Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 23:17:38 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James 40

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James: Chapter 40

She was sure she recognised at least one of the youths that had just passed
her and gone into the restaurant. She certainly couldn't afford to eat in
such a place. Since that awful boy had fallen to his death four years ago,
her career, her life had been blighted.  Advancement within Social Services
was never going to happen as her permanent record suggested that although
she had not been prosecuted, she was responsible for the boy's death and
said she was unsuitable for front line client contact or positions of
responsibility. Once they had started looking, the department found mistake
after mistake, children hurt as a direct result of bad judgement call after
bad judgment call.  It became obvious she was not suited to this kind of
work. She left and tried to get a better position in the private sector,
but mud sticks and her reputation preceded her.  She genuinely couldn't
understand it. She really thought she was in the right, trying to block the
young boy being fostered by that irresponsible man and even if she had
pushed the other boy, it was no loss: he was obviously a pervert like his
father.  Eventually she managed to get a lowly clerical position in the
Inland Revenue. It was less than she had been earning before, but it kept
her out of poverty, just. One night, as she left the drab office building
where she worked, she was mugged and badly beaten. The attacker turned out
to be a child she had repeatedly let down eight years earlier and when
confronted with the person who had ruined his life, the young man had just
flipped and attacked her. Now she walked with a limp. She passed the large
restaurant window and was sure she knew these young men. Pausing, she
scanned the happy group: several boys of around sixteen or seventeen, a
younger boy and five adults. She felt a stabbing pain as she recognised one
of the men. Then, as she scanned the group again, she recognised James,
Chris, Danny, and Tom. Anger welled up inside her, but there was absolutely
nothing she could do. The group, seated at a large round table, began an
animated conversation. They were happy, laughing and obviously
thriving. She turned, walked away and caught the bus back to her small
shabby one bedroom apartment.

Inside the restaurant, the group took their seats. Chris and Danny had been
brought to the party by their adoptive parents. Once the courts had linked
Trev and John to three child murders, they received several life
sentences. It was extremely unlikely that either of them would ever be
released. When Sara Rousseau's elder sister, Elizabeth and her husband,
Ross, had first met the boys on a day out with Tom and Sara, they had
fallen in love with them. Liz and Ross had been married for ten years, but
Ross had medical problems that meant they could never have children
together. With the help of Allan Spiller and Mr Chester, they had first
fostered and eventually adopted the two boys. The boys were thriving and at
sixteen, Chris was already five foot eleven inches tall and very handsome,
if perhaps still a little slim. Danny was still small, but at that stage
where he was about to enter adolescence and shoot up. He was a happy,
cheeky boy and full of life and teasing Sara about her flaming red hair,
saying she must be a Viking or at the very least a Scot, so how did her
family end up with a French Surname?

James sat between Tom and one of his school friends. He too had shot up,
but unlike the tall and slim Chris, he was broad shouldered and solid. Not
an ounce of excess fat though, as he and Tom worked out regularly and James
played rugby for his school.  There were two friends from his new school in
their group, Richard and Adam, and from the children's home, Dean. After
several disastrous attempts to reunite Dean with his family, he had finally
been fostered to an older couple whose own children were all grown up. They
recognised his potential and spent time and their own money helping him to
realise it. Tom had invited them too, but they had decided it was better if
Dean were allowed to socialise without feeling constrained by their
presence.  Anyway, they had met James and Tom several times and Dean had
frequently been allowed to stay over at Tom's. Dean, like James, had filled
out well. He was a strong and confident young man and was flirting with the
waitress who had come to take their drinks order.

