Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:29:30 +0000 From: James Subject: New life with Denholm-submission 14 New life with Denholm- submission 14 Don't forget to donate, Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The taxi ride home was strange; it was as if he'd completely forgotten where we'd just been, and we talked as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if he was forcing himself to avoid the topic of his mum's funeral, but it was nice to see him back to his usual self, instead of the timid, reserved kid that reminded me of the first time I met him. "What do you fancy doing when we get back?" I asked, continuing the conversation. "Can we just watch TV or something?" He asked, before lowering his voice slightly so the driver couldn't hear, "I haven't had the chance to be close to you properly since Matty and Sam were here. And I've missed it." "Yeah I'd like that. We'll order a takeaway and choose a movie to watch." "The Walking dead?" He asked, somewhat hopefully. "Yeah I wanted to watch that actually, it's not a movie though, it's a series." "Fine by me." He concluded, before peering out of the window to watch the trees pass by the car. He seemed so interested in what was happening outside, and when a lake came into his vision he almost marvelled at the sight of the sun hitting the surface as it glistened and emphasised the ripples in the water from a nearby boat. I'm pretty sure I actually heard him say "whoah," so I eventually asked him what was so amazing. "It just looks beautiful.. I've never seen anything like this 'sept on TV... I didn't really get to go anywhere when I lived with my parents, and if I did it was just to one of my friends houses near to us.." "So you've never been on holiday or anything?" I asked in a concerned tone. "Nah.. My mum went to Turkey a few times with her friends and my dad stayed at home. He was banned from the airport apparently so couldn't go anywhere, and since he had to stay at home he said it was only fair that I stayed at home as well." I didn't know how to react to this, I just sat staring at the back of his head as he remained fixated on the scenery and explained this so matter of factly. Instead of telling him how shit this was, (something that wouldn't exactly make him feel any better,) I quickly thought of a way to stop talking about his parents again, and asked, "Where do you want to go on holiday this year?" "What, like with you?" "And my dad of course. He usually lets me decide, but it's only fair that you get to decide this year." "Are you serious?" He exclaims, as he turns to face me, his crystal blue eyes now widening and glistening in the sunlight, way more beautiful than a lake... "Yeah, anywhere you want. Except maybe Australia, that may be a little too far." I add, with a wink. "You're actually serious? As in we can go to another country?" "Yeah, you don't have to decide now but..." "Can we go skiing?" "skiing?" "Yeah.. My last school used to do ski trips for like a week in Austria or France. I never got to go but I saw the videos and pictures they took and it looked so good." "Yeah they do the same at your new school, you go in February I think. If my dads up for it then we can find somewhere where the snow still falls in winter and then you'll be a pro by the time you go with the school." "I can go with the school too?" He nearly shouted, his excitement clearly getting the better of him. "Yeah I don't see why not. I know the teacher that runs it, I'll email her and find out if there's any spaces left for you." "Can you not come too?" He pleaded, which I guess was because he wouldn't know anyone there, and if he struggled to make friends it would be a pretty hard week to go through. "We'll see. It depends if there's space for us. They usually start planning for the trip in March so they've got a full year to get things organised. If there's enough space I'm sure we can both go." He was elated by my response, and the whole journey back we talked about possible destinations for this summer and eventually we agreed that France was a good idea, since my dad spoke French, as did I (although he didn't know that I spoke it too). France also had some decent resorts, and there were plenty that were at an altitude where the snow still falls. We got back to the house and took off our suits. I took them to the laundry room and figured I'd wash them later, so I left them there and headed upstairs to get changed, until Denholm stopped me about half way up the first flight of stairs. He suggested we just wore our underwear to watch the film, since it was just us two in the house, besides, it was still so hot and our clothes would end up sticking to our bodies, especially if we were warmed up by each other as we cuddled together. I figured his last argument was fabricated to persuade me, but in all honesty I needed very little persuasion and agreed, so I followed him to the living room, still finding myself gazing at his perfectly round buns as they moved in front of me. We found 'The Walking Dead' on Amazon and began watching it while I sat on one end of the sofa with Denholm snuggled up beside me. We ended up watching about three episodes before Denholm suggested we order something for dinner. We settled on ordering pizza, so we shared one large margarita and I ordered garlic bread to go with it. When it came, I quickly threw some shorts on from the laundry room to greet the delivery guy, and immediately took them off when I returned, where we sat up and ate it in front of the TV while we put on another episode. With a mouth full of pizza, Denholm said, "I think you should have a nickname for me. Denholm is quite annoying to say I think.." "What like Holm?" "Hmmm" "Denny, D-dog, how about just D?" I carried on, laughing as I said each one. "No.." He giggled, "something simpler, like Denno." "Denno?" "yeah, I was called that at school, it's quicker to say and I quite like it.." "If that's what you prefer.. How about we go up to our room now then Denno? We've got our first home game tomorrow and I want to get into town early so we miss the traffic." "Yeah, but it's only nine o'clock, and I'm not really that