Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 16:11:37 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapters 35 & 36 This story is fiction, describing the developing friendship of two young boys, including their sexual experiences with each other and with other boys. If you are not 18 years of age, or if it illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2008, Charles Hughes All rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com A note to readers: Chapter 36 concludes this series. I would like to thank all readers who have been kind enough to write me about it. There are a number of inspirations for this story, and you readers are certainly among them. Thank you. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 35 Ronnie had finally settled on one girl. Her name was Ally, and he'd met her through Beth. They had been out three times when Ronnie was describing her to Danny and James. "Aw, god, guys, she's just the best looking..." "Okay, okay," James laughed. "We know her too, you know. We already know what she looks like." "Yeah, but you don't know her the way I do. I'm telling you, if this is what love is like... Oh, man..." Ronnie seemed at a loss for words. Ronnie had caught them while they were on break at the grocery store. They had gone out into the parking lot to drink their sodas, and Ronnie had pulled in. "We're going out again Saturday. And guess what? We're going to her house after the movie. And guess what? Her folks won't be home for a couple of hours yet. Her folks won't be home!" Ronnie grinned. "I''ve already gotten to third base; I'm headed for home plate this time." "No shit." Danny grinned back at him. "Damn," he said to James. "I knew this playboy back when he had to be shown how to jack off." Ronnie laughed. "Yeah, but I know what to do next. Don't need to be told that!" He drove off, and the boys finished their drinks. "He's a cool guy," James said. "I'm glad he found somebody. Remember how lonely and shy he was back when we first met him?" "It's like some chick flick," Danny smiled. "The guy gets the girl, and they live happily ever after. Or, at least, that's when the movie ends." They went back in to finish their four hours. It was a Saturday morning, and they would have the afternoon to themselves. On the way home, they drove by the ball field where a game was underway. James pulled into the small parking lot. "Remember?" James asked. Danny nodded. The game couldn't have been a Summer League one; it was barely spring. But there were two full teams playing, and a small crowd had gathered in the little stand by the field. The teams were both composed of younger boys and pretty evenly matched. They watched for a while. "Over there," James finally said. "On the first row, near the center. The taller guy..." "Isn't that... um, Mike...?" "Yeah," James said. "That's who it is. Thought he looked familiar. Mike Henderson. Remember him?" "All-state quarterback. Sure, I remember. So, what... he'd be in college now?" "I guess," James said. "He sure is a fan; look at him yell." "Remember what Phil said, about getting a blow job from him?" Danny asked. "Yeah, Phil may have been dreaming, too," James said. "God, he is gorgeous, isn't he?" Danny asked. James chuckled. "So you want I should introduce you, tell him you're a good buddy of Phil's..." Danny socked him a good love tap on the shoulder. After they'd watched a little longer, the other team came up to bat, and they watched one of the boys walk over to the fence separating the field from the stand. He brushed some sweat from his forehead. He was about ten. He talked to Mike for a minute, with a big grin on his face, and then joined his teammates on the bench. "You know..." Danny began. "You know who that is? That kid that just talked to him?" "Nope." "That was the kid we saw with him after the football game that night, the night Phil told us that about him." "Probably his little brother," James said. "No, he introduced him to us. Remember? He was with a woman -- I thought maybe it was his mother -- but he said he worked for her sometimes. And the little boy is her son. Mike said, 'my friend.' Remember?" "Yeah," James said. "I remember. Cute little kid, isn't he?" "Looks like he's about a year younger than we were when we first met," Danny said. "Well," James said as he pulled out of the lot, "let's hope he has the kind of luck with his love life we had." Danny grinned. "Think there's a new team of Jerkoffs coming along?" "If there is," James laughed, "more power to them!" They got home with most of the afternoon left, and first they showered together. "Want to pee?" James asked, trying to wiggle his eyebrows. Danny smiled and stood in the stall facing him. James reached for Danny's dick, and Danny reached for James' dick. Their streams started about the same time, and each guided the other's stream over his body anywhere he wished to feel it -- chest, nipples, belly, balls, thighs. When their streams finished, their dicks hardened in each other's hand, and they stood close to kiss while they stroked each other. "Cum on my dick," Danny mumbled. He pointed James' dick toward his own. James slowed his hand on Danny's dick and then