Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 14:39:59 +0000 (GMT) From: Nathan Marks Subject: James Chapter 5 New email address nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk Please note that email addresses listed previously are no longer active and I no longer use the groups mentioned there. My stories are now 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 5 After almost half an hour of soaking in the warm water, James decided it was time to get out. He stood and let rivulets of water flow from his head onto his shoulders, splitting to run down his back, bum cheeks and legs; down his arms and off his finger tips and down over his chest, his flat little tummy, then down his legs, rejoining the rest of the water still waiting in the bath. He stood and watched two lines of water skirt each side of his navel and meet, then run down his groin and drip from the end of his penis. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back off of his forehead, and turned to look for the towels Tom had left out for him. He also saw the tee-shirt Tom had left on the chair by the door and wondered when his new friend had brought that in. He hadn't heard Tom come in. He climbed out of the bath and pulled the plug chain. Then he reached for one of the big fluffy white towels and wrapped it around his shoulders. Even wrapped around his shoulders, the towel still reached down below his knees. It was huge and thick and so soft. As he gently rubbed, it seemed to just mop the remaining water right off of his skin. All that was left now was his hair. He pulled the towel over his hair and began to rub. His mother used to do that. After a bath he would dry himself, put on his pj's, and then sit between his mother's legs. She would gently rub his hair dry while they watched TV. Although things were heaps better than just a few hours ago, nothing, absolutely nothing was going to fill the hole that his mother's death had left. Oh, mum! He walked over to the tee-shirt. It was white and as he picked it up off the chair and held it, he realised just how big a difference there was between a 12 year old boy and a full-grown man. He slipped it over his still damp hair, put his arms through, and let it fall full length over his body. It just about reached his knees and was so large. He flapped his arms and it was like angle wings. He looked round and saw his own clothes still on the floor and wondered what he should do with them? He rolled them into a bundle and carried them with him as he worked his way back down the stairs and along the hall to the lounge. Where was Tom? James wandered round the Lounge until he heard noises coming from a door off the multimedia area. He walked up the steps beside the fireplace and over to the door. Tom was putting slices of pizza onto two plates on a central island. He was standing in what looked like an almost complete kitchen, but with no doors on any of the cupboards. All the appliances were installed and working, but the builder still had to grout the tiles and hang the doors, which were still in their boxes leaning against the open cupboards all down one side. Already on the plates were steaming baked potatoes dribbling with melting butter and cheese. It wasn't that long since he'd had two burgers and two orders of fries, but James was definitely hungry again. Tom had a bandage around one hand, where he had removed the grit and treated his cuts with TCP. "Where shall I put these?" James held up the bundle of damp clothes for Tom to see. Tom hadn't heard James enter and jumped at the boy's voice. He dropped a slice of pizza upside-down on one of the plates. "Shit." "Sorry." "NO, no, no. It's not your fault. I was just focusing on not dropping it and didn't hear you come in." He flipped the slice over with a knife, but half the topping stuck to the potato. "Err, put you clothes over by that door. I'll deal with them when we've eaten." He picked up both plates, placed them on trays, took them through to the media lounge and put them down on a coffee table. "I'm a bit of a slob I'm afraid; I normally watch telly while I eat dinner. I'll stick a DVD on. What kind do you like?" James reappeared from the kitchen. "Oh, anything really." "Well how about Harry Potter? I've just bought 'the Prisoner of Azkaban'." "Really?" "Yeah. I've ready all the books so far too." "I've not read the last one yet." "Right, well then. Harry potter it is. Sorry about the shirt, but I don't really have anything smaller." He paused, could he say what was going through his mind? That James looked really cute in his oversized tee-shirt and nothing else. As the boy stood there the tee-shirt touched his tummy and was tented ever so slightly a little lower. Tom caught himself looking and quickly turned to concentrate on loading the DVD, hoping James had not seen him staring. They sat side by side on the long sofa directly opposite a 42" plasma screen. James thought it was even better than being in a cinema because you were sitting on a very comfortable sofa instead of naff chairs someone had spilt their ice-cream on! Tom handed him his plate on the small round wooden tray. James couldn't wait. "Slow down! The potato will still be quite hot. I'll go and get us a couple of cokes while the DVD gets going. I can't stand having to wait for all the copyright warnings at the beginning. I bought the bloody thing so why should I