Chapter 11
The afternoon was drawing to a close, and James' gay friends were preparing to go home. The cop stood at the door, saying goodbye. Several of his friends kissed him on the cheek. Watching them, Ricky felt wistful. He wished that he could do the same. Although perhaps not on the cheek...
Freddy patted James lightly on the shoulder. "Feel better, my dear," he said.
"I will. See you later, Freddy," James replied.
"Call me!" Freddy said, waving a hand lightly at him. He clicked away down the sidewalk toward his car.
Now it was just the two of them in the front hallway. James turned to look at him. Ricky gulped, feeling acutely nervous. "Hey, Ricky. Did you have fun?" the cop asked him.
He nodded, a little too quickly. "It was great!" he cried.
James looked pleased. "Glad you liked it. I thought you'd get along with my friends. And see - you didn't die from getting gay cooties on you, did you?" he teased.
Ricky blushed a little. "No. They were really nice," he said.
James smiled. "You've come a long way, baby," he remarked, and Ricky felt his breath catch at being called 'baby', even if James didn't really mean it as a term of endearment.
He felt a surge of anxiety go through him. He was alone in this house with a man who made him feel things he never had before! He had to get out of here! "I-I should go!" he blurted out, edging toward the door.
"All right," James said calmly. "I'll see you later, Ricky."
He felt shame lance through him. He kept acting like a nervous idiot, but he couldn't seem to help himself. "Yeah, later," he yelped, and scurried out the door.
James stood and watched Ricky beat feet. He drew in a deep breath. This whole situation was getting complicated. But he vowed silently to conceal his sudden attraction from Ricky; he didn't want to spook the poor thing any further than he already was. He didn't want to interfere with Ricky's rehabilitation, and he imagined that having a gay guy hit on him might just send Ricky running back to the side of the homophobes in pure panic. James sighed. Life could be hard, sometimes. Really, really hard.
Ricky avoided calling James for the next few days. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the cop; he really, really did. But he was trying hard to fight his unnatural yearnings. On the second day, he spent some time on his computer, downloading straight porn. He figured that if he watched lots of it, he might be able to drive this sudden gayness out of his head. He sat in front of his computer, watching a particularly nasty video, breathing heavily as he stroked himself. Surely getting himself off like this would be sure to bring him back to the straight side...
Ricky groaned, watching two couples getting it on. But then he gaped and his eyes widened in shock, as a third man entered the room. The new guy was already naked and stroking himself, preparing to get in on the action. And he...he...looked just like James! Well, not totally, but enough that it left Ricky stunned. He couldn't look away as the porn star came over to one of the couples and knelt down next to them. Then, to Ricky's further shock, he reached out and turned the male's head and kissed him!
Ricky gaped in disbelief and shocked arousal as the two men began to make out, while the one guy continued to plow into the squealing female vigorously. The two men's tongues were weaving together. It was completely erotic. Oh, God! Somehow, he'd managed to download a porn video full of bisexuals! He groped at his mouse, trying to shut it down, but before he could manage to get his fingers to work well enough, the one that looked like James rose to his feet and circled the fucking couple, kneeling down behind the man. He reached out and spread the man's furiously pumping ass cheeks wide, then buried his face between them!
Oh, shit...Ricky's chest heaved as he struggled to take a breath. This could not be happening. he wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He was frozen in his chair now, unable to move, his eyes fastened on the his computer screen. His cock jerked and surged in his lax hand as the porn star who resembled James ate out the ass of the man fucking the woman. His vision was failing, he was going to pass out from lack of air at any moment...
The James-clone rose to his feet at last, and Ricky thought it was over. No such luck, though. He wheezed in desperate despair as the porn star spread the man's ass cheeks wide with his hands, then drove his cock into the man's ass! The woman on the bottom cried out in ecstasy as the man mounting her was driven even deeper into her body by this move, and the man fucking her moaned loudly as he was taken from behind. The man who looked like James began to pump, and the guy he was fucking began to drive wildly into the woman under him. It was the hottest, nastiest thing that Ricky had ever seen in his entire life.
The man being fucked was making noises like a dying seal. Ricky groaned, his back arching, as he began to come all over himself without even moving his hand. All he could see in his head was an image of himself as the man being taken, and it threw him into a gut-wrenching, massive orgasm that left him a limp mass on his chair for long minutes afterward. He lay in his chair, panting, his glazed eyes staring at nothing.
Dear...God...that had been a huge, incredible mistake. But how could he have known that it was a bisexual porn video?! Or that one of the stars would look so much like James?! Apparently he had the worst luck ever!! He was so, so screwed!
