Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 14:37:48 +0000 From: Stuart James Subject: Sven and Olof and David (This is the third story about David. He was 15 coming on 16 in the (chronologically) first story 'Steve and David'. He was 16 coming on 17 in 'Dean and David' (which was actually published first). This story starts with the scene at the end of 'Steve and David', which is in the 'Dean' time frame. OK it is a bit confusing. What I am trying to say is that David is still 16 coming on 17. The plot requires me to fill in quite a bit of David's back story and this takes the first half of this episode. This chapter was originally going to be about 'Mark and David'. But I found that I had written about 6000 words and not even introduced Mark. He will have to wait for next time. 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. It encourages me to keep writing! I am also making some good friends that way.) Sven and Olof and David After a few minutes the tears stopped and David dried his eyes. He had not really cried since his parents were both killed in a car accident when he was 8. And he did not cry much then. It was not that he did not love his parents. It was just that even as a small child he knew that he was fourth in their priorities behind themselves, each other and their work. He had not wanted for anything physically - his parents were successful and had the lifestyle to go with it. They spent time with him. Looking back he wondered if he had been on a rota or marked in their schedules. Every day one or both of them would try to spend (to use that awful phrase) 'quality time' with him. But as they started playing with him he knew he could only have 15, 20 or 30 minutes. He learned to tell the time at an early age, and only remembered enjoying those sessions when 20 minutes had passed and he when knew he had a full 10 minutes left. Maybe it wasn't like that. But that is how he remembered it. It made him a bit of a loner and fairly self contained and independent. He grew up even more quickly once they died. On the night of the accident he had heard noises downstairs at around midnight. He got out of bed to see what was happening. The noises did not sound like his parents coming home. From the top of the stairs he could see 'Uncle' Peter with two policemen. As he came down the stairs a policewoman came in the front door. "What's going on", David asked Peter. The policewoman took his hand as he reached the bottom step and crouched so she looked directly in his eyes. "I have some bad news for you. Yours parents have gone away and won't be returning for a very long time." "What are you talking about? Are you saying they have gone to join a hippy commune in Thailand or are you saying they are dead?" The policewoman looked shocked, but David was advanced for his young age and had the confidence to say what he felt. His parents had always encouraged him to do so. He went and took Peter's hand. "Uncle Peter, please tell me what has happened." "David, your parents car ran off the road, hit a wall and burst into flames. They have been killed. I am so sorry." David did not say anything. He turned and walked towards the kitchen. The policewoman, trying to recover from the previous put down, asked if she could come with him. "Why do you want a glass of milk? I am only going to get a glass of milk and then I shall return to bed. I do know where my own kitchen is." David actually had a different purpose in mind. Once in the kitchen he washed up the glasses his parents had been using and put the wine bottle into the recycling bin. He got himself a glass of milk and went up the stairs wishing a general goodnight. He stopped half way up and turned and said "Uncle Peter, will you still be here in the morning?" Peter smiled at him and said "Yes. The police have taken your babysitter home. I shall stay the night." David went to bed and slept soundly. Normally he was awakened in the morning by his mother who told him to get dressed. When he started school, 4 years previously, she had insisted that he learn to get himself ready. This day he woke naturally. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 10.00am. So no school for him he reasoned. He washed and dressed and went downstairs and found Peter in the dining room having coffee and toast. Peter was about his parent's age - mid 30's. He was the family solicitor as well as his father's best friend. David sat at the table. "Uncle Peter, were they completely burned in the fire or is something left." "Don't worry about that" Peter replied. "No you don't understand. They had had quite a bit to drink last night before they went out. I just wondered whether there was enough left for the police to find that out. It would be terrible if they could say it was all their own fault. I washed the glasses out to get rid of the evidence here", David said looking quite seriously at Peter. "Oh I see." Peter thought before he spoke and could