Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 14:33:17 -0800 (PST)
From: B J Courtney <jc23a@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: AND STILL IN LOVE - Part 4 - desires

AND STILL IN LOVE

Part Four -- Desires

James made his way up to his room and fell back on the
bed. His hand reached aimlessly for his dick and he
began to rub himself through the fabric of his suit
trousers. He could feel his cock lengthen as he
remembered some of the scenes that had slipped through
his mind that day. He began to think about the time he
looked up and saw Gareth bent over the bottom drawer
of the filing cabinet. His arse was stretched as be
bent forward and James imagined walking up behind him
and sliding his cock against the tight fabric. He
pulled a heavy pillow over his face and imagined he
was back in the office rubbing his dick against
Gareth's arse. The idea got him really horny and he
fished into his trousers to release his rod.

Unknown to James he was quite well endowed. His lack
of experience meant that he had no idea that his cock
was well above average at almost nine inches. It felt
bigger than normal in his hand and the shaft seemed to
have an iron implant in it because it was so hard. He
began to slide the skin over the stiff shaft with the
image of Gareth's bent-over form clearly in his mind.

Meanwhile, a few miles further east, Gareth was also
in his room imagining the sensation of gripping James'
cock. He noticed the bulge in the loose crotch of
James' suit trousers during the day and guessed that
the lad was well endowed. Gareth liked size! In his
little fantasy he often imagined living with a
big-dicked man who would bend him over the kitchen
table and fuck the arse off him as soon as he got in
from work every evening. Normally he imagined this man
to be older than himself, maybe thirty or so, but a
big dick is a big dick and age wasn't going to get in
the way of thinking about James being that man!

The next day at work both young men met up and felt
similarly guilty about what they had done the previous
evening. Neither man was very forthcoming about his
sexuality although Gareth had confided in Michael
Roberts about his sexuality. Unsurprisingly Michael
was also gay and had a regular partner unbeknownst to
his rather conservative father. The day progressed
well. The fact that James had almost cleared his desk
gave him time to relax a bit at work. He chatted with
Gareth about the Premiership although neither of them
knew very much about football at all. In fact Gareth
only watched football for the cute players and some of
them were the usual top protagonists in his fantasies.
By the end of that day the two young men had become
quite comfortable in each other's company. Gareth's
background wouldn't have brought him into contact with
public school boys but his trust in Michael Roberts
had done much to lessen the intimidation for him. On
the other hand James was also not that familiar with
east-end boys and only his enjoyment of Mike and Cindy
allowed him to cross the tight social boundaries that
would usually have kept them apart.

"Do you want to go for a beer?" James asked when five
thirty came around and the staff began to close up for
the day.

Gareth jumped at the invitation but hadn't the price
of a pint on him. "I'd love to go but I'm skint!" he
admitted, "this work experience stuff means that I
can't do my usual work and keep up my classes so I
have no money until next week!"

James laughed, "my treat!" It wasn't that James was
flash with his money, he didn't have that much but he
was enjoying Gareth's company and that alone would be
worth a few quid.

"So are you enjoying your time at Roberts & Grimes?"
James asked as he placed the two pints on the table.

Gareth shuffled a bit in the seat and looked as if the
question had taken him aback.

"I know what you're thinking," James said anticipating
the response, "it's a bit of a shithole and the staff
aren't the friendliest but I just keep my head down
and as soon as I'm out of articles I'm out of there as
fast!"

Gareth smiled, "apart from you and Ms. Kirk nobody has
even spoken to me there!"

"Why did you come here in the first place?"

"Michael sent me!"

"Michael is Mr. Roberts' son isn't he?" James asked
(he wasn't on first name terms with most of the senior
staff)

"Yeah, he teaches A-level law at my school!"

"It's strange that he wasn't drawn into the practice
with his father," James remarked, "the legal
profession try to keep things in the family as much as
possible."

"They don't see eye-to-eye from what Michael says,"
Gareth added, "Old Man Roberts only takes placements
from the school to mend bridges between them if you
ask me."

"He's never spoken about in the firm," said James.

"Michael worked with the firm and wrote an article on
Clause 28 that upset the big guns in Roberts & Grimes,
he had to leave, at least that's what he told us!"

