Date: Sun, 05 Nov 2000 17:13:42 GMT
From: Jamie <virus@dial.pipex.com>
Subject: Chris-and-Jamie  Chapter 6

Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't been posting, but something came up. Anyway enjoy
the story.

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`But why, Jamie?'
I just looked at him.
`You think I'd give you up? I was joking.' I threw back my head and started
to laugh uncontrollably. I had tears rolling down my cheeks before Chris
realised what was happening.
`You bastard.' He punched me hard in the chest and winded me. `You deserved
that.'
`Maybe, but I think I should get a reward for all that effort spent on my
homework.' I said, spreading my legs wide and removing my shirt.
`I think that you should wait until tomorrow.'
`If that's what you really want.' I gave him an evil grin.
This was followed by his "I-love-sex-too-much-to-give-it-up" smile and he
removed all his clothes and mine so that nothing could hinder us.

Taking him into my mouth I gave the head of his cock a flick with my tongue.
This made him moan with pleasure, which resulted with a loud bang on the
door and his Dad shouted for us to keep the noise down.

`You must be very good, James. Chris has never been that happy.' He went
away chuckling.

`Don't listen to him; just...(moan)...keep...(moan)...going. I'm almost...THERE.' And
he was. Chris shot load after load into my mouth as I finished bobbing up
and down his rapidly deflating boner slid out of my mouth. I licked it clean
and returned to the bed.

`Hey, I don't see another bed. Where do you intend that I sleep for the next
few nights.'
Chris raised his eyebrows and decided to do something about the heavy weight
hanging between my legs.

Spitting on his hand he grabbed me and began to move his had swiftly on my
boner. I was in heaven, which was heightened to its peak when his pulled it
so that it stood pointing skywards and lowered himself onto me.
As I entered him the surge of pleasure could not be stopped. I yelled out at
the top of my voice.

`SHUT THE HELL UP or no sex for a week!' Chris's Mom was getting madder and
madder.
Chris just shrugged and began to bounce up and down on my long pole. The
ecstasy was becoming unbearable. Chris just kept going. I was close. He
leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
`You're a very bad shag you know.' He whispered.
`You just...keep...going. I'll...argue...that point...later.' I panted.
He quickened his pace and my boner started to pulsate within his.
`Fuck me, James.' It looked like Chris was enjoying this as much as I was.
His erection was in full swing again and he was wanking himself faster and
faster.

I shouted out again and we both came at the same time. His cum landed
directly on my chest whilst mine shot up his insides. Drawing himself off of
me he dabbed a finger on my chest and held it to my mouth. I licked it clean
and pulled him in for a kiss. Our tongues fought and he won easily. I
subsided as he caressed it and lifted it up with his own, letting it fall
slowly down to the bottom of my mouth and then lifting it up again.
Eventually the kissing subsided and we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next day I woke up with a sharp pain in my back. Reaching behind me I
found the cause -- Chris's boner was poking into me from his position behind
him. I subsided it with my own efforts. Chris's eyes fluttered open and he
looked at me.

`Thanks. I needed that. Shit look at the time, we've got ten minutes before
school.'

Skipping breakfast we got dressed, grabbed our bags, shouted goodbye to
Chris's Mom and fled down the street. Five minutes later we were at the
school gates. As soon as we entered the Headmaster swept into view and
caught us by our collars.

`My office -- five minutes.' He said sternly and vanished.

`Ouch.' Chris exclaimed. `This is gonna hurt.'
I grabbed him and pulled him towards the office.

`So boys, Miss Taylor (Religious Studies) tells me that you were showing
disrupting behaviour during class yesterday.'
I let Chris answer the question.
`I wasn't. She was having a discussion about homosexuality. She kept telling
me that I wasn't gay and that it was all in my mind. So I proved that it
wasn't. I kissed James in front of her.' He said bravely. `He was very
good.' He added grinning.
`I have no doubt that he was, but you can't do that -- especially in front of
Miss Taylor, you know how she gets worked up.'
`Must be the draft under the mini-skirt.' Chris said.
The Headmaster was not amused, and Chris shrank down in his seat.
`I am going to have a word with all the staff to inform them of the
situation and I expect you not to act up in class again.' He opened the door
for us and we quickly left.

`Come here.' I said.
I kissed him slowly in the corridor outside the office.
`You were very good too you know?'
`Oh I know.' He replied with an evil smirk. `I always am.'

`What happened?' Ciaran was on edge when we returned to the playground.
`He just tortured Chris on the rack and forced me to watch as my boyfriend
was pulled limb from limb by wild dogs afterwards.'
`Come on, you bastard. What happened?'
`Oh he just wanted to know why Taylor was so pissed again.'
`And you told him.'
`Yup, Chris is extremely honest; more so when he is about to reach orgasm.
If you catch him at the right moment he'll tell you anything.' I said. Chris
gave me another evil smirk and kissed me again.
`You guys gotta stop doing that. It's becoming annoying, just because you've
got a boyfriend.'
`Why do you want one?'
`Not really.'
`Well then...'

