James

Hello good readers! Fortunately, I was able to crank out part 8 fairly quickly. Once you all get into it, I'm sure you all will figure out why it was so easy to write. Special thanks to DivineGlow, ndman, and CGalt08 as always... I can't even begin to put into words how much I value your friendship. I also value everyone who has emailed me. Thanks!

Alex... your courage and endurance are a light to all. Peace and love, man.

Part VIII

Halloween was like any other weekday. I had woken up, yawned and stretched, and turned to the side, to be greeted by... an empty pillow. I flopped back down on my pillow and groaned. James and I were bickering again, over this little shit named Jorge who seemed to be cropping up everywhere now.

We had gone dancing the week before and Jorge had been there. Last night, James and I had celebrated his A on an extremely hard project by going out to dinner, and who should be there but Jorge. Now that I was aware of his presence, I was picking him out of crowds all over town and I was totally convinced he was after my man. James always laughed it off and kissed me, but that didn't change what I thought were the facts. I would notice Jorge when we walked in and he would turn away, but as soon as I got up to order drinks or use the restroom, he was over hitting on James. Once, James went to the restroom and I noticed Jorge leave. I walked in the restroom to find Jorge playing with James' hair while James washed his hands. I was ready to twist his head off, but James always managed to downplay it.

I trusted James completely. James was a flirt, but he knew when enough was enough, and his receptions to Jorge's advances were growing chillier, but it didn't seem to deter the little shit. If anything, it made him more persistent, and I was fucking tired of it. James was tired too, but he was tired of me going on about it. Last night, after I scared Jorge off yet again, James turned to me and said, "When are you going to let it go and just ignore him, Dave? He's meaningless, no threat at all."

I shook my head. "I know, James, but he just irritates me. I want him gone, dude. Away. Finished. Out of the picture."

"Why can't you let me handle it my way, Dave? I'll get rid of him, you don't have to be Mr. Macho all the time."

That comment had stung, and it started an argument that persisted all the way outside and into the cab. James asked to be let out at his place, and as he got out he told me he would call me today. So, I went home alone and pissed off.

Now it was afternoon on Halloween, and I sat thinking of what I had to do. I had worked overtime over the weekend to get ahead in my research, so I had some free time for at least a couple of days. After the big party, I decided, I would spend a few days with James and reconnect, smooth things over. After this, the phone rang. I got up and answered it.

"Hey babe." My man. A warm feeling entered my chest.

"Hey," I answered. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," he replied. "Look, can we put last night behind us? It was a silly argument, and we don't need to let it get out of control."

I smiled. "Sure thing, dude. It's all forgotten."

I could hear his sexy grin in his voice. "Great. I'm glad, because I need your help with this stuff. Can you come on over?"

My dick twitched in my pants. "Sure thing, babe. Be there in a jiffy." I hung up the phone and went in search of my own costume. I looked in the mirror of my bedroom and took in my now smooth-shaven head. Matt had helped me with it this morning before my classes. James hadn't seen it yet. I wondered what he would think.

As I gathered my stuff into my bag, Matt came out of his room. He always seemed to be waking up from a nap every time I saw him. He looked at me and yawned. "Damn, Dave, I still can't get used to your head. We sure did a job on it."

I rubbed my hand on the smooth skin. "Yeah, I know. I hope it looks okay."

Matt squinted as he looked closer. "Yeah, it's cool. Your hair was short enough before so that the sun could get to the skin. You've got enough color so you don't look freaky."

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks. So what are you doing tonight?"

Matt shuffled toward the couch. "Costume party at Laura's sorority. We're going as a hooker and her pimp."

I laughed. "That shouldn't be too hard for you, dude. You always look like that."

He threw a pillow at me. "Fuck you, ass boy."

I laughed and threw it back. "You only wish, dude." I put my heavy black boots in my bag, stuck a baseball cap on my head, and headed for the door. "Be careful tonight, dude. Try not to get too wild with the sorority chicks."

"Will do, champ. Later."

I pulled up at James' apartment building and managed to get up the stairs without spilling stuff everywhere. I thought my costume was a stroke of genius before, but now I thought it might be too much. Nah, I figured. James was going to be a golden boy, so this wouldn't be anywhere near as over the top. I knocked on the door. "Come in!" yelled James' voice.

