Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 07:09:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: John <traveller_1141@yahoo.com>
Subject: James 14

Part fourteen, here a little sooner than I had originally thought.
Inspiration strikes at odd times.  I wanted to add a little more romance to
the story.  If you're going through James-Dave sex withdrawal, don't worry.
Plenty of that coming soon.  Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this.


Part XIV

	I sat on the couch of my apartment, watching as Laura moved more
boxes in.  James and I had made the agreement that I would stay in my old
place with Matt until after graduation, but most of my stuff was already
over there.  Laura had a huge pile of boxes on the opposite wall next to
where my keyboard used to be.  As she plopped down the last one with a loud
"oof," I asked her a question.  "Tell me again how your parents agreed to
this so easily."
	Laura pushed a strand of brown hair back under her cap---I mean
Matt's cap---that she had "borrowed" about a year ago.  "My folks barely
batted an eyelash.  We told them about our engagement first, then me moving
in.  They're pretty progressive, so they don't care."
	I shook my head in wonder.  "Some of us should be so lucky.  I
wonder what my parents will say when I tell them I've moved in with James
without the benefit of wedlock."
	Laura laughed.  "Benefit of wedlock?  Listen to you."  She sat down
on the couch next to me and wiped her face with a rag.  "Do you really
think they'll care?  Let's list here: gay son, goes hundreds of miles away
to grad school, getting hitched to his boyfriend.  I don't think that after
all the rest that they'll care about you two shacking up."
	"Maybe so," I said as I flicked a piece of lint off her elbow.
	"So when's the big trip back home for you and lover boy?"
	I sighed.  "Next week.  Graduation tomorrow, get all settled for a
few days, James has some job interviews, I have some interviews, and then
we head out next Friday."
	Laura pulled off her cap and shook out her hair.  As a one hundred
percent gay man, I had no attraction to her, but I could see that she was a
beautiful young woman.  Matt was very lucky, I thought as I smiled.  "How's
he taking it?" she asked.
	I closed my eyes and leaned back.  "As well as can be expected.  He
avoids the issue every time I try to bring it up, and he is really going
gung ho about graduation and me moving in and stuff, trying to deflect his
own mind."
	"Well, I imagine this is tough for him.  He hasn't seen them in
years."
	I sat back into the cushions.  "Yeah, added onto the other
emotional baggage he's carrying where they're concerned.  Then add on the
fact that he's bringing his boyfriend soon-to-be-husband with him."
	Laura looked down at her shoes.  "You don't think he should be
taking you, do you?"
	I nodded forcefully.  "Definitely not.  I think it's going to be
tough enough on him as it is without having to force his gayness down his
family's throat with me there."
	Laura looked at me.  "Dave, don't you think you should let him
decide what's tough enough for him?"
	I sighed.  "I know what you're saying Laura, but I don't think he's
thought this through."
	"Dave, he's probably been thinking this through for years now.  Did
it occur to you that he might have waited to go home until he found someone
he could love and trust and could lean on to support him through this tough
time?"
	I made a face.  "Honestly no, it hadn't occurred to me.  I just
thought he was going to pop in and say, `Hey Mom and Dad!  It's me, James,
with my homosexual life partner.' "
	Laura rolled her eyes.  "Sometimes I wonder about you, Dave.  For
someone so smart, you can be awfully dense."
	We sat in silence for a few moments before I spoke again.  "You
really think that's why he wants me to come so bad?"
	Laura smiled.  "Yes, I think that's why.  I'd be willing to bet on
it."


	"Put it here."
	"No, I think it would look better there."
	James and I stood in his---our apartment, trying to figure out the
best place to put my framed degree.  The apartment had two bedrooms, and
James already had one set up as a study/office.  Now it was crammed with
two desks and computers, my collection of books, and James' weight bench.
Setting up housekeeping was a bitch, I thought.  I looked at the piece of
paper declaring for all the world that I, David Collins, was the holder of
a PhD in history.  I wanted to put it on the wall above my desk with my
other framed stuff.  James thought it would look better on the top shelf of
the bookcase with some of my trophies.  That led to "discussion" on where
it would look best, and the two of us choosing places all over the room.
