Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 16:51:05 -0400
From: evanstories@bigstring.com
Subject: "The Two Davids"

"THE TWO DAVIDS"
by Evan Schafer

Copyright 2008 Evan Schafer.

DISCLAIMER: This piece of fiction is based on the two final contestants of
American Idol Season 7, David Cook and David Archuleta.  The following
story is completely fictional, and does not represent the sexual
orientation of either individual.  It is strictly for pleasure purposes
ONLY and is not meant to be taken otherwise.  The story takes place from
Archie's point of view.

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It was the last night on American Idol.  I was prepping in the dressing
room, going over scales and such, also trying to memorize all the material
for that night.  There was a lot to think about - who was going to win, how
everybody (including me and David Cook) would take it, etc.  I was focused
on the prize though, and secretly, I always wanted to win.  Whenever Ryan
Seacrest would ask me something that I knew was the opposite of the truth,
I just simply smiled and lied - something I have become more confident of
doing while on the show.

Yes, you've got it.  I'm David Archuleta - now otherwise known as "Archie"
by the other idols this season, my many fans around the country, and my
close pal David Cook.  Although I'm young, and often times cannot express
myself very well while speaking, I certainly cannot deny the following fact
any longer.  I have been a closet gay for some time now ... maybe 3 or so
years.  Since I was about 13 or 14.  And I found out the night of the
finale, soon after Cook was declared the winner, that he too was a closet
gay.  There were points during the competition when I alluded to this, but
I never made any quick assumptions.  But God forbid I ever let him know
that I was gay.  I couldn't have disgraced myself in front of that piece of
man.

I guess I first time I "knew" that he wasn't like the rest of us (excluding
me) was when we were taking phone calls one of the results nights, and Cook
proudly stated that he was single.  When he was asked by the caller if he
would go on a date with her, his face went blank and said in a very
standoff-ish tone that they would have to "arrange something."  I was
shocked, but once again couldn't show it at risk of letting my secret slip
through my facial expressions.  I took the information he had given the
caller to heart, and locked it inside.

Anyway, I'm going too far back in time now.  The night of the finale,
that's where I started.  Okay, so after I had my makeup done, practiced
some more, and wished all of the other idols good luck, the show started.
It ran through very smoothly, and all of the performances were great.  Then
the moment came when Cook was announced as the winner of Season 7.  I was
so happy for him, and he was happy for me as well - we had both become very
close friends during the course of close to six months.  Who knew that we
would be getting even closer in just a matter of a few short hours after
the finale?  I didn't, that's for sure.  I thought that once he won, he
would ride the midnight hour with drinks and some sluts from downtown Los
Angeles on each of his shoulders.  Boy, was I wrong.  And then I thought
that the press might hound him all night long for his feelings about
winning ... blah, blah, blah.  Wrong again.

Oh, and before I forget, right after Cook won the title of American Idol,
he hugged me tight (our first real embrace), and said "I love you."  I
couldn't believe how much more to the extreme he took that statement
afterward.  But boy was it worth it.

--

We left the Nokia Theatre with escorts to the limousine going back to the
hotel.  Cook and I were the only idols leaving there that night in a limo,
and also because we had been staying at the same hotel in LA, only two
rooms away from each other.  The ride back was somewhat silent, with a few
brief comments from the both of us (less from me, of course).  When we
arrived at the front doors of the hotel, Cook got out first, holding the
door for me.  I got out promptly, and right as I stood up fully on the
pavement below, Cook caught my eye and he was smiling at me with a
mischevious, but relieved smile.  I smiled back, nervous of what he might
say to me, if anything.  But it turned out to be quite innocent.

"Do you want to hang out in my room and watch the show back?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, after a seemingly long pause.

"Great!" he said, "I've got popcorn and soda, so we should be good."

Then his eyebrows lowered into a devious shape, probably something he
didn't intend to do, but I clearly saw.  Once he realized he was doing
that, he stopped and we both walked into the hotel.  The conceirge greeted
us happily, and asked if either of us needed anything.  We both said "no"
at the same time, which caused an almost guaranteed-to-happen belly-laugh
from both of us.  Even the conceirge laughed, but I think he was star
struck more than anything else.

When Cook and I got onto the elevator, that's when it all started.  I had a
feeling he had been waiting to say something to me, and that's why the ride
back to the hotel had been so quiet.  The doors closed, and he pressed the
top floor, even though we were staying three floors below the top.  I moved
over to one side and even though I had sort of "marked" my side, he stayed
near me.  I could smell the sexy scent of his subtle cologne mixed with
that oh-so-natural body odor.  I wanted to fall into his arms right there
and then (and who would've known that he wanted to do the same?), but I
knew I couldn't.  I continued to stay calm.  Then he spoke.

