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Jonathan 22 April 2009
It was several days later when James eventually made a first move. "What are you doing on Saturday evening?" he asked, as they were having a brief chat in the storeroom. "Nothing in particular. Why?" "There's a good movie on that I want to see. Wondered if you'd like to come." "What is it?" "'The Damned United'" "What's it about?" "Brian Clough's forty four days as manager of Leeds United." "I'm really a Rugby man. But I'm up for it. There's certainly a lot of talk about it."
They discussed the film briefly. They then fixed details of where and when they would meet. When Jonathan got back to Whitgest he told Malcolm what had happened. "Best of luck, Jon. Nothing ventured, nothing won." Jonathan also Emailed Kevin and told him what had happened. "Are you going to try and seduce him, or see if he tries to seduce you?" was the main part of Kevin's reply, apart from a request for a full account of the evening. *** Jonathan drove over to Stevenage and met James at the pre-arranged time and place. Both looked rather different out of their working clothes. Both had spent some time considering what to wear. They were both equally casually dressed, and each breathed an inward sigh of relief when he saw the one. The cinema was only about half full, and James led the way to a part where there were few people sitting. There were aisles at both side, and they sat in the middle of the row, with Jonathan seated on James' right. It was about twenty minutes into the film that Jonathan became aware that James' leg was touching his. It must have been a very gradual contact as Jonathan was not aware of when it began. He just let his own leg remain where it was. After several minutes there was a very slight increase of pressure. Jonathan remained still. Then he felt James flex the muscles in his leg, it was not a strong movement. Jonathan adjusted his seating position, so James would have felt the movement, but his leg remained stationary. There was a more definite movement from James, to which Jonathan responded by a definite movement of his leg, but without breaking contact. There was some lengthy intervals when nothing was happening, when the only significant thing was that the legs remained in contact. Jonathan found the whole thing rather amusing, and it took his mind away from the film. Then James made a much more definite move. He rubbed his leg up against Jonathan for an inch or two and back again. Jonathan did the same. In the semi darkness they looked at each other and grinned. Both knew exactly what was happening. This game of footsie, or should it be called legsie, went on for quite a while. James again made a move, placing his right hand on his right thigh, which was very close to Jonathan's leg. After a short while Jonathan placed his left hand on his left thigh, less than an inch away from James' hand. Almost immediately Jonathan felt James' finger stroke his hand. Jonathan replied by doing the same in return. That was as far as they went that evening in the cinema. It was not very much, but it established that both of them were interested in male to male contact. "I'm feeling hungry," said Jonathan when they came out of the multi-screen cinema. "So am I. Fish and chips?" asked James. "Good idea. Where? You know your way around here. How do we get to the chippie? Foot or in cars?" "I'm on foot anyway. So let me guide you in your car." They got into Jonathan's car and James directed the way to the fish and chip shop. It was the usual British fish and chip shop. The windows steamed up as it was a cold night. Inside there was a counter with the potatoes and pieces of fish frying in the fat. There were two small tables for those who wanted to eat inside; but most of the customers would be wanting to take the food away, either to eat at home watching the television, or as they walked somewhere along the street. In the old days the fish and chips would have been wrapped in newspaper, but in these modern Health and Safety days newsprint was reckoned to be a health hazard, though previous generations of Brits did not seem to have suffered much harm. "Haddock and chips twice," ordered James. Immediately the fish and the chips were removed from the fryers, wrapped in clean new greaseproof paper, and placed on the counter. James paid for them. "Where shall we eat them?" James asked.
"Not enough privacy in here, and it's cold outside. Let's eat them in the car. Even though the car will stink of fish and chips for several days." They got into the car, and started eating. There was silence for a while. Neither knew how to open the conversation, though both of them knew what they needed to talk about. After one false start when both started talking at the same time, it was Jonathan who opened the conversation. "So we both like the same thing." "Seems so. I thought you did from the first day you started work at Pridhams." "The good old gaydar at work?" "Not always accurate. I never completely trust my feelings." Jonathan laughed. "Where do we go from here?" "I'm afraid I can't ask you back to my place, as I live with my folks, as you know." "And I'm over in Whitgest with my grandfather, so that's ruled out." "It bloody cold outside, and there are restrictions in a car." "Certainly here, stuck outside a chippie." "Let's go somewhere quieter, and away from things. Get the car as warm as possible, then we can at least talk, and ..." "And what? A little further exploration?" added Jonathan with a laugh. "Do you know somewhere?" James thought for a moment. "Yes, not too far out of town. I'll direct you." They finished eating their fish and chips, and then had to wipe the grease off their fingers. Handkerchiefs were extracted from trouser pockets, and fingers wiped. It took just ten minutes and they had drawn off a minor road out in the country, and as the car heater had been full on since leaving the chippie it was quite hot inside the car. "Few people come along here, as far as I know" said James. They turned towards each other, and there was just enough light to see the smile on each other's face. James reached across and put his hand on Jonathan's thigh. "Hope I've got all the fat off my hand. Don't want you to go back to your grandfather with a greasy mark