Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 15:36:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Marks <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapters 8

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James: Chapter 8


Once they had completed their showers, both boys now shared a common
feeling: they both felt guilty. James felt that what they had just done was
gay. Gay was something that was used to tease boys at school. Boys would be
extremely cruel to anyone who exhibited effeminate characteristics or
admitted to any possibility that they might be gay.  James knew that many
of his classmates had experimented with each other, but he had really been
quite shy and unwilling to participate. Well that was irrelevant now. He'd
done it! And with a man! His mind spun as Tom towelled him down. Tom was so
gentle, but doubts and fears flooded every corner of James' mind, 'til he
though his head would burst. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as
Tom finished drying his back. Tom took his hand and led him out of the
bathroom and back downstairs, still naked.

It had all gone far too far. One word from this boy and Tom would now spend
the rest of his life in prison. He was, well, he had abused a 12 year old
boy who was just about as vulnerable as anyone could be. The boy had lost
his mother, his home and was on the run from the authorities, and Tom had
taken advantage of all of that and had used the boy for his own sexual
gratification. All the justifications in the world did not excuse what he
had just done, what he was still doing. God! He was feeling the boy up
while he dried him. Tom finished drying James' back and took his hand and
led him back downstairs, still naked.

They crossed the lounge and stepped up into the media room, where James
collapsed onto the sofa in front of the plasma screen. Tom fetched two
cokes and, having given one to James, joined the boy on the sofa.

"You still Ok?"

"Hmm"

Not as positive a response as Tom had hoped for. Inside he was struggling
to hold it together. He wanted this boy so badly, but was now terrified of
the consequences of what he had just done; let alone what was now going
through his depraved mind. He wanted the child to tell him that it was
going to be all right; that James had wanted to do this all the time; that
he had fantasised about doing it with a man; that he would keep their
passion, Tom's abuse of his trust, a secret. For one brief panicked
moment. Tom understood why paedophiles sometimes killed their victims. Oh
god: I'm a paedophile! Tom could never kill anyone, let alone a child. It
was unthinkable, but he had just justified it in his mind. God, what am I
doing? I'd rather die that hurt a child! Then what do you call what you
have just done? His mind twisted and turned for what seemed like hours as
he stared at the boy, the cause of his problems. He watched James switch on
the Plasma screen and wondered how he could be so calm. He needed an
excuse; to blame the boy, but knew it wasn't justified. He was the adult
and he had engineered this situation. He was scared, very scared.

James sipped his coke and picked up the remote. He found the Simpsons on
Sky 106 and was almost immediately engrossed in the story, other more
troubling thoughts diminishing with each second. He laughed and his
confusion ebbed away. He almost choked on a mouthful of coke and so put the
glass down on the coffee table. Homer was trying to strangle Bart and
unconsciously James put his hand on Tom's naked thigh. Not at all sexual,
they were close and Tom's thigh was a convenient place to rest his hand,
almost like an armrest on a big comfy chair. As he laughed, his body moved
and the hand moved along Tom's thigh. A few minutes later, James had
relaxed and rested his shoulder against Tom's. By the end of the cartoon,
his head had found it's way to Tom's chest and Tom had wrapped his arm
around the boy, now resting his own hand on the boy's elbow.

Tom was still confused and as the boy made himself more and more
comfortable, so Tom became hard again. Despite rebuking himself, he now
knew what he wanted, what he wanted more than anything else: he wanted
James. He wanted James in any and every way he could possibly have him and
he wanted him forever. It all seemed completely impossible. He should have
already called the police and handed the boy over. They would crucify him
when they found out he'd had the boy over night and not reported him. He
knew what their immediate conclusions would be and he knew, now, that
they'd be right. So much had changed in the last 24 hours that Tom wasn't
sure he had ever really known who he really was. Well he knew now!  As he
beat himself up mentally his hand dropped to the boys stomach and started
to gently rub it.

James was growing tired. During three episodes of the Simpsons, he had made
himself comfortable, resting on Tom, who was gently rubbing his tummy. It
was like, well, like when he had a sore tummy and his mum had gently rubbed
it to make the pain go away. It was strangely comforting, relaxing,
reassuringly familiar. Occasionally his mind flicked to what they had done
in the shower and he still felt a little guilty, but that was diminishing
with the passing of time and all that remained was how amazing it had felt;
scary, but amazing. It didn't even cross his mind that he was still
naked. He was comfortable with Tom. The feeling of guilt almost forgotten,
he was enjoying the illusion of security, pretending this was how it would
always be; the two of them relaxing together, no pressure, no worries, just
comfortable. As he slipped further and further into a relaxed
semi-consciousness, he felt Tom's hand start once again to explore his
body.

