The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events. The story features James Bourne from the group Busted, but is in no way intended to reflect or imply anything about the personality or the sexuality of any real life person.
Gymnopedies November 2003 gym@softhome.net
Busted Inhibitions ------------------
James Bourne. Twenty years old and one third of the group Busted. He sat at the hotel bar, occasionally sipping at his vodka and coke and casting covert and slightly nervous glances at the people around him.
He didn't normally sit on his own in hotel bars. In fact, he didn't normally drink vodka and coke, but tonight he felt he needed a quick blast of alcohol inside him to help dull his inhibitions and he didn't care for neat vodka.
Damn Charlie, he thought to himself; the guy was a fucking twisted pervert. He was referring to Charlie Simpson, one of his fellow band members. It was down to Charlie that James was stuck here tonight trying to get up courage to go out and find a suitable person with whom he would be able to complete the dare that he had been given.
The dares had started out simple, a game between the three band members. But, largely thanks to Charlie, things had soon escalated. James' previous dares had included such things as dropping his trousers and flashing his shorts at a press conference. Another time he'd had to stand on a hotel window ledge with his shirt off while he rubbed his groin, watched by a crowd or cheering fans.
For Charlie's latest dare, James and Matt, the third band member, had decided to get their revenge. They had dared Charlie to kiss another guy on the mouth while at the same time groping him through his pants. Charlie had hardly batted an eyelid. At the first opportunity he'd grabbed one of their teenage fans and subjected him to a full-on open mouthed French kiss while firmly squeezing him between his legs. Then without a word, he'd simply let the boy go, turned and marched away. The totally bemused teenager was left standing open mouthed and glassy eyed, not knowing what had hit him.
Next had been Matt's turn. It was common practice after a concert to let a few lucky fans come back to the dressing room to meet the band and maybe ask a few questions and get autographs and stuff. Charlie had dared Matt that after the next concert he was to get completely naked with the fans watching. Matt had at first refused, but Charlie had made such a show of calling him a coward and being the first to refuse a dare that the eighteen year old had eventually relented. When the time came, there were five fans allowed back to the dressing room, three girls and two boys all aged between around fourteen and seventeen. Charlie had somehow managed to arrange things so that no adults were present. After the usual round of questions, Matt announced that he wanted to take a shower and asked if any of the fans minded if he went ahead while they were there. Of course none of them had any objects to watching one of their idols getting undressed in front of them. The five fans watched with dreamlike expressions on their faces as Matt peeled off his clothing, one item at a time until he stood before them completely and totally naked. He was obviously embarrassed by the situation. Charlie on the other hand was struggling to control his laughter. As Matt stepped into the small shower cubicle, Charlie quickly ushered the fans outside, forcing promises from then that they'd keep quiet about what they had seen; not that anyone would believe them anyway. He'd then collapsed against the door, giggling. "Oh, Mattie," he said, "I think they're in love with you. Did you see that blond boy? He was so hard his pants were like the big top. Want me to call him back so that he can help you shower?"
Matt's dare might have seemed bad enough, but the one James had been given was worse. It was much worse. Charlie had dared him to get another guy to jerk him off. James didn't have to touch the other guy, but they did both have to be naked and James had to bring back a photograph as proof. The photo had to show both of them naked with the other guy's hand around James' hard cock. Charlie insisted that it also had to show both of their faces.
James had never seriously considered doing anything with another guy before. In truth he didn't have to do very much now, except sit back and let it happen, but the thought of a guy's hand around his dick gave him a strange, sickly feeling in his stomach. He knew there were plenty of gay fans out there who would do almost anything to get their hands on one of the boys; he received plenty of gay fan mail himself, and much of it was pretty graphic. So finding someone willing to perform the deed should not be that difficult. But in this case, he was the one who was going to have to do the approaching and he wasn't sure if he could make himself go through with asking another guy to do something like this.
Deciding how to go about it had taken some thought. Doing it anywhere where there was even the remotest chance of Charlie bursting in was out of the question. He was also sure that he couldn't take the risk of doing it in the toilets of some club where there was a chance of being discovered. So he'd booked a room in a hotel, signing in with a false name in the hope that he wouldn't be recognised. The plan was simple. Find someone suitable, take them back to the room, get the job done, take the photograph, get rid of the guy, pack up and go home. How difficult could that be? He intended to go to a club just up the road that he'd visited from time to time. He knew that he would be recognised there the moment he walked through the door. It would then be a matter of keeping his eyes open and seeing which guys were interested. The difficult part would be leaving with a guy without too many people noticing. He'd manage that somehow. One thing at a time
Everything prepared, James decided to have a quick drink or three in the hotel bar to boost his courage before he went out on his mission. The bar was busy, with plenty of people around. As he sat with the glass in his hand, he glanced about at the other drinkers. Most appeared to be businessmen, smartly but casually dressed, standing or sitting in small groups as they chatted amongst themselves. Over at a table by the door sat a man, a woman and a boy who looked to be in his mid teens; a family on a short break to the big city. Further along the bar was a small group of women, talking and laughing loudly, oblivious to anything going around them. Right at the far end of the bar, sitting alone, was a man who looked to be in his fifties, balding, with a red, chubby face. The man caught James looking in his direction and gave him a grin and a wink. James quickly looked away and turned his attention to the shiny wooden surface of the bar counter. It would have been nice to find someone suitable here in the hotel and get this over with, but there were limits!