held it still, and he watched his own cock grow even harder as Danny stroked more firmly. It always felt so wonderful, he thought, when Danny did it for him. Soooo wonderful... He tensed his muscles, postponing the inevitable for a long as possible. But then he reached that point of no return... "Daaaaneee... going to..." James had not finished his warning when his cock exploded the first time. Danny had expected it. He knew his lover well enough to know just when James' orgasm would begin. He sucked in his breath when the first shot from James' cock landed on his own dick. He shook with the effort of keeping James' cockhead in place so all his cum would land somewhere on his own dick. James was panting loudly after his last shot, and he stood still as Danny milked the last of James' cum out onto Danny's own cockhead. Then Danny held his hand under James' dick. James hand closed over Danny's cum-covered dick. He used his own cream as lube to pump Danny completely hard. Danny lay his head on James shoulder and watched his boyfriend jack him off. The cum moved slickly over Danny's hard shaft, and it was hot against his cockhead. He moaned when the heat began to build inside, and he gave himself over completely to James' hand. James pumped slowly but steadily. The sight of his hand smoothing his own cum over his lover's tool made his own dick stiffen in Danny's hand. He felt the increased stiffness in the dick he was holding; he watched as the lips on Danny's cockhead flared in preparation. He pointed Danny's dick at his own, and Danny whimpered in his ear as his cum started. "MMmm... mmmm.... mmmmm..." The hot cream struck James' cockhead and began to run down the side. Another shot hit just the tip and immediately his little lips disappeared under the whiteness. James pumped until there was nothing more. And the two boys, their dicks wet with cum, stood leaning into each other. Each of the dicks was still dripping with cum, but each was dripping with the cum of the other. "I guess we really need that shower now," Danny finally whispered. James chuckled in his ear. He kissed the fleshy earlobe. "Guess we do. But then what are we going to do for the rest of the afternoon? We've got hours, sweetcakes." "You're going to cum at least two more times, one of them in my ass," Danny grinned. He reached to turn the water on. "I hear two... two... I hear two..." James called, trying to imitate an auctioneer. "Do I hear three? Three, anybody?" Danny laughed. "We'll see about that." It was three. And James, of course, returned the favor. The senior prom was held late in the spring, not long before graduation. Danny and James wouldn't go, of course, though they had sometimes laughed about showing up at a school dance as each other's dates. But as seniors, they had the right to vote for the prom king and queen. Steve and Beth were running for king and queen. Ronnie was pissed because there wasn't really any campaign for votes. Seniors just voted, and that was it. "Every other campaign I get to work, and this one all I can do is vote!" They were eating lunch. "The most important election... The last chance to have a real campaign..." Ronnie was so mad he was almost speechless. "Ronnie, you're spitting in your food!" Ally didn't take it too seriously, since she was laughing. Ally was a senior, so Ronnie had been campaigning for her to vote for Steve and Beth, which, she had told him right away, she was planning to do all along. Stop the campaigning, she insisted! Danny and James were laughing, too. "Cool down, buddy. He's a shoo-in, you know he is," Danny said. Steve and Beth were crowned king and queen near the beginning of the prom. Danny and James stood with a small group of those watching from the corner. They felt a little self-conscious at first, but they applauded as loudly as everyone else when the announcement was made. "God, he's beautiful," James whispered in Danny's ear as the spotlight followed Steve across the stage. The crown on Steve's head didn't sparkle any more brightly than did his eyes. As he sat next to Beth, their smiles spoke more of their feelings for each other than of their happiness at being crowned. Danny and James left quietly and got into the car. "Danny," James said. "You've got tears in your eyes." Danny brushed his eyes and grinned self-consciously. "You're an incurable romantic," James smiled. "I love you." Graduation was on a bright Saturday afternoon. It was held on the football field, with the students seated on the field and the audience facing them from the stands. It wasn't too warm, but both boys were sweating a little in their uncomfortable caps and gowns. Ally was the validictorian. Danny and James had worked with her and Ronnie on her speech, Danny having taken a writing class that year. The all agreed that her closing line was absolutely corny. "And this is just the beginning of the rest of our lives." But, they agreed, it was also absolutely true. As they walked across the platform to receive their diplomas when their names were called, each was aware of two moms sitting in the stands, proud of two sons. Teachers from four years pleased with good students. Friends from every class in school rooting