Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 15:40:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: John <traveller_1141@yahoo.com>
Subject: gay/beginnings/james/james-5

Hello again, true believers!  Ha ha... how many of you remember that old
line from Spider-Man?  Thanks to all of you who write in and give me your
thoughts on what is going on with the lives of our boys James and Dave.
Suggestions and comments are always welcome, guys!

Part V

	Have any of you ever had one of those feelings of intense, total
trepidation?  Your stomach is all in knots, you grip everything like it's
the only thing holding you from dropping to a rocky, bloody grave, and you
break out in a cold sweat?  Well, I was feeling exactly this way as I made
the short drive over to James' apartment.  It was either anxiety or I had
contracted malaria.
	I was simultaneously feeling this intense hope and this intense
fear.  What would happen?  I kept seeing the best and worst case scenarios
in my head.  In one, James and I talked it all out, made up, and ran off
into a beautiful sunset; in the other, we got into a huge fight and never
spoke to each other again.
	I pulled into the parking lot of James' complex and had to stop
myself from running up the stairs.  I went to apartment 208 and knocked
quietly.  The door opened almost immediately, like James had been sitting
there waiting for me.  My breath caught as I took in the vision in front of
me.  James had decided this wasn't any ordinary dinner.  He was wearing
some nice khakis and a dark red long-sleeved t-shirt that highlighted his
Hershey chocolate eyes.  His blond hair was neatly combed and slightly
gelled into place, and he was clean-shaven.  I caught a faint hint of
cologne coming across to me.  I had this intense urge to kiss him until he
melted, or the world came to an end.
	"Would you like to come in?"  James' voice broke me from my
reverie, and I wordlessly followed him inside.  The place looked the same
as before, except the table was set up with lit candles, wine glasses and
what looked like fine china.  Very impressive, I thought.  Another new
development was a picture by an end table that had never been there before.
I walked closer to it.  James followed me over.
	"Has this always been here," I asked, bending to look closer.
	"Umm, ah, no, I just put it up," James said, somewhat nervously.  I
looked closely in the dim light.  It was a black and white picture of
James, totally naked!  He was lying in front of a cloth backdrop on his
stomach, and I could see the faint shadows of his chest and ab muscles, as
well as the tightly developed muscles of his legs, arms, and back, and his
oh-so-fine ass.  The shadows caught the fine details of his face casting
them into sharp relief.  It was an amazing picture!
	"This is incredible.  Was it done professionally?" I asked, turning
to look at James.  He was staring at the floor, blushing furiously.  "What
is it?  Why are you blushing?"
	"Do you like it?" he asked quietly.
	I laughed.  "Sure I like it.  It's amazing.  How did it happen?"
	James gestured to a chair and I sat, while he lowered his body into
another close by.  "Well, I met this guy about a month ago who is a
photographer.  He takes pictures for landscape books and such, but he has
also done a few human body studies.  He saw me out roller blading one day
and asked me if he could photograph me for a project, so I said yes.
That's the copy."
	I was amazed, and I told him so.  He blushed even more furiously.
"Would you like a copy?"
	I grinned.  "Sure would."
	James smiled so large I thought his face would be consumed.  My
tension was eased, and I felt relaxed about the evening.  "So, how about
dinner?" I asked.
	James jumped up.  "Sure, just hang on.  Have a seat," he said,
pulling out a chair for me.
	"Wow, pulling out all the stops," I observed.  James grinned at me
again before he walked into the kitchen, giving me yet another opportunity
to gaze at his beautiful ass.  The table was set very nicely, with cloth
napkins and all.  Wonder how he set all this up, I thought, before I really
noticed the china.  It looked suspiciously like the china that Todd and
Barry got when they got hitched a few years ago.  They had gone for the
traditional "wedding" ceremony, complete with registry and everything.  I
had given them a platter and a nice blender, which Todd uses at the bar.
	James walked back in with two plates of food and set one down at
each place.  "Did Todd or Barry help you set this up?"
	James smiled.  "Yeah, I called Todd right after I saw you at the
park today.  He was all too happy to set this up."
