James and Owen Get Schooled
I felt bad about how the last encounter turned out with Justin, that shit. I was mad and I stayed mad. James, of course, took it as something that just happens, although the way I had handled it seemed to cement something between us. To my amazement, he said he felt like I could protect him, that I would protect him. James, the guy who gives you the impression that he would never need, nor accept protection from anyone. Yeah, so...my James is a complicated dude, don't you think?
We came back from our end-of-summer hangout in Perth and despite how intense it had been – maybe Sam will tell you about it – we knew we had to get back to the real world.
But the coming year was stressing me out still. I had got back to Toronto to get a handle my MA thesis, and James had planned out the coming year and was working in a restaurant in downtown K. He knows I have more money than probably brains, but he doesn't hold it against me, which is pretty swell. He has never once judged Sam or I for growing up with unlimited resources. And he's not afraid to just say – when it's appropriate – you're paying for this, right?
The future was on my mind these days. I was coming into the final eight months of my MA, but James still had two years to go. I was applying for PhD's but since we were back together, it made my fucking head hurt trying to figure out what we were going to do if I was going to be some distance away. I applied at K, at Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver. I didn't want to leave the country. Fuck. I hadn't realized how complicated this might get.
So yeah, I was in Toronto and James was in K, same old. I missed him. He and Sergio were still roommates which I liked, because Sergio would totally let me know if James needed help. Because James, the fuck, probably wouldn't tell me. Well maybe he would now.
After the first week of classes, James called me and said he had been on the apps and found a guy he thought we would both like. And hopefully fucking like both of us, more importantly. His name was
Steve and judging by the picture on his profile – I mean a really meaty piece of equipment - I was all for it and him. Nice, thick, big. He had a super toned but not beefy body, dark hair, dark eyes, a little hairy. Really sexy.
I got to the hotel in K and had a talk with the person at the desk and basically booked the same room every weekend for the next eight months. That felt really nice. We could have rented an apartment, but James had already paid for residence, so it didn't make sense. Next year? Who knew?
Steve was going to meet us at a bar we didn't usually go to, a place I kind of liked. I got there a few minutes late, and James was sitting with this dude, Steve. And wow. He was gorgeous. I mean, fucking hot. James saw me and got up, giving me a nice wet kiss that I know was for Steve's benefit. I really hoped Steve enjoyed the show. I even gave James' ass nice stroke. I had to, right?
I turned to Steve and we shook hands and I was really into the way he checked me out: from head to toe. I had on my tightest, come-fuck-me jeans and I knew they worked. He was all over me. But when I sat down I could tell he was all about James as well. My James is like a magician. He can make the simplest statement seem raunchy and do it with an innocent smile on his way-cute face. He does boyish meets Satan really well. Maybe shithead Justin was intimidated by him. It actually made sense. So Steve watched him, curious and he seemed excited.
We ordered some drinks and Steve started talking. I could feel a take-charge kind of vibe which was pretty exciting.
“How long have you two been together?”
I let James answer that one. “Oh, for a long time, and then not for a long time, and now for about three months.”
Steve grinned and said, “Right. Stories to be told...or not?”
I said, sipping my drink, “Maybe if you're lucky.”
“Fair enough.” Steve looked me in the eye and I felt like he was sussing me out. “So...you guys do this before?”
I said, “Yeah. Once or twice. It's kinda new for us.”
He smiled cryptically. “I get it. I've only been with a couple once or twice myself.”
James jumped right in, “And...you liked it?”
Steve chuckled a bit. “Yeah. It was fun. That's why I'm here.”
I could tell James was about to try and make the guy squirm. He just gets this look. “So what have you liked in your one or two times with a couple?”
Steve didn't miss a beat. “I like all kinds of things. But I kind of get off on a little light domination. Nothing too formal or intense, don't sweat it. I'm no dungeon master. I just like to take charge. Are you two into that?”
I liked this guy more and more. No nonsense. Clear and to the point. I said, “Yeah, Steve. We can play that game. I like a little direction, and so does James.”
I decided to see what would happen if I slid my hand into his crotch since he was sitting right across from me. He let me and he gave me a big smile. I even unzipped his jeans and inspected his growing dick. Wow. There was a lot of meat in there.
James knew what I was doing, and said, “Don't mind him. He's a little uninhibited sometimes.”
Steve laughed and grabbed my hand firmly, but not too hard and pushed it onto his growing bulge. “I see that. Well, if you guys are into it - and it seems like you are - I'll show you what I can do with it,” and he looked into his lap, a sly grin on his face.
