Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:43:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Marks <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapter 9

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James: Chapter 9


James slept fitfully. He woke several times and each time he thought about
what had happened with Tom. He reached his hand down to his dick and gently
moved it away from his thigh. It was still a little sore fro the way Tom
had pulled at it. His gut was in knots. He so badly wanted, no, needed a
home, somewhere to hide, to live, but could he deal with what he was doing
here with Tom. What would his mum have said? Tears welled in the corners of
his eyes. He blinked them away and felt one roll down his cheek to the
bed. No, none of this would be happening if she were still alive. Life was
cruel. It was now Sunday morning and that was their day to go out, either
bowling or swimming or to the cinema. Mum made every Sunday an adventure.
One Sunday, that summer, he had thought they were going out for the day and
they had ended up in Paris on their way to Disneyland for a three-day
break. Another time they had ended up in Edinburgh for three days. They had
visited the palace in the morning, the castle in the afternoon and the
Tattoo that evening. What a day! Other days had been trips to Regents Park,
to visit the Zoo, the Dome at the millennium and she had even taken him to
football matches, despite the fact that she did not actually like football
herself!  Tom obviously wanted to treat him too, yesterday had made that
clear, but he wanted other things as well. James thought about the amazing
feeling that had robbed him of the strength to stand. Out of this world,
but he still felt confused.

He drifted off to sleep again, secure in Tom's arms and wrapped tightly in
the duvet. The next time he awoke because Tom had his hand between the
boy's legs, alternately fondling his balls and stroking his already hard
little penis. James said nothing. He lay there and wondered why this felt
so good, but felt so confusing too. It was becoming very clear that if he
stayed with Tom, this was what he could expect. Did he want that? He still
wasn't sure. He could feel Tom's warm breath on his neck and his cheek. Tom
reached over and laid a gentle kiss on the back of his neck and then
nuzzled up into his hair. This was gentle Tom, but each time the man's hand
came back to his dick, James could still feel the soreness caused by Tom's
rough treatment the night before. It was a reminder of everything he needed
to consider here, but the more Tom stroked and fondled, the less clear
James' thoughts became. Once again that feeling began in his groin and
zapped up into his head, robbing him of the capacity to think about
anything. He gasped.

"Your awake. Good morning." Tom reached over and placed a kiss on James'
cheek without breaking his rhythm on the boy's penis.  "Hm Hm." James
agreed, still unable to get over the bolts of pleasure shooting through his
body. He let out a huge gasp as the largest bolt he had felt yet zapped
through him.  "Like that, eh?"  "Hmmmmmmm."

Tom continued, a little slower, but also took the boys left hand and placed
it on his own morning erection. He guided it up and down the shaft, holding
it firmly in his own hand. James moved slightly to make it easier to bend
his arm. Tom's breathing got faster and faster and just as James was
beginning to think his arm would fall off, Tom exploded all over the boy's
buttocks. He let go and James pulled his arm back round to the front and
massaged his elbow, which was a little sore from being bent back. Tom moved
the head of his dick around the boy's buttock, spreading his cum across the
bare flesh. He pulled James round to face him and kissed him, passionately.
What is with this tongue thing, James thought. He felt Tom's tongue
exploring every corner and each tooth in turn. After what seemed like ages,
James had to push Tom away so he could come up for breath.

"How about some breakfast and a shower before we start the day for real?"
Tom had sat up beside him and was stroking his hair.  "Ok."  "It speaks!"
"What?"  "Well, so far this morning all I've got out of you is 'hmmmmm'."
He reached over and tickled James' sides, making the boy wriggle and
squirm.  "Ok! Ok! All right. Stop it!"  "Ho, ticklish are we?"  "Yeahhhh."
James couldn't stop laughing. Tom tickled his side, his armpit and his
tummy. He pulled up on of the boy's legs and tickled the sole of his
foot. James laughed 'til his sides hurt.

