Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2016 09:42:08 +0000
From: Secret Writer <secret_writer@outlook.com>
Subject: Joe James - 02

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Marcus must have sensed me wake up, because he turned over almost
immediately, so that we were facing each other.

"Hey babe."  Babe?  I'm not sure how I feel about that.  But I probably
like it.

"Hey..."  It was all I could manage before I felt him grabbing my hard
dick and my words degenerated into a non-sensical moan.  It didn't
matter, he kissed me and I stopped trying to talk.

"I thought I must have been dreaming" he said, "but you're here."

"Yeah, I'm really here.  Don't worry, I can't believe it either."  Which
was true.

"Well it's all true, there's even evidence."

I followed his gaze and saw what he meant.  We were both covered in dried
on cum.  Damn we made a mess last night.  We both laughed, and I
refocussed his attention by wrapping my hand around his dick.  He was
very slowly wanking me, so I did the same to him.  Kissing him again, I
moved towards him, so that I could be on top of him again, like we were
last night.  But Marcus had other ideas, again.  He pushed me back down,
on my back, flat on the bed, and moved himself so that he was kneeling
next to me.  Then he started to kiss me, down my neck, onto my shoulder.
 Moving a little lower, he kissed and licked his way across my chest,
taking care to make sure he spent a good couple of minutes on each
nipple.  I had no idea that would feel so intense, and I was moaning
gently.  Lower still, down my stomach and all around my belly button,
making me laugh.  And lower again, oh god.  Teasing me, he moved across
to my hip, kissing and licking, avoiding my dick.  And then back, over my
thigh.  I spread my legs a little wider as he started to kiss the inside
of my thigh.  I could hear myself saying his name, desperate for him to
touch me where I wanted it most.  Ohhh fuck, he licked my balls.
 Licking, sucking, kissing them.  I knew I was moaning louder now, but
didn?t really care.  He was obviously deliberately teasing me, but it was
amazing none the less, as he started to move his mouth higher, kissing
the base of my dick, and moving up, slowly, all long it.  And then he
stopped.  More or less on his hands and knees, kneeling to the side of
me, I could feel his breath on the head of my dick, he looked back at
me.

"Fuck Marcus, please."  He smiled.  I tried to push my hips up but he
just moved his head away, keeping me just out of reach.  He placed one
hand on my stomach and pushed my back down onto the bed.  He is
definitely stronger than me so there wasn't much point in trying to push
against him.  I did anyway, but it was no use.  He moved closer, and
gently kissed the head of my now throbbing dick.

I was starting to moan and also to tell him to just fucking suck me, but
I didn't have to.  He took my whole dick head into his mouth, closing his
lips around it.  Oh.  Fucking.  Wow.  I couldn't believe it, this
amazing, incredible, gorgeous boy was actually sucking me!

"You like it then?"  Marcus had the biggest grin on his face.

"Of course I like it!"

"Good."

With that, he sucked my dick back into his mouth.  But this time, he kept
going.  Sucking more and more of my dick into his mouth, down his throat,
until there wasn't any more to get in.  I have obviously actually died,
heaven exists,  and this must be what it is like.  He is taking my whole
dick in and out of his mouth, up and down, slowly covering and then
uncovering me with that hot, wet, unbelievable feeling.  Going slightly
faster, he stopped holding me down and I was able to start thrusting up
to meet his mouth.   Lifting my head up, I could actually watch as my
dick entered his mouth, all the way in.  And what was even hotter, was
seeing that Marcus was enjoying this as well, wanking himself as he
sucked me.
The intensity was like nothing I've ever experienced, and I could already
feel myself tensing up, I was going to cum really quick.  I was going to
tell him, to warn him, but words didn't really form properly as my
breathing and my moaning increased.  I knew that I wasn't going to last
very long, but at the same time, it felt like the slowest, longest ever
build up.  My hands gripped the bed sheets either side of me as I tried
to stop myself from crying out, desperate for him to give me just that
little bit more so that I could cum.
Yet somehow, I seemed to be balancing on the edge of that moment for
absolutely ages.  Half in total ecstasy, half frustrated desperation.

