Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2005 15:06:08 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris and Me - Chapter 2

Disclaimer:
The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
an older male and young under age males.  If material of
this nature offends you, then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if the law where you live forbids
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This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred,
is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the
characters in this story are in no way intended to show
approval of, or give sanction to, these activities.
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This is my third story published on Nifty Archives.  I hope
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Chapter 2 - I Become A Foster Parent.

While Chris was getting dressed, Mrs Braham sat down and
asked me what I was going to do. I told her that I wanted
Chris to live with me as my son. Mrs Braham told me that she
knew I was gay, which shocked me and made me blush deeply.
She grinned and said that it wasn't a problem with her, and
she asked if I had told Chris. I assured her that it was one
of the first things I had told him about myself, and I also
told her that I had promised that I would never do anything
to harm him in any way. She asked me if I would mind if she
had a private chat with Chris, and I told her it was OK with
me. She went upstairs, and was up there about 15 minutes.
When she came down Chris was with her, and she told me that
she had confirmed with Chris that I had told him about my
being gay, and that if Chris agreed to my idea, she would do
everything she could to support us. Chris looked at me with
a questioning look, and I said, "I don't know if it will be
possible Chris, but if I can arrange it with Social
Services, would you like to come and live with me until we
made contact with your uncle in Australia and sorted out
what was going to happen"? Chris's face split in a massive
grin, he threw himself at me, and hugged me tight and said
there was nothing he had wanted more in his whole life.

Mrs Braham pointed out that with Chris around, there would
be more work, and she suggested that if she were to come in
five days a week instead of the present three days, the fact
that there was going to be a woman around on a regular basis
might influence Social Services to let Chris stay. I gave
her a big hug, and told her that that would be wonderful.
She blushed and said that she had things to be getting on
with. Before she could move, Chris ran to her and gave her a
massive hug and kiss and thanked her for being so nice. As
Mrs Braham left the room she said, "Remember, none of us say
anything about Greg being gay to the Social Worker".

We both sat impatiently waiting for the Social Worker to
arrive. Chris tried to watch the cartoons on the television,
but I could tell that he was nervous, as indeed was I. I had
no idea how my suggestion that Chris stay with me was going
to work out, and I had an idea at the back of my mind that
single males were not allowed to foster children. All sorts
of ideas went through my mind, but I decided that as far as
possible my best course was just to be as honest as I could,
without mentioning my sexuality, and to trust in the fates
to let it all work out as Chris and I wanted it to.

After what seemed a lifetime, but in actual fact was
probably about 45 minutes, we both started violently when
the doorbell rang. Mrs Braham answered the door and showed a
pleasant looking middle aged man into the living room who
introduced himself as Tony. He wasn't at all what I'd
expected. He wore a neat suit and a white shirt and a tie.
Not at all the way that social workers are portrayed on
television. Tony shook hands with me and with Chris, and I
invited him to sit down and asked Mrs Braham to bring some
tea and biscuits. While she was doing this, I explained to
Tony how Chris came to be in my home. Tony asked why I
hadn't called his department the previous day, And I said
that at the time I was rather shocked by everything that had
happened, and that in any case, at the time I wasn't sure
what I had to do. I told him it was only after I had spoken
to Georgie that I realised I should have done so, but by the
time I'd done that, it was getting late, and Chris was
already nearly asleep, so I decided to let him have his
first good nights sleep in several days before dealing with
the formalities. As it happened, Tony knew Georgie, as she
was counselling one of his young clients, and he said he
would speak to her later to verify what I'd told him.

At this point, Mrs Braham came in with the tray of tea and
biscuits. After she had poured cups for all of us, I asked
her to get a cup for herself and sit in on the discussion.
Tony now asked Chris to tell his version of the story. Chris
told him everything, in detail, including the incident that
led to his being thrown out. I guessed form the fact the Mrs
Braham didn't seem unduly surprised that Chris had told her
everything earlier as well.