	"Here."
	"No, there."
	James sighed and twirled the hammer in his hand.  "Look, Dave, we
put it on display, or we don't.  It doesn't matter to me."
	I looked down at the floor.  Sniping again, I thought.  Damn, I
could be a picky ass when I wanted to be.  I grabbed James' hand in mine.
"Look, we can put it wherever you want.  It's your place, after all."
	James looked at me.  "No, Dave, it's our place now.  I want that to
sink into your thick skull."  He lightly tapped my forehead with the hammer
and grinned.  "You aren't some glorified houseguest, you are living with
me."  With that, he picked up the nail and hammered it into the spot I had
selected above my desk.  "There.  Perfect," he said as he straightened the
frame.
	That was kind of the metaphor for our life as a living-together
couple.  I was really learning the meaning of the word `compromise.'  We
had managed to avoid major arguments for the few days we had been settling
in, mostly because we didn't have a lot to fight about.  I was beginning to
see that staying together every night, no matter how many months it had
gone on, still didn't prepare you for actually living with someone.
	James had a few idiosyncrasies that I hadn't guessed.  He had this
way of arranging his cabinets in the kitchen that I had totally missed.  I
had just seen his dish arrangements before; now I saw he had his pots and
pans, his utensils, and all the food arranged just so and if the
arrangement was messed up, his whole day was ruined.  Personally, I didn't
care where all the stuff went so I decided I would live with this one.
Also, James could not stand for a light to be left on in a room where
nobody was, so he would go around turning lights off.  Plus he was always
going around straightening everything up.  James, for a laid-back person,
could be quite the neat freak.
	Then again, I guess he had to get used to some stuff with me, too.
I had to have my keyboard in a place where I could see out the window.  I
loved to sit and play while watching the outside world.  It was one of my
favorite ways to relax.  That, of course, required the total rearrangement
of the furniture.  Before, when I had been merely a stayover, I had brought
my toiletries in a bag or had simply used James' stuff.  Now that I was
living there, all my stuff was there and that had caused an interesting
discussion when I found out James had used some of my shampoo.  I had a
favorite, not-so-inexpensive brand that I really liked, and on a grad
student's salary it wasn't easy to come by so I had to economize.  I had
picked up the bottle and saw the level was a good bit lower than before.
We argued in the bathroom for a good five minutes before it occurred to
both of us that we were arguing over shampoo, and we had ended up both
sitting on the floor laughing our heads off at the idea.  That incident had
pretty much been a watershed, and we hadn't argued about anything since.
	I stared at my now-hanging degree, and followed James back into the
living room.  He sat on the couch and I joined him.  I grabbed his left
hand.  "What do you think so far?" I asked.
	James laughed.  "Not so easy as I had thought.  We slept together
nearly every night from when we first got together, so I figured it would
be easy to shack up."
	"Not so easy huh?"
	"Not at all, shampoo boy."
	We both laughed.  I leaned over and nuzzled his cheek with my head.
"I wouldn't change anything, you know.  It's a good thing for us to learn
to live together if we're going to be together forever."
	James turned and kissed my forehead.  "Yup.  So far, I haven't
found anything about you that I absolutely hate.  Well, except maybe that
you have no concept of condiment arrangement or that you're really
sensitive about your toiletries."
	I raised my head to look at James.  He had this teasing smirk on
his face, and we both chuckled.  "Well, if that's as bad as it gets, we're
okay," I remarked.


	Over the course of the next few days, I had several interviews.
One was for a consulting job, one was at a historical society, and I had
three at private schools.  There were no college-level teaching positions
open anywhere in the area.  After three days of interviews without anything
really firing my imagination, I was ready for a break so I decided to sleep
in the next day.  I didn't even noticed James get up to go to his
interview, his third.
	I emerged from the shower at eleven thirty to see James walk back
in from his interview.  I took a minute to enjoy the sight of my man
dressed up, and my mouth literally watered.  He was wearing a dark brown
suit that brought out his eyes.  The suit did nothing to hide his
well-built frame at all.  When he turned around, I was a little surprised
to see he had worn his glasses to the interview.  When I pointed it out to
him, he grinned.  "Doesn't hurt to look a little intellectual."
