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Christopher's Story

Copyright 2002 Eric DravenŽ

Chapter Eleven

  "Will you hold me?" asked James, breaking the silence between us.

    Without words, I simply slid down in the bed until I was close to him and took him into my arms.  He rested his head against my chest, and we were quiet once again.  I really wanted to know what was bothering him, but I still wasn't ready to push him into telling me anything.   The last thing I wanted to do was alienate him.  We'd had a great time together until Kyle walked into my room, and I was still angry with Kyle for the way he'd treated James.

    I was hoping that James would decide to trust me enough to tell me what was going on.  It was hard to see him this way.  I was so used to the hard exterior that he projected to the outside world.   I was hardly ready for this soft and scared side of him.  Still, being a friend was all I could do for him.

    We laid there quietly for a long time, and I noticed that the sky outside my window was getting darker and darker.  I was almost ready to drift off when my dad called us downstairs.   Reluctantly, James got up, and I followed him downstairs with the smell of pizza drifting up the stairs to remind me that I was hungry.

    We sat with my father at the kitchen table eating pizza and talking about nothing in particular.  James started to perk up again with my father's help.  I was happy about that.  The meal went on, and we all became more animated.

    After we finished eating, Dad took us to the video store and rented us two videos that we had both wanted to see.  I was shocked that he would let us watch such violent movies.  He'd told me when they were in theaters that I was too young to watch them, but now they were sitting on the table behind the couch.  Dad didn't say anything about it, so I didn't bring it up.

    He even sat out in the living room with us after changing into a pair of shorts.  He sat in the middle of the couch, and James and I piled in on either side of him.  Sometime during the first movie, I noticed that both James and I had scooted closer to my dad.  I was now using his left arm as a pillow, and James was doing the same to his right side.  Dad didn't seem to mind, and then he put his arms around us, and we were still for a while.

    When the first movie was over, Dad got up and put in the second one.  Before he started the movie, he refilled our soda glasses and got us some chips.  Guessing that we would most likely end up the way we were during the first movie, he placed the bowl of chips in his lap.   We all settled back into our previous position, and Dad started the movie.

    I couldn't remember the last time that I had been this close to my dad.  He'd always been in his den for as long as I could remember.  It was nice to be close to him, but I wondered why he was sitting here with us practically in his lap.  He couldn't be comfortable with this.

    Reaching into his lap to get chips brought me back to the dreams I'd had about sucking his dick, and I felt myself blushing.  I also felt my dick get hard, and when I looked down at my crotch, the fabric of my shorts was tented out from my hard dick.  I hoped that my dad wouldn't notice.  When he kissed the top of my head, I thought I would jump out of my skin.

    I looked up into his face and he smiled at me.  He squeezed me tighter and then went back to watching the movie.  After that, I was acutely aware of every move I made.  I was careful to keep my waist and pelvic region away from my dad.  I'd be horrified if my hard dick got mashed against his leg.  I couldn't believe how uncomfortable I was now.

    Dad didn't pay any more attention to me after a while.  I guess he was alright with it.  After a while, I even forgot about it.  I didn't even realize that my dick had gone soft until I was nodding off.  I looked over at James and found him asleep on the other side of my dad.  The movie was almost over, and I was ready for bed.

    "Why don't you two go on upstairs," said my dad.  "You can watch the rest of the movie tomorrow before James goes home."

    "Goodnight, Dad," I said, getting up and tugging on James.

    He followed me upstairs, and he waited while I pulled the covers back on the bed.  Without saying anything, he turned and closed the door to my room, and then he took off his shorts and climbed into the bed naked.  I walked around the bed to turn off the light, stripping my shorts off on the way back to the other side of the bed.

    "Thanks, Chris," said James when I slipped into bed beside him.

    "For what?" I asked.

    "For just being normal with me," he said.  He slid closer to me, and I felt his hand wrap around my soft dick.  "It meant a lot to me."