I laughed, taking my hand – reluctantly – back. “Oh, we're into it.” And I got up. When James got up, Steve surprised us both and grabbed James by the waist and pulled him in, putting his hands on James ass, and giving him a big, open-mouthed kiss. It was smooth and fast and unflappable. Now this guy knows what he wants and doesn't hide it.
We walked the few blocks to my hotel, not saying very much, but the tension was thick around us. When we got to the room, I poured us each a scotch from the minibar and I sat on the bed. James stood, sipping his drink, looking at Steve over the glass. Steve, for his part, walked around the room as if he was thinking about something. He stopped and put his drink down on the desk, then dug in his pocket and pulled out some long, thin, nylon cords and threw them on the bed.
“If you two like to get tied up, I'm game.”
James walked over and picked up the rope. “Yeah, I think I'd be into that. Right Owen?”
I had to agree, and I nodded. Then James got this machine running. “So Steve. Tell us what you want. I think we're in the mood to take some orders.”
Steve grinned. “I knew I was going to like you James.” He pulled off his jacket and threw it one the desk. “Well, let's see...Owen, I want you to take James' clothes off. Piece by piece. No kissing, no touching, just the clothes.”
I liked Steve even more. I walked over to James, grinning, and pulled his shirt off and admired for the millionth time, James' taut, smooth chest. I think Steve was too, because he slid his hand in his pants. Then I undid his jeans and pulled them down. James stepped out of them. His cock was already hard, the fucker, tenting out his underwear in suckable ways, which I slid off, careful not to touch his dick. Then his socks, his watch.
“James, get on the bed and extend your arms.” Steve knew what he was doing and I liked it. James complied and lay there in a Christ-like position. “Owen, tie him to the bed frame.”
While I did it, James just watched me, the slightest of smiles on his face. His cock was rock hard and I wanted to suck it so bad I could taste it. I wanted to taste it. I turned to Steve, waiting. Steve had managed to shuck his clothes while I was tying and his body was amazing. He was all hairy and fit, with a nice trail of black hair leading down. And his cock was...big. Maybe not as long as some – like Mark's or mine – but thick. And surrounded by untrimmed, dense black fur. And it curved to one side. Fuck. I wanted to get on my knees so bad...
“Get out of your clothes, Owen. I want to see you.”
I didn't waste any time. I gave him a bit of a show, peeling out of my jeans and sliding my little briefs off, standing with my cock in my hand. I stood looking at him and I imagined my cock was staring at his. He smiled at me. “Really fucking sexy, Owen.” There was a little drop of precum sitting on the end of his dick. He noticed it and said, “Get over here and lick that off.”
I thanked the gods and got on my knees and sucked the end of his prick. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he said, “I'm going to feed you my cock, Owen. I want you to take it, even if you choke. Take it all.”
I nodded and in that cock went. Deep and hot. I didn't care if I gagged. It was amazing to have that much meat in my face. He face-fucked me for a minutes then pulled my head off, but gently.
Talking to James, he said, “I'm going to do the same to you. Get that mouth ready.”
I looked at James, who seemed very serious. Steve got on the bed and, on his knees, moved over so his cock was near James' face. He sat just out of range of James' mouth, his cock rigid and that drop of precum was back. James, always the cool guy, just looked at him, waiting. Steve said, real quiet, “You want my cock?” James nodded solemnly. “How badly do you want it?”
“I want it. I want it in my fucking mouth.”
“Good. I like a guy who know what he wants.”
Steve moved a little closer so that James could have just touched his cock with his tongue. But he said, as James leaned forward, “Not yet. Are you sure you want it?”
“Yes. I'm sure.”
I knew that James' might seem annoyed, but I could tell he was totally turned on. I mean he was fucking into this. I could tell because his hips were gyrating ever so slightly. I moved a little closer to watch the fun. Steve said, “Ok. You can have it.” And he moved forward more, grabbed the back of James' head and drove his cock into his face and held it still. I could see Steve adjusting his hips and the position of his cock in James' mouth. It seemed severe, but I heard James moaning into the big dick in his mouth.
Steve turned to me. “Owen, why don't you get behind me and stick that pretty face in my ass.”
I didn't need to be asked twice. I got right in there and feasted. Steve's ass was big and hairy and my tongue went a little crazy. He smelled incongruously like some clean, natural soap but the combination was like an amazing drug. I heard his voice say, “Deeper, Owen. Go deeper.”