And then it started.  But not like ever before.  It was like my whole
body was going to very slowly explode. My chest was tight, and I could
literally feel my heart kind of fluttering.  I briefly wondered if I was
having a heart attack and this was how I was going to die.  It wouldn't
be a bad way to go.  My stomach was trembling, in fact, I was starting to
shake all over.  Almost like shivering except I wasn't cold.  The
familiar tightening in my balls seemed more noticeable than usual, so
that my balls were actually aching, but in a really good way.  And my
dick, oh god, I swear it must have been like an inch longer than usual
and so unbelievably hard.  I didn't know if I was going to laugh or cry
or yell, or what the hell was going to happen.

Of course what actually happened was that I woke up, with a massive hard
on, realising that I'd been dreaming.

Ha ha ha, no, not really.  Although I did kind of expect that to happen.
 I started to cum, and I mean, I could literally feel my cum being fired
up and out of my dick.  And Marcus just carried on, swallowing and
sucking, although his own wanking seemed to pick up  a gear.  When I had
finished and my dick got too sensitive Marcus knelt back, looking down at
me.  All I could really do right then was lay there smiling.  He was
wanking hard and fast now, right next to me.  I lifted my hand and played
with his balls, just rubbing and gently squeezing, and almost immediately
he started to cum.  Shooting all over my dick, and my chest, and, well,
just all over me.  If this morning had not already pre-qualified, this
would definitely have made it The Hottest Moment Of My Life.
Marcus sort of collapsed next to me, putting his arm around me and
pulling us closer.  His cum now sticking us together.  Neither of us
spoke for a couple of minutes.  I don't know about him, but I just
couldn't.

"Good morning babe" he eventually said.

"Yeah, good morning" I replied.

I don't know how long we were asleep like that for, but when I next woke
up it was just after 10.00am.  Marcus was gone, but I could hear the
shower running.  I was kinda disappointed that he didn't wait for me so
we could shower together.  But looking down at my mostly soft and highly
satisfied dick, nothing was going to happen right now anyway.  The water
shut off and seconds later Marcus was stood in front of me, naked, wet,
fucking amazing.  He was drying his hair and clearly wasn't worried about
me watching the rest of his incredible body.

"The shower's all your babe, towels on the rack."
I got out of bed and stood up, walking past him to get to the bathroom.
 We kissed, and then kissed some more.

"Go get cleaned up babe, then we'll go down for breakfast."
The shower was just what I needed.  Both to clean up and wake up.  As
much fun as it had been getting covered in cum, it was nice to feel clean
and fresh.  I walked back in to Marcus' bedroom, towel wrapped around my
waist.

"Fucking hell Joe."

"What?"  Marcus was shaking his head but smiling at me.

"Nothing.  You should get dressed, even though it's a shame to cover you
up."

"Yeah, OK, but about that....?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anything I can wear?  I only have the suit from last
night."

"Oh, right, yeah, of course."

We sorted through some of his clothes and settled on an old T-shirt which
was now too small for him and some jogging bottoms which were really
still too big for me but elasticated so didn't look terrible.  It will do
for breakfast anyway. Oh yeah, breakfast.  In Marcus' house.  With other
people.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Who else is going to be home today?"

"Tom and Leanne I guess, and then just Dad and us.  Why?"

"Oh OK.  It's just, well... what are they going to think... about me I
mean... staying over... with you?"

"Nothing, why?  It's not like you're the first boy I've ever brought
home....."

Well that kind of stung.

"Shit, sorry.  I don't mean like I do this all the time."

"Right..."

"No babe, I'm sorry.  You weren't even talking about me were you."

"Not so much"

"So when you said you've never done this before, does that mean no-one
even knows your gay?"

"Well it's never come up.  It's not a secret, but I've never had to
really say it either."

Marcus came up to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Joe, babe, we're just having breakfast.  Walking in and saying 'hi I'm
Joe and I'm gay' would actually be a bit weird you know?"

I smiled.

"Yes, stupid, I know that.  It's just weird, they'll all know, or
guess."

