Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 12:47:51 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Marks <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapters 10

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James: Chapter 10


Stay, or run? As Tom led the stony faced child back downstairs, James' mind
was working overtime on the question. Whichever way he looked at it, he
couldn't trust Tom. He also concluded that there was no way of knowing what
other possibilities there were as Tom had insisted on brining him home the
same day he had run away. There was no way of knowing what adventures he
might have had otherwise. He might have even found the 'Leaky
Cauldron'. No, stupid, that's just a fictional pub from the Harry Potter
films. It doesn't really exist. But what else might he have found? His
imagination overtook his fear and he resolved that running away again was
far preferable to letting Tom screw him. So, he had to find a way to get
away. Tom wouldn't want to just let him go, would he? No. This pervert had
his own plans and James was not interested anymore in what they were.

Tom looked back at the boy. His face was still emotionless. He wondered for
a moment if he had done some real damage here, but his lusts and hopes
forced his fears away. No, of course everything would be Ok. He'd find a
way to keep the boy, wouldn't he? It was Sunday. He didn't have to worry
about that for now. Still naked they walked back up to the media lounge and
James flopped onto the sofa. Tom switched on the plasma screen and handed
the remote to him. He went straight to the cartoons and settled down to
watch them; well stare at the screen while he waited for an opportunity to
get out. Tom sat beside him and pulled the boy into his arms, so James sat
with his back against him and Tom's arm came round and rested in the boys
lap. It didn't stay there long, only until Tom could resist no longer and
began to fondle the child's penis and balls again.

James let out an involuntary sigh. He couldn't believe that this pervert
hadn't got the message, but there was little James could do about it 'til
he was dressed and outside somewhere. He clenched his teeth, determined not
to get an erection, but despite himself, his dick stiffened up and played
Tom's game. Tom thought that James' sigh was one of pleasure and continued,
even more under the illusion that everything was now Ok. They watched the
cartoon for almost two hours. At that point, James was so stimulated that
he gave himself over to Tom's attention, lay down flat on the sofa and let
Tom suck his dick and lick his balls. Tom traced up over his stomach to his
chest and his nipples, which he teased with his tongue and then with his
teeth. That made James jump, but Tom was being gentle. All the time he was
working the boy's dick too. It was rock hard now; the hardest Tom had felt
it. As James began arch his back and begin his dry cum, Tom sank his mouth
once more over the boy's shaft and sucked as hard as he could. James
shuddered from head to toe. His mind went blank again, just as it did each
time this amazing feeling shot through him. In the moments between the
blasts of power that surged through him, he wondered how something so dirty
could feel so great? How someone so mean, could make him feel so good? He
fell back to the sofa, exhausted and, as Tom rubbed his chest and hair
gently, fell asleep.

How the hell could he fall asleep? He woke a little later, amazed,
perplexed, and disgusted with himself. He had plans, didn't he? What was he
thinking? Why did he let that pervert do it to him again? He knew the
answer to that: because it felt so bloody good. He opened his eyes. The
plasma was still on, the sound muted, but there was no sign of Tom. He
looked round for his clothes, found them and began to get dressed, still
wondering where Tom was. When he was fully dressed he sat back on the sofa
and turned up the sound on the plasma. Different plans started to go
through his mind. Did he run now, while Tom was not around? Did he wait
till Tom took him out again? No knowing when that would be, but it would be
easier to run if he were already outside, wouldn't it?

