Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 11:50:05 +0000 From: Stuart James Subject: David and Willy This is the tenth story about David and follows on directly from the last part. If you enjoy this story - or any others - remember that you can only read them if Nifty remains online. For that they need our cash. If we all give just a little, the site won't disappear and take our stories with them. I would welcome any comments. David and Willy David spent the morning in the office of the Chairman. His own office had been put to other uses in his absence and as he had no assistant, it made sense to use Sylvia's. Sylvia's desk was large and heavy and made of walnut. It was her own personal property and had belonged to an ancestor of hers who was a Prime Minister under Queen Victoria, although David had forgotten which one. Even if it had not been her personal desk, David would not have sat at it. It would not have felt right. Instead he worked at the meeting table in the corner near the door. Mark had brought him a pile of papers to read, and he spent the morning going through them. At 2.00pm he told Sylvia's assistant, Mary, that he was leaving to go to the hospital. He sat at Sylvia's side once again, holding her hand. "The board have made me deputy chairman and I have spent the morning reading papers. But I am not sure I can remember anything they said. If I am to live up to you, I am going to have to do better or I can imagine what sort of a hard time you will give me when you come back to us. I have got some papers in the car to work on at home. But I promised to come and see you, and you are more important than mere business. Now where had we got to? Oh yes in Paul's bed in Hamburg. I think I told you that the story I was telling seemed like it happened to someone else. That is especially true of what happened next." Paul and David went and bought large gold rings to replace the large steel ones in their cocks. When they got back to the apartment, Paul unzipped David's jeans and got his cock out. He dropped to his knees and removed the old ring. Paul's touch made David's cock stand to attention. Paul inserted the new ring and then took David's cock in his mouth. He did not suck it for long. He got up and rather than take his cock out, he removed his jeans and underwear. He too had an erection. David replaced Paul's ring before taking the cock in his mouth. Paul held David's head on his cock and David could feel the seed rising as he sucked Paul's cock and played with his balls. Paul broke away. "Drop your jeans, David, I want to fuck you." "Shall we go to the bedroom?" David asked. "No just drop your jeans and bend over the table. I need you now." David smiled. He liked to be needed. David preferred to fuck face to face, but he did what he was told and bent over the table pulling back his arse cheeks to expose his hole. Paul came up behind him and speared him in a single thrust. He set up a quick rhythm and soon shot his load in David. He withdrew his cock and smacked David on the bottom. "That was good. We had better clean up and get to the club." David wanted to climax himself but guessed that Paul wanted him to have the same sexual tension as the day before. So he followed Paul into the bathroom. They got to the club at about 5.00pm. David went for a second tanning session. When he returned to the clothes room Heine was there. He was dressed in leather again, but this time a leather shirt and leather jeans with knee high engineer boots. He handed David the chaps and jockstrap that he had been wearing the day before. "I wouldn't look too closely in the jock strap," Heine said. "I guess there are some remnants of me in it." He laughed. "I don't mind," David replied. "I always find it sexy to wear other guys clothes." David stripped and put on the studded jockstrap. He noticed that Heine was watching him carefully and playing with his own cock through the leather. David did up the chaps around his waist and closed the zips on the inside of the legs. He stood sideways and looked at himself in the mirror. He stroked his arse. He was still feeling randy - a fact that was obvious from the bulge in the jockstrap. "Put the boots on, and then look at your arse. You will be surprised." David took the black high heeled and very pointed cowboy boots from Heine. He sat on a chair and pulled them on. When he had zipped the chaps up over the boots he stood and looked at his arse in the mirror. The heels made him use the muscles in his backside and it looked definitely more bubble butt. Heine came up and joined David in feeling his arse. David didn't stop him even when he started fingering his hole. David could see in the mirror that Heine was unzipping his leather jeans and getting his cock out. "Paul does not think I should...you know...until after work. He says sexual tension is good for our performance." "Bollocks. He just does not like to think of us having fun. God knows the last time he had sex. Anyway mother hen is not here." Heine came up behind David and massaged his bare waist as he moved his cock to David's hole. David was in no mood to resist and moved his feet a little apart. Soon they were joined together. Heine put his arms around David and began to fuck him. David swayed himself backwards and