Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 15:26:29 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Christopher(Chris) #7 CHRISTOPHER(Chris) By Lee Mariner December 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story intended for adult readers only. It depicts homosexual acts between young gay men and boys. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such 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. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written or am writing can be found in the Nifty Archives of prolific authors under my pen name of Lee Mariner. This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or reproduced in any manner without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written consent of the author. Copyright: December 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #7 Life was good I thought driving south on Broad St.. July had been oppressively hot and humid but August was slipping away warm and comfortable. I had already experienced several successes in my short 30 years but meeting Christopher Larkin, Chris for short. I smiled too my self thinking of how he had introduced himself to me, "Hi Mister, my name is Christopher but people call me Chris." He was dressed like most young guys at the beach, bathing suit and the hair on their heads. He was confident and maybe just a little cocky but he was solidly built, his body showing signs of developing into a work of art. He had broad tanned shoulders, a small waist with defined pecs and a hard flat stomach showing the start of developing abdominal muscles. His smile was broad and showed brilliant even white teeth, his hair was sun bleached light brown and he had dark brown luminous eyes. When I guessed his age at 16 he protested and let me know he was 16 almost 17. Yeah, I thought, a little cocky but not arrogant. Because of his lean hard muscled body, his height was a little deceiving and he looked quite a bit shorter then my 5'10". His head came up just a little higher then my shoulder at 5'7" and between us there was only 10 lbs difference, me at 155 and him at 145. The big difference, I guess you could say, although it has always been irrelevant too me was my 8" uncut cock and his cut 6". Even at that, his was quite a bit thicker then mine. Friends of mine always told me I had a cock made for fucking and not hurting someone's asshole. None of it made any real difference, meeting Chris had changed my life and hopefully it would his. He had no father that he knew and an alcoholic drug-using mother who prostituted herself. I couldn't see any obstacle that would stand in the way of my adopting him. I had a good job, stability, impeccable reputation and I could offer Chris all of this in comparison to what he was used too. Yeah, I thought again, life had been good to me and I wanted to share it with him and watch him, help him grow and mature. With Lloyd's help, that was going to happen. * * * * * * * * * The garage was all but empty when I drove in; there was only one other car. When I pushed my Ident-Card in the slot to open the elevator, it occurred to me that Chris was going to need one eventually and I made a mental note to ask the President of the residents committee for another one and have him registered as being a resident of the building. That is one thing I didn't like about living in a condo. Even though you owned it, you needed permission to do anything. The elevator doors slid back almost silently and I started to call for Chris but I didn't see him in the living room. I probably should have called and told him I was coming home earlier then I had thought but since he wasn't in the living room, he had to be in one of the bedrooms and I could surprise him. I could hear rock music coming from one of the bedrooms as I walked across the living room too the hall. It wasn't the loud grinding rock that some kids like but a softer variety. I didn't follow rock but it wasn't bad sounding and when I reached the doorway too what was to be Chris's bedroom, I saw him standing across the room putting clothes into the built-in dresser drawers. On the bed, he had two piles of clothing, one was folded and the other pile was obviously discards. He stood flexing his knees and nodding his head in time with the music wearing a pair of light blue briefs, soft sort of "tonk de tonk" sounds coming from his direction as he followed the music. I leaned against the doorframe watching him, a strong feeling of pride filling me swelling my heart. His broad back gleamed a soft dark rose color from the indirect lighting and his briefs fit around the cheeks of his ass like another skin. His hair was darker from being still damp after taking a shower. I still didn't know why I fell for him so hard but leaning against the door with my arms folded