Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 23:55:36 +0000 (GMT) From: Nathan Me Subject: James 39 'James' by Nathan Email address nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nathansstories/. This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts between adults and children. If you find this kind of material offensive, if you are under the legal age to read such material or if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are works of fiction and any apparent similarities of my characters to real people are not intended. This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded, copied, printed or otherwise reproduced in any way other than for your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without express written consent of the author, me! I hope you enjoy this story. James: Chapter 39 James had never cried so much. Tom sat with him most of the afternoon, hugging him, much to Mrs Daniels disgust. The problem was, for some absurd reason, the police seemed to have got the idea it was her fault that dreadful child had fallen in to the river. Each of the children had been interviewed briefly. The centre staff and the school staff had been interviewed for longer. James had now been interviewed twice. The first time he hadn't remembered much as he was still in shock, the second time was at the police station. He and Alan Spiller, both physically tired and emotionally very, very weary, sat waiting for the officers to come back into the interview room. Alan placed a fatherly had on James shoulder and patted it a couple of times. He couldn't believe how unfair life could be to some people. This child had lost his mother, spent time sleeping rough, been raped and abused and now lost his best friend. It hadn't escaped his notice how close the boys, but especially James, had got to Tom and under the circumstances, it was good that the boy had someone he felt he could relate to. The officers came in and sat down opposite them. "I'm PC Thompson and this is Sergeant Banks," a tall overweight man in police uniform said. Had the situation not been so sombre, Alan might have commented on the fact that PC Thompson looked every bit like the Laughing Policeman, with his generous waist, rosy cheeks and wide smile. "I'm sorry to drag you in again James, but as you were closest to Sam, it is very important we get as much down as we can." "Ok," James said, his face red and drawn. "Ok, then. Tell me again what you remember and I'll ask if I need anything clearer. You were all hitched to the rope, take it from there." "Well, the path was really narrow and the river was fast so we all had to be on the rope for safety, but when we stopped, we saw Mrs Daniels unhook herself, so Sam and I thought it was ok. We both unhooked the thingy and sat down or stood waiting. I think Scott was talking, but we couldn't hear him 'cause of the river and other people talking. When we started again the path was even narrower and we were going really slow." "Did you, Sam or Mrs Daniels re-hitch to the safety rope when you started out again?" "No, I didn't and Sam didn't, but I don't know about her. I don't think she did." "When you undid yours, had she told you that you could?" "No. We just saw her do it and so we thought it was ok." "Did she see that you weren't connected to the safety rope?" "I don't know. She might have, but I don't know." "Who was behind you?" "Dean and then Chris and then Tom." "Did any of them unhitch from the safety rope?" "No." "Did any of them see you and Sam had?" "I don't think so." "Ok. What happened then?" "The path got so narrow that really, you were just moving from one rock ledge to another, stepping over the gaps. You had to keep looking down to see where to put your feet. I was facing the rock, my belly right up against it most of the time and I just followed Sam, moving from one foothold to the next. Then I hear Sam shout, "Don't push me," and I look up just as he is falling back into the river. All I can think is that I have to grab him, so I reach out and grab his coat, but he is too far over already and I just fall in the river with him." "Are you sure you heard him right?" "Yes." "He said, "Don't push me"?" "Yes." "Did you push him?" "No!" James answered, horrified at the thought. "Who do you think he was talking to?" "Er, Mrs Daniels. It had to be. There was no one else near him." "Did you see Mrs Daniels push Sam?" "No." "You're sure? Think carefully." "Er, no." "You're sure you didn't see or hear anything else?" "Officer Thompson, I think James is quite clear. I wouldn't want him to say something he felt he was under pressure to say." Mr Spiller said, staring with a raised eyebrow at the officer. "Of course not, Mr Spiller, but we need to be very clear about this point. I am sure you are aware that in a case as serious as this, the school, the centre and even Mrs Daniels herself are all liable if there is any possibility of negligence." Sergeant Banks said, speaking for the first time. "I do realise that, Sergeant." "Is there anything else you want to tell us James?" The boy sat for a moment, trying to decide if he really wanted to bring up the previous days conflict between Sam and Mrs Daniels. "Yes. Yesterday we went rock climbing and Sam and Mrs Daniels had an argument about some girls she killed." "She killed?" Officer Thompson asked. "Well, she was responsible for them dying and Sam knew about it and they argued and she called us names." He described in detail the previous days events. As the officers listened, coupled with the other statements they had heard and the fact that Mrs Daniels really did seem to have a grudge against the school for some reason, a picture had started to emerge. She was here not just in an official capacity, but to muck rake, to find something she could use against the school. However, she had herself become the problem and directly or indirectly caused the boys death. They got James to sign his statement and let them return to the Centre. James ran to Tom. Tom looked over at Allan and he just nodded. Right now, it was important for the child to feel supported and if he wanted to be with Tom, then that was Ok with him. Allan had been impressed with Tom and the more he saw, the more he like him. Saving Danny and now James, Tom was quite the hero to the children