tired..." "Then you'll have to tire yourself out then." I added with a wink. ------- FROM DENHOLM'S PERSPECTIVE Watching TV and getting back to normal with James tonight was pretty much my idea of perfection. The last few days were fun with the twins but seeing them still brought me back to what happened before I came here, and reminded me about everything I went through. I know it's not their fault, and I'm glad they came since they didn't have a chance to see me after what happened. But I guess if I can forget about them for now and focus on this new life, this normal life that I can have with James and his dad, then I can move on and be happy for a change. Even tonight, sat in a warm room watching TV, with someone who's like a brother to me, makes me feel like a part of a family... I'd never think it was possible for this to happen. James began taking the pizza boxes out of the room as we finished talking, and after I said I wasn't tired he suggested I'll "have to tire myself out then." I can only assume he was going to let me fuck him like I'd asked, which I was now very much looking forward to. I'd never done this before, so I'd have to get him to give me some advice, but he'd be fine with that, although I'm not sure if he's done anything like this either, at least from the other position. I followed him upstairs until we reached our room, and I took my underwear off on the stairs. He smiled when he saw me walking behind him, already naked and boned up. He did the same, so I could now see his toned ass moving in front of me. Challenge accepted... When he sat on the bed, I noticed he was already hard; he'd probably been thinking about doing this ever since I suggested we wore our underwear to watch TV. He was hard throughout the entire time I was lying against him, so I occasionally pushed my body into him further to put pressure on his cock. I think this must have pushed him to the point that he wanted to be fucked.. Anyway, I went into the bathroom and found the moisturiser and picked up a towel like James had done yesterday to prevent any mess ending up on his bed, I mean, our bed... I placed the towel on the bed and then leaned over to kiss James, eventually falling on top of him with my legs either side of his body, as our tongues met and our hands beginning to wander. We were already naked, so the only thing left to do before I could get to work was to cover his hole with lube and see how comfortable he was with it. The main reason why it was easy for me to take James' cock with little pain was because I'd experimented before with my fingers and various objects I could find. I discovered masturbation when I was about 11 and realised how good it felt to massage your prostate while doing it. I brought this up with James as I separated from him and handed him the bottle of moisturiser, "Have you ever done anything like this before?" "Erm, I've done it with a few fingers but nothing too much.. It hurt quite a bit when I tried, but that was a while ago.." "I'll go slow like you did with me, but tell me f it hurts, we don't have to do it all tonight, we can take our time..?" "I will, and it should be fine, as long as we take it slowly." I moved his legs so they were either side of my shoulders, so I could hold them in place. He'd already put lubed up his hole and far enough inside that his fingers could reach, so I applied some to my cock and aimed the tip at his hole. I missed the first few attempts, since I couldn't see what I was doing, but he moved his hands around, gently grabbed my shaft and guided it towards his other hand which was near his ass. I managed to get the tip in, before James gasped at the sensation. His face looked to be in deep concentration, as I slowly pushed until I was about three inches in. He motioned for me to stop at this point, so I did and asked if he was ok. He said he just needed a moment so I waited with the amazing feeling of just over half of my cock being enclosed by James' warm , twitching asshole. He said he was for me to continue so I slowly pushed further, and further, until I was fully inside him with my balls resting against his skin. Fuck this felt good. "You sure you're alright?" I asked in concern, as James remained with an unmoved face, slightly wincing, but with a hint of pleasure as his eyes remained barely closed. He opened them momentarily, smiled at me and nodded. "Go on, you can move about, I'm actually starting to like it.." I gently pulled out again until just the tip remained, his anus muscles twitching with each inch I pulled out. I started the process again as I pushed back, our bodies touching again. I remained there for a second until I pulled out for the second time, this time a little quicker, which James responded to with a moan of pleasure. "Yeah this is good Denno. Keep going," Spurred on by his enjoyment, I carried on, increasing in speed each time. I lasted surprisingly long before I began to feel the unmistakable feeling of an inevitable orgasm build up. I began to pant more and my breathing became heavy. James then clung on to my back, pulling me down over him, my forehead buried into his chest as his fingers scratched and stroked at my hair. Moments more of this resulted in my cock beginning to swell, eventually shooting rope after rope of cum into James' ass and out into the towel beneath him. We were both heavily panting by this point, and I managed to find the strength to push my body up closer to James' face, so I could kiss him again, this time without the use of my tongue as I fought to get my breath back. "We... need to do... that again." I mustered out, before dropping to his side, my cock leaving a trail of cum across James' body as I moved, which we both smiled at. "I'm glad I waited." James said, looking at me with his dark, almost blackened eyes. "Me too." I replied, warmly smiling back at him. "I love you Denno." Those words again... Fuck I liked hearing that. And I don't even know how it's possible to love someone I've known for such a little time, but I do. This feels right. I tried to respond with a hint of dignity but I failed, instead, a tear rolled down my face as I smiled and said, "I love you too James."