Sam + Jim chap 3

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The end of this chapter didn't get as much proofreading as it really should have. If you spot an error, drop me a line and I'll fix it.

It'll probably be a while before the next update; sorry. I promise it will be both big and good, though. The end of this story might give you a hint :p.

Sam + Jim

Chapter III

Jim called back after maybe half an hour of anticipation.

"Bad news," he said. "Bad, bad news."

"What's that?" I asked, sudden really worried.

"Well, Rey's been going out with this girl for like a year..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And, well, Rey just told Mom and Dad that she got an abortion yesterday."

"Oh," I said. That was horrible. Jim's parents were incredibly conservative Catholics, and there's no way they could ever deal with an abortion anyhow related to their family.

"Dad threw a fit. Rey's grounded for some unspecified amount of time...probably until he goes to college, if he can even go anymore."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

I wondered for a second what they would do if they found out about Jim and me. I decided I didn't want to know.

"Can you still come over?"

"My dad wants to talk to one of your parents, make sure that there won't be any girls, any alcohol, whatever, here. He seems to have it in his mind that I'm about to go knock up some girl."

"Just me," I laughed; so did Jim. "I'll get my mom on. Love you."

"You too. Can't wait to get there."

I found my mom and handed her the phone, explaining the situation. She talked to Jim's dad for a minute, made sure that I really wasn't going to invite anyone else over, and the like. "Okay," she said. "Jim can sleep over tonight. You want to talk to him again?"

"Sure," I said, and took the phone back downstairs.

"So it's okay?" I made sure.

"It's okay," he confirmed. "My mom'll give me a ride over in like an hour."

"That long?" I whined.

"That long," he sighed.

"I don't know if I can make it. Fable's getting boring."

"I'll play some Halo with you online," he said, and we did.

Jim finally arrived after an hour and a half, at about noon. When I opened the door, and Jim was there, I found it hard to not kiss him right there, with my dad watching. Instead, I grinned, said "Sup," and walked downstairs.

When we were both down there, I closed and locked the door, and then I did kiss him. Passionately. He tasted wonderful. I hadn't seen him in more than twelve hours.

I turned on the TV, so that there was a little bit of covering noise, and then said, "I love you."

"I love you too." We kissed again.

As we broke off, he slapped my ass playfully, and I laughed. "My parents will leave in like an hour. Then, maybe, we can take that shower." We both grinned.

Because my parents would get suspicious with the door locked the whole time, I unlocked and cracked it slightly. I did, however, lay my head in Jim's lap as we talked. It might be some awkward explaining if somebody snick up on us, but we would hear whoever it was coming down the stairs, which was plenty of time to sit up.

Jim ran his fingers through my hair as I said, "I don't know how I'm going to live without you at school."

"Oh, shit," Jim replied. "I forgot about that completely."

"Yeah. I have to go back Monday morning. I'm going into the city with my mom, then taking the bus in the afternoon...which means we only have this weekend, until March."

"Fuck," he breathed.

"There might be a long weekend or something I could come home during, but I don't think so. I'm gonna miss you, baby."

"I'll miss you more," he smiled, and stroked my cheek.

We sat there in silence—or rather, Jim sat and I laid—for about an hour, watching TV. I don't know about Jim, but my thoughts focused on both what I was going to do with him in that shower, and how there was no way I was going to be able to live at school. Then I heard the sound of somebody coming down the stairs. I immediately sat up and got on the other side of the couch, and was safely positioned by the time my mom opened the door.

"We're going now," she said.

"Okay," I said. "Bye."

"Is Rob coming over?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'll call him." I had no intention whatsoever of doing that.

"Okay. Have a good time, and I'll see you next year."

I laughed politely, and Jim said, "Goodbye, Mrs. Ratchford."

"Goodbye, Jim."

And then they were gone.

The instant I heard the front door slam, I turned to Jim and said, "Shower?"

He grinned. "Okay. Are you gonna actually call Rob?"

"I'd rather spend the time with you."

"Same. If he calls, though?" Jim waned to know.

"I don't know. We'll figure that out later. I've been waiting a long time for this shower."

He stood up, and I slapped his ass. He laughed, then we ran hand-in-hand, laughing, up to the bathroom with the big shower.