Tom came back through, also dressed. He had on a pair of black jeans and a
tight white tee-shirt that showed all his muscles. James thought it looked
good on the man, but was in no mood to say so. Instead he offered a weak
smile, which Tom saw and interpreted as meaning everything was Ok.  "You
hungry?"  "Guess so." James was wondering if Tom would suggest they went
out to lunch again. That could be his opportunity.  "Ok, I thought perhaps
we could go down to Covent Garden. There are always a lot of street
entertainers there, jugglers and magicians like, and we can get some lunch
in one of the little cafes there too. What do you think? Sound like a
plan?"  "Yeah, Ok." James tried to inject some enthusiasm. It did sound
like something his mum would have done with him, something fun, but all he
could think now was that they would be outside, in the centre of London. If
there were entertainers, that meant crowds and crowds meant he might be
able to just slip away without Tom even noticing he'd gone. "Yeah, I'd like
that." He said with more real enthusiasm, as he stood up from the low sofa.
"Ok, well I just get my wallet. You go get your shoes on and I'll meet you
at the door." Tom turned round and went out the room again. James went into
the hall and found his trainers, slipped them on and stood, just as Tom
appeared. They went out into the big hall and descended in the lift. As
they were leaving the building an older woman came in through the door.
"Morning, Tom." She was elegant and tall, her hair, brown and silver,
pulled back in a bun. Although James couldn't see much evidence of makeup,
the woman had a rosy glow, probably from the wind that now whipped through
the open doors.  "Morning, Hannah."  "And who's this young man?" She smiled
at James.  Tom, taken by surprise and a little flustered, managed a quick
lie, "Oh, he's a friend's son. I'm babysitting for the weekend." He had
moved out of the doorway for James to pass through. He said, "By,
Hannah. See you later." And moved quickly around the corner, out of the
line of sight, hoping that she wouldn't ask anything else before James came
through and they could escape. James allowed the door to close behind him
and caught up with Tom. They walked briskly to the tube station, almost in
silence. Tom collected two tickets from the machine and they descended to
the platform. One and a half minutes, the display read, to the next train.

As they stood waiting, James began counting the ways he could have escaped
already: told the woman, who would have called the police; run straight out
the door, but Tom might have caught him; waited till Tom went through the
turnstile and then turned and ran back onto the street, but again, it was
possible that Tom would have caught up to him quickly. The train pulled up
and Tom pressed the button to open the doors. As they slid back he was
already moving between them into the carriage. James thought, perhaps he
could get on, than at the last minute, jump off again. Tom moved down the
carriage to find a seat and James followed. That wasn't going to work. They
took seats facing each other and Tom smiled at him. He managed to return
another weak smile, but it was more than enough for Tom, who seemed to have
anaesthetised his brain so that any signal other than those he wanted to
see were blocked out completely. He seemed oblivious to the fact that there
was anything wrong. Self-deceit.

They climbed out of the tube station and walked up towards Covent
Garden. James was constantly looking around, waiting for his
opportunity. Still Tom hadn't twigged. As they came into Covent Garden
there saw a big crowd applauding some performer. They manoeuvred around the
back of the crowd and into the central walkway, between the two main Plazas
where people were standing being entertained. Below them, a quartet played
classical music to entertain the people sitting at the cafe tables. James
was sure he recognised the music as something his mother used to play. She
had a huge collection of classical music on CDs and normally had something
playing in the background while she did her housework, or played with
James. He paused and watched them. Apart from primary school where
everybody learned to play a few tunes on the recorder, James had never
considered learning to play an instrument. As he listened to the sweet
strains rising from beneath him, he regretted that. He might never have
that opportunity now.

Tom, seeing James stop, had backtracked to stand beside him. The music was
nice and the musicians were obviously very talented, but classical wasn't
to his taste. He listened, with James, for a few minutes, then touched
James' arm and pointed to where a group of people were watching another
entertainer. James nodded and they moved off to see what was happening
there. A man was balancing on a short ladder, juggling. After teetering for
a few minutes, juggling more and more balls, he jumped down and bowed,
deeply. Then he and the lad who had been throwing the balls up to him
picked up some sticks, which soon spurted flames, and began throwing them
to each other: two, four, six and now seven. The fire made an almost
constant arch between the two performers. James was mesmerised and all
thoughts of running were temporarily suspended. The performers amazed the
crowed with one feat after another for twenty minutes, bowing deeply after
every new feat of dexterity. When the performers passed their hat around,
Tom gave James three pound coins to put in the hat and suggested they went
and got some lunch. James dropped one of the coins in the hat, keeping the
other two in his hand, turned and said yes he'd like that. They passed back
outside and made for a street cafe.

