Alone with James
by David Heulfryn

 

“I’ve been looking forward to you coming,” Max said. “I know we won’t be able to do everything we wanted to do, but just having you here is enough.”

“I’m happy just being with you, Max.” James kissed Max’s bare shoulder. “But I must say, I was shocked to see your Mum naked. I think Cockaigne has got to her.”

“What about you? You’ve been here an hour and are still in your clothes.”

James got off the bed and stripped. Max watched as each item of clothing was discarded. He could tell James had an erection from the bulge in his jeans and the distended fabric of his boxer briefs. Max instinctively licked his lips as James pushed down his underwear to free his hard cock.

James was surprised as Max moved swiftly to kneel at his feet. He sucked in James’ hard cock and began to lick, suck and taste him. James rested his hands on Max’s head as it moved back and forth, his cock moving in and out of Max’s mouth. James didn’t last long and soon came down Max’s throat. Max swallowed everything, not allowing a drop to escape from his lips.

Max kept James’ cock in his mouth as it softened. More cum oozed, and Max swallowed again.

“I wish I could do that to you.” James lamented.

“I don’t care.” Max stood up and kissed his boyfriend. Their tongues teased and tickled each other. Max grew hard. He could feel his cock press against the cage. “Just seeing you and giving you such pleasure is enough for me.” Max winced.

“What’s wrong?” James was concerned.

“I’m getting hard. The cage is pressing against my cock. There are these nodules on the inside that cause discomfort. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it prevents me from getting any harder.”

“I wish I could make you cum.” James said.

“So do I, but I’m like this for a week.”

James chuckled, “You’re going to get blue balls.”

“I will if I keep thinking of you.” Max smiled.

“So if we can’t play with each other. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. That little snack you gave me isn’t enough.”

After Max ate breakfast, the lovers sat in the living room. They didn’t put on the television, the radio or music. They sat on the sofa, Max leaning and snugging up to James.

Max talked. He told James about everything that happened at school, how it had started well and how it deteriorated with Neil getting bored with looking after the new boy. Max spoke most animatedly when he talked about Eddie.

“He sounds special,” James said.

“He is. He’s got this innocence about him. He’s very wary and doesn’t make friends easily, but once he’s your friend, he is very….”

“Very… What?”

“I don’t know. I feel drawn to him, protective of him. He’s autistic but low on the spectrum, but it’s enough to make him different. He’s intelligent but awkward. It gives him a unique view and makes him a special friend.”

“You say he’s fourteen?”

“Yes,” Max confirmed.

“Does that mean he’s in Finn’s class?” James considered.

“I don’t know. I suppose so. I wonder if Finn knows him. We’ve not talked too much about school and friends. He knows I struggle to make friends, so we don’t talk about it too much.”

“You’ll have to ask him when he gets back. And next time I visit, I would love to meet him. Does he know you have a boyfriend?”

“He does. But you don’t need to get jealous. He’s got a crush on his swim teacher, not me.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” James kissed the top of Max’s head. “I don’t like competition.”

“I only have eyes for you.” Max reached down and cupped James’ cock and balls. “But you do have competition.”

“Really, who is he?” James smiled.

“There’s a student in my class who has the hots for me. Won’t leave me alone and are always hanging around me when they can. Don’t get jealous. I’ve not encouraged them. They just find me so sexy and attractive.”

“Well, I can’t disagree with that. Who is he?” James tried not to sound jealous.

“She’s called Hannah.” Max smiled, enjoying teasing James. “She’s very sweet. I quite like her.”

“You’re not tempted, are you?”

“I only have eyes for you,” Max said again and gave James’ cock and balls another squeeze.

Max talked and talked. He didn’t care that he was naked. He didn’t care that his cock was trapped in a metal cage. He felt safe and lived and needed. In the back of his mind, he hoped this weekend would be when he and James could get physical again. He hoped they would find time to make love again, but this weekend didn’t work out as planned. He’d built himself to hoping to have sex again, but it wouldn’t happen. The weekend worked out differently. But Max didn’t care, all thoughts of making love had dissolved, and a weekend of being with each took over. He realised he didn’t care about making love anymore. All he cared about was being with James. Sharing his life with him.

James sat and listened, and Max talked. He stroked his hair and occasionally kissed the top of his head. He liked listening to Max. He loved how he told him everything; he was an open book and was unafraid to open himself like this. Love had opened up Max. A few years ago, Max would never have spoken to anyone like he spoke to James, not even his brother and certainly not his parents. Finn had enabled Max to be more open, and James had opened him to love. James liked listening to Max talk about his life, no matter how mundane. How he always ate toast in the morning with a glass of orange juice and wished his Mum would perhaps buy pineapple juice for a change. He liked pineapples. It was something Max had never told anybody else. It seemed so trivial but also personal. It was something he’d never said to Finn.

“I wondered what that taste was in your cum.” James laughed.

Max slapped James’s chest. “And from the taste of your cum, your favourite food is sour grapefruit.”

“Are you saying my cum tastes vile?” James said with incredulity.

“Well, it doesn’t taste like pineapples.” Max smiled.

“I must taste it next time.”

“Have you never tasted your cum?” Max asked.

“Never,” James said softly, “yours is the first I’ve ever tasted, and I don’t think I want to taste anyone else’s.”

“I’m not sure if that’s romantic or disgusting.” Max laughed. “But I’m glad you don’t go around tasting cum.”