	I laughed.  "Just hope he doesn't tell Barry he let the china out
of the house, he may spit soup and his head might spin around."
	We both laughed and started to eat.  Neither one of us really said
anything through dinner, just a few sly glances and winks were shared.  It
was just what we needed to ease the tension and get through the awkwardness
of being together again after time apart.  Soon, we finished the dinner and
the dessert and I helped James clear the table.  "I'd better help with the
dishes, so Barry won't have a hissy fit."
	"Why would Barry do that?" James wondered as we took the dishes
into the kitchen.
	"Barry is super sensitive about his plates," I said.  "They have to
be washed and dried a certain way.  Trust me, I thought he wouldn't notice,
but he did.  He has this weird sixth sense when it comes to his precious
dishes."
	James was shaking his head as we got to work.  It was really nice,
the two of us washing dishes together again like we had done before.  I
hadn't really thought about it before, but it was the little things we used
to do, like washing dishes together and sharing the newspaper that I missed
more than anything.  Togetherness.  I must have let out a sigh because
James looked at me suddenly and smiled.  "I know," was all he said.
	We finished the dishes in silence and then I went and sat on the
couch while James went to smoke a cigarette.  James knew I didn't like him
smoking, and I stopped railing at him after it became obvious I wasn't
going to change his mind.  He did make one concession to me, though; he
always went outside to smoke whenever I was there.
	I thought about the whole evening and our whole relationship in
those few minutes that I had alone.  I knew that I wanted to be with this
guy, and I knew that what we had was special.  It was more special than
anything I had ever done before.  I thought about everything he did that
made me mad, like his smoking, his flirting, and his refusal to talk about
himself.  Then I thought about all the things he did that made me happy.
His thoughtfulness, his infectious laugh, waiting until I read my paper
before he opened it, all the little things.  Then it hit me like a truck.
I had totally fallen in love with James.
	I had pushed it out of my mind before when we were together, and
had been too upset to think on it when we were apart, but now that things
were getting better, it became clear.  I missed him terribly when he wasn't
around.  I felt like the world got brighter when he entered the room.  Most
of all, I knew I didn't want a future without him in it, and by my side.
	James walked back in, and I jumped up to meet him.  "James, I have
something I want to tell you!" I began excitedly.
	He smiled, but put up his hand.  "I have something I want to tell
you, too.  And I need to get this out in the open if we are to have any
kind of future together.  Can I go first?"
	It was the first time he had ever made that request, so I felt like
I should let him, even though I was bursting to tell him that I loved him.
I nodded and sat back down.  James sat down next to me.
	"I have to tell you about my life," he began.  "I've put it out of
my mind and it seems like a lot of it happened to someone else sometimes.
I think you need to know about it though.  I owe you that.
	"I am one of six kids, Dave.  We all grew up on a horse farm in
Kentucky.  It wasn't a big one, but it had been in the family for a while.
We were fairly successful.  My dad's family trained Appaloosa horses for
riding, some for showing, some for work.  I loved the farm, but it wasn't
the life I wanted, so I guess my dad and his family were a little
disappointed, but they were usually very supportive of me.
	"I had always been a little bit different.  I always was more
artistic, more philosophical than anyone else in my family.  `James'
moods,' that's what they always called it when I was off in my personal
dream world.  When I got to junior high, I discovered sports.  I had always
liked sports, but had never played them, but then I got a wild hair to try
football.  Funny thing was, I was actually good at it.
	"I think my family has never been prouder of me than when I was out
there on that football field, catching passes and scoring touchdowns.  I
was a good athlete, and it made me so popular that I wanted to vomit.  I
never wanted to be popular.  I hated the fakeness of it all."
	I smiled as he said that.  I had also seen my share of fake popular
suck-ups in school.  I nodded at him to go on.
	"Well, things really started to change for me when I got to high
school.  I had been playing for about three years, and I was all settled.
But then I began to notice some things.  I began to notice how I was never
interested in girls.  I began to notice how a guy's body made me do an
unconscious double take.  That was really unsettling to me, so I was always
consciously putting it in the back of my mind so I wouldn't have to deal
with it.
