Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2005 08:14:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #48 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story. One of two boys loving each other. So the same disclaimer applies. If you can't handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage, then now is the time to leave. If you continue reading after that admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible. There could also be incidents of unprotected sex. As always, I don't condone this practice - especially in this day and age. Yes, I know I haven't answered my email for a while. Wanted to get this chapter written first...:-) So, to all those who have written - replies are forthcoming. Take care, and be safe. Enjoy. Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 47 "You're no fun," Greg answered, and shook his hips slightly, then pulled himself into his bunk. "Night, Dave, thanks." "No sweat, night." David listened as Greg shifted above him until he found a comfortable position. After a few minutes, David heard the soft snores from his roommate. He smiled to himself and drifted back into dreamland. LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #48 - Hard Decisions David was waiting for his roommate the following afternoon when he returned from class. "Hey, Greg. I've got something for ya." "Oh?" Greg answered. "Yeah, take off your shirt," David answered. Greg shucked off his shirt as David soaked a corner of a washcloth with lighter fluid. "Sit," David ordered, gesturing toward the desk chair. Greg sat and David started scrubbing the markered chest with the washcloth. "Hey, take it easy," Greg complained as David scrubbed. "Want this off or not?" "Okay, okay," his roommate grinned as David continued to work. Greg fell silent as the black marks began to fade under the action of the cloth and lighter fluid. "It won't get it all, but it'll take most of it off," David advised as he worked. Greg grimaced as the cloth rubbed roughly over his left nipple. "Ow, shit, that burns." "Sorry, man, maybe we shouldn't worry with that part. You'll just have black nipples," David laughed. "No, go ahead. I want this off." "Alright, if you insist," David responded, going back to work, a little more gingerly. He smiled as he saw Greg's nipples get hard under the attention. After a few minutes, David had done what he could. The marker had faded to a shadow on Greg's torso under the redness caused by the washcloth. "Well, that's it," he said, standing up and taking a step back. Greg looked down and nodded. "Not bad, thanks." "No sweat. You oughta take a shower before someone lights ya." "Yeah, good idea," Greg replied as he stood up and stripped off to his briefs. David noticed the bulge in the crotch as Greg retrieved his shower stuff, but didn't say a word. "Be back in a few, unless ya wanna join me." "Nah, got some stuff to do." "Okay, suit yourself," Greg smiled as he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed toward the door. David tossed him the washcloth. "Chuck that in the basket while you're there." Greg nodded and was gone. David sighed softly and sat on his bed. His attention span in class today had been nonexistent. He had been thinking of the previous night's incident. Not the punch, that was his own stupidity for stepping into it, but what had happened afterward. It could have gone farther, David realized. Another thing he realized was that at that moment, he kind of wanted it to. The harsh light of day had brought yet another realization - a sobering one - if it had gone further, what the hell would he have told Chad? That's what he thought about during his classes. "Dumb, dumb, dumb," he chastised himself again softly. He'd definitely have to talk to Greg sometime soon, before anything else happened. Shaking his head, David rose from his bed and sat at his desk, opening a textbook. A few minutes later, Greg re-entered the room. David remained focused on his reading as Greg put his stuff away and slipped on a pair of jeans. He tensed as Greg's hands then rested on his shoulders, rubbing slightly. "Thanks," Greg said from behind him. "Umm, no sweat. Look okay?" "See for yourself." David turned slightly to look at his shirtless roomie. The writing was still visible, but barely. "Good deal." Then he turned back to his book. Greg's hand continued to rub his shoulders. "Ummm, Greg, not to be an asshole or anything, but could you like stop that? It feels good, but I really have to study." "Yeah, okay, sorry." The hands gave one final squeeze then were gone. "I oughta get some studying done too." For the next hour, the two focused on their studies, interrupted only by a knock on the door. "So, you two bookworms wanna go to dinner?" Vic asked when David opened the door. "I am kinda hungry," David replied. Then he glanced at Greg. "How about you?" "Yeah sure, let's go. Let me get a shirt on." They picked up Mark along the way as they walked to the dining hall, David lost in thought as the other three joked around. "So what's up with you?" Vic asked, dropping back to meet David's pace. "Huh? Oh," David grinned sheepishly, "sorry, just thinking, that's all." "No shit, Sherlock," Vic laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. "Everything