Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 14:55:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: John <traveller_1141@yahoo.com>
Subject: james-8

Hello good readers!  Fortunately, I was able to crank out part 8 fairly
quickly.  Once you all get into it, I'm sure you all will figure out why it
was so easy to write.  Special thanks to DivineGlow, ndman, and CGalt08 as
always... I can't even begin to put into words how much I value your
friendship.  I also value everyone who has emailed me.  Thanks!

Alex... your courage and endurance are a light to all.  Peace and love,
man.


Part VIII

	Halloween was like any other weekday.  I had woken up, yawned and
stretched, and turned to the side, to be greeted by... an empty pillow.  I
flopped back down on my pillow and groaned.  James and I were bickering
again, over this little shit named Jorge who seemed to be cropping up
everywhere now.
	We had gone dancing the week before and Jorge had been there.  Last
night, James and I had celebrated his A on an extremely hard project by
going out to dinner, and who should be there but Jorge.  Now that I was
aware of his presence, I was picking him out of crowds all over town and I
was totally convinced he was after my man.  James always laughed it off and
kissed me, but that didn't change what I thought were the facts.  I would
notice Jorge when we walked in and he would turn away, but as soon as I got
up to order drinks or use the restroom, he was over hitting on James.
Once, James went to the restroom and I noticed Jorge leave.  I walked in
the restroom to find Jorge playing with James' hair while James washed his
hands.  I was ready to twist his head off, but James always managed to
downplay it.
	I trusted James completely.  James was a flirt, but he knew when
enough was enough, and his receptions to Jorge's advances were growing
chillier, but it didn't seem to deter the little shit.  If anything, it
made him more persistent, and I was fucking tired of it.  James was tired
too, but he was tired of me going on about it.  Last night, after I scared
Jorge off yet again, James turned to me and said, "When are you going to
let it go and just ignore him, Dave?  He's meaningless, no threat at all."
	I shook my head.  "I know, James, but he just irritates me.  I want
him gone, dude.  Away.  Finished.  Out of the picture."
	"Why can't you let me handle it my way, Dave?  I'll get rid of him,
you don't have to be Mr. Macho all the time."
	That comment had stung, and it started an argument that persisted
all the way outside and into the cab.  James asked to be let out at his
place, and as he got out he told me he would call me today.  So, I went
home alone and pissed off.
	Now it was afternoon on Halloween, and I sat thinking of what I had
to do.  I had worked overtime over the weekend to get ahead in my research,
so I had some free time for at least a couple of days.  After the big
party, I decided, I would spend a few days with James and reconnect, smooth
things over.  After this, the phone rang.  I got up and answered it.
	"Hey babe."  My man.  A warm feeling entered my chest.
	"Hey," I answered.  "What's going on?"
	"Nothing," he replied.  "Look, can we put last night behind us?  It
was a silly argument, and we don't need to let it get out of control."
	I smiled.  "Sure thing, dude.  It's all forgotten."
	I could hear his sexy grin in his voice.  "Great.  I'm glad,
because I need your help with this stuff.  Can you come on over?"
	My dick twitched in my pants.  "Sure thing, babe.  Be there in a
jiffy."  I hung up the phone and went in search of my own costume.  I
looked in the mirror of my bedroom and took in my now smooth-shaven head.
Matt had helped me with it this morning before my classes.  James hadn't
seen it yet.  I wondered what he would think.
	As I gathered my stuff into my bag, Matt came out of his room.  He
always seemed to be waking up from a nap every time I saw him.  He looked
at me and yawned.  "Damn, Dave, I still can't get used to your head.  We
sure did a job on it."
	I rubbed my hand on the smooth skin.  "Yeah, I know.  I hope it
looks okay."
	Matt squinted as he looked closer.  "Yeah, it's cool.  Your hair
was short enough before so that the sun could get to the skin.  You've got
enough color so you don't look freaky."
	I rolled my eyes.  "Gee, thanks.  So what are you doing tonight?"
	Matt shuffled toward the couch.  "Costume party at Laura's
sorority.  We're going as a hooker and her pimp."
