Chapter 2-1
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Chapter 2
Three weeks went by with no word from Bud. Each time the phone rang, David’s heart had leapt to his throat. But it had always been someone else. Slowly, David began to realize the conclusion he’d reached on his journey back home had been correct. Far from making him sad, David was able to replay the events of that wonderful night in Crescent City; drawing strength and comfort from the fact that, for a short time at least, he had been loved. He wished it could have been for longer, but nonetheless, for a few brief hours, he’d known total contentment.
It came as a major surprise therefore one Friday afternoon, just as David had come home after finishing a particularly tiresome day at school, he heard his phone ringing. At first he thought about letting the machine take care of it, but something made him lift the kitchen extension and take the call.
“Hello?”
“Is that my favorite school teacher?”
The wave of warmth that swept over David momentarily rendered him speechless and unable to move. Bud had called, he hadn’t abandoned him, he wanted to speak to him, and maybe…
“David? You still there?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m here.”
“Everything all right?” The concern in the deep voice brought tears to David’s eyes.
“Yeah, it’s just I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Is this a bad time? Should I call back later, or—”
“No, no, not at all. It’s wonderful to hear your voice again.”
Bud’s slow quiet chuckle caused a rapid tightening in David’s boxer shorts.
“Just wondered if you’d have some free time over the weekend? Remember I promised I’d come and figure out an exercise program for you.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m free all weekend.” David had made tentative plans to help a friend move into a new condo across town, but he rapidly formulated an excuse for not being available.
“Great. I’ll be at your place in a couple of hours if that’s all right.”
“No problem. Will you have eaten, can I fix you something?”
“Sure, stud, that’d be great, but after the workout, okay?”
“Okay, and thank you.”
More chuckling. “You might not be thanking me when I’ve put you through your paces on the weights.”
David started to leak pre-c*m in his shorts. “Be gentle with me, Bud.”
“You got it, stud.”
The phone went dead. David held the receiver to his chest while a wide grin split his face. The thought of being able to spend the evening with his Marine made his cup of joy overflow.
As he made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy extra provisions, David wondered if Bud would be staying the night. He hoped so, but knew he’d never ask. David had decided that being a Marine, Bud would want to eat meat. They’d eaten steak that night in the motel room, but he wanted to do something different. Deciding on chicken, he got a large pack of skinless breasts. He picked up some other items to make a marinade, as well as salad fixings. David knew Bud had to eat somewhat sensibly in order to maintain his size and awesome musculature.
“Feeding the five thousand?” the check out operator asked as she rang up his purchases.
David just smiled in response.
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He had only just got everything squared away in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. From the size of the shadow cast on the door’s frosted glass panel, David knew who the visitor was. Schooling his features in an effort not to appear too needy or desperate, David approached and opened the door. He was engulfed in a massive bear hug.
“God, I missed you, little stud.”
“I missed you, too,” David said, his words muffled in Bud’s jacket. Not many people could call the six-foot even David little, but the well-built 6’5” Marine could.
“Hope you’re ready for a good work out. It’s been a couple of days since I could get to the gym,” Bud said, holding David at arm’s length.
“Yeah, I’m ready for you to put me through my paces.”
Squeezing the back of David’s neck, Bud laughed. “But I’ll live up to my promise of taking things easy with you. Though you’ll probably call me a liar tomorrow when you’re so sore you can hardly walk.”
David felt his cheeks go bright red at the possible double-entendre.
“It’s down here, the basement I mean,” David said, turning away from Bud’s face with those eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
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