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CHUCK & DAVE-PT 2 - The Saga Continues

by ShavdLthr

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Dave went through much of the next day in a state of semi-arousal; he marveled over all the new sensations of being totally shaved under his suit and tie. Each time during the day he and Chuck talked on the phone it almost evolved into phone sex with Dave so sexually upended. Before each call would end Chuck would remind Dave he had just begun to experience the many things they would be sharing in their new life together.



Arriving at Chuck’s office after worked he head towards the men’s room to change into the jeans he’d brought along. Along the way he was stopped by Jeff, the jack-of-all-things guy with MsE, who handed Dave a heavy shopping bag with a note from Chuck pinned to the top: “To continuing beginnings, XOX” signed with a singular bold “C”. Inside the shopping bag Dave found several new white tee shirts (all of which looked far too small to fit him), a wide black leather belt, some heavy white socks and a pair of WESCO brand lace up boots that had to be at least 12” tall with thick lug soles. Stripping out of his suit etc. Dave first put on the white socks and then his jeans. With a little effort one of the white tee shirts did cover his upper body but it fit so tightly it could just have readily be paint applied to his skin. Dave’s nipples hardened when he glanced in a mirror and realized how the shirt made every muscle he had worked to develop look as if it was now carved from white marble.



Sitting to lace up the new boots Dave was first surprised by their weight but soon realized how he loved the feel of the tightly laced leather embracing his ankles and legs. After a few tentative steps Dave quickly adapted to his new posture and found he felt even more proud and like a man than he ever had before.



Leaving the men’s room and heading back towards Chuck’s office Dave was greeted by several cat calls and whistles from Chuck’s co-workers. Calls about being a “muscle God” , a “pretty boy” and having a “hot ass” followed him. Dave just smiled and continued on towards Chuck who was now standing outside his office door beaming in Dave’s direction. In no time Chuck wrapped is arms tightly around Dave and planned his tongue deep inside Dave’s mouth. In less than 24 hrs Dave had gone from having his first kiss ever with another man to now being French kissed by that same man in front of a room full of people. Could life get any better Dave wondered to himself.



His right hand cupping Dave’s ass cheek, Chuck guided Dave out of the office and out onto the sidewalk. Enjoying the sensation of his ass being grasped by the man Dave now knew he loved he continued in the direction Chuck had set out until they stopped in front of a barber shop about two blocks away. Why Dave had never noticed it before he didn’t understand but it looked like something from a 50’s era movie with its black and white tiled floors, three black leather barber chairs- a spittoon beside each- an expansive mirrored back bar filled with an array of talc’s, clipper, brushes of all shapes and types and disinfecting comb containers. Entering the shop Chuck introduced Dave to the shop owner Bruno who was waiting for them; he had to be at least 6’5”. Under his black barber smock Geoff noticed black leather pants and boots that seemed to the be same as those Chuck now wore daily. Chuck explained that he and Bruno had met soon after Chuck had started with MsE and Bruno had been keeping his hair in shape since. Now he was going to do the same for Dave as well as give Chuck a new trim and look.



Bruno then took over the conversation and suggested that he work on Chuck’s hair first so Dave could see how he would soon be looking, as well as giving Dave a chance to adjust to his new image.



In no time Bruno buzzed off the top of Chuck’s already short hair leaving the top of his head totally bald. (A landing strip Dave was to later learn.) Taking the chrome razor farther up the sides of Chuck’s head then he had ever before soon nothing remained of the sides and back of Chuck’s head except blond stubble. Much like Dave had felt on Chuck’s body the morning he had learned Chuck’s body was shaved. Soon those same areas were covered with a layer of hot foam from the old fashioned dispenser on the back bar and Bruno was expertly using a straight razor to removed all traces of stubble from the sides and back of Chuck‘s head.. With an application of some type of oil or lotion to Chuck’s head to make it shine like glass, he was now wearing a Recon Flattop less than an inch in length at the front with the balance of his head bald and shiny. “Your turn buddy” Chuck proclaimed.



