Date: Sat, 03 Jul 2021 21:02:44 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Right Place Wrong Time HOLA PEEPS! Have been out of the writing game for a while...been meaning to get more stories out, but I've been having a severe bout of depression...oh well. Onwards and upwards! "RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME" is about a young man who falls asleep in his living room and wakes up a 100 years ago in the past. Hooked yet? LOL. As always my email address is liciousryan@gmail.com if y'all wanna have a chat! Be safe, Ryan RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME CHAPTER ONE Lancaster! Williams!" Jamie and Reed actually hopped with shock as their boss stood inside the door way of the open-plan office, huge and terrifying as he normally was, and right at that moment, he was looking straight at the both of them, his face as red and red could be. "Why did I have to go down to my damn meeting not fully prepared? This is what interns like you two are meant to do! What the hell are you two clowns doing here all day? Choking on gummy bears?" Rick Holsey's shouts and screams alerted the entire working room floor that something was up, and that not for the first time, he had lost his temper with one of the company's new young guns. Jamie Lancaster swallowed. Slowly. His mouth felt as if it was suddenly been defied of producing saliva, it was so damn dry. He straightened out his tie and faced his new boss. He's NEVER been a fan of confrontation. "What seems to be the trouble, Mr Holsey?" Before mentioned, flipped through the multiple files inside his giant hands before coming across a file that even Jamie inside his own blank naivety knew that shouldn't be there. He winced as he saw that the company's staff birthday plans for their branch manager, had been accidently switched with what should have been this month's sales figures... oh boy... no wonder Holsey was this angry. "You have about thirty seconds from now, to get your shit outta here before I do something that will make you SUE me!" Rick Holsey spat out in sheer disgust, not failing to cast his disapproving eye over the Rainbow coloured LGBT wristband on Jamie's arm before he turned around and walked straight into his own office, the shud of his door wreaking behind him. ** "Jesus, Jamie..." Reed said as he sat down and finally found the sales figures that should have been in the said file Holsey was talking about. "Damn man, didn't you check these before sending them out?" Reed asked as he ran a hand through his seemingly perfect dark black hair. Jamie sat down and took a sip of his take away coffee, cold by now, but God knows he really needed caffeine in his system tight now. He held up his hands whilst slowly shaking his head. "I'm screwed. No really, Reed. I'm gone, done... wherever you wanna say or look at it. My dad is gonna totally disown me. He got me this job and he told me not to fucking embarrass him and look, not even a whole week and this shit happens. God. I mean, Holsey already hated me for being gay and now...I mean, what's the use?" Jamie felt Reed's hand on his shoulder and as it always did ever since he had met Reed a few days ago, he felt his seven incher stiffen and plump up inside his trousers. Reed was the epiphany of a beautiful man. Geez, people say that a man is gorgeous several times but they haven't yet met Reed Williams. His hair was immaculate, his body HAD to be sculpted underneath those right fitting shirts he always seemed to wear at work and his eyes...dear god...that was totally Jamie's Achilles heel. You could melt away inside those baby blue blinkers that his co-worker had possessed. Alas...Reed was straight, and very much so, he was engaged to a lovely woman called Cathy and to top things off on a sour note at least for Jamie's concerns, they were also expecting a new baby in about five months time. All and all the perfect family. Reed knew Jamie was gay, hell, he had to be blind not to know it. And he still didn't care. They became immediate friends having so much in common way back on their first day starting as mere interns and now...where and how was Jamie supposed to come up with a valid excuse to ever see Reed again, if not for work purposes? Jamie sadly continued to pack his things whilst Reed and the other interns kept saying positive things like "it will work out" and "everything will be okay" and "we're gonna miss you so much" and all that macho wacho emotional crap. Apart from Reed, they were probably all secretly happy that there was one less of them. Glad that someone else had screwed up, to at least, bring the number of interns seeking permanent employment here once their internship was done, to less, meaning Jamie's sacking was good news to them. "You still got my number, yeah? You call me, when you're feeling better. I wanna keep this friendship, if you're willing to?" Reed said as he flashed a sad smile. Still sexy without even so much as trying. Jamie nodded and shook Reed's warm outstretched hand, and as he felt another stirring from his lower half he decided to get the fuck outta there. As he walked past the people he had faithfully worked