only think that the truth was the best answer. "The fire was intense and there was virtually nothing left." "Good", David said and when Peter looked shocked added "It's better that way isn't it?" When Peter did not reply David said "Are you the exec ....exect...are you the person who does their wills Uncle Peter?" Peter again decided on openness and honesty. "Yes. Almost everything is left to you in trust until you are 18. One of the directors of your Fathers firm and I are the trustees. Does that answer your question?" "No I did not mean that Uncle Peter. I mean who have they left me to?" Peter got up and went to David and put his arm around his shoulder. "Their wills ask that I look after you. Is that OK with you?" David thought for a moment. "Do you want to do it? Mummy told me last night that I was a pain. I know I can be very difficult. I would understand if you did not want to do it." "You are not a pain and I am sure your mother did not mean to say that you were. Yes I want to do it. Shall we drop the 'Uncle'? I never did like it." "Good...ehm... Peter". Then after a moment David added "I think we shall get on OK." And so they had. It had been agreed that they would live in David's home as Peter only had a small apartment. Peter, still unattached, was not very domesticated and let David come up with the ideas of how they should live. David said they had to get a housekeeper as Peter's cooking was terrible. "We already have Mr and Mrs Wilson to clean the house and do the garden and things. A housekeeper could keep everything running properly. And maybe we should get a couple of au pairs to look after me." "Why au pairs? Peter asked. "Well whoever looks after me - not that I need looking after - would have to live in as you can't be here all the time. We have lots of room so that's not a problem. It would suit au pairs. And au pairs are cheap, particularly if they also want to study. If they are foreign they can teach me their language. Whenever they did not want me to know something, Mum and Dad spoke to each other in French, or German or Italian. I would like to learn those languages." "You have it all thought out" said Peter. "I will contact an agency about both." David helped Peter go through the applicants for housekeeper. They picked 3 to interview. Peter asked the questions he thought they would expect to be asked. But really he felt out of his depth. David kept throwing in questions. Two memorable ones sealed the fate of the first two applicants. When he asked the first one how to make a Yorkshire pudding, she said that she always bought them frozen from Tesco's. That was certainly the wrong answer for David who believed in good tasty home cooked food. He asked the second what she would put in his school lunch box. Crisps - that David hated - and a chocolate bar - that was strictly rationed to David by his mother - did for the second one. The third potential housekeeper was a recently widowed lady ('around 40' her CV said) from near Fort William in Scotland who introduced herself as 'Mrs McTavish'. The other two had used their first names. The downfall question about Yorkshire pudding was answered fully and when she said she would only serve it with roast beef or roast lamb, David's mouth watered remembering his Mothers Sunday roasts. The pack lunch was also quickly dispatched. "A small carton of either milk or fresh fruit juice. One or maybe two wholemeal rolls filled with meat or cheese and some fresh fruit." For good measure she added that there would be no crisps and no chocolate. David smiled and went over and took her by the hand. "I will show you the kitchen and where you will live." David had made up his mind. Peter and David had already decided to give the attached 'granny flat' to the housekeeper. When they were in the kitchen David asked "Will you teach me to cook, Mrs M?" "Mrs McTavish if you please. And yes I will if you are prepared to work hard at it." "Sorry Mrs McTavish. I like to do things well, so I will study hard. I want to learn everything." They returned to Peter, who explained about the au pairs, and asked if she would help him - and of course David - to select them. They discussed other practical matters and David was impressed by the logical way she approached issues. They shook hands on the deal and agreed that she would start in two days time. After a moment's hesitation, Mrs McTavish shook hands on the deal with David. The au pairs were soon selected and in post. A 17 year old French girl was recruited for the next 6 months. An 18 year old Dutch girl was given a contract for a year. They were given a semi-self contained suite of rooms on the ground floor (generally called 'the flat') to share, so that they had some independence. They were also given the bedroom next to David's for when they were looking after him. They were told to share the job between themselves but that one had to be on duty with David all the time he was not at school