Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:42:01 +0100
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Five

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Five

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For the American readers amongst you; This story is set in England.
The use of the word "College" refers to the institution attended by
children aged 16-19.

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Five

  Stephen Michaels sat in his idling black cab on Portland Street and
sighed in boredom. It was barely ten o'clock, which meant that there were
almost no fares to be had. Things would pick up at kicking out time, but
until then he would have to hover around the Britannia Hotel where a Prom
was taking place. There was sure to be a fare there.

  Two excited young boys were flagging Stephen down, hand in hand and
looking a little flushed. The smaller of the two was clinging to the other
who frequently dotted his face with swift, light kisses.

  As Stephen pulled up, the two jumped into the back seat. The taller boy
said "132 Mauldeth West. There's tip in it if you hurry." He looked to his
boyfriend and said "My parents are at a spa until tomorrow. They think I'm
staying at Darren's."

  Stephen smiled to himself. It had been nearly eight years since he had
had to lie to his parent's to sneak a boy into his bed. It was good to know
the next generation were up to the same mischief.

  The two boys couldn't keep their hands off each other. They kissed,
cuddled, and rubbed until Stephen was having difficulty focusing on
driving. He had to keep reminding himself to keep his hands on the wheel
and not on his crotch.

  Rather reluctantly, Stephen turned onto Mauldeth Road West and stopped
outside number 132. He pulled on the handbrake before rearranging his cock.

  The boys didn't seem to have noticed that their journey was at an end and
Stephen was more than a little unwilling to bring their attention to the
fact. His conscience won out, however, and he cleared his throat. "That'll
be twenty one pounds please."

  The taller boy extracted his tongue from his boyfriend's mouth, handed
Stephen two twenty pound notes and gave him a little wink before jumping
out of the cab.

  Stephen tucked the money away, put the cab in gear, and drove. He pulled
into an alley four streets away. He turned off the car, checked around
himself to be sure he was alone, unzipped his fly and took hold of his
dick.

  He pulled back his foreskin and stared at the head, a string of pre-cum
running from the slit to the edge of his helmet. He started to work the
shaft, gripping tightly and throwing his head back in the enjoyment of
it. He pictured the two boys he had just dropped off. He could distinctly
remember the sound of their lips smacking against each other.

  His breathing became ragged and he was moaning loudly. He shoved his
other hand into his jeans and started to play with his balls. He didn't
last very much longer.

  "Aah, fuck, aah!" He let off four volleys of cum. The first hit his
lip. The second hit the windshield. The third landed on his shirt and the
fourth, more of a dribble than a shot, trickled down over his hand which
was still clamped around his throbbing cock.

  He licked his lip, sampling the cum that had landed there. His breathing
returned to normal and he started to clean up. He used kleenex for the
window and his shirt. Before he cleaned his hand, he took another quick
taste.

  He started the cab, revved the engine and smiled contentedly before
driving back to the Britannia Hotel. Maybe there was another fun fare to be
had there.

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  Shane was pointing his front door key at the lock and watching his hand
vibrate so badly that he couldn't make the connection.

  After a few seconds, Jamie simply took the key from him, inserted it in
the lock and turned. He gave Shane a knowing look and said "If this is an
indication of your aim, it doesn't bode well for tonight."

  "Maybe I should catch up on the booze front."

  Jamie smiled. "I'll go and hang up my tux in your room. You go get
tipsy."

  "First door on the left," was about all Shane could muster. Jamie pulled
him in for a kiss before disappearing upstairs. Shane rushed to the kitchen
and grabbed a bottle of Rosé wine.

  Promising himself he would replace it before his mother noticed it was
gone, he pulled the cork with his teeth and started to drink.

  Jamie was upstairs for nearly ten minutes, during which time Shane
managed two things. He nearly finished the wine and he scared himself half
to death over thinking the evening's entertainment.

  Although he had engaged in sexual acts before, he had not yet lost his
virginity, and Shane had a very strong suspicion that that was what Jamie
had planned.

  He had had no reason to suspect that tonight would go this way. When
Jenny had asked him to the Prom, it had seemed like the best solution to a
horrible situation and he had had every intention of letting it go at that.

  The KY jelly in his bedside table begged to differ. He had popped into
the pharmacy for his mother's prescription and found himself staring at the
'Sexual Health' counter. Before he realised he was doing it, he had bought
condoms and lube.

  He chugged the last of the bottle and tried to steady himself as he heard
Jamie's soft footfalls on the stairs.

  Jamie appeared in the doorway just as Shane was dumping the bottle in the
recycling. He spun on the spot to show himself off, his black hair spinning
out around him. All he was wearing was a cute little pair of boxers, tight
enough to show off his cute little bum.

