Jamie Lawrence - Chapter 1
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The characters contained within this story are entirely fictional and should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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.
Jamie Lawrence - Chapter 1
As was customary for the young men in Jamie's Friday afternoon PE class, most had gone home in their sports gear to spare themselves the trouble of changing back into their school uniform, leaving Jamie alone in the changing room.
He preferred it that way. When others were changing with him, he was always paranoid that his eye would wander and he would be caught ogling something he shouldn't. Alone, he could get ready to go into Manchester City Centre at his leisure.
Jamie shot a quick text to his best friend, Matthew, to tell him to meet him outside the sports hall in twenty minutes and jumped in the showers; something seldom done at Jamie's school. Jamie ran his soap over his slight frame, washing away the toil of another week of hiding in plain sight.
He had passed innocuously through his first four years, and as there were only two more weeks until the end of year eleven, he had already started to declare his High School career a gleaming success. With the exception of his family, only two people knew he was gay. Some may have suspected, but only two had heard it from the horse's mouth. Matthew had been the first; Jamie had considered it only good manners to inform his best friend.
Second was Matthew's girlfriend, Sam. In the absence of any true siblings of his own, he had essentially adopted Sam as his big sister. "Big is right," Jamie mused silently. At five foot eight, and with a habit of wearing four inch heels, she dwarfed Jamie, who stood at a measly five foot two. Matthew was taller still. At only sixteen, he was already six-one and as muscular as any grown man.
At the thought of the boy Jamie referred to as 'Matty', Jamie's flaccid member gave a gentle twitch. He immediately admonished his stiffening cock. "Bad dick! Not when I'm thinking about Matty!"
It was true that Matthew was incredibly attractive, but as Jamie had come to think of him as a protective older brother he felt odd when sexual thoughts about him popped into his mind.
Jamie poured shampoo into his shoulder length black hair and sighed contentedly as he massaged it in. He heard the door go and assumed Matthew had gotten bored of waiting for him although it hadn't really been all that long. "I'm nearly done, Matty!" he shouted over the noise of the showers.
He rinsed himself, turned off the shower and grabbed his towel from the nearby rack. "Sorry I took so long, sweetie," he said as he made his way to his bag. He stopped however when he spotted the person standing by the door.
"Oh, it's you." Jamie didn't hide his disdain at the sight of Shane Carter. Admittedly, Shane was hot. At five-eight, he was a muscular wet dream. His blonde hair was poker straight and often played charmingly across his piercing green eyes. The only real problem with the boy was that he had a major attitude problem.
"Yeah, it's me. Nice nipple ring, fag."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit? Though I imagine it's the best you can manage. Oh, and I'm not gay." Jamie winced at his own words. He didn't like denying his own identity but Matthew had insisted it was safer to wait until college before being out and proud.
Shane was staring at Jamie as he pulled his tiny boxers on, his towel still wrapped around his waist. "I think you are. Five years and you've never had a girlfriend."
"Just never got around to it." Jamie slipped his brand new 'distressed' jeans on and ditched the towel. He looked at Shane who hadn't moved an inch. "Seriously Shane, what do you want?"
He took a few steps toward Jamie, causing Jamie to back up a little. Shane smirked at this. "What I want is for you to admit that you're a little cock sucker."
"Sorry to disappoint."
At that, Shane rushed Jamie. He grabbed the much smaller boy's throat and pressed him to the wall. Jamie's bare skin cringed away from the cold tiles and he choked under the pressure of Shane's strangle hold. Shane put his lips to Jamie's ear. The combination of his stubble against Jamie's cheek and the feel of his warm breath on Jamie's ear served to give Jamie a hard-on, which was unfortunately pressed against Shane's thigh, which he was also using to pin Jamie.
"Shane, you're choking me."
"Why don't you have a feel?"
"What?"
"You know you want to have a go. Judging by this-" he roughly grabbed Jamie's stiffening cock; "you're loving every second of this."
Jamie shakily moved his hand to Shane's crotch even as Shane moved his own away from Jamie's. Shane moved to press his forehead against Jamie's, his eyes closed. Jamie rested his palm against the other boy's groin and gave it a soft squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from him. Jamie's initial fears at having been attacked by Shane were beginning to dissipate.
Shane had stopped choking Jamie and was instead softly caressing his tiny chest. Jamie moved his hand to unbutton Shane's jeans, running his finger along the length of his throbbing cock as he went. He undid the buttons in one quick move and very slowly slipped the denim over Shane's firm arse.
He was wearing a tight pair of white boxers which had a a small wet spot in the crotch. Jamie reached beneath the waistband and wrapped his hand around the shaft of Shane's dick. Shane inhaled deeply as he did.
Jamie pulled the pulsating cock out and started to work it up and down. He estimated it must have been around eight inches long. Shane was starting to breath heavily, softly moaning. Occasionally he would lick his lips, something Jamie was watching him do and wanting to lick them too.
Having never had opportunity to kiss a boy, Jamie was eager to try, so with his free hand he tilted Shane's chin up and moved in. Their lips touched but Shane pulled away, minutely shaking his head.
Insistent, Jamie abandoned the gentle approach and grabbed the back of Shane's neck to pull him in. This time their lips met and they began making out in earnest. Jamie was in heaven as their tongues battled.
Shane was leaking more and more pre-cum. Jamie took a drop on the tip of his finger and put it on his tongue before kissing Shane again. Shane seemed to enjoy the taste immensely.
Suddenly, he stopped Jamie's hand and pulled away from the kiss.
