Dave, Part 5

 

Dave

“Fuck yeah.”
Sliding my cock into Dave’s hole again after waiting for over a year made me feel ecstatic. A shiver went through my entire body. When I looked down at Dave’s beautiful body I then saw his expression. He looked so happy. Wide-eyed and a big smile on his face.
“I missed that dick.”

I held his ankles as I gradually started to fuck him faster and faster. I was used to having to start off slow when fucking someone new. Not only was Dave not new, his hole adjusted so easily. And at no point did I feel like I was hurting him. He seemed thrilled to get fucked by my thick cock.

Dave started to moan, quickly getting louder, but never losing eye contact. There was something intense about how he looked me straight into the eyes as I fucked him. After we had both declared that we were in fact not pretending to be into each other, but actually were, only a few minutes ago, the horniest make out session had ensued. It had been inevitable that we were going to fuck. And it was even better than I had remembered.

With his arms over his head, I couldn’t help but notice how Dave’s uncut cock remained rock hard throughout. With the foreskin still covering the head, it felt so good to feel his smooth cock in my hand. I gradually jerked him off while I fucked him, pulling the foreskin back to reveal a beautiful pink head.

Dave got a frown on his forehead and his mouth opened wider, but he never lost the smile. It was like his body was made to be a bottom, he loved every second of it.
“That feels so good, Justin. Your dick is fantastic.”
Every now and then he would say a few words in his British accent which turned me on even more.

Justin

I let my hands drop on each side of him as Dave held his own legs up by his thighs. I looked straight at him and I was able to fuck him even deeper. I gradually lowered myself to kiss him. Dave moaned into my mouth and suddenly lost control. He couldn’t continue to kiss me, as he moaned louder than before.

The smile had finally disappeared from his face and had been replaced with an expression of absolute ecstasy. My face so close to his, I suddenly felt a warmth on my stomach. I knew he had cum handsfree. I remembered him doing that in London as well.

“I am so impressed with you”, I said.
Dave had to blink a few times, before his smile reappeared.
“Only your cock makes me do that”, Dave admitted.

When we switched positions, I really wanted to recreate what I had remembered most fondly from our time in London. Dave sat on my cock and with such ease began to fuck it. His smile was back. He raised his arms over his head again and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and moaned as his cock gradually grew back into an erection and flopped up and down in front of me.

When we did this the first time in London, in hindsight, that is when I first fell in love with Dave. After having such a fun conversation at the hotel bar and noticing how well our bodies meshed sexually, deep down I knew. I just hadn’t allowed myself to feel the feelings.

Dave’s cock slapped his abs and then mine as he fucked my cock faster and faster. There was something naughty in his smile once he opened his eyes again, I could tell he was feeling it too.
“Fuck that feels so good”, I said.

With Dave in control, he sometimes slowed down and sometimes sped up, always keeping me on my toes, and my cock rock hard. I felt myself pulse and twitch inside of him, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer.

Just then Dave started to increase his speed, his big uncut erection flopping up and down again. I noticed his smile disappearing and I knew what it meant. His mouth dropped open as he moaned. His floppy cock started shooting trails of cum all over my chest, my face and the headboard. I could no longer control myself and shot my own load inside of him.

He collapsed on top of me, as we were both out of breath. I wrapped my arms around him, my cock still pulsing in his hole.
“Fuck. You are sensational”, I said.
“Not too shabby yourself”, Dave replied.

Dave

We fell asleep for a while, but we fucked throughout most of the night. When we woke up, we were both still tired, but so sexually satisfied. We showered together and got ready for Terry and Richard’s wedding day.

Dave had a blue and white checkered shirt, tucked into dark blue slacks. He looked magnificent. I wore a white shirt and black slacks. We both agreed that the other looked amazing. We couldn’t stop kissing each other. Even in the elevator, and then in the lobby.

The ceremony was so beautiful. Even though I didn’t fully understand the attraction in Richard, my sister was so very happy and it showed. My Mom had done a very good job on arranging everything, but then again, she had done this professionally for such a long time.

Only when we sat down for dinner did I remember that I was supposed to give a speech. I hadn’t prepared anything. Dave suddenly had the exact same realization and looked at me wide-eyed. I chuckled.
“I’ll be fine.”
I gave improvised speeches at work every now and then, I felt like I would be able to do just fine.

When it was my turn, I held on to the microphone. I began to sweat a little, but soon I found my groove.
“Terina. Richard. What a beautiful ceremony that was. The love emanates from the two of you in a way that makes it obvious to anyone in a 5 mile radius. And it was beautiful to witness.”

“Growing up with Terina as my sister was quite the rollercoaster. I remember when she wouldn’t stop crying when she couldn’t have a pet iguana when she was 7. I remember how happy she was when she won the long jump at her school's track and field tryouts when she was 10. I remember how strong she was when we lost our father when she was only 13.”