for them. And when it was time to throw their caps into the air and cheer, they did it as vigorously as everyone else. They were a row apart, and in the cheering they found each other. They didn't give a damn at the moment who was watching. They hugged each other fiercely. Afterwards the graduates mingled with each other for a bit, and the boys saw -- and hugged -- Steve and Beth. Then the field was filled with all the spectators who wanted to congratulate the graduates. Ronnie came up to them with Ally in hand. Neal and Mark had come, and even Chap and Nick were there. It seemed that everyone had a camera, and their were dozens of pictures taken. "We are so proud of our boys," James' mom said. And Danny's mom nodded in agreement. JUST ORDINARY GUYS - Chapter 36: the Conclusion "We are so proud of our boys," Danny's mom said. James' mom nodded in agreement. "You have a right to be," Steve said. "Here, honey." He handed Beth a small box with the rest of the decorations. "They've worked hard since high school," James' mom said. "And we never doubted they could do it," Danny's mom said. "Ten years," Steve said to the boys' moms. "Can't believe it's been ten years." "You look beautiful, both of you," Beth said. And they did. Both mothers wore beautiful corsages the boys had gotten for them. They were all standing in the large dining area just inside the door. The restaurant had become one of the best known in Springfield. But it hadn't all been smooth sailing. They opened under their new ownership after struggling for years to save every penny they could. Danny had actually worked for the previous owner, first as a waiter and then as office manager after he had taken some courses in restaurant management. James had worked at another restaurant as assistant chef. And "chef" was not an honorific. He'd earned the title at a culinary arts school. Saving pennies was hardly enough. When the owner finally decided to retire, the boys knew it was their opportunity. After much research and even more paperwork, they received a loan from the Small Business Administration. With that in hand, they qualified for a loan from the local bank. That Ron (who had given up 'Ronnie' after high school) was a loan officer helped, of course. Finally, their moms had talked them into letting them invest in the venture. The boys were adamantly opposed at first. They told them there were few businesses at which it was easier to fail than the restaurant business, but their moms insisted. They finally accepted. The restaurant, of course, was called "D&J's." It was moderately successful from the beginning. The restaurant already had a customer base, and many of them continued to be faithful patrons in the first couple of months. It had been Danny's idea to change the place a bit. There had been a wonderful response to some of James' great new dishes -- everything from appetizers to dessert -- and Danny thought it was time to act on the appeal of a new menu. So, lunches remained almost the same, but for the evening dining hours the tablecloths and napkins were linen, and there were flowers on the tables. A new and more varied menu was offered. Within another month, the linens appeared at lunch, too. Within another month the liquor license they'd applied for was approved, and they added wine, cocktails and liquors to the menu. (That Steve was on the city council helped with that approval.) By the end of the ninth month they showed a profit for the first time. They hired a few more staff, including help for the kitchen. They celebrated by enlarging the sign on the front of the building above the door. The original sign, painted on the building itself, had been painted over to read "D & J's Restaurant." The new one, painted over it from one edge of the building to the other, read "D & J's Fine Foods." Danny's management and James' cooking filled the place on weekends to the point that they finally had to take reservations. But that's not why Steve and Beth were there. They were there, first, to admire the newest sign, purchased as a gift by the boys' mothers. This one was neon, hanging perpendicular to the building over a newer entrance. It read, simply, "DJ's." The customers had eventually shortened the name by leaving out the "and," and the boys went with it. In bright but dignified blue, the neon had been turned on for the first time the night before. But that was just to make sure it worked. Tonight was its first "official" use. The sign was a wedding present. Steve and his wife ushered the boys' moms out the front door so they wouldn't be late to the judge's chambers at the courthouse. The state's new law allowing the marriage of gay couples went into effect that morning, and Danny and James would be the first to be married in Springfield. As soon as the two women were gone, Steve opened the folding doors separating the front dining area from the back private dining room. The entire larger space was being decorated. The kitchen staff had been working since early morning preparing for the reception at which they expected many of the regular customers as well as friends. Beth carefully wheeled the big white cake from the kitchen. Steve checked the bar area, though