Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 23:19:50 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher(Chris) #2

CHRISTOPHER(CHRIS)
By
Lee Mariner

July 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual actions between
young men and boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO
NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters depicted are fictional and in no way related to any person or
persons living or deceased.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights Reserved.

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Chapter #2 - Revelations

Our kiss lingered on my lips and I enjoyed the feel of his lips on mine, his
passion rising to meet mine. He was tense but there was a desire emanating
from him, a need. Common sense seemed to say I should forget this before it
went any further but the feel of him pressing against me, his tongue
exploring in the depths of my mouth drove me on. He seemed to have a need
that I could fill or a hope. It was not as if I seduced him, on the
contrary, he was offering me what he had seen I needed. Maybe we needed each
other?

It was only a few steps to the bedroom and the shower. Chris slipped his arm
around my waist holding me close as if he was afraid I might disappear or
worse, leave him. His damp body was like smooth satin against mine. I felt a
slight shiver run through him when I stroked his arm, his bicep tightening
slightly at my touch.

Turning my head slightly I looked at him, glancing down over his smooth
body. He was only 3"s shorter then me and he had a physique similar to mine.
He may think he lacked muscles but he was lean and his muscles rippled
smoothly as he moved. His hair was darker being wet and I could smell the
musky, we odor of the Pantene shampoo I used and Irish Spring soap. The
passion generated by his first kiss, our first kiss, had subsided a little
and his half hard smooth cut cock moved gently side to side as we moved
holding each other.

His body was developing beautifully, thick pectoral muscles with large brown
nipples on each breast made darker because of his bronze toned tan. There
was a hint of developing stomach muscles with a thin line of hair leading
down from his "inny" belly button into a patch of pubic hair surrounding the
thick base of his cock. Chris would be a captivating young man when he
reached his full stature. He was already.

Chris's arm tightened perceptibly when I reached for the shower door and I
hesitated before opening the door, looking at him.

"Something wrong Chris?"

"No," he said softly, "It's just that I'm not sure I'll know what to do.
I've never done anything like this before and I don't want you to be
disappointed, that's all."

The shower door was open and I adjusted the temperature of the water flowing
from the Water-Pic showerhead, it was like a soft rain falling. Turning
towards him, I took his hand in mine. His eyes held that slight fear of the
sexual unknown, the desire was there, mixed with the feeling of not being
quite sure.

I remembered the first time I had sex with an older man and how I had felt
and he was feeling the same doubts, the same hesitancy. He was feeling the
fear of wanting too go on but not knowing what was to come and he was
trembling. His chest rose and fell in short jerky spasms attempting to
inhale deeper and I could see the pulse of his beating heart just under his
sternum, that small area between his thick breast muscles where they tie
together. His cock hung completely flaccid but still impressive, resting on
walnut sized testicles. His soft brown eyes were like those of a doe that
had been caught in the headlights of an oncoming car and couldn't move.

I felt a feeling of empathy flow through me as I released his hand, his arm
falling limply. I could see the earlier cockiness and sureness had melted
away when he had been the aggressor and thought he knew what he wanted.
Jerking off and looking at pictures was not the same as being confronted
with reality. His fantasy, his desire to have sex with a man had all but
evaporated. He was a strong, good-looking young 16/17 year old teenager,
almost a man, who wanted sex with someone but suddenly hesitated, not that
sure of himself. I had felt the same way when I was 14. I knew I wanted it
but I didn't know how I wanted it or what was expected of me the first time
my cock was sucked by a man.

The only sound in the room was the shower water falling. Taking him in my
arms I held him close to me and his arms went around my waist, his head on
my shoulder nose nuzzling my neck. His heart was racing; pounding as if he
had just ran a mile or had pumped his bicycle up a steep hill. His chest
heaved rapidly almost violently as he sucked air into his lungs and he was
trembling, his arms holding me tight too him. It was as if he was terrified,
terrified of failing or maybe not sure if this was what he truly wanted even
though he had indicated it was.

Running my hands over the soft muscles of his back I tried to soothe him,
whispering in his ear.

"Easy Chris, easy. Relax; nothing is going to happen if you don't want it
too. You can stop now and leave if you want and nothing will ever be said,
it's up to you." I whispered softly, almost like the cooing sound two doves
make together. His muscles felt like steel bands under my fingers, he was so
tight with anxiety.

We stood together for several minutes, his head on my shoulder and I kissed
his forehead as I continued massaging his back. Gently kneading his soft
skin, I felt his muscles relaxing and thoughts of my first time went through
my head and how nervous and scared I had been. Thoughts of that time raced
through my mind.

