Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 16:21:04 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher(Chris) #3

CHRISTOPHER(CHRIS)
By
Lee Mariner

August 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual between young gay
men and boys. All characters named are fictional and are in no way related
to any person or persons living or deceased. Any perceived similarity is
purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR
YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX. IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.
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Copyright: August 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #3 - The Future??

Chris went into the bathroom without looking back, his shoulders visibly
sagging. My mind was whirling, eyes stinging from tears as he left me.
Emotions were running rampant inside of me and it took a lot of effort for
me not to follow him. The urge to take him in my arms and tell him how I
felt was almost overpowering but logic said otherwise. Had I let my needs,
lust, take control when I should have been more circumspect in what we were
doing? After all, I was the adult, not Chris, and supposed to know the right
and wrong of becoming involved with a minor. What future was there in
falling in love with a 17-year-old teenager, still in school and living with
his mother?

Emoryville, Maryland on the ocean was not even my home, Philadelphia was. I
had bought the cottage for a get away from city life not as a lure for off
color sexual encounters.

Chris was an accident that had happened but I couldn't help but thinking was
it really an accident?  He had appeared by my trailer, I wasn't looking for
anyone much less someone as young as him. The last time I had sex with a
teenager, I was one myself. I didn't know a thing about Chris except he had
told me. He was almost 17, lived with his mother and had no father but I
didn't even know his last name. Why in the hell did I doubt him now after
just guiding him through his first sexual experience with another man?

It's hard to admit that I was just as guilty as him, if not more. He may
only be a teenager but I had wanted him probably more then he wanted sex
with me. The sooner I admitted that, the easier it would be for both of us.
I liked the feel of his young hard body next too me. I liked the innocence
and vibrancy, the fresh sex. He had made me feel needed and deep inside of
me, I needed him.

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I could hear the water running in the shower and swung out of bed pulling on
my robe. I was going to need a shower myself but not just now. His bathing
suit was in the dryer and getting it I took it into the bathroom and laid it
on the washbasin counter.

"Chris, your suit is on the washbasin." I said a little loudly over the
rushing water.

I heard him say, "Thanks Mr. Mercer, I'm almost finished" as I walked out of
the bathroom.

It was like a knife stabbing in my chest when I heard him use my surname and
not Charlie. A feeling of sadness filled me as I sat down at the table in
the kitchen wondering what I was going too do when he came out. It could be
ended now but he would still be here when I visited the cottage. That he
could be vengeful hadn't crossed my mind but it was nagging me in the back
of my mind. That he might go off the deep end and start frequenting the
bathhouses he had told me about was something I didn't want too happen.
"Christ," I thought," Charles Mercer for a supposed to be gay adult you have
really screwed this up." I was so deep in thought I didn't notice him
standing in the doorway looking at me.

"Charlie." He said softly. "I was hoping you liked me. Did I do something
wrong?"

Chris stood in the doorway with only the black swimsuit covering him.
Developing muscles highlighted by his chestnut brown tan, soft luminescent
brown eyes a little sad as he asked me the question.

Inhaling deeply, I gazed at him for a moment before saying, "No Chris, you
haven't done anything wrong. Sit with me a few minutes before you go home."

"Then, if I haven't, why are you sending me home? I thought we were getting
along pretty good together.  I liked what we did and I thought you did too.
I was hoping you would let me stay with you tonight my mom won't care. I
could help you work outside tomorrow and stuff like that."

He had talked so fast that he was almost out of breath and his eyes were
pleading with me. My heart was racing and we both were trying to catch our
breath looking at each other.

"Chris, listen too me. I'm not sending you home. That's the last thing I
want to do. But your mother would be worried about you and might come
looking for you. She might get the wrong idea and report me for molesting a
minor and that would be a real problem for me if she did that."

