupped his fuzzy balls in one hand and slid the other inside his crack, fingering his hole. His moaning increased, so did his tempo of pounding my throat.
Since I didn't want him to shoot his load yet, I got off his dick. Instead, I followed up with more kissing and groping to let both of our loads settle and to lengthen our fuck session. I desperately wanted to get inside his hot ass.
I lay back on the bed. My cock raged. David slid on top of me and I felt his hot weight pressing on my body. His cock pressed on the base of my balls, and I moved my groin to rub my erection against his belly and abs. We kissed, our lust and passion incredibly intensifying. Slowly, I raised David to make him sit on my groin. His breathing was getting harder and his moans deeper. We were both sweating in spite of the cool night breeze coming through the open window.
David reached back and grabbed my cock, rubbing his crack with its head.
"It's so fucking big, Ed. Your cock is huge," he mumbled. Compared to his own cock, yes, mine was longer and thicker. Would that stop him from riding it?
Slowly, before he lowered himself on me, he reached for the gel tube on the night stand and lubricated my cock all the way down to the base and applied some to his hole. Then, placing my cock head at the puckered entrance to his body, he pushed down and I penetrated. I felt dizzy with the feeling of the warmth and tightness of his body.
With his eyes closed, David guided me into him all the way. His balls rested in my thick pubes as he gyrated on my dick, trying to get used to my thickness. I could feel my cockhead already pushing deep into his bowels. His own cock was already leaking and I used that to stroke him as he began sliding up and down my cock shaft.
The fucking started slowly, with me allowing David to manage it, taking full control. All I did was stroke his beautiful cock gently and squeeze his nipples and rub his sexy chest. After a few minutes, when I felt that his fuck tunnel is totally aligned with my cock shaft, I moved my hands under his butt cheeks, lifting him, and started pounding up into him. I was going delirious with lust, and I knew that my explosion is approaching fast.
David moaned and groaned as I pushed up inside his body with forceful thrusts. My fingers pressed into his firm, fuzzy butt cheeks as I fucked him. At first, I couldn't understand his mutterings, but when I started to pound faster into him, his mutterings turned into pleading.
"Oh, Ed, yes, fuck me, please, fuck me, please, Eddie, baby, fuck my ass, please..."
With me thrusting wildly into him, he bent over and pushed his tongue into my mouth. That brought me over the edge and I started squirting my juice into his body. I had planned to feed him my cum and watch him swallow it. But I just couldn't hold back when he started kissing me and meeting my thrusts.
I felt as if gallons of semen were emptying out of my balls through my cock shaft and into his bowels. I barely noticed the thick jizz spurts coming out of his cock onto my chest. One of his squirts even hit my face and I tasted its saltiness, which made me squirt more in immediate response.
Finally, we settled, breathing hard, sweating. He sat back onto my groin, his cock dripping cum, with my cock still deep inside him, semi-hard, flexing. I ran a finger over the cum on my face and made him suck it. Smiling, he reached back and wiped off some of my cum which had started to seep out of his hole onto my balls and fed me. We remained like this forever, it seemed, the after-fuck glow making our bodies shiver.
When David slowly got off me, I could hear my cock plop out of his ass. I was still semi-erect, and David didn't lose time on going down on me. My cock head was so sensitive that I trembled all over as he sucked on the shaft and played his tongue around the knob. In no time, I was hard again. All it took was for David to surprisingly push a finger up my ass for me to explode another load into his throat.
Again, the eruption was intense. He swallowed every drop of my juice, with both of my hands gripping his hair, forcing my cock to empty more jizz into his hot mouth.
Totally spent, now, we lay next to each other, kissing, with his head on my outstretched arm and his crotch pressed at my hip.
Needless to say, the night witnessed more fucking. But that is material for another story with David, who, with every fuck session challenged me to the maximum.