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Waiting for Love: Chapter 14
The first thing Dave was aware of was the sound of birds singing. They sounded as happy as he felt. He opened his eyes and saw the sunlight st reaming through the trees and into the bedroom through the open window. He reached behind him - nothing! He flipped over; he was alone. Then he heard the shower stop; he hadn't been aware it was running. Moments later, Jack came waltzing into the bedroom wearing nothing but the towel over his head as he dried his hair. Damn, he's beautiful. `I have to have him!' was the thought that flashed through Dave's mind.
"Come here!" Dave commanded as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jack lowered the towel, walked over and stood in front of Dave thinking his lover was going to stand and kiss him good morning. Instead, when Jack got close enough, Dave grabbed his hips, drew Jack to him and swallowed Jacks meat in one gulp. Of course it was still soft, but that didn't matter. Dave still took it in his hungry throat. As Jack's cock grew in Dave's mouth and down his throat, Dave began to devour his lover. Soon he was using Jack's body to fuck his face. Jack was taken completely by surprise and was not mentally sharp enough to control his natural urges. He came very quickly. To keep his knees from buckling, he steadied himself by placing his hands on Dave's shoulders. It was over quickly. When Dave was satisfied he had all of Jack's juice he stood and kissed his friend/lover.
"That beats orange juice, any morning." Dave said as he broke their kiss. "Now I'm ready for the shower." And he turned to go to the bathroom.
"Not so fast!" Jack said trying to sound stern. He grabbed Dave and kissed him again, not sure that what he was tasting was perhaps his own cum. "OK, now go hit the shower."
After breakfast, Dave stripped the sheets from the bed, grabbed the towels and wash cloths, rolled them up and threw them in the back of the truck.
"Where're you going with those?" Jack asked.
"I'll take them home and wash them. Then, the next time you bring the family back you'll have clean sheets. I got the unused sheets off the other bed too. That would be kind of obvious, wouldn't it? Only one set of dirty sheets for two GUYS?"
"Great thinking?"
They continued working on small projects that could be completed quickly, like resetting some of the stepping stones leading from the parking area up to the cabin. After a late lunch Jack suggested they have another shower before heading back home. He really wanted to repay Dave for the post shower wake-up call he got earlier in the morning. He let Jack get into the shower first and then surprised him by sneaking in with him while Dave's back was turned. Jack grabbed Dave at the waist, spun him around, and pulled them together in a kiss as Jack's right hand slid over Dave's hardening prick. Dave just stood there and accepted his punishment. After he came, Dave placed his hands on the side of the shower, spread his legs and stuck his ass out. Jack knew exactly what was desired. He moved behind Dave and entered him from behind. They stood like that for a few moments, enjoying being coupled as one. Jack began thrusting and reached around Dave to find an already hard prick. As he thrust, Jack pulled. Surprisingly, although both men had cum twice that morning, they both achieved orgasm again. It must have been the urgency of knowing their weekend was soon ended and reality was just down the road.
By three o'clock, they were on the way home. They didn't say much, just looked at each other about every five minutes and smile, and chuckle or giggle, like a couple of teenage boys who just discovered sex.
"Harvey's for a beer Wednesday, after work?" Jack suggested as he got out of the truck.
"See ya there." Dave agreed.
The relationship between Dave and Jack solidified and became stronger. Their friendship strengthened; they were much more than sex partners. Saturday mornings were theirs to satisfy each other. About two months after their cabin adventure, Dave was having Sunday dinner with Jack, Beth and the boys. After dinner Jack needed to take the boys to the sporting goods store to get some new soccer equipment and Beth asked Dave if he would mind staying and help her with the dishes. That seemed to make good sense; after all, Beth did all the cooking. The least he could do was help with the dishes. As Beth washed and Dave dried, they made small talk. Then came a change in course.
"You know, Dave?" Beth started. "I want to thank you for being Jack's friend. He really loves you, you know? You've been good for him and for the boys too."
"Well thanks, Beth. Jack's good for me too. Our friendship goes way back to sixth grade. We've been through a lot together. And I couldn't love those boys more if they were mine."
"I've noticed you seem to have a calming effect on Jack. Ever since that weekend at that dreadful cabin, he's almost like a different person. The old tensions seems to be gone; he makes more time for the boys and we seem to get along much better." By now Dave was on high alert. Be careful about where this goes!
"We had a lot of fun fixing stuff. We were able to laugh a lot and get reacquainted with our teen selves, I guess." Dave chuckled (If she only knew!) "I'm glad he's more calm. It's good for his heart."
"I have a favor to ask." Beth stopped what she was doing and looked Dave in the eyes. Dave wasn't sure he was ready for this but it was too late now. He must have missed the signals because he didn't see this coming.
