Joe James

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Marcus must have sensed me wake up, because he turned over almost immediately, so that we were facing each other.

"Hey babe." Babe? I'm not sure how I feel about that. But I probably like it.

"Hey..." It was all I could manage before I felt him grabbing my hard dick and my words degenerated into a non-sensical moan. It didn't matter, he kissed me and I stopped trying to talk.

"I thought I must have been dreaming" he said, "but you're here."

"Yeah, I'm really here. Don't worry, I can't believe it either." Which was true.

"Well it's all true, there's even evidence."

I followed his gaze and saw what he meant. We were both covered in dried on cum. Damn we made a mess last night. We both laughed, and I refocussed his attention by wrapping my hand around his dick. He was very slowly wanking me, so I did the same to him. Kissing him again, I moved towards him, so that I could be on top of him again, like we were last night. But Marcus had other ideas, again. He pushed me back down, on my back, flat on the bed, and moved himself so that he was kneeling next to me. Then he started to kiss me, down my neck, onto my shoulder.

Moving a little lower, he kissed and licked his way across my chest, taking care to make sure he spent a good couple of minutes on each nipple. I had no idea that would feel so intense, and I was moaning gently. Lower still, down my stomach and all around my belly button, making me laugh. And lower again, oh god. Teasing me, he moved across to my hip, kissing and licking, avoiding my dick. And then back, over my thigh. I spread my legs a little wider as he started to kiss the inside of my thigh. I could hear myself saying his name, desperate for him to touch me where I wanted it most. Ohhh fuck, he licked my balls.

Licking, sucking, kissing them. I knew I was moaning louder now, but didn?t really care. He was obviously deliberately teasing me, but it was amazing none the less, as he started to move his mouth higher, kissing the base of my dick, and moving up, slowly, all long it. And then he stopped. More or less on his hands and knees, kneeling to the side of me, I could feel his breath on the head of my dick, he looked back at me.

"Fuck Marcus, please." He smiled. I tried to push my hips up but he just moved his head away, keeping me just out of reach. He placed one hand on my stomach and pushed my back down onto the bed. He is definitely stronger than me so there wasn't much point in trying to push against him. I did anyway, but it was no use. He moved closer, and gently kissed the head of my now throbbing dick.

I was starting to moan and also to tell him to just fucking suck me, but I didn't have to. He took my whole dick head into his mouth, closing his lips around it. Oh. Fucking. Wow. I couldn't believe it, this amazing, incredible, gorgeous boy was actually sucking me!

"You like it then?" Marcus had the biggest grin on his face.

"Of course I like it!"

"Good."

With that, he sucked my dick back into his mouth. But this time, he kept going. Sucking more and more of my dick into his mouth, down his throat, until there wasn't any more to get in. I have obviously actually died, heaven exists, and this must be what it is like. He is taking my whole dick in and out of his mouth, up and down, slowly covering and then uncovering me with that hot, wet, unbelievable feeling. Going slightly faster, he stopped holding me down and I was able to start thrusting up to meet his mouth. Lifting my head up, I could actually watch as my dick entered his mouth, all the way in. And what was even hotter, was seeing that Marcus was enjoying this as well, wanking himself as he sucked me. The intensity was like nothing I've ever experienced, and I could already feel myself tensing up, I was going to cum really quick. I was going to tell him, to warn him, but words didn't really form properly as my breathing and my moaning increased. I knew that I wasn't going to last very long, but at the same time, it felt like the slowest, longest ever build up. My hands gripped the bed sheets either side of me as I tried to stop myself from crying out, desperate for him to give me just that little bit more so that I could cum. Yet somehow, I seemed to be balancing on the edge of that moment for absolutely ages. Half in total ecstasy, half frustrated desperation.

And then it started. But not like ever before. It was like my whole body was going to very slowly explode. My chest was tight, and I could literally feel my heart kind of fluttering. I briefly wondered if I was having a heart attack and this was how I was going to die. It wouldn't be a bad way to go. My stomach was trembling, in fact, I was starting to shake all over. Almost like shivering except I wasn't cold. The familiar tightening in my balls seemed more noticeable than usual, so that my balls were actually aching, but in a really good way. And my dick, oh god, I swear it must have been like an inch longer than usual and so unbelievably hard. I didn't know if I was going to laugh or cry or yell, or what the hell was going to happen.

Of course what actually happened was that I woke up, with a massive hard on, realising that I'd been dreaming.

Ha ha ha, no, not really. Although I did kind of expect that to happen.

