Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 22:18:55 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: David's Initiation: The Recovery 20

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
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must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive solely for the
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David's Initiation: The Recovery 20

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Dave was waiting at the bar for the bartender to return with his credit card
and receipt so he could sign it. When he looked into the mirror his eyes
locked with Tony's. Dave swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"I'm wide-awake and stone cold sober." Tony said in a quiet voice so that
only Dave could hear.

`My god, he remembered! Those are my words! He thinks I made an offer! Did
I?' Dave felt his cock begin to expand quickly. `Good lord, he's offered
himself to me! What should I do? Should I accept?'

"Here you go, Dave," the bartender said as he placed Dave's credit card and
the receipt on the bar for him to sign. Dave signed nervously.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked as he looked at Tony.

"Oh..." Tony debated. "A 7-Up will do, thanks," Tony answered and the bartender
left to get his drink.

The next words that came from Dave's mouth were more his cock speaking than
his brain. "Do you remember where I live?" Dave's voice was low and lusty.

"Yes," Tony said confidently.

"Wait until I leave then give me fifteen minutes. I'll see you at the house."

"Here's your drink," the bartender said as he set the 7-Up in front of Tony.

"How much?"

"It's on the house, you're a friend of Dave's, you don't pay."

"Thanks," Tony replied and waited for the bartender to leave. "Yes, fifteen
minutes," Tony accepted in a quiet voice.

The two men stood silently, their eyes still locked on each other in the
mirror. Finally Dave looked away, circulated among Sam's employees, made an excuse
to Sam for having to leave so soon and hurried out the door.

"What am I doing!" Dave exclaimed out loud as he began talking to himself. He
steered his F-250 out of the parking lot and down the street. "This isn't
like me. I hardly know the kid! Listen to me... me calling him a kid... that's a
laugh. But... I don't just pick up guys and take them home! But I didn't pick him
up, we... just agreed... but what have we agreed to? Last Saturday he seemed
thankful that I hadn't, as he put it, `taken advantage of him.' Maybe I'm wrong
about what he wants. What DOES he want? Well, I damn sure know what I want.
Now slow down you horny piece of shit. What if he only wants a blow-job? That's
okay."

Dave was startled when the driver behind him honked his horn; the stoplight
was now green but Dave was too engrossed in talking to himself about Tony and
hadn't noticed it. He stepped on the accelerator and sped threw the
intersection.

`So, what do I do now?' Dave's conversation was now internal; perhaps that
would help him stay more alert to his driving. `How long has it been... five
years? My god yes! Five years! I wonder if I'll remember what to do? What a
stupid thought! Go back to the question, what do I do? When he gets to the house
I'll lead him to the bedroom. And... and... then I'll just let him decide what he
wants. Yes, that's the right thing to do, let him take the lead. Maybe I can
hint... or guide. But no, I think I'll let him take the lead. But what if he
doesn't want to lead? Okay, then I'll lead. I know exactly what I want and if he
doesn't object that's what we'll do. Now slow down, David, don't get ahead
of yourself. Oh shit! What if he's a virgin! Is that something I want to deal
with? It can be rather intense. If I only knew him better! He was pretty polite
last Saturday morning and that had to be a stressful situation for him. Sam
must have liked him enough to hire him and Sam is pretty picky about who he
places on his team. And I have to admit he really turns me on.' Dave glanced down
as his crotch where his cock had been semi-erect ever since Tony surprised
him at the bar with his comment. `Hell David, it's only sex, you're not going
to marry the guy! Okay, just be cool, don't obsess about this.'

On the way home, Dave stopped at a local drugstore to buy some condoms. He
hastily grabbed a large box of Trojans off of the shelf; he wasn't interested in
comparison-shopping. Then he picked up a tube of lube and walked briskly to
the cashier. The young Indian man looked at him with a knowing smile as he
scanned the items. It made Dave feel excited, like the first time he bought
condoms for him and Danny. He also felt a little nervous but decided it was the
anticipation that was causing him to feel that way.

Back in the truck, Dave had another thought. `Trust your instincts, David.
They were right when you met Paul, they're probably right this time. Back then
your instincts told you to trust Paul. Now those same instincts are telling you
Tony's a good man, go with it. Wait a minute!'

Dave suddenly had a realization that stunned him. `Is this role reversal? Is
this how Paul felt when he invited me to his room? I'm probably as uncertain
as he was but he must have had some instinct about me and saw it through to the
end. And... I'll bet the feelings I had then were pretty much what Tony's
feeling right now. He's probably wondering if he's doing the right thing,
wrestling with his doubts. Maybe this is meant to be. What was it Paul said? There's
someone out there for me he's just not ready yet? Maybe it's Tony. Maybe he's
ready now.'

Tony hung around the B&B for fifteen agonizingly slow minutes. To avoid being
obvious, he surreptitiously glanced at the clock at the end of the bar
instead of looking at his wristwatch. He talked to Sam and tried to act normal
although inside he was nervous and excited. After fourteen minutes he practically
bolted for the door figuring it would take him at least one minute to reach his
truck and he could honestly say he waited fifteen minutes.

