Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 14:04:46 +0000 From: Stuart James Subject: Dean and David (Introduction. I invented the character 'David' some years ago while on holiday in Portugal. I love taking long long walks on the beach, and over the holiday I mapped out the first 30 or so years of his life, starting when his parents were killed in a car crash when he was 8. I never wrote any of the episodes down. Recently I came up with another episode - the story of David and Dean - which I decided to bash into my computer. I might try to write up some other episodes, so I should be grateful for any feedback in case you all think I am wasting my (and your) time. My characters do not use condoms and they do a number of unsafe things - which we all know is pretty stupid! Forgive me for this but I find condoms spoil the narrative. In my fantasy world, HIV/AIDS does not exist. But in the real world it does so please play safe). David was 16 years old when he told people at his school that he was gay. After all, as we all know, everyone is tolerant now. Most people were, and did not care, and some seemed to respect David more, perhaps because of his openness. But one group, that David thought of as the 'football boneheads' tried to make his life difficult. None was worse than Dean - the school football team captain - who would jostle him and make snide remarks under his breath when their paths crossed. Mostly David ignored Dean and his cronies, although occasionally he would shove back. David was not afraid of Dean - or indeed of anyone else. He was a fit young man, well muscled as a result of running, which was one of his favourite pastimes. In a fair fight he felt that if he could hold his own and if not, he could lose without disgrace. That had nearly happened that morning when David had pushed Dean hard against a corridor wall after being called a 'cocksucker' in a voice loud enough for all to hear. Dean's eyes flashed at the insult of the football captain being shoved aside. As the football captain he was top dog. But before Dean could raise his fists a teacher made his presence known. But the top dog had, at least, to have the last word. "I'm going to get you, cock sucker". That earned Dean a detention, but he felt his honour had been satisfied. The next afternoon, after the school day had finished, David was clearing weeds from the area behind the gym building. (That was his punishment for shoving Dean). About 50 metres away he could see Dean coming towards him with three other football team players that seemed to hang around Dean, like a boy band fan club. They were all big lads, and David, while not exactly scared, did not like what seemed to be in prospect. As they got to within 10 metres Dean said "OK gay boy we are here to give you a real mans cock to suck on". Dean fondled his denim covered crotch as he spoke. "Oh, if it isn't Dean and the 3 stooges. Don't think I will bother as I forgot to bring my magnifying glass", David replied. The mere suggestion that Dean carried anything that was not totally magnificent between his legs had the desired effect. He rushed towards David alone, whereas the sensible thing - and probably what he had intended - was to use all 4 peoples muscle to speedily subdue David. David reacted quickly. He stepped to one side and forced Dean's arm behind his back and pulled tight. Dean grimaced in pain. "Tell the three stooges to go away or I will pull your arm up higher which will certainly break your arm and maybe dislocate your shoulder". David said this in a measured tone with his mouth near Dean's right ear. David had never really paid much attention to Dean before. Not looking at his tormentor had always seemed the best strategy. But this close, he noticed Deans short light brown, almost blond, hair. He noticed the fact that he had quite a strong beard for a teenager. And he noticed his smell that later he could only think of as man scent. Dean tried half heartedly to free himself, which caused him to yelp in more pain. The three stooges decided - without being told - to go. They left at a trot when David yelled at them to run. When Dean's fan club was out of sight, David let go of Dean's arm and spun him round to face him. Dean glowered as he rubbed his shoulder and his arm, but clearly was not going to fight further - today at least. "Can I make a suggestion", David said "Don't think of putting your cock in someone's mouth unless they want it to suck it. Sharp teeth could cause your little chap a lot of damage, or worse still it might be bitten off". "My 'little chap' is bigger than most and a lot bigger than yours. A fucking little cock sucker like you should be grateful for the chance to get your mouth round it. Thought you would get all excited". "From the look of the tent in your jeans, it looks like you are the one getting excited", David replied. Dean actually looked down to his crotch and went red before saying "Fucking poofter", and running off. David did not