James Pt 3 – 15th Birthday Present

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.

For being 14, almost 15, James was a fairly immature person. He still had a thing for cartoons and wouldn’t say no to a kids meal instead of a regular one like most people his age. It was the same when it came to birthdays, whether by choice or his mothers pressure – he was still having a stereotypical birthday party. A home made buffet, watching a DVD; cake and then a sleepover.

I had never really been a fan of parties or sleepovers, even cake really. Birthdays had just never really meant anything to me. James knew that already but that didn’t stop him from inviting me to his; obviously I agreed but only because he was a very good friend of mine, had it been anyone else then chances are that I would of politely, or not, of refused.

James approached me with his suggestion on the Thursday, with his birthday the following day and the party on the Saturday. By this point in my life I had been to an acceptable amount of sleepovers (since my first with Derek), so I knew the majority of the do’s and don’ts ; such as what to wear, or not to wear. So overall, I was quite looking forward to spending some time with James, Chris (James’ older brother, same age as me) and Mike ( 15, straight. A neighbour of theirs). I knew them all already so there would be no awkward moments or need for introductions

The next few days passed without event. James stayed off school on the Friday and I went to his house straight after. Mainly just to show to him that I hadn’t forgotten about his birthday and to tell him that I’d give him his present the following day at the sleepover. We talked for a while, until Chris and some of his more… unruly friends came home, then I made my own way home to pack some essentials for the sleepover. I slept in later than usual on Saturday morning. So by the time I was ready to leave for James’ it was already 1pm. I had said that I’d be there for about 3pm, just to make sure that I was there before anyone else, that was why I was dressed and leaving within an hour. To be honest there was no reason for me to be there before everyone else, I just wanted an excuse to get away from my parents and spend some time alone with James. Luckily I was the first person there, a quick glance through the window before I knocked told me that. His father, whom I had not met before this, answered the door – when I look back, wearing a bright pink t-shirt with the words “Defend your rear!” probably wasn’t the best idea.