Andy, the bartender, was a little jealous of "his" space. Ron and his wife, Ally, came in to help finish the preparations. "Shit, man," Ron said to Steve. "First time I've ever been to a wedding reception for a couple of guys." He grinned. "It's about fucking time." "These two are as happy together as Beth and I are," Steve smiled. Though Ron had just the beginning of a rounder belly (as perhaps befits a prosperous banker), Steve was still the hunk he'd been in high school. "Nobody deserves it more than these guys." "Hear, hear!" Some of the boys' other friends had begun to trickle in. There was a large table for gifts at one side of the room. Danny and James had insisted on no gifts, but Steve had said, "Fuck that! Get used to the idea, guys. When you get married, you get all kind of good shit!" They laughed with him and agreed. The kitchen staff had arranged a buffet table at the back of the now-expanded dining area. The burners were lit and the hot servers were put in place just as four people entered the door. The two mothers were followed by their sons. The room erupted in applause and cheers. Danny and James were dressed in new suits and ties their mothers had insisted they wear, and Danny flushed deeply as every eye in the room turned on them. James' smile was so broad it almost hurt his cheeks. As they were being congratulated, Chap and Nick arrived. They lived in another city now, but they had flown in for the celebration. The boys hadn't seen them in almost six years, and they tried to find a quieter corner to catch up. There wasn't a quieter corner, so they did the best they could. People were just beginning to settle down at some of the tables when another couple came in. Mark was a regional manager for the sports equipment company he had started working for after high school, and his life partner, Neal, was an accountant for the same company. The boys saw them more often, since they still lived in Springfield. Some toasts were made by friends, and one was given by the mayor. "See that guy sitting next to the mayor?" Danny whispered to Chap and Nick. It was Steve. "That's our new mayor -- he takes office next month." "Steve?" Chap asked. "And there's already talk of moving him to the state capitol some day," James added. "Beth did say, 'White House,' didn't she?" Danny grinned. Mark moved to sit closer to the boys for a minute. "Damn fine move you guys made," he said. "I'm proud of you. So, what's married life like, anyway?" He grinned. "Hell, we haven't had a chance to find out yet!" Danny said. "The night's still young, dudes," Mark grinned. Then he became more serious. "Wish Neal and I... The outfit I work for is still in the Dark Ages. They couldn't fire me, but they'd sure see to it I'd quit." "Why?" James asked. "They sell everything from shoes to hockey sticks to boys all over the country! Yeah, some of the people in the regional office know I'm gay, but the home office doesn't. Can't have a manager who's queer -- and married to boot -- selling sports equipment to all those innocent little boys!" Mark managed to make a joke of it. "You know damn well some of those boys who buy your shit are as gay as you are." Danny got impatient sometimes with prejudices. "You tell those idiots you work for..." "Now, now, now," Neal said. He'd joined the conversation. "Don't get your panties all twisted," he grinned. He looked more serious for a moment. "It'll happen someday, Danny. It will. But for now..." "Well, for now, you two are kind of like an inspiration, you know?" Mark smiled. "I love you both!" And he kissed them. The cake was finally cut, and the guests moved more freely around the room, visiting each other and spending a little time with the boys. There was a lot of laughter during the evening, a lot of remembering, a lot of good wishes. Danny and James were eventually pressed into responding to all the congratulations they received, and they told a couple of funny stories about each other. It was obvious they were a little self-conscious about being the center of attention, and once or twice as they spoke they each had to be careful that their voices didn't break. The last remarks were made by their mothers. They spoke of their pride in their sons -- and each of them used the plural, 'sons' -- and their confidence in them and their love for them. That was when Danny finally had to wipe the tears from his eyes. James held his hand and squeezed it hard as he saw Danny's reaction. They both knew how much they owed their moms. They had made a down payment on a small bungalow just a block from their mothers' house; they had moved in about a year before. And they planned to be there for their mothers, always. The evening finally began to wind down some. As the crowd thinned, Steve and Beth came over to sit with the boys for a little bit, and Danny and James thanked them for all the work they'd done in making the reception so wonderful. Chap and Nick had yet to check into their hotel for the night and were going to leave to do that, planning to come to DJ's for dinner the following day. They were told the restaurant would be open, but the boys wouldn't be there. They were flying out in the morning for their