On the Water's Edge

I woke up late the following morning, feeling groggy and dehydrated. I guess even the minimal alcohol I consumed, in comparison to Rhys, was having an effect on me. James. It was the first thought that crossed my mind. The blonde haired, brown eyed boy I lost my virginity to in the back of his brother’s van. Then I remembered ejaculating inside him, the cum running down his thigh. I moaned miserably. Why didn’t I ask for a condom?! The thought of his soft, wet, tight hole squeezing the tip of my penis crossed my mind, and I moaned again, but not in misery. I seemed to be in two minds about this boy. Firstly, how could I have acted so irresponsibly? No condom, and wasn’t I someone who valued my virginity. I mean for the longest time I had been saving it for Adriel, someone I loved and cared about and was in a relationship with… but that clearly wasn’t the case anymore. I hadn’t heard from him in almost a year. I assumed I would find a new boyfriend, and when the time was right, lose my virginity to him. Now I was an officially sexually active person, and I didn’t even get the number of the guy I had just screwed. Was I supposed to ask him for it? Did I want to ask him for it? Yes, I should have. He was blonde, had nice eyes and was devilishly cute. How old was he? He couldn’t have been much older than me, oh God, I hope he wasn’t much younger! I slapped my forehead.

“Are you ok?” I heard Rhys’s voice coming from the bed next to me.

“Yeah I’m fine,” I said, “good morning.”

“Morning. Do you want to go for a swim before your sister comes to fetch you?”

Rhys and his family had moved from Durban to Camps Bay during the holidays. Well, he had actually lived with me in the Kramer boarding house for the past two years, but had now decided to move back home since it was only a short Vespa ride away. So now, If I wasn’t at my sisters place over weekends, I would be staying at Rhys’ house. His house had a pool, he had a bunch of friendly siblings and the beach was a few walkable streets away. I had also come out to him during the year, and with all the issues around Adriel had since become somewhat of a confidante.

“Yeah, let’s go for a swim.” I replied.

We got dressed into our swimming shorts and walked down the road towards the beach. It was about 10 am but you could already tell the day was going to be a scorcher. We laid our towels down on the sand, and ran and dived into the waves, thrashing about in the icy water for a good thirty minutes or so. When we were done, we collapsed onto our towels and basked in the sun.

“I did something stupid last night,” I blurted out.

“I know,” laughed Rhys.

“What do you mean, You Know?”

“I saw you, and James…”

“Oh God, you SAW us?” I said embarrassed.

“Yeah,” laughed Rhys, “I came to look for you and saw the two of you going at it in the back of the van. Very classy by the way.”

I closed my eyes tightly and hoped that when I reopened them this entire situation would have gone away.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said, probably blushing.

“It’s okay, it’s not like a stuck around to watch. It was pretty obvious what was happening. Didn’t think I needed to see it to completion. Pun intended. How was it though? Was it your first time? I mean, I know you and Adriel were intimate, but I was never sure how far you guys actually took things.”

“We never went this far, I can tell you that.” I said matter-of-factly, “I mean I thought we would at some point, but then things got fucked up. And yes, it was good, really good actually. Do you have his number? I forgot to get it from him.”

“Uhm, I don’t think so. But I wouldn’t worry. I’ve only met him a few times, but he’s the kind of guy that will contact you, if he wants to. If you chase him, he’ll make it harder for you. If he wanted you to have his number he would have given it to you.”

“Well, thanks for that confidence boost,” I said sarcastically.

“I just mean, he can be a bit temperamental, so rather let him come to you.”

“Okay,” I said, still not sure I completely understood what Rhys was talking about.

“How old is he by the way?” I asked.

“He’s our age, 16.”

We lazed around on the warm sand for about another half an hour before leisurely strolling back to Rhys’ house for Sunday Brunch. Later in the afternoon my sister came to fetch me, after which I collected the rest of my things from her apartment and she dropped me off at the boarding house. Being in the 10th grade meant that I was no longer sharing a dorm with 11 other boys, and we were graduating to double rooms. I met with the headmaster of the boarding house, Mr Fletcher, gave me my room key and led me up to my room.

“Your roommate is already all settled in, so I guess you’ll have to fight over which bed is best,” laughed Mr Fletcher, and then backtracked “But obviously no physical fighting right?”

“Right,” I mumbled behind him.

We finally got to the third floor and he stopped abruptly in the middle of the passage.

“Here it is, dinner at 18:00,” he said, handing me the key, and then continuing down the passage on his own.

I turned the door knob, expecting it to be unlocked, which it was. I pushed it open and stumbled inside with my camera kit, rugby kit and tennis racket dangling from my arms.

“Need some help,” came a voice from the bed at the far end of the room.

“Nope I’ll manage I said,” looking up. My bags dropped with a clunk onto the floor as I saw The boy staring back at me. James.

“Oh my god, Hey!” he said, sounding equally surprised, and then hesitant.

“Hey, what’s up?” I said, stunned and unable to think of anything better.

“Just settling in, dusting off the shelves, making sure the mattress isn’t too stained.” He said, followed by some nervous laughter. Damn, he was actually cuter than I had remembered.