	I laughed.  "That shouldn't be too hard for you, dude.  You always
look like that."
	He threw a pillow at me.  "Fuck you, ass boy."
	I laughed and threw it back.  "You only wish, dude."  I put my
heavy black boots in my bag, stuck a baseball cap on my head, and headed
for the door.  "Be careful tonight, dude.  Try not to get too wild with the
sorority chicks."
	"Will do, champ.  Later."


	I pulled up at James' apartment building and managed to get up the
stairs without spilling stuff everywhere.  I thought my costume was a
stroke of genius before, but now I thought it might be too much.  Nah, I
figured.  James was going to be a golden boy, so this wouldn't be anywhere
near as over the top.  I knocked on the door.  "Come in!" yelled James'
voice.
	I walked in and was greeted by the sight of James' sexy naked body.
Oh yes, this will be a fun evening, I thought as I walked over and kissed
him.  My hands went around his waist and grabbed the firm muscles of his
ass as my tongue entered his mouth.  I could feel his big cock hardening
between us.  "Mmm, do we have to go tonight?  Why don't we just stay in?" I
asked as we pulled apart.
	James grinned.  "Because, dude.  This is the big party.  We have to
go."  I groaned and rolled my eyes.  James laughed and picked up the jar of
golden goo.  "Now, it's almost eight.  We have to get this stuff on in time
for it to dry and get to the club by nine."
	I took the jar from him and frowned.  "What exactly is this stuff
anyway?"
	"Well, it's not exactly body paint.  This stuff doesn't coat the
skin as thoroughly as actual paint does.  You remember the Bond movie
Goldfinger?"
	I nodded.  "Yeah, bare spots have to be left or you suffocate."
	James grinned.  "Yup, and I am taking no chances.  This is really
just a type of body glitter.  Mixed with my tan, this stuff should have the
same effect as paint would."
	I turned the jar over, reading the instructions.  "How long does
this stuff take to dry?"
	"About half an hour."
	My eyebrows shot up.  "Half an hour?  You're shitting me!"
	James shook his head.  "Nope.  We could fudge on that and go on,
but I want to make sure it won't rub off too quickly.  This shit has to
last until we leave."
	I sighed.  This would take us forever, and I still needed to get
dressed myself.  "Oh well," I said.  "I guess we need to get started."  I
shook the jar a little and opened it up.  James did the same and we started
smearing the stuff on his body.
	I must admit, that experience was the most fun I've had in a few
days.  Smearing gold goo on James' hot muscles was pleasurable to say the
least, and James' 10-inch prick stayed at attention from minute one.  There
was a pretty good puddle of precum oozing from the head onto the floor.  As
I rubbed the glitter into his left leg, I looked at his dripping meat and
them up at him.  "Want me to take care of this now?" I asked, nodding my
head at his dick.
	James grinned.  "Nah, better save it for later," he said and
continued rubbing the stuff on his arm.  He had shaved his body in
preparation for this, so the smoothness was an interesting change.  Then I
remembered that I was still wearing my baseball cap, and James hadn't seen
my bald head yet.  He'd be shocked, I thought again as I rubbed glitter on
his foot.
	We saved the interesting parts for last.  James didn't want to take
a chance on getting too worked up, so he put the stuff on his dick and nuts
while I did his firm ass.  Damn, was this torture or what, I thought.
Finally we were finished.  I wiped my hands on some paper towels and took
in James' now gilded body.  Incredible.  His body gleamed in the lights.
Gold glitter covered every muscle and sinew, and he was a sight to behold.
I know I was tempted to fall to my knees in worship of this beautiful body.
The silver of his nipple ring stood out in contrast, and just made it
better.  Even James' uncut dick was covered in gold glittery stuff, and was
an amazing sight as well.  It was fun to put on, and I thought it would be
more fun to get off later tonight.
	I finished wiping off my hands.  "Okay, now you ready to see my
costume on me?"
	James grinned.  His white teeth flashed in comparison to the gold
skin.  "Oh yeah, dying to see.  Lay it on me, dude."