with as a fellow intern...suddenly he could see the hidden smiles. Their hidden masks. The hidden laughs. The joy that there was now one person less standing in their way. Vultures. And then, there was Reed. Handsome...brilliant Reed. God. His cock hardening by just saying his name. Sometimes he hated being gay. ** "I DON'T WANNA TALK YO YOU! GET OUT OF MY FACE! YOU'RE WORTHLESS! YOU REALISE WHAT THOSE PEOPLE THINK OF ME NOW? I GOT YOU THAT JOB! I PUT IN THE WORDS FOR YA! IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT NOW!" Spit was actually flying through the air as Thomas Lancaster stopped for breath, held his head in his hands, and took one more deadly look at his son, before grabbing his laptop and solidly storming out of the room. "Well...that went better than expected..." Jamie said to his grandfather, who was watching this whole fiasco play out before him at the dining table, without saying a single word. Reverend Barney Lancaster motioned for his grandson to sit across him and when the latter did, he looked him straight in the eye. "Where my son had the gall or the time to learn vocabulary like that makes me want to pull out the remaining of my brain cells that I do have! James, listen to me." Jamie felt a warm feeling spreading through his body and upper chest as he listened to his beloved granddad. Grandpa Barney was the only person that ever called him by his full name, which was James Lancaster The Third. Sometime in the distant past there was two James Lancaster's before him which so obviously made him the third to be born. He never really cared about any of that, to be honest. But he knew that his Grandpa always liked to tell stories of his youth and of that time, that he was a young boy, to family and friends. Grandpa Barney always said, the more you know about your past the better you can be prepared for your future. Whatever the hell that meant. Grandpa Barney sat forward and pushed an old album in front of Jamie, and pointed with his finger, to one photo in particular. "You see that boy?" he asked tenderly. Disinterested, Jamie cast his eyes over the grey and sepia photos, just because he didn't wanna upset his grandfather and knowing what family history meant to him. A kick inside his inner guts, as he saw who his granddad was pointing to, make him sit up and actually take the hella notice. "What the fuck?" "Language, James!" "Sorry, Grandpa...but...don't you see what I see?" Reverend Lancaster tilted his head backwards and laughed out loud. He wiped a few tears from his eyes before he stared into the much bewildered eyes of his twenty-three year old grandson with not so little hidden amusement. "My boy... you know how to keep an old man young! That, my young friend, is James Lancaster, the Second. As you are the Third." Jamie swallowed and looked at the picture one more time. "He...the dude...I mean...HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME!" Reverend Barney chuckled and ruffled the hair on Jamie's crown. "Well, of course you do! You're family after all. That little boy was my very own grandpa, as I am yours. It's all thanks to him that I'm the man I am today." Jamie's eyes flickered as he saw the dude who stood next to his age old grandfather on the sepia coloured photo and suddenly his cock lunged. Man...oh man...that guy, whoever the ancient dude was, fuck he was hot...urgh, gross, no...whoever that person is must be long dead by now. Eeeuw. Necrophilia vibes. Too much to handle on an empty stomach. Nevertheless, whoever that was, next to his great grandfather James, was hella hot. No offence. Returning his eyes to that of his ancestor, James Lancaster, the Second, he continued to be stumped as fuck. Except for their hairstyles, Jamie and his great-great grandfather looked exactly alike. Same smile, smile cheekbones, same attitude towards life. Even though it was impossible to actually know, somehow Jamie knew that the young man's eye colour was the same as his, dark blue. He just KNEW it. Within a few seconds, he slowly looked up at his smiling Grandpa Barney. "Why show me this now? I've never been one for family history...?" Jamie asked before his grandfather took out a old style watch as he spoke, one of complete hard copper, rusty and wrinkled. It was a sort of stopwatch, like they used in the olden days. Jamie then realised he had actually seen it before but he was never allowed to actually touch it, never mind hold it in his hands. "Because, my dear Jamie, my oldest and only grandson...it's time to pass it on. I want you to have it. And today, just seemed like the perfect day. You're very much loved, even if you don't always think so." Jamie watched as in sheer awe as his granddad solemnly placed the ancient looking stopwatch inside his hand and gently closed his own around it. "But...what about Dad..." Barney scowled. "Jamie, don't you think I hadn't offered this family heirloom to your father ages ago? He threw it back in my face. Never one for sentiment, was your father. Don't know where I went wrong with that boy...but when he started his own company and earned all his millions, I think it changed him for the worst. Look, after