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PATIENCE by Boag <<< part 2

PART 3

The look of intent in Richey’s eyes scared James mainly because he knew it was true. He could pretend to Richey and to himself 99% of the time but every so often it would hit him in a wave and those were the times that he and Richey would screw. He knew he couldn’t turn around and go to Richey now even though the attraction was so strong it was overwhelming, if he did Richey would win and validate his theories. Instead he headed up the stairs, went to his bedroom and wanked himself stupid groaning Richey’s name into the pillow and picturing him in his head. Richey stayed in the garden still tracing circles with his fingers perfectly aware of what James was doing, he knew him too well, and when James couldn’t go to him he thought of him instead. He pictured his friend pulling and tugging at himself, getting sweaty, groaning and then cuming. He went inside and sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his dick out and played with it imaging his nimble fingers was James’ darting tongue.

“Oh fuck”
He moaned as he came spilling his hot seed over his hands. He moved them to his mouth and licked slightly, he wrinkled his mouth, it was salty and bitter, he longed to taste James, to taste the sweat on his shaft and lick the precum off the tip. He decided to go up to the room James shared with Nicky and try his luck. He pushed the door and found it unlocked, he walked in to find James splayed on his bed, his flaccid cock still hanging out of his jeans.

“Oi! Out! Now!”
Richey ignored him and closed the door behind him.
“Looks like me and you have been doing the same thing, shame we didn’t help each out”
James couldn’t fight; his need or Richey had taken hold of him. Richey walked towards the bed stripping his t-shirt and removing his jeans leaving him in just a pair of skimpy black briefs. James removed his jeans and laid back on the bed in a pair of loose grey boxers. They would both have trouble getting erections for a while but tat didn’t matter, there was plenty to occupy them. Richey laid on the bed to James right. Both of them were on their sides staring straight at each other. Richey raised his hand and placed it gently on James waist.
“James just for now no shame, no regrets, no guilt and no changing your mind, let’s just enjoy ourselves ok?”
“Kay”

Richey was relieved at James’ instant compliance and lent in to kiss him but James took charge pushing Richey underneath him and kissing him roughly. He knew Richey liked it rough, he loved to be dominated and sometimes he liked to be hurt too. Rough sex had always aroused James but with Richey it drove him crazy. He could easily dominate a woman, there was no competition, most of them complied instantly, and if even they did play fight James was so strong he could pin them down instantly. Richey however was muscular, strong and stubborn, he loved to play and the challenge excited James, it wasn’t a given that he would get what he wanted, he had to struggle too, and having someone as strong willed as Richey submit to him was enough to make him cream himself. James pushed his pelvis hard against Richey’s to hold him down and pulled his arms over his head. Richey pushed his groin hard against James’ and they both groaned with pain and pleasure.

“Hmmmm want to fight me do you?!
Richey struggled to free his hands.
“Now it’s my turn to play hard to get!”
“But I’ll get you…because you want me to!”
Richey giggled before writhing trying to free himself from James’ grip, he managed to escape albeit briefly, James was too fast and had them again in an instant. James pushed his mouth against Richey roughly forcing him to take his tongue. He alternated between kissing him and biting his lips. Richey moaned and yipped as he was bitten not noticing James’ hands moving towards a draw and pulling out a tie, suddenly the kisses stopped and James was knotting Richey’s hands to the bed posts.

“Now you’re not going anywhere and I can do what I want to you”
“Oh no!”
Richey said in mock terror
“Oh you’re not scared, you should be, I could do anything to you and you might not like all of it”
James’ voice had genuine menace in it and Richey shuddered slightly wondering what his lover had in store. In an instant James ripped Richey’s scanty underpants off exposing him completely and his stirring hard-on. James grabbed his legs and pushed them up exposing his pink arsehole. He smiled at Richey before he went down and rimmed him flicking his tongue around Richey’s hole and squeezing his balls. Richey writhed and moaned.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop”
He removed his tongue, licked a finger and shoved it into Richey without any warning.
“Ouch…ow…owwwwwwww!”
“Shut up!”
Were James’ last words before he swallowed Richey’s cock. Richey’s pain slowly subsided and he started to want more. James pulled his finger out and slammed two in. Richey gasped and his hips bucked in shock and pain but he was loving it
“More”

Two become three and James roughly pulled them in and out with little care for Richey’s welfare. At last he couldn’t wait any longer and thrust his dick in. Richey screamed as James forced all his length in. He felt like he was being ripped apart but it was divine. James hands were either side of Richey giving him a good position to thrust in. He didn’t wait and begun slamming into Richey with as much force as he could manage. They could both feel it wasn’t going to last long and Richey was glad, although it was great he didn’t know how long he would be able to take it for. James came, sweat dripping from his forehead onto his lover beneath. The feeling of James hot semen in him was too much and Richey came drenching his belly and James’ too. James pulled out and untied Richey’s hands.