honeymoon. "Honeymoon? Honeymoon!" Ron walked up in time to hear that. "This is the first I've heard of a honeymoon! Why am I the last to hear everything?" But he was grinning. "So, tell," he said. "Where are you going?" "Oh, no, you don't," Beth said to him. "We're not supposed to know." "Somewhere far, far away..." Danny began in a dreamy voice. James socked him a love tap in the shoulder. "We're going to chef's heaven," James said. "Paris." "Paris?" Nick exclaimed. "No shit!" Neal said. "You know," said Ron, "if you visit a lot of restaurants at least part of that trip is deductible as business expense." James laughed. "Yes, sir, Mr. Banker. I'll remember that." "The city of lovers," Mark said with a lilt to his voice. "The city where you eat all day and make love all night..." "These two won't even take time to eat," Steve said. "Steve!" Beth laughed, though. Ally came up then and sat with the group. She and Ron exchanged a deep kiss. "Get a room, you two," Chap said. "Hey," Ron responded with a grin. "We're married. It's okay if we kiss in public." He turned to the boys. "Damn! You two are married now! How about a kiss?" The friends began to chant "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" until Danny slapped the table for silence. "Cool it, you guys," he said. "We try to be a little... well, circumspect in public. No need to antagonize people who might not like to see it." Mark scrunched his eyebrows together in what he intended to be a menacing look and growled, "If you two don't kiss, I'm going to jump up on the middle of this table and demand it!" Danny and James grinned and exchanged a chaste kiss on the lips. "Aw, shit," Neal laughed. "If you can't do better than that..." "Oh, but they can! Frist hand experience here!" Nick announced as he raised his hand. "Shut up, Nickie," Chap laughed. "Let them keep some secrets." The old friends talked for a lot longer than Danny and James had intended to stay, since they had a plane to catch in the morning. Their goodbyes finally said, Danny and James left the restaurant behind them and went to their house. They had just closed the door behind them when Danny had to hug again, though they'd done a lot of that all night long. "Oh, James, I'm so happy. I love you so much," he whispered. They kissed for a moment. "You go on in," James finally said, motioning down the hall to the bedroom, "and I'll get the champaign." Danny went into the bedroom and lit the candles they had left there. James had teased him about being the sentimental romantic of the two, but Danny knew James liked it as much as he did. He had stripped and slipped into a beautiful white satin robe that loosely hung to his knees. They had bought them for each other as wedding presents. When James came in, he set the champaign and glasses on a side table and went into the bathroom to change into his robe. Danny lay back against the pillows, and James returned and lay next to him. Danny started laughing. "What? You're laughing on our wedding night?" James asked. Danny couldn't stop laughing, but he pointed to James' robe. It was still closed around him, but his hard dick had poked its head out. "Don't laugh at my dick." James pretended to scold him. "It gets embarrassed. Turns red." "It's red..." Danny laughed, "but that's not why." James grinned and turned to pour two flutes of champaign. He was very serious when he turned back and handed one to Danny. "Danny, I love you with all my heart. I don't remember what it's like not knowing you, not loving you. You're everything to me." Danny, the sentimental romantic, let a couple of tears slide down his cheek. "James, this is so wonderful. We belong to each other now, and that can never change. Remember when we became blood brothers?" James smiled and nodded. He held up his hand, his palm facing Danny, and Danny met it with his hand. They held their hands that way for a moment, just as they had when they shared their blood. They still wore each other's class ring; they'd decided they didn't want wedding bands since they had already exchanged rings years before. Danny leaned in for a kiss. With their second flute of champaign James motioned as though he were going to make a toast. Then he set the champaign down on the table next to the bed. "Ah, hell! Just make love to me, Danny." Danny set his champaign aside, and their arms circled each other. Their tongues met in the same way they had for the fifteen years they had been lovers since they were 12. But each time was different. Each time was now. And now was always the best. They drew each other closer as their hands moved over the smooth satin against their backs. James slid his mouth from Danny's and moved to kiss Danny's ear, licking the lobe and then the entrance into his ear. A chill went down Danny's back. Danny pressed into James until his lips could kiss the top of his chest, just beneath his neck. His cheeks felt the cool satin of the robe, and his kisses covered the "v" of skin the robe left uncovered. He moved his lips to one side, and they made the robe slip open as bit as Danny kissed his way to James' nipple. He kissed around it, then kissed the center of it, and his lips were met by the hard little