a day like today, fired from your first ever job...somehow I think you need this. Take it, it's yours.". Jamie cradled the stopwatch in both his hands...it was like he could suddenly smell and taste the past flowing through him. How many hands have held this precious piece of copper? He looked up at his beloved granddad, and smiled. "Thanks Grandpa," he said, putting the chain of said stopwatch around his neck and letting it hang down across his chest. "Oh and Jamie, do be careful with that. Legend has it that it has special powers." Jamie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, staring at his granddad with a cheeky grin on his face. "Oh really? Can it get my job back for me?" Reverend Barney chuckled and shook his head. "You have to forgive me, this is an old family tale, carried on from the old to the young. Legend has it, that if two people in the same family, but in two difference time zones, would set that clock to midnight, that they would switch places...in time." Jamie nearly spat out his beer as he struggled to control his laughter. "Yeah right, and I'm Marty McFly from Back to the Future. Nice one, Grandad. Thanks for trying to cheer me up though. And don't worry, I will take good care do it." ** As his Grandpa retired for the night, Jamie kept sitting watching footy highlights for a long time after, rubbing his crotch as the likes of Declan Rice and Mason Mount strutted their stuff on the pitch, when his father's damning words still revved through his brain. Over and over. He never came home. Thank god he never came out as gay to them. He wore his LGBT wristband out of the house, and he doubted his father even knew what it stood for. He didn't wanna near imagine what his dad would do if he ever did know. He didn't have the internal guts for if his granddad ever found out. The man was a god damn Reverend. He wasn't about to be happy about Jamie being gay, was he? Thing was...his dad was a powerful man in business. Being his son, meant a lot to Jamie, and it's not like he ever wanted free handouts. He knew they were well off, financially. His granddad towed the line at selling the family home though, many years ago, when his father started to really earn serious cash and he wanted a mansion to go along with it. It was Granddad Barney who somehow convinced his son not to, and to rather modernise it. Several generations of Lancaster blood had come and gone inside these four walls. Amazing, he had never thought about it until now. His dad wanted an heir, he knew that as well. And Jamie...sigh...was gay. Technically, he could give his father what he wanted, but never, ever in the way he would except it. Not with a wife, not by his side, like a real man should. A tear streamed across Jamie's face. Damn his father. Damn him. He took hold of the chain that the stopwatch was attached to and held it the little clock inside his hand. Switching places with someone in the past...awww if only. To get away from his overbearing and obnoxious father once and for all would be a dream come true. He smiled as he sneakily turned the hands of the old stopwatch and set it to midnight, even though that was still a couple of hours off. Well, if Granddad could be believed, if someone else in the past, in his family, was doing this the same time he was, they would trade places in time. "Pity the world doesn't work that way..." He yawned and laid his head down on the expensive couch cushions. His dad will probably have a fit because he slept in the living-room tomorrow morning, but so what? What else was new? He'd get pummelled anyway for losing his job within a week, for days on end, because his dad saw it as humiliation to himself. Might as well do what the fuck he wanted. A text came through and he picked up his phone from the coffee table. At once, Jamie sat up as if he had suddenly turbo charged his batteries...with a huge ass smile on his face. The text was from Reed. "Hey man, really sorry about what happened. Beer tomorrow? See, I was serious LOL. Lemme know." Calm down, you freak... Jamie willed himself to take deep breaths. The guy was married, for God's sake. With a kid on the way. How much more OUT OF BOUNDS does he need to be for you to get the fucking message? Still...part of him simply...refused to acknowledge what was so blatantly in front of his very eyes and started to type a reply. "Sounds good. Will discuss where tomorrow. I just wanna sleep. See ya." Yeah...that sounded...safe. He pressed send, and the message went through. He placed his phone in his Jean's pocket before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. Reed. Reed Williams. Most beautiful man Jamie had ever laid his eyes on. From the moment they met, there was something...special. He felt it, he knew it. Sigh. With the stopwatch still in his hands, Jamie closed his eyes. With a silent smile, he prayed to the heaven's, to allow him to dream. To dream of Reed. ** His phone. His phone was vibrating. Repeatedly. Fucking hell. "Leave me alone..." Jamie mumbled as he tried to turn around to get some more sleep when he realised...oh yeah...he had fallen asleep in the living room. His damn phone wouldn't