He emptied his glass and putting it down on the counter he signalled the barman for another drink. He'd just have one more and then he'd be on his way. As he waited for his refill he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around he found it was the teenager who had earlier been sitting over by the door. The table was now empty and there was no sign of the two adults.
"Hi. Erm, sorry to bother you. You're James from Busted, aren't you?"
"Yeah." James glanced around to make sure no one had overheard. In view of his plans for the evening, he felt that he would rather remain as inconspicuous as possible. He knew he was being irrational, as no one here could possibly know what he intended, but he couldn't help himself.
"I was sure that's who you were," said the boy, now grinning shyly. "Wow, this is amazing. I think you guys are the best."
"Thanks," said James. He wasn't in the mood for fans and wished the boy would go and leave him alone. However, the teenager didn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere. "Look, you want my autograph or something?" asked James, trying to move things along.
"Yeah, that would be so cool," the boy grinned. His hands went to his pockets as he attempted to find something for his idol to sign. After several seconds his face fell. "I can't find anything to write on."
Suppressing a sigh, James called over to the barman and asked him for some paper. The man tore a piece from a small pad and handed it over. James quickly scribbled his autograph.
"Could you write 'To Mark' on it?" the boy begged.
"Is that you?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, no problem." At the top of the paper James wrote 'To Mark, one of my biggest fans."
Mark accepted the slip of paper as though he were being given a cheque for a fortune. Then he unexpectedly reached out and grabbed James' hand, giving it a squeeze before letting it go. "Sorry," he said. "I just had to do that. Thanks so much. I can't believe that I actually got to touch you." He turned to go.
"Hold on second, Mark." The words had come out almost on impulse. A wild idea had flashed through James' head. He told himself he shouldn't even be thinking these things, this kid couldn't be more than about fourteen or fifteen at the most. Still, it couldn't hurt to explore the possibility a little further, it didn't mean he had to go through with it. "You want to stay and maybe have a drink with me?"
"You're kidding?" Mark's face showed a mixture of delight and disbelief. "You really want me to stay?"
"If you want to. What do you want to drink?"
"I'll have a coke."
"Ok. Go and grab that table you were at before. I'll bring the drinks over."
James watched the boy move eagerly over to the table. The teen was slim, almost to the point of being thin. He had medium length dark brown hair, just long enough to start looking untidy, with a few curls around the ends. His face was cute, for a boy anyway, his most noticeable feature being the long eyelashes, which many girls would kill for. Taking his eyes from the boy, James called over the barman. "Get me another vodka and coke. Tell you what, make it a double."
The barman filled another glass and placed it next to the one he'd served just a moment before. James paid for the drinks and carried them across to the table, being careful to place the one containing the double vodka in front of the unsuspecting boy.
This is so incredibly cool," Mark smiled, taking a long drink.
"Yeah," James agreed, watching to see if the teenager noticed the added alcohol. "Was that your parents you were with a few minutes ago?"
Mark nodded. "They've gone out somewhere. They wanted me to go with them but I said I'd rather go up to the room and watch TV. They'd rather be on their own anyway. They only brought me with them because they're scared of what I might get up to if I stayed at home on my own."
"You mean they don't trust you?" James laughed.
"No, they think I'll have friends round and we'll have a party and wreck the house."
"Would you?"
"Maybe," said Mark with a smile and shrug. He raised his glass to his lips again.
"Hey, take it easy with that," said James, feeling a twinge of guilt for what he was doing. He sighed. "Look, maybe you should give me that one and I'll go get you another."
Mark laughed. "You mean one without any vodka in it? I'd rather keep this one."
James gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"Hey, it's ok with me," said Mark, with a cute giggle. "But I'd like to know why you wanted to get me drunk."
"It's to do with a dare," James said, evasively.
"What sort of dare?" Mark's eyes had narrowed, but he still wore his smile. He leaned forwards across the table.
"Why? You think you might be up for it?"
"I might."
