AND STILL IN LOVE
Part Two -- Getting to know you...
Somewhere about seven in the morning a very cold young man lay shivering in his bed. The open window had allowed the icy November air to chill poor James' room and he was soon awake with a frozen red nose and feet colder than a corpse's. He wrapped the duvet about himself and pulled his feet back up against the backs of his thighs in an effort to warm himself. It was of no avail. It took all the courage he could muster to dart out of his bed and close the window he had opened earlier. Within a split second he was back in bed snuggling up under the duvet. With one cold hand playing absent-mindedly with his dick he fell in and out of a light sleep for the next two hours. He wanted to get up and take a shower but it was too cold. He had never been so miserable before in his life, at home the room was always warm in winter, the central heating was often on all night. Just after ten he felt his bladder call so he crossed his legs and hoped against all hopes that the need to relieve himself would simply go away. It didn't!
James darted out of the cold room into the slightly warmer (but still freezing) landing outside his room. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor made him approach the toilet on tiptoe. He stood there and reached inside his pyjama flap to take out his cock and have a piss. His dick had shrivelled with the cold and was barely more than two inches long, the foreskin was closed tightly over the head and he shivered as he tried to coax his muscle to relax and empty his bladder. It only took a few seconds but James thought it was about five minutes before the warm liquid spurted from him. He clenched his arse and soon a steady stream was gushing forth. The warmth of the liquid acted like some type of bodily central heating. Slowly his dick began to grow in his hand. He looked down and smiled. Here in his hand was the only cock he would ever know. He knew it well already! It was a nice cock, not the biggest in the world, a nice average four inch soft growing to maybe six inches when hard but regardless of size, colour, shape or experience, this cock was the only cock that James knew.
As the last drops spluttered out he shook his mate and pushing it back under the flap he scampered back to his room and dived under the covers. He lay there holding his cock and caressing it to hardness. He pulled a pillow behind his neck and kissed it pretending it was Barry's head and as he imagined he began to pound his pud fantasising about having the big Irishman in bed beside him.
James pulled and stroked. He imagined Barry's breath on his neck and the comfort of having a man in his bed with him. He reached down with his left and pulled his pyjama bottoms down to the tops of his thighs. His hand moved faster and faster, his breaths becoming shorter and shorter as he arched his back up off the bed and furiously pounded his plum! He gasped and shot and then collapsed back on the bed. His cum splattered all over the front of his pyjama shirt and he collapsed back on the bed.
He lay there panting. He was out of breath. Wanking had never exhausted him this much previously! He lay on his bed recovering and fully wake he began to regret his actions. He felt dirty and perverted for having imagined Barry being there beside him. He thought it would have been better to imagine Mike because Mike was both better looking than Barry and closer to James' age. He decided it was time to get up. He removed the shirt of his pyjamas, wiped his dick with it, rolled it into a ball and threw it in the laundry basket: "tonight," he thought, "I'll think of Mike when I'm wanking!"
He pulled up his pyjama bottoms and settled himself. He stepped into his carpet slippers, put on his dressing gown and made for the shower. As he burst into the bathroom he almost choked when he saw Mike standing there pissing into the toilet.
"Sorry Mike!" he blurted, "I well like I didn't know that well that you were in here!"
He began to leave but Mike just laughed.
"Sorry man we never close the door at home and just never got into the habit here! Don't run off I'm done, it's all yours!"
James froze and stared in quiet embarrassment. Mike stood there in the smallest pair of sky-blue briefs known to man. His lithe body looked great but James was shocked to see anybody so nearly naked in his bathroom.
"Shit man you look bad this morning!" Mike drawled in his sexy accent, "you wanna keep off the beer if it don't agree with ya man!"
"I'm fine thank you," replied James in his courteous home-county manner, "I simply wasn't quite expecting to walk in on you like this and I'm very sorry!"
"What's eating ya mate? Ya never seen a guy in the changing rooms?" Mike laughed as he grabbed James and ruffled his hair, "No need to be embarrassed mate, I ain't got nothing you ain't got!"
