Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:04:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James chapter 31

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 31

James was woken up by Sam fondling him. They often shared a bed and had
occasionally jerked off together. Sam, realising that James was now awake pulled the
boy round to face him and planted a big wet kiss on his friend's lips. James reached
down to find that Sam's dick was already hard. He grabbed it and stroked it. Sam
wore a big grin. Because they were so close together, the angle was awkward, but
neither boy complained. They found a strength in each other's company and this
occasional release served a need they both felt. Sam took both their dicks in a single
hand and pushed and pulled between their bodies until James felt that amazing surge
of pleasure race through him. He came first, but Sam kept going. It was so intense.
James was becoming increasingly sensitive and wanted to stop Sam, but also wanted
to see what would happen if Sam kept on going. It was weird, because although it
hurt, it was inexplicably fantastic too. He didn't think he could stand the intensity
much longer, but then, James began to feel himself building up to another orgasm just
as Sam burst and shot over his stomach and groin. Sam started to slow, but James
placed his hand over the teen's and kept the rhythm going until he too came, for his
second time that morning. They lay facing each other until they realised they would
miss breakfast if they didn't get going.

Many of the children voluntarily participated in sports activities on Saturday
mornings to avoid the otherwise compulsory hour of private study. James was
shattered from running the full length of the football pitch so many times he felt he
had run a rut into it. However, it had paid off: they had won three to one and he had
scored two of the three goals his team had put in the net. Chris had scored their third
and final goal of the game. Most of the boys were heading towards the sports building
changing rooms, but James had realised Sam, who had been watching the early part of
the game, had disappeared.  He wanted to get up to their room to check that Sam was
Ok. Sam rarely smiled. James had caught the occasional grin, like this morning, but
felt that his friend was very unhappy and was definitely missing his dad. He paused at
the door to remove his muddy trainers and carried them up the stairs to his room. Sam
wasn't there either, so James grabbed a towel and made his way along the corridor to
the showers. They were empty, so he quickly stripped off his muddy sports kit and
pushed the knob on the shower to start it. The first jet was cold and he shuddered,
stepping out of the spray for a moment. He reached a hand in and felt the water warm,
as the contents of the cold pipes was replaced by the heated water. He stepped into the
flow and strained his face up to get the full blast. It was lovely. It ran through his thick
hair and down his back. It cascaded off his shoulders and chest and covered his
muscled abdomen, eventually finding his crotch and his penis where a spiral of water
escaped contact with his body.

Chris saw James skulking off and wondered what was wrong. Most of the boys were
heading towards the sports building to shower and change, but James was heading
back towards the main school building. He decided to follow. He stood reading a
poster about a trip to county Durham for an outward-bound activity weekend, while
watching James take of his trainers and enter the school. James had been a brick. He
had helped Danny out a few times when older boys were being too rough and he was
always helping Chris out in class. Chris, Danny and Sam had missed quite a lot of
school, but James seemed to love the lessons. His hand was always up and he seemed
to have ready every set book long before the actual lessons required it. The boy
seemed like a sponge, absorbing everything, but he wasn't proud or boorish. He was a
friend, even after everything that had happened at the house, he was still a friend and
Chris was concerned why James would skulk off. He removed his trainers and went
into the building, keeping a fair distance between himself and James. As Chris came
through the modern door with the safety glass into the senior boy's corridor, James
was coming out of his room with a towel and heading for the showers. Strange, he had
never been shy about showering with the others before. Perhaps there was something
else wrong. Chris slipped into his room and got his own towel and headed down to the
showers. He heard the shower running and the change as someone stepped into the
flow. As quietly as he could, he removed his football kit and underwear. He walked
into the shower area, where James was showering, slowly, trying not to alert James to
his presence. It was easy: James had his back to the room. Chris Saw James' head
over the low partition wall. He was alone, leaning against the shower wall.

James let the water cover him. His mind was still on Sam. Where was he? The steam
loosened up his chest and his shoulders began to relax. Suddenly, a hand on his
shoulder made him tense and turn. It was Chris. Chris rubbed his friend's shoulder
and back. He reached round and pushed the lever on the soap dispenser. He rubbed
the soap into his friends skin and James stood there and let him. Neither boy said a
word. James turned to face Chris and, taking some soap, began to lather his friend's
chest. They were similar in height and build, but very different in many other ways.
James had a straight nose; Chris's went up slightly at the end and was fatter. Chris's
hair was a little darker and, James noticed as his hands went down and encircled his
friend's erection, there were now a few short hairs sprouting from the base of his dick.
James pulled one of them and Chris said, "Ouch! Don't. That hurt." As he said it, he
squeezed James' balls playfully. That was it, what had started out as a tender moment
between friends was now an all out play wrestle. James got Chris in a headlock, but as
both of them were slippy with soap lather, it didn't take Chris long to slip out and
make a grab at James' waist. He couldn't get a grip and so made a grab for the boy's
dick. The play went on for a good few minutes before both boys collapsed in fits of
giggles to the shower floor. It was a good job that most of the boys were either still
outside, or down in the common rooms.