“Cool, cool. Wait, so you go here?”

“Yep, I transferred high schools,” he said, and then motioned to the cello next to one of the desks, “the music programme at my previous school wasn’t that good.”

“Oh, cool.” I said, still kind of stunned.

“Yeah pretty cool,” he said, mimicking me. “I hope you don’t mind I took the bed by the window. We can swap if you want.”

“No, that’s ok. It’s actually one of the unwritten boarding school rules, whoever gets to the dorm or room first gets first pick of the bed.”

“Well, even if those are the rules, we can still swap… if you want to.” He smiled sweetly.

“It’s really ok, I’ll take the other bed. More wall space means more visual art inspiration.” I said flipping the lid off a shoe box and taking out some photos I had taken over the holidays. I slipped off my Havaianas, climbed onto the bed and started sticking them up on the wall.

“That’s fair I guess. Do you need some help?”

I turned to look at him. He was sitting on his bed, back against the wall, just adjacent to the open window. He was barefoot, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, their pink soles just slightly dusty from the wooden floor. His skinny jeans clung to his skinny legs and his baggy black tank top was almost falling off his shoulders. James.

“Sure,” I said, turning my attention back to the wall.

I heard James shuffle off his bed and hop onto mine. He grabbed a handful of photos from the box.

“Where do you want these?” he asked. I quickly glanced at the pictures he was holding and motioned to the wall at the head of the bed, and he started placing the pictures just like I was, in perfect lines with a centimetre space between each.

“James, about the other night,” I started but was interrupted

“It’s ok, I haven’t told anyone. I won’t tell anyone,” he quickly and quietly.

“It’s not that,” I said, not sure why he thought it was something I wanted to be kept a secret, “I just wanted to apologize. It got a little bit messy, I didn’t have a condom.”

“It was in the back of my brother’s van,” he continued.

“It was in the back of your brother’s van,” I echoed, and chuckled. James laughed too, followed by a few minutes of stillness.

“It’s really ok,” He said, “I mean, it’s not like it was both our first times.”

I didn’t say anything, and James noticed the awkward silence.

“Tyler?”

“Yeah,”

“Did you lose your virginity with me, in the back of my brother’s shitty van?”

“Maybe,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn, knowing I was turning red in the face.

“Oh fuck, maybe I should be the one apologizing to you?” said James, finally turning to look at me. I turned to look at him.

“No don’t. I had a good time. I mean, yes, the van wasn’t ideal, but I really enjoyed being with you.”

“You mean fucking me?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, good. I enjoyed it too,” said James putting up the last of the photos he had in his hands. He jumped off the bed and stood in the middle of the room looking at the wall. He jumped off too and went to stand next to him, my left arm brushing against his right. The walls looked great with all the photos, perfectly in line, perfectly spaced, just perfect.

“You’re a perfectionist I see,” said James, as though he had read my mind.

“Maybe just a little,” I retorted.

“Maybe just a lot!” he laughed, and I laughed with him.

His face looked so much brighter, and happier, in the daylight. His features were still very sharp but his cheeks looked rosier, his eyes a very light brown glowed in the afternoon sun, and his beach blonde hair was a little wavier than I had remembered. In that moment I wanted to kiss him so badly, and perhaps I would have if the wasn’t a knock at the door, followed by it opening and Jake’s head popping in.

“Hey dude,” he said coming inside and giving me a big hug.

“Hey Jake, how was your holiday?”

“It was great. Got a new camera for Christmas. I’ll show you later.”

“”That’s awesome man, I can’t wait to check it out. Oh, meet James, he’s new here at Kramer.” I said, moving out of the way as Jake walked over and shook James’s hand.

“Hey, good to meet you James, I’m Jake, and a better photographer than Tyler.”

“And I’m a better technical drawer than you!,” I shot back.

“You wish. Anyway, just was coming to see if you wanted to come down and play some touch rugby before dinner,” offered Jake.

“Uhm, I think I’m gonna sort out the room first, I only just got in,” I said.

“Very well suit yourself.  James?” asked Jake.

“Yeah?”

“Touch rugby, you keen for a game?”

“Maybe next time,” smiled James.

Jake nodded politely and left to join a few others outside on the lawn in front of the hostel.

I continued to empty by suitcase and bags of books and camera and drawing equipment and pack them on the shelves, in the cupboard and under my bed. When I was done and had worked up a light sweat with all the unpacking, I decided to take a quick shower before I joined Jake, Kerry (who joined us from the girls’ hostel), and now James, in the dining hall for dinner. Most of the students lingered in the dining hall for a few hours after dessert catching up after the long summer holidays, until the prefects began ushering everyone out and back to their dorms.

I said goodnight to Jake as a I reached by room, and he continued down the passage to his. I walked in to the empty room, and wondered where James and gone to. I looked at my watch, it was only 21:00. I switched on my bed side lamp and got ready for bed, putting on a pair of boxers and removing my t-shirt. I climbed into bed, and opened the novel I had been reading over the last few days. After about four pages, the room door opened and James walked in, holding a toiletry bag in one hand, while using the other to hold his towel securely around his narrow waist. He looked at me and smiled, and continued to put away his toiletry bag in the cupboard. My eyes followed him as he hung his towel up on a hook on the door and got into bed completely naked.