  Shane looked at the boy and drank in every detail. His hairless little
chest with nipples the size of a penny. The beginnings of a faint four
pack, and strangely, a bald spot on his right thigh.

  Jamie must have noticed him staring. "How else do you smuggle booze into
a Prom?"

  Shane didn't say anything. He simply crossed the room to Jamie, dropped
to his knees and kissed the shaved patch. He moved up slowly, never taking
his lips from Jamie's body, until his face was pressed into Jamie's
cock. He massaged it with his nose and mouth through the material of
Jamie's shorts.

  Jamie's dick was beginning to respond to Shane's ministrations when Jamie
dropped to his own knees and took Shane's face in his hands. "We have all
night." He kissed Shane. "Open another bottle. I'll put on some music." He
disappeared into lounge.

  Shane nervously poured two glasses of white wine as Meatloaf began to
sing 'I would do anything for love.' Shane stifled a laugh at Jamie's
choice of music.

  He was about to follow Jamie when he decided to follow his example
instead. He stripped down to his boxers leaving his tux in a pile by the
washer. His mother would probably scream if she knew he had done that, but
Shane had other concerns at the moment.

  He took the two glasses into the lounge where he found Jamie lying on the
shag pile rug, one arm supporting his head.

  "Hi," said Jamie.

  "Hi," said Shane. He could feel the foolish grin spread across his
face. He didn't care. All he could see was the love in Jamie's perfect blue
eyes.

  Shane lay down next to Jamie and handed him his drink. They clinked and
drank. Shane released a shaky breath.

  "Nervous?" asked Jamie. Shane nodded. "Me too. That's why we're going
slow." He took Shane's glass from him and placed it with his own a few feet
away. He moved himself closer into Shane and lay flat before pulling Shane
on top of himself.

  They started to kiss. They writhed against each other. Their hands sought
out every part of each other's bodies. Shane thought he was going to cum
without Jamie ever having touched him.

  Shane suddenly stopped, his heart pounding for a new reason. His father's
voice played across his mind; the look on his face whenever he talked about
his 'Fucking Fairy' brother. When Uncle Tom had come out after a twenty
year marriage, Shane's father had reacted with more hate than Shane had
ever seen.

  He beat Tom to within an inch of his life and told him he never wanted to
see him again. The names he had called Tom now felt like they were directed
at Shane, and it stilled his passion for Jamie.

  There was no good to come of this. If he stopped, it would mean a life of
lies. If he continued, he would lose his family.

 During Shane's contemplations, Jamie had been gently nuzzling his
neck. Now he looked into Shane's eyes and said "I love you. I know it's
seriously, ridiculously soon, but I do."

  Shane's reverie shattered as he realised the choice was clear. "I love
you too."

  Jamie rose and offered his hand to Shane.

  "I thought we were going slow."

  "I changed my mind."

  Shane quickly wiped his sweaty palm on the rug and took Jamie's
hand. Jamie led him to the bedroom without another word.

  Upon entering the bedroom, Shane took a moment to thank his father for
installing a dimmer switch as he dimmed the lights to half capacity. He
then took another moment to appreciate the irony of thanking his homophobic
father giving him 'Mood Lighting' for what he was about to do.

  Jamie lay on the bed, the quilt pulled away, and shed his underwear. His
cock smacked his stomach when it was released from its cotton prison, and
Jamie let out his own giggle. Shane loved that sound, it was Jamie's and
nobody else's. He silently hoped he would be hearing it for many years to
come.

  Shane dropped his own shorts and knelt in front of Jamie on the bed. He
reached into his bedside table and took out his supplies from the
pharmacy. He looked at them and, realising the lack of subtlety with which
he had done this, he halted.

  "Jamie, are you sure about this? We haven't even talked about it."

  Jamie pulled Shane down for a kiss. When they broke apart, he looked
right into Shane's eyes and said "I love you. That's enough talking."

  Jamie surprised Shane then. Given his slight frame, he displayed
remarkable strength by flipping Shane onto his back and straddling him. He
brought his face right down to Shane's, gave him another quick kiss before
taking the KY from his hand.

  Shane lay back and watched. Jamie flipped the cap off the KY. He took
Shane's throbbing cock and slathered it with the gel.

  "Wait; condom," said Shane.

  "When were you last tested?" asked Jamie.

  "Last week. All negative."

  "And have you done anything since?"

  "No."

  "Then we can forego the condom, since you're my first and only."

  Jamie finished applying the lube and got into position. Shane was happy
to lie there and watch Jamie use him as an instrument for his own
pleasure. He lay back and watched Jamie lower himself onto his cock. As
Shane's head broached Jamie's warm, tight pucker he let out an audible
gasp. Jamie froze in place with just an inch or so of Shane's cock within
him.

