The Obdurate Avidity

Chapter Three

 

By TurtleBoy

 

 

 
            That night I found it hard to sleep, I was so excited about the possibility of James spending the night.  The possibilities in a sleep over are always endless.  The normal day to day rules don’t apply, during a sleep over anything goes.  It’s true, it’s an unwritten, unmentioned, never talked about law; that when there is a sleepover there are no rules.  I swear to god!

 
            Images of James were permanently etched into my subconscious, I couldn’t think of anything else.  How great was he?  He was beautiful, witty, smart, pro at Halo, and Sexy!  That’s a whole other word from beautiful, so I’m not repeating myself.  Recalling the sweet smell of his hair, and the wondrous feel of his silky chest.  God, I hoped he wore a similar outfit tomorrow!  I needed another chance to be able to feel the rest of him through that fabric.  It was indescribable.

 
            The next morning was bright and warm.  I cold feel the suns rays beating down on me through the window  It felt good, comforting in a way.  I slowly opened my eyes, allowing for them to adjust to the sun.  A smile formed on my face, as I still thought of the night ahead of me.  I gave a long lazy stretch, allowing my uh, past time, to stretch out as well.  The morning attention was always a challenge.  The temptation was always there, hehe literally.  But that’s okay maybe James will relieve me later, oh god I wish!

 
            I got myself into an upright position, and slipped on some socks.  From there, I cruised over to the bathroom to empty my aching bladder.  God, this bathroom was a mess, I’m going to have to give it a clean after breakfast.  I flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash my hands, and than face.  After doing so, feeling refreshed from the warm water now dripping off my chin, and reaching to get a towel.  As I dried my face, and hands, in the corner of my eye I thought I saw something near the bath tub.  I glanced over in that direction, but nothing was there.  So I shrugged it off and brought my attention back to the mirror, so I could brush my teeth.  Before I could open the medicine cabinet in behind the mirror, something caught my attention.  Something behind me.  Checking behind me, with nothing to speak of I turned back.  There, directly behind me; in the mirror.  I froze,  the room went dark, with only the glow of the object behind me.  I couldn’t make it out at first, but as I stared it became more clear.  It was the figure of what seemed to be a boy, maybe my age.  But something was off, his face was too blurry to make out.  All I could see were the eyes, which shone in crystal clarity.  They were a blood red, with a black centre in the shape of a V.  It’s stare stabbed right through your soul.  The feeling was indescribable,  my body created a chill of goose bumps through out my entire self not knowing what else to do.  The longer I was stuck in this situation, the more that became visible.  It was definitely a boy no older than sixteen, his face was pale and scarred.  Dried blood was visible in his scruffed up hair, as well as an open lesion diagonally up his neck, which oozed with thick puss and blood.  I was somehow mesmerized, his stare seemed to be holding me.  A smell began to fill my nostrils, it stunk so bad I could taste it.  The smell of wrought and decay.  As this happened he began to move towards me, I could see his arms rising and his lips part and widen.  His teeth weren’t right, they were jagged and sharp.  His fingers were long and pointed with what appeared to be claws.  I couldn’t take it, I had to get out of here!  Oh dear god I had to move.  I could feel the adrenaline begin to rush through my veins as, my body still refused to budge.  He was getting closer, ‘GOD HELP ME!!!’ I couldn’t even scream.  Only my thoughts were with me.  I managed to close my eyes, and as I did so my body regained motor function, and out of pure instinct I lunged backwards.

 
            I found myself on the floor of the bathroom.  It was wet, and steam was building on the mirror once more.  The faucet was running on full overflowing the sink.  It was seeping to the floor on top of the towel beneath the sink.  My mind was racing, and I couldn’t think clearly.  What had happened?  Did I dream it all?  I couldn’t bring myself to come to terms with what I had seen and smelt.  It wasn’t possible to smell something like that in a dream.  Or at least I didn’t think so.  I could still feel my heart beat a thousand times a minute, it felt almost as if it was going to leap right out of my chest.  Remembering that horrific odor, and the taste it left in my mouth made my stomach feel nauseous.  Oh god, I was going to throw up!  I struggled to me knees as, a raced to the toilet.  Lifting the lid and instantly feeling the burn in my throat.  Than all I could feel was relief, the coolness at my face.  I didn’t let out much more than a cups worth of fluid, than dry heaved until I could do no more.  Flushing once more, I curled up on the floor.  I couldn’t hold it back, it came from no where.  My body was so full of emotion all I could do was cry.

 
            Several minutes later, I gained the control to rise to my feet.  I turned off the tap, and soaked as much of the water up as I could with the soaking towel, than went to the hall where there was a mop and bucket.  After cleaning everything up, I wrung out the towel, and threw it down the laundry chute.  I splashed my face with cold water this time, to remove any visible signs of tears.  Than, I returned to my room to get dressed.  I threw on a pair of plain black sweats and a red t-shirt, followed by a dry pair of socks.  In the attempt to bury the thoughts of what had happened just moments ago, I decided it best to just go for some breakfast and think of James.  That should do it, I hope.

 
            Moments later, downstairs in the kitchen.  I had gotten out a bowl and filled it with a mound of Count Chocula, and drenched it in milk.  I sat at the kitchen table in silence, as my mom soundly tidied up randomly around the kitchen.  My Dad had gone out for a day of golf with his new boss.  I thought it strange seeing as my Dad had never really liked golf.  But I guess he was at the boss’s pet stage, at the moment.  My cereal was getting soggy, and my milk was completely chocolate now.  My attempts to drown out the images in my head were easier said than done.  The boy’s face taunted me.  It wasn’t the teeth, blood, or even the claws.  It was the actual face.  What had happened to that boy?  Was he a ghost, some kind of monster?  Was he even real, or was he a figment of my overactive imagination.  The face seemed so tormented.  Like he wasn’t there to hurt me so much as tell me something.  Ghosts couldn’t hurt you anyway, at least I hope that part of what my parents told me was true.  Maybe it was my imagination, it could be possible for me to have been so excited about tonight that I didn’t sleep as well as I should have.  Therefore leaving me half asleep, and my subconscious cooked it up for my enjoyment.

 
“Adrian?”

 
“Huh?? Oh, yea Mom?”  I was forced out of my thoughts; probably for the better.

 
“You alright there Hun?” Her face seemed  troubled, and anxious for a real answer.

 
“Yup, I guess I didn’t sleep to well last night.  Still getting used to the noises here.” I faked a smile in her favor.

 
“Yea, this place does make strange noises at night.  But I find the noises outside to be more distracting.  Those damn wolves scare me to death.”


