Nick and Jimmy

"Nick and Jimmy" By The Goblin

Nifty Archive: Gay Male: Celebrity

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Chapter 19

The fin dipped below the water and seemed to be coming in our direction.

You hear a lot about what people think about when they face the possibility of their own death. Some people are pumped with adrenaline and exhibit super human strength. Others say they watched as their lives flashed before their eyes. Some have no memory at all.

My first thought was that I forgot to call my mother. Before the next wave I could make out something black below the surface now twenty feet away. The wave moved faster than the fish.

I looked at Jimmy briefly as he squinted his eyes towards the danger that fast approached.

"We should try to swim back." I said.

"NO!"

"Look how slow it's moving."

"It doesn't know were here."

"We can make it."

"No Nick. No we can't. If you start splashing it will come right for you."

I looked back at the shore then back at the growing black spot.

Maybe my life would flash before my eyes. Or would I have super human strength? Would this be it?

Will I die?

The darkness under the water grew bigger.

"Oh shit." Jimmy said.

"What?"

"Paddle away."

"But you said..."

"Forget that, paddle as fast as you can. It doesn't see us."

He wasn't making any sense. But I trusted him.

We both laid down and began frantically paddling out of the growing masses path. Jimmy was right behind me.

I didn't have time to look back but I knew I made it out just in time. The fish seemed to change position. Almost as if he tried to avoid hitting us.

My heart beat was still out of control.

I pulled Jimmy towards me in the water. I was too scared about his safety to worry about what onlookers saw. I held him against my body as the fin surfaced again and the creature barely missed us.

I couldn't believe what he was doing when I saw him do it. Without fear or a care in the world. He reached his hand out and let it run across its side.

I forcefully pulled his arm back. "What are you doing?"

"Nick stop. It's okay."

"The fuck it's okay."

"Nick. It's a whale shark."

"What the hell does that mean?"

The fish passed by and turned to go down shore.

"They don't harm humans."

My heart still beat anyway.

"We need to get the fuck out of here."

I released my grip to let Jimmy turn around and face me. He ran a hand over my cheek. "It's okay."

Then he brushed my wet, growing hair from my eyes.

"Dark Unknown. We're okay."

I still searched around for any other signs of danger.

Jimmy grabbed my hand beneath the water. This caused me to jump.

He smiled. "We can go back though."

He looked to the shore but then back at me. "Hey wait."

"What?" I asked.

He surfaced a palm measuring the tops of his head. "Look at this. When we're floating in water we're the same height."

He jumped back on his board and paddled for shore.

"Wait." I said. "Don't get too far from me."

He said something I couldn't hear over the waves.

"What?" I yelled out.

He shook his head.

"Are you boys okay?" A woman asked when we got on shore.

"Never better." Jimmy said with a grin.

She looked at me. "Do you and your brother want me to call your parents?"

Jimmy found humor by what she said. I was a bit taken by surprise.

The woman looked at Jimmy and seemed put off by his laughing.

"Sorry." I said. "Little Jimmy is delirious."

It took a lot to keep a straight face.

He pinched my side. It hurt but I kept up the charade.

"See. He has a hard time with stress since our father left."

"Aww that's too bad." The woman said giving a pitiful gaze to poor little Jimmy.

"Yeah. But thank you for offering." I smiled at her. "Come on, mom is going to be pissed."

He stood there squinting his eyes. For just a moment before following me towards the changing booth.

"Why am I always the older one? We're not that far apart."

"Do you have to ask? Look at you. You're tall, and muscular, and all man and all hotness."

I smiled as I was always shy about taking these types of compliments from him.

"And I'm just skinny, and weak, and sickly looking."

"You're slender, fit, and you radiate life."

"Yeah right."

"Looks are relative little Jimmy."

"Stop that."

"I think you look beautiful."

"That's cute. But you're not supposed to call a guy beautiful."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Haven't we had this argument before?"

He seemed to think about it. "Maybe."

Then he pushed me into the draped booth.

It started in the shower, after we got back from my first surfing lesson.

It started as innocently as me soaping up his back.

I had no intentions. But the smell of his hair. His lathered, glistening skin. The sound of his voice as he let out small moans to my massaging hands.

The feeling of his slender shoulders. His fit torso. His radiant life.

It didn't help that as I rubbed his shoulders he pressed his back into me. The inevitable hardness was felt but he didn't say anything about it right away.

