Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2016 10:06:00 +0100
From: Secret Writer <secret_writer@outlook.com>
Subject: Joe James - 07

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It was nearly two months since I first met Marcus.  OK, so it's actually
seven weeks and six days since the most important 16th January ever.  Not
that I'm counting or anything.  I mean, I certainly don't have it noted
on my calendar with a red felt tip drawn love heart or anything stupid
like that.  Who even has a calendar with pictures of cats on it anyway?
 We've been dating for all of this time, but only at weekends.  Marcus
took me out for Valentines weekend, where I saw several other (straight)
couples from college, and that was all awesome.  He gave me this silver
necklace which at the time I thought was really badly thought through
because it's totally not my sort of thing.  However it seems to have
become my sort of thing because I wear it all the time now.  Like
literally, I never take it off.  It's delicate and subtle, rather than
chunky and obvious, but not girly, at least I don't think so.  College is
still a thing, but thankfully the hottest news ever about me being gay
and having a boyfriend was pretty much over after a week.  And my grades
are on track, but still, time with Marcus has been limited.

There's now a regular pattern of me staying over on Fridays and
Saturdays, and it feels like I'm really just a regular part of their
family.  Which is really nice.  But there were a couple of things on my
mind.  Calling them problems would be exaggerating, but things I needed
to resolve, definitely.  Firstly, and no, the order isn't important,
because honestly, these two issues just do not belong anywhere near each
other, firstly, sex.  We still hadn't had sex.  I mean, there was loads
of kissing, licking, stroking, sucking, and all round intense orgasm
producing moments.  Intimacy, trust, pleasure, and mind blowing loads of
cum, all perfectly OK.  More than OK.  Way more than OK.  But  we hadn't
ever taken it further ? by which I mean, I wanted Marcus to fuck me, which
sounds kind of weird and slutty to say out loud.  Secondly, and remember,
not related to the first issue, Marcus still hadn't properly met my
parents, which both they and he were now mentioning more deliberately.
 The common themes, if such things are necessary, are that even though I
really want these things to happen, they make me super nervous.  And,
they would both be significant 'firsts' for me.

As was now usual, I went home after college on Friday and packed some
clothes for the weekend with Marcus.  I'd got a bit better and packing
less stuff, although really this was mostly because I'd started to leave
a few things at Marcus' house, you know, just hair stuff, razor, and
things like that.  My bag was at the bottom of the stairs by the front
door, and I sat in the lounge so I could see the driveway.

"So what are you two doing this weekend?"  My Mum seemed to have a need
to fill silence with conversation.

"Actually I'm not sure.  Marcus said he had some sort of surprise
planned, but he was pretty vague about it."

"Oh, OK."

There was a brief pause.

"He could come here you know.  We still haven't met him properly."

By 'properly' she means that she hasn't had the chance to sufficiently
decide whether or not she likes him.  Because she hasn't been able to
talk to him, asking him a million questions, preferably over dinner, in
front of everyone else.  The fact that he makes me happy probably isn't
enough.

"Yeah, I know Mum, we'll sort something out soon."

"I suppose he could stay over, if that's what you're worried about."

"What?"

"I'm just saying.  He could, you know, stay the night.  We'd all like to
meet him properly."

"OK, I know!  Maybe we can do something next weekend."

"Good, I'll make sure everyone is here."

"What?  No, I said maybe.  Everyone?"

"Callum and the girls, you know what I mean."

"Fine.  Maybe."

Marcus pulled up by the front door, which I took as my cue to go, pausing
briefly to check my hair in the mirror on the way.  OK, not briefly at
all.  I opened the door just as he was walking up.

"Hey babe!"

I didn't have time to answer before he kissed me.  God I missed that.  I
turned back inside to get my bag,  and Mum was right there.

"Don't forget next weekend"  she shouted as we got into his car.

"No Mum, I won't.  Bye."

Marcus drove off, and I was happy to be back in my amazing Marcus world
for a couple of days.

"What about next weekend?" He asked.

"Oh, we can talk about it later, nothing major."

We chatted and caught up on the week, which was easy because we talk
almost every day and message each other about two thousand times a week.
 That might not actually be much of an exaggeration.

"So what's the surprise?"

"You'll see."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Hmmm."

Marcus seemed to be in a particularly good mood, which was infectious, so
I couldn't really be mad with him for not telling me.  A few minutes
later and we're parking outside his house.  He put my bag on the hallway
floor and closed the front door behind us.

