Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 09:16:30 -0500
From: R King <rjswim101@hotmail.com>
Subject: College: Waiting for James (2)

Another episode finished!  If ya'll don't know me, I wrote Perfection and
Flawless in the high school section.  They're a little old, but worth
checking out (in my opinion).  So read them and give me a shout and tell me
how ya'll like them.

And hey, I don't know much about college (I'm a senior in HS) so don't
attack me if I get some of the technicalities wrong.

James and Jake (names changed) are actually college friends of mine, and,
unbeknownst to them, I've written this story about them.  No, neither of
them are gay (to my knowedge), but everything I've said them are true and
those boys are damn fine.  They'd be a gorgeous couple if they only saw each
other the way they do in this story.  If only life would work out perfectly.

E-mail me your comments and let me know if I should either write more, or
permanently stop all contact with my keyboard.

Oh, and thanks for all ya'lls e-mails.  I was pretty surprised at the number
of people who wrote me. . . Be sure and let me know also if you want
something to happen in the story or have an idea where it should go from
here.

RJSWIM101@hotmail.com

If ya'll aren't eighteen, go jack off to your daddy's porno.  If ya'll are
eighteen, go jack off to your daddy's porno.  There's no beat-off sex scenes
in this story.

WAITING FOR JAMES (2)

The warmth brought me slowly out of slumber into the world of the concious.
I tried to move, but the pain in my neck made me lie back suddenly.  I
massaged the sore bones, and was surprised to find a heating pad under my
head and a light blanked thrown over my feet.  His eyes were the next thing
I saw, large and beautiful, looking down at me with an expression of pure
trust and care.

I turned over on my side, and stretched, the cramps fleeing from my slowly
awakening body.  "Ouch."  One of my bones popped in my feet, and I frowned.
"What happened?"

James brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed it slowly, the soft yet firm
touch bringing me to the final stage of awareness.  "You fell asleep in
front of the fireplace last night," he said slowly, and I could tell by the
color rising into his cheeks that he was embaressed to talk.  "After you,
you know, we," he trailed off.

"After we made love," I finished bluntly.  He nodded and grinned widely.

"Yeah, that's it.  You fell asleep with your head against the couch and got
a neck cramp so I put you in bed with this heating pad.  I don't know if
that was the right thing to do, but I made some coffee and-."

I kissed him softly, letting his words trail off as he opened his mouth and
let my tounge inside.  I dropped my hand to his chest and rubbed in small
circles around his defined abs, the warmth and vibrance of his youth passed
into me, and I could feel him trembling.  "You were rambling, James," I said
as we broke slowly.  He nodded and motioned toward the kitchen.

"You want some coffee?"

I lay back down on the bed, pressing my nose to the pillow.  I inhaled the
smell of James; his hair and the faint scent of his aftershave.  I sighed
and closed my eyes.  "Everything about you is so beautiful."  God, that
sounded so corny, but I felt the need to show him how important he was to
me.  "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He blushed again, this time the color rushing even more quickly ito his
cheeks.  The first week living together and he was already turning red when
I either told him I loved him or told him to fuck me.  Basically, the same
thing.  I pulled him down on top of me, and kissed him slowly, letting my
eyes close and concentrating on the warm feel of his lips and tounge.

I brushed my nose against his and wrapped my legs around his.  "I'd like
some coffee, but there's something I'd like even more."  I emphasized my
point by slowly pushing myself up into him, feeling him beginning to get
aroused.

He moved up a little, the lump of his erection pressing into my stomach, and
his chest in front of my face.  I took his nipple into my mouth and slowly
bit down, listening carefully as his breathing increased in intensity and
frequency.  His body radiated warmth and I looked up to see his eyes closed
and his mouth open slightly.  I traced a single finger down his back and
tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling the thin material down over
the curves of his perfect ass.

Whoever said morning sex doesn't work is a moron.  Seriously.