I started to cum, and I mean, I could literally feel my cum being fired up and out of my dick. And Marcus just carried on, swallowing and sucking, although his own wanking seemed to pick up a gear. When I had finished and my dick got too sensitive Marcus knelt back, looking down at me. All I could really do right then was lay there smiling. He was wanking hard and fast now, right next to me. I lifted my hand and played with his balls, just rubbing and gently squeezing, and almost immediately he started to cum. Shooting all over my dick, and my chest, and, well, just all over me. If this morning had not already pre-qualified, this would definitely have made it The Hottest Moment Of My Life. Marcus sort of collapsed next to me, putting his arm around me and pulling us closer. His cum now sticking us together. Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes. I don't know about him, but I just couldn't.

"Good morning babe" he eventually said.

"Yeah, good morning" I replied.

I don't know how long we were asleep like that for, but when I next woke up it was just after 10.00am. Marcus was gone, but I could hear the shower running. I was kinda disappointed that he didn't wait for me so we could shower together. But looking down at my mostly soft and highly satisfied dick, nothing was going to happen right now anyway. The water shut off and seconds later Marcus was stood in front of me, naked, wet, fucking amazing. He was drying his hair and clearly wasn't worried about me watching the rest of his incredible body.

"The shower's all your babe, towels on the rack." I got out of bed and stood up, walking past him to get to the bathroom.

We kissed, and then kissed some more.

"Go get cleaned up babe, then we'll go down for breakfast." The shower was just what I needed. Both to clean up and wake up. As much fun as it had been getting covered in cum, it was nice to feel clean and fresh. I walked back in to Marcus' bedroom, towel wrapped around my waist.

"Fucking hell Joe."

"What?" Marcus was shaking his head but smiling at me.

"Nothing. You should get dressed, even though it's a shame to cover you up."

"Yeah, OK, but about that....?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anything I can wear? I only have the suit from last night."

"Oh, right, yeah, of course."

We sorted through some of his clothes and settled on an old T-shirt which was now too small for him and some jogging bottoms which were really still too big for me but elasticated so didn't look terrible. It will do for breakfast anyway. Oh yeah, breakfast. In Marcus' house. With other people.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Who else is going to be home today?"

"Tom and Leanne I guess, and then just Dad and us. Why?"

"Oh OK. It's just, well... what are they going to think... about me I mean... staying over... with you?"

"Nothing, why? It's not like you're the first boy I've ever brought home....."

Well that kind of stung.

"Shit, sorry. I don't mean like I do this all the time."

"Right..."

"No babe, I'm sorry. You weren't even talking about me were you."

"Not so much"

"So when you said you've never done this before, does that mean no-one even knows your gay?"

"Well it's never come up. It's not a secret, but I've never had to really say it either."

Marcus came up to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Joe, babe, we're just having breakfast. Walking in and saying 'hi I'm Joe and I'm gay' would actually be a bit weird you know?"

I smiled.

"Yes, stupid, I know that. It's just weird, they'll all know, or guess."

"It will be fine, I promise."

I followed Marcus downstairs and into the kitchen. Which was actually the only room I'd been in other than the hallway and his bedroom. Tom and Leanne, and a guy I assumed must be Marcus' Dad were all sat at the table, talking, eating, and drinking coffee. Marcus went in first.

"Morning" I don't think it was my imagination, but he sounded pretty happy. There was a general uncoordinated 'hey / hi / morning' response.

Marcus pulled out a chair next to where he was standing and seemed to imply I should sit in it.

"Morning" I said. I didn't want to be rude.

Tom and Leanne were alternating between looking at me, and looking at Marcus, and slightly over stated their 'good morning Joe'. I guess it might have been a bit of a surprise for them. I looked away but accidentally ended up looking at Marcus' Dad, who was looking right back at me. He too then looked to Marcus, and there was a brief but heavy silence.

"Hang on" he said, and left the room. I could hear him going upstairs, opening and closing doors. I looked to Marcus who had his head in his hands. Tom was smiling. Leanne was looking slightly vacant and confused. A minute later Marcus' Dad came back in and sat back down at the table.

"Marcus?" He said, sounding super serious. Marcus didn't say anything.

"Marcus, there's a boy having breakfast with us, wearing your clothes, and as far as I can tell he didn?t stay in a spare room. Is this something we should talk about?"

I could tell that his Dad wasn't being serious, well, maybe a little bit serious, but mostly just having fun.

"Don't be mean Dad!" Marcus sounded a little more defensive that I was expecting, maybe even tense, or angry. There was another moment of extremely awkward silence, at least for me there was. I decided to try and get through this moment as best I could.

"Morning" I said, smiling "I'm Joe, Joe James."

"Good to meet you, Joe James, I'm Paul, you want coffee?"

"That would be great, thanks."

Just as I thought the moment was going to be defused, in fact, I'm pretty sure it had already started to be less intense, his Dad said to me;

"You must be something special, no-one else has ever made it to breakfast."