have to put up with them?" With that he strode back through to the kitchen to fetch the cokes. By the time he returned, the DVD had reached the main menu and he pressed play on the remote control. James had already demolished about half of his pizza, and was well into the potato. "Good job it's not a race or you'd have finished before I'd even started!" James laughed, but he still had a mouthful and started to choke, going red in the face. Tom patted the boy's back and handed him his glass of coke. James took a sip and swallowed a couple of times. "Sorry." "You don't have to apologise every few minutes, James. I'm actually glad for the company. It's nice to be able to share a meal and watch a DVD with someone." "Don't you have a wife or a girlfriend?" "No, not at the moment. The mess this place is in just now, I couldn't cope with the constant nagging you get when things aren't quite how a girl wants them. I've learned to deal with one difficulty at a time and believe me; you'll find out one day just how hard it is to keep a girl happy." "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is it hard to keep a girl happy?" It was Tom's turn to choke on his food. He wasn't quite expecting to have to explain his innuendo, especially to a 12 year old he hardly knew, even if the boy was sitting on his sofa almost naked. TOM! Stop thinking like that. But Tom couldn't help himself. He want to turn and stare at every part of James, slowly, taking him all in. "Well, I'll explain later. Let's just watch the movie for now." "Ok." And they did. When they had finished eating they put the trays onto the coffee table and sat back. It wasn't long, though, until James had moved so that his head was resting against Tom's arm. Tom just prayed that James wouldn't feel his pulse racing at the thought of flesh to flesh contact with him. Slowly, James' head slipped lower and lower till it was resting on Tom's lap and Tom was now worrying that James would feel his hard-on through his trousers. As the boy had slid down to where his body was lying full stretch along the sofa with his head in Tom's lap, the tee-shirt had hitched up so that James' legs and part of his buttocks were now on show. Tom couldn't stop himself, every few minutes glancing away from the film to look at the perfectly smooth thighs and bum. Finally, James rolled back towards the back of the sofa and the tee-shirt twisted up even further revealing the boys penis. James seemed unaware that he was on show. His penis was soft and fell at an angle over his balls. Tom stared unashamedly now. To hell with it if the boy saw. It was almost 2 inches long and completely hairless, about the thickness of Tom's middle finger. He couldn't believe what he was thinking. He wanted to touch it. Ok; as a preadolescent he had experimented like everybody else; that was just a phase that boys go through. But, as a man wanting to touch a boy, he knew that by society's standards that made him the worst kind of monster imaginable. He wanted to run, but was frozen in place. What curse had brought this boy to him? But then, what if society was wrong? He didn't want to hurt this boy, he wanted to... to what? Have sex with him? Come on Tom: get real. Wake up! Just then Harry pointed his wand at Snape, throwing him across the room, and James jumped further into Tom's lap, breaking his chain of thought. Pettigrew was revealed and they took him out into the night where Professor Lupin turned into a werewolf and James grabbed at Tom's arm, holding it tight for security. His grip tightened as the Dementors swooped down and tried to take Black's soul. Finally, when Sirius Black told Harry that it was so unfair that he had spent so much time with Harry's parents, but Harry so little, both Tom and James felt the emptiness that the loss of their parents had left in their lives. But here, now, they had each other. Tom thought he heard a quiet sob come from James and laid a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. He squeezed it and then let his hand slide through the boys golden hair. As the credits started, James rolled onto his back and stared up at Tom. "What will happen to me?" Tom didn't have an answer that James would want to hear. "I honestly don't know, but they'll be looking for you. I think for tonight, we just need to rest and start thinking about those hard questions tomorrow. I'll get you another duvet and you can sleep out here if that's ok. Or, you can sleep on a sofa in the lounge if you want more privacy." James looked over at Tom's bed in the corner. "No, here will be fine." Tom was grateful. He could see the boy from his bed. But he determined that was as far as it was going to go. There was no law against thinking, or looking: just DON'T TOUCH. He went and got the duvet, switched off the TV and DVD, and turned to watch as James curled up in the duvet, using two of the large square cushions as pillows. The he went over to his bed, self-consciously peeled off his own clothes, except his briefs and slipped under his own duvet. He stole a glance back over at James. James was watching him. What was the boy thinking? Did 12 year olds have sexual thoughts about men? Tom couldn't remember lusting after men when he was 12 so perhaps it was just wishful thinking. Soon James' heavy eyes gave in to sleep. Tom heard the child's breathing slow and deepen. Eventually he fell into a restless sleep.