Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 15:47:06 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James chapter 30

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 30

"Ok. So that's this Saturday for the induction and then Friday and Saturday for the
next two months." He listened to the instructions. "Yeah, got that. Is that just for the
induction or the same time each day?" Tom made a note of the times and dates in his
organiser. "When's that? Overnight? Ok. Yes." How had he gotten into this? Now he
was agreeing to not only the time at the school, but a weekend trip to County Durham
for an activity break for twenty kids. He crossed that weekend off in his organiser and
placed a reminder in outlook on his work PC. He had received a virtual book of rules
and regulations from the school that morning and glancing through it, almost every
form of interaction with the kids was dictated by the rules. Parts seemed like military
rules of engagement, as if the author thought working with kids was some kind of
war; the rest was seemingly based on paranoia. What happens if little Johnny gets
sudden measles while digesting a poisonous berry, during an English exam in the
school pool! Well, much of it seemed that ridiculous and prescriptive. Shit, his work
contract for an international money trading company worth billions was shorter than
this manual. He logged off his PC, picked up his briefcase and sports bag and made
his way through to Neil's office. He had allowed Neil to talk him into going to a
barbeque at on of Neil's neighbours. Neil was just packing his briefcase. They made
small talk as they rode down the escalator and walked out into a busy London. Tom
rehearsed the phone call from the school as they walked to the tube station. The tube
ride was the usual crush and by the time they reached Neil's house, Tom was ready
for the bottle of Bud Neil offered him. He had brought a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and
used their guest room to change in.

"Before we go, Anne and I have some news we're going to announce tonight."
Tom raised his eyebrows as a question.
"That guest room will soon have to be redecorated as a nursery. Anne's pregnant."
Neil sat there with a huge silly grin and Anne came and put her arms over the back of
the easy chair and round his neck.
"Fantastic." Tom felt genuinely happy for them.  He knew they had been talking
about it for a while because Neil had mentioned it during one of their heart to hearts.
"When?"
"I'm just eight weeks, so in another seven months." She beamed.
"Well, congratulations." Tom said as he raised his Bud in salutation. He wasn't sure
what else to say, but he was saved by Anne bustling them out, Neil carrying a bowl of
pasta and Tom issued with a huge bowl of salad. They walked the fifty yards to the
barbeque venue and Anne, who was carrying a tray of shish kebabs, somehow
managed to free one hand to ring the bell. A woman in her mid forties answered the
door. She was dressed in jeans, a yellow t-shirt and sandals and wore her greying
brown hair pulled back into a bun.
"Neil, Anne, come in. Oh you really shouldn't have. Thank you."
"Least we could do Pat." Anne offered.
"And this must be Tom?" She held out a hand to Tom and a moment of confusion
followed, as he wasn't quite sure whether she wanted the bowl of salad or was trying
to shake his hand. The ice was broken and having finally taken the salad from him,
she sued them through and out onto the little patio behind the semi-detached suburban
house.

