Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 13:48:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Marks <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapter 14

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James: Chapter 14


"Green." The carpet was a vile green colour. "Why the fuck am I focusing on
the carpet? To take my mind of why I'm here." The clinic waiting room was
painted off white and the carpet was green. "Who would choose snot coloured
carpet?" It was that puss/snot colour and so were the soft cushion parts of
the seats. "How did you get fabric colour to so closely match the carpet?
Would they use the same dyes? Its just all chemicals, right? Is that what
they were going to do, pump me full of chemicals to test me, or did they
just take a blood sample?" The receptionist had just taken his name, the
false name he had given them, and told him to wait in the waiting room. She
didn't tell him how it would work, just that it was an NHS funded clinic,
and so the test would be free. She didn't even say what test. Maybe that
was in case anyone else overheard. Big on confidentially, these places, but
he had still given a false name. Tom gazed around the waiting room. No
window, two blank walls, one with a door and one with three bird prints
hung on it. Uninspiring, boring and nondescript. "Oh, bloody hell! What if
I do have it? Shit! What will I do then?" He rubbed his face for the third
time in a minute. He was stressed, worried and even afraid.

The door opened and a young woman popped her head round and called his
name, well, the name he had given them, as if there were any doubt that the
single person in the room must be him. She smiled and he got up and
followed her down an off white corridor, carpeted with the same snot
coloured carpet. "Must have been a job lot," he thought, "or perhaps a
contract job." She showed him into a small consulting room and left him
there. He hadn't even really taken much notice of her. Normally he would
have flirted with her, but stress precluded any such normal
pleasantries. He waited again, for about ten minutes, until a middle aged
man in a white jacket came in.  "Hi, I'm nurse Carter and I'll be doing
your blood test today." The nurse looked at Tom and asked, "Have you had an
HIV test before?"  "No."  "OK, then. We take the blood now and in about
four hours you can come back and get the result. The person who sees you
then will ask a few questions about your sexual activity and any drug use
so that they can give you best advice on what your results actually
mean. Any thing you say here is in the strictest confidence..."  He droned
on, but Tom wasn't really listening. Blood seemed to be beating his
eardrums, as his pulse raced, trying to escape before the male nurse took
it from his vein.

The nurse spoke continually, perhaps to try and make what was happening
less stressful, but Tom was having none of it. His pulse raced and he was
stressed. The needle went in with a small prick and little pain. The nurse
pulled back the plunger and took the blood. It seemed to race into the
small plastic tube. Could that really contain his death sentence? The nurse
checked the name he had given, wrote a label and wrapped it around the two
tubes he had squirted the blood into.

"Would you like a cup of tea or are you feeling Ok. I know some people
don't like needles and find this whole thing very stressful." He put a
small ball of cotton wool over the prick and used Tom's own finger to hold
it in place.  "No. I'm fine. Thank you. I'll probably just go and get some
lunch and come back this afternoon."

The nurse showed him back to the reception area. He virtually ran out of
the door and down the stairs back onto the street. A few people stared at
him as he flew through the door onto the pavement. He stood, took a deep
breath and began to walk down the street as normally as he could. Though,
this was not a normal day, not his normal routine at all. The paving stones
were cracked and old. They had been there, walked upon by thousands, for
hundreds of years. How many of them carried deadly diseases? He walked for
about twenty minutes, letting the stress gently subside with each step,
until it was a background throb behind the rest of his mind's turmoil,
until he found a small Italian cafe. James, Sarah, AIDS. His mind swam. He
ordered a cappuccino and a toasted teacake: he needed something
sweet. James, where was he now? What was he doing? Had he gone to the
Police? Unlikely. Very unlikely. Shit! Had he done anything to the boy that
could give him the virus?  Damn him anyway. It was the kid's own fault if
he had. How could he let a kid seduce him like that? His cappuccino came,
followed shortly by the teacake. He didn't even notice the young waitress
flapping her eyelashes at him. Tom was completely in his own little
world. He would have fancied her if he had not been so self consumed.

James sat on the steps below Nelson's column. It wasn't a very warm day and
he was still damp from the previous night. It seemed like just as he got
warmed up, the day started getting colder. He didn't have very warm clothes
on either. He had no idea what he would do if it got really cold, winter
cold. His messy blond hair felt thick and matted and desperately needed
washing. At least a Tom's he had been able to have a shower. No! He wasn't
going looking for Tom's place. He had thought about it a couple of times
and decided it was a none starter, definitely a bad idea. The problem was
all his other options seemed just as bad too. He pulled a roll of Polo
mints out of his pocket, released one from the foil, popped it into his
mouth and sucked. As he did, a strange sensation stirred in his
groin. Unbidden, motivated by his deep unconscious, he began to get an
erection. Thinking about Tom and sucking seemed to stir memories. They
crept from his unconscious into his conscious thoughts and he immediately
tried to dismiss them, but you could just dismiss an erection, he moved and
pulled at the front of his jeans to find a more comfortable
position. Suddenly he felt like everyone was staring at him, at his
erection. They all knew what he was thinking and what he was trying to hide
in his trousers. He blushed, his young cheeks becoming rosy for he first
time that day and then he knew that everyone would see him blushing too. He
stood up and pushed both hands into his pockets, hoping it would hide or
disguise his erection. Erection, erection, erection, erection! Stiffy,
boner, chubby, stick, hardon... he couldn't get it out of his mind. What a
pervert I am! He turned into charring Cross Station and made for the
toilets. Once in there, two old men, standing at urinals, seemed to turn
and glare at him. Obviously they knew why he was there and wanted to join
him. He ran into a cubicle and fumbled with the lock until it was firmly
secured, then he turned, pushed his back against the door and braced
himself so no one could come in.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. He unzipped his fly and pulled down
the waistband of his underpants. His dick sprang out, desperate for
freedom. He stared at it in amazement. He hadn't even been thinking of
anything sexy. He began to rub the foreskin gently back and forth, back and
forth, slowly, as he was already very sensitive. It was incredible. He
wrapped his young fingers around it and felt the blood pumping in. It
seemed bigger, harder than he had ever felt it. He increased the pressure
and felt the immediate reward. That now familiar bolt of electricity was
shooting through him already and again and again. He shuddered from head to
toe and slowed his stroking down to a more bearable pace. That was when he
noticed the noise. It sounded wet, like a squelching. He looked down and
saw some clear sticky liquid around the top of his dick and some of it had
covered the space between his thumb and first finger. He pulled his hand
away, wondering what it was and then he realised. He had cum, just like he
had seen Tom do. It wasn't white like Tom's, but there was certainly enough
of it. He had felt it get a little sticky at the end before, but never
anything like this. He reached out a pulled off a couple of pieces of
toilet tissue and wiped his hand, slowly. Then he wiped his dick, which was
still hard. He brought the tissue up to his nose and smelled his first real
boy cum, but it didn't really smell of anything and here, in a public loo,
there were so many other smells, like urine and disinfectant, that he
probably wouldn't have smelled it anyway.


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