"Am I crazy!" Tony asked himself as he pulled out onto the street from the
parking lot. `I don't really know this guy,' he thought. `He could be an ax
murderer or something. No, he already had his chance last Saturday. Maybe he
won't do what I want? No, I can't believe that. I don't care... I'll do whatever
he wants... just to be close to him. This is nuts... I've never had feelings like
this before. I want to know what it feels like to have him inside me... that
big salami inside me! Oh man, what am I thinking? I won't back out now, that
just ain't gonna happen. Look, he's a really nice guy and damn good looking too.
I could do a lot worse! Actually, I don't think I could do much better
either! Okay! Enough of these self-doubts, don't be a pussy. You're a Marine for
god's sake; you can do this, you can take it!'

Dave parked in Bay 1 of the garage, and went into the house. In the bedroom
he tossed the box of condoms and the lube on the nightstand. `If I leave those
in plain sight, perhaps he'll see them and draw the right conclusion.' Dave
then returned to the garage, opened door number 3 and closed door number 1.

Tony pulled into Dave's driveway and looked up at the magnificently imposing
structure before him. He immediately thought of the gross differences in
income levels and social status between him and Dave and felt intimidated. But only
for a few seconds, he wasn't ashamed of who he was and this wasn't the
Marines. He drove straight ahead toward the garage area without making the trip
around the circular drive. As he topped the rise and started down to the garage
level he saw the first door was closing and the third door was open and the bay
was empty so he drove in.

Dave watched Tony' rusty-gray S-10 drive into Bay 3. He closed door number 3,
waited and watched as Tony got out of his truck. Tony walked toward the door
to the house and watched the garage door close behind his truck; he let go
with a sigh of resignation -- now he was committed. He felt a little nervous but
not anxious. He noticed and admired the silver BMW 540i in Bay 2 as he walked
past it on his way to the steps leading into the house. `I didn't notice that
the last time I was here; oh yeah, I was a little under the weather.' He
looked up and saw Dave waiting for him and bounded up the steps like he knew
exactly what he was doing.

Dave stepped back away from the door so that Tony could enter. Tony closed
the door behind him and the two men made eye contact. Smiling, and without
saying a word Dave turned and began walking toward the bedroom. He felt reassured
and smiled when he heard Tony's footsteps behind him. `Maybe we could take a
shower like Paul and I did that first time. No, let him lead, David.' Tony was
getting even more turned on by watching Dave's butt as they walked. `Cute
little ass he's got there!' Tony thought. In the bedroom, Dave walked over close
to the bed, stopped, turned around to look at Tony and began to pull his
shirt out of his pants.

"No," Tony almost exclaimed as he put his hand up, "let me, please." Those
were the first words either man had spoken since they left the B&B. Dave
stopped. Tony walked to within inches of Dave's face and began unbuttoning the shirt
-- each could feel the other's breath on his face. Slowly, methodically Tony
unbuttoned Dave's shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Dave took the shirt and
threw it across the room where it collapsed against the wall and slid to the
floor. Tony leaned forward and kissed Dave's firmly rounded right shoulder--"
he also used his tongue to lick the flesh to see how it tasted. Then he did the
same to Dave's left shoulder. Tony then unbuckled Dave's belt, unhooked his
pants and lowered his zipper. Dave placed his hands on Tony's shoulders for
balance then slipped his shoes off using his toes. Tony lowered Dave's pants,
boxer briefs included. Dave stepped out of his clothes, took them from Tony and
tossed them across the room to where his shirt had gone.

Tony so much wanted to take Dave's growing member into his mouth but it
wasn't time yet. He tore at his own clothes and had them off in a matter of
seconds. And while doing that, Tony happened to glance at the nightstand and saw the
box of condoms and lube that Dave had placed there. `Well, you only need
those items for one thing,' Tony assured himself. Dave waited patiently, smiling
at Tony's obvious excitement and happy that he'd let Tony take the lead.
Finally naked, Tony stepped close to Dave again, placed his hands on Dave's hips
and then turned Dave with him as he moved around and sat on the edge of the bed.
Now he was ready.

`Isn't he going to kiss me first?' Dave wondered. `Oh well, not if he
doesn't want to, not necessary, Dave!' he told himself.

Tony leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and placed it under the head of
Dave's penis, lifting it like he was weighing it. There was no doubt it was heavy
and getting heavier. Opening his lips, Tony used his tongue to slowly guide
Dave's cock head carefully into his mouth then caressed it with his tongue --
the taste was exquisite, or so Tony thought.

