Plump, juicy. Davy's lips. Soft and yielding, and every bit as sweet as they looked. And his kisses... well, no wonder so many girls had grieved the way they did when Davy moved on to someone else. Davy kissed like he danced, with a style that was uniquely his. Hell, Davy was stylish every way and everywhere, thought Peter, not just when dancing or kissing. He knew how to work it.

At the peak of velocity on a roller coaster ride-that's the feeling Peter had in the pit of his stomach. Or perhaps when riding a very fast, spirited horse. Exhilarated. So he returned Davy's passion with his very own brand. And it wasn't something you could take lightly. Honestly, Davy should have been warned. He was coaxing out the animal in Peter, and it was about to emerge.

Good god, thought Davy. He was kissing Peter more passionately than he had kissed anyone else in his life, and Peter was not only matching him kiss for kiss, but eclipsing him. Davy wondered if Peter might swallow him whole. And the moaning and and low growling sounds coming from Peter made the experience wildly sensual.

Peter kissed kind of like how he played his bass-with aggressive tenderness. Davy realized Peter wasn't just fooling around; he was throwing everything he had into it, and then some.

Peter was devouring him.

The kiss deepened yet more, and Peter began to encourage Davy to let go completely. There was a tiny bit of Davy that was being held back, and that wouldn't do. Peter wanted all of him. This was a take-no-prisoners scenario. Ruthless.

"Open your mouth more, David," he breathed against Davy's lips. "Give it it up-everything... to me."

Those words let loose a torrent of torturous desire in Davy. They were the sexiest words he'd heard in a long while.

"Let go," murmured Peter.

Davy hadn't been overly aggressive with french kissing girls. He'd done a fair bit of experimenting, and some liked it, but many of them only liked it when they were right on the verge of making love. Some didn't like it even then. So he'd been prudent with his tongue. Peter, however, was a different story. He wanted it all, and he was demanding. There were no words that could describe how that turned Davy on. He gladly gave in to Peter, opening his mouth to Peter's satisfaction, and allowing him entry.

Peter was gentle, yet thorough. He explored the inside of Davy's mouth, rubbing his tongue against Davy's, and then sucking at it avidly. Davy got the hidden meaning in this-or at least he thought he did, and he felt his stomach tighten into a hard ball of anticipation. Every time Peter sucked, Davy felt his swollen cock twitch and jerk. God, it was wicked.

After a few minutes, Davy mustered up the courage to suck Peter's tongue, and then it was as if he'd uncaged a tiger. It seemed that Peter went mad, out of his mind, and Davy got a glimpse of what Peter would be like to have sex with. Peter held him down with firm hands on his shoulders, and ravaged his mouth. Davy found himself moaning uncontrollably-something that had never happened before. He hadn't thought himself capable of this kind of passion. But Peter was effortlessly bringing it all to the fore.

When their mouths finally broke apart, they found themselves flopping down on the bed, both panting like spent race horses. When Davy could finally catch his breath enough to talk again, he said, "And I thought the first time was intense!"

"There's a lot more where that came from," Peter said, his voice soft, serious and husky, sensuality just dripping off his tongue, and Davy didn't doubt him for a second. "Want to continue?"

Did Davy want to continue? Was that a question that even needed asking?

Davy gasped to himself. Wow, this was a Peter Davy hadn't known existed! He had turned from a shy, bashful, easy going guy into a sex machine! And the funny part of it was, they'd done nothing more than kiss! Davy could only imagine what Peter would be like... intimately. And he had to admit to himself that it was not only an exciting thought, but also a bit unnerving.

Peter was over him the instant Davy rolled onto his back to make himself accessible. Moans, tongues, all the while rolling over and over on the bed, emerged in their lust, until Davy feared they'd fall off. But Peter somehow kept them balanced, and Davy found himself starting to unbutton Peter's shirt. It was that easy. His fingers simply released the buttons without a conscious thought of what he was doing. The lust was driving him.

