Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2006 05:58:19 -0800 (PST) From: D B Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #58 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. Okay, so I admit, I'm addicted to Hearts. When I read Stephen King's Hearts in Atlantis, I could relate - although it didn't become quite the obsession with me. Take care, and be safe. Fup FROM CHAPTER 57 "Penny a point?" David asked. "Sure why not?" Mark agreed. "We'll be right there," answered David, unlocking their room door. "Bring money," Mark stated as the door closed behind them. LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #58 - Friends or ...? "Okay, so no table?" David asked good naturedly. "What else do you want, beer and pretzels?" Mark retorted. "Dancing girls?" Vic added. "Just deal the damn cards," David laughed as the four settled onto the floor. "Okay Greg, we'll play a couple dry hands so you get the idea," Mark offered. "Cool, okay." The cards were dealt and the three explained the rules of the game. They played three dry hands until Greg seemed to get the idea, then started. "Okay Greg, you need to pass me three," David reminded his roomie. "Before you look at the ones you got," he added laughing. "Watch him, Greg," Vic grinned. "He's not bad." "That's why I didn't bring any money," David laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure," Mark replied. "Careful with that big head." "You been peeking in the shower again?" David laughed. "Shut up and go." "All right, no need to get uppity," David smiled. "Hey, one thing," Vic asked. "We playing the Jack of Diamonds?" "The Jack of Diamonds?" Greg asked. Mark chuckled, "Never mind the Jack, we'll survive. Don't wanna overload Greggie's small brain." "Man, I thought there was something you didn't tell me," Greg said. "There's a lot we haven't told you," Vic grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Oh great, I'm doomed," Greg moaned. "You were doomed as soon as you got Dave as a roomie. Thought you knew that," Mark joked. David raised his eyebrows at Mark's lay down. "Shootin' the moon, are we?" "Who me?" Mark replied innocently. David smiled at Greg's quizzical expression. "The dweeb has taken every trick this hand. Now he leads the King of Hearts." "Hey, it's the first hand. Why would I try that?" "Uh huh," David replied, looking at his hand. Greg had passed him a novice set of cards, including the Ace of Hearts. "I got stoppers, man." He played the ace, grinning. "Take the stupid trick," Mark groused. "Thanks, I will." The game continued for a few more hands and the four of them reclined on their sides, chatting and challenging each other as the game progressed. Greg soon got into the swing of the game and it became more challenging. David learned his lesson when he played a hand wrong and Greg ended up shooting the moon. Mark and Vic laughed at David's chagrined expression. "The boy learns quick," Vic chuckled. "Guess so," David replied, winking at Greg. Greg smiled and dealt. "I learn a lot of stuff quick," he replied, winking back. "Oh jeez, NOW they're winking at each other," Mark teased. "I think we're being taken, Vic." "No, no," Greg replied. "Just messin', Greg," Vic smiled. The game finished about an hour later with Vic reaching the points three ahead of David, 18 before Mark, and 27 before Greg. "Well, what are ya gonna do with your 48 cents?" David asked, tossing his three pennies on the floor and sitting up with a groan. "Add it to future winnings and get a car," Vic laughed. "Sure, dream on," Mark groused. "Well, guys it's been real, it's been fun, it's been real fun," David said standing up and stretching. "Next game, our room." "Home field advantage?" Mark asked. "Whatever it takes," David grinned, moving his head side to side, trying to ease out the kinks. He held out his hand to Greg, who grasped it and pulled himself to his feet. David thought he felt a squeeze, but ignored it. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Vic replied, getting to his feet. "Well, roomie?" David asked Greg. "Fun, I liked it." "Cool. Well, since these guys need all the beauty sleep they can get, we'll depart these fine surroundings," David laughed, mock bowing to his hosts. "Oh, by the way, there's a pair of underwear under Mark's bed." "Only you would notice something like that," Mark retorted. "Red ones," David continued. "I don't own a pair of red ones." "Well, there's a pair of red undies under the bed," David reiterated, gingerly reaching under the bunk and pinching the item in question between his first two fingers, pulling them out. "Ohhh, silk panties," David laughed. "Mark, I didn't know." "Shut up," Mark replied, snagging them out of David's hand, blushing furiously. David raised his eyebrows at Greg. "Never know what lurks in your neighbor's mind." "Shut up, Dave. They're....," Mark trailed off. "So that's what you've been doing after class while I'm not here," Vic teased. "At least I'm gettin' some," Mark retorted, slipping the panties into his bureau drawer. Vic was still laughing, "Some what? I'm afraid to ask." "Well, gents, we'll just let you guys have your roomie moment. I think it's time Greg and I split." "Sure, just leave me," Mark smiled. "As you