stop vibrating for shit as well, and without opening his eyes, he knew that it was his dad hounding his ass. Probably lost a few million quid in the past hour and now he wanted to take it out on his only waste of a son. Oh, the joy. "Go and scream on your damn secretary..." he whispered before he suddenly smelled it. Smoke. Fire. Shit! Jamie opened his eyes and suddenly the whole living-room area was filled with smoke. He could hear voices screaming and shouting what had to be his granddad surely but he didn't know who else it would possibly be. Visitors? Perhaps his dad haven't left for work after all? Jamie dashed towards the kitchen and tried his best to wave away the sheer intense smoke with his arms but to no avail. Somewhere through the fog of smoke he could see a rapid fire inside said kitchen. "GER OUT, SIR! GET OUT NOW!" Jamie turned around... Sir? There was no one else there but himself... "MASTER JAMES, WATCH YOURSELF!" Jamie shrieked as he was violently pushed aside from the entrance of the kitchen and before he knew it, the fire was gone. There was smoke ABSOLUTELY everywhere but at least that fire had been put out. It pretty much sounded like a rather butch woman's voice yelling out orders after... "EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! BACK TO WORK!" As the smoke resided, Jamie blinked his eyes and coughed twice. His entire face was warm and most probably red, what with all the smoke that came from inside here. He turned around, scratching his hair, eager to get back to the living room and more importantly, the TV, because the repeat of last night's EastEnders should be on in a few moments. He might be a villain in the story, but the guy playing Gray Atkins was insanely sexy. Total DILF. Fuck about. Only... ...there was no TV. There was no couch. There was things that looked like furniture. That about covered it. "Jesus..." Jamie whispered as the smoke finally cleared and so did his mind. He turned around in all directions...this was their family home, alright. He would recognise it anywhere. Only...something was different. Okay, loads of things were different. Out of place, old...rough. Things that shouldn't be here, but he was still somehow seeing. "James." Jamie swung around only to see a young woman standing inside the corridor, the same corridor where he had entered this same house only last night...only there was no crystal chandelier hanging from above like he was used to. Instead, there was long white stems of candles stuck in what looked like very ancient flower pots all around said corridor. "James! Do you hear me? Oh my lord, James! I am rather in a hurry, you know?" Jamie blinked. James. No one ever, except Grandpa Barney, called him James. And yet... "Caroline, is something the matter?" The woman blushed and turned around, her smile wide as the day was long. And as confused as Jamie was...he could see why. It was HIM. In the fucking flesh. The young man from the photo. The very same photo that Grandpa Barney showed him last night. But then wait...how...how was he HERE... ...this whole house with the crap furniture and old age vibes... ...no. Nah ah. Holy fuck...no, this...oh no... For the first time Jamie took a good look around his living room. His hands covered his mouth...There was NOTHING whatsoever of the room where he had fallen asleep in last night. Everything looked antique, ancient, olden and not very current. Granddad's warning about the stopwatch... If two family members in two different time zones set the clock to midnight at the same time, they will switch places in time... HE THOUGHT THAT WAS A FUCKING JOKE! God...what the fuck? "James! Good to see you again!" Jamie wanted to pass out from sheer exhaustion and confusion...he really just wanted to sink into a little corner and pray this was all but a very insane nightmare...because things like this JUST DON'T HAPPEN... ...but HE spoke to him. James, he said. It must mean, him. "Uhm...yeah, hey...uhm...who are you?" "James, how dare you? Nicholas, I really must apologise for my brothers abolishing behaviour. Why don't you wait outside, along with Sabre? I will be out in a mere minute." Fucking hell. Such decent language. Jamie closed his eyes...and quickly opened them again...nope...no dream. Unfortunately. If he had any doubt...he was in real deep shit now and he had no idea how he had gotten there in the first place. He suddenly and very violently felt his arm nearly ripped out of it's socket as Caroline nearly killed him with a solid death stare that would more than work in the year 2021, never mind where they were now. "Now you listen to me. You will NOT embarrass me like this before Nicholas ever again. Do you understand? Dear God, have you ever thought of our financial future if I were to marry that man? You...will...not...mess...it...UP! And if I may ask...get rid of those nasty queer like clothes. Poor Nicholas didn't know where to look. What if father sees you? Really, James..." Caroline virtually spat out before she stormed out of the house. The neighing of a horse outside the house told Jamie who exactly Sabre was...and he sunk to his knees. How? Geez. Man...how the fuck