	The first thing I did was take off my cap, eliciting a gasp from
James.  "Dude!  You shaved your head?"  He walked over and looked at my
shiny bald scalp.  "Wow, dude... I must say, it's pretty hot.  When did you
do this?"
	I started pulling stuff from the bag.  "This morning.  I clipped it
all off, and Matt took the razor to it.  What do you think?"
	"I wish I could touch it now, dude... I like it.  So how does it
fit in with your costume?"
	I grinned at my golden lover, and started stripping.  James laughed
and started clapping.  "I like it so far... keep going," he said.  I had
decided to go without underwear, and I pulled on a pair of camouflage
pants.  Then I pulled on a pair of heavy combat boots, and then an
equipment harness.  James frowned.  "Where did you get this stuff, dude?
It looks authentic."
	I pulled out a case of battle paint and started applying it to my
face.  "It is authentic, James.  I got all of it from my brother Joe.  He's
in the army, you know.  This is some of his old stuff that he didn't use
anymore."  I covered my face in dark shades and then put some black smears
on my bare shoulders and chest.  James' golden cock started to rise again.
I smiled.  "I take it you like it?"
	James swallowed and grinned wickedly.  "Oh, yes.  You look hot,
dude."
	I slipped a pair of dog tags on my head and held them up for James
to see.  "These are my dad's old tags.  See?  Collins, Lawrence, captain,
U.S. Army."
	James shook his head.  "Going all out, I see."
	I grinned.  "You got it."
	James smiled back, and then he got a thoughtful look on his face.
"I still haven't figured out what you are yet, dude.  A soldier?"
	I grinned again and slipped a black bandanna on my head.  "You
haven't got the irony, dude.  I am going commando tonight, as I am dressed
as a commando."
	James groaned and shook his head.  "Dude, you should get recognized
as making the worst jokes in American history."
	I bent down and tied the boots.  "I'm working on it."
	James looked at the clock.  "Okay, close enough.  Time for me to
get dressed."  I watched as James donned his silky costume, gold sandals,
and gold laurel leaf crown.  He looked great.  The costume was perfect for
him.  He adjusted everything, including his free-swinging dick, and then
turned to me.  "Ready to go?"
	I looked down.  The flimsy material did nothing to hide the meat
hanging down there.  "I'm going to be fighting them off like crazy
tonight."
	James grinned that naughty, sexy grin.  "I hope the only one I have
to fight off is you.  You know you're going to win that one."  With that he
sauntered out the door.  I shook my head, adjusted my package, and
followed.


	So much for resolved arguments, I thought as I downed yet another
shot.  I had started out with mixed drinks, and then moved to vodka.  What
a fucked up night.  I looked around the dark club and got mixed up by the
flashing lights for a minute, then I focused on the golden man on the dance
floor.  He sure looks like he's having a good time, I thought as I poured
more liquor into the glass.
	All of a sudden I felt someone sit next to me.  I didn't need to
look to tell it was Barry.  His cologne gave him away.  "'Sup, Barry?" I
slurred as I downed the shot.
	Barry picked up the bottle and looked at the label.  He wrinkled
his nose.  "You're shooting straight vodka?  Without a chaser?!  How many
shots have you had?"
	I cocked my head.  "Of vodka?  Six.  That's not counting the three
screwdrivers since nine-fifteen."
	"Shit!  Are you trying to get your stomach pumped tonight?"
	I laughed.  "I can hold my alcohol, dude.  Don't worry about me."
I looked at Barry.  He was dressed like Robin Hood.  "Nice costume, merry
man.  Where's Little John?"
	Barry gestured toward Todd over in the corner.  "Over there."  He
turned back to me.  "Now, do I get to find out what happened right now, or
do I have to wake you up at 5 AM to find out."
	I roared with laughter.  For some reason, that comment was funny as
hell.  "Nah, it's no secret dude.  My boyfriend is a flirting machine, and
he enjoys it so much that he won't shoo the guys away no matter how much it
bothers me."
	Barry frowned.  "Huh?  That doesn't sound like him.  What
happened?"