"Archie, you know how I told you I loved you back at the theatre?" he
asked.

"Yeah," I replied quietly, tightening my grip on the golden bar on the
elevator.

"Well ..." he began, "I really meant it."

"I'm sure you did," I said, managing to keep from flinging myself at him.

"No, Archie, I REALLY meant it.  Like ... I love you MORE than just a
friend."

I thought for a moment, taking in what he said.  "What?"

His face then changed from lust to complete terror in two seconds.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that," Cook cried, burying his face
into his arm.

"No, no," I said, grabbing his hand, "It's okay.  I feel the same way."

As he looked up at me, I could feel my heart beating at about 3000 beats
per second.  His sexy, slightly stubbly face smiled at me with that smile
that only David Cook possesses.  For the millions of people who don't know,
when Cook smiles at you, it's like a pleasure bomb goes off inside your
body.

"Do you really?" he asked, "Because I'm fucking obsessed with you.  I have
been since the very first time we met!"

"I couldn't feel any more the same," I said, feeling like that hadn't come
out right.

He sighed.  "Oh good."

Once again he smiled, and now I noticed that my dick was so hard that it
was making a bulge in my pants.  We were getting close to our floor when he
pressed that button instead of letting us go to the top of the hotel.
Before we got out, he said one last thing.

"How about you and I have a little fun?" he said.  This got me so horny, I
wanted to fuck his brains out right there in the elevator.

"Sounds good," I said, probably beaming at him with my childish-looking
smile.

The elevator bonged, and we got off, walking fast down the hallway (to get
away from any fans that might be watching for us, but also to get our
clothes off faster).  Our rooms were very close together, but were down a
few different hallways.  So after we were sure there was no one there, we
ran down the rest of the way hand in hand, laughing.  We got to his front
door and he pressed the numeric code to get in.  Once inside, and the door
was closed and locked, Cook ripped off his shoes, and I did the same.  We
were still standing at the front door, and then without much prior motion,
Cook grabbed my shirt collar and gently pulled me in, while also pushing me
against the door.

"I've been waiting for this moment," he said, with that 'Cook face.'

"Oh, so have I," I said, almost tasting his lips.  Our noses were touching.
I was getting overwhelmed by the sensation of his being that close to me,
as well as the intense (and constantly building) pressure of my dick in my
jeans.

"Then get ready," he said. Then he let go of my shirt collar with one hand
to pull my lips to his, while letting the other hand grip my collar.
Before I knew it our tongues were exploring each others' mouth, making out
like probably no one has ever done before.  Of course I was aware of the
age difference between us, but I couldn't have cared less at that moment.
I was making out with DAVID COOK, for crying out loud!  I was so hot for
him, that I gathered up enough strength to get us both moving toward the
double bed in the middle of the room while still walking.  His eyes were
closed, so I assumed that he trusted me in where we were headed.  But his
moist lips kept on opening, as did mine.

I broke the kiss slowly, and we were standing at the foot of the bed.  He
opened his eyes, and made a facial expression like 'wow, what just
happened?'

"Holy shit, dude," he said, "You're one hell of a kisser."

"Shh," I said, "Let's not ruin it."  He smiled once again, which turned me
on. And I promptly pushed him down onto the bed, his legs hanging over the
edge slightly.  I lowered myself onto him, feeling his hard torso and chest
muscles begin to penetrate my somewhat smaller and skinnier, yet no less
useful, teenage body.  Our cocks were level with each other, and I began to
dry hump his crotch area while still in my jeans.  He made small grunting
noises while I did this, and then he told me to rip his shirt off.

"Rip it off?" I questioned.

"Do it," he said, "I can always get another from my stylist."  I did as he
said, and tore the tight cotton T-shirt off of him, revealing a completely
smooth, acne-free chest (not that I had expected anything else) with two
light brown nipples which I bent down and began to lick slowly ... round
and round ... up and down.  He moaned louder and louder until he pulled my
face back to his and we made out again.  I continued to fondle his nipples
while we made out for about five minutes, and within this time I got my
shirt off somehow ... or he took it off me.  I can't remember since I was
so horny and electrified by the taste of his mouth.

