Hello everyone. I've been looking forward to writing this chapter because it means a lot to me. It's a lot to do with self discovery and less with the sexual experience. You're going to be introduced to the last of the main characters and from now on there'll be a lot of hot sex interactions with some of the characters you've met.
You don't need to remember key parts in the previous chapters to understand this. It's a short story of itself. As I mentioned it really pays true to my life (obviously this is fictional).
Jamie's School Days
Chapter 06 - Jamie and the Stolen Kiss
Tom and I often play tennis together. It was a great way to vent off sexual frustration. I had a lot racking up on mind with Malachi and Connor in my head and the impending football qualifier match. Playing with Tom helped take my mind off life at school. He told me about how he made new friends in his new school. But still, we've never lost touch. We're still each other's best friend.
I tell Tom everything. I told him about the other night when I started using dildos and how it lessened my sexual desire to get fucked. He thought it sounded kinky. I didn't mind being open about to talk about it. But I did get a few stares at the court for talking so publicly.
'I'm telling you, man. I get an erection if a hot guy so much stares at me that's how bad I need to get laid,' I said as I swung at the tennis ball.
'You're not the only one, Jamie,' said Tom taking a swing. 'Every guy gets that. See, that woman over there is mighty fine and I'm thinking of doing her.'
'But you're not surrounded by them all the time. I shower with naked guys every day. Lucky I get too nervous to even have an erection cos there's so many people there. But what if it's just me and another guy in the shower, just us.'
'Well, tell him that you got hard thinking of something hot. If he's into you he'll make a move, if he's not he'll laugh it off,' advised Tom. He might be right. My thoughts had me thinking about getting hard in the shower and everyone was crowding around taking turns blowing me.
It then got me thinking about bukake in the shower, taking one for the team and sucking every boy off. I was too horny in the moment that I hit the ball too hard with my racket. The ball went off course and hit the back of some guy's head.
'I'm so sorry I hit you!' I cried out. He was wearing a cap and massaging his head.
I approached the guy to further apologise. He was rather tall and slim. When he looked into my eyes, I saw his beautiful turquoise eyes and smile. I must have further embarrassed myself for endlessly apologising.
'That's cool, man. Just watch your aim next time,' he said as he handed me the ball.
'I will. I've been playing for a while but I don't think I'll ever get the aim right,' I admitted.
'I'd say, he should get private tuition. I would but I have no patience with the guy,' said Tom.
'I'm not that bad,' I said.
'Well, I'm available if you need lessons. I'm a student and I could do with the extra cash,' the guy said.
My first initial reaction was that I thought he was cute and I wouldn't mind paying him to be my coach and someone I could have the excuse to stare at. It seemed harmless enough. The guy was out of my league. He's so beautiful that I wouldn't be surprised if he was a model. Come to think of it. He does look awfully familiar.
'I'd like that. You should coach me,' I said, offering my hand to shake.
'Cool, I'm Freddy,' he said, shaking my hand. He had a firm handshake. I could tell that he was sincere. He'd be someone I'd trust to be my coach.
'Jamie,' I replied.
We agreed that I would start training with him on the weekend. He gave me his number to set up a time to meet. He even suggested that I should 'friend' him so that it would be easier to chat. I thought he was incredibly handsome. I wanted to check out his pictures to see if he had appeared in any magazines.
But as I scrolled through his pictures I began to realise how I came to the theory that he resembled someone. How did I not know this? His hair would have given it away. He was wearing a cap when I met him, covering up his featured James Dean look. I not only knew who he was but I knew him intimately -- very intimately. Freddy is Jonno. Rather, Jonno is Freddy. The hot pornstar that I jacked off to was the student guy who offered to give me tennis lessons. My tennis instructor -- a porn star?
Their faces matched when I placed their photographs together. Scrolling through his profile pictures, I had a clear idea of what was underneath his clothes. I knew that he was quite lean and packed some muscle. His body was nothing extraordinary but I knew he had a great butt. His cock measured to 7.5 inches and 5 inches girth. He's done top scenes but he's more of a bottom. He once had two dicks in his ass and he even fucked twins. My favourite position of his was when he's on top of them and he's facing the camera sliding up and down his cock, his cock slapping against his chest.
I had to tell someone. I called Tom. I told him everything.
'Shit, I don't believe this,' he laughed.
'Seriously, he's the same guy,' I said. 'He looks a bit different, perhaps it's an old video of his.'
'Do you think he's actually gay?' said Tom. At first I thought he just looked like all the other straight guys. But if Freddy played for my team team then I may have a shot of scoring with the hot tennis player.
