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My best mate Dave - Part 10

Dave relaxed a little.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen now. I do want to carry on, obviously. But like you said, it’s complicated. But you’re my best mate first.”

He squeezed my hand and turned to face the ceiling. I did the same. We stared up and contemplated the rest of our lives whilst lying in hand in hand on a bed full of our own semen. Who knows what was next?

But today?

Today was fucking awesome.

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I don’t know why I felt so nervous walking to the pub. I mean, I know why I was nervous. Because this was the first time I was going to see Dave since our rendezvous at his house three weeks back. We hadn’t avoided each other at all. And we’d texted and called each other the same as always and it hadn’t been weird. We’d just been truly busy with work and Uni. But now, walking one step in front of the other to meet him at the pub, I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

I’d left his house three weeks ago and thought our lives were changed forever, but the longer we’d spent away from that hot night, the more it felt like it was some kind of fever dream that only happened in our heads. As much as I wanted to bring it up and tell him to come to my house and let me fuck him again, it felt too soon to act that way without risking our friendship. So we’d just carried on as before, sending each other funny memes and talking about our day. Today would be the first time I’d be sitting across from him though, and that felt more significant than it should.

I arrived at the entrance to our regular pub and waited outside for a few minutes. I knew Dave was inside because he’d sent me a snap of himself with a beer. I closed my eyes and psyched myself up. I put on my most convincing natural smile and walked through the door. I headed straight for our normal seats, but he wasn’t there. I scanned around the pub, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he’d gone to the bathroom.

“Have you seen Dave, Bryan?” I called out to the bartender. He was a grumpy bastard but harmless. We knew everyone in the pub for the most part. Everyone knew each other.

“Alright Jay,” Bryan grunted. “He’s sat himself in the beer garden. Said it was too hot in here and might as well sit in the sun. He’s already bought you a pint.”

“Thanks mate,” I replied, and walked towards the door at the back of the pub where much led to the beer garden. I stopped at the men’s room first. I walked in and over to the sink, washing my hands and looking in the mirror. I looked pale. What the fuck! Snap out of it Jay! We were just having a few drinks. This wasn’t a big deal. But I was damned if I could make my body believe that. I heard movement behind me as the stall opened and someone walked out. I looked down as though I was just washing my hands and not contemplating jumping out of the window and running home.

The tap next to me starting running as the man from the stall washed his hands. I kept my head down. The hand dryer started and then stopped, but I didn’t hear the door open or close.

“I think your hands are clean now,” I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up into the mirror and saw Dave standing behind me, chuckling at me. I turned around and punched him on the arm playfully.

“You fucking dick,” I laughed back at him. “Why have you c…”

I didn’t have chance to finish my sentence. Before I could even think, Dave had practically ran at me and kissed me. Our tongues fought, as I grabbed his ass and brought him into me. All the nerves I had dissipated. Our hands were all over each other. I pulled him closer and turned him around so that he was up against the sink. I lifted him up so that his ass rested on the sink. He wrapped his legs around me as our tongues continued to wrestle each other. Instantly we were back to that night. We were both in shorts and there was no mistaking that our cocks were also now trying to wrestle too. Dave stopped our kiss and looked me in the eyes as he licked his hand and brought it between us, proceeding to stick it down the front of my shorts and grab my dick.

“You’ve got no idea how much I’ve needed to feel this again,” he said as he started pulling my cock.

“Yeah?” I challenged. “Why don’t you get on your fucking knees and show me how much you need it..”

Dave grinned and kissed me again, pushing himself off the sink and starting to kneel in front me.

Suddenly, the door to the men’s room burst open and Dave jumped to his feet as we both faced the sink to hide our obvious hard ons and tried to look as casual as we could, though I’m pretty sure any sane person would’ve known what we had just been doing. Luckily, the man who walked in was not sane. It was Paul, the local drunk who couldn’t see two feet in front of him. Dave and I glanced at each other with a small smile, before we nodded hello at Paul, walking outside to the beer garden.

Dave walked ahead to a small table in the corner, slightly covered by a tree and a wall, though we were still pretty out in the open here, with a gate facing us that led into the beer garden from the street. No one else was out here. Dave sat at the table, before handing me the beer he’d already bought for me. I accepted it and sat across from him. For a while, we just stared at each other, sipping our beers and taking each other in.