“Until I met you. I never wanted to swallow cum. It disgusted me. But if you give me your permission, next time I cum, thinking of you, of course, I will taste my cum.”

“Then perhaps you will eat more pineapple.” Max giggled. “But I don’t care how it tastes. I would still swallow.”

“The things we do for love,” James said, and they laughed.

Love is feeling safe with each other. It’s not always physical. Expressing physical love is merely an expression of the emotional connection between two people. Max felt he could endure any punishment now that he was with James. What would happen in the following week was temporary. What he had with James would last forever.

Max and James spoke about everything and nothing and weren’t afraid of the long moments of silence between them. Max thought that the day couldn’t have been more memorable. He’d hoped for more, but he got what he needed.

Whenever Max spoke about Neil, he would tense up. He admitted to James he was nervous about going to school on Monday. James stroked his hair and told him not to worry about it yet. It was two days away, and James told Max to enjoy the now and worry about the later when it came.

“Max! Max!” Finn burst through the front door and immediately took off his clothes. He’d worn sweatpants, a t-shirt, and no underwear, so he could be naked as quickly as possible.

Max woke up. He’d drifted asleep as he rested against James’ chest. Max apologised for falling asleep. “Sorry, James.”

“It’s fine, Max. It was so peaceful sitting hear listening to you breathe. I could do it for days.”

Max kissed James knowing that Finn’s eager eyes were watching, wearing nothing but a cheeky smile.

“Mum’s got you a new blazer and trousers. And I got you something special, but I’ll have to give it to you next week when I pick it up from the shop. It’s a surprise.”

Max wondered what Finn could have bought him when Lily came in carrying some bags. “Get up, Max. I want you to try these on to make sure they fit.

James blushed as he sat naked and exposed. He crossed his legs to cover himself.

Lily passed Max his new clothes and started to slip out of her dress. “That’s better,” She unclasped her bra and sighed as her breasts were freed, “I find these so restrictive, I might give up on wearing a bra altogether.” She told the three teenage boys as they gawped as she slipped off her panties.

James didn’t know where to look and couldn’t understand why he started getting an erection looking at Max’s mother. He wasn’t straight. He wasn’t interested in women, so why was she having this effect on him? Finn noticed James squirm and push his hard cock down and trap it between his thighs. Finn giggled and was unashamed when his cock started to grow.

Max struggled to zip up the fly on his new trousers. The cock cage made it very snug.

Owen was naked as he joined in the living room. He looked at Max in his trousers. “That cage makes you look very well hung in those trousers.” He laughed, and Max blushed. “What do you think, James?”

“He’s hung enough for me,” James said.

Finn giggled.

“Get them off before you burst the zip.” Lily huffed, not impressed with the talk about how big her son’s cock was.

Max handed the trousers to Lily and then suggested to James that they go upstairs.

Finn watched James, his hard cock pointing to him. His cheeky smile returned as he waited for James to get up from the sofa and show his hard cock.

“Come on, James.” Max held his hand out to pull James off the sofa.

His cock would not get soft, so James quickly dashed up the stairs.

Finn giggled. Owen stifled a laugh, and Lily rolled her eyes when they saw James hard. Finn wanted to follow them, but Owen held him back.

“But I was going to the bathroom to take care of myself.” Finn looked down at his hard cock.

“Do it in here. I don’t want you disturbing your brother. Your Mum and I have things to do, so we’ll leave you alone.” Owen ushered Lily into the kitchen.

“What have we got to do, Love?” She asked as they left Finn alone.

Owen stroked his cock. “You don’t know how I’ve been struggling to control this thing. I thought with Finn busy in the front room, we could….” His cock was now hard.

Lily approached Owen and grabbed his cock. She pressed it against her crotch, tickling the exposed head with her pubes. She gasped as he thrust forward and penetrated her.

Finn could hear his parents fucking in the kitchen, but it didn’t stop him from thinking about naked boys as he wanked. He gasped as he came up his chest. The first shot hit him in the face, and the second hit his neck. The rest splattered his torso. He looked like he’d just come out of the shower; his body was soaked in cum. Finn played with the white blobs that congealed on his chest, pushing it around and collecting as much as he could in his navel. He waited until he heard his father cum inside his mother.

“Dad!” Finn shouted. “I need some tissues. I can’t move in case it goes all over the sofa!”

Owen went into the living room carrying a roll of kitchen towel. He handed Finn some sheets of kitchen towel. He looked at Finn as he reclined on the sofa; his cock was now soft and rested on his small, neat patch of pubes, soaked in cum. “Do you always cum that much?” He asked his youngest son.

“It started a few months ago. I didn’t use to cum this much. It was also more watery. But now it’s thicker, properly white.” Finn wiped his chest.

“I thought your Mum was exaggerating about the mess you made, but I can tell that she wasn’t.”

Finn smiled, proud of his cum.

Owen ripped another sheet of kitchen towel from the roll and wiped his own deflating cock. He took Finn’s damp, used kitchen towel and told him to shower.

“That boy cums buckets.” He said to Lily as he put the cum soaked kitchen towel in the bin. “You weren’t kidding, Love.”

“Now you see what I’ve been saying for days. I’ve never known anyone cum that much. Because of the amount, I thought he was pissing the bed at night. But he isn’t. It’s all cum.”

“I think you should keep that appointment with Doctor Wallace on Monday, no matter what. Get him checked out, just to be sure there’s nothing wrong.” Owen said. “But unless the Doctor says otherwise, I don’t think we should be concerned.”

“I hope so,” Lily whispered.

 

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