James

Hey guys! Sorry it's taken forever to get this out. So much has happened. I have changed my place of residence and basically remade my life, all in one summer. I hope you all enjoy this part. As always, thanks to the authors of "Into the Darkness" and "David and Tristan." I thank both of you for your friendship and support. As usual, comments welcome!!!

This part is dedicated to Alex, and in memory of Heath.

Part VI

I woke to sore muscles, the sun in my face, and the sound of James cursing like a sailor. "Goddamn it, I forgot to close the blinds again!" he mumbled sleepily. After enduring a few more minutes of blinding light, James got out of bed and walked over to the window and closed the blinds to the bright August sunlight. As he walked back to the bed, I opened my eyes and was greeted to the sight of James' tanned, naked body. How lucky was I to find somebody like this?

James slid back into bed with me. "You always do this to me, you know," he murmured.

I looked over at my lover. "Me? Do what?"

He grinned big. "Get me all horny and make me forget about little things like closing the blinds."

I rolled my eyes, making James laugh. I stretched and groaned as my muscles protested. "I think we might have overdid it last night," I said.

James grinned even bigger. "I'm not the least bit sore."

"Oooooh, you are going to get it now," I said as I rolled over and began tickling him.

He began giggling uncontrollably. "NOOOO... oh.... hee-HEE!!! Stop! Please! Ha-ha!!! Ooohh... HEE-HEE!"

I stopped and thought. "Hmm... take out the laughter, the stop, and the nos and you sound just like you did last night."

He glared at me so darkly that I had to laugh. "What time is it?" I asked.

James looked over at the clock and sat up bolt upright. "Oh my God! It's seven! I have class in an hour!" He jumped out of bed, running madly around his bedroom. "I forgot to set the alarm, too! Shit! Guess there's no shared showers this morning... where're my glasses?"

That was another recent discovery of mine, that James had to wear glasses. He usually wore contacts, but I thought he looked so adorable in his wire-rimmed frames that he had taken to wearing them around our apartments. We shared time between places nowadays. I don't think a night had gone by in the last two weeks since we finally got back together that we had slept apart.

He ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower as I slowly got up and stretched. James was starting his second week in the masters program in secondary education, and I was starting my second week in the PhD program in history. James was teaching assistant for an 8 AM class, so he had to be there for the lecture. I, on the other hand, was teaching an American history survey class at 10 so I had some time.

We had spent all of Labor Day weekend in James' apartment. The only time we left was to get supplies for the cookout we had the day before. We invited a few people and I grilled. James had stood outside laughing at me when I couldn't keep the coals lit and then all the smoke went in my face. I had retaliated by throwing a hamburger patty at his head. Other than that we had spent the whole weekend inside. We watched TV, vegetated, shared the paper, cooked each other breakfast in bed, and showered together. We had also spent quite a bit of time in bed... yes, a lot of time in bed, I thought, feeling every muscle in my back protest.

James ran out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. "Why are you in such a rush? You have," I checked my watch, "forty-five minutes to go before class."

"Yeah, but I wanted to roller blade in today. It takes a while to get there and I want a little time to cool off before class. I don't want to careen in on my blades like an out of control bowling ball." James dropped the towel on the floor and grabbed a t-shirt. He pulled it on as well as a pair of shorts. As always, he wasn't wearing underwear. "Will you go grab my sandals for me? I left them by the door."

I stretched again and sauntered out to get his sandals. "Feel free to take your time!" he called out sarcastically. "It's not like I am in a hurry or something!"

"Thanks, I will!" I yelled back. He always could get in such a snit when he was late. He hated having to rush to do anything. I carried them back in to him. He pulled them on, jumped up and ran into the living room where he threw his stuff into his backpack. I walked into his bedroom and pulled on my boxer-briefs from the previous night and then followed him to the door. He grabbed his blades as he went out the door and went down the stairs. I followed him, still in my undies. He sat on the ground, pulling on his blades. He dropped his sandals in his backpack and strapped on his wrist guards. "Bye," he said.

I grabbed his arm. "Forgetting something?" I asked.

He looked me up and down, then grinned his sexy grin. "Oh yeah." He pulled his body over and gave me a long, wet kiss. My cock, spent from the weekend, still had enough in it to respond eagerly. "Bye sweetie," he said, and gave me another short peck. Then he pushed off and headed for campus.

