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| Dave |
I had to work to get my eyes to fully open. The sound of the ocean outside and
the brightness of the morning were creeping into the room. I looked back at the
heavy head on my chest. I was starting to process what was happening.
Dave’s hand and forearm rested on my stomach. I had full-on morning wood in my underwear. We were laying on top of the sheets as if we had quickly passed out once we got to the room. I looked over at Dave’s muscular shoulders and suddenly saw his bare asscheeks right behind, his legs spread apart as he lay diagonally across the bed.
I looked over the beautifully smooth hills of his butt. My cock twitched. I knew I had to remember the beauty of his booty for when I would be jerking off later.
Only then did I try to remember what had really gone down last night. Why was Dave naked? After the short argument with John, where Dave grabbed my cock and kissed me, just to make a point, I remembered we had fun. I did remember being quite tipsy and dancing in a nightclub with Dave. I didn’t remember how we got there. And everything after was quite fuzzy as well.
Even though my left arm was trapped underneath Dave’s body, I could use my
right arm to gentle nudge Dave’s arm. There was no response. I nudged his
shoulder. A little harder.
“Hmm?”
“Dave?”
“Hmmmyeah.”
“Dave, wake up.”
The hand on my stomach slid up towards Dave’s head. He caressed his forehead. His eyes remained closed.
“I’m hungover.”
“Me too.”
Only then did it seem to hit him how close my voice was to his ear. His eyes opened and he looked up at me, realizing he had been sleeping on my chest.
“Oh. Oops.”
He rolled off of me and then noticed he was naked. He let himself fall onto the bed face down. In shock he looked back at me, before he cracked a smile.
“Oh no”, he said. “What happened?”
I chuckled.
“I was kind of hoping you knew.”
Dave rolled away from me and got up while covering his genitals with one hand,
which was an easier job for him than me. I admired his ass as he walked the two
steps to find his towel, which he wrapped around himself.
He turned back around and looked at me. His eyes darted to my crotch, where I was surely still tenting massively in my underwear.
“Dude”, he said, gesturing to my dick.
“I…”, I muttered, as I half-heartedly tried to cover it with a sheet.
“Wh-what happened?”, he asked me again.
“I remember dancing in a club”, I said.
“We went to a club?”
It didn’t take long for us to realize we weren’t going to figure out exactly what had happened. I was kind of embarrassed to have drunk until blackout at my age, but it helped that it happened to Dave as well. As long as we hadn’t humiliated ourselves in Richard’s presence in any way, I was sure it would be fine.
We both got dressed and stumbled downstairs for breakfast. We felt better once we each had some coffee and food. The receptionist came to our table to tell us our massage had been scheduled at 11.00 AM.
“We didn’t book a massage”, I said.
“That’s right. Your mother did.”
She winked and then walked away.
I was in shock at my Mom’s meddling. I looked at Dave.
“A massage sounds absolutely perfect for today”, he said.
He wasn’t as shocked. Or just preoccupied with getting a massage. He did pick up on my expression though, clearly.
“She just really wants us to be together and have these romantic moments.”
“We told her it’s our third date!”, I said. “And what if we had plans to go on a romantic hike or whatever?”
Dave laughed.
“I could just really do with a massage”, he admitted.
The annoying part was, I would love a massage as well, especially with Dave. I just felt like I was too old for my Mom to be this involved in my dating life.
“Me too”, I smiled.
When we got to the spa, I was asked for my room number.
“Gumbs and Standen, couple’s massage. Perfect.”
The woman behind the counter looked at both of us and smiled.
“This way, please.”
We were guided into a room where she asked us to undress and cover ourselves
with a towel. There were two massage tables side by side. The woman
disappeared. Dave looked at me with a big grin. He turned around and started
undressing. I did the same thing. I tried to sneak a peek twice, the first time
he was still wearing shorts, the second time he already had the towel wrapped
around his waist.
We both laid down on the table.
“This is going to be nice”, Dave mumbled, already looking so comfortable face down on the table.