He jumped as his cell phone rang. He fumbled for it where it lay on his desktop, his fingers shaking. He hit the button on the second try, then put it to his ear. "Hello?" he croaked.
"Hey, Ricky," James' deep voice said in his ear.
He actually moaned in horror. "Ricky? You okay?" he heard James ask in concern.
"Yuh-Yes," he said, "I-I'm fine. Sorry."
"You sure?" James still sounded concerned. Damn him, he was too damn nice! Ricky wanted to pound his head on his desktop.
"Yes! I'm sure!" he screeched.
"Okkayy, then. I was just calling to ask if you wanted to come over tomorrow night and watch the Steelers/Patriots game with me. I'd ask one of my gay friends, but not to stereotype any of them but they all hate sports. They think it's boring. I'd ask one of the guys I work with, but most of them will be at a cop bar we all like to go to to watch it. And I don't feel like hanging out in a huge crowd of cops right now. So would you come over and keep me company? I can promise you beer and snacks."
Ricky swallowed heavily. The images from the porn video were still dancing in his head, and that along with the little tingles still racing down his nerves from that intense orgasm, were making him feel decidedly befuddled. He wanted to manufacture an excuse for why he couldn't go over to James' house tomorrow and be alone with him all evening, but his mind wasn't working well enough to come up with anything.
"Sure," he said, grimacing at himself in his own head. "I'll come over."
"Great. I'll see you then. Thanks, Ricky," James said gratefully.
He hung up the phone and sat there weakly with it hanging from his fingers. He was such an idiot! He could have told James that he was having dinner with his parents again! But his stupid brain had refused to work properly until it was too late, and now he was stuck having to spend the evening with a guy who made him feel crazy - not only mentally, but with lust as well. He whimpered miserably, burying his face in his hands on the desk. Things just kept getting worse and worse...
Ricky ventured up the sidewalk toward James' house, feeling like a man going to his own execution. He thought he might start to hyperventilate at any moment. His stomach was tying itself into knots inside of him. He trailed up onto the porch and knocked on the door, jumping a little when it swung open to show James standing in the doorway. "Hey, Ricky. Thanks for coming over," he said, smiling. "Come on in."
That smile did the worst things to his abdomen and other regions of his body. Ricky stepped into the front hallway, far too conscious of how close James was to him. He could reach out and touch the other man...it would be so very easy...
"Come into the living room," James said, making him start.
"Okay," he said hoarsely, following after James into the living room. He stared at the other man's broad back, and an image of the way that the James look-alike's back had flexed and arched as he'd driven into the man under him in the video...Oh, God, was it hot in here?!
James pointed at the coffee table, where two bowls full of chips and pretzels sat, and a little cooler held a half-a-dozen chilled beers. "Help yourself," he told Ricky.
He sat down gingerly in the chair he always sat in, reaching out to take a beer from the cooler. James had clicked on the TV and had flipped the channel to the football game. Ricky opened the beer, and lifted it to his mouth. Just as he was taking a sip, James said casually: "Who do you like, Ricky?"
He spat out the beer in shock, spluttering and wheezing helplessly as he tried to draw breath past the block in his throat. He coughed as a hand smacked him in the middle of his back and jarred loose the beer that had stuck in his throat. He hacked and drew breath, panting as he recovered.
Dimly, Ricky became aware that a hand was rubbing up and down over his back, soothingly. After a moment, his confused mind realized who that hand had to belong to. James' hand was stroking over his back, and oh, Jesus he was getting an erection!
"Are you okay, Ricky?" he heard James saying in concern.
No, he wasn't. He was insane! And aroused, and confused, and miserable...he felt a sob rising up in his throat. Wretchedly, achingly, he began to cry. His shoulders heaved as he shook with the force of his sobs, his hands rising to cover his face.
Shocked silence. Then, a pair of hands closed over his shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong, Ricky," James said in his ear, shaking him a little. "What is it? What’s the matter? Tell me, I can help."
Yes, of course he wanted to help. Noble, courageous, strong, amazing man. Ricky lifted his head, his eyes glimmering with tears, and turned to look into James' concerned face. His lower lip quivered a little, but he didn't start crying again. Instead, he did what he'd wanted to do for several weeks now - he lunged out of his chair and threw his arms around James' neck, rocking him. The cop's mouth opened, but before he could speak, Ricky kissed him ferociously, with all of the pent-up desire he felt in that kiss...