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It was almost like it was yesterday and I remembered the man who had picked
me up in the park when I was walking home from the movies. He was standing
off the pathway next to a tree and when he say me, he turned showing me his
huge hard cock sticking out of his pants and he slowly stroked it. I hurried
on down the path and then turned around all excited, going back wanting
another look. My cock had gotten hard at seeing him stroking his and I was
excited, seeing him stroking his big cock. When he saw me returning, he
moved out of the darkness a little closer to the path showing more of his
huge cock waving it around in front of him. I ducked behind him pulling my
cock out and acted like I was taking a piss my cock hard as steel. He moved
next to me and took my cock in his hand asking me if I wanted to feel his.
He was huge and it felt smooth and hot. We moved back into the bushes, his
hands all over me feeling my muscles, his hand squeezing my cock and
grouping my balls squeezing them. He tried getting my pants down but I
didn't let him, holding my hand over the buckle of my belt and when he
pulled me closer and tried kissing me I started trembling. He stopped and
slowly stroking my cock he tried soothing me whispering he wasn't going to
do that or hurt me. I still trembled a little when he dropped down on his
knees taking my cock in his mouth. His mouth was hot and his tongue curled
and twisted around my cock as he sucked on it. I had jerked off a lot but
when he was sucking on me it felt like fire was burning me up and the
feeling of my cum gushing out of my cock and his mouth sucking, moaning as
he sucked trying to drain me was like nothing I had ever felt and I was
trying to shove all I could get in his mouth, my hips bucking. He kept on
sucking even though my cock was getting soft and when it started hurting, I
pulled it out of his mouth running away leaving him on his knees. I stopped
running and put my cock back in my pants, it was a little sticky. Running on
home and getting in bed, I thought about how his hot mouth felt on my cock
and I liked the feeling. I started getting hard again and jerked off
thinking about his mouth sucking me off. I went through the park again and
again after school but I never saw him after that first time. Once I jerked
off in the bushes behind where he had sucked me off, hoping he would be
there, I knew then that I was hooked wanting someone to suck me again and it
was then that I knew I was gay.

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I was getting hard remembering that I had to be soothed my first time and
now I was soothing Chris, his first time. The big difference was I had been
still dressed while Chris and I were naked holding each other. His heart was
not beating as fast and he was breathing almost normally. I knew he felt my
cock growing, hardening between us when I felt his stirring, growing,
pressing into my groin and he sighed softly.

Chris lifted his head from my chest, his soft liquid brown eyes looking into
mine and his rose petal soft lips quivered slightly as I brushed mine over
them whispering.

"Feel like taking a shower now Chris or do you want to lie down."

He released his hold around my waist and moving back a little he took my
hand, a soft smile on his face. "Lets take a shower first Charlie and then
we can lay down."

His eyes shined, he had made a decision.

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Chris led me into the shower and the soft warm rain of the showerhead flowed
over us. His smooth wet body gleamed under the light in the ceiling, the
fear was no longer in his eyes, and they were filled with desire.

Holding my arms open Chris molded his body to mine and we held each other,
hard cocks squeezed between us our hearts beating almost as one. His
breathing was easy, even.

The feeling of hesitancy that was there had disappeared, he was as supple as
a reed blowing, bending in the breeze.

He kissed my neck, his lips nibbling softly. The tip of his tongue flicked
like a hot little dart from between his soft lips and I felt my own
breathing becoming heavier. His soft hands were moving over my back muscles
and his fingers squeezed my buttocks, moving over my rib cage sending a
strong feeling surging through me. The need, the urgency of wanting to take
him was building within me but a warning flashed in my mind telling me to be
careful as Chris explored, allow him to move at his pace, experience what he
was feeling.

Our cocks were two lances dueling between us, heads touching and his fingers
were sending warm electric shocks through me. His touch almost feather soft
and a warm almost euphoric mist seemed to surround us.

Filling a sponge with Sandalwood bath gel I washed his body gently moving
the sponge slowly over him seeing his muscles rippling, moving.  Washing
between his legs, he tensed and moaned softly.  His soft balls rolled in my
hand and his steel hard cock throbbed as I held it, squeezing it gently. His
grip tightened on my biceps where he held me, his head lolled sideways, eyes
closed, muscles relaxed. He was enjoying the pleasure he was feeling as I
washed him, massaging his body with the soft sponge.  Kissing his hard
nipple, he gasped and sucked air between his teeth when I ran my tongue over
the tip, his chest muscles tightening and he rose up on the balls of his
feet pushing his cock against mine while I kissed his nipple.