Tom was aroused. James' breathing was deepening, but he had looked, and the
boy was still awake. He began to brush his hand over the boy's thigh, his
side, his arm, his stomach and even over his crotch. James lay still, his
breathing slow and even. Finally, Tom lifted James' head so he could slip
out from under him. He eased his hands under the boy and lifted him to his
chest. James, still half asleep, smiled up at him. Tom smiled back. James
was happy. Tom's fears were overcome by a combination of James' smile, his
own self-justification and sheer desire. He carried James to the bed, where
he stood the boy up for one moment while he pulled back the duvet, and then
slipped him beneath it. He flicked off the Plasma and the lights and
slipped in beside his boy. James rolled over to face him and Tom stretched
out his neck and kissed him full on his lips. They parted without any
instruction from Tom and let his tongue in to explore. Tom pulled back
slightly.

"You still Ok with this?" he stared at the boy beautiful boy beside
him. James didn't answer straight away and Tom's mind started flicking
through all the negative possible answers. Then the boy spoke, barely in a
whisper.

"I don't know," James paused and Tom held his breath, fearful of what James
would say, "but I do feel safe here with you. I like you and I want to make
you happy too."

"Then are you Ok to do what we did again?"

"I guess, if that's what you want."

"I do."

"Ok." James, this time, reached forward and planted a kiss on Tom's lips.

Tom's hands were exploring every part of his boy: they found his penis and
as he stroked it the young shaft started to harden; they explored the boys
chest and nipples; they stroked his back, the small of his back and cupped
his buttock; they spread his buttocks and pressed against the tight little
hole causing James to gasp as he felt like Tom's finger was going to pop in
his arse. James didn't really know what to do, so he tried to copy what Tom
did to him, but he didn't want to put his fingers anywhere near Tom's
arse. That was where shit came from! So, instead, his fingers found their
way back to the man's dick and started to stroke it like Tom had shown him
earlier in the shower. He felt the shaft thicken and harden as he did
it. To start with he could get his fingers all the way around it, but after
only a few strokes they no longer met. It seemed to get longer too. He
wanted to look at it, but Tom was still kissing him. What was with the
tongue thing, anyway? That was a bit weird.

Tom's kisses moved from the lips to the boy's chin, down his neck and
across his chest to his nipples. They fascinated him. He licked them,
teased them with his tongue and tweaked them with his fingers, causing
James to squirm. His kisses flowed down till they reach the boy's navel. He
sucked it, tickling James, who giggled like a young girl. He continued down
till he reached the firm young penis and devoured it. He slowly came back
up the shaft 'til he reached the head. Using his lips, he pushed back the
fore skin and ran his tongue around the bulging little head and into he
piss slit. He took the whole ball sack in his mouth and sucked, his tongue
playing with the balls inside, sliding them individually around in his
mouth. He licked back up the seam on the under side of James' penis to the
head and then back down and around the base of the ball sack to the
underneath. Here, despite their shower just a little earlier, Tom could
smell boy smells. He lingered and inhaled deeply. After a moment his tongue
followed the little flesh seam back between James' legs and half way
between his scrotum and his anus, Tom hit a place that made James shiver in
delight, from head to toe, as a bolt of pleasure the like of which he had
never experienced before, shot through him. It caused his young erection to
come to attention and reminded the boy of the orgasmic surge that had
robbed him of the ability to stand in the shower.

Tom realised he had found a sweet spot and kept moving away and coming
back, each time causing a bolt of pleasure to shoot through the boy. During
these, he alternated between sucking the boy's penis and lubricating his
anus with his tongue. Even the strange sensation of Tom's tongue against
his arse could not distract James, or the thought that that was his shit
hole. James was now in ecstasy, fully submitted to this sexual
adventure. Another bolt shot from his groin to his brain. Tom found that
during these bolts, James, for a moment, became unaware of what Tom was
doing to him. To start with, every time Tom had approached James' anus, it
had tightened up, impenetrable. Now, during these bolts, he found he could
get first his tongue in and the tip of his finger. Each time he pushed in
further and further. As his finger sunk in to the second knuckle he found
the next finger was in his way, so the next time he forced both in at once.

