Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 23:18:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Bailie Scott <bailiescott@icloud.com>
Subject: A Taste of America in London Part 2

A Taste of America in London

Chapter 2

This story is fiction.  Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a
coincidence.  If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not
do so.  If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now.  This is a love story
between two consenting, yet under 18 year old people set in a secondary
school.  If that offends you, I apologise and ask that you do not read any
further.  Otherwise, enjoy.

For those of you who don't know Greenwich, it's a leafy suburb of London, with
a very large park, old town, a famous old clipping ship called 'The Cutty Sark',
and it's the birthplace of the British Navy and also the birthplace of time, as far
as GMT and the time zones go, anyway.

The street I live in is a cul-de-sac and consists of 8 homes.  It's not a private
road or anything like that, but sometimes you wouldn't know that since living
on this street can be akin to living with the Brady bunch.  Every household is
the best of friends with all the other households.  My parents moved in to their
house a year before I came along.  One of the other residents of the cul-de-sac
is Simeon Taylor - my best and oldest friend.  Simeon lives with his mother in
the house directly opposite mine.  His father was in the army and was killed in
action shortly after he was born - so they never really knew each other.  His
mother Rose and my mum became friends when my parents moved in to the
street.  The Taylors already lived there and we've lived together through the
good times and the bad, almost like one family sometimes.  It was quite common
for Sim or me to stay at either house whenever the feeling took us, and as such
we both had sets of clothes and uniforms in each others house.  We went to
nursery together, then primary school, so it was kind of a forgone conclusion
that we would go to the same secondary school.

4 years ago we both started at St Christopher's.  St Christopher's was a semi-
private catholic school.  Neither Sim nor I were born catholic, but it had the best
exam results in the borough and so our parents had been grooming us to go
there since forever.  As far as religion goes, I don't really understand it.  It's a
compulsory subject that everyone has to study and I find it quite interesting, I'm
just not sure whether I believe it or not.  Not only is St Christopher's a catholic
school, it's also a boy's school, i.e. no girls!!!!  Pure heaven for me, bearing in
mind the gender I've taken a fancy too, but it often feels like there is often too
much testosterone going around with so many boys rammed in together.  The
only time girls come into the school is when you hit sixth form, when it becomes
mixed with our sister school, Lady of the Cross - which happens to be where
my sister Carlotta goes, and also most of my female friends.

As I was leaving the house, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and text Sim,
telling him that I was outside.  About a minute later he came out his front door,
face stuffed with toast, shirt half undone and schoolbag thrown over his
shoulder.  He wandered across the road, and in typical Sim greeting, punched
me on the arm,
"Morning, sausage!"
Sim has called me Sausage for years since our parents once remarked that
when I was learning to talk I used to call him Sausage because I couldn't say
Simeon.
"Fuck! You dick that fucking hurt!" I said as I rubbed my now dead arm, which
encouraged him to start laughing,
"Oh shut up you big girl".
With that short exchange we set off walking down the street.

I guess now would be a good time to describe Sim.  He's 4 months older than
me, but looks much older.  I never met his dad, but he must have been a very
hot, manly guy as Sim definitely has good genes.  At 16 he's just shy of 6 foot,
and probably 80kg.  With not an inch of fat on him, he's a typical athlete, captain
of the school football team, cricket team, hockey team, and so incredibly fit and
toned.  Everyone knows Sim because of his athleticism.  Everyone likes him, and
no one has a bad word to say about him.  He has short clippered black hair,
which he keeps short as a kind of dedication to his dad.  He has quite pale skin
which really makes what hair he does have, have a big impact.  He had started
shaving this summer break, and had the beginnings of what I imagine will be a
layer of hair across his defined chest.  Having spent so much time together, and
stayed at each others house so much, I've seen him in the noddy plenty of times.
He's got a good 5/6 inches of uncut dick between his legs (when soft), and a
nice amount of dark pubic hair going on.  I've seen him hard too, and he has
nothing to complain about, I can see why he's popular with the girls.  He has the
treasure trail.  And he also has a firm, built ass - a feature I couldn't get enough
of looking at... well that and his smoking brown eyes.
Sim is usually wearing some form of athletic gear, and so when he wears
normal clothes such as the school uniform, he always looks slightly odd and out
of place.  Like a man wearing a school uniform - although to be honest, the way
the school trousers hug his ass, makes me find him hotter than ever, sometimes
it feels like a real chore to steal my eyes away from that bum.

Sim's straight, as straight as can be.  I think the reason he's not fussed about
being naked around me is because he is so confident with his sexuality.  He's
had several girlfriends, and always gets as much attention as he could possibly
want from the girls at the girl's school.  At the moment he's going out with a girl
called Emily who's in the year above us at school - as such she'll be allowed
into our school this year as she's in the sixth form.  Emily and Sim have been
going out for about 4 weeks, having got together in the school holidays, whilst I
was on holiday with my family.  Don't get me wrong, I like Emily, she's nice and
pretty good looking, although she seems to have an issue being around younger
people, which I find ridiculous since she's dating one of us.