	I managed to get through what had been going on with Jorge over the
past few weeks, and I ended up with what happened when we walked in.  As I
had figured, the guys had gone totally apeshit over James' costume.  He was
the subject of over a million gropes in the first ten minutes alone.
	We had danced a while and then started drinking some.  Both of us
had a good buzz going when the crap started again.  Guys groped, copped
feels, and asked him to strip off the costume and come with them to their
places and other stuff.  James grinned and ate it all up.  The more we
drank, the more flirty he became.  I had enjoyed all the attention he had
been getting at first, but as the night went on I got more and more pissed.
	I had watched James talking to a group of guys and everything hit
me at once.  What was he doing?  He was throwing all of this in my face!  I
couldn't remember him ever flirting like this ever, especially right in
front of me.  He had kept looking over at me and smiling and winking, but
it kept right on going.  Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I walked
off and got a bottle of vodka and a shot glass.  James was hot on my trail.
"Dude, what's wrong?" he asked.
	 I poured and downed the first shot.  "Nothing at all.  I'm just
going off so you can feel free to flirt all you want."
	James frowned.  "What do you mean?"
	I looked at him.  "James, come on.  `Oh, your costume is soooo
cool!  Your ass looks good in those tights.'  What's that if it isn't
flirting?"
	James rolled his eyes.  "Come on, Dave.  It isn't that bad."
	I laughed again.  "Right, dude.  Sure.  You aren't flirting with
every guy who has a dick in the room.  Sure."
	James looked at me and his eyes flashed anger.  "Are we back to
this again?  I thought we hashed this out a long time ago."
	"Yeah, we did, dude.  We did."  I poured another shot.
	"Then why are you so upset?  I told you that you don't have to
worry."
	I looked around the room.  I spotted Jorge, dressed as a seventies
disco-dancer.  "Look, there's your pal.  Why don't you go dance?  Tell him
how much you love his medallion or his shoes."  I downed the next shot.
	James looked positively pissed off.  "You're drunk, Dave.  I can't
talk to you like this."  He started to walk away.
	"Sure, run away!" I yelled after him.  "Go dance with your
pretty-boy new boyfriend!"
	James had stopped and stiffened, but only for a minute.  He never
looked back.


	"So that's it, that's the story," I finished.  Barry sat there
gaping at me through the whole explanation.  I started to pour myself
another shot.  "That was two and a half hours, and four shots of vodka
ago."
	Barry grabbed the bottle and shot glass away.  Then he grabbed my
head in both hands and looked me right in the eyes.  "Are you an idiot or
what?!"
	I blinked.  Not what I expected at all.  "What do you mean?"
	Barry rolled his eyes.  "Dave, you are a jealous bitch, aren't you?
You have no idea what was really going on.  You looked, you jumped to
conclusions, and you got pissed, right?"
	I thought about it.  "So what was happening, oh great knower of
all?"
	Barry made a disgusted sound and rolled his eyes.  "Seems to me
like he was just having fun and trying to get you involved in it.  It
doesn't sound to me like he ignored you for other guys, far from it."
	I shook my head.  "Yeah, right Barry.  Sure.  James was getting me
involved while he was going after every other guy, especially that little
shit Jorge."
	Barry leaned forward and smacked me lightly on the back of the
head.  "Dave, wake up and get a fucking clue!  When are you going to get it
through your head that the boy is head over heels for you?  Sure he's a
flirt, but does that really change anything?  Who is he going home with at
the end of the night?  Jorge?  Some other guy?  No, dickwad.  He's going
home with you."
	I looked down.  Once again, got myself in trouble.  I laughed.
"What a case I am, dude.  I'm the one whose family still talks to him.
I've never been raped.  I've had the big-time football career.  Why am I so
screwed up?"
	Barry put his arm around me.  "Dave, you can't help how you feel.
You've been burned before.  Your friends turned on you a long time ago when
you were still a little kid for no good reason, and no matter what you've
done since, you've never erased that.  It's made you a little paranoid with
your relationships.  Now you have a chance to put it all behind you.  You
can either suck it up and stop reacting to stuff that isn't there, or you
can sit here and drink and let the best thing that's ever happened to you
walk off."  He looked over at James.  I followed his eyes, and what I saw
made me see red.  There was my golden boy, dirty dancing with that fucking
prick Jorge.
