Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 18:31:16 GMT From: Jamie Subject: Chris-and-Jamie Chapter 1 (more to follow) Chris and Jamie Chapter 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey, the normal stuff: don't read if you're under 18, or if this stuff isn't legal. If you don't like homosexual relationships you won't like this story. Comments are always welcome: virus@dial.pipex.com Hi, My name's James and guess what? I'm gay. I've been gay my whole life. Realisation hit about two years ago when I was 11. Acceptance happened about two months ago. It's a scary thing, coming out to everyone around you, but I survived. Anyway, enough of the boring bits. Let's cut to the chase. Literally. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ `James! Are you up yet?' My Mom almost screamed from downstairs. I awoke slightly from the sleep that I had drifted back into since the last time she shouted and my sub-conscious decided that I had better get up. Against my better judgement I stumbled out of bed, pulled on my uniform (what is it with English schools and uniforms?) and staggered down the stairs. A half-hour later I was standing outside the Headmaster's office. No, this wasn't because I had broken one of the school's 6311 rules; I was here to show a new kid around. Soon the kid came out of the Headmaster's office. He was introduced to me as "Christopher Walker", and boy was he good-looking. Standing roughly 5ft 11", with deep blue eyes and mousy blond hair. I knew those eyes were gonna give me some trouble; I could get lost in them for years! `James!' I was woken from my daydream suddenly as the Headmaster clapped a rough hand on my shoulder. `Would you like to show Mr Walker around the school and then take him back for 2nd Period? Christopher comes to us from a school in Washington DC, I hope you will help him to fit in.' I couldn't think of anything I would rather do. A whole period alone with the cutest guy I had ever met -- yippee! For 50 minutes I walked around the grounds with him and explained everything. St. Matthew's College lies nestled atop a small hill in the cathedral city of St. Matthew. The College owns the land down into the valley and up the other side to where the magnificent Cathedral Church of St. Matthew's stands. Today the Cathedral's main tower is flying the Union Jack and Chris stands gazing at it for a minute. `What?' I asked. `Nothing. It's just that England is SO different to America.' He replied `This school isn't.' I found out that he was originally from Washington DC, and had moved here a few weeks ago because his Mom had got herself a job here near the city. We soon grew to be best friends and started to go places together. Not as in a date, but as friends. With every day that went by I was falling in love with him deeper. This wasn't just an infatuation; this was love! I loved everything about him. His body was just perfect, and his hair was brushed so that it neatly fell over his forehead. But the things that got me most were his eyes. Those deep blue orbs that I just fell into every time I looked at him. The day before October's half term, the phone rang. I knew it was Chris because it didn't ring as seductively as that for anyone else (boy was I gone on him!). `Hey Jamie.' I loved it when he called me that. This boy could get me to do anything for him by just looking into my eyes and calling me Jamie. `Look I need to ask a favour. My Parents are going back to the States for a week and I really don't wanna go with them. I know that it's a bit long but could I...' `Sure!' I said. Cutting him off. `I'll just go tell my Mom.' `Thanks a lot, Jamie, see you tomorrow.' He rang off and I jumped for joy. I was even more ecstatic that my parents said that he could stay. One whole week with Chris, I couldn't believe it. `But only...' They chorused. `...If your room is tidy.' The excitement ended there. I looked up from the bed, on which I had fallen after coming back from informing my parents, and saw that my room was a complete mess. I shuddered, thinking of what I would have to do before tomorrow. I started at 6:00pm and finished around 11:00pm (shows you how messy my room is doesn't it?). The next day, after school, I loaded all of Chris's stuff into the back of my Mom's car and she drove us home. After wrestling each other up the stairs we finally fell into my room and began to unpack his things. I gave him two of the drawers next to my bed and some of the wardrobe. Filling them quickly he collapsed on me in mock-tiredness. `Dammit, Chris.' I tried to move him off me. `Your too heavy.' I finally managed to roll him off me and for the rest of the day we played computer games and watched TV. The next day I had something planned for him. I took my new American best friend to sample the delights of London. We took the train from St. Matthew's to Kings Cross and the underground to Oxford