Dave closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Five years it had been since
he'd felt anything this good and his body responded with total excitement. Dave
placed his hands on Tony's head and felt the short prickly hair -- it was
stimulating. He didn't try to guide Tony he only rested his hands on Tony's head,
allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

Not knowing if this was to be a one-time event or not, Tony was intent on
etching a tactile image of Dave into his memory. With his eyes closed, his first
move was to cup Dave's scrotum in his left hand and memorize the size, weight
and feel of Dave's testicles. His touch was soft and stimulating. The fingers
of Tony's right hand closed around Dave's shaft and slid softly up and down,
memorizing the firmness, the smoothness, the feel and heat. Moving quickly,
Tony's hands began at Dave's hips where he caressed the skin, allowing his
thumbs to move inward toward the edge of Dave's abdomen -- he felt the skin
quiver. Then around Dave's hips to the top of his buns then down over the firm
mounds of flesh to the back of his thighs. Tony's touch was sensual and erotic yet
firm enough for him to create a mental image of Dave's body.

Leaving Dave's butt, Tony's hands slid up Dave's back memorizing the smooth,
small muscles on either side of Dave's spine. Back down to Dave's waist then
around to his hard, flat abdomen and up across Dave's pectorals Tony's hands
moved, drinking in the beauty of masculinity they felt. When Tony's rough,
laborer's thumbs grazed across Dave's nipples he groaned uncontrollably as his
body tensed. Those hands continued to move up and over Dave's shoulders and
down the arms to his hands, which were still resting on Tony's head.

Taking Dave's hands in his, Tony released Dave's now highly sensitized glans
from his hot, moist, oral cavity and moved farther back onto the bed. He lay
on his back and pulled Dave into position between his wide spread knees. It
was at that moment that Tony realized he was acting out his dreams and it
excited him; he suddenly felt very comfortable with what he was doing. Tony reached
over to the night table, picked up the lube and handed it to Dave. Again he
reached toward the nightstand, picked up the box of condoms, ripped it open,
removed one foil-wrapped latex protector, and looked up at Dave.

"Dave..." Tony waited until their eyes met. "I'm not a virgin but I don't have
a lot of experience. And I've certainly never had anyone of your caliber
before. I just thought you should know." That statement told Dave a lot. He had
wondered just where along the spectrum of experience Tony lay, now he knew. Just
the fact that Tony was willing to admit his limited experience caused Dave to
feel that Tony trusted him and he felt much more comfortable. He also
chuckled inwardly at Tony's choice of the word `caliber' in reference to the size of
his cock.

"Thanks, Tony," Dave replied with emotion, "I'm glad you told me. You know,
we don't have to do this; we can do something else if you want."

"No! This... this is what I want."

"Okay, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this so please tell me
to stop if you think I should." Upon hearing that, watching Dave's eyes and
listening to the sincerity in his voice, Tony knew Dave was serious -- he nodded
and began to relax. Dave could feel it.

Until now, Dave had allowed Tony to dictate what happened but the time had
arrived for Dave to take over. He placed his hands under Tony's knees, lifted
them and moved them toward Tony's chest, exposing a very tight looking rosebud.
Tony placed his hands behind his knees to hold them in place. Dave popped the
top of the tube open and squeezed out a small amount of lube onto his index
finger then slowly lowered his hand and applied the glob of jell to Tony's anus.

"Hhh!" Tony gasped and his body tensed.

"Cold?"

"A little," Tony replied with almost a chuckle.

Dave smiled and continued to massage the lube around and into Tony's hole.
Occasionally Dave used his thumb to caress Tony's perineum, something Tony had
never experienced before. He was receiving more tender care than he ever knew
was possible. Dave's soft touch was mesmerizing, Tony's head rested on the
pillow, his eyes were closed, and his anal sphincter was beginning to relax. Dave
gently slipped his index finger inside; the heat was searing and Tony did not
react. Dave worked more lube inside and continued to massage Tony's ring
until he felt it relax; his middle finger joined his index finger. Still Tony
showed no reaction, he lay still with his eyes closed and breathed deeply. Upon
feeling Tony's sphincter relax a little more, Dave decided he should warn Tony
before inserting the third finger.

"Tony," Tony opened his eyes and looked at Dave. "I'm about to add a third
finger. You okay?"

"Yeah," Tony replied calmly in a quiet voice, returned his head to the pillow
and closed his eyes. Dave added more lube and slowly inserted his third
finger. Tony tensed some but soon relaxed under Dave's gently manipulation.

"I'm ready for that condom now," Dave stated. With his three fingers still
stretching Tony's hole, Dave reached out with his left hand to take the condom
from Tony.

"May I?" Tony asked as he made eye contact with Dave and, at the same time,
tore open the foil packet. The condom popped out and landed on Tony's abdomen.

"I'd be honored," Dave replied as he rose up on his knees and moved closer to
Tony's groin. Tony picked the condom up from his abdomen, determined which
direction it would unroll, then grasped the lube and squirted a small dollop on
the inside of the condom. Dave was impressed that Tony at least knew that
trick. Tony held Dave's cock with his right hand as he placed the condom against
the head and used his left to roll it over Dave's head and down his shaft. Tony
made sure to pinch the tip of the condom to save a place to collect Dave's
semen. Then he added more lube to the outer surface of the condom, closed the
tube and lay back down with his eyes closed, preparing himself for what he hoped
would come.