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It had been an intense session. I didn't immediately approach Freddy with what I found out. I wanted him to get to know me first. He might not have wanted to coach me if I told him. From what he told me, he was a third year studying something clever like Biochemistry. We had similar taste in film and music but he had a fascination for Asian film and anime. I showed my interest for them too. After, he invited me to watch some with him next time.
Freddy had been very friendly with me. If I weren't mistaken I think he was flirting with me. He said I had great quads and I told him I played football, mostly because of my ability to run fast but I was working on my dribbling. Freddy showed me how to always keep my legs busy to anticipate the ball. I felt I kept myself too busy imagining him naked under his tight white shirt and shorts. He was wearing a cap that I knew hid his definitive stylish hair. I just couldn't believe that Freddy was Jonno.
We were sweating buckets. The last 5 minutes had been intense. Freddy was an excellent teacher. We both played an equally skilled match striking the ball at each other back and forth. He might have gone easy on me but I wasn't going to let him beat him. It was like we were having raw passionate sex. As we each took a swing, we made heavy grunts and growls like animals in our natural state. Our muscles ached with exertion. When it was all over, I felt a great relief and gave out a big grin like I've just enjoyed a great fucking. But he clearly won this match. My shirt was sticking to me. I sweat loads. So I removed my shirt and flung it across my shoulder. I thought I saw Freddy checking me out when I unveiled my chest. He just gave me a wink.
'Good game, man,' Freddy said, coming over to hug me. I felt my naked chest against his shirt, our sweat embracing each other. He gave me a few pats on the back. 'You really were on fire that last match.'
'You're a good coach. Here's your twenty. You earned it,' I said handing out his fee.
'Cheers, man. Same time next week?' He asked.
'Yeah, sounds good to me. I enjoyed the game. You play really well,' I told him as he was putting away his racket.
'Thanks, man. I appreciate it,' he smiled.
'You're like a professional' I said.
'That's kind of you. But I'm hardly professional,' he laughed.
'How long have you been in the game?' I asked.
'Um, I've been coached by my dad since I was 7,' he said.
'And your other games? I must confess I'm a huge fan of your work,' I said.
Freddy looked at me confused.
'I have no other games. I just do tennis,' he said. He gave a shrug like he didn't understand what I meant. I was trying to deduce whether he might suspect what I suspect. I didn't want to offend him by implying I disapproved of his double life. I had to come clean.
'Look, I'm so sorry for coming at you like this,' I began to blurt out. 'But I'm struggling to make friends in my school and when I found out there was a chance that someone like you is like me, I just thought maybe you could help me deal what I'm going through.'
'Hey, slow down will you?' Freddy laughed. 'Someone like me. Someone like you. Help with what?'
'I'm gay. In case you didn't know. I would have told you if you just asked but I needed to tell you because I think you're like me,' I said.
'I'm like you exactly how?' he slowly said.
'Shit. I'm starting to doubt I confused you with the wrong person,' I said. 'I just thought you looked really familiar to this really hot guy called Jonno who I often have sex dreams about. But if it's not you then again -- like the hitting in the head incident -- I'm really, really sorry.'
'Oh that is me,' he laughed. 'I just wanted to be clear I understood completely. I got to be careful with what I say sometimes. People don't want to know that I have sex for money. But if people want to know, I tell them.'
Then I realised how much he was so like me.
'So are you really gay?' I asked.
'Definitely. But people don't realise. I don't want to be exclusive to guys. I like cocks but I also like women's attention. I also appreciate the fans.'
'Oh my God. You have no idea how much this means for me. I can't believe you're you. I love your videos. I think they're all hot. I could really do with having a gay friend.' I said. Boy, could I have NOT sounded more pathetic and desperate. But this was Jonno, we're talking about. Anyone would be weak in the knees and starstruck.
'I'll give you a call,' he said. 'What are you doing next week?'
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Could time not have gone any slower? I could not believe I was going on a date with Freddy/Jonno. Well, it's not that kind of date but he was going to sneak me into a gay club as a VIP, even though I was under age. I wanted to bring Tom with me for support but that would have been too gay for him to take.
Freddy came to pick me up at my house. I told my mum I would be sleeping over at Tom's and he would be covering for me. I knew that I was 16 and I think my mum would allow me to go out to town at night. But this was Flamingos Gay Club with a man I only met recently. There was no way my mum would have agreed to this.
I took it as a sign of growing up. I was ready to go on an adventure of self discovery -- a sex discovery.
When I saw how Freddy looked out of his sportswear, I was stunned. It was like an American vintage moment when the handsome greaser waited by his sports car. He was wearing a tank top shirt under a leather jacket and skin tight jeans. He looked sexy chewing gum. I felt too overdressed. I decided to go for a purple themed attire because it was my favourite and lucky colour. I somehow can pull it off. It made me look stylish and cool. Well in my opinion.