"Name it, Beth!"
"Would you be willing to spirit Jack away to the cabin about once every three or four months? If it helped him once, maybe it'll be good for him again. And, he needs a brake from the pressure of the stores."
Dave couldn't believe his ears. Surely he had died and gone to Heaven. It took him a few seconds to sort through his brains and find his voice.
"You know, Beth, you have a great idea. I've seen the tension building in him. He's been trying to expand the business and it is adding pressure. Do you think we should tell him about this plan or should it be just between you and me so he doesn't know we're doing it for his own good?"
"Oh, you devil, you! I kind of like the second part best. We'll just get our heads together and he won't have to worry about a thing." (Not on your life!)
Wednesday evening at Harvey's Dave told Jack everything. They shared a huge, long laugh about the possibilities and drank a toast to their friendship.
Of course, Dave and Beth got their heads together occasionally and plotted to send the two men to the cabin for some bonding on a weekend Dave and Jack had already agreed on.
One Saturday afternoon many months later, the sexually arrested-developed boys were again at the cabin. They had arrived earlier that morning and had already enjoyed bonding. They were stretched out on the sofa in their robes watching a football game on TV. Jack leaned against the sofa arm and Dave stretched out against him.
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"What does cum taste like?" What a rather strange question to ask right out of the blue. Dave lifted himself up on his elbow, turned and looked at Jack questioningly for a moment, "Don't tell me you never tasted your own cum?!"
"No." Jack answered matter-of-factly as though it never crossed his mine
Dave lay back down. "Don't know what you're missing. Actually it's kind of salty. A little sticky, maybe. Sometimes it's thicker than other times. Sometimes what you eat can give it a flavor. For instance, after you eat asparagus it tastes terrible. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yeah, thanks."
They lay quietly for over thirty minutes. Then...
"Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"When you were with Matts, were you always the bottom?"
"What is this, Hollywood Squares? No." Dave replied. Another strange question, but it deserves a straight answer. "Matts was basically a top but he also knew the pleasure of being a bottom. He wanted to make sure I knew what it was like as a top so he guided me through it."
"Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"What did you like about it?"
"The thing I like most is giving pleasure to the one I love. Of course, you know I had been with women but it's much different. As I recall, we shared a few ladies during our high school football days. I found being a top with a man was much more fulfilling. For one, a man seems to enjoy it more and lets you feel the appreciation. At least that's the way it was with Matts and me."
"How does it feel when I'm inside you?"
"Wonderful!" Dave said as he turned his head, looked in Jack's eyes kissed him lightly, and then turned back to the football game.
"No, what I meant was, can you describe what it feels like."
Dave thought for a few moments. `What's Jack getting at? I'll just have to go along and see what he has in mind. Besides, it's too nice being next to him to move.'
"That's pretty hard to do. I can only describe what I feel. I've never talked to anyone else about it so I don't have any basis of comparison. Sometimes, when you first enter me I experience some discomfort, not pain. Not always, anyway. But even the discomfort feels good because it's you doing it. Once you're in I can feel myself close over your head. After that I start to feel full as you slide deeper. Since there are no real nerve endings in the lining of my rectum, the sensations I feel are probably more emotional than physical. All I know for sure is, I love to feel you move inside me. That's the best answer I can give."
Jack was quiet for several minutes as he stroked Dave's hair. Then he spoke again.
"Would you do that for me, be the top?"
Dave pushed himself up on his right arm, turned and looked directly into Jack's eyes. The look of love passed between them.
"Jack." Dave said softly. "You don't have to do that for me; I don't need to be a top. I'm happy the way we are."
"I know. That's why I want to do it, because I don't have to. You said you've done it and liked it. I think I'd like the experience and want you to share the pleasure with me."
Dave settled back into Jack's arms and contemplated the last statement for several minutes before speaking again. He had never really thought about it. He never had a sense or indication that Jack was even remotely interested. However, if Jack wanted to try it, why not? At least he would then have a better understanding of what Dave felt and it might improve their coupling.
"Are you sure?"
"As sure as I love you!" Jack answered as he leaned forward and kissed Dave softly on the cheek.
"There's pain, you know."
"I expect there is. But you are slightly smaller than I am and you're able to take me."
"Thanks for the compliment. I thing I'm a little bit less than `slightly' smaller than you."
"How do we do it?" Jack asked as he continued stroking Dave hair.
"Remember our second time when you wanted to prepare me?"
"Uh Ha."