or with Peter or with Mrs McTavish. Over the years the au pairs came and went on one year contracts to maintain a 6 month rotation. They were all female until David was 16 when the girls were replaced with a single male 'friend'. They came from a number of European countries and David soon spoke many languages with varying degrees of fluency. Mrs McTavish took to her new role with gusto when it became clear that she really was in charge under Peter's very nominal direction. She took David at his word and started regular cooking lessons and he was soon helping her prepare meals a couple of times a week. She and David had one early disagreement that cemented what became a close friendship - although she always remained 'Mrs McTavish'. She insisted that whenever possible the whole 'family' should eat dinner together. One day in her second week, she cooked liver and bacon. David ate the vegetables without comment but left the meat. Mrs McTavish told him to eat the liver or he would get no dessert. "That's ok, Mrs McTavish", said David. "But I don't like liver and I don't see why I should eat what I don't like. If you are doing liver again, don't do me any as I hate to see food wasted. The vegetables will be quite sufficient. " His thoroughly reasonable and logical answer stopped Mrs McTavish in her tracks. She looked to Peter for assistance. He just shrugged, not least because he hated liver and was eating it under sufferance. That day no one got any dessert! But she never did liver again and began to consult the family on what she proposed to cook. David grew over the years. He became more self contained and, some would say, more awkward and outspoken. One subject that David enjoyed was religious studies. He had long ago ceased to believe in God but he found the open minded way his teacher discussed the subject very stimulating. Unfortunately he was missing for one whole term when he had to go into hospital for a serious operation. A catholic nun was brought in to take his classes. David found her closed minded certainty very boring. He thought it best to keep quiet in her class. One day Sister Agnes pointed directly at him and said "What is God to you David?" He answered completely honestly. "A figment of your imagination, Sister." She ran at him swinging the heavy cross that was round her neck. David escaped unhurt to the Headmistresses office having been chased by the irate nun who used words David was sure were not in the bible. The Sister did not return to the school again. But the headmistress was none too happy with David as she had to teach some extra classes. At about this time David noticed that Peter had begun to go out in the evenings more frequently and sometimes did not return home until the next day. One Sunday a new friend, Jeremy, came to lunch and stayed all day. He visited frequently after that, although he never stayed overnight. The way they reacted to each other made David sure that they were becoming an 'item' and maybe even falling in love ('whatever that means' David thought). It could not go on like this. It was time to have it out with Peter. After all this was his house. After Jeremy left one evening, David went into the sitting room, where Peter was reading and said "I think we need to talk. Although you try very hard not to show it, I think Jeremy is very important to you. I have noticed the way you touch him. If you do have feelings for him it is stupid that he doesn't stay here overnight if you want him to." "What about the others?" "Well Anneke and Heidi are continentals. They won't have a problem. And Mrs McTavish is a sensible Scot. I think I can deal with her." "But I have a duty to you." "Yes, but you have a duty to yourself as well. I know you have given up a lot to be my guardian. But I want you to be happy. I propose that we redecorate my Fathers old study - which has become a bit of a mausoleum - and make that a private room for you. No one will go in without asking. And if, in time, you want Jeremy to move in that's ok too. Although perhaps you could ask him to get a different aftershave. That flowery stuff is horrible." "Do you know what it means when two men go together?" asked Peter. David gave Peter his best 'pitying' look. "They have lots of words for people like that at school. The latest - named after one of the boys who does ballet lessons - is 'dirty bertie'. But you are my dirty bertie and I love you." Neither of them had ever said anything about feelings before and they rarely ever touched. But David went and buried his head in Peter's chest. Peter held him wondering if he had any part in shaping this extraordinary boy. The next night Jeremy stayed overnight. For once David restrained himself from the quip he had planned ('you two look tired') and just said good morning. David had guessed a couple of years ago that Peter was gay. That was mainly the result of knowing with absolute certainty that he himself was gay. But at this point