James looked at the boy and tried to make his mind up what to do. He knew the right thing to do would be to make up some excuse and follow his original plan, finding someone at the club nearer his own age. But he had a strange feeling that Mark might just be willing to go through with this. And there was no denying that he was cute; for a boy anyway, he told himself. He too leaned forwards until his face was just inches away from the teen's. "How old are you, Mark?" he asked.
"I'm..."
James put his hand across the boy's mouth. "Before you answer, let me tell you that if you aren't at least sixteen, I'm outta here."
"Alright. In that case, I'm sixteen." Mark gave a wide grin.
"I'd a feeling you might be," sighed James. "I must want my head looking at," he muttered. He raised his glass to his lips, tipped his head back and drained it in one. "You sure you want to know about this?" he asked, keeping his voice low and glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. "It's pretty fucking perverted."
"How perverted?" Mark asked, suspiciously. For the first time looking a little uncertain.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you like to do this sort of stuff."
"What sort of stuff? Come on, you gotta tell me," Mark squeaked, his impatience showing on his face.
James looked around. "I can't tell you here. If you really want to know then come up to my room with me and I'll tell you there."
"Up to your room? I dunno." Mark hesitated.
"It's up to you. If you don't want to come up then just forget about it. If you do come up, I'll give you the details and you can decide if you're up for it. If you're not then no worries, I'll find someone else."
"Can't you just give me a clue?"
"A clue? You want a fucking clue?" James was nervous as hell about what he was doing and Mark's sudden caution was stretching his patience. He took a few deep breaths to try and steady his nerves. "Alright, here's a clue. Think back to what you said back at the bar, after I'd given you the autograph."
Mark gave a puzzled frown. "I said 'thanks', or at least I think I did. Then I grabbed your hand. Then I said something about getting to touch you." The frown disappeared and a light came on in the boy's eyes. "Does it have something to do with touching you?"
"That's all I'm going to say down here. Are you coming up or not?" James got to his feet.
"I'm coming." Mark also stood up, picking up his still half full glass.
"You sure you ought to drink that?"
"I sure am. You don't think I'm going to waste it do you? I'll take it up with me."
James led the way to the lift. It opened as soon as he pushed the button and the two of them stepped inside. The short journey up to the third floor only took a few seconds, and seconds after that they were entering James' room.
"Come on, I'm dying to know what this is all about," said Mark, placing his drink down on the bedside cabinet before sitting down on the double bed and leaning back on his elbows. "As long as it's not something too weird, I think I might be up for it."
"You ever do anything with other guys?" asked James.
"That's none of your business," Mark replied, quickly. "But I might have," he added, giving a lopsided grin.
"Well it might help if you had." James, leaned back against the wall and folded his arms. "Me and Charlie and Matt have this ongoing contest where we dare each other to do things. It's being going for ages. Charlie's last dare was to kiss and grope another guy. Matt's last one was to get naked in front of some fans."
"Wow! I'd love to have seen that," said Mark. "Did he really do it?"
"Yeah, he did it."
"Does yours involve getting naked?" asked Mark, hopefully.
"Amongst other things."
Mark visibly swallowed. "You're really going to get naked, take everything off, here, and I get to watch?"
"Only if you agree to do the other stuff."
"It would have to be something pretty gross to make me miss a chance like this," grinned Mark, almost breathless with excitement. "What is this other stuff."
James' heart was beating quickly. He was more nervous now that he was before he went on stage at a big concert. "The dare was for me to get another guy to jerk me off."
Mark's mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. He looked like a little boy who had unwrapped a Christmas parcel and found the gift of his dreams. "Th...This is a joke, right?" he eventually managed to stutter.
"I wish it was. You would have to be naked as well and I have to get a photograph of us that shows both our faces and your hand around my dick, to prove I've done it." James rooted around in a bag, pulling out a small digital camera which he put down on the side.
Mark eyed the camera dubiously. "What will happen to the picture after your mates have seen it?"
"I'll burn it," said James. "Don't worry, the picture is NOT a problem. I won't be taking any chances with it; I don't want something like that floating around."
"That's ok then. Let's do it!" Mark bounced up off the bed and onto his feet. He obviously couldn't wait to start stripping off his clothes.
"I'm glad you've given it such careful thought," said James, sarcastically. "Before we start I want to make something clear. I'm not gay, I've never done anything like this with another guy before, and when we've done it I never intend to do anything like this with another guy ever again."
"I guess that sort of makes me extra lucky then," grinned Mark. "I've chatted to loads of guys online who would give almost anything to be me right now."
"I bet they would. Well next time you chat with them you'll be able to tell them all about it."
"You don't mind?"