I sighed and watched the poetry of his athletic body before I turned away. As I turned, I saw a young woman staring right at me! She was young, about 25 or so, and wearing a business suit. She looked me up and down. I followed her gaze to the bulge sticking out at my crotch and the wet spot that was starting to form. I realized she had seen me kissing James and began to blush furiously. She chuckled and smiled at me. "You two are so cute together. I see you two around a lot, and I hope I find somebody who loves me as much as you two obviously do."

I mumbled a thank-you and ran back upstairs to shower and dress.

My eleven AM class was a pain in the ass. I had to teach 5 discussion sections of American history this semester, and this one was right before lunch. I was starved by the time class rolled around. The night before, James and I had stopped for fast food on our way back from a movie. We started out eating it, then began feeding each other French fries, and before we knew it we were in the bedroom feeding each other our cocks. I had eaten barely half of my burger and almost none of my fries when we started, and James had been in a rather frisky mood, so it never got eaten. I hadn't eaten anything this morning, either.

I walked into the lecture room at 10:55, my stomach growling at me to feed it. I looked over the class as I walked down to the table. This class was starting out to be trouble. We had met discussion classes only once and already I knew I had a class full of slackers. I was going to have to be tough. Oh well, I thought as I smiled gleefully.

Several aggressively made up sorority girls had already staked out the whole front row and they all batted their eyes and had made "fuck me" stares at me as I walked and lectured the last time. They all smiled at me and said hello as I placed my notes on the table. I sighed. There were a few hot guys in the class, but they all sat slouched in the back of the room. Why couldn't the cute guys sit in the front? Then I looked up and noticed one very hot set of muscular hairy legs in front row center. I tried to discreetly check the guy out while I arranged my transparencies, but he had his baseball cap pulled down low on his head and was engrossed in the campus newspaper, so I couldn't see his face. I have enough experience to know that if a pair of legs are nice and tightly muscled, then the rest of the body can't be too far off that mark. Apparently a stud had added the class, which explained why I hadn't seen him the last time. Things were definitely looking up. Maybe this class won't be so bad after all, I thought.

The all of a sudden it hit me. Wait... muscular legs... blond hair... gray t-shirt... black nylon shorts... and a pair of roller blades by the backpack. Oh my God! What the hell is James doing in my American history class? I thought. As if he was picking up my exact thoughts, he picked that exact moment to drop his newspaper, and he looked up and grinned at me. It wasn't just a regular grin, either. It was that sexy grin he has that means "I am going to suck your balls dry and then let you fuck me until my eyes water." My knees went weak and my prick went rock hard. Oh man, this is going to be torture, I thought.

He hopped out of his seat and sauntered up to the front, where he deposited a slip of paper on the table. He then proceeded to stretch every muscle at once, nice and slow. He resembled some giant cat. I think every female... and even a few males, myself included... inhaled all at once when his t-shirt rode up and exposed some of his back to the class, and his abs to me. I don't think I even knew my own name at that point. He was pulling out all the stops.

James turned back and went to the seat. He pulled off his baseball cap and ran his fingers through his hair to arrange it, eliciting a sigh from many of the girls, many of whom were the same ones who gave me "fuck me" stares during class as well. I saw one give James a coy look and a shy smile, to which he responded by grinning back and winking. I began to slowly burn. Lust combined with jealousy... he's trying to drive me insane. There's no other explanation, I thought.

I cleared my throat loudly. The girl looked back at me and I gave her the most withering look I could manage. I was thinking "hands off bitch, he's mine" at the time, and I guess my face must have telegraphed that exactly. James just started laughing at me. I shot him a look too, to which he responded by laughing harder.

All of a sudden I remembered the paper James had put on the table in front of me. I looked down and read it. Oh God! In James' neat cursive, it read, "Meet me in the basement bathroom after class." I looked back at him. He was still grinning, and now he had the left leg of his shorts pulled out enough that I could see right up his leg. Lying against that sexy thigh was his soft cock, plain as day to me. He stuck one finger up the leg and began playing with the foreskin.

