James

Hello again, true believers! Ha ha... how many of you remember that old line from Spider-Man? Thanks to all of you who write in and give me your thoughts on what is going on with the lives of our boys James and Dave. Suggestions and comments are always welcome, guys!

Part V

Have any of you ever had one of those feelings of intense, total trepidation? Your stomach is all in knots, you grip everything like it's the only thing holding you from dropping to a rocky, bloody grave, and you break out in a cold sweat? Well, I was feeling exactly this way as I made the short drive over to James' apartment. It was either anxiety or I had contracted malaria.

I was simultaneously feeling this intense hope and this intense fear. What would happen? I kept seeing the best and worst case scenarios in my head. In one, James and I talked it all out, made up, and ran off into a beautiful sunset; in the other, we got into a huge fight and never spoke to each other again.

I pulled into the parking lot of James' complex and had to stop myself from running up the stairs. I went to apartment 208 and knocked quietly. The door opened almost immediately, like James had been sitting there waiting for me. My breath caught as I took in the vision in front of me. James had decided this wasn't any ordinary dinner. He was wearing some nice khakis and a dark red long-sleeved t-shirt that highlighted his Hershey chocolate eyes. His blond hair was neatly combed and slightly gelled into place, and he was clean-shaven. I caught a faint hint of cologne coming across to me. I had this intense urge to kiss him until he melted, or the world came to an end.

"Would you like to come in?" James' voice broke me from my reverie, and I wordlessly followed him inside. The place looked the same as before, except the table was set up with lit candles, wine glasses and what looked like fine china. Very impressive, I thought. Another new development was a picture by an end table that had never been there before. I walked closer to it. James followed me over.

"Has this always been here," I asked, bending to look closer.

"Umm, ah, no, I just put it up," James said, somewhat nervously. I looked closely in the dim light. It was a black and white picture of James, totally naked! He was lying in front of a cloth backdrop on his stomach, and I could see the faint shadows of his chest and ab muscles, as well as the tightly developed muscles of his legs, arms, and back, and his oh-so-fine ass. The shadows caught the fine details of his face casting them into sharp relief. It was an amazing picture!

"This is incredible. Was it done professionally?" I asked, turning to look at James. He was staring at the floor, blushing furiously. "What is it? Why are you blushing?"

"Do you like it?" he asked quietly.

I laughed. "Sure I like it. It's amazing. How did it happen?"

James gestured to a chair and I sat, while he lowered his body into another close by. "Well, I met this guy about a month ago who is a photographer. He takes pictures for landscape books and such, but he has also done a few human body studies. He saw me out roller blading one day and asked me if he could photograph me for a project, so I said yes. That's the copy."

I was amazed, and I told him so. He blushed even more furiously. "Would you like a copy?"

I grinned. "Sure would."

James smiled so large I thought his face would be consumed. My tension was eased, and I felt relaxed about the evening. "So, how about dinner?" I asked.

James jumped up. "Sure, just hang on. Have a seat," he said, pulling out a chair for me.

"Wow, pulling out all the stops," I observed. James grinned at me again before he walked into the kitchen, giving me yet another opportunity to gaze at his beautiful ass. The table was set very nicely, with cloth napkins and all. Wonder how he set all this up, I thought, before I really noticed the china. It looked suspiciously like the china that Todd and Barry got when they got hitched a few years ago. They had gone for the traditional "wedding" ceremony, complete with registry and everything. I had given them a platter and a nice blender, which Todd uses at the bar.

James walked back in with two plates of food and set one down at each place. "Did Todd or Barry help you set this up?"

James smiled. "Yeah, I called Todd right after I saw you at the park today. He was all too happy to set this up."

I laughed. "Just hope he doesn't tell Barry he let the china out of the house, he may spit soup and his head might spin around."

We both laughed and started to eat. Neither one of us really said anything through dinner, just a few sly glances and winks were shared. It was just what we needed to ease the tension and get through the awkwardness of being together again after time apart. Soon, we finished the dinner and the dessert and I helped James clear the table. "I'd better help with the dishes, so Barry won't have a hissy fit."

"Why would Barry do that?" James wondered as we took the dishes into the kitchen.

"Barry is super sensitive about his plates," I said. "They have to be washed and dried a certain way. Trust me, I thought he wouldn't notice, but he did. He has this weird sixth sense when it comes to his precious dishes."