over my chest it was pure pleasure watching him. No lust, just a deep feeling of pleasure. He must have sensed he was not alone and when he turned he jumped slightly dropping the shirts he was putting away. "Jesus Chuck, you scared the hell out of me. How long have you been standing there?" "Chuck?" I said lifting an eyebrow. "It's easier then calling you Charlie or Charles all of the time. How long have you been home?" "Not very long. I should have called but this is better. I never thought I could love someone so much. Even from the back you're beautiful. Did you just take a shower?" "A little while ago remember? You really haven't been gone that long. I didn't think you would be home until around noon since you said we are supposed to meet Lance at 1 o'clock." "I finished a little faster then I thought. Your room is looking good, lived in. We should put those things you don't want in a plastic bag. There are some Salvation Army drop boxes we can put them in. Let me get changed out of this suit into something more comfortable." I said removing my coat. "Can I help you?" He said a little huskier, moving closer and undoing my tie, pulling it from around my neck and my cock started getting hard seeing the look in his eyes. His eyes gleamed, his chest rising and falling quicker as he breathed. The bulge in his briefs was growing stretching the cotton fabric. I ran my hand over his hard satiny chest and around his waist pulling him tight against me. "Where do you want too start." I breathed huskily feeling the tightness in my groin, his hard cock pressing against me. "Here." He said pressing his lips to mine our tongues slipping into opened mouths. Dropping my coat too the floor I took him in both arms squeezing his hard muscled body closer as we kissed. The feeling of pre-seminal fluid oozing upwards in my cock sent fire surging through me. "We better use the bed Chris or I'm going to shoot my load in my pants." Chris swept the clothes off of the bed while I undressed almost tearing the buttons off my shirt. He slowly pushed his briefs down over his cheeks glancing over his shoulder with an impish grin before letting them drop too the floor around his ankles. He kicked them aside and turned facing me. His thick cock was like a steel javelin jutting towards me. He stretched like a tawny cat reaching his arms over his head up on the balls of his feet, his muscles rippling under soft unblemished golden flesh. Kicking my trousers and shoes aside I hooked my thumbs inside the band of my briefs and pushed them down until my wet cock sprang upwards slapping against my hard stomach and we stood looking at each other for a moment, his eyes locking with mine and there was an energy radiating, flowing between us. "You call me beautiful Chuck? Look in a mirror and see what I see. You look fantastic too me." He said as I moved too where he stood, his chest heaving. The muscles of his body felt like coiled spring steel under my fingers, packed with power and he molded his body to mine, his arms around my neck, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. We fell backwards on the bed with him under me. Putting my arm around and under his chest, he pushed while I pulled him all the way up on the bed laying his head on a pillow and I stretched out beside him with my arm under his neck. I thought of other men that I had been in bed with but Chris felt like he belonged next too me. He ran the fingers of one hand over my chest while he stroked my back with the other. Sharp electric sensations shot through me and I took his hard cock in my hand stroking it easily while I played with his hair with the other. Pushing my cock against his hip, I locked my leg over his pushing my knee up under his full balls and he moaned softly. His inner thighs were warm, velvety soft and his steel hard cock lifted its head, invitingly, from the pressure of my knee pressing against the soft perineum flesh between his balls and anus. He moaned again, lifting his hips slightly as I increased the pressure with my knee. The crown of his cock was inflamed bright red and pre-seminal fluid flowed in a sticky clear stream. Twisting around, I replaced my knee with my hand and continued pressing with my fingers, using my thumb to roll his balls. Lowering my head I opened my mouth and twisted my tongue around his cock licking and tasting the salty sweet fluid. Chris tightened his muscles at the touch of my tongue, his hands gripping the lat muscles in my back and I lowered my mouth over his cock. I heard a long low sigh and felt his body relaxing as the tension flowed from him as his cock sank in the depths of my throat. I felt the strong beat of his heart in his throbbing cock deep in my throat. His hands played in my hair as I held his cock with my lips deep in my throat and my tongue washed