“I can’t believe I was fucking nervous to see you,” I finally admitted.

Dave giggled. “I was nervous as well. I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it. But then seeing you in the toilets, I had to take the opportunity. Fuck, you look good.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

“You think?” I said, as I teased him by slowly adjusting my dick. It was still pretty hard so I pulled it under the waist band of my shorts facing up, knowing that whenever my shirt moved, he would be able to clearly see the head. I stretched my arms up to make a point of showing off to him. Dave made no attempt to hide that he was staring straight at it. He also didn’t try to hide the fact that he was rubbing himself through his shorts as he watched me. I leaned back with my elbows resting on the back of the chair I was sat on, allowing my shirt to ride up.

I was somewhat hidden from anyone who might walk by or see out of the window, but Dave was pretty exposed from both sides. He didn’t seem to care.

“Of course I do.” He said, staring. “You’re fucking perfect.” He blushed, but didn’t look away. He meant it.

“So are you,” I replied, honestly. Something about Dave made me wild.

“I meant everything I said that night you know,” he said. “All of it. I’m yours, whenever you want me. And wherever.”

“I know you’re mine,” I agreed. “You made it pretty clear how much you want it. I was nervous that you’d overthink it and it would put you off… but I should’ve known you’re too much of a cum hungry slut to be able to resist it…” I growled, looking down at my cock which was now leaking precum.

Dave didn’t try to disguise his moan at being called what he was. Nor the fact that his hand now pushed its way into his shorts, the movement inside them obvious to anyone who might have looked our way. I brought my hand down toward the exposed head of my cock and rubbed my thumb over it, slowly pulling my hand away, making him watch the string of precum that stretched in front of him. His hand movements got quicker in his shorts as he licked his lips. I leaned forward and put my hand on the table with my thumb up. Dave looked at me in wonder. I wiggled my thumb, and he lowered his head down to the table, taking it in his mouth and sucking every little bit of precum off my thumb, humming around it. He brought his head up and looked intoxicated by the taste.

“Can I have more, please?” He batted his eyes at me.

“You can get it straight from the source if you want Dave,” I teased, wiggling in my seat as I pulled my shorts down low enough that my cock and balls we’re both on display for him.

“Shall we go back the bathroom?” Dave sounded desperate.

“Why?” I grinned sadistically. “You afraid someone’s going to see how much you love gagging on my cock Dave?”

“I need to suck it, Jay.”

“Well crawl over here and suck it then.”

Dave looked around the beer garden, scanning the gate and the windows and door to the pub. It was quite quiet in the pub right now, but that could change in an instant. The danger of the situation was making me a million times more horny. I never realised I was into this risky stuff. Every day’s a school day, I guess. Dave looked apprehensive, though the sight of his cock straining against his shorts, and the growing wet spot showing clearly on them showed that he was just as into it. Today was the wrong day to wear light grey shorts.

Dave looked back at me and put his hand on the table, pushing one of the beer mats onto the floor.

“Oops,” he said. “I’d better get that.”

He smiled as he knelt down onto the ground, pretending to look for it as he crawled seductively towards me. I spread my legs for him as he got closer. He leaned his head down and kissed me on the ankle, before moving his way up, kissing my calf’s, up to my thighs, until his head was inches from the treasure he was looking for. He put his hands around my pulsing dick and brought his face into my crotch, breathing it in and nuzzling my balls. It was a hot day and he knew they’d be sweaty, but it didn’t stop him. In fact, I think it turned him on even more. He brought one of his hands down to his own dick and started stroking again, as he sniffed and licked and sucked my balls into him. He couldn’t get enough. I moaned as I looked down with pride at him embracing his true nature.

“I’ve missed having your man smell all over me,” he said as he moved from one ball to the other. “I don’t even care if it’s weird but after you left I couldn’t even bring myself to change my sheets straight away, knowing that they smelt of you, and of what we did on them. I was gutted when it faded. Fuck, I’ve missed it.”

He had absolutely no shame. If anything, he was proud to be saying it. Proud to be mine. After finally having finished bathing my balls with his tongue, he moved up, kissing and rubbing my dick all over his face. He licked from the bottom, all the way to the top, taking extra care to get his tongue into the slit and milking every drop of precum out of me that he could get.

