Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 14:59:54 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Christopher(Chris) #6 CHRISTOPHER(CHRIS) By Lee Mariner October 2002 DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for adult reading and involved homosexual acts. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. IF YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN BE LIFE THREATENING. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced or copied in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: October 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #6 - The Future Sleeping with Chris was like sleeping with a restless puppy. He may have thought he wanted to sit up and talk but almost at the moment his head hit the pillow he was gone. During the night he kneed me in a rather sensitive area but then he would cuddle closer. I'm not sure when I fell off too sleep but I awoke to the buzz of my bedside alarm clock and Chris reaching over me trying to turn it off. Rolling and leaning backwards I slapped the switch turning it off and him laying half on and half off my chest. "Good morning." I said kissing his forehead. "Sleep well?" "Better then I have in a long time." He said coquettishly, his brown eyes gleaming. Scooting a little closer and laying his leg over mine he caressed my hardening nipples rolling them with the palm of his hand his lips tantalizingly close to mine. Pressing his hard cock against my hip, he ran his fingers over my rib cage sending a shiver through me and I inhaled quickly almost gasping at the sensation. His lips were soft but not demanding as we kissed gently and he pulled my hips tighter too him. His heart rate and mine were increasing, our breathing becoming heavier as desire for each other built inside of us and he squeezed my raging hardon tight, his eyes searching mine. Sliding on top he gently rotated his hips rolling his hard cock over mine in the softness of our combined thick pubic hair. Sliding his hands and arms under my shoulders Chris pulled himself tighter lowering his body on mine, his eyes shining, his hips rotating, thrusting his hard cock against mine. An ecstatic burning sensation increased in my loins from the friction, my hips responding meeting and joining Chris's erotic movements. Locking his legs with mine and holding him tight, we rotated our hips with increasing intensity. Our muscles rippling, tightening and flowing like those of a racehorse driving for the finish line in a euphoric fog of desire. Groaning loudly and arching his back, Chris drove his pelvis against mine in a crushing thrust his hot sperm spilling between us. With each spasm of his throbbing cock, his hips jerked slapping his balls against mine sending me over the edge a split second after his cataclysmic eruption and I grabbed his ass cheeks driving upwards against him. I could feel the hot magma of life boiling in my nuts as they tightened, exploding in a volcanic eruption in a steady stream mixing with the cream that erupted from within Chris and an almost unending river. I sucked air deep in my lungs gasping, my muscles tightening at the intensity and I felt his rapid heart beat matching mine, breathing in short gasps. Slowly the warmth of the sexual afterglow flowed over us and we both relaxed, Chris laying his head on the pillow next to mine still on top of me, his smooth body like warm velvet. We lay quietly for several minutes the only sound in the room the tick of the bedside clock combined with the feel of his heart beating as he breathed softly. "I haven't done that since I was your age Chris. I said running my fingers up and down his spine. "Did you do it with a pillow like I did Charlie? I did it that way when I was alone wishing it was someone like you." "You won't be doing it that way anymore Chris but we better get cleaned up or we might wind up cemented together and besides that, I need to piss." "That would be okay with me but your right, I do too." He said rolling off of me. Both of us were covered with sperm and it was starting to liquefy and run down into our pubic hair and we both still had half hard cocks from the urgent need to empty swollen bladders. * * * * * * * * * After we relieved ourselves and showered, I put on my robe and went into the kitchen area while Chris moved his clothes into the smaller bedroom. I put on a pot of coffee and while it was making thought about things I would have to do if I was going too adopt Chris. He came in wearing my other bathrobe, his face shining, while I was pouring orange juice. "What are we going to do today Charlie?" He asked sitting on one of the stools around the counter. "We are meeting Lance this afternoon but first I have to go in too my office before we do that. You, I am afraid, will have to stay here until I finish up at work so I can take time off. You might want to go through the things you brought with you while I'm gone and we can get an idea of what you need." "That won't take long, going through what I brought I mean." He said drinking his juice looking a little downcast. Moving too the front of the counter where Chris was sitting, I took a stool next to his glancing up at the clock on the wall, it was almost 