As Dave watched Tony carefully prepare the instrument of his own seduction,
Dave was moved by how resigned Tony was to the impending penetration.
Positioning himself for action, Dave removed his fingers from Tony's stretched anus and
placed the tip of his cock at the entrance. At that moment, Dave remembered
the first time he and Paul had tried this and how his cock had slipped out
because they were both in too much of a hurry. Dave smiled and began to apply
pressure while he held and guided his cock head to its intended target.

Tony felt the pressure and began to tense up. But then he remembered that
Dave had told him to speak out if things got to difficult. Tony felt his entrance
begin to stretch and yield to Dave's pressure; the stretching must have
worked because the first few centimeters of Dave's prick was willingly accepted.
But then the flesh began to burn as it continued to stretch. Tony opened his
mouth and began to breathe more deeply trying to relax his sphincter. Dave
watched Tony's face for signals of real pain but he didn't see any yet so he
pressed ahead. Dave could see that his head was slightly past halfway when Tony
spoke.

"Oh... god..." Tony almost whispered.

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell no!" came a strong reply. "Keep it comin'." By now Dave's large,
bulbous head was almost through and he stopped pressing when he felt Tony's ring
begin to slide over the underside of his glans, it almost pulled him in. As
Tony's sphincter clamped down on Dave's slightly smaller shaft Tony sighed with
relief. There wasn't that much difference between the circumference of the head
and the shaft but Tony's ring felt the relief. Dave remained motionless
waiting for some signal from Tony to continue. It didn't take long; Tony opened his
eyes and looked at Dave.

"What're you waiting for?"

"For you to tell me you're ready," Dave smiled.

"I'm good, c'mon," Tony practically gasped. Dave felt it would be better for
Tony, less agonizing, if he didn't drag out his penetration so he shifted his
body forward and smoothly, but not too rapidly sank his cock deep into Tony's
gut. Tony was gasping, breathing deep and hard, but he didn't complain. Dave
held his position, again waiting for some feedback from Tony.

"Damn," Tony finally gasped; it was almost a grunt. "You sure know how to
fill a man up!"

"Tony, if it hurts I'll pull out," Dave sounded genuinely concerned.

"Not on your life!" (gasp) "What pain there was ended once you were inside."
(gasp) "It's just that... damn I feel full."

By now Dave was leaning directly over his prey supporting his weight with his
arms on either side of Tony's chest. `Damn he's hot inside!' Dave thought.
This was the first opportunity Dave had to really study his sex partner and he
noticed a small tattoo on the side of Tony's left arm, right where it starts
the curve of his shoulder. He leaned over and saw the emblem of the United
States Marine Corps.

Moving back to center and looking down at Tony, Dave asked, "Jarhead?"

Tony opened his eyes, looked into Dave's, then smiled and replied, "Yeah!"
like he was proud of it.

"Grunt," Dave said.

"Unngggg!" Tony grunted. Then he heard Dave begin to chuckle and felt the
large salami in his rectum begin to pulse. Tony opened his eyes to find Dave
grinning and chuckling and he got a puzzled look on his face.

"No, Silly, I meant I'm an Army Grunt, like you're a Marine Jarhead." Dave's
chuckles intensified and he watched the realization of what he'd said finally
sink in and Tony also began to chuckle.

`Fuck!' Tony thought, `I'm lying here, flat on my back, my legs in the air,
a guy I hardly know has his hose up my ass and we're LAUGHING!' A strange
new emotion swept over Tony, one of total trust and something else that he
couldn't quite put his finger on.

Some unfamiliar emotion drove Tony to reach up, place his hands on either
side of Dave's head and draw them together in a kiss. Dave was caught off guard
but recovered quickly. He parted his lips and his tongue began to slide across
Tony's lips. Tony correctly interpreted that as a signal that Dave wanted to
enter so he parted his lips and felt excited when his tongue introduced itself
to Dave's. In that instant Tony almost became a wild man. Sensations he had
never before experienced, never even knew existed, coursed throughout his body. H
is mouth was open wide allowing Dave's tongue to explore his cavity. He'd
French-kissed girls before but this was a totally different world. This was his
first time to kiss a man; he couldn't breathe fast enough. He felt like he was
sucking the air out of Dave's lungs; he didn't care. Dave found the stiff
stubble on Tony's face to be a very erotic sensation.

Dave broke off their kiss and dove for Tony's left nipple. It was an
eraser-type nipple, something like Mike's, and was as hard as steel. Dave's lips
encircled the rigid mound and his tongue flicked at it with a vengeance. While
going down on Tony's nipple, Dave's cock had slid partially out of Tony's hole
and the solid head of his dick was pressing firmly against Tony's prostate.
When Dave used his teeth to gently nibble Tony's protuberance, it set of and
explosion like Tony had never imagined possible. He almost screamed as his first
shot of cum splattered on his right peck, completely covering his nipple. His
second round struck the underside of Dave's chin and dribbled onto his chest.