"Well, that's what I'll do with you. The big difference is, this will be your first time. I'll do my best to prepare you but it will hurt at first. Once I'm inside, I'll stop while your rectum adjusts and the pain subsides. After all, you're designed to work the other way; stuff is supposed to go out, not in. When the skin around your opening begins to stretch, it will feel like it is burning. That's probably all you need to know at the start. I'll explain the rest as we go." Dave thought the more Jack knew about what to expect, the less apprehension he would have.
"When would you like to do it?"
"Now."
Dave stood up, took hold of Jack's hand and pulled him up off the sofa. They kissed lovingly, no jaw crushing erotic kiss, and then Dave led Jack into the bedroom. They undressed slowly. Each was thinking about what was about to happen, a new adventure!
Dave got on the bed first and welcomed Jack into his arms. They laid there for 10 or 15 minutes kissing, caressing, enjoying being close. After all, they had sex earlier that morning. There was no hurry.
"I think I'm ready; can we start?"
"OK, when you are ready, there are at least three ways to get it done. One is the way I mounted you that first time. I can be on the bottom and you can lower yourself onto me. Two is with us lying on our sides with me behind. Then you back up to me. Both of those positions place you in control. Three is our normal position. You are on your back; I'm between your legs and enter you like that. There are variations of that but they can border on the kinky side. Oh, Yeah! I almost forgot. There is another way, doggie style. But the very idea turns me off. It's too animalistic. I can't imagine making love that way."
"I think I like the third way best. I like to watch you, see your face." Jack rolled onto his back and pulled his knees to his chest exposing his pucker.
"OK." Dave said and reached for the lube. He squeezed a drop of jell on his finger and began spreading it around Jack's pucker.
"Shit, that's cold!" Jack said as he jumped slightly. "Is there any way to warm that up?"
"Quiet! You wanted this!" Dave said sternly then smiled. Jack smiled back. Dave gently rubbed his slick finger over Jack's entrance.
"Ahh, ahh! That's different. It feels pretty good." Dave added some more jell and worked it around, trying to pack some into the hole before actually inserting his finger. Jack was getting a little fatigued holding his head up so he lowered it onto the pillow. Just as he was beginning to relax to the pleasant feeling he was experiencing, Dave slipped his finger in to Jack's opening.
"Aahhh!" Jack gasped as his head popped up from the pillow. He watched as Dave twisted his hand back and fourth, gently spreading the jell and stretching the sides of the hole. Dave decided it was time for Jack to learn about his prostate so he gently placed his finger on it and stroked it firmly.
"OH GOD!" Jack's head hit the pillow. "What was that?" he asked breathlessly.
"You ever hear of your prostate?"
"Yeah, but I don't know much about it."
"Well that's what I pressed. You really need to learn more about it because it is a great organ but it can give men lots of problems when they get older. You may remember, the first time you did this to me, I jumped like you did because you punched my prostate."
"Was that payback time?"
"No." Dave chuckled. "I just wanted you to be completely aware of it."
"Well, I am!"
"Is this any better?" This time Dave stroked Jack's prostate more gently.
"Oooooh, that feels good, like I'm going to cum."
Some time during this conversation Dave had slipped a second finger inside Jack without him even noticing it.
"How do you feel?" Dave asked. "I'm about to add another finger, OK?" That would be the third finger.
"I feel fine. Go ahead." Dave added more jell and gently slipped a third finger into Jack. His massaging seemed to be achieving the desired result. Jack's anus was becoming quite relaxed.
"I think we are ready. We can still stop if you want. How do you feel?" Dave asked.
"I'm ready; I have no intention of stopping. Proceed." Dave slicked up his 7-inch rod and placed the tip against Jack's relaxed pucker. As soon as Dave made contact Jack's hole clinched tight, just as Dave had expected. He looked up and saw Jack's eyes were closed, his jaw was clenched, and he was holding his legs behind his knees so tight that his knuckles were white. Dave backed away.
"Jack! Jack! Relax Buddy. We can't do this if you don't relax." Dave said soothingly.
Dave actually felt Jack relax and the anus looked much softer. What control the man had. Again he moved into position and began applying pressure with his hips. The skin began to part and form around the head of his cock. That's when Jack raised his head and tried to watch the entry.
"Look in the mirror, Jack." Jack turned his head and saw exactly what was happening. He could watch without holding his head up, a much more comfortable position.
Dave continued pressing forward. He heard Jack inhaling between his clinched teeth but he made no other sound.
"OK, Jack, push like you're taking a dump." When Jack did that, Dave's head just popped right in.
"AAAAAAh!" Jack's body tensed again. His breathing was short and rapid and his erection was nonexistent.
"I'm going to stay right where I am for a while." Dave knew Jack was exerting immense concentration to control the pain while not complaining. He had seen Jack injured several times when they played sports and he always played through it, never complaining. He would take it. After a few minutes Jack began to relax.
