Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 19:56:32 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James chapter 22

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 22

The school bell woke him a few times, but he slept fairly well in
between. Sam seemed to sleep straight through, not hearing the bell or
noticing even when James got up to go and find the loo. Someone had thought
to put slippers out for them, but they were huge on James. He flip-flopped
in them down the corridor to where he expected to find the toilets. The
door opened into a large space, divided into two areas. One side there were
six sinks fitted in a line beneath six mirrors. Along the adjacent wall
were six urinals and completing the U shape were four toilet stalls, but
the doors only came up shoulder high. It looked as if the other side had
been completed some time earlier, because the tiles looked older and were
white instead of the contrasting colours used around the sinks. Each shower
stall was separated from the others by a wall, about 1.5 meter high and a
meter deep, offering very little privacy. The showers lined the two facing
walls and down the middle ran a wide low bench. Boys would be standing
facing each other. It wasn't that different from the showers at James' old
school, except that for now, this was his home. At home you normally had
some privacy, here, he would even be sharing his bedroom. Well, he thought,
that had to be preferable to sleeping on the streets again.

He crossed over to a urinal, remembering he had to pee, and pulled his dick
through his fly. The sensation of the urine escaping, relieving the
pressure was exquisite. He sighed and relaxed. Finished, he crossed to one
of the sinks and washed his hands. As he did, he looked into the mirror and
saw a boy he didn't immediately recognise. It was himself, but not. So much
had happened that he was changed, older. He knew more about people, about
pain and sorrow and about how hard life was for some people. However, here
he was, in a big old building that was a children's home and school, with a
small group of people he knew only slightly and a cheerful old teacher who
had magic in his eyes. His world had changed so many times in the last few
days that he yearned for it all to stop. He wanted to catch his breath. He
dried his hands and went back to his room.

Sam was still asleep. James crossed to the dormer style window and
separated the curtains so he could peer out. Their room was at the back of
the build and he could see a tarmaced play area, tennis courts, a blaze
running track and football field. Off to one side was a large modern
building that looked like it could be the pool Mrs Daniels mentioned. It
also housed a gym and weights room. The charity home was well equipped
because it was privately funned. Mrs Daniels didn't like that it was run by
Christians or that it had such resources at it's disposal when she
struggled to get even the most basic resources to do her job. To the far
side of the playground James saw climbing frames and swings and behind them
what he recognised as cricket nets. He liked cricket almost as much as
football. The grounds looked enormous. He couldn't see a boundary fence
anywhere. The playing field melted into a tree line and beyond that he
couldn't tell. He watched the clouds move slowly across this vista and once
thought he saw his mother's face. That brought tears to his eyes. His sobs
were quiet but deep. They tore at the very core of him. He missed her
so. Right now, he even missed Tom, sort of.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, or how Sam had managed
to get off the bed without him hearing, but he felt the older boys arms
wrap around him. Sam placed a gentle kiss behind the boy's left ear and
whispered a soft, "Hello."

"Hi."

They stood together watching the clouds, examining the view and watching an
occasional child cross from one building to another. They looked so small
from up here.

"How long 'you been up?" Sam asked.

"Dunno."

"It's big, innit?"

"Well big, yeah."

"You found the loos yet?"

"Out the door, turn left and go to the end of the hall. They're big too."

"Ok. Back in a mo."

Andy chewed his nails. He needed a smoke. He'd stripped and dived under the
duvet, but struggled to sleep. The bed was a lot more comfortable than what
he'd been sleeping on for the last few weeks and definitely better than the
sofa bed he had been sleeping on at his step dad's. It was about nine
months since he had run away from the man and the brutal beatings. He had
survived initially by stealing, then by giving blowjobs to old perverts in
West End loos. That was where John and Trev had spotted him. Apparently,
they had been watching him come and go with various men for a few hours
when Trev propositioned him. Trev offered him £20 and a meal if he would
come back with them for a couple of hours. It was pouring down and seemed
like a good idea. Shit! Was that wrong. First of all Trev wanted as lot
more than a blow job and the man was huge. Second, being locked up and used
for their more extreme S&M games wasn't any more fun than being beaten up
daily by his step dad. He could never understand why his mum just took it
all and stood and watched. She got her share of beatings too, but from the
first time the man had hit Andy, she seemed to just go rigid, unable to do
anything to defend herself or her son. That was when Andy had been just
eleven. He'd put up with it for years, but as he got older, so the man got
more brutal and Andy actually feared for his life. He wondered if his mum
now got the most brutal beatings that had been reserved for him
previously. Well, she deserved what she got.