    "No problem," I said unsure about what he really meant.  I reached out for his dick, and we were holding on to each other the same way we had the night before.

    "You are alright," he said after a while.

    "Thanks," I said.

    I barely got the word out of my mouth before I felt his lips on mine.  He kissed me quick, and then he backed off.  I could barely see him in the darkness, but I knew his face was still just inches from mine.  He seemed to be waiting to see what I would say about his kissing me.  I didn't have anything to say.  I was too shocked by it to comment.

    When he kissed me again, I was even more shocked to find him trying to push his tongue into my mouth.   I let my lips part just enough to accept him, and then his arms were around me.   He held the kiss for a long time, and I could feel his hard dick against my thigh.   My dick was doing it's best to make a tent out of the blanket, and I put my arms around him, too.

    This was the last thing I would have ever thought I would be doing with James.  This was the boy who'd called me a cocksucker and pushed us all around all the time.  This was the obnoxious creep who I'd said I'd never have anything to do with.  Now look at me.

    I didn't know how far he thought we were going to go, but I knew that I was going to stand by my decision not to suck his dick unless he sucked mine.  That just wouldn't be fair.  It turned out that I didn't have to worry about that at all.  He broke the kiss and said goodnight, and then his head was on my chest again.  Before too long, we were both asleep in a tangled mess.

    "Rise and shine," James said in the morning to wake me up.

    I sat up and looked around the room.  The clock on my night stand read only eight.  I never got up that early on a Sunday.  I wasn't mad at him for waking me, though.  I was still worried about what was bothering him.  I hoped that today was the day that he'd tell me.

    "Good morning," I said, yawning.

    "Your dick gets hard at least a million times during the night," he chuckled.  He reached out and grabbed my dick.

    "Don't," I warned him, pulling away.  "I'll piss all over you if you keep that up."

    "Then you better get to the bathroom," he laughed.

    I tripped over my shorts on the floor as I got out of bed.  The house was quiet, and I was glad that my dad hadn't popped upstairs and found me naked in the hallway.  I still remembered what happened when I'd waltzed down the stairs naked the last time.

    When I got back to my bedroom, James was laying on top of the covers.  His hard dick was in his hand, and he was rubbing it.  I stood in the doorway for a few minutes watching him.  He hadn't seen me yet, so I thought I'd spy a little.

    "Enjoying the show?" he laughed when he looked over and caught me gawking.

    "What are you doing?" I asked, getting back into the bed beside him.

    "I was thinking about jacking off," he said.  "I'd like to get off."

    "Well don't let me stop you," I said, laughing again.

   "You want us to do it together?" he asked softly and looked at me shyly.

    "Sure."

    He slid over closer to me again, and I sighed as I felt his hand wrap around my dick.  I didn't know how far this would go, but I knew that I wanted to get off.  All thoughts of what was fair and what wasn't were gone from my mind.  All I could think about was his hand on my dick.  It had been a while since Tommy and I had jerked each other off.  I'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone touch your dick to do more than just hold it.

    "That feels nice," he said as I matched his rhythm with my hand on his dick.  "You could suck it for me, though."

    "That'll be the day!" I hissed.

    "Come on, Chris," he said. "You suck Alex's and Tommy's."

    "That's because they return the favor, James," I said, thinking about him calling me a cocksucker after I'd sucked Alex's dick in front of him.

    "Come on, you know you like it," he said.

    I couldn't believe it.  Here was the James I remembered.  The cocky, self assured asshole that I had known all these years.  I had foolishly thought that things would be ok between us after the weekend, but I sure was wrong.  I couldn't believe how stupid I was to think that he would change.  Two days of showing me how nice he could be was just an act.  He would never change.  He'd always be just the way he was.

    "I'm not sucking your dick, James," I said.  "I can't believe you."