see Dean in the next few days, for which he was grateful. He was therefore surprised when he opened the front door the following Sunday morning to see Dean standing there. Dean held his hands, palms open alongside his shoulders. "Look mate, I am not here to cause trouble, I just want to talk to you". "Well I suppose 'mate' is an improvement on 'poofter' and 'cock sucker'", David replied and immediately wished he hadn't when a pained look spread across Dean's face. "Sorry", David said "that was crass of me". He held out his hand and Dean took it and shook it. David noticed the strong grip and the fact that Dean's hands were quite a bit larger than his own. "Let's go into the garden". David led Dean around the house and to a paved area surrounded by lawns on which there was a table and some chairs. After a few moments silence, Dean looked around and, to break the silence, said "This is some house. Your parents must be rich". "My parents were both killed when I was eight. I live here with my guardian and our housekeeper, who lives in that annex over there", David said pointing to what is most similar houses would be called a 'Granny Flat'. David knew what Dean would say next. He had heard it so often before. He held up his left hand to stop Dean. "Don't say how terrible it must be for me. I have a very happy life and I am very lucky. I don't want or need sympathy". It was Deans turn to say sorry and he looked down at his feet. After a few moments of silence David said "I guess you came here for a purpose and not just to case the joint". It became David's turn to apologise. Dean looked David in the eye and said "Did you tell anyone about my emmm, the other day emmm...." "Stiffy?" David said, trying to help. Dean nodded. "No I did not. At the risk of having to apologise yet again, it is not my way to belittle other people or cause them embarrassment or pain. That has been done to me too often to enjoy doing it to others". He paused for a moment and then added "I should not have suggested that you had a small cock the other day, but I had to get you off guard or I think I would have been toast against four of you". David looked directly into Dean's eyes and they both laughed. "And in any case from what I saw trying to escape your jeans, I was clearly wrong". They both laughed again. "Look", Dean said when the laughter stopped "you were right. I was excited by the thought of you sucking my cock. But I am not a poo...I am not gay". For good measure he added emphatically "I am not!" David remained quiet for a few moments. "Well I don't know what you are. But you were sexually aroused. I could see it in your eyes as much as in your jeans". "But I don't want to suck some guys cock and I certainly don't want some guys cock up my arse. I am football captain. I can't be gay. It's not possible". David remained silent again for a moment. "I think you have some funny ideas as to what being gay is. It does not mean you have to dress in pink and mince around. Although if that is what someone likes, then good for them is what I say! Being 'gay' comes in many flavours and colours. I guess some are more obvious than others which make some narrow minded people think that there is only one type. Man is a hunter and if you get two men together, it can be really explosive. After all men are better built for some rough play and I find that a man knows exactly how to turn me on and delight my body. And some guys - who are definitely gay - like to be the one to have their cock sucked and who like to fuck another guy. Some like to suck and be fucked, and some like both. And then there is every variation in between and a million fetishes as well, that I think might shock a tender soul like yours. But I have read that most people - straight or gay -have some sort of fetish to a greater or lesser degree". "Fetishes?" Dean said looking at David with wide eyes. "Well there are fairly common ones like leather or rubber or boots or tattoos or muscles. There are even some turned on by football gear!" "Which do you like?" Dean asked. "Let's not go there just now". David noticed that Dean had put his hands in front of his crotch. "Having problems again?" Dean went red "Yes". After a few moments he said "would you suck my cock and maybe let me fuck you. I will be honest. I have thought of little else since last week, and I have to .... well....know". "Dean you are an attractive guy and I like to suck cock, and with the right guy I enjoy being fucked. But sex is more than just a means to allow you to release your spunk". Dean looked at his feet again. "Answer me this question honestly. I promise I will not tell anyone else. Have you ever been to bed with someone else?" Dean went red again and almost whispered "No" as he shook his head. "I am not trying to make you feel small, I promise. Have you ever properly kissed someone?" Again, Dean shook his head and then realising what David might have meant looked up and said "I couldn't kiss a bloke!" "Why not? I