There must have been about twenty adults and almost as many children of varying
ages. As Neil and Anne introduced Tom around, two people Tom knew vaguely from
his work, a few were from the company Anne and Pat both worked for and the rest
were from their church. It seemed that Pat and Neil and Anne all went to the same
church. Pat was a single mother, her husband having run off ten years earlier with an
airline stewardess. Pat had two boys, Ryan who was just ten and Adrian who was
thirteen. Their proud mother pointed to two boys who were squirting each other and
their friends with enormous super-soaker water guns. There seemed to be about a
dozen children with water pistols and guns of varying sizes. Occasionally the water
reached the patio, much to the apparent amusement of the adults. Tom thought
someone might get angry, but the adults must all have been used to the riotous
behaviour, as they didn't seem at all phased by it. In fact two of the men had wrestled
guns from a couple of the children and were fighting back. It was organised chaos, but
everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Tom loaded his plate with a chicken drumstick and a couple of Anne's kebabs and
found himself a seat near the edge of the patio. He thought that by hiding almost in
the middle of a fuchsia bush he would be able to avoid the barrage of questioning that
accompanied first contact with a new group of people. He was wrong, but eventually
he seemed to have met and explained who he was to everyone that Neil or Anne
hadn't already introduced him to. Finally he got sit and eat and watch the kids
playing. As he watched he realised that most of them were soaking wet and their t-
shirts and short were clinging to them, defining their torsos and even, in some cases,
their crotch. A boy of about fourteen, who was apparently called Steve, seemed to be
the dominant leader of the group and assigned the others into three groups whose sole
aim seemed to be to soak the other teams, which they all did and got very excited in
the process. Steve was a big lad and obviously strong as he frequently resorted to
physically picking other children up or wrestling them to the ground. Adrian was also
obviously excited. His white shorts were tented as Steve pinned him down. He could
see the boy's underwear through the wet shorts. The boy was solidly built and the
almost translucent white and red t-shirt defined his chest beautifully. His little brother,
Ryan, had stripped down to a pair of dark blue Speedos, as had a couple of other boys,
and seemed oblivious to the almost constant stream of water shot at him. The laughter
and smiles were infectious and Tom found himself smiling, as well as hard. He had to
adjust himself surreptitiously, desperately not wanting the other adults here to know
what he was thinking. The kids that didn't have guns were using cups and buckets of
water and one dark haired boy, who had already thrown off his own soaking t-shirt,
seemed obsessed with soaking the same girl with pigtails each time he refilled his
plastic beaker. Another little girl of perhaps seven thrust her water pistol into Tom's
lap as she ran past saying she needed the toilet. As soon as the children saw he had a
gun he also became a target and felt he had no choice but to fire back. He was soon
out of his chair and as wet as the kids.

Steve took great delight at having someone a little bigger than he was to charge at and
several time actually managed to knock Tom over. Steve and Adrian pinned him
down and squirted water straight into his face. Steve was then attached by a couple of
the girls and stood to chase them, leaving just Adrian sitting on Tom's chest. Tom
heaved up and threw the youngster sideways, rolling over till he had the boy pinned
down, a hand on each elbow and sitting high on his chest.
"Do you surrender?"
"Never!"
"Then suffer the consequences." Tom pointed his pistol at the boy's face, but when he
depressed the trigger nothing happened. The pistol was empty. Adrian laughed. Tom
threw the gun away and grabbed both of the boy's wrists in one hand and stretched
them high above his head, pinning them to the grass. He reached down to one armpit
and mercilessly began to tickle the teen. Adrian screamed with laughter and writhed
frantically beneath his adult captor.
"Had enough?"
"No retreat: no surrender!" The boy seemed determined not to give in. Tom tickled
him again until Adrian cried tears of laughter. Tom released his hands and slid down
from the boy's chest till he was sitting over his waist. Through his jeans he could feel
that the teen was still hard, so he tempted fate and slid back again, forcing the young
erection down. He watched as Adrian took a deep breath. The boy just lay there
watching him and Tom, for the briefest of moments thought he detected a glint, an
invitation. Whatever, it was nothing he could pursue here. He rocked back onto his
feet and stood up, winking at the teen. His playtime was over and he needed to get
back to the adults.

By the time he retreated to his chair by the fuchsia bush he was completely soaked.
Neil came and sat beside him.
"Well, it seems that you do get on with kids ok. You are absolutely soaked."
"You're not totally dry yourself. I saw you picking up that gun and firing at some of
the kids."
"Just getting in some practice for when ours is born. Anne told everyone while you
were wrestling with young Adrian at the bottom of the garden. Pat says he can be a bit
of a handful."
"I bet. He's quite strong. He almost managed to throw me off him." As they were
talking he noticed that many of the families were packing up to go home. Pat was
saying good-bye to them. Some were helping to tidy up and a few children were still
chasing round the garden. Anne was carrying the remaining food into the kitchen and
Tom couldn't help wondering if he would ever have any children of his own.