I closed and locked the door, just in case. Then I turned to Jim. He had a mischievous grin on his face.

"The shower takes a minute to warm up," I said. "Lemme get it started." I did just that.

Then we stepped up to each other and kissed for the third time that day. This time, though, my parents weren't in the house. Our hands explored each other's bodies as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Finally I broke off the kiss, and put my hands on Jim's shirt. He cooperated and let me take of his shirt, then I did the same for him.

He lowered his head and started to nibble on my nipple a little. I laughed; "Alright, let's not waste that much water, okay?"

"Aww," Jim pretended to put. To cheer him up a little, I grabbed him and turned him around, so my groin pressed against his ass, and undid his jeans' button and fly. He giggled as I pulled down his jeans. Ooh, today he was wearing boxer-briefs that, unlike boxers, left nothing to the imagination but the colors. Sexy; too bad I was just going to take them off. I hooked my thumb in his waistband and did just that.

So there he was, naked. He pressed his bare ass against the tent of my jeans and ground it around a little. I wrapped an arm around and felt his balls.

"Okay," Jim said after a moment of this. "Your turn. Don't waste water, remember."

He stepped around me, so we had swapped places. His hard-on was rubbing up against my jeans. He pressed himself against me a little harder. One of his hands was feeling my chest; he brought it down slowly to meet the other at the fly of my jeans, and undid it that, also slowly. Then, slowly, so slowly, he let go of my jeans. I stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side.

So, now there was just a thin layer of cotton (my boxers) separating his dick from the crack of my ass. And that wasn't going to last long.

Jim then stepped back a little and pulled down my boxers, and I stepped out of those too. Then he brought himself back up close to me.

This was a first for us. He maneuvered his penis so that it was pointing straight up, resting against my ass-crack. There was no penetration, but it was right there.

We stood like that for a time, the only movement his hands gently playing with my balls. Then, after a long time, I suggested, "Let's get in the shower."

So, we stepped away from each other, with great reluctance. Of course, the water was too hot; I adjusted it a little, made sure Jim was okay with that temperature, and then I stepped into it. Jim stepped in behind me, and pressed himself up against me in much the same way.

"You wanna do something that's a lot like this, but involves rotated your cock maybe forty-five degrees down?" I asked. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but if Jim did, then I was all for it.

"Do you?"

"I don't know," I said. "If you want to, I'd be happy to."

"But do you want to?"

"...I don't think so. Not yet."

"Okay then. We won't."

"Okay. Plenty of other things we can do," I said, smiling.

Jim then proceeded to do one of those things. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. "Mind if I fall back on one of the old staples?"

"We've been having sex for a day and a half," I said. "There are no old staples yet."

Jim chuckled. "Okay, a future staple then. I'll take that as a no?"

"If by 'no' you mean that I don't mind, then of course."

He kissed me again, briefly. Then he brought his lips down my body, pausing on my neck to suck it and my nipples to play with them, then finally made his way down to my belly button, where he played around again. Then, finally, he got to my cock.

I was already hard, but he still played around a little before sucking me. Jim was on one knee, the water hitting his back, his hands on my ass. I noticed that he had already covered his teeth with his lips,and I made a mental note to do the same when I got to him. He brought one of them around to massage my balls as he licked the shaft of my cock. He then stuck his tongue up the slit at the head of my dick, sticking his tongue in there and then swirling it outward in a spiral, gradually expanding to include the rest of my head, going farther and farther until my head was colliding with the base of his tongue. Then, finally, he swallowed my shaft and started working it.

With that much foreplay, it didn't take long before I found myself cumming into Jim's hot (both in terms of temperature and sexiness) mouth. He caught all five spurts in his mouth, having pulled back already, and swished my cum around, along with my cock. When I had shrunken too much to be easy to twirl around, he popped off—sucking me completely dry as he did so—and came up to kiss me, my cum still in his mouth. We pulled ourselves together tightly as we Frenched.

I started to go down to suck Jim, but then he said, "We just had the staple; do you mind if I get off a little differently?"

"Of course not, babe."