forwards on his high heels. Heine moved his hand onto David's leather encased cock and massaged it. David soon shot his load in his pouch. He squeezed his buttocks as he came and the rhythmic pressure brought Heine to climax. "That was good. Just think what that felt like if you want to do a good performance tonight." They heard Paul's voice in the distance and both hurried to the boys rest room to clean up. David noticed Willy sitting at the same table he had the night before. He smiled at him and Willy beckoned him over. "I hope you don't mind me asking your boss for you to dress like that. It looks very sexy and it really suits you. And I think from the smile on your face you are enjoying it too." "I am not sure I shall be smiling by the end of the evening as I have been promised that these boots will make my legs ache. But I am glad you like it. And I do feel good in this get up and, I guess it is vanity, I like the way people look at me. Can I get you anything?" "Malt Whiskey please. The barman knows the one I like best. Perhaps you could then come and talk to me for a moment?" David smiled at him and went and got his drink. The club was not busy so he sat alongside Willy. Willy again questioned David about his past. He asked him where he came from and told David stories about his own trips to England and the things he liked about the country. Eventually David said he had to get back to work and he rose. Willy had a 50 Euro note which he pressed into David's hand. "You make a very old man feel a little more alive." David thanked him and smiled. As Heine had said, David soon found it irksome that so many customers wanted to put his tips between his arse cheeks. But he played along. After all money is money and he was earning big tips. On the second night in chaps Paul made David wear his costume back to the apartment and proceeded to fuck him while still dressed up. Paul was an athletic lover and the force with which he attacked David's body very often brought David to climax. But if he did not, then he had to use his own hand to finish himself off as Paul lost interest in sex after he had come. But David relished Paul's sexual appetite and the way he dominated his body every night when they got back from the club. And he thought he returned Paul's affection by being submissive to him. David had 2 days off a week which he spent exploring Hamburg and the surrounding area. Paul came with him whenever he could and showed him some of the sights. There was an ease about Paul and David wondered if he was falling for this guy. On workdays he continued to dress in leather and boots and Willy was a frequent visitor and generous tipper. They danced together sometimes although David did not feel very happy dancing with anyone with his exposed backside. After work it was back to the apartment and sex with Paul. Their mornings were often spent in the apartment, where Paul liked to read to David, usually in German, but sometimes in English. David loved hearing him read as he gave each of the characters in the stories a distinct personality which came out as he spoke their dialogue. He really was a good actor. Paul for his part loved having an appreciative audience. This went on for 3 months. One morning when David awoke, Paul was still in bed. This was unusual as Paul slept very little. As David opened his eyes Paul moved his body on top of David and began to kiss him. He explored David's body with his hands and his mouth and took great pleasure from chewing his nipples. They never spoke much during sex. Paul liked action and soon David had taken the signal to open his legs and Paul fucked him and, David thought, he fucked him with more power than ever before. His climax must have been monumental from the cry he made. This was another occasion where David did not shoot his load. When he had recovered Paul rolled onto his back and shut his eyes. David thought he might be asleep. David got up and went to the bathroom to bring himself off. As he was cleaning his cock Paul walked in. "It's been fun but I would like my apartment back. You need to move out. I have booked you a room at the Hotel Hamburg until you find somewhere else." He smiled at David through the mirror. "Move out?," David said. "I thought we were becoming an item." "Oh you are very decorative and a great fuck but I need my own space. It is time for us both to move on." "I have strong feelings for you. You can't be serious." The smile vanished from Paul's face. "It's finished. Get over it." David stood in the bathroom looking at himself. After a few minutes he heard the front door shut. He quickly got dressed and gathered up his few belongings and left the apartment for the last time. He went to the Hotel Hamburg. It was far too early to check in, so he went to the dining room and had breakfast. He did not eat much, as Paul's dismissal of him as a pretty face and a good fuck kept going through his mind. He did not really notice when someone came and sat opposite him. But when he looked up Willy was sitting there. "You look unhappy? Is there something wrong?" "No, nothing. I am surprised to see you here," David said. "I have been to the hospital for treatment and I come here to recover and have coffee and maybe a cake as a treat. But I still think that there