	"While all this was going on, I started having to deal with some
guys on the team who weren't being too nice, if you get my drift.  We had
all been friends in junior high.  This one guy, Kris, had been one of my
best friends in elementary school.  Now all of a sudden, he and these other
guys started trying to get to me.  They would make fun of me and try to get
in my head.  Well, it never worked, and that just seemed to egg them on.
Kris even told me once that he would get me, and I never knew why, I never
knew what happened.
	"I always thought it was because I had beat Kris out for
first-string receiver that year.  I guess they were envious or something, I
don't know.  I really didn't care, because it wasn't my problem.  I tried
to always be gracious to everybody; it was how I was raised.
	"All this went on all through high school.  Kris and his buddies
would jaw at me, and some of my buds from the team would jaw back.  I never
said a word.  All this festered the whole four years, and then it hit the
breaking point around graduation.
	"I guess I should tell you a little back-story.  When I was
sixteen, I went out with some friends of my cousin.  We hung out, drank a
little, and just had fun.  Well, I was with this one guy and we were
talking after everyone else was asleep.  Out of nowhere, he told me he
wanted to kiss me.  So I let him.  It was like the whole world opened up.
I felt better than I ever had in my life.  For the rest of the night, I
made out with this guy.  It didn't go beyond kissing and some over-clothes
petting, but it was nice.  Then, the next morning, it all crashed down on
me.  It was like I had given in.  Once I let it happen, there was no way to
go back, and I was in total terror of what was going on.
	"This went on for about eight months, until my seventeenth
birthday.  For some reason, I stood up, walked over to my mirror, and took
of my clothes.  It was just me.  No covers, nothing to hide.  Kind of
symbolic, huh?  I stood there, and said, `I am gay.'  Nothing more than
that.  I just kept repeating it over and over.  I was happy again for the
first time in a while.  I hadn't been that happy in a long time.  I hadn't
noticed how things had been going down so much until after that.  Then I
noticed."
	I smiled at that.  He had told me about that before.
	"Anyway, so I went through my whole senior year of high school with
my secret knowledge.  I had a great senior year.  I was voted Mr. Senior, I
made higher grades than ever, and was being considered for several football
scholarships.  Really, all I wanted was to go somewhere and truly discover
what it meant to be gay.
	"I turned down the football scholarships because I got a really
good academic one to this one school.  Besides, I wanted to use my freshman
year to `find myself.'"  He laughed at that, and I grinned.  I put my hand
on his in silent encouragement.
	"Graduation night came, and I got to speak.  It was an awesome
night.  I was so excited about the future.  Over the summer, I took several
trips to the city where I was going to college.  It was a great city, and
had a considerable gay community.  I went to a few clubs and hung out there
quite a lot.
	"I guess it was early July, about a month or so before I was to
leave for college.  I went up and hung out at this gay club I liked to go
to, and met some guys from the campus.  One of them was in the campus gay
group, and I went to talk to him about it, because I wanted to get
involved.  Well, we ended up back at his apartment, and one thing led to
another, and you get the idea.
	"The guy gave me some stuff from the group, and I threw it in my
backseat, thinking that I would pick it up and take it in when I got home.
Well, I forgot.  I was so tired that I went inside the house and fell
asleep right then, and never gave it a second thought.
	"Later on that week, I went into town to hang out at a restaurant
with my friends.  Kris and his gang were in the parking lot, and they
jeered at me as usual.  I didn't think anything of it as I went inside.
Turns out I should have.  All those brochures were in my back seat, with
the word `gay' plastered all over them.  One of the guys' girlfriends
walked out of the restaurant and saw them, and she told her boy who told
Kris.  Then he thought of the ultimate way to get revenge on me."
	I knew what was coming from my conversation with Todd.  James had
turned pale and was actually starting to shake a little.  I scooted closer
to him and put my other hand on his other.  I just nodded at him.  "Go on,"
I said quietly.  He nodded.
