Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 16:41:47 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamie is gay, Chapter 1

This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  There may be graphic sexual encounters at
times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.
If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading
this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - -  please stop here.
If not, - - ENJOY!

Cast of Characters:

James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)

Harold Brian Arthur - My Brother (Habby)

Harold Garfield Arthur -- My dad

William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)

Um, pardon me while I eat some crow:  I said in the prologue, "My parents DID smoke, AND drink, albeit mildly, as well as my mom was a serious Pepsi-holic.  But that hasn't seemed to affect their aging. They both look at least 20 years younger than they are.  Then in another place I said, "Dad had raised us on his own, since my mom was killed by a drunk driver when I was six."

Ummm -- my face is red.  Thanks to Josh for pointing it out!  I guess I have a choice to make, and since I have not written a story where a guy was raised by his dad, I'll go with the last statement.  Okay, here's the deal, if mom HAD lived, no doubt she WOULD look 20 years younger!  How's that?



Chapter 1

For six weeks, I was Will's almost constant companion.  He had to be the
sweetest guy I ever met.  I was falling fast for him.  But he said he
wasn't gay.  He talked about Ronny constantly.  He told me that this was
the longest he ever went without seeing him.  We were just sitting
around, talking before bed.  He had long since noticed that it made me
uncomfortable for him to be nude all the time.  He said he loved being
nude whenever possible.  But now he wore his boxers most of the time, and
I had relaxed to that same standard.

"I really do miss him.  He's like a brother to me.  I was asked to take
on this orientation thing, and I didn't consider how much time I would
be doing it."

"Oh gosh, man!"  I cried, "I'm sorry.  Actually I think I have the
hang of it now.  I didn't mean to - "

"It's okay, Jame!"  He already had a nickname for my nickname!  I
usually hated that, but I couldn't hate anything he said.  "Anyway,
he's coming to see us tomorrow."

"Us?"  I said.  "I don't want to get in your way.  You probably have
a lot to talk about -- like -- me for example!"  I chuckled.

"Naw!  I've been telling him all about you!  He's intrigued to meet
the guy who is taking his place in my heart."

Did I hear that right?  I was taking Ronny's place?  It shot through me
like a bolt of lightning.

"I -- uh -- I -- don't know quite what to say."

"Dude!  Just tell me you love me too!"

"Oh GOD!  Will, I DO, but I was afraid to tell you."

"Jeez, Jame!  It's no wonder you're still a virgin!  You gotta learn
to express yourself more."

"I DO -- around my brother and my dad.  But you -- you -- well, you kind
of intimidate me."

"Now that's just not fair!  What have I done to intimidate you?"  He
said, sounding hurt.

"I just don't know how much I can tell you."

"You can tell me anything, Dude.  ANYTHING!"  I was silent for too
long.  "C'mon, Jame!  Tell me what's on your mind."

"It's crazy.  It's just crazy, Will."

"Maybe it's not."

"Will, I've never been in love -- never known what it feels like.  But
I feel like I'm falling in love - - with you."

"<BIG BREATH> Well!  I didn't expect that!  I think you are maybe
getting a little mixed up -- especially since you have never loved anyone
before."

"I didn't say that.  I love my dad -- and my brother.  But that's not
how this feels.  I really really love you -- and what's crazy is - -
I've only known you six weeks!"

"Well, I don't want to hurt you, Jame.  But I love you too.  Just not
-- not like that."

"But -- but -- you just said that I am taking Ronny's place."

"I didn't say that -- though it's probably partially true.  I said HE
was the one that said that.  Jame, I love you.  I do!"

I looked at him so longingly and so completely pathetically, he beckoned
me to him.  I walked over to him.  He beckoned me closer.  He wrapped his
arms around me.  He pulled me in close -- peepee to peepee!  And I'm
thinking I can't imagine anyone ever hugging this close.  Then I felt
it.  My dick was getting hard.

I moaned and pulled away.  "What?"  He demanded.  "That was just
feeling good!"

"I know!  A little TOO good!  Will, I -- I was -- was - "

"Getting hard?  What in the hell did you expect?  I was too!  We're two
young guys with our hormones going crazy!  What did you expect was gonna
to happen?  Come back here, Skinny Boy"

I approached him warily.  He grabbed me again and pulled me close again,
only this time he put his hands on my butt and squished our hard meat
together.  I tried to back out of it again.  "Jamey!  Stop!  Just let it
happen!  It's not gonna kill you!  And tell me this:  does it feel
good?"  I only could nod.  "Well, Dude that's all it is.  GOOD!  There
is nothing wrong with two bodies warming each other -- two bodies that
love each other."

