It was the semi finals of the darts tournament and 20 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.
'180.' was shouted out and the room became deafening as all the half drunken men roared with appraisal.
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 loose we loose that's all there is to it. As long as you do your best nobodies going to say anything, really you have nothing to worry about.' John said affectingly as his hand slipped under the table unseen and gave Dave's thigh a rub and 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 Alli kephar!' the man in charge of the match shouted out. Dave got to his feet and wished he hadn't had that last pint as his head felt slightly 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 so quickly averted his eyes to the dart board as Dave through his first dart.
'One' a man shouted as Dave's dart speared the board embarrassingly.
'Come on my son.' John and a few other team mates shouted out encouragingly as Dave shook his head. Dave 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 his lips to touch Johns. 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 tumbled 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 tonight if that's okay with you? He said finding it hard not to slur his words. John laughed ruffled Dave's short black hair paid the taxi and 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 and 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 and 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 him self any more because 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 as the sight of him sitting there on the sofa with his legs parted open and his athletic smooth body made the end of his penis damp with his leaking sperm.
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 and he nearly jumped off the sofa when John rested his large hand on his naked thigh as he 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 him self 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 Kline'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 and tightened his dressing gown around himself as his swollen erection on was in danger of poking out. John wanted nothing more than to slide his hands over Dave's smooth body and started to imagine the feelings in his hands as they slowly caressed Dave's smooth hard chest and down the centre of his stomach. He could almost feel the little line of hair as it disappeared into Dave's Calvin Kline's. In his day dream his lips brushed against Dave's erect nipple as his hand slipped under the waist band of the soft fabric covering Dave's crutch.
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 day dreaming which was good for him as he was trying his hardest to conceal his obvious excitement as the stiffness between his legs was making his under wear stick up. He had stayed in the kitchen longer than he'd needed trying to will his hard on down but know matter how much he tried he couldn't stop the image of John's dressing gown slipping open revealing his hairy body and a large erection smiling back up at him. In his head he had already gone back into the living room and seeing John's naked body he put the drinks down sat on John's knees facing him and pressed his lips against John's more than willing mouth.
'Stop it Dave.' He said to himself as he tried to shake the image away and went back into the living room with the beers in front of 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 it was great. Did you see the look of amazement on their faces when you hit 180 for the third time in a row; It was fantastic I almost wish I'd had a camera.' He lied smiling 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 bedrooms which were next to each other 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 turned around and went to his room. Dave wondered what John was about to say as he watched him disappear behind his door, shrugged his shoulders and went to his own bed with the thoughts of John's naked body laying over his.
Back in his own bed John's heart was beating fast. He couldn't believe that he came so close to telling Dave how he felt and thinking of Dave his hand went down his hairy body and took hold of the aching stiffness that was weeping for the warmth ness of Dave's athletic body and began to slowly stroke.
In the morning john's hung over body descended the stairs and he saw a written note on the table. With slightly bleary eyes he read it.
'THANKS FOR A GREAT EVENING, SEE YOU AT THE GAME ON SATURDAY. OH YES, 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 would 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.