"So?" He asked.

"What?"

"Listen."

I listened.

"I don't hear anything."

"Yeah, good isn't it?"

"Erm.... OK?"

"There's no-one here.  We've got the house to ourselves.  All weekend."

"Oh, cool."

And it was, super cool.  As nice as his family were, we were never
actually alone anywhere, and it felt different.

"So what have you got planned?"

I didn't get an answer, at least, not one made up of words.  Instead, he
just kissed me, full on, hard, tasting his tongue in my mouth type of
kissing.  My arms were around him, pulling his face harder against mine,
and moaning as his hands slid under my shirt, up and down my back, and
then grabbed my arse.  It was a good enough answer.  I felt unexpectedly
unsteady for a second, before I realised what was happening, as Marcus
started to pick me up, still kissing me.  I instinctively tightened my
arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried
me down the hallway.  A moment later and he was gently putting me down so
that I was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, my legs still
holding us tight against each other.  He unbuttoned my polo shirt and
started licking and kissing my neck, as I ground my predictably hard
bulge against his body.  His hands under my shirt, feeling my skin, and
then,  oh fuck, what is that?  I could feel him biting and sucking my
neck.  Oh god, I'm going have a massive hickey, and all I could do was
moan, loudly.

"Fuck I've missed you Joe."

"Yeah, I noticed!"  My fingers ran over where he has just been biting my
neck.

"Sorry, got a bit carried away there."

"You think!?  Come on, we've got all weekend, let me put my stuff away."

In truth, I just needed to calm down a bit, and slow down, because I
didn't want to be creaming my jeans, which is what would have happened if
he'd carried on like that for much longer.

Up in his room I started to hang my clothes in the wardrobe while he
flicked through some music channels.  It was weird, but it really did
feel like I lived there.  I got distracted by that thought for a few
moments, imagining what it would be like if this really was *our* room.
 It was pretty cool, but got interrupted by Marcus standing behind me and
sliding his hands under my shirt.  I was going to say something, but
didn't because he started to lick and then gently bite my ear.  Which is
weird, and very distracting, and also, feels really good.  Talking could
wait.  I leaned my head back and enjoyed the feeling of him slowly
running his hands over my chest whilst pulling me close to him, and
nibbling my ear.  One of his hands moved down and he was tracing the
outline of my hard dick through my jeans.  Rubbing and squeezing.  And I
could feel his, just as hard, pressing in to me from behind.

"Fuck Marcus, what is with you?"

I tried to sound mad, but I wasn't, and I don't think anyone would have
believed I was.

"You, Joe.  It's all you."

He pulled up my shirt and I lifted my arms, allowing him to remove it
completely,  I could feel him pulling off his own, and then the hot
contact of his skin against mine.  He was kicking off his trainers and
unbuttoning my jeans at the same time.  I could have helped.  But I
didn't.  It was pretty hot being undressed by him like that.  Besides, he
was back to kissing and licking my neck, and that sort of paralysed me in
a really good way.  Pushing off my own shoes and stepping out of my
jeans, I reached behind me to find that he was already down to just his
boxers.  How does he get undressed so quickly?  Not that I minded.  I
pulled him tight against me before realising that I didn't actually want
to prolong this any longer, so pushed his boxers down.  Mine followed,
and I turned round to enjoy the sight of the boy I was in love with.
 Yeah, that's right, I'm totally in love with him.  I thought that
before, of course, but it was different this time.  Something clicked in
to place in my head, and it felt good.  This was going to happen.  Right
now.  We stood there, naked, except for my silver chain, hard, tight
against each other.

I started to push him backwards, towards the bed.  Not pushing hard so
that he'd fall over, just firm enough for him to step back a few times
until he was sitting down onto the edge of the bed, and I was following
him, still facing each other.  We rolled over as we started to explore
each others bodies more fully, not that we hadn't explored a lot before,
so maybe enjoy is a better word.  Tasting, licking, kissing, stroking,
squeezing, all the time feeling hornier and hornier.  We turn again, so
that I was on top of Marcus, grinding against each other as I kissed his
chest and played with my tongue on his nipples.  I knew that he liked
that, he made a whole different sort of moaning noise.  After a few
minutes of that I pulled myself up so that I was sitting right across his
abs.  I could feel his hard dick against my arse.

"I love you Marcus."

"I love you too Joe."

"Good."