"Take me Charlie, please take me. I feel like I am going to explode any
minute."

Straightening up and pulling him against me an intense desire washed over me
to take him but I resisted kissing him softly.

"Not yet Chris, not yet. Relax and enjoy the pleasure you are feeling."

"God Charlie, I have never felt like this, I feel like I'm on fire. I can
feel the cum rising up in my cock making it ache, getting harder when it
does.

"That's desire Chris, that's the pleasure of being with another man and
sharing each other. It's like no other feeling that you will ever have."  I
said softly, my cock throbbing and aching as he was. The pain in my balls
burned, demanding to be relieved.

Chris took the sponge from me and finished washing me. Hot flashes surged
through and over me. He dropped the sponge and molded his satiny soft body
to mine, his arms holding me close, pressing his groin to mine. Our hard
cocks trapped together between us and I moaned softly feeling the energy
flowing into and between us, the energy that two lovers feel in the desire,
the need for each other.

Rubbing his cheek against mine, he whispered, "Charlie, I didn't know
holding someone and feeling like this could be so good. Do you like me
Charlie, do you like holding me?"

I answered him holding him close, "Of course I do Chris. Why?"

"I like hearing you say it Charlie and I like you, I like holding you. I
wish we could hold each other like this always."

There seemed to be a slight note of sadness when he spoke and a yearning I
hadn't heard before.

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We dried each other almost playfully and his eyes shined looking at me a
gentle smile on his face and in his eyes. It felt like his eyes were drawing
me in gazing into mine. I could see feelings in them as if he was reflecting
what I was feeling building in me.

I have been with other men; the only feeling was the pleasure of being with
someone for a brief time, not alone.  That feeling of the body that drives
for release and the need to feel needed if only for a brief time.
Occasionally a return engagement but most of the time a separation with a
promise you hoped would be kept but knowing it probably would not and then
they returned to the masses.

The feeling of loneliness was replaced briefly by the activity of living
before returning once again, hopefully to be relieved again by another face
from those feeling the same way.

Chris moved into the center of the sheet-covered bed, laying his head on the
pillows with one leg cocked. His smooth lean muscled, evenly bronzed body
accented by the snow-white sheet beneath him. A trusting, soft light of
expectation shone in the depths of his eyes as he looked up at me standing
over him.  One hand rested almost erotically over his breast nipple fingers
moving slightly and the other was lying on his flat hard stomach.

Breathing easily his chest rose and fell, the sunlight streaming down from
the large window in the ceiling over the bed created a glowing aura around
him. His smooth evenly cut, semi hard cock rested in the soft valley between
his thigh and stomach. I devoured his beauty with my eyes, a warm feeling
flowing over me. He looked like a young Greek god lying on an alabaster
white alter and he was offering himself to me.

Lying beside him he reached up and pulled my head down to his soft succulent
lips and kissed me, his tongue twisting with mine. I caressed his soft skin,
slowly succumbing to the demands of his kiss, a euphoric fog of desire
warming us.

His body felt as if he were on fire and his eyes glowed with passion.

"Make love to me Charlie, please. Hold me close so I can feel needed, feel
you wanting me."

"Shhhhh Chris." I whispered, my cock growing, hardening with the passion I
was feeling.

His cock was steel hard and I felt a drop of pre-cum oozing from the
urethral slit in its soft head. His muscles tightened and then relaxed as I
kissed his body. His fingers twisted in my hair, his breathing becoming
heavier as I slowly lip nibbled over him down into the silky dark haired
bush surrounding the thick base of his cock. I touched the head of his cock
with my tongue tasting the oozing pre-cum and he groaned his hips lifting
involuntarily as I took the head in my lips, his arms falling beside him.
Holding the head of his cock in my lips I waited for just a minute. His
breathing was heavy and shallow as he gasped softly sighing long and low
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh," his hands gripping the bed sheet.

I waited for him to relax holding the head of his cock in my lips, slowly
rolling his balls between my fingers before sliding my mouth down over his
6" length until it touched the back. His pre-cum was flowing freely and my
tongue twisted around, over and under his smooth thickness tasting its
sweetness. Chris was twisting his body and thrashing his arms first clasping
the bed sheet and then my hair moaning and trembling moaning softly. With
one quick downward movement, I drove the length of his cock down my throat
gripping his thick base with my lips, throat muscles gripping its soft head.
I could feel my pre-cum flowing sticky onto my stomach and down into thick
bushy hair around my cock fire searing, filling my groin.