After Chris had finished telling his account of things, Tony
said he would now have to try to make arrangements for Chris
to be cared for. I was just about to ask about the
possibility of Chris staying with me while the sordid mess
was cleared up when Chris burst into tears and between his
sobs told Tony that he wanted to stay with me. That for the
first time since his mum had died he felt that someone
really cared about him, and that he felt safe here with me.
Tony looked at me and raised an eyebrow questioningly. I
told him that if that was what Chris really wanted, and if
it could be arranged, I would be more than happy to look
after him and care for him. Tony explained that it was very
unusual for a child to be fostered to a single man, but he
would talk to his manager and put the suggestion forward. He
also explained that it was very hard to find foster care
places for boys of Chris's age, and that might go in my
favour. Mrs Braham then spoke and explained her position,
and said that she would be in the house at least five days a
week and she was more than happy to be of any assistance
that she could. She also explained that she had spoken to
Chris earlier, and she knew that in the short time we had
known each other, Chris had become very attached to me and
me to him.

Tony asked if there was somewhere he could go to telephone
his manager in private. I showed him to my study and then
went back to join the others. I complimented Chris on the
way he had made his plea to Tony, and told him that coming
like that it might make it a difference to Tony letting him
stay with me.

After about 15 minutes, Tony came back. He said that it had
all been arranged that for the time being, Chris could stay
with me. He explained that when he spoke to his manager he
found that she was already having a problem trying to find a
place for another 13 year old boy to stay, and that to be
quite honest, my offer had taken the pressure off them
somewhat. He explained that he had called Georgie to check
on my suitability to look after a teenage boy, and that she
had given me a glowing endorsement. Tony asked if I would be
willing to go through the formalities of becoming a
registered foster parent, and that if I did, and if Chris
needed a long term placement, he would probably be able to
stay with me as long as he needed a placement. I readily
agreed to do anything that was required, but I did say that
I understood that single men were not allowed to be foster
parents. Tony explained that that used to be the case, but
that the rules had been changed in the last couple of years,
and that provided I came through all the checks OK, I would
be welcomed with open arms. Tony then asked Chris if he was
absolutely sure that he wanted to stay with me, and Chris
rushed at me, hugged me tight as asked Tony if that was
proof enough. Tony grinned at us all and said that he was
very happy, but that we had to realise that at the moment
this was very much a temporary situation, but that he hoped
it wouldn't be too long before it was made more permanent.
He also explained that he had been appointed as Chris's case
worker, and that as such, he would need to make regular
visits, on a daily basis at first, to check that everything
was going all right. He also explained that he would be
bringing me some forms to complete to apply to become a
foster parent, and that once I had completed them, he would
have the application rushed through as a priority
application so that things could be put on an official
footing as quickly as possible.

I thanked Tony for being so understanding, and he said that
it was his job to help boys like Chris to get the best care
that was available, and that at the moment, it appeared that
this was the place where he would get that care. He also
said that there would be a forstering allowance to cover the
out of pocket expenses incurred in looking after Chris, but
that it would take a few days to get that organised. I
assured him that I was quite secure financially, and that
although I would welcome the money when it came, I was well
able to take care of any expenses in the meantime. With that
Tony arranged to call again the next afternoon, and then
left us to go and sort out the arrangements that we had
made.

After Tony had gone, Chris launched himself at me and hugged
me really tight, and burst into tears. I held him tight and
comforted him, and when he had calmed down he looked at Mrs
Braham and me and thanked us for being so kind. He said that
it was the first time he had felt really wanted since before
his mother died. Mrs Braham came over and ruffled his hair
and told him that she was really happy that he was going to
be around, and she was sure that he was in good hands. She
then went to get on with her work, saying that she was also
going to prepare lunch for us, and that in future, she would
make that one of her duties. I knew she was an excellent
cook, so I didn't raise any objections to that, but I made a
mental note to talk to her about raising her pay to
compensate.