"She wouldn't know what we were doing. Besides, if she did that, I'd tell on
her about all of the men she picks up at the bar and brings home for sex.
She does it almost every night and they pay her. She's lucky she hasn't
gotten pregnant again. I see all the rubbers they use in the bathroom
wastebasket even though she tries to wrap them up in tissues. She stopped
flushing them down the toilet when it stopped up and the landlord got really
mad at her and threatened to throw us out. "

That surprised me for a moment; he hadn't said anything about his life at
home or his mother. The thought that maybe there was a reason Chris didn't
know his father crossed my mind briefly. His mother might not know who he
really was. It damn sure was not the first time it had happened and it would
not be the last. His threat to tell on his mother was something I sure
didn't want, it could be a lot of trouble for everyone.

"Chris, you don't want too do that. If she were to report us then I would be
in trouble, she might be in trouble and you might even be taken from her and
placed in a foster home or even a place for delinquent children."

"I ain't any kid Charlie! If I don't tell them anything nothing can happen
too you can it? It would be like my word against hers wouldn't it? She says
lots of nasty stuff when she is drunk and then forgets it later."

"Don't get excited Chris, you are still a minor until you reach 18.
Regardless of what you did or did not say, the authorities would investigate
just on the accusation your mother would make. She may or may not have sex
for money but the damage that might be caused would ruin me if it got back
too where I work and I could be put in jail for it. They might find out
enough that the courts would deem her as an unfit mother and take you away
from her and I know you don't want that. Has your mother ever told you about
your father?"

"Only that he was a Marine and they met in a bar. He was supposed to have
left with another girl but she didn't know where they went."

"Did she know his name Chris? Where he lived or was stationed?"

"She never told me anything about him, Charlie except what I told you. I
guess his name was Conner that's what my name is."

"Is that your mother's name, Conner?"

"Nah, her name is Shelia Wrightman. She did tell me once that my
grandparents, her mom and dad live out in some place called Ironton. That's
in W. Virginia I think. I have never seen them though. Charlie, do you have
another bathrobe or something I can put on? I'm getting cold just wearing
this suit."

I hadn't thought about him sitting almost naked in the A/C and he was
shivering a little. It was stupid of me thinking more about what he was
saying then if he might be cold.

"I'm sorry Chris. Wait a minute."

I didn't have another robe and I pulled the light blanket off of the bed. He
had his arms crossed when I put it around his shoulders and I adjusted the
thermostat.

Chris huddled in the blanket his soft brown eyes following me and when I
started to sit back down he said.

"Bet I'd get warmer if you held me for a little while."

The sadness had left his eyes and I could tell he was feeling better then he
had a few minutes earlier. Running my fingers through his still damp hair, I
leaned down and kissed him gently. "How about we sit on the couch?"

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The whirr of the A/C stopped from the re-adjustment of the thermostat but
the room was still cool. Chris pulled the blanket closer around him and
snuggled under my arm. Placing his head on my chest he lifted his legs and
hung them between my legs over my knee. His breathing was soft and slow and
he felt warm against me.

He laid half on and half off of me, a soft thrilling wave washing over me as
I held him. I could feel his strong hard arm muscles under my fingers as I
gently stroked him. Everything he had told me was sifting through my mind,
he really didn't have much of a life and not that much too look forward to
from what he had said. I didn't know what I could do too help but maybe I
could.

"Chris, is your mother home now?"

"I guess she is Charlie, I never really know. Why?"

"Well if you are going to stay here tonight and tomorrow you need more
clothes then just a swimsuit.  Do you think you could run home and get
something else too wear? Maybe a couple of pairs of shorts and shirts with
some underwear socks and shoes?"

He sat up looking at me sharply a hint of fear in his eyes when he said,
"Are you going to be here when I get back Charlie? Your not going to leave
after I'm gone are you?"

Taking his face in my hands I looked at him tenderly, "Chris, Chris don't
you trust me? There is no way I would do that too you. I'm going to take a
shower while your gone and after you get back, we will go out for something
to eat, I'm starved."

His head hung a little as he said softly, "I'm sorry Charlie, and I
shouldn't have said that and I do trust you."