“Please, can I have it?” He pointed my dick head at his open mouth and slapped it down on his waiting tongue repeatedly. I didn’t answer him. Instead I put my hands around the back of his head and forced his mouth down on my cock until my balls rested against his chin. His eyes twinkled with joy as he sputtered around it. I held his head down as I felt him swallowing me down. I thrust my crotch forward a few times, burying his face further into my pubes before I let him back up for air.

“Thank you,” he said. “This is all I’ve thought about for weeks. You fucking my throat again.”

He dived back down and took my entire length again, gagging on my dick, bobbing his head up and down with a ravenous hunger. He wanted my cum desperately, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.

“Such a good cocksucker Dave,” I moaned. “I think I’m going to cum on your face this time so everyone knows that you’re mine.”

Dave moaned around my cock. He liked the thought of that. He bobbed his head up and down even harder now, his hand stroking his cock hard.

“You want everyone to see that, don’t you Dave? You want everyone to know that you’re a hungry little cocksucker and you belong to me. What would you say if someone asked you why your face was covered in my spunk Dave? Would you tell them you’re my slut? Would you tell them that all you think about is taking my load in every hole? I bet you would, wouldn’t you? You’d be proud of taking my fucking cum.”

Dave pulled his mouth off my cock and stroked it as he spoke.

“So fucking proud Jay. I want your cum so fucking much. On me, in me, everywhere. I… erm… I know it’s crazy but I haven’t been able to cum without playing with my hole since that night. Nothing feels good enough anymore now that I know what it feels like to have your cock in me. I need that again.”

“Oh yeah?” I groaned. “You been thinking about me giving it to you rough when you play with it?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ve been fingering myself so fucking much but it just isn’t enough. I need you inside me again. It doesn’t even feel like my ass anymore. It’s like… I don’t know, a fuck toy just for you.”

“Fuck Dave, I can’t wait to fucking breed you again.”

Dave took one of my hands and moved it towards his lower back, nodding at me to reach down and feel him. He arched his back and put his ass as high as he could to make it easier. I slipped my hand down the back of his shorts and moved towards his hole. I stopped still and looked down at him.

“What the fuck…” I gasped.

Dave gave me his classic dumb grin, as I felt the rubbery texture of what was clearly a butt plug he’d had in his ass this entire time.

“I ordered it about thirty seconds after you left. I wanted to be prepared,” he said. “Just in case. If you wanted to fuck me, I didn’t want anything to get in the way. And it feels good.”

I was dumbfounded at I looked at him and he slowly continued to stroke my cock, occasionally sticking his tongue out to get some more of the precum. I pushed the base of the butt plug into him further a few times. His head bowed and he moaned against my cock as I did it.

“We need to leave,” I said abruptly, and started to pull up my shorts, pulling him up from his knees.

Dave looked panicked, as though he thought he’d done something wrong.

“Dave…” I said, trying to snap him out of it. “We’re leaving because I need to fuck this load into you, and we both know you’re not going to be quiet when I’m doing it. And I don’t want us to get arrested.”

Dave gave a wide smile and practically jumped with excitement. I pushed him against the wall behind him and kissed him deep. I didn’t care if anyone saw us. I grabbed his hand and led him to the gate that led onto the street.

“Your house or mine?” I asked. We both lived quite close, but in opposite directions of the pub.

“Yours!” He said, enthusiastically, and a little too quickly. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

He blushed before saying, “Not in a crazy stalker way, but I really want to be in your bed, on your sheets, in your room. I want to be surrounded by the scent of you. Getting high on you while you force my face into the pillow you’ve slept on while you pound me. I know that might sound nasty but.. I just want to be covered in you.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” I told him, as I pulled him in the direction of my house. My cock twitched at how graphic he was and how much he wanted me. “It might be nasty, but if it is, I’m fucking getting off on it, so we can be nasty together.”

We laughed as I marched us as fast as I could to my house.

“I do think you’ve probably put a little bit too much thought into being in my bed though,” I teased.

“Literally all I’ve thought about is rolling around in your bed just to feel closer to you. Whatever. I don’t care. Like I said three weeks ago, you’re everything. Everything about you turns me on now. I can’t help it. I don’t really want to help it. It just takes my senses into overdrive. Touch, taste, smell. I just want it all. All of you.”

Fuck. I needed to be in him now. I dragged Dave as I picked up the pace, whatever speed it just below sprinting. I was going to fuck him… and it couldn’t wait.