Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Five
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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Five
Stephen Michaels sat in his idling black cab on Portland Street and sighed in boredom. It was barely ten o'clock, which meant that there were almost no fares to be had. Things would pick up at kicking out time, but until then he would have to hover around the Britannia Hotel where a Prom was taking place. There was sure to be a fare there.
Two excited young boys were flagging Stephen down, hand in hand and looking a little flushed. The smaller of the two was clinging to the other who frequently dotted his face with swift, light kisses.
As Stephen pulled up, the two jumped into the back seat. The taller boy said "132 Mauldeth West. There's tip in it if you hurry." He looked to his boyfriend and said "My parents are at a spa until tomorrow. They think I'm staying at Darren's."
Stephen smiled to himself. It had been nearly eight years since he had had to lie to his parent's to sneak a boy into his bed. It was good to know the next generation were up to the same mischief.
The two boys couldn't keep their hands off each other. They kissed, cuddled, and rubbed until Stephen was having difficulty focusing on driving. He had to keep reminding himself to keep his hands on the wheel and not on his crotch.
Rather reluctantly, Stephen turned onto Mauldeth Road West and stopped outside number 132. He pulled on the handbrake before rearranging his cock.
The boys didn't seem to have noticed that their journey was at an end and Stephen was more than a little unwilling to bring their attention to the fact. His conscience won out, however, and he cleared his throat. "That'll be twenty one pounds please."
The taller boy extracted his tongue from his boyfriend's mouth, handed Stephen two twenty pound notes and gave him a little wink before jumping out of the cab.
Stephen tucked the money away, put the cab in gear, and drove. He pulled into an alley four streets away. He turned off the car, checked around himself to be sure he was alone, unzipped his fly and took hold of his dick.
He pulled back his foreskin and stared at the head, a string of pre-cum running from the slit to the edge of his helmet. He started to work the shaft, gripping tightly and throwing his head back in the enjoyment of it. He pictured the two boys he had just dropped off. He could distinctly remember the sound of their lips smacking against each other.
His breathing became ragged and he was moaning loudly. He shoved his other hand into his jeans and started to play with his balls. He didn't last very much longer.
"Aah, fuck, aah!" He let off four volleys of cum. The first hit his lip. The second hit the windshield. The third landed on his shirt and the fourth, more of a dribble than a shot, trickled down over his hand which was still clamped around his throbbing cock.
He licked his lip, sampling the cum that had landed there. His breathing returned to normal and he started to clean up. He used kleenex for the window and his shirt. Before he cleaned his hand, he took another quick taste.
He started the cab, revved the engine and smiled contentedly before driving back to the Britannia Hotel. Maybe there was another fun fare to be had there.
Shane was pointing his front door key at the lock and watching his hand vibrate so badly that he couldn't make the connection.
After a few seconds, Jamie simply took the key from him, inserted it in the lock and turned. He gave Shane a knowing look and said "If this is an indication of your aim, it doesn't bode well for tonight."
"Maybe I should catch up on the booze front."
Jamie smiled. "I'll go and hang up my tux in your room. You go get tipsy."
"First door on the left," was about all Shane could muster. Jamie pulled him in for a kiss before disappearing upstairs. Shane rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Rosé wine.
Promising himself he would replace it before his mother noticed it was gone, he pulled the cork with his teeth and started to drink.
Jamie was upstairs for nearly ten minutes, during which time Shane managed two things. He nearly finished the wine and he scared himself half to death over thinking the evening's entertainment.
Although he had engaged in sexual acts before, he had not yet lost his virginity, and Shane had a very strong suspicion that that was what Jamie had planned.
He had had no reason to suspect that tonight would go this way. When Jenny had asked him to the Prom, it had seemed like the best solution to a horrible situation and he had had every intention of letting it go at that.
The KY jelly in his bedside table begged to differ. He had popped into the pharmacy for his mother's prescription and found himself staring at the 'Sexual Health' counter. Before he realised he was doing it, he had bought condoms and lube.
He chugged the last of the bottle and tried to steady himself as he heard Jamie's soft footfalls on the stairs.
Jamie appeared in the doorway just as Shane was dumping the bottle in the recycling. He spun on the spot to show himself off, his black hair spinning out around him. All he was wearing was a cute little pair of boxers, tight enough to show off his cute little bum.
Shane looked at the boy and drank in every detail. His hairless little chest with nipples the size of a penny. The beginnings of a faint four pack, and strangely, a bald spot on his right thigh.
