Date: Tue, 05 Jul 2022 12:19:49 +0000 From: Aaron Ramsey Subject: James Comes of Age - Chapter 25 This is a work of fiction and any similarities to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It will contain references to gay sex amongst teenagers. If this offends you, or is not permitted in your location, please leave. The story is copyrighted by the author, who maintains exclusive rights to the story other than those permissions required for publication on the Nifty archive. Nifty is a free resource - help keep it that way by donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html JAMES COMES OF AGE CHAPTER 25 - Term Two Despite his encounter with Tim at the start of the first term, university was not turning out to be the continuous fuck-fest that James had thought it would be. Whilst there was a bit of coupling off at the LGB society, it was much less of a meat market than some people had led him to believe it would be. Other than a singularly unsatisfying shag with a guy he met at the nearest gay club, James didn't see any action (other than his own hands) for the rest of the first term. The Christmas holiday was busy as usual, with work and with family time, then suddenly it was back for the second term. The start of the second term was as dry a spell as the remainder of the first term, and by the middle of the term, James was getting rather frustrated. Yes, he was wanking regularly, thinking not only of the hot guys he saw around the campus, but also of the encounters that he had had in the past. This wasn't the same as getting down and dirty with another guy though. He still went to the LGB society regularly as some of the activities were quite fun but had pretty well resigned himself to not getting any action. This was made worse by the fact that James had been able to move rooms early on in the second term, and now had his own room, rather than sharing with Brian as he had had to do the previous term. This week, the society was laying on a self-defence training class for anyone who wanted to attend. James turned up as he turned up every week to the society, but also realised that he may be able to get up close and personal with some hot guys (if he was lucky!) and get some more material for his fantasies. The instructor was the boyfriend of one of James' female friends, so very much off limits, but it was good to be able to be able to chat to him, as well as the members of the society. In the exercises, they were paired off to start with. These were unisex, with males and females being paired together, as well as same sex groupings. James was first paired with a second-year girl, then with the male president of the society. For the third round of exercises, James found himself with a lad called Richard, whom he knew from his history course, and (because there were an odd number of people) a guy called Neil who lived near Richard. Richard wasn't really James' cup of tea, but Neil was definitely hot stuff, and James found himself getting hard when throwing Neil over his back. The exercises concluded and the evening wore on in the usual way with people chatting and getting drinks from the bar. Some people headed off towards the end of the night to carry on at the local gay club, but James, Neil and Richard all found themselves still there at closing time helping to pack the room up. As they were all fairly awake, and James' room was the closest, they wandered slowly back in that direction. They got to James' room and James dug out the bottle of wine he had stashed in a drawer and poured them all a measure into the mugs, which were the only drinking vessels he had available. Richard had taken the comfy chair, Neil sat on the bed propped up against the wall whilst James sat on the desk chair. Neil didn't seem to be comfortable as he kept moving, though James did notice that the movement seemed to be towards the end of the bed that his chair was located, rather than towards Richard. Most of Neil's conversation was directed towards James rather than Richard as well. Neil had to get up to go to the toilet and put his hand on James's shoulder where it lingered for just a little too long, and James could have sworn that there was a slight squeeze there. Neil's crotch was also directly in James' eye line when the visitor got up from the bed, and there was the definite hint of a bulge there. "Not to be rude or anything," James hissed to Richard, "but I think Neil may, you know, want you to leave." Richard, who was either hoping to be invited to a threesome, or who was just oblivious to the situation, began to flush, but also started to check where his coat and things were. When Neil returned to the room, Richard made ready to leave. "Um...I have a 9am lecture tomorrow...don't want to miss it...I should probably make a move," Richard said, then, to Neil, "You want to walk back?" "I'm good for now," Neil replied, "Nothing for me until the afternoon." Richard left, the door closing behind him and the sound of his steps fading away down the corridor. "Thank fuck for that," said Neil, "I thought he'd never leave. Shall we lock the door now." James grinned as he stood and turned the key on the inside of the door that Richard had recently departed through. Turning back into the small room, he saw Neil patting the bed next to him as an invitation. He sat willingly, and, as Neil put his hand on James' leg and moved in for a kiss, James could smell the other lad's deodorant, musk, and hair product along with the slight smell of wine on his breath. As he moved closer, James' eye was drawn to the way that Neil's bicep bulged slightly in the arm of his T-shirt, the sleeve tight around the lad's body. Their lips met and James relished the taste of the other lad's mouth as their tongues danced over each other. James reached up and tentatively put a hand to the back of Neil's head and felt gel in the other lad's light brown hair. Neil reacted and made the kiss stronger. Each of them had a hand on the other's thighs now. James' hand ran up Neil's leg, catching on the fashionably rip in the denim and feeling the warmth of the flesh underneath. As Neil's hand was already rubbing James' cock through the fabric of his jeans, James didn't stop at the thigh, but moved up and felt the solidity of Neil's hard shaft inside the thick fabric of the jeans. One of Neil's hands had untucked James' T-shirt and was gently playing over his stomach. James wished he had a third hand to be able to do the same to Neil but was more taken up with holding the other boy in a kiss. Neil's explorations widened, and his hand moved up to tweak one of James' nipples, which drew a gasp from James and caused the kiss to break. Neil took the opportunity this brought him to lift James' T-shirt and pull it over his head. James lifted his arms to assist, then helped Neil out of his tee. It was easy to see that Neil worked out, but it wasn't overdone, like Craig Barker, a boy James knew from school. Unlike Craig, Neil had a nice hint of biceps, pecs, and abs, but he wasn't too built. The removal of their T-shirts allowed James to get