did this happen... more importantly, how the hell do I get back to 2021...he thought with his head actually throbbing. Eventually Jamie stood up and walked out of the family home. He stood still on the porch...which would have made way for a giant sized garden and drive up parking space in 2021...and stared at the clean, open spaces in sheer amazement. No roads...no cars...no houses surrounding theirs either. Just wide...open space. Not even a cloud in sight. "Good morning, James!" A look to his side saw farm workers come forth for their day of work. Should he even wave back...? "James, your mother was wanting to have a word!" Jesus. He knew he was virtually identical to his great-great-grandfather James Lancaster, as he saw in that photo of Granddad Barney last night...but couldn't they tell the fucking difference? He was still wearing his jeans, his blue t-shirt from work and... FUCK...his phone was still in his back pocket! Hastily he pulled it out and quickly hid behind the house and ran into the beautifully grown green gardens out back. Covered by cement and a huge ass swimming pool in his own time. Holy shit...no electric fences...no protection against criminals whatsoever...before he finally looked at his phone's screen. All those early morning vibrations had been notifications that his phone had repeatedly lost signal. It was still physically working but it had no reception. Of course it wouldn't. Cellular networks don't exist here. Fuck! But...it still worked. And that at least, was something. Wait...so if he was here...in whatever the hell year this was...where the fuck was the real James Lancaster? Was he stuck in 2021 like he was stuck here? Jamie closed his eyes. His head throbbed. This was too much. A vicious and desperate pinch to his arm once more confirmed this was no dream. It was very much real. The fast and furious clobbering of a horse's paws onto sandy ground came ever closer as quickly as it was raised. Jamie tiredly looked up and saw that Nicholas had returned. He quickly stood up...and god helped him...as surreal as this whole entire situation was, that vision of Nicholas getting off his horse was giving him a boner once more. That sure as hell didn't stick around in 2021. "James! Over here!" The young guy yelled as he led Sabre, the horse, to a tree standing proudly next to the family home. James immediately recognised it, it was still there in his own time. As a kid he and the other neighbourhood boys used to climb it until they was tired as hell, when everything was still innocent and pure. When he didn't yet disappointed his father at every fucking point and time. "Yeah? What up?" he said casually as he approached the handsome Nicholas, who gave him a weird look as he heard the no doubt strange words. "Right, well, Caroline forgot her satchel, and I'm afraid that she blames you for it, my friend," Nicholas said with a stunning smile. God, did this blast from the past knew how handsome he was? Did he have any clue? This Caroline was starting to sound like a real bitch though, and Jamie rolled his eyes. "Well then go and look for it, she's your girlfriend, I have things of my own going on," he mumbled before he realised he still had his mobile phone in his hand. "Nicholas, look!" he yelled, and he quickly took the chance to put the phone in his Jean's pocket as the young man looked frantically where he was pointing, before looking back in sheer confusion. "James...shouldn't you seek some medical help, perhaps? Those boys might have done more harm than what we originally thought, last night." Jamie was all ready to go as he couldn't stand looking at this sexy MOFO before him and not get the mother of all boners because that wouldn't at all be weird to the ancient dude...but Nicholas's words stopped him dead in his tracks. "Say what, now?" He asked. Nicholas rubbed his chin before he appeared to look deep into Jamie's eyes, as if searching for something. "You mean to say you don't remember being attacked by those thugs last night? I found you by the side of the road and brought you back home safely. But come to think of it...Dear God...you don't seem to have any scars whatsoever! I would have surely thought you would at least have a black eye to show for your trouble...anyway, Caroline's satchel...may I?" Nodding absent-mindedly, Jamie sat down on the porch, deep in thought. So...the real James was beaten up only the night before. What the hell did Grandad say... come on Jamie, THINK! Two family members...in different time zones...if they should set that stupid ass stopwatch to midnight at the same time... ...THEY WILL SWITCH PLACES IN TIME... Doesn't sound so stupid ass now, does it? Poor James. Was he perhaps upset about what happened...did he have the stop watch at same time Jamie did...did they turned it to midnight in their own time zones respectively... oh god, the weird thing was how this actually MADE SENSE!? "I gotta get home. Jesus. I can't be stuck here..." Jamie murmured just as Nicholas came out of the house carrying what looked like a bag made out of cat fluff. "Look James, I can stay with you for a little while...you're very important to me, as