Tom eventually stopped and they both, still naked, made their way over to
the kitchen. Tom, although walking ahead of James, couldn't help keeping
looking back at the naked boy behind him. He couldn't believe how lucky he
was to discover his own sexual proclivity at the same time as he came
across such a willing and compliant young friend, such a special friend. As
he walked he felt his penis start to harden again. He crossed to the sink,
washed and dried his hands and then lifted a loaf of bread from the fridge.
He put four slices in the toaster and pushed down on the lever. James
jumped up onto a stool and sat at the breakfast bar. He watched Tom move
around the kitchen, and thought about his mother again. She was a good
cook. Tom poured two glasses of fresh orange juice and handed one to James.
He fetched the butter and honey and returned to the toaster, from which the
four now browned sliced had just jumped. He buttered them and placed them
on two plates, offering one to James.

"Honey, honey?" A smile crossed his face, but it was obvious his pun went
straight over James' head. The boy said yes and Tom spread all four slices
with honey. They ate and drank in almost silence, Tom wondering how he
could keep this boy and James wondering what was going to happen to him.
Neither had any answers. When they had both finished their breakfasts, he
took James' hand and led him up to the bathroom. Already naked, they walked
straight into the shower enclosure and tom turned on the water.  James
jumped back as the first flow of water was very cold. He moved so quickly
and with such force that he actually bumped his head of the tiles and it
hurt.

"Sorry." Tom said, moving over to the boy and rubbing his head where it had
hit the tiled wall. He moved the hair aside to check it James had broken
the skin, but although it was red, there was no blood. "I always forget the
water in the pipes is cold. It should have warmed up now." He led James
back under the heavy stream of water now flowing from the large chromed
showerhead. It was warm, almost hot. Tom ran his hands all over the child
facing him. He was so beautiful, Tom couldn't remember felling like this
about anybody, ever. He ran his hands between James' legs and paused to
fondle his balls and penis. He reached for the shower jell and squeezed
some on his own chest and a generous amount on James. He rubbed his own
into his armpits and over his shoulders, around his back, buttocks and
crotch and down his legs. Then he pulled the boy towards him and started on
him. He massaged it into James' shoulders and neck. He rubbed his back and
into the crack between his buttocks. Each time his fingers moved into the
crack a little further, until the found the boy's hole, tight and
unyielding. He moved back to James' front and rubbed across his chest and
circled around his nipples, making them islands of lather. He rubbed James'
stomach and dipped repeatedly into his navel. He sank his hands down each
side of the boy's genitals and the inside of his thighs until he reached
his ankles. Slowly he worked his calves and knees. He took his time working
his way back up to his crotch. Once there he used the lather to lubricate
the small shaft until it jumped to life and began to grow I his hand. One
hand massaged the skin around and back and forth whilst the other forced
it's way between the young thighs and alternated between fondling the small
marble sized balls, which were held tight against the underside of the
shaft, and the tight little hole that increasingly fascinated Tom.

James enjoyed being showered. Having someone else run their hands all over
him was extremely pleasurable. When Tom massaged his dick gently like this,
it felt great too, but every now and then Tom would push a finger against
his arse-hole and that was kinda freaky. Did Tom really want to fuck him?
He swallowed hard. Just the thought made him anxious. He knew that when he
did a big poo it hurt, so what would it feel like having Tom's big dick up
his arse? Just then he felt Tom's finger once again push against his
hole. Each time he instinctively clenched. Once again he felt the pressure
and this time, aided by the lubricating lather and the repeated gentle
pushes, his hole gave way and the tip on the man's finger entered him.
James immediately reached back and pulled Tom's hand away.

Tom looked up at James. Obviously the boy was going to need some
encouragement to go to the next stage. He pulled his arm out of James'
grasp and pushed the tip of his finger against the hole again. This time it
popped straight in. Having now given way, it seemed to open easier. He
watched the boy's face as he winched at the intrusion. Again James grabbed
his hand and pulled it away. Despite the boy's obvious aversion to what he
was doing, something inside Tom was desperate to go further, push the
boundaries. The boy had now done everything but this and Tom saw no reason
they shouldn't explore this too. It made perfect sense, to him, but not to
James.