"What you doing in here?"  Chris asked.
"What you doing in here?" James countered.
"Followed you."
"Oh. Why?"
"Wondered why you weren't showering in the sports block with everyone else."
"I was looking for Sam. He disappeared sometime during the game."
"Was he up here?"
"No. I don't know where he went." James punched Chris on the shoulder. "Thanks."
"What for?"
"Caring."
"The way I see it, it's a good part my fault you ended up in this mess anyways."
"Don't be silly, Chris. It's not your fault. Things started going wrong for me when my
mum died. Meeting John and your dad is only part of it. I'm worried about Sam
because he has no one now and he has awful nightmares."
"I know. He's had them ever since I known him. He screams out in his sleep
sometimes, but you can't hear what he's screaming."
"Exactly. So he did that at home too, before your dads were arrested?"
"Yeah. He did it when he moved in. Scared the shit out of me the first time I heard
him."
"I don't think he sleeps properly either, cause he is always so tired all day."
"Maybe cause of the nightmares?"
"Maybe. Did he ever say what they were about?"
"Never asked. Guess it would have been too embarrassing really." Chris said,
shrugging his shoulders.
"Guess so." James turned to look at Chris, "Do you blame him, for calling the
police?"
"No, not really. He wasn't happy. I don't know what went on before he came to live
with us, but he was never happy being sent out to have sex with all those men and
sometimes they were violent to him and he came back with bruises and sometimes
even cuts and burns."
"I've see some of the scars and wondered about that. Were you sent out like that too?"
"Yeah, but not as much as him. Danny had a couple of times too, but that had only
just started. I guess because Danny and me had been doin' it with dad all the time, it
wasn't such a big deal."
"Oh, sorry." James stood up and began to wash the suds off. Chris followed suit and
soon they were standing drying themselves.

"I'll go have another look for him before lunch. We are supposed to be going
shopping with Nita this afternoon."
"Yeah? Me too. And Danny."
"Wicked. She didn't say how many were going."
"Did you see that poster about county Durham?"
"What poster?" James asked.
"In a couple of weeks they're takin' a group up to some activity centre in County
Durham for three days of hiking, canoeing and stuff like that."
"You want to go?"
"Ho, yeah! I think it'd be wicked, but you have to put your name on the list."
"Many on the list now?"
"Dean, Hippy, Scott, a couple from Sam's class I think and a about five names I
didn't recognise."
"Dean's going?"
"Yeah."
"Must be fun then. Where's the list?"
"On the Sports block notice board."
"You going?"
"I want to, but Danny's too young and who'd look after him?"
James pulled himself up and pushed out his chest as far as he could. "Big Tony, of
course. Go on. It'll be fun"
"I guess, if Tony says yes."
"Wicked. I'll put Sam's name up too. It'll be great. Do you think Phillip or Andy have
seen the poster yet?"
"Don't know. I think they kind of avoid me. I can't blame them, their well out of it
and they have every reason to hate me."
"I don't think they hate you, Chris. It's just not wanting to be reminded of what your
dad and John were doing to them. It's not your fault, honest."
"You're kind, James, but I don't think most people would see it that way."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. Remember, you were a victim too, and Danny. This is
your chance to start again too."
"I guess." Chris wrapped his towel around his waist, bundled up his dirty sports kit
and turned for the door. He took a step and then turned back to James. "It's just that
sometimes, when I lay there at night, I'm not sure that what we did was wrong." He
stared at James, hoping for some reason or sense, or maybe just something concrete in
this changing uncertain experience.
"I'm not sure what's right or wrong anymore. A few weeks ago I would never have
even thought about the stuff I've been doing. Now I think about it all the time. If we
enjoy it so much and we aren't hurting anyone, how can it be wrong?"
"That's what I mean, but the way people talk, even on the TV, it's like if I do it with
another guy I'm wrong; if I do it with Danny, I'm a monster; if I do it with a man,
he's a pervert and I'm sick. Whatever way you look at it, we loose."
"I know what you mean and I don't have any answer."


More to come...