"Clause 28?" James asked

Gareth explained the controversy about the clause to a
very stunned James. James had never realised that the
clause in one of the education acts had outlawed any
activity that might promote homosexuality in the
classroom. As it happened the controversy that raged
about the rule was far deeper than it should have
been. Michael Roberts had addressed a meeting of
Outrage as a legal professional and explained the
legal side to the activists. His article in a gay
paper caused outcry in the company and the senior
solicitors drove him out.

"Why did he get involved?" james asked but as quickly
as he asked the question he anticipated the answer,
"is Michael Roberts queer?"

Gareth nodded.

"You have a queer teacher! Does that not break the
rules?"

Gareth smiled, "that's what people were mostly afraid
of when the clause came out first. A lot of people
thought that it would forbid homosexuals, or queers as
you call them, from teaching in the state sector."

"But it doesn't?"

Gareth shook his head, "no!"

"And you're okay with having a queer, I mean
homosexual teacher?" James asked.

"Of course I am!" Gareth replied a little bit too
enthusiastically and James read something else into
the eager response. Gareth, realising the exuberance,
blushed.

"Are you a homosexual?" James asked.

Gareth looked down into his pint, "no," he said
flatly, "I'm not a homosexual!" he reached for his
pint, raised it to his lips and drank, "I'm a queer!"
he stated as he placed his drink back on the table and
then looked James straight in the eye. It was James'
turn to blush.

Five years of hiding from everything behind legal
books had taken its toll on James' confidence. The
opportunity of admitting what he was and who he was
had suddenly presented itself and he wanted to go with
the flow and declare something from the rooftops but
there was another part of him that was reluctant to
dismantle the academic closet wherein he dwelt.

"Me too!" he blurted before realising what he had
said.

As the bookcases fell James felt vulnerable and
exposed. A fleeting moment and he had destroyed
everything he had built to protect himself from what
he feared most. Now, in a public house with a virtual
stranger, he had exposed his darkest secret and was
trying to find a way to reel the words back in.

"Me too what?" Gareth asked.

The opportunity presented itself all too easily. James
stared directly at Gareth and wondered what should he
do, should he back down now or go with the story?
Gareth leaned forward and whispered; "look mate, only
Michael and his boyfriend know about me others only
suspect it!"

James startled a bit, "so why are you telling me?"

"Because I though you was one too!"

"One what?"

"A queer!"

"What made you think that?"

James was getting irritated, his fears of exposure
were falling in on top of him like a dark storm cloud,
he could not believe that Gareth had blown his
carefully crafted cover, this was all happening too
quickly, it was none of Gareth's business, his career
was going down the tubes, he would get AIDS and die^Å

"Well was I right or not?" Gareth asked quietly.

"Yes you are!" James snapped suddenly realising that
he was now after telling somebody else about his
sexuality for the first time in his life.

Gareth laughed, "lighten up mate, I won't tell a
soul!"

"So why did you ask me then?" James snapped.

"Because I finish in Roberts & Grimes tomorrow at
lunchtime and I saw you looking at me a few times
yesterday and was just hoping that you might be^Å"

"^Å a homosexual!" James finished the sentence with a
laugh, "are you making a pass at me?" he asked
suddenly relaxed.

Gareth's confidence waned; the boot had suddenly ended
up on the other foot and it now seemed that James was
taking control of the conversation. "No!" he
stuttered, "I was just hoping that we might kind of
get to talk sometime!"

James sat back in his chair and felt relaxed for the
first time since the whole conversation had started.
He smiled over at Gareth and raised his glass,
"cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"And I'd love to meet up for a 'chat' sometime, soon!"
he said before he swallowed a mouthful of his beer,
"fancy another?"

Another one turned into another three and soon the two
were chatting away as if they had known each other for
years. It wasn't a very deep conversation, they spoke
of school and Michael Roberts, a bit about London and
were more rambling than speaking. It was approaching
eight o'clock when Gareth said that he needed to go
and 'drain the lizard'. "I've been bursting for some
time but didn't want to leave you for even a minute!"
he admitted.