James shrugged. "If you met someone online who claimed I'd invited them up to a hotel room so that they could jerk my cock, would you believe them?"
"I guess not. People talk a lot of crap online."
"Yeah, I've noticed. I suppose we'd better get on with it." James began to unbutton the front of his shirt.
With an excited grin, Mark pulled his sweater over his head. His shirt quickly followed. Bare-chested, he started to pull at the fastening on the front of his trousers.
In spite of his nervousness, James had to force back a smile. If he'd searched all night he wouldn't have found anyone more excited or eager than Mark. The twenty year old knew that even if he himself was a reluctant participant in what they were about to do, he'd was about to make one young fan's fantasies come true. Carefully laying his shirt aside, he lifted his cotton vest over his head. As he dropped the vest on top of his shirt, he noticed Mark staring at him. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I was just looking," the young teen smiled. He pushed his trousers down past his knees to reveal a pair of blue briefs. Then, realising that he ought to have taken his shoes off before starting on his trousers, he sat down on the bed to rectify his mistake.
James pushed off his shoes and leaning back against the wall he tugged off his socks. Unfastening his trousers, he stepped out of them and folded them carefully before adding them to the growing pile of clothing. Now in just his baggy red and white striped boxers, he turned his attention back to the younger the boy and blinked in surprise. Mark was totally naked.
The teen stood with his hands clasped in front of his groin, shifting his weight from one foot to the other; whether this was from nervousness or excitement it was impossible to tell.
"You sure don't waste any time," James observed.
"I wanted to be ready, so that I can watch you take your boxers off," Mark replied. "I didn't want to miss anything."
With a sigh, James self-consciously hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pushed them down. He let them fall to the floor and ignoring the urge to cover himself he placed his hands on his hips. He knew he had a pretty good body. His chest was smooth and well defined and his stomach was tight without any trace of fat, with a small trail of hair leading down from his belly button to join up with his thick pubic hair. His uncut cock hung limply over his low hanging balls. Yes, he knew he had no reason to be ashamed of his body, he just wasn't used to displaying it like this in front of other guys.
"This is unbelievable," Mark gasped, his eyes roving up and his idol's body, though seeming to spend most time looking in the direction of James' cock. "You've got such a hot body, even better than I imagined."
"You spend a lot of time imagining me naked then?" asked James, the strangeness of the situation causing his tone to sound a little more sarcastic than he intended.
If Mark heard the sarcasm he chose to ignore it. "I've sometimes tried to picture what you would look like without any clothes on. Never thought I'd get the chance to see you for real though."
"Can we get on with it?" demanded James, not feeling at all comfortable and wanting this over with.
"Sure," Mark grinned. He hesitantly removed his hands from in front of the his groin, allowing James his first good look at the younger boy's body.
Without his clothes, Mark looked somehow even younger than he had when dressed, something that did nothing at all to add to James' confidence. The boy was very slim, almost thin, and except for some fine hairs on his forearms and shins and a small patch of darker hair at the base of his dick, his body appeared completely smooth. His cock was uncut and appeared in a semi-erect state, pointing outwards then drooping down towards the end. It was bigger than James had expected, given the boy's apparent youth. In truth the twenty year old wasn't sure what he had expected; he was sure that Mark was definitely not sixteen and had been half afraid that the youngster would turn out to not even have any pubic hair. One thing he had to admit to himself though, Mark was pretty cute, for a boy.
"Shall we, um, maybe sit on the bed?" Mark suggested, breaking the rather awkward silence that had descended as both of them wandered what the next move should be.
"Yeah, I suppose." James crossed over to the bed a sat down next to Mark, his elbows on his knees. He felt Mark shuffle closer until their thighs and hips were touching, the light contact seeming almost to burn. This was turning out to be so difficult. James felt that given his greater age and, he was sure, his greater experience, he should be the one in control of the situation. Instead he felt completely lost. If Mark had been a girl it wouldn't have been a problem; James would have put his arm around her and pulled her back onto the bed, they would have kissed and things would have followed from there. Kissing another guy, even one as cute as Mark, was out of the question.
Luckily it seemed that Mark was willing to take the initiative. "Want me to start jacking you off now?" he asked.
"May as well," James sighed. "Let's get it done with." He flinched as Mark's hand came to rest on his thigh.
"Anybody'd think you don't want to do this," Mark giggled. "You can pretend I'm a girl if you want. I don't care."