8AM. I had plenty of time before the bank opened. Reaching out for Chris, I pulled him too me holding him between my legs my arms around his waist. He had a puppy dog look in his eyes but they twinkled a little as he moved closer pushing his groin into mine putting his arms around my neck and I could feel his cock hardening jabbing into my nuts like a steel javelin. "Christopher." I said huskily, my cock hardening, swelling at the touch of his in my crotch.. "You are a sexy devil and you aren't helping me think about things we need to get done." "It's your fault Charlie, holding me like you are. I can't help it if you make me horny." He said teasingly and then sliding his hand down between us squeezing his cock and mine together, leaning in and kissing me. I would have been easy to take him in my arms and carry him into the bedroom or lay with him on the couch but I took his face between my hands looking into his eyes. "Chris baby, we have a lifetime ahead of us to love each other but right now there is so much we have to do and only a short time to do it in. I've got to make arrangements with my job to take time off and then get in touch with Lloyd my lawyer. He will want to meet you after I tell him what we want. You are going to meet people and you will have to be careful about what you say. Answer Lloyd truthfully but be careful about what others you meet might ask. Last night you did great with Lance but there are others like him, some worse. Lance is okay but he is a gossip and inclined to embellish things he hears. There might be some snide remarks made about you being so young and living with me and there are people that won't or don't want too understand that and make nasty remarks about us. You haven't been around people that enjoy making you uncomfortable just for the fun of it. Most of what they say is jealousy but some can really get mean. I don't want to lose you Chris but until we legally belong together it could happen if you aren't careful. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I guess so Charlie. It's just that no one has ever treated me like you have and I guess I'm afraid I'll lose you." He said moving back from me, closing his robe. "No." I said standing up I put my arms around him again kissing his forehead. "We won't lose each other Chris. It's like you said, God brought us together because we belong with each other, too each other." I said softly. "But I didn't fall in love with you for this Chris." I said, feeling his cock through his robe. "I fell in love with you for you." "That's the way I feel Charlie." Chris whispered, his head against my chest. "I'll be ready when you get back and I won't be any trouble, I promise." Laughing, I lifted his head looking into his eyes, "Don't go celibate on me Chris, a little trouble is always fun at the right time. There is dry cereal in the cabinet next to the fridge. There is plenty of O/J and milk so you eat something before I get back, I won't be gone long." Chris was munching on a bowl of Bran Flakes when I finished dressing. The look on his face told me he wasn't crazy about dry cereal. "We'll go too the store later and stock up on some groceries after we finish up with Lance. I'm not much on breakfast and most of my eating is out." "We can still do that Charlie." He said his face lighting up. "Not if we are going to set up a household we can't. I know a little bit about cooking even though I don't do much of it and you young man are going to start learning how to take care of your room." I said kissing him lightly on the lips. "Jeez, talking like a father and I'm not even adopted yet." "You will be and there is nothing like getting a head start. Don't forget to go through your things and please, don't answer the telephone or open the door while I'm gone." I said. "Yes sir." He said throwing me a mock salute as I left. * * * * * * * * * It only took about 15 minutes and I was parking in the banks underground garage. Clyde the elevator operator/security man recognized me with his usual greeting. "Good morning Mr. Mercer. Did you have a good weekend?" "Yes I did Clyde, how about yourself? Take me up to Mr. Hollingsworth's floor if you don't mind." I said, not waiting for his answer since it was usually an automatic response in the affirmative, Clyde was pretty tight lipped. There were the usual good mornings and nods as I passed people on the way too Clarence David Hollingsworth's office. He was my immediate superior and a sort of mentor. We had grown friendly during several meetings after I joined the bank and he was eventually influential in my being transferred from an outlying branch too the main office. Clarence was senior vice-president for finance and real estate and everyone in his immediate circle called him CD. He was an imposing man in his 50's, a little over 6' with silvery gray hair and piercing blue eyes. He was married with 2 daughters and an extremely handsome & charismatic son a year or two younger then me. I had met Earl Hollingsworth on a social level at several business functions and I had my suspicions about him but that was as far as it went. Some of his questions and looks were a little too personal and since we both worked for his father that was reason