    "Me?" he asked.  "Let's talk about you. You suck Tommy and Alex off all the time, but you won't suck me off at all. Now you've got Alex to where he won't suck me off anymore. If it weren't for Tommy, I'd be jacking off all by myself all the time."

    I sat up in the bed, releasing his dick and forcing him to let go of mine.  I couldn't believe this.  He was going to yell at me because Alex wouldn't suck his dick anymore? I thought that was a good thing.   The way he treated Alex was horrible, and if Alex was finally showing a little nerve, then I was proud of him.

    "It's always just about you," I said.  "You couldn't give a shit about anyone."

    "Fuck you, Chris," he said.

    "Not on your life," I fired back.

    "I think I should go home now," he said, getting out of the bed.

    "Yeah," I said.  "I think so, too."

    I thought about what had happened for the rest of the morning.  I kept telling myself to let it go, but I just couldn't.   I knew that I shouldn't waste my time thinking about James, but there was still something bothering him.  I couldn't help it.  I thought that if I could just figure out what was bothering him, I would understand why he acted the way he did.

    It was no use, though.  I knew that he'd never tell me what was going on now that I'd practically threw him out of the house.   If I wanted to know bad enough, and if Evan didn't already know what it was, then I would just have to ask Kyle.  That would still be the wrong thing to do, but if I wanted to help James, I needed to know what he needed help with.

    Evan came home around noon, and as soon as he got there, I was ready to have our talk.  Dad had other plans for Evan, though.   The two of them went to the den to have a little talk of their own, and I was sure that it had something to do with James.  I believed that my dad knew more than he was telling me, and I was a little angry that he'd tell Evan and not me.  I mean, James was my friend.

    I cleaned everything in the kitchen I could get my hands on while Evan was in the den with Dad.  I was trying to keep myself busy enough to still be in the area when Evan came out.  I really needed to talk to him.   I hoped that he would at least not lecture me about hanging out with James.

    When he finally did come out, he didn't come to the kitchen at all.  I heard him go up the stairs, and then I heard our bedroom door shut.  I left the kitchen and headed for the stairs.  The door to the den was shut, so I assumed that Dad was in there.  Now was my time to talk to Evan.

    When I got upstairs and walked into our room, Evan was pacing back and forth.  He didn't look happy, and I didn't know if I should talk to him or not.  What could Dad have said to him that would make him so unhappy? Surely he hadn't told Evan anything bad.  What was there to tell?

    "Hey Chris," said Evan, finally looking at me.

    "Hi," I replied.

    "Dad talk to you, too?" he asked.

    "About James," I said.

    "James?" he asked.  There was a puzzled look on his face.

    "Yeah, James spent the weekend, and Kyle came over yesterday and upset him really bad," I said.  "Dad talked to Kyle alone first, then James and then me."

    "What did Kyle do to James?" asked Evan.

    "He just kept talking about things that James didn't want to talk about," I said not knowing if I should say anything about Jason and Josh to him or not.

    "Was it about his dad?" asked Evan, looking me in the eye.

    "Yes," I said.

    "Figures," said Evan.   "Kyle just couldn't keep his big mouth shut."

    "James already knew," I said.

    "He did?" asked Evan.  "I assume you know about it, too then."

    "Yeah," I said.

    "How did James find out that his father and Josh were making porn?" asked Evan.  "Cole will be pissed when he finds out that James knows."

    "He said he found their site on the internet by mistake," I said quickly.

    "Figures," said Evan.   "Dad knew about it all along."

    "How?" I asked.

    "I'm not sure," said Evan.   "He also knows that Cole and I have been sucking each other's dicks."

    "I know that one," I said.   "He told me that he knew all about you guys."

    "You didn't tell him about us, did you?" he asked me.

    "No," I said.  "I was afraid he already knew."

    "I don't think he knows about that," breathed Evan.  "Let's just try and make sure that he doesn't find out."

    "Do you know why James would be so upset about Kyle saying things about his father and Josh being in porn?" I asked.

