This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of Characters:
James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)
Harold Brian Arthur - My Brother (Habby)
Harold Garfield Arthur -- My dad
William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)
Um, pardon me while I eat some crow: I said in the prologue, "My parents DID smoke, AND drink, albeit mildly, as well as my mom was a serious Pepsi-holic. But that hasn't seemed to affect their aging. They both look at least 20 years younger than they are. Then in another place I said, "Dad had raised us on his own, since my mom was killed by a drunk driver when I was six."
Ummm -- my face is red. Thanks to Josh for pointing it out! I guess I have a choice to make, and since I have not written a story where a guy was raised by his dad, I'll go with the last statement. Okay, here's the deal, if mom HAD lived, no doubt she WOULD look 20 years younger! How's that?
Chapter 1
For six weeks, I was Will's almost constant companion. He had to be the sweetest guy I ever met. I was falling fast for him. But he said he wasn't gay. He talked about Ronny constantly. He told me that this was the longest he ever went without seeing him. We were just sitting around, talking before bed. He had long since noticed that it made me uncomfortable for him to be nude all the time. He said he loved being nude whenever possible. But now he wore his boxers most of the time, and I had relaxed to that same standard.
"I really do miss him. He's like a brother to me. I was asked to take on this orientation thing, and I didn't consider how much time I would be doing it."
"Oh gosh, man!" I cried, "I'm sorry. Actually I think I have the hang of it now. I didn't mean to - "
"It's okay, Jame!" He already had a nickname for my nickname! I usually hated that, but I couldn't hate anything he said. "Anyway, he's coming to see us tomorrow."
"Us?" I said. "I don't want to get in your way. You probably have a lot to talk about -- like -- me for example!" I chuckled.
"Naw! I've been telling him all about you! He's intrigued to meet the guy who is taking his place in my heart."
Did I hear that right? I was taking Ronny's place? It shot through me like a bolt of lightning.
"I -- uh -- I -- don't know quite what to say."
"Dude! Just tell me you love me too!"
"Oh GOD! Will, I DO, but I was afraid to tell you."
"Jeez, Jame! It's no wonder you're still a virgin! You gotta learn to express yourself more."
"I DO -- around my brother and my dad. But you -- you -- well, you kind of intimidate me."
"Now that's just not fair! What have I done to intimidate you?" He said, sounding hurt.
"I just don't know how much I can tell you."
"You can tell me anything, Dude. ANYTHING!" I was silent for too long. "C'mon, Jame! Tell me what's on your mind."
"It's crazy. It's just crazy, Will."
"Maybe it's not."
"Will, I've never been in love -- never known what it feels like. But I feel like I'm falling in love - - with you."
" Well! I didn't expect that! I think you are maybe getting a little mixed up -- especially since you have never loved anyone before."
"I didn't say that. I love my dad -- and my brother. But that's not how this feels. I really really love you -- and what's crazy is - - I've only known you six weeks!"
"Well, I don't want to hurt you, Jame. But I love you too. Just not -- not like that."
"But -- but -- you just said that I am taking Ronny's place."
"I didn't say that -- though it's probably partially true. I said HE was the one that said that. Jame, I love you. I do!"
I looked at him so longingly and so completely pathetically, he beckoned me to him. I walked over to him. He beckoned me closer. He wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in close -- peepee to peepee! And I'm thinking I can't imagine anyone ever hugging this close. Then I felt it. My dick was getting hard.
I moaned and pulled away. "What?" He demanded. "That was just feeling good!"
"I know! A little TOO good! Will, I -- I was -- was - "
"Getting hard? What in the hell did you expect? I was too! We're two young guys with our hormones going crazy! What did you expect was gonna to happen? Come back here, Skinny Boy"
I approached him warily. He grabbed me again and pulled me close again, only this time he put his hands on my butt and squished our hard meat together. I tried to back out of it again. "Jamey! Stop! Just let it happen! It's not gonna kill you! And tell me this: does it feel good?" I only could nod. "Well, Dude that's all it is. GOOD! There is nothing wrong with two bodies warming each other -- two bodies that love each other."
"I'm confused, I guess." I stopped squirming. His cheek was also next to mine. I gave in and just let myself meld into him.
