Tommy And David (Part 3)

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Anyone who knows me, knows I have a sense of humor and that’s what I’ve injected in part three of this series. So, I invite you to sit back, and have a laugh on me!
David G.

Tommy looked at David with amusement and arched his eyebrow. “Are we having our first argument little one?” He asked comically. David smiled and poked him in the ribs playfully. “I think we are Studmuffin.” They were trying to pick out a bed. It had been two weeks since they had moved out of the hotel. Tommy had found a good paying job with a local construction company and, to make extra money, David was teaching piano. They were actually pulling in good money! David had used some of the cash that he had to rent their first place. It was a typical Floridian house (one floor) with two bedrooms, bath, kitchen, living room and dining room. It was small but it was cozy. It was also devoid of any furniture. Well…that wasn’t exactly true…it did have an air mattress in one of the bedrooms and a small table with no chairs in the dining room (left over from the previous tenants), plus a love seat that they had salvaged from a yard sale. Now it was time to start furnishing the place themselves and they both agreed that a bed should come first, but they couldn’t agree on which one. The salesperson had long disappeared because they’d driven her crazy with their indecision. Should they go for the King or the Queen? Of course, the King would cost slightly more money but, for some reason David wanted the Queen size even though he knew he was losing the argument. 

“You know what?” Tommy said calmly. “I’m just gonna jerk off all over this mattress and then we’ll have to buy the bed!”
“What?” David exclaimed. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Why not? There’s nobody else in this place and besides, you chased the sales lady off!”
“I didn’t chase the sales lady off,” David sighed. “She’s just a little high strung and probably needed a cigarette or something.”
“Of corse she did,” Tommy laughed. “Because you drove her crazy!”


Before David could respond, Tommy reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. David looked around frantically. “Will you put that back!” He exclaimed.
“Nope. I’m gonna jerk off on this bed so we’ll have to buy it.”
“You’re nuts,” David giggled. Suddenly the sales lady re-appeared behind Tommy.
“Are you gentlemen ready yet?” She inquired. 
David’s jaw dropped as the lady stopped just behind Tommy. Tommy grinned wickedly at David and said nothing. He looked down at his dick which was starting to rise slightly. David looked horrified but recovered and rushed past Tommy to the nice old lady.
“Ahh I-I-I think I’d like to s-s-see that other one of the far side of the room.”

The woman sighed heavily, and shook her head in disbelief. “It’s a good thing nobody else is here,” she said. “Otherwise I’d not be able to devote so much time to you. I’m just one person you know.”
“Yes!” Tommy called from over his shoulder. “It is a good thing nobody else is here.” Then he grunted as his ministrations to his dick made it rise to it’s full length.
“I beg your pardon?” The woman said to him.
“N-Nothing!” David said sharply. “I-I mean…’er…he was just agreeing with you. Can I see that other bed now?”
“Very well dear,” the woman said impatiently. “Come this way.”
Tommy giggled at the woman’s un-intended pun as David quickly followed her across the room in the other direction. Tommys arm was really moving now as his hand gripped his hardon. He was remembering last night in the shower with David. He’d soaped David down, rinsed him off, then ate his ass. After that he’d taken his time fucking him in the shower. In fact, they did it twice in the shower! As the memory of last night paraded through his mind, he groaned out loud. Aaaaagh! The sales woman stopped in the middle of her pitch to David and looked across the room at Tommys back.

“Is that young man alright?” She asked.
“Oh…he’s never felt better.” David said slowly. “Could you tell me once more how many different styles I can get this head board in?”
Across the room Tommy could be heard to say, “My God I’m leaking like a faucet!”
The woman looked at David quizically. “What did he say dear?”
“Ah..he said My God I think I want a corset!…H-H-He has a bad back.” David laughed nervously.
“Y-Yes.” She responded just as nervously. She continued with her sales pitch.
From across came, O babe…I’m almost there!
Before the woman could say anything, David said, “He wants a beer…it’s rather hot in here.”
“Well I don’t have any!” She said indignantly.
“N-N-No,” David stammered. “I guess you wouldn’t!”
“O! I’m cuuumming!”
“Are you sure you’re friend is all right?” The woman asked sharply.
“Yes,” David sighed with relief. “Yes, I do believe he is. Didn’t you hear him? He’s coming to join us. Hurry up Tommy! We’re waiting for you!”

David watched Tommy’s back as he moved around. He could only guess that he was shaking his dick off and putting it back in his pants. He was going to kill him when they got home! Then, Tommy turned around, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and smiled broadly as he approaced David and the saleswoman.
“Do you usually talk that loud young man?” The woman asked him.
“Only when certain things excite me madam,” Tommy said galantly. And that King size bed back there excites me to no end!”
“You’ll be taking it then?” She asked hopefully.
Tommy smiled wickedly at David. David rolled his eyes with defeat, and smiled back.
“Yes,” David said. “We’ll take it.”
“Good,” she beamed. “I’ll just go put a sold sign on top of it!”
“NO!” They both cried at once.

She stopped short with surprise and looked at them fearfully.
“It’s j-j-just that…well….Tommy tell her why!”
“We need more time for the thought of it to sink in,” Tommy said sweetly. “Let’s go pay for it and then when we leave…you can put all the signs on it that you want.”
David looked away because if he looked at Tommy, or this poor confused woman, he was going to lose it completely! He followed them toward the cash register and thought to himself, and our journey has just begun!
TO BE CONTINUED...

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