AND STILL IN LOVE
Part Four -- Desires
James made his way up to his room and fell back on the bed. His hand reached aimlessly for his dick and he began to rub himself through the fabric of his suit trousers. He could feel his cock lengthen as he remembered some of the scenes that had slipped through his mind that day. He began to think about the time he looked up and saw Gareth bent over the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. His arse was stretched as be bent forward and James imagined walking up behind him and sliding his cock against the tight fabric. He pulled a heavy pillow over his face and imagined he was back in the office rubbing his dick against Gareth's arse. The idea got him really horny and he fished into his trousers to release his rod.
Unknown to James he was quite well endowed. His lack of experience meant that he had no idea that his cock was well above average at almost nine inches. It felt bigger than normal in his hand and the shaft seemed to have an iron implant in it because it was so hard. He began to slide the skin over the stiff shaft with the image of Gareth's bent-over form clearly in his mind.
Meanwhile, a few miles further east, Gareth was also in his room imagining the sensation of gripping James' cock. He noticed the bulge in the loose crotch of James' suit trousers during the day and guessed that the lad was well endowed. Gareth liked size! In his little fantasy he often imagined living with a big-dicked man who would bend him over the kitchen table and fuck the arse off him as soon as he got in from work every evening. Normally he imagined this man to be older than himself, maybe thirty or so, but a big dick is a big dick and age wasn't going to get in the way of thinking about James being that man!
The next day at work both young men met up and felt similarly guilty about what they had done the previous evening. Neither man was very forthcoming about his sexuality although Gareth had confided in Michael Roberts about his sexuality. Unsurprisingly Michael was also gay and had a regular partner unbeknownst to his rather conservative father. The day progressed well. The fact that James had almost cleared his desk gave him time to relax a bit at work. He chatted with Gareth about the Premiership although neither of them knew very much about football at all. In fact Gareth only watched football for the cute players and some of them were the usual top protagonists in his fantasies. By the end of that day the two young men had become quite comfortable in each other's company. Gareth's background wouldn't have brought him into contact with public school boys but his trust in Michael Roberts had done much to lessen the intimidation for him. On the other hand James was also not that familiar with east-end boys and only his enjoyment of Mike and Cindy allowed him to cross the tight social boundaries that would usually have kept them apart.
"Do you want to go for a beer?" James asked when five thirty came around and the staff began to close up for the day.
Gareth jumped at the invitation but hadn't the price of a pint on him. "I'd love to go but I'm skint!" he admitted, "this work experience stuff means that I can't do my usual work and keep up my classes so I have no money until next week!"
James laughed, "my treat!" It wasn't that James was flash with his money, he didn't have that much but he was enjoying Gareth's company and that alone would be worth a few quid.
"So are you enjoying your time at Roberts & Grimes?" James asked as he placed the two pints on the table.
Gareth shuffled a bit in the seat and looked as if the question had taken him aback.
"I know what you're thinking," James said anticipating the response, "it's a bit of a shithole and the staff aren't the friendliest but I just keep my head down and as soon as I'm out of articles I'm out of there as fast!"
Gareth smiled, "apart from you and Ms. Kirk nobody has even spoken to me there!"
"Why did you come here in the first place?"
"Michael sent me!"
"Michael is Mr. Roberts' son isn't he?" James asked (he wasn't on first name terms with most of the senior staff)
"Yeah, he teaches A-level law at my school!"
"It's strange that he wasn't drawn into the practice with his father," James remarked, "the legal profession try to keep things in the family as much as possible."
"They don't see eye-to-eye from what Michael says," Gareth added, "Old Man Roberts only takes placements from the school to mend bridges between them if you ask me."
"He's never spoken about in the firm," said James.
"Michael worked with the firm and wrote an article on Clause 28 that upset the big guns in Roberts & Grimes, he had to leave, at least that's what he told us!"