"Me too!" James added as he stuck his wallet into his
back pocket and rose to accompany his new friend to
the toilets.

Standing at the urinal Gareth opened his flies and,
holding his dick in his hand, began to piss. James
stood beside him and looked down at Gareth's cock as
he struggled to open the button-fly of his more
expensive suit trousers.

"Take away your hand!" he urged.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" Gareth
replied.

James released the beast and Gareth felt his jaw
dropping; "fuck me!" he exclaimed as James'
trouser-snake came into view.

"I'd love to!" James answered quickly.

"For a bloke that doesn't have much meat on him you
sure have some meat on you!" Gareth laughed without
taking up the last remark. James was relieved that his
forwardness hadn't got him a slap on the face!

"Yours ain't exactly tiny either!" James said.

"Bollix! It's nowhere near in your league! How did you
get one that size?"

"Years of pulling must have stretched it!"

The two laughed as they finished their business and
zipped/buttoned up. They met again at the hand basins.

"Want to go on the town tonight?" James asked.

"Can't!" came the reply; "me mum will be worried if
I'm not home soon."

"You could call her!"

"I've no money."

"My treat!"

"Thanks mate but why should you pay for me?"

"Because you've just dragged me out of my fucking
closet and I need to celebrate, I think!"

Gareth laughed, one minute James was all about being
gay, the next he was embarrassed by it. "What about
work tomorrow?"

James sobered up immediately. He knew that he couldn't
go drinking because he had to be at work the next
morning, at the same time he couldn't bear to let
Gareth go home.

"After work tomorrow?" Gareth suggested.

They left the toilet and James considered his options.
Of course it would be more sensible to leave it to the
next day but he wanted to spend time with Gareth and
dreaded being alone on the first day of his life that
had been emotional.

"we could go back to my place and watch a video over a
bottle of wine!" he suggested, "you could stay over
and take the bed I'll sleep on the floor!"

"How would I explain that to my mum?"

"Tell her you're at an office party and will be
staying with me she won't object to that would she?"

Although he was a bit drunk Gareth understood James'
desire for company that evening, "I'll ask her!"

He called his mother on James mobile phone and she
didn't object. They left the pub and went to KFC for
something unhealthy to eat. As Gareth wasn't keen on
wine they bought a few beers in a late-night Tesco and
caught the tube to Baron's Court. On the way to the
house James picked up a copy of Seven at the video
store, the two boys had found it difficult to agree to
any particular genre of movie and thriller seemed the
only possible compromise.

When they arrived at the house Barry was installed in
front of the television watching some inane reality TV
show.

"Hi Barry!" James slurred, "this is Gareth he works
with me!"

"Howaya Gareth howaya going on?" Barry replied in his
soft Irish accent, "have you two boys been out
drinking or is that a rhetorical question?"

"Yeah we're well sauced!" James replied, "thought we
might sit in and watch a video if that's okay with
you!"

"Sure it is man, sit down there Gareth and make
yourself at home." Gareth sat into the big armchair
that Barry was pointing towards, "I won't stay on,
meeting up with a few mates from home!" he continued.

"Where are Cindy and Mike?" James asked, "do you think
they'd like to join us?"

"Mike's up in Bradford for a few days and Cindy hasn't
come home yet she probably won't be back till late."
Barry dragged himself up out of the chair and started
for the door, "I'll be home by midnight," he said
ruffling James' hair, "no wild parties whilst I'm out
son!"

James laughed, "not much chance of a party with just
two of us is there?"

"I've had many a great party with a few tins and
myself!" Barry muttered as he walked up the stairs to
get ready to go out.

A few moments later Barry called goodbye from the
hallway and the lads heard the door click shut behind
him.

"Didn't take him long to get ready!" Gareth remarked.

"Barry splashes water on his face, has a piss and puts
on his coat, that's what he calls getting ready!"

Gareth bent over to put the cassette into the video
player; James slumped into the sofa and admired the
now familiar sight of Gareth's stretched arse. He
cracked a can of beer open and sat back as Gareth
pressed the play button and retreated backwards
towards the couch. He slumped bedside James landing so
heavily that James almost dropped his beer.