I walked in and was greeted by the sight of James' sexy naked body. Oh yes, this will be a fun evening, I thought as I walked over and kissed him. My hands went around his waist and grabbed the firm muscles of his ass as my tongue entered his mouth. I could feel his big cock hardening between us. "Mmm, do we have to go tonight? Why don't we just stay in?" I asked as we pulled apart.

James grinned. "Because, dude. This is the big party. We have to go." I groaned and rolled my eyes. James laughed and picked up the jar of golden goo. "Now, it's almost eight. We have to get this stuff on in time for it to dry and get to the club by nine."

I took the jar from him and frowned. "What exactly is this stuff anyway?"

"Well, it's not exactly body paint. This stuff doesn't coat the skin as thoroughly as actual paint does. You remember the Bond movie Goldfinger?"

I nodded. "Yeah, bare spots have to be left or you suffocate."

James grinned. "Yup, and I am taking no chances. This is really just a type of body glitter. Mixed with my tan, this stuff should have the same effect as paint would."

I turned the jar over, reading the instructions. "How long does this stuff take to dry?"

"About half an hour."

My eyebrows shot up. "Half an hour? You're shitting me!"

James shook his head. "Nope. We could fudge on that and go on, but I want to make sure it won't rub off too quickly. This shit has to last until we leave."

I sighed. This would take us forever, and I still needed to get dressed myself. "Oh well," I said. "I guess we need to get started." I shook the jar a little and opened it up. James did the same and we started smearing the stuff on his body.

I must admit, that experience was the most fun I've had in a few days. Smearing gold goo on James' hot muscles was pleasurable to say the least, and James' 10-inch prick stayed at attention from minute one. There was a pretty good puddle of precum oozing from the head onto the floor. As I rubbed the glitter into his left leg, I looked at his dripping meat and them up at him. "Want me to take care of this now?" I asked, nodding my head at his dick.

James grinned. "Nah, better save it for later," he said and continued rubbing the stuff on his arm. He had shaved his body in preparation for this, so the smoothness was an interesting change. Then I remembered that I was still wearing my baseball cap, and James hadn't seen my bald head yet. He'd be shocked, I thought again as I rubbed glitter on his foot.

We saved the interesting parts for last. James didn't want to take a chance on getting too worked up, so he put the stuff on his dick and nuts while I did his firm ass. Damn, was this torture or what, I thought. Finally we were finished. I wiped my hands on some paper towels and took in James' now gilded body. Incredible. His body gleamed in the lights. Gold glitter covered every muscle and sinew, and he was a sight to behold. I know I was tempted to fall to my knees in worship of this beautiful body. The silver of his nipple ring stood out in contrast, and just made it better. Even James' uncut dick was covered in gold glittery stuff, and was an amazing sight as well. It was fun to put on, and I thought it would be more fun to get off later tonight.

I finished wiping off my hands. "Okay, now you ready to see my costume on me?"

James grinned. His white teeth flashed in comparison to the gold skin. "Oh yeah, dying to see. Lay it on me, dude."

The first thing I did was take off my cap, eliciting a gasp from James. "Dude! You shaved your head?" He walked over and looked at my shiny bald scalp. "Wow, dude... I must say, it's pretty hot. When did you do this?"

I started pulling stuff from the bag. "This morning. I clipped it all off, and Matt took the razor to it. What do you think?"

"I wish I could touch it now, dude... I like it. So how does it fit in with your costume?"

I grinned at my golden lover, and started stripping. James laughed and started clapping. "I like it so far... keep going," he said. I had decided to go without underwear, and I pulled on a pair of camouflage pants. Then I pulled on a pair of heavy combat boots, and then an equipment harness. James frowned. "Where did you get this stuff, dude? It looks authentic."

I pulled out a case of battle paint and started applying it to my face. "It is authentic, James. I got all of it from my brother Joe. He's in the army, you know. This is some of his old stuff that he didn't use anymore." I covered my face in dark shades and then put some black smears on my bare shoulders and chest. James' golden cock started to rise again. I smiled. "I take it you like it?"

James swallowed and grinned wickedly. "Oh, yes. You look hot, dude."