over the soft unveined under side the taste of his pre-seminal issue still in my mouth. I took my hot sticky cock in my hand and slowly started masturbating as I sucked his rigid cock drawing the seed from his tightening scrotum, his cock swelling a little each time I withdrew and then slid his cock back down my throat. His hands roamed over my back, kneading and squeezing while his hips rose and fell with the rhythm of my sucking mouth and I felt the pressure increasing as we raced to reach a cataclysmic eruption. My cock was throbbing, hardening and my nuts ached for release when Chris lifted his hips driving his cock deeper and his hands squeezed my waist. He groaned deep in his chest, his body tightening and his back arched his cock flooding my mouth and throat with scalding hot semen. The intensity of his orgasm and his hard thick cock swelling and jerking in my mouth with each surge of semen sent bolts of erotic energy flashing from my head down into my aching cock and balls generating a volcanic explosion of sperm erupting and covering my chest and stomach. Each spasm was a pain of pleasure and I gripped my cock tight while I drained the life from Chris. Time seemed to standstill for those few moments and all I wanted was to drink the aphrodisiac that he had given and I had drawn from the depths of his being until I felt him relaxing, drifting with me in the afterglow of a mutually sated hunger. Draining the last drops from his soft cock, it slipped from my lips and I fell back beside him his arm under my neck. Our breathing was slowly subsiding when he lifted his arm pulling my head too his. He kissed me softly looking into my eyes and I could see a deep love in their warm depths. "I love you Charlie." He whispered. I could see tears forming at the corners of his eyes and I kissed him again. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiling at me. I threw my arm over his chest and pulled him closer, warms feelings flowing through me. * * * * * * * * * We lay quietly for a few minutes and he ran his fingers through the semen covering my chest and stomach. Turning my head, I looked at him; there was an impish sparkle in his eyes. Lowering his head he licked some of the semen from my breast and he nipped the tip of the nipple. I felt a sharp tingling in my nuts and my cock jerked. Chris leaned back grinning. "Damn, don't you get enough? That's twice today and we haven't had lunch yet." "You just did but I haven't, not yet." "If you're a good boy, maybe dessert later. You forget that I'm not 17. It takes a little longer for some then others that aren't horny teenagers." "I don't believe that, not the way your cock started getting hard again when I bit your tit and you aren't that old. I've seen younger guys at the beach that weren't built as good as you are." "Oh Christ, I'm going to adopt a male nymphomaniac." "One who loves you very much." "That is mutual little one. Right now we better get cleaned up. We are meeting a friend of mine from the office for lunch before we see Lance." "I thought we were meeting Lance for lunch." "We were but he called and had to change plans, we are meeting him later. I asked Elizabeth too have lunch with us. I want her to meet you, you'll like her." "A girl?" He said, a surprised tone in his voice. "Yes. A beautiful girl who happens to be a lesbian and I trust her completely." I said as I swung out of bed. "A lesbian! I've never met a lesbian." "You will like Elizabeth Chris. We help each other out from time too time when we need dates for social or bank functions." "I guess so, how do you treat them? He said still laying in bed. "Like you would any girl. Just be your loveable self with her and she will be the same with you. Now get out of bed and let's shower. This stuff is starting to dry." * * * * * * * * * We showered and Chris was still in a playful mood. He would wash me paying particular attention to my cock and balls keeping both of us in a half agitated state of arousal. Showering together was becoming the time when we could explore each other's bodies and learn the little secret spots. We both were a little ticklish but Chris would squeal and I could feel his body vibrate when I ran my fingers over the backside of his ribs just below his armpit. He found out I liked the sensation of his fingers running up and down over my spin and we would wind up holding each other tight, laughing. Drying off, he went into his bedroom to dress. He surprised me when he came back as I was finishing. He was wearing dark brown slacks and an open throated pocket-less mint colored shirt. The shirt was pulled down and held tight by the elastic waistband of his slacks and showed the tight cut definition of his chest. His light brown hair was still damp and he had brushed it letting it lay in waves. The shirt picked