	I looked at them for a minute, then back at Barry.  I made a sharp
gesture.  "You see that?"
	Barry followed my eyes, then he grabbed the back of my head.
"Doesn't matter at all, Dave."
	I got up and muttered thanks to Barry, and walked out into the
dance floor.  I walked up to the dancing pair, and put my hand down on
Jorge's shoulder.  "Cutting in," was all I said before I pulled him away
from James.  Jorge didn't even put up a protest.  He disappeared into the
wall of people on the dance floor.
	James just looked at me, and I pulled him to me and we started
dirty dancing.  We ground our lower bodies together with the beat, our eyes
never leaving each other.  The song soon changed and I turned James so that
his ass was resting right in my crotch.  The new song was similar to the
other, with a hard, driving beat.
	The lights pulsed and moved with the music.  The scent of sweat and
cologne was all around me, as well as James' own heady smell.  My head was
still swimming from the alcohol, but I could concentrate on the fine body I
was holding to me.  I ran my hands around him and placed one on his chest,
the other on his waist and I pulled him into me more.  My cock rested right
in the crack of his tight ass, and he began grinding into it.  My prick
hardened instantly.
	I began kissing on his neck and he moaned and his hands moved
behind him, groped and caressing my body.  Both of our emotions were
running high, and we were getting caught up in the moment.  I became
oblivious to everyone and everything around me.  All I knew was James, the
man I loved-my man.
	I ran my right hand up under the fold of cloth that ran over his
chest and I started playing with his nipple.  My mouth never left his neck.
I sucked and nipped at the soft skin, making him moan even louder.  James'
left hand came up behind his back and started playing around in the hair on
my chest, ultimately resting on my right nipple, which he began playing
with.  My mouth tightened on his neck and I sucked harder.
	James began writhing in pleasure against my body.  My left hand
stayed on his waist, holding him to me.  My rock hard prick rested in the
crack of his ass still, and the way he was wriggling and thrusting was
making me hotter than hell.  I looked down across his body and the front of
his costume was bulging out obscenely as his meat rose to full hardness.
	I moved my left hand up from his waist to his pierced left nipple.
I began rubbing around it, making James moan and groan and wriggle some
more.  My mouth went to the right side of his neck and I began licking and
kissing there.  I moved my right hand up and under his costume, where I
grabbed his rock hard meat.  He let out a gasp of agonized pleasure as I
began jerking on it.
	I began flicking his nipple ring back and forth, and he cried out
every time.  His dick was twitching out precum like a fountain.  I knew
everything we were doing was visible to the whole world, but I didn't give
a fuck.  This was my man, and I wanted the whole room, the whole city, even
the whole country to know it.  This was the culmination of all of my
jealousy, my possessiveness.  I was going to show my man how much I wanted
him with my body, and I was going to show the world whose man he was.
	I left his dick alone and twitching.  I kept flicking his nipple
with my left hand and I reached down and began probing around his hot hole.
He was moaning and rubbing my bulging fly like crazy.  I noticed a guy
reach down and start to grab his straining meat, but James slapped his hand
away.  He let out one throaty word: "His."  It drove me insane.
	Without any further preamble I thrust my fingers into his hole.  He
screamed in lust as I finger fucked him right there.  "Fuck me," he said as
I played with his nipple and thrust my fingers in his ass.  I reached into
my left pocket and pulled out a condom.  Always be prepared, that's what
the Boy Scouts say, right?  I spat on my right fingers and began slicking
up his ass.  Then I pulled away and pulled my raging hard on out of my
pants and rolled down the rubber.  I spat on it and lubed up, then I
grabbed James by the waist and positioned my cock at his hole.
	"You want it?" I whispered into his ear.
	"Oh yeah, Dave.  Fuck me, man.  Fuck me hard."
	I held his waist and drove my cock home.  James let out a grunt and
I swear the whole room inhaled.  I didn't wait to work him up to it.  I was
consumed by my lust and I began power fucking his tight ass right there.