Philip lay watching his roommate. For the last two weeks the two of them
had been forced to perform every perverse act imaginable on each other and
with the various men Trev and John provided with boys. He'd been in and out
of children's homes all his life because his mother, a single mum of
fourteen when he was born, was a manic-depressive. She was in and out of
hospitals herself and each time she had an episode, social services would
place Philip in one of a number of homes or occasionally with foster
parents. Some of them were great. Some of them were bastards. Eventually
he'd started running away, only to be picked up by the police and returned
to whatever home he was in that month. A few days later he was off
again. That was in Manchester, well, Salford actually. Most people don't
realise that Greater Manchester is actually a conglomeration of two cities,
Manchester and Salford, and a number of smaller towns and villages that
they swallowed up as they grew. Salford generally was the poorer
sister. Eventually, through hitchhiking and walking, he had made his way
all the way down to London.

He'd begged and stole to get by, even done a few blowjobs though he didn't
like that as he was certain he wasn't gay, and spent some time with a group
of kids who lived in a squat in the East End. The squat was basic, but it
had power and water and the kids were free to come and go as they
pleased. There were about a dozen of them, though that changed daily. Some
did rent, others were thieves and some even had jobs, some of the older
ones. A girl called Maggie worked on a market stall selling fruit and veg,
so she was never short of food. She frequently made a stir-fry or veg
casserole for the younger members of the squat and made sure that they got
a couple of decent meals a week at least. When Philip turned up, she had
taken a liking to him, this skinny young teen, and even helped him get rid
of the lice, which had taken up permanent residence in his long unkempt
hair. She had cut is and washed it with a de-louser which stank the place
out and everyone complained. Once she had finished with his head she had
told him to take of his pants so she could do his pubes. He went red and
refused until she said that if he didn't they could hide there and cover
him again. He hated all the itching and scratching so he stripped and as
soon as she applied the de-louser he went hard as a rock. She laughed and
he went red. She was sixteen, and he was only thirteen and a runt, but they
had a strange friendship that occasionally strayed into sex when they both
needed company.

When a company had evicted all the kids to redevelop the building, they
were homeless and disbursed all over the city. The last time he had seen
her, Maggie had given him a few quid to help him look after himself and
told him to check in with her on the market to see if they found anywhere
else. He decided to go and spoil himself and he too had met Chris, Danny
and John one afternoon, in a cinema. The seduction wasn't sexual for him;
it was the offer of a meal and the playful excitement he saw as Danny
jumped all over the place, completely ignoring the film. He wanted that
joy, that carefree childhood he thought he saw in Danny. Once he was back
at Trev's place, he wasn't allowed to leave, or even wear any clothes. The
basement had been his home for almost two weeks now and although he hadn't
really done any gay stuff before, apart from a couple of blow jobs, he had
done everything he could have imagined and much that he could never have
dreamed about in his scariest nightmares. This was brilliant. He was
out. And if Andy didn't stop biting his nails, he'd eat his fingers to the
knuckle. Philip had gotten used to the snip snap sound, but he still didn't
like to watch as sometimes, Andy would even make his fingers bleed.

Danny slept deep and long. Not even the bells woke him, but when he did
wake up he was full of energy and poked and prodded and jumped on Christ
till he too was wide-awake. They had changed into the pjs provided and
smuggled up together in one of the beds. Danny cried himself to sleep, but
Chris had taken ages to fall off because he was worried about his dad.
Chris and Danny weren't fazed by the sex because they had never known
anything else. They had been taught how to use it to manipulate others by
giving them pleasure. They enjoyed it most of the time. Sometimes their dad
got a bit rough, but that was dad. They didn't feel abused. They felt loved
and secure, but now they were in a strange world where the values they had
been brought up with were upside down. Chris was afraid of what was going
to happen to him and Danny. He was afraid for his dad and John and he was
afraid for Sam. Although Sam was over a year older, he didn't act it. He
was still quite a little boy in some ways. John and Sam had moved in with
them a couple of years ago and quickly became part of the family and
involved in their sex business. John was a whiz on the net and between
them, the two men did a roaring trade on the net of anything to do with
sex: toys, magazines, DVDs and even posters and photosets. They imported
from all over the world and sold them on, ignoring whether the things were
legal or not. Both were already having sex with their respective children
and their joint venture into supplying boys fro men grew from there. It was
very profitable to supply boys to policemen, judges and politicians as well
as businessmen and women. Chris wondered if the police had found his dads
list of clients. It was in an encrypted file on one of the PCs, but the
police could probably break the encryption, couldn't they.