I wondered in how many more romantic settings I was going to find myself in with Dave this weekend, until I realized we were literally here for a wedding. I saw Dave’s big smile, his eyes already closed, and it made me happy.
Two people entered and started massaging us. It felt really good. I felt the stress and tension leave my body more and more. At first I liked looking at Dave and see his blissful expressions, but soon I became so relaxed I closed my eyes and enjoyed my own massage.
Dave started to moan, about halfway through the massage. It started out quite softly, but there were a few elongated moans in there as well. It made me flash back.
All of a sudden I remembered. I was certain. When we had gotten back from the bachelor party, I had eaten Dave’s ass. In the hotel room. He had been on all fours on the bed, I had been kneeled down on the floor.
It triggered another memory of us in the cab. We had been in a cab, making out. And Dave, his eyes unfocused, had said that he had loved my lips and my tongue.
“You were so good at eating me out, I always remembered”, he had said, his speech slurring.
“Try to relax.”
The masseuse whispered in my ear as she probably noticed that tension was returning to my body.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe this had happened. And Dave probably really didn’t remember.
I had a hard time relaxing for the rest of the massage. Dave came out of it
feeling so good, calm, and peaceful. We decided to lay out by the pool until it
was time to go to the rehearsal dinner. Dave fell asleep and softly snored in
the sunbed next to me, wearing nothing but a white speedo. I had noticed it was
translucent when wet, but I didn’t tell him.
I contemplated telling him about the rimjob, but decided not to tell him that either. Or at least not right now. I did feel like our chemistry had been getting more and more intense. And with a few more days to the trip, I didn’t want him to distance himself from me once he realized he had gotten his hole eaten out by his business investor.
And what a perfect hole it was. I remembered from last year in London what a perfect body he had, but the few moments I recalled from last night, definitely confirmed it. However, this time it had been different. I realized my feelings for Dave had continually increased, the more time we had spent together.
In the afternoon we got ready to go to the rehearsal dinner. Dave wore his glasses again, which made him look really sexy. Also I couldn’t stop thinking about the blue underwear I’d seen him wear when he came out of the bathroom.
On our way to the beach, where we rehearsed the ceremony, we decided to act all couple-y. Holding hands as we walked up, Dave’s hand on my back and my hand on his lower back, almost on his ass while I met family, spoke to them, and introduced him.
As we rehearsed the ceremony, and Dave patiently waited on one of the chairs in
the front row, I was starting to feel like I should tell him about my feelings.
I saw him talk to my Mom and I realized I wanted him to come over with me for
Christmas.
I was scared to say anything and worried about the consequences. But I had to speak up. I had never felt about anyone this way, and never knowing what could have been would be so tough. Maybe after the wedding, when it wouldn’t affect our deal here in St. Thomas, I would be able to speak about it openly to him. I just needed to muster up the courage at the reception.
At dinner, I learned where Dave and I were seated. It was right next to my Mom. As the wedding planner she was still running around for most of the evening. The rest of the table consisted of my uncle and aunt, as well as two of my cousins.
At some point, my Mom came rushing to me.
“And then this is where you do your speech”, she told me.
“A speech? I do a speech?”
My Mom softly slapped me on the shoulder.
“Your sister is getting married. Of course you are giving a speech.”
There was an awkward silence. I could tell Dave was having a hard time keeping his laughter in.
“I was just kidding”, I lied.
Everyone at the table laughed. This meant I had to write a speech tonight.
After dinner, Terry came to our table.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”, Dave asked her.
“Nervous and excited.”
“That’s good”, he replied.
“I’m just so happy you are all here”, she then said.
She hugged my Mom, then me, then Dave.
“You specifically”, she told Dave, giving him a longer hug than the rest of us. “Please keep doing what you’re doing, because I can tell you’re making my brother very happy.”
She looked back at me. I became emotional. I so badly wanted that what Dave and I had was real. That this wasn’t just a lie we were putting on for my family. I knew I felt like it was real at this point.
“I will”, Dave said.