My sentence was interrupted when a fist launched out of mid-air and caught
Chris square in the face. He fell and I turned to see Lee standing over his
body with his minions looking on. They turned and ran.
I knelt beside Chris. I knew that his nose had been broken (When your Mom's
a nurse you can't help learning stuff). I took off my tie and began to soak
up the blood that was pouring in torrents. The school nurse duly arrived and
she rang or an ambulance. I asked her if I could go with them. She just
smiled and nodded.

`The Headmaster told me the situation with you and Chris. You can come
along, but I'll need to phone your parents to tell them where you are.'

Twenty minutes later brought us to the hospital. I helped Chris out of the
ambulance and into casualty. The nurse behind the counter looked up as our
own began to explain what had happened.
After an hour's wait everything began to happen at once. Firstly the nurse
brought a ton of paperwork for us to fill in, then the doctor took Chris off
to some side room to take a look at his nose and then Chris's Mom burst
through the door and rushed to the main desk.
I got up and gently placed my hand on her shoulder.

`He's okay. It's just a broken nose. They said he would be fine in a couple
of weeks.' I tried to reassure her.
`It may only be a broken nose, but I am going to break they're fucking
necks.' I had never seen her so angry; let alone swear at anyone. I decided
to leave it there.

The school nurse came up behind us and began a lengthy discussion with
Chris's Mom as Chris emerged from the doctor's office with his nose wrapped
in bandages.

I rushed to him.
`You okay? They haven't hurt you? Is it going to heal? When will you be
better?' (And most importantly) `When are we going to be able to...you know?'
Chris just laughed.
`To your first question: yes; your second: no; your third: yes; your fourth:
soon; and your fifth: depends on how I feel.'
He definitely didn't have concussion then.

His Mom finally saw him and came running down the corridor. She asked
exactly the same questions (except for number 5), kissed him and rushed off
to find the doctor.

Eventually she returned, thanked the nurse and bundled us into her car with
the shopping that she had just bought before being told of the accident. I
was wedged between Chris and three large tubs of ice cream, which made me
shiver down my right side.
We pulled up outside her office and she turned around in her seat.

`I've just got to get some stuff, boys. I won't be a minute.' And she was
gone.

A minute was all that I needed. I sank to the ground at Chris's feet,
unbuttoned his jeans and started sucking for all I was worth. It took a
little longer than a minute, but Chris wasn't complaining. I rolled him
around in my mouth whilst bobbing up and down.
Grabbing at his balls with my free hand I started to roll them around and
tugged on them slightly, sending him sky-high with delight.
Eventually a few consistent moans told me that he was ready. I braced myself
for the onslaught and he fired. I took all five rounds into my mouth and
gulped them down one at a time - one, two, three, four, and five.
He pulled my chin up to his and let his tongue dart into my mouth, playing
chase with my own.

`I can't leave you along for one minute, can I?' Chris's Mom had re-entered
the car when Chris had started to shoot, but was too polite to interrupt her
son in one of his more precious moments of childhood.

`Are you finished? Can we go now?'

I grinned at her, trying to pull off one of Chris's patented "I'm-so-cute"
smiles and failed.

She shook her head and pulled out of the car park.

When we reached Chris's house we found his Dad waiting outside for us. He
greeted us at the car with a little yelp when she saw Chris's bandaged nose.

`How's my little angle?' He said pulling Chris in for a hug.
`Careful. You'll crush my boyfriend. Then who am I gonna play with on long,
cold winter nights?' I joked.
Chris pulled out of the hug enough to give me a look that told me that I
would expect something from him later.

After the formalities had been completed and Chris and I had told his
parents everything that happened we snuck off to go at watch TV in his room.
Lying there with him in my arms was the best feeling I've ever had. Forget
all the orgasms in the world put together, I would rather have this moment
than any of them. We started to watch Titanic. I fell in love with the music
(I have this thing about good compositions -- don't ask), Chris fell in love
with Leonardo DiCaprio.

`That guy is so hot.' He murmured after a while.
`He won't be when he dies of hypothermia, will he?' I retorted. This was
beginning to annoy me. I couldn't believe that I was jealous over a stupid
film star.
`The way he shakes his head, it really turns me on.' I knew that Chris was
now just trying to irritate me.
`You can have him and welcome. But you owe me a little something first.'
`Yeah, okay. You go down and get a couple of sodas for us though, and I'll
prepare myself.' He giggled. I knew that this was something to make me go
and get the drinks but I didn't care, I would do anything for Chris.
`You're like a bloody woman!'
Chris took up the sheet off of his bed and wrapped it around himself in a
makeshift dress.
`Yeah, but I'm a cute one aren't I?'
I left, shaking my head.

The landing outside of Chris's room was of solid marble. The stairs opened
out into a glamorous affair of white marble at the end of it and curved
around in a spiral to the bottom.

I walked down the landing, still wondering about the workings of the teenage
American mind when I slipped. I lost my footing on the top step. Whirling
backwards to grab at the railing, missed and fell. I rolled down the
staircase and ended crumpled in a heap at the bottom. Blackness overtook my
senses.

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This story is true and so I can't ask you what you want to happen. But I
would be interested to see if you like or hate it so far (Chris and I are
now 15 and still going strong).
The names (apart from Mine and Chris's) have been changed to protect
individuals. Also e-mail me if you have any questions you want to ask
someone about being gay. Im always ready to listen. Messages will be taken
in confidence.

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