James was shaking his head as we got to work. It was really nice, the two of us washing dishes together again like we had done before. I hadn't really thought about it before, but it was the little things we used to do, like washing dishes together and sharing the newspaper that I missed more than anything. Togetherness. I must have let out a sigh because James looked at me suddenly and smiled. "I know," was all he said.

We finished the dishes in silence and then I went and sat on the couch while James went to smoke a cigarette. James knew I didn't like him smoking, and I stopped railing at him after it became obvious I wasn't going to change his mind. He did make one concession to me, though; he always went outside to smoke whenever I was there.

I thought about the whole evening and our whole relationship in those few minutes that I had alone. I knew that I wanted to be with this guy, and I knew that what we had was special. It was more special than anything I had ever done before. I thought about everything he did that made me mad, like his smoking, his flirting, and his refusal to talk about himself. Then I thought about all the things he did that made me happy. His thoughtfulness, his infectious laugh, waiting until I read my paper before he opened it, all the little things. Then it hit me like a truck. I had totally fallen in love with James.

I had pushed it out of my mind before when we were together, and had been too upset to think on it when we were apart, but now that things were getting better, it became clear. I missed him terribly when he wasn't around. I felt like the world got brighter when he entered the room. Most of all, I knew I didn't want a future without him in it, and by my side.

James walked back in, and I jumped up to meet him. "James, I have something I want to tell you!" I began excitedly.

He smiled, but put up his hand. "I have something I want to tell you, too. And I need to get this out in the open if we are to have any kind of future together. Can I go first?"

It was the first time he had ever made that request, so I felt like I should let him, even though I was bursting to tell him that I loved him. I nodded and sat back down. James sat down next to me.

"I have to tell you about my life," he began. "I've put it out of my mind and it seems like a lot of it happened to someone else sometimes. I think you need to know about it though. I owe you that.

"I am one of six kids, Dave. We all grew up on a horse farm in Kentucky. It wasn't a big one, but it had been in the family for a while. We were fairly successful. My dad's family trained Appaloosa horses for riding, some for showing, some for work. I loved the farm, but it wasn't the life I wanted, so I guess my dad and his family were a little disappointed, but they were usually very supportive of me.

"I had always been a little bit different. I always was more artistic, more philosophical than anyone else in my family. `James' moods,' that's what they always called it when I was off in my personal dream world. When I got to junior high, I discovered sports. I had always liked sports, but had never played them, but then I got a wild hair to try football. Funny thing was, I was actually good at it.

"I think my family has never been prouder of me than when I was out there on that football field, catching passes and scoring touchdowns. I was a good athlete, and it made me so popular that I wanted to vomit. I never wanted to be popular. I hated the fakeness of it all."

I smiled as he said that. I had also seen my share of fake popular suck-ups in school. I nodded at him to go on.

"Well, things really started to change for me when I got to high school. I had been playing for about three years, and I was all settled. But then I began to notice some things. I began to notice how I was never interested in girls. I began to notice how a guy's body made me do an unconscious double take. That was really unsettling to me, so I was always consciously putting it in the back of my mind so I wouldn't have to deal with it.

"While all this was going on, I started having to deal with some guys on the team who weren't being too nice, if you get my drift. We had all been friends in junior high. This one guy, Kris, had been one of my best friends in elementary school. Now all of a sudden, he and these other guys started trying to get to me. They would make fun of me and try to get in my head. Well, it never worked, and that just seemed to egg them on. Kris even told me once that he would get me, and I never knew why, I never knew what happened.

"I always thought it was because I had beat Kris out for first-string receiver that year. I guess they were envious or something, I don't know. I really didn't care, because it wasn't my problem. I tried to always be gracious to everybody; it was how I was raised.

"All this went on all through high school. Kris and his buddies would jaw at me, and some of my buds from the team would jaw back. I never said a word. All this festered the whole four years, and then it hit the breaking point around graduation.

"I guess I should tell you a little back-story. When I was sixteen, I went out with some friends of my cousin. We hung out, drank a little, and just had fun. Well, I was with this one guy and we were talking after everyone else was asleep. Out of nowhere, he told me he wanted to kiss me. So I let him. It was like the whole world opened up. I felt better than I ever had in my life. For the rest of the night, I made out with this guy. It didn't go beyond kissing and some over-clothes petting, but it was nice. Then, the next morning, it all crashed down on me. It was like I had given in. Once I let it happen, there was no way to go back, and I was in total terror of what was going on.