Jamie must have noticed him staring. "How else do you smuggle booze into a Prom?"
Shane didn't say anything. He simply crossed the room to Jamie, dropped to his knees and kissed the shaved patch. He moved up slowly, never taking his lips from Jamie's body, until his face was pressed into Jamie's cock. He massaged it with his nose and mouth through the material of Jamie's shorts.
Jamie's dick was beginning to respond to Shane's ministrations when Jamie dropped to his own knees and took Shane's face in his hands. "We have all night." He kissed Shane. "Open another bottle. I'll put on some music." He disappeared into lounge.
Shane nervously poured two glasses of white wine as Meatloaf began to sing 'I would do anything for love.' Shane stifled a laugh at Jamie's choice of music.
He was about to follow Jamie when he decided to follow his example instead. He stripped down to his boxers leaving his tux in a pile by the washer. His mother would probably scream if she knew he had done that, but Shane had other concerns at the moment.
He took the two glasses into the lounge where he found Jamie lying on the shag pile rug, one arm supporting his head.
"Hi," said Jamie.
"Hi," said Shane. He could feel the foolish grin spread across his face. He didn't care. All he could see was the love in Jamie's perfect blue eyes.
Shane lay down next to Jamie and handed him his drink. They clinked and drank. Shane released a shaky breath.
"Nervous?" asked Jamie. Shane nodded. "Me too. That's why we're going slow." He took Shane's glass from him and placed it with his own a few feet away. He moved himself closer into Shane and lay flat before pulling Shane on top of himself.
They started to kiss. They writhed against each other. Their hands sought out every part of each other's bodies. Shane thought he was going to cum without Jamie ever having touched him.
Shane suddenly stopped, his heart pounding for a new reason. His father's voice played across his mind; the look on his face whenever he talked about his 'Fucking Fairy' brother. When Uncle Tom had come out after a twenty year marriage, Shane's father had reacted with more hate than Shane had ever seen.
He beat Tom to within an inch of his life and told him he never wanted to see him again. The names he had called Tom now felt like they were directed at Shane, and it stilled his passion for Jamie.
There was no good to come of this. If he stopped, it would mean a life of lies. If he continued, he would lose his family.
During Shane's contemplations, Jamie had been gently nuzzling his neck. Now he looked into Shane's eyes and said "I love you. I know it's seriously, ridiculously soon, but I do."
Shane's reverie shattered as he realised the choice was clear. "I love you too."
Jamie rose and offered his hand to Shane.
"I thought we were going slow."
"I changed my mind."
Shane quickly wiped his sweaty palm on the rug and took Jamie's hand. Jamie led him to the bedroom without another word.
Upon entering the bedroom, Shane took a moment to thank his father for installing a dimmer switch as he dimmed the lights to half capacity. He then took another moment to appreciate the irony of thanking his homophobic father giving him 'Mood Lighting' for what he was about to do.
Jamie lay on the bed, the quilt pulled away, and shed his underwear. His cock smacked his stomach when it was released from its cotton prison, and Jamie let out his own giggle. Shane loved that sound, it was Jamie's and nobody else's. He silently hoped he would be hearing it for many years to come.
Shane dropped his own shorts and knelt in front of Jamie on the bed. He reached into his bedside table and took out his supplies from the pharmacy. He looked at them and, realising the lack of subtlety with which he had done this, he halted.
"Jamie, are you sure about this? We haven't even talked about it."
Jamie pulled Shane down for a kiss. When they broke apart, he looked right into Shane's eyes and said "I love you. That's enough talking."
Jamie surprised Shane then. Given his slight frame, he displayed remarkable strength by flipping Shane onto his back and straddling him. He brought his face right down to Shane's, gave him another quick kiss before taking the KY from his hand.
Shane lay back and watched. Jamie flipped the cap off the KY. He took Shane's throbbing cock and slathered it with the gel.
"Wait; condom," said Shane.
"When were you last tested?" asked Jamie.
"Last week. All negative."
"And have you done anything since?"
"No."
"Then we can forego the condom, since you're my first and only."
Jamie finished applying the lube and got into position. Shane was happy to lie there and watch Jamie use him as an instrument for his own pleasure. He lay back and watched Jamie lower himself onto his cock. As Shane's head broached Jamie's warm, tight pucker he let out an audible gasp. Jamie froze in place with just an inch or so of Shane's cock within him.