“I can’t possible have my hair cut like that and show up in the office tomorrow” thought Dave. That thought was immediately followed by “I’ve GOT to have my hair cut like that. It’s the way My Man is now wearing his hair“. The leather of the chair Chuck has just vacated still felt warm as Dave’s ass settled into the chair yet a chill ran up his spine when he realized what he was about to experience. His dick tented his tight fitting jeans as Bruno wrapped the paper strip around his neck and fastened the black apron around his neck.



Just over 45 minutes later Dave’s lovingly maintained and cared for salon styled hair had been reduced to another Recon Flattop cut even shorter than was Chucks. Bruno told them that had he not cut Dave’s hair even shorter than Chuck’s if would have appeared longer since he had almost black hair and Chuck’s was so blond.



Not only was Dave’s hair now shorter than he could ever recall in all his adult life it was also much cheaper than he was accustomed to paying at his salon; with an extremely generous tip for Bruno he had still paid less than half the accustomed fee. However when Bruno said he’d be seeing them in about a week he assumed the cost might average out since it now appeared he being seeing Bruno a lot more frequently than he had his former stylist.



Standing on the side walk in front of the shop after saying good bye to Bruno, their near bald heads both glinting in the later afternoon sun, Chuck again planted a kiss on his partner’s lips. Yet another first!



Heading back to the MsE parking, on impulse Dave ducked into the firm’s retail outlet dragging Chuck behind. Grabbing a black version of the same shirt he now wore Dave threw the shirt to Chuck and said “Put this on. If I’m going to be wearing a shirt that fits like paint, so can you.” Laughing out loud Chuck stripped off his old shirt right on the sales floor and pulled on the new black shirt. Only once Chuck was wearing the shirt did Dave realize he had grabbed the muscle shirt model instead of the tee shirt version. “Damn, he could not get over how hot Chuck looked in the shirt”! Pitching Chuck’s old shirt towards the salesperson Dave told him to “Please trash this” as he handed over his credit card to pay for the shirt Chuck was now wearing.



Again heading towards the MsE parking lot Dave’s mind was in a total state of wonderment over all that had happened to between he and Chuck in the last 48 hours. He knew he had reached a new high is his life and hoped Chuck felt as elated as did he. Little did he know what was yet to come.



Reaching the MsE parking lot Chuck and Dave saw Ron (the owner of MsE) and his partner Russ chatting beside their truck. First acknowledging Chuck and Dave with a cordial “Hi” they both hesitated a few moments before starting to shout and move towards the two newly formed partners. Ron & Russ both went on and on about how they had not even recognized the two men initially with their change in dress (Dave’s especially) and their new Recon haircuts. The men instantly recognized Bruno’s hand in their new haircuts as he kept both Ron and Russ’s hair cut in virtually the same manner.



Finally Ron insisted that Chuck and Dave join he and Russ for a drink at a nearby club and dinner afterwards. It was obvious Ron was not going to accept no for an answer and soon the four men were headed off to a club Ron suggested for drinks. The four men were having a beer in a bar populated only with men, many of whom were wearing items from MsE. It was obvious both Ron and Russ were well known among the assembled group. Smiling, Dave reached over and grabbed Chuck‘s hand to squeeze. It was their first time out in public as a couple and their first time ever in a gay bar.



Ron finally suggested the four move on to dinner and naturally he knew the perfect place located not far away. Deciding to walk Dave was amazed to notice that at least half the men they encountered on the street were wearing leather and other garments form MsE or something very similar.