"This went on for about eight months, until my seventeenth birthday. For some reason, I stood up, walked over to my mirror, and took of my clothes. It was just me. No covers, nothing to hide. Kind of symbolic, huh? I stood there, and said, `I am gay.' Nothing more than that. I just kept repeating it over and over. I was happy again for the first time in a while. I hadn't been that happy in a long time. I hadn't noticed how things had been going down so much until after that. Then I noticed."

I smiled at that. He had told me about that before.

"Anyway, so I went through my whole senior year of high school with my secret knowledge. I had a great senior year. I was voted Mr. Senior, I made higher grades than ever, and was being considered for several football scholarships. Really, all I wanted was to go somewhere and truly discover what it meant to be gay.

"I turned down the football scholarships because I got a really good academic one to this one school. Besides, I wanted to use my freshman year to `find myself.'" He laughed at that, and I grinned. I put my hand on his in silent encouragement.

"Graduation night came, and I got to speak. It was an awesome night. I was so excited about the future. Over the summer, I took several trips to the city where I was going to college. It was a great city, and had a considerable gay community. I went to a few clubs and hung out there quite a lot.

"I guess it was early July, about a month or so before I was to leave for college. I went up and hung out at this gay club I liked to go to, and met some guys from the campus. One of them was in the campus gay group, and I went to talk to him about it, because I wanted to get involved. Well, we ended up back at his apartment, and one thing led to another, and you get the idea.

"The guy gave me some stuff from the group, and I threw it in my backseat, thinking that I would pick it up and take it in when I got home. Well, I forgot. I was so tired that I went inside the house and fell asleep right then, and never gave it a second thought.

"Later on that week, I went into town to hang out at a restaurant with my friends. Kris and his gang were in the parking lot, and they jeered at me as usual. I didn't think anything of it as I went inside. Turns out I should have. All those brochures were in my back seat, with the word `gay' plastered all over them. One of the guys' girlfriends walked out of the restaurant and saw them, and she told her boy who told Kris. Then he thought of the ultimate way to get revenge on me."

I knew what was coming from my conversation with Todd. James had turned pale and was actually starting to shake a little. I scooted closer to him and put my other hand on his other. I just nodded at him. "Go on," I said quietly. He nodded.

"I stayed in the restaurant for about two hours, then I decided to go for a drive. I wanted to be by myself, so I didn't tell anybody where I was going. I drove out to a spot near the lake and just sat there, thinking about my life, when I heard a truck pull up. It was Kris and his buddies. Before I could do anything, they all jumped me. They hit my in the head and the stomach and tied me up, and then threw me in the back of the truck. I couldn't see where we were going, one of the guys held my head down. None of them said anything.

After about ten minutes, the truck stopped. All I heard was crickets chirping. The guys dragged me out of the truck and threw me on the ground. Kris stood over me and spat on me. You fucking pussy faggot,' he said. That was the first time I had ever heard that word directed toward me, and it hit like a knife. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down, and exposed himself. Suck this, ass-licker,' he told me. I felt sick. I sat there, staring at him, my mouth shut tight. He just played with it till he got hard, then he smacked me across the face. I could taste blood. `Suck it!' he yelled.

"I still just sat there. I wouldn't give in, this was a matter of personal pride, no matter how scared I was. I could tell he was getting frustrated. One of his buds told him they should just beat me up and get the hell out, but Kris was set on humiliating me. Finally he just said, `Fine, you won't suck it, we'll do it the more fun way.' He punched me in the head a few times, and then his buddies punched on me some more. I was too stunned to even try to fight back.

"Before I knew it, they had stripped me and pulled me to where I was on all fours. Four of the guys held me down, while the other three stood there. Kris got behind me and..." James stopped, getting choked. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he started shaking violently. I grabbed him and pulled him into me, and he bawled into my shirt. "I couldn't stop them, Dave. I was this big-shot athlete and nothing I could do would stop them. They just did it, over and over and over until I passed out." He cried for a long time before he could speak again.

