Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2012 21:34:16 +0100
From: Jamie Andrew <jamieandrew90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamie's School Days/Chapter 01

FOREWORD

This is entirely a work of fiction. I am an author using the voice of Jamie
Andrew to explore stories of high school fantasy.

I'm British so forgive me if I use words you may not have come across. I
spell color 'colour' and I write sketchy as 'dodgy'. But if you're into
English boys you'll enjoy these stories.

I'm really 21, live in South England. I have a full time job and I would
appreciate comments, criticism and suggestions for future inclusion, what
your English school fantasy may be. Even an email about your support will
really be appreciated. Email me on <jamieandrew90@hotmail.com> I will write
to you as Jamie, a 16 year old boy, please note from now on you will be
talking to a fictional character.

I hope you enjoy and follow the series.

Jamie's School Days

Chapter 1 - Jamie Has Cum Fingers


My name is Jamie. I'm 16 and I go to a public school in England. I have a
best friend called Tom and we've known each other since we were young and I
was sad that we would be going to different Sixth Form colleges.

Tom had known I was gay. I was in love with him growing up and I came out
when I was 10. He was quite understanding and protected me all through
school. He now has a girlfriend and he thinks she's the one. Although I
thought he was the one for me, I soon grew out of love but I know I will
never stop loving him like a brother. Even though he's a typical 'lad' he
still likes to tease and flirt with me. This is one of the reasons why I
can't stop loving the boy.

The first thing that excited me about a new school is starting fresh. No
one knows me and I can be myself. You see, I don't look effeminate. I hate
shopping, I like sports and I fart and belch like a typical English lad. At
least, that's what I am like on the surface. (It's from spending too much
time with Tom.) But really, inside, I am a considerate and a kind person. I
think letting people know your sexual orientation is unimportant. It's like
asking what my favourite colour is. (It's purple) My policy is, if you ask,
I will tell. That's what happened with Tom and I have been honest since.

Another thing I was nervous (but excited) about my new college was that it
was an all boys school. My mother saved up a lot of money for me to go to
this school. It was the same school my father went to. I just wish my
father was with me on my first day.

Yes, I wore a uniform, complete with blazer. You could imagine me looking
quite slender with my spiky, wavy dark hair. I'm of average height height
but I think my legs are longer than normal. I hated ties. I wore those
striped red and black ones and if you took a class photo of us we'd look
like a glee club. This is traditional English public school for you.

I have a theory why we look like this. It's because the school of education
are all perverts and like to see young men hot in their matching smoking
blazers and tight trousers that made the cute butts and bulges visible.

There were cute new students like me. One was called Bowie who looked like
a skater. He winked at me once during assembly and had a sexy hair flick
thing going on. The boys all thought the Head was a bit of dick. He was
strict and adamant we followed rules. Bowie made everyone chuckle under
their breath when he was gesturing a dick in his mouth.

I turned around at the assembly hall to see all the boys in the room. I had
good peripheral vision and so I excelled at staring at guys adjusting
themselves and fondling their balls. One of the teachers introduced himself
as Mr. (I couldn't quite hear because it was a long Polish name but began
with the letter B). He was aware of this and asked to be called Mr. B. I'm
glad he cleared this up otherwise I'd be day dreaming what his initial
stood for. He was certainly big and tall. He had a gorgeous face and cheeky
smile. The students who knew him gave him a cheer when he finished his
introduction. The Head murderously stared back at those boys who did.

Mr. B was mighty hot. If he was my teacher, I think I would have a hard
time concentrating. I also try to imagine dirty fantasies in my head, his
cheeky grin being spunked on by young school boys. There was Bowie slapping
his dick at his face and his cum going all over his brown, curly hair.

'Good work, boys,' Mr. B said in my head. 'Now let's turn to Shakespeare
and act out a kissing scene.'

I woke up from one dirty fantasy to another. I turned my gaze elsewhere. I
witnessed the most beautiful creation I have ever seen. There was a tall,
tanned student with a bit of a stubble. He looked half british and half
Mediterranean or Persian or something like that. He looked like a Greek
God.

He had a serious look in his eyes, dead sexy. His hair was long and spiked
up. Thank God we were all wearing blazers because it made him so mature and
manly. I had a dozen dirty thoughts about me rushing towards him and
ripping his shirt off. I wanted to kiss him and get prickled by his
gorgeous stubble. I wanted to course my fingers through his 'to-die- for
hair. My heart skipped a beat when I set eyes on him. This is the man I
want for my soul mate.

'Jamie!' said a voice.

I was totally zoned out. The whole morning passed. All I thought about was
the Greek boy.

'Jamie!' Mr. B shouted. The boys were sniggering. I realised I had a copy
of Charles Dickens in my hand.

'Sorry, what was the question?' I said sincerely. Normally, I'm quite
studious. I enjoyed reading books and in my last school I liked to
demonstrate my knowledge. But that didn't do anything for my social life.

'I said, what is the role of Ms. Havisham in the novel?' quizzed Mr. B. I
knew the answer. I've read this book twice. But, I could see all the other
boys staring at me. My next answer would define me. There was a chance I
could make this a moment to remember.

'Frankly, sir, I honestly think Ms. Havisham is a twat,' I said, putting
down the book. There was an awkward moment where all the students were
dumbfounded by my outlandish response.

Bowie gave a snorting laugh and started clapping his hands.