up the dark brown of his eyes; shades of green were his complimenting color. "Wow! I might have to take a stick with me so I can beat the boys or girls off. You look great Chris." "Thanks, I had a few things but I never got a chance to wear them. I don't have a jacket or sweater that would look good though." "That we will take care of later. In the meantime wear this." I said taking a light tan London Fog windbreaker from the closet. Chris took it and putting it on he said, "Neat Chuck, thanks." "Keep it, it looks better on you then it did on me. We better get going." Driving back up Broad, I parked in a public garage just a block away from Lindy's instead of the banks. Chris was all eyes, looking everywhere as we walked the short block too 12th St. Lindy's was in a lot of people's opinion, the best Jewish Delicatessen on the East Coast. As a rule, it was always packed at lunchtime and I didn't know if we would get a table or not. Ben Goldmeir was the son of the owner and I saw him standing behind the cash register when we walked in. He was of German/Scandinavian decent and had black hair and light blue eyes. He must have taken to the maternal side of his family since his great grandmother was Norwegian and his features were more Nordic then German. He had high cheekbones and a square jaw but his eyes were his most captivating feature, it felt as if he was looking right though you and knew what you were thinking. The German side was in his build, solid and massive muscle. Not bulging muscle but well proportioned to his size of 6'3". He had a weapon that matched his size but he was as gentle as a pussycat in bed. Ben had what a lot of porn stars would like but he was not domineering preferring either position. He looked up as we walked in, his eyes lighting up. "Hi Charlie, Elizabeth said you were coming in. She called and I set up a table for you at the front of the balcony." "That's what makes her such a good secretary Ben. How long ago did she call?" "About an hour or so." He said looking over my shoulder raising his eyebrows. "Sorry Ben, this is Chris Larkin. Chris, Ben Goldmeir, an old friend." "Not that old Chris, its nice meeting you." He said extending his hand. Chris took his hand shaking it, his eyes riveted on Ben's thick forearm and bicep. "Nice meeting you too Sir." "Not Sir, Ben, please." "Yes sir, sorry." Chris said and Ben just grinned back at him. "Were you out of town again last weekend Charlie or did I miss you at lunch on Saturday?" Ben said as he took a customers ticket and money. "Out of town. Your busy Ben, we can talk later. Tell Elizabeth were here when she comes in will you?" "Sure thing, catch up with you later." Chris and I worked our way through the tables and I noticed a head or two turn our way as we passed. I recognized some from working at the bank and nodded at them as we passed. Ben had placed a small reserved sign on the table but it only had two chairs. Looking around I pulled one from another table after asking the young lady sitting at it if it was being used. Looking down from the balcony you could see the entire main floor of the delicatessen and the front door. I saw Elizabeth come in and Ben talking too her nodding up at the balcony. She looked up and waved before moving through the crowded tables. "Is she your friend Chuck?" "Yes, that's her." "And she is a les. . . ? Boy, she is a knockout." "And she is smart as well Chris." I said standing as she walked towards us and he followed me. He surprised me more when he pulled the chair back from the table and held it for her. "Why thank you." She said smiling at Chris as she sat down. "Ben told me you had a friend with you Charles but he didn't say he was so well mannered." "I wanted to surprise you. Elizabeth, this is Christopher Larking, my son. Chris, Elizabeth Grant." "Your what?" She exclaimed putting her hand too her mouth her eyes wide with surprise. "He's just putting you on Miss Grant, I'm not his son, at least not yet anyway. It's nice meeting you though, Charlie has told me about you but he didn't mention how pretty you are." "You are, your not at least not now, he did and thank you." She said looking back and forth between Chris and I. "Charlie you have me thoroughly confused. You said Chris is your son but he says not yet but he is a flatterer to boot. It sounds like we are playing Scrabble or a word game." "No game Bette, maybe I should have warned you or something but I didn't really know how I could. Lets order though, you only have an hour." We ordered ice tea and sandwiches. Chris was a little confused by the menu and asked if he could have a cheeseburger with French fries. The waitress rolled her eyes when he asked for a cheeseburger but took the order. Bette looked at me grinning. "I don't think Chris has had Jewish sandwiches before, have