James D

Chapter 4:  George

 The next few days seemed to swing back and forth, sometimes pretty wildly.

I had quietly thought about guys for years, but I had never really seen myself as gay, or even bi.  And then that one crazy offer for an early morning backrub had upset my whole world.

I clearly hadn’t known James long enough to love him, and even if I were gay, I would never have dreamed that I would be a bottom.  And the quiet talk about James still seemed to vascilate from him being gay to him somehow being part of some crazy group that would try to get actively gay guys in trouble at school.  Plus there was the whole Michael thing, which couldn’t help but make me wonder if I wasn’t being played, at least somehow.

And in the meantime the most peaceful part of my days became the early early morning rendezvous with James in the shower, especially if it was just the two of us, or the odd daytime meeting that sometimes turned into a bit more.

Michael still dropped by every once in a while, and of course I took care of him as best as I could, but it was James I was really happy to see.  And even when Michael showed up, it was increasingly unclear who might be more jealous there—me of what might otherwise be going on between James and Michael or James of what I might be feeling towards Michael.  Even if the whole thing seemed to turn him on considerably.

At the time I had no idea I was not the only one here who had never had a serious relationship with a guy before.

Fortunately there were plenty of indications that all things were a two-way street, with James leaving me little notes to remember to see him in the showers at 3, even to calling it a date, plus him seemingly putting effort into making sure our paths crossed more and more often during the day.  Even if I wasn’t quite sure whether that was his effort or mine.

James seemed way ahead of me in pushing things ahead as well, from him telling me that he was shocked how often he found himself getting randomly hard looking forward to shooting more cum in me, to even commenting that he was certain his dick was at least an inch longer since he had been with me, and even to his commenting that he was doing his best to discourage Michael, who apparently wanted to get together way more than I knew.

From my end, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had looked forward to seeing someone so much.  The feel of his hand touching me, our playfulness in the showers, before we got down to serious business, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

And then there was the feeling of his cock, as it entered my mouth, as he unloaded down my throat, as it entered my hole.  And more than anything when he filled it.  Time and again.  And of course I knew we were both young, but I was amazed the first time he shot four times in one session.

And then he repeated it.  Again and again.

But there was also this bit of mischieviousness in James, which had to be behind getting Michael involved, even as he continued to stop by from his nearby apartment building in the middle of the night.  And which also led to him making me hold his hard cock in the hallways, almost wanting us to get caught.

And yet the truth was probably that he was way more comfortable with himself than I was, and he was doing the best he could to drag me along.

So I guess I shouldn’t really have been surprised when I went into our earlier morning shower and found yet another guy there with him.

Damn.  It took so little to shake my confidence at that point.

And James was actively telling this new guy about almost everything we were doing, and blaming it all on me once again, although this new voice sounded vaguely familiar somehow.

But I wanted James so badly I was hardly going to walk away, so I entered the shower and once again prepared myself to submit to him humiliating me in front of some stranger.

But this wasn’t a stranger.

George lived on our floor.  Right next to the shower.  And George had always seemed to see me as a bit of a prude, so the thought that James may be right, and that I might actually be some half-closeted fag, had George hard as a rock before I even saw them.

And James made it even more clear that I better act the part, even more than the first time I went down on Michael.

So there I was doing almost a re-run of the first time with Michael, even though George knew me, even as James once again pretended it was all me, and James was simply proving to George what a fag I was.  As I sucked George and swallowed his cum, and even more so as James then told George he might as well fuck me, since James was sure I wouldn’t resist, as George shot again deep in my hole, with James just jerking off and shooting on my face, keeping his distance almost to prove his point that he wasn’t really involved with me.

Damn.  I was scared and excited about what George might do after that, almost as much as I was deeply disappointed that James seemed so unattached.

But again James was ahead of me, knowing full well that shooting twice would exhaust George and get him to finish and go, as they both seemd to leave me to clean up in the shower.

And for all I knew James also knew how happy I would be to see him almost sneak back in once George headed off to bed.

I had probably never been so happy to see James, even crying that I was so afraid I would miss him.  And of course my emotion ended up turning that session into probably our hottest one ever, even if he had randomly shot when George was using me.

I couldn’t quite tell where my emotions were at that point, other than that I had probably never needed James inside me so badly at that point, with James having to be aware of that as well, as he delivered his increasingly typical four loads in my tight deep hole, with his long thick cock.

And lucky for me James also spent extra time kissing me, or at least making sure I had plenty of time to kiss him.

I didn’t care at that point what else he might do, as long as he kept seeing me.

Even to the point that I didn’t care at that moment what else he might do with me, as long as I would still get him.

Whether that was a turning point for me, for James, or for both of us would remain to be seen.

But our seemingly random daily encounters started increasing even more…