Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2001 22:31:12 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: Waiting For Love 09

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real 
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic 
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such 
material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive 
solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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Waiting for Love: Chapter 9

Jack walked into Harvey's and received the usual welcome from Harvey, the 
owner, sometimes tended the bar. "Dave's in the back booth. I'll have Linda 
bring the drinks"

"Thanks, Harvey." Jack said as he proceeded to the back of the tavern. There 
in the last booth, almost isolated from the rest of the tavern, sat Dave, 
waiting. His head was bowed, his hands resting on top of his head. Dave 
looked up as Jack slid into the bench seat on the other side of the table. 
They sat looking at each other in silence. Almost immediately, Linda appeared 
with a mug of beer for each of them.

"Whose tab tonight? She asked.

"Mine!" both men answered simultaneously. Dave reached into his pocket, 
pulled out a quarter and flipped. 

"Tails!" Jack called. This had become their standard method of determining 
who treated when they couldn't remember who paid last time. `Damn! I'm so 
comfortable being with Dave; we communicate so well. Regardless of what 
happens here and now,' Jack thought, `I just have to keep Dave as my friend.'

"Heads!" Linda called when she looked the coin on the table. "Signal when you 
need more." and she left.

The two men sat staring into their beers then each took a small sip. It was 
as though they needed the beer to give them courage but they didn't want it 
to cloud their thinking.

"I..." / "I..." they both started talking at the same time.

"You first." Dave said softly, as though he didn't want anyone else to hear. 
In fact, he DIDN'T anyone else to hear.

"Only fare, I called this meeting." Jack replied. "Before we start, I want us 
to agree to one thing. That is, when we are finished with this talk we will 
still be friends. I want you to know I have no intention of turning my back 
on you. Whatever problems come up, I am committed to resolving them." As he 
said this he looked squarely into Dave's eyes, clearly sending the message 
that he was dead serious.

"Agreed." said Dave as his eyes teared a little. The mere thought of losing 
Jack was unthinkable and he was overjoyed to hear Jack commit to working 
things out to preserve their friendship.

"I've thought a lot about what you said last Saturday and I would like for 
you to tell me straight out, are you gay?" Jack was always an up front kind 
of guy. Full frontal assault. 

Dave looked him in the eyes and said, "Does it matter?"

"With anyone else, yes." Jack responded. "With you, no."

Instantly, Dave relaxed. It didn't matter to Jack. "Yes." He was about to 
begin explaining that he had only been with one man, well, maybe two if you 
count Nels. But knowing Jack as he did, he knew Jack already had an organized 
approach to this talk so he held back.

Jack lowered his head and stared into his beer. He seemed crushed. He had 
convinced himself it didn't matter but it did. Some. It only took a few 
moments for him to raise his head again. "OK, please tell me about it." Dave 
was sure he saw Jack's eyes tear up a little.

Dave began by telling Jack that since he was about 9 years old he remembered 
being interested in guys. He had a particular reason for not using the word 
`boys.' For years he denied, suppressed those feelings. Then he told about 
finding Matts. And how they loved each other. And about how he lost Matts, 
and he began to sob quietly, tears running down his cheek. He said they 
treasured each other sexually but he obviously left out the details.

"I decided sex without love is empty. So I have gone without. Except, of 
course, for the usual solo method." He looked up at Jack and they both 
laughed. "I owe you a deep apology. I violated my cardinal rule. The love and 
respect I have for you demanded that I never make a move on you. I feared it 
would destroy our friendship and I knew I couldn't handle losing you after 
losing Matts. Now I have tried to hit on you. It was unintentional, I assure 
you. And I ask you to forgive me. I won't do it again. I promise."

Jack slowly extended his right hand across the table and placed it on Dave's 
left wrist. "Apology accepted; nothing to forgive." Jack said quietly. Dave 
was so happy he almost broke down but was able to control his emotions. "You 
are the same guy I have always known. I still love you. You are what you 
are." Jack said. "God, isn't that a line from a play?"

"You guys ready for a refill?" Linda asked as Jack jerked his hand away from 
Dave's wrist and placed it under the table.

"Another round would be nice, Linda. Thanks." Jack replied. Linda took the 
empty mugs.

"Yeah." Dave laughed. "I didn't know you were interested in such stuff."

They sat smiling at each other until Linda brought the fresh mugs of beer.

"Whatever." Jack responded. "There is another issue I have to clear up. The 
boys! I've trusted them in your care. They love you a lot. Is there any 
reason for me to be concerned?"

Dave resisted the urge to be insulted or indignant. He had already 
anticipated Jack's concern in that direction. "I'm gay, Jack. I'm not a 
pedophile. I'm not sexually attracted to children. The whole idea makes me 
sick. I love those boys and would walk through fire to protect them. You have 
to believe me."

"I do. The Dave I know is too good a person to harm my kids. I knew that; 
forgive me for asking."

