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JAMES AND THE CROTCH APPRECIATION THREAD by Janey
A little story for foreverdelayed.org.uk!

James was just about to settle down on the sofa to watch the rugby when his doorbell rang. Reluctantly he placed his large whisky chaser and can of beer down on the coffee table, and muttering to himself, ambled to the door to see who it was.
“Terri? What the hell are you doing here? Please, come in,” and he opened the door and invited her in with a gesture of his arms.
“I won’t stay,” she said. “Only I got a couple of emails and I thought you may like to see them too.”
“Really?” James watched as Terri took some paper out of her bag. “Who are they from?”
“Person named Kat, so a woman, I assume. They’re very funny… well I think they are,” Terri handed the papers over to James and carefully studied his reaction.
“Holy fuck!” exclaimed James as he waved a piece of paper around. “I look like I have a huge dick in this picture! It’s seems to go half way down my leg!”
“I know,” laughed Terri. “It gets better. Trust me.”
“What’s this?”
“It’s an email of a page from foreverdelayed.org.uk. They have an appreciation forum and this is from one of the threads that it has. This particular one is called ‘A new club is born.’ She’s sent me page four but I’ve printed out the others for you too. I’ll leave you to enjoy your game and to read it at your pleasure.”
“You use this forum?”
“Hell yeah, it’s a good laugh. Not that I visit it very often; usually once a month or so. There are some very juicy stories posted on that board, I tell ya.” Terri grinned wildly. “They’d make you blush. The things those girls want to do to you all is unbelievable.”
“You mean they write about sex? With us?”
“James don’t sound so shocked! Women like sex too you know. Though some of them may make you a bit, well, queasy.”
“Meaning?”
“Well they often have stories posted on another site linked through the forum, and some of them, well…”
“Spill, Terri!” urged James insistently.
“Erm, they have same sex stories too.”
“Us and male groupies?”
Terri laughed nervously and James looked at her quizzically. “No James. They have various scenarios involving you guys together, including Richey.”
“You mean us fucking each other?” He ran a hand through his hair as Terri nodded in response. “They get off on this stuff?”
“It’s just fun. You and Nicky are quite popular together.”
“You sure someone hasn’t been feeding them inside information? I mean when we were younger I think we all screwed each other at least once. The only one I never fucked was Sean.”
“I know, but for what it’s worth I haven’t posted anything about you like that. Nor do I write any of the stories,” Terri frowned and looked down at her feet.
“Go on, ask whatever it is you want to ask.”
“Do you think you and Richey would still be together if he hadn’t gone, or would it have fizzled out?”
“I don’t know. I just know I’ve never wanted to be with another guy since him, and that I still miss him. And I don’t just mean as a friend.”
“I’m sorry, James. I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“It’s ok. I like talking about him. You know, like, remembering him?”
“Yeah. I know.” Terri kissed him on his cheek and made her way to the door. “Have fun reading those.”
“I’ll try.”

James watched the rugby and enjoyed seeing Wales win. As he sat back down after putting on Jamie Cullum’s ‘Twenty something’, and glanced at the papers in front of him. He tentatively picked them up and found the email of the forum page that Terri had received.
The first entry on the page was ‘the man is truly blessed’, which made James blush madly. Then a few fairly innocuous ones before he saw the ‘orgasmic’ comment, by someone whose location details, picture and final text under post really made him blush. Then someone calling themselves ‘mrsseanmoore’ had written: ‘the older he gets the bigger he gets (I don’t mean weight)’ and that made James giggle aloud.
‘These women sound like fun,’ he said to himself, ‘though you’re a bit naughty mrsseanmoore. I may have to let my cousin see this.’
He continued to look through them all leisurely, enjoying himself far more than he had thought he would. ‘I like that,’ he laughed to himself again, “…I hope that I will soon be able to meet all of you and show you how well endowed I am.”
He roared like mad and had tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks when he read the ‘Ten Commandments’ as drawn up by Mona and JDB. He especially loved Mona’s club emblem.
Still giggling he rang Terri and asked her to contact to Kat to see if she’d let him call her or vice versa as he liked the sound of her. She agreed to do that and said she would call him back when she had a response, and warned him that they may not get one.
“If not I have an idea as to who she is on that forum,” said James. “Maybe I can contact her through that, seeing as you say you log onto it.”
“You can come over now if you want. Help me compile the email and you can check the forum for new posts.”
“If you’re sure that would be good. I recognise most of the names on there from various birthday cards I received. But then you would already know that.”