Somehow it broke my heart to hear him say that. I didn’t want it to be a lie.
We said goodbye to everyone living in St. Thomas who were going home for the night. My cousin Isaiah, who lived in Florida, insisted we have a drink at the bar as he stayed at this hotel as well. He was very sweet, but for some reason this rehearsal dinner had been a lot.
While we chatted with Isaiah, I noticed Dave continued to hold my hand in his lap. It definitely hadn’t been the most intimate thing he had done when performing our little charade, but because he did it for a longer period of time it felt different than the others.
When finally I was able to convince Isaiah to call it a night, we both went to our rooms. Once Isaiah exited the elevator and we stayed behind, there was silence.
“You OK?”, Dave asked me.
I looked at him and just nodded. I was exhausted. Ready for all of this to be over with. One more day.
“You?”, I asked in return as the elevator doors opened.
“I don’t know, I…”, Dave started as we walked to our room.
He was silent and looked down till we made it to our door. I unlocked it with the key card.
“You can tell me”, I said.
Dave looked at me as I opened the door and held it open for him. He smiled. He entered the room.
“I’ve had such conflicting feelings all throughout this trip”, he said as the
door fell shut behind us.
I realized immediately that it had to be the lying to my family that was getting to him.
“At first I thought this would be fun. A way to get to know you better. A relaxing trip, where we could also talk about how we would start our collaboration…”
Dave sat down on the foot of the bed. I stood, leaning against the wall with my shoulder. He looked up at me.
“But something… shifted. At some point. Or… gradually. I don’t know.”
I nodded.
“Lying to your Mom and your sister on the first day was quite tough. Lying to the guys at the bachelor party was much easier.”
I chuckled.
“It just all got so complicated.”
“If you want to bail, I completely understand”, I said.
Dave frowned.
“Actually, that is the opposite of what I want to do.”
His British accent caused that sentence to leave even more of an impact.
“Getting to know you has been… so good. I already knew you were smart. But to see you be so kind, to see how you interact with your family. To see how in this whole thing we created, you put me first. Gave me an out, over and over…”
There was a short silence as we looked at each other. It was like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
“Being reminded of your fantastic body time after time…”, Dave finally continued.
I smiled.
“It was fantastic.”
“So no, I do not want to bail. But me falling in love with you wasn’t the intention. It has only made everything more complicated for me. And now that I told you, for you as well. So maybe I have to bail after all.”
“What?”
“I promise I will be able to be professional back in New York, for sure. But this wedding tomorrow, I… I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”
Dave got up and walked to his suitcase. He took the book he was reading off the nightstand, took his charger out of the wall, and put them in.
“I… I feel the same, Dave.”
He stopped what he was doing, stood straight and looked at me.
“I’m in love with you.”
Dave’s hand and forearm rested on my stomach. I had full-on morning wood in my underwear. We were laying on top of the sheets as if we had quickly passed out once we got to the room. I looked over at Dave’s muscular shoulders and suddenly saw his bare asscheeks right behind, his legs spread apart as he lay diagonally across the bed.
I looked over the beautifully smooth hills of his butt. My cock twitched. I knew I had to remember the beauty of his booty for when I would be jerking off later.
Only then did I try to remember what had really gone down last night. Why was Dave naked? After the short argument with John, where Dave grabbed my cock and kissed me, just to make a point, I remembered we had fun. I did remember being quite tipsy and dancing in a nightclub with Dave. I didn’t remember how we got there. And everything after was quite fuzzy as well.
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| Dave |
“Hmm?”
“Dave?”
“Hmmmyeah.”
“Dave, wake up.”
The hand on my stomach slid up towards Dave’s head. He caressed his forehead. His eyes remained closed.
“I’m hungover.”
“Me too.”
Only then did it seem to hit him how close my voice was to his ear. His eyes opened and he looked up at me, realizing he had been sleeping on my chest.
“Oh. Oops.”
He rolled off of me and then noticed he was naked. He let himself fall onto the bed face down. In shock he looked back at me, before he cracked a smile.