“Richard, you really got yourself a good one with Terry. She is someone you will always be able to count on. There is nothing like that feeling when you know you can leave your heart in someone’s hands, and trust that they will take good care of it.”

I looked at Dave, who was looking back at me with the biggest smile, his eyes watering.

“The two of you have such an amazing life together ahead of you, filled with joy. Terry, I know Dad is watching somewhere, somehow. He is so proud of the woman you have become.”

I raised my glass. I wanted to say ‘To Terry and Richard’, but I could no longer speak. A tear fell down my cheek. Everyone raised their glasses as well and we cheersed. My speech got an applause. I noticed Terry cried a little as well. She got up and ran toward our table to hug me and Dave.

My Mom said she was so proud of me. During dinner, Dave asked if he was still welcome for Christmas at my Mom’s.
“Yes, absolutely! Did you talk to your parents about it?”
“They’ll understand”, he said.
He squeezed my hand.

Dave

It had been such a beautiful day already and we hadn’t even gotten to the party portion of it. I couldn’t wait to dance with Dave on that dancefloor as the only same-sex couple there. For some reason I felt more queer pride than ever now that I was in love.

When the party really began, Dave was on his fourth glass of champagne and he looked so happy.
“I am so happy to be here with you”, he said.
“I am so happy you are here with me.”

We danced to all of the up tempo classics. Dave and I stuck together, I didn’t want to leave his side. And the feeling seemed mutual. Terry found us on the dancefloor.
“You two look so in love tonight”, she said.
“We are!”, Dave responded.
“Did you have like, really good sex last night?”
“Terry!”, I gasped.
“He fucked me five times”, Dave said, holding up his hand with all five fingers raised.

Terry covered her mouth, I looked at Dave with mine agape.
“What? She asked”, he said, chuckling.
“How are you even walking? Or standing?”, she asked him.
I could tell she’d had a lot to drink, but then again, we would have conversations like this had she been sober as well.

“Are you having the best day of your life?”, I asked her.
She nodded.
“I really am.”
“Good. Me too”, I replied.
Terry hugged us both and said she loved us so much.

When it finally came time to slowdance, I had Dave wrapped in my arms, his head on my chest as we swayed in the middle of the dancefloor.
“I can’t believe it worked out this way”, I said.
“Me neither”, he replied.

After a short silence, he looked up.
“You didn’t… plan for this to happen, did you?”
I laughed.
“I swear I didn’t.”
He smiled at me.
“OK.”
He let his head fall back against my chest. I spotted my Mom taking a picture of us.

Dave

That night, we got back to the hotel so late. We were tired and quite drunk. But we had the most sensual fuck ever. I fucked Dave in a spooning position. Our faces were so close as I fucked him so gently. Slowly.

I felt shivers go through both of our bodies. There was something so intense about the sex we were having. Dave came unexpectedly, shooting his load across the bed. I came soon after, inside of him. We both passed out, he in my arms. I had never felt so good.

The next day Dave and I spent with Mom. Dave thanked her for everything.
“It was such a great time to get to know Justin better, meet his family. It was totes emosh, as we would say in the UK.”
I chuckled.
“I learned so much about him, I feel so much closer. When we got here, that was a different couple”, he continued.
I smiled. It wasn’t a complete lie, except that we hadn’t been a couple at all. But we were leaving as one.

My Mom had been equally happy to have met Dave, although that had been very clear from the start.
“I was of course already thrilled when you said he was bringing someone”, she said to me.
She then turned to Dave.
“But I never expected his taste in men to be this good!”

Dave

Later that day, we flew back to New York. I had taken some more days off before going back to work. Normally I would get to work anyway, but this time I spent them with Dave, showing him all of my favorite NYC places.

When we finally did get to work, everything went so smoothly. I was worried to have my personal and professional life mix, but whenever we got to the office, Dave worked so hard. We kept a strict divide between our two relationships, which was easier to maintain than I had first thought.

We rolled out the social media campaign and before we knew it, national media were interested. Dave postponed his return to the UK to do interviews together and to respond to all interested organizations.

Eventually, Dave did return to the UK, but only to move to New York permanently. Thanks to my investment, he was able to get an apartment, but soon the money started rolling in from other gym chains who wanted QIGI’s advice in how to make their gyms more queer-inclusive.

QIGI became a solid department of FitWorks, as it slowly grew larger and larger. Dave was able to hire a diverse team so that there were more perspectives. He also hired people in different locations to carry out the QIGI checks.

I was so proud of him, he’d had a vision, a dream. And he made it reality. And to see that our love had also become reality had felt like a miracle.


THE END