He was grunting and groaning and twitching as I impaled him on my dick.  My
left hand reached up and played with his nipple again, while my right
grabbed his steaming hot cock.  I planted my mouth right on his neck again
and began sucking hard.
	James was shrieking and howling in pleasure, and my hand was soaked
in precum.  I knew we both wouldn't last long, we were too worked up.  His
howls got louder, and I fucked harder and harder.  As I fucked harder, I
increased my suction on his neck unconsciously.  He yelled out, "Yes, Dave!
Suck my neck, dude... come on... mark me.  I'm yours... MARK ME!"  I bit
down hard on his neck and sucked with all my might.  James yelled out
incoherently and began shooting streams of hot cum all over the place.  I
shoved my dick as far in as I could and began filling the rubber with my
steaming load.
	I pulled him to me and we both stood there, panting, for what
seemed like forever.  A sound finally penetrated our post-orgasmic
haze... the sound of applause.  James and I both looked up to see the
entire room was facing us and applauding like mad.  Some guys had their
dicks out, some guys were getting blown, but everyone was clapping.  I
somehow found Barry and Todd with my eyes where they stood against the
wall.  Barry was shaking his head and clapping, and Todd grinned big and
gave me thumbs up.  I smiled back weakly.
	James and I were both totally exhausted.  James' head was back
against my shoulder, and mine rested next to it.  Our breathing slowed, and
we were sweating buckets.  James turned his head to face me.  He smiled and
said, "I love you, Dave."  I said, "I love you too," and bent to kiss him
tenderly.
	The room went mad.


	We were among the last few to leave.  It was about one-thirty, and
James and I were sitting at the bar.  Every once in a while some guys and a
few girls would pass by and say, "Nice show guys."  I would blush like a
tomato, while James would grin and say thanks.  I did notice that Jorge
left without a word after our little show on the dance floor.  Somehow, I
had a feeling we wouldn't see nearly as much of him anymore.
	James tapped my on the shoulder.  I turned my head.  He grinned,
and I melted inside.  "Whatcha thinkin?" he asked.  He put his hand on my
shoulder and rested his head on it.
	I smiled.  "We made a complete spectacle of ourselves tonight."
	He grinned.  "We sure did.  And had a hell of a good time doing it,
too."
	I looked down.  "Yeah, it felt good.  But I can't help feeling a
little ashamed of myself."
	"Why?  Because we fucked in the middle of the dance floor?"
	We both laughed.  "What I can't believe is how I acted.  First I
get all crazy-assed jealous on you, then I come out all macho and
possessive and `take you' in front of the whole world.  I wish I knew what
comes over me."
	James turned me to face him.  "Dave, look at me.  I know you're
jealous, and it's okay.  Some part of me likes it.  But dude, you can't let
it rule you.  You have to have some faith and trust.  You say you do, and
that you just get tired of guys hitting on me, but we both know that isn't
the case.  Some part of you is scared to death of losing me."
	I put my head down on the bar.  "I almost did, before.  I imagine
my life and I can't picture it without you."
	James put his arms around me.  "Dave, you don't have to.  I'm not
going anywhere.  Do I flirt too much?  Yeah, I admit it, I do.  I've always
been friendly, and I guess this is just an extension of it.  But dude, I am
in this for the long haul.  I've found something in you that completes that
emptiness inside me.  I can't imagine my life without you either, and I
don't want to."
	I sat up and looked at James.  I took his hands in mine.  "James?"
I asked.
	"Yes?"
	"Tomorrow morning?"
	"Yes?"
	"Let's go get tested."
	He looked weirdly at me.  "Not what I expected, Dave."
	I laughed nervously.  "This is a big step, dude.  I want to be one
and only with you.  I am saying right now that I want nobody else.  I want
to be committed to you, and this is a first step.  I want to start our
commitment right now."
	James smiled, and I think I saw some tears in his deep brown eyes.
"This means a lot to you, dude."  I nodded.  "Sure thing, Dave.  I will go
with you tomorrow."
	With that we hugged and kissed.  Then we went outside and hailed a
cab, then headed for James apartment.