I smiled and then, not getting off of him, leaned over to his bedside
cabinet.  I knew he had condoms and lube in there.  What?  So I've looked
around his room, don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same.  Sitting
back on top of him properly, I gave him a look, maybe it was a question
without words, I don't know.

"Ohhhh fuck Joe......"

"That's the general idea, genius."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, totally."    Which was almost true.  If I'd been more honest I
would have also said there was a little bit of 'no, actually, I'm not
totally sure', but it was never going to be any more 'yes' than it was
right then.  A minute or two later and we're in pretty much the same
position, except I'm grinding myself on his well lubed finger and he's
sliding a second one into me.  It's fucking awesome, and not very
different to stuff we've done before.  Except lube is way more slippy
than shower gel, so it feels a whole load better.  And of course, this
time, it's just the warm up for me actually having him inside me.

I takes me a few minutes to get used to his fingers because I have to
keep remembering to concentrate on relaxing enough for it to not hurt
when two fingers went up to three.  We were now in totally new territory,
and it was exciting as hell.  After several more minutes of eventually
very pleasurable fun, we decided it was time.  Now I'm not stupid, I'd
read up about doing this, and I knew it wasn't exactly going to be
'easy'.  Marcus let me control things, which made me feel more confident
as I lined up his dick with my arse and oh so gently started to sit on
it.

I've seen his dick many times, I'm intimately familiar with it.  I've
stroked it, licked it, sucked it, and just stared at it for hours.  But I
swear it must have felt four times bigger than I thought it was as I
started to push down against it.  So I'm guessing most people reading
this are going to have done this before, but if you haven't, let me tell
you something.  It fucking hurts!  Not like agonising terrible pain, I
think you're definitely doing it wrong if it's like that, but it's not
fucking easy either.  However, realising that I had Marcus completely
inside me, and then noticing the feeling of it, like I was finally full,
even though I hadn't noticed being empty before, totally awesome.  And it
honestly wasn't very long before it wasn't even uncomfortable, it was
just fucking hot.  I tried to experiment a bit, flexing, squeezing,
relaxing, grinding, there was a whole new universe of good feelings to
explore.  And from the way Marcus looked, and sounded, and felt, he was
having a pretty good time too.  The only slight problem was that
apparently finally getting fucked had also rewired my brain and my whole
central nervous system, so that basically every single feeling was
connected straight to my dick.  It would have been a disappointingly
short porn film.  But totally long enough for both of us to cum, like
astoundingly intensely.

After what was without doubt the most awesome experience of my life, I
lay down next to Marcus. Both of us a little out of breath.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"You OK?"

"Yeah, awesome."

"Yeah."

I think we both drifted off for a few minutes, and the next thing I was
aware of was Marcus kissing me.

"So.... we could do that again some time, you know, if you want to."

"Joe, we can do that as many times as you fucking like!"

"Cool, now I know how it works, I think some extra practice would be
good."

"No problem babe."

Marcus' hands were already all over me again.

"Ha ha ha, no, not right now, I'm not that easy."

"Really?"

"OK, so I might be, but I need food!"

"OK babe, whatever you want.  But you know that means getting dressed
again right?"

"Why?"

"Because as much as I like to look at you, I don't think Megaplex will
let us in if you're not wearing any clothes."

"Oh, we're going out?"

"I thought we would, is that OK?"

"Sure, let me sort my hair out though."

There was nothing on at the cinema that seemed interesting, so we just
got food, lots of food, and ice cream.  Ice cream isn't food, it's
something different.  I think I was probably smiling like a fucking idiot
all night.  Every time I looked at Marcus I couldn't help but think 'he's
my boyfriend, we had sex'.  I'm pretty sure he noticed.  Probably
everyone noticed, but I didn't care.

When we got home, I mean, back to his house, we were more or les straight
back in bed for some more 'practice'.  I totally get why people are so
obsessed with sex, it's fucking incredible.  We experimented with a few
different positions, and Marcus got bit more active, which just shifted
the whole thing into some new kind of bliss.  I was having sex.  With
Marcus.  In real life, not just in my head.  He was fucking me.  And we
were both enjoying it.  A lot.  It might sound a bit stupid, but it felt
like we had really taken our relationship to a new level.  Like it meant
something more than just having a boyfriend I messed around with.