"Clause 28?" James asked
Gareth explained the controversy about the clause to a very stunned James. James had never realised that the clause in one of the education acts had outlawed any activity that might promote homosexuality in the classroom. As it happened the controversy that raged about the rule was far deeper than it should have been. Michael Roberts had addressed a meeting of Outrage as a legal professional and explained the legal side to the activists. His article in a gay paper caused outcry in the company and the senior solicitors drove him out.
"Why did he get involved?" james asked but as quickly as he asked the question he anticipated the answer, "is Michael Roberts queer?"
Gareth nodded.
"You have a queer teacher! Does that not break the rules?"
Gareth smiled, "that's what people were mostly afraid of when the clause came out first. A lot of people thought that it would forbid homosexuals, or queers as you call them, from teaching in the state sector."
"But it doesn't?"
Gareth shook his head, "no!"
"And you're okay with having a queer, I mean homosexual teacher?" James asked.
"Of course I am!" Gareth replied a little bit too enthusiastically and James read something else into the eager response. Gareth, realising the exuberance, blushed.
"Are you a homosexual?" James asked.
Gareth looked down into his pint, "no," he said flatly, "I'm not a homosexual!" he reached for his pint, raised it to his lips and drank, "I'm a queer!" he stated as he placed his drink back on the table and then looked James straight in the eye. It was James' turn to blush.
Five years of hiding from everything behind legal books had taken its toll on James' confidence. The opportunity of admitting what he was and who he was had suddenly presented itself and he wanted to go with the flow and declare something from the rooftops but there was another part of him that was reluctant to dismantle the academic closet wherein he dwelt.
"Me too!" he blurted before realising what he had said.
As the bookcases fell James felt vulnerable and exposed. A fleeting moment and he had destroyed everything he had built to protect himself from what he feared most. Now, in a public house with a virtual stranger, he had exposed his darkest secret and was trying to find a way to reel the words back in.
"Me too what?" Gareth asked.
The opportunity presented itself all too easily. James stared directly at Gareth and wondered what should he do, should he back down now or go with the story? Gareth leaned forward and whispered; "look mate, only Michael and his boyfriend know about me others only suspect it!"
James startled a bit, "so why are you telling me?"
"Because I though you was one too!"
"One what?"
"A queer!"
"What made you think that?"
James was getting irritated, his fears of exposure were falling in on top of him like a dark storm cloud, he could not believe that Gareth had blown his carefully crafted cover, this was all happening too quickly, it was none of Gareth's business, his career was going down the tubes, he would get AIDS and die^Å
"Well was I right or not?" Gareth asked quietly.
"Yes you are!" James snapped suddenly realising that he was now after telling somebody else about his sexuality for the first time in his life.
Gareth laughed, "lighten up mate, I won't tell a soul!"
"So why did you ask me then?" James snapped.
"Because I finish in Roberts & Grimes tomorrow at lunchtime and I saw you looking at me a few times yesterday and was just hoping that you might be^Å"
"^Å a homosexual!" James finished the sentence with a laugh, "are you making a pass at me?" he asked suddenly relaxed.
Gareth's confidence waned; the boot had suddenly ended up on the other foot and it now seemed that James was taking control of the conversation. "No!" he stuttered, "I was just hoping that we might kind of get to talk sometime!"
James sat back in his chair and felt relaxed for the first time since the whole conversation had started. He smiled over at Gareth and raised his glass, "cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"And I'd love to meet up for a 'chat' sometime, soon!" he said before he swallowed a mouthful of his beer, "fancy another?"
Another one turned into another three and soon the two were chatting away as if they had known each other for years. It wasn't a very deep conversation, they spoke of school and Michael Roberts, a bit about London and were more rambling than speaking. It was approaching eight o'clock when Gareth said that he needed to go and 'drain the lizard'. "I've been bursting for some time but didn't want to leave you for even a minute!" he admitted.
"Me too!" James added as he stuck his wallet into his back pocket and rose to accompany his new friend to the toilets.