I couldn't help letting out a soft groan as I closed my eyes. Breathe, I thought. Just breathe, and don't look. Why oh why couldn't he wear underwear just once? I asked myself. I opened my eyes again and then shut them tight just as quickly. Oh shit! James was now ever so lightly stroking his cock with a few fingers. Nobody else could notice it except me, and it was agony! My cock was throbbing in my pants. I had to concentrate hard to make it go down, because if this kept up I would soon have a wet spot on my jeans, which I sure didn't need. I looked right at James, who was still grinning devilishly.

I started teaching the class, which was about the Puritans settling in North America. Through all of this, I saw James still stroking his half-hard meat through his shorts. The head was just peeking out of the foreskin, and I was being driven insane. I don't know how many times I had to consciously keep myself from substituting "masturbation" for "Massachusetts." He didn't let up, either. Every now and then my glance would cross his seat and he would be staring right at me in his intense way, and then he would do something outrageous. Once I caught him licking his lips slowly and poking his tongue out, which made my cock throb painfully. Then I saw him playing with his nipples. I don't know how I managed to keep from getting a full-blown boner.

Finally, the hour was over, and I could get out of the torture chamber and begin exacting a little payback. But, my students had other plans. As a whole group of them gathered around me to ask some of the dumbest questions ever conceived, I saw James sneak out the door with a sexy backward glance.

After ten minutes of telling students to look over their lecture notes again and come to my office during hours, I made it out of the room. I had to keep telling myself not to hurry as I went down the stairs, but I couldn't help it. I had no question as to why he picked the basement bathroom, because it was a notorious cruising ground. I really had no idea what he had in mind, but I had my hopes. I also hoped we would have it to ourselves.

I walked through the outer door into the wash area, then through the inner door to where the toilets were. I saw a pair of sandaled feet connected to a pair of sexy legs, and knew it was my man. I walked up to the door and it opened. James smiled at me. "You taught a good class today."

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent, a combination of soap and sweat and something else that was uniquely him. "Mmm.... I did the best I could, with you distracting me."

He began nibbling on my earlobe. "I was trying my hardest," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips met in a tender kiss, making my head swim.

"Mmm," I moaned. I leaned back. "I sure needed that." I reached down for his dick but he swatted my hand away.

"Naughty, naughty," he admonished. "I'm surprised at you."

I looked at him in shock. "This from the guy who mouthed "I want you to fuck me like an animal" over and over in the middle of my class?" I reached down again, only to be swatted away again. "What gives, James?" I was getting frustrated even more.

James just smiled. "Don't worry, you'll get your reward later today. For now, let's go eat. I'm starved, and I'm buying." With that pronouncement, he put his backpack over his shoulders, grabbed his roller blades, and headed on out.

I just sighed. He always keeps me guessing, that's for sure, I thought.

My aching dick had deflated and I was definitely ready for lunch by the time we made it over to a small eatery near campus. James skated over to a rear table with our books while I ordered our food. I asked for the biggest, greasiest burger they had; I figured I owed myself a treat after the last class. I got James a light salad and grilled chicken and went back to the table.

James had sat down, taken his cap off, and laid his head down on his folded arms. I put the food down and he sat up and yawned. I couldn't help but start to laugh at James' blond hair sticking up in about ten different directions. He scowled as I began laughing more uncontrollably. "What the hell is so funny?"

Between giggles I managed to choke out, "Dude, your hair... ha ha... it's... hee heeeee... sticking up... major hat hair, dude!" James sat there and moved his eyes upward as if to try to see his Einstien-esque hairstyle. He looked so cute sitting there that it just made me giggle more.

"Shut up and eat, man. You still have to tell me about your classes today," James said as he tried to calm his raging hair. He got his salad and smiled at me, then he scowled as I opened up my grease-dripping burger. "Dude, how can you eat that shit? I can hear your arteries clogging from here!"

I grinned at him around a mouthful of ground beef, lettuce, and tomato, causing him to make gagging noises. "Jeez, dude, swallow first!" he said, grimacing.

I swallowed and grinned back. "I thought that came at the end, not the beginning."

James actually blushed. "Pervert," he muttered.

I laughed and wiped my hands before digging through my bag. I pulled out a sheaf of letters and tossed them down on the table. "I got your mail before I left this morning,

I said.

He smiled. "Aww, what did I do to deserve you?" he asked as he rummaged. "Hey, where's the paper?"