	"I stayed in the restaurant for about two hours, then I decided to
go for a drive.  I wanted to be by myself, so I didn't tell anybody where I
was going.  I drove out to a spot near the lake and just sat there,
thinking about my life, when I heard a truck pull up.  It was Kris and his
buddies.  Before I could do anything, they all jumped me.  They hit my in
the head and the stomach and tied me up, and then threw me in the back of
the truck.  I couldn't see where we were going, one of the guys held my
head down.  None of them said anything.
	After about ten minutes, the truck stopped.  All I heard was
crickets chirping.  The guys dragged me out of the truck and threw me on
the ground.  Kris stood over me and spat on me.  `You fucking pussy
faggot,' he said.  That was the first time I had ever heard that word
directed toward me, and it hit like a knife.  He unbuckled his pants and
pushed them down, and exposed himself.  `Suck this, ass-licker,' he told
me.  I felt sick.  I sat there, staring at him, my mouth shut tight.  He
just played with it till he got hard, then he smacked me across the face.
I could taste blood.  `Suck it!' he yelled.
	"I still just sat there.  I wouldn't give in, this was a matter of
personal pride, no matter how scared I was.  I could tell he was getting
frustrated.  One of his buds told him they should just beat me up and get
the hell out, but Kris was set on humiliating me.  Finally he just said,
`Fine, you won't suck it, we'll do it the more fun way.'  He punched me in
the head a few times, and then his buddies punched on me some more.  I was
too stunned to even try to fight back.
	"Before I knew it, they had stripped me and pulled me to where I
was on all fours.  Four of the guys held me down, while the other three
stood there.  Kris got behind me and..." James stopped, getting choked.
Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and he started shaking violently.  I
grabbed him and pulled him into me, and he bawled into my shirt.  "I
couldn't stop them, Dave.  I was this big-shot athlete and nothing I could
do would stop them.  They just did it, over and over and over until I
passed out."  He cried for a long time before he could speak again.
	He sat up and wiped his eyes, trying to catch his breath.  I just
sat, trying to give him support.  He looked into my eyes.  "I came to
later, lying next to my car.  All my clothes were there, ripped and dirty.
I checked my watch, and it was five AM.  I had left the restaurant at
10:30.  I looked over my body.  I felt like I was an observer, looking at
myself... it was like an out of body experience, like it had all happened
to someone else.  I was bloody and bruised, stank of urine, and I felt
sticky around my ass and there was this horrific pain. "I went home, and my
parents were frantic.  They saw me and knew I had been beaten up, so they
took me to the hospital.  Turned out I had two broken ribs, multiple
bruises, a concussion, and of course torn anal tissue.  They did all sorts
of tests, including an HIV test.  I was scared to death.  My parents heard
about the HIV test, and asked me why.  I have never lied to them before, so
I told them exactly what happened.  My dad was deadly mad, and wanted to
know why.  I thought about it, and then I finally told them.  I was gay,
and they found out, so they used it to get revenge.
	"I have never seen my parents so quiet.  My mom started to cry and
ran out.  My dad just stood there for a long time staring at me, then he
turned and left.  I don't think I have ever been so alone in my life.  None
of my friends came to visit, because word had gotten around.  The cops came
and wanted to take a statement and file charges, but my parents said no.  I
wanted to, but they were adamant.  I guess they wanted to spare themselves
and the family any more embarrassment.
	"I spent four days in that hospital before they let me go home.  My
brothers and sisters wouldn't look at me, except my little brother Paul.
He is a few years younger than me, the next oldest.  He would look at me
with this confused, hurt look, but he never did say anything.  My parents
completely withdrew from me.
	"My life had never been like this before.  My family was extremely
close-knit, and we always relied on each other to get through rough spots.
Now, all of a sudden, I was robbed of my strongest support system.  Add on
to that, one night I overheard my parents talking.  I heard my dad say
something about his `faggot son.'  He wondered how he was unlucky enough to
get a `pussy-boy' for a son.  My mom never said a word in defense of me,
her oldest.  That night, I packed up everything I could fit in my car and
left town.  I haven't been back since."
	Through all of this, James' eyes never left mine.  I am sure my
eyes were wide in shock and pain.  I can only imagine what he must have
gone through, first with the trauma of being raped and then the additional
trauma of ripping away from his family.  I just pulled him into my arms
again and hugged him.  He didn't cry, though.  He just sat there breathing.
