That Boy James

James had a girlfriend for most of the time I was working and I didn't see him much, actually, at all. I think it was his last shot at it? Well, maybe not his last shot, but he still hasn't told anyone that he likes cock and I think he was trying to make his straight mates happy. He has a large group of guys with who he went to school at Scotch. They are all still mates. James doesn't know how to tell any of them, so it is easier just to remain straight.

Of course, that is not true, but that is what he is thinking.

Girl's like him. What is there not to like. Blonde hair, handsome face, well developed chest and arms, six pack, tight waist, sexy legs, beautiful cock, hot arse. And he is a really sweet boy, interested, caring, loyal, kind.

The only problem is that James doesn't like girls. well, not the way girls want him to like them. Nah, he doesn't. He can pretend, hope, want, pray, whatever it is that he does, but he doesn't like them, not like that, not like straight boys do.

He gave me a call the other day, said he'd split with Mandy or Amy or Emily and that he wanted to catch up. We didn't make a date. He said he'd call soon.

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