James Pt 1 – Two Years Younger

This story and the stories to come in this series contain themes of homosexuality. The boys involved are all quite Young, some under 16. If this doesn’t interest you then stop reading now.

Things had went well with Derek for a few months. We’d meet eachother before School and walk together, share a quick kiss at the gates and then separate to go be with our own friends before first lesson. Then we’d meet back up at lunch and then again after school to walk home. Almost every night we would go out somewhere together, even if it was just into his house; of course there was always the sex… for the first week or so it was every day. Several times in school when we were both really horny, the rest of the time we stopped ourselves and done it in his bed before his parents got back from work. It didn’t last that long though. We grew apart I think, eventually we both decided that we should stop seeing eachother. We were still good friends thogh, whenever either of us were upset and just needed someone to talk to. The other one was always there for him – sometimes sexually. So we had and still do have a very good relationship.

In that period after you break up with someone (you know what it’s like…) I relied upon my other friends more than I ever had in my life. Some of them knew about Derek but most of them didn’t. One person that did know was Chris; possibly my oldest friend, one of the few I had anyway. I grew closer than I ever imagined I could with someone other than a boyfriend, we were in every class together – he even lived quite near me, so I started walking home with him instead of Derek. After a few months everything was great, I’d moved on from Derek and made proper new friends. This was at the end of Year 11 (last mandatory year), so we broke up for our long summer before going back into sixth form in September. I’d never of expected to see what I did on my first day back.

Chris’ brother, James, was 14. He had only just started to hang around with his brother that term, apparently it was more convenient for him to stay with him and walk to and from school together. James normally took part in after school classes; football, rugby, cricket etc etc. You name it he was good at it. At 14 he was better than everyone in the school at pretty much every sport the school taught. Of course being so active, this meant that he also had the fittest body in the school. Everything about his body was perfect; about 6ft, perfectly skinny with his ribs showing on the sides and well-formed abs showing through his shirt. At the time I had never seen him shirtless, until we went swimming together about 3 weeks into the term. That was when I got my first glimpse of his absolutely amazing body, without the school uniform – getting into the pool was as normal as it can be. Chris and I had our swim shorts on underneath our Jeans, as usual, James however didn’t. He’d brought them in his bag, so that meant he would have to get naked to put them on. Sadly I didn’t actually realise until he had pulled his shorts up. Still… I got a good look at his butt. The pool was average, nothing special; the only thing of note that happened was Chris’ shorts slid down for a few seconds when he was getting out after jumping in.