There was a feeling of a thick, rolling fog, a dream-like atmosphere engulfing Peter. This was way beyond anything either of them had expected. Better than any pot Peter had ever smoked. Way better. Their chemistry seemed to be perfectly aligned. Peter was so glad he hadn't had to reject Davy. Quite the opposite. If anything, he was even more eager for this than Davy. And that was saying a lot, since Davy was nearly at the summit of his ardor. His flushed cheeks told Peter his true feelings better than any words could have.

The warm skin was now exposed, just for Davy's fingers. Peter's chest. In all its glory. He ran his fingers through the hair there that was strangely both soft and coarse. Peter grunted at the pleasure that was coursing through him. Davy's touch would be his undoing-he already knew that instinctively.

Davy's hand strayed to Peter's flat abdomen, lightly tickling along the way. At the same time he rubbed his cheek along the stubble on Peter's cheek, enjoying the rough, sand paper feel on his skin.

Peter inhaled sharply as Davy's hand slid over his chest. It felt too damn good. He mentally steeled himself for even more pleasure. Davy was working his way down from Peter's mouth, to his neck, and now… to his chest. He rooted around, found a nipple and licked it, staying alert to Peter's reaction. When Peter shifted and groaned, Davy sucked it.

"Oh my god, David… "

The more Davy sucked, the more brazen Peter started to feel. The tingly, needy feeling traveled straight down to his cock. Made it spasm. What Davy was doing with his mouth was making Peter want to slide his hand down… and grab onto Davy's cock. He wanted to feel it in his hand… stroke it. Feel it pulsate under his touch. But fear held him back. Fear of rejection again. But he had to let Davy know how he felt…let him know he was receptive; well, way beyond merely receptive.

It was just that... he'd never touched another man sexually. He was frightened.

When Davy's tongue started working Peter's other nipple, it was just too much for Peter to bear. His hand slid down insidiously, feeling Davy tense with the shock of it. Peter's hand wasn't there yet, but it was within a couple of inches. Every muscle in Davy seemed to vibrate. Peter drew out the suspense a few seconds longer.

At last, his hand closed around Davy's cock, through his underwear. "Ahhhh!" Davy cried softly.

Wow, that cock was completely erect, and so hard it felt like steel with a velvet soft covering. Peter couldn't believe he held a cock in his hand! Never in his wildest dreams…

He began to stroke it, and Davy involuntarily lifted his hips from the bed, silently begging him to continue. Peter knew how he stroked his own cock, so he did the same to Davy that he did to himself when wanking (Davy's term for masturbating, something Peter thought was charming). Evidentally he was doing something right, as Davy panted, rolled onto his side, facing Peter and gripped Peter's upper arms. The next thing Peter knew Davy was thrusting into his hand. Davy was trying to talk, but struggling with the words.

"Pete, be careful. I'm gonna… come if you… don't stop…"

Peter stopped momentarily, to allow Davy to recover enough so he could continue. But he didn't want to just give Davy a hand job—he wanted more than that. The thoughts swirling around in Peter's head were disturbing and disconcerting. Yet sinfully delightful. He had to-had to experience this- in case this was the last chance he ever got.

Surrendering to his desire, voice low and uttering soothing nonsense to Davy as if he were a skittish animal, holding him as close as possible, Peter then dove head first into Davy's crotch, impatiently removing his underwear, and took the head of Davy's cock into his mouth. Nice-so very nice.

He had just started to lick and suck in preparation to engulf it completely when Davy cried out, loudly, then bucked like a bronco. In the next second, Davy came. It caught Peter by surprise, even though he'd been warned. The warm liquid filling his mouth was not something he'd planned on. Maybe eventually, but not the first time. It shocked him beyond belief that he found he loved it. He swallowed it all, savored it, then sucked Davy dry, licking the tip afterward. The act of swallowing Davy's semen excited him more than he'd thought possible. The entire while, Davy kept up his relentless audio. It almost sounded like a haunted house, mused Peter to himself. But did he give a damn? No. Let the entire world hear-it made no difference to him.

