Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 10:21:02 GMT From: Jamie Subject: Chris-and-Jamie Chapter 8 Same stuff - don't read this is u r underage or u don't like reading stories of love between two boys. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jamie's Story: Hey, guys, I'm back again. Did you miss me? Well what can I say: it was an interesting ride. I had to be told about most of it after the event, since I was out cold. In tomorrow it would be my birthday. I was quietly anticipating my birthday present from Chris to be something "interesting". Since the only thing that kept Chris going was sex 24/7 I knew it would be something in the pleasure department. I had given out specific instructions for them not to give me a surprise party, which I hope they had taken to heart because I really HATED the false "I'm-so-surprised" look. I awoke in my own bed; Chris was lying next to me. All I could do was watch him sleep. He looked so innocent -- but I knew better. His chest began to slowly rise and then drop. Rolling over to face me his eyes began to flutter. I knew he was dreaming. I moved close to him and nestled my head into his shoulder. He eventually opened his eyes and threw the sheets off of us. A rush of cold air told me that it was time to get my ass out of bed and ready for school. I leant over and kissed Chris. `Happy near-Birthday, cutie, I love you.' He murmured and pulled me in for another kiss. `I hope you're all ready for tomorrow night. I've planned something.' `Yeah, well, I'm not as young as you are.' I joked. `But...(kiss)...I promise...(kiss)...to give you an...(kiss)...interesting...(kiss)...ride.' I rose from the bed and stood him up. Taking him in my arms all I wanted to do was to hold him. I could think of nothing else, but my American Beauty standing in front of me. He fell to his knees and started to stroke my now rock hard cock. Feeling the entire shaft in his hands was driving me crazy, I started to pump my hips forward, the usual feeling of pressure building in my balls was occurring, I was so close. Wave and wave of tingly feelings emanated from my love rod making my knees weak. Then he licked the shaft wetting it with his warm saliva, which heightened the sensations as his hand slid along it, then he sucked on the head, his warm soft tongue roamed around the glands as his hand feverishly pumped away on the shaft. In no time my body was overcome with the intense feeling of an orgasm, my legs and body trembled as spurt after spurt of my teen cum filled his mouth, he ate it all, nursing my cock for more. I was so weak I used his shoulders to steady myself, which didn't help; I fell back onto the bed and he crawled on top of me. A sharp knock at the door announced my Father's presence and he opened it without waiting for the answer. Chris and I, both scrambled under the sheets as he mumbled an apology, told us our breakfast was ready and closed the door. I looked in horror at the closed door. I felt Chris begin to shake next to me. I turned to see if he too was shocked that my father had just walked in on us having sex. I saw what the shaking was. Chris was lying there, grinning, stroking his massive hard on quite calmly, and looking at me for approval. "You obviously didn't notice that my Dad just saw you sucking me off then?" "Well, I enjoy the thrill of getting caught." He smiled again. I just laughed at him. "That big enough for you?" I asked, indicating his massive erection. "I can't really handle it all, you wanna help." ----------------------------------- We walked down the street to the school and entered the gates. As always this turned out to be a bad move, because I knew from my timetable that Monday meant Religious Studies followed by Biology. I could face Taylor, but the Biology teacher was another matter. Her name was Dykeman and she was a real bitch. As all our teachers knew that we were gay, most of them supported us and let us sit together in class -- knowing that the first time they turned their backs we would be all over each other. Dykeman was another matter. She separated us to the opposite sides and ends of the room. I had to sit at the back right and Chris at the front left. Simon sat next to me and we chatted through most of the session except when Dykeman turned an icy stare on us. Chris kept on mouthing profanities at us during the whole session and this made me giggle. Dykeman turned and glided over to where I was trying to stifle a laugh. `Mister Windsor, I hope you have a good excuse for interrupting my lesson this time?' She glared at me and I saw her big, hairy wart hover into view 3 centimetres from my face. `Er...I...well...you see I was just...er...sorry?' `To the Science Office with you.' She spat out and guided me towards the door. As I passed Chris he caught my hand for a second and mouthed "sorry" as I left the room. In the corridor I was free. No more Dykeman. I walked to the Science Office and found Mrs Williams sitting at her desk. I knew she wouldn't care about what Dykeman thought I had done wrong. That is the cool thing about having one of your friend's mothers as your school's Head of Science. `Hi, Jamie, what does she think you've done wrong this time?' `Hey, Marie, I've caused utter confusion and disruption. I interrupted her lesson by looking at Chris.' She laughed. `Well I think I'm going to have to give you a detention for something as malicious as that.' Now it was my turn to laugh. `Do you want to stay here and help me with some paperwork.' I nodded and sat down in the chair next to her. She passed me some forms with "Detention Slip" headed on them and asked me to make a list of who they were for, why and how many they had got. I worked all the way through until the bell rang to signal the end of break. I stood up. `Thanks, Marie, I'll see you later.' `Okay, and just let me know if she gives you anymore trouble.' I exited the office and joined the throng of people coming out of the various Science Labs. