Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2012 21:34:16 +0100 From: Jamie Andrew Subject: Jamie's School Days/Chapter 01 FOREWORD This is entirely a work of fiction. I am an author using the voice of Jamie Andrew to explore stories of high school fantasy. I'm British so forgive me if I use words you may not have come across. I spell color 'colour' and I write sketchy as 'dodgy'. But if you're into English boys you'll enjoy these stories. I'm really 21, live in South England. I have a full time job and I would appreciate comments, criticism and suggestions for future inclusion, what your English school fantasy may be. Even an email about your support will really be appreciated. Email me on I will write to you as Jamie, a 16 year old boy, please note from now on you will be talking to a fictional character. I hope you enjoy and follow the series. Jamie's School Days Chapter 1 - Jamie Has Cum Fingers My name is Jamie. I'm 16 and I go to a public school in England. I have a best friend called Tom and we've known each other since we were young and I was sad that we would be going to different Sixth Form colleges. Tom had known I was gay. I was in love with him growing up and I came out when I was 10. He was quite understanding and protected me all through school. He now has a girlfriend and he thinks she's the one. Although I thought he was the one for me, I soon grew out of love but I know I will never stop loving him like a brother. Even though he's a typical 'lad' he still likes to tease and flirt with me. This is one of the reasons why I can't stop loving the boy. The first thing that excited me about a new school is starting fresh. No one knows me and I can be myself. You see, I don't look effeminate. I hate shopping, I like sports and I fart and belch like a typical English lad. At least, that's what I am like on the surface. (It's from spending too much time with Tom.) But really, inside, I am a considerate and a kind person. I think letting people know your sexual orientation is unimportant. It's like asking what my favourite colour is. (It's purple) My policy is, if you ask, I will tell. That's what happened with Tom and I have been honest since. Another thing I was nervous (but excited) about my new college was that it was an all boys school. My mother saved up a lot of money for me to go to this school. It was the same school my father went to. I just wish my father was with me on my first day. Yes, I wore a uniform, complete with blazer. You could imagine me looking quite slender with my spiky, wavy dark hair. I'm of average height height but I think my legs are longer than normal. I hated ties. I wore those striped red and black ones and if you took a class photo of us we'd look like a glee club. This is traditional English public school for you. I have a theory why we look like this. It's because the school of education are all perverts and like to see young men hot in their matching smoking blazers and tight trousers that made the cute butts and bulges visible. There were cute new students like me. One was called Bowie who looked like a skater. He winked at me once during assembly and had a sexy hair flick thing going on. The boys all thought the Head was a bit of dick. He was strict and adamant we followed rules. Bowie made everyone chuckle under their breath when he was gesturing a dick in his mouth. I turned around at the assembly hall to see all the boys in the room. I had good peripheral vision and so I excelled at staring at guys adjusting themselves and fondling their balls. One of the teachers introduced himself as Mr. (I couldn't quite hear because it was a long Polish name but began with the letter B). He was aware of this and asked to be called Mr. B. I'm glad he cleared this up otherwise I'd be day dreaming what his initial stood for. He was certainly big and tall. He had a gorgeous face and cheeky smile. The students who knew him gave him a cheer when he finished his introduction. The Head murderously stared back at those boys who did. Mr. B was mighty hot. If he was my teacher, I think I would have a hard time concentrating. I also try to imagine dirty fantasies in my head, his cheeky grin being spunked on by young school boys. There was Bowie slapping his dick at his face and his cum going all over his brown, curly hair. 'Good work, boys,' Mr. B said in my head. 'Now let's turn to Shakespeare and act out a kissing scene.' I woke up from one dirty fantasy to another. I turned my gaze elsewhere. I witnessed the most beautiful creation I have ever seen. There was a tall, tanned student with a bit of a stubble. He looked half british and half Mediterranean or Persian or something like that. He looked like a Greek God. He had a serious look in his eyes, dead sexy. His hair was long and spiked up. Thank God we were all wearing blazers because it made him so mature and manly. I had a dozen dirty thoughts about me rushing towards him and ripping his shirt off. I wanted to kiss him and get prickled by his gorgeous stubble. I wanted to course my fingers through his 'to-die- for hair. My heart skipped a beat when I set eyes on him. This is the man I want for my soul mate. 'Jamie!' said a voice. I was totally zoned out. The whole morning passed. All I thought about was the Greek boy. 'Jamie!' Mr. B shouted. The boys were sniggering. I realised I had a copy of Charles Dickens in my hand. 'Sorry, what was the question?' I said sincerely. Normally, I'm quite studious. I enjoyed reading books and in my last school I liked to demonstrate my knowledge. But that didn't do anything for my social life. 'I said, what is the role of Ms. Havisham in the novel?' quizzed Mr. B. I knew the answer. I've read this book twice. But, I could see all the other boys staring at me. My next answer would define me. There was a chance I could make this a moment to remember. 'Frankly, sir, I honestly think Ms. Havisham is a twat,' I said, putting down the book. There was an awkward moment where all the students were dumbfounded by my outlandish response. Bowie gave a snorting laugh and started clapping his hands. 