Shane was about to suggest that they drop the whole endeavour, seeing the pain on Jamie's face, but the words stalled in his throat when Jamie's exhaled slowly and dropped another inch, sending a bolt of lightening through Shane's body. A few more deep breaths and Jamie was resting comfortably on Shane's pelvis. He didn't move for a while; he sat there, breathing deeply while he became accustomed to the feel of the invader. In the meantime Shane slowly and gently stroked Jamie's cock, feeling the pre-cum leaking. He took a drop and sampled it, feeling his cock twitch at the taste; a twitch that Jamie clearly felt.
"Are you okay?" said Shane, genuinely concerned for the boy he loved.
Jamie nodded, his eyes still closed. Slowly and softly, Jamie started to ride Shane, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through Shane's body. Comfortable at last, he started to move faster and faster, his eyes still closed and a beatific smile on his face.
Shane was in heaven. Jamie had one hand twisted around his back which he was using to play with Shane's balls. He looked like he was concentrating very hard. A moment or two later, he gasped.
Shane was bewildered. "What?"
"Prostate. The pleasure button for boys," he said with a cheeky smile. He resumed his riding, each time he moved moaning a little. His pre-cum was becoming more and more voluminous, and he was getting louder, which served only to increase Shane's pleasure.
Before long, Shane could feel the endgame approaching. His toes were curling and he clutched at the bedding. Wrapped up in his own excitement, he was startled when he heard Jamie cry out. He shot five creamy strands across Shane's face and chest. The combination of the tightening around Shane's cock, the feel of Jamie's cum hitting his chest, and the sound of Jamie almost screaming in pleasure was too much for Shane and he gave into his own orgasm. He almost sang as he filled Jamie with shot after shot of his own creamy load.
The two didn't move. They stayed in position, breathing heavily as Shane's cock went softer and softer until it simply slid out of Jamie. Jamie practically fell forward. His cum still on Shane's chest, the two made out for a while.
"That was fantastic." Jamie breathed the words into Shane's ear, eliciting another twitch from his cock.
Shane chuckled. "I whole heartedly concur." Shane took a finger of Jamie's cum from his chest, placed it on his tongue and stuck his tongue in Jamie's mouth before he reached for a clean t-shirt and wiped both clean.
They fell to sleep holding each other, a huge smile on each of their faces.
Jamie was confused. He was half asleep and his mind was still foggy, but he was almost convinced that a panicked looking middle aged woman was desperately shaking him saying 'Get up! Please get up!'
As the haze of sleep began to lift, Jamie became certain that this was the case, and also that he was completely naked.
"Please wake up! My husband is coming!"
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Get in the wardrobe!" She was dragging him out of bed, away from the comfort of Shane's arms. Just as the wardrobe door was closing, with Jamie on the wrong side of it, Shane stirred.
Sitting in the base of the wardrobe, Jamie could think at last. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The woman who woke him must have been Shane's mother, who had now adopted a softer tone and was speaking to her son.
"Shane, dear. How was your night?" She sounded stilted, like she was acting in a low budget film.
Shane sounded nervous and blustered for a moment or two. "Uh, it was, um, fine. What are you doing here?"
Jamie heard the bedroom door go again. "Morning son," said a male voice, presumably Shane's father. "Is that your RENTED tuxedo on the floor in the kitchen?" He sounded angry. Jamie found that he was holding his breath, and that a hanger was digging into his bum cheek.
"Oh. Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"No, you weren't. And what about those two half glasses of wine on the floor in the lounge? Right next to our very expensive rug."
"I, uh. I kind of invited Jenny round for a bit." Jamie winced at that. He would have to punish Shane for it later.
"Jenny...Is she the blonde?" Mr Carter sounded slightly less angry and a little more proud. Jamie didn't understand why. She wasn't exactly a stunner and those buck-teeth made her look like a beaver. Jamie silently admonished himself for being mean about Jenny and continued to listen.
"Yeah, she's the blonde. Guys, what are you doing back? I thought you weren't back until six."
"Your father has to go into work; some big emergency but he needed to get some files from the study first."
"I'm going now, though. If there's any damage to that tux, you're going to pay Mister Silvestri yourself." Jamie mused at the coincidence that Shane also used Mister Silvestri's store.
"Yes, dad." Jamie heard footsteps going down the stairs. The front door opened and closed, and Shane's mother breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Shane, why don't you offer your naked friend some clothes while I make him some breakfast." Jamie put his head in his hands. He was mortified. He heard Shane's mother leave before Shane opened the door.
