Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 11:28:58 +0100
From: Jamie Andrew <jamieandrew90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamie's School Days - 6

Hello everyone. I've been looking forward to writing this chapter because
it means a lot to me. It's a lot to do with self discovery and less with
the sexual experience. You're going to be introduced to the last of the
main characters and from now on there'll be a lot of hot sex interactions
with some of the characters you've met.


You don't need to remember key parts in the previous chapters to understand
this. It's a short story of itself. As I mentioned it really pays true to
my life (obviously this is fictional).


Jamie's School Days


Chapter 06 - Jamie and the Stolen Kiss


Tom and I often play tennis together. It was a great way to vent off sexual
frustration. I had a lot racking up on mind with Malachi and Connor in my
head and the impending football qualifier match. Playing with Tom helped
take my mind off life at school. He told me about how he made new friends
in his new school. But still, we've never lost touch. We're still each
other's best friend.


I tell Tom everything. I told him about the other night when I started
using dildos and how it lessened my sexual desire to get fucked. He thought
it sounded kinky. I didn't mind being open about to talk about it. But I
did get a few stares at the court for talking so publicly.


'I'm telling you, man. I get an erection if a hot guy so much stares at me
that's how bad I need to get laid,' I said as I swung at the tennis ball.


'You're not the only one, Jamie,' said Tom taking a swing. 'Every guy gets
that. See, that woman over there is mighty fine and I'm thinking of doing
her.'


'But you're not surrounded by them all the time. I shower with naked guys
every day. Lucky I get too nervous to even have an erection cos there's so
many people there. But what if it's just me and another guy in the shower,
just us.'


'Well, tell him that you got hard thinking of something hot. If he's into
you he'll make a move, if he's not he'll laugh it off,' advised Tom. He
might be right. My thoughts had me thinking about getting hard in the
shower and everyone was crowding around taking turns blowing me.


It then got me thinking about bukake in the shower, taking one for the team
and sucking every boy off. I was too horny in the moment that I hit the
ball too hard with my racket. The ball went off course and hit the back of
some guy's head.


'I'm so sorry I hit you!' I cried out. He was wearing a cap and massaging
his head.


I approached the guy to further apologise. He was rather tall and
slim. When he looked into my eyes, I saw his beautiful turquoise eyes and
smile. I must have further embarrassed myself for endlessly apologising.


'That's cool, man. Just watch your aim next time,' he said as he handed me
the ball.


'I will. I've been playing for a while but I don't think I'll ever get the
aim right,' I admitted.


'I'd say, he should get private tuition. I would but I have no patience
with the guy,' said Tom.


'I'm not that bad,' I said.


'Well, I'm available if you need lessons. I'm a student and I could do with
the extra cash,' the guy said.


My first initial reaction was that I thought he was cute and I wouldn't
mind paying him to be my coach and someone I could have the excuse to stare
at. It seemed harmless enough. The guy was out of my league. He's so
beautiful that I wouldn't be surprised if he was a model. Come to think of
it. He does look awfully familiar.


'I'd like that. You should coach me,' I said, offering my hand to shake.


'Cool, I'm Freddy,' he said, shaking my hand. He had a firm handshake. I
could tell that he was sincere. He'd be someone I'd trust to be my coach.


'Jamie,' I replied.


We agreed that I would start training with him on the weekend. He gave me
his number to set up a time to meet. He even suggested that I should
'friend' him so that it would be easier to chat. I thought he was
incredibly handsome. I wanted to check out his pictures to see if he had
appeared in any magazines.


But as I scrolled through his pictures I began to realise how I came to the
theory that he resembled someone. How did I not know this? His hair would
have given it away. He was wearing a cap when I met him, covering up his
featured James Dean look. I not only knew who he was but I knew him
intimately -- very intimately. Freddy is Jonno. Rather, Jonno is
Freddy. The hot pornstar that I jacked off to was the student guy who
offered to give me tennis lessons. My tennis instructor -- a porn star?


Their faces matched when I placed their photographs together. Scrolling
through his profile pictures, I had a clear idea of what was underneath his
clothes. I knew that he was quite lean and packed some muscle. His body was
nothing extraordinary but I knew he had a great butt. His cock measured to
7.5 inches and 5 inches girth. He's done top scenes but he's more of a
bottom. He once had two dicks in his ass and he even fucked twins. My
favourite position of his was when he's on top of them and he's facing the
camera sliding up and down his cock, his cock slapping against his chest.


I had to tell someone. I called Tom. I told him everything.


'Shit, I don't believe this,' he laughed.


'Seriously, he's the same guy,' I said. 'He looks a bit different, perhaps
it's an old video of his.'


'Do you think he's actually gay?' said Tom. At first I thought he just
looked like all the other straight guys. But if Freddy played for my team
team then I may have a shot of scoring with the hot tennis player.


...