	"So did it work?" I ask as I continued to dry my hair.  His brown
pants were loose toward the cuff, but they were taut over his very nice
ass.  When he turned around to face me, I noticed they were equally
well-fitting across the front.  If his interviewer was a woman or a gay
man, I thought, he was a shoo-in.  He was a devastating sight.  My dick
began to grow a little.
	James untied his tie.  "Nope.  They don't have any room for English
or writing instructors at that school."
	"Was the interviewer a man?"
	"Yup."
	"Gay?"
	James laughed.  "Who knows?  He was some old dude, had to be in his
sixties.  He wore these really thick coke-bottle glasses and he never even
looked up from the papers he was reading."
	I laid my hand on his shoulder.  "Well, you have some interviews
lined up for later this month, right?"
	He nodded and hung up his coat.  "Yeah, it's not a big deal.  This
place wasn't my first choice anyway."
	"There you go.  You'll be fine."  James continued to undress and
when he slipped off his trousers I noticed that while he had worn his
glasses, he still hadn't worn any underwear.  Some things never change, I
thought.  He probably wouldn't wear underwear in church.
	As I rummaged in the drawer for some underwear of my own, I noticed
James pull on an old pair of shorts.  "What are you doing with those on?" I
asked.
	"Well," he said with a mischievous smile, "I'm planning on washing
my truck before we go to Kentucky."
	"And?" I asked.
	"I was hoping you would help."
	I rolled my eyes and he gave me puppy dog eyes.  I sighed and gave
in.  "Okay, let me get something on.  Where were you planning to do this?"
	James gestured toward the door.  "Out in the parking lot.  The
bucket, sponge, and soap and all are in the kitchen, and I'll take them out
with me.  You just come out when you're ready."
	I pulled on a pair of worn cutoffs and walked outside in my bare
feet.  He already had his old Jeep Wagoneer pulled up next to the hose
outlet and was spraying water into a bucket of foamy water.  He looked at
me and grinned salaciously.  "Mmm, mmm.  Mouth-watering."
	I smiled back.  "Ditto, sir."  I stood by as he filled the bucket.
The worn shorts he wore left nothing to the imagination.  They were worn
thin in many places, with some strategic rips.  His hefty meat swung
noticeably with each movement of his fine body, and I noticed a rip then
went right below his waist and continued over his tanned left ass cheek.
"Are you sure you can wear those shorts in public without getting cited for
indecent exposure?"  James just grinned bigger and licked his lips.  My
shorts became a little bit tighter.
	When the foam reached the top, he reached in and pulled out a
sponge.  "Here.  You wash, I'll rinse."
	I glared at him playfully.  "Sure, give me the tough job."
	James began spraying the roof.  "Well, you're a big strong man with
a hairy chest and all.  This is right up your alley."
	I flicked some foam on him and he jerked the hose toward me,
getting water on me.  "Watch it, boy," I growled playfully.
	For about ten minutes, we worked pretty quietly, me scrubbing with
the sponge, him rinsing off the soapy water.  I was finding it hard to
concentrate on the car because the spray from the hose had given James'
torso a wet sheen.  There's nothing sexier than a man who's just a little
wet, I thought.  My shorts grew tight again.  If I got any more horny, my
dick was going to come right out the bottom of my cutoffs.  I began
scrubbing a little harder to distract my mind.
	I was working on the hood when I saw him standing on the other side
with a devilish glint in his eyes.  "Uh-oh," I said.  "What are you
thinking?"
	"Nothing," he answered.  But he didn't quit staring at me.  I knew
he was up to no good.  I took a step back after finishing and he started
spraying.  Just as he got the last bit of soap off the hood, I saw him look
at me and grin.  I instantly knew what he was planning.  "Don't you even
think about..." I was cut off by a spray of water directly in my face.  I
sputtered and began cursing.
	"Uh-uh," James chided.  "Watch that language!  This is a family
show.  Guess I'll have to clean that dirty mouth out."  He sprayed me
again.  Then he looked down at my bulging cutoffs.  "Hmm.  Looks like
someone has a dirty mind as well.  Guess I'll have to clean that with a
cold shower."  He started spraying my whole body then.