  Shane was about to suggest that they drop the whole endeavour, seeing the
pain on Jamie's face, but the words stalled in his throat when Jamie's
exhaled slowly and dropped another inch, sending a bolt of lightening
through Shane's body. A few more deep breaths and Jamie was resting
comfortably on Shane's pelvis. He didn't move for a while; he sat there,
breathing deeply while he became accustomed to the feel of the invader. In
the meantime Shane slowly and gently stroked Jamie's cock, feeling the
pre-cum leaking. He took a drop and sampled it, feeling his cock twitch at
the taste; a twitch that Jamie clearly felt.

  "Are you okay?" said Shane, genuinely concerned for the boy he loved.

  Jamie nodded, his eyes still closed. Slowly and softly, Jamie started to
ride Shane, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through Shane's
body. Comfortable at last, he started to move faster and faster, his eyes
still closed and a beatific smile on his face.

  Shane was in heaven. Jamie had one hand twisted around his back which he
was using to play with Shane's balls. He looked like he was concentrating
very hard. A moment or two later, he gasped.

  Shane was bewildered. "What?"

  "Prostate. The pleasure button for boys," he said with a cheeky smile. He
resumed his riding, each time he moved moaning a little. His pre-cum was
becoming more and more voluminous, and he was getting louder, which served
only to increase Shane's pleasure.

  Before long, Shane could feel the endgame approaching. His toes were
curling and he clutched at the bedding. Wrapped up in his own excitement,
he was startled when he heard Jamie cry out. He shot five creamy strands
across Shane's face and chest. The combination of the tightening around
Shane's cock, the feel of Jamie's cum hitting his chest, and the sound of
Jamie almost screaming in pleasure was too much for Shane and he gave into
his own orgasm. He almost sang as he filled Jamie with shot after shot of
his own creamy load.

  The two didn't move. They stayed in position, breathing heavily as
Shane's cock went softer and softer until it simply slid out of
Jamie. Jamie practically fell forward. His cum still on Shane's chest, the
two made out for a while.

  "That was fantastic." Jamie breathed the words into Shane's ear,
eliciting another twitch from his cock.

  Shane chuckled. "I whole heartedly concur." Shane took a finger of
Jamie's cum from his chest, placed it on his tongue and stuck his tongue in
Jamie's mouth before he reached for a clean t-shirt and wiped both clean.

  They fell to sleep holding each other, a huge smile on each of their
faces.

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  Jamie was confused. He was half asleep and his mind was still foggy, but
he was almost convinced that a panicked looking middle aged woman was
desperately shaking him saying 'Get up! Please get up!'

  As the haze of sleep began to lift, Jamie became certain that this was
the case, and also that he was completely naked.

  "Please wake up! My husband is coming!"

  "Huh? What's going on?"

  "Get in the wardrobe!" She was dragging him out of bed, away from the
comfort of Shane's arms. Just as the wardrobe door was closing, with Jamie
on the wrong side of it, Shane stirred.

  Sitting in the base of the wardrobe, Jamie could think at last. He could
hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The woman who woke him must have been
Shane's mother, who had now adopted a softer tone and was speaking to her
son.

  "Shane, dear. How was your night?" She sounded stilted, like she was
acting in a low budget film.

  Shane sounded nervous and blustered for a moment or two. "Uh, it was, um,
fine. What are you doing here?"

  Jamie heard the bedroom door go again. "Morning son," said a male voice,
presumably Shane's father. "Is that your RENTED tuxedo on the floor in the
kitchen?" He sounded angry. Jamie found that he was holding his breath, and
that a hanger was digging into his bum cheek.

  "Oh. Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

  "No, you weren't. And what about those two half glasses of wine on the
floor in the lounge? Right next to our very expensive rug."

  "I, uh. I kind of invited Jenny round for a bit." Jamie winced at
that. He would have to punish Shane for it later.

  "Jenny...Is she the blonde?" Mr Carter sounded slightly less angry and a
little more proud. Jamie didn't understand why. She wasn't exactly a
stunner and those buck-teeth made her look like a beaver. Jamie silently
admonished himself for being mean about Jenny and continued to listen.

  "Yeah, she's the blonde. Guys, what are you doing back? I thought you
weren't back until six."

  "Your father has to go into work; some big emergency but he needed to get
some files from the study first."

  "I'm going now, though. If there's any damage to that tux, you're going
to pay Mister Silvestri yourself." Jamie mused at the coincidence that
Shane also used Mister Silvestri's store.

  "Yes, dad." Jamie heard footsteps going down the stairs. The front door
opened and closed, and Shane's mother breathed an audible sigh of relief.