The water was soothing. I forgot what it was like to take a shower without a state installed head that sprinkled you.

The water was warm. He smelled so good. Not completely washed, so the soap was mixed in with his own scent.

I reached one arm around his chest to hold him tighter into me. With the other I continued his massage but moved onto the back of his neck.

He leaned his head forward and kissed the forearm I wrapped around his chest. I squeezed his tense neck muscles tighter to his pleasure.

I worked my hand up his neck, pass the base, and to the back of his head. He reached up both hands and held onto my arm.

With just a slight motion he brushed his back into my hardness. The sensation caused me to shutter. By now it was in the upright position, across his lower back.

He turned and reached behind him to shut the water off. I grabbed our towels and we quickly dried off.

In the bedroom he got on the bed. I went straight for one of my bags. A clear bottled that I mismarked as "shampoo" was all I needed.

"Shampoo?" Jimmy asked.

I shook my head. "Lube."

He laid on his back with his knees bent. He watched me as he slowly spread his feet and I could see everything.

This caused more blood to flow into my dick. I would have cum right then and there if I didn't keep reminding myself to calm down.

I poured a generous amount onto my hand and stroked myself a few times with it. A second dose and I had completely covered my hardness.

I threw him the bottle and watched as he put some on the tip of his finger.

I raised an eyebrow. "More!"

He smiled. I bit my lip. He put more lube on his finger. He rubbed his opening for a few moments then slightly pushed his finger in.

I got into the bed and sat on my knees between his feet. He only got a finger half way in before drawing out and adding more lube.

I wasn't even touching myself yet I constantly pulsed. Watching him push one finger all the way in. The look of elation on his face as he slowly pulled it out.

I held out my finger in front of him. A perverted smile came across him as he squirted some on my finger.

"More." I repeated my demand.

He complied. I slowly pushed a finger into his opening. The warm muscles clasped around my finger at first but loosened very quickly. I pulled my finger out and watched his face.

I pushed back in again but this time he grabbed my hand and pushed in faster and harder.

I knew he was ready for what I had thought of next.

I held my finger out to him again, but this time right before the first drop hit my finger I held out a second finger. Now my middle and pointing finger were being covered by an eager Jimmy.

He laid his head back on the pillow and took in a few breaths.

I used both fingers. At first his opening pushed back but after a few seconds he opened up. I slid both fingers all the way in and he let out a loud moan.

After he looked at me and I looked at him. He nodded and I pulled my fingers all the way out.

"Uhhhhhhhhh." He let out a moan even louder than the one before it.

I stroked my dick which was standing straight up. He nodded.

I pulled his legs up, one at a time so that they rested on the sides of my legs. Then I moved in closer.

I pushed my length down so that it was looking right into his hole. I could feel the heat radiating from it, almost tickling my tip.

I pushed in but just a little bit. My first inch made him slightly jump so I let it sit there for a just a moment. His breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed so I pushed in a further two inches.

He grabbed onto my sides and I waited a few more moment for his tightened grip around me to relax. A few more inches and I was almost all the way in.

His tense breathing became moans and he ran a hand over my abs. I took this as a signal to push even further. I was deep inside of him, but just a few inches from going in all the way.

Again his muscles relaxed and I pushed all the way forward. His mouth dropped wide open into a perverted smile and I felt that I was all the way inside.

We stayed this way for about a minute. I knew it wasn't easy for his small body to take the challenge head on in its entirety so I didn't move in hopes of stretching him just a bit more.

Without withdrawing, I got into a position so that our faces wouldn't be too far apart. He used the opportunity to reach up and try to brush the hair from my eyes. Gravity worked against him as the locks fell back in place each time he attempted to move them.

I couldn't stop smiling as I looked down at him.

"What's that look for?" He asked.

"You're so tight."

"Not as tight as you are big."

His relaxed demeanor gave me the go ahead. Slowly I began to pull out. As I did this he thrust his head back into the pillow and let out another long moan.

I stopped just at the tip before returning back into him. I moved slowly but didn't meet much resistance. He spread his legs wider and I was able to move in easier.

He made a face of pain as I slid the last few inches inside of him.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded and pulled my face down towards his. I complied and he kissed me with vigor as he held tightly onto my neck. His tight muscles pulsed around me with his beating heart.

I pulled out again but this time I fell completely out. Without looking down, I grabbed ahold of myself and rubbed around until I found his opening.