“I find the fact that there are wolves so close to our back yard to be awesome!  I love hearing the howling.”  I said smiling at her.

 
“Well, you’re warped.  It’s still creepy.”

 
“If you think about it, wouldn’t you be more afraid if you couldn’t hear them?  You know that they are out there, and at least if you hear them howling you know where they are.”  I was proud of that analysis.

 
“You bring a good point.  I guess I’ll adjust eventually.”

 
“Oh by the way, do you think it would be cool if James spent the night tonight?”

 
“I’m not sure how cool it would be.  But I think it’s a good idea.  Your anti-socialism has to end sometime.  It’s just weird seeing you cooped up in the house all the time.”

 
“Sweet! Thanks Mom!”

 
“It’s Cool.” She smiled, trying not to giggle actually. “So, when is he coming by? Will he be here for supper?”

 
“I don’t know yet, I’m supposed to go over there around 2 to see what his parents said.”

 
“Ok, just let me know when you find out.  That way I can set an extra plate for dinner or something.”

 
“Sure thing Mom.”  I agreed, and continued to eat my ripened breakfast.


            Time had seemed to go by so slow that day.  I really should have tried to sleep in.  Waking up at 9a.m. on a Saturday should be illegal.  I think it’s actually against every teenage code everywhere.  But by the time 2 came, I was in a panic.  I wasn’t sure if I should have showered first, or if I should wait until later so I smelt fresh, or if I should change.  Crap, it’s almost two, I should have thought about this stuff a lot earlier.  Screw it, I’ll just go as is.  So I slid on my shoes and headed across the yard towards James house.  As I approached the house, I found myself in yet another predicament.  Is it rude to knock on the back door?  Should I go around to the front?  Crap, why was this bothering me!

 
“Hi Adrian!”  I heard from beside me, when I turned my head to look there was James walking towards me from the ditch that separated our yards.  Thank god, I was in the midst of a panic attack.


“Hey James!  What’s the verdict?”  I asked happily, while looking at James who was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

 
“They said it’s alright as long as your parents were cool with it.”

 
“Yup, my moms definitely Cool with it.” I grinned to myself.

 
“Score!  So what do you want to do later?”  He asked looking as excited as I was attempting to hide.

 
“I dunno, what do you like to do?”

 
“Well that’s not fair!  I kinda asked you first!”  he giggled.

 
“Ummmmm, how about we just rough it and see what happens?”

 
“Agreed, it’s probably for the better, plans never work out as…… well planned.”

 
“Haha, that is so true.  When I lived back in Toronto; I had been planning out this awesome day with a friend.  We were SUPPOSED to hop a bus downtown and chill outside the MuchMusic building where Usher was being interviewed and after going to have an outdoor mini concert for free.  Than we were meant to hop a bus down to Angelo’s for some amazing eats followed by a movie.  But instead, we hopped a bus got lost on the way, ended up on the opposite side of Toronto where I lost my wallet.  Which also had my friend Pete’s cash in it too, so we were both screwed.  So we walked three or four miles until we finally found someone that would give us a quarter so we can call my Dad to bring us home.  We didn’t get back until 11:30 that night, and my Dad didn’t trust me to go anywhere by myself for a month.  It sucked.”

 
“To make a long story short, you’re a moron…”  James was smiling, while backing up slowly.

 
“Excuse me?  You didn’t just say what I think you said!”

 
“And if I did?”

 
“Than you better back up a little faster than you already are!”  I smiled at him, as he turned to run.


“MORON!!!!!”  He giggled as he leaped across the ditch.  I mimicked his steps until ready to make my move.  I think he caught on to my strategy, because he was zig-zagging everywhere which made it near impossible to jump at him.  Eventually; as we were approaching the ditch once more, I found my opportunity and went for it.  I threw myself towards him.  Little did I realize he zagged instead of the zig I was expecting.  Which in turn mad me head-over-hill down into the ditch which was filled several inches with cold disgusting water.  I could feel my clothes become wet as the splash of dirty water contributed to my embarrassment.  Than I heard James; well the psychotic cackle  that blared out of James, like a nitrous induced hyena at a Steven Lynch Concert.

 
“Shut up!”  I begged, trying to hold back the laughter myself.

 
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Oh my God!!! Are you….. HAHAHAHAhahahehehe Okay?” I could hear the sincerity in his voice…… honest.


“Yea I’m fine, just broke my pride.  And maybe my tailbone.” I giggled.

 
“Hehehe, I’m sorry, but you should have seen your face! Wow, it was a Kodak moment.”

 
“I’ll give you a Kodak moment!!” I said as I attempted to pull him down with me.  Unfortunately, he must have seen me coming, cause he jumped back a moment before my hand could grasp him.

 
“Nice try!  You’re going to have to be quicker than that to catch me.  And now that you’re soaked, it might be even harder.”  He giggled some more.


“Crap, well…. Now I’m going to have to go and get cleaned up.”  I slowly climbed to my feet as I attempted not to get my shoes soaked as well.  However, once I was in an upright position, the water just dripped off of my pants and down my ankles.

 
“Don’t worry, the dirty ditch water looks good on you! It adds to your complexion!”

 
“Awe, aren’t you sweet.” I returned attempting to climb out of the ditch now 20lbs heavier.

 
“Why thank-you!  Oh, and nice undies by the way!” He giggled.  I looked back, James face was red, and I looked down noticing my sweats had slid a third of the way down.

 
“Why thanks for noticing!”  I smiled, while pulling my pants back up and holding them there.

 
“So, should I call on you after?” James asked standing on the other side of the ditch.

 
“For what?  You can come if you like, my mom wont mind.”

 
“Oh.  I thought you were going to take a shower or something.”

 
“Darn I guess that would be a good idea wouldn’t it hehe.” I laughed.  “So you gonna come and chill for a few or what?”

 
“I think I best use this time to get a shower myself and get a few things together before coming over.”

 
“Alright, that makes sense.  Oh, my mom wanted to know if you were going to join us for supper.”

 
“Oh, ummm, I don’t think so, my moms having my aunt over for supper, and she wanted to see me, but it wont take long I promise.  I should be free by 6 at the latest.”


“Sure, sounds good!  Just come on down anytime you’re ready, I’ll be there.”

 
“Alright, see yea later Adrian!”

 
“Later James!”  I waved to him, than waddled the rest of the way to the house.

 
            The very second I got inside the door, my mom broke out into giggles.  She made me stand at the back door until she got me a towel to put around me, so I didn’t drip all over the house.


“Now don’t dry off with that towel, it could have parasites or something on it.  Just throw it down the chute and grab a clean one.” She demanded.