	"That's it!" I roared and I sprinted around the Jeep, but I was
stopped cold by the spray.  Blinded by the water, I chucked the soapy
sponge at him which only made him laugh harder.
	I went back around to the other side and grabbed the bucket of
soapy water.  "This'll get ya!" I yelled as I threw the water over the hood
directly at him.  Yes!  Direct hit.  As he shook his head, I ran back
around and grabbed his hand with the hose in it.  Just as I grabbed his
wrist, he sprayed again, but this time it got both of us.  I reached in
with both hands and managed to wrestle the hose from him and opened up on
him full-force.  "Ha ha!  How do you like this?"  I sprayed him all over,
ending at his feet.  I began spritzing them.  "Dance, boy!"
	We were both laughing by then and then he tried to grab the hose
from me.  This time I tossed it to the ground, so he tried to get to my
ribs to tickle me.  I grabbed his wrists to hold him at bay, and we started
wrestling there right in the middle of the parking lot.  Our slick bodies
made it difficult to get a good hold, but soon he had his head pushing into
my chest and I had my hand down the back of his shorts.  That was when we
started getting hysterical.  I couldn't hold on, I was laughing so much.
He still had some soap clinging stubbornly to his hair and eyelashes, and
he looked so cute.
	He looked up at me and grinned that naughty-boy grin.  That grin,
combined with his wet shiny skin on his taut muscular frame and the way his
shorts clung to his lower body made all the blood in my body rush to my
crotch right then.  I reached out a grabbed him, pulling him to me.  I
began sucking on his neck and he squealed.  "Dave!  We're in the middle of
the parking lot!"
	"So we are," I mumbled.  I dragged him behind the Jeep out of sight
and began mauling him with my hands.  I had his shorts halfway down before
he was able to pull away.
	"Dave, come on!  Anybody could see us!"  He looked around as he
dragged his ragged shorts back to his waist.
	I just stared at him, lust pounding in my blood.  "So?  Come on,
Mister Exhibitionist.  Live a little."  I grabbed his waist again, but he
pulled away.
	"Uh-uh.  We finish the car first."  I could feel my lower lip
protruding in a pout.  Damn, I thought.  I looked down at Big-Little Dave
pushing out my fly.  Down boy, I thought.
	We finished the car in record time.  I was almost jumping up and
down, thinking that we could finally go inside and finish what we started.
Then James produced two towels.  "Time to dry."  Damn!
	We started drying, but I couldn't concentrate.  I kept thinking
about how James' muscular, smooth chest glistened in the sun with all those
water droplets.  I thought about how his wet shorts clung to his round,
tight ass.  I thought about how his blond hair looked like a glowing halo
on an angel of total sex... whoa!  I shook my head.  Damn, I thought as I
squeezed my aching meat.  I need to finish this damn truck up!
	James and I were both working on the same side when I noticed the
way he was drying.  The muscles in his arms bunched and flexed rhythmically
as he rubbed.  He was moving the towel sensuously across the surface, like
he was massaging a body.  Oh lord, I thought as my cock ached again.  I
started drying more furiously.  Each time I looked over at James he was
slowly massaging the water off his Jeep, and I grew more and more horny.
Just as I swiped the last drops off the back, he finished his side too.  He
dropped his towel on the pavement and sent a smoldering look my way.  I
growled deep in my throat.  Without a word we coiled up the hose and put
together our materials.  He didn't say a word as he pressed the keys in my
hand.  I knew what that look promised: utter satisfaction if I would hurry
up and move the damn truck back to its space.  James picked up the bucket,
the sponge, and the towels and began walking back toward the building.  I
growled again as I watched his sexy ass move.  Then I jumped in the
Wagoneer and burned rubber moving the truck back.
	I got out and raced up the stairs two at a time.  When I got to the
door, there in front of the door was a bit of soaked cloth; James' shorts.
I groaned, deep and long before going inside.