Chris screamed, "Oh god Charlie, Jesus!!!"  I felt his cock swelling and I
quickly withdrew sucking gently before he could explode. Letting his
throbbing cock fall on his stomach, I laid my head on his stomach just below
his rib cage. His chest was heaving, almost panting, his fingers twisting my
hair.

I knew he was almost at the brink of ejaculation but I wanted him to
remember, feel the pleasure of making love with another man and I stretched
out beside him slowly rubbing his chest. He opened his eyes and I could see
an almost pleading look in their depths. I grinned, his tense muscles
relaxing as I rubbed them. I knew the feeling he was experiencing.

"That was pretty close wasn't it? Did you like the feelings you were getting
from my mouth being on your cock like that?"

"I thought jerking off felt good Charlie with all those electric like
feelings running through me just before I would shoot but you made me feel
awesome all over especially in my cock and balls. God, I thought I was going
to blow up like a volcano. Do you feel like that when you've had sex with
someone?"

"Just about like it Chris but the first time with another man is the one you
will always remember. You never feel that special way again."

"Charlie, if it's with you, I'll always feel that way."

"There will be others." I said holding his cock, his hands running over my
chest and stomach.

"Can I make you feel like that Charlie? If I suck on you like you did me,
will you feel the same way?"

"Sure, but not this time, maybe later. Right now I want us to cum together."

Moving around and facing him, I lifted his legs over my thighs and moved
close until his balls were against mine.

"Sit up Chris, put your arms around my neck."

Chris looked at me questioningly and then tightened his stomach muscles like
he was doing a sit-up he put his arms around my neck. Our cocks stood up
against each other, mine just a little longer and thicker. Kissing him
gently, I placed one hand behind his waist and squeezing our cocks together
in the other, slowly started jerking each other off, our pre-cum mixing,
flowing with each upward stroke. He wiggled tighter against me and placed
his hand over mine.

"Let me do it Charlie, please. I want to jerk us off while you hold me."
Releasing my grip he continued jerking us off. My foreskin sliding up and
down, our mixed pre-cum making his cock and mine sticky slick. Holding him
while he slowly brought us to a climax, we kissed tongues twisting tasting
mixed saliva. Both of us were breathing heavily into each other's mouths as
the pressure was increasing in my cock and balls and I knew he was feeling
the same pressure. Chris's muscles tightened almost at the same time as mine
and he groaned deep in his chest his hand moving faster and faster. I felt
like we both were being drained in a cataclysmic eruption as we both sent
hot streams of life giving sperm shooting up and over each other landing and
then running down our chests soaking into the thick hair between us. Chris
whimpered, groaning, his cock jerking and throbbing with mine as he squeezed
us tighter as if he couldn't stop trying to drain the last of our cum.

We both were gasping when we leaning heavily into each other his hand still
hold us together. We sat together and the afterglow of satisfaction flowed
over us as our cocks softened, muscles relaxing slowly.

We sat holding each other for what seemed a long time. Chris was still
holding us together with his head lying on my shoulder. I pressed my lips on
the soft hair of his head, moving his hand and arm from between us. Lowering
him back down on the bed, resting his head on the pillows again, he had
tears in his eyes. Moving and twisting around so I was lying alongside of
him, I smoothed his hair and wiped the tears from his cheeks with my
fingers. He looked up at me leaning over him.

"I'm sorry for crying Charlie, don't think I'm being a baby. I just felt so
wonderful, I couldn't help it."

"You don't need to apologize for how you felt Chris. It WAS wonderful and I
felt the same way. It's the way you feel when you make love with someone you
like being with, you will always feel that way."

Chris lay beside me, his chest covered with our sperm. His eyes were soft
when he looked at me.

"Do you want to make love with me again Charlie? I know there is a lot I
have to learn about being gay, will you teach me?"

"Do you really feel that you are gay Chris? Deep down inside, do you feel it
or do you just feel that way because we just made love?"

He turned his head away from me when I asked him and I could see tears
building in his eyes.

Moving off the bed, I got a damp towel from the bathroom wiping myself clean
and I wiped Chris off. He was looking out the door of the bedroom as I wiped
him clean only moving a little as the towel touched his soft but still
impressive cock and balls. Dropping the towel on the floor, I sat back down
beside him placing my hand on his bicep.