I obliged and spread his ass cheeks out so I could push my face in even deeper. I went for it for what seemed like an hour then he pulled his ass away from me. “I'm going to face-fuck your boyfriend now. You can watch. But don't touch.”
His voice was deep and commanding and I fuckin' loved it. I moved around and watched James take his cock. Steve was going deep and the thickness of his cock stretched James' mouth and caused him to gag a few times, but Steve didn't stop and I knew James didn't mind. In fact he loved it when I choked him with my cock, so Steve's must be sending him into space.
He hammered into James a bunch of times, but then abruptly pulled out. He looked down at James' face and gave it a stroke. Then he said, “Open your mouth.” James complied and Steve spit in it a few times. Then he kissed James really softly. “Nice boy, James. I like how you take me. Are you ready to be really taken?”
James just nodded. He was, I could tell, tripping on lust. He gets this look in his eyes, this faraway look and I fuckin' love it.
I knew that James was lubed up because before we left to meet Steve, because he wanted to be ready for anything, and we had a lot of fun lubing each other. So much so we had to do it all over again after a quick shower. In any case, I knew that James didn't need any preparation.
Steve grabbed his hips, and slid his cock a whole bunch against James' hole, and his balls, rubbing his cock up and down James' throbbing dick. Steve massaged a finger or two into his hole as if testing the quality. He said, “I see you greased yourself up. I like that. It pays to be prepared.” Then he said, “Get down there and lube me up, Owen.”
I was confused at first, then he turned to me and said, “What are you waiting for. Lube my fucking ass.”
Right. Now that was cool. He wanted me to fuck him. I dug my fingers into his furry hole and he swore and made grunting noises, moving his ass against my fingers. He finally said, “Good. Now get in there with that cock of yours. Nice and slow. I want to feel every bit of it.”
Obligingly, I moved closer to him and started to slowly fuck myself forward. I took his hips in my hand to brace myself and he pushed back onto me and there was resistance until there wasn't and suddenly I bottomed out. His body felt hot and I wanted to run my hands up his back, but I knew I had to wait for him.
“I'm going to fuck your boyfriend and I'm not going to be gentle. And you don't have to do anything, Owen, because the harder I drill James the more your cock will fuck the hell out of me. Just sit there. Got it.”
“Sure Steve. Go for it.”
“I fucking will.”
And he did. This guy was made to fuck James. I mean, I know I'm pretty good in that department, but I'm not so...hard-nosed about it. Me being a top is more of a game, but for this guy? He made it an art form. He didn't start slow, he wasn't gentle, he didn't care that much what James was feeling. Looking over Steve's shoulder, James met my eyes and we grinner at each other. This was fucking fun. Steve started and that was that. Steady and deep and not slow. Off he went, and I got to be fucked with his ass. I just knelt there, taking it, my cock being engulfed by his beautiful hole every time he pulled back from James.
This guy must have worked his hips out in the gym, because he went on and on and unlike a slow, sensual fuck that can get you there in an intense way, this kind of fuck was like being over-stimulated every few seconds and my body began to tremble very subtly, my cock began to feel almost hot, almost painful, my balls were protested and still he went on. I felt like whimpering like a little kid, I felt like biting this guy's shoulders, I felt like pulling my cock out and jerking off over his back, but the great thing about someone taking charge is all those options are unavailable. You just have to go with whatever they want. No choice makes it really fuckin' intense.
He kept going. I could tell James was getting really close because his eyes were closed even though he couldn't touch his own cock. All that repetitive fucking was getting his body going. Steve noticed this as well. “Try not to cum, James. I want you to hold it, because when I'm ready, when I'm good and ready, I want you and Owen to fucking stick your cocks in my mouth when you cum. Together. So think about how you're going to do that.”
James opened his eyes and gave Steve a look that I knew well. Approval. This guy was good. He played with who was dominant in really interesting ways. The guy on top wanted to control how the ones on the bottom made him submit to their cocks. I liked how this guy thought.
Steve's fucking continued until he turned to me and said, “I'm almost fucking there, Owen. Get over their and untie your boyfriend...” I love how he said that,“...and get ready to give me your loads.”
I slid out of him and moved over to the robes holding James to the bed. I kissed James' shoulder and watched Steve continue to fuck the hell out of him. I jacked my cock slowly, watching for the moment. When it came, Steve suddenly stopped fucking. He slid out of James and knelt down. “Come here, you two. Start jacking.”