James had to wait twenty minutes for a taxi and Terri had already fired off an email to Kat. It was very basic and just stated that James said thanks and he’d like to get in touch, please would she email back. As James finished reading the sent email, one arrived in Terri’s in-box.
“Let’s see,” she said as she opened it.
‘Hi Terri. Thanks for your mail; I’m pleased that he liked the mail too. If I find anything else I think he may find amusing does he want to see a copy? I’ll gladly mail them on. Thanks again. Kat.’
“That’s it?” asked James. “Nothing about if I can get in touch?”
“Well, she’s said she’s willing to mail.”
“That’s not what I meant. Can you mail her back and ask her for her number? Tell her I’d like to thank her in person.”
“Say no more,” and she swiftly starting typing out the message and then sent it, after requesting an immediate response if possible.
A few minutes later, a message arrived in her in-box with an attachment, and Terri had James sit in front of the screen and guided him through what to do.
“Hard to believe you’re still a virgin at some things!” she smirked wickedly.
“Wow, another crotch shot pic! Where do they get them from?”
“Some are from pics they’ve taken or other sites, and some are from video’s and dvd’s.”
“She’s included her mobile number. I’m going to call her.”

When Kat answered the phone she sounded nervous, but so did James. He thanked her again for sending the stuff to Terri and they talked a little about the forum with its various odd thread’s. James told her he thought he knew her forum nickname, so Kat asked him to tell her.
“How did you know that was me?” she laughed.
“It was just a guess,” he giggled in return. “I just hoped it was.”
They chatted for a while longer and James agreed to keep in touch with her.

As soon as he got home, James switched on his own, very recently bought computer that he had hardly used. He knew he had an email address but before tonight had had no idea about how to send or open them. Terri had gone through all kinds of things with him and shown him how to search the net, and control his most used sites.
So, with Kat’s email address in hand, he began typing out a message for her, just telling her that she could contact him direct via his own email address. He also signed up to foreverdelayed.org.uk with a very unusual nickname. He couldn’t wait for his confirmation of registration to come through so that he could start viewing the ‘appreciation’ forum.
Over the coming weeks James and Kat talked frequently on the phone as well as emailing. Sean had been to James’ home to get the scanner hooked up and got James signed on with a webspace host and showed him how to download and post pictures. He had also managed to get James using his digital camera and taught him some things that he was able to do with a graphics and photo programme that he had bought especially for James. With help from both Sean and Terri, James soon became very proficient with his computer.

James spent quite a few hours on foreverdelayed going back through past threads and was surprised at the amount of stories that were on there. Nicky certainly had a lot on there with many of them being quite racy. He especially liked a couple that had been written by ‘Brogan Jay’ even though he did have problems picturing Nicky tinkering with a dirty car. The scenarios they managed to think of for sex made him smile too. It seemed that nothing was out of the question.

It was through one of the stories that he’d read that he found the link that Terri had mentioned that took him to another site, Manicsfantasyland, that featured various Manics things as well as fanfic. He giggled nervously as many of them were set around him, but they also had some with him and Richey; Nicky and Richey; him and Nicky and him and Sean. His mind took him back to some of the occasions that he and Richey had made love together. As he recalled them he felt warm inside and could picture his friend with that huge beaming smile that was so hot, he could start a fire with it. Richey – his one true love, but a love that was kept hidden.
Everyone in the media focused on the relationship between ‘The Glamour Twins.’ Richey and Nicky were just much more comfortable at playing to the cameras, whereas James tried to avoid the limelight as much as he could. Many of his happiest times were the ones he spent just cuddling up to Richey after they’d first woken up. That calm, settled intimacy that was particularly special as the mind and body re-adjusted and acclimatised itself ready for the new day ahead.
Those early morning moments were also important because they were some of the few hours in the day when Richey was genuinely at peace with himself. He possessed a serenity that couldn’t be described when he first woke up, and James had always thought that was also when Richey looked his most handsome and beguiling. Like a child Richey was constantly amazed at the dawning of a new day and the opportunities that it represented. At times Richey had a charming naiveté about him and that still made James smile in wonder. Despite everything that Richey went through and experienced he never lost his innocence; it just became harder to find.