"Don't." His brow was furrowed and his lip was trembling.  "Why not?" Tom
desperately wanted to go further. If he could just push a little, persuade
him, he was sure James would enjoy it.  "I don't want."  "Why not?"  "It'll
hurt."  "I'll be very gentle, honest."  "No!"  "Come on. You'll enjoy
it. If you just relax..."  "No, Tom. I don't want to." He pulled away from
the man and stood, defiant, but didn't leave the shower enclosure. He
didn't have anywhere to go, but he didn't want this either. He felt tears
welling in his eyes and his lip trembling. He felt the knot in his stomach
turn so hard it took his breath away. He doubled up and collapsed on the
shower floor, crying.

Tom was horrified. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What had he
done? What kind of monster was he turning into? He stood aghast as the
beauty before him transformed into a terrified child and collapsed on the
shower floor, in tears, tears he had caused! He slumped down beside the boy
and pulled the child into his arms. Both of them were now crying. The words
'rape' and 'abuse' circled through Tom's head. He couldn't believe that he
had thought he could force this child to let him screw him. Bastard! For
the first time Tom could remember, he hated himself. He regretted that
moment, in Charring Cross Station; when he had first perceived that he
could love a boy, love him intimately, sexually. He hugged the child
harder, wanting to protect him, but how could Tom protect James from Tom?
There was only one way: he had to give the child up to the authorities.
Shit! What if he told? Wasn't that more likely now? He hugged the child and
began to rock, to sooth his own fears as much as the boy's.

It seemed like hours, but after about ten minutes James started to settle.
Tom pulled him up and back into the shower. He lathered the up again, this
time careful to avoid James' anus. He rinsed them both off again, turned
off the shower and stepped out to get towels. He took James' hand and led
the boy onto the bathroom carpet. Soft and warm underfoot he saw James curl
his toes into the long pile. Tom smiled at him.

"I'm sorry I scared you." The child stood, silently watching him. "I really
am. I don't want to hurt you, honest. Before I met you I didn't even know I
could love a boy like this. I've only ever been with women." Despite his
apology, James still stood silently, staring at him blankly. Tom picked up
one of the towels he had brought out and began to towel the boy down. He
half expected James to take the towel off him and insist on doing it
himself, but he didn't. He just stood there, neither smiling, nor frowning.
He was blank. No emotion on his young face. Tom wondered what was going
through James' mind, right now. Did he hate him? Why would he still let Tom
shower and dry him if he hated him? Tom began to relax. As his mind fought
off his worst fears, so he once again began to see the beauty that had
first attracted him to this boy. His hands, still padding the towel over
the boy's body, moved slowly back to James' penis. He let the towel slip
and began to rub it gently. He began to move the skin back and forth, up
and down the shaft, until it began to stiffen. Obviously James still wanted
this.

James stood there as Tom padded him dry, trying to decide what he should
do. If Tom was really sorry, then that wouldn't happen again and James
could stay here. Why not? But what if Tom wasn't really sorry? What if that
was what Tom really wanted? He watched as Tom's towel covered hands started
back towards his crotch. Tom let the towel slip and once again started to
massage his dick. He glanced down at Tom's dick; it was rock hard again.
He'd seen it while they were in the shower, watched it twitch in excitement
while Tom tried to stick his finger up James' arse. Perhaps that was a more
honest indication of what this man would want. James didn't believe Tom was
sorry. He was even more confused now than he had ever been, but what choice
did he have? If this man raped him, whom could he tell?  James, perhaps
truly for the first time, realised how helpless he really was. Strangely,
as the man pulled again at his James' dick, the boy couldn't feel any
emotion. He felt drained. His face showed neither pleasure nor fear. He was
blank. He wasn't scared anymore. Something had just snapped and now he had
to make a decision: Stay, or run.


More to come...

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