Around noon, Mr Chester collected all the boys and took them down a level
and into a big storeroom. There he provided them all with several changes
of clothes, underwear and both shoes and trainers. He also provided all the
boys with a basic school uniform of grey school style shorts and white polo
shirts with the school emblem embroided on the left side of the chest.
Taking them back up to their rooms, he explained that during days, Monday
to Friday, they would wear the uniform, but in the evenings and at weekends
they could wear the casual clothes. Andy objected to wearing shorts, but Mr
Chester said all the boys wore shorts and the girls wore skirts.

"Girls? I 'aint seen no girls." Andy said.

"Well their dorms are in the other wing. There is no way across there
either, from the top boys floor. You have to go down a level and back up
their stairs, but you, I'm afraid boys, cannot do that. Boys are not
allowed in the senior girls corridor and girls are not allowed up to the
senior boys corridor either. Older boys and girls need to respect each
other's privacy. I'll explain our few rules to you this afternoon, but for
now, just get dressed in casual stuff and I'll come back in a few minutes
to show you down to the refectory." With that he turned and went back down
the stairs. They went back into their rooms, dressed as instructed and
waited for him to return. He collected them a few minutes later and began
explaining who ran the school and why.

"So for hundreds of years there were no schools or NHS (free National
Health Service) so the churches and monasteries looked after the poor
people, educated them, tended to their health needs and even fed them. The
church was the original welfare system. Today, most people don't need the
church to do that for them, but in some areas the State doesn't put enough
money in to do the job properly, so once again, Christians give their own
money to help people who need it. This Home has some of the best local
school results and very good sports and recreation facilities. Although
many boys eventually go home, are fostered out or even adopted, we try to
make your stay here as positive as possible." He looked at the rather blank
faces. "Sorry boys. I do rather tend to go into a sales pitch when I start
talking about how good we are. I show a lot of the people who give the
money round and I kind of use the same stuff on them. Too boring?" The boys
each started to refute that he was boring them, but he just chuckled.

"Well, I know something that won't be boring. It's lunchtime and today I
think the choices are chicken stir-fry, lasagne or fish and chips." He led
them through the big entrance hall and down a wide corridor to some double
doors. The room had a serving counter at one end, a table at the other
where the teachers were sat and three long tables that ran between the two
ends. Mr Chester told them each to get a tray and join the queue. Most of
the boys and girls ahead of them were younger. He explained that the
classes came out staggered to make it easier to serve them and that each
child must also take and eat at least one item of fruit. There were also
fruit bowls in each common room, so if the boys wanted a snack later that
evening, they could just help themselves. Philip chose the lasagne, but the
rest predictably chose the fish and chips. Mr Chester chose the
stir-fry. The other children called him 'Sir' when they spoke to him. He
made sure they were seated and then went to his place on the teachers'
table.

James and Sam sat together between two girls who looked about ten years
old. The girl on Sam's side pretty much ignored them, but the youngster
next to James immediately started bombarding him with questions. He
artfully deflected the most intrusive, but she was persistent and learned
all their names. She was Amanda and an orphan. She was ten years old and
had been here for six months. She loved swimming and riding bikes. Did he
know that the school has dozens of bikes they could use? He managed to
confirm he didn't know that around a mouth full of chips and peas. She
seemed happy to have an audience and chatted on until an older girl
opposite told her to give it a rest. She complied, sulkily, but managed a
mischievous wink at James when she thought the older girl wasn't
looking. The older girl was preoccupied with her lunch, but James stared at
her anyway. She was about twelve or thirteen and totally enthralling. James
had never seen anyone as beautiful. He must have been sitting with his
mouth open, because Sam kicked him under the table and told him he was
catching flies.

"Amanda, who is she?"