“Oh no”, he said. “What happened?”
I chuckled.
“I was kind of hoping you knew.”
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| Dave |
He turned back around and looked at me. His eyes darted to my crotch, where I was surely still tenting massively in my underwear.
“Dude”, he said, gesturing to my dick.
“I…”, I muttered, as I half-heartedly tried to cover it with a sheet.
“Wh-what happened?”, he asked me again.
“I remember dancing in a club”, I said.
“We went to a club?”
It didn’t take long for us to realize we weren’t going to figure out exactly what had happened. I was kind of embarrassed to have drunk until blackout at my age, but it helped that it happened to Dave as well. As long as we hadn’t humiliated ourselves in Richard’s presence in any way, I was sure it would be fine.
We both got dressed and stumbled downstairs for breakfast. We felt better once we each had some coffee and food. The receptionist came to our table to tell us our massage had been scheduled at 11.00 AM.
“We didn’t book a massage”, I said.
“That’s right. Your mother did.”
She winked and then walked away.
I was in shock at my Mom’s meddling. I looked at Dave.
“A massage sounds absolutely perfect for today”, he said.
He wasn’t as shocked. Or just preoccupied with getting a massage. He did pick up on my expression though, clearly.
“She just really wants us to be together and have these romantic moments.”
“We told her it’s our third date!”, I said. “And what if we had plans to go on a romantic hike or whatever?”
Dave laughed.
“I could just really do with a massage”, he admitted.
The annoying part was, I would love a massage as well, especially with Dave. I just felt like I was too old for my Mom to be this involved in my dating life.
“Me too”, I smiled.
When we got to the spa, I was asked for my room number.
“Gumbs and Standen, couple’s massage. Perfect.”
The woman behind the counter looked at both of us and smiled.
“This way, please.”
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| Dave |
We both laid down on the table.
“This is going to be nice”, Dave mumbled, already looking so comfortable face down on the table.
I wondered in how many more romantic settings I was going to find myself in with Dave this weekend, until I realized we were literally here for a wedding. I saw Dave’s big smile, his eyes already closed, and it made me happy.
Two people entered and started massaging us. It felt really good. I felt the stress and tension leave my body more and more. At first I liked looking at Dave and see his blissful expressions, but soon I became so relaxed I closed my eyes and enjoyed my own massage.
Dave started to moan, about halfway through the massage. It started out quite softly, but there were a few elongated moans in there as well. It made me flash back.
All of a sudden I remembered. I was certain. When we had gotten back from the bachelor party, I had eaten Dave’s ass. In the hotel room. He had been on all fours on the bed, I had been kneeled down on the floor.
It triggered another memory of us in the cab. We had been in a cab, making out. And Dave, his eyes unfocused, had said that he had loved my lips and my tongue.
“You were so good at eating me out, I always remembered”, he had said, his speech slurring.
“Try to relax.”
The masseuse whispered in my ear as she probably noticed that tension was returning to my body.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe this had happened. And Dave probably really didn’t remember.
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| Dave |
I contemplated telling him about the rimjob, but decided not to tell him that either. Or at least not right now. I did feel like our chemistry had been getting more and more intense. And with a few more days to the trip, I didn’t want him to distance himself from me once he realized he had gotten his hole eaten out by his business investor.
And what a perfect hole it was. I remembered from last year in London what a perfect body he had, but the few moments I recalled from last night, definitely confirmed it. However, this time it had been different. I realized my feelings for Dave had continually increased, the more time we had spent together.
In the afternoon we got ready to go to the rehearsal dinner. Dave wore his glasses again, which made him look really sexy. Also I couldn’t stop thinking about the blue underwear I’d seen him wear when he came out of the bathroom.
On our way to the beach, where we rehearsed the ceremony, we decided to act all couple-y. Holding hands as we walked up, Dave’s hand on my back and my hand on his lower back, almost on his ass while I met family, spoke to them, and introduced him.