Pat came over and slumped into a chair next to Neil.
"Well, I really must be mad. I know how much work these things take, but I do so
enjoy having everyone round."
"It was wonderful, Pat, thank you for having me."
"You're welcome, Tom. Though, by the look of you, you're wet through and through.
How did you manage to stay dry, Neil?"
"Good strategic placement behind one of your oaks, Pat"
"Well, Tom seemed to get the worst of it from them all at one point or another. Dare
say you could do with a towel. You were very brave to go out there, Tom. Mind,
anyone who can get the best of our Adrian is welcome back any time." She said as the
boy in question came up the steps onto the patio. He was soaked and filthy. Grass and
mud caked on his shorts and a smear of mud across his cheek made the boy look as if
he had been trying to camouflage himself.

"Adrian, take Tom upstairs and find him a towel. Mind, both you take your shoes of
before you go on the carpet."
"I'm ok, Pat, honest."
"Nonsense, Tom. I'll not have you catching your death. I'm afraid I don't have any
clothes for you to change into, but the least I can do is let you get a bit dry."
"Thanks, I have a change at Neil's."
"Well, then, Neil go and get his things while he goes upstairs and dries off."
"Are you always this take charge, Pat?"
"With two boys to bring up, Tom, I have to be." They all laughed and as Neil went to
fetch Tom's sports bag with his work clothes in, Adrian led Tom into the house.
Walking through the kitchen Anne collared him to ask how he had enjoyed the
barbeque. The boy waited patiently for the conversation to end, occupying himself
picking bits of food from the various bowls on the kitchen counter. By the time they
finished talking and Adrian had shown Tom to the stairs, Neil had returned with his
sports bag. Adrian and Tom took off their trainers and went up to what was obviously
the boy's bedroom, with a double bed and a PC, football posters and a signed top.

Adrian left him there and disappeared for a moment, returning with a couple of bath
towels. Tom rubbed his hair, watching the teen watching him. He smiled sheepishly,
remembering the incident in the garden. Had he imagined it? The young teen stood
facing the man, about five feet apart, and shamelessly peeled off his t-shirt, shorts and
underpants. He picked his towel up off the bed and began drying his arms and then his
back, seemingly making sure that his front remained exposed and as Tom watched,
the boy's penis sprang into life. It was maybe four or four and a half inches long, with
a little brown hair at its base, and the effect on Tom was almost instant. He was sure
that even through his jeans, the boy could see he also had an erection. Tom slowly
peeled his own t-shirt up and off. He slowly undid each button in his jeans fly and
then rolled them down his legs. He stepped out of them and stood facing the boy, now
wearing only his boxers and socks. He held the shirt and jeans not quite sure where to
put them down. He pulled the dry things out of his bag and pushed the wet clothes in.
Should he take off his boxers? They were soaked too and would soak through his suit
trousers if he didn't.

He slipped his fingers in the waistband and slipped them off, watching to see how
Adrian would react. He sensed that same sharp intake of breath he had noticed in the
garden. The boy was now holding his towel with one hand and was touching himself
with the other. Tom was so hard he wanted to do it too. He stretched his foreskin out
and stroked one long stroke back to reveal the bulging head.  The boy couldn't take
his eyes of it. Adrian was masturbating faster and faster and Tom began to match the
youth's speed, occasionally looking up to see if Adrian was looking at him or still at
his dick. The boy seemed to alternate between staring at his face and his adult dick.
Tom wanted to reach out and touch, but dared not. He was terrified of what would
happen if someone came in now, but that only made him even more excited. He heard
the teens breathing speed up to a pant and saw his body go rigid and then convulse as
he exploded one, two three, four jets of thin creamy liquid onto the bedroom carpet.
Tom sped up to bring himself to climax too, closely watched by Adrian, and soon
ejaculated a steady stream of thick creamy cum. The first flow almost reached the
boy, who gasped at the quantity Tom put out. Spent they both finished drying
themselves, carefully watching the other, and then dressed.
"Don't tell mum, will you?" The boy sounded worried. Tom wiped his cum up with
his wet t-shirt and, rolling it up, put it back in his bag.
"Of course not. You ok with what we just did? I mean, did you like it?" He watched
the teen thinking.
"I guess, but please don't tell my mum. She wouldn't be ok with it at all."
"Ok then: just our secret." He patted Adrian on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Adrian reached out a hand and patted him back. They smiled at each other and then
Tom made his way back down to the adults.



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