Chapter 10: Jamie and Tom
"You're turning into a right slut, Jamie" joked Tom.
After telling Tom about the crazy night I had from having had sex with Connor and Brad I felt empowered and proud. Two guys one after the other. Tom liked to brag about him and his girlfriend. One time it was his first blowjob from her or the other time they tried anal. But this time I had so many firsts like my first blow job, rim job, role play, face fuck... I was yet to have proper intercourse but still it was my first real intimate time with another boy. It was so hot having our naked selves rubbing each other, our cocks meeting and pressing against our skin. This time, my story trumped Tom's and I could tell he was a tiny bit jealous because his sex had never been so wild and spontaneous.
"Seriously, I'm still getting texts from the two of them. Hey Jamie, my hole is still gaping from where you finger fucked it. I'm fucking horny btw. Alright James? My pubes are all crusty with cum. kiss. kiss. wink. They really enjoyed it as much as I did. It really wasn't a mistake for them as I feared," I said.
"That's crazy," said Tom. "And they're straight you say?"
"Well, Connor described it as sex is sex.," I said. "He actually said it was the best sex he's ever had and we didn't fuck. And it was true. He wanted me so bad that he came all over me and he didn't even wank."
"All that's left is Malachi. Maybe he'll pop your cherry next," said Tom.
"As if. Malachi's too into his girlfriend. That's why Malachi and I haven't spoken in a while because his needy girlfriend says he isn't paying enough attention to her."
"God it's so obvious how much you're in love with him," teased Tom.
"I'm not in love with Malachi," I said.
"You say his name too much. Oh Malachi, I want your penis so bad. Oh please, fuck my virgin ass. Yeah. That's it. Fuck it." Tom was dry humping the pillow as he was impersonating.
"Shut up, you're such a jerk," I laughed hitting him back with a pillow.
I wrestled with Tom as he continued to pretend. I was on top of him pinning his arms to the bed. Tom was thrusting his pelvis at me. I felt his growing cock twitching from his shorts. "What you gonna do now, Tom. I got you all pinned down. Don't say you're not turned on by this. I can feel your dick getting hard."
"I'm so not. Get over yourself. I ain't queer for you. Get off," he wrestled. I knew Tom was only joking with me. But he was also getting half irritated and I wasn't quite sure if I was over agitating him. It felt great being on top of him because I could tease how badly I had lusted for him.
There was a moment. Tom glanced at me with a puzzled look like he could not quite grasp what he should be feeling. The look he gave was the look you give to someone who has opened your world. The look that two people share when their eyes make contact. There was warmth in feeling that this person is only looking at you and you are the centre of their universe. It's an emotion so powerful that urges you to kiss. Could Tom really be thinking of kissing his best friend, someone so dear to you as loving your own brother?
"I think I love you," I had to spit it out. He knew I was thinking and I knew that he was.
It was the worst timing when Becky, his girlfriend walked in on me lying on top of her boyfriend, pinning his arms to the bed.
"What the fuck is this?" she screamed.
"What? We were just messing around. There was nothing to it, honestly Becky," said Tom shoving me off.
"Are you having a laugh?" laughed Becky. "You're queer friend is hitting on you and you're alright with that or are you a homo as well?"
"I wasn't hitting on him. It's what we always do, we're best friends that's all," I said.
"Shut the fuck up, Jamie," Tom hissed, urging me to stay out. I've never seen Tom so aggressive towards me before. He even clenched his fist at me ready to strike if I uttered another word.
"Yeah, I'll just leave you two fucking homos to it shall I?" said Becky then she glared towards me. "Isn't that what you want? To have Tom all to yourself so you can fuck him? Faggot."
Her words cut deep. I stared at Tom expecting he'd leap in like he always did as a big brother. But he did nothing. His girlfriend was shouting abuse at me and he did nothing.
"Just leave, Jamie," was all he said.
I didn't want them to see me cry. I held back until I left the door. I left his house feeling the greatest betrayal. Where I was walking didn't matter to me. I was lost and I was so far from home. I didn't know who to call as it was so late at night and no busses were around. After composing myself I managed to calm my nerve to calling up people I knew who could come get me. I didn't want my mother to see me. She would ask too many questions and it would get to the subject of Tom and it would hurt too much thinking about how he hurt me. Perhaps Malachi? No, he's got too much on his hands. He's only just broken up with his girlfriend. And it would be too awkward calling Brad or Connor. There was only one guy left who was worth a shot.
"Hello? Jamie, what's up?" it was Freddy.
"Freddy. I need you. Please get me," I cried.
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Twenty minutes later, Freddy arrived to pick me up. I was so cold and numb. I didn't even want to talk when I sat in his car. Freddy was understanding. He turned the heating warmer and left the car on standby.
"Did I disturb you?" I said.