in your crotch." Jonathan nearly told James that his grandfather would laugh if he knew the reason. "Don't worry, these jeans will be in the wash." He put his hands on James thigh. Slowly, as so often depicted in a film their heads moved together and they exchanged a kiss. "You like kissing, then Jon?" "Yes, and I'm glad you do too." Their next kiss was much more passionate and long lasting. James broke away, and his hand squeezed Jonathan's cock, and felt for the zip and began to pull it down. Jonathan assisted by undoing the belt that was on his jeans, and then the button above the zip. James was able immediately able to pull the zip fully down, and his hand made its way in. "What shall I find in here?" "What are your expecting, an adder?" "At least a one-eyed trouser snake." They both laughed, but by then James' fingers were touching Jonathan's hard cock. "Nicely hard. And big too." James managed to extract Jonathan's cock through the opening in his boxers. "Very nice." He leant further, and in spite of the steering wheel making it a confined space, he took the head of the cock into his mouth. There was a sharp intake of breath from Jonathan. "That's nice." Jonathan ran his hands over James' head, and fondled the lobes of his ears. James sucked gently and slowly for several minutes. "Now let me discover what you have on offer." James assisted Jonathan in getting his zip down. "What commando? No pants?" "No; I was once a Boy Scout and in these matters I believe in being prepared," said James. [Be prepared – motto of Boy Scouts] Soon his cock was to be seen in the dim light. Jonathan leant over, lowered his head and sucked; but with one hand he reached into the jeans and gently stroked James's balls. "That's nice. Wish we could do it all properly." "Cars are not the easiest of places for this activity. We'll have to find somewhere were we can spend time and be comfortable." "All stripped off, and with at least two if not three hours available." Jonathan continued to suck. "If you keep on I'm going to cum, Jon." Jonathan extracted his hand, gave a thumbs up sign, and continued to suck. James' breathing became heavier. No words were needed, Jonathan was fully aware of the approaching climax. With a cry James tensed his body, and Jonathan's mouth was filled with cum as James downloaded the product of his balls into Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan's sucking became more gentle, simply holding his mouth over the head of James' cock. When he felt it was completely over, and James' cock began to go limp in his mouth, he sat up, and gave James a long passionate kiss. "Thanks Jon. That was good, one of the best. See you've done that before, you're a real expert. But now it's my turn to give you a blowjob." James repeated what Jonathan had done, but he had to extract Jonathan's cock from his boxer shorts. Soon there were two very satisfied young men in the car. "It's beginning to feel cold, isn't it?" said Jonathan. "Let me drive you home." "You can come in for a coffee, and meet my folks." Jonathan thought this showed a sign of approval and confidence. James directed the way back to his home. It did not take them long to get back to James' home. It was a typical, rather small three bedroomed semi, built after WW2 when the rather sleepy town of Stevenage was made one of the first satellite towns of London. James led the way round to the back, and in through the kitchen. He called out as he came in, and ushered Jonathan the way into the back room where his parents and younger sister were watching the television. "I've brought Jonathan back for a cup of coffee before he goes back to Whitgest," he announced. "Jonathan meet my Mum and Dad, and sister Karen." Their arrival caused a certain amount of fluster in the room. James' parents knew that Jonathan was a Pridham, the son and heir of the owner of the firm. "I'll make some coffee," said James' mother, trying to make herself more tidy without calling attention to the fact that she was not looking as she would wish. Equally embarrassed was James' father who stood up and offered his hand to Jonathan. They all sat down again, as James' mother went out to make some coffee. There was an awkward silence until Jonathan noticed a copy of Wisden on the bookshelf. [Wisden is the name of a book published each year giving a mass of information and statistics about the game of cricket] "Who's interested in cricket? I see a copy of Wisden on the shelf." "I am," said James' father. "Years ago I used to play, now I just follow and watch whenever I can. Usually manage a day at the Lords and Oval Tests each year." [Lords and Oval are the two main cricket grounds in London, where International or Test Matches are played] "My grandfather and a friend always follow the Test matches eagerly." "Do you play?" The relationship between Jonathan and James' father was now made. They discussed cricket, with James allowed the occasional word, to the exclusion of James' mother and sister. It was well after ten when Jonathan made his departure. James came out to the car. "You've made a hit with the old man. He's a fanatic when it comes to cricket." "He's great." "And so are you. I have enjoyed this evening. Specially the time in the car."
"So have I. We must do it again soon."
The following morning, before going with Malcolm to church, Jonathan sent off an Email to Kevin.
Dear Uncle Kev,
Here's reporting on what happened last night...
...I like James, though I am unsure where it will all lead. Meeting his folk was interesting, his Dad is a cricket enthusiast, which is something. I sensed a tension in the air, I think because I am the boss's son.
Jonathan's Email must have caught Kevin before he went to bed, because there was a message awaiting him in the afternoon.
Dear Jon,
I've told you to cut the Uncle business. Carry on with it and you will be ceasing to be my favourite nephew. ;-).
Seriously; glad you had a good time with James. A promising start. Sometime you will have to tell him about your activities at Bill's place. Not to do so would be wrong, at least I think so. The longer you leave it the more difficult it will be.
Hope you can manage a second instalment fairly soon.
Owen sends his love and is calling me to bed.
With loving yawns, Kev XX
Jeffrey at jeffyrks@hotmail.com