As Davy's cock softened a bit, Peter, although he didn't want to, finally stopped licking when Davy jerked slightly from the sensitivity, and then he slid back up Davy's body, to be welcomed with Davy's open arms. They held each other, neither one wanting to break the silence.

A little later, Davy spoke up. "Mate, you shocked the hell outta me. And to think... I was the one after you. And you said you were completely straight!"

"You've created a monster, babe." Peter smiled.

"Gotta admit, I never suspected that kind of passion was in you. Should have known though. Your passion for fun and life is there, so why wouldn't it be there in bed with me? We've been attracted to each other ... for a long time."

"Yeah, and we didn't even know it. Well, you knew it... before I did."

"You don't look different, but you have changed..."

"Hey," said Peter. "That sounded familiar!"

Davy shrugged. "Yeah, it did, didn't it?

"And yeah, I've changed. A lot...In a very short period of time."

Peter heard Davy's deep breath, and knew something was coming. "And now... Peter, I need you."

"David, just remember to relax and let go..." Peter whispered this into Davy's ear.

Davy's heart leapt up into his throat. A sort of panic gripped his senses. He hadn't had any experience with guys. But neither had Peter. He wasn't alone in this. Peter would be there for him, as he always was. He could count on Peter to help him if he needed it. And Peter wouldn't laugh at him-he'd support him.

Peter wasn't sure what Davy meant when he'd said he needed him, but he soon found out. Tentatively, Davy ran his hand up and down Peter's stomach, barely skirting the hair below Peter's navel, toying sweetly with him.

In reality, Davy didn't mean to tantalize Peter quite so much. Its just that he was so nervous...perhaps he just needed a bit more time, he told himself.

Peter, hardly able to tolerate the teasing, rubbed up against Davy almost against his will. Davy's cock, which was almost completely hard again now, made contact with Peter's and they both gasped. From there, things happened naturally. Neither one knew exactly what to do, so they began to rub against each other.

It was too much for Peter. Davy had gotten him so worked up that his climax was right at the doorstep. Any plans of Davy's were gone in an instant when Peter suddenly started to thrust savagely, making more noise than an actor in a porn film.

Peter came hard and long, spurting copiously all over Davy's belly. Davy didn't mind at bit. He clutched at Peter, hugging him close and nuzzling his neck as Peter slowly came down from his fit of ecstasy. Peter shivered at the sensation of Davy's lips on his neck.

A few minutes later they pulled free- as they were stuck together with sweat and semen. It was a royal mess, and Davy decided that laughing would be the best way to ease the embarrassment.

"Sorry it happened so fast..." Peter trailed off.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't last any longer meself."

"Next time... that is... if you want a next time... I'll last longer." Peter felt the flush of crimson rushing up his neck.

In a way, Davy was disappointed that it was already over. But at the same time, he was relieved. Now that it came down to it, he just didn't know if he could do it...

"Don't worry, Peter. We'll make up for it next time."

They slept together, not wanting to leave each other's arms. In the morning, Peter woke Davy by tickling him. Not persistently, like Mike and Micky, but softly, tenderly along his ribcage.

"You are being a saucy arse!" said Davy. "Doncha forget I'm a dodgy Manc, and I'll getcha back!"

Peter stopped tickling long enough to say, "I didn't understand half of what you just said."

"Let's just say, when you least expect it, you'll get what you deserve for waking me up that way. Payback's a bitch."

Peter smiled as he recalled he'd been the one to teach Davy that American expression.

Both Peter and Davy were horny as hell this morning, but neither of them mentioned it, knowing they didn't have much time to get ready for practice.

And Davy was relieved in a way, because he was still nervous as hell about pleasuring Peter...he wondered if he'd be able to go through with it.