Dave quickly moved to Tony's right peck, licked and sucked up as much of
Tony's nectar as he could and then attacked Tony's right nipple. Tony's third and
fourth volleys landed somewhere short of the first two and the attention Dave
was devoting to Tony's right nipple caused several more powerful contractions
even though the supply of seminal fluid was completely depleted.

Tony finally returned to some level of consciousness. "Damn! That was... WOW!"
and he gasped.

"A little horny were we?" Dave joked.

"Like you wouldn't know," Tony gasped.

"Oh, I think I might," Dave replied modestly. At that moment Dave moved
forward and smothered Tony's mouth with another kiss while sliding his cock back
into Tony's depths. Tony again placed his hands on either side of Dave's face
and separated them, then looking deep into Dave's eyes he said in a very soft,
lusty voice, "Now show me that a Grunt knows how to really fuck a Marine."

Those were the absolute correct words to say at this point. Dave had been
hoping to find some indication that Tony could be his equal, more than just a
bottom, and those words signaled a challenge of an equal. Dave never lost eye
contact. He lifted his chest off of Tony's and began to slowly withdraw his love
stick until he could feel resistance from Tony's ass ring and then began the
long journey back into the heat. In a matter of a few seconds the two men were
moving as one. Tony was definitely an equal, participating, enjoying receiving
and at the same time trying to give. Occasionally Tony lifted his head until
his lips made contact with Dave's. Dave could feel Tony's hardness between
them. He looked down and saw the hood over Tony's glans was fully retracted and
his shiny pink helmet was dripping precum again.

Tony's hands were on Dave's shoulders and it allowed him to better judge
Dave's pace. Occasionally Tony's hands would brush down and back up Dave's arms
in an effort to signal how much pleasure he was receiving. After five minutes
Dave could feel his passion rising and he knew he wasn't going to last much
longer. `Where's my stamina?' he wondered. That's when Tony changed the route
his hands were traveling. He slid them down the front of Dave's chest and when
his rough thumbs found Dave's erect nipples they scraped across them like
sandpaper.

To Dave it felt like a jolt of electricity surged from each nipple and
coursed through his torso, converged in his groin and exploded. A primal roar built
in Dave's lungs and bellowed forth from his throat. Although the Fourth of
July was less than a week away, explosions were going off in Dave's brain. He
thrust and thrust, pounding his pubic bone forcefully against Tony's ass and
driving his cock deeper and deeper. His seminal vesicle released its precious
fluid and it was propelled along his urethra at blazing speed until his seed
erupted from the end of his cock and overfilled the empty space at the tip of the
condom.

Dave was at the mercy of nature. His body continued it's natural reaction to
thrust and spasm somewhat uncontrollably. When he returned to some degree of
normalcy, he was gasping for air, his eyes were closed and his body was covered
with perspiration. His arms trembling, Dave lowered himself onto Tony's
perspiration and cum covered body. Unknown to Dave, Tony was so enthralled and
turned on by Dave's performance that he experienced a second orgasm with ease and
blasted more of his intimate juices onto his abdomen.

Dave's mind and body were headed into recovery mode following such an
intense, mind-blowing orgasm. As he lay on top of Tony's chest, his consciousness
fading, Dave had the feeling he was falling, falling, falling. But he wasn't
afraid because he was being held securely by two strong arms. And then he slept.

Tony's second climax was not as intense as his first one but it was just as
satisfying. He'd watched Dave through his complete performance and was
astounded by it. When Dave collapsed onto his chest, Tony wrapped his arms around him
and held him securely, then he rolled them to his right and gently lowered
Dave to the mattress. Tony lay quietly for a few moments, fighting the same sleep
Dave had already escaped into.

"You're awesome, absolutely awesome! You gave me everything you had! Ohh...
how do I repay you?" Sleep claimed him.


After about twenty-five minutes, Dave entered that transition zone between
sleep and being awake. He was immediately enveloped in a feeling of peace,
happiness and euphoria and for a couple of seconds he imagined he was resting
safely in Paul's arms. But then... he knew better. With his eyes closed, Dave began
to clarify his situation. His right hand was resting in a bed of soft, curly
hair. His head was resting on a firm shoulder with his shoulder tucked snugly
into an armpit. He could feel the chest rise and fall in slumber, he could hear
another heartbeat, and he could smell the aroma of `man.' Dave knew that man
was Tony and the feeling of peace, happiness and euphoria lingered. He took a
deep breath and slowly released it in one long sigh.

`Lord, please let this be real,' Dave prayed. `I've missed this oh so much.
I could stay like this forever. But I won't ask; it's too early. Give it ti
me; be patient.' Dave sensed that Tony's breathing was changing and he was
beginning to stir. He decided not to move, to pretend he was still asleep in the
hope that he could stay like this much longer.

Tony's eyes fluttered open and it took him a few seconds to orient himself. A
smile crossed his face and he looked down at Dave. Using his left hand, he
brushed the hair from Dave's forehead, leaned down and kissed it gently.