is something wrong. Tell me. I probably can't change things but I can listen." "Ok. I have been living with one of the guys from the club for the past few months. It's the one who decides what we wear." "Paul?" "Yes that's him. I thought we were getting on very well and I had begun to wonder if he was the one for me. But this morning he just threw me out. Told me I was attractive and a good fuck but that was about it. We had sex this morning and all the time he knew he had booked me into this hotel. Guess I feel an idiot. I won't be going back to the club." "I think you probably feel used. In your place, I would. But he is right on one thing, you are attractive, and I don't mean just good looking. All the boys at the club are that in one way or another. You have an attractiveness that radiates from within you. That's why I like to see you. As to being a good fuck, I shall never know. Those days are behind me." David said "You are not that old." "No. But my body is failing me. I have a lot of cancers and am dying." Willy knew what would come next and raised his hand to stop David. "No please don't say anything. I am not telling you to get you to say something nice. I am telling you for my own selfish ends. If you no longer have a job, I have a business proposition for you, that would mean I could still see you and indeed see even more of you. I would like you come and live with me and be my companion in my last weeks. I have plenty of money and therefore have excellent people to nurse me. So you would not be expected to...well you can guess. But I have no family and I would rather my friends remembered me as I was and not as I am now. I don't mind dying. My life has been pretty miserable since my beloved Erich left me. But you could make my last days happier and ease my passing. And if you think I am playing on your sympathy then you are quite right. I will pay you whatever you ask, and I will not and do not expect you to do anything you don't want to. I really do want you as a companion - a very decorative companion - but not as a lover. Please say yes." David looked at the old man and automatically reached across the table and held Willy's hand. "Well I don't have a better offer right now," David said trying to lighten the mood, "and it would be nice to be appreciated." "Shall we say 250 Euros a day?" Willy asked. "Shall we say nothing. You will provide me with somewhere to live. That will be enough. And I don't want to discuss that further. Do I start today?" "If you want to." "I had better go and cancel my reservation." David went to reception and explained that he wanted to cancel the reservation in his name. "If you give me your credit card I will refund the money paid," the receptionist said. David noticed a collection box for sailors on the desk. "Give the money to them" he said, indicating the box, and walked away. After all it was not his money. "I think I deserve a treat," Willy said when David returned. "I shall have a cake. My doctors would not approve. Would you like one?" David declined and Willy ordered some more coffee for himself and chose a slice of a very cream laden gateaux. David's mood brightened as he watched Willy eat the cake with obvious relish and he forgot, for the moment, about Paul. The two sat and chatted. After about 40 minutes a man, dressed in what David thought must be a chauffeurs uniform, came up to the table. "Are you alright sir? I was expecting you some time ago." "I am fine. David this is my chauffeur and man servant Henri. Henri this is David. He is coming to live with me and help me for....." He let the sentence fade away. Henri looked at David suspiciously. He noticed that David was holding out his hand, and somewhat reluctantly he shook it. Willy drained his coffee cup and Henri helped him stand up. But the old man took a step over and took hold of David's arm to take him to the car. The car was nothing ostentatious, just a comfortable Mercedes saloon. It took about 45 minutes to drive to Willy's home which was situated in spacious grounds with a wall around it. The house was large and the grounds immaculate. David realised that Paul had been telling the truth when he said that Willy had plenty of money. David let Henri help Willy out of the car, but again Willy made it clear that he wanted David to help him up the steps to the front door. He guided him into the house and to a room that David supposed you might call a library and helped him into an old fashioned and upright leather chair by a large window that overlooked the gardens. "Press that button if you would and summon my housekeeper." At that moment a small grey haired lady came in. "Ah Frau Muller, this is David. I know you won't approve but I met him at one of those clubs you tell me I shouldn't go to. He has come to be with me as I would like someone young and attractive to be here.....rather than just your sour old face and that of your layabout husband." David was surprised as he had not thought that Willy could be so cruel or rude. So he was pleased when the lady smiled, and it was a warm smile born of great familiarity with her employer. "You are a difficult and cantankerous old fool Willy Braun. Chasing young boys at your age! You should be ashamed of yourself." "Now can you see why I wanted you