I slipped a pair of dog tags on my head and held them up for James to see. "These are my dad's old tags. See? Collins, Lawrence, captain, U.S. Army."

James shook his head. "Going all out, I see."

I grinned. "You got it."

James smiled back, and then he got a thoughtful look on his face. "I still haven't figured out what you are yet, dude. A soldier?"

I grinned again and slipped a black bandanna on my head. "You haven't got the irony, dude. I am going commando tonight, as I am dressed as a commando."

James groaned and shook his head. "Dude, you should get recognized as making the worst jokes in American history."

I bent down and tied the boots. "I'm working on it."

James looked at the clock. "Okay, close enough. Time for me to get dressed." I watched as James donned his silky costume, gold sandals, and gold laurel leaf crown. He looked great. The costume was perfect for him. He adjusted everything, including his free-swinging dick, and then turned to me. "Ready to go?"

I looked down. The flimsy material did nothing to hide the meat hanging down there. "I'm going to be fighting them off like crazy tonight."

James grinned that naughty, sexy grin. "I hope the only one I have to fight off is you. You know you're going to win that one." With that he sauntered out the door. I shook my head, adjusted my package, and followed.

So much for resolved arguments, I thought as I downed yet another shot. I had started out with mixed drinks, and then moved to vodka. What a fucked up night. I looked around the dark club and got mixed up by the flashing lights for a minute, then I focused on the golden man on the dance floor. He sure looks like he's having a good time, I thought as I poured more liquor into the glass.

All of a sudden I felt someone sit next to me. I didn't need to look to tell it was Barry. His cologne gave him away. "'Sup, Barry?" I slurred as I downed the shot.

Barry picked up the bottle and looked at the label. He wrinkled his nose. "You're shooting straight vodka? Without a chaser?! How many shots have you had?"

I cocked my head. "Of vodka? Six. That's not counting the three screwdrivers since nine-fifteen."

"Shit! Are you trying to get your stomach pumped tonight?"

I laughed. "I can hold my alcohol, dude. Don't worry about me." I looked at Barry. He was dressed like Robin Hood. "Nice costume, merry man. Where's Little John?"

Barry gestured toward Todd over in the corner. "Over there." He turned back to me. "Now, do I get to find out what happened right now, or do I have to wake you up at 5 AM to find out."

I roared with laughter. For some reason, that comment was funny as hell. "Nah, it's no secret dude. My boyfriend is a flirting machine, and he enjoys it so much that he won't shoo the guys away no matter how much it bothers me."

Barry frowned. "Huh? That doesn't sound like him. What happened?"

I managed to get through what had been going on with Jorge over the past few weeks, and I ended up with what happened when we walked in. As I had figured, the guys had gone totally apeshit over James' costume. He was the subject of over a million gropes in the first ten minutes alone.

We had danced a while and then started drinking some. Both of us had a good buzz going when the crap started again. Guys groped, copped feels, and asked him to strip off the costume and come with them to their places and other stuff. James grinned and ate it all up. The more we drank, the more flirty he became. I had enjoyed all the attention he had been getting at first, but as the night went on I got more and more pissed.

I had watched James talking to a group of guys and everything hit me at once. What was he doing? He was throwing all of this in my face! I couldn't remember him ever flirting like this ever, especially right in front of me. He had kept looking over at me and smiling and winking, but it kept right on going. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I walked off and got a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. James was hot on my trail. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked.

I poured and downed the first shot. "Nothing at all. I'm just going off so you can feel free to flirt all you want."

James frowned. "What do you mean?"

I looked at him. "James, come on. `Oh, your costume is soooo cool! Your ass looks good in those tights.' What's that if it isn't flirting?"

James rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dave. It isn't that bad."

I laughed again. "Right, dude. Sure. You aren't flirting with every guy who has a dick in the room. Sure."

James looked at me and his eyes flashed anger. "Are we back to this again? I thought we hashed this out a long time ago."

"Yeah, we did, dude. We did." I poured another shot.

"Then why are you so upset? I told you that you don't have to worry."

I looked around the room. I spotted Jorge, dressed as a seventies disco-dancer. "Look, there's your pal. Why don't you go dance? Tell him how much you love his medallion or his shoes." I downed the next shot.

James looked positively pissed off. "You're drunk, Dave. I can't talk to you like this." He started to walk away.