he did not tell Peter. From that day a wall seemed to come down between Peter and David and they started to show more obvious affection for each other. More years passed and David continued to do well at school and with his many languages. He took up the piano - which he played competently rather than well - and running at which he excelled and which he loved. When he was nearly 16, he set out to lose his virginity and met Steve. At the same time it was decided that he no longer needed two au pairs. When one left he just had Francesca. When her twelve months were up he had Olof from Sweden, who was 19. He came not only to help him learn Swedish but to be a friend. David had few friends and none of them close. Peter suspected that it was because he found people of his age immature and boring but also wondered if it was because he was gay. Peter did not know the details, but he knew that his close physical friendship with Dean had gone cold. At dinner one day Olof asked if he could have the weekend off as his brother, who was doing military service in the Swedish army, was in the UK for a training exercise and he wanted to spend some time with him. David said "Why doesn't he come and stay here? There is enough room in the flat." Olof was pleased. He had not wanted to ask as it had been made very clear to all the au pairs that guests - meaning boy and girl friends - could not stay overnight. It was agreed. The doorbell rang the next Thursday and David went to answer it. Standing in the doorway was a tall blond soldier in military uniform. He had piercing blue eyes and looked like a beefier version of his younger brother. David stood wide eyed for a moment but recovered quickly. "You must be Sven" he said holding his hand out. They shook hands and Sven came in. After a few moments Sven said "Is there something wrong with my uniform?" David realised that he had been examining him in detail. He had taken in the way the simple cotton camouflage jacket emphasised his chest. And the way the cotton trousers showed off his legs and the contours of his arse before disappearing into his black boots. "No nothing", David stammered. "But it is such a cool uniform. You must let me try it on." Olof entered at this point and he and Sven hugged each other. David did not see Sven again until breakfast the next day. He had eaten dinner with his brother in the flat. "I need to go to college today and get some books to prepare for my exams", Olof said. All the au pairs had studied while in England. "Can you entertain Sven for me for an hour or two?" This was a general question addressed to everyone. "I have to go into the office today and I am giving Jeremy a lift into town" Peter said. "I am going for a run" David said. "Well perhaps Sven could go with you for a run", Mrs McTavish suggested. I have to go shopping but I will leave some lemonade and sandwiches in the fridge for you." Sven looked at David with a grin on his face. "Can I?" Sven asked. "I won't leave you too far behind, I promise." David was not keen. He liked running on his own. That was part of the attraction. Having considered in great detail last night, while lying on his bed and playing with his cock, what Sven might look like under his uniform, he did not relish the thought of seeing him in running gear while wearing only thin running shorts himself. There would be little to cover any embarrassment. But he was not passing up a challenge. "And I promise not to kick up too much dust for you to choke on." They met at 10.00am on the lawn. Both were wearing tight white shorts, a white tee-shirt and Nike running shoes. David led the way. When they got to open ground Sven challenged him for the lead which changed hands a number of times. When they ran uphill, Sven's more powerful legs gave him the edge. Downhill, David's relative compact size and his agility assisted him. But in the home leg, Sven put on a turn of speed that the tired David could not match. In the end Sven was home over 30 seconds ahead of David. David found him sitting in the garden. Trying to speak between catching breaths David said "Ok you win. I will get the lemonade for you oh great one." David bowed down with his arms outstretched as he said that. Sven gave him the one finger salute. They sat in the garden drinking the home made lemonade and recovering from what for both of them had been a strenuous run as neither had wanted to give ground to the other. "Tell you what, why don't we go and let you try on my uniform?" David had not really meant it when he said he wanted to try it on. He was just covering for his staring at Sven. But Sven drained his glass, got up, and grabbed David by the wrist so that he had to follow him. In the bedroom of Olof's flat, Sven got his uniform, which was on a hanger, out of the closet. He pulled out a clean pair of olive boxer shorts from a drawer- Army issue - and threw them at David. David stripped quickly while Sven had his back to him, and