Caroline's brother. Family always comes first." Holy shit...I wanna kneel on my fucking knees and suck out every single drop of cum you have in your balls and bathe in it... "Nah, it's cool, dude. You go on and ride that thing back to Car...uhm...my sister. Maybe I'll see ya later. Now it was Nicholas seeming like he had a sheer headache in trying to process what Jamie's actually said, but the latter couldn't care less. As Nicholas finally got onto Sabre and rode off into the dust covered grounds Jamie wanted to scream. Doing it will only attract attention, especially with all the workers in the vineyards before him. If he tells anyone that he was from the year 2021, and that was where the real James Lancaster was now, they'd have him hanged. If only they knew all this would become town suburbia in the next millennium. All thanks to his dad. Oh well. ** It would be so easy to phone home. But he can't. Phone's doesn't exist yet. Suddenly Jamie choked back a laugh. If the real James Lancaster was in fact, switched to 2021, he must have had his major culture shock by now. Coming from a time where there wasn't shit in modernizing, to a world with cell phones, Wi-Fi and TV's all around him. Hopefully he would have figured out the rumour of the Lancaster family stopwatch by now and realise what had happened to both of them. "James, time for your bath!" Wait what? He wasn't a damn child... No deodorant here as well. Add that to the fucking list. Urgh. Jamie walked to where the voice was calling him from. He hadn't seen people all day, he pretty much stayed in what had to be James's bedroom. At some point he fell asleep, but still...he was stuck right where he was. As he turned the corner to the bathroom, or where it was in 2021, the very much luxurious spa and bath area Thomas had installed... all he saw before him...was a grainy black sink...metal tub...he could just about make out that it was in fact a tub, before him. A woman, larger than life, and the same person who had probably put out the fire this morning, stood to one side, her arms folded. "Don't take too long. Cookie warmed up the water for you especially after...well, what happened last night. We have GOT to toughen you up, James. You seemed to SEEK out these attacks on you. Look what you are wearing, for Christ's sake! Take those off? Where did you get all this, a brothel?" "Better listen to Mommy!" he could hear Caroline laugh and taunt him from somewhere inside the house. Oh fuck off bitch. Okay, focus...so this woman...was James's mother. Jamie himself was twenty-three, but he wasn't sure how old James was in this moment and time. The mere fact that no one could tell the difference, said it all. Which meant she, was his great, great, great grandmother. Fucking hell. Well...at least he was around family. Why was she just...standing there...was she waiting for him to get naked? Oh hell, no! "Uhm...Mom?" "Mother! And take those off, I don't have all night!" the woman shrieked. This was his worst nightmare. That, and waking up somewhere in the 1900's. Go figure. "Mother...okay, uhm, I can take it from here, you don't really need to..." "Oh, be like that! I don't have time for this. Your father shall be home soon. Take that off and burn it. Caroline, make sure he does as he was told!" God. No wonder poor James Lancaster had also wanted to escape his reality for something else, just like Jamie wanted to last night. Other than his great-great-grandfather though, he didn't think for one minute that rumour Grandpa Barney told him was real. Who in their right mind WOULD have believed all that? As he sank into the burning hot water, it did in fact seem to take some of the stresses out of him. A piece of black rock laid next to a clean piece of cloth, which he assumed was some kind of soap. It was, as he tested it out, but it smelled more than horrible. His cock hardened. Geez. It had a sheer mind of his own. He reached down into the soapy black water and touched it. It was so warm...hard as a fucking rock...and at last, something familiar. Reed...man, oh man...he was supposed to have had a beer with the dude today. He's gonna think Jamie stood him up, because even if James had been switched to 2021, he didn't even know Reed to have gone there in his place. His dick was rock hard as Reed's tall, dark and handsome figure appeared before him in his mind's eye. How he would want nothing more than to rip those tight fitting shirts the fuck off and just make raw jungle sex with that man all damn night... He was dangerously close to actually cumming. Whatever this soap substance was, it was slimy as hell, and it felt as if along with the warm water, it enveloped his dick like velvet little home. He sighed. Who knew if cum in fact dissolved in water way back in 1921 or where ever he was. Nicholas. Jesus. Blond...muscled...raunchy Nicholas. Jamie...stop this. You gotta get home. Somehow. God knows how. ** THANKS FOR READING!! Wanted to set the scene and the time frame. Rest assured, sex scenes will come LOL. Wanna read more of how poor Jamie's adventures as he tries his best to get back to his own time? Mail me and lemme know! liciousryan@gmail.com