"Welcome to faggot world!" Gareth howled as he cracked
his own beer open and raised the tin. James raised his
and they both drank almost half the contents in a
single gulp. The movie started and the two sat back
beside each other and watched in silence.

About ten minutes into the film Gareth rose to go to
the kitchen and get another beer. James watched his
arse as he walked off towards the fridge and lost
track of his thoughts. The beer had made him dizzy and
his mind was full of confused lustful thoughts.

Gareth walked back slowly, a can of beer in either
hand, "I've seen this one before have you?"

"Yep!"

"Apart from Brad Pitt there's fuck all reason to watch
it again," said Gareth.

"What would you rather do?" James asked a bit nervous
at the prospective answer.

"Have you a CD player and some music and we can have a
bop?"

"A bop?" James asked

"Yeah a bop, you know, a dance!" Gareth answered as he
gyrated his hips to demonstrate what the latter word
meant in case James didn't understand that either.

James was in a mild panic by now he had never danced
with another bloke and had no idea what Gareth wanted
to do. Did he want a slow dance or a disco or rave or
what?

"The CDs and player are behind the chair there!" he
said.

Gareth pulled the chair back and pulled out a few of
the CDs.

"You've got a Wham CD!" he cried out.

"That's Cindy's!" James protested "it's not mine."

Gareth pressed the play button again and dragging
James off the chair stood him up and they spent the
next half an hour bopping away to the eighties sound
of a young George Michael. They had particular fun
with the track 'Young Guns' so they set it to replay
and went mad around the room. There was a couple of
stumbles over furniture but overall the two inept
disco queens did remarkably well considering their
drunken state. They tried to do a routine but neither
had any coordination and the party tended towards
being more like a camp fiasco than anything else.

"You can't dance for shit!" Gareth goaded as he bumped
his pelvis into his mate.

"And you're no fucking Travolta either!" James replied
bumping a bit too forcefully back and sending Gareth
sprawling towards the kitchen door.

Gareth laughed as he picked himself up, "I'll get a
couple of beers," he suggested.

When Gareth went to the kitchen James changed the CD
to one of Barry's Meatloaf ones and selected "No
Matter What" he stood with his arms open as his friend
came back and dropping the beer on the small table
Gareth opened his and two embraced and began a slow
dance together. This was less difficult that a Wham
routine and two stared into each other's eyes as they
embraced harder and harder. It was then that Gareth
gave James a quick kiss on the lips. James almost
fainted. His cock sprang to attention, he had just
been kissed by another man and, without thinking, he
stuck his own lips back on Gareth's and the two began
a long hard mouth wallow.

As there kissing became more forceful the video and
the CD faded into the background and the two soon
found themselves collapsed onto the sofa, James on top
of Gareth with his hands pulling Gareth's head closer
to his own face and Gareth's hands groping at the
cheeks of James' arse. James began to slide back and
forth, his hard dick digging into Gareth's swollen
basket, unthinkingly he was fucking Gareth's balls.

After a five-minute bout of tongue wrestling James
pulled back, "oh my god Gareth I'm sorry I don't know
what came over me!" he apologised as he tried to pull
away.

"Well you didn't come over me if that's a
consolation," replied Gareth trying to pull him back.

James blushed a bit.

"But you did come all over yourself!" Gareth said with
a smile, "glad I turned you on so much buddy!"

"Would you mind if I went upstairs and cleaned myself
up?" James asked.

"Sure thing mate, I have Brad Pitt and the beer to
keep me occupied unless you want me to help?"

James looked at him quizzically. Gareth rose took
James' hand and led him upstairs, "I'll be your
valet!" he said as they walked towards the bedroom.
"Lie on your back on the bed!" he instructed as James
obeyed.