This time James did feel what he had done and yelped out, startled at the
intrusion he had suddenly become aware of. He tried to manoeuvre away from
Tom's fingers, but they were inside him, holding him. As he moved they
caused pain around his hole where they stretched the delicate virgin
skin. He was suddenly afraid of what Tom was trying to do to him. Did Tom
want to fuck him? That was a scary thought. What to do? How to distract
Tom? Suddenly it came to him. It wouldn't have been his first desire, but
in this situation, it would at least be better than being fucked!

"Tom."

"Hmmm?"

"Can I suck you?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I suck you?"

"You want to do that?"

"Ho, Yes!"

"Ok." Tom was surprised, but pleasantly so. He didn't think James would
want to do that to him, but he was up for it, so, of course he wanted James
to suck him.

The boy moved round to Tom's dick and grasped it. He moved the skin up and
down a few times. He observed each line and wrinkle as the skin moved. He
saw the huge head that was revealed as the skin withdrew. Each time the
piss slit seemed to wink at him. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively
touched it to the swollen head, expecting it to taste horrid, but it
didn't. It was almost tasteless; a little of Tom's smell mixed with the gel
they had used in the shower. It wasn't that unpleasant at all. He licked it
like an ice cream and found that it's surface was rough. He pulled his
tongue back into his mouth as covered it with spit. Then he let his tongue,
now lubricated, slide all over Tom's dick-head. The thought of the word
'Dick-head' made him laugh. 'Dick-head' was a rude name to call
someone. Here he was licking one. He felt Tom's hand lightly on the back of
his neck pushing his mouth over the head. He opened wide and took the whole
head in his mouth. He was scared he would bit it, so he pushed his lips
around it and moved them up and down.

Tom groaned and James guessed he was doing something right. Each time he
went down the pressure of Tom's hand made him go a little further, until
eventually he felt like it was going to go down his throat and he
gagged. Again and again he would stroke up and down, each time a little
deeper with the pressure from Tom's hand, until he felt it at the back of
his mouth and triggered an automatic gag reflex and had to pull off for a
moment. He pulled up a little each time, but sucked harder. Suddenly, he
felt Tom jerk beneath him and his mouth was filled with wave after wave of
Tom's come. He had tried to pull back after the first shot, but both Tom's
hands now seemed to grasp his head like a vice, forcing him down. He though
he would drown and began to choke again as the swollen head once again
filled his throat. At that moment Tom's hips fell back to the bed and he
released his grip on the boys head. He lay there for a moment and then
looked down at James.

"That was awesome, James. You did that like you were an expert."

Instantly, James began to feel proud that he had been able to please Tom,
rather than feeling a little upset that Tom had forced his head down so
hard, which had crossed his mind earlier. Without consciously knowing what
he was doing, Tom was using his own position of power to get what he wanted
from the boy, whilst still making the boy feel like he was valued, Later
Tom would regret this obvious abuse of trust, but for now, lust had
overtaken him and there was no stopping. He rolled over and roughly pulled
the boy beneath him. He took the boy's dick and squeezed it till the boy
squirmed.

"Aargh. Tom."

But Tom was not to be dissuaded. He began to pull on the boy's tool until
it was red and when James tried to slow him he took both the boy's hands in
one of his and pinned them to the bed above his head. He covered the boy's
mouth with his own and sank his tongue deep into the darkness.  Tom's
relentless stroking was sending growing sensations that James found it
difficult to describe as either please or pain, as they were both at
one. He eventually seemed to relax beneath Tom, until, with arched back and
pumping pelvis, he had his second dry orgasm that day. He dropped back to
the bed, exhausted and a little sore. The extreme please that had
obliterated Tom's rough treatment from James' mind. He lay there with a
dopey smile.

"You liked that, eh?"

"Oh, yeah."

This had gone even further than before and Tom had treated the boy a little
more like he treated his past conquests. A little rough always made it more
exciting and James' had seemed to like it, Tom told himself. They lay,
fondling each other, kissing each other, hugging each other until
eventually they both fell asleep.


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