	I dropped his shorts on the kitchen floor and undid the button on
mine, allowing them to drop next to his.  I walked back to the bedroom in
my soaked boxer-briefs, which were practically transparent.  When I walked
in, my heart leapt into my throat and my cock jumped.  Lounging across the
bed, like a cat, was my man, six feet one inch of total hunkiness.
	James stretched and opened his eyes.  His eyes caught mine and he
smiled.  I felt a wave of warmth ooze over my body like warm honey.  He got
up from the bed and walked over to me.  He put his hands on my arms and
pulled me close and breathed in my scent.  "Mmm," he murmured.  "I don't
think I'll ever get tired of your smell."
	I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a huge hug.  We
stood like that, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together.  I
took a whiff.  As always, James had a hint of Calvin Klein's Obsession,
sweat, and some scent that was uniquely him.  If I were blind, deaf, dumb,
and without a sense of touch, I knew I could always recognize him by his
scent.
	James put his hand on the back of my head and held it there for a
second.  "I love you," he whispered before he pulled me into a hot kiss.
Our tongues dueled as my hands roamed his tight back.  My dick ached
painfully inside my wet underwear.  James ran his hand down my back to my
waist, where he stopped.  "Hmm, I think we can get rid of these."  I just
moaned my response as he knelt in front of me.
	James sat, staring at the bulge in the front of my boxer-briefs.
Then he leaned forward and blew hot air onto my bulging fly.  The heat of
his breath against the cold cloth was a sensation that caused me to groan
loudly.  He did it again, mouthing my bulge.  "Please," I groaned.  James
leaned forward and began sucking my throbbing meat through the wet fabric.
I jumped and felt the precum begin to ooze out.
	James ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and began massaging
my hamstrings, making my legs relax.  The sensations washing over me were
heavenly, but I wanted his mouth on my bare meat.  Sensing my impatience,
James hooked his fingers in the waist of my boxer-briefs and slowly pulled
them down.  The head of my pecker caught in the waistband as he pulled, and
he used his lips and tongue to work it free.  I was in sweet agony.
	Once rid of my wet confinement, my dick began jumping with my
pulse.  James wrapped one hand around it, and then began sucking like a
young kid would an extra-thick milkshake.  My legs buckled and if it hadn't
been for James' other arm wrapped around them, I would have dropped to the
floor.  His hand worked its way up my leg to my ass, and he began playing
around with my cheeks.
	James began flicking his tongue over my sensitive head.  I groaned
and relaxed my legs more, allowing his hand access to the juncture of my
thighs.  His fingers roved around, rubbing the hard ridge under my nuts.
He released my dick from his mouth and began licking my nutsack as his
finger reached my pucker.  I instinctively tensed, but a whisper from my
love made me relax again.  "Shh, Dave.  Don't worry, I won't do anything.
Just relax and enjoy," James murmured against my testicles.  I gave in to
the sensation.
	James licked his finger and began teasing my puckered hole a little
more.  He pushed on it a little, then he mouthed his way back up to my
cock, taking it deep into his throat at the same time his finger penetrated
my ass.  I clenched my teeth a little at the intrusion, but some voice
inside my head told me to trust James.  I kept breathing, reminding myself
that this was the man I loved, the man I wanted to spend my life with.  I
willed my ring to relax and let his finger inside.  James hummed his
pleasure around my hard pole.  Then he began bobbing his head at a fast
pace up and down my shaft, making my temperature rise about a million
degrees.  I was beginning to get close when he pulled away.  I whined my
displeasure.
	James stood up and kissed me long and hard.  Then he kissed my ear
and whispered, "Lie down on the bed, face down."  I pulled back and looked
at him.  Was he really asking me what I thought he was?  "Trust me," he
said.  He took my hand and put it to his heart.  He placed his other hand
on mine.  "Trust this, Dave.  I won't do anything to hurt you."
	I closed my eyes, trying to force out the thoughts of my last
painful encounter of this type.  I nodded my head and laid down on the bed.
Trust this, his words echoed.
