Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 19:23:55 GMT From: Jamie Subject: Chris-and-Jamie Chapter 9 Same stuff - don't read this is u r underage or u don't like reading stories of love between two boys. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ `Jamie?' Chris ran up behind me as we turned the corner. `Jamie? Come on Jamie, what's wrong with you?' I gave him no answer and kept on walking. He was persistent up until we reached the school gates. `James.' He had moved in my path and stopped me. `Look, whatever's wrong, just tell me, okay?' I pushed him aside and proceeded into the main school building. I felt horrible. Not only had I shouted at my mother, but also the best friend that I had ever had. Chris was heartbroken, but I reasoned that he was better off without me. I wasn't good enough for him. When I managed to reach the playground, Chris wasn't there. Ciaran came up to me and asked what I had done to upset him. I spilled the whole thing out with a lot of sobbing. `Hey.' He soothed me. `You do deserve him and he deserves you. Now go and make up with him before I take him off you.' I looked at him and I could tell that he was joking. For a minute I though I wasn't the only gay person in that group, but the feeling subsided. Ciaran pulled me into a hug and then turned me around and pushed me in the direction of our Home Room. I found Chris sulking at his desk, near the front of the room. As he saw me he gathered up his books and prepared to leave. I stopped him and pulled up his chin, so that his eyes looked straight up into mine. `I'm sorry, Chris.' I finally blurted out. `I just thought that you deserved someone better than me. Someone who you could have a fun time with, and who wouldn't pull you up on the little things that annoy them.' `I want you!' He told me. `I want nobody else, just you.' This made my heart jump up to my throat and the tears started. They swept down my cheeks and were about to fall to the floor. They were stopped by Chris's hand, which wiped them from their tracks. Chris reached up and pulled my head towards his. His tongue probed for entry into my mouth and I partially opened it, to allow the intruder access. Chris darted inside of me, tickling the back of my mouth and playing chase with my own tongue. `You two look comfortable.' Neither Chris nor myself had noticed the entrance of our homeroom teacher, Miss Reptor, into our midst. We broke apart, and held our heads. `Hey, it doesn't matter; you don't need to be sorry. I know your feelings for each other.' Chris just smiled and pulled me into a long kiss. I glanced at Miss Reptor, and saw that she was grinning from ear to ear. `Oh, and Happy Birthday, Jamie.' She said, when Chris had finished with me. `Thanks, Miss.' `Hope you get some nice presents.' `Oh, he will, Miss.' Chris grinned at her. `Hmmm...' ---------------------------------------------------- I knew it was gonna be a surprise party (so it wasn't really a surprise); I just knew it. I have always hated them and every year I tell my parents not to throw them for me, but no one seems to listen. Chris and I walked up to the front door after practising with the School Orchestra and were met by my Mom and Dad, Chris's parents, Ciaran, Dan, Simon, Mark, Julian, Gareth and Oliver -- all yelling `surprise'. I began to blush. Chris noticed it and ushered me into the house quickly. I found that he had arranged the lounge for what I could only describe as a present-giving session. Apparently, he had always done this in DC and wanted to share it with me (soft, but cute). My Mom and Dad sat on the love-seat by the window; Chris's parents were settled on the sofa with Ciaran and Simon; Dan, Mark and Gareth were trying to fit on a one-man armchair; and Julian, Chris and I sat on the rug by the fire -- which was now lit and a roaring blaze was coming from the glowing embers within. Chris passed me the first present - A large flat one, with the wrapping depicting intertwining guitars. I knew who had sent this one immediately. All of us knew Simon's main weakness. Ciaran, Mark and Dan's names joined his on the card, which was pinned to the front. Tearing off the wrapper I found what I knew to be inside -- the entire piano scores to the all the Radiohead albums. I had been trying to get these for ages, and couldn't find them anywhere. My passion in music was mainly classical, but Radiohead was the only modern band that could melt my heart with their wonderful grasp of music theory and performance technique. All four of them had scoured the shops for months collecting these scores. I wanted to cry! Next, Gareth handed a large and heavy package to me. I read the card and opened the parcel, to reveal a massive volume entitled "The Aesthetics of Music". I opened the book to the front page, where I found (in his untidy scrawl): "To Jamie, hope u enjoy this more that we ever will -- Gareth and Julian". Two tickets fell out of the dust cover. I recovered them from where they had fallen to see "The Last Night of the Proms 1998" printed on them. I was in heaven. It couldn't get any better, or at least I thought it couldn't. Chris's parents bent forward and thrust a small envelope into my hand. I opened it and pulled out a card. It said: "To Jamie, we love you more than words can say. We only want to see you happy -- Eileen, Paul, Mom and Dad". I reached into the envelope and pulled out another set of tickets. These weren't concert tickets though. I saw the name "Virgin" clearly marked, just above the line saying "From: Gatwick, London. To: Washington Dulles, DC". I looked up in amazement. `We've discussed it with your parents and we have decided to let you and Chris spend the week before Christmas in Washington, DC. Now, you will have to promise us to behave yourselves. We will let you stay in our house over there and you can do whatever you want. Chris's uncle and aunt live a few houses down and they will be coming every now and then to check up on you. Go have fun!' I couldn't believe it. I looked across at Chris, who was just as stunned as I was. I got to my feet and gave Eileen and Paul a kiss on the cheek and then Mom and Dad. I turned to Chris and showed my excitement by nearly knocking him out of his kneeling position by the fire as our lips met. `Hey, you've forgotten my present.' Chris stated. `Not here!' I said suddenly, thinking that he meant to have sex on the hearthrug in front of everyone. `Not that present silly! That's for later. I mean the real present.' I gaped as he laid before me a tiny box. It was small (like the ones earrings come in) and had wonderful sapphire coloured velvet covering it. He reached forward and clicked it open. The top sprang off and a quick glint of gold shot across my eyes as the light reflected off of the two golden rings nestled in the soft fabric. I picked one up and examined it. An inscription on the outside read: "Forever Love". I took up both rings and placed the first on the fourth finger of Chris's right hand. I began to cry. I couldn't believe I had lasted this long. I always was a sucker for crying when things like this happened. The tears gushed forth in joy. `Count it as an engagement ring. Well, sort of anyway.' He said. I then got a loud applause as I slipped the other onto my own finger and leaned in for the warmest kiss I have ever had from Chris to this date. I don't know if it was the heat from the fire, or my friends, or my parents, or Chris, but something electric happened that night. It was real; I was in love -- deeply and irreversibly. POP! The cork erupted out of the champagne bottle and the froth was caught in my father's glass, as he handed out the drinks. I began to think about life. How could I go through it without Chris, or without my parents, or without my friends? I decided that no one could be as happy as I was at that moment. I settled into absolute bliss and returned to my consciousness as Ciaran handed me a glass filled with champagne. `To Jamie and Chris -- may they be as happy as any couple ever were or ever shall be.' Ciaran raised his glass, followed by the others. A perfect ending to a perfect evening -- the perfect night was still to come. I grinned and looked across at Chris. After another hour of talking and drinking, our friends departed and Chris's Mom and Dad waved goodbye as well. I turned from the door and saw Chris climbing the stairs. `Cumming?' He asked, grinning. POP! More champagne, I thought. No it can't be, he couldn't hide a bottle behind his back. My question was answered as the tub of Vaseline was brought out from behind him. `Don't keep me waiting too long. I spoil quickly.' I ran after him and grabbed him in my arms. `Careful.' He said. `We know what you're like near stairs.' I just laughed and dragged him into the bedroom, banging the door shut behind me. I don't know if my parents managed to get much sleep that night, but the sure as hell didn't complain about it in the morning. Chris sat me down on our bed and proceeded to give me a private strip show. He divested himself of his shirt and pants and began to start on his underwear when I stopped him. `I though I was going to unwrap my present?' I asked in my most innocent voice. His hands fell to his sides and he allowed me to approach him. I took his boxers in the grip of my teeth and pulled them down to reveal my prize. The full 6" of the beast hit me square in the nose as it was let out of its cage. Whilst I was working his cock, Chris removed my clothing. He reached for the tub of Vaseline and smeared a generous amount onto my own hard member. Stroking it up and down, he evenly applied it to the pulsating organ and to his own ass. He turned me around and lay on the bed, propping his middle section up with pillows. `You sure?' I asked. `Happy Birthday' was the only reply I got out of him. I pressed my dick against his ass and eased forward. The grunt I got is response was more from pain than pleasure and I slowed my entrance accordingly. Soon the grunts were replaced by moans of ecstasy; I knew that my ministrations had found his prostate. I began to pull back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Soon I was flying. Chris later compared me to a newly liberated stallion, that night. My moans were combining with his to make the most horrendous noise anyone had ever heard. If the people outside in the street could hear us I'm sure they'd phone the police and say someone was being battered to death. I increased my pace even more and I knew that I was near. In a few more thrusts I knew for sure. `Chris...hold on...this could...get...messy!' I cried. `Come on baby...fuck me hard.' `Nearly there...its...cumming...I'm...there!' I shouted and a rush of semen flew from my penis into his body. As I shot I saw his face contort into an expression, which could only result from joy and ecstasy. ------------------------------------------------------ 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