 
“Alright Mom.”

 
“Wait what are you doing!?” She asked, a lot louder than I would have expected, “Take off those clothes first, they are soaking the floor!”  I hated it when my mom went into super freak mode.

 
“Geeze mom it’s only water.”

 
“It’s filthy water, and I don’t want it all over the carpets.” She insisted.

 
“Well….. Turn around for a minute than.”  She stopped for a moment, gave me a look, and finally went into the other room.

 
“Just put them on the matt by the door, I’ll grab them once your upstairs.”

 
            With that, I peeled off all of my wet clothes and slopped them onto the shoe matt.  I than quickly wrapped the towel around my waste once I remembered all the windows in the kitchen.  “Okay Mom I’m done.” I told her as I crept up to the bathroom.

 
            Once I got up there, I immediately dropped the towel into the chute and closed the hatch.  I than closed my attention to the bathroom.  This must be the moment of truth.  I stood near the entrance of the bathroom, as I cautiously peered in.  Giving a thorough investigation of everything in site.  It seemed okay, nothing out of place, the taps weren’t running, the floor wasn’t soaked.  But most importantly no bleeding monster teen standing inside awaiting my presence.  Maybe it was my imagination.  Finally I had summoned enough courage to enter the room.  Why couldn’t this have happened in one of the spare room?  I never go in those, and why did it have to be the bathroom which I loved?

 
            I was already nude, so there was only one thing to do; I slid open the shower door and turned on the water.  Once I approved it was the right temperature I stepped inside and slid the door shut.  The water felt soooo good.  Even better than it has before.  Something about falling into a dirty disgusting, freezing puddle of water that makes you appreciate a nice hot shower.  Not to mention the second shower head was tickling me in all the right places.  I lathered up my hair with some shampoo,  this was the hardest part for me.  Attempting to wash my hair properly was nearly impossible, sometimes I would have to turn the water off completely in order for me to work the shampoo in before the water washed it away.  That’s not easy to do when water is coming down in all directions.  Washing the rest doesn’t seem to be much of a problem, soap rinse.  See that was easy, no working it in, no massaging into anything.  Well…. I don’t have to, hehe.  After finishing the repeating parts, I rinsed on last time and turned off the water.  Wow, I felt very relaxed, and fresh.  Mmmmm, showers are the best, and there’s room for two! Moving right along….

 
            I dried myself off and combed my hair.  Returning to my bedroom, and dropping my towel to the floor.  I didn’t feel like getting dressed yet, I was too relaxed, and too comfortable.  I flopped my lazy self on top of my bed, gazing off into nothingness.  I aloud my mind to wonder, and my muscles to relax.

 

“Adrian!”  Crap…..

 
“Yea Mom!!”  Why does she always have to do that?

 
“Is your friend coming for dinner?”

 
“No, He’s having company over! He’ll be here around 6 he said!!!”

 
“Alright!  Now come down for supper!!!” she finished.  I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at that one.

 
“Just a Minnnnuuuttte!!!!”  I replied with just a hint of sarcasm.  Feeling a little disappointed that I couldn’t veg out in the nude, I picked myself up off the bed and walked to the dresser.  Enjoying my final moments in a simple paradise.


            This is where it got tricky, what to wear?  Usually anything would do, however, tonight I wanted James to notice me.  I wanted something that would compliment my natural curves.  I wasn’t a fan of snug clothes, nor too attached to overly baggy.  Something in between, socks, well who cares, so I threw over a pair to my bed.  Now, lets see.  Casual, yet luring.  But in no way can it be an obvious effort.  Aha! I pulled down a pair of jeans from a hanger, they were a blue sketchy looking, yet light weight jeans.  Semi-loose around the waste, and hung nice and even all the way to my feet.  The perfect pair, thin material without any clinging, yet allowed for a nice subtle view in the right areas.  Now the shirt.  Something non intrusive, besides white(I wore that yesterday).  Grey was ugly, crap this was hard.  Hmmm, wait a second there it is! It’s perfect!  A nice loose fitting navy blue t-shirt, this will bring attention to my eyes, without being distracting.  Well at least I hope.  Now, some undies.  This wasn’t so hard, as the chances of him seeing me like that were slim, so I threw on a pair of black FTL cotton boxers.  Voila, that wasn’t so hard.

 
            I headed on down the stairs, and into the dining room which everyone so loved.  Sitting down next to where my dad usually sits.  “Hey Ma, where’s Dad?”

 
“He’s still golfing with Mr. Harris.  I don’t think he’ll be home for a few more hours.  He called an hour ago to say he was going to go for a couple of drinks after.”  She explained.

 
“Oh wow, he’s really going the whole nine yards with this one huh.”  If you knew my dad, you would know how he hated playing golf, and he hated socializing with people superior to him.  Back home, he had his own small business, which he sold to come here.  He was a General Contractor by the way.  Geeze, I always forget the important details.


“Yea, well I think he’s finding the transition here a little hard to adjust to.”  She explained coming in with a small sized casserole and placing it in the centre of the table.

 
“I can see that, it’s not everyday you do a major career change like this.”

 
“It’s not that different.  Instead of building a house he’s designing it.  He worked so hard for his degree, I hope this works out for him.”

 
“Are you kidding?  He’s amazing at stuff like that!  Remember that tree house he built me?  I’m going to miss that thing.”  I smiled


“You hadn’t played in that for two years before we moved here, and designing a house is a little more complex than designing a tree house.” She explained the obvious.

 
            She served up some of the casserole and I dug in.  The rest of the meal time was pretty much done in silence, as I become sick of being told how rude it is to talk with your mouth full.  And speaking in between fork fulls seemed to be a waste of time.  Very shortly after, I was done my dinner and placing my dishes into the sink.

 
“Hey Mom, I’ll be upstairs tidying up a little, can you tell call me when James gets here?”  I asked.

 
“You’re going to have to listen for yourself.  I’m going to head out to town to find some curtains for the house.”  She replied in a freakishly cheery tone.

 
“Alright, ermmm, have fun!”  I called out as I climbed the stairs to the second floor.  Yuck, better her than me. That seemed to be one of the most boring outings I could think of.

 
            Standing in the centre room, or the den, but what ever.  I took in every little box and suitcase possible.  Fortunately there weren’t that many anymore.  Pondering the quickest and easiest way to do it.  Hmmm, I know.  I opened a door to an empty room and grabbed a box.  It’s a temporary fix, but at least it wont look cluttered up here anymore.  I threw all the boxes that were(in my opinion) unimportant inside, and closed the door.  Damn I’m good!  Back inside my room, there was only a few boxes of nic-nacs to avoid, so I just slid them under the bed.  Wow that’s much better and it only took fifteen minutes.  I ended up turning on my t.v and playing some Need for Speed.