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The afternoon was drawing to a close, and James' gay friends were preparing to go home. The cop stood at the door, saying goodbye. Several of his friends kissed him on the cheek. Watching them, Ricky felt wistful. He wished that he could do the same. Although perhaps not on the cheek...
Freddy patted James lightly on the shoulder. "Feel better, my dear," he said.
"I will. See you later, Freddy," James replied.
"Call me!" Freddy said, waving a hand lightly at him. He clicked away down the sidewalk toward his car.
Now it was just the two of them in the front hallway. James turned to look at him. Ricky gulped, feeling acutely nervous. "Hey, Ricky. Did you have fun?" the cop asked him.
He nodded, a little too quickly. "It was great!" he cried.
James looked pleased. "Glad you liked it. I thought you'd get along with my friends. And see - you didn't die from getting gay cooties on you, did you?" he teased.
Ricky blushed a little. "No. They were really nice," he said.
James smiled. "You've come a long way, baby," he remarked, and Ricky felt his breath catch at being called 'baby', even if James didn't really mean it as a term of endearment.
He felt a surge of anxiety go through him. He was alone in this house with a man who made him feel things he never had before! He had to get out of here! "I-I should go!" he blurted out, edging toward the door.
"All right," James said calmly. "I'll see you later, Ricky."
He felt shame lance through him. He kept acting like a nervous idiot, but he couldn't seem to help himself. "Yeah, later," he yelped, and scurried out the door.
James stood and watched Ricky beat feet. He drew in a deep breath. This whole situation was getting complicated. But he vowed silently to conceal his sudden attraction from Ricky; he didn't want to spook the poor thing any further than he already was. He didn't want to interfere with Ricky's rehabilitation, and he imagined that having a gay guy hit on him might just send Ricky running back to the side of the homophobes in pure panic. James sighed. Life could be hard, sometimes. Really, really hard.
Ricky avoided calling James for the next few days. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the cop; he really, really did. But he was trying hard to fight his unnatural yearnings. On the second day, he spent some time on his computer, downloading straight porn. He figured that if he watched lots of it, he might be able to drive this sudden gayness out of his head. He sat in front of his computer, watching a particularly nasty video, breathing heavily as he stroked himself. Surely getting himself off like this would be sure to bring him back to the straight side...
Ricky groaned, watching two couples getting it on. But then he gaped and his eyes widened in shock, as a third man entered the room. The new guy was already naked and stroking himself, preparing to get in on the action. And he...he...looked just like James! Well, not totally, but enough that it left Ricky stunned. He couldn't look away as the porn star came over to one of the couples and knelt down next to them. Then, to Ricky's further shock, he reached out and turned the male's head and kissed him!
Ricky gaped in disbelief and shocked arousal as the two men began to make out, while the one guy continued to plow into the squealing female vigorously. The two men's tongues were weaving together. It was completely erotic. Oh, God! Somehow, he'd managed to download a porn video full of bisexuals! He groped at his mouse, trying to shut it down, but before he could manage to get his fingers to work well enough, the one that looked like James rose to his feet and circled the fucking couple, kneeling down behind the man. He reached out and spread the man's furiously pumping ass cheeks wide, then buried his face between them!
Oh, shit...Ricky's chest heaved as he struggled to take a breath. This could not be happening. he wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He was frozen in his chair now, unable to move, his eyes fastened on the his computer screen. His cock jerked and surged in his lax hand as the porn star who resembled James ate out the ass of the man fucking the woman. His vision was failing, he was going to pass out from lack of air at any moment...
The James-clone rose to his feet at last, and Ricky thought it was over. No such luck, though. He wheezed in desperate despair as the porn star spread the man's ass cheeks wide with his hands, then drove his cock into the man's ass! The woman on the bottom cried out in ecstasy as the man mounting her was driven even deeper into her body by this move, and the man fucking her moaned loudly as he was taken from behind. The man who looked like James began to pump, and the guy he was fucking began to drive wildly into the woman under him. It was the hottest, nastiest thing that Ricky had ever seen in his entire life.
The man being fucked was making noises like a dying seal. Ricky groaned, his back arching, as he began to come all over himself without even moving his hand. All he could see in his head was an image of himself as the man being taken, and it threw him into a gut-wrenching, massive orgasm that left him a limp mass on his chair for long minutes afterward. He lay in his chair, panting, his glazed eyes staring at nothing.
Dear...God...that had been a huge, incredible mistake. But how could he have known that it was a bisexual porn video?! Or that one of the stars would look so much like James?! Apparently he had the worst luck ever!! He was so, so screwed!