here, David? Could you give David the room next to mine? And let's have a proper meal in the dining room tonight." Frau Muller turned her attention to David. "You are very welcome here, David. I will do everything I can to make your stay a pleasant one." They shook hands. David noticed that Henri had come into the room. He was not sure how long he had been there. "I can show David up to his room, if you wish Helena?" "That would be kind of you," Frau Muller said. David followed Henri back into the hall and up a grand flight of stairs. They went along a corridor and Henri opened a door and David went in. Henri followed him in and shut the door. Then he backed David against a wall with his arm against his throat. "I have worked for that man for 25 years and I don't know what your game is. But I will be watching you. At a time when people were less tolerant about gays I had to be a bit of muscle for the old man. Don't think I have forgotten how to protect him or how to rough up anyone who hurts him or tries to take advantage of him. Is that clear?" He let David go. "I will take that outburst as a sign of affection for Willy. I promise that I will not hurt him, nor am I after anything. I am here as I actually like him. But if you ever get heavy with me again, I will tell Willy. So let's try and get on. OK?" Henri left the room. David sat down on the bed rubbing his throat wondering if he had been right to accept this job. But he had and could not now back out without hurting Willy, which he had just promised he would not do. And he supposed he could understand that he might just look like a fortune hunter to those close to Willy. Willy seemed about ten years younger at dinner. He was dressed in a burgundy velvet jacket over a ruffed white shirt and bow tie. The dining table could easily seat 20. But Willy sat at one end and David next to him. The food was excellent although David noticed that Willy ate very little. He mainly played with his food and most of his plates went back nearly as full as they came. He told David about his business career; how he had met Erich; what he was like. Frau Muller came in with coffee. "You need to eat more." "I ate most of my dessert," Willy replied. "That will just make you fat." She then smiled at the old man and they both laughed. "Would you like me to ask Henri to take you up to bed?" "No. Tell him that he can do what he wants for the rest of the evening. I am going to drink my coffee and ask David to read to me. Maybe some Charles Dickens." "Don't let him stay up too long, David." Frau Muller left the room. David helped Willy back to the library and then went and got the coffee tray and poured them each a cup. "I am sure you would like a cognac. And I am feeling very naughty, so pour me a small one." David did what he was asked and then got a copy of 'David Copperfield', in English, from one of the shelves and began to read. After half an hour David thought Willy was beginning to close his eyes, so he stopped reading and closed the book. Willy opened his eyes wider and smiled. "This has been the happiest day I have spent for a long time. Thank you. Now will you help me to my bedroom?" There was a lift that they took to get to the next floor, and David gave the old man his arm and led him to his room. He helped Willy out of his clothes until he was just wearing his underwear and then helped him into a green quilted dressing gown. "I will be OK from here and there is a buzzer that I can call you if I need you." "Make sure you do," David said bending slightly towards Willy to emphasise the point. Willy reached up and took his head and kissed him on the cheek. "I hope you don't mind," Willy said. David gave him a beaming smile and kissed him back. Then he wished him a good night and went to his own room. He lay on his bed for a while thinking through the strange day. He finally got into bed and went to sleep at 10.30. He was awoken by a knocking on the door and Frau Muller coming in with a tray. "I have made you English tea and there is milk, or lemon if you prefer." She put the tray on the bedside table. "I am glad you have come here, David. He looks happier than I have seen him for a long time. Don't worry about Henri. He is very protective of the old man, and does not like you taking some of his jobs, like taking him up to bed. But he is seeing to him this morning, so at least he knows he is not being replaced. Breakfast in an hour?" "Thank you," David said. He poured himself some tea and read the newspaper that was on the tray. He got up and showered and went down to breakfast. When he entered the dining room he found Willy was already seated at the table. He got up when he saw David and gave him a kiss on the cheek when he went over to him. David became aware that Henri was standing behind the door. Willy could obviously see him as he said "Oh don't look like that Henri. You would not like it if I gave you a kiss in the morning, would you?" Frau Muller came in with a plate of eggs and bacon and much else besides. "A full English breakfast for our English guest," she said as she put the plate in front of David. "That is very kind of you," David replied. "But English people really don't eat this very often. So don't think me ungrateful, but please make this a once in a while treat