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| Dave |
I was scared to say anything and worried about the consequences. But I had to speak up. I had never felt about anyone this way, and never knowing what could have been would be so tough. Maybe after the wedding, when it wouldn’t affect our deal here in St. Thomas, I would be able to speak about it openly to him. I just needed to muster up the courage at the reception.
At dinner, I learned where Dave and I were seated. It was right next to my Mom. As the wedding planner she was still running around for most of the evening. The rest of the table consisted of my uncle and aunt, as well as two of my cousins.
At some point, my Mom came rushing to me.
“And then this is where you do your speech”, she told me.
“A speech? I do a speech?”
My Mom softly slapped me on the shoulder.
“Your sister is getting married. Of course you are giving a speech.”
There was an awkward silence. I could tell Dave was having a hard time keeping his laughter in.
“I was just kidding”, I lied.
Everyone at the table laughed. This meant I had to write a speech tonight.
After dinner, Terry came to our table.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”, Dave asked her.
“Nervous and excited.”
“That’s good”, he replied.
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| Dave |
She hugged my Mom, then me, then Dave.
“You specifically”, she told Dave, giving him a longer hug than the rest of us. “Please keep doing what you’re doing, because I can tell you’re making my brother very happy.”
She looked back at me. I became emotional. I so badly wanted that what Dave and I had was real. That this wasn’t just a lie we were putting on for my family. I knew I felt like it was real at this point.
“I will”, Dave said.
Somehow it broke my heart to hear him say that. I didn’t want it to be a lie.
We said goodbye to everyone living in St. Thomas who were going home for the night. My cousin Isaiah, who lived in Florida, insisted we have a drink at the bar as he stayed at this hotel as well. He was very sweet, but for some reason this rehearsal dinner had been a lot.
While we chatted with Isaiah, I noticed Dave continued to hold my hand in his lap. It definitely hadn’t been the most intimate thing he had done when performing our little charade, but because he did it for a longer period of time it felt different than the others.
When finally I was able to convince Isaiah to call it a night, we both went to our rooms. Once Isaiah exited the elevator and we stayed behind, there was silence.
“You OK?”, Dave asked me.
I looked at him and just nodded. I was exhausted. Ready for all of this to be over with. One more day.
“You?”, I asked in return as the elevator doors opened.
“I don’t know, I…”, Dave started as we walked to our room.
He was silent and looked down till we made it to our door. I unlocked it with the key card.
“You can tell me”, I said.
Dave looked at me as I opened the door and held it open for him. He smiled. He entered the room.
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| Dave |
I realized immediately that it had to be the lying to my family that was getting to him.
“At first I thought this would be fun. A way to get to know you better. A relaxing trip, where we could also talk about how we would start our collaboration…”
Dave sat down on the foot of the bed. I stood, leaning against the wall with my shoulder. He looked up at me.
“But something… shifted. At some point. Or… gradually. I don’t know.”
I nodded.
“Lying to your Mom and your sister on the first day was quite tough. Lying to the guys at the bachelor party was much easier.”
I chuckled.
“It just all got so complicated.”
“If you want to bail, I completely understand”, I said.
Dave frowned.
“Actually, that is the opposite of what I want to do.”
His British accent caused that sentence to leave even more of an impact.
“Getting to know you has been… so good. I already knew you were smart. But to see you be so kind, to see how you interact with your family. To see how in this whole thing we created, you put me first. Gave me an out, over and over…”
There was a short silence as we looked at each other. It was like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
“Being reminded of your fantastic body time after time…”, Dave finally continued.
I smiled.
“It was fantastic.”
“So no, I do not want to bail. But me falling in love with you wasn’t the intention. It has only made everything more complicated for me. And now that I told you, for you as well. So maybe I have to bail after all.”
“What?”
“I promise I will be able to be professional back in New York, for sure. But this wedding tomorrow, I… I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”
Dave got up and walked to his suitcase. He took the book he was reading off the nightstand, took his charger out of the wall, and put them in.
“I… I feel the same, Dave.”
He stopped what he was doing, stood straight and looked at me.
“I’m in love with you.”
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