    "I didn't even know that Kyle knew anything about it," he admitted.  "I don't know what James's problem is. I don't think I'd be too happy to find out that my dad was doing porn, though. I guess he just doesn't like it."

    "We had a fight this morning, because I wouldn't suck his dick," I said.  Then I told him all about what went on when Kyle was here and about James crying while I was downstairs talking to Dad.  When I got to that part, I had to tell him everything that Dad said to me.

    He didn't have any answers for me, either.   It seemed that James and Kyle were the only ones who knew what was going on.   I couldn't ask either of them.  James was probably pissed at me, and Kyle probably wouldn't tell me.  Even if he did, it wouldn't be right for me to get the information that way.  It would be like breaking James's confidence.

    "Why was James here all weekend?" he asked.

    "Everyone was gone," I replied.   "You and Cole were gone, Alex and Tommy were both unavailable, so James stayed the weekend."

    "I'm telling you, Chris, you should stay away from him," he said.

    "We were getting along great," I said.

    "James has a problem," said Evan.   "I don't know exactly what it is, but I do know that he get pretty nasty when he's upset. You don't need that."

    That was pretty much all that was said about it between me and Evan.  Weeks went by before we talked about James again.  I busied myself with school and homework.  Tommy stopped hanging out with James shortly after that weekend, too.  I never asked him, but I thought that maybe James had said or done something mean to him.  We all hung out together at school and sat together at lunch, but mostly, James was out of our group.

    The strange thing was that after that weekend, my father started to spend a lot more time with me and Evan.  He took us to see movies and out to eat.  It was nice, but it was also kind of weird.  I was used to him being in his den all day long.  I also got to sit with him in the den from time to time and watch him work.

    My dad works for an advertising agency.   He does almost all of his work at home, and he gets paid a lot of money to do what he does.  I sat with him and watched him sketch out an idea on poster board, and then he asked me for my input.  I didn't know what to say to him, so he just handed me his pencil and told me to let my mind wander.

    The ad was for a brand of toothpaste, and what my dad had so far was a tube of past and a brush.  I changed them both and put arms and legs on them.  I tried to make it look like they were running toward each other.  I must have accomplished what I'd set out to do, because my dad told me that I had a lot of talent with drawing.

    The next day, he took me shopping and bought me all different kinds of charcoal pencils, sketch books and even paints, brushes and canvases.  He told me just to let my mind go and see what I could come up with.   I was thrilled by all of it.  I loved to draw, but I'd never been much into painting before.  That was mostly because I was never really given many chances to try it.

    Once I started trying to paint things, I couldn't stop.  Within a week, I was asking my dad for more canvases.  He was happy to buy them for me, but when he asked to see what I'd done so far, I told him that I wasn't ready to show him.  I thought he'd be upset, but he smiled and said he understood.  He said that I should show him whenever I was ready.

    Two days before my birthday, I decided that I was ready for my father to see my paintings.  I was so nervous about letting him see them.  I was afraid that he would think that I had no talent or that I was just playing with all the expensive paints and canvasses that he'd bought for me.   Needless to say, I was almost a wreck while I waited for him to come upstairs.

    The paintings were all laid out on my bed.   Evan was gone with Cole, so it was just me and Dad in the house.  I'd carefully selected three of the five paintings that I'd done so far to show to my father.   The other two were what I thought of as my worst.  I could only hope that my dad thought that the three I'd selected were good.

    "Let's see," he said, coming into my room.

    "I hope you like them," I said, stepping aside to let him look.

    He was quiet for a while as he studied each painting.  I kept waiting for him to say something, but he never did.  I was getting nervous, and I was about to start babbling about how they were my first attempt at painting, and I hadn't been given much of a chance to try painting over the years.

    "These are really good," he said, startling me.  "I like the way you used all the colors."

    "Thank you," I said, smiling.   I couldn't believe it.  My dad liked them!