Street. From here we wandered around for four hours and I showed him all of our wonderful BRITISH landmarks. Coming up to the Tower of London I saw the tall monument that represents the Great Fire of London and asked him if he wanted to climb to the top. 212ft and 311 steps later we emerged, panting, onto the balcony of the monument. We could see for miles, and thankfully we were the only ones up there. I decided that it was time to tell him. I just didn't know how he would react. `Chris...er...I need to talk to you.' `Yeah, go ahead.' He said with a grin. `Er...well...the thing is that I'm...well...' `...Gay.' He cut me off. I was so surprised I just stood there gawking. Tears started to fill my eyes. I turned and ran down the steps and out of the building. I didn't stop running until I came out at the Thames. I sunk to my knees in the deserted street and began sobbing uncontrollably. A few minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder, and someone kneeling beside me. `James?' Chris said. `James.' His voice started to panic. `James!' `What?' I looked up. `Why are you talking to a queer? Why aren't you with all your other straight friends?' I mercilessly asked through thick tears and stained eyes. `YOU are my friend.' He said. `I only finished your sentence because I already knew. I've known I was gay for about two years and I know you better than anyone.' Could I believe what he just said? Did he just say that he was gay? `Jamie, I love you. I always have loved you. Please stop crying.' I just couldn't. I was so happy that I just fell into his arms with the biggest sob. `James William Samuel Mark, Stop that now!' he said to me with mock-sternness (don't say a thing about the name. My Mom has bad taste). I lifted up my head and could see his smile. My tears melted away and we stood up, still clasped in each other's arms. Our lips pressed together and we kissed the longest kiss I have ever had, from Chris or from anybody. His lips parted and my tongue slipped into his mouth and swirled around its insides. I mapped out every area of his mouth with my tongue before allowing his to enter mine. He probed as deep as I and I almost fainted from the pure pleasure of kissing the boy I loved. That night was a long one. Arriving home I found that Mom had cooked for us and we sat down to eat. I found it hard to concentrate with Chris stroking my leg with his foot. He had slipped off his trainers and decided to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible. This was probably a punishment for leaving him standing at the top of the Monument. The foot moved all the way up my leg and found its resting place in my crotch. This was driving me wild and Chris knew it. Slowly he began to massage me under the table. I was soon at full-mast and trying hard not to moan out loud. `Jamie are you okay?' Mom asked me. `You look a little queasy.' `Oh, I'm fine. I've never...(moan)...been better. Everything's...(moan)...wonderful.' I replied disjointedly. Chris tried to suppress a giggle from the opposite end of the table and failed miserably. `I will never understand you two.' Mom just sighed and shook her head. When we finally crashed into my room Chris burst out laughing. `That was not funny! It was very uncomfortable.' `From where I was sitting, you looked like you were enjoying it.' Chris managed to say between fits of giggles. `So are you going to redeem yourself now?' I asked earnestly. He fell at my knees and I kicked the door closed behind me. I just looked down at him; I could do no more. He unbuttoned my jeans and let them slip to the floor before removing them. He freed my cock, which bounced with pleasure in the knowledge of what awaited it. Chris gently moved his hand up and down my shaft. I groaned loudly. A bit too loudly for my Dad shouted up the stairs for us to keep the noise down. `Bloody Americans! Can't do anything quietly.' He joked. This made Chris giggle again as he went down on me. He took the first half of my now straining cock into his mouth and savoured the sweet taste it gave. Then finally plunged down on the rest. The whole six inches of it was consumed in a single gulp. For five whole minutes he sucked on me. I was building fast. Soon it would be over. `Chris...this is...oh fuck...keep going...nearly there.' I gasped. With one thrust of my hips my cum hit the back of his throat. I think I almost drowned him. My cock, now soft, fell out of his mouth as he swallowed the last drop of me. I looked down at him and stared straight into those blue eyes - a mistake as always. I knew I was falling madly in love with him and couldn't stop myself. He smiled up at me and I quickly returned the favour, taking his stiff member into my own mouth and drinking his soft juice. We both fell backwards onto the bed exhausted. I crawled forward and brushed his lips with mine. They opened and we savoured each other. Finally falling asleep.