you?" "No ma'am, I haven't. There are lots of things I haven't had but I'm excited about learning." He said his eyes sparkling. "I think you have a good teacher. What were you saying before Charlie?" Waiting until the waitress had set our food and drinks on the table I took a deep breath. "I'm going to adopt Chris. We have an appointment with Lloyd Webber, my attorney, later this afternoon after we see Lance." I said at almost machine gun speed but not so loud that everyone around us could hear. She sat looking back and forth between us in an almost stunned like silence and then her face lit up. "I think that is marvelous, absolutely marvelous. When did this all of this start? Why do you have to see Lance Charlie, he can't help you?" "It's a long story Bette. We met Lance at dinner last night and since Chris needs a few things, we made an appointment with him for this afternoon. Could you come over for dinner this evening about 7:30 and then we can tell you everything." "Of course I will, what can I bring? Never mind, I'll bring a couple of bottles of Brute, we can celebrate. You be careful around Lance Chris." She said covering his hand with hers. "He has the instincts of a Dracula." "I've seen his type before Miss Grant." "Just you be careful and please call me Elizabeth or Bette. They don't even call me Miss Grant at work, do they Charlie?" "Not that I've ever heard Bette but I've seen heads turn your way." "Not the kind I like and that makes a difference. I better be getting back too work before CD gets back from his meeting, I'll see you tonight." We stood as she did. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then took Chris in her arms hugging him and kissing his cheek. She whispered something in his ear causing him to blush but I couldn't hear what she said. Picking up her purse, she wiggled her fingers in one of those feminine waves that women have and left. Chris and I sat back down and watched over the balcony railing as she left. It was like watching dominos falling, heads turning, as she passed different tables. "I think you made a hit with her Chris." "I hope so, I like her." "She's a good girl, we've had a lot of fun together. Do you want anything else before we leave? I want to order dinner from Ben and have it delivered. We won't have time this afternoon for shopping." Picking up the check and leaving a tip, we stopped at the register. "Ben. Is it to late to order dinner for this evening and have it delivered?" "It's never that late Charlie, what would you like?" "I don't know, what would you suggest?" "Do you like Italian? Dad is trying to get away from all Jewish dishes and try something else. He made Italian Sausage Lasagna last night that is out of this world. That with a salad and wine would be great for two or more." I looked at Chris and he shook his head yes. "Make it for 3 and deliver about 7, is that okay?" "Three?" He said cocking his eyebrow. "Elizabeth is joining us for dinner." "Two is company, three is a crowd but four would make a nice dinner party Charlie and I'll throw in the wine and Chocolate Truffles." "And just want is the wine and truffles going to cost me? Jews don't just give things away." I said suspiciously knowing what Ben was like. "Nothing Charlie, absolutely nothing. You hurt my feelings, you're my friend." "Ugh huh, I know. See you at 7 and make the wine a Merlot from the top shelf." "Oh, I am wounded, cut to the heart." Ben said throwing his head back laughing, his brilliant white teeth flashing. * * * * * * * * * "Is he always like that Chuck?" Chris said after we left. "Just about but he has a heart of gold and you won't meet a nicer guy. Ben's 25 and he graduated from Boston University with a degree in Accounting and Finance. I tried to hire him at the bank but he stays with his dad. He doesn't have any brothers or sisters and since his mother died he takes care of his father. Jewish people are like that Chris, family means a lot." "I wish it did for everybody." "It will Chris, give it time. Things are going to be different from now on." "I'm not worried Chuck as long as I can stay with you." "That's what we are going to start working on after we finish at Lance's. Lloyd's office is on Broad St. and we can walk there, it's only a couple of blocks. I'll give him a call again while we are in Wanamaker's. It was only a short walk from Lindy's too Wanamaker's, just about the same distance as from the bank. Chris was as excited as a country boy in the city for the first time and he reminded me of my first walk on Market St. When I transferred from Scranton I needed new clothes since the banks main office was a little different then a branch and Wanamaker's was only a block from the bank. One of the men in the Finance Department had recommended the store and that is when I met Lance. When I walked