"Okay, thanks." He put his hands out and directed how I should stand. He had me straight up, into the shower, with my legs slightly spread. "If it's cool with you, I'd like to just kind of hump you right here," and he put his hand on the very top of my thigh. "No actual penetration, but it's right nearby."

"If you want to, of course you can, Jim," I said.

"You don't mind at all?"

"No."

"Sweet," he said. "Have I ever told you I loved you?"

"No," I said, the sarcasm dripping off my voice. "Never."

"Oh. Well, I love you, babe."

"Same to you. Now get on with it. I want my money so I can get the hell out of here."

"Oh," Jim said. "Well, in that case..."

Jim's cock was suddenly in between my legs, right where he said it'd be. The base of it was kind of rubbing against my asshole, and my balls were resting midway along. "Alright, press your legs together a little more," Jim directed, and I did.

"That's great," he said, and put one hand around my waist. His left hand was resting on, but not doing anything with, my right nipple.

Then he started thrusting in and out. His cock moved back far enough that its head was just barely sticking out from my thighs, then moved forward enough that his head was a good couple inches beyond my ballsack, which it had rubbed along the way. He got going faster and faster; his ballsack started slapping against my thigh at about the same time his head hit my balls, which turned me on. He kept this up for a minute, then he started panting and moaning in pleasure. I did enjoy it, a little, but nowhere near as much as Jim clearly did. He let out his load and stopped thrusting; the first spurt had been as he pulled back, which meant that it had landed on my balls, but the rest went onto the shower wall.

"Oh, shit," he said. "That was amazing."

As he recovered, I bent over (wiggling my ass at Jim as I did so) to lick his semen off the shower wall. It tasted weird, as along with his semen I also got the taste of those ugly blue-and-white tiles.

"I can't lick this off," I complained as I pointed to the back of my ballsack. The water hadn't gotten it, as there was kind of something in the way.

"Don't worry, I'll get it for you," Jim said, and I spread my legs. He licked his own cum off my balls, then continued licking backwards to my ass. He licked up my crack as I bent forward, then did it again. It was a strange sensation, but I really enjoyed it. I realized that I was moaning.

"You like that?" he took his tongue out to ask.

"Hell yeah. Don't stop."

"Sorry," he chuckled, and then he did it again. After he had finished that stroke, he put his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them, then stuck his tongue up my ass.

I moaned again. It was wonderful.

He played his tongue around in there, not getting very far in. It felt almost like an orgasm, but coming from the other side of my body. "Oh, my God," I said. "That's beautiful."

He kept that up for another minute or so, but then pulled out. "That's amazing," I said, because it was. "Wow. That felt so much better than having you in my thigh." I stood up, and Jim spun me around to kiss me. It was kinda strange, knowing that I was, essentially, kissing my own asshole. Interesting.

"Did you like that?" Jim asked.

"The thigh? Kinda. I don't know. But, judging from that...I should have let you do me up the ass before. I bet it would be twenty times as good for you, too."

"Maybe we can do that later," he suggested.

"Yeah," I agreed, then kissed him again.

After we got out of the shower, we decided to go lie on the couch for a little while and just watch TV. "It's not even two yet," Jim said. "How much sex can we possibly have in one day?"

"A lot," I laughed, and kissed him. "But TV's still a good idea."

We did lie on the couch (with Jim spooning against me), but there was nothing interesting on TV. So we fired up the Xbox and played a little Halo 2. We decided to do some team matches online. Since I have trouble playing a shooter while lying sideways, but Jim doesn't, I sat up and Jim sat sideways in my lap, leaning against the side of the couch.

After we had been playing for maybe half an hour, someone on our team called somebody a "fag" because he had screwed up on the flag return. I had been mildly annoyed at the guy who had fucked up the return, but this kid (he was clearly a kid from his voice; he couldn't be more than about twelve) pissed me off five times as much.

"Dude, don't call people fags. What if somebody playing actually is gay?"

"What? You trying to come out to me?" asked the at-most-twelve-year-old boy, thinking that I would shut up because he had called me, too, gay.

"Actually, yeah." I said. "Bobsled42 here, who's also a guy, is sitting on my lap. We're both naked." Bobsled42 was Jim's normal screenname. He refused to tell me what the Bobsled part meant, but the forty-two was from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Jim looked over at me kinda strangely. I hit the mute button and said, "Whatever. They're just random people. You're about to be shot, by the way."