Sim and I usually walked the 40 minutes to school unless the weather was
particularly bad in which case we got the bus.  It being September, the weather
was still pretty hot and so we decided to walk, largely across Greenwich Park,
which gave Sim the chance to get his football out of his bag and kick it across
the grass as we walked.  On the way to school we talked about what our school
schedule might be like.  We were in a few classes together, but not many.  After
the first year, the school had become aware of the fact that when Sim and I
were in the same class, we spent a lot of time talking and not studying, so in
order to rectify that, they had split us up as much as they could.  The only
subjects we were together in were Maths, History, Media studies and IT.  We'd
had to choose which subjects we wanted to take exams in and whilst I had gone
for English and Science, Sim had opted for Games and Games.  He was obsessed
with playing sports of any time - thank god he wasn't so big on watching other
people play them, as I can't think of anything worse than watching football on
TV or anything else.

As we got closer to school Sim turned the conversation to talk about my plan
for the year.
"So this is the big year for you, sausage?  You still planning to diddle some dick
this year?"

I sniggered,
"Not sure I'm necessarily gonna get that far, but I'm not gonna keep trying
trying to prove to everyone I'm straight.  I'm not gonna come out or anything,
but never know, hopefully I might get some action".
This had him laughing

"Dude, you actually want to choke on some cock... Whatever gets you off!"

I rolled my eyes and replied,
"Yeah Sim, that's exactly what I want!" and then grabbing his crotch, I said
"And since this little maggot isn't on the menu, I'll be looking for a real man"
Sim started laughing and putting his hand over mine on his dick to hold it in
place, and said jokingly,

"There's nothing small about my fella, and you know it.  You'd love to get to feel
this without the trousers".
Sim was definitely comfortable around me now, and for that I loved him even
more.  It would have been pure torture to have to pretend to be straight with
him.  I laughed and pulled my hand away.  I didn't actually want to, I was
enjoying the heat coming from his cock, even whilst soft - he's right, I'd love to
feel it without his trousers in the way.

"I've told you before... I'm an ass man!"

"Haha, you said it.  I've got your back Sausage, but don't go looking for trouble.
I can't afford to get kicked off any teams for fighting to save you when you're a
damsel in distress!".

I briefly put my arm around his shoulders and said
"Thanks Sim, I know and I appreciate it.".

When we eventually got to the school gate, we could see other boys walking
through the entrance. There appeared to be loads of really small kids running
through the gate, but I guess that's just the new first years.  As I was getting
older, they seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

Sim stopped by the lower playground (where only the first years were
allowed).  A bunch of the New Year's kids, who probably didn't know each
other from Adam, were playing a small football game and Sim was just staring
at them.
I tried to drag him on,

"Come on Sim, let's go catch up with the others".

Without taking his eyes off the game, he said,
"Go ahead, I'm just checking out the fresh pickings to see if there's anyone good
enough for the team."

Sim was very dedicated his role of captain of all the different school teams and I
knew that he would be dominated by the restructuring of the teams for the next
few weeks, especially since several of the best players in the team had left last
year when they had gone on to college.

You don't really get the cliques in British secondary schools that you see in the
all the American TV shows.  Yeah you have the geeks and the sporty kids, but
they weren't really segregated into groups.  Not everyone talked to everyone,
but you didn't get the feeling of gang rivalry as such.  The only group that didn't
seem to exist was gay people.  I don't think I've ever come across another gay
boy in the school, well not knowingly anyway.  I'm sure there must be some - in
a school of about 1000 pupils there had to be, I decided I was going to make a
concerted effort to see if I could work out who else may share my predilection
this year.  Catholic schools with their religious overtones can be very
suffocating places, and not particularly welcoming places to come out, I imagine.
That's why I definitely wasn't going to be telling everyone my secret; I was still
trying to decide who, if anybody else I would tell.

I walked around the school gym and entered the upper school yard, where the
other 4 years worth of students spent breaks.  My usual bunch of mates and I
always hung around the steps at the bottom corner, so walking that way I saw
that the rest of our group were there.
The group I hang around with is a bit eclectic.  There's Sim the athlete; Rory the
rich kid, Sean the smart ass comedian, Barney the quiet but deep thinker and
Kev the geek.  As I joined them the conversation turned to the usual first day
back at school chat and when asked where he was, I had to explain that Sim was
off playing with the first years.  Everyone knew that Sim was completely
dedicated to his team, so they all kind of raised their eyebrows and Kev said,
"That time of year again! - means he'll be running tryouts for the next few
weeks".
Shaking my head gently and rolling my eyes in agreement.
As we were talking about him, we were joined by Sim, who greeted everyone
with the punch to the arm.  I'd seen all of the guys several times over the
holiday and so there wasn't much they had been up to that we weren't all
aware off.  The conversation quickly turned to timetables for the year - I was in
different classes with all of the guys at some point, we were all just eager to find
out what subjects we would have on what days, and find out whether we had
any free periods - which were always in hot demand in our school as it meant
you had a good hour off, or if it was at the end of the day you could go home an
hour early.  Likewise if your free period was first thing in the morning, you got
to start an hour later, and get a bit of a lie in.

I shared a form class with Barney, who reminded us all that Mr Morpeth, mine
and his form tutor for the last 4 years retired last year, and there was great
debate about who would replace him.
"It better not be Mr Coates" Barney said, "He's a complete wanker"
"Oh Jesus - I fucking hope not!" I said.
Just as we were talking about it the school bell went. This was the warning to
students that they had 5 minutes to get to class.

"I guess you boys are about to find out" said Rory as we all swung our bags on
to our shoulders and started joining the ambling masses of boys walking
through the yard and into the school building.

As we all split up to go to our particular form rooms, we all said goodbye to
each other and agreed to catch up over lunch.

I followed Barney through the main school entrance, and as I walked through
the door, that smell of marker pens, and sweat flooded my nostrils.  I was
back...