We stood up and moved so our cocks were close to his face. “Closer. I want to feel those cocks touch my lips. Cum together and when you do, stuff them in my mouth. Don't be gentle. Can you do that for me?”
James, who had not said a word for a while, finally spoke. “Oh yes. I think we can manage that.”
Steve grinned and leaned forward, giving James a nice set of kisses, before saying, “Good boy. Because when I've taken your loads, I'm going to cum all over your ass, James, and Owen is going to clean it up. Got it?”
Such clear instructions. And really fucking hot ones. I felt my body blaze a bit more and I knew I wasn't going to last long. We moved close to Steve and we basically set the ends of our cocks on his bottom lip and went for it. I looked at James and said, “Let me know when you're ready.”
To my surprise he said, “I'm fucking ready.”
So we let loose, and at the moment James was about to blow, he said, “Ok...” so we stuck the ends of our cocks in Steve's mouth, who opened wide and our cocks exploded. Steve just kept his mouth open and took it. We painted his tongue and cum ran all over his teeth and must have drooled into his throat, but he just stayed still, looking up at us. It was wild.
When we were done he still hadn't swallowed. Then I got it. He turned to James and said, “Open your mouth.”
James must have got there before I did, because he gave a little smile and opened his mouth and Steve moved close and they kissed and I could tell Steve was feeding him all that cum. He leaned back. “Don't swallow.”
James stopped moving, his eyes bright and his cock, I noticed, was still totally hard. Steve got up and stuffed his cock in James mouth, jacking the end of it really fast and then, with a deep groan, he slid his cock out and came in big sloppy ropes all over James face. He came in Mark fucking quantities all over James. He looked down at him. “Swallow.” James did with a little moan of his own. “Owen, you know what to do.”
And I did. I licked off all that hot cum from James' face. This guy was a star. And he had nice things to do with everyone's cum which is always a treat, right?
He got down on the bed and suddenly he was all sweetness. He pulled the both of us into a hug and kissed us almost chastely a few times and rubbed our backs, massaged our asses and he lay down for a while and the three of us had a little nap.
When I got up, however, he was gone. He left a little note by the bed which said,
Really nice to hang with you two. Maybe we'll do it again some time. Steve.
James put the note down and laughed. “Really nice...that's one way of putting it.”
“Well, it was, wasn't it?”
James turned to me, pulling me into a gentle hung in the way I like. He kissed my forehead and I pulled the sheets over us as we settled down.
I was getting dozy when James said, “That's how it's supposed to go. Everyone has a good time, but there are nice surprises. And it was fun for us to be the bottoms to his top. Really fun. But...maybe next time we can be the tops.”
Always looking for something new, my James. My James. That was a nice feeling. I kissed him a few times and we settled into sleep.
Over breakfast at the Perking Lot, we talked about logistics for the coming year. Sam had bought a car and I started wondering if it was time I did. It's not like I couldn't afford it, but I hadn't felt I needed one before. But now that I was trying to see James every weekend, it seemed like a better idea.
James was looking at me over his coffee and I could tell he was thinking. I smiled at him. “What...?”
“Oh...I was just wondering...what if I transferred to U of T this year? It shouldn't be that hard, the years has hardly started. I mean, I don't care all that much which place gives me the degree. Then we could...well, you know.”
James is bad at these kind of conversations, but I could see he was trying. “You mean live together?”
“Yes.”
But then the problem was there in front of us. “But when I'm finished...what if I don't get into the PhD program in Toronto?”
I was expecting him to have not thought of that. You'd think I would know this by now. Of course he had. “Owen...if you get in somewhere else, we'll make it work. I mean...” and I could tell he was about to say something that went against his whole fucking philosophy of life, “...I would totally come with you wherever you get in.”
There was silence, just the sound of coffee cups and idle conversation around us. I said, “Really?”
“Well, yes. A PhD is a long process. I don't want to be away from you, so, ergo, I come with you.”
“Just like that?”
“What do you mean?”
I knew I had to be careful. “So you don't care that much where you get an MA, or even...”
“I don't care.”
Where is this James coming from? I was kind of amazed. I expected some sort of grandstanding about how he wasn't going to allow our relationship to interfere with his life choices and all that crap. I looked closely into his face. What I saw I knew I had to not say anything about. I saw a clear decision on his part. I saw that he was actually saying that us being together was the most important thing to him. Something had really changed. Maybe sometime he would be able to go into it, but for now just seeing this on his face was more than enough. I took his hand. “That's very cool, James.”
He smiled sweetly and drank his coffee.