"Sure, run away!" I yelled after him. "Go dance with your pretty-boy new boyfriend!"

James had stopped and stiffened, but only for a minute. He never looked back.

"So that's it, that's the story," I finished. Barry sat there gaping at me through the whole explanation. I started to pour myself another shot. "That was two and a half hours, and four shots of vodka ago."

Barry grabbed the bottle and shot glass away. Then he grabbed my head in both hands and looked me right in the eyes. "Are you an idiot or what?!"

I blinked. Not what I expected at all. "What do you mean?"

Barry rolled his eyes. "Dave, you are a jealous bitch, aren't you? You have no idea what was really going on. You looked, you jumped to conclusions, and you got pissed, right?"

I thought about it. "So what was happening, oh great knower of all?"

Barry made a disgusted sound and rolled his eyes. "Seems to me like he was just having fun and trying to get you involved in it. It doesn't sound to me like he ignored you for other guys, far from it."

I shook my head. "Yeah, right Barry. Sure. James was getting me involved while he was going after every other guy, especially that little shit Jorge."

Barry leaned forward and smacked me lightly on the back of the head. "Dave, wake up and get a fucking clue! When are you going to get it through your head that the boy is head over heels for you? Sure he's a flirt, but does that really change anything? Who is he going home with at the end of the night? Jorge? Some other guy? No, dickwad. He's going home with you."

I looked down. Once again, got myself in trouble. I laughed. "What a case I am, dude. I'm the one whose family still talks to him. I've never been raped. I've had the big-time football career. Why am I so screwed up?"

Barry put his arm around me. "Dave, you can't help how you feel. You've been burned before. Your friends turned on you a long time ago when you were still a little kid for no good reason, and no matter what you've done since, you've never erased that. It's made you a little paranoid with your relationships. Now you have a chance to put it all behind you. You can either suck it up and stop reacting to stuff that isn't there, or you can sit here and drink and let the best thing that's ever happened to you walk off." He looked over at James. I followed his eyes, and what I saw made me see red. There was my golden boy, dirty dancing with that fucking prick Jorge.

I looked at them for a minute, then back at Barry. I made a sharp gesture. "You see that?"

Barry followed my eyes, then he grabbed the back of my head. "Doesn't matter at all, Dave."

I got up and muttered thanks to Barry, and walked out into the dance floor. I walked up to the dancing pair, and put my hand down on Jorge's shoulder. "Cutting in," was all I said before I pulled him away from James. Jorge didn't even put up a protest. He disappeared into the wall of people on the dance floor.

James just looked at me, and I pulled him to me and we started dirty dancing. We ground our lower bodies together with the beat, our eyes never leaving each other. The song soon changed and I turned James so that his ass was resting right in my crotch. The new song was similar to the other, with a hard, driving beat.

The lights pulsed and moved with the music. The scent of sweat and cologne was all around me, as well as James' own heady smell. My head was still swimming from the alcohol, but I could concentrate on the fine body I was holding to me. I ran my hands around him and placed one on his chest, the other on his waist and I pulled him into me more. My cock rested right in the crack of his tight ass, and he began grinding into it. My prick hardened instantly.

I began kissing on his neck and he moaned and his hands moved behind him, groped and caressing my body. Both of our emotions were running high, and we were getting caught up in the moment. I became oblivious to everyone and everything around me. All I knew was James, the man I loved-my man.

I ran my right hand up under the fold of cloth that ran over his chest and I started playing with his nipple. My mouth never left his neck. I sucked and nipped at the soft skin, making him moan even louder. James' left hand came up behind his back and started playing around in the hair on my chest, ultimately resting on my right nipple, which he began playing with. My mouth tightened on his neck and I sucked harder.

James began writhing in pleasure against my body. My left hand stayed on his waist, holding him to me. My rock hard prick rested in the crack of his ass still, and the way he was wriggling and thrusting was making me hotter than hell. I looked down across his body and the front of his costume was bulging out obscenely as his meat rose to full hardness.

I moved my left hand up from his waist to his pierced left nipple. I began rubbing around it, making James moan and groan and wriggle some more. My mouth went to the right side of his neck and I began licking and kissing there. I moved my right hand up and under his costume, where I grabbed his rock hard meat. He let out a gasp of agonized pleasure as I began jerking on it.