can't imagine sex without lots of kissing". David got up and walked over to Dean's chair. Slowly he moved his mouth towards Deans. Dean did not move away. Their lips met. David used his tongue to pry open Dean's lips. Dean's mouth yielded and their tongues met in no man's land in the middle. Conscious of the fact that Dean might not like having his mouth invaded, David coaxed Dean's tongue into his own mouth, and their kiss became more and more passionate. David broke the kiss. "Was that too horrible?" Dean shook his head. David went and sat down again. "Ok, if you are sure you want this, then this is what we can do. Come round here next Tuesday evening. No one else will be here and we will see how things go. No commitments on either side and either can call a halt at any time. Agreed?" "Will you let me fuck you?" "I don't know, let's just see what happens. Hope you don't think this is patronising, but make sure you have a bath or a shower before you come. Try and use a neutral soap and don't put on any deodorant or other smells. I want to smell you as you are. When I got close to you the other day I found your masculine smell very sexy. And don't shave for a day or two. I like hairy men. Oh and try not to wank between then and now. You will enjoy it more that way, I promise". Dean brightened to the word 'masculine' just as David had thought he would. "Why does my smell matter?" David grinned as he replied "I have a lot to teach you. Sex is about using all your senses - smell included. Let's just hope that you enjoy being taught and I enjoy teaching you. I would hate for either of us to regret this". "Should I bring my football kit" Dean said with a perfectly straight face. Then they both laughed. "Maybe next time. Now fuck off". David saw Dean at school on both the Monday and Tuesday. But Dean did not look at him. David wondered if he had had second thoughts. But at just after 7.00 pm the doorbell rang and David found Dean standing outside. He led him into the hall and shut the door. He then leant his back against the door. Dean turned, and guessing what David wanted - or expected? - moved to him and started a long deep kiss. David felt the power of the man as Dean pushed his body into David's and their two very solid cocks fought each other. David made a snorting noise and Dean quickly backed off. "Sorry did I hurt you? I got a bit carried away and forgot my own strength". "No you did not hurt me", David said as he smiled. "You just did not let me up for air". For re- assurance he added "I have told you I like the fact that you are strong and I am sure you think that the football captain should take charge. Let's go to bed". David took hold of Dean's large hand and led him to his bedroom. David's 'bedroom' was more a small suite of rooms with a sitting room containing the usual laptop, TV, stereo, desk and books. The two walked through that room and into the actual bedroom which contained a large queen sized bed with a bathroom leading off. David turned to look at Dean who moved to kiss him again. David stopped him. "For a start I am going to strip you. I want to examine your beautiful body". David looked into Deans blue-green eyes. He rubbed his hand over Dean's chin to feel the short but strong stubble. He nodded his appreciation as he gently kissed the bottom of his square chin and moved down and licked his prominent Adam's apple. David unzipped Dean's burgundy nylon bomber jacket and Dean let him remove it. Underneath he was wearing a plain white tee-shirt that was tight enough to highlight is broad chest. David ran his hands over the chest making sure he just brushed his large nipples. He felt his arm muscles which Dean obligingly flexed for him. Then David pulled the bottom of the tee-shirt from inside Dean's blue jeans and pulled the shirt off over Dean's head. David gasped slightly. The chest was quite beautiful. It was well formed with large nipples and had brown hair across the top of his chest, almost up to his throat and down the middle of his chest before disappearing into his jeans. David rubbed his hands over Dean's skin and moved his lips to Dean's right nipple, and breathed in Dean's wonderful smell again. Dean moaned softly as David teased one nipple and then the other. After a few moments, David broke away and murmured "quite beautiful, quite beautiful". Keeping his eyes locked on Dean, he moved his hands to undo the black leather belt around the waist of Deans Jeans. Then he undid the zip fly and the button at the waist. He moved Dean to sit on the bed and he knelt on the floor to remove his white trainers and socks. He lifted Dean's right foot to his mouth and caressed Dean's toes in his mouth. Dean moved his hand towards his crotch but David took hold of his hand to stop him. David got up and pulled Dean's jeans off his legs. He then stood Dean in front of him while he positioned himself on the bed. Dean was wearing white boxer shorts and David could see his large package and throbbing