He sat up and wiped his eyes, trying to catch his breath. I just sat, trying to give him support. He looked into my eyes. "I came to later, lying next to my car. All my clothes were there, ripped and dirty. I checked my watch, and it was five AM. I had left the restaurant at 10:30. I looked over my body. I felt like I was an observer, looking at myself... it was like an out of body experience, like it had all happened to someone else. I was bloody and bruised, stank of urine, and I felt sticky around my ass and there was this horrific pain. "I went home, and my parents were frantic. They saw me and knew I had been beaten up, so they took me to the hospital. Turned out I had two broken ribs, multiple bruises, a concussion, and of course torn anal tissue. They did all sorts of tests, including an HIV test. I was scared to death. My parents heard about the HIV test, and asked me why. I have never lied to them before, so I told them exactly what happened. My dad was deadly mad, and wanted to know why. I thought about it, and then I finally told them. I was gay, and they found out, so they used it to get revenge.

"I have never seen my parents so quiet. My mom started to cry and ran out. My dad just stood there for a long time staring at me, then he turned and left. I don't think I have ever been so alone in my life. None of my friends came to visit, because word had gotten around. The cops came and wanted to take a statement and file charges, but my parents said no. I wanted to, but they were adamant. I guess they wanted to spare themselves and the family any more embarrassment.

"I spent four days in that hospital before they let me go home. My brothers and sisters wouldn't look at me, except my little brother Paul. He is a few years younger than me, the next oldest. He would look at me with this confused, hurt look, but he never did say anything. My parents completely withdrew from me.

"My life had never been like this before. My family was extremely close-knit, and we always relied on each other to get through rough spots. Now, all of a sudden, I was robbed of my strongest support system. Add on to that, one night I overheard my parents talking. I heard my dad say something about his faggot son.' He wondered how he was unlucky enough to get a pussy-boy' for a son. My mom never said a word in defense of me, her oldest. That night, I packed up everything I could fit in my car and left town. I haven't been back since."

Through all of this, James' eyes never left mine. I am sure my eyes were wide in shock and pain. I can only imagine what he must have gone through, first with the trauma of being raped and then the additional trauma of ripping away from his family. I just pulled him into my arms again and hugged him. He didn't cry, though. He just sat there breathing. "There's more," I heard him whisper against my chest.

I hugged him tighter. "I know," I said. "You don't have to go on."

James pulled back again. "Yes I do. I have to tell you the whole thing. I don't know why, since you already know. For some reason, I need to tell you this myself."

I nodded and smiled at him. "All right."

James stood up. "First I need a cigarette." He walked outside.

I hardly thought the few minutes he was outside. I was filled with agony at what he had to go through, and this incredible rage at what those young men had done to such a sweet, beautiful, inoffensive person.

James walked back in and sat back down on the couch. "Okay, where was I?" he asked. "Oh yeah. I got to the city and stayed with some friends I had made while I was there during the summer. I had about a month to get things settled, so I forced myself to put it all behind me to start fresh. I didn't tell anybody what had happened to me, only that I had come out to my parents and moved out.

"I got an apartment and a job at a restaurant waiting tables, and that helped, but the combination of that salary and my personal savings wouldn't pay for college and living expenses. One of the clubs I had went to had male dancers, and I knew that I had a decent body, so I went to an amateur night there and tried it. Turns out, I was really good at it and made some great money that night. I went back the next week and did it again, and same result. The manager liked what I did, and so he offered me a job. I took it, and started dancing there three nights a week, in addition to the waiting job and class.

"This went on for a month, and then one night I finished my dance and was backstage getting dressed, when a well-dressed man came back. He said he was a `guest' of the manager and had backstage privileges. He wanted to talk to me. We went into the office and he told me he would pay me $1000 to have sex with him and another friend of his. I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. Then he opened my pants and began sucking me, and then he told me I tasted good and he would give me $500 just to let him and his friend suck me off. I was surprised, and I actually thought about it. That money would go a long way, I thought, and I still had a lot of bills, so I accepted.

"That night, the man and his friend both sucked me and then I fucked them both twice. They gave me $1500 for it. I was amazed. They were both married, and very successful businessmen. They told me that I could make a lot of money doing this, that I was really good at it. I went home that night and thought about it a lot.