too. The drive back to the School was quiet. Mrs Daniels was not with them either. She had stayed back to help the police with their inquiries. As yet, she hadn't been charged with anything, but that didn't mean she wouldn't. Tom spent the rest of the day with Dean, Chris, Danny and James. They sat in one of the common rooms watching the TV until bedtime. James had just picked at his dinner, so Tom had asked the kitchen to make him a sandwich, which he left, wrapped in cling-film, in case James got hungry later that night. When Tom left, James stripped off and sat on his bed staring at Sam's. He couldn't bear being in the empty room alone, so he pulled on a robe, grabbed his towel and headed for the showers. He walked though the door, turned left into the shower area and heard a shower already going. Looking up he saw Chris standing there, naked, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He obviously hadn't heard James come in. James stood and watched the water ripple down over the boy's body. A couple of months ago, this would have had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, but as he stood looking at Chris, he felt his dick stiffen. His eyes followed the water from Chris's hair, over his nose, lips and chin, down the boy's firm chest and over the slight bulge of his tummy to his groin, where it split, part flowing over his smooth legs and part following his soft dick and spiralling off the end. For the first time, James notices a few dark hairs clustered at the base of the boy's penis. James himself had recently found his first two thick pubic hairs and proudly shown them off to Sam. Sam! James stood and tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Chris heard sobs and opened his eyes. James was standing there in the middle of the shower room in a white towel robe and slippers, crying. Chris stepped out of the warm flow of the shower and embraced his friend. He too was missing Sam. Sam had been like a brother to Chris and Danny and now he was gone. It was difficult to accept they would never see him again. James' head fell on his shoulder and they stood, holding each other, crying together. After a few moments, Chris slid his hands inside James' robe and slipped it off his shoulders, letting it slide to the ground. His hand s followed it, sliding over the soft skin, down James' back to his buttocks and then round till he found the boy's hands. He took them both and led James into the shower. They stood close together, under the warm reassuring flow of the water. As it fell on their shoulders, it helped to relax them and once again they fell into each other's arms. Chris pulled his head back to look at James. It seemed so long ago that they had met in the cinema. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on James' lips, then pulled back a little. He was still very unsure how ok this was, but it was what he knew. His gut churned with guilt, but he too needed comfort and here was James, also needing this intimacy. How could it be so wrong if they both wanted it? He reached down and grasped James' hardening shaft. It grew in his grasp as he slowly forced the skin back and forth. James so wanted to be close to someone. He didn't want to be alone and here Chris was, willing to be close. As Chris massaged his dick, he pulled the boy's face closer and kissed him back. He reached down and took Chris's dick in his hand and pulled gently. He ran his fingers round to the ball sack that hung below the boy's dick. Maybe it was the hot water, but it seemed to hang lower and the balls seemed much bigger than James remembered. Maybe they were just both growing up. He fondled the sack and ran the balls through his hand. He kissed Chris again, but this time Chris let his lips part and James' tongue entered the dark warmth and explored the perfect white teeth. He let his other hand rub the small of Chris's back, where a soft down of light hair tickled his fingers. Their torsos, tight and firm, rubbed against each other as the passion increased. The kissing became more fervent and the boys were lost in each other. Chris slid down and took James' hard dick in his mouth. He slid back and forth, slow at first and then faster and faster. He went right down to the base, forcing the full length deep into his mouth. His hands explored James' butt. He parted the cheeks and fingered the tight puckered hole. James tensed a little at first, but slow patience won out and after a while, James relaxed and let the finger explore him. Eventually he pulled Chris up and went down on him. He sucked on the pole and felt it stiffen in his mouth. Not only had Chris got his first cluster of hairs, but his dick, now fully erect, must have been almost an inch longer than James remembered. The boys masturbated each other until they came. Chris shot out several small spurts of creamy off-white cum. James came a couple of minutes later. His cum was still almost clear, but was definitely increasing in volume. Then boys both sank to the floor, spent. They let the water wash over them, removing the last drops of cum that had hit each other's legs. They sat, legs stretched out, shoulder to shoulder and felt better for each other's company. It must have been five or even ten minutes later when Big Tony came in for a shower and found them both there. At first, as they both had their eyes closed, he thought they were asleep, but when they heard him undressing, they both shot up, embarrassed, and startled him too. They stood, waiting for comment or criticism, but none came. He smiled at them and ruffled Chris's hair as he stepped into the shower diagonally across from them. As he passed, both boys couldn't help but stare at the big, no, huge dick waving around in front of them, and it was still soft! Tony laughed as he saw their mouths drop. "Sorry, boys. That one's just for the girls." They blushed and flustered, mumbled apologises and excuses. Tony couldn't help laughing at their embarrassment. He began to lather up and seemed to take great pleasure in taking time to lather his growing tool and balls. Despite his assertion that it was just for the girls, as they stood and watched, it grew to nine or maybe even ten inches and, boy, was it thick! They were both hard again, but weren't going to do anything about it in front of Tony, so they