Jim looked back at the screen and dealt with that. Meanwhile, the twelve-year-old was laughing at me. "Yeah, right."

"No, it's true," Jim said into his mic.

"Queers," the boy said.

"Yeah," I replied, then realized the mic was still muted. "Yeah. We are."

On that note, Jim returned the flag, and our team won.

As the game started looking for another match to join, a message popped up, saying that "tsuigkreg" wanted to do a voice chat with both of us.

"That was the kid who called us queer," I said.

"Yeah," said Jim. "You wanna talk to him?"

"Not especially, but why not? There's an ignore list."

"Alright," Jim said. I hit A, accepting the invite.

"So you guys are really gay?" the kid asked.

"Yeah. We're really gay," I responded.

"Why?"

I would have shrugged, if the voice chat would convey it. "I don't know. We just are."

"Are you guys in love, or just having sex?"

"Who said we're having sex?" Jim asked.

"You're naked, sitting each other's lap."

"True," Jim conceded. "Well, we're definitely in love. Why?"

"I dunno," he said. "Out of curiosity's sake...do you know if some, well, I guess they're fantasies...about guys are normal?"

"Normal if you're gay," I said, smiling at Jim.

"Well, could you be straight and still fantasize about your friends occasionally?"

"How old are you?" Jim asked.

"Thirteen, almost fourteen," he replied. I raised an eyebrow. He certainly didn't sound it.

"Well," Jim said, smiling back at me, "that's kinda old to be having those kind of fantasies about a sex you're not attracted to."

"How old are you guys?"

"Fifteen and sixteen," I said. I was sixteen, though Jim wouldn't be until June.

"And you knew you were gay by the time you were thirteen?"

"I knew at twelve," Jim said, grinning. It was true.

"And you?"

"Thirteen," I lied.

"Oh," he said, dejected.

"So," I said. "Do you have fantasies about girls, too?"

"Of course!" he said, suddenly defensive.

"Well, you're probably bi then. Have you gone out with any girls?" I asked.

"One."

"How far'd you get, sexually?" Jim wanted to know.

"Just making out."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, maybe it's time to try a guy," I suggested, then muted both of our mics and laughed. Jim joined me, briefly.

"You think so?"

Jim unmuted his mic and said, "Definitely. You should ask one of your friends if they wanna fool around some. That's how I got started. And, in the meantime, maybe you should stop using 'fag' as an insult."

"But...I don't wanna be gay!"

I unmuted my own mic and said, "You don't really have a choice. You're born one way or the other, and you can't change that."

"Well...alright. I...I guess Ill ask one of my friends, you know."

"A tip," Jim said. "Either get them a little drunk—that's how I got into it—or just go straight ahead and do it—that's how I got started with Sam here. And, make sure that you're friend isn't overly homophobic, and that he's really your friend and won't beat you up or anything if he doesn't want to do it. And, it's a hell of a lot easier if you do them first...jack them off or suck them, that is."

"Alright, thanks guys. I'll try that, I guess. Who knows? It might be fun."

"Oh, it's a lot of fun," I laughed.

"Mind if I add you to my friends list, just in case I have any questions?"

"Go ahead," I said. "Hell, tonight's probably a good time, if you're alone with a friend. Tell him if he doesn't like it, he can resolve to never do it again."

The kid laughed weakly. "Thanks. I'll see if I can do that. My name's Brian, by the way. You guys are Sam and..."

"Jim," Jim told him.

"Alright, see ya guys. Have a good New Year's."

"Oh, we will," I said. "You too."

"Later, Brian. Oh, one last bit of advice..."

"Yeah?"

"Teeth hurt, cover them up." I muted our mics just in time to hide my laughter.

Brian laughed a little. "Alright, well. Thanks. See ya."

We both got messages saying he had added us to his friends list, and we chose to add him to ours. Then he exited the chat, and we broke out laughing again.

"Poor kid," I said.

"Well, he might be gay..."

I laughed again. "Maybe. He's a lot more likely to think he is now."

Jim laughed again. "I was surprised he was so easy to convince."

"Yeah, well, your sexy voice is pretty persuasive," I said, and kissed him.