"I went to my boss the next night and he told me that he two men had given me `rave reviews,' and that he could set me up like that some more if I liked. I asked what was in it for him, and he said nothing from me. The men would pay him for the opportunity to talk to me, and it was up to me whether to go further. It seemed like I had a lot of power and say, so I took him up on it.

"For the better part of three years, I waited tables, stripped, hustled, and went to class. I invested all the money I could and eventually put back a whole lot of it, enough to stop in March of my junior year of college. I have been fondled, sucked, have fucked and been fucked so many times I can't even remember. I feel lucky that I came out of it with my head fairly clear. I never got into the drugs or really kinky stuff, and that saved me in many ways. I have been tested for all STD's, and am clear, and it's been almost two years since I last had sex with a stranger.

He smiled ruefully. "You would think after all this that I would have all these weird things, but I really don't. I don't have weird sex tastes, and I really want something meaningful. I decided that I would never again have sex quickly, that I would get to know the guy first. I like having my self-respect.

"So, here I am. I am starting graduate school in a few days, I have control over most of my life, and I have met a terrific guy. I may also have a new career, if this photographer guy is right. He wants to submit some of the photos to an agency and see if they can get me work." He smiled at me.

I smiled back. "Wow," I said. "That's quite a story."

He looked down. "Yeah."

"Have you ever talked with anyone from your family?"

James chuckled. "Well, I saw my aunt not too long ago. She was happy to see me, and I am sure she told the folks back home where I am. I got a letter from my sister Deanna not too long ago, so they know where to find me. The ball is in their court."

James looked up at me. "Dave, I am so sorry I overreacted like that before. I don't have many secrets, but the ones I have are so guarded that when they come out, it's like it happens all over again. It wasn't anything you did."

"James, don't say another word," I said, putting my finger to his lips. "I have something to say to you." James sat, waiting.

"When we met, I was so down. I thought I would never find anybody who liked me for me, and I had walls thicker than the Great Wall of China protecting me. I knew they were what kept guys away, but I was too afraid to open up. Then you came along and bulldozed right through them as if they were nothing." James laughed. "I still remember your face, dude. That was classic!"

I laughed too. "Yeah, wasn't it... anyway, You threw me for so many loops, I couldn't get anything back to normal, and that was good for me. You opened me back up in ways I haven't been for a long time, and for that I will always be grateful."

"Okayyyy," James said.

"But, this has become much more than that, to me," I said, feeling tears start to well up. "In these weeks that we have been apart, I feel that a part of my soul has been missing, and now I feel it's back. James, I can't imagine my life without you any more. You bring such a light to it. I want you to be a part of it."

James began to cry then, too. I took a deep breath and took his hands. "James, I love you, " I said, and then I began crying.

He jumped into my arms and we kissed deeply, hungrily, like two starving men. "I love you too, Dave."

James and I both stood up, our lips never separating. We stood there, just kissing, for what seemed like hours. Then James pulled back and smiled at me, a beautiful smile that seemed to outshine even the sun. "Will you stay tonight?" he asked.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He nodded, and then pulled me toward his bedroom. I had never been in that room before. It was an incredible room. It was done in dark blues and grays, a nice contrast to the brightness of the outside room. There was a king size bed with a bright quilt on it, and James led me over to it. "Nice quilt," I observed.

James looked down at it, and he smiled fondly. "Yeah, my grandmother made it. She made one quilt for each of her grandchildren. This was mine. She thought it fit me. She was very insightful."

The quilt was blue and gray and dark red, with a bright pattern like a rainbow right in the middle. The allusion made me laugh.

James grabbed my chin and turned it back toward him. "Hey," he whispered sexily. "Over here." He pulled my face toward his and we kissed again. The gentle kiss soon turned passionate, and our hands began to roam around each other's bodies. I pulled his shirttails loose from his pants and ran my hands over the taut muscles of his back, causing him to purr in contentment. His hands came to rest on my chest, where they kneaded my pectoral muscles, harder as the kiss deepened. Our tongues were meeting like two swords sparring, sliding over each other, parrying and touching. Just the kissing alone was hot.

I broke loose from his mouth and began lightly kissing and sucking over his cheek, moving up to his right ear, where I began to nibble lightly as his lobe. A high whimper escaped from his mouth and he arched against me in pleasure. His breathing became heavier and he began moaning louder as I began tonguing his ear. His hands began running wildly over the front of my body from my chest down to my crotch where he began rubbing the bulge.