erection. He slowly moved his hands to Dean's side and just as slowly pulled the briefs down. The waistband pulled Deans cock to point towards the floor, but as the fabric came clear, Deans cock sprang up to point almost vertically at the ceiling. Dean's uncut cock was large and fat with a monstrous helmet that was throbbing in time with Dean's pulse. David took the cock in his hand and said "hello little man" before taking the meat into his mouth and sucking it lustily and massaging it with his tongue. David removed his own shirt and jeans between slurps of Dean's magnificent cock. Dean was groaning loudly and gyrating his cock in David's mouth. Deans breathing rate increased and he pushed David down so that he lay on the bed and Dean straddled him - all the time without removing his cock from the hungry mouth. He began thrusting deeper and deeper into David's mouth, first hitting the back of his throat and then penetrating further. The rate and power of this big man's thrusts increased still further and David knew it would not be long. Dean let out an almost animal cry as his body stiffened and he shot his load into David's mouth who swallowed it greedily. As the spasms subsided, Dean rolled off David and lay on his back on the bed, with his eyes shut, and panting heavily. David who was still wearing his underpants, rolled over onto his elbow and looking at this bear of a man said "you could have let me get my clothes off!" Dean opened his eyes and remembered what had happened. "Oh Christ, I am sorry. It just felt so wonderful. I just had an overwhelming need to get release. I have never come like that before. It was awesome. But I wasn't very considerate. Do you want me to suck your cock?" "You can if you want to, but I really don't think that that is your thing. Well not yet anyway". Dean looked relieved. "Did you swallow my spunk?" Dean looked - maybe - a little shocked. "Yes and you taste as good as you smell. I told you use all your senses. And spunk is full of protein. If you give me enough of it, you might make me big and strong like you". Dean pushed David onto his back and properly looked at his body for perhaps the first time. David's body was well formed but not as muscular as Dean's. David was a runner rather than a footballer. "I like you as you are" Dean said while rubbing his large hands over David's chest. "What do you want to do now?" "I thought we would relax here for a while and let you get your breath back. I hope the football captain can score more than once a night". Dean smiled and moved to kiss David, although this time more gently. "And maybe", David said "you could try fucking me?" For an answer Dean kissed David again. Realising that David was still in his underpants, Dean moved to remove them and said "Let's see what your little man is like". Dean pulled off David's underwear and stopped and stared at his crotch. David was not in Dean's league for length or girth, but still had a cock to be proud of. What stopped Dean was the fact that all David's pubic hair had been carefully shaved off. And pierced through the end of David's cock was a large gold ring. Dean looked from the crotch to David's face and back again. "Which shocks you more - the shaving or the ring?" David did not wait for an answer. "Personally, I think a shaved crotch shows off the cock and balls better. After all you would not just let the hair on your head grow wild. And the ring was a present from the first guy I went with. He had one and gave me his old one when he wanted a thicker ring through his cock head. Sort of recycling. Very environmentally conscious us cock suckers". Dean took the ring between his first and second fingers and played with it. David's cock, which had been getting softer, sprang back to attention. "I am not shocked so much as surprised. Do you think that I should shave my crotch?" "Well that's up to you. I could do it for you. It is much easier than doing it yourself. But we probably should wait for another day when you are not thinking solely with your balls". They both laughed. "Did it hurt having your cock pierced?" "Oh you know, just a little prick". It took a second or so for Dean to get the joke. They both laughed and Dean lay down beside David with his hand still playing with David's cock. "I think I would like you shave me now. It would make this day even more special. And I would like you to do it". He pulled the ring and added "And one day I shall have one of those as well". "If you are sure you want to lose all that hair. But what about when you are in the bath after a football match?" "Firstly we shower after a match. It would be pretty gross to all bathe together in each other's filth". David pulled an expression to indicate that he was not entirely sure that that was true. Dean laughed and slowly shook his head. "And secondly, no member of the team is going to admit looking at my crotch. Although of course everyone does look! Now, I am team captain and you have to play the way I tell