James was snapped out of dream state by the ringing of his telephone; “Hello.”
“Hey there James,” Kat said brightly. “Have I disturbed you?”
“Kinda, well, you know. I was just, kinda thinking of Richey. I still miss the bastard you know?”
“I’d be more worried if you didn’t, I mean you knew him for a long time and were very close mates.”
“Yeah, I know. So what you up to?”
“I’ve got that time off work if you still want us to meet up? I mean, are you really ready for this? What if we have nothing in common or we don’t actually like each other, damn that would be embarrassing.”
James started laughing a little; “Kat we’ll be fine, stop worrying. We both have phone bills that prove we get along.”
“Hmm, you’re right, for a change!” she giggled back, and then in a more serious voice she said, “James can I ask you something quite personal?”
“I guess so, go on.”
“Well, tell me to get lost if you don’t want to answer but, well, you and Richey were lovers weren’t you?”
James was rooted to the spot in surprise; no one had ever asked him before. Only a very close circle of people had known it. Not even their parents had known about the pair of them. He could hear Kat apologising profusely in the background for being so rude and interfering.
“Yes we were,” he finally answered firmly. “You’re the only person outside the band and like, Terri, Phillip and Martin, who have ever known.”
“I’m sorry for being nosy.”
“It’s ok. Actually it’s nice to finally have it in the open to a degree. I always feel as though I’m betraying him because in interviews when I say I loved Richey, I don’t actually say HOW I loved Richey.”
“Well you can tell me about him if you want to. It’s up to you.”
“Thanks Kat. That would be nice. I do like reminiscing but the guys have heard it all like a thousand times.”
“Haven’t you ever told a girlfriend James?”
“I told one once and she kicked me in the groin, called me a pervert and then left.”
“Not a resounding success then huh?” she giggled. “Sorry I shouldn’t laugh but my sick sense of humour finds it amusing for some reason.”
James began to laugh too. “Actually it kinda was, ‘cos she was just getting ready to go home after spending the night, and she’d told me how great the sex was.”
“Not the best timing in the world then?”
“Well she asked me if she was the best sex I had…”
“So you had to open your big mouth and say, ‘well actually there was Richey,’ right?”
“Something like that yeah! I soon learned to keep my mouth shut.”
They laughed and chatted for a little longer before tentatively sorting out arrangements for the following weekend when Kat would be travelling to London to stay with James.
As they put the telephones back down, both couldn’t help but think that they were going to have a really good time.

James jumped when he heard the knock on his door. He had been completely absorbed in the newspaper he was reading. Putting the paper down on the sofa he went and answered the door. There before him stood a woman in her 30’s with long blonde hair, green eyes and a wicked smile, “Kat! You found it alright, please come in.”
“Thanks!”
James ushered her inside and when she’d put her bag down warmly embraced her, “it’s so good to finally meet you.”
“You too,” she smiled nervously. “I hope I don’t drive you too mad.”
James laughed with her and the realised that he was still embracing her, so backed off and, carrying the bags for her this time, showed her to her room, and then gave her a tour of the rest of his home.

“Damn and you can cook!” winked Kat as she ate the lasagne that James had made. “What other secret talents are you hiding?”
“Trust me when I say that apart from steak and chips this is about the only thing I can make.”
They got along well; no awkward silences or pauses, it was as if they’d been friends for a long while. As they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher they laughed and joked and tapped each other playfully.
“Fancy seeing what the threads upto today?” James smirked as he walked to the computer.
“Now that sounds like a good idea to me,” nodded Kat as she followed him. “Did you see the t-shirt designs?”
“They’re doing t-shirts? Boy this thing is really taking off!” James laughed as he accessed the site.
“Ohhh you’ve been pm’d.”
“Wonder whom by?” asked James as he opened it. “Ah! It’s from you, you little minx!”
“I figured that as you’d guessed my nick I’d guess yours. Thank goodness I got it right.”
“Can you see ok from there? Why not come in a bit closer so you don’t need to squint?”
“Actually I think I will,” she smiled as she shifted her chair nearer to James, and James smiled warmly at her as their hands touched.
“Now that’s so much better,” commented James softly, “I can see your expression now.”
Kat gazed at him nervously. The close proximity to him was distracting her and she berated herself for it. After all, she wasn’t a stupid teenager and really ought to know better.
“Seems the club is going to have it’s own note paper,” mused James. “This Michelle is very talented isn’t she? She does the t-shirts too.”
“Yeah, she’s a gem.”
James then went back to the main page; “Oh there’s a couple of stories, one with me and Richey and the other about me.”
“You going to read them?” Kat asked gently, “or does it make you think of him?”
“Makes me realise how much I miss him. Just seeing our names. Silly I know,” his brown eyes gazed at her with sadness. He looked like a little boy lost and Kat’s heart went out to him as she saw the tear start to form in his eye.
“James, you are allowed to miss him you know,” she whispered as she instinctively hugged him to her and comforted him. “Don’t be afraid to show it.”
“Thanks Kat.”