Reaching a nondescript building Dave was surprised when Ron turned into a doorway and headed up a flight of stairs. All Dave could tell was they were headed towards something called The Rose Tattoo according to a discreet brass plaque next to the door they had entered. Passing through another door on the upper level they entered a very small reception area with a bar area directly in front of them and a dining room seating no more than 80 off to their right. Every table in the dining room seem occupied and a large number of men gathered in the bar area would indicate a long wait for a table. Dave especially was in no mood to join in the herd waiting for a table to become available; this night was too special for that. As if reading Dave’s mind Ron stepped to his side and quietly commented “Don’t let the crowd bother you, I’m sure they’ll find a table for us very soon.” Either Ron was clairvoyant or he knew far more than did Dave for no more had Ron completed his statement to Dave than a man approached the group to announce “Your table is now ready Mr. Shafer, please follow me.” Walking towards a large round table in the exact center of the dining room Dave was positive that the table had not even been in the room when he first surveyed the space only minutes before. Reaching their table took far more time than normal as it seemed virtually every man wanted to greet Ron, Russ or them both. A few even wished to greet Chuck. Being at the rear of their group Dave had time to more thoroughly survey the property and guests. In doing so Dave became aware that there was not one female in the room. Many of the men were dressed in some or total leather and/or rubber. Dave innocently assumed all the admiring looks directed towards his group were for Ron & Russ.



Finally seated at their table Dave noted their suddenly appearing round table could easily have seated at least two if not four more guests. Theirs, like all other tables, were covered in black linen cloths with pure white napkins and chargers along with glistening silver. A perfect red rose in a black bud vase centered each table.



Within moments after being seated a waiter appeared at Ron’s side and presented a bottle of champagne for his approval: Compliments of Mr. Bruno for you and your guests. Ron thanked the waiter, approved the champagne and stated e could begin pouring. Tall crystal flutes were placed before each of the four for the champagne. While Dave’s glass was being poured he noticed the vineyard - Cristal; obviously cost had not been a concern to Bruno when ordering the wine.



Dave had met both Ron and Russ several times when meeting Chuck in the office but those had all been casual and short exchanges. As little as he knew of the two men he was surprised when the foursome fell into an easy form of conversation. Dave could tell from watching Chuck that he was enjoying the evening as much was he. Throughout the several courses of an exceptional dinner Chuck and Dave shared with their hosts how they had first met, about both being straight and married at the time, how Dave had moved in with Chuck and his then wife to help out during a time of need, in essence their entire life together before tonight. Both Ron and Russ listened in an amused manner and occasionally asked questions to prompt more conversation from either Chuck or Dave. Finally seeming not to be able to hold off any longer Russ announced “Do you two realize there’s been an office pool going for months now over how long it would take for you two guys to not only realize you were both gay and but also meant to be together as life partners?” Both Chuck and Dave fell silent immediately. Alternating between staring towards the floor or one another, an almost deadly silence over took their table for a few moments before Chuck stood up, walked around the table, took hold of Dave’s head and planted a kiss fully on his lips. “So we’re both slow learners Russ, what else can I say?” With that the four men all broke into laughter and all was as it was meant to be. “By the way, who won the pool? ” questioned Chuck. The foursome again broke into laughter.



After dinner while enjoying a fine cigar that had been proffered along with some excellent port, the conversation between Chuck and Ron turned towards business while Dave and Russ discussed a range of other things. It was during this time Russ told Dave that MsE supplied all the uniforms for the restaurant and deciphered the meaning of the colors each man wore. Every man on the service staff wore black leather patrol pants bloused perfectly into black combat boots along with a black leather belt with military style cinch buckle onto which was embossed a silver rose. Men is olive drab wife beaters were busmen, white tee shirts indicated a waiter and gray tee shirts a table captain. Room managers and the General Manager wore black tee shirts with black leather riding breeches and knee-high riding boots. It was obvious to Dave that along with the regimented dress code, the restaurant also had high standards for the physical condition of their entire staff along with hair restrictions. Dave had not seen a man on staff did not look like a body builder or with hair much longer than that both he and Chuck now wore theirs.



Just as the evening was about to wind down the table was attended by two men Dave was to learn were Max the General Manger of the restaurant and Phillip the Dining Room Manager. Both men seemed concerned that all had gone well with the evening and that Ron and Russ were both completely satisfied. They assured the two that all had been superb. Ron went to great pains to introduce Chuck to the men and Chuck’s position with MsE as well as introducing Dave and giving both details of his job as well as his connection to Chuck. (How had Ron known so much about me and my business thought Dave?”)