"Believe me, Jamey, when you really fall in love -- it will feel better than this. This is just two guys that love each other letting it show. But most guys are so afraid of their own sexuality and /or that someone will think they're gay, that they won't let another guy into their space. See? This isn't really the kind of love you may be thinking of."
"Oh." I said. "Okay. G'night, Will." And I moved one hand to his neck and the other to his butt, and thought, "Yup! This is love!" I closed my eyes and lay my head between his neck and shoulder, burying my face. Then it happened. He felt the tear on his neck.
"Jame, would it bother you too much to sleep next to me tonight? I mean -- could you sleep?"
"Wha -- what?" I said, not quite believing my ears.
"I think it might be good for you, if you can sleep."
"I -- I don't know. I could try. Damn! You have any idea the feelings I'm having right now?"
"Probably not, but -- you know there won't be any sex -- right? Just a warm body -- who loves you like a brother."
"I never slept with my brother."
"You should have, Bud."
I never wore Pajama's to bed, but I went and got a tee shirt on and started putting on some sweats before I went to his bed. "Aw, Jeez, Jame!" he exclaimed. "Okay, if you'll sleep better that way- - "
"What?" I said.
"Are you afraid to feel my skin, or what?"
"I just thought - "
"Stop thinking so much. Don't worry, I won't let you do anything that you would be sorry for."
I very shakily put my shirt and sweat pants back in the drawer, and clad only in my own tighty-whities took a big breath and turned out the light. I climbed into his bed and into his arms -- and for me the first time I ever was in another man's bed -- or ever this close to a man -- or boy!
In the dim light all we could see was dark forms. It was still fall and still very warm in Santa Barbara, so the covers were thrown back and we were not covered.
I climbed in and lay on my back, at the very edge of the bed. I closed my eyes tightly trying not to do exactly what I did. I woodied up immediately. I tried to breath extra slow and extra softly, but my heart was beating twice normal speed, and I was getting starved for air. His hand touched my side. I jumped.
"Relax, Jame. Do you want this? Or is this too close for you?"
"I'm -- ahem -- a little uncomfortable, but -- let's try it for awhile." My voice was not my voice. It was the voice of a nervous little boy. He gently moved his hand to my chest. I had a bit of chest hair.
"Oh!" he whispered. "I didn't notice this before." He said as he tugged on some of my hair. I chuckled a little. "Jamey -- don't hang out so close to the edge of the bed. Come here a little closer. I promise you -- you are safe. Do you trust me?"
"I -- yes, but - - I don't know if I trust me!"
"Tell me this. If you could live out the fantasy -- or let a fantasy live out in your head right now -- what would it be?"
"I don't even want to think about it."
"It's not gonna happen -- so tell me what it is. Well, tell me just a first step that you would see happening -- of you were with the guy of your dreams."
I THOUGHT: -- "I AM with the man of my dreams." I SAID: "Uuuhhhm, well first we would probably hug each other in some way."
"We've already done that, haven't we?" He said. So come here, let's do it again. I moved over closer to him. He grabbed my arms and pulled me on top of him. It was then I noticed -- he had nothing on at all. I had to reposition myself because my wood was uncomfortable. "See? This is nice, isn't it?"
"Y-y-yeah." I said, almost holding my breath.
"Breathe, Jame! It's okay to breathe!" Then he put his hand between us and repositioned his own wood. His hand slid past mine. "That's okay too. It won't stay that way forever." He said. Then I relaxed and lay my head on his chest. From force of habit, My hand went up to beside my face, right onto one of his tits. "Oh!" he moaned. That feels great, Jame! Rub it a little. I did as he said, and my dick flexed. It was answered by his own dick doing the same. "Really, It's okay. What would you do next?"
"I -- I've never kissed a guy." I said, supremely embarrassed and hopeful at the same time.
"I have! But let's save that for - - someone else. You see, kissing is the most intimate thing that 2 people can do. At least on the lips. Kiss my neck." I did. It felt so good. I could feel every part of him that was touching me. His little paunch, his tits. Of course his dick was ever present. It lay right next to mine -- but mine were in my briefs. "Turn over". He said.
"What -- sit on you?"