	I felt a warm wetness around my ankles.  James was licking his way
up my legs.  He covered each and every inch of my muscular calves with his
tongue before going after the backs of my knees.  This was a sensitive spot
for me, so I jumped and wriggled with each tongue stroke.  My dick softened
a little with the excess stimulation, but it jumped to full hardness again
when he got to the inside of my thighs.  Then he reached and parted my ass
cheeks.  Then I felt his tongue touch my hole and I swear I jumped three
feet of the bed.
	It never felt that good before, I thought.  One touch was all it
took to make me jump.  Usually I didn't respond to rimming.  Maybe he's
doing something different.  Or maybe it's because he's different, I
thought.  Then all thought was banished by another swipe of his warm, wet
tongue.  With every stroke, James sent me further into a nirvana I had
never experienced with another man.  When his tongue speared into my
asshole, I thought the planets had realigned.  My world lurched in one
direction and another with each thrust.  I was in such heaven that I didn't
notice him stick a finger inside.  When he stuck a second in, I noticed.  I
momentarily tensed, but a slick tonguing from James made me relax again.
Then I noticed and appreciated how long James' fingers were, because one of
them at that exact moment touched my prostate.  I howled in ecstasy as his
fingers began stroking.
	Before long, he had three fingers thrust inside my hole, moving,
trying to stretch the muscles.  I was panting and moaning.  Having my ass
penetrated had never been like this.  Slowly, James pulled his fingers out
and I felt so empty.  I finally saw why some men enjoyed this.  With the
right man, everything felt good.  James reached up to the nightstand and
pulled out a condom and the bottle of lube.  "Turn over," he said.  I
turned over, and my heart was flooded with emotion.  There above me was my
man, my soul mate.  I was about to give myself to him totally, something I
had never been able to do.  I saw it all clearly in my head, why I had
never been able to do this before.  It took total trust on my side to relax
enough.  This man was the love of my life, and with him I was willing and
ready.
	I reached down and put the condom on James' huge dick as he rubbed
lube into my hole.  I wondered a bit about the size of his huge meat, but I
reminded myself that James promised not to hurt me.  I forced down my fear
and looked into his eyes.  There I saw a deep love.  I smiled and grabbed
the bottle of lube.  I poured a generous amount onto his horse dick.  "Go
slow," I whispered.  He nodded before bending to kiss me.
	He sat back and pulled my legs into the air.  "Remember to
breathe," he said.  His eyes never left mine.  He grabbed his cock with one
hand and then rubbed my hole with the other before bringing the head of his
uncut prick to it.  He smiled at me, and I nodded.  He began pushing
slightly.  I flinched at the pressure, but I concentrated on James' eyes.
Total love and trust.  I breathed steadily as he slowly pushed forward.  I
took a deep breath and bore down, and his meat slid in a few inches.  I
inhaled sharply at the burning pain.
	"Shh," James said.  He caressed my damp forehead.  "Shh.  Just
breathe.  Trust me."
	I nodded and breathed again.  Soon the pain dissipated until there
was just a dull feeling of fullness.  Then James began to push again.  Each
time I flinched and tensed he stopped and repeated what he did before,
whispering soothing words and touching me.  Then he began pushing again.
This time, the pain never came.  I was stretched to total fullness.  He
pushed in steadily, and then his dick rubbed across my prostate.  I
couldn't help it, I yelled out in agonized pleasure.  That was exactly what
it was like, agonized pleasure.  My ass was being stretched beyond
capacity, and it felt more intense than anything I had ever done in my
life.
	His dick continuously rubbed my hard love gland inside, and I
didn't even noticed when he bottomed out.  I was riding a wave of pleasure.
He breathed out.  "God, you are so tight."
	I looked down.  He was bottomed out inside me.  I couldn't believe
I had his entire penis inside my ass.  I looked back up at him in
astonishment.  He just grinned and moved around a little, causing waves to
rush from my prostate to my overstimulated brain.  That did it.  I reached
down and grabbed his ass just like he had done to me so many times before.
"Fuck me," I growled.
	That was all it took for James.  He pulled out slightly, and then
pushed in again.  It took a few minutes, but soon I was relaxed enough for
him to start a steady rhythm.  It wasn't fast, it wasn't very hard.  It was
tender, slow, sweet.  I felt more in love with him at that moment than ever
before.  He was putting his own pleasure aside to make this feel good for
me.