I began flicking his nipple ring back and forth, and he cried out every time. His dick was twitching out precum like a fountain. I knew everything we were doing was visible to the whole world, but I didn't give a fuck. This was my man, and I wanted the whole room, the whole city, even the whole country to know it. This was the culmination of all of my jealousy, my possessiveness. I was going to show my man how much I wanted him with my body, and I was going to show the world whose man he was.

I left his dick alone and twitching. I kept flicking his nipple with my left hand and I reached down and began probing around his hot hole. He was moaning and rubbing my bulging fly like crazy. I noticed a guy reach down and start to grab his straining meat, but James slapped his hand away. He let out one throaty word: "His." It drove me insane.

Without any further preamble I thrust my fingers into his hole. He screamed in lust as I finger fucked him right there. "Fuck me," he said as I played with his nipple and thrust my fingers in his ass. I reached into my left pocket and pulled out a condom. Always be prepared, that's what the Boy Scouts say, right? I spat on my right fingers and began slicking up his ass. Then I pulled away and pulled my raging hard on out of my pants and rolled down the rubber. I spat on it and lubed up, then I grabbed James by the waist and positioned my cock at his hole.

"You want it?" I whispered into his ear.

"Oh yeah, Dave. Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard."

I held his waist and drove my cock home. James let out a grunt and I swear the whole room inhaled. I didn't wait to work him up to it. I was consumed by my lust and I began power fucking his tight ass right there. He was grunting and groaning and twitching as I impaled him on my dick. My left hand reached up and played with his nipple again, while my right grabbed his steaming hot cock. I planted my mouth right on his neck again and began sucking hard.

James was shrieking and howling in pleasure, and my hand was soaked in precum. I knew we both wouldn't last long, we were too worked up. His howls got louder, and I fucked harder and harder. As I fucked harder, I increased my suction on his neck unconsciously. He yelled out, "Yes, Dave! Suck my neck, dude... come on... mark me. I'm yours... MARK ME!" I bit down hard on his neck and sucked with all my might. James yelled out incoherently and began shooting streams of hot cum all over the place. I shoved my dick as far in as I could and began filling the rubber with my steaming load.

I pulled him to me and we both stood there, panting, for what seemed like forever. A sound finally penetrated our post-orgasmic haze... the sound of applause. James and I both looked up to see the entire room was facing us and applauding like mad. Some guys had their dicks out, some guys were getting blown, but everyone was clapping. I somehow found Barry and Todd with my eyes where they stood against the wall. Barry was shaking his head and clapping, and Todd grinned big and gave me thumbs up. I smiled back weakly.

James and I were both totally exhausted. James' head was back against my shoulder, and mine rested next to it. Our breathing slowed, and we were sweating buckets. James turned his head to face me. He smiled and said, "I love you, Dave." I said, "I love you too," and bent to kiss him tenderly.

The room went mad.

We were among the last few to leave. It was about one-thirty, and James and I were sitting at the bar. Every once in a while some guys and a few girls would pass by and say, "Nice show guys." I would blush like a tomato, while James would grin and say thanks. I did notice that Jorge left without a word after our little show on the dance floor. Somehow, I had a feeling we wouldn't see nearly as much of him anymore.

James tapped my on the shoulder. I turned my head. He grinned, and I melted inside. "Whatcha thinkin?" he asked. He put his hand on my shoulder and rested his head on it.

I smiled. "We made a complete spectacle of ourselves tonight."

He grinned. "We sure did. And had a hell of a good time doing it, too."

I looked down. "Yeah, it felt good. But I can't help feeling a little ashamed of myself."

"Why? Because we fucked in the middle of the dance floor?"

We both laughed. "What I can't believe is how I acted. First I get all crazy-assed jealous on you, then I come out all macho and possessive and `take you' in front of the whole world. I wish I knew what comes over me."

James turned me to face him. "Dave, look at me. I know you're jealous, and it's okay. Some part of me likes it. But dude, you can't let it rule you. You have to have some faith and trust. You say you do, and that you just get tired of guys hitting on me, but we both know that isn't the case. Some part of you is scared to death of losing me."