"How did I get so lucky?" Tony asked in a soft whisper, thinking Dave was
still sleeping. "I've been fighting what I am for years and when I finally decide
to let go and find out what it's all about I link up with you. This is almost
too good to be true. Look at you. You're the handsomest man I've ever seen...
and you got a really cute ass."

At that point Dave wanted to shout. That was the first time anyone ever
described him as handsome; he could live with the cute ass label. It required all
of his strength to remain quiet. And Tony continued.

"Oh look, you're still wearing your raincoat," Tony said, referring to the
condom handing half off of Dave's flaccid penis. Tony reached down, removed it
and dropped it over the side of the bed. Then he tenderly took Dave's
cum-soaked instrument in his hand. "Even soft you're big." Tony was comparing their
tools. "It's not fair, I'm at least three inches taller than you and outweigh
you by about thirty-five pounds yet you have the bigger cock. It's not fair."

That was too much for Dave, he giggled.

"Hey, how long you been awake?" Tony demanded.

"Hey," Dave chuckled, "I think I came around when you began fondling the
merchandise. Did I hear you complaining about something not being fair? And all
this time I thought you liked what I had." Dave was looking up into Tony's eyes
and smiling, about to burst out laughing.

"Not complaining, making an observation." Tony smiled and started to laugh.

"Well you don't have anything to be ashamed about," Dave laughed and he
reached down and tenderly folded his hand around Tony's soft prick. Tony's stomach
chose that moment to growl. "I think somebody's trying to send a message
he's hungry. What say I hop in the shower and then start fixing us something to
eat?"

Two things were on Dave's mind. One, he and Tony were still lying together in
complete relaxation holding each other's penises. Tony had not made any move
to cut and run -- that was a good sign. And two, although he would enjoy
showering with Tony, Dave felt it might be a wise idea to give Tony some space. By
backing off now and at the same time offering to fix dinner for the two of
them, perhaps he could keep Tony interested.

"That's okay, Dave, I can catch something at McDonald's or..."

"Look, I gotta cook something and you'll be saving me from eating alone."
Dave raised his eyebrows forming a question. "Think about it while I hop in the
shower. Then decide after you shower, we both smell pretty ripe," Dave
chuckled.

"Okay, I'll think while you shower."

"Uh... you have to let go, I'm not leaving that behind," Dave chuckled as he
looked down at his cock which was still in Tony's grasp. Dave had already
released Tony's.

"Oh... yeah, sorry," Tony responded, a little embarrassed, and he released
Dave's cock.

"Just make yourself comfortable, I'll be finished in a few minutes," Dave
said as he crawled toward the end of the bed, the quickest route off, and walked
toward the bathroom. Tony couldn't take his eyes off of Dave's buns; he
watched them until they disappeared through the bathroom door.

`Damn, this is nice,' Tony thought as he stretched out, spread his legs
wide, placed his hands behind his head and relaxed. A big sigh escaped his lungs
and for the first time he felt truly relaxed. Tony began to look around the
room. He was already familiar with the bed and the bathroom to his left. To his
right, at the far end of the room was a comfortable lounge area centered on the
large window. On the right Tony saw a large easy chair covered in light-brown
leather that could easily accommodate two people. Centered on the window was
a round table, tall enough and large enough to be used for eating. On the left
were two wingback chairs covered in an attractive large print tapestry fabric
and between them was a small table with a lamp on it. Behind the wing chairs,
on the East wall, Tony saw a large picture. Wondering what it was, he got out
of bed and began walking across the room to have a look.

As he passed the chest of drawers he noticed a framed photograph of two men,
one whom was Dave. `He looks younger, wonder when this was taken? And who's
the other guy? He sure is good looking. Maybe there's another man? He looks
like stiff competition. Well, don't worry about it.' Tony continued toward the
large picture on the wall.

"Well, I'll be damned. `The Bathers!' Wonder where he got that?" Tony stood
quietly, enjoying the print. Then he heard the shower stop and he scurried
back to the bed, hopped in and pulled the sheet up until it covered his privates.
He didn't know why, but for just a moment he was moved by a feeling of
modesty. `How stupid, Anthony Nickolas!' he thought.

Dave walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a large towel that hung
down his front and inadequately covering his body in a tantalizing way. He
noticed that Tony was lying on the bed with the sheet covering his groin but he
said nothing. `Damn he's tempting but leave him alone.' Dave went straight to
the chest, found a clean pair of boxer briefs, stepped into them and pulled
them on. Next he found a T-shirt that had "Men's Health" on the front of it and
turned to Tony.

"The shower's all yours. There's a towel on the wall next to the shower; I'm
going to the kitchen to see what I can rustle up." Dave smiled at Tony and
walked out of the bedroom.

`He's probably sexier in those briefs than he is naked,' Tony thought as his
eyes followed Dave out the door. `I shouldn't stay here; if I overstay my
welcome he might not invite me back. But then... he did say he wanted the company,
I suppose it won't hurt to stay for dinner. If I'm lucky maybe he'll let me
get to know him better. Now doesn't that sound a little crazy after what we
just did! Oh well, better get in that shower. I can't even stand my own smell, I
can't imagine how he put up with it.' Tony rolled out of the bed and walked
to the shower.