Standing at the urinal Gareth opened his flies and, holding his dick in his hand, began to piss. James stood beside him and looked down at Gareth's cock as he struggled to open the button-fly of his more expensive suit trousers.
"Take away your hand!" he urged.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Gareth replied.
James released the beast and Gareth felt his jaw dropping; "fuck me!" he exclaimed as James' trouser-snake came into view.
"I'd love to!" James answered quickly.
"For a bloke that doesn't have much meat on him you sure have some meat on you!" Gareth laughed without taking up the last remark. James was relieved that his forwardness hadn't got him a slap on the face!
"Yours ain't exactly tiny either!" James said.
"Bollix! It's nowhere near in your league! How did you get one that size?"
"Years of pulling must have stretched it!"
The two laughed as they finished their business and zipped/buttoned up. They met again at the hand basins.
"Want to go on the town tonight?" James asked.
"Can't!" came the reply; "me mum will be worried if I'm not home soon."
"You could call her!"
"I've no money."
"My treat!"
"Thanks mate but why should you pay for me?"
"Because you've just dragged me out of my fucking closet and I need to celebrate, I think!"
Gareth laughed, one minute James was all about being gay, the next he was embarrassed by it. "What about work tomorrow?"
James sobered up immediately. He knew that he couldn't go drinking because he had to be at work the next morning, at the same time he couldn't bear to let Gareth go home.
"After work tomorrow?" Gareth suggested.
They left the toilet and James considered his options. Of course it would be more sensible to leave it to the next day but he wanted to spend time with Gareth and dreaded being alone on the first day of his life that had been emotional.
"we could go back to my place and watch a video over a bottle of wine!" he suggested, "you could stay over and take the bed I'll sleep on the floor!"
"How would I explain that to my mum?"
"Tell her you're at an office party and will be staying with me she won't object to that would she?"
Although he was a bit drunk Gareth understood James' desire for company that evening, "I'll ask her!"
He called his mother on James mobile phone and she didn't object. They left the pub and went to KFC for something unhealthy to eat. As Gareth wasn't keen on wine they bought a few beers in a late-night Tesco and caught the tube to Baron's Court. On the way to the house James picked up a copy of Seven at the video store, the two boys had found it difficult to agree to any particular genre of movie and thriller seemed the only possible compromise.
When they arrived at the house Barry was installed in front of the television watching some inane reality TV show.
"Hi Barry!" James slurred, "this is Gareth he works with me!"
"Howaya Gareth howaya going on?" Barry replied in his soft Irish accent, "have you two boys been out drinking or is that a rhetorical question?"
"Yeah we're well sauced!" James replied, "thought we might sit in and watch a video if that's okay with you!"
"Sure it is man, sit down there Gareth and make yourself at home." Gareth sat into the big armchair that Barry was pointing towards, "I won't stay on, meeting up with a few mates from home!" he continued.
"Where are Cindy and Mike?" James asked, "do you think they'd like to join us?"
"Mike's up in Bradford for a few days and Cindy hasn't come home yet she probably won't be back till late." Barry dragged himself up out of the chair and started for the door, "I'll be home by midnight," he said ruffling James' hair, "no wild parties whilst I'm out son!"
James laughed, "not much chance of a party with just two of us is there?"
"I've had many a great party with a few tins and myself!" Barry muttered as he walked up the stairs to get ready to go out.
A few moments later Barry called goodbye from the hallway and the lads heard the door click shut behind him.
"Didn't take him long to get ready!" Gareth remarked.
"Barry splashes water on his face, has a piss and puts on his coat, that's what he calls getting ready!"
Gareth bent over to put the cassette into the video player; James slumped into the sofa and admired the now familiar sight of Gareth's stretched arse. He cracked a can of beer open and sat back as Gareth pressed the play button and retreated backwards towards the couch. He slumped bedside James landing so heavily that James almost dropped his beer.