Sara squeezed Tom's knee. Tom had been a real friend to her. Nothing
romantic had happened, but they were now close friends and she often felt
like a surrogate mother to James. She adored James. He was funny,
intelligent and insightful. She had observed them together and the bond
between them had grown so strong so quick.  They were very tactile and
affectionate towards each other and towards her, but in a different
way. Many times she felt that the relationship between James and Tom was
more intimate than was wholly appropriate, but each time she had broached
it with them, it had been James that had artfully sidestepped or warned her
off politely. In truth, what ever had brought about this amazing change in
Tom had to be good and if James was ok, who was she to pry? And James was
definitely Ok. He had excelled in his school exams: three A stars, three As
and a B. Instead of A levels, next year he would begin a Baccalaureate. He
had restarted his piano lessons and just taken his grade 4 exam and also
taken up the guitar. He and Tom were just back from a two week climbing
holiday in Italy and they both had warm tans. Tom looked back at her and
smiled. He was elated to be sharing James' sixteenth birthday with their
closest friends. James had shot up and beefed out over the last couple of
years. No longer a child subject to the whims of fate, James was a strong
and energetic young man with a lust for life.  After the foster application
had been resubmitted and approved, Tom and Allan had sat James down and
told him what was proposed, if he wanted it. It was Tuesday evening.  "But
only if that is what you want to do, James." Tom said.  James sat silently,
for a moment, and then burst into tears. The men looked at each other and
Allan motioned for Tom to hold back and give the boy a moment. It was
perhaps three minutes before James started to calm down. He turned and
threw his arms around Tom, burying his head against the man's shoulder.
"Are you all right?" Tom asked.  "Yeah."  "Sure?"  "Yeah." They all sat for
a few more minutes, waiting for James. "Is this real?"  "Yes, James. It
certainly is." Allan Spiller answered. "But the final decision is up to
you." He watched the boy unravel and straighten up on the chair. A broad
smile replaced the down turned mouth and the eyes that were red from his
tears, now sparkled. "Would you like to go and live with Tom?"  "Oh yeah!"
He turned back to Tom and asked, "When?"  Tom looked across at Allan with
raised eyebrows, asking the same question.  "I guess all the paperwork is
already done, so any time you are ready."  "Today?"  "How quick can you
pack?"  "Wow!" The boy sprang up from his seat and ran out of Allan's
office, surprising both the men. They quickly followed, unsure of whether
he was going to pack or what. He ran to his room and threw his possessions
on the bed. Allan stepped into the room with a holdall, followed by Tom who
was holding a couple of cardboard boxes.

"You ran out so quickly, we didn't have time to discuss the other important
news."  Allan said.  "What?"  "Well, it's about your house and all your
mothers belongings." Allan added.  "What about them?" James asked, slumping
onto the bed at the mention of his mother.  "Well, as well as foster carer,
Tom has been made an interim Guardian and given the responsibility, with
myself and social services, of sorting out your old house, your mother's
possessions and her finances. Because she had a will, it is a bit simpler
as everything has been left to you, but because you are under eighteen,
someone has to take responsibility for it all until you reach eighteen."
"Ok, so what does that mean?"  "Well, because of where your house is, it
alone has been valued at over £400,000, but your mother also owned the
house next door to yours which is worth about the same and is rented out at
present. Your mother also had a portfolio of shares and investments that at
current values are well over £500,000. So that makes your total assets
worth over £1.3 million and you a very rich young man."  "You mean that
when I was sleeping in cold, damp alleyways, I was a millionaire all the
time?"  "Well, yes. I guess you could put it that way."  "The point is,
James, that with or without me, you have a secure future."  "Tom, with
you. You know that's what I want, right?"  "I guess we do now, but you had
to have all the information before you made the final decision."

Telling Chris and Danny was hard. Dean, Phil, Andy, Big Tony and all the
other friends James had made also had to be told. It wasn't too great a
surprise to most of them, except, perhaps, how quickly it had
happened. They moved the majority of his belongings over to great Portland
Street that evening, but it was agreed that James would commute back to the
school for the rest of that week. Tom had arranged for James to start his
new school on Monday. Once the car was packed and, goodbyes said, Tom drove
down the drive and over the bump where the drive crossed the
pavement. James was silent most of the way into Central London. Tom kept
looking over at him, wondering what he was thinking. Was this a good idea?
He loved the boy, but would he be able to control himself? He was sure,
that after the experiences of the last few weeks, months now, he had
changed, but how certain could he be that those changes were permanent?
James had obviously forgiven him, but was that enough. Tom pulled into the
service alley behind his apartment and parked half over the yellow
line. They carried James' belongings into the lobby, loaded the lift and
went up to the apartment. James had been a few times since the builders had
left but it still felt different, now that it was his home too.  "Let's put
your things upstairs for now and we can decide tomorrow where to put
everything." They walled upstairs and Tom led down to the second
bedroom. "This will be your room. We can talk about decorating and changing
things round once you get settled."  James dumped the box he was carrying
and threw his arms around Tom.  "Tom."  "James."  "Thanks."  "No need to
thank me James. You have changed me in so many ways. I can't thank you
enough." He looked down into the damp pools staring up at him. "And having
you here will be heaven."  James reached up and kissed Tom on the lips. Tom
pushed him back, breaking the kiss and James looked confused.  "James,
James. Just because you are moving in here, it doesn't mean you have to do
things, I mean sex things, with me."  "I know, but if I want to I can."
"Well, lets see how it goes. Get settled in first and then we'll see. It's
just really important that you know I'm doing this because I love you, not
because I want sex on tap."  "I know." James turned and jumped up on to the
bed. He jumped a couple of timed and landed flat on his back. He rolled
over and let out a huge sigh. He was home.