I pushed back in but this time he showed no pain. His smile grew and his breathing stopped as I pushed all the way through his previous defenses.

"Now you're taking it like a pro."

He looked up at me. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"Really now?"

He was right. Without pulling me out, he sat up so that he was pressed into my lap. With both hands he pushed me down so that I was lying flat on the bed. I stretched my legs out to find a more comfortable position.

All of his hesitation, reservation, fear of pain, all of it gone. He sat up quickly so that I slid almost all the way out, but then sat back down taking me all quickly inside. The pleasure was intense and the look on his face showed many expressions.

Then again he rose up then back down. Then again. And again.

Quicker now, he picked up a motion that even I could not accomplish. He gradually started to ride me, and as he got more and more used to it he moved faster and faster.

His body began to shake and shutter a little bit so I held onto his sides to help with his balance.

The feeling of his ass squeezing around my dick then releasing it was so intense that it took my full control not to release so soon.

Lucky for us the headboard was attached to the wall however our moans were becoming loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

He continued his motions. Almost like he was dancing on his knees with me inside of him.

He became rougher and at points the pleasure was mixed with minor pain as he bent me the wrong way.

My normal reservation for not wanting to cause him harm was fading away. I watched his face for hints of pain as I began to work with him in his maneuvers. Sliding out as he pulled up, pushing up as he sat down. I began to fuck him as hard as he was riding me.

Weeks earlier I would have ripped the boy in two had I of fucked him with this much determination and force. Today he was enjoying it as much as I was.

I still held him from his sides but ran my fingers up and down. His sweat glistened from his moistening skin and I could smell his scent stronger than ever.

Through the open window, you could hear the distant waves crashing harder as the tide was coming in.

He held onto my arms and went at it even harder. Before my main goal was to last as long as possible but I could tell I was going to cross a threshold I couldn't return from.

He let go of my arm and stroked his hardness a few times with his free hand. Then he let go.

I could feel it in the ends of my curved toes. The tingling shot up the backs of my legs, up my back and down to the tip of my dick.

I began to shout out at the intense feeling and at that moment he began to shoot all over my stomach and chest.

He didn't stop his motions and each time I unloaded inside of him he moaned loudly. His own pulsing dick was also still dispensing all over me.

With two final motions he sat all the way down and I buried myself as deep as I could go.

His breathing was deep, his eyes intense. My bulging hardness inside of him was well coated but his tightened muscled clamped down on it.

I looked into his forest greens. Our breathing was too heavy to say anything.

My face and my hands were numb.

After about a minute of trying to catch our composure I still hadn't gone soft. His muscles clenched down on me was a good sign however that he needed to pull me out.

Slowly he sat up. He gripped onto both of my arms as I could tell this caused him some pain. As he pulled off of me the look on his face and the sounds that he made said it all.

Once I was released from his tight grip I began to finally go soft. He laid on his side on the bed next to me. One arm draped around my chest, his inner elbow rested in his own cum. Neither of us cared.

We lay like that for about five minutes catching our breath. I looked at him and he had a smile on his face that said it all.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Right."

"I was just thinking."

I didn't want to be one of those people so I left him to his inner thoughts. He was probably thinking exactly what I was thinking, and that was all the assurance I needed.

I looked at my phone and realized it was almost three o'clock.

"Now what?" I asked him

"I'm starving."

"What?" I asked in a mocking voice.

"And we have to make some phone calls."

I looked at him with confusion.

"People are waiting to hear from us."

It was easy to forget the rest of the world with where we were.

I ran a finger through his emission that painted my chest. "I can stay like this all day."

"Perv." He smiled.

I turned my head to look at him. "That was pretty impressive by the way."

"What was?"

"You came hands free."

"Not entirely."

"Pretty much."

He reached down and roughly grabbed my softening dick. It was super sensitive to the touch and it caused me to jump.

"I guess I barely have to touch myself with this inside of me."

I didn't know what to say. The idea was making me slightly hard again but just his grip was almost too much to bare.

"I'm hungry too." I said.

"See. I'm not the only one."

"Hey, you took a lot out of me. And I'm a growing boy."

He ran his hand through the hair on top of my head.

"I think you're done growing."

I looked down at my softening flesh. "For now, just wait until later tonight."

He pinched my side and I laughed as I tried to push his hand away.

It was then that I noticed something on his upper left arm. A darkish brown spot.