"It will be fine, I promise."

I followed Marcus downstairs and into the kitchen.  Which was actually
the only room I'd been in other than the hallway and his bedroom.  Tom
and Leanne, and a guy I assumed must be Marcus' Dad were all sat at the
table, talking, eating, and drinking coffee.  Marcus went in first.

"Morning" I don't think it was my imagination, but he sounded pretty
happy.  There was a general uncoordinated 'hey / hi / morning' response.
 Marcus pulled out a chair next to where he was standing and seemed to
imply I should sit in it.

"Morning" I said.  I didn't want to be rude.

Tom and Leanne were alternating between looking at me, and looking at
Marcus, and slightly over stated their 'good morning Joe'.  I guess it
might have been a bit of a surprise for them.  I looked away but
accidentally ended up looking at Marcus' Dad, who was looking right back
at me.  He too then looked to Marcus, and there was a brief but heavy
silence.

"Hang on" he said, and left the room.  I could hear him going upstairs,
opening and closing doors.  I looked to Marcus who had his head in his
hands.  Tom was smiling.  Leanne was looking slightly vacant and
confused.  A minute later Marcus' Dad came back in and sat back down at
the table.

"Marcus?" He said, sounding super serious.  Marcus didn't say anything.

"Marcus, there's a boy having breakfast with us, wearing your clothes,
and as far as I can tell he didn?t stay in a spare room.  Is this
something we should talk about?"

I could tell that his Dad wasn't being serious, well, maybe a little bit
serious, but mostly just having fun.

"Don't be mean Dad!"  Marcus sounded a little more defensive that I was
expecting, maybe even tense, or angry.  There was another moment of
extremely awkward silence, at least for me there was.  I decided to try
and get through this moment as best I could.

"Morning" I said, smiling "I'm Joe, Joe James."

"Good to meet you, Joe James, I'm Paul, you want coffee?"

"That would be great, thanks."

Just as I thought the moment was going to be defused, in fact, I'm pretty
sure it had already started to be less intense, his Dad said to me;

"You must be something special, no-one else has ever made it to
breakfast."

Again, I could tell that he wasn't being serious, not entirely anyway.
 Tom did a really bad job of not laughing, but Marcus was looking pretty
awkward.  I held his hand under the table and he looked at me.

"Yeah, actually he is.  He's incredible."  It was partly an answer to his
Dad, and partly, I think, just to me.  But it made me feel great.  He
thinks I'm incredible!

"Oh god ? you're not going to kiss him here are you?  Not over breakfast!
 A father doesn't need to see that!"  His fake horror at the idea was
really funny.

I'm certainly not used to parents talking like this, but Paul seemed
super cool, and he managed to make us all laugh and carry on with
breakfast as if this were all completely normal.  We talked, and laughed.
 People talked to me, like actually asking me stuff, and listening.  I
guess it might be normal for them.  It was weird for me.  But enjoyably
weird.  This must be what a family can feel like.

After breakfast we went back up to Marcus' room and played some xbox.
 Well, Marcus played xbox mostly because he was way better than me at
that stuff.  But that's OK, I was happy just being next to him, watching
him have fun.  Well, happy, but distracted.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Erm.... I've had a really great time but..."

"Oh.  You want to go?  I'm sorry, do you want to do something else?  I
just thought..."

"No, it's fine.  I just...... I need to get home and... "

"I know, I said I'd drive you home so, I can still do that.  I just hoped
maybe we'd spend today just hanging out."

He looked so sad.

"Marcus, I'd like that too.  But, you know, I've got homework and stuff
to do as well."

"Homework?  Fuck.  How old are you?"

"Seventeen"  Well I couldn?t very well lie could I.

Neither of us spoke.  Well, not like, forever, but eventually I did,
because I couldn't stand the silence.

"I guess you don't want to see me again then?  Sorry."

"What?  No, fuck that.  I just wasn't expecting, well... I just didn't
know."

"But if it's too weird, for you I mean, it's OK."

