Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 23:24:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Marks <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapter 7

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James: Chapter 7


The London Eye, a breath taking panorama; the cinema, a long film with
dragons, magic and murder; Pizza Hut, a large deep pan Hawaiian. Tom and
James were happy, stuffed and very tired by the time they reached the
apartment.  It was early evening, but James was already yawning. Not once
had they discussed the looming problem of James' future. Neither of them
wanted to think about it, nor spoil the fun they were having together. Tom
was developing a growing attachment to the boy and James was becoming
comfortable with his new friend. They were laughing at a childish joke as
they both collapsed onto the media room sofa, James landed on top of Tom
and they started laughing again. They were in that state of tiredness akin
to intoxication. The state of euphoria showed no sign of abating as Tom
started to tickle James, first under his arms then on his neck and down to
his tummy. James roared with laughter and wriggled, his bum squirming in
Tom's lap.

This had the effect of stimulating Tom and soon even James could feel Tom's
hard-on through his trousers. In their relaxed state, inhibitions were
reduced and James made a playful grab for Tom's crotch. It wasn't a sexual
come-on, just horse-play, but as Tom was an adult his interpretation was
very different. He didn't as much decide to do it, as he just didn't stop
himself: he reached round and grabbed James' crotch.

"Two can play at that game, young man!"

James let out a startled, but playful yelp and retaliated with another
attempt to grab Tom's crotch. Once again Tom reached round and grabbed at
James's, but this time held on and twisted the boy around with his other
arm until he could put his fingers under the boy's balls and massage his
penis with his thumb.

"Seems like he's about as excited as you are. He's gone all hard. I'd
better check him to make sure he's all right." He pulled out his hand and
began to massage the boy's stiff penis through the material. James was
still laughing, but something deep inside was telling him the rules were
changing. A seed of confusion was planted and he didn't know what to
do. His laughing subsided and he just lay there. He really liked Tom and
didn't want to upset him. He didn't want to go back to the children's home
either. However, this was something new. He wasn't sure what to do about
it, wasn't sure what he wanted to do, what he should do. Was this ok? He
trusted Tom, but he was still confused.

Tom was also confused. What on earth was he doing? Why was he doing it? Why
didn't he just stop, now? His rubbing became firmer and there was no
mistaking now what he was doing to James. He rubbed the boy's penis between
his thumb and index finger, his other fingers applying pressure to his
balls. He stared into the boy's eyes. James lay still and quiet, staring
back. The boy must be enjoying the stimulation. He was just lying
there. Tom looked down at his hand on James' genitals. If he didn't like it
he would say so, wouldn't he? Tom layered one positive argument after
another, building up layers of justification and excuses for what he was
doing, trying to bury the growing feelings of guilt.

Eventually he looked back into the boy's eye and asked, "You Ok?" James
didn't say anything, but after a moment he gave the smallest of nods. Tom
eased the pressure on James' genitals and then slid his hand up and under
the boy's tee-shirt to his flat young stomach. What if James wasn't ok with
this? How could he find out? His mind spun. He closed his eyes and laid his
head against the back of the sofa, his hand still on the boy's tummy. James
lay still, silent. Tom wanted to go further, but did he dare? How could he
be sure it was what James wanted and that he wasn't abusing the boy? Even
if it was what James wanted, was it still abuse? How could he be sure he
wasn't hurting the boy?

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a shower and an early
night. How about you? Want to join me in the shower? It's big enough for us
both." Well, there it was. The ball was now in James' court. Tom had handed
him the decision and where this went next, how far it went.

James lay still. Tom had just asked him to have a shower with him. That
meant being naked, together, in the shower. Was that better or worse than
laying here with Tom feeling him up? James still wasn't sure what he
felt. This was all very new to him. He desperately wanted Tom to like him
and he didn't want to do anything that would make him send him back. So, if
Tom wanted to take a shower, then that was what James would do. How bad
could it be? "Ok." He followed Tom up to the bathroom. Each step seemed to
be harder than the last. He wanted to stay with Tom, but did he want to do
this? What was 'this' going to be anyway? Confusion rose inside him and a
sick taste filled the back of his throat. He was scared, excited and
curious all at once.

Suddenly, Tom slipped half way up the stairs and slipped back, knocking
James over too. Fortunately they both landed in a pile of builders
dustsheets, but the tension was broken and both boys sat in a pile,
laughing. All the apprehension had dissolved and James stood up, looked
down at the prostrate Tom and said, "Race you!" He took the stairs two at a
time and had reached the top even before Tom was half way up. He opened the
bathroom door and walked over to the enormous shower enclosure. It
certainly looked big enough to take two, or even three people at once. He
used to bathe with his mum when he was little, but he hadn't done that
since he was about four. He showered at the swimming pool with other boys
and men, but they still had their trunks on. At school they all showered
naked after swimming or gym, but they were all his own age. This was new:
showering with a man, a man who had just been feeling him up. Well, he had
grabbed at Tom's dick first, but Tom had really done it. He hadn't heard
Tom approach because of the deep carpet pile, but he did feel the two
strong arms closed around him, across his chest, pulling him back towards
the muscled torso of the man behind him. Wrapped in the man's arms he felt
safe and began to relax again.