For a time she cuddled him until he felt he was able to talk, then they got some wine and settled together on the sofa and James told her of how things started with him and Richey and some of the fun times they had together. He also explained how hard it was at times to watch Nicky and Richey being lauded as ‘The Glamour Twins’ and the way the press constantly wanted to photo them. James ran through a whole gamut of emotions from raucous laughter to sadness and tears; but mostly he was happy because his memories were happy.
2 o’clock in the morning and still James and Kat were chatting, now though about football and other sports. The debate on boxing had been especially passionate and they had agreed to disagree.
“I want some pics of you at some point,” Kat giggled. “Further evidence for the ‘Crotch Appreciation Club’ thread.”
“How would you like me?” he teased, “naked or in my underwear?”
“James I’m shocked!” she feigned. “I thought you were a commando kind of guy.”
“There’s one way you can find out, isn’t there?” His voice was thick as he spoke and his eyes danced over her features as he took Kats right hand and placed it over his groin. “Well?”
“Either boxers or commando,” Kat beamed, deliberately not removing her hand as James probably expected her to. “It’s hard to tell with the denim from your jeans.”
Kat maintained eye contact with him and also kept her hand over him, in what was now a game of dare. Who would lose their bottle first?
“I can tell however, that you are certainly well endowed.” Her face was lit up as she noticed him wondering what to do next. “And getting bigger by the minute.”
“I think maybe you’re hallucinating,” sighed James as he shifted on the sofa.
“Is that why you need to get comfortable James? Things getting a little tight in there?” and she stroked him slowly but firmly. “Maybe we need to make some more room.”
“Kat,” James sighed heavily into her ears, “if you do that, you had better be prepared to go all the way. You are driving me mad here.”
Kat turns herself nearer to him and then caresses his face; “the feeling is mutual.”
James stared at her and grunts before closing in for a kiss. Their legs entwine as their lips meet and they sigh loudly, and James places his hands under her top and strokes her back, before one creeps round and pulls on a hard nipple, making Kat gasp.
“You sure you want this?” James asks as he strokes her face lovingly. “I can stop if you’d like.”
“Do you want to?”
“Stop? No.”
“Neither do I.”
“In that case,” he announced, “come on. Let’s go upstairs. We’ll be far more comfortable.”
Kat stood up and held his hand, “sounds good to me.”

“Hey sleepy, wake up,” James whispered as he nudged Kat gently. “Its nearly lunchtime, come on.”
“Don’t be so grouchy,” she blinked as the light caught her eyes. “It was all your fault that we didn’t get to sleep until late, as I recall.”
“All my fault?” he grimaced and then grinned as Kat nodded back. “Nothing at all to do with you then?”
“Nope.”
“So you didn’t start playing with my dick downstairs then?” he asked as he gave her sweet little kisses on her neck and earlobes. “Nor did you give me one hell of a blow job, right?”
“I merely examined your goods, Mr Bradfield.” Kat tried hard to keep a straight face. “After all, I owe it to the ‘Crotch Appreciation Club’ to do a little quality control and make sure that everything is in good working order.”
“And what’s your verdict, may I ask?” he said as his mouth began sucking harder on her skin and he felt her hand stroking his arousal.
“I think I need to do some more thorough examinations. Just to be sure.”
“I guess you’d better start then,” winked James.
“Now that, is a fine idea.” Kat said before pressing her lips against his as her hand continued to play with his arousal. James could merely murmur an incoherent response, as they became a tangle mess of arms and legs.

The end.

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