"Let's just do it," James muttered. With a determined effort, he leaned back until he was flat on the bed, his feet still on the floor. He closed his eyes, trying to follow Mark's suggestion, picturing a girl on the bed beside him instead of the cute teenager. He felt the hand on his thigh making light stroking movements, each stroke moving a tiny bit further inwards. A gasp hissed through his teeth as the tips of Mark's fingers made their first fleeting contact with the skin of his still soft cock. His cock twitched and he felt a momentary irritation that a boy's touch could cause that reaction. The touch returned and the tips of Mark's fingers lightly stroked along the length of James' penis, causing it to twitch again. The older boy knew that almost in spite of his own wishes, he was starting to become aroused. He could feel his cock filling out; it moved up from between his legs, rubbing against his thigh then flopping up onto his stomach. He felt Mark's fingers lightly enclose the hardening shaft down near the base, the teen's hand then sliding slowly up the length of the twitching member. Reaching the top, Mark's finger's gently tweaked the sensitive edges of James' foreskin, causing an involuntary gasp of pleasure. It was a difficult admission to have to make, but James knew that no girl's touch had ever felt as good as this.
Mark's grip tightened and James tensed up in response as the teen's hand made a couple of slow, firm strokes along the full length of the older boy's now fully erect cock. Mark's other hand cupped James' balls, gently kneading them between his fingers. James opened his eyes and watched the look of rapt concentration on the young teen's face, the boy's attention totally focussed on the aroused organ held in his fist.
With an effort, James suppressed a groan of pleasure and reminded himself that he was only doing this because of a dare. He wasn't really turned on, he told himself, it was just a physical thing. He liked girls, not boys; there was no way he would normally have even considered letting another guy touch him like this. He really wanted to hate what was happening and it both annoyed and scared him that he wasn't able to do that. Why did Mark's hand on his dick have to feel so fucking fantastic? He took hold of Mark's wrist. "Hold it, kid. Let me get the camera set up."
Mark looked briefly disappointed at the interruption, but he released James' cock and lay back, a sweet smile on his face, his eye's shining beneath his long dark lashes.
Whatever the boy's real age, he wasn't exactly under endowed, James noted. Mark's dick must have been almost equal to his own six and a half inches in length, even if it wasn't quite as thick. Mark was uncut and even though erect, the foreskin still covered the head except for a small red circle peaking through at the top. His balls were drawn up tightly to the base of his dick and apart from a few stray, curling hairs, were almost smooth. There were also a few odd dark curling hairs at the very tops of his inner thighs, leading down into that dark cavity behind his balls.
James quickly pulled his eyes away as he realised the close attention he'd been paying to the youngster's groin. He leaned forwards and pushed himself to his feet, stepping over to the small table on which he'd placed the camera. Before going down to the bar, he'd tried a few experimental shots, so he had a good idea where to place the camera to get the picture he wanted. "You ready," he asked, looking back over his shoulder.
"I'm ready for anything," Mark grinned. He pulled himself up off his back, sitting upright.
"Once I set the timer we've about ten seconds to get into position."
"Will that camera take video?" Mark asked.
"Yeah."
"Why not do a video of me jerking you? That'd be much better than photograph."
"Forget it," said James, quickly. "It's bad enough having to have a picture. I'm starting the timer now." He pressed a button on the back of the camera and hurriedly sat back down on the bed. Mark snuggled up close, the side of his face pressed against James' shoulder as he wrapped his finger's around the twenty year old's erection. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on forever, then the flash went off, telling them the picture had been taken.
James pushed Mark's hand away and once more got his feet, reaching for the camera and checking the small screen on the back. He gave a groan. The picture was perfect except for one small detail, his face wasn't visible, it only showed him from the neck down. "No good, we need to try another," he said. He moved the camera back slightly and tilted it upwards, again pressing the timer button.
It took two more attempts before they obtained a satisfactory picture. "Got it," James announced, with a sigh.
"Let me see."
James handed the camera over so that Mark could look at the tiny screen. As he looked at the picture, the boy laughed then pulled a face. "I've never seen a picture of me naked before, God, I look so scrawny."
"You look ok," said James.
"Yeah, sure," Mark smiled. "But you prefer girls, right?"
James shrugged. He reached for his shorts.
"What're you doing?" asked Mark, looking suddenly worried.
"I'm getting dressed. I've got the picture that Charlie asked for."
"But you can't. I thought I was going to jerk you all the way, until you shot off."
"What's the point?" asked James. He'd stepped into his shorts and pulled them up, his still erect cock causing the front to tent outwards.
"This isn't fair," Mark complained. He stood up, his hard dick pointing out in front of him.
"Look, Mark, I'm not into guys. You know I was only doing this for a dare."
"I thought the dare was for you to get another guy to jerk you off, not just to hold your dick while you took a quick photograph. So what if you're not into guys, you don't have to do anything, just lay back let me finish what we started."
