Chapter 4 - Big Dave, An Autobiography
Hi, my name's Dave and I have an enormous cock.
This story takes place in the mid 1980s in England.
In Chapter 1 you meet me at age eighteen and my first sexual experience with Rachel.
In Chapter 2 you meet Gloria, who would have a profound affect on my life during that long, hot summer.
In Chapter 3 you meet Brenda and the formation of the Big Dave Club.
In Chapter 4 we have adventures in a Soho Hotel and Miss Henderson.
In Chapter 5 we begin our first full session of The BD Club with a timid mouse.
In Chapter 6 I discover what it is like to be dominated.
In Chapter 7 we meet Clara and the first signs of doubt.
In Chapter 8 Gloria has a date.
In Chapter 9 We go to the Ball at Bentley Hall.
In Chapter 10 A Tragedy occurs and we meet the Millways
Chapter 10
Eventually, all good things have to come to an end, and thus it was for The Big Dave club.
We'd had some interesting and fun times during that summer, but I was now off to University and life was going to become a little more prosaic.
We kept in touch, Gloria, Brenda and me, but it was hard to find the time to chat on the phone when every minute had to be paid for and I was working my way through a degree course on a student grant plus my savings.
Trips back home mostly required me to stay for as long as possible with my family so there were few opportunities to see the ladies then either.
Life became routine, but fate often throws in a curveball when you least expect it.
Brenda
I was studying in my room when I heard the phone ringing in the downstairs hallway.
I knew there were others at home in our shared student house but no one was rushing to answer it.
Unable to concentrate because of the persistent ringing, I eventually went down and picked up the handset.
"Hello?" I said.
"Dave?" It was Gloria.
"Hey, Gloria!" I answered cheerfully, "How's it going?"
There was a pause.
"Dave, it's Brenda." There was a slight catch in her voice as she said the name and I knew something was wrong. "She's.......she's dead, Dave." she finished and I could hear her sobbing.
"How?" I asked, simply.
Gloria explained, in between sobs, that Brenda had taken sick a few months ago and, apparently, went to the doctors and was diagnosed with a cancer. She kept it a secret from her friends, including Gloria and me, and then last week she was rushed to hospital. Gloria didn't find out until this morning that Brenda had died.
I was stunned. I couldn't think of anything to say and tears began to trickle down my cheeks.
"She's gone, Dave. It doesn't seem possible." sobbed Gloria in my ear.
I felt a tremendous need to go back home and I confirmed to Gloria that I wanted to attend the funeral. She agreed and said she would let me know when arrangements had been made.
I spent the next few days in a bit of a daze, trying to imagine this funny, clever woman was gone forever. It didn't seem possible.
Eventually, about three days later, Gloria phoned again and told me that the funeral would be the following week.
I knew I couldn't easily explain to my family why I was coming back from college to attend the funeral of a woman they had never known of, so Gloria said she would come to the college and pick me up and drive us to the service. Then I could either come straight back here or stay over at the farm, depending on how I felt.
The day arrived and the doorbell to the student house rang. One of my housemates got there first and let Gloria in and told her which room door was mine.
She knocked gently and called my name.
I let Gloria in to my student digs and we embraced for a long time and shed a tear or two together.
After our emotions had settled she sat on my bed and looked around the shabby room.
"Crikey Dave!" she said, "It's a bit grotty here."
"We're students, Glo." I replied, "It's supposed to be grotty."
"Yeah, I suppose." she said, "By the way, your housemate thinks I'm your mum." Gloria chuckled at this.
"Doesn't surprise me." I said, "And he's actually met my mum......more than once!"
I dressed in the smartest sombre clothes I owned at that time and we set off to the church in Brenda's village.
It was a decent turn out, but nearly all the people there were unknown to me and I received many curious stares from her family and friends.
But finally we said our farewell to Brenda and left the church. Neither of us wanted to attend the wake and I told Brenda I'd be happy to go back to the student house.
She drove us in silence to begin with and then we started reminiscing about our escapades with Brenda and the Big Dave Club, and then our moods lifted and we were able to laugh again.
What better way to remember a friend than with laughter?
The Millways
Closer to the college Gloria announced that she was hungry and suggested we have a dinner somewhere nice.
There was an expensive hotel in town with a restaurant I'd heard good things about and so we decided that we would give it a try.
It was quite posh but at least we were both dressed for it in our formal funeral attire.
In the dining room we had a nice table for two and selected from their menu.
I noticed some looks from other diners, mostly middle aged people, and many appeared to be smiling in our direction, probably imagining a doting mother taking her college student son out for a fancy dinner.
The table next to us had a middle aged American couple who talked enthusiastically to the waitresses about the sights to be seen in this area.
Towards the end of the meal I visited the toilets and when I returned I found Gloria in conversation with the Americans.
"Darling," she said looking up at me, "This is Mr and Mrs Millway. Their son is at your college."