"No, it's not. It's not too weird, and it's not OK that you even thought
I would be going anywhere.  I'm only a couple of years older
than you."

"Cool."  I need to stop saying that.  Not that it mattered, he kissed me
anyway.

"But I suppose you still need to go home?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"No problem babe."

"I don't suppose you have any trainers I could borrow do you?"

"Yeah, of course, but they're going to be way too big.  Wait here."

Marcus left the bedroom and went downstairs.  I could here some muffled
conversation but couldn't make out what was being said.  A few minutes
later and Marcus came back, with trainers.

"Try these, they're some of Tom's old ones, he doesn't throw anything
away."
They didn't fit perfectly, still a bit big, but also, still about a
thousand times better than anything I owned.  Marcus insisted on carrying
my suit for me, and we shouted goodbye to Tom and Leanne as we passed his
bedroom.  Tom came out to talk to Marcus, so I just stood there feeling
slightly out of place and not speaking.

"So?" He asked.

"So what?"

"Is Joe like your boyfriend or what?"

"Tom!  He's stood like right here!"  Which I was.

"Yeah, I can see that.  So is he?  Are you?"  He was now looking and
talking at me.

I wasn't sure what to say, but Marcus wasn't saying anything either.

"Well, we haven't exactly talked about..."

"Bollocks" said Tom, interrupting me.  He turned back to Marcus.  "I saw
you last night in the club, and this morning at breakfast.
 You?ve never been so happy since... well for a really long time."

"Fuck off Tom."

"I'm just saying.  You know I'm right."

"Come on Joe, we're going."  Marcus was starting down stairs, leaving me
stood there.

"See you again then, Joe.  In fact, come for dinner tomorrow night."

"Erm...."

"Good, see you then.  In fact, wait."

Tom pushed past me and followed Marcus downstairs, leaving me unsure what
the hell was happening.

"It's OK, I think he likes you."  Leanne made me jump, I'd forgotten she
was there.

"OK?"

"So you're gay then?"

"Yeah"

"Cool.  You should go and see what's happening down there though, Tom can
get a bit carried away when he's excited."

I briefly wondered what exactly she meant by that.  These people are
weirder than my own family.  But probably in a nice way.  Downstairs I
found Tom and Marcus talking with their Dad.  His Dad looked up at me
when I walked in.

"So you're coming for Family Dinner tomorrow night?"

"I am?  I don't want to interrupt if you guys have plans already."

"No, I want you to come, so you're coming."  I was surprised by Marcus'
honesty.  "I mean, if you want to, it's not like you have to come if you
don't want to, but it would be really cool if you did want to, and if you
did.  Come, that is.  For dinner.  It's just us, family, for dinner,
nothing special.  I mean, it's special because we all make the effort to
be here together, but not special other than that.  And it would just
be... I mean, I'd be, like.... I really just.... If you wanted to.... And
then we.... I mean... You could be... If you wanted....  I mean do
you.... Because I do...... And I thought that....  Maybe....."

We were all looking at Marcus by this point.  He seemed to be running out
of words.

"Yes, OK"

"Yes what?  What do you mean?"  So yes, I suppose I knew that Marcus
might not have just been asking me to come to dinner. But going out with
him, being his boyfriend?  Whatever I imagined the rest of those
questions might have been from him, the answer was a bit too big for me
to make sense of right then.

"I mean, yes, dinner sounds great, thanks for inviting me."
We didn't talk too much as we got into his car.  Or as he started to
drive me home.  And it felt really awkward.

"Marcus?"

"Yes?"  Oh dear, he sounded really pissed off.

"It kind of sounded like you might have been asking me some other stuff
too, earlier."

"No, it's fine.  Just come for dinner."

"If it was fine then maybe you'd be able to look at me."

Unfortunately that meant he did look at me, and he looked as though he
was about to cry.  This wasn't how I had ever imagined meeting my first
boyfriend.

"Look, I don't know  what's going on with you Marcus, but this is a
really big deal for me.  I've never had a boyfriend before, and
before last night I'd never even..., well, you know.  I haven't even been
on a date."

"OK, but you'll think about it?"