you". David stood up and pulled a mock salute. "Aye aye captain". David went into the bathroom and returned with a towel, rechargeable electric hair clippers and a bag of disposable razors. He got Dean to lie on the large towel, and began work with the clippers. He stared shaving a straight line from where one leg met his crotch and across to the other leg. After all he remembered the beautiful swirl of hair from his chest to his crotch and did not want to spoil the effect. Work with the clippers took a few minutes and then he took the top off a razor. David worked carefully, getting a new razor frequently. Dean lay on the bed with his hands behind his head (which showed off his gorgeous arm and chest muscles) with his eyes shut and a grin on his face. David must have nicked him once with the razor as a spot of blood appeared. David bent down and licked it off. Having that mouth so near his cock caused Dean's cock to spring to attention. "I have finished. Are you ready for the second half?" Dean got up and looked at his newly shaved crotch in the mirror while David rolled up the towel that contained Dean's pubes. Dean turned, holding his stiff cock in the palm of his hand and said. "Yes, I am ready". He pushed David onto his back on the bed and straddled him looking down into his face. He kissed David passionately and they greedily enjoyed each other's mouths. Then Dean broke the embrace and looked down on David. "How do we do this? I am afraid that this is another thing that you are going to have to teach me". "There are a number of ways. But I prefer to do it face to face. But first we need to get some lubrication". David reached out and got a bottle off the side table. He squeezed some onto Dean's engorged cock and gently rubbed on the lubrication which made Dean's cock shine and his mouth to let out a long sigh. Then David arched his back and put his legs over the big man's shoulders. Still looking into Dean's eyes, he massaged some lubricant around and well into his hole. "Now push in slowly and gently. Until I get used to your size this will hurt, so stop when I need you to". Dean manoeuvred his cock to the waiting hole and pushed the head slowly in. David's face creased with pain and his breathing became heavier. Dean stopped his assault and waited for David's face to relax. Dean's cock wanted to shove its way into David and find quick release for the second time. But he stared thinking with this head and not his crotch and took his time, carefully following David's expression, until his big balls were slapping against David's arse. David pulled Deans head down and they kissed hungrily while joined together. Slowly at first, Dean began to thrust his cock in and out of David. David moaned with a look of pleasure on his face. Dean picked up speed as his balls, which were slapping against David's arse, took over from his brain. Soon they were both moaning and Dean noticed that David was thrusting back on his cock as if he wanted Dean inside him even further. Dean felt David go stiff beneath him and he felt warm liquid - David's spunk - oozing over their two bodies. This pushed Dean over the edge and with half a dozen violent thrusts, Dean deposited his seed inside David for the second time that evening. Dean was about to pull out, when David said "No, stay inside me. It feels so good". So for a few minutes they stayed locked together, gently kissing. Eventually Dean's cock had returned to normal and he removed it from David's arse. They got up, went into the bathroom and David sat on the toilet and Dean could hear his spunk being expelled from David's body. David turned on the shower and they both got it. "Did I hurt you too much?" Dean asked. "Yes you hurt me, but in a good way. You have to understand that I enjoy your masculinity - almost as much as you do!" Dean smacked him on the bottom for that rebuke and then embraced and kissed him. "OK you may wash me", Dean told David while maintaining a broad grin on his face. "Aye aye captain", David replied for the second time and carefully washed every inch of Dean's wonderful body while examining him in detail so that he would remember every hair and every pore". For the next few weeks, Dean continued to visit David and as he became more confident took greater control of their sex sessions, to which David did not object at all. Dean would occasionally suck David's dick although he did not let David come in his mouth. But mostly Dean was in charge and he learnt to read David's need and so to judge how rough he should be. Sometimes Dean stayed overnight with David. By this time their relationship was well know to David's guardian and housekeeper. Perhaps even stranger, they also became friends. They enjoyed lying in bed together after sex, talking and sharing many intimate secrets. They found they had much in common - although two more different people you could not hope to find. Dean stopped ignoring David at school and even told the three stooges to lay off when they