"Well," Jim said when we broke off. "That's one less potential gay-basher out there."

"Yeah, well, at this rate it'll take centuries to convert them all."

"Too true," he said quietly. "Too true."

I kissed him again. I didn't like Jim when he was depressed.

We played another couple games, and then in the middle of the next one the phone rang. I quit to go answer it, though Jim stayed in. It was a little after five.

I glanced at the caller ID screen and sighed. "It's Rob."

"Put him on speakerphone," Jim said, "but I won't talk." He quit the game.

I hit the speakerphone button. "Hello?"

"Hey," Rob said.

"Sup?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to chill tonight."

I looked over at Jim and made a strained face. "Lemme go see if that's alright." I hit mute.

"I really don't want him coming over," I said. "I mean, yeah, he's a cool guy and all, but I wanted to spend this time with you."

"Yeah," Jim said. "I feel the same way."

"So, I'll tell him I can't?"

"Sure. We'll do something with him tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, and hit the mute button. "Sorry, man. I gotta go to a party at my mom's friend's place."

"Alright, that's cool. I'll call Jim or someone, see if he can do something."

I realized that Jim's parents would tell Rob that he was over here, and Rob would know we were lying. "Actually," I said, "I'm pretty sure that Jim said he had to do basically the same thing, just spend time with just his family and stuff. I think maybe his cousin's coming or something."

"Okay," he said, clearly disappointed. "I'll see what Alex is up to or something."

"Alright, man. Sorry. Maybe we can do something tomorrow."

"Maybe. See ya."

"Later."

I hit the speakerphone button again to hang up, feeling sorry for Rob. I grimaced at Jim, and he grimaced back.

"We'll have to make up for it tomorrow," Jim said.

"Okay," I agreed.

We just chilled for the next five hours, not doing anything overly sexual except that we were naked the entire time, and one of us was on the other's lap almost the rest of it. We played some Halo, then we talked (mostly about how much we were going to miss each other). Then, I'm not exactly sure how, the subject turned to Alex.

"You know," I said, "we said that we would talk about Alex."

Jim sighed a little. "Yeah."

"I don't know why you keep on sucking him when he treats you like that."

"Well...I don't know. I guess I...don't want to lose him as a friend, 'cuz he's a really good friend otherwise..."

"But if he were really a good friend, he wouldn't treat you like that."

"Yeah, but...I don't know."

I sighed. "Jim, I don't want you doing that for somebody who talks like he does."

"Okay," Jim said. "You're right. I'll talk to him about it, okay?"

"Okay. Don't worry about those pictures, man. He'll probably put up with a lot, 'cuz he's afraid you'll cut him off. I know I would be."

Jim grinned, and I kissed him. Then we watched some TV.

It was now ten-forty. I switched the TV from the Xbox to NBC, so we could watch the ball drop. We watched the standard retarded show on NBC for a couple minutes.

"You know what would be really cool?" I asked. I was lying stretched out on the couch right now, face-up. Jim was on top of me.

"What?"

"We should make love," I said. "You should do me up the ass. And, we should do it so that you cum right as it hits midnight."

Jim grinned at me and kissed me. "That's a wonderful idea, babe. You're so smart." I laughed. "You sure you want to do that, though?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I've heard it hurts. I'll be in a lot deeper than my tongue was," he warned me.

"That's what lube's for."

"That'll help, but it'll still hurt."

"That's okay," I said. "I want to do this."

"Okay. You got any lube?"

"I don't use it to jack off," I said, "but my mom's got a jar of Vaseline upstairs."

"Perfect," Jim said, and kissed me again. Then he got off me, so I could go get it.

I returned a few seconds later, armed with the big jar. "How do you wanna do it?" Jim asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What position?"

I smiled at him and laid on my back, bringing my legs up and to the sides. "I wanna be able to see you."

He grinned back at me. "Alright. You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Don't be silly."

"Okay. You can do it to me, after."

"Alright, babe."

"What time is it?"

"Forty-eight," I said, glancing at the clock.

"Okay," Jim said, then leaned over and kissed me again.

He opened up the jar of Vaseline and took out a big glob. "Wanna help me spread this on me?"