"There's more," I heard him whisper against my chest.
	I hugged him tighter.  "I know," I said.  "You don't have to go
on."
	James pulled back again.  "Yes I do.  I have to tell you the whole
thing.  I don't know why, since you already know.  For some reason, I need
to tell you this myself."
	I nodded and smiled at him.  "All right."
	James stood up.  "First I need a cigarette."  He walked outside.
	I hardly thought the few minutes he was outside.  I was filled with
agony at what he had to go through, and this incredible rage at what those
young men had done to such a sweet, beautiful, inoffensive person.
	James walked back in and sat back down on the couch.  "Okay, where
was I?" he asked.  "Oh yeah.  I got to the city and stayed with some
friends I had made while I was there during the summer.  I had about a
month to get things settled, so I forced myself to put it all behind me to
start fresh.  I didn't tell anybody what had happened to me, only that I
had come out to my parents and moved out.
	"I got an apartment and a job at a restaurant waiting tables, and
that helped, but the combination of that salary and my personal savings
wouldn't pay for college and living expenses.  One of the clubs I had went
to had male dancers, and I knew that I had a decent body, so I went to an
amateur night there and tried it.  Turns out, I was really good at it and
made some great money that night.  I went back the next week and did it
again, and same result.  The manager liked what I did, and so he offered me
a job.  I took it, and started dancing there three nights a week, in
addition to the waiting job and class.
	"This went on for a month, and then one night I finished my dance
and was backstage getting dressed, when a well-dressed man came back.  He
said he was a `guest' of the manager and had backstage privileges.  He
wanted to talk to me.  We went into the office and he told me he would pay
me $1000 to have sex with him and another friend of his.  I was shocked.  I
didn't know what to say.  Then he opened my pants and began sucking me, and
then he told me I tasted good and he would give me $500 just to let him and
his friend suck me off.  I was surprised, and I actually thought about it.
That money would go a long way, I thought, and I still had a lot of bills,
so I accepted.
	"That night, the man and his friend both sucked me and then I
fucked them both twice.  They gave me $1500 for it.  I was amazed.  They
were both married, and very successful businessmen.  They told me that I
could make a lot of money doing this, that I was really good at it.  I went
home that night and thought about it a lot.
	"I went to my boss the next night and he told me that he two men
had given me `rave reviews,' and that he could set me up like that some
more if I liked.  I asked what was in it for him, and he said nothing from
me.  The men would pay him for the opportunity to talk to me, and it was up
to me whether to go further.  It seemed like I had a lot of power and say,
so I took him up on it.
	"For the better part of three years, I waited tables, stripped,
hustled, and went to class.  I invested all the money I could and
eventually put back a whole lot of it, enough to stop in March of my junior
year of college.  I have been fondled, sucked, have fucked and been fucked
so many times I can't even remember.  I feel lucky that I came out of it
with my head fairly clear.  I never got into the drugs or really kinky
stuff, and that saved me in many ways.  I have been tested for all STD's,
and am clear, and it's been almost two years since I last had sex with a
stranger.
	He smiled ruefully.  "You would think after all this that I would
have all these weird things, but I really don't.  I don't have weird sex
tastes, and I really want something meaningful.  I decided that I would
never again have sex quickly, that I would get to know the guy first.  I
like having my self-respect.
	"So, here I am.  I am starting graduate school in a few days, I
have control over most of my life, and I have met a terrific guy.  I may
also have a new career, if this photographer guy is right.  He wants to
submit some of the photos to an agency and see if they can get me work."
He smiled at me.
	I smiled back.  "Wow," I said.  "That's quite a story."
	He looked down.  "Yeah."
	"Have you ever talked with anyone from your family?"
	James chuckled.  "Well, I saw my aunt not too long ago.  She was
happy to see me, and I am sure she told the folks back home where I am.  I
got a letter from my sister Deanna not too long ago, so they know where to
find me.  The ball is in their court."
	James looked up at me.  "Dave, I am so sorry I overreacted like
that before.  I don't have many secrets, but the ones I have are so guarded
that when they come out, it's like it happens all over again.  It wasn't
anything you did."