Saturday morning was lazier than usual, in that we stayed in bed until
mid-morning.  But we were hardly being lazy, the opposite in fact.
 Having sex with your beautiful boyfriend is an amazing way to start the
day, particularly when your boyfriend can make you feel so incredible and
so turned on that when you finally cum it's so hard that it almost hurts.
 After we made it out of the shower we went downstairs and Marcus started
to make us breakfast, even though it was nearer lunch time.  He was
making pancakes, one of my favourites, while I sat at the counter
watching him and drinking coffee.

"So what you want to do today babe?"

I smiled and gave him a look, which I knew he understood.

"Joe, we can't just fuck *all* day."

"I bet we could.  But OK.  I don't know though, about what to do today,
not really thought about it."

"Cool.  We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"OK?"

"Don't say it like that!  I mean we can just stay around here and
chill."

Marcus came and sat opposite me, with a big plate of pancakes between us,
which I helped myself to.

"Great."

And it was, totally great.  Which is weird, because we basically did
nothing at all.  But it was the best kind of doing nothing I've ever
done.  Watching TV, listening to music, playing Xbox, watching films, all
the time just the two of us.  Like it was our house, and this was our
life.  Kissing and touching without even being aware of anyone else,
properly being able to feel relaxed with each other.  And no, we didn't
end up having sex all day either.  Which was actually better than it
sounds.  There were plenty of really hardcore kissing and touching,
helped by the fact that we never really got properly dressed, but nothing
more than that. It kind of drove me crazy but also was totally cool.

We discussed options for dinner, and settled on ordering something in,
since Marcus said he couldn't be bothered to cook, and it's just safer if
I don't try.  We were on the sofa, my head on Marcus' lap whilst we
watched TV.  His hands running through my hair, slowly, gently, like he
was massaging my head.  It was super relaxing.  And then it was much less
relaxing.

"Babe?  What was your Mum talking about, next weekend?"

I know I got tense.  He must have been able to feel it.

"Nothing, she just keeps going on about wanting to meet you.  It's not
important."

I'm sure I sounded more negative than I really meant to.  Marcus was
silent, so I turned my head to look up at him.

"So you don't want me to meet your family?"

Fuck, he was definitely sounding unhappy.

"No....."

He pushed my head off his lap, gently, but firmly, so I sat up.

"No, I mean, it's not that."

"Then what?"

"I don't know, I don't know what this is, what we are, it's all too
weird."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you, us, meeting them, I don't know.  It all feels really
serious."

"You don't know if *we're* serious?  Fuck Joe, you could try and make it
sound a bit less like you were breaking up with me!"

See, this is what happens.  Literally thirty seconds ago I was relaxed
and happy, lounging around on my boyfriend and having a generally really
cool time.  And now he's saying things like 'breaking up'.  How does this
happen?  The truth is, my near perfect happiness when I'm with Marcus is
always a finely balanced state.  Not that he makes me unhappy in any way
at all, he's the single best thing ever in my whole life.  But I'm also
terrified of losing him.  I grabbed hold of his hand.

"OK, stop.  No-one is breaking up with anyone OK?  I just don't know how
to deal with my family."

"But they already know you're gay, and about us?"

"Yes."

"So what's the problem with them meeting me?"

It was one of those moments where I didn't really know what the answer
was until I started to say it, so I'm talking and realising for the first
time simultaneously.

"Because you'll have to meet them, and then I'm scared you'll leave me."

There was the longest silence between us ever, literally maybe a whole
second or two.

"Joe, maybe I'm not very good at telling you this, and you're definitely
not always great at hearing it, but I love you.  Stupid, serious, centre
of my world sort of love.  There is literally nothing that can happen
when I meet your family that can change that."

"But you don't know them, they're not like you're family..."

"Joe, I love you, that's not going to change."

"But you're Dad is so cool, and nice, and he..."

"Joe..."

"And Tom and even Leanne, god, they are worlds away from my brother
Callum, and the girls are just...

"Joe!"

"Yeah, I know, sorry..."

Marcus was holding my hands in his, drawing me closer to him.  Then
hugging me tight, so tight.

"It's going to be OK Joe.  And even if it's not, even if it's the worst
ever experience of my life, which it won't be, *we're* going to be OK."

I wanted to believe him, really.  And a part of me did.  But it's
dangerous to let thoughts like that get out of proportion, that's how you
end up getting hurt.  Thankfully Marcus was either unaware of, or just
ignoring those irrational thoughts in me that threatened to break
everything I had, and carried on hugging me so tight that it felt like he
was literally holding me together.