He bent over and I watched as he stared at me through the hair hanging down
in front of his eyes.  Remind me to trim his bangs some time soon.  He
gently bent over and ran his tounge along my shoulderblades, then returning
up to suck at my neck, gently rolling the flesh inbeteen his teeth.  I moved
under him, trying to free my hands, but he kept them firmly pinned at my
side.

Moving down lower and lover, he got on his knees and kissed me again, this
time forcefully shoving his tounge into my mouth, pushing me back against
the headboard.  I breathed out into his mouth and was about to cry out as
his body pushed into mine again, but I was silenced by his tounge.  His
skilled hands pushed my boxers down to my knees, and he expertly worked them
off my body without losing contact with my mouth.

I moved down slowly until my face was directly in front of his erection.  I
breathed slowly on it, watching as he watched me carefully.  I gently
stroked him up and down, continuing to breath gently on his dick, letting it
pulse in my hand.  I slid my hands around to his back and pulled him slowly
down into my mouth, feeling the thickness in the back of my throat.  The
taste of James is unexplainable, just clean and masculine but slightly
different.  Something he only posesses.  I heard him groan from above me,
and begin to buck his hips, driving himself in and out of my mouth.  I ran
my tounge around the head as he pulled out, and then relaxed as he drove
back in.

I lay back and let him take control, watching as his smooth body broke into
a sweat, a shiny sheen coating his body.  The scent of his sweat and
excitement his my brain and, almost like an aphrodisiac, sent my mind into
overdrive.  Through my sex-fogged mind, I heard as he groaned, and felt the
familiar jerks that told me he was about to orgasm.  Shoving all the way
into my mouth, I felt as he pulsed several times, and his seed beginning to
flood the back of my throat.  I pulled back and to catch some in my mouth.
He finally relaxed, and pulled out, some of his cum dribbling down my chin.
I swallowed him and felt as the sweet warmth slid down into my stomach.  I
moved back up and kissed him, letting his tounge search out the remains of
his load in my mouth.

He slid his arms behind me and pulled me up in a passionate kiss.  His body
language alone told me how much he appreciated what I had done for him.
Limp and exhausted, he lay back on the bed and we slowly seperated.  I
watched him carefully as he lay there, staring at the ceiling.  His hair was
messy and disheveled, and his body was shiny with sweat.  His hands were
clasped underneath his head, the short wiry hair under his armpits open to
the air.  His eyes were glazed and his mouth hung open a little.  James
after sex.  I was beginning to enjoy this.

"You know, Matt never swallowed my load, he always spit it in the trash,"
James said slowly as he turned back to face me.

"I'd never let anything associated with you come close to the trash," I
said, stroking his muscular arms, feeling the small hairs covering the
smooth skin.  "Anyway, you taste wonderful."

"I know," he said smiling.  "Wouldn't want to waste it, right?"

I shrugged and hugged him to me, feeling the newly relaxed legs and arms,
and the satisfied peacefulness which blanketed us.

"Hey, it's your turn," he said kissing my cheek.  "I want you inside me."

I was a little shocked, and I'm sure it showed because me laughed and gave
my hard dick a few quick rubs.  "You scream so much when I fuck you that I
want to see what I'm missing."

He pushed me up against the headboard, and faced me, squatting over my body.
  "Now Jake, I'm going to ride you," he said, slowly running his hands over
my erection, lubing my rod with the remnants of his cum.  "I'm going to fuck
myself on your dick."  He moved lower, teasing himself with the head,
holding it just outside his hole.

I let out a slow breath.  The sight of James, beautiful James naked getting
ready to plunge down onto my cock was too much.  I reached up and gently
pinched his nipple, watching his face carefully as he slowly sat down.

"Fuck," he breathed out quickly, and I could tell he was in intense pain.
His beautiful face was screwed up into a grimace, and I felt as the head
slid in slowly.  It was so tight.  Tight and warm, and I felt a drop of
blood slowly roll down my hard shaft.

"Are you alright?" I asked and massaged his moist skin, running my hands
along his neck and shoulders.