into the men's department on the mezzanine, he stepped from behind the counter and I suspected he was gay the minute I saw him. He was attractive but his limp wrist and the way he carried his arm with his eyes roaming up and down checking me out and hesitating at my crotch was a dead giveaway. I couldn't help but smile thinking about Lance's face when he was measuring my inseam and felt my cock hanging down the inside of my thigh in the boxer shorts I was wearing. "Do you always wear boxers? He said looking up at me licking his lips. "Only when someone is taking my measurements." "Would you like to use one of the private dressing rooms? We can be sure everything is correct." He locked the door and dropped to his knees before I could get my pants down. Lance was a good salesman but he sure knew how to suck a cock and every time there was a new line, he would call me. There were other things Lance liked to do but some were a little more then I cared for, drugs were never part of our friendship. * * * * * * * * * It was only September but stores were already gearing up for Halloween. Plastic pumpkins, scarecrows, corn shocks and different varieties of autumn vegetables were displayed with various lines of clothing. The store had escalators between each of the four floors with elevators for handicap people along the back wall of each floor. We could have taken an elevator up too the mezzanine but there were wide marble steps that led directly from the main floor too the men's department. When we were halfway up, Chris stopped and looked down at the main floor. "It's really big isn't it? I love the smell of new clothes, leather coats and shoes, don't you? It's all mixed with women's perfume and the other stuff they use." "Wanamaker's is not the largest Chris but it is probably the best. We didn't know Lance had come down the steps behind us until he spoke softly. "Are you gorgeous studs here to buy clothes or for the scenery?" "Jesus." Chris said startled and grabbed my arm. Lance had startled me as well and I glared at him. "Damn Lance, don't do that." "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I frighten you? I don't see anything in your pants." He said craning his head trying to look behind us. "Bend over you shit and I'll shove something up your ass." "That must be the plain hot dogs I ordered for lunch. I can only eat one at a time." He said grinning. "Lets go on up before you fall and break something important." "Clowning around is going to get you in trouble someday Lance." "But think of the fun along the way. I am particularly good at taking measurements, remember?" I must have been blushing when Chris looked at me. "What measurements Chuck? What's he talking about?" "We always take your body measurements to be sure your clothing fits properly Chris. I have a private dressing room right over there we can use to take yours." Lance said mockingly an almost lecherous grin on his face. I really didn't know if Chris had ever had someone measure him for clothing before but he probably hadn't. Lance was kidding around but with him you never could be sure. "I can write them down for you Lance, that way you won't make a mistake and get one wrong." "Charles, if you want I can call another salesman." Lance said softly, turning to Chris. "Use Room #3 Chris, there are hangers on the wall. Remove your clothes but leave your briefs and socks on. Someone will be right there." Chris glanced at me and I nodded my head. We watched him walk away and close the door behind him. "Lance, forgive me. I didn't mean to get angry." "You surprised me Charlie. I've never seen you get upset over a trick before but you know I was only playing around. I wouldn't think of taking advantage of someone you are with." "I know but I remember how we met and the way you measured me then, that's what upset me. Chris is not just a trick Lance, he means a lot more too me then that. Chris is going to be my adopted son." Lance stood looking at me, his eyes getting wider. "Holy sweet Jesus Charlie! When you drop a bomb on someone it's a biggee. Chris must think I'm some kind of idiot kidding around like that. Maybe I should get someone else to take care of him." "Nope, you do it. Just remember he's wearing briefs and not boxers. I've got a couple of phone calls to make while you're with him." "Now who's playing? Your son, I can't believe it. You've got to tell me everything when you get a chance. I will bust if you don't. I better get in there before he catches cold. Chris Mercer, I can't believe it." He said shaking his head. I could probably have used the phone at Lance's service counter but it really wasn't that private. There was a bank of booths just inside at the main entrance and I went there. I had never really noticed it before but Chris was right. The air was laden with