enough not to become too friendly with him. Sometimes I had the feeling that CD and I got along so well because he may have suspected his son was gay and probably thought the same of me since I was not married and lived alone even though I had escorted Elizabeth Grant his secretary too several bank functions. It surprised me when he recommended me for the position of junior vice-president over his son and I had the feeling Earl resented me for it, another reason for not being too friendly with him. If he was gay or not, I didn't need that sword hanging over my head. Not if I wanted to stay with the bank for very long. I didn't know it then but Earl would have an influence on my career that almost destroyed it. Elizabeth Grant, a stunningly beautiful young lady with dark silky brown hair and searching brown eyes was CD's secretary and we both knew each other's stories. We had gone out several times out of a mutual need for appearances and on our second "date" she expressed her suspicions by asking me if I was gay. When I admitted I was she told me she had suspected it since I didn't try and hit on her and she told me she was a lesbian. We became fast friends after that and escorted each other whenever there was a need and it helped us both. "Good morning Charles. He is inside but Earl is with him, be careful, I think he is hung over." She said softly as she pushed CD's intercom button. "Mr. Mercer to see you Mr. Hollingsworth." "Send him in Elizabeth. Will you see if there is some coffee in the storeroom please? I seem to be out and I'm sure Charles would like some." "Yes sir, right away." Elizabeth answered, wrinkling her nose at me as I passed her, opening CD's office door. CD's office was large and airy with one wall of glass windows looking down over the city from 14 floors up. There was a large desk strategically placed at one end with a full credenza behind it built into the wall with bookcases on either side. A wet bar with overstuffed leather chairs and a couch at the other end and a private bathroom, all of the perks of being a Senior V/P. Earl was sitting at one of the three chairs in front of his father's desk but he didn't get up or look in my direction as I entered but CD did, walking around his desk towards me. "Good morning Charlie, Sorry about no coffee but we should have a pot as soon as Elizabeth brings us some. How was your weekend? I went over your last quarter's figures over the weekend, really great. Your report shows an 8.2% increase and that should make the board happy, have a seat." CD was always like a machine gun and spoke in a steady monotone when he started but his eyes never left your face, watching for a reaction. "Good morning Earl." I said sitting in a chair one removed from him, receiving only a nod. "You should take a weekend off CD instead of going over boring reports. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." "Not at all Charlie, Earl was just leaving." He said looking at his son. "Try and get those transfer reports too me by noon will you Earl? I need them for the board meeting this afternoon." Earl replied almost wearily, "yes sir" as he left and I detected a disdainful glance when he passed me. Being civil with someone that obviously did not like me was difficult but bank politics dictated it. "If I can help you out Earl, give me a buzz." "I think I can manage Mercer, I wouldn't want to take you away from anything important that Dad needs for his board meeting." He almost sneered over his shoulder and all but slamming the door behind him. CD looked as if he was in a mild shock listening too and watching his son leave. "Damn Charlie, I apologize for that. I don't know what's gotten into Earl lately, its as if I don't know him anymore." "No need to apologize CD, Earl's probably tired and maybe he still hasn't fully gotten over his mother's death." "No Charlie, it's not that. If I thought it was I'd see about getting him grief counseling. Ethel has been gone over 2 years now and the girls are doing fine, at least they seem to be. No, I don't' think it is that, it's something else but he won't talk with me anymore." "Give him time CD, he'll come around." "I hope so Charlie but you didn't come too see me about Earl. How can I help you, got a problem?" The quick jump from one thing too another was one of the reasons CD was a Senior V/P. He could see, analyze and resolve a problem quickly. He noticed Earl's demeanor and detected the sarcasm in his voice when he replied to my offer. Apologizing quickly with a short explanation, he moved on. "No problems in my department CD. With your permission, I would like to take the rest of the week off. There isn't anything pressing right now and Whittaker, my assistant, can handle anything that might come up. There are a couple of personal items that I need to take care of that will be easier if I don't try and do while working. I'm not going to be out of town so Whittaker can get in touch with me if he has to or I could call in every now and then." "If you say Whittaker can handle it Charlie that's good enough. Is there anything we can help you with?" That's the way CD would put it, speaking in the third person meaning he was available if needed. "Thanks for the offer