  "Shane, why don't you offer your naked friend some clothes while I make
him some breakfast." Jamie put his head in his hands. He was mortified. He
heard Shane's mother leave before Shane opened the door.

  "Don't be embarrassed. She was cool with it; she's seen me naked before
now."

  Jamie spoke through his hands.

  "Okay, I didn't understand that," said Shane, his voice betraying the
smile on his face. "Go and shower, and I'll find some clothes for you to
wear; unless you want to eat breakfast in your tux." He pulled Jamie to his
feet and kissed him.

  Jamie pulled away. "Ew, morning breath."

  Shane reached down, grabbed Jamie's cock and said "Mmm, morning wood."
Jamie slapped his hand away playfully. Shane laughed. "Shower's to the
left. Towels are in the cupboard next to it. There's a spare toothbrush in
the medicine cabinet."

  "You're such a good host. However will I repay your kindness?" Jamie
threw a sultry look at Shane.

  "You can go and shower before my mother starts to wonder what we're doing
up here."

  After Jamie had showered, he returned to Shane's room to find a pile of
clothes on the bed. All of them were bound to be a little big for him, but
it looked like Shane had found the oldest, and therefore smallest, clothes
he had. He slid into the jeans, black t-shirt and Scooby-Doo socks and made
his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

  He hadn't really paid any attention to the room the night before, being
singularly focused on his boyfriend, but now he was scanning the decor. It
was very contemporary. Stainless steel appliances with a distinct art deco
feel. Jamie approved mentally. Then he saw Shane and his mother sitting at
the dining room table. The were holding hands on the table, and it appeared
there had been a rather emotional talk preceding Jamie's entrance.

  Jamie hadn't anticipated 'meeting the parent' so soon. His heart was in
his mouth as he sat down opposite Shane; his mother at the head of the
table.

  "Jamie dear, would you like some bacon?" Jamie nodded, his mouth bone
dry. She scooped four pieces onto his plate, followed by an egg and offered
him a plate of toast, which he declined. Jamie picked up a cup of orange
juice and took a long drink. "So," she said like she was discussing the
weather. "How long have you been sleeping with my son?"

  Jamie nearly died. He choked on the orange juice and coughed profusely
over the sound of both Shane and his mother chuckling.

  "It's okay dear. I've always had my suspicions about Shane. Finding you
naked was a bit of a surprise, but it did answer the question I've been
asking myself for several years."

  Jamie finally recovered, although his face burned bright red for a long
time after. Jamie looked at the Carters and noticed that Shane and Shane
and his mother had the same eyes. Mrs Carter was a little shorter than
Shane, but still taller than Jamie. She had the look of a woman who took
care of herself, taking pride in her appearance.

  "I'm Diane, by the way." She held out her other hand which Jamie took
briefly.

  "I'm sorry about the, uh, compromising position you found us in this
morning," Jamie said into his breakfast, his shoulders hunched.

  "Oh, calm yourself dear," she said, waving her hand to dismiss his
apology. "You're not exactly the first people in the world to have had sex!
Nor the first to be caught at it! Heavens, if I counted the number of times
that Gerry and I..."

  "Mum! Please! At least wait until I'm out of he room!" He rose and came
round the table to Jamie. "I'm going to shower." He kissed Jamie and
left. Jamie felt awkward kissing Shane in front of his mum. Then, left
alone with Shane's mother, Jamie began to feel even moreso.

  "Jamie dear, you don't have to worry about me. I love my son, and I'll
love anyone who loves him." Jamie smiled at this. "I've already told Shane
that I'll cover for you two whenever possible, but you have to know that it
is incredibly important that Shane's father does not find out about the two
of you." Her green eyes showed her concern.

  Jamie gulped.

  "This is not an assumption; you must understand that. I broached the
subject with Gerry a while back, when I first started to suspect that Shane
might wish to spend his life with another boy. My husband was very clear in
his language. Frankly, what he said doesn't bear repeating."

  Jamie could feel his heart breaking before he even spoke the words. "Then
it would be irresponsible for us to date. We're talking about his family or
me! I can't rip him from his family!" On some level he knew that he was
being silly, but he was upsetting himself. He couldn't bear the idea of
destroying Shane's family just so that he could have a boyfriend.

  Suddenly arms were around him. The soft fragrance of lavender filled his
nostrils as a gentle, distinctly motherly embrace enveloped him.

  "I think you've missed something dear. My Shane loves you. It's clear
when he looks at you. I'm happy to lie to my husband so that you and my son
can be very happy together."

  "How can you be okay with something like that?" asked Jamie, a sob
escaping his lips.

  "I'm a mother, silly. It's what we do!"

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       For mothers, everywhere. Where would we be without you?
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