Once we were both half naked, with only the both of our jeans to come off,
we stopped kissing, and I licked my way down to his pelvic area which made
him make small thrusting movements with his torso.  I was getting him off
... I couldn't believe it!  Once I could go no farther with my cock-begging
tongue, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the
floor.  Before I went on, I took off my jeans and threw them clear across
the room, as if I wanted to stay naked in bed with Cook forever.

"Suck my cock, Archie," he said in a lighter, breathier voice than I had
ever heard from him before.

"I'm going to do more than just suck it," I replied.  Without a sound, I
ripped off his tighty-whiteys (they were literally "tighty"-whiteys because
the fabric cupped the beautiful lining of his thick cock), and then slid
off mine and threw them over near my jeans.  When I first caught a glimpse
of that gorgeous piece of meat, I knew I was going to have a ball (no pun
intended).  He must've been 7 or 8 inches while erect.  I wasn't much
smaller, but obviously for someone who's 17 versus 24, there's going to be
somewhat of a difference in size.

I smiled deviously at him, which must have made him equally horny, because
he smiled back the same way.  I leaned down, touched his hard rod for the
first time, and smelled in the thick scent of his pubes.  It made me so
hard that I could feel the pre-cum beginning to exit my shaft.  After a
moment of breathing in his man-smell, I went down on his cock, shoving his
entire 8 inches down my throat.  I heard him gasp for air, and then begin
to moan as I moved my head around with his cock deep in my windpipe.  I
could easily hold it there for about 10 seconds without choking to death,
and then I would come up to breathe.  But every time, Cook understood, and
then gently pushed my head back down to engorge my mouth with his entire
cock.

After about 15 minutes of this, he began to thrust even more violently,
moaning even louder than before.  I knew he was climaxing and was about to
blow his load.  I stopped sucking on his boner and began jerking him off.

"Oh, Archie!  I'm gonna cum!" he said.  And before either of us knew it,
our naked bodies were soaked in his warm semen after he shot about 6 thick
streams of the stuff out of those perfectly round balls.  After he took a
breath, we switched places and he began to suck my cock.  He didn't swallow
it right away, probably to get my hormones even higher than they already
were - but trust me, if they had gone much higher I would have exploded
because of my libido.  I started moaning in the same kind of pattern he had
done when I sucked him, but I was probably getting a lot more pleasure out
of it than he was.  Cook had apparently fucked with other guys before, but
this was all new territory for me, so I was flying around in unicorn and
rainbow land somewhere.

I had only jerked off to spill my load before this encounter with David
Cook, and I was never quite able to suck my own cock (I'm a singer, not a
gymnast).  So I could barely breathe when he started deep-throating my cock
from out of nowhere.  It took me a bit longer to ejaculate since he was
doing this "manually", but eventually I started to feel that unmistakable
tingly feeling in my ball sac.  As he rode his throat up and down my cock,
I could feel the slight sensation of his stubbly face, which made me want
to blow my load right then and there, but I still wasn't ready.  My cock
was hard as a rock, though, so I knew it would happen sometime soon.

Time passed, I moaned, Cook sucked me off ... and I was beginning to feel
my balls scrunch up closer to my dick.  Somewhere between the daze I fell
into and that sensation in my balls, Cook had managed to stick his index
finger into my ass and was moving it around near my prostate in a vibrating
motion.  Then I knew I was ready to shoot my load.

"David, I'm going to cum," I said quietly at first.  He stopped sucking,
and manually started pumping my shaft.

"Oh yeah, shoot that load all over," he said in that deep voice that only
David Cook can use to a sexual advantage.  Well, this killed it.  I was at
the point of no return.  I started squirming around as he pumped me,
moaning louder and louder as the climax shot through my body.  I was
starting to wonder what the people next door to us were thinking was
happening, but that thought exited my mind as soon as it had arrived, and
then I shot my first of several jets of cum.  About 5 of them came out of
me, the last few wetter than the first few, but nevertheless were intense.

"Now that is fucking hot, dude," he said to me.  My cock was sensitive from
the blowjob and the jerk off, but he didn't stop there.  He sucked me for
another minute or so before there was a knock at the door.  This startled
both of us, and we both realized at the same time that we were completely
naked and basically on top of each other.

"Just a minute!" Cook called out to the unknown visitor.  "Quick, Archie,
get your clothes on!"

We both got our jeans and shirts back on, forgetting about our underwear
for the moment.  Cook went over to the door and peered through the
peephole.

"It's Jason and Michael," he said quietly.  "Well, this is going to be an
interesting night."

David opened the door while I sat down on the bed.  Jason Castro and
Michael Johns came inside ... and well, the rest I'll leave for your
imagination to figure out.

THE END