	"James, don't say another word," I said, putting my finger to his
lips.  "I have something to say to you."  James sat, waiting.
	"When we met, I was so down.  I thought I would never find anybody
who liked me for me, and I had walls thicker than the Great Wall of China
protecting me.  I knew they were what kept guys away, but I was too afraid
to open up.  Then you came along and bulldozed right through them as if
they were nothing."  James laughed.  "I still remember your face, dude.
That was classic!"
	I laughed too.  "Yeah, wasn't it... anyway, You threw me for so
many loops, I couldn't get anything back to normal, and that was good for
me.  You opened me back up in ways I haven't been for a long time, and for
that I will always be grateful."
	"Okayyyy," James said.
	"But, this has become much more than that, to me," I said, feeling
tears start to well up.  "In these weeks that we have been apart, I feel
that a part of my soul has been missing, and now I feel it's back.  James,
I can't imagine my life without you any more.  You bring such a light to
it.  I want you to be a part of it."
	James began to cry then, too.  I took a deep breath and took his
hands.  "James, I love you, " I said, and then I began crying.
	He jumped into my arms and we kissed deeply, hungrily, like two
starving men.  "I love you too, Dave."
	James and I both stood up, our lips never separating.  We stood
there, just kissing, for what seemed like hours.  Then James pulled back
and smiled at me, a beautiful smile that seemed to outshine even the sun.
"Will you stay tonight?" he asked.
	"Are you sure?" I asked.
	He nodded, and then pulled me toward his bedroom.  I had never been
in that room before.  It was an incredible room.  It was done in dark blues
and grays, a nice contrast to the brightness of the outside room.  There
was a king size bed with a bright quilt on it, and James led me over to it.
"Nice quilt," I observed.
	James looked down at it, and he smiled fondly.  "Yeah, my
grandmother made it.  She made one quilt for each of her grandchildren.
This was mine.  She thought it fit me.  She was very insightful."
	The quilt was blue and gray and dark red, with a bright pattern
like a rainbow right in the middle.  The allusion made me laugh.
	James grabbed my chin and turned it back toward him.  "Hey," he
whispered sexily.  "Over here."  He pulled my face toward his and we kissed
again.  The gentle kiss soon turned passionate, and our hands began to roam
around each other's bodies.  I pulled his shirttails loose from his pants
and ran my hands over the taut muscles of his back, causing him to purr in
contentment.  His hands came to rest on my chest, where they kneaded my
pectoral muscles, harder as the kiss deepened.  Our tongues were meeting
like two swords sparring, sliding over each other, parrying and touching.
Just the kissing alone was hot.
	I broke loose from his mouth and began lightly kissing and sucking
over his cheek, moving up to his right ear, where I began to nibble lightly
as his lobe.  A high whimper escaped from his mouth and he arched against
me in pleasure.  His breathing became heavier and he began moaning louder
as I began tonguing his ear.  His hands began running wildly over the front
of my body from my chest down to my crotch where he began rubbing the
bulge.
	I let loose of his earlobe and reveled in the pleasure of his hand
on my throbbing rod.  I looked deep into his eyes.  "God, I need you," I
told him before I took his mouth again.  We kissed hard and he began
unbuttoning my shirt.  I took the cue and pulled his shirt up and we broke
the kiss for me to pull it over his head.  I tossed it to the floor as I
leaned in to suck on the soft skin of his neck.  I never thought a neck
could be so erotic, but the sight of his arched head, exposing the tan
flesh, turned me on so much I had to kiss it.  I nibbled on the skin and
took it into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it.  He let out a loud moan, and
began talking.  "Oh yeah, suck on my neck... give me a big hickey
dude... mark me."  That was all I needed.  I sucked harder and harder, and
he moaned louder.  I let the skin go and began licking.  "Ohhhh,
yeah.... that's good," he groaned.  There would be a hickey there, and for
some reason I felt proud, possessive.