I then said to Chris that the first thing we would do was to
go and do some shopping and get him some new clothes. I knew
that he didn't have many clothes, and from what I'd seen
when I put those he had in the wash, I knew that they were
not in a very good state. Chris looked really happy. He said
that he hadn't had any new clothes since his mum died, and
that he knew that what he had was pretty grotty. So we got
in the car and drove to Lakeside Shopping Mall. As we drove,
I asked Chris what he thought he needed, and he said, a
couple of pairs of trackies, some tee-shirts, a sweat shirt,
and a pair of trainers. I grinned and thought to myself that
he was going to get a lot more than he had asked for. But it
was really nice to know that he wasn't a boy who was going
to demand the earth.

Once we had parked the car, we started our shopping trip. We
got jeans, trackies, shorts, (I was delighted when he picked
the shortest shorts he could find and not the long baggy
things that so many boys wear these days), a couple of pair
of smart trousers, 3 pairs of trainers, yachting shoes, 20
pairs of sports socks, tee shirts, polo shirts, a couple of
smart shirts, sweat shirts, jumpers, and two nice casual
jackets, and two pairs of speedos. We had a discussion about
underwear. Chris said that he had always worn boxers, but
that he had noticed that I wore bikini briefs, and he said
that he would like to try wearing briefs from now on as they
looked sexier. We found some very nice Calvin Klein briefs
and some Fruit of the Loom briefs, and I got him 10 pairs of
each. I also got him to select 10 pairs of boxers, in case
he found he didn't like the briefs. Looking back, I don't
think the boxers ever came out of the drawer after that day.
When we went to pay the bill, it came to over œ900. Chris
was horrified and offered to put most of the stuff back, but
I just smiled and paid the bill with my credit card. We then
drove home, and when we got there, Mrs Braham was waiting
for us and said that lunch had been ready for half an hour,
so we went and sat down at the breakfast counter and our
lunch, Shepherds pie, peas, carrots, and cauliflower, was
put in front of us. Mrs Braham then said that she had to go,
but that she would be back first thing tomorrow. She asked
to have a quiet word with me, and I went outside with her.
She shook me rigid by saying, "If you two want to sleep
together, don't worry about what I will think or say. Your
secret will be completely safe with me. I know that you
would never do anything to hurt Chris, and from what he told
me, he has already decided that he is gay, so just go with
the flow". I just looked at her with my mouth hanging open,
and she laughed, got in her car, and drove off.

When I went inside Chris had already started his lunch, and
I sat down and ate mine as well. When we had both finished,
Chris jumped up and began to clear the plates to the sink
and asked where he found a bowl to wash up in. I grinned and
showed him the dishwasher. "You mean we never have to wash
up? The machine always does it for us"? I showed him how to
stack the dishes in the washer, including the cooking pots
and explained that as we didn't have enough to fill the
machine, we would leave it until after our evening meal and
then do the whole lot together. Chris grinned and said,
"I'll never mind doing the washing up here. I used to hate
it at home. We didn't have a machine there".

I told Chris that as it seemed he would be living with me
for a while at least, I ought to show him round the house.
We started upstairs, and I showed him the three bedrooms he
hadn't seen yet and the en-suite bathroom for each one. I
told him that he could choose which room he wanted as his
own, and he looked a bit dejected and said he wanted to
share my room. I explained that we had to give him a room of
his own in case anyone, Tony for example, wanted to see the
"sleeping arrangements". I told him that he could sleep with
me whenever he wanted to, and I also told him what Mrs
Braham had said to me as she left. Chris grinned and hugged
me tight. He said he would like to have the bedroom next to
mine as it was larger than the one he was in, and it had a
queen sized bed. I agreed to that, and we spent some time
stowing all his new clothes and shoes in the closet and the
drawers. I gathered all his old clothes in a rubbish bag and
asked if there was anything there he wanted to keep. He
shook his head, so I tied the neck of the bag and suggested
we go downstairs and continue the exploration.

I showed Chris my study, the dining room, the utility room
and the games room where there was a pool table, a table
tennis table, and a table football table.