James hesitated in the process of pulling his vest down over his head. He was tempted. His boner was aching in his shorts and he really did need to get off. And Mark's hand around his dick had sure felt good.
Mark looked at the older boy with pleading eyes. "Please, James. This is a dream come true for me. I'll never tell anybody about it, honest I won't."
Would it really be such a big deal? James was asking himself. He'd already had Mark stroking his cock, why not let him do it for just a few more minutes? Because Mark was a boy, that's why not, and a voice in James' head reminded him that he liked girls. Shit, of course he liked girls, he'd fucked enough of them to know. It wasn't as if one short experience with a guy was going to change that. He looked at Mark's face and made his decision. He'd let the boy the do it. But, he told himself, he was doing it for Mark, not for himself. This obviously meant a lot to the youngster; he'd been a good kid, helping James with the dare, it was only right that he got something out of the deal as well. He tossed the vest aside. "Ok, you win," he said. "But you jerk me off and then that's it, you get your clothes on and go. Understood?"
"Sure." Mark was grinning happily. Once again he was shifting his weight from side to side, this time obviously from excitement.
Still feeling uncertain, James pushed down his shorts allowing his erection to spring free. He stepped out of them and leaving them where they lay he climbed onto the bed. This time getting all the way on, he lay on his back with his head on the pillow. He watched as Mark hopped up beside him, then closed his eyes; it would be much easier to pretend he was doing this with a girl if he couldn't see what was happening. However, he was unable to hide the shudder of pleasure that passed along his body as Mark's fingers wrapped themselves tightly around his shaft. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled sharply. This wasn't likely to take long.
Mark's hand was slowly massaging James' swollen cock, stroking along the full length from base to head, then letting go and returning to the base again. James, shifted his hips, torn between wanting Mark to go faster and wanting this feeling to last as long as possible. James felt Mark's other hand on his chest, caressing his pectorals. This wasn't part of the deal, Mark should be jerking his dick, nothing else, but on the other hand it felt nice and so the older boy lay back and said nothing. The hand that had been stroking his cock briefly moved down to his balls and he opened his legs wider to allow better access. Mark took advantage of this by sliding his hand further down, pushing his finger's behind James' balls into the tight channel leading back to what James considered to be an even more personal area. James clenched his arse cheeks, almost automatically, and the probing finger retreated, Mark's hand once more finding its way to the older boy's twitching cock. James felt his foreskin pulled back as far as it would go, then something warm and wet brushed across his swollen, sensitive glans.
"Holy shit!" The twenty year old opened his eyes in shock, his body tensing up. "What the fuck are you doing?" James really didn't need to ask, he knew the feeling of a tongue across his cock head.
Mark looked up at the older boy, his big brown eyes staring nervously out from beneath long lashes. Then, slowly and deliberately he lowered his head and once more ran his tongue across the top of James' dick.
"Oh, fuck!" James moaned.
"I'm sorry," said Mark, worriedly holding his bottom lip between his teeth. "I won't do that again if you don't want me to."
"Look, just do whatever you fucking like, ok?" James snarled. "I really don't care. Go ahead and do it, if that's what you want." The words came out angry and seeing the look on Mark's face, James immediately regretted using such a strong tone. Mark had taken him by surprise, leading him in a direction that his body craved but his mind rebelled against. "I'm sorry," he murmured, feeling his face redden from shame. "It felt..." he paused and swallowed, then tried again, forcing the words out." It felt great. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, it was just that what you did came as a bit of a shock."
"You mean nobody's sucked you off before?"
"Of course they have, just not a guy."
Mark just sat there, his hand still around James' dick. He gave it a couple of small strokes, before looking James nervously in the eye. "So you want me to blow you, or what?"
James sighed and tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. He wanted so much to say yes. Why not? He asked himself. A blow job was a blow job. Did it really matter that much whether it came from a guy or a girl? "Yeah, go ahead," he heard himself say. This time though he didn't close his eyes. He watched in a sort of perverse fascination as Mark bent over and lowered his head.
To James' surprise, Mark didn't immediately take the older boy's dick into his mouth. Instead he put out his tongue and proceeded to lick up and down the rigid shaft, paying special attention to the rim of the swollen head. It felt incredible. The youngster kept this up for several minutes, at the same time holding the shaft tightly around the base. James was sure his cock had never felt as hard as this before, the glistening head was almost a purple colour and felt like it was going to explode. As Mark's tongue ran in a circle all the way around the rim, James balled his hands into fists and curled his toes. He was quickly becoming desperate to shoot. Just as he thought he could stand it no longer, Mark opened his mouth and the whole top half of James' dick slid smoothly inside.