"Oh! No! Lay on your tummy on the sheet." I did as I was told. He gave me a massage like I never dreamed was possible. When he was finished -- about 40 minutes later -- I was almost asleep. He moved away from me and said, "Move to the center of the bed, and turnover on your back." By this time I had complete trust in him. He then lay on top of me. His boner was gone, but mine was still raging. He kissed my face and neck, then my shoulders. Then he kissed my chest and sucked on my chest hair. I loved what he was doing, and I was so relaxed! He sucked my titty a little and I rubbed his ears and neck. He then lay his head on my chest -- still wet from his saliva -- and relaxed. I could feel his breath softly on the wetter parts of my chest. I was in heaven.
HE then slid off me. I felt cold at first. He told me to shift to my side, facing away from him. I did as I was told. I had complete trust by this time. When he gently removed my briefs, I just let it happen, raising up at the right time. He then scooted his naked body up behind mine. He whispered in my ear. "Are you okay, Bud?"
I sighed and said "Ohhh yeahhhh."
"I forgot how good this felt." He said. It's been years." He put his arm around me and his hand on my chest, and idly fiddled with my chest hair. He kissed my neck. G'nite, Jamey!"
"Mm-hm. Me too." I mumbled, almost asleep. I felt drugged -- only better.
"What?" He said.
"Love you too." I said.
I woke up and was staring directly at the clock. 4: 35 AM. I had to pee, but we were in the exact position that we went to sleep in, and I wasn't gonna disturb that at all. "Awake, Bud?" He whispered.
"Yeah. Haven't you slept?"
"Oh yeah!"
"How did you know I was awake?"
"Light sleeper -- I heard -- or felt -- your breathing speed up a little."
"As long as You're awake, I gotta pee!"
"Me too!" he said. And he followed me into the bathroom. I was standing at the toilet when he said, "Move over!"
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Sorry." I moved away form the toilet.
"Man, you have more hang-ups! We can pee at the same time!" I came back and peed in the toilet at the same time he was. He finished before me and went back to the bed. When I came in, he was facing away. I was a little disappointed. I did lay back on his bed though. I was lying there on my back, thinking about the last few hours. When he said,
"Oh! Is this way it's gonna be? I can spoon you, but you can't spoon me?"
"Oh!" I said. "Okay!" I slid in behind him and my pecker started to get hard again. I didn't care. I just positioned it comfortably and put my hand and arm over his side. He had no chest hair to play with, but his slick, smooth chest felt great! He took my hand and squeezed it.
"You know earlier when you told me you loved me too?" he mused.
"M-hm."
"I never said I loved you -- but I do. I really don't want to have sex with you -- but your body feels so good -- and that's cuz I love you." He squeezed my hand again, then brought it up to his lips and kissed it. I then took the hint and kissed his neck and his shoulders. He flexed his shoulders a little and then let my hand go. My hand seemed to me the most comfortable resting on his hip. The last thing I remember was my hand falling down in front, and resting on something soft. I kissed his back.
"Night! I said.
"Love you too!" he breathed.
This time I couldn't get back to sleep right away. I lay as still as I could, as I heard and felt his breathing slow and deepen. Just as I was sure he was asleep, The soft thing that my hand was resting on started getting hard. I took a deep breath and willed myself NOT to squeeze it. I started to ever so slowly remove it. His breathing sped up slightly as he grabbed my hand and moaned as he put it back on his turgid penis and squeezed it with my hand inside his. I then squeezed it on my own. He moaned in his sleep.
I lay there for about an hour wondering if he really was asleep.
Notes: Some of you have written wondering -- hoping -- betting -- that Will is gay. Me too! Those who have read my other stories know that I "write from the hip", and even I don't know ahead what will happen in the next chapter. It is more fun for me that way, and it sometimes gets hairy and - - occasionally I make a major f.u. like in the Prologue. I will try to minimize these and as always, will try to make the story entertaining and real -- and heartfelt all at the same time.
Thank you for the mountain of letters I received after my prologue. As always, I will try to answer them all in a timely manner. As always, I love hearing from you. Please put "Jamey" in the subject line so I know it is about the story and -- which story!
Thanks and Love, Steve (stevethomas535@hotmail.com)