made threatening noises at David. With their 'A' level exams over the two friends were relaxing in bed after another steamy session. They would both soon be leaving school and getting jobs. Neither was interested in going to University but for different reasons. Dean's background was very working class and he was not prepared to countenance the idea of taking on all the debt associated with university these days. David was to work in the marketing firm his father had started and that, if the truth be known, he actually owned! As they lay together, Dean told David that he had hoped to get an interview for a job at the big law practise in town. He thought that might give him a way into improving his education without taking on the debt. They also had a well regarded football team in the local league. But the firm had not even given him the chance of an interview. David reached for his mobile phone and made a call. It soon became clear that David was talking to the chief of the law firm. "A friend of mine, Dean Jones, applied to you for a job. He is a great guy and you really ought to see him". Dean could hear the disembodied voice the other end. "No of course I don't expect you to employ him as a favour to me. But I would be grateful if you gave him a chance at an interview". Something else was said the other end. Then David said "Brilliant - 10.30 on the 19th. I will tell him. By the way he is captain of the school football team. You might need him when some of your old farts are forced to hang up their boots. Bye". David put his mobile back on the table. Dean had a stern look on his face. "All I got for you was an interview. You will only get the job on your own merits. Peter is one of my trustees and he knows I would not recommend someone who was no good. In this life you have to make the most of your chances. And he definitely needs some new footballing talent". Dean lay back with his hands behind his head. "The 19th - that is a couple of days after my 18th birthday. Guess I will have to get a suit". "Are you having a party or just a family celebration for your birthday?" "Neither", Dean replied. My parents can't wait for me to leave. We don't really get on". "Ok, then the celebration will be on me. And part of my present will be to get you some new clothes to set you up for what I am sure will be a great career for you. Not a suit though. Think smart but casual would be better". David lay back and was clearly scheming. Dean had seen him like this before. "Come and stay here the night before your birthday. Then if I can still walk after you have had you have had wicked way with my arse, I will take you shopping. I stripped you when you first came here, so now I will dress you". Dean did not look convinced. "Trust me. Promise it won't be pink. Well not much of it". That comment caused Dean to roll over onto David and start a bit of rough house - just the way David liked it. On the morning of Dean's birthday, they woke up about 8.00am. They showered together and after breakfast went into town. Over breakfast, David showed Dean a small box wrapped in garish red paper with a gold bow round it. "This is also your birthday present". Dean tried to grab it, but David told him that he could not have it until lunchtime. Dean went into town wearing his usual jeans, tee-shirt, trainers and bomber jacket uniform. David started with underwear. He got Dean to try out a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. David was not keen on boxers. He stuck his head through the curtain to see Dean trying them on. It made Deans impressive package look even better. So Dean kept on the pair he was trying and David selected another 7 pairs ('One a day plus a spare' he explained) and some expensive dark socks. They then went to look for a new jacket. David selected a black leather jacket in beautiful soft leather. It was a blouson style, drawn tight at the waist, with a zip up the front. It showed off Deans shoulders to perfection. David picked up a similar jacket in brown. Dean said that he preferred the black. "It's my choice, and anyway you are having them both". He carefully did not let Dean see the price tag. They then went and bought three pairs of casual trousers that David ensured were a snug fit on Dean's legs and backside, together with a pair of classy jeans. David selected a number of tee shirts and polo shirts (including one in pink - much to Dean's amusement) and a few formal shirts and ties. David took some time looking through the shoes before deciding on a pair of black (and of course a pair of brown) Chelsea boots that had leather soles, square toes and with elastic sides that came a good 12 inches up Deans legs. If David had a fetish, it was certainly for a guy in boots and these suited Dean perfectly and gave David a bit of a hard on. Before settling the bill, David selected the tight straight legged blue jeans together with the pink polo shirt the brown boots and brown jacket for Dean to change into. When he came