A groan of pure pleasure escaped from James' throat. "Fuck, take it all," he gasped, and to his amazement, that's exactly what Mark did. The young teen bobbed downwards until he had James' entire shaft in his mouth and throat, his lips squeezed tightly around the base of the older boy's cock. James watched, his own jaw hanging open, as Mark began to slowly move up and down, his lips and tongue constantly working upon the whole length of the swollen organ.
"Argh, that is so fucking good," James moaned, his hand seeking out Mark's head, his fingers trailing through the boy's soft hair. The youngster was kneeling on the bed, at his side and James allowed his fingers to slide down out of the boy's hair and onto the smooth, velvety skin of his shoulder. From there his hand slid downwards, unconsciously caressing the teen's back and down across one of his arse cheeks. On impulse, his moving fingers traced the curve of the hairless buttock and then round to the front, rubbing over the boy's thigh, feeling the muscle beneath stretched tight due to his crouched position. In a daze, concentrating almost entirely on the sensation of Mark's mouth around his erection, James stroked his hand up and down the boy's thigh, all his inhibitions temporarily overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment. The backs of his fingers brushed against something hard; Mark's cock. In the throes of approaching orgasm, James no longer cared. The words gay and straight no longer had any meaning as he instinctively sought out more sexual contact and his hand moved between the crouching boy's thighs, his fingertips closing around the sticky head of Mark's erection.
Mark gave a low groan from around a mouthful of hot cock and without breaking rhythm he shuffled his knees further apart so that James could get to more of his hard dick. He placed his own hand on top of James', encouraging the older boy to squeeze the swollen head harder.
The nagging voice in James' head pointed out that he was holding another boy's cock in his hand, but he ignored it, his fingers continuing to massage the warm, sticky, foreskin covered head of Mark's organ. His other hand playing with his own nipples, pinching one then the other tightly between his finger and thumb, the sharp pain adding to the intensely erotic mixture of sensations his body was experiencing. He felt like he was building up towards the orgasm of his life.
Mark's right hand, which had been gripping the base of James' erection, once more moved down behind the older boy's balls, a probing finger pushing up into the dark, damp cleft between his arse cheeks. This time James resisted the automatic urge to tense up and forced himself to relax allowing the finger access. He felt it rubbing along the sensitive area behind his balls, then up further until it was pressing right against his arse hole. The feeling was amazing, but at the same time frightening and James realised he was lifting his hips from the bed as his body subconsciously tried to escape the threatened invasion. The pressure on his hole increased and James' whole body tensed as he pinched his sensitive nipples even harder. His back arched and he cried out, wordlessly. His hand was pumping frantically on the top portion of Mark's cock as if doing this would bring release to himself.
Seconds later that release came. "I'm cumming," James gasped, warning Mark yet at the same time knowing he had left it far to late for the boy to do anything about it. However, the young teen showed no signs of even trying to heed the warning, his head continuing it's rhythmic up and down motion on James' hard tool as it slid in and out of the back of his throat. James' cock began to throb and the older boy felt spurt after spurt of sticky cum being pumped up his shaft to be immediately swallowed by Mark's hungry mouth.
"Oooooh, fuck!! James groaned. He writhed on the bed as his orgasm seemed to go on and on and Mark continued to suck. Suddenly the cock in his hand started to pulse and throb and white boy-juice splashed across James' stomach as Mark was overtaken by his own intense orgasm.
"For fuck's sake, stop," James' gasped, breathlessly. He put his hand on the top of Mark's head and gently but firmly pushed it away from his drained dick.
Mark was grinning, his eyes sparkling. His tongue flicked out and licked around his lips. Reaching down, he moved James' hand away from his own cock and milked out the last few drops of his cum, giving his spent erection a small shake so that the drips fell off onto James' stomach.
James just watched the teenager, blankly. He'd just received by far the best blow job he'd ever had. No girl had ever swallowed his cum before, they'd always pulled away at the last minute. Being sucked all the way through his orgasm had felt incredible.
"Thanks for jerking me off," said Mark, still grinning. "I can't believe what just happened. I never dreamed that I would ever get a chance to suck James Bourne's cock." A look of indecision crossed his face, then he bent his head down towards James'.
James suddenly realised what Mark intended and tried to turn his head away, but was a fraction of a second too late. Their lips met. For a moment, James resisted, but then relaxed and did the unthinkable; he willingly kissed another boy. Mark's lips were warm and soft and tasted salty, and James experienced a thrill of excitement and tinged with disgust as he realised the saltiness came from his own cum. He allowed the kiss to go on for several seconds, then pushed the boy away.
"I think you're fantastic," Mark said, softly, his eye's locked on the older boy's face.
"Yeah? Well. erm, thanks," said James, not really knowing what else to say. "Do you think maybe we should get cleaned up." He looked down at the mess on his stomach and pulled a face.