CD." I said standing up. "Maybe later after I see how things work out. I appreciate the time off. I'll check with Whittaker on my way out and let him know he can call if he has to but he should be all right. Elizabeth can call me too if you need me for anything." CD got up from behind his desk and walked with me too his office door. "Call if we can help Charlie." He said just as Elizabeth came in carrying a can of Maxwell coffee. "Elizabeth, just in time. Charlie is taking the rest of the week off. Whittaker will be handling his department while he is gone." "I'll make a note of it Mr. Hollingsworth. How long will you be gone Mr. Mercer?" She asked a twinkle in her eye. "I'll be back next Monday. Call me if anything should come up that Whittaker has a problem with but I'm going to stop in my office before I leave." "Enjoy the week." She said taking the coffee too the wet bar. * * * * * * * * * Brett Whittaker was my assistant but his real title was Office Manager and at 25 he was proving to be a real asset. He had graduated from Harvard --cum laude-- with a Masters in Finance and Accounting. He had blond hair and gray eyes behind designer glasses that enhanced rather then detracted from his clean cut appearance and he dressed impeccably in tailored business suits made to show, in a very subtle way, his solid build. He had the air of a competent and confident young man that knew what he wanted and his ability to get it without being arrogant, I liked him. He would always see me come in the office but unlike some others he didn't make a show of greeting or looking busy for my benefit. When he saw me walk in, he waited a few minutes until after I had entered my office before coming in with a folder. "Good morning Mr. Mercer." "Charlie-- Brett, I've asked you to call me Charlie when we are in my office. Would you ask Koleen to bring in some coffee, first and then we can go over a few things? I'm taking the rest of the week off." Brett stepped outside and asked Koleen my secretary to bring us the coffee. We talked about a few contracts that were in the works that he could handle without me and when Koleen came in I gave her the same information asking her to stay. In her usual efficient way, she made several notes while we were talking. "That should cover it Brett, if anything comes up or you have any questions you can call me on my cell phone." I said. "What about signatures if they are needed?" Koleen asked. "Anything routine, Brett can handle Koleen. If you should have a closeout, Mr. Hollingsworth will have to sign off on it." "C.D. Hollingsworth?" Brett asked grinning slightly. "Of course CD." I said returning his grin. "If there is nothing else, I have a couple of calls too make." After they left, I called Lloyd Weber's office and his secretary told me he was in court and she didn't expect him back in the office until some time after lunch. I asked her to let him know I had called and I'd call him back later in the afternoon before 5PM. An outside line was flashing on my phone and then Koleen's voice came over my intercom, "Mr. Mercer, there is a Mr. Spencer on line 2. He said he was your tailor and needed to speak with you about a fitting?" "I'll take it Koleen, thanks." I said punching the lit button. "When did you become my tailor Lance?" "Ever since I measured your big dick lover." He whispered." What time were you and Chris coming in today?" "Around 1 o'clock this afternoon. Why are you whispering?" "Because I'm using the phone at the cashier's counter and I have a problem." "Don't you usually but what are you doing at work? I thought you weren't supposed to go in until this afternoon? It's only 11:30." I said glancing at my watch. "Because fuzzy nuts is breaking my balls and called me in for a meeting. They want to set up a collegiate show, I'll tell you about it later. Can you come in about 2 or 2:30PM? We should be finished by then. I won't get any lunch but he doesn't care if we starve." He whispered so low I almost didn't hear him. Lance had a way of getting overly excited when things did not follow a set down pattern but he was a hell of a men's clothing salesman. "Don't get your circuits overloaded Lance, Chris and I'll be there later. We will bring you a sandwich if you want." I offered. "A couple of hot sausages, no mustard would be nice. You can stick one in my ass while I eat the other. I gotta go see you." He said hanging up before I could answer. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant by a couple of sausages and not just one. Lance was never really subtle when it came to something he wanted. Glancing at my wristwatch again, it was almost 11:45. Pushing the intercom button for Elizabeth's desk, she answered sexily, "Yes Charles. You haven't left yet?" "Not yet 'Liz but just about to. Are you busy?" "CD recorded a few letters he needs typed, why?" "I was thinking that if you didn't have plans for lunch we could meet at Lindy's. We haven't been there in awhile and I'm free until 2:30." "I'd like that. CD is going upstairs for a board luncheon and I should be able to meet you in an hour if that's okay?" "See you then." I said, hanging the phone up but wondering about how she would take meeting Chris. * * * * * * * * *