I put my head down on the bar. "I almost did, before. I imagine my life and I can't picture it without you."

James put his arms around me. "Dave, you don't have to. I'm not going anywhere. Do I flirt too much? Yeah, I admit it, I do. I've always been friendly, and I guess this is just an extension of it. But dude, I am in this for the long haul. I've found something in you that completes that emptiness inside me. I can't imagine my life without you either, and I don't want to."

I sat up and looked at James. I took his hands in mine. "James?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Yes?"

"Let's go get tested."

He looked weirdly at me. "Not what I expected, Dave."

I laughed nervously. "This is a big step, dude. I want to be one and only with you. I am saying right now that I want nobody else. I want to be committed to you, and this is a first step. I want to start our commitment right now."

James smiled, and I think I saw some tears in his deep brown eyes. "This means a lot to you, dude." I nodded. "Sure thing, Dave. I will go with you tomorrow."

With that we hugged and kissed. Then we went outside and hailed a cab, then headed for James apartment.

"Dave?" James called me from the bathroom.

I had just finished turning down the bed and lighting some candles. "Yep?" I answered.

"I need your help with this."

I walked in and took in James, standing naked in his shower, still covered in gold stuff. My body paint had come off easily with soap and water, and I was ready for bed. James was another story. He had this stuff he had to rub in before it would come off, and he couldn't reach every spot. He had done his chest, arms, and legs, and was working on his face. "Will you get my back for me?"

I took the bottle and put some on my hands. I began rubbing his back with it, making sure to coat every part. I used the excuse to rub his muscles, and he began sighing. "Oh, that feels wonderful, dude." I put some more stuff on my hands and began rubbing his lower back, making it down to his firm ass. He turned around and kissed me. "Thanks, Dave. I just need a few minutes before I can wash this off."

I stepped back out. "It's okay. I can wait."

We sat there, staring into each other's eyes for the whole five minutes it took for the chemical to do its work. Neither of us said anything. We just looked, brown eyes into blue. Then he turned on the shower and started rubbing his body. The gold stuff had loosened and was running off his body with the water. In just a few minutes, his body was back to being its natural tan.

I held out a towel. "Come here," I said. I wrapped him in it and began drying him off. The first thing I noticed was the large bruise on his neck where I had bit and sucked on it at the party. I blushed. "Hey, is this tender?" I asked as I probed it.

"A little, why?" he asked.

I giggled. "Well, you asked me to mark you... you got your wish."

"What?" he asked. James pulled away and walked over to his mirror. He examined the left side of his neck and burst out laughing. "Oh shit, dude," he said, wiping tears, "this is going to be fun to explain tomorrow."

I laughed with him and finished drying him off. Then we went into his bedroom. Once again, soft jazz was playing on his radio. We danced, naked, body to body, for what seemed like hours. Our foreheads touched and we just held each other, enjoying the feel of the other's body.

I ran my hands up his muscular arms and ran my fingers over the bruise on the left side of his neck. I leaned in and licked it gingerly, eliciting a slight whimper from him. Then he began running his hands over my smooth-shaven head. The sensations were strange, but very erotic. I leaned down and began tonguing his collarbone, and he kissed my scalp, then ran his tongue over it. I shivered.

I kissed my way down the smooth expanse of James' chest, stopping at his right nipple. I played with the ring in his left as I lightly nipped his right. He moaned, and kept licking my head while his hands roamed down my back.

I began nuzzling his stomach and nipping at the taut skin on his cut ab muscles. James leaned his head back and purred in contentment. I stood up and kissed him again, then we moved to the bed. James pulled the cover back and lay back on the cool sheets. I leaned over on top of him and began moving down his flat stomach again. I licked my way into his pubic area. It was strange to not see hair there. I decided that while this was kind of neat, I preferred him the other way. But when I licked and nipped with my teeth he about shot off the bed in pleasure.

I moved around to his big smooth sack. I licked and tongued his balls, and rolled them around with my tongue before taking them into my mouth. James hummed in delight. Then I kissed my way up his hard shaft, pausing to lick up the stream of flowing precum. Finally I got to the big head, almost fully exposed by his retracted foreskin. I licked around the skin, enjoying James' wriggling and moaning, then I pushed the skin back with my lips and took him into my mouth.