"Left on the counter for later."

"Cool." James kept going. "Bill... bill... junk mail... offer... hey, Ed McMahon says I may have already won eleven million dollars!" I groaned. James tossed the envelope aside. "Let's see... bill... magazine... magazine... oh."

He sat there silently, staring at a letter. I stopped in mid-chew and looked over at my boyfriend. "What is it?" I asked.

James set the letter down. "It's, uh... it's from my sister."

I put my food down and wiped my hands. "Your sister? Which one?" I asked, leaning closer to see.

"The older one, Deanna. She's a year younger than me." James continued to stare at the letter.

We both sat in silence for a minute, and then I had to speak up. "Well? Aren't you going to open it?" I asked, with my mouth full of fries.

James looked up at me. I saw pain and confusion in his eyes. Who knew what the letter said? He was afraid to open it, I could tell. "You want me to open it?" I asked softly. He nodded.

I wiped my hands again and opened the letter. "Let me see... she misses you," I said, smiling reassuringly at him. He sort of smiled. "Hmm... mm-hmm... wow," I said, after finishing.

"What? What is it?" he asked.

"Prepare yourself," I said. He stiffened slightly, which made me laugh. "It isn't bad news," I said, touching his arm. He visibly relaxed. Even though he was estranged from his family, I knew he still cared deeply for them.

"Ready?" I asked. James nodded. "Elizabeth is getting married."

His eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, a huge grin forming. He grabbed the letter from me and began reading eagerly. "Wow, a doctor!"

I smiled. "Yep, a soon to be cardiologist. Liz is moving up in the world. Who did you say she was dating when you last saw her?"

"One of the sheriff's deputies. Remember, this was four years ago, so she was only 15," he said. "Wow, how cool! She's gone from dating guys twice her age to the same age. This is quite an accomplishment for her," he said with a grin. "I'll have to send a card!"

"Umm, read on," I told him.

He looked back down. His eyes widened. "No. NO! AB-SO-LUTE-LY NO! I am NOT going home!"

I saw this coming a mile away. I had already read that Deanna and Elizabeth wanted James to come home for the wedding. I figured James would be rather upset at that.

"No way, no, absolutely not!" James kept saying.

I sighed. James didn't want to go, no question, and I understood his reasons. Things hadn't ended well with his family. But still... "You know, James, Deanna says that she and Elizabeth talked it over and really want you to be there. She says your being gay is fine and they accept it, and Elizabeth really wants you there!" I said.

James glared. "Yeah, sure. Notice it says nothing about what Mom and Dad think. No, I won't go back. They didn't want me there before when they had the chance, and time is up."

"I'm sure they wouldn't have gone to all the trouble if they hadn't gotten your parents' permission."

James looked right into my eyes. "I said I wasn't going, and I'm not." He turned and looked down at the letter again.

I sighed again. There was no use changing his mind. I did take heart at the fact that James folded the paper up neatly and put it in his bag. Maybe there still was hope.

That night was spent at my apartment. We just ordered a pizza, did some homework, and watched some TV. Typical boring school night, but it soon turned interesting. I was determined to pay James back for his little torture session in my class today. He was engrossed in Monday Night Football, so he wasn't paying attention to me. I snuck my hand in and began tickling his ribs. He let out a squeal and then began giggling uncontrollably. I just put the other hand on the other side and began tickling it, too.

He was crying and laughing and gasping for air. "Dude, please! Ha ha haaaa... I'm gonna piss my pants!"

I leaned in. "You should have thought of that before you got me all excited in class today." With that, I tackled him. We began wrestling right in the middle of my floor. I had the brute strength and size on him, but he was a little taller and leaner, and he was pretty strong in his own right. He recovered from the tickling pretty fast and soon we were really going at it.

Sweat was pouring off both of us. Somehow, both of our shirts got pulled off. He was in his shorts, me in my jeans. It was no holds barred, but we weren't really fighting. If anything, it was pretty hot. Hot, slick skin moving again skin. Heartbeats pounding, muscles churning... I was getting majorly hard. From the huge bulge in James' shorts, he was too. Finally, I pushed James back as hard as I could and straddled his chest.

I grinned. "Whatcha think now, huh? Huh? I gotcha!" I laughed. James smiled and play-struggled. He didn't say a word. "You give?" I said, asking the same question my brothers had asked me on many an occasion.