As the two employees left the table Ron quickly signed off on the entire bill for the evening explaining that he and Russ insisted upon doing so in celebration of Chuck and Dave’s new relationship. With nothing left to do but Thank Ron and Russ for the extravagant evening the four men rose to leave.



Reaching the exit the foursome was stopped by Max. Max presented a silver tray to Chuck and Dave; upon the tray were two black plastic cards with a 10 digit number embossed across the center and a five digit alpha numeric number the lower right hand corner. Max explained to the two men that the center number was an unlisted phone number for The Rose Tattoo they should use any time they wanted to dine at the restaurant; a table would always be available to them within 15 minutes of their calling. The five digit number was coded to their individual names to insure the person taking their call they were authorized card holders Max also explained that less that twenty of these cards had been distributed and to guard them closely. Although no other words were spoken Dave noticed an extremely brief nod by Max in Ron’s direction which told him that Ron was the one responsible for the cards they now held.



Stopping first at the MsE building to drop off Ron and Russ even with light night traffic back to the East Bay it was still well after one before Chuck and Dave reached home. Damn! Where had the night gone?



As they headed towards their bedrooms Chuck wrapped his arm around Dave’s shoulder and directed him towards Chuck’s bedroom in the master suite. “hey buddy, don’t forget, this is “our” bedroom from now on.”



Despite all the excitement and new experiences of the evening and night neither Chuck or Dave had any trouble falling asleep, each with their arms wrapped around the others upper body.



As usual Dave was the first to awaken the next morning. Reveling in the feel of this new haircut he rubbed first the tops of his head then moved to the shaved sides, as he continued the exploration of his now virtually hairless body he started to become aroused. Rolling onto his side this hot blond man came into view and Dave was giving serious thought to giving his partner a new form of wake up call when his eyes focused on the alarm clock. “My God it’s 45 minutes later than I normally wake up!”



Giving Chuck a quick slap on his ass he continued shouting towards Dave as he ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. Throwing some coffee into the brewer and turning it on he headed back towards their bedroom balancing two glasses of juice. Though not fully awake either the ass slap or the shouting had awakened Chuck who was stumbling towards the bathroom.



Fortunately the house had two baths so they headed in their respective directions to make ready - on the double. Showering Dave had no time to even think about his new body and haircut but for the first time he did feel a little resentment towards Chuck for being able to be ready after only a quick shower and shave and then grabbing one of his now usual tees, a pair of jeans and shouts and heavy boots; he never had to worry about selecting a suit, tie and all the other necessary shit required to present a professional image. Dave also thought about how nice it would be to work in a casual environment where the prime requirement was the quality of your work, not what you said to someone at the water fountain two weeks back.



Fifteen minutes later the guys were backing out of their garage, each with a travel mug filled with coffee. Somewhere the God’s must have been looking over them as Chuck pulled up in front of Dave’s building within five minutes of their usual drop off time.



Heading towards the entrance Dave almost walked over one of his colleagues. The guy stood back, stared at Dave and finally said “What in the hell happened to you?” For a minute Dave couldn’t understand the question until his new Recon haircut crossed his mind. No simple answer seemed to satisfy the man who continued probing Dave as they took the elevator towards their offices.



While Dave had anticipated a few comments about his new hair he was in no way prepared for all the questioning and comments he endured during the day or the severity of the opinions of some. People even made specific trips to his office to see Dave and then give him their opinion, some which seem to go on and on. Many people couldn’t get over how different the new cut made in his appearance and how much younger and more buffed he looked. Others were equally negative in the opinion and had no compunction in say so to Dave. Others he encountered during the day either made no comment or said something bland and indifferent. In the end it seem the three general groups were about evenly divided. The one big difference Dave noted was the far more men were in the “It’s Great” group while the “Hate it” group held far more women.



Midway through the morning the floor receptionist phoned Dave to ask “What do you want done with all these flowers?” Not really hearing or understanding her question Dave replied “Send them on back” and absent mindedly hung up the phone. Moments later a young guy in khaki pants and a dark green shirt with the name of the cities premier status florist was at his door holding a huge arrangement of deep red roses in a massive black vase. Everyone outside his office seemed to have stopped whatever they had been doing and were staring in his direction. The vase of flowers was so big that in Dave’s small office the only place he and the delivery man could find for the flowers to sit was on the corner of his desk. The card attached to the flowers with a black leather band stated the sender to be Max from The Rose Tattoo. The note thanked Dave for having dinner of the restaurant the night before and welcomed he and Chuck to the Elite Circle of cardholders.