'What a fucking legend'. The rest followed and were replaying the words I had just said. I chuckled at myself for my excellent wit. Mr. B disappointingly shook his head. And it was because of the swearing in the class did he land me and Bowie in detention. Yes, detention. I didn't know they still did those in Sixth Form. So, Bowie and I were held back for lunch in Mr. B's office. We were expected to write a mini essay on the usefulness of fire hydrants. I don't know what this was supposed to teach us or the reason why Mr. B would punish us for doing something meaningless. Unless, he wanted to punish us for wasting time by wasting our time I guess. I regret having sex fantasies of cumming on Mr. B's face. I really wanted to squirt ink in his eye or shit on his grin or something. 'This blows,' said Bowie. He pushed his essay off the desk and leaned back on his chair. Mr. B was not present. In fact, he expected us to have done 500 words when he returned. Bowie took his phone out and started flicking through naked pictures. I merely glanced to see but I could tell that Bowie wanted me to catch him looking. 'You like the tits on her, Jamie?' he said. 'They're alright,' I responded displaying little interest to them. 'What's wrong with you? You're not gay or something,' he said jokingly I'm sure. He did ask and so I told him. After all, it was my policy. I said, 'I am actually and there's nothing wrong with me.' I could tell Bowie didn't expect that. I could tell he was the kind of lad who always thought homosexuality amongst straight acting people was a myth. He looked genuinely surprised but I could tell he was intrigued. 'I would never guess,' he said. 'You like, you like cocks right?' Is this guy for real? Still, he's kind of cute if you're into cocky guys. He's quite naive looking and I reckon he makes stuff up about his sexual experience. 'I generally do, I guess,' I said. 'Do you think I'm hot?' he asked. Seriously, is he for real? 'You assume just because I'm gay that I'm attracted to all guys,' I said. 'Would you fiddle with my cock?' he asked. I laughed. But I don't think he was joking. 'What, here? NOW?' I said. My heart raced from the unexpected request. 'Give us a quickie, before he comes back,' he started to undo his belt and unzipped his trousers to reveal a semi erect cock. It must have been 5 inches flaccid and he had bushy pubes. His right hand pulled down his boxers and he wiggled his dick with his left. He licked his hand to moistened his cock. He had a beautiful mushroom head leaking with precum. My hand was trembling. I was rubbing the wood of my pencil, imagining I was touching his. I've never touched another guy's penis before. There were many sleepovers with Tom where I wished that I had slid my yearning hand down his briefs and gave him the best jerk of his life. Bowie was willingly offering his. Bowie didn't' say a word. He was further moistening his cock and pleasuring himself. He was breathing erotically, making humming noises. He buried his cock back in his boxers but continued to masturbate under the material. I was pulled to it. I moved my chair closer and slid my hands to join his. He allowed me to have sole grip of his raging boner. I began gentle, circling my hand around his wet boy cock. I felt the friction of his pubes brushing between my fingers whilst juggling his ball sacs with my fingertips. The more I explored his groin area, the more he was working up. After I was satisfied feeling every part of him, I began to pump his rod like a steam engine. Flesh on flesh. Up and down. Up and down. Building heat. I frisked his bulging cock from inside his pants. We both said nothing. Only the sound of his panting breath. My lustful inhales. The stretching of textile. The jangling of his metal belt buckle. He stared down my eyes. He pulled a gasping face. I knew what was coming. And it was Bowie. He gripped the side of his hair and he yanked the back of my hair. My hair was short, he hardly grabbed much. But I was so turned on by his tense ejaculation. He contorted every part of his body gushed out a sea of cum in his pants. 'Don't stop, please don't stop,' he whispered in my ear. What, there's more? And it came on coming. The last cumshot spilled. My hand was soaked with his sticky stuff. I was disgusted to pull my hand out of his pants. So I let it linger in there for a while, stroking his spunky balls and spunky pubes. 'You're a fucking legend,' Bowie smiled. Then came the sound of the bell. Shit. I could hear footsteps coming. I yanked out my gloopy hand from his pants started to panic. 'Shit I'm covered in your spunk,' I said. Bowie licked a bit. He shrugged. He just zipped his fly acted like none if it happened. 'You're just going to walk around school with cum in your pants?' I said. 'I have a spare pair in the locker,' he said casually. Mr. B walked into the room. He didn't look up at thank God. Otherwise, he'd see me wiping cup from inside my blazer. He came in looking at student essays. 'You both done then?' Mr. B said, putting down his essays to look up at the boys. 'Yes, sir, we're both done and finished sir. Well I am I don't know about Jamie,' he grinned. I wasn't finished wiping the cum form my fingers so I had my hand in my blazer like I was Napoleon. 'I'm done, too,' I answered. Mr. B looked strangely at me. I looked away pretending to be interested in my hair. 'Can we go now, sir?' Bowie asked. 'Yes, piss off,' Mr. B said at last. At last. Freedom. I planned for when we left the room to rub Bowie's cum all over his blazer for ruining mine. I held on to my hand in my blazer and grabbed my bag and rushed to the door. 'Except you, Jamie. Please stay awhile,' Mr. B said. Shit. I thought. To be continued. If you enjoyed Jamie's first time with school boys then please follow this series. Please send me a comment on Jamie would love to hear your fantasies. ;-)