"I'm OK now, Dave. Continue please." Jack said after a few moments; he was clearly committed to this. Dave didn't say anything; he just slowly slid deeper into his lover while trying to minimize any pain. Jack's eyes remained closed the entire time Dave was probing for the depths. Soon, Dave felt Jack's pubic hair on his lower abdomen and he glanced down to confirm he was all the way in. Dave pushed forward and kissed Jack softly.
"I'm in, Babe. All the way." Dave said lovingly.
Jack opened his eyes and saw Dave looking back. He used his hands to pull Dave's face to his and kissed him firmly and passionately.
"You know what to do now, Babe. Do it!" Jack said with intensity.
Dave did know what to do. Without a word he began to withdraw and thrust slowly and rhythmically. As he increased the pace he began bringing Jack's prostate into the mix. Dave looked down and saw Jack and regained his erection. The excitement was rapidly elevating both men toward orgasm. It didn't take long to get there.
"I'm real close!" Jack gasped.
"Go for it!" Dave called out. Now was the time to let Jack experience what Matts had taught him. Dave bent over and took Jack into his mouth. Jack's len gth certainly made this much easier. Dave only needed to make a few strokes with his tongue.
"OH, DAVE, I...." was all Jack got out before he filled Dave's mouth with cum and he let go with that roaring scream. The taste of his lover's cum and the vice squeezing his manhood spurred him to join in a state of mutual sexual euphoria. It was all Dave needed and he began to empty his nuts into his buddy's gut. Dave was quick to regain his senses and placed his lips over Jack's. When Jack opened his lips for a passionate kiss his mouth was flooded with liquid. Dave watched Jack's eyes pop open in realization of what was flowing into him. Jack was not able to break the kiss and, as he felt what he knew to be his own cum trickle down his throat, he swallowed. Finally all his cum was gone and Dave released the kiss.
"How was it?" Dave asked with an impish grin.
"Shithead!" Jack shot back but with a broad smile. "Kiss me!" And they kissed. Jack knew he'd been had, in more ways than one. They didn't move for almost a half an hour. They kissed and caressed. When Dave's softened penis finally slid out of his lover, they both giggled.
"Well," Dave asked, "was it worth it?"
"I may not walk upright for a week but, YES, it was worth it. How did I get so lucky to get a lover as great as you?"
"It was meant to be." Dave said as they rolled on their sides and he spooned back into his best friend.
There were times then Jack and Dave took the boys with them. On those occasions, Dave slept on the sofa in the living room. At least he made it appear so. After the boys were asleep, the men managed to enjoy each other in the other bedroom. Dave would always move to the sofa after the lovemaking so he would be there in the morning when the boys awoke. Eventually, the boys got too mature and observant to risk discovery so their nocturnal adventures were curtailed. However, by then the boys were involved in so many activities they spent less time with the men at the cabin.
Over the next few years Jack's business expanded to 30 stores. The summer before Jim and Tim (formally Jimmy and Timmy, but now too mature for such childish names) were ready for seventh grade, Jack bought a new house in a more upscale part of town and the boys were enrolled in a private school. It was really tough on the boys, especially Tim. The move meant leaving his best friend Jim (formerly Jimmy) behind. The two friends visited a couple of times and talked on the telephone but with the passage of time and the pull of different activities, they drifted apart. The boys seemed destined to follow their father and `uncle' Dave in sports. Jim became the star quarterback in his junior season and Tim was his favorite receiver as a sophomore. They both ran track. Hardly a Saturday morning went by without one or both of their pictures appearing in the sports section of the paper.
Dave finished Junior College and was promoted into management. With a higher income, he could afford to finish college with a degree in management. The day came when a national home repair chain bought out the City Lumber Co. The new ownership was so impressed with Dave's education, accomplishments, and knowledge of the local construction industry they kept him on the payroll, trained him in the company operation and made him the manager of his old store. Unlike Jack, Dave stayed in his old house. He had dripped a lot of sweat fixing it up and had exactly what he wanted. The neighborhood was still desirable and he was as close to Jack, Beth and the boy's new home as he was to the old one.
Dave also enjoyed some financial success. He had remained in contact with Nels and had made some wise investments. Through Nels' skillful strategy, those investments paid off in spades. Dave was independently wealthy and didn't have to work. He kept his job because he liked it. There were over 50 employees working for him and he liked the challenge.
Both boys proved to be outstanding students. Jim graduated from high school and was recruited by several universities. After he left home, Tim seemed to be lost. They had no memory of ever having been separated, except for an over-night at a friend's house, a camping trip, or such. Certainly, nothing like this. Tim kept his grade up and he continued to excel at football. However, he was definitely bothered by Jim's absence.