"Damn," he said in a short burst, smiling weakly at me as he continued to
push me further into him.  "Don't let anyone fool you, your first time will
hurt like a mother fucking bitch."

I slowly played my hands along his chest, feeling the sharp ridges of his
muscles rise and fall as he clenched and unclenched, trying to relax.

"Alright, I'm going all the way," he said shakily, and sat down all the way.
  He gasped loudly, and bit his lip so hard blood showed.  "God damn that
hurts," he whispered, and a tear trickled down his cheek.  "Sorry Jake."

I wiped the tear away and smiled at him, watching as he moved a little,
trying to get a new angle.  He pulled up, and then slowly sat back down, the
grimace slowly turning into a smile.

"Found your prostate, have I?"

He nodded and brushed a hand through my hair.  "I love looking down on you
Jake, watching as I give you pleasure."  He slowly began moving up and down,
impaling himself again and again.  The warm tightness of him was like
nothing I'd felt before.  I was moaning now, loudly, watching as he
continued to move up and down.

"Fuck Jake, that feels so good," he breathed heavily.  "I can feel you, it
feels so full and so good."

I closed my eyes and felt the tingling begin to move down my spine.  I
bucked up into him, listening to his escalating moans of pleasure.  I
reached up and began to slowly jack him off again, running my hands across
his stiffness, determined to bring him to release at the same time.

He brought a hand up to my mouth, shoving his middle finger in between my
lips, his finger searching around, then driving in and out.  I was getting
close, and his loud cries of ecstacy finally brought me over the edge.  I
pulled him all the way down at the same time shoving up as far as I could.
The look on his face was priceless as I felt my load shoot up into him,
inside him.  He groaned as he felt the wetness flood his body, and I
continued to masturbate him, quickly bringing him to orgasm.  He shot and
shot, white streams of come flying at me.  I opened my mouth, catching a few
shots on my tounge, rolling it around and savoring his familiar flavor.

He slowly climbed off me, lying on top of me, the gooey wetness of his load
glueing us together.  The room smelled like sex, my breath, my body, his
body, the sheets.  I kissed him, once again sharing the taste of his cum and
he opened his mouth, forcing his saliva down my throat.  We were slick and
sweaty, and I grabbed a handful of his hair, mashing our lips together.

When we finally broke apart, he looked down at me with a smile.  "I love you
so much Jake, you make me feel so good."

I nodded in agreement and tasted him again, running my tounge over his and
across the roof of his mouth.  He moaned in appreciation, and I slapped his
ass.  "Time for that coffee bitch."

He jumped off the bed, and ran naked into the kitchen.  I watched as his
beautiful body bounded down the hall.  Just like a puppy.  Loyal, excited,
and full of unbridled energy.  I stretched and rubbed his remaining drops of
cum into my skin, savoring the masculine smell.  I pulled the covers back
over myself, surrendering to the warmth and closeness, listening as he
banged around looking for a mug in the kitchen.

I felt his presence again and the sharp smell of the coffee.  He pulled back
the covers, slipping into bed next to me.  I kissed his neck and wrapped my
arms around his lean body.

"Why don't we just spend the day in bed?" I mumbled against his chest,
watching as it rose and fell with his breath.

"Sounds great."

And then he was asleep.

*****

The phone rang and I slowly opened my eyes.  I disentangled myself from
James and softly slipped my boxers and a tank top on.  His eyes were closed
and he looked so beautiful there; naked, lying beneath the covers, his
beautiful sensual lips begging to be kissed.

The phone rang again and I softly padded out of the room and into the
kitchen.

"Hey, Jake here."

"Kylie here Jake, I need to talk to you."

I sat down at the breakfast table, the light streaming in through the half
opened blinds.  "Sure babe, what do you need?"

"I'm pregnant Jake, I just found out yesterday."

I was a little stunned.  Kylie was the last person I expected to get
pregnant, she was such a prude about sex.  "Jesus, since when did you start
having sex?"  She was so religious, and I couldn't imagine her, of all
people, having a child.