"Good. Now go get those clothes and take this with you." I said handing him
$20. "That's in case your mother is home and asks you how much you made
working for me. What are you going to say if she asks you where you are
going?"

"She never asks. I just tell her I'm going out and she tells me to stay out
of trouble. I'll be back in a few minutes, probably before you finish taking
your shower."

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It was almost comical watching Chris pushing his bicycle through the sand,
his legs churning, muscles rippling from the effort. In the evening glow of
the setting sun, his body seemed to glow a deep burnished bronze and his sun
lightened hair gleamed reflecting the lessening light. A deep feeling of
longing swelled in my chest as I watched him peddle out of sight once he
reached the tarmac.

The terry cloth of the robe rubbing against the dried sperm on my chest and
stomach reminded me I needed that shower instead of standing in the door
watching Chris leave. His plaintiff pleading, "your not going to leave
before I get back" crackled in my head. Other thoughts then leaving him were
formulating. How could I make him a part of my life? Could it even be
possible? I needed to talk with Lloyd when I got back home and see what he
said.

The warm water cascading over me felt wonderful. I hadn't realized how tense
I was when talking with Chris and I could feel my muscles slowly relaxing
while the water flowed over me. It was tempting to stand there but Chris had
warned he would probably be back before I finished my shower. He was close
to being right. I was drying off when he burst into the bathroom still in
his swimsuit but carrying one of those plastic bags grocery stores used for
packing groceries. Whatever he had in the bag was probably going to need
touching up with an iron before he could wear it.

It was obvious he had been running from the way he was breathing, his chest
rising and falling quickly as he tried catching his breath. For all of being
a 17yr old, he looked like some innocent kid that had missed his ride on the
Ferris wheel or merry-go-round. His eyes gleamed for a moment and then he
looked disappointed.

"Aw shucks." He exclaimed." I thought I get back before you were out of the
shower, darn I was too late."

It's funny how some things can make you feel but at that moment all I wanted
was to take him in my arms and hug him tight. He stood there holding that
overstuffed plastic bag and I was totally naked both of us looking at each
other frozen for a moment not exactly sure what to do. Caught in one of
those little glitches in time that seems sort of unreal.

Dropping the towel and stepping towards him, I took his shoulders in my
hands squeezing them before saying, "You little imp, there are other things
besides that."

"Besides what Charlie?" He said softly, eyes twinkling a grin on his almost
cherubic face. He was playing with me and he knew it and the effect I was
having on me. He leaned his head back a little as I brushed his lips with
mine.

"I love you Christopher Conner."

"I've loved you since the first time I saw you Charlie." He whispered
molding his body too mine, arms holding me tight.

We stood holding each other emotionally melding from within. We all have a
Karma and this was mine, Chris was meant too be with me and whatever power
had brought us together was creating that bond. If there were anyway I could
keep us together, I would find it one-way or the other.

"Chris." I said softly. "Lets see what you have in the bag and get dressed."

"Sure." He said backing away picking up the bag he had dropped. "First
though, can I ask you something and you won't think I'm being silly?"

"You can ask me anything you want Chris." I said taking the bag from him.

"Don't laugh at me Charlie but can I stay here with you when you come and
you can be my dad. Please, mom won't mind if I do."

His question was like a bolt of lightening striking me. When I looked into
his eyes, there was a look of hesitation, fear. I couldn't answer him. My
mind went blank and I could only feel my gut tightening, the breath knocked
out of me as I walked into the bedroom carrying his clothing bag. It was
almost like he was reading my mind I thought as I sat on the bed, him
following me slowly. Chris had almost articulated what I had been thinking
but an inner voice said not to say anything just yet. False hopes if he or I
had any along those lines could be ruined with the wrong words. "Be careful
Mercer," a voice was saying as I finally looked up at him standing only a
couple of feet away shifting his feet nervously.