I then took Chris through the kitchen, and out of the door
into the garden which was about 3 acres. He whopped when he
saw the swimming pool and diving board, and when I told him
it was heated, he grinned and said he hated swimming in cold
water. I asked if he fancied a swim now, and he said he love
to, and he turned to go inside. I asked where he was going,
and he said he was going to get his speedos. I told him to
look round and he looked a bit puzzled. I asked who could
see the pool, and he looked round the perimeter of the
garden and realised that nowhere was the garden overlooked.
I said that so long as Mrs Braham or the gardener was not
about it was OK to skinny dip. He grinned, and in a flash he
had stripped off and dived into the pool. I stripped and
followed him and spent a few minutes chasing him up and down
the pool, but never quite catching him. Finally we stopped
in the shallow end and then started play fighting in the
water. It didn't take long for us both to sprout woodies,
and then I hugged Chris tightly against me, lifted him up
and carried him out of the pool and laid him on a lounger.
Then I took the cushion from one of the other loungers and
laid it on the floor. I lay down and beckoned to Chris and
he came and lay on top of me. I kissed him on the lips and
pushed at his lips with my tongue, he opened his mouth and
let my tongue inside and we spent ten minutes or so kissing
deeply and tongue wrestling each other. Chris began to hump
his cock against mine like we had the previous day, and I
began to move in sync with him. Feeling our cocks grinding
against each other was wonderful, and I began to leak precum
which helped to reduce the friction. We continued to hump
each other for about quarter of an hour, getting really hot
and sweating freely. Chris began to breath heavily and to
groan in my ear, and all of a sudden his cock went even
harder, and he began to squirt his hot cum between our
bodies. The feel of his cum on my skin brought me to my
climax, and I began to add my man sperm to his in the space
between our bodies. When we had both finished we just held
each other tight and close while we recovered our breath.
Then I turned on my side so that we were lying on the
cushions side by side. I pulled away from Chris and then
began to lick him clean. He giggled a lot and said it
tickled, and when I had finished, he began to lick me clean
as well. Once he had finished, we began to deep kiss again
and tasted the mixed flavour of our cum. I then got up and
dived back in the water to finish cleaning my body, and
Chris followed me. After a few minutes, we both got out, and
I got large fluffy towels from the small changing room by
the pool and we dried each other off.

I looked at my watch, and it was only a quarter to three. I
had a bright idea, and told Chris to get dressed as we were
going out again. He asked where, but I just told him to wait
and see. In five minutes flat, he was dressed in blue
shorts, darker blue t-shirt, white sport socks and trainers.
He looked a picture, his hair and eyes setting off the
effect to perfection. We got in the car, and once again we
went to Lakeside, but this time instead of going to the
shopping mall I went to the retail park and parked outside
PC World. We went inside, and I told Chris that I wanted to
get him a computer. He just looked at me in disbelief, and I
led him to the PC area. We were looking round the desktop
PCs when I had another thought. I led him to the laptop area
and told him to have a look at them all and decide which one
he liked. I wandered off for about ten minutes, leaving him
to have a good try out on all of them, and when I came back
he showed me one he had selected. It was the cheapest one on
display. I grinned at him and went to the most expensive one
and said, "How about this one instead"? He immediately
started to say that he didn't want me to spend all that
money on him, but I told him I wanted him to have the best,
and I assured him that I could well afford it. Once we had
settled on my choice, I selected a good colour photo quality
printer for him, a scanner, and a webcam.  We then went to
the software section, and I bought MS Office, Norton
Internet Security, a photo editing programme, and a few
other packages that I thought he would find useful. I then
went to the digital camera department and bought one of the
compact cameras which seemed to do everything except dance.
I then got the assistant to run everything through the till
and load everything into the car.

On the journey home, Chris was very quiet. I asked him what
was wrong, and he said that nothing was wrong, but that
nobody in his whole life had spent so much money on him, and
he didn't deserve it. I pulled into a lay-by, hugged him
close and told him that I loved him very much indeed, and
that, within reason, he would have anything that he needed.
But I warned him not to think that he could go mad with his
demands. He kissed me deeply and promised that he would
never, never abuse my generosity, and that he would love me
and be my boy forever.

