Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 09:36:27 +0000 (GMT) From: Nathan Marks Subject: James Chapter 6 New email address nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk Please note that email addresses listed previously are no longer active and I no longer use the groups mentioned there.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 6 Troubled because he kept waking up thinking he heard the boy moving. Thinking, wishing or praying? But each time he looked over, James was still fast asleep on the sofa. The first time he woke up he had remembered the boy's clothes and gone thought to the utility room to put them into the washing machine. Some time in the early morning he saw that the duvet had slipped off and James was laying there, the tee-shirt halfway up his chest, naked and exposed. He went over and picked up the duvet, but just stood watching as James' chest raised and lowered. His eyes wandered down over the boy's smooth tummy and down to his penis. Dare he reach out and touch him? He gently covered James up again with the duvet to quieten his own thoughts, but they would not be stilled. Tom went through to the utility room to put James' clothes on a clothes airer to dry; then walked back past the sleeping angel and climbed back into his own bed, eventually falling into another tortured sleep. James woke to see dust particles playing tag in the morning sunbeams streaming through the windows. He lay silently for several moments before he realised that he was not in his own bed. A wave of grief surged through him. His eyes filled with tears and he rehearsed the events of the past few days. Remembering where he was, he turned to see Tom, still asleep in his own bed. What would Tom do with him now? James thought that the only options were for Tom to hand him over to Social workers or the Police. James didn't want either, but couldn't see what else Tom would do. His eyes wandered over the plastered ceiling and around the walls. It was so unlike his own home where the walls were covered with photos, paintings and his mother's knickknacks. On the coffee table lay a Sky remote. James picked it up and switched to the cartoon channels, flick through until he found the 'Jackie Chan' cartoon. The noise from the cartoon slowly brought Tom to. His eyelids were heavy as he had not really rested, but he forced them open, blinking in the bright morning light and turned to watch the boy, who was now sitting cross-legged on top of the duvet watching Jacky Chan kick ass. He liked Jackie Chan too and watched the program for a while, letting his mind go round in circles trying to think of what to do about James. What was the right thing? What was the legal thing and was that the best thing for the boy? Was he just deluding himself that there was any other option than to hand the boy over? The boy's laugh was innocent and infectious. Submerged in a fantasy world, James managed for a few moments to forget the challenges and problems that lay ahead. This time Jackie was saved by his uncle's magic. James wished he could do magic. He heard Tom laugh at the cartoon and looked over to see the man propped up on his elbow watching. He caught Tom's eye and said, "Hi." "Good morning. Did you sleep ok?" "Yeah. Thanks." "I like Jackie Chan too." "It's one of my favourites." They watched as the cartoon ended. "What would you like for breakfast, Cornflakes, Wheatabix or toast?" "Toast please." "Honey or jam?" "Honey." "Milk or fresh orange juice?" "Milk, please." Tom got up and walked through, still only wearing his white briefs to cover his morning erection, to make the breakfast. James watched as his newfound friend walked past. He saw the man's muscles ripple as he moved and wondered how big his own would get as he grew. As Tom passed, James couldn't help but notice how big the bulge was in Tom's briefs. His dick must be huge! There was no sexual connotation to his thoughts, just preadolescent curiosity. He wondered what it looked like and how big it was? Having grown up without a dad, he rarely saw other males naked, except when his class went swimming and those were just boys his own age. A few of them had sprouted a few hairs, but most were still baby smooth. Some bragged about their sexual exploits, but secretly James thought they were all making it up. He wasn't interested in girls. Sex was something to giggle about, but they were all curious. Another cartoon came on and his mind flitted away from his questions to the next 2D adventure. Tom, once he was in the kitchen, rearranged himself. He had not wanted to look like he was groping himself in front of the boy. Went through to the utility room and checked whether the clothes he had hung their were dry. They were. Toilet next, then he washed his hands and went back to the kitchen to make breakfast. Coffee and honeyed toast for himself and milk and honeyed toast for James. He brought it all through on a try, sat down next to the boy on top of the duvet and began to munch his way through his toast. He hadn't dressed. He was sitting, half naked, next to a 12 year old boy who was wearing only a tee-shirt. His own penis was rapidly feeling constrained, trapped by his briefs. He wondered whether the boy could see the bulge/ If he could, would he care? He drank some coffee and tried to keep his attention on the cartoon. James leaned forward to put his plate back on the tray and retrieve his glass of milk. As he sat back again he glanced at Tom. This was a man. He looked really strong. He again noticed the bulge in Tom's briefs, but dare not say anything. It would be just too embarrassing to start asking a stranger questions about dicks and sex and stuff. His attention once again was drawn back to the cartoons. After several more cartoons, Tom decided it was he got showered and dressed. He told James where he was going and got up. As he walked to the bathroom he so wanted James to have taken the initiative and followed him, but James hadn't. He stripped off his briefs and turned on the power shower. The fast stream of water pummelled his neck and shoulders, helping to release some of the tension that had built up there. He pulled down a bottle of Lynx shower gel and squeezed out a generous hand full. He replaced the bottle and began to lather up his chest, arms, shoulder, stomach and buttocks. He worked his legs and knees and eventually worked around his crotch, ball sack and dick. As he stroked the length he immediately began to get hard again. He thought about James, naked with the tee-shirt wrapped around his chest. He played through in his mind what he might have done if he'd had the guts. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, but neither could he stop. He ejaculated into the stream of the shower, but unlike his previous shower jack offs, this was intense, he just kept coming, and coming until he was so spent his knees buckled beneath him and he collapsed to the shower floor. He lay there for ages, waiting for his strength to rebuild. He was sweating like a pig. Eventually he was able to stand again, exhausted, but strong enough to stand. He showered again to remove the sweat, but he was spent, physically and emotionally. He stepped out the shower just as James walked into the bathroom to use the toilet. He looked at the boy, then at the towel on the rail. He had to walk across the room naked to reach it, with James there watching. He started to get hard again. James stood for a moment, watching Tom walk naked across in front of him. Well, that answered his question about how big it was and he watched it got longer and thicker. "Sorry, I just wanted to wee." "Go ahead. We're all boys here." Tom sounded a lot calmer than he felt. He strode over and picked up a towel and began drying himself. He half turned so that he could watch James as he lifted the toilet seat, pulled up the front of the tee-shirt and began to urinate. Damn, he was hard again, but he dare not do anything about it with James in the room. He slowly dried himself, deliberately taking his time, wanting James to see him naked. The boy finished and gave it a shake, flushed and walked over to the sink to wash his hand, taking another sidelong glance at his host. Tom was drying his hair, so the rest of him was completely visible and James' curiosity got the better of him He couldn't help but stare at tom's now fully erect penis. He suddenly felt completely inadequate, scared, confused and embarrassed. He was scared in case Tom caught him looking, but that didn't stop him looking. He wondered, doubted he'd ever be that big. "You're clothes are washed and dry. They're in the utility room off the kitchen." "Thanks." With that James hurriedly made his way out of the bathroom and back down to the kitchen. For some reason it suddenly seemed important to be dressed before Tom got back downstairs. Was it embarrassment at his prepubescent body? James didn't know, just he didn't want Tom to see him naked. He didn't want Tom to compare their bodies and see just how much of a child he really was. He needed Tom. He needed Tom to keep on being nice to him. Tom went to his dressing room and got dressed. So far he'd played with the idea, but done nothing wrong. He was still struggling to come to terms with this confusing twist to his own sexuality. By the time he reached the media lounge, James was dressed and back in front of the plasma screen watching cartoons. Tom looked at the clock: it was a little after ten. Tom sat down next to James and tried to bring his thoughts into some order. It was Saturday morning and he rationalised that although people would be looking for James, little would really be done over a week end. He could justifiably look after the boy till Monday and hand him over then, maybe. There was no way anyone would let a 23 year old single male keep a 12 year old boy. It was just a case of how long he could put off facing up to the reality of the situation. Shit! "Well, seeing as it's Saturday, why don't we go out and do something fun/" "Really/ Like what?" "Oh, I don't know. How about the London Eye?" "Ho, yeah. I've been on that and it's great. You can see all over London from the top." "Right the, that's settled. We'll do the Eye and then get something to eat and decide what to do with the rest of the day." James was delighted that Tom made no reference to the real problem: what to do with him. It seemed they were just going to have some fun. They took the underground to the south side of the river and made their way to the BA ticket office. Tom always thought it strange that a giant Ferris wheel in the middle of London was managed by British airways. They queued to get tickets and then went out to queue to board. Each 'pod' took a dozen or so people. They boarded and almost immediately began to climb. Soon they were pointing out the sights to each other; Hoses of Parliament, Nelson's Column, Buckingham Palace and all the way down to Canary Wharf, Greenwich and the Dome. Tom had brought his digital camera and took some photo's of James, then showed James how to use it and James took some of him. A Japanese man insisted that they should let him use the camera to take some of them together. The man thought they were father and son. James felt a surge of warmth flood through him as the unrealistic hope that it could be so was born. Lunch was MacDonald's: James' choice and then they walked across the bridge and along the embankment, trying to decide what to do next. It was unanimous: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire had recently been released and so they would go see that in the West End. More to Come...