 
            Just as the game started, I heard my mom finally leave.  I guess she was taking measurements or something.  I hope to god she comes back with something other than flowery frilly lace crap.  I may be gay, but well, that’s just not my thing.  As I embarked upon a few laps in a circuit race, I noticed my mind to be elsewhere.  My eyes kept flickering towards the clock, it was now 6:03p.m.  I know, that’s not exactly late, James did say around 6, but come on I’m dying here.  I put up with the game for another two race’s than had to do something else, I can’t seem to concentrate when I’m waiting for something.  So, I got up to go pee.  Once I finished my business, and flushed I might add.  I stood in front of the mirror, to combed my hair.  I don’t usually fuss over my hair, but today was different, for me a very special occasion.  Just as I put the comb to my scalp…


****DINGGGG DONGGGG****

 
“YES!” I said out loud in excitement, putting the comb down and running down the stairs.  Swung open the front door, and to my surprise no one was there.  What the….

 
****DING DING DONGGGG****

 
            Rang a double ding, hmmmm.  I hadn’t realized the back door had a door bell too.  I closed the front door and locked it, and ran to the back door.  There standing on the other side was James, with a big smile on his face and a backpack on his shoulder.

 
“Hi! Come in!”  I opened the door and moved to the side, I was looking towards the floor in an attempt to not let him see how excited I must have looked.


“Thanks, I was beginning to think no one was home.  I saw your mom pull out a while ago, so when I came to the door and no one was answering, honestly I got kind of scared.”

 
“Scared?  Why would you be scared?”

 
“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”  He explained looking embarrassed.

 
“Na, how could I forget you?  Your too darn….” I stopped myself, “ermm, fun.  Besides, I was upstairs, when I heard the door, I went to the front hehehe.”  Well that was kind of awkward.  Hopefully he excused my pause as an accident instead of what it almost was.

 
“Oh, haha, that’s weird.  I wasn’t sure if I should go to the back or the front.  Fortunately my laziness helped me decide, and I appeared at the closest door.”


“Heh, that’s strange, I was going through the same thing earlier at your place.  But than I was saved by you coming from beside me.  Let’s agree that any door is fine.”

 
“Fine by me! Ummm, I mean agreed.”  God he was cute.

 
“So, you think of anything fun to do?”  I asked hoping he had.

 
“Not really, I brought a couple of horror flicks for later.  But I wasn’t sure which movies you had seen, so I ended up bringing closer to ten.  Just to increase my chances.”

 
“Sweet, we can have an all night marathon!”  I returned, hoping to have the privilege of staying by his side all night and getting to know him.

 
“Only if you think you can handle it.  I took you as more of a wimp.”  He teased, holding back his smirk.

 
“I am so not a wimp.  Did you not see that barrel role into the ditch earlier?  I mean really, to have that happen and than end up in a mucky puddle, and to have my pride chattered to hell proves that I am not a wimp.  If solely for the fact that I didn’t run home crying.”  I defended what was left of my pride with flying colors, well so I thought.

 
“Was it not you that whined at me to shut up?  Was it not you that waddled back home after?  A real man would have toughed it out.”

 
“Nice try, but it just isn’t going to fly with me.”  I grinned in his direction. “So you bring anything else fun inside that thing on your back?”

 
“Uh, not really.  I couldn’t bring video games because you have xbox and I don’t, and I didn’t really no much about what you liked, so well, I just brought the movies, some microwave popcorn, ummm, a change of clothes and my p.j’s”

 
“Oh, well fine.  Guess we’ll just have to scrounge by with what ever we can dig up.  Horror flicks are only fun once the suns gone to bed.”  Wait back it up, he brought p.j’s, I know that’s normal, but, that means I might be able to watch him change! Mmmmm, well unless he’s shy.

 
“There is such a thing as curtains you know.” He attempted some sarcasm.

 
“You know that’s not the same, besides, my mom’s gone out to get new ones for some reason, and she threw out my old ones.”  I explained to James.

 
“What was wrong with the old ones?” He pondered.


“Probably nothing, either they didn’t match the paint or something stupid like that, or she just got board and felt like shopping for something that would keep her distracted for a while.”

 
“She does know she’ll never find anything decent here.  If you want anything good you have to drive up to an actual city, I think the closest one I saw was Red Dear, and that’s still quite a ways out.”

 
“Heh, maybe that means she’ll be gone for a while.”  I grinned at him.  “So, what do you say we actually come inside and go upstairs?”

 
“Sounds good to me.” James agreed, as he moved away from the door and took off his shoes.

 
“Yea wanna drink or something?”  I asked, being the polite little host that I am.

 
“Sure, whatcha got?”

 
“Ummm,” I opened the fridge. “Fruit Punch, Orange juice, Milk, uh… coke, rootbeer, cream soda.  Oh and Orange pop.”


“Hmmmmmm, well, I think I feel like a cream soda.” He answered.  I fished it out and handed him the can, and than grabbed myself a rootbeer.

 
            We than headed upstairs towards my room.  “Wow, you cleaned this place up pretty good.” James commented.

 
“Nah, I just threw everything into an empty room to create the illusion.”  I stated, than followed with a giggle.

 
“Sounds like something I would do! Good job, you make me proud.”

 
“Thanks, I think.”

 
            James placed his bag on the floor at the end of my bed, and sat down next to me.  He was wearing a black t-shirt with a small white stenciled dragon in the middle of it, directly in the middle of his chest.  He also wore blue jean shorts, which would hang nicely against his body.  The part I was particularly please with was the legs of the shorts were nice and wide.  Hehehe, I’m so dirty sometimes.  Bad Adrian bad!

 
“What should we do while the sun is still up?” questioned James.

 
“Well, either we play some Halo or some other video game, or ummmm, we could play a board game, ummm, or we could uh… I’m stumped, you got any idea’s?”

 
“Uh, we could always go for a strut threw the town.  I could show you all the cool places to hang out.”


“Really?  I didn’t know there were any cool places in town.”  I joked.

 
“Sure but the coolest place would be right here.” He returned.  His remark caught me by surprise, my stomach got a strange warm feeling as if I had eaten some magic pops, and washed it down with a pop.  I think my face went red too.  James was smiling at me, also with a blushy face.


“You better believe it!” I managed to return, well finally. “But that’s a good idea! Lets go!”

 
“Really?  Uh yea sure, okay.”  He got to his feet and followed me once more to the back door where his and my shoes were.  I than left my mom a note just in case, and we left.