worked out?" "Yeah, we made nice," David grinned back. "Good." David nodded and quickened his pace to catch up with the others. Dinner passed normally, if the food and company could be considered normal, David thought and grinned. As they reached the dorm, Mark said, "Well, I gotta hit the library. Anyone wanna come?" Greg nodded. "Yeah, got to do some research." "Okay, just don't hit me," Mark laughed. "No problem, catch ya later, Dave." "Yeah, later." As the other two walked toward the library after retrieving their books from their respective rooms, Dave said his farewells to Vic and entered his own room. He studied for almost 45 minutes before the thoughts of last night began to invade again. The problem was that his mind was working overtime, thinking of what could have happened. He needed a cold shower or something, he thought wryly. "Something," he mumbled to himself, dropping the blinds and locking the door. He grabbed a dirty shirt out of his closet and reclined on his bed and pushed his jeans to his knees. This was going to have to be quick. He didn't want Greg interrupting him, who knew where that would go? He grasped his erection, closed his eyes and ran the events of the previous evening through his mind as he stroked. Coupled with the remembrance of Greg's nude body, which he had seen plenty of times, it didn't take him long until his was gasping in orgasm. His release shot out of his dick and soaked into the fabric of the shirt he had draped across his stomach. The pleasant afterglow faded, replaced by a strong feeling of guilt. What the hell was he doing? Jerking off to thoughts of his roommate? "Shit," he mumbled, pulling up his jeans. He returned the shirt to the dirty laundry basket, and once again sat on his bed, chin resting in his hands. Then David reclined on his back on his bunk. He was still in this position when Greg returned from the library. "What's wrong? You sick?" "No, just thinking." "Oh," Greg replied, then sat in the edge of David's bunk. He patted David's stomach, leaving his hand in place. David shot a glance at Greg's hand, then at his face. He reached for Greg's hand, and removed it from his stomach. Greg's smile dropped as David placed his hand back on his own leg. "Look Greg," he began, then swallowed audibly. "What's wrong?" "Umm, well, man, I can't." "Can't what?" I just can't, okay? Look, we've become pretty good friends, but that's all it is, okay?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Greg asked softly, his hand reaching out to David's shoulder. "Just stop, okay?" "Stop what?" David flinched as Greg's hand dropped to his shoulder. David began to feel extremely uncomfortable. How was he going to do this without pissing off his roommate. Greg's hand was squeezing his shoulder gently. Enough was enough. David slid out from under Greg's hand and sat up, his back against the wall. "Greg, listen, it's not that I don't like your, ummm, massages, but people will start to talk, ya know?" "Nobody here but us." "Yeah, but....look, I have someone at home, okay?" "You think I'm queer?" Greg asked in a low, tight voice. "No, I don't, man. Really. And I really wouldn't care if you were. Just that other people might think so, and I don't want you to go through any of that. You think being poled was bad, just think what would happen if people started to think that you were." Greg sighed, his expression changing slightly from anger to thoughtfulness. "I just appreciate what you've done for me, that's all." "Yeah, I know, man. I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." "Okay, you sure you don't think I'm....?" David smiled. "Nah, just friendly, that's all." "Okay, that's all it is." "Yep," David nodded. "We okay?" "Yeah, peachy," David chuckled. "Cool," Greg replied, getting up off David's bunk. "Not mad are ya?" "Nah, why would I be?" "No reason, just didn't want to be punched again," David laughed. Greg answered his laugh with his own, and sat on his desk chair. "I AM sorry about that, but you walked into it." "Yeah, I know. One of my poorer decisions." Greg chuckled and swung around on his chair, opening a book. "Gonna get a little more studying done before bed, have a test next week." "Sounds like a good idea," David answered, sliding off his bed and into his own desk chair. The two studied for the next few hours, before turning in. This time each in his own bunk. David smiled as he drifted off to sleep. The next few weeks passed relatively uneventfully. He and Greg had reached a middle ground. David didn't care if his roommate liked guys or girls, and Greg seemed to realize that fact. There were times when Greg began to slip back into previous actions, but those times were becoming fewer and further between. David still was able to observe Greg in the shower, and that would have to do. And, he thought with a grin, Greg's eyes wandered too. Chad's last letter was full of "I can't wait for Thanksgiving's" and barely disguised innuendoes. He had obviously tried to get his parents to agree to having David spend his break there, but was foiled by the original agreement they and David had made. His last letter bemoaned the fact that he had pushed a little too far and was grounded until after the actual holiday. That meant David had almost a week before