"Don't be embarrassed. She was cool with it; she's seen me naked before now."
Jamie spoke through his hands.
"Okay, I didn't understand that," said Shane, his voice betraying the smile on his face. "Go and shower, and I'll find some clothes for you to wear; unless you want to eat breakfast in your tux." He pulled Jamie to his feet and kissed him.
Jamie pulled away. "Ew, morning breath."
Shane reached down, grabbed Jamie's cock and said "Mmm, morning wood." Jamie slapped his hand away playfully. Shane laughed. "Shower's to the left. Towels are in the cupboard next to it. There's a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet."
"You're such a good host. However will I repay your kindness?" Jamie threw a sultry look at Shane.
"You can go and shower before my mother starts to wonder what we're doing up here."
After Jamie had showered, he returned to Shane's room to find a pile of clothes on the bed. All of them were bound to be a little big for him, but it looked like Shane had found the oldest, and therefore smallest, clothes he had. He slid into the jeans, black t-shirt and Scooby-Doo socks and made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He hadn't really paid any attention to the room the night before, being singularly focused on his boyfriend, but now he was scanning the decor. It was very contemporary. Stainless steel appliances with a distinct art deco feel. Jamie approved mentally. Then he saw Shane and his mother sitting at the dining room table. The were holding hands on the table, and it appeared there had been a rather emotional talk preceding Jamie's entrance.
Jamie hadn't anticipated 'meeting the parent' so soon. His heart was in his mouth as he sat down opposite Shane; his mother at the head of the table.
"Jamie dear, would you like some bacon?" Jamie nodded, his mouth bone dry. She scooped four pieces onto his plate, followed by an egg and offered him a plate of toast, which he declined. Jamie picked up a cup of orange juice and took a long drink. "So," she said like she was discussing the weather. "How long have you been sleeping with my son?"
Jamie nearly died. He choked on the orange juice and coughed profusely over the sound of both Shane and his mother chuckling.
"It's okay dear. I've always had my suspicions about Shane. Finding you naked was a bit of a surprise, but it did answer the question I've been asking myself for several years."
Jamie finally recovered, although his face burned bright red for a long time after. Jamie looked at the Carters and noticed that Shane and Shane and his mother had the same eyes. Mrs Carter was a little shorter than Shane, but still taller than Jamie. She had the look of a woman who took care of herself, taking pride in her appearance.
"I'm Diane, by the way." She held out her other hand which Jamie took briefly.
"I'm sorry about the, uh, compromising position you found us in this morning," Jamie said into his breakfast, his shoulders hunched.
"Oh, calm yourself dear," she said, waving her hand to dismiss his apology. "You're not exactly the first people in the world to have had sex! Nor the first to be caught at it! Heavens, if I counted the number of times that Gerry and I..."
"Mum! Please! At least wait until I'm out of he room!" He rose and came round the table to Jamie. "I'm going to shower." He kissed Jamie and left. Jamie felt awkward kissing Shane in front of his mum. Then, left alone with Shane's mother, Jamie began to feel even moreso.
"Jamie dear, you don't have to worry about me. I love my son, and I'll love anyone who loves him." Jamie smiled at this. "I've already told Shane that I'll cover for you two whenever possible, but you have to know that it is incredibly important that Shane's father does not find out about the two of you." Her green eyes showed her concern.
Jamie gulped.
"This is not an assumption; you must understand that. I broached the subject with Gerry a while back, when I first started to suspect that Shane might wish to spend his life with another boy. My husband was very clear in his language. Frankly, what he said doesn't bear repeating."
Jamie could feel his heart breaking before he even spoke the words. "Then it would be irresponsible for us to date. We're talking about his family or me! I can't rip him from his family!" On some level he knew that he was being silly, but he was upsetting himself. He couldn't bear the idea of destroying Shane's family just so that he could have a boyfriend.
Suddenly arms were around him. The soft fragrance of lavender filled his nostrils as a gentle, distinctly motherly embrace enveloped him.
"I think you've missed something dear. My Shane loves you. It's clear when he looks at you. I'm happy to lie to my husband so that you and my son can be very happy together."
"How can you be okay with something like that?" asked Jamie, a sob escaping his lips.
"I'm a mother, silly. It's what we do!"
For mothers, everywhere. Where would we be without you? *********************************************************************
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