"Welcome to faggot world!" Gareth howled as he cracked his own beer open and raised the tin. James raised his and they both drank almost half the contents in a single gulp. The movie started and the two sat back beside each other and watched in silence.
About ten minutes into the film Gareth rose to go to the kitchen and get another beer. James watched his arse as he walked off towards the fridge and lost track of his thoughts. The beer had made him dizzy and his mind was full of confused lustful thoughts.
Gareth walked back slowly, a can of beer in either hand, "I've seen this one before have you?"
"Yep!"
"Apart from Brad Pitt there's fuck all reason to watch it again," said Gareth.
"What would you rather do?" James asked a bit nervous at the prospective answer.
"Have you a CD player and some music and we can have a bop?"
"A bop?" James asked
"Yeah a bop, you know, a dance!" Gareth answered as he gyrated his hips to demonstrate what the latter word meant in case James didn't understand that either.
James was in a mild panic by now he had never danced with another bloke and had no idea what Gareth wanted to do. Did he want a slow dance or a disco or rave or what?
"The CDs and player are behind the chair there!" he said.
Gareth pulled the chair back and pulled out a few of the CDs.
"You've got a Wham CD!" he cried out.
"That's Cindy's!" James protested "it's not mine."
Gareth pressed the play button again and dragging James off the chair stood him up and they spent the next half an hour bopping away to the eighties sound of a young George Michael. They had particular fun with the track 'Young Guns' so they set it to replay and went mad around the room. There was a couple of stumbles over furniture but overall the two inept disco queens did remarkably well considering their drunken state. They tried to do a routine but neither had any coordination and the party tended towards being more like a camp fiasco than anything else.
"You can't dance for shit!" Gareth goaded as he bumped his pelvis into his mate.
"And you're no fucking Travolta either!" James replied bumping a bit too forcefully back and sending Gareth sprawling towards the kitchen door.
Gareth laughed as he picked himself up, "I'll get a couple of beers," he suggested.
When Gareth went to the kitchen James changed the CD to one of Barry's Meatloaf ones and selected "No Matter What" he stood with his arms open as his friend came back and dropping the beer on the small table Gareth opened his and two embraced and began a slow dance together. This was less difficult that a Wham routine and two stared into each other's eyes as they embraced harder and harder. It was then that Gareth gave James a quick kiss on the lips. James almost fainted. His cock sprang to attention, he had just been kissed by another man and, without thinking, he stuck his own lips back on Gareth's and the two began a long hard mouth wallow.
As there kissing became more forceful the video and the CD faded into the background and the two soon found themselves collapsed onto the sofa, James on top of Gareth with his hands pulling Gareth's head closer to his own face and Gareth's hands groping at the cheeks of James' arse. James began to slide back and forth, his hard dick digging into Gareth's swollen basket, unthinkingly he was fucking Gareth's balls.
After a five-minute bout of tongue wrestling James pulled back, "oh my god Gareth I'm sorry I don't know what came over me!" he apologised as he tried to pull away.
"Well you didn't come over me if that's a consolation," replied Gareth trying to pull him back.
James blushed a bit.
"But you did come all over yourself!" Gareth said with a smile, "glad I turned you on so much buddy!"
"Would you mind if I went upstairs and cleaned myself up?" James asked.
"Sure thing mate, I have Brad Pitt and the beer to keep me occupied unless you want me to help?"
James looked at him quizzically. Gareth rose took James' hand and led him upstairs, "I'll be your valet!" he said as they walked towards the bedroom. "Lie on your back on the bed!" he instructed as James obeyed.