He jumped as his cell phone rang. He fumbled for it where it lay on his desktop, his fingers shaking. He hit the button on the second try, then put it to his ear. "Hello?" he croaked.
"Hey, Ricky," James' deep voice said in his ear.
He actually moaned in horror. "Ricky? You okay?" he heard James ask in concern.
"Yuh-Yes," he said, "I-I'm fine. Sorry."
"You sure?" James still sounded concerned. Damn him, he was too damn nice! Ricky wanted to pound his head on his desktop.
"Yes! I'm sure!" he screeched.
"Okkayy, then. I was just calling to ask if you wanted to come over tomorrow night and watch the Steelers/Patriots game with me. I'd ask one of my gay friends, but not to stereotype any of them but they all hate sports. They think it's boring. I'd ask one of the guys I work with, but most of them will be at a cop bar we all like to go to to watch it. And I don't feel like hanging out in a huge crowd of cops right now. So would you come over and keep me company? I can promise you beer and snacks."
Ricky swallowed heavily. The images from the porn video were still dancing in his head, and that along with the little tingles still racing down his nerves from that intense orgasm, were making him feel decidedly befuddled. He wanted to manufacture an excuse for why he couldn't go over to James' house tomorrow and be alone with him all evening, but his mind wasn't working well enough to come up with anything.
"Sure," he said, grimacing at himself in his own head. "I'll come over."
"Great. I'll see you then. Thanks, Ricky," James said gratefully.
He hung up the phone and sat there weakly with it hanging from his fingers. He was such an idiot! He could have told James that he was having dinner with his parents again! But his stupid brain had refused to work properly until it was too late, and now he was stuck having to spend the evening with a guy who made him feel crazy - not only mentally, but with lust as well. He whimpered miserably, burying his face in his hands on the desk. Things just kept getting worse and worse...
Ricky ventured up the sidewalk toward James' house, feeling like a man going to his own execution. He thought he might start to hyperventilate at any moment. His stomach was tying itself into knots inside of him. He trailed up onto the porch and knocked on the door, jumping a little when it swung open to show James standing in the doorway. "Hey, Ricky. Thanks for coming over," he said, smiling. "Come on in."
That smile did the worst things to his abdomen and other regions of his body. Ricky stepped into the front hallway, far too conscious of how close James was to him. He could reach out and touch the other man...it would be so very easy...
"Come into the living room," James said, making him start.
"Okay," he said hoarsely, following after James into the living room. He stared at the other man's broad back, and an image of the way that the James look-alike's back had flexed and arched as he'd driven into the man under him in the video...Oh, God, was it hot in here?!
James pointed at the coffee table, where two bowls full of chips and pretzels sat, and a little cooler held a half-a-dozen chilled beers. "Help yourself," he told Ricky.
He sat down gingerly in the chair he always sat in, reaching out to take a beer from the cooler. James had clicked on the TV and had flipped the channel to the football game. Ricky opened the beer, and lifted it to his mouth. Just as he was taking a sip, James said casually: "Who do you like, Ricky?"
He spat out the beer in shock, spluttering and wheezing helplessly as he tried to draw breath past the block in his throat. He coughed as a hand smacked him in the middle of his back and jarred loose the beer that had stuck in his throat. He hacked and drew breath, panting as he recovered.
Dimly, Ricky became aware that a hand was rubbing up and down over his back, soothingly. After a moment, his confused mind realized who that hand had to belong to. James' hand was stroking over his back, and oh, Jesus he was getting an erection!
"Are you okay, Ricky?" he heard James saying in concern.
No, he wasn't. He was insane! And aroused, and confused, and miserable...he felt a sob rising up in his throat. Wretchedly, achingly, he began to cry. His shoulders heaved as he shook with the force of his sobs, his hands rising to cover his face.
Shocked silence. Then, a pair of hands closed over his shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong, Ricky," James said in his ear, shaking him a little. "What is it? What’s the matter? Tell me, I can help."
Yes, of course he wanted to help. Noble, courageous, strong, amazing man. Ricky lifted his head, his eyes glimmering with tears, and turned to look into James' concerned face. His lower lip quivered a little, but he didn't start crying again. Instead, he did what he'd wanted to do for several weeks now - he lunged out of his chair and threw his arms around James' neck, rocking him. The cop's mouth opened, but before he could speak, Ricky kissed him ferociously, with all of the pent-up desire he felt in that kiss...
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