I sat beside him holding his hand in mine, trying to get my emotions under
control. I didn't really know what I wanted or if the feelings I had for him
were real but I did know I wanted him to be sure of himself. If he felt he
was gay, I didn't want him influenced by anything I might say. He was
breathing slowly and squeezing my hand he turned looking at me his cheeks
smeared from his tears flowing over them. He started to open his mouth but I
put my finger on his lips.

"Chris, wait, don't say anything. You're pretty emotional right now and all
kinds of things are probably running through your head. What we just did was
wonderful and I haven't felt that good with anyone for a long time. I don't
want that too influence your thinking, your feelings. Lots of men have sex
together for different reasons. Some men are bi-sexual and have sex with
both women and men. Men that aren't gay have sex with each other just for
the feeling of being with someone other then a woman and they are not gay.
Knowing you are gay comes from knowing what your feelings are and you are
excited by and attracted only too men. There are feelings you have when you
look at a boy and you feel an excitement when he returns your look gazing at
you without turning his eyes away but you don't have those feelings when you
are with girls. You may like some girls and enjoy being with them but you
don't feel anything physical. As you are growing up and those feelings for
men don't leave you that means you might be gay. Your only 16 and there are
lots of things you haven't experienced yet. Having sex with me might just be
because you felt different when you saw me looking at you and you wanted to
find out what it was like having sex with a man."

He lay looking up at me and out of the corner of my eye I could see his cock
stirring a little and his eyes bored into mine.

"I'll be 17 next week Charlie and I know I'm not a man yet but I have had
those feelings for a long time. I never had anyone I could talk with about
the way I was feeling, I don't even know where my dad is or who he really
is. My mom would never tell me about him and when I felt the way I did, she
wouldn't talk with me about it. She'd just tell me I'd grow out of it and
not to bother her. Lots of times in school, I'd start getting hard looking
at some of the older boys cocks start to swell when they were showering and
I felt excited and my cock would start getting hard and it would scare me at
first. I thought something was wrong with me and I started thinking I was
gay and liked boys and wanted sex with them but not girls. I never felt like
I wanted sex with any girls even though some would sort of come on too me. I
didn't know what to do but I tried asking the nurse at school why I felt the
way I did sometimes but I didn't tell her I only felt strange when I was
with other boys. She said I was just growing up and not to let it worry me."

"What made you think I might be gay Chris?"

"I don't know Charlie, I just had a feeling inside of me. I told you before
that I had been watching you. I guess maybe I shouldn't have been doing that
but my cock would get hard thinking about sex with you in the motel and
around town. I thought you might see me but you didn't. I would jerk off
wishing it was with you Charlie, not with some dirty old man or one of the
boys in school. I could have gotten my cock sucked lots of times in the
showers but not with some of the men I saw there. Most of them were dirty
and nasty looking and when they looked at me showing me their hard cruddy
looking cocks I felt all creepy like. I couldn't even get hard if I did let
one of them, they looked so, so hungry!! I'd get those feelings like my
crotch was hot and I run home and jerked off thinking about you. The first
time I saw you I got hard Charlie. There was something about you that just
made me want it with you, I'd get hard just wishing we were in bed having
sex together. That's why I only had on my bathing suit when I asked you if I
could help you earlier today. I was scared at first that you wouldn't want
me but when I saw the way you were looking at me while we unloaded the
trailer, I just felt it."

He spoke almost in a whisper, his soft brown eyes gazing at me. Sitting up,
he snuggled closer, his lips brushing my cheek. Twisting around on the bed
and leaning back against the headboard he moved with me lying back on my
chest. He felt warm and soft inside my arms, his soft body scent filling my
nostrils and I breathed in deeply.

Chris lay in my arms breathing softly and I remembered when I went through
what he was going through now. I remembered my father telling me about sex
between men and women but railing against what he called dirty men that
might try and take advantage of me if I wasn't careful. I at least had a
father but Chris was struggling, trying to understand his sexuality.

Maybe I can help him understand it but before I could, we needed to
understand our feelings for each other. I hadn't felt what I was feeling for
him with anyone and I knew we had to be careful, I had to be careful.

"Chris, I think you should get cleaned up, we can talk some more later. For
now though, you should be getting home, your mother might be worried about
you."

I felt like biting my tongue off as I spoke to him, feeling his body tighten
in my arms.

Sitting up, pulling my arms away from him, he turned looking at me with a
hurt look in his eyes. My arms wanted to gather him in again but I resisted
as he moved from the bed going into the bathroom.

Tears filled my eyes watching him move away from me, his shoulders sagging.
"Why?" I asked myself, "Why was I falling in love with him?"

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