Tom moved the car to underground garage and then, exhausted, they both went
to their individual beds. The next day Tom took James back across to the
school in time for him to have breakfast with his friends, then drove to
work. He hated driving to work: the traffic was awful. When lessons
finished for the day, James hung with his friends until Tom came and picked
him up, and that was how it worked until the weekend. Each day brought
moments of joy, moments when they both cuddled up to watch a film; when Tom
sat and helped James with his homework, and moments when they had to work
out the logistics of how to live together and where the dirty laundry
went. James seemed to think that the stairs was as good a place for dirty
t- shirts and socks as any. Saturday, they both slept in until after
10. Tom shouted James to come down for breakfast and eventually the boy
appeared wearing only his white briefs. Tom stood and looked at his boy,
his hair all ruffled, his eyes squinting and red from being rubbed. James
stretched, one arm bent, the other out straight, revealing his muscles and
hairless armpits and Tom stared. After breakfast, James showered in his own
en-suite, dressed in some new clothes Tom had bought him on Thursday night
and pulled on his new trainers that had been left with all the other
footwear, on a mat by the apartment door. More shopping, then lunch at a
café above a shop on Regents Street. After lunch, they went to see a film
in Leicester Square and finally back home around five.

James stripped in the middle of the lounge.  "What are you doing?" Tom
asked.  "Trying them on." James tried on the new jeans, his new t-shirts
and school shirts, a pair of grey trousers that were also part of his new
school uniform and the wine coloured Jacket with it's school emblem on the
breast pocket. He tried on the new sports kit and then peeled off
completely to try on the new Speedos that were made especially for the
school in the school colours. Tom watched as James removed his underwear
without any embarrassment at all, revealing his penis and balls and Tom
thought he could see a few pubic hairs sprouting from the base. He flicked
his eyes up to James' face, conscious that he had been staring, but it
seemed that James hadn't noticed, or didn't care. Tom was very
self-conscious and didn't want to spoil this with stupidity.  "Well, they
all seem to fit just as well as they did in the shops this morning." Tom
said with a smile.  "I didn't try on the Speedos this morning."  "No, well
I guess that wouldn't be too hygienic, everyone trying on speedos. What if
they hadn't wiped their bum properly?"  "Errrrrr, Tom! You're disgusting."
"And you're so gorgeous I could eat you." He grabbed the boy and tickled
his naked sides until he was in hysterics. He blew a raspberry on James'
shoulder and then rolled him over and blew another in his navel. The boy
seemed all arms and legs. Tom grabbed him up again and pulled him close and
kissed his forehead. James tilted his head back and kissed Tom squarely on
the lips. Tom released him and let him fall to the floor laughing. James
took the clothes up to his room and Tom gathered up the packaging and threw
it in the bin.

