Disclaimer: This story contains intercourse between two consenting adult men. Leave if you are offended, under 18, or if this is illegal for you to read in your community.
This is my first attempt to write a story. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but be gentle. Thanks Simply_Ryan3@yahoo.com
Loving James
Today was the day.
James, my partner of nine months, wanted to take our relationship to the next level. He wanted to have sex with me. Me.
Now at 25, I am definitely not a virgin but he was. Well he's kind of a virgin. I mean, after four years of being my college roommate, two years of us living together after we graduated and nine months of officially being a couple, we have done everything but fucked.
We have kissed, licked, sucked, rubbed, jacked, fondled, and dried humped. I once even talked him into giving me a blow job at my office, while my secretary banged on the door. But fucking has always been a touchy subject with his. He was just too nervous, scared even.
I once attempted to get my dick near his ass, and failed miserably. Eyes filled with fear, he cried for about twenty minutes straight. All I could do was press his slender frame patiently against my chest, until he stopped.
I did not want him to ever fear me like that again, so I promised him I would wait until he was ready. Wait for the fucking, nothing else.
However, every now and then, it's hard to go without the fucking. What can I said, I am 6'3", with 210 pounds of muscles as a result of my football days, and genetics thanks to my parents that made both men and women find me attractive.
Also, before James, I never had to wait. I was always surrounded by friends, teammates, opponents, and professors. All fuck buddies. The joke was the captain had to fuck everyone at least once, and as the captain I took my job seriously. But a month after our graduation, my fucking days came to an end.
James and I had just moved into our new apartment, when my old teammate Brain stopped by. James was at work, so I decided to give Brain an afternoon fuck.
I did not hear my bedroom door open, but I did hear a wounded cry. I looked up from Brain's back, just in time to see James`s bedroom door close.
Without giving Brain a second thought, I pulled out of his ass and ripped the condom off my dick. I grabbed my robe and rushed into James's room.
There I found him on his bed, curled in the fetal position. His slender frame trembling, as tiny sobs escaped from his tighten lips. Without a word, I crawled in behind him and wrapped him in my arms. He stiffened for a second, and then turned to press his head against my chest.
His cries were so loud and jumbled that I almost missed the words, why don't you love me. Then without warning, he threw a punch towards my face. I grabbed his fist before he could throw another and held his warm body tightly against mine. Then I felt it.
Awareness of him sexual.
Up to that point we had kissed twice. Both times I was drunk. I had always seen him as my best friend, my shadow even. Someone that depended on me, nothing more. But as I felt him and listened to him sob his love for me, I knew we could never go back to just being friends.
That was exactly 1 year and 10 months ago. Since then my dick has not been in anything that was not James's mouth or hands.
Then yesterday at around 7:00pm everything changed. We had just sat down to eat dinner, when he hesitantly said my name.
"Matt. . ."
I looked up, with a mouth filled of chicken fried rice, and smiled at him. Damn he was beautiful. He was 5'6" to my 6'3", with piercing blue eyes, black hair, and a slender body.
He was 24 and hated the fact that everyone thought he was my little brother, instead of my boyfriend. But it was not his size that made him appear younger, it was his personality.
When we were roommates in college, I asked him why he was so anxious all the time. He told me that the fourth foster home he was sent to did not children, so he learned to be very careful around them. It took nearly three years of questions, before he would tell me what they did to him, whenever he was not careful.
If I could find those bastards now, I would be sent to jail.
I know that one of the many reasons I am so protective of him, is because no one ever was. He's such a beautiful person inside and out, but mostly everyone just sees him as timid, always in the background or looking to me for directions. If they could just take the time to know him, they would fall in love just like I did.
"Matt?" He said nervously this time as he looked down at his plate.
I blinked once and focused on him.
"Baby what's wrong?" I said as I pulled him out of his chair and onto my lap.
He shivered once then leaned into me. He had once told me, he felt safe whenever I held him. So I made an effort to keep him within arms reach. Just in case he needed a hug or a kiss.
I raised his head gently. "James, talk to me." It was not like him to be nervous around me. I was worried.
He chewed his bottom lip for a second as he stared at me with those piercing blue eyes.
"I want . . . I mean could . . . if you want we could . . ." His stutters faded as he turned red.
"Baby." I said, and pulled him closer to me. "Tell me what you want."
He murmured against my chest. "You."
With that simply word everything changed. For the first time since I have been with him, I doubted myself. What if I do it wrong, hurt him in some weird way? What if I do not meet his expectations? What if I am so bad, that he hates it and decides to be straight? It could happen.
I pushed the doubts out of my mind and turn my focus back to him.
"When?" I asked softly as I stroked his hair.
"Tomorrow." He mumbled. "After work."
I groaned as I came out of my daze. Tomorrow was here.
Restless, I walked into our bedroom and stared at the bed. Within one night, I would either have a sex fiend or a more withdrawn boyfriend, on my hands. I hoped for the first option, because once I tasted him, I don't think I could go on without another bite.
With a sigh, I sat on the bed and glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was 5:13pm, in ten to fifteen minutes he would be home. Then . . .
Lost in my thoughts, I did not hear the apartment door open nor see him walk into our bedroom.
He paused for me to acknowledge him, when I did not, he slid onto my lap.
"Matt, I'm home." He whispered against my chest.
To be continued.
Loving James copyright 2005 by Ryan