It had been an intense session. I didn't immediately approach Freddy with
what I found out. I wanted him to get to know me first. He might not have
wanted to coach me if I told him. From what he told me, he was a third year
studying something clever like Biochemistry. We had similar taste in film
and music but he had a fascination for Asian film and anime. I showed my
interest for them too. After, he invited me to watch some with him next
time.


Freddy had been very friendly with me. If I weren't mistaken I think he was
flirting with me. He said I had great quads and I told him I played
football, mostly because of my ability to run fast but I was working on my
dribbling. Freddy showed me how to always keep my legs busy to anticipate
the ball. I felt I kept myself too busy imagining him naked under his tight
white shirt and shorts. He was wearing a cap that I knew hid his definitive
stylish hair. I just couldn't believe that Freddy was Jonno.


We were sweating buckets. The last 5 minutes had been intense. Freddy was
an excellent teacher. We both played an equally skilled match striking the
ball at each other back and forth. He might have gone easy on me but I
wasn't going to let him beat him. It was like we were having raw passionate
sex. As we each took a swing, we made heavy grunts and growls like animals
in our natural state. Our muscles ached with exertion. When it was all
over, I felt a great relief and gave out a big grin like I've just enjoyed
a great fucking. But he clearly won this match. My shirt was sticking to
me. I sweat loads. So I removed my shirt and flung it across my shoulder. I
thought I saw Freddy checking me out when I unveiled my chest. He just gave
me a wink.


'Good game, man,' Freddy said, coming over to hug me. I felt my naked chest
against his shirt, our sweat embracing each other. He gave me a few pats on
the back. 'You really were on fire that last match.'


'You're a good coach. Here's your twenty. You earned it,' I said handing
out his fee.


'Cheers, man. Same time next week?' He asked.


'Yeah, sounds good to me. I enjoyed the game. You play really well,' I told
him as he was putting away his racket.


'Thanks, man. I appreciate it,' he smiled.


'You're like a professional' I said.


'That's kind of you. But I'm hardly professional,' he laughed.


'How long have you been in the game?' I asked.


'Um, I've been coached by my dad since I was 7,' he said.


'And your other games? I must confess I'm a huge fan of your work,' I said.


Freddy looked at me confused.


'I have no other games. I just do tennis,' he said. He gave a shrug like he
didn't understand what I meant. I was trying to deduce whether he might
suspect what I suspect. I didn't want to offend him by implying I
disapproved of his double life. I had to come clean.


'Look, I'm so sorry for coming at you like this,' I began to blurt
out. 'But I'm struggling to make friends in my school and when I found out
there was a chance that someone like you is like me, I just thought maybe
you could help me deal what I'm going through.'


'Hey, slow down will you?' Freddy laughed. 'Someone like me. Someone like
you. Help with what?'


'I'm gay. In case you didn't know. I would have told you if you just asked
but I needed to tell you because I think you're like me,' I said.


'I'm like you exactly how?' he slowly said.


'Shit. I'm starting to doubt I confused you with the wrong person,' I
said. 'I just thought you looked really familiar to this really hot guy
called Jonno who I often have sex dreams about. But if it's not you then
again -- like the hitting in the head incident -- I'm really, really
sorry.'


'Oh that is me,' he laughed. 'I just wanted to be clear I understood
completely. I got to be careful with what I say sometimes. People don't
want to know that I have sex for money. But if people want to know, I tell
them.'


Then I realised how much he was so like me.


'So are you really gay?' I asked.


'Definitely. But people don't realise. I don't want to be exclusive to
guys. I like cocks but I also like women's attention. I also appreciate the
fans.'


'Oh my God. You have no idea how much this means for me. I can't believe
you're you. I love your videos. I think they're all hot. I could really do
with having a gay friend.' I said. Boy, could I have NOT sounded more
pathetic and desperate. But this was Jonno, we're talking about. Anyone
would be weak in the knees and starstruck.


'I'll give you a call,' he said. 'What are you doing next week?'


...


Could time not have gone any slower? I could not believe I was going on a
date with Freddy/Jonno. Well, it's not that kind of date but he was going
to sneak me into a gay club as a VIP, even though I was under age. I wanted
to bring Tom with me for support but that would have been too gay for him
to take.


Freddy came to pick me up at my house. I told my mum I would be sleeping
over at Tom's and he would be covering for me. I knew that I was 16 and I
think my mum would allow me to go out to town at night. But this was
Flamingos Gay Club with a man I only met recently. There was no way my mum
would have agreed to this.


I took it as a sign of growing up. I was ready to go on an adventure of
self discovery -- a sex discovery.


When I saw how Freddy looked out of his sportswear, I was stunned. It was
like an American vintage moment when the handsome greaser waited by his
sports car. He was wearing a tank top shirt under a leather jacket and skin
tight jeans. He looked sexy chewing gum. I felt too overdressed. I decided
to go for a purple themed attire because it was my favourite and lucky
colour. I somehow can pull it off. It made me look stylish and cool. Well
in my opinion.