	He practically ripped my shirt off my back and bent down to tongue
my chest.  He ran his hot, wet tongue down the line between my pecs and
buried his face in the thick hair that covered it.  Soon he was tonguing my
nipples, sucking and biting.  I felt stings of pleasure that seemed to go
straight to my cock.  This night wasn't going to be a night for slow
lovemaking; this was a night for hot, sweaty sex.  "I've got to get you
naked," he growled.
	He unbuckled my belt and slid my slacks and boxer-briefs off in one
motion.  "Mmmm, that's nice," he whispered as he took in the sight of my
naked body.  He touched my cock, and all 7 inches throbbed to his touch.  I
thought I was going to shoot right then.  He looked at me and grinned in
that naughty way of his, and began to take off his shoes.  I took the time
to remove mine, and soon was completely bare.  He walked in front of me.
"Take my pants off, dude."
	I looked up at him and grinned.  I unbuttoned his khakis and began
rubbing my hands over the thick bulge in them.  He groaned and began
nodding his head and hissing through his teeth.  I slowly slipped his
zipper down, determined to make him sweat this.  His low groan became
louder and more frustrated as I slowly, sensuously slipped his zipper
lower.  Finally I had it and I began to slip the pants over his hips.  I
began to chuckle.  "What?" he asked.
	I smiled at him.  "Don't you ever wear underwear?" I asked.
	He grinned again.  "Nope."
	I went back to my task, and pushed his khakis off his hips and down
his legs.  I had to move back because I almost got hit in the face by the
surprise of my life, his cock springing out of his pants.  "Jesus, where do
you put that thing?" I spat out.  James laughed.  To say that James was
well hung was an understatement.  The best word to describe him would be
"horse-dicked."  That thing had to be at least nine inches long!  It was
damn thick, too, with a nice loose foreskin.  "Wow," I breathed.  "That's a
pretty one... and a big boy, at that."  The head was glistening with
precum, and I bent over to lick a drop off the head.
	A loud gasp escaped his throat and he whispered, "Please,
man... please."  Well, I wasn't about to put him through any more agony, so
I bent and began licking his hard, throbbing flesh.  A low moan began in
his throat.  I ran my tongue over every inch of his hard flesh and was
rewarded by a gush of precum, which I eagerly licked up, right before
slipping the huge head into my mouth.  "Uuuuunnnnngh!" he yelled.
	I tried to force the thing down farther, but I could only get about
5 inches into my mouth, so I turned on the spit machine and slicked it up
and began stroking along with my head bobbing.  My muffled moans echoed his
loud ones, and his were getting even louder.  I ran my finger through some
of the collected saliva and ran it over his hot pucker, which caused him to
jump and let out a shriek.  "Oh, yes!"
	I began tonguing his balls and sucking on his sack, while I stroked
his cock with my left hand and rubbed his hole with my right.  He was
squirming and shuffling above me, and letting out moans of agonized
pleasure.  "God, Dave, you're making me feel so good... ahhhh!"
	He pushed me back away from his body and then pushed me on the bed.
He sat on my stomach and bent over and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue
deep into my mouth.  Then he sat up and turned around, and descended onto
my thick, cut 7-incher.  I took his meat back into my mouth and began
sucking on it.  To my delight, in this angle it was easier to take it in
and I was actually able to deep throat it once.  He let out muffled sighs
and moans as I slobbed his knob.  He was working me over pretty damn well,
too.  He was taking me deep every time with no effort whatsoever.  I could
feel the cum collecting, ready to burst, and I let him know.  "Dude, keep
it up and I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.
	He pulled off my dick and began licking it slowly.  God, this was
sweet torture.  I was in agony, letting out moans of frustration.  I took
his horsemeat and pulled the foreskin down tight and descended on it.  He
jerked hard and let out a yell, which he followed by going down on me,
hard.  I pulled off his dick and slicked up my finger again, and rubbed it
on his hole.  Slowly, I pushed it inside, and he let out a contented sigh.
"Mmmm, yes... go on, dude... mmm."  He kept working my cock over and soon a
second finger joined the first.  His moans got louder and more needy, as a
third finger went in.  "God, Dave, I need you inside me!" he yelled.
