Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2006 17:44:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James chapter 17

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 17

Had it not been for the hand in his lap continually moving and groping,
James would have fallen asleep. The smell of the pizzas filled the car as
they drove up a tree lined suburban street. The houses were all detached
and set back in their own gardens: obviously a salubrious part of
town. James watched as each drive slowly passed by, some with large
cast-iron gates, others flanked simply by huge evergreen or beech
hedges. They turned into such a drive with large green hedges and, a few
yards up, a tall gate that began to move by itself as they approached. If
this was their destination, James thought, then it was well posh. These
people must be really rich. The car pulled up in a circle of gravel in
front of the house, but no one made a move to get out.  "Is this it?" James
asked his new friend, who was still fondling him.  "No, we're just picking
up John's son."  "Oh, ok." James felt a little deflated. He had hoped to
see inside the huge house.

The door opened and out came a teen-age boy in shorts and a scruffy
t-shirt. He opened the back car door and climbed in beside James, who,
having slid into the middle to make room, was now sandwiched between Chris
and the new boy. The boy looked at him, offered a weak smile and then
leaned back and closed his eyes. He seemed very subdued, almost weary. His
slumped shoulders and unkempt hair suddenly made James think that this must
be something akin to how he appeared to others after sleeping on the
streets. But this boy didn't sleep on the streets, did he? No, he was John
the driver's son. The other two boys looked well cared for, so perhaps this
was just how the teen liked to look? Teen? How old was he? Close up, James
thought he might be just thirteen, or even a big twelve or maybe a small
fourteen. Hard to tell. James was a smallish twelve and just about the
smallest in his class at school, but that was probably because he was also
one of the youngest. Some of the boys had stared their growth spurt and
looked about one or even two years older with pubic and some with even a
little underarm hair. A few, like James, were barely beginning it, still
completely hairless. James laid his own head back and smiled at Chris, who
had been watching him, still fondling him. Shit! Chris hadn't stopped even
when John's son got in. Had the teen seen it, was that why he had closed
his eyes? James immediately became very self-conscious and placed his hand
over Chris's, pressing to stop it moving around. Chris frowned and pouted,
pretending to be hurt, but then a mischievous smile crossed his face
turning him into the perfect picture of an imp.

Without a word, John had turned the car around and they were travelling
back through the huge gate. Back on the street they retraced their route
for a few minutes and then turned onto a dual carriageway and drove for
another ten minutes until John once again turned off into another housing
estate. This one was still leafy and green, but the houses were semis
(duplex). They were still bigger than James was used to though. They turned
into a drive about halfway down the short street. The house was red brick
broken up by a two-storey bay window. The windows themselves, and the front
door, were all brown UPVC. The space in front of the house was all paved
and two cars already took up most of the parking space in front of the
garage. John pulled in between them and turned the engine off. They were
obviously now home. The boys jumped out and Chris led James around to the
side of the house down a very narrow path between the garage and the hedge,
to where there was another half glazed UPVC door. They entered into a large
kitchen-diner that must have been extended beyond the back of the house and
the garage, because a low beam bisected the room half way out.  The
furthest wall was all glass, looking out over a large lawn and down to some
tall trees, but behind him was a bright gleaming white and black
kitchen. In the middle of the long room was a large table surrounded by
chairs and closer to the glass wall were a number of sofas and easy
chairs. A big room. John followed them in with the pizzas and placed the
boxes on the tables. The teen and Chris were already getting plates and
glasses out the shiny cupboards and Danny had made straight for a sofa and
switched on a huge TV. James stood and watched all the activity.

"Danny, go and tell your dad that dinners up." John said over the
increasing hubbub of activity at the kitchen end. Danny didn't
move. "Danny!"  "What?" The boy didn't even turn from his programme.  "Go
and tell your dad that dinners up."  "Ok." Slowly he extricated himself
from the low, soft sofa and walked almost backwards, still watching the TV.
"Danny! Today." This time the boy turned and ran, with a little skip, out
of the room to find his dad. "Chris, pour some drinks while I just chop
some salad."  "Okay." Chris had just put six glasses on the table. He
retrieved a bottle coke from the fridge and poured it into the glasses. He
put it on the table and realising it was almost empty, returned to the
fridge and got another bottle out and placed it too in the centre of the
table.  "Come on. Sit here next to me." Chris said to James, who was still
standing in the middle of the room watching everyone.  "Thanks."