pulled them on. This was followed by a clean olive tee-shirt; then the combat trousers and dark green socks. Sven got on the floor and laced up his boots on David, capturing the slightly too long trouser legs in the top of the regulation army issue footwear. They were a little big for him. Then the jacket and the dark green beret. He looked at himself in the mirror. Sven came up behind him. As he was a little taller than David he rested his arms on David's shoulders and looked in the mirror. "Perfect" Sven said. Their eyes met in the mirror. Sven turned David round, put his arms around him and kissed him deeply their tongues alternating from mouth to mouth. Sven still had his running gear on and it did not take him long to remove it, most of it without breaking their embrace. When he was naked David turned him onto his back on the bed. He hitched himself up and looking at his beautiful body said "I think I outrank you", pointing to the stripes on his arm. Sven, who was much the stronger, grabbed him and pushed David onto his back. He soon had him naked as well. Not that David wanted to resist whatever this big man had in mind. He then lay alongside David. He grabbed his own monster cock and David's not unimpressive one and said while comparing the two, "No I think I outrank you." He got on top of David and their bodies and mouths explored each other. David reached down and took hold of Sven's solid cock. He moved it to his arse so that the cock head was at his hole. Sven broke the kiss and looking into David's face said "Are you sure?" David nodded and twisted his legs so his knees bent over Sven's shoulders. David's cock was dripping pre-cum and Sven used this to lubricate his cock and David's arse. Then he entered David. Sven pushed his cock in as hard as he could with a single thrust until it was embedded deep in David. David loved feeling of the sheer animal power behind the sudden invasion of his body. He loved the rush of adrenaline as Sven's action caused pain that rapidly turned to pleasure. David tried to match Sven's rhythm so that he pushed back as Sven's cock entered and re-entered him. He clenched his arse cheeks to squeeze and stimulate Sven. Before long Sven groaned loudly and filled David with strong pulses of his seed. He withdrew his cock and pushed his middle finger up David's hole both to probe his prostate and to keep the spunk in. He then took David's cock in his mouth. He set up another rhythm taking David's cock in and out through is lips. He used his left hand to play with David's balls. "I going to come", David said, and Sven took his cock deeper in his mouth and pushed his finger further up his hole until David had climaxed and Sven had swallowed his spunk. Sven got up with a broad grin on his face, his animal passions spent. They went to the shower together and David enjoyed soaping and cleaning his soldier lover's well muscled body. After all Sven outranked him by about 2 inches. They were drying off, still standing in the shower together when Olof walked in. He saw their erect cocks pointing at each other and ran out of the room. David ran naked to his own room and put on a track suit. Then he went in search of Olof. He found him in the bedroom next door sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. David sat down next to him and put his arm around him. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew I was gay and your brother......" David's words dried up. "It's not that" said Olof. "Of course I knew both you and Sven are gay. It is just that I wanted to do that with you, but I could not because of my position in this house. It is not fair that my brother can have you and I can't." "You wanted to go to bed with me?" David fell back laughing. "And I have wanted to go to bed with you since the first day you arrived. I did not say anything as I thought you might be made to leave if others found out. But my longing for you has grown as the months have passed. " "But now you have been with my brother......" It was Olof's turn to run out of words. "That was just sex", David said. "We will make love, I promise. Let me work out a way to make it a special time. I think that is what we both want and a little longer wait will certainly increase my passion." It did not take David long to sort something out. Every 3 months, Peter and some friends would book into a hotel to play golf and bridge and trivial pursuit. They also went there to eat and drink too much, well away from the prying eyes of their families. One day at dinner, after Sven had gone back to base, Peter said that the hotel where he and his friends had booked for their latest get together had had a flood and had had to cancel their visit next weekend. "Have it here", David said. Counting on his fingers Peter said "but we are two bedrooms short." "No. Angus and Clive can have my room and I will stay in the flat with Olof. I certainly want to be well out of the way of your drunken