James twisted again. "Never," he said with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrows. "Still an arrogant prick, even after outright defeat," I said, clucking my tongue and shaking my head. "We'll have to fix that." I put my hand down over his straining dick and began moving it up and down. James let out a loud moan and his whole body jerked. I think even he was surprised by how turned on he was.

I stared into his Hershey chocolate brown eyes and pushed my hand under his shorts. His cock was heavy with blood, and a large pool of precum had collected under the end of his foreskin, which was already slimy and slick. I rubbed my fingers in it and pushed them under his loose cock sock. He moaned again. I grabbed his hard shaft and began slowly jerking him. Fairly soon, his body was thrashing and he was begging me to finish him off. He was super horny. I wasn't about to let him off that easily, not after the way he had gotten me all horny in class.

I got up and pulled his shorts off. He was a sight to see. His tan skin had a sheen of sweat on it, and was flushed in places. His blond hair was matted down to his head. His gorgeous cock was straining, the head red and angry. The foreskin was completely retracted and precum poured from his slit. He was probably seconds from detonating a huge load. No way, I thought. Not that soon.

I slowly worked my way up his legs with my lips and tongue. His moans got louder and louder, and sweat was running down his face. "Dude, please! I'm so hot, let me cum!" I stopped my face right above his cock. I blew a breath on it and he about screamed his head off. "Dave, please! I'll make it worth it, I swear! Just let me shoot, man!"

I leaned down and touched the tip of my tongue into the pool of slime on the head. I thought he was going to hit the ceiling. He was so ready. I grabbed his legs and pulled them up. Without another thought, I buried my tongue in his hole. James began shouting and cursing. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, that's so good!" I ran my tongue over every inch of his hole, and pushed it inside as far as it would go. Soon I was tongue fucking him with all my effort. "Goddamn, yes! Fuck my ass with your tongue! Oh, fuck yes!" he was yelling.

I pulled back, and he looked at me with crazy eyes. "Dave, please man, have a heart! Make me cum, man... fuck me."

I looked up at him. "What was that?" I asked.

He breathed hard. "Man, please, fuck me."

I stood up and pulled my jeans off. The proceedings had left me hard as nails and wet as rain already, so I was cocked and ready to go. Still, I wanted to drag it out just a little bit longer. I pulled a rubber on and slicked myself up with lube. I lifted his legs again and placed my head at his hole. "Yes, do it man... fuck me," he breathed.

I didn't move. "Now, what is it you want?" I asked.

He looked me in the eyes. "Fuck me, man." he replied.

I frowned. "I don't know, I'm not sure you really want it," I said. I rubbed my cock head against his hole.

He bucked like a wild horse. "Oh shit, please Dave! Please fuck me! Fuck my cum out of me, man... I need it bad!"

I pushed my cock in hard and he let out a loud sigh. "Oh yes, dude... fuck me with that big dick!"

I pulled out again. "What do you want?" I asked, forcefully.

He looked up. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, man." he grunted. "Fuck my ass into goo. Make me shoot."

That did it... I was happy. I lined up and rammed my cock home. Usually I am more careful to prepare him, but we had been "active" enough that he was always fairly loose enough. This was the first time I had just gone in like that, and from his squeals and groans, he was taking it well enough. I had his long legs put over my shoulders, and I was pumping him with all the effort I had. This was animal fucking, two male beasts striving for a wet, gooey explosion.

James was beyond speech by this point. He was letting out short, loud grunts and his eyes had rolled back in his head. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and drool went down the side. His donkey dick was leaking a steady stream of slime all over his abs, which were rock hard in their six pack. Every muscle of his perfect body was flexing and contracting, and we were both covered in sweat.

All too soon, the animal pleasure of it got to me, and with a loud shout, I emptied my steaming load of cum into the tip of the rubber. I pulled out, and James let out a whimper. I wasn't about to let him go, though. I grabbed his untrimmed prick with both hands and started jacking him, while I bent down and stuck my tongue as far up his ass as it would go. He let out a shrill scream and began shooting cum all over the place. He fired like a rocket and cum was covering everything; his chest, abs, some of his face, my stomach, the floor... all were coated in sticky white cream.