"God Jake, I made such a big mistake.  I got so angry with my parents that I
went out and did a stupid thing.  Such a stupid fucking thing.  And now I'm
pregnant."

I could hear her beginning to cry, and I realized how desperate she must be.
  "You parents," I began, and almost regretted it.  "They'll,  um, throw you
out, right?"

She sobbed and I tried again.  "I mean, they wanted you to have a kid
eventually, but this is way early.  And do you even know who the father is?"

Her silence I took for a no.

"Jake, I need a big favor from you."  She sounded at the end of her rope,
her voice was shaking and I could almost see the tears streaming down her
face.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need you to be the father."  She paused and I drew in a sharp breath.

"Why?"

"Jake, my parents love you.  They trust you, they respect you, and they
always wanted us together, you know that.  I know that you're, you know, not
interested in girls, but I really need you right now.  Just say you're the
father, and I won't ask anything else from you.  I just need a break, I need
to able to pretend it was planned, that we're togeher, that I wasn't just a
two cent whore."

I sighed hopelessly.  "Alright Kylie, I'll do it.  But I have someone right
now who I love very much.  How do you think he'll feel about it?"

"Don't tell him.  I'm in high school, you're in college, he'll never find
out.  I'm sure it's not that big of a deal."

I fiddled with my pencil.  "Alright, when do I have to come home?"

"I'll probably start showing in a couple months, so come home over winter
break."

"Alright," I shook my head.  "Kylie, you owe me one."

"I know that, I love you, Jake, you're my savior."

*****

"So I was hoping you could come home and meet my family over Christmas
break."  James was in the library, his book open on the table.  He had on
his new glasses and a sweater.  He looked so intellectual, yet sexy as hell.

"Sorry, I've," I started, and slowed myself down.  "Sorry James, I've got to
visit a friend who's sick right now.  She really needs me, but I'd love to
meet your family any other time."

He frowned and stuck his bottom lip out.  Trust me, when a jock pouts, it's
the cutest thing since beanie babies.  "Stop it James, or I'll leap across
the table and have my way with you right here and now.

He winked and slowly ran his foot up my leg.  I glared at him and he frowned
again, returning his attention to his book.  I watched as he scanned the
page, concentrating hard.  I felt so bad for having lied to him, but it was
the only way.  He couldn't know, he wouldn't understand.  For all purposes,
I was the real father, we had sex, I got her pregnant, and I couldn't tell
anyone the real truth.  That was between Kylie and me.

I watched as he wrote something down, the small muscles subtly moving in his
arms.  He was so beautiful.  He looked up and caught my stare.  He gave me
one of his beautiful smiles that showed all his straight teeth, and
continued to work.

God Jake, how do you get yourself into these positions?

*****

"Halle May."  I read the plaque and turned to give Kylie a wry smile.  "So,
I'm glad you decided to consult the father before naming his own child."  I
couldn't help but add a drop of sarcasm to my voice.  She was beautiful, and
she had Kylie's wide brown eyes.

Kylie laughed, and the sound was musical.  "Sorry Jake, but if I'd left it
up to you, her name would have been Charlene or Betty Jo or something really
cheap and trailer park-like."

"Hey, you can take the man from the trailer park, but you can't take the
trailer park from the man."  I burped loudly to give emphasis to my words.
I'd never lived in a trailer park before, but why pass up a chance to spout
a good line or two?  Trust me, my logic gets weaker than that.

"Jake smile."  I turned around and my camcorder was thrust in my face.
Kylie's mother's rotund face blocked my vision, and the little red light
blinked inches from my nose.  "Say something for posterity."

Kylie grabbed me around the waist.  "What can we say, we're as happy as can
be."

I smiled and waved.  "Hey Halle, your probably watching this when you're
sixteen and giving your mom and me a really hard time.  Just remember when
you were this cute and innocent."  I took the camera and zoomed in on her
face.  She immediately began to cry and drool all over herself.  I pulled
the camera back and handed it back to Kylie's mom.