"I'm confused, I guess."  I stopped squirming.  His cheek was also
next to mine.  I gave in and just let myself meld into him.

"Believe me, Jamey, when you really fall in love -- it will feel better
than this.  This is just two guys that love each other letting it show.
But most guys are so afraid of their own sexuality and /or that someone
will think they're gay, that they won't let another guy into their
space.  See?  This isn't really the kind of love you may be thinking
of."

"Oh."  I said.  "Okay.  G'night, Will." And I moved one hand to his
neck and the other to his butt, and thought, "Yup! This is love!"  I
closed my eyes and lay my head between his neck and shoulder, burying my
face.  Then it happened.  He felt the tear on his neck.

"Jame, would it bother you too much to sleep next to me tonight?  I mean
-- could you sleep?"

"Wha -- what?"  I said, not quite believing my ears.

"I think it might be good for you, if you can sleep."

"I -- I don't know.  I could try.  Damn!  You have any idea the
feelings I'm having right now?"

"Probably not, but -- you know there won't be any sex -- right?  Just a
warm body -- who loves you like a brother."

"I never slept with my brother."

"You should have, Bud."

I never wore Pajama's to bed, but I went and got a tee shirt on and
started putting on some sweats before I went to his bed.  "Aw, Jeez,
Jame!"  he exclaimed.  "Okay, if you'll sleep better that way- - "

"What?"  I said.

"Are you afraid to feel my skin, or what?"

"I just thought - "

"Stop thinking so much.  Don't worry, I won't let you do anything that
you would be sorry for."

I very shakily put my shirt and sweat pants back in the drawer, and clad
only in my own tighty-whities took a big breath and turned out the
light.  I climbed into his bed and into his arms -- and for me the first
time I ever was in another man's bed -- or ever this close to a man --
or boy!

In the dim light all we could see was dark forms.  It was still fall and
still very warm in Santa Barbara, so the covers were thrown back and we
were not covered.

I climbed in and lay on my back, at the very edge of the bed.  I closed
my eyes tightly trying not to do exactly what I did.  I woodied up
immediately.  I tried to breath extra slow and extra softly, but my heart
was beating twice normal speed, and I was getting starved for air.  His
hand touched my side.  I jumped.

"Relax, Jame.  Do you want this?  Or is this too close for you?"

"I'm -- ahem -- a little uncomfortable, but -- let's try it for
awhile."  My voice was not my voice.  It was the voice of a nervous
little boy.  He gently moved his hand to my chest.  I had a bit of chest
hair.

"Oh!"  he whispered.  "I didn't notice this before."  He said as he
tugged on some of my hair.  I chuckled a little.  "Jamey -- don't hang
out so close to the edge of the bed.  Come here a little closer.  I
promise you -- you are safe.  Do you trust me?"

"I -- yes,  but - - I don't know if I trust me!"

"Tell me this.  If you could live out the fantasy -- or let a fantasy
live out in your head right now -- what would it be?"

"I don't even want to think about it."

"It's not gonna happen -- so tell me what it is.  Well, tell me just a
first step that you would see happening -- of you were with the guy of
your dreams."

I THOUGHT: -- "I AM with the man of my dreams."  I SAID: "Uuuhhhm,
well first we would probably hug each other in some way."

"We've already done that, haven't we?"  He said.  So come here,
let's do it again.  I moved over closer to him.  He grabbed my arms and
pulled me on top of him.  It was then I noticed -- he had nothing on at
all. I had to reposition myself because my wood was uncomfortable.
"See?  This is nice, isn't it?"

"Y-y-yeah." I said, almost holding my breath.

"Breathe, Jame!  It's okay to breathe!"  Then he put his hand between
us and repositioned his own wood.  His hand slid past mine.  "That's
okay too.  It won't stay that way forever."  He said.  Then I relaxed
and lay my head on his chest.  From force of habit, My hand went up to
beside my face, right onto one of his tits.  "Oh!"  he moaned.  That
feels great, Jame!  Rub it a little.  I did as he said, and my dick
flexed.  It was answered by his own dick doing the same.  "Really, It's
okay.  What would you do next?"

"I -- I've never kissed a guy."  I said, supremely embarrassed and
hopeful at the same time.

"I have!  But let's save that for - - someone else.  You see, kissing
is the most intimate thing that 2 people can do.  At least on the lips.
Kiss my neck."  I did.  It felt so good.  I could feel every part of him
that was touching me.  His little paunch, his tits.  Of course his dick
was ever present.  It lay right next to mine -- but mine were in my
briefs.  "Turn over".  He said.