	We didn't go for very long before the dull fullness became a little
more painful.  From there it became very painful.  "Ow, James," I moaned.
"I don't know if I can take any more right now."
	"Let me try something," he said.  He slowly pulled out of me and
reached for the bottle of lubricant.  He poured more on his dick, then some
on my aching hole.  "Okay?" he asked.  I nodded, and he pushed back in
again.  The lube eased the pain, and we were able to go on.  My brain
couldn't handle the signals, so it shut down to enjoy the ride.  My body
was reduced to my prostate, the nerve endings in my ass, and my hard cock.
	James began thrusting a little faster, and the pain receptors fired
again, bringing my brain to full alertness.  "Okay," I said as I shifted.
"Enough for now."
	James smiled at me.  "Okay."  He leaned down and kissed me again.
"Thank you."
	I grimaced a little.  "For what?"
	"For letting me do this.  I know it took a lot."
	I breathed out and just smiled.  "I love you."
	"I love you too."  James then pulled out of my quivering hole.  He
lowered my legs to the bed and then pulled off his condom.  "How do you
feel?"
	I laughed.  "I don't know, dude.  The pain's gone for now, but it
still feels kind of weird."
	"It will for a while.  It'll be okay though."  James looked down at
my dick which had almost gone soft.  "Still feel like some fun?" he asked.
Then he grinned at me.  My dick sprung back to life.
	"Oh yes," I said.
	James laid back down on his back.  "Your turn," he said as he
lifted his legs into the air.  I reached for a condom and was ready and
lubed in fifteen seconds flat.  I took a minute to prepare his ass, then I
was ready to go in.  James and I had done this enough that he didn't take a
lot of preparation.  Once I was in, he wrapped his legs around my waist.  I
leaned down so that my weight was resting on him and we deep kissed as I
thrust in and out.  We made slow love that afternoon, taking our time to
enjoy each other and the feelings our bodies gave us.  When our orgasms
came, they were every bit as powerful as usual, but neither of us yelled or
thrashed.  We just held each other as we spasmed out our release.


	I woke up to a throbbing pain in my butt.  I reached down and
touched my tender flesh.  Yup, that's going to be really sore really soon,
I thought.  I looked over at James, who was curled up against my side.  I
smiled.  Such tenderness, I thought.  He's too good for me sometimes.  I
shifted a little, hoping he would wake up soon.
	As if on cue, James opened his eyes.  He grinned sleepily.  "Hey,"
he said.
	"Hey."
	James rolled over on his stomach.  "How are you feeling?"
	I grimaced as I tried to clinch my ass.  "About to be sore."
	James sat up and stretched.  "Okay, let's go," he said.  He got up
and walked around to my side of the bed.
	"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
	James jerked his head toward the bathroom.  "The bathroom, silly.
We need to get you into a warm tub.  It'll help with the soreness.  You
should know that, Mister Big-time Football Player."
	I made a face at him, but allowed him to pull me to my feet.  As
soon as I was standing, every muscle from the waist down screamed out in
protest.  "Ow!" I yelled.
	James grabbed me around the waist.  "Easy, don't fall."  We started
making steps toward the bathroom.  Each step made me more pissed off at
myself.
	"I can't believe this," I grumbled.  "I thought I was in better
shape than this."
	"You are in good shape," James said as we walked into the bathroom.
"It doesn't matter how well-conditioned you are.  Your muscles aren't used
to being moved and stretched like they were, even your legs.  They are all
coordinated, so they're all bound to hurt some."  I mumbled a little, but
stood there as James began running warm water into the tub.  "Okay, just
have a seat in here.  I'll go get you some Tylenol."
	I lowered myself into the warm water and breathed out a heavy
"ahhh" as the warm water began to do its work on my now-sore muscles.  It
reminded me of soaking in a whirlpool after a strenuous game.  I relaxed
and let my mind wander.
	I opened my eyes to find James staring at me.  He smiled.  "Enjoy
your nap?" he asked.
	"Nap?" I asked.
	"Yeah, nap.  I came back in here and you were sound asleep."