“Good night, Ty.” He said from the other side of the room.

“Good night,” I replied.

His back was turned toward me and the duvet was pulled up to his hips. I could see the outline of his spine as it appeared from under the material and snaked upwards before disappearing into his hair. His prominent scapulae cast large shadows, like dark wings emerging from his back. I put my book away, switched off my desk lamp and lay down flat, looking up at the ceiling. It was eerily quiet in the hallways, not usual for the first night of term. I could hardly even hear James breathing. We had forgotten to draw the curtains, and the moonlight swept unabashedly through the room, which in truth I didn’t really mind, as I was better able to make out James form in the dark.

I felt my heart begin to pick up pace as the thought and site of his body naked body played through my mind. I felt a stirring in my gut and in my boxer shorts. I looked down and found my duvet tenting over my hardened cock. I reached for it and guided it through the opening in the front of my shorts. I held my cock tightly, hoping the sustained pressure would make it go down, but it was no use. For thirty minutes and lay with hard cock in my hand, half wanting it to go away so I could go to sleep, half wanting to jerk off. I threw off the covers and sat up on the bed, my feet planted firmly on the ground. I looked at my cock as it protruded proudly from the slit in my boxers. I stroked it a few times before standing up to go to the bathroom to jerk off.

As I moved towards the door I heard movement from James’s side of the room. I stood completely still and turned to see if he had been watching me. His back was still turned toward me but he had moved his one leg so that it was on top of the duvet, thereby exposing his ass too. I watched him for a few minutes, trying not to breath to heavily as my heart raced. He shifted in his bed ever so slightly, and then bending his exposed leg, bring his knee up closer to his body. I watched as the dark crease between his milky white buttocks deepened and I could feel the precum  leaking out of my cock.

I slowly, cautiously began walking towards his bed. I stood next to it and admired the fragile porcelain-like body the lay in front of me. I got onto the bed behind him and lay my head on the pillow next to his, my nose touching his still slightly damp hair. I pushed myself up against him until my cock was resting against his naked lower back, skin to uncut skin. My lips brushed against the nape of his neck. I rested my left hand on his hip, and squeezed gently. James turned completely so that he was now facing me. He opened his eyes and stared at me in the dark. I shifted my head on the pillow and pressed my lips against his. They opened under the, at first, gentle pressure and he invited my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint, which was soothing on a warm summer night. He pulled away from my mouth and moved to my neck, planting wet kisses all over it before moving back to my mouth. This time my tongue pushed even deeper, and I massaged his tongue with mine. Then he pulled his entire body away from mine, lifted himself and straddle me as I turned onto my back. He kissed my chest, nipples and worked his way down the line between my abs, which had started becoming more defined over the summer. He continued down until he reached the waistband of my short, which he without hesitation pulled down over my hips and thighs. My cock hovered just above my belly, stiff and leaking copious amounts of precum. James caressed the underside of my shaft with his fingertips and I made a considerable effort not to make any gasping noises. He then held my cock in his fist and brought his mouth down to the engorged head. He licked at my slit with the tip of his tongue, before kissing it and then putting it into his mouth, massaging the spongy head with his expert tongue. Fuck he was good at this!

After a few minutes of torturing my cock with his warm mouth, he sat up, moved forward and straddled my hips again. He spat into his hand and used his saliva to lube his hole and my cock. He sat up, feet firmly on the mattress on either side of me, knees bent, and began lowering himself onto my cock. The head slipped through and I almost moaned loudly, but caught myself just in time. James had his eyes closed, as he concentrated on taking the full length of my cock inside him. His mouth opened slightly and he bit his bottom lip as he fully impaled himself on me. He moved forward so that his knees now rested on the bed and his hands were on my chest. He opened his eyes and looked at me, moving his hips slowly back and forth.

I closed my eyes and he rode me, feeling the tightness of his hole suck at my cock like a vacuum, his sphincters contracting and relaxing over different areas of my cock and he moved up and down on it. The soft, wet warmth of his hole pushed me to the edge and not before long I felt myself tense, I let go of the sheets I had been clutching and grabbed onto James’s hips, pushing him down hard onto my cock as I exploded inside him in multiple waves of ecstasy. When I had finally stopped spasming, James lifted himself off me and came to lie next to me, his head on my arm. I reached for his cock while pushing my tongue back into his mouth. I jerked him off until he too was spewing his boy load, but all over his stomach instead.

I kissed him softly for a few minutes before extricating myself from his bed, and heading back to my own. I thought about spending the night with him curled up next to me, but it was too risky being in a hostel, filled with bustling, intrusive teenagers. I pulled my boxers back on and climbed into bed, pulling the duvet only over half of my body as it was still too warm to sleep fully covered. I lifted head to look over at James, but he was still, having resumed his initial sleeping position. I wanted to see more of him, feel more of him, to taste more of him. I knew we had at least the entire year ahead of us being roommates, and the following two years thereafter of still being in the same hostel. Hopefully there were many more nights, such as this one, ahead.