John put a large bowl of mixed salad in the centre of the table and pulled
open the pizza boxes. He tore off the lids and tossed them over onto the
kitchen worktop. Then he and the teen, who had brought out plates and
cutlery and placed them around the table, sat down. Just then a bear of
man, big enough to almost fill the whole doorway, walked through with
little Danny in his arms, tickling the boy and making him giggle with
delight. Danny was pleading for him to stop, but the man had an impish
grin, strange for such a big man, but obviously where Chris got his
from. He tossed Danny around like a feather, finally dumping him
unceremoniously into a chair at the table and taking the head seat
himself. He beamed around the table until he settled his gaze on James.
"Well, who's this then? You didn't tell me we had a guest, Danny."  "This
is James, Trev, and Chris met him at the cinema and invited him back for
some diner. Seems like our kinda boy, too. Sat nice with Chris all the way
home."  "Well then, James, welcome to our home and tuck in, because if you
don't this lot will have everything devoured in about thirty seconds flat!"
He laughed and it sounded like a roar, but he was right.

As James looked around, everyone was already piling pizza and salad onto
their plates. He reached out and took a couple of bits of pizza, but no
salad. He wasn't really a salad person. Although the teen had provided
cutlery, no one seemed to be using it except to get the salad, so James
just picked up his pizza and began munching. Conversation ranged from the
film to football to the weather, but at no time did anyone enquire further
about James' background. For that he was extremely grateful and was slowly
sinking into a comfortable state, happy to be eating and warm and with
friends who just seemed to accept him, no questions. The teen was quiet and
his eyes barely left his plate. James guessed he was just the shy quiet
type. He was an attractive boy, in a melancholy way. More than once James
gazed up and realised that the teen was watching him. Once the pizza was
all gone, Trev offered everyone ice-cream: a choice of vanilla, chocolate
or mint-choc-chip. Almost everyone had a mix of all three. Dinner finished,
they all went over to the seating area, where the TV had been playing to
itself whilst they ate. All except for the teen that is, who, unbidden and
quietly, cleared the table, filled the dishwasher and put the rubbish into
the bin. Once finished, he came over and sat down on the arm of his dad's
chair. John reached over and groped at the boys crotch.  "How'd you get on
today?" His hand was roughly massaging the boy's genitals through the
flimsy shorts and he didn't seem to care that everyone could see him
touching up his own son.  "Ok." The boy's face and flat tone didn't change.
"He pay you?"  "Yeah."  "Cash?"  "Yeah."  "You got it?" The teen pulled
some rolled up notes out of his shorts pocket. John took them and passed
them over to Trev, who straightened them out, counted them and then nodded
at John.  "Well done. He ok? Pleased with you?" Trev asked the boy.
"Seemed to be."  "Well then, good. Seems like we have a new customer,
Trev."  "Should be a good payer too," the big man pushed the notes into his
pocket. "It's been a good day all round then. I think we should have a
little treat. Who'd like one of my special truffles?"

Danny giggled, but just about everyone grunted their approval of the
idea. The teen got up and went through into the house, returning a couple
of minutes later with a small brown bag. He walked around the room,
offering everyone a truffle, first the kids and then John and finally,
having taken one himself, offered the bag to Trev. James bit into the
sweet, halving it. It tasted sweet, but had an underlying flavour that was
odd, unusual and certainly new to him. He looked at the half he still
held. The centre of it was brown and soft. He popped that into his mouth
too and after chewing it only a couple of times it melted and he swallowed.
"Like that, James?" Trev grinned at the boy.  "Yeah. Thank you." There were
giggles from Danny and Chris and John also had a huge grin.  "I make them
myself. They helps us all relax and chill out. I'm glad you like them. Now
let's see what's on." Trev flicked through the channels until he found
something they all agreed to watch.

Soon they had all settled down to watch the TV and Chris had moved from the
sofa to the floor, stretched out on a fluffy red rug. Eventually, James
built up the nerve to join him and the two boys lay there side by
side. James felt a wave of happiness creep over him. It was like nothing
mattered at all and everything was ok. Danny had curled up on his dad's
huge knees, with his head resting on the man's thick arm. James thought it
looked strange, this huge bear of a man and the little boy curled up on his
lap. He turned to look at John and the teen and suddenly realised he didn't
even know the boy's name. The boy was now sitting on his dad's lap and
John's hand was down the front of the boy's shorts, still moving, but out
of sight. James was amazed at how blatant this was, in front of everyone. A
few minutes later he realised the teen was now sans shorts or t-shirt. He
hadn't seen them come off, but they now lay at John's feet, along with a
pair of trainers. There were no socks or underwear, so the boy couldn't
have been wearing any. James couldn't help staring as John massaged his
son's now erect penis. It looked almost 5 inches long and had a small
growth of pubic hair that seemed to curl out from topside, both to the left
and to the right, leaving a little bare patch in between. The man's hand
pulled the boy's foreskin back to reveal a purple knob and then stretched
the tight skin back over it. As he did, his hand cleared the boy's ball
sack and James saw it was almost hairless, with just three or four dark
hairs sticking out. It hung low, a lot lower than James', which almost
clung to him most of the time.