In the kitchen, Dave found four large boneless chicken breasts that he'd
bought at the grocery story last evening. Normally he would fix all four and
freeze three so he could nuke them later. Tonight he would only freeze two. Dave
turned the oven on to 400 degrees then got a baking sheet from the cabinet and
sprayed it with vegetable oil. Then he poured some olive oil in a small plate
and rolled the chicken breasts in it until they were coated. Next Dave rolled
the chicken in some seasoned breadcrumbs until they were completely covered and
he placed them on the baking sheet, added salt, pepper, and a dash of garlic
salt. He was just sliding the baking sheet into the oven when Tony walked into
the kitchen. Dave closed the oven door and turned to look at his guest.

Tony was dressed in the shirt he was wearing when he arrived, and his white
briefs. Of course he hadn't tucked his shirttail into his briefs, that would
have looked stupid. He assumed that if Dave was wearing his briefs, that must be
the dress code. Dave's reaction was to begin getting hard, Tony looked so
sexy dressed like that.

"Ya wanna give me a hand?" Dave asked.

"Sure, what can I do?" Tony asked. `I can give you two hands if you like,
right on your butt,' he thought and he could feel the blood beginning to fill his
cock, but not too much.

"Look up in that cabinet right there," Dave pointed, "and you'll find some
dishes then place them on that table over there." Dave nodded toward the kitchen
table. Tony found the dishes and placed them on the table.

"I guess we'll need something to eat with, where's the silverware?"

"In that drawer over there, right below where you found the dishes," Dave
replied as he got a small pan from another cabinet, placed some water in it and
set it on the range. He opened the door to the freezer compartment and asked,
"What's your poison, broccoli, green beans, or mixed veggies?"

"Broccoli," came Tony's answer. "Love that stuff!"

"Me too," Dave responded. He picked up the package of broccoli, closed the
freezer door and opened the refrigerator side. "Can you handle a Miller Lite?"

Tony was now seated at the kitchen table and he looked at Dave. "Isn't that
what got me in trouble last Friday?" He smiled.

"Yeah, but I'll put a limit on ya," Dave chuckled.

`Put anything on me you want, handsome man,' Tony thought. "Miller Lite is
great, thanks." He stood up and walked to where Dave was removing the beer from
the fridge. He took both beers, set them on the counter and popped them open,
then handed one to Dave. Without knowing why, both men raised the cans in a
mock toast then took a long drink. Tony wanted to grab Dave, kiss him and
fondle his entire body -- his groin ached. He turned around, walked back to the
table and sat down.

Dave walked into the hallway leading to the garage and opened the door to the
pantry. He selected a jar of applesauce, closed the pantry door and stepped
back into the kitchen. "Like applesauce?"

"Great!" was Tony's reply. "Would you like me to pour us some water?"

"Yeah, the glasses are right up there and the ice and water are in the
freezer door." Dave seemed to have everything under control. The water in the pan
was beginning to boil so he tore open the package of broccoli and dumped it in.
He got a couple of bowls from the cabinet and placed them on the counter next
to the applesauce. "Would you please open the sauce and pour it into these
bowls?"

"With pleasure," Tony replied as he set the glasses on the table. `God, why
am I enjoying this so much?' he thought as he twisted open the top of the jar,
then poured the applesauce into the bowls.

A moment later the timer `dinged' announcing that the chicken was done. Dave
removed the chicken from the oven and moved two pieces to a separate plate
and carried it to the table. He would freeze the other two. Then he dipped the
broccoli from the pan into a serving bowl and they were ready to sit down to
dinner. It was thirty minutes maximum since Dave began fixing dinner until he
and Tony were seated.

Dave bowed his head in silence for just a moment, then looked up to see Tony
doing the same thing. When Tony raised his head, they smiled at each other.

"Help yourself to the chicken while I do the broccoli," Dave offered. Tony
hesitated momentarily then picked up the chicken and moved a piece to his plate.
After all, he was the guest. While he did that, Dave spooned some broccoli to
his plate then they traded. Tony picked up his fork with his left hand and
his knife with his right, cut off a piece of chicken and placed it in his mouth.
After chewing for a moment he was ready to comment.

"Damn, Dave, this is great! Do you eat like this all the time?"

"Normally, I'll freeze those other two pieces for later. When I cook I try to
make enough for several meals and reheat them later." Dave placed a bite in
his mouth and chewed for a minute in silence. "Let me guess, you're stuck with
a Big Mac or a Burger King, or something like that."

"Yeah, it's not the greatest but at least I don't starve."

"So you've been working for Sam for about two weeks? From you're haircut I'd
already guessed you'd been in the military and your tattoo was a dead
giveaway. When did you get out of the Marines?" Dave's question was hopefully a
lead-in to a more in-depth discussion about Tony's past and present.

"Yeah, I got out about three and a half weeks ago. I didn't have any plans
and needed a job. My brother-in-law referred me to Sam and I got the job."