Talking with Chuck later Dave learned that he too had received an identical delivery and card and since the guys in the office had insisted upon counting the roses he told Dave there were three dozen in each arrangement.



Now people were making their way past Dave’s glass fronted office to see his roses which apparently had replaced his haircut as the topic-of-the-day. One good thing Dave found in having the flowers on his desk was that the arrangement was so big it blocked virtually all view of him while working at his desk. With all the traffic now passing his office that was a distinct advantage.



One thing about the guys at that restaurant is they certainly do things in a first class way thought Dave. “No wonder they charge the prices they do, how else could they be this generous.”



Late in the day Dave’s private direct line rang and he assumed it would be Chuck. Instead it was Russ from last night. After a few minutes of light conversation Russ got to the point of his call. It seemed there was to be a meeting tomorrow evening that keep both Ron and Chuck in the office later than normal. Instead of hanging around Chuck’s office alone, why didn’t Dave come over to the main retail location where Russ was located and hang out with him instead. Even though Friday was one of their usual gym nights Dave realized he didn’t want to go alone, especially not tomorrow night with his new haircut and shaved body and quickly said yes.



Dave had never been a clock watcher but today was one that could not end soon enough for him. About 4:30 Dave called the women in his area into his office and suggested since he had no way to get the roses home, why didn’t they divide them among themselves. He explained there was no way he could work another day with less than a third of his desk available. Needless to say Dave’s comments brought smiles to several women’s faces. Dave’s one restriction was they had to save one perfect rose for him along with the vase. He certainly didn’t want seven women fighting over who got to take the vase.



With all the excitement created by the women it was easy for Dave to slip away early, unnoticed. The moment his feet touched the sidewalk out front he pulled off his tie and opened up his shirt collar - neither were normal actions for Dave.



Arriving at the MsE lot Dave found Chuck already in their SUV, the air conditioning running and Chuck’s rose delivery packed in the back. Within seconds they were headed home.



An advantage of cell phones is you can order a pizza for pick-up once you see how traffic is moving. They had timed their call to their favorite pizza parlor perfectly, the counter man was just boxing their pizza as Dave went through the door.



Arriving home Chuck put the pizza in the oven to stay warm and then opened beers for them both while Dave put the roses on a side table in their den. Then both men almost raced down the hall the see could strip to their jock straps first; as usual Dave was naked first.



Even though both men were filled with news of their day along with reactions to their new haircuts, a couple of beers, some pizza and the men were smuggled in bed before 10 o’clock. The touch of Chuck’s body revived Dave’s thoughts of earlier that morning. It was much later before the men fell asleep.



Friday afternoon’s meeting did not extend as long as Russ had feared so Dave and he spent far less time together but it was more than enough time for Dave to realize Russ was far more than the mere eye candy many thought him to be. Not only did he have a wonderful ability to motivate and mange the sales associates of the retail stores he had an excellent grasp of their back room operations and controls as well as potential problems as Chuck’s internet business continued to expand along with difficulties that would occur in and when MsE did indeed add one or more of their long rumored locations. Russ could see they were headed toward needing a far more complex amalgamated inventory control and financial system; he just had no understanding of how they should approach the problem. Dave had known he liked the man but now he was also coming to respect his abilities as well.



Dave also wondered if there might have been more to their time spent time together than just as two friends might do; many of the potential problems discussed were in areas known to be Dave’s expertise with his company.



Not having brought jeans or anything else to change into after his work day Dave had immediately removed his suit jacket and tie and rolled his sleeves to above his elbows. These were things he would not have done in the past as Dave was well known for always being properly dressed.