"You're going to be the best father ever," Kylie said happily, kissing me on
the cheek.  She turned back to her mother.  "Turn off the camera mother."

"You three are darling together," she said, zooming back out to get the
three of us, the crib, and some people milling about the room.  "Okay, I'm
turning it off, but I want to get a shot or two more of you cuties later."

Kylie took the camera and put it back into my bag, and we moved over to the
sofa.  Kylie picked Halle up from the crib and hugged her, watching as the
little girl spit all over her sweater.  My phone rang, and I hurriedly
searched my pockets.

"'lo?"

"Jake?"

I smiled and relaxed, letting my eyes close.  His voice was deep and
relaxed, sexy and cool.  I could imagine him, draped across a couch in just
his boxers, holding the phone to his ear.  I wanted to pour myself into the
phone lines and be at his side.

"Hey stud," I said quietly, just listening to him breathe.

"I just wanted to tell you I was thinking about you."

I smiled and put my legs up on the coffee table.  "I'm fine, now that I can
hear your voice."

Kylie's mom beckoned me over, insisting I meet more people, and I knew that
I couldn't refuse.  "James, I have to go, something's urgent.  But I love
you and I wish I could be there with you so much."

"Me too babe, I love you so much."

*****

I was typing a paper, watching as one hour became two, then three, and
pretty soon I was sitting with a paper full of scribbled ideas and a blank
screen.  I shut off the monitor and massaged my forehead, feeling the desire
to sleep overcome my senses.  I flicked on the lamp next to the computer and
hoped the dim brightness would help me focus.  I couldn't fall asleep, not
now.

"Jake?"  I looked up to see James standing in the doorway, his trademark
grin plastered across his face.

"Hey baby."  I got up and hugged him, allowing him a chaste kiss on the
lips.  I couldn't afford to get hot and bothered now, that wouldn't help my
essay on the legal buisness system.

"I have a video composition to work on tommorow, can I borrow your
camcorder?"

"Jesus, don't ask about something as small as that."  I poked him in the
stomach.  "Just take it, it's probably in the cabinet above the stereo."

He kissed me on the cheek and I turned back to the computer and turned the
monitor back on.  Feeling refreshed, I began to type.

*****

I lay back against the couch, trying to concentrate on the text.  Sixty
boring pages of tiny print stretched out in front of me, and all I could
think about was James' beautiful cock inside of me and the sexy way he
moaned when he came.

I glanced at the clock.  That now makes him twenty three minutes late, more
than he's ever been before.  I looked over to the kitchen and contemplated
reheating the reheated leftovers.  But he'd be home soon so it didn't matter
anyway.

I returned to my captivating novel until I heard the key in the lock turn,
and the door open.  James was wet, with sweat.  His face was flushed and he
looked lost.  His white shirt was almost transparent and clinging to his
body.

"Good lord James, what were you doing?"

He shrugged, and took his shoes off.  "I ran home from practice.  I needed
to let off a little steam."  His face remained expressionless, and I could
tell he was angry with me.

I put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.  "What's going on
James?  Why are you so touchy?"

"I'll tell you what's wrong, this is what's wrong."  He reached into his
backpack and pulled out my video camera.  "Apparently, you forgot to remove
that touching tape of your 'friend' that you visited over Christmas break.
The friend that was more important to me."

I opened my mouth, trying to explain, but he cut me off.

"I've been played for a fool Jake.  How could I honestly believe that you
loved me.  You're a liar, and a cheater."

I was shocked at the words coming from his mouth.  His eyes were flashing
and angry, and he looked as if he could throw me across the room.  He was
hurt, and with good reason.

"James, I-," but again, I couldn't finish.

"Fuck you Jake.  I had to sit in the middle of class watching you, your
future wife, and your daughter have a family moment together.  I'm supposed
to be the most important person in your life, me.  Maybe it's selfish, but I
thought I had already obtained that position."