"Where are you from originally?" Dave felt more comfortable asking such a
personal question because Tony had been so forthcoming with his previous answer,
more than a one-word response.

"I grew up over on the coast; I'm the youngest of five kids. My sister's the
oldest and then there are three brothers. How about you?"

"That's a big family!" Dave observed. "I have a sister, two years older. She
and her family live only a few miles from here. They have twin boys - 6, a
third son -- 4, and a two and a half month old daughter. My parents live about an
hour south of here. We all get together quite often."

"Your family uh... knows?"

"You mean that I'm gay? Yes." Dave said it so casually and with such
confidence that it surprised Tony. Dave was about to ask Tony if his family knew but
decided to wait and let him volunteer that information on his own. Tony didn't
reply; he took a bite of broccoli and sat staring at his plate.

After a couple of minutes of silence Tony placed his fork on his plate and
looked up at Dave. "The answer is `Yes,'" he said.

"Okay... and the question is?"

"Last Saturday you asked me if I was gay. The answer is `yes,' but I suppose
you've already figured that out. I just couldn't admit it.

"Then I presume you're not out," Dave more or less asked.

"You're the only person I've ever told that to... or admitted it too either."
Tony looked down at his plate then looked back at Dave. "Ya know, it doesn't
feel as bad as I thought it was going to. Like, I mean, you know, you... you've
made it kind of easy for me." Tony wasn't crying but a tear rolled down his
left cheek. Dave reached his right hand across the table and took hold of Tony's
left hand and smiled sympathetically at him, like he truly understood. Tony
squeezed Dave's hand to acknowledge Dave's sympathy.

They finished eating and washed the dishes together. The casual atmosphere
helped Tony relax and he began talking. It was like Dave had opened a floodgate
and a lot of bottled up feelings came pouring out. Dave got them another beer
and they moved into the Great Room and sat on one of the sofas facing each
other and talked some more. Tony essentially told Dave his complete life story,
including his moment of weakness over three months ago that resulted in him
leaving the Marines.

The time was past 1:00 AM when Tony looked at his watch. "Oh shit, I need to
be going!" he exclaimed.

"You're welcome to stay here; it's too late to be going out," Dave offered.

Tony stared at Dave for a moment. "I'm not exactly wide awake and not exactly
stone cold sober but if I stay, will I be taken advantage of?" He looked like
he was trying to keep a straight face when he said that.

"I can't predict the future, but you decide if it's worth the risk," Dave
was smiling, actually it was more of a suggestive smirk.

"Well..." Tony paused, "I'm an adult, I guess it's worth the risk." Now he was
definitely smiling. The evening of completely open conversation seemed to
have allowed Tony to build total trust in Dave.

Dave stood up and offered Tony his hand. Tony grasped it and let Dave help
him out of the sofa, although he needed no help. Dave released Tony's hand,
stepped up to the hallway, turned to his left and walked toward the bedroom. Tony
followed and fought the urge to reach out and touch Dave.

Dave walked straight into the bathroom, opened a drawer and handed Tony a
toothbrush. "Compliments of the house," Dave joked. Tony laughed. They brushed
their teeth together then stepped up to the urinal and pissed together. The
longer that took, the harder it became because their members were beginning to
erect.

"Installing this urinal was a stroke of genius, Dave, whose idea was it?"

"The same genius who just gave you a toothbrush," Dave smiled up at Tony.
Tony chuckled.

Tony followed Dave back into the bedroom where Dave shucked his T-shirt but
left his boxer briefs on; Tony did the same. Dave used the bedside control
panel to extinguish all of the house lights and activate the alarm system. The
instant the lights went out, the room was illuminated by the moonlight. Dave
walked around to his side of the bed and lay on his back. Actually, Dave normally
slept on the side nearest the bathroom but he had relinquished it to Tony
earlier and it just felt natural to leave things that way. Tony lay down on his
back and stared at the ceiling. Both men lay quietly for several minutes, each
listening to the other breathe.

"Dave... you awake?" Tony asked in a soft voice.

"Yeah..." Dave replied softly.

"What's it like... being gay?"

"That's a pretty broad question..." Dave began.

"Well, like, what I mean is... what kind of life do you have? Do you have lots
of friends? Does everybody know? You're the first real person I've known
who's gay."

Dave didn't answer for a few moments; he needed to consider his answer.
"Tony, can we sleep on that? I wanna make sure I answer it correctly, give it lots
of time."

"Sure, Dave, let's sleep on it.

"Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Join me in the middle?" Dave got his answer when he heard Tony scooting
toward the middle of the bed and he began scooting there himself. They kind of
crashed into each other, which brought laughter to the darkened room. It only
took seconds for them to wrap themselves in each other's arms. A soft kiss
followed, not the throat probing kind but a tender kiss of intimate dimensions, one
that spoke volumes without saying a word.

"Turn over," Tony directed. It sounded more like a request and Dave obliged.
Tony pulled Dave back against him into the spoon position Dave had so loved
with Paul.

Neither man was aware when either of them went to sleep.

*******

(To be continued.)