"Wait." He seemed to be trying to catch his breath but was eagerly running his hand down Jamie's chest until he reached the buttons on Jamie's tented jeans. "I want to," he said, seemingly unable to finish the sentence. He seemed slightly dazed, as if he were in the middle of a dream.
He undid Jamie's jeans slowly, button by button and pulled his boxers down until he had exposed Jamie's seven inch hard-on.
He dropped to his knees. He seemed fascinated by the drop of pre-cum on the tip, examining it before using his tongue to remove it. Jamie shuddered with pleasure.
Shane kissed the tip of Jamie's cock gently before sheathing his teeth and taking the full length of Jamie's shaft into his mouth, the head touching the back of his throat.
He didn't gag and Jamie wondered if he had had a little practise. He stopped wondering about anything, however, when Shane started to massage his dick with his talented tongue. It wasn't long before Jamie's virgin cock was ready to blow. In the throes of passion he started to recite "I'm gonna...I'm gonna." Rather than pulling away, Shane sped up until Jamie fired five shots at the back of his throat. Shane swallowed all five before cleaning any remnants of Jamie's softening cock with his tongue.
Finished, he rose to meet Jamie's lips again, the taste of Jamie's cum still on his lips. Jamie was lapping it up. He went back to work on Shane's cock, which seemed to be getting even bigger. It didn't take very long. Shane hips started to buck as he shot six volleys of cum onto Jamie's bare chest.
Finished, the two kissed for a few moments before Jamie moved to grab the towel he had used to dry himself off earlier, a goofy smile etched across his face. He wiped the cum off his chest before moving to clean Shane's cock with his mouth.
He was gentle, knowing that having just cum Shane was going to be tender. Finished, he rose and kissed Shane. It was slow and passionate. After a few moments, Shane pulled away and said in a seductive voice "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kick your faggot arse. Got it?"
Jamie's mind didn't register this for a moment. The seductive tone of voice had masked what Shane was saying. When it clicked, he backed away in shock. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, fag. Don't think I'm afraid to beat your fairy arse just because you're always with that behemoth." Shane turned to leave, stuffing his now flaccid cock into his jeans.
Just as he reached the door, Jamie got angry. "You little fucker. You call me the faggot, but let's not forget who started this. It seemed to me that you've had a little practise too." Jamie moved over to Shane and leaned against the door, effectively barring Shane's exit.
"You better watch what you say, queer." Shane didn't meet Jamie's eye.
"Actually, I don't think I will. I think it might be a hell of a lot more fun to fuck with you for the next two weeks. Unfortunately school ends after that, but two weeks will be enough for me to get my kicks." Jamie was not normally mean, but Shane's attitude was making him feel belligerent.
"You wouldn't. 'Saint' Matthew wouldn't let you. He's too much of a goody two shoes." He said Saint with a deeply ironic tone that grated on Jamie's ears.
Jamie leaned into Shane, pressing his lips against his ear and whispered; "What my Matty doesn't know, can't hurt him. Who do you think he'll believe?" Jamie saw Shane clench his fists. "Go on; punch me. That'll just lend credence to the tall tales I'm cooking up."
A tear formed in Shane's eye. "Please don't do this to me," he said in barely more than a whisper.
"What was that?" Jamie asked sarcastically.
Shane was crying. "Please don't. I'm begging you. My dad would kill me if he knew." His sobs wrenched at Jamie's heart and he knew immediately that he had pushed too hard.
Jamie sighed and changed his tack. "Just answer this honestly. Are you gay?" Shane nodded slowly, not meeting Jamie's eyes and tears still streaming down his face. "Okay, that's a good start." Jamie hugged the taller boy, standing on his tiptoes to do so. "What makes you think that your dad would kill you if he knew?" he asked, rubbing Shane's back affectionately. His hatred for the boy was quickly vanishing.
"My dad disowned my Uncle when he came out a couple of years ago. Any time anyone mentions him he says 'Don't talk about that pervert.' My mum would be okay with it I think, but she never goes against my dad." While he was talking, Shane was tracing designs on Jamie's back. Having yet to put on his shirt and being incredibly ticklish, Jamie giggled.
"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! I wasn't laughing at you. You were tickling me!" Jamie was honestly ashamed but couldn't stop giggling.
Shane's tears broke and a grin spread across his face. "You're ticklish?" he asked. He sniffed as his tears abated. He moved his hand to Jamie's stomach and started to tickle him. Jamie giggled like a little girl. Shane was laughing openly now. After a few moments, he stopped torturing Jamie and pulled him in for another kiss.
Suddenly the door hit Jamie's back, knocking him bodily into Shane.
Matthew's blonde mop appeared around the door. "Jamie, what's the fucking hold up?" Shane had frozen at the sight of Matthew. As Matthew spotted Shane, he came into the room. "Is he bothering you?" he asked, a scowl on his face.
"No." Jamie stopped a moment, an idea coming to him. "In fact, would you mind if he came to the cinema with us?" The two of them looked stunned.
"You sure?" They both asked in unison and smiling wryly when Jamie announced 'Jynx!'
"Jynx is for kids." Matthew grabbed Jamie in a headlock and gave him a nuggie.
"Mercy! Mercy!" Jamie bellowed. He could hear Shane snickering.
"Right. Get your shirt on you skinny little shit. We'll be late."
"Be right out, Matty." Matthew turned and left. Jamie turned to Shane. "You want to come?"
"What, like a date?" Shane seemed half excited and half afraid.
"If you're comfortable calling it that. We can talk some, maybe I'll even think of a solution for your Dad problem."
Shane wrapped his arms around Jamie. "One condition," he said, his lips no more than an inch from Jamie's. "I'm paying."
With that, he kissed Jamie.
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Keep an eye out for Chapter Two!