 
            After about five minutes we actually made it to the main town.  Our houses were on the outskirts apparently.  The town didn’t seem that small once you were actually in it.  There were a few decent looking stores.  Fortunately there was a video store.  It was definitely no Blockbuster, but it was good enough for me.  Down the street a bit was the elementary school which doubled as a daycare.  James also pointed out the Police Station, which according to him was just a waste of space.  The town had two Officers, they apparently weren’t even real cops.  I guess that’s why the building wasn’t marked Police Station.  He said they were mainly there to scare the kids and keep them from cutting class.  The town didn’t have a town hall, apparently, any town meetings were held in the High School.  There was a mayor, but the mayor was also the towns real estate agent.  Which seemed incredibly messed up to me.  He also pointed out a reason why a lot of the people here may not like me too much.  My Dad, is the one that was hired to build more houses in the town, which wasn’t in much favor to most of the towns people.

 
            But besides all the stores and the messed up people living in the town.  James began to explain to me something that caught my attention, and even made loads of sense.  He explained how he wasn’t sure how accurate his version of the story was, and not to quote him on anything.  Apparently, before the town had existed, there was only a single building.  A sanctuary of sorts.  Inside lived five men who had settled here in the early 1900’s,   they were monk’s which had been banished from there homeland in Ireland.  The reason for this was, they were accused of tampering with the dark forces.  Better known as Black Magic.  After being exiled and than resettled here, they were now in solitude, and able to truly practice the evil power which beckoned their soles.  Within several years, the town was littered with similar people who had come to learn the ways of the monk’s new found power.  They had made sacrifice’s, tortured and some even experimented with unwilling travelers.  After twenty years, the Sanctuary had grown into a massive cult.  The Five Monk’s had become master’s of there trade, which only raised attention from the outside.  In fear of their demise they had summoned the power to plague their own people.  The plague spread fast mutating everyone in its path into demons straight from hell.  The end result was a clash of 5 different beasts.  The Lycan, The Vampire, The Belial, The Spectres, and The Revlik.

 
            The Vampire was easy, Lycan  is a werewolf, The Belial was some form of fire demon from hell, Spectres which interested me; were a form of spirit which by the way can’t harm you!  Finally there were the Revlik, a species ascended from the reptile, which possessed the ability to change it’s appearance.  A form of shapeshifter, which was the failure of the Monk’s.  The Revlik refused to do the Monk’s biddings and left the Sanctuary, no one has seen them since.  The Beasts were born threw the soul of it’s creator, which spawned the five different demons.  They were summoned to defend the Monk’s. How ever, the Beasts despised each other, which in turn led to their demise.  No one knows for sure what happened to the Beasts, or if they truly believe the myth.  But regardless of their feelings, there is no doubt that something is off in Oakpoint.

 
            I wasn’t sure how much of the story I believed, but the Spectres part intrigued me.  At some point I was going to go to the Oakpoint library and check out the records, and town history with James.  He said after looking though some of the things they have in there, I would definitely believe him.  So we were going to make a point to head to the library after school on Monday.

 
            We had walked around the town a couple of times now, and I had renamed Oakpoint the smallest town ever, once again.  By the time we walked past the Police Station for the third time I realized the sun was almost gone.  Which meant that it must be around 10p.m.  Both of my parents should be home by now, and the note I left said we would only be gone until 8pm.

 

“You want to head back now?”  I asked James.

 
“Yea sure, it seems to be getting pretty late huh.”  He seemed to have just noticed too.

 
“So tell the truth, how much of that story do you really believe?”  I wondered.

 
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if it was real.  I mean, in the past year that I’ve been here some really strange things have happened.  All the other people just seem to pretend like nothing has happened.”

 
“Really?  What’s happened?”

 
“Well, I’m not sure if you have noticed but there are a lot of missing persons posted up on the town bulletin.  Most the time it’s people who are just passing threw, but every now and than, one of the towns people go missing.  But that’s not even the weird thing.  No one seems effected by this.  Everyone just pretends it hasn’t happened.  Not even the so called Police bother to investigate.  Than there’s the things that happen in your own house.  Things disappearing, water running, crying threw the halls late at night.  All sorts of weird things like that.  Oh, this one time; I had ran myself a bath, and left to go get a towel, when I came back in the tub was filled with blood!  And inside I could a boy face down floating in it.”

 
“Holy Crap what did you do?”

 
“What any sensible person would do, I ran out of there screaming.  My parents thought I was just playing some kind of trick. But believe me eventually you’ll see something too.”

 
“Actually, I think I already have.  This morning I was in the bathroom, when out of no where, this boy was standing behind me.  He looked like he was our age, but his eyes were red and looked like a snakes eyes were.  He had sharp teeth, and claws on his fingers, and he was bleeding from this huge gash on his neck.  But the weirdest thing was, I wanted to run, but I couldn’t for some reason.  It wasn’t until its arms almost grabbed me that I was able to move.”

 
“No freaken way!  That’s awesome dude!  It sounds like a lycan but it can’t be because it was definitely a spectre.  That’s why you could move just before it could touch you, because Spectres can’t harm you physically, they can only make you believe they are dangerous.”

 
“Either way, it still scared me senseless.  But up until now, I just figured it was a dream or something.  I’m not sure if I should thank you or beat you.”  I said jokingly.

 
            We than arrived back to my place.  My parents were in fact back home, and I could see my mom in one of the upstairs bedrooms hanging up some curtains.  We entered threw the front door, and removed our shoes.  I than locked the door behind us.

 
“Mom, Dad, We’re home!!!”  I called out, to announce our arrival.

 
“Hi boys!  Adrian, I hung up some new Curtains in your room, I hope it’s ok!!!”  called out my mom from upstairs.  She must have still been in an empty room, because her voice was echoing.

 
“It’s cool mom!”  I replied. “Where’s Dad?!!”

 
“He’s in bed already!!  He ended up having a few too many, I had to take a cab to the bar and drive him back home.”  She was now coming down the stairs.

 
“Hahaha, that’s so weird, my Dad got drunk.”  I had to say it, my Dad never gets drunk.  I mean, he’ll have a beer or a glass of wine from time to time, but he never gets drunk.

 
“And I don’t think he’s going to do it again.  He spent twenty minutes in the bathroom before going to bed.  I wouldn’t recommend going in there for a while, it stinks of scotch and fast food.”  Her face cringed at the thought of cleaning in there.

 

“That’s charming mom, thanks.  Anyway, we are gonna get a drink than go watch some movies up in my room.”

 
“Alright Hun, just try not to spill on the new rug up there.”