Mark giggled and before James had a chance to stop him, he put his hand onto the streams of cum and started to smear them around.
"Hey, pack it in," said James, laughing in spite of himself. He pushed Mark's hand away. "Make yourself useful and go and get a towel from the bathroom."
As Mark went to fetch a towel, James followed the boy with his eyes, wondering why he had never before noticed the attractions of the male form and feeling guilty about noticing them now.
Mark grabbed a towel and came bounding back into the room, filled with teenage exuberance. He practically threw himself onto the bed before proceeding to wipe up the mess from James' stomach.
"I can do that myself," James protested, reaching for the towel. But Mark pulled it away and continued with his self appointed task. James decided the easiest thing was to just lay back and let Mark get on with it. However, he did feel a little uncomfortable when the boy grabbed his now soft dick and pulled the skin back to wipe the end.
Tossing the towel back into the bathroom, Mark stood for a moment by the side of the bed and gazed down at his idol, laid out nude before him, as if trying to burn the scene into in his mind. Then his expression turned a little sad. "I'm going to have to be going. If Mum and Dad get back and I'm not in the room they'll go mental."
"You'd better had be going then," James agreed. The last thing he needed was a lot of fuss and the possibility of a couple of irate parents on his back.
"Do you think we can maybe get together again some time?" Mark asked, a pleading look on his face. "If you're ever up Nottingham way, I could come and see you."
"Well, yeah, I guess," said James. As far as he was concerned, tonight had been a one-off. Feelings had been aroused inside him that he hadn't even known were there and at the moment he wasn't sure if where he had just been was somewhere he wanted to go again. Though there was no way he was about to reveal this to Mark as it would obviously hurt the boy's feelings.
"Great. I'll write down my phone number so you can ring me." Mark turned to a small desk that held some hotel stationery and a pen. He quickly scribbled down his number. "You will ring me sometime, won't you?"
"Yeah, of course I will."
Mark gave a happy grin and began to quickly pull on his clothes.
As the youngster dressed, James put on his own shorts, now feeling a little self-conscious about being nude in front of the younger boy.
"I better be going then," said Mark, once his clothes were on.
"Yeah." James nodded.
The two boys looked at each other for a moment.
"You will ring me, won't you?"
"I said I would."
"Bye then."
"Bye."
Mark turned towards the door, looking sad. But before he opened it, he turned back, quickly stepped up to James and gave him a hug. "Thanks for tonight. It's been the best night of my life."
James briefly hugged the youngster back, then pushed him away. "Thanks for helping me out," he said.
With a forced smile, Mark turned and left, the door locking automatically behind him.
James was up early the next morning. When he'd first booked into the hotel it hadn't been his intention to actually spend the night there; he'd just meant to use the room to fulfil his dare then check out and go home. But after Mark had left he'd felt too lazy to do anything and had decided to stay the night after all. Now showered and dressed and his bag packed, he was ready to go. He wasn't bothered about breakfast, he'd grab something from a snack bar later.
As he picked up his bag, a piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. Stooping to pick it up, he realised it was the paper on which Mark had written his telephone number. James smiled to himself as he looked at the number, remembering the previous evening; it had been sort of fun, in a way. He screwed up the paper and tossed it into the bin. He gave a quick final check around the room to be sure he hadn't left anything important behind, then satisfied he stepped out into the corridor, closing the door on what had been an interesting and unique experience.
At the lift he pushed the call button and had to wait for the doors to open. When they did, it was all James could do to mask a start of surprise and shock. In the lift on their way down to breakfast were Mark and his parents. James hesitated a second then stepped inside.
The journey down to the ground floor was made in silence, though James could hardly miss the sly smile and wink that Mark gave him and much to his own surprise he gave a smile and a wink in return. The sight of the young teen had a strange effect on the older boy, he suddenly felt like he had butterflies floating around in his stomach, his heart was beating faster and his mouth had gone dry. An image of Mark, cute and naked, flitted across his mind and for some reason he vividly recalled the softness of the boy's skin under his fingers and the touch of Mark's lips on his own. The thought left him feeling flushed and light-headed.
The lift stopped and as the doors slid open, Mark's parents stepped out. Mark followed, giving a quick glance back over his shoulder. He had a sad smile on his face. Then he was gone, disappeared around a corner. James felt an disturbing sense of loss that tore at him all the way down to his stomach. He steadied himself then noticed that there were people waiting for him to come out of the lift before they came in. He stepped forwards as if to leave, then changed his mind and stepped back again. "It's ok, I'm not coming out," he heard himself explain. "I've got to go back up. I left something in my room."
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