Dinner was a chicken curry followed by ice cream and fruit and then they
settled down to watch some TV. Wearing just a pair of blue shorts, James
slid down till his head rested on Tom's shoulder and his legs stretched out
on the sofa. He pulled Tom's arm around him. He liked the feel of the man's
strong arm holding him, secure, safe, loving. James drifted off into a
peaceful sleep and around nine and a little later Tom carried him up to bed
and covered him with the duvet. He stood watching him for a few
minutes. James was beautiful. How lucky could a man be? He closed the door
and went down to clean up the mess he had left in the kitchen.  He couldn't
help but pause and visualise the sleeping beauty upstairs. Soon, he too
went to bed, and with that vision still in mind, he drifted off to sleep,
dreaming of his boy. He dreamed that James had woken up, slipped into his
room and into his bed. He felt the boy's arms wrap around him, smooth and
gentle. He felt the boy's breath on his neck and let out a sigh. No way was
he going to ruin the possibility of a life with James by trying anything on
with him. It was one thing dreaming that the boy's hands were exploring
him, but in reality, it may be weeks, months or years before anything
really happened.  Or even never. However, right now, he enjoyed the dream,
the feeling of James' hand making its way over his side and down to his
crotch. He started to harden with expectation as the small soft hand
grasped him and began to stroke back and forth. He felt the boy rise up and
slide over him, so that they were lying face to face. It seemed so real:
even the boy's weight over him. It was. He opened his eyes and there he
was.  They lay face to face.  "James."  "Tom."  "You don't have to do
this. This isn't what it's about. It's not why I brought you here."  "But
you want to?"  "Maybe. Well, yes; but you living here doesn't depend on you
having sex with me.  You can stay here and never do any of this."  "I
know."  "So you don't have to do this."  "I know." James leaned over and
kissed him, but Tom pushed him away.  "I mean it, James."  "I know." And
with that, James slid down and took the head of Tom's penis in his mouth.

Tom didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to let the boy continue,
but guilt and fear wracked him and he couldn't help but wonder if James,
despite his assertions to the contrary, felt somehow obliged. The boy
slowly slid down his shaft, and then slid back up, sucking all the way. A
shiver ran up Tom's spine and caused him gasp.  James paused, and then went
down again. He pushed his fingers between Tom's thighs and grasped the
man's balls. He ran a finger up the crease and in between Tom's legs. His
other hand guided the man's thick shaft into his mouth and each time he
seemed to twist his hand slightly, Tom gasped. Tom reached down and pulled
James back up to face him. He laid the boy on the bed and kissed him, his
tongue entering James' mouth and flicking across the boy's tongue. He
kissed his neck and his chest, each nipple and his navel and finally, the
small cluster of hairs sprouting from the base of James' already hard
dick. Then he looked back up at the boy's face.  James' eyes were close and
a smile stretched from one side to the other. He opened his mouth and
swallowed the boy's dick whole, sucking and causing that vacuum
sensation. James shuddered and sighed. He heaved his thighs up to meet
Tom's mouth and Tom began to stroke up and down using his lips and tongue.
As James forced his body up to meet Tom, Tom grasped the boy's buttocks
ands squeezed them. James shuddered with excitement. Tom's mouth felt
great. Tom moved down to James' balls and swallowed the whole sack, sucking
and stretching it away from his body. James giggled. Tom moved back onto
the boy's dick and slid his hand up to his nipples.  They were hard and as
Tom squeezed them, James flinched and exploded into Tom's mouth. Tom, still
hard, straddled James and began to masturbate himself. James wrapped his
hands around Tom's and pried the fingers apart. He slid his hand around the
man's shaft and stoked as fast as he could. He felt Tom stiffen up and the
witnessed stream after stream of cum squirt out in long streams. The first
hit his chin and the second, his lips. The third and fourth hit his chest
and later ones covered his stomach and his own cock and balls. He couldn't
resist tentatively slipping out his tongue and tasting the cum that had
fallen on his lips.  Not as bad as he expected. He licked it all off his
lips and then pushed his tongue out further to try and clean his chin
too. Tom laughed at him. He knelt down and sucked his cum off James' dick
and balls. Then he came up to the boy's mouth and they kissed. He fell flat
onto James and their bodies entwined as they kissed. Tom pulled James up
and they went through to the shower, where they once again repeated their
previous pleasures under the warm flow of the water.