Again, I could tell that he wasn't being serious, not entirely anyway.

Tom did a really bad job of not laughing, but Marcus was looking pretty awkward. I held his hand under the table and he looked at me.

"Yeah, actually he is. He's incredible." It was partly an answer to his Dad, and partly, I think, just to me. But it made me feel great. He thinks I'm incredible!

"Oh god ? you're not going to kiss him here are you? Not over breakfast!

A father doesn't need to see that!" His fake horror at the idea was really funny.

I'm certainly not used to parents talking like this, but Paul seemed super cool, and he managed to make us all laugh and carry on with breakfast as if this were all completely normal. We talked, and laughed.

People talked to me, like actually asking me stuff, and listening. I guess it might be normal for them. It was weird for me. But enjoyably weird. This must be what a family can feel like.

After breakfast we went back up to Marcus' room and played some xbox.

Well, Marcus played xbox mostly because he was way better than me at that stuff. But that's OK, I was happy just being next to him, watching him have fun. Well, happy, but distracted.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Erm.... I've had a really great time but..."

"Oh. You want to go? I'm sorry, do you want to do something else? I just thought..."

"No, it's fine. I just...... I need to get home and... "

"I know, I said I'd drive you home so, I can still do that. I just hoped maybe we'd spend today just hanging out."

He looked so sad.

"Marcus, I'd like that too. But, you know, I've got homework and stuff to do as well."

"Homework? Fuck. How old are you?"

"Seventeen" Well I couldn?t very well lie could I.

Neither of us spoke. Well, not like, forever, but eventually I did, because I couldn't stand the silence.

"I guess you don't want to see me again then? Sorry."

"What? No, fuck that. I just wasn't expecting, well... I just didn't know."

"But if it's too weird, for you I mean, it's OK."

"No, it's not. It's not too weird, and it's not OK that you even thought I would be going anywhere. I'm only a couple of years older than you."

"Cool." I need to stop saying that. Not that it mattered, he kissed me anyway.

"But I suppose you still need to go home?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"No problem babe."

"I don't suppose you have any trainers I could borrow do you?"

"Yeah, of course, but they're going to be way too big. Wait here."

Marcus left the bedroom and went downstairs. I could here some muffled conversation but couldn't make out what was being said. A few minutes later and Marcus came back, with trainers.

"Try these, they're some of Tom's old ones, he doesn't throw anything away." They didn't fit perfectly, still a bit big, but also, still about a thousand times better than anything I owned. Marcus insisted on carrying my suit for me, and we shouted goodbye to Tom and Leanne as we passed his bedroom. Tom came out to talk to Marcus, so I just stood there feeling slightly out of place and not speaking.

"So?" He asked.

"So what?"

"Is Joe like your boyfriend or what?"

"Tom! He's stood like right here!" Which I was.

"Yeah, I can see that. So is he? Are you?" He was now looking and talking at me.

I wasn't sure what to say, but Marcus wasn't saying anything either.

"Well, we haven't exactly talked about..."

"Bollocks" said Tom, interrupting me. He turned back to Marcus. "I saw you last night in the club, and this morning at breakfast.

You?ve never been so happy since... well for a really long time."

"Fuck off Tom."

"I'm just saying. You know I'm right."

"Come on Joe, we're going." Marcus was starting down stairs, leaving me stood there.

"See you again then, Joe. In fact, come for dinner tomorrow night."

"Erm...."

"Good, see you then. In fact, wait."

Tom pushed past me and followed Marcus downstairs, leaving me unsure what the hell was happening.

"It's OK, I think he likes you." Leanne made me jump, I'd forgotten she was there.

"OK?"

"So you're gay then?"

"Yeah"

"Cool. You should go and see what's happening down there though, Tom can get a bit carried away when he's excited."

I briefly wondered what exactly she meant by that. These people are weirder than my own family. But probably in a nice way. Downstairs I found Tom and Marcus talking with their Dad. His Dad looked up at me when I walked in.

"So you're coming for Family Dinner tomorrow night?"

"I am? I don't want to interrupt if you guys have plans already."

"No, I want you to come, so you're coming." I was surprised by Marcus' honesty. "I mean, if you want to, it's not like you have to come if you don't want to, but it would be really cool if you did want to, and if you did. Come, that is. For dinner. It's just us, family, for dinner, nothing special. I mean, it's special because we all make the effort to be here together, but not special other than that. And it would just be... I mean, I'd be, like.... I really just.... If you wanted to.... And then we.... I mean... You could be... If you wanted.... I mean do you.... Because I do...... And I thought that.... Maybe....."

We were all looking at Marcus by this point. He seemed to be running out of words.