wish, Sir Studly," Greg answered. Still chuckling, Greg and David left the room, pulling the door closed, muffled ribbing still coming from Vic. "Well, that was kinda fun," Greg stated as they entered the room. "Yeah, that'll give me ammunition for Mark for a couple of days," David agreed. "He's lucky," Greg grinned. "I guess," David snickered, slipping his shirt off. "Man, I gotta stop laying like that," he griped, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, I know, my neck's sore," Greg commiserated. Then he laughed, "If I do you, you do me." "Huh?" David asked, startled. "Neck rub," Greg answered. "Get your mind out of the gutter." "Oh," David laughed self-consciously. "Just didn't sound right." Greg rolled his eyes. "Just lay down on the bed." "The bed? Why not the chair?" Greg glanced over to the bunks. "Yeah, guess you're right. Not much room under there," he smiled. David sighed silently, relieved, and sat in his desk chair. "My neck is yours." He started a little when he felt Greg's hands on his shoulders. "Relax, man, I'm not gonna rape you," Greg laughed. "Sorry," David replied, settling into the chair and relaxing as much as he could. Greg's hands began to work on the muscles in David's neck. After a few minutes, David sighed, closed his eyes, and relaxed even further. "Feels good, Greg. You're pretty good at that." "Mmm hmm," Greg replied. "Just a natural gift, I guess," he chuckled. Lost in the relaxing motions of Greg's hands, David let his guard drop, "Yeah, I can give pretty good back rubs." "I bet," was Greg's only response as he continued to knead David's neck. David sighed again as the tension was worked out of his neck. He slowly slipped into the feelings of a good massage, forgetting everything except the motions of hands on his neck and shoulders. "Damn," he sighed. Greg chuckled softly. "Don't get too relaxed, you still owe me." "Yeah, yeah," David replied. After a few more minutes, Greg slowed and stopped his motions. He patted David on the shoulder. "How's that?" David rotated his neck. "Man, that's sweet." Greg yawned slightly. "Glad you enjoyed. You were real tense there at first." "Yeah, but you did wonders." Greg chuckled. "Thanks. Your turn." "Yeah, guess so," David agreed with a slight feeling of apprehension. "Don't be scared, I won't bite," Greg teased. "Better hadn't, cos I bite back," David grinned, standing up. He noticed Greg glance at his crotch surreptitiously as he stood. David blushed slightly. "Umm, guess it felt too good." Greg laughed and made a waving off motion. "Keep that thing away, it might bite." "Just sit your ass in the chair," David ordered with a small smile. "Yes sir," Greg chuckled, stripping off his own shirt and sitting down. David took a mental breath and slipped his hands onto Greg's shoulders. "Ready?" Greg nodded and closed his eyes. David began to massage the warm skin under his palms with slight trepidation. "That's good, Dave," Greg murmured, shifting slightly in the chair. "Thanks," David answered, relaxing slightly. Okay, this wasn't so bad. He kneaded Greg's neck and shoulder muscles for a few minutes, his thumbs pressing into the skin of Greg's upper shoulders. Greg sighed slightly and leaned forward. "More there," he murmured. David's hands moved to Greg's shoulders for a few minutes, then Greg straightened up again. "Sorry, kind of uncomfortable." "S'okay, relax." Greg nodded again as David's hands continued their actions on his neck. Greg shifted again, leaning his head back slightly until it rested against David's stomach. David jerked slightly, looking at Greg, but his roomie's eyes were shut. He shrugged and continued his hand motions, glancing down the front of Greg's half-nude body. He felt his dick respond to the view, but continued the massage. "Feel okay?" "Mmmhmm," Greg replied. "Cool." David worked Greg's muscles for a few more minutes, then without thinking, slid his palms down and across Greg's chest, feeling them graze across the hard nipples. Greg jerked slightly and David, realizing what he had just done, apologized and stopped his massage. "Don't worry about it," Greg replied, eyes still closed. "Man, my hands are getting tired," David complained, searching for a way out. Greg sighed and opened his eyes, grinning at David. "Well, at least ya didn't rape me." David stepped back from the chair, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Umm, guess we'd better get some sleep." "Man, you sure know how to ruin a moment," Greg joked. "Been told that before," David replied sullenly. "What? Did I say something wrong?" Greg asked, rising from the chair. David shook his head. "It's not important." "Okay, if you're sure." "Yeah, I'm sure," David replied a little testily. "Okay, well, guess we oughta get to bed, huh?" "Sounds like a good idea." David watched as Greg slipped out of his jeans. From the bulge in his briefs, Greg obviously had enjoyed the massage as much as David had his. Greg grinned a little and shrugged, climbing onto his bunk. "I'll get the light," David said. "You'll have to," Greg replied with a small laugh. "I'm too relaxed to do anything more than sleep." David just nodded and flipped the switch, plunging the room into darkness. He slipped out of his own