I leaned closer. "What's that?"

"What?" Jimmy looked down.

At first I was confused as I thought maybe he had been bitten by something. Realization came over me when I put my hand up to it to touch it. Jimmy winced in pain but I had to see if my theory was correct.

It wasn't a bite. It was a bruise. A bruise in the shape and size of my fingers.

"Jimmy."

"It's okay."

"No. I did this to you?"

"Nick its okay."

"No it's not. Just now?"

"No. In the water when you thought I was..."

"I did this." I sadly admitted tracing a finger under his mark.

"You thought you were protecting me."

"But I was really hurting you."

"Nick stop."

"No. I remember now. I remember grabbing you so tight. I remember you yelling for me to stop."

"You were trying to keep me safe."

"But I hurt you."

I was beginning to feel sorry for him. Sorry for myself.

"Nick. Shut the fuck up."

I was surprised by his stance.

"You didn't do it on purpose. You did what felt right. I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm not going to let you ruin the best sex I ever had over this.

I looked at him with a soft smile. "Sorry."

He returned my smile.

"So really?"

"Yes it's fine."

"No not that."

"What then?"

"It was really the best sex?"

"Well...I mean...I did all the work."

It was my turn to pinch his side. "You little asshole."

His smile grew. "You big jerk."

After another shower we ordered from the room service menu. We laid around in pajama shorts and made our phone calls.

The final one I made was to Chloe.

"...And where the hell have you been." Was how she answered the phone.

"Hello!"

"Nick? Seriously."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Is everything okay?"

"It's fine. We're fine."

I feel like I told so many people that we were fine the words were losing their meaning.

"Well shit. I you sure you're okay."

"Yes Chloe. For the billionth time. We're so fine we just fucked and now we're waiting for room service."

"That's disgusting. But okay."

"Yes. Except you rep is going crazy and I've been asked if you and I were dating."

"What did you tell them?"

"Maybe."

I laughed. "You're such a bitch."

"Not really. I'm full with enough sweetness to rot your teeth out."

"Okay!"

"So what do you guys think about it all?"

I paused for a moment. Jimmy could be heard in across the room ending his call with Kayla. He sat down next to me on the couch and draped his legs onto my lap.

"Nick?"

"Actually...we don't know. We haven't even read the story yet."

Jimmy looked down again.

"You haven't read the story?"

"No."

"You haven't seen any of it?"

"Nothing."

"That's crazy."

"No. It's calming."

I rubbed Jimmy's calf.

"Can I spoil it for you?"

"Please do."

"All she got, that crazy bitch, all she got was a picture of you two looking at each other and smiling. It's all just speculation from that picture."

"What do you mean?"

"There's no real story Nick. You guys aren't touching, or doing anything. You're just smiling at each other. I mean, I'm not going to lie, it's one of those gross `I love you' smiles but it's just the tabloids making a big deal out of it."

For a few moments I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. The heaviness in my heart got lighter. Everything was brighter. But it wasn't real.

The heaviness, the fear, the anger, it all came back when I realized that this was just a prolonging.

"Nick."

"Chloe I have to go." I looked at Jimmy. "We have to get this over with."

"Okay Nick. Call me tomorrow. I love you, tell Jimmy we love him."

"We?"

"Bye Nick."

She was sweet when she wanted to be, but my teeth were still perfectly white.

Our food came as I was trying to get my laptop out of its bag.

I had to wait for the server to put the food on the table before I could find a place for my laptop. I tipped him and before he was out the door Jimmy had the lid up and pressed the power button.

I typed in my password.

Jimmy watched on but kept eating.

As it started I took a few bites of my cheeseburger.

Jimmy swallowed his bite.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I nervously asked.

He looked down at his glass before taking a drink. "Are you sure you are?"

"Yes. I am. Are you okay?"

"Yeah it's just...I know we can't avoid it forever, but I want to."

The page loaded and all it needed was a few key words.

He stopped eating and waited for me to type them.

I looked to him. "What do I search for?"

At first he shrugged his shoulders. With a shaky voice he then said, "Nick Robinson Jimmy Bennett."

"That simple?"

He shrugged his shoulders again.

It was hard for either of us to load the gun that would eventually shoot us.

With shaky fingers I typed in our names.

...to be continued... HAPPY PRIDE MONTH to my wonderful family. Feel free to provide feedback: thegoblin312@gmail.com