Flamingos was everything I could never have imagined. It wasn't exclusively
a gay bar. A lot of 'fag hags' and straight couple still went. Most of them
were university students. The toilets were all unisex which I actually
enjoyed because it was a friendly place to chat and meet people.


I knew that Jonno was famous in the gay porn industry but I didn't know he
was celebrity popular. Everyone in the club recognised him. He was a
frequent guest at the club. I came as his plus one so he was excited to
introduce me to all his student friends.


It was hard to remember the names to faces but they were definitely
colourful names. I remembered names like 'Paprika, Amber, Charity and
Sambuca'. Most of these names were drag queens and lesbians.


'I want you to look after, Jamie,' Freddy said. 'He's a really good friend
of mine. He's fragile and he's a virgin.'


'Ooh, well in that case I'm adopting a Jamie!' Charity the black drag queen
joked. All the others laughed and suddenly I received a lot of attention.


'Tell me, Jamie, are you top or bottom...in your class?' asked Amber the
Asian transvestite.


'Well it depends what class because I really suck at Maths but I excel in
English,' I answered.


Everyone laughed. I didn't quite get why but I just accepted every joke
they were making and accepted their drinks.


It didn't take me long to get intoxicated. Most of the time, I had to sit
on Charity's lap because he/she found me adorable.


I was terrible at dancing but somehow I found myself loose on the dance
floor. The music they were playing to were cheesy pop anthems that
expresses your inner queer. It felt great and liberating dancing with other
gays. Everyone was friendly and you could go up and dance with
anyone. Amber and Sambuca danced with me all night.


Sambuca was a punky, pink haired lesbian who was kissing every girl in the
club, gay or straight. She'd just swoop in and kiss anyone she fancied. She
had big balls for doing so.


Amber, the tiny blonde wigged Asian was rocking the floor with her
impressive Beyonce moves, even in stilettos.


Then there was Freddy. He wasn't much of a dancer. He was approached by a
lot of guys whom he'd flirt a little and whisper funny things into their
ears. I must admit I felt a little jealous. After all, he kind of forgotten
about me. But I was too joyous to let it get to me. I came here to meet
more gays and I sure did.


I popped into the bathroom and saw there was a queue to use the cubicles. I
felt a little tired so I leaned against the wall and just shut my eyes. I
was thinking of Tom. I wished he was with me. He would have enjoyed the
concept of a unisex toilet. That sort of thing would make him laugh. I
thought about the boys in the team and tried to imagine if they would party
here too. I'd hear them talking about crashing into Flamingos and bet how
many gay guys would swoon over them and their big egos. Then I remembered
Greek Boy, Malachi. I just imagined what it would be like kissing him
strangely enough. I recalled our time in the tub together. I wanted to
touch him again, to feel his legs against mine. Our feet gently massaging
our growing bulges. My lips pressed gently against the fine thistle of his
facial hair. Our tongues embracing. Our kiss stolen in time, let this
moment linger for eternity.


I felt lips pressed to my lips. Blades of hair tickled my cheeks. A
slithering tongue invaded my mouth. I allowed his kiss to happen -- just
for a moment. But, I let my guard down only to discover upon opening my
eyes to a bald overweight man with bad dental hygiene. I realised that I
was robbed of my perfect first kiss.


I was angry. Furious. How could I have been foolish to give my kiss away to
a repulsive man.


There was nowhere else to go but outside. I cried. Everything was ruined. I
was a pathetic romantic to believe in that sentimental dribble.


I felt a hand against my shoulder. It was Freddy. Great, like he wants to
have anything to do with a childish teenager.


'Would you tell me what's wrong?' he asked.


Anyone else would answer that they were fine and refuse to admit their
feelings. I used to think they were fools and that in a subconscious level
we actually crave for attention. I finally understood why.


So I told him why I was upset. How I had always dreamt of finding a perfect
boy to be like any other couple, free to hold each other's hand without
prejudice. I had been saving my first kiss for that boy. But now the kiss
had been compromised.


'I'm sorry about what was taken from you, Jamie,' said Freddy. 'I remember
my first kiss was with a girl in my class and we played 'truth or
dare'. This girl had dare and she kissed me. I was hoping to kiss another
boy in the circle. If I had landed on him I would have showed everyone my
love for this boy.'


'So what happened?'


'My first kiss may have been unexpected. But my second was better. But
that's life. I can't promise you that you'll find romance. But I believe
that romance will find you.'


'Why is that?' I asked.


With that Freddy kissed me. It lasted like half a second but it lingered
for awhile.


'I believe in second kisses,' said Freddy.


If I wasn't in love with him before -- I am now.


TO BE CONTINUED...


What's going to happen next? Well, writing up a really short Jamie's Lost
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