James collapsed back onto the floor. I had to look at him closely to see if he was still breathing. Then I did a double take. He had passed out! I couldn't believe it... I had fucked my lover into oblivion!

My legs shook like rubber bands as I got to my feet. I couldn't help but feel a primal masculine pride as I went into the bathroom. I pulled off the rubber and threw it in the trash. I rinsed my mouth and took a washcloth and wiped myself down. Then I wet another washcloth under the warm water and took it and a towel out to my unconscious lover.

I laid them by his head and then set to work cleaning his cum off the floor. I was just glad the floors were imitation wood and not carpet... those were stains I sure didn't want to explain. I took the towel I had used on myself and wiped his cum off his body the best I could. I wiped as slowly and softly as I could so I wouldn't disturb him. After I wiped the extra cum off, I began to sponge him down.

I wiped the warm washcloth over his muscular chest and six pack abs, taking care to get the excess dribbles off his sides. I now had a warm feeling in my chest. There's something very romantic about the act of washing a lover, I thought. Soon I had it all finished, but I wanted to wipe down his ass crack, and he was all out of position for me to do that. I leaned down. "James, honey," I said softly, "lift up your legs a little."

He stirred. "What, again, Dave?" he murmured. "Can't we wait a minute? I'm exhausted."

I chuckled. "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

James groaned slightly. "Oh, all right ya horny pervert." He rolled over and lifted his legs a little. I lightly wiped off the extra lube and fluids from around James' hole. I looked at it in awe, a little worried. I hoped I didn't hurt him or anything. We had both gotten caught up in the moment, and who knows what damage we may have done?

I put the cloth down and began wiping the moisture off with the fluffy towel. By now James had returned to the land of the coherent, and was watching me as I cleaned him off. His chocolate eyes followed my hands as they removed the water and sweat from his body.

When I had finished, he smiled up at me. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asked.

I smiled back and lay down next to him. I propped my head up on my hand and stared into those deep brown pools. "I hope it's a much as I love you." I pushed his hair back off his forehead with my finger.

He sighed. "Well, I don't know a lot of guys who would clean off the guy they just fucked into unconsciousness."

I laughed. "That has never happened to me before, man."

James grinned. "Me neither." He turned over on his side so that we were facing each other. "You know what we have to do now, right?"

I frowned. "No, what?"

He grinned again. "We have to find a way to equal it."

I groaned. "Now? Jeez, dude, I need to recover! Besides, you were the one who said he was tired not five minutes ago!"

He laughed. "Yeah, well that was then." He reached down and began rubbing my chest.

I rolled my eyes. "Dude, you are insatiable."

"I know," he said with a grin. James rolled me over and then straddled my chest. He leaned down and kissed me, then he licked his way to my ear, where he whispered, "I never knew you had it in you to be like that Dave. I knew you had a dominant side, but I never thought you would let it out like that."

I blushed. "Yeah, I know."

James sat up. "Hey, dude, don't be ashamed. I liked it a lot! It really turned me on, dude."

I smiled. "Really?"

He smiled back. "Really. As long as you don't start spanking my really hard, making me wear bondage stuff, or make me call you sir, we'll be okay."

That got me going. My self-consciousness left me and we began making out.

The rest of the week kind of went by in a blur. James did walk kind of funny for the next day, but he laughed it off and took long soaks in his bathtub. I taught my classes on Wednesday and Friday and went to my seminars, and James did all his education stuff. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was absolutely exhausted. I finished my last class at 3 and went to James' apartment. I walked in the door and immediately collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. I guess I must have dozed off, because I awoke with a start when the door opened. James rolled in, with blades strapped to his legs as usual.

He came to a stop in front of me and just stood there, looking at me. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes, but I could see he was about five seconds from collapsing in a fit of hysterics. I must have looked pretty funny all sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch.

James pulled off his sunglasses. "What happened to you?" he asked as he turned around and fell back into the rocker.

I groaned. "Dr. Brooking's seminar on the Cold War. I never thought he would ever go so in depth. I am up to my ears in CIA reports and KGB reports and MGD and AAA and TVA, so on and so on. I am sick of letters."

James laughed. "So I guess you aren't up for a little blading this afternoon, huh?"

I lifted my head weakly. "No, I don't think so."