"Yes, OK"

"Yes what? What do you mean?" So yes, I suppose I knew that Marcus might not have just been asking me to come to dinner. But going out with him, being his boyfriend? Whatever I imagined the rest of those questions might have been from him, the answer was a bit too big for me to make sense of right then.

"I mean, yes, dinner sounds great, thanks for inviting me." We didn't talk too much as we got into his car. Or as he started to drive me home. And it felt really awkward.

"Marcus?"

"Yes?" Oh dear, he sounded really pissed off.

"It kind of sounded like you might have been asking me some other stuff too, earlier."

"No, it's fine. Just come for dinner."

"If it was fine then maybe you'd be able to look at me."

Unfortunately that meant he did look at me, and he looked as though he was about to cry. This wasn't how I had ever imagined meeting my first boyfriend.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you Marcus, but this is a really big deal for me. I've never had a boyfriend before, and before last night I'd never even..., well, you know. I haven't even been on a date."

"OK, but you'll think about it?"

"Of course I'm thinking about it!"

"Good. Sorry if it feels like I'm rushing you, it's fine. Just come for Dinner tomorrow?"

"Yes, I already said I would didn't I?"

"Yeah, great."

"Now stop here please."

"Here? Why?" He stopped the car anyway.

"Because that?s where I live."

"Oh, OK."

He leaned over and kissed me. I could definitely get used to this. But after a few minutes I pulled away, I really did have to get out of his car and go home.

"Do you want me to come pick you up tomorrow for Dinner?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course I am. I'll be here about half past four."

"Erm, yeh, OK. What time's dinner?"

"Usually about half six."

"Cool, thanks Marcus. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Joe."

I walked towards the door carrying my suit. Who was I kidding? Of course I wanted to be his boyfriend! I could feel my smile going all the way up to my ears. I went in and headed straight up to my room. Callum heard me going upstairs and came to talk to me.

"Hey bro, so what kept you out last night?"

"Nothing, the bus didn't turn up so I just stayed over."

"Oh yeah? So who was it? Someone you met in the club I bet?"

"Callum ? it's not like that"

"Yeah right, come on, tell me."

With that he had sat on my bed and was obviously expecting me to talk.

"Fine. So I may have met someone, and the bus seriously didn't turn up, so I stayed at their house."

"No way!"

"Callum, that's really all that happened."

"No. There's no way you come home looking like you've just won the lottery if that's all that happened. You had sex didn?t you.

Oh my god, my little brother has finally done it!"

"Fuck off Callum, it's not like that!"

"So what's her name, are you seeing her again?"

See what I mean. None of my family pay any proper attention to me.

However, I knew that I really did want to talk to someone about this, and Callum was probably going to be OK with it. Probably. I walked over and closed the door.

"OK. But this stays between us for now."

"Sure."

"I mean it, you can't tell anyone, not the girls, not your friends, and definitely not mum and dad."

"OK?"

"Do you promise?"

"Yeah I promise, come on, what's the big deal?"

I took a deep breath. I've thought about how this moment might be so many times. It was never like this.

"Marcus. His name is Marcus."

Callum just looked blankly at me.

"Who?"

I stood there, with Callum just looking at me all confused, and then more questioning.

"Oh...... You mean......?"

"Yes"

"Oh! Fuck Joe!"

"Surprise?"

"Well yeah! And no. Surprised you actually did it, and told me. Not actually surprised at all that your gay, I mean, seriously, posters of boy bands and killer fashion sense?"

"You knew?"

"I didn't exactly know, but we shared a room for long enough and it's not so hard to see what you're thinking some times. Suppose I just thought you'd tell me eventually."

"Shit. Does everyone know?"

"I don't think so, at least, not as far as I know. I've never said anything."

"Oh. OK."

"So......? Marcus? Tell me."

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah bro, I know like literally no gay people, this is exciting."

"OK, well, firstly, yeah you do, me. And secondly, you probably know more, we don't all have badges and signs. And Marcus, well, you met him already."

"I did?"

"Last night, at the party, Leanne's boyfriend's brother, Marcus, remember?"

"No way."

"Totally way"

"For real? He's gay?"

"No Callum, I'm just coming out to you for no reason and making all this stuff up."

"But he doesn't look.... I mean..."

"Don't say something stupid Callum. Anyway, that's Marcus, who I spent the night with."

"So is this like a one night thing or what?"

"No! Well, hopefully not."

"When are you going to tell everyone else?"

"I have no idea. Maybe when I now what's going on first."

"So you're seeing him again?"

"Tomorrow night, I'm going for dinner."

"Like a date?"

"No, not like a date! With the whole family. It's just dinner."

"Yeah right, because guys just invite other guys round for dinner with the family all the time."

Callum left me to get changed, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. A date. What would that be like? Other than totally amazing.