he and Chad could get together. David grimaced slightly, that was going to be an interesting week. He had decided to try again to stay with his parents, at least until things started getting out of hand. He was dead sure they would at some point, but David would cross that bridge when he came to it. Classes were over for David on Tuesday morning. The dorm was a beehive of activity as other students prepared to leave for break. Greg had left that morning, and David wondered how he was faring on the bus ride. Mark and Vic stopped in that afternoon to say their own goodbyes, then were gone. By dinnertime, the dorm was almost empty. David was going to leave in the late morning the next day, decreasing the time he'd have to spend at his parents'. He spent the evening in the library, then went back to the dorm where he slept dreamlessly. The drive Wednesday morning was the typical boring interstate with the music turned up as loud as he could stand. He had made up his mind not to worry about what was going to happen, just take it as it came. They always ate Thanksgiving dinner at his grandparents', which was a definite high point. David was still smiling as he pulled to a stop behind his father's pickup. His father walked out of the door as he got out of the car and stretched. "Hello, David, could you move your car? I have to run into town for a few minutes." "Sure, no problem," David replied. "Nice to see you, too," he mumbled under his breath as he got back into his car and pulled into the space his father had vacated. "So, what's for dinner?" David yelled as he walked into the kitchen. "We just ate. Do you want something? I'll fix you something," his mother replied, smiling as she walked out of the living room. "Nah, I ate on the way up. But thanks." "Are you sure? You look like you've lost some weight." David chuckled. "It's okay, mom, really." "Well, if you're sure." "I am. Where's Lynn?" "She'll be home in a few minutes," his mother replied, then became serious. "Are you staying here or at the Murrays'?" "Well, the Murrays' are kinda busy, so I thought I'd give here a shot." "Good, it'll be okay, David." "Hope so." "It WILL be. It's good to have you home." They walked into the living room and chatted until the rest of the family got home. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, the conversation jumping from one subject to the other. David yawned and looked at the clock. "Man, it's like eleven. I need to hit the sack." "Well, good night, David," his father said. "Good to have you home." "Yeah, be it ever so humble," David grinned and walked back to his old bedroom. A few minutes later, Lynn knocked on the door. "Come on in, ugly." Lynn snorted as she opened the door. "Lookin' in the mirror again?" "Yeah, your picture is hanging there." Lynn rolled her eyes and sat in the desk chair as David unpacked. "So, how's it going?" "Not bad, the courses are kinda rough this year, but I'm still hangin' in there." "Still having problems with the roommate?" "Not really. Got some things worked out. It's a peaceful coexistence." "Heard from the kid lately?" "Yeah, a couple of letters back and forth. He's grounded til after the weekend, though." "Sucks to be him, huh?" Lynn laughed. "Yeah it does. So how are things with you, Uglier Than Normal?" "I'll let that slide for now," Lynn warned. "But things are okay." "Still seeing, ummmm, Jay?" Lynn grinned at his hesitation. "Yes, I am." "Any babies?" "Shut up, Dave. You know, if you weren't my favorite brother...." "I'm your only brother. Makes me way more important." "In YOUR mind, maybe." David smiled, he enjoyed talking with Lynn - now. Hard to believe they were at each other's throats a few years ago. He sighed softly. "You know, well, I kinda like you now." Lynn placed her hands on her hips. "Well, it's about time." Then she laughed. "You ain't so bad yourself, for a dweeb." "Yeah, yeah, so how have things been going?" "Okay, I guess. Dad's bowling like four nights a week now, so don't see him much. Mom's doing okay. And I'm beautiful." "Oh please, I wouldn't go that far. Jay would, but I don't wanna get into that whole thing." "One of these days, you'll realize I'm right," Lynn joked. "For once," David scoffed. "Well, I'm gonna let you get some beauty sleep, you really need it, you know." "Well, it's hard to improve on perfection, but I'll try," David laughed. Lynn said her goodnights, and David slipped under the blankets. His last coherent thought was the fact that his dad still hadn't come home. Mentally shrugging, he slipped into sleep. The next morning was bustling as David's family prepared to head to his grandparents' for dinner. As David walked to his car, his father asked, "Why do you want to waste the gas driving yourself?" David shrugged. "Well, I might not want to leave when you guys do." His father opened his mouth to reply, then Lynn interrupted, "C'mon, let's go." His father shot him another look, then slid into the driver's seat of the family car. David gave Lynn an appreciative smile and chuckled as she slid into the passenger's seat. "What do you think you're doing?" "Well, thought I could take some driving lessons from you," Lynn replied. "Yeah, need all the help you can get." David grinned, backed out of the driveway and followed his parents as he and Lynn chatted over the music. His grandparents' house smelled wonderful. He gave Nanny a hug and retired to the living room while the 'girls' finished preparing the meal. A few hours later, still stuffed until he was almost groaning, David said his goodbyes to his parents and Lynn as they left for home. "Dessert?" his grandmother asked. "I have apple pie, and there's still some pumpkin left." "Oh man, I couldn't find room," David smiled ruefully as he patted his stomach. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, David," she responded, lighting a cigarette. "As always." "So how is your young friend, Chad?" "Fine, I guess, he kind of got grounded until after the weekend." "Well, he's got ornery written all over him. I could see it in his eyes." David laughed. "Yeah, he is that. Good kid though." His grandmother nodded and took a drag off her cigarette. "Yes, he is a good boy. I like him." "I couldn't tell, Nanny." "Pshaw, David, shouldn't tease your old grandmother." "Why not? What's good for the goose, you know." "Well, when you see him...you ARE going to see him while your home, aren't you?" At David's nod, she continued, "Tell him I said hello." "I will, guaranteed." "Well, young man, if I hear that you didn't, there will be trouble. You should bring him up again while you're home." "Well, I think you scared him last time," David laughed. She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray before looking at him seriously. "David, be a good friend, okay? I think he needs one of those." David only nodded, then the conversation moved on to other topics. It was dark when he stood to say goodbye. "Well, don't forget where we live, and I have plenty of food left over. That should bring you back anyway." David laughed and hugged her tightly. "I will, and I'll try to talk Chad into coming along." "Just remember what I said, David." "How could I forget?" "Because you're absentminded." "I love you too." "Good night, David." "Night, Nanny, thanks." When he got back to his parents', he took notice his father's truck was once again gone. "He got called into work," his mother answered his questioning look. "On Thanksgiving?" "Well, it's triple time, so he didn't turn it down." "Oh, okay. Where's Lynn?" "She went to Jay's for a little while. I don't know what she sees in him." "Well, I guess you don't have to. As long as she's happy." "I guess you're right. So how was your visit?" They sat in the living room and caught up on what was happening here at home and at college. The conversation flowed easily for the next hour until David started to yawn. "I think I'm going to hit the sack." "Okay, David, I'll just wait up for Lynn. Night." "Night." He slept late the next day, waking to find his mother the only one home. He took a shower and fixed himself breakfast, watching his mother out the kitchen window as she hosed off the window screens in preparation for storing them for the winter. Breakfast finished, he slipped into the basement to get the wheelbarrow and check on the woodstove. He noticed with a sad smile that the mattress and boxspring were stripped bare and leaned against the wall. David opened the basement doors and lifted the wheelbarrow up the steps. "What are you doing?" his mother asked. David smiled and started pushing the wheelbarrow toward the woodpile. "Just gonna stock up a little. Since dad's not home." His mother nodded and went back to her task. He dumped a dozen loads of wood at the basement door and began carrying it downstairs, stacking it neatly next to the firewood already there. His mother called down the steps from the hallway. "David, phone." "'Kay, be right there," he yelled back as he tossed a piece of wood into the stove. David walked upstairs and took the phone from his mother. "Hello?" "Dave, hey, how was Thanksgiving? Mom said I could call you. Is that okay? You're not busy or anything, are you?" David laughed. "Hey kiddo. It was fine, more than okay, and just got done bringing in wood." "Huh?" David sighed then chuckled. "Just answered your questions." "Oh, well, anyway, I'm glad you're home." David glanced around, noticing his mother had gone back outside. "Me too, Chad. But kinda wish we were camping right now." Chad laughed on the other end of the connection. "Well, me too kinda, but mom said you could come over for a little while. If you want to." "Thought you were grounded?" "I am, but I've kinda been bugging her." "What am I gonna do with you?" "Keep me?" Chad laughed in reply. "I guess, as long as the guarantee is still good." "Yeah. So, you coming over?" "I dunno, kiddo," David teased. "Kinda busy." "You said you weren't." "Okay, okay, give me a few minutes to clean up, okay?" "Cool, okay, see you then." "No sweat," David answered into the dial tone. Well, one thing hadn't changed, he laughed to himself and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands and change into cleaner clothes. ****************************************************************************** Okay, as usual, Chad deserves his own chapter. The next one will be fairly long, and of course, Chapter 50 will be the end of this part of David's life. Hopefully, you all have enjoyed "This Is Your Life." lol Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com Fup