James looked after him as he left his need to shower had passed. He decided he would have breakfast first and then shower later. He went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cornflakes. Mike came in behind him dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of sandals on his feet. James was stunned by his hardiness, the house was cold and this chap simply didn't seem to feel it.
"Mind if I join ya?" asked Mike.
"Sure! I was going to watch the news."
The two boys went into the front room with their cornflakes and two mugs of tea, they switched on the television and no sooner was the set warmed then Barry joined them. Like Mike he was underdressed. Barry wore boxer shorts and open dressing gown but no footwear.
"Fuckin' typical!" Mike said, "This boy can't get enough telly!"
"Fuck you!" Barry grunted, "What time did you come in at last night?"
"I was here at three, dad!" Mike laughed.
"And Cindy?"
"I don't think she's home yet?"
"She's some tramp that one!"
James was fascinated by the coarseness of the conversation and the different ways that his housemates used the English language. He rarely used strong language and was amazed that both Mike and Barry said 'fuck' as if it was just an ordinary word like 'cup' or 'hello'.
The three lads sat drinking tea and watching Jerry Springer on the box. It was about midday when they heard a key in the door.
"Godzilla is home!" Mike stated flatly.
James spluttered into his mug of tea. It wasn't very funny as comments go but it certainly made sense. Cindy poked her head around the door.
"Nice to see you boys have something useful to do on a Saturday!" she sneered.
"Bad score last night?" Mike asked caustically.
"Fuck you Mike!" and she pounded up the stairs.
"What a lady!" Mike remarked.
"Who Cindy?" James asked, "but she said 'fuck'!"
"And?"
"Well it's not very ladylike," James stated
"That one is about as ladylike as Mike Tyson's armpits!" Barry added.
In strange and unfamiliar surrounding James was discovering that staying on in the comfortless world of houseshare was not as bad as it had appeared at first. The residents were coarser than what he had known to now but he liked the banter, the bad language and even the freedom of walking around the house dressed in bedwear or less. He liked the spontaneity of Barry's wit and the rough talk that was Mike's way of expressing himself. In fact although he felt a bit out of place he realised that life was more fun in London at the weekend that it was back in the shires.
He excused himself and went upstairs to dress and study. When he reached his room he thought about his two housemates in the room below. Mike was a stringy fellow with a nice smile and certainly the sight of him in those underpants that morning would give James an image to toss off to later. Barry's open dressing gown revealed a sight he hadn't expected. Because Barry was almost bald it surprised James that his chest was so hairy. His limited experience of men meant that he had little idea of general body types and the only male form he knew was his own. He showered, dressed and sat as his desk to study the finer points of land law, but his mind kept wandering back to the image of Mike in his underpants and then on to Barry's chest. He chuckled and thought of Sean Connery -- the sexy James Bond star was also bald with a hairy chest, he laughed to himself as he thought; "the name is Bond, Barry Bond!"
"Fuck!" he said out loud and stamped out of the room and downstairs to call his parents. His parents were naturally concerned for their son and the conversation with his mother dragged on. She had no real idea why her son wasn't home that weekend but suspected that he might have found a girlfriend. Her searching questions uncovered nothing because her innocent son wasn't seeing anybody and therefore didn't avert to what she was really asking.
The innocent young man had no idea what was going through his mother's mind, all he knew was that he was tired, he had lots of study to do, he was dreading work on Monday morning and he wanted her to get off the phone!
"You don't appear to be very happy James!" his mother remarked, "would you like to speak to your father?"
"I'm just very tired with the study and work mum!" James replied, "I really am so tired!"
"Okay then son, I'll let you go. Love you!"
"Love you too mum!"
And he hung up.
James was very tired and what he said to his mother hadn't a word of a lie in it. In fact he was so tired that he crawled into bed and snuggled up under the duvet. He didn't feel well. He was getting the symptoms of a cold and he felt queasy. The desk called him but he couldn't face study, he closed his eyes and sleep came quickly.
Monday came all too quickly and James found himself sitting behind his cluttered desk at Roberts & Grimes. Life was not great!
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