When we got home, we took everything to Chris's room, and
together, we set everything up, using a desk that we brought
in from the garage. Once we had set up the computer, printer
and scanner, I went to my office and got a network patch
lead and plugged the laptop into the network socket already
built into the bedroom. We then went down to my study, and
set my computer to share its broadband connection, returned
to Chris's room and lo and behold, Chris could connect to
the internet. I told him that he could use the internet as
much as he wanted to, and he asked me if I had set any
restrictions, and I assured him that I hadn't. He said, "You
mean that I can access anything I want on the internet"?,
and I winked and said, "Absolutely anything". He then typed
in a network address, brought up a gay teen site, looked at
me and said, "Even things like this"? I assured him that he
could look at as much sex and porn as he wanted to, and that
I never wanted him to feel that he had to do things behind
my back. Yet again, he launched himself at me and tried to
hug the life out of me. We kissed, and he promised me that
he would never keep any secrets from me. I then went
downstairs, leaving him surfing the net, and began to get
dinner ready for the two of us.

After we had had our dinner and cleared the table, we went
and sat in the lounge, and I asked him if he had spoken to
John since his stepfather had kicked him out of the house.
He told me that he hadn't had a chance. I asked if his
stepfather had contacted John's father at all about what had
happened and he said he didn't think so. So I suggested that
he should phone John and let him know that he was OK and
where he was living now. I gave him the phone, and went to
leave the room, but he called me back and asked me to stay
with him, so I sat beside him while he dialled the number.
After a few moments the phone was answered and Chris asked
if he could speak to John. The voice at the other end was
obviously asking questions, and Chris said that he had had a
row with his step dad, and that he had thrown him out of the
house, but that he had now been fostered and was in a foster
home. There was then a pause, and he explained to me that
John's dad had asked him why he wasn't at school or at home
any more, and where he was. Then John obviously came on the
line, and a lot of excited conversation took place while
Chris told John how he had been thrown out and what had
happened to him since, leaving out any reference to our
sexual activities. I interrupted Chris and asked if he
wanted to invite John to come and stay for the weekend. He
grinned from ear to ear, and then asked John if he could
come. There was a brief pause, then Chris held his hand over
the phone and said that John's dad wanted to talk to me. I
took the phone and John's father asked a few questions, and
wanted to be sure that Chris was safe, and that the proper
authorities were looking after things. When I assured him
that the social worker was involved, and that I had plenty
of room for John to stay, he agreed to let him come. I
suggested that when he brought John over, he should bring
his mum as well, and stay to dinner. It was agreed that the
three of them would come over the following evening, Friday,
at 7:00pm, have dinner with us, and then leave John for the
weekend. John came on the line then and thanked me for
letting him come to see Chris, and then I gave the phone
back to Chris and left him to his boy chat.

About twenty minutes later, Chris came and found me having a
cup of tea in the kitchen. He hugged me yet again, and he
couldn't thank me enough for letting him make sure John was
OK and inviting him to stay. I just told him to be careful
what he told John about us, but he said that John was OK and
would never tell anything he told him in secret, but that if
I didn't want him to, he wouldn't tell him about us having
sex together. I assured him that if he was certain John
would keep quiet about it, he could tell him as much as he
wanted to. It was completely up to him. He thought about it
for a few moments and said that he had never kept any
secrets from John, and that because he was such a good
friend he would like to tell him everything. I assured him
that I trusted his judgement and that I didn't mind if he
told him all about us.

Chris then asked if it was all right for him to go upstairs
and use his computer. Of course, I told him the he didn't
have to ask, and as an afterthought I added that we ought to
have a rule between us that both would respect, namely that
if either of us was in our room with the door closed, then
the other would not come into the room without knocking and
waiting for the door to be opened. Chris thought about it
and said that that was a cool idea. He then went upstairs,
and I turned on the television for a while.