It was time for Dave to repay, "Nothing to forgive." This time Dave extended 
his right hand and placed it on Jack's left wrist for emphasis and they 
smiled at each other again. Then Dave slowly withdrew his hand so he wouldn't 
get caught like Jack did. "If I may be so bold, where does that leave us? I'm 
the `queer' one here so the decision has to be yours. Must I stop seeing the 
boys? Do we terminate our Saturday morning runs? What say you?"

"Oh, Dave. I'd like to continue the way we have been. I don't see any reason 
to change, do you?"

"Yes, let's continue. You've made my day. No, my whole life. I'm so happy." 
Dave exclaimed quietly as he lifted his beer. "To us." 

"To us, yes." Jack said raising his mug in the toast.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Dave sensed their talk had come to a 
positive conclusion and he wanted to change the subject to a lighter vein.

"Not really."

"I remember it well. It was the first day of middle school. (How could I 
forget you?! I got a boner the first time I laid eyes on you.) My mother and 
I had just moved to town and I didn't know a soul. At lunchtime the boys 
organized a softball game. You were the captain of one team and you picked me 
as the first guy on your squad, I almost died on the spot. I want you to know 
that really helped me get started in the right direction with all the other 
guys. (The direction I really wanted to go was straight to you.) I'll always 
owe you for that. Do you remember why you did that?"

"Well, now that you mention it, yes. I remember. First, I picked you because 
you were so skinny and looked so sad, so pathetic I couldn't let the other 
team have you. Second, you just looked like someone I would like to know. 
Third, if I picked you first all the other guys on both teams would want to 
know you too. I guess I liked you from the start."

"Perhaps out friendship was meant to be. I sure like the way it has turned 
out." Dave added.


*******


True to Dave and Jack' understanding, their routine didn't change. The 
subject of Jack and Beth's marital problems seemed to be a dead issue. Dave 
continued sitting with Jimmy and Timmy and thoroughly enjoyed watching them 
grow. 

About a month and a half after their Summit Meeting at Harvey's, Dave and 
Jack were out for their usual Saturday morning run. They talked and laughed 
the entire time they were running and it helped the time pass. Sitting on the 
back porch drinking a beer, Dave noticed Jack was more quiet than normal. 

"OK, Buddy. What's eating you?"

"Oh, nothing."

"You surely don't expect me to believe that. I've known you too long. You 
know you have to tell me."

"I can't." Jack replied. He saw the look on Dave's face that said `Just who 
do you think you are shit'n? I don't believe that for a minute.' "I don't 
know how."

"What do you mean? Just say it. We have an agreement. There's nothing you 
can't ask me. Right?"

Jack took a swig of beer as if getting a drink of courage. "A couple of 
months ago you offered to help me out." This time he swallowed a lot of beer. 
"Is that offer still on the table?"

Dave was stunned. He didn't really know how to react. He thought this issue 
had been settled. "Of course!" he heard himself saying. It must have been his 
heart talking instead of his brain. He knew this issue was loaded with danger.

They just stood looking at each other like they were glued to floor. "Help 
me. I don't know what to do now." Jack pleaded. He was obviously nervous as 
Hell. 

Dave noticed Jack's voice trembled when he spoke. Dave walked over to where 
Jack was standing, removed the beer can from his hand and sat the half-empty 
cans on a side table. Without speaking one word, Dave took Jack by the hand 
and led him into the house, down the hall. When they got to Dave's bedroom he 
left the door open. He wanted Jack not to feel trapped. He took Jack into his 
arms. At first Jack just stood there, his arms kind of sticking out from his 
body not knowing what they were supposed to do. As the warmth of Dave's body 
began to envelop him, his arms followed their natural instinct and slowly 
wrapped around Dave.

"Oh, Dave. I don't know what to do! But it feels good to hold you." Jack said 
with a pleading sadness in his voice.

"Why don't you leave that to me? Just relax. If at any time you decide you 
want to stop, just say so. We are not going to do any thing you don't want to 
do. Understood?"

"Y- yes."

"I love you, Jack. The last thing I want to do is damage that love."

"Yes. I- I understand."

"Give me your shirt and take your shoes off." Dave almost ordered in a soft 
voice. Jack might be unsure of himself but Dave was going to counter that 
with total self-confidence and quiet control. Jack pulled his T-shirt over 
his head and handed it to Dave. Then he kicked his shoes off. "OK, sit down 
on the edge of the bed and lay back." Dave said. Jack sat down and lay back 
with his elbows under him. "Lift your hips so I can remove your shorts." Dave 
instructed as he slid his fingers under the elastic band of Jack's running 
shorts. He felt Jack's body stiffen and their eyes met. "Easy, Jack, just 
relax." Jack lifted his hips and Dave slid his shorts and jock strap down 
over his knees and off his feet. 