    "You did these from memory?" he asked.

    The three paintings were of Evan.  I'd sketched him in my sketch book so many times, and then I finally decided to try and paint what I'd sketched.  The first painting was of Evan sitting at the computer.  You couldn't see the computer, but you could see the reflection of light coming from the monitor.  The second was of Evan sleeping.  I paid extra attention to how the cover fell over him in that painting.  I thought it looked like you could see him breathing through the painting.  The third painting was just of Evan standing in the doorway.  It was a pose that I saw from him often.  He'd come upstairs after school and stand there in the doorway with a look on his face that said he was so tired.

    "I sketched him a few times," I said.  "Then I just put the sketches together and painted."

    "Did he model for you?" asked my dad.

    "No," I replied.  "He doesn't even know that I drew or painted him. He thinks I've been painting fruit."

    My dad laughed, and so did I.  I had been so nervous about the paintings that I wouldn't even let Evan look at a blank canvas for fear that it would somehow give away what I intended to put on it.  I know that's silly, but I just didn't want to take any chances.

    "You could really go somewhere with paintings like these, Chris," said Dad.  "I really mean it. I think they're great."

    "You do?" I asked.

    "Sure do," he said.  "Can I hang one in my den?"

    I thought about that.  It would feel so strange to know that one of my paintings was hanging in there with him staring at it all the time.  But on the other hand, it would be kind of nice to know that every time he looked up at the painting, he'd be thinking about me.

    "Which one do you want?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't take the one of Evan sleeping.  That one was my favorite.

    "I'm not sure yet," he said, studying each painting again.  "You probably have one that you want to keep for yourself, right?'

    "I want to give Evan the one where he's sleeping," I said.

    "That's a good idea," he replied.   "I think I'll take the one of him at the computer."

    I helped him hang the painting in his den.   He took down the picture of him and Mom and replaced it with the painting.  I wanted to ask him why he took down the picture of him and Mom, but I decided to leave it alone.  Mom would be here in two days for my birthday.  Maybe he was going to give it to her for her apartment in Chicago.

    My birthday party was going to be a simple one this year.  It was getting cold, and I didn't really want a big party, so my dad said we could just have the party at the house.  I invited James, Tommy, Alex, Ben and Sheldon, but Dad said I could only have two spend the night.  Naturally, my choice was Alex and Tommy.  I didn't want James to spend the night again just yet for obvious reasons.

    Luck wasn't on my side, though.  Tommy couldn't spend the night that night, because his mother wanted him to go with her somewhere early the next morning.  Alex's dad wanted him home that night, because his grades were slipping, so in the end, James was the only one would could stay.  I suppose I could have asked Ben or Sheldon, but I didn't really know either of them that well, so I didn't.  I would just put up with James.

    The party consisted of cake, ice cream and pizza.  We rented videos to watch, and Kyle took us out for a soda.  Then he took everyone home.  On the ride back to the house, James was really quiet, and I noticed that Kyle didn't say much to him either.  I just left it alone.

    When we got back to the house, my mom and dad weren't there.  Cole and Evan were sitting in the kitchen, eating the rest of the pizza.  Neither of them seemed too surprised that our parents were gone, so I assumed that Evan knew where they went.

    "They went some place to talk," said Evan when I asked him.

    "Talk about what?" I asked.

    "I don't know, but whatever it was, Dad wasn't too happy about it," he said.

    "Hmm," I said.

    "I have to get going," said Kyle from behind me.  "I have a lot of things to get done tonight."

    "See ya," said Evan.

    I waited until Kyle was gone to see if James acted any different.  Sure enough, he acted a lot different.  He started talking again and asking questions about what Cole and Evan had planned for the night.  It turned out that Evan was going with Cole tonight, so James and I would have my room to ourselves.  I wasn't so sure that I was happy about that.