Tom slid his hands down to the hem of the boy's shirt and slowly pulled it
up and over his head in one smooth motion. James let his arms be gently
pulled up by the material, revealing his hairless armpits. Tom then removed
his own shirt and let it drop to the floor. He turned James to face him and
rested his hands on the boy's shoulders. "You are Ok with this, aren't you?
I mean... I'm not scaring you, am I?"

"No."

"No, you're not Ok, or no, I'm not scaring you?" Tom said through a squint
smile.

"I'm Ok, I've just never showered with a man before."

Tom rested the palm of one hand on the boy's cheek and smiled again. He
slid it down the boy's neck and chest, until it reached the waist of James'
trousers. He slipped his fingers in the waistband and pulled the boy closer
too him. He planted a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead and then looked
into James' eyes. A moist layer that made them sparkle softened their clear
grey blue colour. His fingers slipped around the button in James' waistband
and released it. One hand at each side, he hooked his thumbs in the
waistband of both the boy's trousers and his under pants and pushed them
down, bending his own knees till the trousers were around the boy's ankles
and his head was level with James' tummy. As he lifted his head to look at
James, he saw what he had a few minutes ago been playing with. James' penis
was erect and about three, three and a half inches long. Around the base of
the shaft were a few small hairs, slightly darker than the smooth almost
white down which surrounded them, but hardly noticeable unless you were
this close, close enough to smell the boy.

James rested his hands on tom's shoulders, to steady himself, and stepped
out of his clothes. He watched as Tom stared at his penis. It was strange,
because although it made him slightly uncomfortable, it also made him
excited. He felt the blood surge into it and it leaped up towards his
stomach. He could feel the pulse pumping more and more blood, causing it to
almost tingle. It was a very strange and a very new feeling. He was getting
more and more excited. His breathing was speeding up and he felt a little
dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment, but jumped when he felt Tom's
breath on his balls. Tom was only inches away from his dick! Oh, wow! He
had never felt anything like this before.

Tom struggled not to reach out and grasp the prize before him. He couldn't
believe that he wanted to open his mouth and devour James' shaft. The boy
truly looked good enough to eat. Each new desire, emotion, surprised Tom
more than the last. He'd never thought of himself as gay, let alone
attracted to children, but here he was. He forced himself to stand up. He
undid his own belt and flies, pushed down his trousers and underwear and
stepped out of them. He slipped first one then another sock off and stood
naked in from of James.

James Stared at the man's penis. It was big, a lot bigger than his. Tom was
about 6 inches long and quite thick. It stood straight out of his thick
bush of hair and below it hung a loaded ball sack. James was amazed at how
big they were too. He had never had the opportunity to examine a man's
genitals this close. A few stolen glances in toilets and changing rooms,
but he was so close he could smell the musty sweetness of Tom's body.

Tom moved past him and into the shower enclosure. He turned the knobs and
adjusted them until he had the temperature and flow he wanted. Then he
turned back to James and beckoned the boy into the shower. James moved
slowly towards him and stepped off the carpet onto the tiles. He walked
around the glass screen and into the shower. Tom watched as each step moved
a long slim leg forward and the boy's penis from side to side, until James
was standing right in front of him. He reach out and took down the shower
jell, squeezed it into his palm and rubbed it onto the boy's chest. He
moved his hand in a circular motion, lathering up the boy's chest, slowly
making his circles bigger, building up his courage. He took some more jell,
turned the boy around and lathered his back, the small of his back and then
his buttocks and legs.

James stood there and let Tom cover him with lather. His breathing was fast
because he was still so excited; confused, but excited. Every touch sent a
tingling sensation through his whole body. To start with he was again
apprehensive about letting this man shower him, but as Tom moved to his
back, a completely unexpected wave of disappointment broke that Tom had not
continued down to his now throbbing penis. He took it in his own hand and
gently moved the foreskin back to reveal the swollen red head. He squeezed
it and caused the piss hole to open. Every touch was incredible. He had
never been this turned on. At 12 years old, he hadn't known it was possible
to be this turned on, let alone because he was showering with a man.