Gareth was entering his fantasy world. All he had ever wanted was a man to undress and service and at last the opportunity had arisen. Gently he opened the laces of James' shoes and pulled them off. He placed them neatly on the floor and James' legs slumped back so his feet were on the ground. Gareth knelt by the bed and took one of James' feet in his hands; gently he peeled the sock off and then repeated the ritual with the second foot. He balled the socks and placed them in one of the shoes. Still kneeling he reached up to open the button fly of James' expensive trousers. He peeled them slowly over his mate's hips and slowly removed them from his legs. He folded them and placed them neatly on the bed. He liked being the valet for this young man. James lay still, his heart thumping and his mind racing, his navy blue briefs were tented by his resumed erection and there was a dark spot where he had cum earlier. He rose up on his elbows to watch the next part as Gareth hooked his fingers under the waistband of the briefs and began to pull them. James' cock prevented them from moving easily so Gareth reached for it and removed the elastic over the sensitive head. As he pulled the briefs away ropey strands of cum tied the fabric back to James' pubic bush and his knob. Slowly Gareth peeled the dampened briefs down James' legs until they were off. He made a ball of them and reached up to wipe the cum off James' pubic region.
"Dear me Sir," Gareth said in a formal voice, "we have messed ourselves a bit today haven't we? Would sir like me to use the washing machine on his cock?"
James looked bemused as Gareth reached forward and took his hard shaft into his fist. He suspected his mate's intentions but didn't want to say anything in case it seemed forward of him.
Gareth reached forward and James closed his eyes as the hot warm mouth he had just kissed so deeply closed itself gently over the mushroom head of his now painfully erect dick. Gareth's hand pulled at the skin of the shaft exposing the head completely from its foreskin cover, James' elbows collapsed underneath him as the sudden rasp of a tongue slid along the bottom of his bell-head.
"Oh good fuck!" he roared.
Gareth looked along James' stretched abdomen and realising that he had found a soft spot he began to slide his tongue along the ridge tickling every nerve inside James' body. It has always been said that men think with their dicks and this seemed proof for James. He thought that every nerve in his body was centred on his knob, the sensation was too much, he tried to pull out but Gareth had locked his lips around the top of his shaft and was refusing to let his prize get away.
"STOP!" James howled even though his moans told his sucker that he didn't want him to stop at all. He fished his own cock out of his trousers and began to wank himself as he sucked his mate's cock. James was writhing on the bed, he had never before experienced anything like this and Gareth was pounding his own cock furiously because, surprisingly, this was his first time to ever take a cock in his mouth. Certainly he had often thought about it, but this was his first time too.
James began to buck his hips ramming the tip against the point where the hard and soft palette of Gareth's mouth met. But Gareth never released his hold.
"Fuck it Gareth I'm going to cum!" James panted between breaths. He could feel a load sliding along the sensitive tube inside his hard dick, he knew it wouldn't take long and without saying anything he shot a second load inside Gareth's mouth coating the entire orifice in a sudden splash of thick cum. Gareth slowly rose to his feet, he was still bent over refusing to relinquish his hold on James' cock, James closed his eyes as Gareth suddenly stood and shot a long strand of cum right up the length of James' prone body, reaching his nose and covering his shirt and tie in splashes of white juice.
James rose up on his elbows again; he licked the drop of cum just above his lips taking Gareth's seed inside his mouth. Gareth opened his own mouth to show his mate the deposit he still had inside and then proudly gulped to swallow it!
James was amazed. Gareth approached closer holding his cock out in front of him, "want to return the favour for a buddy?" he asked.
Without saying a word James sat upright and reached for the slab of meat that Gareth proffered, slowly he closed his lips around the stem and using his tongue he cleaned the wet bloated pole. Gareth threw his head back in enjoyment of the feeling, his hardon was wilting but he had waited for years to do this and now that he had he never wanted to stop!
"Fuck it's nearly midnight!" James said in a minor panic, "the others will be home soon, we'd better get dressed and get downstairs before anybody finds out!"
Gareth stuffed his cock back into his trousers and James shot up of the bed to find clothes to wear, he threw on his jeans and a t-shirt and followed Gareth down the stairs to the sitting room where the video and the beer awaited them.
They drank three more beers each and talked their way through a movie on the TV, neither of them would ever remember who fell asleep first!
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