Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2023 03:42:48 -0500 From: Fang Saito Subject: Cadence - Chapter 21 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected under copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproduction is allowed without the author's consent. Conversations and feedback are appreciated to Greyson B. via email at hokkaidohotel86it@gmail.com. I love hearing from readers. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. This story will contain graphic depictions of sex between males of teen and adult ages (M/m, m/m). If this is an issue for you or the laws where you live, you are obviously in the wrong place. Also, this is a story with plot, not merely wank material. You have been warned. Cadence Part 21 James was still laughing about the security guards as they got to his car. Cade was a bit quieter, but was determined to get his good mood back. He was with James, after all. Speaking of James, his own personal deity, Cade turned a bit in his seat to face him, giving Cade the opportunity to watch that beautiful blond angel lick his ice cream cone. They had started the car, but we're letting it warm up and finishing their cones before driving. Cade didn't think James was deliberately trying to be seductive, but watching his mouth open, noting the way his tongue darted out to lap at the cream, all he could picture was that tongue and how it felt on his privates back in that bathroom. And thinking of the bathroom, Cade said, "The hell was up with those officers? I just knew they were going to nab us for that shit at the bathroom earlier." "Naw," laughed James, "They were nothing but rent-a-cop wannabes. Probably tried to be cops and weren't big enough assholes to make it." "Well I'm glad you kept your cool with them. I thought we were screwed," said Cade. James gave a good, hard laugh. "Know what I always picture when I see security assholes like that in a store?" Cade gave him a questioning look while catching a drip on his cone with his tongue. "I always picture one of those bad porn scenarios" continued James, "where the buff top security guard 'catches' the twink bottom stealing, and bullies him to have sex to avoid being arrested." Before he realized what he was saying, Cade blurted out, "I think that second guard's seen some of those videos." James looked a little taken aback. "What makes you say that?" He looked like a cross between amused and curious. Cade blushed, and hoped it was dark enough in the car that James wouldn't notice. "Well," he said hesitantly, "he was rubbing up on my back, and when I pulled away he was acting a bit shifty, like he was busted." "It's your own fault for being too cute," James said with a grin. "Even if adults creeping on you is kind of fucked." Then James gave a full laugh. "Although now I'm kind of jealous. Are they trying to say that I am not cute enough to get perved on?" Joining in with James' laughter, Cade joked, "Yeah, you are so hideous that I can't help but to give you a pity fuck." "Bitch!" James exclaimed, laughing even harder. "Hey, watch the road!" yelled Cade as the car swerved a bit too much for his liking. "My guy, do you actually have your license, or did you just swipe your mom's car?" "Relax, dude," said James, still chuckling but paying more active attention to his driving. "I'm all good. We aren't going to wreck or anything." Twenty minutes and plenty of jokes later, and they were finally pulling into Cade's driveway. Cade was certainly nervous. Who wouldn't be? He was with the boy of his dreams, and was about to let him into his house. And have sexy times! Or die of embarrassment, one of the two. "Well, this is mi casa," said Cade as he unlocked and opened the front door. James followed him in, and the moment they were inside, grabbed Cade around the waist, pulling him in for a kiss as he roughly shut the door with his foot. They stood there just inside the door, finally able, for the first time, to allow their hands to roam with no one around to possibly interrupt. Of course, there was still a need to check. "Are you sure no one is home?" asked James. Trying to pull the older boy back into their kiss, Cade managed to say, "Positive. Nobody will be home til ten tomorrow," as he pulled James' mouth back down to meet his own. A dozen ideas were flying through Cade's mind. Most of them revolved around ways he might screw this up with James. The rest of them had to do with wondering how amazing James was going to look naked. He still remembered how thick that cock had felt in the movie theater, both in his hand and in his mouth. He couldn't wait to see it in the light. No tour of the house was offered or given. Cade led James by the hand straight back to his bedroom. James was being aggressive in their kissing that it was all Cade could do to keep them from banging into the walls as they made their way down the hallway. This what Cade imagined being drunk would feel like: lightheaded, doing his best to walk and stay upright, while still stumbling into everything, and all the while, all of his senses feeling like they were at their highest levels. They quickly made it to Cade's bedroom, and he laughed as the older boy scooped him up and tossed him back onto his bed. The laughter stopped while the grin stayed on Cade's face, as he watched James strip off his hoodie and tshirt together in one movement. James' stomach muscles rippled as he stretched and twisted in the process of pulling the material up and over his head. Cade felt like his dick was going to tear its way out of his pants as he watched that