A Taste of America in London
Chapter 2
This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two consenting, yet under 18 year old people set in a secondary school. If that offends you, I apologise and ask that you do not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy.
For those of you who don't know Greenwich, it's a leafy suburb of London, with a very large park, old town, a famous old clipping ship called 'The Cutty Sark', and it's the birthplace of the British Navy and also the birthplace of time, as far as GMT and the time zones go, anyway.
The street I live in is a cul-de-sac and consists of 8 homes. It's not a private road or anything like that, but sometimes you wouldn't know that since living on this street can be akin to living with the Brady bunch. Every household is the best of friends with all the other households. My parents moved in to their house a year before I came along. One of the other residents of the cul-de-sac is Simeon Taylor - my best and oldest friend. Simeon lives with his mother in the house directly opposite mine. His father was in the army and was killed in action shortly after he was born - so they never really knew each other. His mother Rose and my mum became friends when my parents moved in to the street. The Taylors already lived there and we've lived together through the good times and the bad, almost like one family sometimes. It was quite common for Sim or me to stay at either house whenever the feeling took us, and as such we both had sets of clothes and uniforms in each others house. We went to nursery together, then primary school, so it was kind of a forgone conclusion that we would go to the same secondary school.
4 years ago we both started at St Christopher's. St Christopher's was a semi- private catholic school. Neither Sim nor I were born catholic, but it had the best exam results in the borough and so our parents had been grooming us to go there since forever. As far as religion goes, I don't really understand it. It's a compulsory subject that everyone has to study and I find it quite interesting, I'm just not sure whether I believe it or not. Not only is St Christopher's a catholic school, it's also a boy's school, i.e. no girls!!!! Pure heaven for me, bearing in mind the gender I've taken a fancy too, but it often feels like there is often too much testosterone going around with so many boys rammed in together. The only time girls come into the school is when you hit sixth form, when it becomes mixed with our sister school, Lady of the Cross - which happens to be where my sister Carlotta goes, and also most of my female friends.
As I was leaving the house, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and text Sim, telling him that I was outside. About a minute later he came out his front door, face stuffed with toast, shirt half undone and schoolbag thrown over his shoulder. He wandered across the road, and in typical Sim greeting, punched me on the arm, "Morning, sausage!" Sim has called me Sausage for years since our parents once remarked that when I was learning to talk I used to call him Sausage because I couldn't say Simeon. "Fuck! You dick that fucking hurt!" I said as I rubbed my now dead arm, which encouraged him to start laughing, "Oh shut up you big girl". With that short exchange we set off walking down the street.
I guess now would be a good time to describe Sim. He's 4 months older than me, but looks much older. I never met his dad, but he must have been a very hot, manly guy as Sim definitely has good genes. At 16 he's just shy of 6 foot, and probably 80kg. With not an inch of fat on him, he's a typical athlete, captain of the school football team, cricket team, hockey team, and so incredibly fit and toned. Everyone knows Sim because of his athleticism. Everyone likes him, and no one has a bad word to say about him. He has short clippered black hair, which he keeps short as a kind of dedication to his dad. He has quite pale skin which really makes what hair he does have, have a big impact. He had started shaving this summer break, and had the beginnings of what I imagine will be a layer of hair across his defined chest. Having spent so much time together, and stayed at each others house so much, I've seen him in the noddy plenty of times. He's got a good 5/6 inches of uncut dick between his legs (when soft), and a nice amount of dark pubic hair going on. I've seen him hard too, and he has nothing to complain about, I can see why he's popular with the girls. He has the treasure trail. And he also has a firm, built ass - a feature I couldn't get enough of looking at... well that and his smoking brown eyes. Sim is usually wearing some form of athletic gear, and so when he wears normal clothes such as the school uniform, he always looks slightly odd and out of place. Like a man wearing a school uniform - although to be honest, the way the school trousers hug his ass, makes me find him hotter than ever, sometimes it feels like a real chore to steal my eyes away from that bum.
Sim's straight, as straight as can be. I think the reason he's not fussed about being naked around me is because he is so confident with his sexuality. He's had several girlfriends, and always gets as much attention as he could possibly want from the girls at the girl's school. At the moment he's going out with a girl called Emily who's in the year above us at school - as such she'll be allowed into our school this year as she's in the sixth form. Emily and Sim have been going out for about 4 weeks, having got together in the school holidays, whilst I was on holiday with my family. Don't get me wrong, I like Emily, she's nice and pretty good looking, although she seems to have an issue being around younger people, which I find ridiculous since she's dating one of us.
Sim and I usually walked the 40 minutes to school unless the weather was particularly bad in which case we got the bus. It being September, the weather was still pretty hot and so we decided to walk, largely across Greenwich Park, which gave Sim the chance to get his football out of his bag and kick it across the grass as we walked. On the way to school we talked about what our school schedule might be like. We were in a few classes together, but not many. After the first year, the school had become aware of the fact that when Sim and I were in the same class, we spent a lot of time talking and not studying, so in order to rectify that, they had split us up as much as they could. The only subjects we were together in were Maths, History, Media studies and IT. We'd had to choose which subjects we wanted to take exams in and whilst I had gone for English and Science, Sim had opted for Games and Games. He was obsessed with playing sports of any time - thank god he wasn't so big on watching other people play them, as I can't think of anything worse than watching football on TV or anything else.