jeans and slipped under the blankets, his dick still hard. He heard Greg shift in the bunk above him then a few minutes later start to snore softly. David sighed quietly and slipped his hand into his briefs. He needed some relief from his own tension. Berating himself slightly for his slight hand detour earlier, his thoughts slipped into 'what could have happened' mode. David stroked faster as he thought about feeling Greg's hard nips and what would have happened if he had gone for it. Jeez, it would have been easy. David felt his balls begin to tighten as he thought about his hands slipping across Greg's warm stomach and into his jeans. His mind wandered to Greg turning around in his chair, pulling David's zipper down and wrapping his lips around David's erection as David unfastened Greg's jeans and stroked the hard cock there. He stiffened at the image and his orgasm hit. A soft moan slipped out into the dark room as he felt his warm cum shoot to his chest and across his stomach. David drew in a harsh breath as he recovered and reached for his discarded shirt. He wiped his release off his torso and tossed the shirt under his bunk. Pulling up his briefs, he rolled onto his side and tried to sleep. He didn't know how much later it was when he awoke to a strange feeling. A body was in bed next to him, and the covers had been tossed aside. Greg's wet mouth was wrapped around his hard shaft and he was moving it up and down like a madman. He turned his head slightly to be faced with Greg's erection. David gave the head a quick lick and slid his hand to Greg's smooth ass, pulling the erection into his mouth. David worked his roommate's hardness with his mouth and tongue, slipping his fingers into Greg's crevice. Greg moaned slightly and thrust his dick into David's mouth. Just as they were reaching their respective orgasms, the room was bathed in light and Chad's voice said, "Hi David, surprise!" "NO!" David yelled, jerking upright in bed. The room was still dark. Greg leaned over the top bunk and asked, "Dave, you okay?" Still panicked and disoriented, David jumped out of bed, and took a swing at Greg's darkened visage. Greg jerked back and jumped down off the bunk, warily approaching David. "Stay the fuck away," David hissed. "You ruined everything." "Dave, what the hell?" Greg asked, dodging another swing, then moving quickly behind David, wrapped his arms around him, pinning David's arms to his sides. "Get the hell off me," David snarled. "David, settle down, you'll wake everybody up." "Get the fuck off," David repeated. Greg wrestled David down onto the floor. He pinned David's arms down with his knees, straddling his roommate's torso with his legs. "Dave!" he hissed loudly. David writhed under Greg, trying to get away. "You fucking ruined it, get off, I have to go after him!" "After who?" "Just let me up!" David growled, then came back to reality, his body going limp. He felt the tears in his eyes, Greg's body holding him down, and finally realized it had been a dream. "Damn, Dave, that must have been some dream," Greg stated concerned. "Dream." "Yeah, I don't know what it was, but damn," Greg replied. "Shit, it was so real." "Wanna share? My mom says that if you talk about a bad dream, it won't come back." "No offense, but not really. Now can you get off?" "Only if you're not gonna take another swing at me." "Promise," David replied, still mentally reeling from the nightmare. "Okay," Greg said dubiously, slowing standing, but remaining in a defensive posture. David remained on the floor until Greg stepped away, then slowly sat up, wiping his eyes and cupping his chin in his hands. "Damn," he mumbled. "Sorry about that." Greg sat on the side of David's bunk. "It's okay. Although if you would have connected with that punch, it might have been another story." "I said I was sorry." "I know, I was just teasin'." David finally looked at Greg. He was smiling, but his smile was tinged with concern. David's emotions finally settled down. "Sorry, bud." "Quit apologizin'. I enjoy getting woken up at two in the morning by a violent roommate." "It was just so real," David whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "Obviously." David shook his head, then stood. "Well, thanks. And sorry I woke you up." "Hey, what are roommates for?" Greg asked with a grin and a shrug. "Sure ya don't wanna talk about it?" "Yeah, I said I was sure. Let's get back to bed." "Okay," Greg chuckled. "Want me to slip in with you until you fall asleep and hold your hand?" David started to panic again, then realized Greg had no idea what the dream was about, or how close he had come to hitting it on the head. He shot Greg a wry grin. "That's okay, I think I can manage." "Okay, your loss," Greg replied, then boosted himself back into his bunk. "Guess so," David answered, then slipped back under his blankets. "Night, Dave." "Night Greg," David replied, but sleep was elusive. Yep, that's the way it went...when "David" dreams, they can definitely be vivid. I was going to leave it at the place where David hears Chad's voice, but you all know how I feel about cliffhangers.... Until later, friends, take care. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! My NEW email is: fupduck_il@yahoo.com Fup