"Well Chris, when you get too the point you don't mess around do you? Trying
to be you father is not something I am used to but maybe we can try, who
knows maybe I would make a good one. Staying with me when I come down might
be a problem even though you say your mother wouldn't care. Mother's can be
very funny about some things Chris and their sons are one of them. I'm not
saying you can't. Don't misunderstand me like the misunderstanding we had a
little while earlier. You are still a minor and that is why we have to be
very careful. But lets see what happens okay?"

It was as if a dam had burst and the raging waters were engulfing us both,
he was all over me knocking me back on the bed. He covered my face with
kisses almost squealing in delight trying to get as close as he could. He
caught me off guard for a bit and then I returned his kisses in kind
enjoying the feel of his hard muscled body pressing on mine. Our passions
swelled and I felt his cock harden under the cloth of his swimsuit pressing
against mine. He held himself up on his arms, his groin tight against me
eyes gleaming breathing as heavy as I was.

"Let me have you Charlie, please. I want to try and let you feel the way I
am. Let me taste what's inside of you."  He pleaded and I wanted him to.

The way I was feeling all I could do was nod my head in a yes and he rolled
off of me too the center of the bed, stripping his suit off as he did while
I moved up in the center with him.

No sooner had my head hit the pillow and he was on top of me driving his
cock between my legs. I gasped at the feel of his steel hard thick 6" cock
pressed against that soft spot between balls and asshole his soft pubic hair
covering those balls. Pre-cum flowed from my cock as electric shocks shot
through every muscle in me from the intensity.

It didn't dawn on me that what he had done when he drove his cock into my
crotch was accidental and not deliberate. The ecstasy of feeling his hard
throbbing cock between my legs was overpowering and I wanted him inside of
me.

Chris slid his arms up under my shoulders and gripped me with his hands
kissing me. His tongue was like a hot poker searching, searing my mouth. His
eyes gleamed, sparkled as he kept grinding and twisting his hips. When he
started to move, I gripped his head in my hands holding him and lifted my
legs up and around him locking my ankles behind his narrow waist. He looked
at me quizzically when I whispered, "Stay where you are, and don't move."

"But I can't move Charlie, you're holding me to tight."

"I don't want you to move yet. Just stay there, relax, and enjoy it."

"That's not fair, I can't get too you like this if I'm going to do what I
wanted."

"You will Chris, just not yet. You asked me to teach you and this is another
lesson. Follow what I tell you and relax."  I said releasing him and letting
my legs fall back onto the bed my hands stroking his hard muscled back.

It was almost as if a light had lit behind his eyes they gleamed so bright.
I could feel a quiver of excitement building in him as he looked at me.

"Charlie, are you going to, going to let me errrrr want me to go inside of
you?"

"Does that bother you? You said you wanted for me to feel like you were
didn't you?"

"Of course I do but I didn't think about that way, I was going to try and
suck your cock not fuck you. I've only seen that being done in magazine
pictures. Won't it hurt? Shouldn't we use rubbers or slick stuff?"

"Condoms we should use yes. The slick stuff as you call it, maybe in some
cases. Depends on how you feel or want too feel. Didn't you tell me you had
not had sex with anyone else?"

"Of course and I haven't until I met you. But in school they are always
telling the older boys about AIDS and diseases you can catch if your not
careful."

"That's right Chris, you should use protection when having sex. If it were
anybody beside you, we would be using a condom. I know I am safe and if you
have been honest with me about yourself there's no need for them this once.
Besides that, it feels so much better without one and I want to feel if you
are as much of a man as you think you are."

With that taunting comment he drove his hips and cock tighter against me an
almost evil grin on his face. Brushing my lips with his he said almost as
tauntingly, "I think I know what to do but you show me."

The fleeting though crossed my mind as I lifted my legs onto his shoulders
that fucking must be a natural instinct in men and animals. No one showed
animals how it is done so why should a healthy virile young man or men need
teaching.