The rush of cool air over Jack's genitals was both surprising and 
stimulating. It just felt good to hang free in the air. That stimulation was 
also causing Jack to harden rather rapidly. Also causing him to harden was 
the suspenseful anticipation of what Dave was going to do.

Dave removed his shirt but left his shorts on. He had already decided he was 
only going to give Jack a hand-job. When young boys start out experimenting 
that seems to be the starting place. Also, Dave thought if he stayed dressed, 
Jack might not feel so threatened. He was right.

Dave sat next to Jack, on his right side. In this position, Dave could reach 
across with his right hand and get more natural feel. He placed his left hand 
in the middle of Jack's chest to add another point of stimulating contact and 
said, "I want you to enjoy this." With that, he wrapped his right hand around 
Jacks almost hard cock. It was huge. Dave had no idea dicks could get that 
big. It was at least 10 inches long and almost 2 inches across. He began to un
derstand what Beth had been complaining about. As he began to slowly stroke 
Jack's organ with his right hand, his left hand was wandering all over 
Jack's abdomen and chest. He noticed Jack's eyes were closed. Either he was 
enjoying this or he didn't want to watch. When Dave's thumb rubbed over 
Jack's right nipple, he jumped, gasped, and a short, crisp "Ah" escaped from 
his mouth. His eyelids sprung open and he looked down to see what Dave was 
doing on his chest. At the same time Dave stroked his nipple again, rather 
firmly. 

"Ooooh." Jack groaned as his elbows slid out from under him and he collapsed 
onto the sheet. Dave knew all doubt had evaporated. Jack was now his. Dave 
released Jacks massive weapon and moved down to fondle his balls. The groans 
coming from Jack's throat clearly signaled the pleasure he was experiencing. 
Jack's nut sac was starting to draw closed to his body, a clear signal he was 
about to blow. Dave moved his right hand back to Jack's cock and began 
serious stroking while his left hand gave Jack's left nipple a firm 
work-over. 

Jack's orgasm struck quickly and forcefully. Dave felt Jack's cock pulse and 
watched a large ribbon of cum launch about three feet into the air and land 
on his left forearm that he was using to reach Jack's nipple. The next volley 
splattered high on Jacks abdomen. Each succeeding shot had less force. When 
it was finally over, Dave sat there with a limp cock in his hand and cum 
dripping down his arm. Quickly, before Jack could see, he brought his forearm 
to his mouth and licked Jack's cum away.

Finally, Jack's breathing returned to near normal. He opened his eyes and 
looked straight at the ceiling for a few moments. Then his gaze found Dave's 
smile and he smiled back. "Awesome!" Jack exclaimed."

"Let me clean this up." Dave said as he grabbed his own T-shirt and began 
wiping Jack's cum from his body. Jack just lay there letting Dave remove his 
cum. Dave really wanted to lick it up but decided that just might gross Jack 
out. Not yet, anyway. "You'd better hop in the shower and rinse off real 
quick, you smell like cum. There's a towel for you in there."

"OK." Jack replied and, without thinking, was in standing under the shower.

Dave heard the water stop and thought Jack hadn't been in there very long. 
When Jack didn't come out, he went in the bathroom to check. Dave had rebuilt 
his shower as a big walk-in style without need for doors or curtains, a 
benefit of working at a lumberyard. He found Jack standing dripping wet. His 
right arm as up against the wall, his forehead leaning against his forearm 
and his left hand on his waist with his elbow sticking out. 

"Are you all right?" Dave asked. 

"Yes!" Jack shot back, followed by, "No!" followed a moment later by, "I 
don't know!"

"What's wrong?" 

"I'm pissed!" Jack said rather indignantly.

"What? At me?"

"Noooo." Jack turned to look at Dave and said with a wry smile on his face 
that seemed to say, `How could I be pissed at you after what you just did for 
me?' "At myself!"

"Here," Dave said as he handed Jack the towel, "Dry yourself off and cover 
that hot bod before I lose all my self control."

Dave left the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jack emerged for 
the bathroom wearing the sweaty shorts and T-shirt Dave had taken in the 
bathroom for him to wear. Jack didn't have a change of clothes so there was 
no choice. He did not put the jock strap back on.

"Sit!" Dave commanded as he pointed to the only chair in his bedroom. "Why 
are you pissed at yourself?"

When Jack was uncomfortably seated, he provided the answer that was demanded. 
"I used you, took advantage of you for my own selfish, sexual needs. That's 
wrong."

"HA!" Dave almost shouted. "So that's it? Shit, Jack, If you used me, I also 
used you." Dave was talking kind of loud. "Shit! If that's the case, we used 
each other. So we're even. The truth is, you needed help so you sought that 
help from a friend. And that friend got to do something he had only dreamed 
of doing. Now, get your ass out of here before Beth and the boys send the 
cops to find out what happened to you. AND, meet me at Harvey's Wednesday 
after work. This time I'm calling the meeting, so I start the talk."

"YES SIR!" Jack replied.