all different odors from the merchandise in the store. There was even the smell of dried corn stalks. Funny, I thought as I walked down the stairway, how you get used to a place and don't notice what's around. When Lloyd's secretary answered the phone and I told her who I was she put me through too Lloyd. "Charlie, how are you? My secretary told me you had called, sorry I wasn't here but I was tied up in court. What can I help you with or are you just calling to be sure you had a workout partner tonight?" "I could use a workout, Lloyd, but not tonight. I need your help in adopting someone. Can I come over and talk with you about what we need to do?" There was silence at Lloyd's end for just a brief moment before he answered. "You're thinking of an adoption, seriously?" "Yes and I'd like for you to handle it for me and you will met him this afternoon if you have time for us." "Him? How old is he Charlie?" "He's 17 but I would rather we talk in your office, Lloyd, if we can." "Can you come over at 4 o'clock this afternoon? I have an appointment coming in at 3:30 but we should be finished by then." "I appreciate it Lloyd, we'll be there." I said breathing a sigh of relief. "I'll tell my secretary that you are coming in Charlie, see you then." He said and hung the phone up. I thought Lloyd sounded a little curt while we were talking. When we were in the gym he was cheerful and joked around. When he helped me with the purchase of the beach cottage he kidded about me inviting him down for a weekend. Maybe it was my imagination. When I got back too the men's department, Chris and Lance were looking through business and sports suits. Chris was wearing a light robe and slipped that Lance had probably provided while they were making selections. He had the robe pulled tight outlining his eye catching bubble butt and his hair was mussed, giving him a rakish look. I don't know who was having more fun, Lance or Chris. Lance was always a talker, what salesman isn't. Chris on the other hand appeared to be having the time of his life. They both were nudging each other and grinning at little asides. Lance's hands were everywhere, pulling different suits out from the rack or another jacket. I could tell one thing, he was in full selling mode not playing around. "Well." I said walking up to them. "You two seem to be having a good time, what's up?" "Charles Mercer, don't you ever go off and leave me alone with this young man again. The wolves have been circling. You don't know how the grapevine works in a department store full of queens when there is fresh good-looking meat around. Jesus, they have come from the 4th floor too the basement. I'm a nervous wreck." "He's just kidding Dad, I haven't seen anyone like that." My heart jumped when I heard Chris call me Dad and Lance, holding a suit, for one didn't have a witty remark. I took the suit he was holding from him. "Lets see how this looks on you Chris." I said walking too the dressing room they were using. Lance was biting a fingernail when I closed the door and flipped the lock. Hanging the suit on the hook, I turned around and put my arms around Chris drawing him close. He had a worried look in his eyes. "I did something wrong didn't I?" He said his arms hanging at his sides. "Lance told you what I said about adopting you didn't he?" "Yes." "That was my mistake, I shouldn't have. Lance is like the Hedda Hopper of the East Coast; he can't keep his mouth shut. If I don't cut him off, he will have us seeming like the long lost father and son that finally found each other." "And that's not good is it Charlie?" "After the adoption is final I don't care what he says. Bette knows but you couldn't pry it from her. Ben probably thinks we are just having an affair." "Aren't we, having an affair?" He said a little coquettishly, laying his arms on my shoulders his fingers scratching my shoulder blades. "Don't start that you devil, we don't have time." "Lance told me how he met you and you had time then." "Lance Spencer has a big mouth and stop looking at me like that." I growled feeling my cock starting to get hard. He didn't stop. Pulling my lips too his he ground his hard cock against mine and forced his tongue in my mouth. I felt the pressure building in my loins. I could feel his hard muscled body tighten through the thin cloth of the robe and I moaned softly. "Chris, please." "Let me suck you off Charlie." He whispered in my ear pressing his body tighter. I succumbed to the heat of passion and dropped my arms from around him. Chris dropped to his knees and while I unbuckled my pants he pulled the zipper down and pulled them down around my knees. My cock sprang free and bounced like a steel spring diving board. I felt like a tightly wound steel tension spring waiting to be released, every muscle tight. Chris ran his fingers through the thick bushiness of my pubic hair and then slid his hands over my tight hard stomach and chest. He dropped his hands downward sliding them behind and gripped my butt cheeks. