Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2009 23:15:31 -0400
From: James Stanley <jtex2392@gmail.com>
Subject: Hunter_and_James Ch4

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my own creation, please don't steal it or repost it somewhere else as your
own. For the protection of the innocent the names and locations in this
story have been changed. The events in this story are not real, but the
boys these characters represent are, as is their still-ongoing
relationship. This story is a fictional account of how it could have begun,
and continued, had the boys lived closer together.

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Hunter and James, Chapter 4

	James yawned at the sun, the yellow light of morning pouring into
his bedroom window. "Wait, I have curtains..." James thought. Then the
realization hit him- he was at Hunter's house, he had spent the night.
Saturday greeted James with the smells of Hunter's still-quiet home, the
low hum of a heater echoing through the hallways and walls surrounding
him. Next to him, still lying curled up in a ball lay a small-framed
brown-haired beauty, one James never wanted to take his eyes away
from... or his hands, or his tongue... you get the idea.

	"Sleep okay?" James asked, as he stroked the sleeping boy's warm
cheek.

	"I was," replied a groggy, slightly immature voice. "but that's
okay... what time is it?"

	"Your clock says 7:30." James said.

	"Okay... so it's 9:15. What do you want for breakfast?"

	"Whoa," James said in surprise, cocking his head. "Why is the clock
set to the wrong time?"

	"Because," Hunter said nonchalantly, "The calculation's easy and
I've grown so used to it that if I ever changed it I'd think it was the
wrong time!"  At this, both boys gave a crooked grin. The loved each
other's quirks, but often the boys found them hilarious.

	Hunter and James had been together now for three months. Three very
happy months that went by very, very fast. School days were a blur- well,
the two class periods the boys shared, at least. Neither of them would
leave Gym or Microsoft Cert.  with any kind of knowledge
whatsoever. Neither boy cared.

	If you're doing the math, then you know after three months of
school, Christmas comes into our lives. Trees get cut and sold, dads hang
precariously from ladders as the Christmas lights are hung, and drivers
learn that snow is only a beautiful sight in the absence of that tricky
ice.

	December is a romantic month, and it was as well for Hunter and
James. They spent much time at each other's houses, their mothers began to
become rather well-acquainted, and after some time the families began to
meet together for lunches and dinners; either at a restaurant, or at one
home or the other. The boys spent as much time together as possible, and
today was no exception. The 5th of December: the sun was out, casting light
and shadow into the kitchen like a stage. Hunter struggled to flip bacon
whilst burdened by a groggy and very huggy James, the taller boy's arms
wrapped warmly around Hunter's waist.

	"Is that the bacon sizzling or just you?"  James chided playfully,
still not letting go of the boy he loved.

	"It's the bacon, and you're horny, I can tell." Hunter came back,
reaching behind him for James' morning wood to emphasize his words.

	"You know me so well." Said James, with a grin. He kissed Hunter's
cheek softly.

	"I love you too, James, you know that; but unlike you I happen to
know you'll be hungry soon, so let me make some breakfast okay?" At James'
disappointed and unconvinced frown, Hunter said, with a grin: "And if you
want, after breakfast you can eat my sausage."

	"OK!" James yelped, perking up. Ever since he'd met Hunter, he
rarely was with him one waking moment without an uncontrollable grin
plastered on his face. It was just something about Hunter that did that to
him- he couldn't control it, he didn't have to actually feel happy- he
simply couldn't stop smiling when Hunter was around. Which worked out fine,
because Hunter always told him how much he loved James' smile.

	Despite the discovery that they liked one another, and despite
falling in love, the boys were still both very new to relationships, and
struggled occasionally at theirs. They had yet to have sex, both wanting to
make sure they were ready, but had only recently- very recently- began
blowing each other. Hunter was often nervous about doing sexual things with
James, but this time he caught James off guard by taking things to the next
level when they were taking turns jerking each other off while they made
out. James could still remember that day...

	"So, you gonna sit there pointing at me, or do you want me to fix
that?" A shirtless Hunter asked James seductively. Not catching on right
away to the banter, James looked at his hands. Hunter corrected him by
grabbing James' hard member through his pajamas.

	"Oh, that." James said sheepishly, turning a rather hot shade of
crimson. Hunter came back at him with a grin. It was a naughty grin, the
kind that, while invigorating, can scare you just a little bit. A lustful
grin.

	Hunter's lips met James' own for about the thousandth time since
they'd first met. "Kissing- better than sex." James always said. Hunter
wanted to find out. Today.

	Hunter's fingers rubbed James' cock through his pajamas; they were
at James' house, sleeping over. Hunter didn't plan on much sleeping,
however. Hunter reached into James' boxers now, his lips never leaving
those of the beautiful blonde he so enjoyed kissing. Hunter's tongue
tangled with James' while his fingers wrapped around James' warm cock. 7
inches of hard-yet-soft meat pulsated in Hunter's small hand, and he used
his other to lower James' pajamas and boxers. James' dick finally free from
its confines, Hunter switched his hand around to begin jerking his friend
properly.

	Hunter could feel James' cockhead swelling, and he knew his head
was down and his eyes were rolled back into his head- he was close. Hunter
felt like surprising James- and boy was he surprised! James suddenly felt
the wet warmth of Hunter's young mouth on his cock, and it wasn't a whole
minute before warm, creamy cum flew into Hunter's mouth and coated the
inside of his tanned cheeks.

	"That... that was incredible Hunter... why... why'd you do that??
You didn't have to, ya know." James said in shock, coming down from his
high.

	"I know."  The immature-voiced boy came back, cutely. "Will you do
me now?"

	"With pleasure." James said, now with his own lustful grin.



	Back to today...



	James lay on the couch, watching the news, while Hunter was
finishing breakfast. James usually let Hunter cook regardless of whose
house they were in- the boys were often up before their mothers, and Hunter
not only liked to cook, but James had virtually no knowledge of cooking
whatsoever. He could fix a stove, but I wouldn't ask him to use one!

	Hunter came over to James without him really noticing, and spun
himself to lay facing up on James' developing chest. Both boys smiled at
one another, as James watched Hunter run his hands over James' nipples, and
into the crease between his chest muscles. James pulled Hunter closed to
him, hugging the boys blonde skin close to his own, and whispering softly
into his small ear.

	"I love you, Hunter."