"Of course," I said, ad rolled so I was sitting up. I took most of the glob from me, and he stood up and presented his cock. It was a little hard; with my non-greased hand, I made it harder. Then I went and, very lightly, wrapped my greased hand around his cock and rubbed it back and forth until I deemed him sufficiently lubed, then, because we both enjoyed it, a little more.

"Okay, Sam," Jim said. "The point here isn't to give me a handjob, though you could just do that if you wanted."

"Oh, stop it, Jim. I want to do this." I let go and got down on my back, putting my legs up and spreading them again.

Before Jim used the Vaseline, he licked my asscrack, then loosened me up and played his tongue in me again. I moaned. It was a wonderful feeling.

He took his tongue out and put a finger in, and I moaned again. Though it wasn't as warm and wet, his finger went into my ass a lot farther. He had to work it to loosen me up enough to get it all the way in. He spread the Vaseline around, withdrew his finger, and then stuck in two greased up fingers. My ass stretched enough to accommodate that...it felt great, and I knew that it would be so much better when Jim himself was in me. He took them out again, and then put in three fingers.

This took some work. My butt didn't quite hurt, exactly, but it was uncomfortably stretched, and it took a while for it to expand enough. Then, he withdrew, for the last time.

"Ready?" Jim asked.

"Yes, babe," I said softly. It was eleven fifty-three, by the TV countdown.

Slowly, so, so slowly, Jim got on top of me and put his waist on top of mine. Then he played his cock head in my asshole.

It tingled, and I actually giggled a little. Jim smiled at me and put on a little more weight.

Now it was starting to hurt, as his cock was pretty wide. That was okay though. I kept on grinning at him, and he kept on sliding in. It was wonderful, having my lover inside me.

Then it reached a point where it suddenly started to hurt. His cock hit something; I don't know, my rectum or whatever. I'm not big on anatomy. My face must have shown the pain, because Jim stopped immediately. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just gimme a second." I relaxed my ass muscles, and after a second it stopped hurting. "Okay. Keep going."

He continued sliding in. It felt wonderful, his head all the way up inside me. This was, I decided, the epitome of sex's ability to show love. It was just so good.

I felt Jim's balls rest gently against my ass cheeks. "That's all of it," he said softly.

"Well, start going in and out," I smiled.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just go slow to start with."

"Okay."

And Jim did go slow. Way too slow, in fact. He was just as slow going out as going in.

"It really doesn't hurt, babe. You can go a little faster."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Alright." He did speed up some. It hurt a little bit, just a little, as his head hit whatever that was again. I think I did a good job of hiding it, though. "Faster, babe. Faster."

"Alright, alright. Jeeze," he said, smiling. And he sped up.

The third time in hurt less than the second, and the fourth less than the third. The fifth didn't hurt at all.

"Oh, yeah, babe, that's amazing," I said. And it was. "Do it faster."

Jim did. He sped up, slowly but surely. Then, finally, he was doing me at a reasonable rate. We were both moaning. It was just amazing.

I heard, just barely, the countdown start on the TV. At eight, he leaned over and kissed me, thrusting faster and faster.

I think he came on three. It's hard to tell, though. And even though he started a little early, I'm fairly certain that he started cumming in 2004 and finished in 2005, which was pretty cool.

Cooler, though, was him cumming inside me.

He was all the way in when he came, and he stayed all the way in. Did I say before, when Jim sucked me for the first time, that there weren't words in the English language to adequately describe that pleasure? Well, that's true. But the pleasure of having my lover shoot his warm cum deep up into me...that's infinitely more than merely having the kid who was, then, just my best friend give me a blow job. This was amazing. This was beyond amazing. It lasted no more than a few seconds, but those were the most intense few seconds of my life. They still are. It was only compounded by the fact that Jim was kissing me at the time.

I realized, afterwards, that I had cummed simultaneously. Jim had barely even touched my cock—it rubbed slightly against his stomach as he kissed me. To think that he could turn me on enough to make me cum, without even touching my dick...that amazed me.

"Oh, shit," Jim said, breaking the kiss.

"Oh, shit," I repeated, grinning. "That was the most amazing thing in my life."