Despite what was going on around him, James was unusually relaxed,
'chilled' to use Trev's word. He felt something wriggle under his belly and
looked round to see that Chris had flipped onto his back and was smiling at
him, whilst pushing his fingers into James' waistband. James immediately
went red. A sharp intake of breath due to his surprise only allowed Chris's
hand in further and James swallowed hard as the boy's fingers slipped
beyond the elastic of his underwear. He froze, wanting to pull Chris's hand
out, but not daring to move in case this drew attention to what the boy was
doing. He made small shaking movements with his head, hoping Chris would
get the message, but instead the boy forced his hand in further and grasped
James already aroused dick and James had to stop shaking his head as it
made him feel a little woozy. Eventually James had to let out his breath,
but instead of a controlled exhale, it came out in loud juddery explosions,
only adding to his embarrassment. Chris was now watching the TV again, but
his hand was massaging the thickening shaft in his grasp. James closed his
eyes and hoped no one else had noticed. He inched close to Chris hoping no
one could see where the boy's hand was. The boy's nails dug into him a
little, causing a little jump and groan that he tried to stifle, but ended
up choking instead. Chris reached over and with his free hand patted James'
back.

"You all right?" Trev asked.  "Fine." James coughed.  "Pizza going down the
wrong way?"  "Something like that." James looked up at the man a then at
the boy in his lap. Danny was now naked, just like the teen, and Trev was
slowly tugging at the little boys pole.  "I gave him a fright when I
grabbed his dick," said Chris.  James couldn't have been more
embarrassed. Then men both laughed and Chris once again bore that impish
grin. Chris pulled his hand out of James' clothes and quickly removed his
own, lying down again, but now naked. He raised his eyebrows in invitation,
but James hesitated. James looked around at his hosts all seemly fine with
this state of affairs, as if this was normal, everybody did it. Maybe they
did, James wouldn't know, but he was certain no one had ever informed
him. He felt Chris tugging at his shirt and allowed the boy to pull it
off. Chris rolled James over onto his back and undid the button and fly of
his trousers. He grabbed them and James' underwear in one and pulled them
both down, having to pause to wait for James to lift his bum off the
floor. The men, Danny and the teen were all watching. James felt so
self-conscious as Chris removed his trainers and socks, and slid is
trousers and underwear over his feet. Why was he letting Chris do this? He
had a vague feeling that perhaps he shouldn't, but he felt so mellow, so
chilled that perhaps it really didn't matter.

Chris threw the clothes aside and rolled over so that he was on top of
James, lying on his legs, his head just at James' waist. Without any
warning his head fell and his mouth devoured his new friend's now fully
erect dick. James' cheeks couldn't get any redder as Chris performed in
front of his family. James swallowed hard and closed his eyes, enjoying the
sensations growing in his groin. However, even though he was more than a
little freaked by what was happening, a strange feeling that he didn't
really want to move or perhaps he didn't really care as much as he thought
he would began to disolve his apprehension.  He felt Chris's mouth slowly
travelling up and down, up and down, occasionally flicking James' swelling
dickhead with his tongue. The boy's hands had moved up to James' chest and
were gently tweaking his nipples in time to his sucking. James let out a
long sigh as he felt a surge of intense pleaser flow through him. Chris was
so good at this. It was far better than it had been with Tom. Chris seemed
to know instinctively what James wanted. The boy was amazing. He felt
something rubbing against his calf and realised that Chris must be rubbing
his own dick in and out between his calves. This seemed to turn James on
even more and he was now even gaining some weird pleasure from the fact
that they were performing in front of an audience.

A warm damp suction replaced Chris's hand on James' left nipple. It
couldn't be Chris, as he was still clamped to James' dick. James opened one
eye and to his amazement saw the naked Danny leaning over him. The little
boy flicked his tongue over his nipple causing shudders and James put one
hand on the boy's head to push it down and stop the tickling movement of
his tongue. It didn't work and shudders flowed repeatedly up and down his
body. A moment later someone was now on his other nipple too. He glanced
down and there was the teen, like a suction cup, on his other nipple. The
teen was resting on one elbow and the other hand made it's way around and
under James' thigh, lifting his leg, to reveal his balls. The teen squeezed
them and rolled them in their sack. He ran his finger up and down the seam
that led to his anus. James yelped in delight. This was all beyond freaky,
but James was beyond caring and let himself be enveloped in the ecstasy of
the moment.

More to come...