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until his soft lips touched the head of my cock and I exhaled slowly, the tension flowing from me and I breathed softly, "Oh my god Chris." It must have been like a trigger. He released his hands from holding my cheeks and started squeezing and playing with my balls as he swallowed as much of my cock as he could. His tongue felt like a hot poker pushing the foreskin back and washing the sensitive glans under the skin. Groaning, I leaned over him and held his head close driving my cock as deep as I could without gagging him. His mouth felt like a vacuum sucking, drawing the sperm from my tightening nuts. Unexpectedly he ran his fingers over the soft perineum area between my nuts and anus and he touched it pressing the tip of his finger in. The shock was like a thunderbolt surging upwards from my nuts through my cock and I groaned, "Take it Chris, take it." Thick hot streams of sperm gushed from my cock filling his mouth and he had a reflex gag before swallowing and he swallowed with each spastic jerk until my cock started softening. Chris moaned softly and he held tight with his lips his tongue washing and mixing saliva and sperm. The sensitive sensations were like fire and I withdrew slowly while he held on draining every drop. I leaned back against the wall almost ready to collapse from the weakness in my legs. Chris stood up slowly and leaned against me. His eyes sparkled and he had a little trickle of sperm in one corner of his mouth. I licked it off and kissed him softly. All of the emotions I was feeling would have filled the universe. I loved this boy more then my life. Not for the sex but for his gentleness, compassion, energy and mostly the unhesitating giving of himself. We pushed ourselves away from the wall and I pulled my pants up. Chris's robe had fallen open and I could see his briefs were soaked. I grinned at him, "You were horny." He looked sheepishly at his briefs pulling the waistband away from his stomach. "Yeah, now what am I gonna do? I can't wear these, not like this." "That should teach you about having sex in dressing rooms. Lance can get you another pair. Close your robe. " I said starting to unlock the door. "Charlie, I'm sorry for making the mistake I did. It won't happen again, I promise." "It was my fault too. After everything is done, we will shout it from the rooftops." When I cracked the door open, Lance was standing next to a rack of shirts and I hissed him. He turned grinning and came to the door. "Chris needs a pair of briefs. Will you get them please? Discreetly." "Discreet is my middle name." Lance brought the briefs and handed them through door. Chris wiped his still half hard cock and balls as clean and dry as he could. "Don't you ever get soft or are you always horny?" "What do you think?" He said slipping the fresh briefs on. "I give up. Here, let me have the other ones. The bag the new ones came in will do for now until we get home." Taking the suit from the hanger, I opened the door, Lance was right next too it. He sniffed and he broke into a big smile. "We better leave that door open Charles, at least until the next customer uses it." "And you will probably follow him inside. Have you and Chris finished picking out what he needs?" I said glancing at my watch. It was almost 3:30. "Pretty much except for a dress suit. Some of the slacks might need altering but you can bring them back later if you think they do. He might want to pick up a few things later though." "Add his name to my account, Christopher Mercer." I said smiling at him, his eyes lighting up when he heard me say it. "Christopher Mercer. It has a nice ring Charles." "Pick out what you want for now Chris. We have to be at Lloyd's by 4 0'clock. Can you send the rest to the house tomorrow morning Lance?" "Of course. When can we get together again? Chris mentioned you were going out of town this weekend." "How about dinner Wednesday evening at the Lane? Are you off?" "Wednesday? Yes I am. The Lane, Charles, the three of us?" 'Yes, the Lane. I can't keep Chris hidden like some fugitive, which he isn't. Everyone will know sooner or later but you remember this. What we told you is confidential. Tell someone and I'll tie your dick in a knot. Understand?" "Ohhhhh, that sounds like fun but I won't tell a soul. Cross my heart and hope to die if I do. See you Wednesday evening, I might even bring a date." * * * * * * * * * The skies were clear when we went in too Wanamaker's but they were overcast when we left. I didn't care if it did rain, nothing could spoil the way I was feeling as we walked together too Lloyd's office.