Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 13:33:01 +0100
From: Jamie Andrew <jamieandrew90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamies School Days - 4

Jamie's School Days

Chapter 04 - James and he Videocamera

I couldn't believe what he was asking. The handsome Malachi asked if he
could join me in the tub. He said how awfully snug I looked with my blanket
and pillow, resting in a bath tub because there was no other place to sleep
in the house.

'Sure,' I said with uncertainty. I made room for him to sit across from
me. Thank God there was cover to hide my hard on.

It wasn't exactly a large tub but we could both fit comfortably. By
comfortably, I mean it was humanly possible to fit two grown men as long as
they didn't mind skin contact. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable by
resting my feet over his crotch, so I tried sitting with my legs to my
chest. Malachi got under the cover and stretched out his legs, his toes
faintly touching mine.

'It's a nice house. You live on your own?' he asked, after a brief awkward
silence.

'My mum's a saleswoman so she's away for long periods,' I answered. It was
hard not smiling at his handsome face.

'No dad?' he asked.

I shook my head. 'He's been gone a long time now.'

'Sorry to hear,' he said sincerely. 'We have that in common.'

I looked up at him. He was thoroughly engaged with everything I was
saying. I thought for someone like me I was invisible to boys like him.

'Sorry, my legs are kind of numb,' I said abruptly.

'I'm sorry, man. I'm taking all the room,' he said. We both adjusted our
positions. Malachi allowed me to stretch my legs a bit. Then, strangely, he
rested his legs on mine. I guess he wasn't uncomfortable about this kind of
boundaries. His feet were inches away from my cock. I could feel it growing
in my pants and stretching to touch his ankle.

'Isn't that better?' he asked. If he only knew. I couldn't have asked for a
better way to spend time with a guy.

We got talking. He told me how he was invited by a friend of a friend and
he arrived late. During that time, I was unaware of his presence because I
was trying to be alone with Connor. I told him how I was interested in
literature and writing and I learned about his plans to study medicine in
Cambridge.

'But you know what I would have liked to go into?' he said. 'I love film
making.'

'Oh yeah?' I said. 'What's stopping you?'

He contemplated for a moment. 'I guess my mum would have been disappointed
if i didn't follow my dad.'

'Have you ever thought your dad might have wanted you to follow your
dreams?' I said. It was as though I put an idea into his head. He looked at
me in awe like I have given the solution to all his problems.

'You know what, I always liked English,' he said. 'There's one book, I
think you should give a read.'

All of a sudden the bathroom door burst open. It was Mike who came in,
unzipping his pants and pulled out his large cock.

He went straight to the toilet and pissed into it, unaware there were other
occupants in the room.

'Oh, Jamie, what are you doing in there?' Mike laughed. He faced towards me
and from my view, I was able to take glimpse of his cock.

'You know, chilling in the tub,' I said.

'Hi mate, I'm Mike,' he introduced.

'Malachi, nice meeting you.'

Mike finished shaking his dick after pissing and turned to face us, in full
frontal nudity.

'So boys, are you two gaying in here cos I really need to shit. So you can
stay or go,' said Mike.

It was clear that I wasn't going to stay for that, nor would I have known
what would have happened if we had not been interrupted. As soon as we left
the bathroom, Malachi was pulled in by some of his friends. We didn't talk
for the rest of the party. I was not going to go back to my room to sleep
with Bowie. So I did what everyone else did, I passed out on the floor.

----

The next day, Tom came round to help me clean the house. He wished he was
there to have seen it. He told me how I will be talked about at school. I
checked online and I had about 50 friend requests. But why did I not care?
I guess it was the fact that I so badly wanted to get fucked last night by
Connor or Malachi.

Tom and I were changing the sheets of my mum's bedroom when he found
something disgusting.

'Fuck, is that what I think it is?' he said holding up a towel.

'What, what is it?' I said.

'It's cum, mate,' he said then threw the towel at my face. I did smell the
scent of ammonia. I examined the stain. It was still moist, parts of it had
crusted.

'Who's was it?' he asked.

'It must have been Connor,' I said.

'What, the Irish guy? He had sex on your mum's bed?' he laughed.

I don't know if I should feel violated that Connor ruined my mum's fleece
towel but a part of me felt excited about having in my possession the scent
and taste of hot Irish.

'No!' said Tom. I saw him discovering Bowie's camera that I confiscated. It
was placed on top of a drawer where I had left it. 'You don't think?' He
looked a me. I wasn't sure what to believe. I must have switched it off so
it couldn't have captured anything.

Tom rewinded the tape from the beginning. What we found was Bowie's
inadequate camera skills filming girls' breasts and stages in the night
where he would film down his pants to see his sporting erection.

'I can't believe I dreamt about having sex with that guy,' I said. Tom
laughed. We skipped a few scenes up to the point where I confiscated his
camera.

I was wrong, the camera kept filming. It continued filming when I left it
into the room. I left the room and switched off the light. All what the
camera recorded next was the bed for several minutes.

'I guess that's all that was filmed,' I said. Tom fast forwarded a few
minutes until--

Connor came into the room. He brought that slut girl that he was fingering.

'Oh my god this is awesome,' Tom said excitedly.

'I don't think we should watch this Tom,' I tried to take it away from him
but he laughed and jumped on the bed and continued watching it.

At this point in the video, Connor stood up and the girl was giving him a
blowjob. From the camera's angle all you could see was his ass but he was
surely fucking her face with his dick.