"What -- sit on you?"

"Oh!  No!  Lay on your tummy on the sheet."  I did as I was told.  He
gave me a massage like I never dreamed was possible.  When he was
finished -- about 40 minutes later -- I was almost asleep.  He moved away
from me and said, "Move to the center of the bed, and turnover on your
back."  By this time I had complete trust in him.  He then lay on top of
me.  His boner was gone, but mine was still raging.  He kissed my face
and neck, then my shoulders.  Then he kissed my chest and sucked on my
chest hair.  I loved what he was doing, and I was so relaxed!  He sucked
my titty a little and I rubbed his ears and neck.  He then lay his head
on my chest -- still wet from his saliva -- and relaxed.  I could feel
his breath softly on the wetter parts of my chest.  I was in heaven.

HE then slid off me.  I felt cold at first.  He told me to shift to my
side, facing away from him.  I did as I was told.  I had complete trust
by this time.  When he gently removed my briefs, I just let it happen,
raising up at the right time.  He then scooted his naked body up behind
mine.  He whispered in my ear.  "Are you okay, Bud?"

I sighed and said "Ohhh yeahhhh."

"I forgot how good this felt."  He said.  It's been years."  He put
his arm around me and his hand on my chest, and idly fiddled with my
chest hair.  He kissed my neck.  G'nite, Jamey!"

"Mm-hm.  Me too."  I mumbled, almost asleep.  I felt drugged -- only
better.

"What?"  He said.

"Love you too."  I said.

_______________________

I woke up and was staring directly at the clock.  4: 35 AM.  I had to
pee, but we were in the exact position that we went to sleep in, and I
wasn't gonna disturb that at all.  "Awake, Bud?"  He whispered.

"Yeah.  Haven't you slept?"

"Oh yeah!"

"How did you know I was awake?"

"Light sleeper -- I heard -- or felt -- your breathing speed up a
little."

"As long as You're awake, I gotta pee!"

"Me too!"  he said. And he followed me into the bathroom.  I was
standing at the toilet when he said, "Move over!"

"Oh!"  I exclaimed.  "Sorry."  I moved away form the toilet.

"Man, you have more hang-ups!  We can pee at the same time!"  I came
back and peed in the toilet at the same time he was.  He finished before
me and went back to the bed.  When I came in, he was facing away.  I was
a little disappointed.  I did lay back on his bed though.  I was lying
there on my back, thinking about the last few hours. When he said,

"Oh!  Is this way it's gonna be?  I can spoon you, but you can't spoon
me?"

"Oh!"  I said.  "Okay!"  I slid in behind him and my pecker started
to get hard again.  I didn't care.  I just positioned it comfortably and
put my hand and arm over his side.  He had no chest hair to play with,
but his slick, smooth chest felt great!  He took my hand and squeezed it.

"You know earlier when you told me you loved me too?"  he mused.

"M-hm."

"I never said I loved you -- but I do.  I really don't want to have sex
with you -- but your body feels so good -- and that's cuz I love you."
He squeezed my hand again, then brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
I then took the hint and kissed his neck and his shoulders.  He flexed
his shoulders a little and then let my hand go.  My hand seemed to me the
most comfortable resting on his hip.   The last thing I remember was my
hand falling down in front, and resting on something soft.  I kissed his
back.

"Night!  I said.

"Love you too!"  he breathed.

This time I couldn't get back to sleep right away.  I lay as still as I
could, as I heard and felt his breathing slow and deepen.  Just as I was
sure he was asleep, The soft thing that my hand was resting on started
getting hard.  I took a deep breath and willed myself NOT to squeeze it.
I started to ever so slowly remove it.  His breathing sped up slightly as
he grabbed my hand and moaned as he put it back on his turgid penis and
squeezed it with my hand inside his.  I then squeezed it on my own.  He
moaned in his sleep.

I lay there for about an hour wondering if he really was asleep.

Notes:  Some of you have written wondering -- hoping -- betting -- that
Will is gay.  Me too!  Those who have read my other stories know that I
"write from the hip", and even I don't know ahead what will happen in
the next chapter.  It is more fun for me that way, and it sometimes gets
hairy and - - occasionally I make a major f.u. like in the Prologue.  I
will try to minimize these and as always, will try to make the story
entertaining and real -- and heartfelt all at the same time.

Thank you for the mountain of letters I received after my prologue.  As
always, I will try to answer them all in a timely manner.  As always, I
love hearing from you.  Please put "Jamey" in the subject line so I
know it is about the story and -- which story!

Thanks and Love, Steve (stevethomas535@hotmail.com)