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Author's note – Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback, views and ratings on chapter 1. It's the first time I've ever written erotic fiction and I'm so happy that it's been so well received. Mark and David's story will go on and can go on for as long as people like it. I'm also open to suggestions for scenarios if anyone has a scene you'd like to see them in. Please let me know in the comments. Thanks again
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That first night with David was mind blowing. In all my years, since I'd lost my virginity at 14, I'd never had such satisfying sex. We'd spent the whole night in his bed, kissing and fucking until we were both finally spent in the early hours of the morning. The sun was coming up by the time we were both too exhausted to carry on and we finally got some sleep.
When I woke the next day, I was alone in David's bed. I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. "FUCK!" I thought to myself, we were supposed to be going to my parent's house in Kent for Sunday lunch. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum's phone number and dialled
"Oh, hello Mark" she said, answering after a couple of rings, "is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine Mum" I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, "I'm just calling to let you know me and David will be a little late. I-"
Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter
"I see, hot date run over late, did it?" I could tell from the change in her voice that she was greatly amused by this. She never believed how successful I was with the ladies
"Errr, sort of" I stammered, not really knowing what to say, "We'll be leaving shortly, see you at about 2. Is that okay?"
"It's fine honey, just be nice to the poor girl when you send her on her way" I could hear her laughing as she put down the phone. I grumbled under my breath as the tossed the phone onto my bed. I took a minute to compose myself, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I always hated seeing my mother, she was incredibly critical, absurdly intrusive into my personal life and I'm fairly convinced that she liked David better than me. To keep her off my back I had an agreement with her that one Sunday a month I would go around for dinner with the family and as long as I attended and suffered for a few hours, she would leave me in peace for the rest of the month. David started coming to them mostly because he found it quite funny how my mother could embarrass me so quickly. That and her food was actually really good.
"Right, shower" I said to myself at last. I grabbed a towel from my radiator and walked towards the bathroom. As I walked past the living room, I could see David sat watching the football highlights, already in his Sunday best, sipping at a cup of coffee. I poked my head into the room
"You could have woke me up, dick" I fired at him
"What? And strip you of the joys of explaining to Barbara why we're going to be late?" he chuckled without even turning around to face me, "No way, that's comedy gold" He laughed a hearty laugh as I grumbled again and headed to the bathroom. I'm not much of a morning person.
In what felt like record speed I relieved myself, shaved and got straight in the shower. The hot water felt good. I figured I'd bought a few minutes to myself with the speedy preparations so I soaped up my hand and started to stroke my cock. I tried to imagine in my mind's eye that there was some hot girl touching me, going down on me, but nothing; there was no reaction from my cock. I tried for a good five minutes to get hard and jerk myself off, but no matter what I tried to imagine I could not turn myself on.
As a last ditch attempt, I cast my mind back to the night before and the sight of David giving me a blowjob. There was an instant reaction, I was hard as a rock within seconds. "Strange", I thought to myself, but I went with it, applying more soap to my hand and building up quite a bit of speed. Before I knew it I had cum all over the tiles in the shower cubicle. Feeling better about myself I washed the thick cum away with the shower head, then finished washing myself down.
After drying myself off, I walked back to my room and got dressed. My mother always insisted on Sunday best, being the deeply religious woman that she is, so I had no choice but to go for a full suit. I picked out a nice tailored blue suit that I'd bought for myself as a treat, matched it with a blue tie, grey silk shirt and shined black shoes. Looking in my full length mirror, even I had to admit I looked good. There's nothing quite like a tailored suit to bring out the best in a man's figure.
I put on my watch and checked the time, it was 12:33. I was making good time. It would take about an hour to get to my parent's house from the flat, so even with the traditional delays that London is known for I was still running pretty early.
I walked back out to the living room
"Come on then, David" I said, picking up my keys, "Time to go"
With a grunt, he stood up and I saw him differently. I'd seen him wear that suit before, it was a black suit he bought on Savile Row, which he always paired with a black shirt and a pale tie. It was the only formal wear he owned, his combination christening, wedding and funeral suit. His "cradle to the grave" outfit as he called it. But looking at him this time, I felt my heart race, he looked so fucking sexy. The feelings were confusing and definitely not what I needed at this time. Before last night I'd never looked at David as anything more than my best mate, but now I was looking at him as the perfect specimen of the male species, a sexual beast that needed to be tamed.
I felt my cock start to twitch and I pushed the thoughts back in my head. I didn't need this today, I just needed to get through dinner with my family. We took the lift down from the flat to the parking garage. We didn't say a word to each other. It's not that it was awkward, but there just wasn't anything to be said. The lift reached the garage and we headed to my black sports car. Within minutes we were out in London traffic and on the way to my parent's house.
As I expected, the journey took us about an hour, given London traffic and the fact that my parents live out in the countryside. As we pulled up the long drive to their large country home, I checked the clock in the car and it said 13:55. Bang on time, well, for the late time, anyway.
We walked into the house and I announced that we'd arrived
"Mum? Dad? Kelly? We're here" I called out
"Just in time, honey" my mother called back, "I'm just about to serve up, go join your father and sister in the dining room".
We walked into the spacious dining room. My dad and sister were already sat, pouring glasses of wine for everyone