 
“Yea mom, I know.”  I rolled my eyes towards James, who was standing idly near the stairs.  “You want a drink James?”

 
“Sure, ermmm, I’ll go for an Orange pop this time.”

 
“Cool, just a sec.”  I ran to the kitchen grabbed a couple of cans, than we returned to my room.

 
“So what movie do you want to watch?”  Asked James pulling out his small library of DVD’s and handing them to me.  “I’m cool with any so it’s your choice.”  He added.

 
“Hrmmm.  I think we should start with a good old fashioned Freddy Krueger!”  I decided, handing him the Dvd.  It was the first one, and I couldn’t quite remember much about it.  But the first part of any epic movie is usually the best.

 
“Oh wow, I don’t remember the last time I watched this one.”  He said as he took out the Dvd and handed it back to me to put into the player.

 
“Me neither, Maybe we should get some munchies or something first.”  I suggested, feeling a small rumble in my tummy.

 
“Awe, that sounds good!  Oh yea I brought some popcorn!”

 
“I think I have some chips or something downstairs, lets go spelunking.”

 
            With that said, we both got up and headed back down the stairs to find some snacks.  James brought his popcorn, and I pointed out the microwave to him and he threw it in.  I cruised through every last cupboard possible, followed by the fridge.  The end result was a bag of popcorn, a row of chocolate chunk cookies, small bowl of pretzels, and an entire bag of Nacho Doritos.  We carried everything up to my room, than I decided we might need another drink to wash this stuff down.  So I once again ran and got a couple cokes, and a couple cream soda’s.  Finally we were good to go.

 
            I turned on the movie, and sat down next to James on the floor while we leaned up against the side of the bed.  About forty-five minutes in, I began to realize how far we have progressed in the special effects department.  Although not bad at all, nothing beats the horror of A Nightmare on Elm Street.  I remember when I was younger, going to bed after watching this was the worst.  The feeling of something being under your bed, and if not there, than it will definitely be in your dreams.  It was the best.

 
            James was pretty quiet, he didn’t seem to interested in the movie at all.  He would just slowly munch on a piece of popcorn, or laugh at me when I jumped at anything.  I think he lied, he must have had this movie memorized.  There wasn’t any point of turning it off now, it would be over in twenty minutes.  I just wished I had noticed that he wasn’t enjoying the movie as much as me a little sooner.

 
            Once the movie ended, I got up and took it out putting it back into the case.  “Still a classic!  So, I picked the last one, it’s your turn to pick one.  And make it really scary!  And maybe one that you haven’t seen 300 times.”  I suggested with a smile.

 

“Was it that obvious?  Hehe, well lets see…..  Aha, how about The Grudge?”

 
“Cool!  I don’t think I saw that one yet.”  I remarked, and sadly I wasn’t making it up.

 
“Sweet, than your gonna crap your pants!”

 
“Nah.  But I do need to go pee.”  I said as I opened the bedroom door to use the washroom.


“Sounds like a good idea.  I’ll put in the other movie while you’re in there.”

 
“Alright, I wont be long…. Well maybe.”  I added.

 
            I ran to the bathroom quickly, while James put in the new Dvd.  Made sure I didn’t pee on the toilet rim or on the floor, than flushed and ran back to the room.  Now it was James turn.  While he was gone, I went over to my dresser to get out some pajama’s.  I wasn’t much of a pajama top kinda person, but the bottoms were comfy as long as they were loose.  I selected a nice thin white cotton pair.  I than proceeded to take off my shirt.

 
“That’s a good idea!” James said, “We’ll be nice and comfy for the next movie.”  James than headed towards his bag and fished out a pair of pajama shorts.


            He took off his shirt, and sat down to remove his socks.  My mind was racing, and I seemed to have a lack of breath.  My chest was pounding, and I could feel my midsection begin to swell.  His chest was indescribably smooth looking.  It had a nice olive tan and the cutest little nipples I’d ever seen.  God I had to stop, or the next few seconds could get really embarrassing.  I ended up, forcing myself to turn away for just a moment.  I quickly slid off my pants and reached to grab for my pajamas, unfortunately they were behind me some how.  So I hunched over to pick them up while slowly turning around.  As I did so, I noticed James stand up in front of me over by the bed.  He than dropped his pants in front of me.  My heart must have done a cart wheel or something, because, I was forced to gasp out loud.  He didn’t seem to pay much attention to it thank god.  My mind was racing, there he was with his perfect little body standing in front of me in nothing but his dark green boxer briefs.  I could see the outline of his ermm, private area, which didn’t help me much.  Mmm, it was a large looking curve which was plumped out nicely in the front.  I looked up near the waste band of his underwear, and the small almost invisible hairs leading from his adorable belly button right down underneath the garment.  And for some reason the only thing I could think of at that point was ‘Lucky hairs.’  I mean really?  Who gets jealous over a few hairs.  I’m truly pathetic.  He than turned around to pick up his shorts, which were(YAY) a silky looking material. AHHHHH what a perfect bubble butt!!!  I’m screwed if I have to stand up straight however.  When he lifted his right leg to slide into his pajama shorts, I realized I better get a move on, I mean I did start before him; don’t want to look suspicious or anything.  So I quickly jumped into my pajama’s and quickly turned around to adjust myself.

 
“You good to go?” I heard James ask.

 
“Yup.”  I said turning around and going back to my original spot on the floor.  Noticing James had a smile on his face.  “What’s funny?”  I asked him.

 
“Nothing, it’s just your pj’s are inside out, that’s all.”  He giggled litely.

 
“Crap!”  I said, hesitating before standing up.  I than figured it was down enough to stand up in front of him, with a good chance he would over look any sizable oddities.  So I climbed to my feet, dropping my pj’s and stepped out of them.  I than put them the right side out, and stepped back into them and pulled them on.  Taking my seat back on the floor next to James.

 
“Is that better?”  I asked with a grin.

 
“Yup.”  He said with a red face.  This seemed kind of odd to me, but I let it slide.