    They couldn't leave until Mom and Dad came back, so they were just killing time.  James and I went upstairs to play on the computer.  My dad had made me promise not to let all of my friends on the computer during the party, so I kept everyone downstairs.  James had gone up to put his bag in my room, but the rest of us had stayed downstairs the whole time.

    "There's a really cool game you can download," said James, walking straight to the computer.  "I can get it started for you if you want."

    "Go ahead," I said, slumping onto my bed.

    This was going to be a very boring night.   I wished that Alex or Tommy could have stayed.  It was my birthday, and I wanted to have sex.  But with James here, the most I could hope for was a jerk off session.  That just wasn't going to do.

    "What's the matter with you?" he asked, turning to look at me.

    "Nothing," I said quietly.

    "If it's about the last time I stayed, I'm really sorry about that, Chris," he said.

    "It's not about that," I said.   "I'm wondering what my parents are talking about."

    "Oh," he said.

    I really was worried about what they were talking about.  Evan had said that Dad didn't look happy, so whatever it was couldn't be good.  I just hoped that it had nothing to do with me or Evan.  If we'd done something wrong, we would surely hear about it soon.

    James downloaded the game for me, and we sat there playing it for a long time.  I stopped paying attention to clock around eleven.   I was surprised that my parents had been out that long.  It must have been some talk they were having.

    "Dad's home," said Evan from the doorway.  "Mom didn't come with him."

    "What did he say?" I asked.

    "Nothing," said Evan.   "He just walked into his den and shut the door."

    "What happened?" I asked, thinking that he and Mom had had a fight.

    "I don't know," he replied.   "I'm taking off. You guys don't make too much noise and stay out of Dad's hair."

    "Right," I said.

    "Happy birthday, Buddy," said Evan, smiling at me.

    "Thanks," I replied.

    We went back to playing the game after Evan and Cole left, but my heart wasn't in it.  I really wanted to know what was going on with my parents.  I also wanted to know where my mother was.  I couldn't believe that she didn't come home with my dad.

    "What do you want to do now?" asked James.  We'd been playing the game for so long that it had become boring to both of us.

    "I'm going to bed," I said.

    I got up and started moving my presents off the bed.  I stacked everything on my art table and then started to fold the covers back.  Tonight was going to be a dry night.  I was trying to get myself to accept it.  All thoughts of sex should have been long gone.

   "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" he asked me.

    "What's the point?" I replied.  "I just have to put them back on again in the morning."

    "We slept nude the last time I stayed," he said, looking disappointed.

    "And we both remember what happened last time you stayed," I reminded him.

    "I said I was sorry about that, Chris," he said.

    I had to admit that he'd been great all through the party.   We'd even had a good time goofing off together until now.  I just wasn't sure that I wanted to get into an argument with him over sucking his dick.  The problem was that Evan had been gone the past two nights in a row, none of my friends were able to stay over, and I really wanted to have sex.  It was my birthday after all.

    "You will just end up asking me to suck your dick again," I said.  "And you know I won't suck yours unless you suck mine."

    "Jesus!" he gasped.  "Chris."

    "I mean it," I said.  "And if I'm not going to be having sex, then why should I be naked?"

    "I'll suck your damned dick," he spat.

    "What?" I asked shocked.

    "I said I'll suck your dick," he repeated.   "Now will you take your damned clothes off already?"

    I took my shirt off and watched as he started to undress.   By the time he was naked, I was still in my shorts.  He looked annoyed, so I quickly took them off and slid in under the covers.  I couldn't believe he was going to suck my dick.  After all this time, James was going to suck dick.  I couldn't wait to tell Tommy.  He'd flip.

    Tommy had told me that the reason that he'd stopped hanging out with James all the time was because he was tired of jacking off.  He said that he always sucked James's dick, but James would never return the favor.  Boy would he be mad when he found out that James sucked mine!