or I will get fat." Frau Muller smiled. "I understand. But I hope you enjoy this treat." David decided he liked Frau Muller. There was something that reminded him of his own Mrs McTavish. He decided that it was probably her sheer commonsense. "I have to go to the hospital again this morning. You know how much I liked seeing you in leather in the club. Would you mind going and buying such an outfit while I am being seen to? I will of course pay. In fact Henri has one of my credit cards, he can come with you and do the necessary." David was not sure. "I really could not walk around here showing my backside. I would not be comfortable. But maybe something else?" Willy touched the back of David's hand. "I am sure you will make a good choice." Henri drove them into town and to the hospital. When they had settled Willy in the waiting room, Henri and David went back in the car. "Henri have you any idea where I might get what Willy wants?" Henri did not say anything. He obviously did not like or trust David. But he drove the car to a leather shop in the gay area of Hamburg. They went in together and Henri sat by the cash desk. David took his time choosing. In the end he selected a pair of tight black leather jeans and a tailored leather shirt that showed off his shape to good advantage. He put the shirt on over the white tee shirt he was wearing. He selected a wide studded leather belt for the trousers and finished off with a pair of black cowboy boots like the ones he had worn with the chaps. They were pointed with metal silver toe caps and high under slung heels. David asked the assistant to put his other clothes in a bag and he went to the cash desk. Henri gave him a wry smile. "Good choice. The old man will like that". He paid the bill and drove them back to the hospital. David went in alone and Willy was waiting for him. "You look really good," he said. "Let me take you for coffee and cake so that I can show you off and make everyone else very jealous. That is if it wouldn't embarrass you." "I think I shall feel a bit like a tart, but really I don't care what others think. Coffee and cake would be lovely." They went back to the Hamburg Hotel for coffee and a huge slice of Black Forrest Gateaux each. David found that he actually enjoyed the way people stared at them - and at him in particular - as they walked across the room to a table. They were both in high spirits and chatted and laughed while they had their refreshments. Then they drove home. From then on David wore the leather outfit most of the time, whether they were going into town, a walk around the gardens, or just sitting, with David reading to Willy. It pleased Willy and that fact pleased David. About a week after he arrived, Willy sent Henri to find him. David had been reading in his room as Willy had told him he had a private business meeting. When David entered the library, Willy beckoned him over. "I am sorry and I know you will think me most unfair, but my lawyers have had you investigated. My staff, and particularly Henri were concerned that you might be some sort of gold digger. Henri got the details of your passport from your room. I told him off as he should not have done that. But they have looked after me for so many years that I did not feel I could ignore them. My lawyer came to give me the results. We need not go into any details as we both know that you are genuine. And I promise you I really was in no doubt about that. I suppose I need not have told you. But I feel bad enough about allowing it to happen. So I thought it right to be honest with you. I hope you can forgive me." "What you did was very wise so I don't need to forgive you or Henri, who was only being protective. But I hope you have not told him or anyone else what your people found out." "No. I will tell them that all is well. That is sufficient. But why are you running away? What are you doing here?" "I am not sure I know any more. I was making two people I love very much unhappy. I wanted them both and they both wanted me to choose. I did not want to. I guess I was being very selfish. Running away seemed the best, or maybe just the simplest answer. I wonder if I have treated them as Paul has treated me? Perhaps I got what I deserved." "No. Paul is selfish. I could have told you that. I know his type. You are not. I imagine that losing your family so young made you grow up quite quickly. But I suspect that you lacked the maturity to handle complex relationships at such a comparatively young age. And if you are anything like I was at that age, I bet you let your hormones control you too much. Who knows, maybe running away might have been the best thing to do. I think you are now rather more mature and will handle things better in future." "You seem to understand me very well. Although I still, as you so delicately put it, let my hormones control too much of my life. Is that wrong?" "That is a question only you can answer. But you must know that at some point you have to go back and face these people and the problems between you." "I know. But not yet. Anyway I have you to look after." "Yes, but not for too much longer. The doctors think 3 or 4 months." David discovered that Willy must have had a streak of stubbornness in him. He actually lived nearly another 6 months, although