back out of the changing room, David looked him over from head to booted toe and nodded and smiled his approval. As they walked out David said "you look really hot in pink". Dean swatted his arse. They went to a restaurant for lunch. It was an Italian place and they both ordered pasta. As they looked at each other over the table David said "I almost forget. Here is your present". Dean took it and said "you have already bought me too much new stuff for my birthday". "This is not new, it is very second hand". Dean looked perplexed until he opened the box and found the gold ring that had pierced David's cock. "I had to get a thicker one" said David "as you have been so rough with my cock. You don't have to have it put in but....". "Oh I want it put in" Dean replied. "Will you tell me about the guy who gave you this? I would like to know what it was like for you the first time". David thought for a moment. "I make it a rule not to talk about other guys, just as I will never talk about you to anyone else. If people ever asked me if we had been to bed together, I would neither confirm nor deny it". Dean looked a little crestfallen. "It's not that I don't trust you and I am certainly not ashamed of you. It just makes life less complicated. And when I come of age and come in possession of all that money, I fear the press will start prying. So I decided some time ago to stay tight lipped. But I will tell you this. I chose the guy very carefully to instruct me as I wanted to learn to be good in bed". Dean smiled and nodded his assent as David spoke. "Which is why, when you chose me, I agreed to help even though I really didn't want to. You had been such an arsehole to me, but I felt I owed it to my number one to instruct you as he instructed me". Dean grinned and said "and now you have been a great arsehole for me. And I shall feel proud to wear his and then your ring. And maybe one day I will recycle it". After lunch David took Dean to have his cock pierced. Dean was pleased when it was over and then they - and all the purchases - were off to David's home. Their love making that night was very timid as Dean's cock was sore and he did not want it to bleed again. But within a week Dean was able to screw David's arse and they both liked the thought of the gold ring deep inside David. David now had a thicker gold ring adorning his cock. Dean was a little jealous and made a mental note to get one as thick - or even thicker - as soon as he could. After all he was team captain! Dean passed the interview and got the job. David did not see Dean for some days after he started work and so he called him. Dean seemed agitated but said he would come over to see David that evening. The evenings were still light, so they went and sat in the garden with a beer each. "Come on Dean, tell me what's up. We are friends". Dean played with his beer glass. The he looked up at David and said "Lots has happened. Before the interview we talked about how it might be best not keep the fact that I am gay quiet. So after the match on Saturday, I told the team". "And they shunned you?" said David. "No they cheered and clapped. They could not give a damn. My mate Steve told me that he would only ever let me suck his cock if I scored a hat trick". Dean gave a small laugh. "That's good. So that is not the problem". "At work they asked me if I had a steady girlfriend. And I told them as well". "And they sacked you? They can't do that". "No, of course they didn't sack me. They just sort of accepted it as if it was the most natural thing in the world". By this time David was getting worried. "Then what is the problem?" "One of the guys at work must have heard about me. You might know him. His names Brad". "Blond hair, blue eyes, bit skinny, nice arse, about 25?" "Yes that's the one". "Nope never seen or heard of him". When Dean did not react to the joke, David leant across and took Deans hand. "He's a nice guy he would not cause you any grief". "He invited me out for a drink and one thing led to another we ended up in bed". "And it did not work out?" David said. This was getting like pulling teeth. "No it was good. Very good. So we did it the next night and the next. Then I had a row with my parents when I told them I was gay and they threw me out". "Well you said you did not get on", said David. "So I have moved in with Brad". Dean looked as if he might cry. David smiled warmly at his friend. "Me thinks that you have fallen in love". Dean nodded. Caressing Dean's hand, David said "That is good. That was one thing I could never teach you. We were friends - and will remain friends. Sex with you was great, but we never loved each other like that. It had to happen and I am very pleased". Dean relaxed and smiled. "I thought you might hate me or think that I had just used you." "Real friends can't use one another" David replied. "I do have one regret though". "What's that?" said Dean rising to the bait. "Well I never got to go to bed with you in your football gear".