    He climbed into the bed and took hold of my dick immediately. With his free hand, he pulled the covers back, and then before I knew what to expect, he dove, face first, into my crotch.  I almost came when I felt his hot breath on my dick.  He was careful not to let his teeth touch my dick, and by the way he sank all the way down on me, I knew he'd done this before.  I wasn't about to say anything, though.  I just laid back and enjoyed what was happening until he stopped.

    "This isn't working," he said, panting.

    "What?" I asked him.

    "I want to do it another way," he said, moving off the bed.

    He reached for his jeans and started to search his pockets.  When he sat back down on the bed, I saw that he had a condom and a little packet of lubricant.  I was stunned.  I wasn't about to let him put his dick inside of me.  If he thought that was what he was going to do, he had another thing coming.

    "What's that for?" I asked.

    "It's a condom, Chris," he said, laughing.   "Don't tell me you don't know what they're used for."

    "I know what they're used for," I said.   "But why do we need one?"

    "We don't," he said.  "You do."

    "What?" I asked confused.

    "Just lay still, and be quiet."

    He climbed over me until my legs were between his.   Then he tore the packet of lube open with his teeth and squeezed a drop of it onto the head of my dick.  He looked up at me and smiled as he started to roll the condom down the length of my shaft.  I'd never felt a condom being put on before, but it was really hot.

    Next he squeezed more of the lube into the palm of his hand and began to rub it into my latex covered dick.  He rose up on his knees and rubbed the rest of the lube into his own ass.  I couldn't believe it.  James was going to let me fuck him! This was surely something I dad to tell Tommy.  Alex would be amazed when I told him!

    "You can't tell anyone about this," he said.   "If you do, I'll knock the shit out of you."

    "I won't tell," I said already disappointed that I wouldn't have my moment in the sun with Tommy and Alex.

    "Just hold still, and I'll do all the work," he said.

    He positioned himself over my dick, and then I felt the ring of his asshole as he settled his ass against my dick.  I stayed real still and watched the expressions change on his face.  He had his whole face all screwed up tight, so I knew that he wasn't enjoying this.  I didn't know why he would do it to begin with, but I wasn't about to stop him.

    After what seemed like forever, his face loosened up, and then I felt the head of my dick plunge into his ass.  It was the best feeling I'd ever felt in my life.  His ass was warm, and my dick started to throb.  I was worried that it would all end too soon if my balls didn't calm down, but before long, I could feel his ass resting on my legs.

    "It's all in," he said with a sigh.   "Just hold still."

    He slowly brought himself up again, and my dick dragged along the inside of his ass.  On each stroke I thought I was going to cum, but the feeling just kept building.  I never wanted it to end.  I couldn't believe that fucking an ass could feel so good.  Now I knew what all those guys in Evan and Cole's videos got out of this.

    James started to jack his dick in time with his up and down motion on mine.  The faster he stroked his dick, the faster he rode mine.   That feeling in my balls just kept building and building, and I expected it to explode at any time, but it didn't.

    James was breathing hard, and his face was all screwed up again.  I knew he was going to cum, and the only thing I could think of was that it was soon going to be all over me.  All thoughts of that soon went away, though.   When the first shot of his hot cum landed on my chest, his ass clamped down on my dick, and I couldn't hold out any longer.  I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud as the biggest orgasm of my life washed over me.

    I felt it in my toes as it traveled up my legs and past my balls and dick and into my stomach.  My heart slammed against my chest as I filled the condom with cum inside James's ass.  He was still riding me, and it was sending me into orbit.  Wave after wave of white hot pleasure washed over me as he rode up and down on my dick.

    Finally, he pulled himself off of me and collapsed on the bed beside me.  He reached down on the floor and handed me my t shirt to wipe myself off with.  When I looked at him, he was smiling from ear to ear.  I wondered how he could look so happy after that.  I knew it had to hurt like a son of a bitch.

    "Happy birthday, Chris," he said and winked at me.

    "Fuck you," I replied, smiling.

    "Again?" he said, laughing.