Sarah looked across at James. He had a glazed expression, as if he was
remembering something. He was brought back to the party by Allan's voice.
"Well, James," Allan Spiller raised his voice to be heard above the general
chatter, "on behalf of everyone at the school, friends and teachers, happy
birthday."  "Thanks, Allan. I'm really glad you could make it." James said.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He beamed across the table at James. "We
have missed you and Tom the last couple of weekends. While you were away, a
new volunteer started and he got a soaking from the senior girls. One or
two of them asked when you'd both be back..." He smiled. As James had
turned into quite a hunk, and now that he too was volunteering at the
school alternate weekends, several of the girls swooned each time he
passed.  "It'll be next weekend, I think," Tom said, "and I promised Nita
we would help her with some trip she is planning at the end of the month
during the holidays."  "Yeah. I got roped into that one too." Allan
said. They both laughed.  "How was Disneyland?" James asked Chris.
"Wicked!" Danny replied. "We stayed in the Toy Story Hotel and we went on
all the rides in Magic Kingdom and spent a day at the Animal kingdom and
another at Epcot, but that was more boring, and then we went to the MGM
Disney Park and they had like this lift that dropped you and a
rollercoaster that went upside down in the dark and..."  "Take a breath,
Danny." Ross laughed at the boy's enthusiasm.  "It was great, James, and we
spent a couple of days at the water parks because they were absolutely
mint. The slides came down the side of a hill made up like a mountain peak
with fake sow and everything. We even managed to persuade Mum to go on the
biggest." He looked round at Liz with a cheeky grin. "We thought she'd
chicken out, but she didn't."

The conversation was brisk and exciting and continued through the
meal. After the cake, Allan left and Liz and Ross dropped Sara home. All
the boys were going back to Tom's for a sleepover. As there was seven of
them, they took two taxis back to Great Portland Street. The boys had all
stayed over before, but, with the exception of Adam whose own parents were
extremely wealthy, they never failed to marvel at the opulence in which Tom
and James lived. They moved the big sofas back and threw the huge cushions
on the floor to lounge on. It was already late and Tom told them not to
stay up too much later, but his words were lost amongst teenage
laughter. He smiled and quietly retired. It wasn't long before Danny, tire
out, also made his way up to the bedrooms. As well as James' own double
bed, there was a double sofa bed and a double airbed made up in his
room. Danny stripped and climbed into the sofa bed.  Downstairs the boys
were playing poker and talking about football, girls, boys and sex. Dean,
Chris and Adam all had girlfriends. Richard was gay and out, which was hard
for him, but it helped that such popular boys as James and Adam were his
greatest supporters. There were several girls and a few boys who had
expressed their interest in James, but although he admitted he was
flattered, he wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment. Chris and
Danny knew why. Dean had a good idea and both Richard and Adam had their
suspicions that James and Tom's relationship was more than just father and
son, but no one discussed it.

Once Tom and Danny had disappeared, as teenage boys will, they made for the
drinks cabinet and helped themselves. Was it Chris's idea, or maybe
Richards? In the morning, no one could remember, but at some point their
game had become strip poker. As James had already removed his shirt because
he was hot, he was naked first.  Once naked, the boys came up with
dares. Chris and James, because of their history, and Richard because he
was admittedly gay, led the way with more and more overtly sexual
dares. The five teenage boys were masturbating, measuring their dicks and
even jerking each other. Adam and Dean must have a little too much to
drink, because, although they were definitely not gay, neither objected
when someone was dared to suck them off. Around three am they took it up
stairs. They entered the room with multiple "Shssssssssses!" Danny was fast
asleep. Chris climbed in bed with his brother, Richard with James in the
big bed and Dean and Adam took the airbed.  Richard curled himself around
James and took a firm grasp of his friend's dick.  "You up for a little bit
more?"  "Not tonight, Richard. I'm knackered."  "Ok." Richard was
disappointed, but knew that James wasn't being mean or anything, they were
all knackered! It didn't stop him fancying his friend rotten though. They
fell asleep, Richard still holding James.