a glimpse of Neil's Calvin Klein boxers poking out above the waistband. They both resumed kissing and exploring each other's naked upper bodies, though both also made forays below the waistline. Both of their cocks were fully hard and straining at their trousers. James dropped one hand to Neil's lap and started to work at undoing the other lad's belt. It was hard work doing this one handed, but he managed it, with Neil giving a gasp of relief as it was undone. As his hand was already there, James kept going, fumbling with the four button's keeping Neil's jeans on. Neil sighed again as the pressure on his hard cock was relieved by the opening of the fly. Neil moved slightly, allowing James to remove his trousers and socks. As James sat back down, Neil moved in front of him to remove his trousers. James' black jeans were pulled off slowly and Neil nodded in approval at James's now almost totally naked body. James was just as impressed with Neil's body with its slight treasure trail pointing from his belly button down into the wonders contained within his boxers. Neil got James to sit on the edge of the bed and stood before him. The black Calvin Kleins accentuated his sculpted arse with the shaft tenting the front. Knowing what he had to do, James leant forward and pulled the boxers down, freeing the thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cock. He started to suck gently at the head, tasting the copious amounts of precum that had been leaking from the slit. James could also see that Neil had done some work on his pubes - whilst not shaved, they were neatly trimmed, enhancing the look of his cock. Hungry for cock, James slid his mouth down the shaft, taking as much of it in as he could. He could feel Neil's hands on his head, forcing it down until he almost gagged, then pulling back up. James' own hands were ranging over Neil's tight arse, pulling him towards James' mouth. After a few minutes, Neil told James to stop sucking and lie back on the bed. James complied, and Neil joined him. The lads sixty-nined, James enjoying the warmth of Neil's mouth round his hard cock as his own mouth kept up the sucking on Neil's shaft. One of Neil's hands has slipped round and was playing with James' hole. James was already relaxed with the sensuality of the situation, and with what he and Neil were doing to each other, so Neil's first finger slipped in easily. This was soon followed by a second, then a third. Neil must have felt that James was ready, as he instructed him to roll over. Again, James did as he was told, ending up facing the wall with his head on the pillow. Neil told James to raise his leg, then James felt the other boy's cockhead at his entrance. Suddenly, he had ben penetrated, and the usual sensation of pleasure and pain washed over him as his hole gave in to Neil's gentle thrust. The pressure did not relent until James felt Neil's pubes ticking his arse. "You're fucking tight," breathed Neil. "I'm not going to last long. Well...not this time." James felt Neil's strong arm reach round and pull him into a hug, the other lad's musk filling his nostrils. Whilst his upper body was embracing James, from the waist down, Neil was hard at work. This was not the jackhammering fuck he could have been given if Neil was above him, but gently yet insistent thrusts into his arse, the head of Neil's cock sending waves of pleasure each time it rubbed James' G-spot. As Neil had foretold, it was not long before James felt the other lad's cock pulse inside him as Neil groaned in pleasure and shot his load inside of James. James was about to cum but was denied as Neil pulled out. "I've not shot," he complained to Neil. "Oh, you will," Neil replied, "now, lie on your back." Rolling over, James lay back, his head on the pillow. Neil pulled the pillow away and repositioned it further down the bed, boosting James' hips and arse. "Again already?" James asked. Neil just smiled back at him. James could see that the other lad's cock was already at full mast again, if it had even deflated after last time. This time Neil went all out. He lifted James' legs to his shoulders, then pushed his cock back into James' cum slicked hole. There was no slow, sensual entry as Neil began to fuck James. Already near the boil from last time, James let out a cry as he came, cum spattering his body with several drops hitting him in the face. Neil either ignored this or didn't care. With the fucking he was getting, James didn't soften as Neil's well-toned body gave both of them pleasure. James was loving lying back and seeing the trim lad above him giving him a good time. The first round had definitely just been a warmup for the second. James braced his arms against the head of the bed and, with his legs on Neil's shoulders, was able to react to the fucking he was getting, pushing his arse and hips towards Neil as the other lad thrust in, allowing a deeper penetration. His backside was on fire, but it was a good fire, lit and stoked by the eight-and-half inches that were pistoning in and out. James found himself entranced with the beads of sweat running down Neil's body and wished that he could lean forward to lick them off. As time passed, the tempo of the fucking increased. Rather than looking at him, he saw that Neil's eyes were closed and his back was beginning to arch. James could feel his own orgasm beginning to build. Again, it was Neil who came first, with a series of spasmodic thrusts as his second load painted James' innards. An instant later, James' cream flew from his cock and added to the load already coating his body. Neil pulled out, his cock wilting this time, and put his face between James' legs. Neil started off by gently sucking on James' own deflating cock, savouring the last few drops of cum that clung to the end, before slowly and deliberately licking up all the drops he could find the coated James' body. He reached James' head and the lads kissed, James tasting his own cum from Neil's mouth. "That was amazing," said Neil, "I'm so glad I picked you over Richard." "Me too!" James agreed enthusiastically, "you fucked me so well." "Well, we'll have to see what happens later won't we," Neil replied with a smile, as he pulled himself under James' duvet. "You joining me here?" James did join Neil under the covers and sighed with pleasure as the toned lad slipped an arm around him and they fell asleep spooning. They were woken in the morning with the insistent beep-beeping of the alarm on Neil's watch. James who was enjoying the feeling of Neil's hard cock against his arse, groaned. "Do you have to get up?" he asked, groggily. "What day is it?" Neil replied, equally sleepy. "Um...Wednesday." "Damn, then yes, got training this morning and...shit...my kit is in my room." Neil went from sleep to wakefulness quickly and got out of the bed, stepping over James. He dressed quickly and headed for the door, but not before giving James a peck on the cheek. "Again sometime?" he said as he headed out. Again, whenever you want, thought James, as his hand and his memories would have to make up for Neil's absence from the bed.