	He pulled me up off the bed and pulled the quilt off, then rifled
through his nightstand for a condom and some lube.  He sat down on the bed
and pulled my body to him.  He sucked me in a few times, then spread a drop
of lube over the head.  "Mmm," I moaned.  He opened the rubber and rolled
it down my throbbing prick.  He squirted the lube in his hand and spread it
over my dick as he laid back on the bed.  "Like this," he said, opening his
legs.  "I want to see you, and kiss you."  I leaned over him and spread
some lube in his hole, working it in and stretching the muscle.
	"Ready?" I asked him.  He just nodded, and I put the head at the
entrance to his chute.  I pushed in slightly and he sucked in a quick
breath.  "You okay?" I asked.
	"Yeah," he said, clenching his fists.  "It's just been a while."
	I held off as best as I could, when my dick was screaming for me to
ram it home.  I slowly pushed in as slowly as I could, and he kept
breathing hard, but he kept saying, "Yes... it's okay... mmm... keep
going."  I was about two-thirds in when I must have hit his pleasure spot,
because all of a sudden he jerked and let out a loud, "Ohhhh, YEAH!"  He
put his hands on my ass and began pulling, frantically.  I gave in and
pushed my cock the rest of the way home.  "Aaaaahhhhh," he sighed
contentedly.  "That feels so good... you feel so good," he said, opening
his eyes and smiling at me.  I leaned down and kissed him, and began
grinding.  He moaned and groaned and kept telling me to keep going.
	Soon I had a steady, rhythm going, but that wasn't working for him.
"Harder, Dave!  Fuck me!  Harder!"  I quickened my pace and sweat began to
pour off me.  James grunted with every one of my thrusts.  "Ungh!  Yeah!
Do me!  Yeah!  Faster!"
	I was grunting with the effort and James was moaning like a bitch
in heat.  Soon I was literally pounding his ass, and we were like my dream,
two rutting animals striving for completion.  James' handsome face was
twisted in a grimace of pleasure and he pulled me down and kissed me hard.
He pulled his legs up and rested them on my shoulders and began digging his
fingers into my shoulder muscles.  I grabbed both of his legs and began
kneading the muscles as I thrust deep into his hot ass.
	James let out a series of short, loud grunts before he screamed
like bloody murder.  His whole body tensed and his cock began jerking and
spraying cum everywhere, all over his smooth chest, stomach, and me.  I
smelled the sweet smell of his cock chowder and grinned wolfishly with the
knowledge that I had made him cum without touching him.  The thought was
enough to set off my orgasm.  I pumped into him as I let my load go inside
the rubber.
	I let his legs go and we both collapsed onto the bed in utter
exhaustion.  Both of us were panting and sweaty.  Out of nowhere James
started giggling.  I slowly pulled my head up and looked at him with what
must have been a look of utter confusion and total bewilderment, which made
him laugh that much harder.  Soon, I got sucked into the mirth and we were
both laughing.  I slowly pulled out and slid the used condom off my dick.
"Wow," James said.  "You must have been waiting a while for that."  He
giggled again.  The condom was stretched out, and was about half full of my
cum.  I shook my head and walked into his bathroom, where I threw it away.
I found a washcloth and wet it with warm water.  I then grabbed a towel and
walked back to where my lover... how sweet that word was... lay.
	He smiled at me as I slowly, gingerly washed him clean of the lube.
He took the cloth and washed my cock and then we dried each other with the
towel.  He looked up at me as he ran the towel over my chest and smiled.
"I love you," he said as he leaned in to kiss me.
	"I love you too," I replied.  I took the towel and washcloth and
set them down on the floor beside the bed.  James sat up, pulled the covers
back, and we both climbed in.  In something of a reversal, James leaned up
against me and took me in his arms.
	  He sighed in my ear.  "This is nice."
	I just smiled and nodded.  "Go to sleep, dude." I said as I yawned.
James chuckled and we settled down to sleep.

End of Part V

All right, guys.  Our two favorite guys have finally gotten together in the
biblical sense.  Never fear, this is far from the end.  There is still a
way for these two to go.  But it is nice to see them finally together and
happy, isn't it?  Feel free to email me with your comments about part 5 or
any other part of the story.