luscious chest expose itself, joining those amazing abs. And what envy he felt, watching James' blond hair fall right back into perfect place as his shirt cleared his head. Cade looked up from the bed and stared at the amazing body on display, admitting to himself that his imagination when he jerked off to picturing James had not done him justice. The reality before him was so much better. James was slender in all the right places, but wasn't soft like Simon, or bony like himself. He had muscles, definition, and abs for days. "I'll bet you have been jerking off thinking about this, haven't you," said James. He grinned, and it wasn't a question. Cade blushed slightly, but managed to answer honestly. "Hell yeah. You know you're hot." It was amazing being able to see James shirtless for the first time. Only up close was Cade able to see that he had a faint treasure trail of blond hair leading into the waist of his jeans. It was just one more difference between them. Cade was two years younger, around a foot shorter, and for the last year had routinely shaved what little hair he had on his groin and underarms. James seemed to be having similar thoughts going through his head as he looked down, towering over the freshman laying on the bed. "Glad you agree, Sweety. Jesus, Cade, you are fucking tiny," he said as he stepped forward, inserting his knees between Cade's, forcing him to spread his legs. `I feel like I'm going to break you." James grinned with no small amount of lust. "I love it." James reached down and began tugging Cade's hoodie and shirt off as well. For his part, Cade wiggled around to help him. Once Cade had joined James in being naked from the waist up, James dropped to his knees and bent over Cade, running his hands up Cade's torso. The younger boy sucked in his stomach as the taller boy leaned in and began tonguing his right nipple. He prepared to flinch at the feel of teeth on his tiny bud, but sighed in delight as he felt only lips and tongue. Then he squealed and squirmed a bit as James' fingers dug into his sides, seeming to explore all the mini valleys between his sharp ribs. "Fuck, kid. Your ribs are so amazing. You're so fucking hot." "Shit." giggled Cade, even in his fog of lust. "Quit tickling me!" "Can't help myself, Babe," said James with a small laugh of his own. "I plan to explore every inch of you." James slid up so that they could kiss, quickly and aggressively exploring with his tongue. Not leaving Cade's mouth, the older boy reached down and grabbed both of Cade's wrists, pulling his arms up and bringing them together above his head. He felt his wrists being gripped in just one of James' larger hands, pinning them firmly, as his other hand first gripped his throat, then explored across his chest before moving south. Now this was a game Cade knew all too well, being a move Duncan loved to employ, and somehow this made him relax. After a moment James released his mouth and forced Cade's head to the side, using his lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth, to nibble and tease Cade's earlobe and then neck. As the older boy made a meal of Cade's neck that would have made a vampire jealous, his right hand began undoing Cade's belt, then the buttons of his pants. Cade kept moving his hips and sucking in his concave stomach, trying to help make his pants more accessible, but it seemed that every time he tried to help, James would frustratingly stop what he was doing. Eventually Cade got the message, and quit trying to help. He allowed himself to sink into the pleasure of having his neck ravaged, and relaxed into submission. It was clear that James was in charge, just as Duncan was always in charge. For a moment Cade began to subtly equate the two, but then as if struck by lightning, a new thought crossed Cade's mind. This was the first time in his life that he was here, in bed with someone of his own free choice. Things with Kevin back in his foster home had been all about rape. Cade was too young, with no experience, and had been overwhelmingly bullied and blackmailed into getting fucked almost daily for four months. Duncan had been his choice and while yes, Cade was consenting to what they were doing, it was a matter of survival and wouldn't be his choice if their mom was still alive. And sure, Cade had sucked off Simon, but that was paying back a debt. Again, not really Cade's choice. But here, now, he had brought a boy to his bedroom. Invited him to spend the night. Volunteered and accepted sexual advances of his own choice, his own free well, nothing owed and nothing loaned. He had even bought his own movie ticket so that cost wouldn't be hanging over his head. In a way, Cade was a virgin once more. For the first time, he was having sex because he WANTED to, not because he NEEDED to. In a way it made him proud. In a way it made him excited. In a way it made him nervous. "Wait, wait," Cade said, trying to regain a bit of his lustful emotions, and by extension regain a bit of control over the scene. "Can we slow down a bit?" "What's- wrong-" asked James, grunting out the words between kisses to Cade's neck. "Nothing's wrong," said Cade guiltily. "I just want to slow down a little. We've got all night." James lifted his head and looked the smaller boy in the eyes with a joyful glint. "Sounds like you don't want us sleeping tonight?" Cade giggled. "We can sleep when we're dead," he said playfully. "Or tomorrow, whichever comes first." James burst out a laugh at that. "You trying to imply we might not survive this experience?" "If that monster is anything as big as it