	"Dave?" James called me from the bathroom.
	I had just finished turning down the bed and lighting some candles.
"Yep?" I answered.
	"I need your help with this."
	I walked in and took in James, standing naked in his shower, still
covered in gold stuff.  My body paint had come off easily with soap and
water, and I was ready for bed.  James was another story.  He had this
stuff he had to rub in before it would come off, and he couldn't reach
every spot.  He had done his chest, arms, and legs, and was working on his
face.  "Will you get my back for me?"
	I took the bottle and put some on my hands.  I began rubbing his
back with it, making sure to coat every part.  I used the excuse to rub his
muscles, and he began sighing.  "Oh, that feels wonderful, dude."  I put
some more stuff on my hands and began rubbing his lower back, making it
down to his firm ass.  He turned around and kissed me.  "Thanks, Dave.  I
just need a few minutes before I can wash this off."
	I stepped back out.  "It's okay.  I can wait."
	We sat there, staring into each other's eyes for the whole five
minutes it took for the chemical to do its work.  Neither of us said
anything.  We just looked, brown eyes into blue.  Then he turned on the
shower and started rubbing his body.  The gold stuff had loosened and was
running off his body with the water.  In just a few minutes, his body was
back to being its natural tan.
	I held out a towel.  "Come here," I said.  I wrapped him in it and
began drying him off.  The first thing I noticed was the large bruise on
his neck where I had bit and sucked on it at the party.  I blushed.  "Hey,
is this tender?" I asked as I probed it.
	"A little, why?" he asked.
	I giggled.  "Well, you asked me to mark you... you got your wish."
	"What?" he asked.  James pulled away and walked over to his mirror.
He examined the left side of his neck and burst out laughing.  "Oh shit,
dude," he said, wiping tears, "this is going to be fun to explain
tomorrow."
	I laughed with him and finished drying him off.  Then we went into
his bedroom.  Once again, soft jazz was playing on his radio.  We danced,
naked, body to body, for what seemed like hours.  Our foreheads touched and
we just held each other, enjoying the feel of the other's body.
	I ran my hands up his muscular arms and ran my fingers over the
bruise on the left side of his neck.  I leaned in and licked it gingerly,
eliciting a slight whimper from him.  Then he began running his hands over
my smooth-shaven head.  The sensations were strange, but very erotic.  I
leaned down and began tonguing his collarbone, and he kissed my scalp, then
ran his tongue over it.  I shivered.
	I kissed my way down the smooth expanse of James' chest, stopping
at his right nipple.  I played with the ring in his left as I lightly
nipped his right.  He moaned, and kept licking my head while his hands
roamed down my back.
	I began nuzzling his stomach and nipping at the taut skin on his
cut ab muscles.  James leaned his head back and purred in contentment.  I
stood up and kissed him again, then we moved to the bed.  James pulled the
cover back and lay back on the cool sheets.  I leaned over on top of him
and began moving down his flat stomach again.  I licked my way into his
pubic area.  It was strange to not see hair there.  I decided that while
this was kind of neat, I preferred him the other way.  But when I licked
and nipped with my teeth he about shot off the bed in pleasure.
	I moved around to his big smooth sack.  I licked and tongued his
balls, and rolled them around with my tongue before taking them into my
mouth.  James hummed in delight.  Then I kissed my way up his hard shaft,
pausing to lick up the stream of flowing precum.  Finally I got to the big
head, almost fully exposed by his retracted foreskin.  I licked around the
skin, enjoying James' wriggling and moaning, then I pushed the skin back
with my lips and took him into my mouth.
	James let out agonized moans of pleasure as I bobbed up and down on
his rigid organ.  Precum flowed steadily onto my tongue, and I licked it up
eagerly.  I tried to take his cock into my throat, but it was just too fat.
James pulled me off and whispered, "Me too, dude."  He turned around on the
bed so that he was facing my straining meat and took me into his mouth.
From this angle I could better fit him, and I was able to finally work him
down my throat.