towelled off, donned their robes and left him in peace. Tony was used to the attention, from both boys and girls and his nickname wasn't just about his height and the width of his shoulders. They retreated to Chris and Danny's bedroom and as Danny was already asleep, James joined Chris naked in his bed and set about dealing with their still erect dicks. After Tom said his goodbyes, he had gone down to Alan's office. He wasn't there. He walked round to the main office and the duty staff told him Alan was in with Mr Chester. They buzzed the headmaster and told Tom to go through. "Tom, I'm proud of you, young man." Mr Chester said. "You and the children have been through hell today, but not only did you save young James, you came back here and have been here all evening, comforting him and his friends too." "I don't feel like..." "Of course you don't. What happened to Sam was tragic, awful and no one says otherwise, but it wasn't your fault and your response has been admirable. I'm proud to have you working with us." "Can I come back tomorrow?" "Well, you have work and the children will be in lessons, but..." "I don't think I'll be going in tomorrow. Why will the boys be made to go to lessons?" "It is important that they don't focus only on Sam's death. Mr Spiller and his staff will walk them slowly through the grieving process, but they need other parts of their lives to provide continuity and normality. Normality can be very reassuring. The teachers will make allowances for lapses in concentration and if it gets too much for any child, then they will be excused and one of Alan's team will be there for them." "Ok." "But if you want to come back tomorrow evening, then I am sure neither Allan nor I would object." He glanced over at Allan Spiller. "Of course. That would be fine." Alan agreed. "Ok then. I'll come over after they have finished their lessons." And that became a pattern. For the next few weeks, on Monday and Wednesday evenings, after he finished work, Tom made his way over to the school and spent time helping James and the others with homework or played with them in the common room. Each weekend he spent not just the Friday and Saturday there, but was often seen around on Sundays too. He took the boys swimming, shopping and on short hikes. He bought a bike and went cycling with them. No one forgot Sam. He was a frequent topic of their conversations, but as time passed, so did the knot in the gut every time his name was mentioned. The funeral helped with that too. As time passed, Tom began to take James out more and more, just the two of them. It didn't go unnoticed, but the school trusted Tom and when his complete CRB check had finally come through, it had raised no concerns whatsoever. Alan wasn't surprised when Tom started asking him about what he would have to do to foster James. They set to work making sure Tom knew exactly what was involved and started the application process, but said nothing to the boy in case it all came to nothing. For some reason, the initial request received no answer whatsoever, so they chased up the paperwork and soon discovered what the problem was, or rather who it was. Mrs Daniels was suspended pending a full investigation by the department. As James hadn't actually seen her push Sam, the CPS decided there was insufficient evidence to bring a prosecution. Her superiors, however, now had to take notice of the fact that she really was not suited to be head of her department and may not be suited to be a social worker at all. However, as in many bureaucracies, no one really wants to take responsibility for the less than pleasant duties. No one had the guts to just sack her, so she was demoted and placed on six months work probation and retraining. The Health and Safety Executive, a Government Authority, also decided to look into the accident and that investigation hung like a cloud for almost a year before they found that neither the school nor the Centre had been negligent. They criticised Mrs Daniels, but also decided not to prosecute anyone. In light of their findings, they issued yet another set of safety guidelines that were later criticised by both Head Teachers and Government Ministers as too restrictive, spoiling all the fun that children should be allowed to have. When she received Tom's application to become a foster parent, she just dumped it in the waste paper bin. No way was she going to let that happen. However, when her new boss received the follow up call from Allan Spiller, Mrs Daniels said she had no idea where the application was. A duplicate set of papers were sent out and this time, her boss, fully aware of her history with Tom and the school, handled the application herself. Although Tom was a young man, his CRB check was ok, his references were excellent: his boss, Mr Chester and Allan Spiller at the school and several character references, including one by a young lady called Sara Rousseau who seemed to be a close friend, possibly a girl friend, she thought to herself, although that certainly wasn't claimed in the letter. He had now been working as a volunteer at the school for several months and was, by all accounts, doing extremely well there too. It used to be unusual to grant an application from a single person and a single male wouldn't have stood a chance, but there were now so many children desperately needing placements and so few willing to take them that anyone was now considered seriously. She personally visited Tom's now finished luxury apartment in Great Portland Street and wished Tom would foster her. The bedroom Tom was proposing to give the boy was bigger than most people's living rooms and had it's own en-suite shower and toilet. Tom also had the financial means to give the boy a superior life. Foster carers got a small monthly Government payment, but nothing near what was really needed to raise a child. She checked out the local schools too, but Tom proposed sending James to a prestigious private day school. He certainly had the money, if that was what he really wanted to do. All in all, she suspected that this was one of those situations where after a year or so and all the normal assessments had passed, Tom would probably apply to adopt James. She couldn't see any real problem with that either. She passed the fostering application. More to come...