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Story by: GCS
It was the semi finals of the darts tournament and twenty year old Dave was sitting nervously in the smoke filled bar next to his team captain John who had a bit of a beer belly and always had a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
‘It’s all right Dave don’t worry too much just remember to take your time and do your best that’s all any one can ask,’ John said as he put his big hands on top of Dave’s.
‘I know but I can’t help it. If I fuck up then that’s it and we have too start from scratch again and we’ve never got this far before,’ Dave replied as a trickle of sweat wept down his fore head.
‘On e hundred and eighty’ was shouted out and the response was deafening as all the half drunken men roared with approval.
Dave let out a moan of despair as he looked up and saw it was the other team who had scored.
‘Look Dave if we lose we lose that’s all there is to it. As long as you do your best nobody’s going to say anything. Really you have nothing to worry about.’ John slipped his hand under the table and gave Dave’s thigh a rub. Then left his heavy hand their and looked into the younger man’s worried eyes and winked. John was forty eight and had become like a surrogate father to Dave since he was just a kid and his own father had died. He had a lot of time for Dave and was more than pleased with the way he’d turned out.
‘Dave Turner and Ali Kephar!’ the man in charge of the match shouted out. Dave got to his feet and wished that he hadn’t had that last pint. He now felt giddy.
‘Remember to stay calm,’ John said with a proud smile and patted Dave’s muscular backside. John stood up and watched Dave’s backside as he walked to his place. He felt a stirring in his groin and quickly averted his eyes to the dart board as Dave threw his first dart.
‘One.’ Dave’s dart speared the wrong part of the board embarrassingly.
‘Come on my son!’
John and a few other team mates shouted out encouragement as Dave shook his head. Dave looked over at John and found some encouragement. Somehow he recovered his wits and won his match, taking them through to the next round in a week’s time. The pub filled with people shouting their congratulations and slapping Dave on the back. John wrapped his strong arms around Dave and picked him up off the floor in jubilation. Dave laughed loudly as he felt he was being crushed by John’s arms. He looked into John’s proud and happy face and, as so many times before, he wanted their lips to touch. John put Dave down after a while and they sat down to some serious drinking as pint after pint was bought for them. A couple of hours later they stumbled into a taxi and went to John’s house.
‘You going to have one for the road before you go home or do you want to stay at my place tonight?’ John asked Dave as he got out of the car.
‘That’s a good idea I think I’ll stay at yours if that’s okay with you,’ he said, finding it hard not to slur his words.
John laughed, ruffled Dave’s short black hair and paid the taxi. They staggered into his house.
‘I’ll get the beers if you want to make your self comfortable,’ John said as he made his way into the kitchen.
Dave turned the telly on in the living room, stripped his clothes off except for his white Calvin Kline under pants and sat on the sofa.
‘So you’ve still not learnt to put your clothes away then,’ John said in good humour as he gave Dave a cold beer. He picked up the discarded garments off the floor and headed for the stairs. ‘I’ll put these away then shall I? Then I’ll make myself more comfortable as well.’
Ten minutes later he was back down in his dressing gown. He would have liked to have sat on the sofa with Dave in just his boxer shorts as well but didn’t trust himself any more. Even though he’d seen Dave grow up his feelings had begun to change towards him the older he got. Even thinking about him got him hard between the legs.
He was more than glad he’d decided to wear his dressing gown. As he sat on the sofa next to Dave, the sight of the younger man sitting with his legs open and his athletic smooth body made the end of John’s penis damp, his dressing gown could hide that.
As John sat down Dave could feel his hairy legs touch his and it was like a jolt of electricity shot through his whole body and into his loins. He nearly jumped off the sofa when John rested his large hand on his naked thigh as they watched the telly. Dave’s mind was in turmoil, at the age of twenty he was still a virgin. He’d never really fancied girls and recently, every time John was around him, he found himself imagining all sorts of things happening between them. He was starting to think that maybe he should have gone back to his own flat after all as the bulge began to grow in his Calvin’s. To hide his embarrassment he cupped his hands and laid them between his legs.
‘Do you want another beer?’ he asked John.
‘What perfect timing you have. I’ve just finished this one so yes please.’
John watched with hungry eyes as Dave sauntered into the kitchen. He tightened his dressing gown to hide his erection. John wanted nothing more than to slide his hands over Dave’s smooth body and started to imagine his hands as they slowly caressed Dave’s hard chest and stomach. He could almost feel the little line of hair as it disappeared into Dave’s underwear. In his daydream his lips brushed against Dave’s erect nipple as his hand slipped under the waistband of the soft fabric covering Dave’s crotch.
John’s heart skipped a beat as he was bought out of his dream with Dave sitting back down next to him and giving him another beer.
As Dave sat down he could tell John was daydreaming. This was a good sign maybe; he was trying hard to conceal his own excitement. The stiffness between his legs was making his underwear stick up. He had stayed in the kitchen longer than he’d needed to, trying to will his hard on down but, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t banish an image; John’s dressing gown slipping open, revealing his hairy body, a large erection… In his head he had already gone back into the living room and, seeing John’s naked body had put the drinks down, sat on John’s knees facing him and pressed their lips together...
‘Stop it Dave.’ He tried to shake the image away and went back into the living room carrying the beers in front, covering his aching penis.
‘Penny for your thoughts,’ Dave said as he sat down.
John’s face felt warm with embarrassment as he coughed,
‘I was just remembering the darts match,’ he said. ‘It was great. Did you see the look of amazement on their faces when you hit one eighty for the third time in a row? It was fantastic, I wish I’d had a camera.’
He smiled as he looked into Dave’s puppy dog eyes and felt himself drowning in their depths. They spoke endlessly about the game trying their hardest to fill the air with noise to stop themselves thinking about each other. After a couple of more drinks they staggered to their adjacent bedrooms and, as Dave put his hand on the door handle.
John put his hand on Dave’s naked shoulder. ‘Dave…I, oh it doesn’t matter have a good sleep.’ And he turned around and went to his room.
Dave wondered what he was about to say as he watched him disappear behind his door. He shrugged his shoulders and went to his own bed, his thoughts still on John’s naked body.
Back in his own bed John’s heart was beating fast. He couldn’t believe that he’d come so close to telling Dave how he felt. Thinking of Dave, his hand went down his hairy body and took hold of the aching stiffness that was weeping for the warmth of Dave’s athletic body - and began to slowly stroke.
In the morning John descended the stairs and saw a note on the table. With slightly bleary eyes he read it.
‘Thanks for a great evening, see you at the game on Saturday. Will it be okay for me to stay over again? Give me a ring after work on Wednesday. Take care. Love Dave.’
John smiled and wondered if he should finally say something to Dave or not next Saturday.
‘Let’s see what happens,’ he said to himself and went into the kitchen with a big grin on his face.
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