Fast forward a bit, they both stripped naked and they were both doing a
69er. After, Connor got up and started spanking her ass.

Lastly, Connor got out his condom and started rabbit fucking her. For a
small guy, he was packing a lot of thrusts. He had an excellent fuck face
where he would bite his bottom lip and shout curse words every second. It's
a wonder how I did not hear him because he was louder than the music.

Connor spanked onto the towel they were laying on. At least he was
respectful for not cumming on the bed sheet.

After the video ended Tom ejected the video tape.

'What are you doing?' I said.

'This has to go on a disc.'

'You're not posting this on the internet are you?' I said alarmingly.

'Course not. Not unless you want me to,' he said.

'Course not. He's my friend. That's his privacy.'

'Well, why can't we get our own little privacy then? You're fucking horny
for him. Look at you, you're still holding onto his cum towel,' he laughed,
pointing out the fact that he was right that i still held on to the towel.

'What are you implying?' I asked, half thinking the right thing to do was
to destroy it but still I was intrigued to know what else Tom could be on
to.

'This, my friend, is our own wank tape. You wank to Irish, I wank to hot
slutty girl. We're the only two people who have access to their intimate
sex life.'

It was an intriguing strange notion. I had the power and knowledge over
Connor. I know what turns him on, how he fucks and how he likes it rough.

'Is it wrong that I want to take that tape now to my room and wank to it?'
I asked.

'I'm the same bud. Let me take this home to upload and I'll send you the
video tonight, OK?' he said.

---

I was really looking forward to watching that video and jacking off to
Connor's rabbit fucking. I was thinking of his ass all day and how his
bubble butt clenched when he thrusted. I heard his grunts and foul Irish
curses. Only the cum towel was the physical remnants of what was the
hottest sex scene that took place in my house.

The stench from the towel, of sweat and sweet alkaline drove me into
lust. It was certainly odorous and nauseating but that excited me because
it pulled me towards the scent of sex. I squeezed the fabric stain between
my fingers and felt the contact lubricate my fingertips. I even gave it a
lick. It was sort of salty and had a strange aftertaste. I wish that I
could taste his cum on its own cos it mostly tasted of wool.

I had a visitor that night. It couldn't be Tom. Why would he pop down
again?

I peeked out to see who it was. Strangely, it was Connor himself, alone
this time.

'Connor, what are you doing here?' I said answering the door.

'Hey you a'right, lawd?' he said cockily. I sensed he looked a bit
guilty. He might have thought I was cross at him for a wild party that he
caused. But I wasn't cross at him. In fact, I was about to cum to his sex
video.

'I'm good thanks, everything's pretty much tidied away now,' I said.

'Bugger,' he said sincerely, 'I came round to help you out.'

That was thoughtful of him. Rather too late though. But I didn't mind. In
fact, it was better that he didn't come over early or else he would have
made me delete the sex tape. But I wanted to tease him a bit.

'It took me the whole day you know. All on my own,' I complained. I missed
out Tom to make him really owe me.

'I'm so sorry, Connor. I was stupid to have totally let this out of
control. Can you forgive me?'

How could anyone not believe his cute sincerity. I had a thing for his
accent. When he said 'stupid' it really made me smile.

'Last night was meant to be just us. That's what I meant when I said
"get-together". But you went out to get the whole school,' I said, putting
wound to his guilt.

'Feck, I'm a right tool aren't I?' he smiled.

He stood there outside my house, it felt like i was being courted. He was
nervous and feeling like the idiot waiting for me to either summon him in
or leave.

'You want to come in, I can make dinner,' I said.

'Will there be dessert?' he grinned.

---

Connor stayed for the meal. We ate in front of the TV. We played video
games and talked for a bit. I finally got the chance to spend time with him
alone that wasn't a football training. Although football was mostly what we
talked about I didn't mind him nattering away because I loved hearing him
speak.

We sat on the couch together. Connor had injured his ankle so I offered to
his massage his feet. I had a few flashback from last night with Malachi
and I in the tub. I think the massage would have turned out better if he
let me rest his foot on my crotch.

I allowed him to stay for the night. He'd agree to drive me to school the
next day.

There were moments when it could have led to sex. He was definitely
throwing out signals. He blatantly played with his balls in front of me. He
had a hard on when I was massaging his feet. He kept calling how fit every
one of the football players were. But I guess he was referring to their
athleticism. The fact he chose to come to my house and sleep over filled me
with mixed messages. We've only known each other for less than a
month. Boys don't ask boys to stay the night. He could have easily driven
home. We didn't drink that much.

Well, I was slightly drunk. After a few cans I blurted out how much I love
hearing him speak. The fact that I thought Irish people sounded sexy. He
took it as a great compliment. The thing with Connor, he likes praises. And
when he's praised enough he will flirt. He kept telling me how much he
enjoyed his foot massage. I joked that I'd be willing to give him full body
massage. He joked that I'd be good at it.

It was late at night. Connor passed out on the couch. I sat across from him
with my laptop. Tom emailed me the video file. I plugged in my headphones
and I watched the video of Connor's mad fucking with Connor himself in the
room. I kept peeking towards him to see if he would wake up. He looked
passed out.

That night, I had the greatest jerk off. When I looked at the sleeping
Connor, I had the sex video as reference to imagine what it would be like
to really get fucked by him. Even though it saddens me that I could not
make it happen in reality, I had a sense of accomplishment. Think back on
all those times you've fantasised fucking a celebrity. Connor was a fantasy
of mine and I can beat my cock with the image of naked Connor playing in my
head.


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