for the last 3 he was practically housebound, and he spent most of the last 6 weeks in bed. But he maintained a smile on his face whenever David came to him. David did more and more for him. He washed him and fed him, and helped Henri get him out of bed to sit by the window when he felt he had the strength. Henri seemed to accept David more when he saw how Willy reacted to him. David was alone with Willy, reading to him while holding his hand, when Willy suddenly tightened his grip and made a groan. David looked at him and it was clear that he was dead. He kissed the old man on the forehead and closed his eyes. Then he pressed the buzzer for the housekeeper. Henri and her husband came with Frau Muller, and they sat around the bed saying their private farewells to a man they all loved. David had assumed that the funeral would be a small and solemn affair. But he was wrong. He was the only one totally in black, and his was black leather. The reception that Frau Muller arranged in the big house was full of people and very noisy. A stylish lady, probably in her 60's came up to David. "You must be David. I am sorry not to have met you before but Willy did not want any of us to see him decline. So we kept away. But we had a sort of a network that Frau Muller used to feed with the latest information. You made him very happy, and I can say on behalf of all his friends that we are very grateful." The next day, Willy's lawyer came to the house and asked to see him. He went to him in the library. He was very apprehensive as to what he might have to say. The lawyer, who was sitting in Willy's old chair got up to greet him. "Please sit down. Willy told me that you refused payment for being his companion. He therefore wanted to leave you something to say thank you. He would not tell me what it was, so it is not a formal part of his will." He handed David an envelope that had his name on it, in Willy's spidery writing. The lawyer stood up and shook David's hand and left the room. David looked at the envelope for a few moments before opening it and reading it. 'My dearest David, I will not try to find words to express what your companionship has meant to me. Any words would be inadequate. Sufficient to say that you have brought joy to my last months for which I am very grateful. You would, I think, have been insulted if I had given you money or even something intrinsically valuable. I am therefore giving you an executive jet for one journey anywhere in the world. There is a card with the firms details in the envelope. Just call them and tell them where you want to go. It is all paid for. Think carefully before you decide. England is not so far away, and it is your home. Your true friend, Willy' David found that his eyes were full of tears again and one dripped onto Sylvia's bed. He wiped his eyes and decided it was time to leave the unconscious lady. He kissed her cheek and then left and went home. He was washing his hands when Scott came into the bathroom. "Hello Scott. Is everything OK? You didn't come and see me last night." "I was just a bit tired," Scott said as he hurried back to his room. Over dinner, which Mrs McTavish liked them all to eat together, Scott was very quiet and seemed to pay little attention to what anyone else was saying. During a lull in the conversations he said "Excuse me but is there any particular rules in this house about me staying away for the night or maybe having friends over here?" It had obviously been an effort to ask the question and he looked quite flushed with embarrassment. "We always like to know where you are, but you can spend the night away, as long as it is not school the next day," the eminently practical Mrs McTavish said. "As for bringing people here, this is your home. So you can bring who you like. And if you want them to stay, then they can" Scott continued to look embarrassed and soon excused himself from the table. David found him in his room and went and sat next to him. "Would I be right in thinking that you have met someone, that you would like, shall we say, to get to know better?" Scott nodded. "Whoever he is, he is going to have to survive vetting by Mrs M. Why not bring him to dinner on Friday?" "You don't mind?" David shook his head and smiled at his friend. "I never thought that we were destined to be an item. I suspect friendship will suit us both better." "Alan - that's his name is a bit older than me. In fact he is 24. But we just sort of clicked. I met him at the airport when I was going out to Hong Kong. He was on the same flight. Although I fancied him, and I thought he fancied me, nothing happened as I did not think we would be able to have sex because of, well, you know what. I met him in town again the other day. It was quite a surprise. But we seem to get on and this time he told me that he wanted to go to bed with me. But I don't want to do anything that you might not approve of. You have been too kind to me for that." "I guess I must sound like an old man," David said "but the only way anyone grows up is to start living and making mistakes. But remember we are all here to help and support you. I look forward to meeting Alan on Friday. If you want him to stay, I will sleep in my old bedroom upstairs." Scott leant across and kissed David on the cheek.