	I sat upright.  "How long ago was that?"
	James chuckled.  "Just about five minutes.  No big deal.  Things
easing up down there?"
	I nodded and settled back into the tub. "Mmm, yeah.  Feels good.
Have you ever thought about getting a whirlpool tub in here?"
	James laughed.  "Every day I've lived here.  I can't though.  All
the changes to the apartments have to be cleared with the manager and the
owner.  Too much red tape for me.  Here," he said.  "Hold out your hand."
He dropped two white pills into my hand and handed me a glass of water.
	I swallowed the pills.  "Did you have to do this after your first
time?"
	James put the glass down.  "Me?  Hell no," he said.  I looked at
him in amazement.  "Some people are naturals at this.  I guess I am just
one of them.  I was also kind of lucky, too.  The guy who was my first time
was only about five inches long and not very thick.  At the time I thought
I was fucking with John Holmes it felt so good."  He grinned.
	"Then how did you know?" I asked.
	"Well, first of all it's common sense.  When you use or abuse
muscles that aren't used to the activity, warm water and some Tylenol
always helps.  I told a guy once who had this same problem to try this.  He
told me later that it did the trick."
	I chuckled.  "Funny you use the word `trick.'  Is that what he
was?"
	James shook his head.  "Nah.  Just a friend who worked at the club
when I did.  He bottomed for the first time and was really sore the next
day."
	We sat there in silence for a few minutes.  "James?"
	"Yeah?"
	I looked up.  "Thanks."
	James smiled.  "You don't need to say it.  Your eyes said it all."
	I smiled.  "What do you mean?"
	James shook his head.  "We've been together long enough that I can
practically read your mind by looking in your eyes.  I never saw any fear
in your eyes.  All I saw was love, trust, and then I saw gratitude.  So you
don't need to say anything."  He leaned down and kissed me.  I grabbed his
waist and pulled him into the tub with me, splashing water all over the
floor.  Neither of us cared a bit as our mouths touched.


	I put my bag in the back and slammed down the hatch of the Wagoneer
and looked up at the sky.  Damn.  Six in the morning.  Way too early to
start a trip, I thought.  Then again, it would take us a good part of the
day to get to Kentucky.
	I walked around to the side where Matt and Laura stood with Todd
and Barry.  I half expected Barry to be a total bitch for having to be up
this early, but under the circumstances I guess he decided to keep his rosy
early-morning disposition to himself.
	I stood next to James and wrapped my arm around his waist.  He was
trembling slightly.  I looked at him and caught his eyes and gave him what
I hoped was a reassuring smile.  He smiled back weakly.  "Well, I guess
it's time to go," I said.
	"Good luck, and have a good trip," Laura said as she hugged both of
us.
	"We will, thanks," I said as I let her go.
	"See you in about a week," Matt said as he held out his hand to
shake, then he shook his head.  "What the hell," he said as he pulled both
of us into hugs.
	The we turned to Todd and Barry.  "Everything'll be fine," Todd
said as he hugged James.
	"I know," James said.
	Then up walked Barry.  He didn't say a word as he hugged James, but
when he hugged me, he whispered, "Make sure nothing happens to him!" into
my ear.
	I nodded and smiled.  "You don't have to worry about that."
	With the farewells said, I got behind the wheel and James got in on
the passenger side.  We decided I would drive the morning shift, and James
would take over in the afternoon so that he would be driving when we got to
roads that were familiar to him.
	I arranged everything on my side and turned on the cell phone.
"You all set?" I asked as I looked at my love.
	"Yup," he said.
	"They do know we're coming, right?" I asked.
	James nodded gravely.  "I talked to Elizabeth the other day, and
Deanna on the phone last night.  Mom and Dad know both of us are coming,
and they're supposedly cool about it."  James looked at me like he was not
at all convinced.
	I grabbed his hand.  "Then I'm sure it'll all be okay."  I wasn't
sure at all, but I was damn well not going to let him see it.  I started
the Jeep up, waved to our friends, and then pulled out of the parking lot.

End of Part XIV


Ahh, I can already hear the strains of "My Old Kentucky Home."  Comments
welcome, as always.