party." "Angus and Clive can't share a room." "Why not? They do at the hotel and Jeremy told me that they make quite a lot of noise." Peter looked at Jeremy, who rather sheepishly nodded his head. "So they won't mind sharing here. But tell them not to break my bed springs." "Have you forgotten that I am going away this weekend?" Mrs McTavish said. "Emmm, that is a problem" David said, although in truth he had not forgotten and it was now a part of his plan. Then he brightened. "Well you could prepare a cold supper for the Friday - meat, cheese, pate, desserts, that sort of thing. I can make a cooked breakfast for the Saturday. You could make one of your famous curries for the Saturday evening and leave it in the fridge. I could heat it up and do some rice and things. Continental breakfast for Sunday and Peter can take them for lunch in the golf club before they go home." David grinned and looked rather smug. "What will you two boys do?" Peter asked. "Oh I guess we could watch some gory movies. We won't get bored", David said innocently. But he had other plans. Peter's guests arrived. David had already set out the cold buffet in the dining room. He spent as few minutes as he could being polite to the guests. But as soon as he was able he retreated to Olof's rooms, carefully locking the door. He had previously got a bottle of champagne from the fridge and put it in an ice bucket. He had liberated some of the cold buffet for the two of them to eat. He lowered the lights - but not too much as he had long wanted to examine Olof's naked body to see how closely it matched up to his bedtime fantasies. He changed into a clean pair of very tight shorts and a tight vest that showed off his arms and shoulders to (in his opinion) perfection. He heard Olof's key go into the outside door so he stood with his hands behind his back and legs a little apart (as Steve had taught him) facing the door. Olof saw David and froze. David, who had a broad grin on his face, went over and took him by the shoulder and moved him into the house. He shut and locked the door, and went over to Olof - who by now was both wide-eyed and wide-mouthed - took him in his arms and gently kissed him. Their tongues flirted and their bodies pressed together. David freed his arms and removed Olof's jacket while they continued to kiss. He lifted up his polo shirt until his fingers found his nipples. He gently played and teased them, causing Olof to squirm and sigh. They broke their kiss and David replaced his fingers with his lips on the now erect nipples. Olof put his hands on David's head not wishing him to break loose from this connection to his body. David changed to the other nipple and then raised his head and said "I have done that so often in my mind. But the real thing is so much better." He pulled Olof's shirt over his head, while Olof undid the top of his jeans. They fell to the floor and David went down onto his knees. He freed the now straining cock from their white cotton imprisonment and took it into his mouth. He had an urge to swallow it in one go, but was not sure how Olof would respond. He realised that he had no idea what Olof would like or dislike. He sucked the swollen cock head and ran his tongue around its contours. Olof groaned and once again held David's head in place. Olof's breaths got shallower. "I am going to shoot. Move your head." David had no intention of doing any such thing. He put his hands onto Olof's arse to hold him in place. When the explosion came, he drank every drop that came out of the cock and into his mouth. David licked off the last drops and released the still throbbing tool. He got up and looked at the man he had wanted since the day he arrived. "I hope I haven't shocked you. But I wanted to swallow your seed. It tasted good." "Shocked no. I just did not think that you would know such things. I thought you were innocent." They looked at each other and realising that the situation was really very funny, they both laughed. David took Olof's hand and led him to the champagne, which he proceeded to open and to pour into glasses. "Let's drink and find out what we want to do next." David sipped his drink and said "I think I have invented a new cocktail - champagne and spunk. I shall call it a 'Dizzy Swede'." Olof became serious. "Will you fuck me? I have never wanted to before but seeing you in front of me, I know it is what I want and I want you to do it." He then added "Will it hurt too much?" "This might sound a crazy answer, but it will only hurt if you want it to." Olof shook his head. "I will take it easy the first time and it won't hurt much, I promise." Olof's cock was coming back to attention. David took hold of it and fondled it between his fingers. "I want this in me too. And I do want it to hurt. This little cherub has a number of bad habits." For good measure, he added "It will be interesting to experience who has more powerful hips - you or your brother." David stripped while