I let loose of his earlobe and reveled in the pleasure of his hand on my throbbing rod. I looked deep into his eyes. "God, I need you," I told him before I took his mouth again. We kissed hard and he began unbuttoning my shirt. I took the cue and pulled his shirt up and we broke the kiss for me to pull it over his head. I tossed it to the floor as I leaned in to suck on the soft skin of his neck. I never thought a neck could be so erotic, but the sight of his arched head, exposing the tan flesh, turned me on so much I had to kiss it. I nibbled on the skin and took it into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it. He let out a loud moan, and began talking. "Oh yeah, suck on my neck... give me a big hickey dude... mark me." That was all I needed. I sucked harder and harder, and he moaned louder. I let the skin go and began licking. "Ohhhh, yeah.... that's good," he groaned. There would be a hickey there, and for some reason I felt proud, possessive.

He practically ripped my shirt off my back and bent down to tongue my chest. He ran his hot, wet tongue down the line between my pecs and buried his face in the thick hair that covered it. Soon he was tonguing my nipples, sucking and biting. I felt stings of pleasure that seemed to go straight to my cock. This night wasn't going to be a night for slow lovemaking; this was a night for hot, sweaty sex. "I've got to get you naked," he growled.

He unbuckled my belt and slid my slacks and boxer-briefs off in one motion. "Mmmm, that's nice," he whispered as he took in the sight of my naked body. He touched my cock, and all 7 inches throbbed to his touch. I thought I was going to shoot right then. He looked at me and grinned in that naughty way of his, and began to take off his shoes. I took the time to remove mine, and soon was completely bare. He walked in front of me. "Take my pants off, dude."

I looked up at him and grinned. I unbuttoned his khakis and began rubbing my hands over the thick bulge in them. He groaned and began nodding his head and hissing through his teeth. I slowly slipped his zipper down, determined to make him sweat this. His low groan became louder and more frustrated as I slowly, sensuously slipped his zipper lower. Finally I had it and I began to slip the pants over his hips. I began to chuckle. "What?" he asked.

I smiled at him. "Don't you ever wear underwear?" I asked.

He grinned again. "Nope."

I went back to my task, and pushed his khakis off his hips and down his legs. I had to move back because I almost got hit in the face by the surprise of my life, his cock springing out of his pants. "Jesus, where do you put that thing?" I spat out. James laughed. To say that James was well hung was an understatement. The best word to describe him would be "horse-dicked." That thing had to be at least nine inches long! It was damn thick, too, with a nice loose foreskin. "Wow," I breathed. "That's a pretty one... and a big boy, at that." The head was glistening with precum, and I bent over to lick a drop off the head.

A loud gasp escaped his throat and he whispered, "Please, man... please." Well, I wasn't about to put him through any more agony, so I bent and began licking his hard, throbbing flesh. A low moan began in his throat. I ran my tongue over every inch of his hard flesh and was rewarded by a gush of precum, which I eagerly licked up, right before slipping the huge head into my mouth. "Uuuuunnnnngh!" he yelled.

I tried to force the thing down farther, but I could only get about 5 inches into my mouth, so I turned on the spit machine and slicked it up and began stroking along with my head bobbing. My muffled moans echoed his loud ones, and his were getting even louder. I ran my finger through some of the collected saliva and ran it over his hot pucker, which caused him to jump and let out a shriek. "Oh, yes!"

I began tonguing his balls and sucking on his sack, while I stroked his cock with my left hand and rubbed his hole with my right. He was squirming and shuffling above me, and letting out moans of agonized pleasure. "God, Dave, you're making me feel so good... ahhhh!"

He pushed me back away from his body and then pushed me on the bed. He sat on my stomach and bent over and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. Then he sat up and turned around, and descended onto my thick, cut 7-incher. I took his meat back into my mouth and began sucking on it. To my delight, in this angle it was easier to take it in and I was actually able to deep throat it once. He let out muffled sighs and moans as I slobbed his knob. He was working me over pretty damn well, too. He was taking me deep every time with no effort whatsoever. I could feel the cum collecting, ready to burst, and I let him know. "Dude, keep it up and I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

He pulled off my dick and began licking it slowly. God, this was sweet torture. I was in agony, letting out moans of frustration. I took his horsemeat and pulled the foreskin down tight and descended on it. He jerked hard and let out a yell, which he followed by going down on me, hard. I pulled off his dick and slicked up my finger again, and rubbed it on his hole. Slowly, I pushed it inside, and he let out a contented sigh. "Mmmm, yes... go on, dude... mmm." He kept working my cock over and soon a second finger joined the first. His moans got louder and more needy, as a third finger went in. "God, Dave, I need you inside me!" he yelled.