 
            With that, we started up the next movie.  I wasn’t too sure how much of the movie I was going to be able to see with this new distraction next to me though.  The first 10 minutes or so were pretty boring, but after that it appeared to pick up in pace.  Maybe I was wrong, this movies pretty good.  I wasn’t sure how long it had been; My hand was on the floor next to me, when I felt something tickle the side of one of my fingers.  I glanced down to find that it was James hand.  At first I didn’t think anything of it, but shortly after, I noticed it was closer than before, and his pointer finger was resting over my pinky.  My throat felt dry all of a sudden and everything seemed to slow down, so with out thinking, and regretting it instantly after, I reached over for me drink breaking our contact.  ‘Crap! I’m such and idiot!’  I peered back down, James had moved his hand back to his side.  Damn it, how can I fix this?  I thought for a moment, than came up with something.  It wasn’t much but it was worth a go.  Putting down my drink on the other side of me, I reached past him and grabbed a cookie.  Than while doing so, I scooted myself closer to him so I was now no more than 6 inches away from him.  I than gave it a few moments, and put my hand back down next to me.  From there, I went back to watching the movie.  I must have gotten into it again, because when I heard the eerie groaning noise, and than saw something pass the screen mixed with the special effects noises, I jumped back, and grabbed hold of James shoulder while turning my head and closing my eyes.  James gave a great bellied chuckle at me, and once I realized what I did began to laugh myself.  After calming down, and bringing my attention back to the movie, I felt warmth over my hand.  When I looked down, it was James hand!  Right over top of mine.  I felt that same warm feeling spread from my belly, and throbbed throughout my chest.  I glanced over at James, who was watching the movie with a small smile on his face.  Which intern made me smile, as my face flushed to a glowing red.  I attempted to calm my self without any success, but I didn’t really care.  We sat and watched the movie from there, the only movement made was when I stretched out my fingers subtly in an attempt not to scare off James touch.  Only to have him wrap his fingers in between mine.  This was definitely no mistake, we were holding hands!  He had to be aware of it for sure now.  He wanted to hold my hand!  The emotions I was feeling was like no other I had felt before.  I wanted to jump and giggle in celebration, but dared not move, in fear of losing this moment forever.  Instead I found myself sneaking glances towards James.  This was only countered by him looking over at me during one of my quick peeks. Our eyes met only briefly, causing both of us giggle to each other shyly.

 
            Before we knew it the movie was over, but neither one of us wanted to get up and switch movies.  I guess we both feared the worst in breaking our hold on one another.  But soon the credits were over, and we had watched the main menu run its course three times over.  So I decided to take move.  I quickly got up and leaped to the Dvd player, took out the movie, than picked up another and tossed it in.  After closing the tray, I anxiously bounced back and sat back down directly next to James.  This time with close to no room to separate us.  I hit play on the remote, and casually returned my hand to James who instantly accepted my grasp.  This time around our hands were palm to palm, and our fore-arms crossed and rested on the others lap.  “So what movie did you put in?”  James asked.

 
“Damned if I know, I just kind of chucked it in.”  I explained with a giggle.

 
“Oh, hehe, I love that one.” James joked.


            The movie ended up being 28 days later, which wasn’t bad at all.  But even if the movie sucked, I highly doubt I would care at the moment.  This was so awesome, not a word passed about us holding hands, it was just accepted.  We didn’t feel the need to say stuff to ruin the moment like ‘Yay! You’re Gay’ or what ever it was that was supposed to be said.  Nothing.  Of course it would be kind of nice to have some form of verbal verification that he was gay, but I figure this was hint enough.  There aren’t too many hetero’s that would allow another guy to hold his hand, especially for this amount of time.  Well I hope.

 
            Roughly halfway though the movie, my hand felt overwhelmingly sweaty and in need of movement.  I’m sure by now James felt the same way, but again neither of us wanted to break our hold on the other.  So, I decided there might be another way.  I let go of James hand and moved my arm.  When I looked at James his expression looked disappointed.  Guess he was willing to put up with the discomfort.  That look was soon relinquished when I swung my arm in behind him resting my hand on his hip, than leaning back more forcing him to rest his head on my shoulder.  This seemed to settle him.  I looked down at the top of his head, leaning my face gently towards the top of his head.  Breathing in calmly, the wondrous sent of his soft silky hair.  I’m a sucker for silky.

 
“Can we go sit on the bed?  My butts sore from sitting down here.”  James asked, now confident that a few minor movements weren’t going to destroy us.


“Yea, sure.”  I said getting up and climbing to the far corner of my bed.

 
            James followed closely in behind.  He made sure to recreate the same position we had on the floor only moments ago.  It was kinda cute.  We leaned up against the wall, me in the corner near the head board, and him next to me with my arm wrapped around him with my hand holding his waste.  He rested his head on my chest with his left hand being held by mine, which rested in my lap.  We both glared off towards the t.v. pretending we were paying attention.  James thumb was lightly rubbing against my finger, causing my heart to skip a beat every so often.  As the moments rolled by we would slowly alter our position until finally we were both laying down next to each other.

 
            My back was up against the wall, with my right arm underneath his head and resting on his chest.  His left hand over top my right as he laid on his back facing the television.  My left hand was near his waste over his lower belly circling my thumb back and forth over his smooth soft skin.  I could feel goose bumps repeatedly raise from my thumbs gentle movements.  My face of course was still buried in the intoxicating aroma of his hair.  I think I was working on gathering the guts to place a quick kiss to the top of his head.  The hand which was on top of my own had begun to softly slide back and forth over the top of my hand.  Shivers were sent across my entire body, causing me to let out a small giggle.  James looked up at me with a smile on his face, than turned his head the other way and lifting my arm to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand, than returned it to his chest.  I in turn leaned in and kissed the top of his head, as well as another at the top of his forehead.  James smiled deeply towards me, and turned his head coming closer.  I followed his gesture, meeting him half way.  With his head partially tilted resting in my waiting hand, I slowly closed my eyes as he did the same.  I followed the sweet sent of cookies on his breath as our lips gently touched for the first time.  I felt those shivers again, this time they were joined by that feeling in the pit of my stomach, which would quickly spread to that throbbing feeling in my chest.  His lips were so soft and tender.  I couldn’t even tell if I was breathing anymore, but I knew my heart was still beating.  Our first kiss soon turned into our second and than third.  The combination of the soft feel of his lips and the sweet aroma of his hair proved to be too much for my senses, which for some reason made me begin to laugh.  I don’t know what happened, all of a sudden I couldn’t control it.  I was giggling like a little girl.  This had proven to be contagious because James began to giggle too.  Shortly after we managed to stop, thank god!  He than felt it safe to resume,  he leaned in once more kissing me once on the cheek and than a second time on the lips.  It was a nice slow sensual kiss, which was than ended by yet some more giggles only this time started by him.

