I began to think about what I would like to do with Dave in the time we had left. We had made it a strict condition of that evening that it was to be `for one night only, no regrets, no telling tales'. We had been friends for around a year, but through our rowing, a special kind of bond existed between us. When you train as hard as we were -- we were setting our sights on Henley -- you spend hours together. Through sun, hail, snow, thunder, rain and gales we ground out hour upon hour on our stretch of water. The number of times that I watched Dave heave out our boat -- a coxless pair -- from the water, his strong shoulders flexing, his muscles glistening with sweat, I felt I knew him more than some of my best friends. Plus the hours we put in together on the gym equipment and the rowing machines. Endlessly pushing, pulling, heaving, thrusting.
As I lay there with Dave tight beside me I didn't have any real trouble justifying why I was there with him. We had melded together. Sure, we had grown together as rowers; our technique had leapt on massively since we first stepped into a boat together. But somehow our personalities, even our thought processes had also come together. The virginal fumbling that we had just experienced was more than just physical thrusting for me, it was a massive, explosive release of emotional energy too. It was only when I was lying beside him reflecting on what happened that I started to realise how much Dave had come to mean to me.
`Mat, Mat, Mat', My thinking was suddenly interrupted. I looked up realising that I had gone off in my own little world. Dave was gently tugging me, cupping my cock in his hand.
My stiffness was increasing, and so was my excitement level. Sorry', I said, looking into his eyes, miles away'. I leant over to turn the bedside light on, its orange glow setting Dave's smile alight. I turned back and mounted Dave, straddling him, allowing our stiff cocks to rub together along the length of their shafts. I grabbed his arms, making to pin him down; he played along struggling a little but allowing me to hold him firm against the bed, his biceps flexing as he pushed against my body weight.
`Well, what we gonna do with you' I teased, kissing him lightly but holding him more firmly'. He wriggled under me, our groins rubbing together, our cocks twitching in unison. I rubbed myself against him, loving the feeling of his hairy balls and groin as it rubbed and tickled me. I looked down to see our two cocks entwined. Both uncut, our cocks looked good together, my dark pubes and his blondeness. My cock was slightly longer than his at about 8", his was just a shade shorter but quite noticeably thicker. I let go his wrists and scooped our members together in both hands, massaging them. Dave is still lying with his hands above his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
`God, I want that cock in my mouth', I said as I played, squeezing our cocks together hard and pulling them upwards. I loved watching our foreskins ride up over our bell-ends as I did it, only to shrink back as I let go. Why circumcision is so popular in some countries is beyond me; when it looks as good as that, leave things as nature intended.
My playing was rudely interrupted by the doorbell. Fuck, who can this be I thought? I let it go, deciding to leave whoever it was to come back, but could see this interruption was already shrinking our fun. It rang again -- this time more incessantly. I threw on some tracksuit trousers and a hoody, hoping the baggy top would hide my erection.
My worst nightmare was standing at the door. Suzie -- a friend of my girlfriend was someone I tried to avoid. She was successfully climbing the rungs of the corporate ladder at a large Pharmaceutical firm nearby. The Audi TT parked outside and her choice of designer clothing were a testimony to her success. Shit, she even smelled expensive. She was used to taking liberties, and tonight was to be no exception. Instead of waiting for an invitation, she simply walked into the house, kissing me on the cheek and headed for the kitchen.
`Hi, just passing and thought I would drop in, absolutely starving, oh, I see you have made some pasta, how nice. Can I grab a beer from the fridge?'
The Amstel was already open and she was swigging greedily from it before I could move to protest. This was Suzie all over, but I had been conditioned by my girlfriend not to protest; she had grown up with her and I simply wasn't allowed to be critical about her.
At this point Dave came down the stairs wearing some of my clothes -- he had been stranded up there since he had left his bag in the hall when he arrived. One of Suzie's most annoying habits was that she flirted outrageously with any man she met. As long as they had a pulse, they were fair game to her. She started on Dave immediately, planting lingering kisses him on both cheeks by way of introduction, before chatting away about our rowing. I was left finishing off supper and setting the table whilst she went to work on Dave. When I finished I walked into the lounge to see her sitting almost on top of Dave, running her hand through his hair as she shared a joke with him. The jealously that boiled up in me subsided as I saw Dave giving me a `help me out' kind of look. Suzie's presence, however, made me realise that our night of passion was going to be cut short, and that annoyed me.