Jim grinned back. "Tell me about it." He withdrew himself from me; I put my legs down, and he laid down next to me, his head on my stomach.

"Wow, Jim."

"Wow, Sam," he repeated.

We laid there, in the postcoital glow, for a few minutes. When the guy on TV announced that it was twelve-oh-four, Jim picked up his head off my stomach and kissed me.

"That was amazing," he said when we had stopped.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Wanna try it the other way around?"

"Can't yet," I laughed, and pointed at his chest. Apparently he hadn't even noticed that I came on him.

"Oh, shit," he said, and I laughed.

"Some of it got on my stomach, too, and, well, you kinda laid on it..."

"Do I have your cum in my hair?"

"Turn your head and lemme see." He did as I asked. Jim did, in fact, have a little bit of my cum in his hair and on his ear. I licked it off. "Not anymore."

"Damn," he said, and laughed. Then he licked my stomach clean, and I did his chest. We kissed again.

"Alright, what do you wanna do?" I asked.

"I know you just came, but could you just kinda do what I did to you in the shower with your tongue?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, of course," I said. This should be interesting.

Jim stood up, spread his legs, and leaned forward, presenting his wonderful ass to me. I kneeled down and licked up his ass-crack.

It tasted a little weird...similar to his cock, but not quite the same. I didn't mind, though. I licked him again a few times, then reached out and spread his butt cheeks.

I stuck my tongue in all the way now, so that my cheeks were pressing up against his (horrible pun intended). Then I played it around in there. It tasted weirder, kinda like how I imagined shit would taste (there were, after all, undoubtedly little bits of his shit in there). But, since it was Jim, I didn't mind at all.

"Oh, Sam..." Jim moaned. I continued playing around, licking the walls of his ass crack. That lasted for another minute or so. "Oh, God, Sam," Jim moaned as I finally withdrew.

"Yeah, that's nice, isn't it?" I said. "Just wait 'till that's my cock."

Jim stood up, grinned, and kissed me. I put his ass-remnants on his tongue. If I did indeed have any remnants of his ass on my tongue, then it was all over Jim also.

"I don't know about you," he said when we broke off, "but I'm just about ready for bed."

"Same," I said. I realized that we had left the Xbox on, so I switched the TV to that to to sign out of Live and shut it off.

There was a message up, saying that "tsuigkreg" had asked to chat at twelve-oh-two, about ten minutes ago. He wasn't still in that dialog box—he had joined a game—so we'd have to join the game to talk to him.

"Wanna?" I asked.

"Sure," Jim said, and we joined his game.

"Sup, Brian," I said when we were in.

"Hey guys," Brian's high voice said. "Wanna go to a private chat?"

"Sure," Jim said, and we quit. I invited both of them to a chat room.

"Hey. Well, I took your advice..." Brian started.

"Yeah?" I asked, smiling.

"I was alone with my friend at like ten. I asked him if he wanted to fool around some...he said sure. We...well, he jacked me off."

"Cool," Jim said, grinning. "You do anything for him?"

"Yeah," Brian said, timidly. "I sucked him off."

I broke into a grin now too. "Nice," I said. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Did he?"

"Yeah."

"You gonna do it again?" Jim inquired.

"Sure," Brian said. "Thanks, guys. It was awesome."

"Better than with your girlfriend?" I asked, sneakily. It wasn't a fair question, since he had only made out with his girlfriend, but I didn't mind.

"Well..." Brian took a while to answer. "Yeah."

"Cool."

"Where do you guys live, by the way?"

"Connecticut," Jim answered.

"Cool. I live in Philly. Alright, well, I gotta go. Thanks, guys. Happy new year."

"Good luck, man," I said. "Happy new year."

"Yeah, have fun," Jim said. "Happy new year."

Brian signed off Live, and so did we. Then we laughed and kissed.

"That makes two people I've made realize they're gay. Maybe three, if Rob is," Jim bragged. I laughed and kissed him again.

"And wow, am I glad that you have."

"Alright. Bed, now?"

"Sure."

I grabbed a sheet and a pillow. Jim shut off the light. We climbed onto the couch, spooning, with Jim behind me, and went to sleep (after, of course, the requisite amount of fondling).

Neither of us realized that my parents would be coming home in a few hours.