Just then Tom's hand slipped between his buttocks and pressed against his
anus. James felt the gentle finger pressure against his hole. He held his
breath, expecting to be penetrated, but Tom moved back between James' legs
to his balls. He fondled them, moving each ball through his fingers and the
he stood up. He moved back round to James' front. He stared at the
boy. James' cheeks were flushed and his hand was playing with his own
penis, moving the skin slowly up and down the young, virgin shaft. "Can I
do that for you?" Again he gave James the opportunity to stop. He
desperately wanted to keep going, but couldn't bear the thought that he
would somehow hurt, damage or traumatise this precious young man, boy,
child. Raw desire overrode socialised guilt. He'd gone too far to stop
now. James didn't speak; he just gave another little nod. Tom took hold of
the firm but soft skinned shaft and began to move the skin up and down like
James had been doing. He held it firmer that the boy had and gradually
increased the pace.

James had jerked off occasionally, dry climaxing, still too young to
produce either pre-cum or semen, but this was very different. The firmness
of Tom's grip, the fact that it was someone else, not himself, and
excitement of doing something new, something dirty, something taboo, all
this raised the level of arousal to heights James had not yet dreamed
of. Tom leaned towards him and again kissed his forehead. Then he kissed
his cheek. Then Tom's lips touched James', parting to allow the man's
tongue to lick the boy's lips. Tom's tongue forced it's way into James'
mouth and flicked across his teeth. James let his teeth part and Tom's
tongue found it's way through to play with James'.  James had never done
this before either. He felt Tom's one hand still firmly massaging his
penis, but the other was now rubbing his back and pushing him closer to the
man, making their mouth to mouth contact firmer.

He felt something pushing into his side and suddenly realised that it must
be Tom's penis. Just then Tom's hand moved from his back and took James'
own hand, moving to Tom's penis. James pulled back a little, but Tom's firm
grip did not give and James was now touching a man's penis. Tom wrapped the
boy's fingers around his shaft and began to move them up and down. He had
felt James' slight resistance but was not so consumed by his desire that he
believed couldn't have stopped. James slowly moved his hand back and forth,
feeling the veins in Tom's dick as they moved under the skin. Tom groaned
with please. His own grasp of James' shaft was increasing rough as hell
pulled harder and harder. James grunted as one pull caused pain, but he was
amazed at what he was doing. He looked at his own hand on Tom's dick. He
brought the other up and cradled the man's ball sack in it, almost like
weighing it. Then he closed his grasp and realised that they were so big he
couldn't fully close this fingers. They were almost like eggs in a soft
bag.

Tom's knees were wobbling. He let himself fall 'til they were touching the
tiles, his tongue still exploring the boy's mouth. He pulled the boy
towards him and the water removed the last remaining lather. His tongue now
left James' moth, traced the boy's lips, chin and neck. He kissed the soft
neck and shoulders, down onto the chest and sucked a nipple. James' let out
a little gasp as the sucking tickled him. Then Tom gently bit the nipple
and James yelped in surprise. Tom carried on down the boy's stomach to his
navel. His tongue explored it thoroughly and then followed the line of tiny
almost white hairs down to James' crotch. He pulled back for a moment and
looked at the boy's penis, now hard and red, and then consumed it in one
motion. He sucked back and forth along it and felt James grasp handfuls of
his hair and heard him gasp once again. He explored the head and piss slit
with his tongue. He moved round to suck first one and then the other ball
and then back to the boy's shaft.

After a few minutes that seemed like forever, he leaned back against the
tiles and looked up at James. The child released his hair and looked down
at him. He'd never felt anything like this before, neither of them had. Tom
reached out and again took hold of the boy's shaft and at a fast pace began
to masturbate him. It was an intense feeling and James placed a hand over
Tom's to try and slow him but Tom moved even faster. The feeling seemed to
come from somewhere in his legs. It built up until James felt he would no
longer be able to stand. It felt like his dick was on fire and a series
muscle clenches signalled the start of his dry orgasm. Tom didn't slow and
it continued, become almost painful as James' legs did give way below
him. Tom finally let go. James lay on the tiled floor, spent. He had never
felt anything so intense in his entire life

Tom stood over the boy, now stroking his own adult shaft. He looked down at
the vision of beauty at his feet. Tom was rock hard; he had never been this
hard before. Each stroke was electric. He reached down and pulled the boy
back onto his feet. He took James' hand and once again folded the slim
young fingers around his shaft. He began to move them back and forth,
looking from his penis to James and back again. He knew it would only take
seconds more of this before he would explode.

James looked at his hand wrapped around the man's dick. It still seemed a
little freaky that he was doing this, but his resistance, whatever there
had been, was spent and he allowed his hand to be used to masturbate the
man's shaft. Just then several lines of white cum were ejected so fast, one
after another, that James had no time to respond and they landed on his
tummy and down to his crotch. His first thought was that this was gross,
but then an irresistible urge made him run a finger through the pool of
semen. He'd never seen it before. He knew what it was, but this was his
introduction to it, it's colour and texture. He looked up at Tom, who was
watching him, and still gently stroking himself.

"That'll be you in a few months."

James said nothing. Tom reached for the jell, lathered up over the cum and
washed it all away, once more taking the opportunity to feel every part of
his boy.

More to come...

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