"Oh, her. She is pretty Miss princess Anne. She thinks she is some kind of
royalty or something, or she acts like that anyway."

He turned and looked at Sam. Sam had a glum expression on his face. With
everything that was going on, James had forgotten that Sam had shopped his
own father and that must have been hard to do. James put his hand on the
teen's knee and squeezed gently. Sam offered a weak grin in return. This
was hard on all of them, but for James, it seemed a great improvement on
the last few days. After lunch, Mr Chester cam and collected hem again. He
led them back to the entrance hall and through a set of large wooden doors
labelled, 'Office'. Once inside he led them through another door into a
smaller room where a dozen low comfy chairs were arranged around a coffee
table in a u shape. He invited them all to sit and began talking about the
schools history, service to the community, traditions and standards. Some
of it was interesting, but Danny couldn't help fidgeting and Andy looked as
if he'd heard it all before and didn't care. After about ten minutes
another man came in. Mr Chester introduced him as Mr Spiller, one of the
school's counsellors.

"I'm the headmaster, so although I love to be available as much as possible
to talk to you, sometimes I just have to deal with other boring stuff and
so the School Counsellors help me by being available for you to talk to
when you need it. Mr Spiller will be assigned as counsellor for all six of
you, so any problems relating to what has happened, or anything here at
school, or even relating to your families, he is the man to see. He already
knows all the details, so please don't be embarrassed to come to him with
any problem whatsoever." He leaned back against a normal height table and
dropped his head as if he was thinking.

"Now. I am sure Mrs Daniels told you that the police would probably want to
talk to you all again. If they do, Social Services will provide someone to
sit in the interview with you. However, if at any time you feel that you
need someone else to help or advise you, or even if you need legal advice,
we can set that up for you.  Social services don't necessarily like it when
we get involved, but we put you and your needs first, before anything
else. Anyone have any questions?" They all shook their heads. Mr Chester
handed over to Mr Spiller and he led the boys to his office.

"I'm in here most of the time, but please knock first in case I already
have someone in talking to me. I'm normally here until about six or seven
during the week. If I'm not here, check at the office. They have my mobile,
so if it can't wait, they can even get me at home. I have two teenage boys
of my own, so I have seen and heard most things either here in the school,
or at home with my own family. Don't ever be afraid to come, no matter what
it is. I'm not here to judge you, just to help in any way I can. Ok?"

The boys nodded and followed him as he began a full tour of the school: the
classrooms, science lab and technology and design workrooms, the computer
centre and media centre, the music rooms and a sophisticated language
lab. Everything they saw looked new or almost new. The school had the
latest equipment in each department. Then they crossed the yard to the
sports hall and saw the pool, the gym and weights room, the equipment
stores and boys changing rooms. There were a group of 16 or 17 year old
boys changing for football as they walked through and one of them, a tall
boy with dark hair and broad shoulders winked at Danny. The older teen was
huge compared to the nervous little boy. Next, Mr Spiller showed them the
other buildings hidden behind the sports building where the maintenance and
outdoor sports equipment were stored, including the bikes. He showed them
the playing field and cricket nets, the tennis and basketball courts.
Finally he led them back indoors and up to the next level. Off the balcony
were several common rooms and quiet study rooms for the children to use
during their free time. Although they were different ages, they had all
been allocated to the same study room and common room. He left them there
to occupy themselves until dinnertime. There were a few other children
already in there. A couple were wearing casual clothes like themselves, but
most wearing school uniforms. Some were reading, others watching TV. A
couple of girls were sitting by the window playing chess and a boy about
the same age as Chris and James was sitting playing on one of four
Playstations that lined part of one wall.  Two older teens were playing
pool and engaged in loud conversations that they obviously found hilarious
as they frequently broke out in fits of laughter.

The boys sat looking at each other, at the other children and even at their
feet for a while, until, one by one, they began to explore the common room
to see if there was anything that they might like to do. Before long, Andy
had joined another teen racing round some foreign city on a Playstation.
Philip, Danny and Chris had settled down to watch TV and Sam and James were
playing cards with another couple of boys. Slowly, the common room filled
up with more children and teens, including Danny's new friend from the
changing rooms, who recognising him, ruffled the little boys hair and
winked as he passed. Danny blushed. The rest of the afternoon was spent
relaxing and playing until the dinner bell called everyone down to the
refectory.

More to come...