"Of course I'm thinking about it!"

"Good.  Sorry if it feels like I'm rushing you, it's fine.  Just come for
Dinner tomorrow?"

"Yes, I already said I would didn't I?"

"Yeah, great."

"Now stop here please."

"Here? Why?"  He stopped the car anyway.

"Because that?s where I live."

"Oh, OK."

He leaned over and kissed me.  I could definitely get used to this.  But
after a few minutes I pulled away, I really did have to get out of his
car and go home.

"Do you want me to come pick you up tomorrow for Dinner?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course I am.  I'll be here about half past four."

"Erm, yeh, OK. What time's dinner?"

"Usually about half six."

"Cool, thanks Marcus.  See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Joe."

I walked towards the door carrying my suit.  Who was I kidding?  Of
course I wanted to be his boyfriend!  I could feel my smile going all the
way up to my ears.  I went in and headed straight up to my room.  Callum
heard me going upstairs and came to talk to me.

"Hey bro, so what kept you out last night?"

"Nothing, the bus didn't turn up so I just stayed over."

"Oh yeah?  So who was it?  Someone you met in the club I bet?"

"Callum ? it's not like that"

"Yeah right, come on, tell me."

With that he had sat on my bed and was obviously expecting me to talk.

"Fine.  So I may have met someone, and the bus seriously didn't turn up,
so I stayed at their house."

"No way!"

"Callum, that's really all that happened."

"No.  There's no way you come home looking like you've just won the
lottery if that's all that happened.  You had sex didn?t you.
 Oh my god, my little brother has finally done it!"

"Fuck off Callum, it's not like that!"

"So what's her name, are you seeing her again?"

See what I mean.  None of my family pay any proper attention to me.
 However, I knew that I really did want to talk to someone about this,
and Callum was probably going to be OK with it.  Probably.  I walked over
and closed the door.

"OK.  But this stays between us for now."

"Sure."

"I mean it, you can't tell anyone, not the girls, not your friends, and
definitely not mum and dad."

"OK?"

"Do you promise?"

"Yeah I promise, come on, what's the big deal?"

I took a deep breath.  I've thought about how this moment might be so
many times.  It was never like this.

"Marcus. His name is Marcus."

Callum just looked blankly at me.

"Who?"

I stood there, with Callum just looking at me all confused, and then more
questioning.

"Oh...... You mean......?"

"Yes"

"Oh!  Fuck Joe!"

"Surprise?"

"Well yeah!  And no.  Surprised you actually did it, and told me.  Not
actually surprised at all that your gay, I mean, seriously, posters of
boy bands and killer fashion sense?"

"You knew?"

"I didn't exactly know, but we shared a room for long enough and it's not
so hard to see what you're thinking some times.  Suppose
I just thought you'd tell me eventually."

"Shit.  Does everyone know?"

"I don't think so, at least, not as far as I know.  I've never said
anything."

"Oh.  OK."

"So......?  Marcus?  Tell me."

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah bro, I know like literally no gay people, this is exciting."

"OK, well, firstly, yeah you do, me.  And secondly, you probably know
more, we don't all have badges and signs.  And Marcus, well, you met him
already."

"I did?"

"Last night, at the party, Leanne's boyfriend's brother, Marcus,
remember?"

"No way."

"Totally way"

"For real?  He's gay?"

"No Callum, I'm just coming out to you for no reason and making all this
stuff up."

"But he doesn't look....  I mean..."

"Don't say something stupid Callum.  Anyway, that's Marcus, who I spent
the night with."

"So is this like a one night thing or what?"

"No!  Well, hopefully not."

"When are you going to tell everyone else?"

"I have no idea.  Maybe when I now what's going on first."

"So you're seeing him again?"

"Tomorrow night, I'm going for dinner."

"Like a date?"

"No, not like a date!  With the whole family.  It's just dinner."

"Yeah right, because guys just invite other guys round for dinner with
the family all the time."

Callum left me to get changed, but I couldn't get the idea out of my
head.  A date.  What would that be like?  Other than totally amazing.