“You didn’t use a condom”
“I wanted to spunk in you”
“It felt great”
“Yeah, it did, I like knowing you’ve got a load of mine in you, makes a change from your belly though don’t it”
Richey smiled and cuddled up to James.
“Not had a girlfriend for a while have you”
“No”
“Why?”
“Just not felt like it is all”
“She hurt you”
James voice was barely a whisper
“Yeah”
“I’ll never hurt you”
“Don’t start again, don’t ruin this”
“You’re the one being so stubborn”
“I know how to shut you up”
“Ho…..mmmmmmmmm”

James pushed his tongue back into his lover’s mouth and kissed him deeply.
“You know I love it when your rough with me”
“You’re just my little fuck bucket”
“Don’t call me fuck bucket!”
Richey was trying to be serious but descending into laughter
“What a horrible name to call me”
“Yeah but you are my fuck bucket aren’t you?!”
“Yes but that’s not the point is it, call me something nice like cupcake, hunny bunny”
“I’m not calling you that! Fuck bucket, cum bucket or fuck tube, how do you like fuck box?”
“James! First you spend half your life torturing me and then you call me names…and you hurt my bum too…you’re such a meanie”
“God…moan moan moan, nag nag nag, and you said I don’t have a girlfriend!”
Although they were teasing each other it was a way for both of them to express themselves to each other without having a full blown argument.
“I wanna be your boyfriend”
“I know…why can’t you see how good this is, why isn’t this enough?”
“THIS?! Every 6 months I get a little bit lucky when you’re feeling desperate? You’re nice to me for about 5 minutes and suddenly everything is ok? If all you want from me is fun then why don’t you stop encouraging me by sleeping with me and find somebody else who just wants fun too? I’ve made it very clear what I want from you, you know what you’re heading for every time you kiss me!”
“You know I don’t know why I don’t do that because at least then I could avoid this torrent! I’ve made it just as clear what I want but you still go with me so whose worse here?!”
“I hate you sometimes”
James got up.
“Come on, get your clothes on and get out of my room”

James started to collect their garments and flung Richey’s at him. Richey didn’t move, instead he lay on the bed watching James getting dressed. James got angry and grabbed his arm to pull him up, he led him to the door and slung him out throwing his clothes at him, and then he slammed the door in Richey’s face.
Sadly Richey scooped up his clothes and walked slowly to his room, fighting back the tears. He refused to cry, absolutely, but when he got to his room, dumped his clothes on the bed and closed the door he couldn’t control the sobbing. He laid on his bed in the foetal position and cried loudly. He didn’t want James to hear him but he couldn’t contain himself. In the distance he could hear footsteps and then he was aware of a presence in the room. He ignored it and kept crying, he couldn’t stop. James removed his clothes and curled up around Richey.

“Sssshhhhhhhh, oh Richey”
All Richey could reply with was indistinct sobs. James stroked his skin, kissed him gently, and rocked him.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want, I wish I could when I see you this way”
Richey managed to sob
“But you can…you can give me what I want because you want it to”
“Richey no, no”
But Richey had stopped listening
“You can…you can”

Was all he would say or could say so they lay there together and James let the tears stream down his face whilst Richey sobbed endlessly. Eventually he cried himself out and fell into an uneasy sleep from emotional exhaustion. James tidied his bed, removed the clothes and tucked him up under the covers and closed the curtains. Richey didn’t stir. James dressed and took a packet of fags down stairs. He went outside and sat on the front porch smoking and thinking.
Richey had begged him to love him and after what they had done together, could he deny that he felt it too? It was buried deep in him and he could almost barely feel it but what he could feel was an indistinct wave washing through him, he couldn’t describe how it made him feel, it was just there all the time.

“Do I love him? Do I want to be with him?” he asked himself. “How could I, he’s a bloke, I’m not saying men can’t love each other or be a couple but I can’t be with a man and act like it’s normal! But there’s no-one like him, I’m never going to find a woman like him am I?! Can anyone else make me happy the way he does? Can anyone else fuck me like he does? God this is so confusing. I wish he’d never come that day, I wish that had never happened! Wait, no, I don’t, of course I don’t!”

Suddenly a noise came from behind him, it was Richey dressed and coming to join him for a cigarette. James lit one and passed it to him. They sat on the step smoking silently and both wondered how much longer this was going to continue for.
Richey put his hands over his head and thought about James. “I said I was patient, I thought I could wait, I can’t take this anymore, this just hurts too much, I feel like everything has been pulled out of me, it can’t go on, not without one of us breaking and it’ll be me, I know it will be me.”

Despite the thoughts racing through their minds the pair sat silently smoking without a single word passing between them.

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