He hunched over, holding his head in his hands.  He was crying, but I knew
he wouldn't let me see.  I sat down next to him and tried to grab his hand,
but he shoved me aside angrily.

"You lied to me, and played me.  And it breaks my heart Jake."

I couldn't speak.  I wanted to hug him and tell him the truth.  I just
wanted to tell him what had really happened.  But when he turned his
tearstained face toward me, his beautiful eyes pleading for me to tell him
that I loved him and that there was a rational explanation, all I could do
was stare.

He stood up slowly, and I watched as he walked slowly toward the bedroom.  I
stared as he gathered his books and his laptop and put them into a cardboard
box.  I stared as he opened the door, turning to give me one last look.  And
I stared as I saw the hurt and rejection on his face before he turned and
left, the door slamming closed behind him.  I heard his footsteps receding
down the hall, and I finally broke down.  It was my fault.  My fault for
lying, my fault for hurting him, my fault for not taking the tape out, and
my fault for not telling him how much he meant to me.  Everything was my
fault.  I heard the squeal of tires and I knew he had gone.  And that I
probably wouldn't get a second chance.

I turned back, and walked into the bedroom.  The closet only contained empty
hangers on his side, and his papers and books were gone from the desk.  His
glasses were missing from their place on the nightstand, and I knew before
looking into the bathroom that his toothbrush and razor were gone.  I lay
down on the bed, breathing in the lingering sweet smell of him, and fell
asleep that way, clutching the pillow to my nose.

*****

I saw him over the next few days.  He seemed happy, smiling to all of his
baseball buddies.  It seemed we had never known each other.  Never shared
those kisses or the moments.  Never made the passionate love to each other I
recalled so vividly.  His eyes never met mine, and it was like I had
disappeared from the face of the planet to him.  I passed him in the hall,
and he looked so perfect.  The body, the hair, the teeth, the smile, the
clothes.  He had it together, he was going to be successful, and end up with
someone a lot better at relationships than I was.

I ended up hating myself for it.  I had let the most perfect thing in my
life slip out of my fingers.  I was tired and I had been walking around
aimlessly for most of the day.  It was beginning to get dark, and I found
myself at the door to the music conservatory.

The stage was almost pitch black, and the last of the dying light filtered
through the high windows.  I heard faint music, and as I moved closer and
closer to the door, it got louder.  I watched fascinated as the sound
unfolded and unraveled, beautiful yet sad.  I almost choked when I realized
that James was sitting at the piano.

He was hunched over the keys, and I sat mesmerized as his long fingers
skimmed over the keyboard.  He was involved with the music so intensely, and
I could tell by the way he moved that he was putting his all into the
performance.  I slowly walked down the center aisle, and stood at the first
row, watching as he continued to play, seemingly oblivious to the outside
world.  I saw the wetness in his eyes, and realized quickly that he was
crying.

I turned and walked out, letting myself out softly through the front doors,
being careful not to let the heavy iron lock slide into place.  His music
was muffled, but still audible.  I watched through the marbled glass at his
blurred figure.

All the pain and remorse that I had piled inside myself poured out, and I
cried and cried.  I hugged my knees to my body and huddled in the corner
next to the stone stairwell.  I cried for Kylie, for Halle, for myself, but
mostly for James.  The man I had betrayed and hurt so much.

And I cried on his shoulder as I felt his arms encircle me, holding me
close.  I opened my eyes, and he wiped my eyes on his shirt sleeve.  "Tell
me what happened Jake, tell me what's going on with you."

I buried my face in his chest and just held him, feeling the solidness and
warmth of him.  "I'll tell you later James.  I just need to know that you
still love me."

He squeezed my hands and massaged my palms with his long fingers.  "I love
you Jake.  I'm hurt, but I still love you."

I took a breath and stood up.  "I guess I have some explaining to do."

*****

TBC.  I couldn't leave you with them not being together.  Lame, but it's
just me.  Write me what you think or what you think should happen.  I'm open
to suggestions RJSWIM101@hotmail.com