 
            At that point we thought it best to give it a while, as he turned over partially on his side facing the television once more.  I too ended up watching the movie as well.  As we laid there once again, I found myself once again smelling his hair, and sliding my fingers against his stomach.  I could feel the ruffled edge of his shorts tickle the side of my hand.  So I began to slide my fingers against the waste of the shorts.  Back and fourth over top the silky feeling fabric, it was like I was becoming obsessed with the contrast feeling of his soft smooth tummy and the silky feel of his shorts.   Soon my hand traveled several inches up the side of his stomach along the soft tone of his abdomen, and than back down to his silky shorts.  Within what felt like moments, my fingers were sliding half way down his leg and than back up again.  I leaned over and placed a kiss on James cheek, than laid my head down beside him and gave my arm a rest.  James looked over to me with a small smirk on his face, than kissed my forehead before returning to the movie.  God, was that still on? Hehe.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed his closeness.  Feeling better than I had ever felt before. 


            I than came to realize that my hand was resting over James shorts, just inches away from his uh, centre.  I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to move.  I didn’t want to ask him if it was ok for my hand to be there, of course if it wasn’t wouldn’t he have said something, or moved my hand.  My heart was now pounding, I felt what could only be explained as adrenaline rushing through me.  I was in almost a panic at the mere thought of where my hand was.  Wow the feeling was so intense, so exciting!  After brief argument with myself, I left my hand where it was.  The only problem now was, I was obsessing over it.  I carefully moved my thumb and tenderly slid it back and forth along the waste band of James shorts, this time from the other side.  He gave no reaction, so he definitely was aware of the situation.  He just continued to watch the movie.  I soon found the nerve to lightly move my fingers in similar motions as before.  Every so often I would cautiously move my hand forward, closer and closer to James midsection.  I soon could feel the fluff of his pubic hair which raised his light shorts up partially.  With that I in mind, I continued my slow movement in the same circular motion.  Moments after, I felt the edge of a new object.  This could only be one thing.  My heart yet again skipped a beat as it hurried to speed up in an attempt to catch up with my racing mind.  Sliding my fingers upward tracing along the edge of his penis, it was pointing upwards at a slight diagonal position.  He wasn’t erect but seemingly at half attention.  Once reaching the end of the journey, I switched directions and moved back the opposite way.  This time I was able to explore from tip to base, with still no negativity from James.  With some added confidence I moved forward, placing the tips of my fingers directly over top.  It was than I continued back upward.  James gave a brief shiver, and I even noticed a brief smile on his face.  I had reached the top once more and than slid back down this time with a bit more pressure.  As I continued this, I began to notice the change in size.  Soon he would be at full attention, if he hadn’t reached it already.

 
            Within moments of me acknowledging his willing state, I rested my hand over top his full erection for the first time.  It was hottest moment of my life.  I could never describe the feelings I was receiving.  His erection would occasionally twitch due to the lack of attention it was now craving which made me smile every time.  When it did this I would tighten my grip and slowly slide my hand up and down a couple of times, than stop until it did it again.  James was catching on, and smiled at me, than leaning in and kissing my lips.  With every kiss I received, it seemed to become more and more intoxicating.  My erection was now doing some twitching of its own.  His actions would become more erotic.  He was now moving his hips demanding my hand to continue, as his erection slid between my fingers.  I than felt his own hand make contact with my crotch, as he took hold of my cock and slowly massaged it.  As we were kissing, I noticed his lips were parting more with each contact our lips made.  It was than I felt his tongue enter my mouth and meet with my own.  At first I didn’t know how to react so my tongue moved back, than after noticing what I did corrected myself, and joined my tongue with his.  It was my first French kiss and seemingly his as well.  But it was one to be remembered.  The feeling of his lips against mine as our tongues passionately caressed the others.  James than broke our kiss and moved back, letting go of my penis as well.

 
            I looked up at him in confusion at first, but as I realized what he was doing I quickly joined him.  He stood up and as did I, we both simultaneously stripped off our clothes.  We than raced back onto the bed as we continued with our new found lust.  He straddled over top my legs, looking down at my erect cock, just as I looked at his.  I was a good six inches, he was a beautiful five or so(maybe a tad larger) and he was circumcised as was I.  His erection was smooth and plump looking, perfect in everyway.  Mine was slightly thinner and in my eyes no where near as beautiful as his.  I took hold of it, giving him a few nice strokes.  His smile grew as I did this, than he leaned in and lay above me.  I in turn placed my hands atop his (Dear God) perfectly round buns.  His butt was something I will never take for granted, it was so smooth and fit perfectly in my hands.  With that now in mind, I met James in another kiss.  The very moment our lips met, as did our erections.  We soon found ourselves in an incredible new world, our tongues were dancing with one another, as were our throbbing loins.  My hands would travel up James back and back down over his beautiful buttocks.  Soon I noticed our actions become more needed, more necessary.  I found my left hand locked against his back, as his hips would raise and fall against my own.  My right hand circled and would than grasp and take hold of his behind, and occasionally I would find my fingers sneak in between his cheeks, and lightly caress the entrance of his virginity.  The excitement would build every time my fingertips made contact with his inviting hole.  And when this would happen, James would only pushback further, seemingly wanting me to proceed.  With that I began to circle his hole with my middle finger.  When I did this James let out a faint moan and kissed me more passionately.  He began pushing his backside against my finger, which caused the tip of it to enter.  James let out another moan, which enticed me to continue.  I would circle my finger slowly, than gently proceed a little deeper.  Within a couple of minutes I had up to my second knuckle inside of him.  James began to move faster, with the added movement my finger began to instinctively move in a bobbing motion.  James moaned once more, which in turn made me do so as well.  He began to kiss my neck, as he grinded into me.  It felt so good, his bare flesh against my own, his cock rubbing against mine.  My hand against his butt and than some.  It was becoming too much.  James was picking up speed, and kissing my neck more passionately.  That’s when I noticed it, James was going to cum.  Oh my god, this beautiful person on top of me, is going to cum, as a result of something I contributed to.  My mind began to race, and I lost track of what was happening.  I felt a tingling coming from deep inside myself,

 
“Oh my god, it’s coming….”  I managed to say.

 
“Mmm mmme too!”  He yelped.  As this happened I felt his cock begin to twitch and pulsate uncontrollably against my own.  I smiled deeply, as I too approached climax.  I could feel the warmth of James juices against us, I tilted my head back as James put his head down while moving his hips in a circular motion against me.  The feeling became more intense, there it is!  My body felt like it was convulsing uncontrollably, I had lost control of normal motor functions.  I embraced James, holding him tight against my chest, one hand on his back, the other over his butt.

 
            What felt like an eternity of pure bliss, eventually ended.  I loosened my grip on James, as he lifted his head up with a wonderfully beautiful smile on his face.  I leaned forward and kissed him once again.  After several minutes of recovery I ran to the bathroom and got a towel to clean ourselves off.  We than cuddled up next to each other and fell asleep in each others embrace.



Chapter 4