Gareth was entering his fantasy world. All he had ever
wanted was a man to undress and service and at last
the opportunity had arisen. Gently he opened the laces
of James' shoes and pulled them off. He placed them
neatly on the floor and James' legs slumped back so
his feet were on the ground. Gareth knelt by the bed
and took one of James' feet in his hands; gently he
peeled the sock off and then repeated the ritual with
the second foot. He balled the socks and placed them
in one of the shoes. Still kneeling he reached up to
open the button fly of James' expensive trousers. He
peeled them slowly over his mate's hips and slowly
removed them from his legs. He folded them and placed
them neatly on the bed. He liked being the valet for
this young man. James lay still, his heart thumping
and his mind racing, his navy blue briefs were tented
by his resumed erection and there was a dark spot
where he had cum earlier. He rose up on his elbows to
watch the next part as Gareth hooked his fingers under
the waistband of the briefs and began to pull them.
James' cock prevented them from moving easily so
Gareth reached for it and removed the elastic over the
sensitive head. As he pulled the briefs away ropey
strands of cum tied the fabric back to James' pubic
bush and his knob. Slowly Gareth peeled the dampened
briefs down James' legs until they were off. He made a
ball of them and reached up to wipe the cum off James'
pubic region.

"Dear me Sir," Gareth said in a formal voice, "we have
messed ourselves a bit today haven't we? Would sir
like me to use the washing machine on his cock?"

James looked bemused as Gareth reached forward and
took his hard shaft into his fist. He suspected his
mate's intentions but didn't want to say anything in
case it seemed forward of him.

Gareth reached forward and James closed his eyes as
the hot warm mouth he had just kissed so deeply closed
itself gently over the mushroom head of his now
painfully erect dick. Gareth's hand pulled at the skin
of the shaft exposing the head completely from its
foreskin cover, James' elbows collapsed underneath him
as the sudden rasp of a tongue slid along the bottom
of his bell-head.

"Oh good fuck!" he roared.

Gareth looked along James' stretched abdomen and
realising that he had found a soft spot he began to
slide his tongue along the ridge tickling every nerve
inside James' body. It has always been said that men
think with their dicks and this seemed proof for
James. He thought that every nerve in his body was
centred on his knob, the sensation was too much, he
tried to pull out but Gareth had locked his lips
around the top of his shaft and was refusing to let
his prize get away.

"STOP!" James howled even though his moans told his
sucker that he didn't want him to stop at all. He
fished his own cock out of his trousers and began to
wank himself as he sucked his mate's cock. James was
writhing on the bed, he had never before experienced
anything like this and Gareth was pounding his own
cock furiously because, surprisingly, this was his
first time to ever take a cock in his mouth. Certainly
he had often thought about it, but this was his first
time too.

 James began to buck his hips ramming the tip against
the point where the hard and soft palette of Gareth's
mouth met. But Gareth never released his hold.

"Fuck it Gareth I'm going to cum!" James panted
between breaths. He could feel a load sliding along
the sensitive tube inside his hard dick, he knew it
wouldn't take long and without saying anything he shot
a second load inside Gareth's mouth coating the entire
orifice in a sudden splash of thick cum. Gareth slowly
rose to his feet, he was still bent over refusing to
relinquish his hold on James' cock, James closed his
eyes as Gareth suddenly stood and shot a long strand
of cum right up the length of James' prone body,
reaching his nose and covering his shirt and tie in
splashes of white juice.

James rose up on his elbows again; he licked the drop
of cum just above his lips taking Gareth's seed inside
his mouth. Gareth opened his own mouth to show his
mate the deposit he still had inside and then proudly
gulped to swallow it!

James was amazed. Gareth approached closer holding his
cock out in front of him, "want to return the favour
for a buddy?" he asked.

Without saying a word James sat upright and reached
for the slab of meat that Gareth proffered, slowly he
closed his lips around the stem and using his tongue
he cleaned the wet bloated pole. Gareth threw his head
back in enjoyment of the feeling, his hardon was
wilting but he had waited for years to do this and now
that he had he never wanted to stop!

"Fuck it's nearly midnight!" James said in a minor
panic, "the others will be home soon, we'd better get
dressed and get downstairs before anybody finds out!"

Gareth stuffed his cock back into his trousers and
James shot up of the bed to find clothes to wear, he
threw on his jeans and a t-shirt and followed Gareth
down the stairs to the sitting room where the video
and the beer awaited them.

They drank three more beers each and talked their way
through a movie on the TV, neither of them would ever
remember who fell asleep first!


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