felt in the theater, I may not survive the experience!" James laughed at that, falling on his side on the bed beside Cade. "At least you've established who's the top and who's the bottom!" His wrists now freed, Cade rolled over on his right side, facing the older boy. "I just..." He paused, gathering his thoughts so he could choose his words. "I just want us to take our time." When James turned his head so they could look one another in the eye, Cade continued, "I want to remember every second of tonight." He blushed, and tried to explain. "You're too perfect to rush a single thing." A slightly confused look crossed James' face, as if he was trying to decide how he should respond. Cade searched his face, trying to determine if what he had said had registered with his crush. Did he understand how serious this was for Cade? Did James comprehend how monumental, how unique, how important this night was for Cade? "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," said James with a frown. Cade's heart dropped down into his feet. Despair flooded through his veins. He's said the wrong fucking thing. Didn't he know by now, there was nothing but suffering to be had in standing up for your- Then James interrupted Cade's self flagellation by grabbing his crotch and smirking, "After all, there's a height requirement to ride this ride!" "Motherfucker!" shrieked Cade, leaping up and pouncing on the older boy. "I'll show you height!" As the smaller boy dug his hands into James' side, trying to tickle him back, James yelled while laughing, "Lay down on your back and pop a boner, and you are probably taller than standing up!" "Bitch!" Twenty minutes of teasing, kissing, laughing, and heavy petting had both teens worked back up. When James once again found himself straddling the smaller boy and reaching his hands to the partially opened fly of his jeans, looking into Cade's eyes the younger boy gave a nod and a smile. "Sweet. I need to see this glorious thing." Getting the rest of the fly buttons undone, James scooted back off the bed, standing and straddling Cade's knees and began tugging his jeans down. Cade's electric blue briefs came into view as the denim of his skinny jeans was stripped away. "Wow, what a sight," exclaimed James. "Those damn things are practically panties." "They may be bikini cut, asshole," said Cade with a laugh, "but I assure you, they are boy's underwear." "And you are certainly all boy." Finally getting Cade's pants off, James dropped to his knees, pulling the smaller boy's slender legs wide so he could get to his prize. "I didn't get to see it earlier, so I absolutely HAVE to see all of you now." "Oh do you?" asked Cade teasingly, reaching down and cupping his crotch with both hands. "What makes you think you deserve access to this?" Looking from the protected groin to Cade's twinkling eyes, James said, "Because I have every intention of rocking your world." "Are you sure," said Cade as he lifted his legs up from around the older boy's shoulders, lifting them toward his chest, "that it won't be me," his knees folded up tight to his chest, thighs together, his tiny ass tantalizingly covered by a tiny strip of cloth and obscured behind his feet, "rocking your world?" And with that, Cade began sliding his briefs down his thighs. His ass was the first part to be exposed, even though it was still hidden behind his feet. Sliding the skimpy underwear up his thighs, he made sure his cock and balls stayed behind his thighs. Loving the power he had at the moment, Cade tilted his legs to the side, still squeezed together and pulled up to his chest, so that he could watch the look of unfiltered lust on James face at the display. Reveling in being an absolute tease, he slid his tiny briefs over his knees and down his calves. He let them drop, and then wiggled his feet and lower legs back and forth a bit so that the bit of cloth could slide down the remainder of his legs. They caught once they reached the cloth of his socks, and almost in a look of reverence, James reached up and tugged the slight material the rest of the way off his feet. When Cade wiggled his toes, James took the hint and slipped Cade's socks off his feet, but not before bringing the second one up to his nose briefly before dropping it to the side. Now fully naked, Cade raised his legs in the air, giving James a full view of his ass, including his exposed hole. As the older boy muttered, "Fuck", Cade spread his legs as if they were flower petals, letting them move wide to the side and bringing them back down to rest on James' shoulders. Now his cock was on full display, standing at full attention above his smaller, hairless balls. "Absolutely beautiful," whispered James. "How big is it?" "I don't know," said Cade. "Six inches, six and a half? I can't remember the last time I measured." That was true. Duncan kept him regularly well used, enough that he didn't think about his own cock quite as often. "You might want to remeasure," grinned the older boy, his eyes a mix of lust and amusement. "Or maybe it just looks so huge on such a tiny body. I mean Jesus, how tiny is your waist?" "25 inches in men's clothes," he answered. He didn't add what flashed through his mind, that too much of his shopping was size 12 or 13 in the boy's department. Any embarrassment or disappointment was short lived though, as the taller boy leaned forward and with obvious practice took him to the root in one slow but controlled lunge. All thoughts left Cade's mind as that talented tongue and mouth went to work on his aching shaft for the second time that evening.