mound in the center. Danny sucked on it gently. His mouth moved to the other side and nudged the white satin out of its way to reveal the second nipple. Danny spent more time around it, more time on it. He nursed James' warm nipple, and James moaned loudly. Danny kissed downward now, lower on James' chest. His chin forced the satin robe apart, and his lips met the warm skin of James' belly. Finally, he came to the tie that held the robe closed, and his lips couldn't move any farther. He leaned down and used his teeth to pull the tie open, and then to nudge the white robe. It fell to the side, revealing the beauty that belonged only to Danny now, that had belonged only to Danny since they were young boys. Danny resumed his kisses. His lips nuzzled the soft hair of James' bush, and he moved his kisses to James' hip. James groaned again and opened his leg. Danny kissed inward from the hip, then down into the cleft at the top of James' thigh. He moved over to James' ballsac then, covering it with little kisses, lifting it with his tongue to kiss it all over. "MMmmmmm Daaaaaaneeeeee..." James' voice was soft. Danny kissed James' dick, starting at the base and moving slowly to the top, just underneath his cockhead. He spent more time kissing the "Y" of skin, allowing just a little suction to enter his kisses. He held the lovely dick with one hand as he kissed the shaft over and over. This beautiful dick, Danny thought. It was... what? Three-and-a-half inches when I first touched it? Four? How much of his lovecream has it given me? How many times have I touched it since? Eaten it? How many times has it filled me? "Fuck me, love," Danny said. He was speaking to James, but he was looking directly at the wet dick. James pulled Danny down onto the bed. He pushed the bottom of Danny's satin robe up so his ass was exposed; he pulled Danny's legs apart. He put his face at his lover's ass and inhaled his Danny. He began to lick. His hands separated the globes, and his tongue moved down to Danny's ballsac and then upward into the dark cleft. This was the place, he thought. He has never allowed anyone, not anyone, in this place except me, he thought. As his tongue found the puckered ring, he knew his dick was leaking, but he wanted -- he needed -- to eat his Danny. He licked and sucked, kissing the hole when he paused to draw a breath. Danny whimpered in pleasure. He pulled his leg outward to give James' more access. Only James, he thought. Only James goes inside me. Only James. The tongue at his hole pointed and then pushed. Danny opened for him. His entrance obeyed. It was James. The tongue gently but firmly pushed aside the familiar ring and probed at the softness beyond it, deeper into it. James tasted and loved it. His tongue drew little circles just inside the entrance, opening the ring even more. He ate his Danny. He consumed his Danny. He moved inside, engulfed by the heat of his Danny. James feasted until the root of his tongue began to ache. He lay his cockhead, wet with precum, against his lover's entrance. He pushed. Danny opened for him. Just him. Only him. His hard cock, all seven-and-a-half inches of it, slowly entered his Danny, slowly disappeared as Danny's ass sucked it in and down. James lay fully on Danny now, his dick completely buried. Neither one spoke. They simply lay there, enjoying the union. The tissues inside Danny pulsed as his heart beat. James' cock throbbed as his own heart worked to keep it rock-hard. They lay together, linked. They lay there, no longer two. But one. One together. One forever. Danny clenched his ass, released it, then clenched it again. The effect on James was electric. It felt as though a vise were clamping down on his cock, as though a sucking machine had been attached to it, as though it were being pulled completely off his body. He began to rock a bit with the movement of Danny's ass, and soon he was fucking with a very shallow thrust, though he was deep in Danny's ass. There were moans now. They had each long since learned to love the sounds they made together, as though they were singing an operatic duet. Now louder, now softer. Now deeper, now higher. Now a long, long note of sensual pleasure. Now a short punctuation of a sudden new sensation. They sang, and they fucked. They sang, and they loved. They sang together. They had also long since learned to prolong their orgasms without pulling away fron each other, without separating. They would pause, James deep inside, resting a moment, recovering, though his cock was angrily requiring more. Then he resumed slowly, moving gradually to the same speed, then slowing again. Eventually, by some mutual agreement they sensed, James did not slow. And Danny returned to the tensing of his ass, virtually sucking the cock into himself every time James plunged downward. Now they were moving fast. Now they were sweating. Now they were desperate -- each of them -- for the release James needed so urgently. With one last deep breath, James' body froze for a moment above Danny, and then he plunged wildly down again. James had learned great control over his muscles and his sexual responses. Though he could not do it often, there were times when James could