As we got closer to school Sim turned the conversation to talk about my plan for the year. "So this is the big year for you, sausage? You still planning to diddle some dick this year?"
I sniggered, "Not sure I'm necessarily gonna get that far, but I'm not gonna keep trying trying to prove to everyone I'm straight. I'm not gonna come out or anything, but never know, hopefully I might get some action". This had him laughing
"Dude, you actually want to choke on some cock... Whatever gets you off!"
I rolled my eyes and replied, "Yeah Sim, that's exactly what I want!" and then grabbing his crotch, I said "And since this little maggot isn't on the menu, I'll be looking for a real man" Sim started laughing and putting his hand over mine on his dick to hold it in place, and said jokingly,
"There's nothing small about my fella, and you know it. You'd love to get to feel this without the trousers". Sim was definitely comfortable around me now, and for that I loved him even more. It would have been pure torture to have to pretend to be straight with him. I laughed and pulled my hand away. I didn't actually want to, I was enjoying the heat coming from his cock, even whilst soft - he's right, I'd love to feel it without his trousers in the way.
"I've told you before... I'm an ass man!"
"Haha, you said it. I've got your back Sausage, but don't go looking for trouble. I can't afford to get kicked off any teams for fighting to save you when you're a damsel in distress!".
I briefly put my arm around his shoulders and said "Thanks Sim, I know and I appreciate it.".
When we eventually got to the school gate, we could see other boys walking through the entrance. There appeared to be loads of really small kids running through the gate, but I guess that's just the new first years. As I was getting older, they seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.
Sim stopped by the lower playground (where only the first years were allowed). A bunch of the New Year's kids, who probably didn't know each other from Adam, were playing a small football game and Sim was just staring at them. I tried to drag him on,
"Come on Sim, let's go catch up with the others".
Without taking his eyes off the game, he said, "Go ahead, I'm just checking out the fresh pickings to see if there's anyone good enough for the team."
Sim was very dedicated his role of captain of all the different school teams and I knew that he would be dominated by the restructuring of the teams for the next few weeks, especially since several of the best players in the team had left last year when they had gone on to college.
You don't really get the cliques in British secondary schools that you see in the all the American TV shows. Yeah you have the geeks and the sporty kids, but they weren't really segregated into groups. Not everyone talked to everyone, but you didn't get the feeling of gang rivalry as such. The only group that didn't seem to exist was gay people. I don't think I've ever come across another gay boy in the school, well not knowingly anyway. I'm sure there must be some - in a school of about 1000 pupils there had to be, I decided I was going to make a concerted effort to see if I could work out who else may share my predilection this year. Catholic schools with their religious overtones can be very suffocating places, and not particularly welcoming places to come out, I imagine. That's why I definitely wasn't going to be telling everyone my secret; I was still trying to decide who, if anybody else I would tell.
I walked around the school gym and entered the upper school yard, where the other 4 years worth of students spent breaks. My usual bunch of mates and I always hung around the steps at the bottom corner, so walking that way I saw that the rest of our group were there. The group I hang around with is a bit eclectic. There's Sim the athlete; Rory the rich kid, Sean the smart ass comedian, Barney the quiet but deep thinker and Kev the geek. As I joined them the conversation turned to the usual first day back at school chat and when asked where he was, I had to explain that Sim was off playing with the first years. Everyone knew that Sim was completely dedicated to his team, so they all kind of raised their eyebrows and Kev said, "That time of year again! - means he'll be running tryouts for the next few weeks". Shaking my head gently and rolling my eyes in agreement. As we were talking about him, we were joined by Sim, who greeted everyone with the punch to the arm. I'd seen all of the guys several times over the holiday and so there wasn't much they had been up to that we weren't all aware off. The conversation quickly turned to timetables for the year - I was in different classes with all of the guys at some point, we were all just eager to find out what subjects we would have on what days, and find out whether we had any free periods - which were always in hot demand in our school as it meant you had a good hour off, or if it was at the end of the day you could go home an hour early. Likewise if your free period was first thing in the morning, you got to start an hour later, and get a bit of a lie in.
I shared a form class with Barney, who reminded us all that Mr Morpeth, mine and his form tutor for the last 4 years retired last year, and there was great debate about who would replace him. "It better not be Mr Coates" Barney said, "He's a complete wanker" "Oh Jesus - I fucking hope not!" I said. Just as we were talking about it the school bell went. This was the warning to students that they had 5 minutes to get to class.
"I guess you boys are about to find out" said Rory as we all swung our bags on to our shoulders and started joining the ambling masses of boys walking through the yard and into the school building.
As we all split up to go to our particular form rooms, we all said goodbye to each other and agreed to catch up over lunch.
I followed Barney through the main school entrance, and as I walked through the door, that smell of marker pens, and sweat flooded my nostrils. I was back...