James let out agonized moans of pleasure as I bobbed up and down on his rigid organ. Precum flowed steadily onto my tongue, and I licked it up eagerly. I tried to take his cock into my throat, but it was just too fat. James pulled me off and whispered, "Me too, dude." He turned around on the bed so that he was facing my straining meat and took me into his mouth. From this angle I could better fit him, and I was able to finally work him down my throat.

I thought James was going to come off the bed when I did that. He pulled off me and moaned loudly. "Shit, dude... nobody's ever been able to do that before." I felt my chest puff out in pride and I went back to work with renewed passion. James attacked my pride and joy as eagerly as I was doing him and soon we were covered in sweat and gobbling on each other.

James had me at the edge in no time and I pulled off him and croaked out, "I'm gonna shoot, James... I'm cumming." James pulled off my dick and jerked me off into a powerful orgasm. Cum sprayed out over my stomach, my upper thighs, and on James' face and chest.

I collapsed back onto the bed, panting. Then I sat back up and went to town on James, bringing him off almost instantly. He began bucking and shaking under my hands as I played with his big balls, sucking his sensitive head. I pulled off and his cock shot in big spurts, arching over his stomach. I licked on his balls as I felt the muscles contract under my tongue.

I lay back on the bed and James turned around so that he was lying next to me. I looked down at his chest and smiled. He was totally coated in cum. I kissed his forehead and went to get a towel. By the time I came back in, he was sound asleep.

"I can't stand this waiting, dude. This was always the worst part." I got out of the chair for the fifth time and paced around the doctor's office. We had come in for testing the week before, and now it was time to get our results.

James laughed at me. "Come on, Dave, I don't know why you're nervous. You said yourself that you hadn't been with anyone since you were tested last, so you should be fine."

I looked down at him. "Yeah, I know," I said. "My head knows that. But it doesn't make any difference to my heart. What if there was a mistake before with my tests? What if there was a mistake with yours? Oh God, I don't want anything to happen to you..."

James jumped up and grabbed my shoulders. "Dude, settle down! You're fine, I'm fine. No problems!"

I looked at the floor, then back up at his deep brown eyes. For a minute, as always, I lost myself in their chocolate depths. Then I nodded and sat back down. James settled into his customary slouch next to me. "Besides, I can't see how this is the worst part. For me, it's when they take that little swab and twirl it around inside your dick, dude. That sucks!"

I looked at James. He turned to me and made a face that cracked us both up. Then, the doctor walked in. James and I had both known him for a while. Doctor Chris Preston was a client of Barry's, and he specialized in treating gays and lesbians. He was a very nice guy, and cute too. James and I had met his lover at one of Barry's dinner parties a few months back.

Chris sat down at his desk and smiled at us. "You know, I think it's great that you two did this together. Jack and I got tested at the same time when we started getting serious. I hope the wait hasn't been too hard on you."

James and I looked at each other. "Nah," we both said and cracked up. It was pretty obvious we were both a little nervous.

Chris opened the folder. "Okay, here we go. We did standard tests for HIV, herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and all forms of hepatitis on the two of you. Dave, you're first." He scanned the sheet for a minute. I grabbed James' hand and held it tightly. "Dave, you're fine. Negative in all respects."

I let out a long breath and smiled big. "Thanks, Chris. Oh, I feel better."

Chris smiled again. "I understand you have only been with James since your last test. I would venture to say that you're okay for sure, but to be safe you should still keep using protection for another six months."

I smiled. "I understand."

Chris looked back down. "Okay, James. Your results are," he paused, looking down. I looked at James. He was holding his breath, and had my hand in a death grip. Chris looked back up. "You're negative, too. All tests negative."

James let out his breath and closed his eyes for a minute. He breathed again. Then he broke out in a radiant smile. "Thanks, Doc. Really... I appreciate this."

Chris stood up. "No problem, guys. I love giving news like that. Now, go out and start making plans for the future. I'll see you all soon."

We said our goodbyes and walked out into the cool November sunshine. We both stopped on the sidewalk and looked at each other. Without any regard to passersby and whoever might see us, we kissed and hugged each other. The future, indeed... it looked good.

End of Part VIII

Nope, still nowhere near the end of this story... lots more to come. Stay tuned for part 9.