	I thought James was going to come off the bed when I did that.  He
pulled off me and moaned loudly.  "Shit, dude... nobody's ever been able to
do that before."  I felt my chest puff out in pride and I went back to work
with renewed passion.  James attacked my pride and joy as eagerly as I was
doing him and soon we were covered in sweat and gobbling on each other.
	James had me at the edge in no time and I pulled off him and
croaked out, "I'm gonna shoot, James... I'm cumming."  James pulled off my
dick and jerked me off into a powerful orgasm.  Cum sprayed out over my
stomach, my upper thighs, and on James' face and chest.
	I collapsed back onto the bed, panting.  Then I sat back up and
went to town on James, bringing him off almost instantly.  He began bucking
and shaking under my hands as I played with his big balls, sucking his
sensitive head.  I pulled off and his cock shot in big spurts, arching over
his stomach.  I licked on his balls as I felt the muscles contract under my
tongue.
	I lay back on the bed and James turned around so that he was lying
next to me.  I looked down at his chest and smiled.  He was totally coated
in cum.  I kissed his forehead and went to get a towel.  By the time I came
back in, he was sound asleep.


	"I can't stand this waiting, dude.  This was always the worst
part."  I got out of the chair for the fifth time and paced around the
doctor's office.  We had come in for testing the week before, and now it
was time to get our results.
	James laughed at me.  "Come on, Dave, I don't know why you're
nervous.  You said yourself that you hadn't been with anyone since you were
tested last, so you should be fine."
	I looked down at him.  "Yeah, I know," I said.  "My head knows
that.  But it doesn't make any difference to my heart.  What if there was a
mistake before with my tests?  What if there was a mistake with yours?  Oh
God, I don't want anything to happen to you..."
	James jumped up and grabbed my shoulders.  "Dude, settle down!
You're fine, I'm fine.  No problems!"
	I looked at the floor, then back up at his deep brown eyes.  For a
minute, as always, I lost myself in their chocolate depths.  Then I nodded
and sat back down.  James settled into his customary slouch next to me.
"Besides, I can't see how this is the worst part.  For me, it's when they
take that little swab and twirl it around inside your dick, dude.  That
sucks!"
	I looked at James.  He turned to me and made a face that cracked us
both up.  Then, the doctor walked in.  James and I had both known him for a
while.  Doctor Chris Preston was a client of Barry's, and he specialized in
treating gays and lesbians.  He was a very nice guy, and cute too.  James
and I had met his lover at one of Barry's dinner parties a few months back.
	Chris sat down at his desk and smiled at us.  "You know, I think
it's great that you two did this together.  Jack and I got tested at the
same time when we started getting serious.  I hope the wait hasn't been too
hard on you."
	James and I looked at each other.  "Nah," we both said and cracked
up.  It was pretty obvious we were both a little nervous.
	Chris opened the folder.  "Okay, here we go.  We did standard tests
for HIV, herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and all forms of hepatitis
on the two of you.  Dave, you're first."  He scanned the sheet for a
minute.  I grabbed James' hand and held it tightly.  "Dave, you're fine.
Negative in all respects."
	I let out a long breath and smiled big.  "Thanks, Chris.  Oh, I
feel better."
	Chris smiled again.  "I understand you have only been with James
since your last test.  I would venture to say that you're okay for sure,
but to be safe you should still keep using protection for another six
months."
	I smiled.  "I understand."
	Chris looked back down.  "Okay, James.  Your results are," he
paused, looking down.  I looked at James.  He was holding his breath, and
had my hand in a death grip.  Chris looked back up.  "You're negative, too.
All tests negative."
	James let out his breath and closed his eyes for a minute.  He
breathed again.  Then he broke out in a radiant smile.  "Thanks, Doc.
Really... I appreciate this."
	Chris stood up.  "No problem, guys.  I love giving news like that.
Now, go out and start making plans for the future.  I'll see you all soon."
	We said our goodbyes and walked out into the cool November
sunshine.  We both stopped on the sidewalk and looked at each other.
Without any regard to passersby and whoever might see us, we kissed and
hugged each other.  The future, indeed... it looked good.

End of Part VIII

Nope, still nowhere near the end of this story... lots more to come.  Stay
tuned for part 9.