With Dave being able to leave earlier than either had originally thought the men were still able to get a full workout in, even if later than was their normal usual time. Again Chuck seemed driven to achieve ever higher goals for them both and both men left their session exhausted but in a very good way. With neither of the men in a mood for eating out nor in the mood for another pizza or for carry out food, they settled on doing chops on the grill along with a salad and veggies and they once again headed across the bay towards home.



Waiting in the parking while Dave grabbed the few needed things from their local market the thought again crossed Chuck’s mind how living in the East Bay area, which had seemed so ideal when his daughter was at home, now seemed to rob both he and Dave of many hours weekly spent commuting There lives were even more city oriented than at anytime in his past.



Saturday morning was usually their time for catching up on things between them, attending to mail and messages which had collected throughout the week and in general just kicking back. The morning being unusually clear and sunny along with warm the men were enjoying time in their yard au natural along with their coffee and the morning papers. After returning from refilling each of their coffee mugs Chuck asked Dave to put down his paper, he has something he wanted to discuss with him.



In his normal direct manner Chuck said he’d been thinking for some time he wanted his Corp tattoo refreshed and quite possibly enlarged. Today was to be the day, he had scheduled an appointment for them both for one o’clock today with an artist with whom he had become acquainted thru MsE. The reason they both had appointments was Chuck also figured it was time for Dave to start his own ink collection.



Initially Dave sat silently. Not only did he not have any idea Chuck had been thinking about getting a new/enlarged tattoo, he himself had never given any thought to having any form of tattooing on his body. Dave also was upset that again Chuck seemed to have made a decision concerning them both without even discussing it with him. This wasn’t their way of doing things.



Finally Dave spoke up and told Chuck he had some questions for him. First why hadn’t he had any idea Chuck he was thinking about a new/refreshed tattoo? Secondly, what gave Chuck the right to schedule an appointment for a tattoo for him without even knowing if he had even the slightest interest in having a tattoo? Where do you get off feeling you have the right to made decisions alone that affect us both?



Looking both shocked and stunned Chuck immediately started to apologize “Baby I am sooooooooooo sorry. I just didn‘t think. With all the changes we‘ve both been through these past months I just assumed you‘d been thinking of a tattoo or two as much as have I. I would so love to see my hot man with ink on his body that I just rushed ahead and made the commitment. If you don’t want it, we can always cancel your appointment. Please forgive me!”



As usual Chuck’s sincerity and directness worked on Dave and instantly any hesitancy he might have had melted away. In no time they men were discussing the plans for their afternoon. “Anyway, who besides Dave, is ever going to know I have a small, discreetly placed tattoo” Dave thought.



Finally Chuck swatted Dave across his ass and suggested they had best get started with a shower and shave, they didn’t want to be late for their appointments. Heading towards the shower Chuck suggested they shower together since the artist had suggested if they arrived with the bodies shaved (the entire body for only something small on their arms” thought Dave) they would not only save time but their new tattoos would both heel more quickly as well as showing more distinctly.



This was the first time the two men had ever shared the same shower, and the closeness of their shaved bodies along with the warm, cascading water, soon had both men thinking about far more then merely shaving one another. Had the steam from the warm water not clouded over the shower enclosure, heat from their bodies would have done so. In no time sounds of both ecstasy - and lust - were coming from the shower.



Finally two broadly smiling men emerged from the shower. After a brief game of slap-ass with their towels the men there were once again going to be late if they didn’t haul ass.



Walking into their bedroom Dave found two MsE packages on top of their bed. The first package contained several of the same muscle shirts as he had bought for Chuck the other evening, most to the shirts were in white. The second package contained an exclusive MsE style black leather jean that Dave knew was only available by special order. Along with the jeans was a wide matching belt.



“I figured if you expected me to show off my body to others in that shirt you gave me, you would be willing to do the same for me” said Chuck as he gave Dave a mischievous wink. Determining once in for an ounce you might as well go for the pound Dave started molding himself into one of the white shirts along with the leather jeans and his combat boots. Catching a glimpse of both he and Chuck in their closet mirror Dave realized his partner was also wearing a pair of the custom leather jeans along with his combat boots. The only difference was one wore a black shirt, the other white.

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