Chris lifted his body upwards and my ass lifted with him. Moving a little
closer on his knees he leaned forward and I felt the head of his pre-cum
slick cock touch the entrance I so needed for him to enter and fill.
Gripping his cock with my hand, I held him and I could feel the anus of my
ass quivering in anticipation. His eyes gleamed as he looked down at me
licking his lips like a wolf about to devour his prey.

"Easy now Chris, take it slow. Don't try and push it all in at once, just
let your body weight sort of let it slide in. Your cock may only be 6" but
it still takes time to get used to."

I could have bit my tongue off when I heard myself saying that. The last
thing you ever wanted to do was criticize the size of a man's cock but he
didn't react other then do as I had said. I could feel the pressure as he
pushed gently. When he penetrated, my sphincter muscle snapped around his
cockhead and he groaned from deep in his chest his muscles tightening. "Oh
god Charlie" he squealed shaking his head from side to side.

"Easy Chris, easy. Just wait, it gets better."

I was trying too relax but that first penetration sent intense feelings
rushing upwards filling me with fire. Slowly he let his cock sink in my ass
filling the rectal channel with his hot throbbing meat. Every beat of his
racing heart made his cock surge as he went deeper until I felt his thick
pubic hair pressing against me. His thick 6" cock that I had said was only
6" felt as huge as any cock that had been there before him.

He lay still for a moment, his head buried in the pillow next to mine with
his cock imbedded inside of me to the hilt. Sweat poured from both of us and
an intense euphoric feeling of pressure filled me spreading over us.
Stroking his sweat slick body I whispered in his ear, "Just let your body
lead you Chris."
It felt like he had taken complete control and his hips drove in a
relentless piston movement in and out building to the heights of a
shattering symphonic crescendo that would engulf us both. His soft moans
said how much he was enthralled, held by the intensity of the feelings his
body was experiencing for the first time. The increasing speed of his hips
and his thick cock brushing my prostate sent fiery bolts into my brain and I
could feel molten churning sperm rising to be released in a flood when he
suddenly tightened and groaned loudly, "Oh Christ Charlie,I'm cumming.
Jesus."

At the moment his cock jerked and he slammed his hips tight into me I could
feel his hot sperm filling my bowels and stars, blinding hot flashes seared
my brain. Great hot molten streams of my seed gushed from my cock in spasm
after spasm covering my chest and stomach. Dropping my legs back around
Chris I held him tight pushing his cock deeper trying to drain his seed
squeezing the base of his cock with my sphincter muscle. I didn't want to
let him go, I wanted him there forever but we both collapsed together and my
legs fell back on the bed. His chest and mine were heaving sucking in great
draughts of air and our muscles were slowly relaxing as our cocks softened.
When he slipped from me he uttered a small grunt and I felt that inevitable
sense of emptiness that one feels after having been filled.

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We both were exhausted and lay quietly, him on top of me with my arms around
his chest and I slowly caressed him. Chris nibbled on my one ear while his
fingers played with the other tickling and it seemed to increase that soft
afterglow that follows when you are completely satisfied and you feel at
peace with everyone but mostly with yourselves.

"Chris." I said softly.

"Yeah."

"I think it's a little late to be going out for something to each, don't
you? What say I fix us some sandwiches with milk after we take a shower?"

He didn't answer for a minute or two, just raised his head looking into my
eyes.

Its funny what people can say with only a look but I could see what he was
thinking and it made me warm all over and he leaned down kissing me softly.

"Maybe it sounds silly Charlie but as long as I'm with you anything is
alright."

"I think you are older then 17 Chris, at least tonight you are. Lets get
showered."

Getting out of bed we went to the bathroom and while he was adjusting the
water a sudden urge struck me in the bowels. It had been a long time since I
had had that feeling. I quickly sat on the commode with him looking at me in
amazement.

"It happens sometimes right afterwards." I said sheepishly as he sort of
laughed.

"I wondered where it would go, now I know." He said stepping under the
shower water.

With a sudden rush, another of those silly thoughts hit me. "Yeah, he was
not 17 tonight and his cock was bigger then 6" and I wondered what the
future would hold for us.

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