"No, I was on the fence thinking whether to go out or not," he said. That was a lie. He was clearly dressed up smart and I made him leave a party to come for me. His scent was so comforting. Any girl would want to have sex with him right there in his nice convertible. He looked so handsome and hot the way he was dressed and the way his hair and stubble looked cool.
"Can I go out with you tonight?" I asked. Fuck it. Maybe getting drunk will make me forget about Tom.
"Yes. Let's do that. Alright," he said excitedly and starting his ignition.
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Freddy introduced me to a few of his roommates he was living with at university. They were all girls and could not have been more excited to meet me. Apparently I was quite famous in the house because Freddy talked about me as the cute school boy who's got a crush on Freddy. I could not have been more embarrassed. Maybe it was better off that I hadn't have come. But it strangely felt great having so much love in the house. They were all hospitable and I told them about what happened with me and Tom and his girlfriend walking in. Surprisingly, they were all taking my side."
"Look," said the brunette housemate. "I walked in on my boyfriend with another girl. I was upset yes and I may have said some unkind things to both of them. It's natural. But what your friend did, your `best friend', that's just plain nasty."
Everyone agreed. There were more debates and anecdotes shared around about how Tom really showed his true colours and maybe he really wasn't comfortable having a gay friend. What was really more important? His girlfriend or a friend he's had all his life?
"Thanks everyone for your support and all. I really appreciate it," I said. "Whatever Tom may feel about me I still can't get over him. He's like a brother to me. You don't get disowned by family and stop loving the one who disowned you. I'm never going to stop caring about him."
There was an awkward silence after. I had to break the silence by uncorking a bottle of wine and taking a big drink from it.
"Fuck it. I want to get wasted. Who's with me?" I said.
They all cheered and raised their glasses. Freddy looked over at me and gave me a wink.
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At the club, Freddy sneaked me in because I was still a minor. I don't think they really cared much for age restrictions at a gay bar because having twinks there are what people pay to go.
This was a different bar to Flamingos as it had go go dancers. Hot, hairless blonde boys grinded on stage in tight leather underwear and wearing masks. The theme at the club was Phantom of the Opera so everyone was wearing masks and dancing to gothic techno music. It was really a place of no restrictions and loose morals. Just the way I planned on celebrating.
Freddy bought me shots and we took them together. Unlike last time, he made sure I was not out of his sight and introduced me to all of the people he knew and people he didn't know but wanted to fuck him. But still, all he had to do was point towards me and say he was taken.
He wasn't shy to take off his shirt. He pulled me in to dance with him. It felt great running my hands all over his chest and ass. I was looking at his eyes hoping he would look into mine. It was hard with our masks but he was so in the moment of the music that his eyes were looking everywhere. Other people tried to get in between us dancing. There was one guy who was persistent and this angered Freddy and he told him to piss off.
"What's your problem? I'm fucking hot. Why are you hanging around with this loser?" the guy said.
Freddy got mad and punched him in the face. The bouncers came round and escorted Freddy out. That felt exhilarating. Freddy actually stood up for me.
I met up with Freddy outside and returned his shirt to him. He thanked me and got out a cigarette to smoke.
"You want some?" he offered.
Normally I wouldn't because I thought it was disgusting but fuck it. "Sure," I said. The first few drags were alright but then I started coughing after.
"I thought it was bang out of order what your friend did," Freddy said. There was still anger in him. Was he fuming from the punch he gave out or did the whole Tom thing really struck a nerve?
"It could just be nothing. It was my fault. I shouldn't have told him that I loved him," I said. That's something I left out when I was telling the story. Freddy turned in shock.
"You did?" he said.
"Stupid mistake," I shrugged.
"No, it's not," he said as he threw away his cigarette. He walked towards me and held his hands against my face. "Listen, Jamie. You're the most caring person I've ever met. Anyone would be so lucky to have you."
"Then why won't anyone love me?" I said trying hard to keep it together. "I feel so alone at school. Nobody knows I'm gay. They joke I am because I did drink a cup full of cum." I laughed. I don't think Freddy was aware of the story but I'd tell him another time. He laughed anyway. "I want to ask you. What was it like for you? Does it get any easier?"
Freddy fought hard to try and give a response. But I felt he was fighting back what he wanted to say.
"Hey loverboys," shouted his brunette friend from inside the club. "I spoke with the manager and they'll let you back in. Are you coming?"
"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand.
I took his hand and we both walked back in. I felt more confident that Freddy could begin to see more than a friend. I saw the look in his eyes. He really did see me like for the first time.
To be continued...
I did write a different ending to this story which leads to chapter 11 Jamie and Mr. B but I decided to cut it because it had no consequence to the main story.
But if you like Mr B, hot teacher having the hots for student then you can read it on http://www.tumblr.com/blog/jamieschooldays
I'll post the story on there. I might have to split it into different parts.
There's a lot more surprises for Jamie. I still can't wait to write the awesome sex scenes coming soon!
Keep reading.