'What a fucking legend'.

The rest followed and were replaying the words I had just said. I chuckled
at myself for my excellent wit.

Mr. B disappointingly shook his head. And it was because of the swearing in
the class did he land me and Bowie in detention. Yes, detention. I didn't
know they still did those in Sixth Form.

So, Bowie and I were held back for lunch in Mr. B's office. We were
expected to write a mini essay on the usefulness of fire hydrants. I don't
know what this was supposed to teach us or the reason why Mr. B would
punish us for doing something meaningless. Unless, he wanted to punish us
for wasting time by wasting our time I guess. I regret having sex fantasies
of cumming on Mr. B's face. I really wanted to squirt ink in his eye or
shit on his grin or something.

'This blows,' said Bowie. He pushed his essay off the desk and leaned back
on his chair.

Mr. B was not present. In fact, he expected us to have done 500 words when
he returned.

Bowie took his phone out and started flicking through naked pictures.

I merely glanced to see but I could tell that Bowie wanted me to catch him
looking.

'You like the tits on her, Jamie?' he said.

'They're alright,' I responded displaying little interest to them.

'What's wrong with you? You're not gay or something,' he said jokingly I'm
sure.

He did ask and so I told him. After all, it was my policy.

I said, 'I am actually and there's nothing wrong with me.'

I could tell Bowie didn't expect that. I could tell he was the kind of lad
who always thought homosexuality amongst straight acting people was a
myth. He looked genuinely surprised but I could tell he was intrigued.

'I would never guess,' he said. 'You like, you like cocks right?'

Is this guy for real?

Still, he's kind of cute if you're into cocky guys. He's quite naive
looking and I reckon he makes stuff up about his sexual experience.

'I generally do, I guess,' I said.

'Do you think I'm hot?' he asked.

Seriously, is he for real?

'You assume just because I'm gay that I'm attracted to all guys,' I said.

'Would you fiddle with my cock?' he asked.

I laughed. But I don't think he was joking.

'What, here? NOW?' I said. My heart raced from the unexpected request.

'Give us a quickie, before he comes back,' he started to undo his belt and
unzipped his trousers to reveal a semi erect cock.

It must have been 5 inches flaccid and he had bushy pubes. His right hand
pulled down his boxers and he wiggled his dick with his left. He licked his
hand to moistened his cock. He had a beautiful mushroom head leaking with
precum.

My hand was trembling. I was rubbing the wood of my pencil, imagining I was
touching his. I've never touched another guy's penis before.

There were many sleepovers with Tom where I wished that I had slid my
yearning hand down his briefs and gave him the best jerk of his life. Bowie
was willingly offering his.

Bowie didn't' say a word. He was further moistening his cock and pleasuring
himself. He was breathing erotically, making humming noises. He buried his
cock back in his boxers but continued to masturbate under the material.

I was pulled to it. I moved my chair closer and slid my hands to join
his. He allowed me to have sole grip of his raging boner.

I began gentle, circling my hand around his wet boy cock. I felt the
friction of his pubes brushing between my fingers whilst juggling his ball
sacs with my fingertips. The more I explored his groin area, the more he
was working up.

After I was satisfied feeling every part of him, I began to pump his rod
like a steam engine. Flesh on flesh. Up and down. Up and down. Building
heat. I frisked his bulging cock from inside his pants.

We both said nothing. Only the sound of his panting breath. My lustful
inhales. The stretching of textile. The jangling of his metal belt buckle.

He stared down my eyes. He pulled a gasping face. I knew what was
coming. And it was Bowie.

He gripped the side of his hair and he yanked the back of my hair. My hair
was short, he hardly grabbed much. But I was so turned on by his tense
ejaculation. He contorted every part of his body gushed out a sea of cum in
his pants.

'Don't stop, please don't stop,' he whispered in my ear.

What, there's more? And it came on coming.

The last cumshot spilled. My hand was soaked with his sticky stuff. I was
disgusted to pull my hand out of his pants. So I let it linger in there for
a while, stroking his spunky balls and spunky pubes.

'You're a fucking legend,' Bowie smiled.

Then came the sound of the bell. Shit. I could hear footsteps coming.

I yanked out my gloopy hand from his pants started to panic.

'Shit I'm covered in your spunk,' I said.

Bowie licked a bit. He shrugged. He just zipped his fly acted like none if
it happened.

'You're just going to walk around school with cum in your pants?' I said.

'I have a spare pair in the locker,' he said casually.

Mr. B walked into the room. He didn't look up at thank God. Otherwise, he'd
see me wiping cup from inside my blazer. He came in looking at student
essays.

'You both done then?' Mr. B said, putting down his essays to look up at the
boys.

'Yes, sir, we're both done and finished sir. Well I am I don't know about
Jamie,' he grinned.

I wasn't finished wiping the cum form my fingers so I had my hand in my
blazer like I was Napoleon.

'I'm done, too,' I answered.

Mr. B looked strangely at me. I looked away pretending to be interested in
my hair.

'Can we go now, sir?' Bowie asked.

'Yes, piss off,' Mr. B said at last.

At last. Freedom. I planned for when we left the room to rub Bowie's cum
all over his blazer for ruining mine. I held on to my hand in my blazer and
grabbed my bag and rushed to the door.

'Except you, Jamie. Please stay awhile,' Mr. B said.

Shit. I thought.

To be continued.

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