Flamingos was everything I could never have imagined. It wasn't exclusively a gay bar. A lot of 'fag hags' and straight couple still went. Most of them were university students. The toilets were all unisex which I actually enjoyed because it was a friendly place to chat and meet people.
I knew that Jonno was famous in the gay porn industry but I didn't know he was celebrity popular. Everyone in the club recognised him. He was a frequent guest at the club. I came as his plus one so he was excited to introduce me to all his student friends.
It was hard to remember the names to faces but they were definitely colourful names. I remembered names like 'Paprika, Amber, Charity and Sambuca'. Most of these names were drag queens and lesbians.
'I want you to look after, Jamie,' Freddy said. 'He's a really good friend of mine. He's fragile and he's a virgin.'
'Ooh, well in that case I'm adopting a Jamie!' Charity the black drag queen joked. All the others laughed and suddenly I received a lot of attention.
'Tell me, Jamie, are you top or bottom...in your class?' asked Amber the Asian transvestite.
'Well it depends what class because I really suck at Maths but I excel in English,' I answered.
Everyone laughed. I didn't quite get why but I just accepted every joke they were making and accepted their drinks.
It didn't take me long to get intoxicated. Most of the time, I had to sit on Charity's lap because he/she found me adorable.
I was terrible at dancing but somehow I found myself loose on the dance floor. The music they were playing to were cheesy pop anthems that expresses your inner queer. It felt great and liberating dancing with other gays. Everyone was friendly and you could go up and dance with anyone. Amber and Sambuca danced with me all night.
Sambuca was a punky, pink haired lesbian who was kissing every girl in the club, gay or straight. She'd just swoop in and kiss anyone she fancied. She had big balls for doing so.
Amber, the tiny blonde wigged Asian was rocking the floor with her impressive Beyonce moves, even in stilettos.
Then there was Freddy. He wasn't much of a dancer. He was approached by a lot of guys whom he'd flirt a little and whisper funny things into their ears. I must admit I felt a little jealous. After all, he kind of forgotten about me. But I was too joyous to let it get to me. I came here to meet more gays and I sure did.
I popped into the bathroom and saw there was a queue to use the cubicles. I felt a little tired so I leaned against the wall and just shut my eyes. I was thinking of Tom. I wished he was with me. He would have enjoyed the concept of a unisex toilet. That sort of thing would make him laugh. I thought about the boys in the team and tried to imagine if they would party here too. I'd hear them talking about crashing into Flamingos and bet how many gay guys would swoon over them and their big egos. Then I remembered Greek Boy, Malachi. I just imagined what it would be like kissing him strangely enough. I recalled our time in the tub together. I wanted to touch him again, to feel his legs against mine. Our feet gently massaging our growing bulges. My lips pressed gently against the fine thistle of his facial hair. Our tongues embracing. Our kiss stolen in time, let this moment linger for eternity.
I felt lips pressed to my lips. Blades of hair tickled my cheeks. A slithering tongue invaded my mouth. I allowed his kiss to happen -- just for a moment. But, I let my guard down only to discover upon opening my eyes to a bald overweight man with bad dental hygiene. I realised that I was robbed of my perfect first kiss.
I was angry. Furious. How could I have been foolish to give my kiss away to a repulsive man.
There was nowhere else to go but outside. I cried. Everything was ruined. I was a pathetic romantic to believe in that sentimental dribble.
I felt a hand against my shoulder. It was Freddy. Great, like he wants to have anything to do with a childish teenager.
'Would you tell me what's wrong?' he asked.
Anyone else would answer that they were fine and refuse to admit their feelings. I used to think they were fools and that in a subconscious level we actually crave for attention. I finally understood why.
So I told him why I was upset. How I had always dreamt of finding a perfect boy to be like any other couple, free to hold each other's hand without prejudice. I had been saving my first kiss for that boy. But now the kiss had been compromised.
'I'm sorry about what was taken from you, Jamie,' said Freddy. 'I remember my first kiss was with a girl in my class and we played 'truth or dare'. This girl had dare and she kissed me. I was hoping to kiss another boy in the circle. If I had landed on him I would have showed everyone my love for this boy.'
'So what happened?'
'My first kiss may have been unexpected. But my second was better. But that's life. I can't promise you that you'll find romance. But I believe that romance will find you.'
'Why is that?' I asked.
With that Freddy kissed me. It lasted like half a second but it lingered for awhile.
'I believe in second kisses,' said Freddy.
If I wasn't in love with him before -- I am now.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What's going to happen next? Well, writing up a really short Jamie's Lost Cums for you now. Available soon after this is published.
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