cum in a way so different it was sex at a new level for both of them. Instead of shooting his cum out in spurts, his cum would flow out in a forceful and continuous stream, as though it were pee from his bladder. He could only describe the feeling to Danny this way: "It feels like I'm pouring out my soul for you." "Arrrrrrgggggggg... aaaaaaaaaaawwwwww..." James voice filled the small room, pressed at its walls with the sexual force with which he was filling his love, his Danny. The tension inside him built to an almost painful level, and then it exploded. His belly remained tight, but the rest of his body shook, and he broke out in a sweat. His balls almost entered his body as his prostate knotted, and a huge surge of his cream burst out, ran like a flood from a broken dam, engorging the tube in his cock. And his little lips spread as wide as possible as it poured out -- poured out poured and poured -- his very soul -- into his Danny. "AAAaaaaaaaaaaaa..." His voice broke. The flow continued -- his soul -- and he filled his lover. And when he was done, he fell, exhausted, next to Danny. Danny put his arm around his shoulders, and James curled into him. He wept. Finally, "Danny... Danny..." But he couldn't say anything more. Danny felt the fullness of Jame's cock still, as though it were still in him. He knew he was holding his lover's gift of warm, milky cream. He hugged James tightly. "I know, James... I know." Danny kept the cream inside until James recovered enough to slide back down and eat it as it flowed from his secret place, the place only James went. James cleaned him, and then he moved up to lie beside him again. Perhaps they dozed a bit. Danny's shoulders were a little stiff when he reached over for his champaign. It was too warm to drink, so he poured in into the ice that remained in the champaign bucket and poured himself a fresh glass. His movement had stirred James. So he stretched across him to refill James' glass, too. Danny held it back with a teasing smile first, and he finally gave it to him only after they had kissed. They lay on their backs against the pillows, James completely naked and Danny with his twisted robe around him. "I remember when I first opened the door to our house, and there you were on the doorstep," Danny said. "James, I want to remember all of it, every moment of it. Remember it forever." Danny reached over and opened the drawer of the small table beside the bed. He pulled out a thick manila envelope and handed it to James. "It's sort of a wedding present, I guess," he smiled. "But..." James started to object. They had agreed that the trip to Paris, deductable or not, was as much as they wanted to spend right now. "No, no," Danny said. "It's not something I bought. I just... well, it's something I just wrote down." James pulled a thick stack of paper from the envelope. The top sheet was blank except for three words centered on it. James read them. He looked up a Danny and then pulled the second sheet out. He began to read aloud. "Danny tossed the ball too high this time; it hit the backboard way above the basket and bounced off. Hadn't been paying attention! "'Ha!'" James laughed as he caught the ball. He had a couple of inches on Danny and gracefully threw the ball with his right hand as he jumped about two feet off the ground. "Danny froze. He couldn't help but stare. The curve of his friend's body began with the fingers that had just released the ball. James' arm was bent slightly at the elbow, and his body arched slightly to the left, toward the goal. Without his shirt, the curve of his side reached its outermost point at his hip; then it moved inward again along the tanned thigh and down to his ankles. James looked like a right parenthesis. "Danny thought he was beautiful. The most beautiful eleven-year-old boy he had ever seen. And he was Danny's best friend." "Danny! It's about us. You wrote... about us?" "I just wanted to get some things down. I don't know what I'll do with it. And I'm not finished with it. There's more to write." He stopped and smiled. "After all, our story's not done yet, is it? But I just wanted to remember..." Danny stopped again, and he caressed James' cheek. "And if I do something with it," Danny continued, "you know, publish it somehow, someday... Well, maybe it might help some other guys out there, guys who aren't sure, don't always know. Just ordinary guys who have questions. Chances they want to take, but are afraid of. Like us, James. If it can help some of them..." Danny stopped. "Danny. You never cease to amaze me." James pulled himself closer to kiss Danny's lips. He carefully placed the stack of pages on the side table, and then moved back to Danny. "Danny," James whispered. "Make love to me." They kissed as James slowly removed Danny's twisted robe. Then they lowered themselves onto the bed again, their bed, their marriage bed. The candles danced their light over the two naked bodies on the bed as they made love into the night. And the light of the candle on the table flickered over the whiteness of the first page on the stack of papers. Stark against the whiteness of that single page were the three simple words James had read. "Just Ordinary Guys"