We sat together eating, my mood lifted by bottles of Chianti. Through the meal, I made the most of the little opportunity for conversation I got whilst Suzie twittered like a chaffinch on speed, monopolising Dave with more talk about rowing. She found it really funny that our boat was `coxless', suggesting that you have more fun with a cox; how funny I thought!
I spent the time teasing Dave. The dim lighting and the wine made me bold, so I started rubbing Dave's calves with my feet. He couldn't do anything about it, so had to continue chatting to Suzie. As the meal progressed I got bolder, eventually slipping my hand under the table and resting it on Dave's lap. I could feel the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his jeans, and this cheered me no end. I took it lightly between thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly as Dave tried to maintain some semblance of interest in Suzie's life story.
After the dessert, Suzie went to the toilet, and Dave took this as an opportunity for some revenge. He slipped off his chair and onto his knees, pulling back the top of my tracksuit. Before I knew what was going on he enveloping my semi-hard cock in his mouth in one delicious slurp. It was outrageous and dangerous, making it all the more pleasurable. I ran my hands through Dave's hair as he went to work on my cock, all the time waiting to hear the loo flush knowing I then had about 10 seconds before Suzie would reappear. For the second time that night I looked down to see Dave working on my cock. Like me, he had lost his gay virginity only hours previously but had somehow catapulted himself from novice to master cock sucker in a single leap. His sucking became more furious, intermingled with him taking my testicles one at a time into his mouth as he fisted my cock furiously. I moaned uncontrollably, my head back with mouth wide open, rhythmically thrusting my hips until my bum was virtually clear of the seat. Dave slipped his free hand down the back of my tracksuit, his fingers working down my crack to my virgin bud. I was close to losing control, knowing that any moment I would feel my cock spasm as I unloaded. My mind swam, Dave's all-consuming pleasure making it difficult to concentrate on when Suzie might return. Fuck! If this was what being gay was all about, who cares about being straight!
At that moment I heard the toilet flush and I knew that meant we had to calm it down. I pushed back on Dave's head, hissing Suzie, Suzie!' but Dave seemed to be beyond caring. I stood up awkwardly, leaning heavily against the wall, but Dave was attached to me like a limpet. I was so close to coming but managed to open my eyes slightly. The mirror on the opposite wall depicted a scene that was deliciously dirty; me being sucked off my candlelight by my rowing buddy. I lost it, thrusting some more as Dave sucked and tugged me. Again, his fingers were disappearing up my arse, and again I pushed against them, taking the weight off my legs so I could sink onto his hand some more. I knew Suzie was about to pop her head round the door any second but still I thrusted, my hands running under his top down his back and across his chest. Please, please, please', I moaned, as Dave continued to work. My cock was being given 5* treatment and I got ever closer to coming.
I heard the lock snap on the toilet door and knew there were about 8 steps from there to the dining room but still I thrusted.
Coffee?' shouted Suzie from the kitchen' Yesss', was all I could manage in response. Dave?' she asked, and got a guttural u huh' in response since he hardly moved his cock from my mouth as he answered.
Dave took his fingers out of my bum, dipped them in the jug of cream that had been left over from dessert. He inserted his fingers back into me -- I am guessing at least 2, possibly 3 fingers right back up my bum. His fingers, now lubricated, moved further up my arse and he worked my bum hole like a pro. This was heaven; I am used to gaining all my pleasure from my bell-end, but this was a whole new experience; somehow deeper, more intense. He managed to hit a really sensitive spot and as he did so, I knew I would come. I shoved my napkin into my mouth and bit hard as I came, worried that Suzie would hear. I clenched hard with my sphincter on the fingers up my bum as my balls tightened. I could feel my cock jetting spunk as I convulsed again and again and again. Dave took it all, his eyes shut with concentration as he squeezed my cock, willing every last drop.
I had barely finished coming as I head the clinking of china as Suzie picked up the tray in the kitchen. I pulled up my tracksuit trousers, sat down sharply and pushed Dave back to his seat just as Suzie entered the room.
I wonder to this day if Suzie suspected anything; I am sure that the room must have stunk of sex, but she didn't say anything. She plunged the espresso and pored out 3 cups.
`Cream?' she asked innocently, looking at Dave.