"Okay," he said. Then he pulled off his roller blades and stood up. He walked over to me and extended a hand. "Come on, up we go."

"What? No, don't make me get up," I protested.

"Come on, this will be good. Get up," he said again, grabbing my right arm and pulling me to my feet. James pulled me into the bedroom and told me to sit on the bed. Then he began stripping.

I sat back on the bed. "Hmm, not bad... my own private strip show. Far cry from the first one you gave me," I said, laughing.

James grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get comfy though. You're stripping, too."

I watched as James pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular body. He really did have a nice one, I thought. Hard pecs that weren't too big, but nice to feel and look at. Six-pack abdominals and broad shoulders... what a beautiful body, I thought. Almost as beautiful as the soul it contains. That thought quickly was replaced by a wave of lust as he shoved his shorts down around his ankles, baring his soft uncut cock and balls. He walked over toward me, his package shifting and shaking. I reached out to touch it, but he batted my hand away.

"Uh-uh-uh," he chided. "You're still wearing a little too much, my man." James reached down and grabbed the fabric of my knit shirt, pulling it from the waistband of my jeans. He pulled the shirt over my head and then pushed me back on the bed. "Roll over," he commanded.

I was too tired to argue, so I did. I heard some rustling and then the sound of a bottle cap opening. A long squirt later, I felt James being to apply something warm and slick to my tense back. I jumped a little at the contact, but was soothed by James' deep voice. "Shh, shh," he said. "Just relax."

I quickly feel under the spell of James' warm, kneading hands. The tension slowly began to loosen from my back and I was humming in contentment. James was doing wonders to my back muscles, and another rather tensile organ was beginning to make its presence known, in the form of my hard dick pressing into the bed. I began moving around, trying to make it more comfortable. James laughed. "Something bothering you?" he asked playfully.

I looked up at him and just stared for a minute, then laid my head back down. He just laughed some more and moved to my arms. "Okay now, turn over," he said.

I hoisted myself up and pulled the covers off. No sense in getting anything on the comforter, I thought. I laid back down on the cool sheets and closed my eyes. Then I felt James' warm hands running through my chest hair as they massaged my pectorals. "Mmm," I moaned. This was pretty good. I looked up at the sight. There was a gorgeous, naked blond sitting on my blue-jeaned legs, massaging my chest. Life just doesn't get any better, I thought. I caught James' eye and smiled at him. He smiled back, then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He laid his body down flush with mine and I wrapped my arms around his smooth torso.

We laid there, our bodies pressing, for what seemed like hours, just kissing each other. It was perhaps the most heavenly experience of my whole life. I never had thought how good it would be to simply be near someone, to be in love, to be holding the man I love; the emotion was almost too much for me.

Very soon, though, all emotions were pushed to the side with the exception of lust as my hands found their way down to James' luscious ass. I began fondling and squeezing his tight cheeks as his hands began massaging my torso again. Lust began to creep into our hungry kisses as we got more and more aroused. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, James wormed his hand between our bodies and he unbuttoned my jeans and stuck his hand in to caress my aching flesh. His dick was starting to flow with precum.

We squirmed and moaned and groaned a little while longer and then James sat up. "Want to continue this in the shower?" he asked.

I didn't care if we did it in the dumpster as long as I could finally shake off the load that had been building all day. I just nodded and grunted. James jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. "I'll warm up the water, dude!" he called.

I think I just grunted again. I began stripping as fast as I could. I was down to my gray boxer-briefs when the doorbell rang. "SHIT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

James walked back out. "What?" he asked. "What is it?"

"The fucking doorbell," I muttered. "Go ahead and warm up the shower. I'll get rid of whoever the hell it is."

James laughed and pulled me in. "I love you," he said as he kissed me. "I love it when you get all horned up and you act like a beast."

I laughed at that one. I gave him a swat on his ass and walked to my door. Without paying any heed to my attire, I turned the knob and pulled. "This better be damn good," I said angrily as the door swung open.

The person on the other side blinked in surprise. I was taken aback as well. I was staring right at a younger, female version of my lover. I followed her gaze downward with my eyes and I realized that I had been caught, once again, not just in my underwear, but with a major hard on and a huge precum spot.

I could feel my face burning as she cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she said nervously. "I'm Deanna Kennedy. I'm looking for my brother, James."

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