they finished their drinks. He took Olof's hand and led him to the bed. He laid him down on his back and got on top of him. They kissed, sometimes deeply and sometimes gently. They explored each other's bodies with their hands and their mouths and soon both were dripping pre-cum. David turned Olof onto his stomach and played with his hole. He got some lubrication and gently put one finger inside his Swede massaging his hole. He increased this to two and then three. He could feel Olof getting tense as he tried to stretch his virgin hole. "Relax, baby. You will like it." David put some lubrication on his cock. He knelt on the bed with Olof between his legs. He used his hands to push Olof's arse cheeks apart and put his cock head at the entrance. He slowly increased the pressure and his cock started its journey inside Olof. "Relax baby, Relax," he whispered in his ear. Millimetre by millimetre he crawled inside him. By now Olof must have realised that the slight pain he was feeling would get no worse and this made him relax further and the discomfort lessened more. This encouraged David to go in deeper. Eventually he could advance no further and he lay down on top of Olof's back and kissed his neck and licked his ears. He felt Olof flex his arse cheeks and squeeze David's cock. David groaned and Olof took that as a signal to do it longer and harder. David began to pump his cock in his Swede. Olof stayed relaxed and David increased the pace until he knew he was on the edge. He made 5 or 6 long and deep thrusts into Olof and then groaned as he shot his load in great waves. It was a first for them both. David continued to lay on Olof's back breathing heavily in his ear, with his cock still twitching inside him. This was all Olof needed and he clenched David's cock hard between his arse cheeks as he climaxed for the second time that evening. David withdrew his cock. He got up and held out his hand to Olof, who took it. Hand in hand they went to the bathroom and got under the stream of a warm shower. Their passions over for the moment, they kissed gently and held each other. "That was amazing", Olof said. "It felt so good. Was it like that for you the first time?" David was not sure how to reply. His hole had been taken with more force and therefore more pain. Eventually he said "It was different, but equally as good I guess." Olof went to speak again and David put his finger to his lips and said "Let's just talk about us." They washed each other between kisses and eventually got out of the shower and dried themselves. Olof went to put some clothes on but David stopped him. "No. Let's remain naked. We can have something to eat and when my cock has reloaded I want to go again and again." And that is how the evening and night progressed. David fucked Olof again and Olof fucked David. They kissed and sucked each other's cocks and Olof even swallowed David's spunk, although it was clear he did not much enjoy the experience. The time between their ejaculations became longer and around midnight they fell asleep with their bodies knotted together on a cum stained bed. They were awoken by a sharp knocking on the door. Peter called "Are you in there? Why is the door locked? Is everything alright?" David knew it would not take Peter long to get the keys, especially if he thought that there was a problem. So David went and unlocked the door, while still naked, and opened it a crack. At some point in the night Olof must have bitten David's neck and Peter could see a large bruise on it. Peter was concerned by the bruise and wanted to examine it. He surprised David by pushing the door open which caused David to fall backwards onto the floor. Peter could see David's cock which was at full mast and when he looked through to the bedroom he could see Olof in a similar condition while sprawled on the well used bed. Peter understood at once. He held his hand out to help David up. "Scary movie was it? You promised to make breakfast, so hurry up." He smiled at his ward and ruffled his hair. Then he turned and left. David and Olof quickly showered and dressed and went to the kitchen to cook a full English breakfast. Peter came in at one point and said "Just one question. Did you plan this or did it just happen?" "I planned it in detail" said David. "It is all my fault. You mustn't blame Olof." "Fault is not the issue here. If you are both happy with what has happened then so am I." Peter left. The boys ate breakfast with Peter's friends, sitting side by side. David tormented Olof by feeling his crotch under cover of the table. Eventually Peter and his friends took their clubs and went to play golf. David and Olof cleared up the dining room and then the kitchen. Finally, they changed the messy bed and put the dirty sheets and towels into the washing machine. "What shall we do now", Olof asked. "Play Trivial pursuit?" "There is nothing trivial about what I have planned for us", David replied as he moved to kiss Olof.