He pulled me up off the bed and pulled the quilt off, then rifled through his nightstand for a condom and some lube. He sat down on the bed and pulled my body to him. He sucked me in a few times, then spread a drop of lube over the head. "Mmm," I moaned. He opened the rubber and rolled it down my throbbing prick. He squirted the lube in his hand and spread it over my dick as he laid back on the bed. "Like this," he said, opening his legs. "I want to see you, and kiss you." I leaned over him and spread some lube in his hole, working it in and stretching the muscle.

"Ready?" I asked him. He just nodded, and I put the head at the entrance to his chute. I pushed in slightly and he sucked in a quick breath. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, clenching his fists. "It's just been a while."

I held off as best as I could, when my dick was screaming for me to ram it home. I slowly pushed in as slowly as I could, and he kept breathing hard, but he kept saying, "Yes... it's okay... mmm... keep going." I was about two-thirds in when I must have hit his pleasure spot, because all of a sudden he jerked and let out a loud, "Ohhhh, YEAH!" He put his hands on my ass and began pulling, frantically. I gave in and pushed my cock the rest of the way home. "Aaaaahhhhh," he sighed contentedly. "That feels so good... you feel so good," he said, opening his eyes and smiling at me. I leaned down and kissed him, and began grinding. He moaned and groaned and kept telling me to keep going.

Soon I had a steady, rhythm going, but that wasn't working for him. "Harder, Dave! Fuck me! Harder!" I quickened my pace and sweat began to pour off me. James grunted with every one of my thrusts. "Ungh! Yeah! Do me! Yeah! Faster!"

I was grunting with the effort and James was moaning like a bitch in heat. Soon I was literally pounding his ass, and we were like my dream, two rutting animals striving for completion. James' handsome face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure and he pulled me down and kissed me hard. He pulled his legs up and rested them on my shoulders and began digging his fingers into my shoulder muscles. I grabbed both of his legs and began kneading the muscles as I thrust deep into his hot ass.

James let out a series of short, loud grunts before he screamed like bloody murder. His whole body tensed and his cock began jerking and spraying cum everywhere, all over his smooth chest, stomach, and me. I smelled the sweet smell of his cock chowder and grinned wolfishly with the knowledge that I had made him cum without touching him. The thought was enough to set off my orgasm. I pumped into him as I let my load go inside the rubber.

I let his legs go and we both collapsed onto the bed in utter exhaustion. Both of us were panting and sweaty. Out of nowhere James started giggling. I slowly pulled my head up and looked at him with what must have been a look of utter confusion and total bewilderment, which made him laugh that much harder. Soon, I got sucked into the mirth and we were both laughing. I slowly pulled out and slid the used condom off my dick. "Wow," James said. "You must have been waiting a while for that." He giggled again. The condom was stretched out, and was about half full of my cum. I shook my head and walked into his bathroom, where I threw it away. I found a washcloth and wet it with warm water. I then grabbed a towel and walked back to where my lover... how sweet that word was... lay.

He smiled at me as I slowly, gingerly washed him clean of the lube. He took the cloth and washed my cock and then we dried each other with the towel. He looked up at me as he ran the towel over my chest and smiled. "I love you," he said as he leaned in to kiss me.

"I love you too," I replied. I took the towel and washcloth and set them down on the floor beside the bed. James sat up, pulled the covers back, and we both climbed in. In something of a reversal, James leaned up against me and took me in his arms.

He sighed in my ear. "This is nice."

I just smiled and nodded. "Go to sleep, dude." I said as I yawned. James chuckled and we settled down to sleep.

End of Part V

All right, guys. Our two favorite guys have finally gotten together in the biblical sense. Never fear, this is far from the end. There is still a way for these two to go. But it is nice to see them finally together and happy, isn't it? Feel free to email me with your comments about part 5 or any other part of the story.