After about forty-five minutes, I tired of the television
and went upstairs to see what Chris was up to. His door was
open, so I tapped and he told me to come in. He added that I
didn't need to knock as the door was open. Chris was sitting
at his computer with his back to me. As I walked up to him,
I saw that he was naked, and I could see on screen that he
was using his webcam with it focussed on his cock and balls,
and that another person who also seemed to be naked, and had
his cam focused on his cock which he was wanking. Chris told
me that he was on Yahoo Chat, and was chatting to John, and
it was John's cock that I could see. Chris typed on the
keyboard and told John that I had just walked in, and John
quickly put his hand over the lens. Chris typed again, and
told him it was too late, and I had seen him wanking his
cock. John typed a message and said, "Tell Greg I'm sorry".
I asked Chris if I could reply, and he nodded, so I typed,
"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I think it was a
lovely sight". John replied with the blushing emoticon.

I asked Chris if he had already told John about what we did
together, and he confirmed that he had done so, so I typed
to John, "You have seen Chris's many times, I know that. You
can see mine any time that you want to"? John typed back,
"Really"? I replied, "Yes. Any time". John typed, "How about
now"? I did no more, I took off my shirt, trousers and
briefs while Chris focused the cam on my quickly growing
cock. There was no response from the other end for a few
seconds, then John typed, "WOW..... that's fcuking enormous.
I can't wait for tomorrow". I replied, Neither can I John.
I'm really looking forward to the whole weekend". I then
asked Chris to stand up close beside me and focus the cam so
John could see both our genitals, and I began to wank Chris,
and he cottoned on and began to wank me. John typed, "Oh
wooooooow.... Roll on tomorrow". I then told Chris that I
was going to leave them to it, and asked him to come down
when he had finished chatting to John, but not to rush. I
picked up my clothes from the floor and took them and threw
them on my bed and went downstairs naked.

Downstairs I sat listening to the radio. After about half an
hour, Chris came down and sat on the settee beside me. He
was still naked, as I was. He looked at me a bit sheepishly
and said, "I hope I didn't annoy you doing C2C with John
like that". I wrapped my arm round him and hugged him
tightly and said, "Of course you didn't. I wouldn't have
shown myself to John if I'd minded what you were doing. I
hope you didn't mind my taking the bull by the horns and
showing myself to him". Chris said that he still sometimes
found it difficult to accept my being openly sexy with him
when his step dad had been so violently against anything
about sex, and he then told me that John had been over the
moon to see me, and that before I had come up, he had
already asked if all three of us might be able to do things
together. I winked at Chris, and told him that I would be
really honoured if the two of them wanted to include me in
anything they did together, but that they didn't have to
feel that they had to do things with me. Chris told me it
would be like a dream come true. They had talked about it so
often before and now it could really happen. I asked Chris
if he and John had cum for each other on cam, and he blushed
and said he had cum on the desktop, and so had John, and
they had both cum loads. Then he giggled and said, "But I
cleaned it all up before I came down". I squeezed him to me
tight again, and gave him a long, lingering, deep kiss.

I asked Chris what he wanted to drink as a nightcap, and he
asked if I had any drinking chocolate. I went and made two
steaming mugs of chocolate and brought them and a plate of
biscuits into the lounge. I gave Chris his drink, and told
him I hoped he was going to leave some biscuits for me this
time. He grinned, and we both dunked biscuits in our
chocolate until they had all gone. Then we drained the mugs
and I put them on the coffee table beside me. The Chris
snuggled up against me and it seemed in not time flat, he
was sound asleep. I picked him up, and as I carried him
upstairs, he whispered, "Your bed please" and then was
asleep again before I could get to my bedroom and lay him
gently under the sheets. I then went back downstairs,
cleaned away the mugs into the dishwasher, and set it going
so that the days dishes would be clean in the morning,
turned out all the lights and went back upstairs, cleaned my
teeth, and joined my angel. As soon as I got into the bed he
snuggled up really close in his sleep, and draped his arm
over my stomach. I lay reliving the events of the last two
days, and feeling as if I needed to pinch myself to make
sure I wasn't dreaming it all. I fell asleep with my arm
holding Chris to me, and slept an uninterrupted sleep
through the night.


To be Continued????????

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