The next day they emerged, one by one, between 10 and lunchtime. Richard,
Dean and Adam had sore heads and Tom, without any sympathy, told them that
was what they got for raiding his drinks cabinet. After lunch they all went
bowling and then to the cinema. Although the film was a fifteen, they
managed to squeeze Danny in between them past the cinema staff. After the
film they piled into Pizza Hut and stuffed themselves. The meal finished,
various parents arrived to reclaim their sons and warm goodbyes were
exchanged. Tom and James walked slowly, side by side in the gentle evening
breeze. They were both quiet. They were so comfortable with each other that
they often spent long evenings, just the two of them together. Their
conversations were unforced and the silences were natural. In the four
years they had been together, they had had only three serious rows, and two
of them were over fights James had had at school. James had his own room
and bed and spent most nights there, but frequently he would creep into bed
with Tom. They were unashamed of the fact that they loved each other. They
were physical and showed how much they loved each other. They masturbated
each other and gave each other long slow massages and blowjobs, but never,
not once had Tom tried to force himself on James and they had never had
anal sex together. James wasn't ready for that, despite, or maybe because
of what had happened at Trev's.

They caught the Tube to Great Portland Street and wandered back up to the
apartment. Once through the door, James grabbed Tom and spun round to face
him.  "Thank you."  "For what?"  "Taking me in that first time, finding me
at the children's home, giving me a real home, loving me and being there
for me."  "Wow, James, quite a speech."  "Nothing to what I really feel,
Tom. You, Sarah and Allan have gone out of your way to make my life a good
one and I want you to know how much I really, really appreciate that. " "I
do, James. I really do. And you need to know that before you, I was a
selfish person and meeting you has changed me so much. I love you to bits."
Tom leaned in and kisses James on the lips. James threw his arms around him
and pulled his man in close. In a full embrace, they stumbled upstairs and
into Tom's bedroom. They frantically fumbled with each other's clothing,
stripping each other.  Tom hooked his thumbs in the waistband of James'
boxers and pushed them over the golden mound of hair and the rising shaft
at its centre. He cupped the boy's large balls and rolled them in his
grasp. He moved his hand onto the boy's dick and slip the fore skin back
off the swelling head and then back over it. He slid his hand up and down
the seven inch shaft until it was hard in his hand and then dropped to his
knees to devour it. He pushed the foreskin back once more and licked around
the sensitive rim of the purple swollen head. He flicked his tongue over
the slit at the pinnacle and sent familiar lightening bolts of pleasure
through the teen's body. James grasped his head and pulled it down on him,
thrusting deep into Tom's mouth and throat. The man submitted and sucked,
creating as much pressure with his tongue and lips as he could.  Back and
forth, slowly at first, then speeding up and slowing again; Tom knew how to
take James to the edge, and then hold it.

He came up and kissed the boy's chest, shoulders and lips. James went down
on him and sent Tom into a state of ecstasy. The man lived for the moments
when his boy did this for him. He enjoyed making James orgasm and
frequently massaged the boy to it without even touching his dick. They
explored each other, but never had they even discussed having anal sex. Tom
would never force anyone ever again. He loved James too much to risk
loosing him. They fell onto the bed and rolled over and over until they
were in a sixty-nine. They licked, nibbled and sucked each other until they
sent each other crazy.  "Come on." James said, getting up and leading Tom
into the shower. As they had done so many times before, they lathered each
other up, taking care not to over stimulate each other, and then they
washed all the soap off and started again. The physical sensations and
pleasure they gave each other were beyond description. After lathering and
washing off a third time, both were so hard it hurt. James led Tom out of
the shower enclosure and towelled him off. Tom towelled James off and they
walked back into the bedroom. James led Tom back to the bed and they lay
together, kissing and fondling each other. Tom was ready to explode if
James touched him just once more and then James stopped and pulled
away. What was wrong?

"Do you still want to fuck me, Tom?" James asked.  "Only if you want me
to." He answered.  "Ok, do it."  "Really?"  "Yes."


THE END



I hope you have enjoyed the journey as much as I have.

In my Yahoo group and in personal emails, I have been asked many times how
I capture the emotions and why certain aspects seem so real. This story is
fiction, but it is informed by my personal experiences as a child and
teen. I too lived on the streets for a time and experienced some of the
pain and pleasures described here.  I personally took a lot longer to find
confidence and love, but I believe that no matter what experiences we
travel through, it is not the experience that defines who we become, but
how we respond to them.

Some have found James provocative, others found it difficult, but almost
all of the mail I have received was positive and I thank you all for your
encouragement. I will now concentrate on finishing Luke and the other ideas
I am floating in the Yahoo group.  Once again, thank you all for your
encouragement.

Nathan

(Aka: Jonathan Mark.)