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and turned around expecting the evil grin of Dykeman. Instead Chris faced me. His face fell when he saw the look that I had prepared for my biology teacher. `Hey, Chris, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you.' The colour returned to his cheeks. `I thought you were mad at me.' `I couldn't be mad at you again. Could I? The limit is now once per day, except when you start being an idiot.' He giggled and punched me in the arm. `School had better hurry up and finish. I'm looking forward to sleeping with an older man tonight.' I shrugged and headed for the playground with Chris in tow. We met up with our friends and just sat around chatting for a half-hour. Eventually the buzzer signalled the beginning of Religious Studies class. Chris's spirits dipped when he heard it. As we were both in different houses, we had lockers in different places. I went to the "Blue" lockers, outside of the chapel, whilst Chris made his way to the "Yellow" lockers outside the Religious Studies room. When I finally caught up with him he was smiling. `Chris, you do know we've got Religion, don't you?' I asked, surprised that he was in such a good mood. `Oh yeah. But just cum and see who we've got for it.' I laughed at the obvious pun and stuck my head around the door. Mr Ford, our Head of History, was sitting at Taylor's desk with his feet resting on it. He turned the page of his book and looked up. `Hey, come on in, Jamie. She's not in school.' He said happily, as though this also meant good news for the staff. `Where's Chris, you two normally come as a pair don't you?' `I'm here.' Chris said. `But we usually take turns in the cumming.' I could have kicked him. The only thing I would ever like to change about Chris is the fact that he keeps saying things like that openly. He did, however, throw Mr Ford into hysterics and he quickly took his seat at the back. The lesson was as boring as Taylor's usually were. Mr Ford wrote the assignment she had left us up on the board and we all began on it. Halfway through the lesson, Chris began to squirm in his seat. `It's too hot.' He whispered to me. `It's November!' `It's still too hot.' This wasn't like Chris. He began to loosen his tie and unbuttoned his collar. I saw his golden crucifix dangling around his neck and felt a warm pang inside my stomach. This person sitting next to me was mine. We were not Jamie and Chris anymore; we were Chris-and-Jamie. We were together. He started to play with the chain of the crucifix -- wrapping it around his finger and then letting it go. He struggled on with the assignment, and I could see that he was bored as hell. There was no way, however, I was going to interrupt him when he looked so cute. Gazing upwards Chris saw that I was staring at him. `What?' `Nothing. I'm just in awe of you.' `As always.' He could sure ruin the moment when he tried. `Hey, I'm sorry. You'll get your birthday present soon, that'll cheer you up.' `You got me a present?' I was happy again. `Just don't work yourself up.' Tomorrow I rolled over in my own bed and searched for Chris. I hit a hard lump in the bed and began to nuzzle up to it. I began to whisper into what I though was Chris's ear when he opened the door and burst out into fits of giggles. I jumped up, and found that I had hold of a heavy pillow. `Like your new boyfriend, Jamie? Is he as good as me?' Chris was still laughing. I threw the pillow at him. He ducked and it hit the wall. `Don't throw your boyfriend around. He's the only action you'll see today.' Chris had fallen to his knees, tears running from the corner of his eyes. `Shut-up. I deserve better on my birthday.' `Oh, yeah, I forgot. Happy Birthday, lover boy.' He came over and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. `And look how my big boy has grown.' He indicated my rapidly growing erection. `You will have to wait for tonight to get that looked at.' He smirked and began to dress for school. In the last week, our parents and we had decided that it would be much better to swap half of Chris's and my wardrobes. In this way I took half my stuff to Chris's and his to mine, then we would always have some clothes for the next morning whichever house we stayed at. I also, against my better wishes, pulled on some clothes and followed Chris down to the kitchen. My Mom greeted us both with a huge kiss, and she pulled us in for a hug. `How's the birthday boy. Is 14 any different from 13? More groaning and a larger toy for Chris to play with I suppose?' `Mom!' `What, darling?' She looked taken aback. She was much too open about this. `Have I said something funny?' Chris had started giggling for the second time that morning. `You're being too...personal.' I murmered. `Well, I'm your Mother and Chris is your boyfriend. Between us there is nothing of you we haven't seen before.' This latest one had Chris sliding down the wall. `Christopher!' I startled him, because he looked up sharply and the laughter stopped. I never used his full name, except when I was really upset. `Just leave me alone.' I turned back on Mom. `Sorry, darling.' She placed some toast in front of me, but I couldn't eat any. I turned from the table, gathered up my books and closed the door behind me. `Should you go after him?' Mom asked Chris. `Yeah.' He grabbed a piece of toast and hurried out of the door, pulling his school blazer on as he ran. ------------------------------------------------------ This story is true and so I can't ask you what you want to happen. But I would be interested to see if you like or hate it so far (Chris and I are now 15 and still going strong). The names (apart from Mine and Chris's) have been changed to protect individuals. I'm always around, so e-mail me if you have any questions you want to ask someone about being gay. I'm always ready to listen. Messages will be taken in confidence. Virus@dial.pipex.com