They passed another performer. This one was dressed all in white and was
standing like a statue. Each time someone put a few coins in his plastic
jug, he performed some robotic movements, sometimes coming down off his box
and robotically chasing people. James laughed as the robot caught a young
woman and pretended to plant a robotic kiss on her cheek. She blushed and
the robot-man turned his head and placed a finger to his lip. Tom and James
took outside seats at the cafe. Sheltered from the wind by all the old
buildings, the plaza was actually quite warm, from all the shops and
bodies. A young woman approached them and asked if they were ready to
order. They both ordered cokes and hot baguettes with cheese and bacon.
They sat and watched as a passer-by poked at the robot-man. He didn't move,
she poked again and this time he moved so suddenly that the Japanese
tourist jumped out of her skin! Both boys laughed as they watched this
happen to person after person.

The robot-man was very good and Tom once again gave James three pound coins
to throw in the man's plastic jug. As he threw one in, the robot-man jerked
his head down, then back up to look at James. As James stepped back the
robot-man shot out his arm and grabbed James' shoulder. James wondered if
he had seen the other two coins still hidden in his hand. He pulled James'
ear and looked inside. Next he shook his head, as if there was nothing
inside James' head to see. People were already stopping to watch. James
slipped his hands into his pockets, hoping that no one had seen the other
coins. He had four pounds now. The robot-man moved around to the other ear
and again pretended to inspect it. Once again he shook his head and
everybody laughed. He stuck out his hand and grabbed James' hand. He shook
it in quick, jerky, robot like movements and then climbed back onto his box
and once again froze like a statue. Relieved, James took his seat again,
just as the pretty young waitress returned with their order. She asked if
they wanted anything else and they answered no. She winked at James and
went back inside the cafe. Why did she wink at me? I guess she was just
being nice to a little kid. They ate their lunch slowly, watching the
robot. He was very good, and so was the food. The rolls were about a foot
long and well filled.

It took a while, but eventually they finished their lunch and made their
way back into the main part of Covent Garden, where a magician was
performing to a really big crowd. They were at the back and although Tom
could just see the man between other people's heads, James was far too
short.  They walked around the crowd looking for a better place to stand,
but they were so closely packed, there was nowhere on the outskirts that
allowed James a better view. Tom could see children sitting cross-legged on
the ground inside the crowd and suggested that as a child, people wouldn't
mind too much if James pushed through and did the same. James looked at
Tom, who nodded, as if giving the boy permission and once again completely
misunderstanding what was going through the boy's mind.

James turned and pushed his was into the crowd, excusing himself as he
went. Once he reached the front, he walked around about a quarter of the
way and sat down in a clear space. Even if Tom looked for him, there was no
direct line of sight here. After about five minutes of entertaining magic,
James leaned back so far that he was hidden between the legs of two
men. They shuffled aside slightly so that they didn't stand on his hands
and that was his cue. He shuffled back into the space they had created and
slowly stood. He very slowly began to squeeze back through the crowd, but
at about 90 degrees to where he had left Tom. He got some funny looks and a
few muttered comments as he pushed through the crowd, trying hard to make
sure his head stayed below the level of those around him. When he reached
the edge of the crowd he paused and looked around to make sure Tom could
still not see him, then looked for the quickest way out of the plaza. He
skirted alongside the shops and across to one of the side streets. As soon
as he could, he turned left into an alley that ran behind the shops and
ran, as fast as he could, 'til he reached the other end. He crossed over a
busy road and into another alley, where once again he ran as fast as his
legs would carry him. His heart was pumping so fast he thought he would
burst, but the adrenaline had kicked in and he found the energy to keep on
running. Another road, but no alley on the other side, he turned right and
stopped running because people were staring at him. He walked, as fast as
he dared, until he found another alley to turn into and again he ran. When
he reached the end there was a recessed delivery doorway. He crouched
against the dark blue painted door and took a moment to catch his breath.
That hadn't been too hard. He reckoned he'd gone quite far enough for Tom
not to find him and in the opposite direction that tom would take to go
home. Where would Tom look? Around Covent Garden for sure, then perhaps
down at Charring Cross where they had first met and maybe some of the tube
stations in between. Ok, so they were the places James would have to avoid
for now, but what should he do now? Where should he go?

More to come...