Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 23:14:55 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Christopher(Chris) #9 CHRISTOPHER(CHRIS) (c) By Lee Mariner February 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting sexual acts between young men and boys. It is intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE. All stories I have written may be found under the name Lee Mariner in the Prolific Authors listing found in Nifty Archives. This work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced 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 authors consent. Copyright: February 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * Chapter #9 Chris and Elizabeth set the table while Ben and I went down to his car for the stainless steel containers he had brought the Italian Lasagna dinner in. On the way down he looked at me for a second before saying, "You got it pretty bad don't you Charlie?" The directness of his words caught me off guard for a minute but that was the way Ben was, he didn't beat around the bush. "If you mean Chris and I, your right." I said walking out of the elevator, looking for Ben's car. "The cars over here Charlie." He said, veering off to his left, still talking. "I could tell it in the restaurant this afternoon. Are you really serious about adopting him?" "I've already started the procedure Ben. My lawyer is faxing the papers to an associate of his in Dover and Chris and I are going to talk with his mother on Wednesday. We leave in the morning after we pickup a copy of the papers from his office. How many containers do you have?" "Just two Charlie, one apiece." Ben said opening the trunk of his Lincoln Mark IV. "Well, I sure with you and Chris all the luck in the world Charlie. I don't know what I can do to help but you know you can always call on me." "I appreciate that Ben but I think we'll be alright." I said looking into his car trunk at the two large containers he had brought with him. The containers were the types that are used on buffet lines over alcohol burners. They were still warm but Ben had wrapped the handles with towels so they could be handled a little easier and the covers were snapped in place with large Acco fasteners so there wouldn't be any spilling. A little earlier, when they arrived, he and Bette had brought up several plastic bags with bread, wine, napkins, etc. When we got back upstairs, Chris and Bette had finished setting the table. They were sitting at the kitchen island; both with a glass of Chianti and talking like magpies. Ben and I sat the containers at the other end of the island and he started taking the towels and fasteners off. I poured us both a glass of the wine and walking over to where they were sitting, I put my arm over Chris's shoulders. He looked up at me, his dark brown eyes sparkling, his face beaming. "You two act like you've known each other all of your lives." I said squeezing his shoulders and winking at him. "Elizabeth has been telling me about some of the things she and you did together Dad." Chris said his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I bet it was pretty well embellished." "Not really Charles. We never did anything scandalous when we escorted each other. I told him about the convention banquet we went to and the drunk that kept following you every time you went into the men's room. That was about the most hilarious that I could remember." Bette said grinning and looking at Chris who was about to burst from trying not to laugh. "He was a mess wasn't he? I wonder if he had been sober if he would have been so persistent? He pissed his pants, spilled his drink all over himself." I said remembering the incident and the person she spoke of. "He wasn't a bad looking guy as I remember. Every time I tried relieving myself at a urinal, he popped up. I finally had to use one of the stalls. I think he was with the Bryn Mawr branch. It would surprise me if he were still there." "He isn't Charles. CD took care of that the next week. He sent Earl, of all people, with instructions for the manager to discreetly let the man go." Elizabeth said seriously for a moment. "That's a hell of a way to end a career." I said drinking from my glass. "Good Chianti Ben. Private stock?" "Right out of my own stock in the front showroom and you know it Chuckie boy. Dinner will be ready shortly if you guys are interested." "We are Ben, can I help you with anything?" Bette said moving towards where Ben was placing things on the table. "Just bring your appetite and that large salad bowl if you don't mind. Dad fixed enough lasagna & salad for an army & I hope you like home made vinegar and oil dressing with Italian herbs. I think he is still experimenting so I take no responsibility." "If that's the case, you take the first bite. I don't want to lose Chris from eating experimental lasagna." "That's the only way you will lose me." Chris said squeezing my waist and kissing my cheek. * * * * * * * * * Dinner was excellent and very relaxing. When the table had been cleared and all of the dishes were in the dishwasher, we went to where my entertainment center was located with soft leather furniture. Instead of turning the television on Elizabeth searched in my CD collection until she found several soft and easy listening discs and put them in the CD player. When Chris asked for a second glass of Chianti, I told him milk, soft drink or water but Elizabeth overruled me, scolding me that he was old enough for one more glass. Chris hesitated, looking at me. "Another glass of wine won't hurt I guess." I said. "But that's all for now, it's getting late and tomorrow is going to be busy." "Yeah Bette, maybe we should be going. I've got a full day myself." Ben said getting up. "It's been nice, just to bad its not Friday or Saturday." "I guess your right, I just hate things coming to an end when it's so comfortable with friends. What time are you and Chris leaving in the morning Charles?" "As soon as we get the papers we need from Lloyd's office. I guess around 9:30 or so." I said. "If everything goes well, we should be back by the weekend." "And then we can had a real party and introduce Christopher Mercer to the world." Ben said. "Sounds good Chris, what do you think?" "It sounds better then Larkin." Chris said. "I don't know who Larkin is but I know Mercer. I can help you carry those things too your car." We both helped Ben with the containers he had brought the food in and promised them both that we would call as soon as we got back. * * * * * * * * * "Did you enjoy the evening?" I asked as we rode back up to the apartment. "Ben and Bette are really great and they like you, especially Bette." "Yeah, she's nice." He said quietly. "I had fun but I'm kinda tired." "Me too, it's been a long day. You go ahead and get ready for bed and I'll straighten up the kitchen. Take a quick shower and don't forget to brush your teeth." "You don't want me to help you?" "I can take care of it, you go ahead. It won't take that long." I said. "You'll get your share of cleaning up, don't worry." I could hear the shower water running as I emptied the dishwasher and put the dishes and glasses away. No one had lived in the condo with me since I had bought it and just hearing the shower running changed the atmosphere. There had been a few tricks but that wasn't as if someone was living in the place with me. Finishing up in the kitchen, I looked around the room before turning the lights off. I didn't hear the shower and when I walked down the short hallway too the bedroom. Chris was lying in bed with the light coverlet covering his body and tucked up under his arms. He sat up when I walked in and the coverlet fell down around his waist revealing the beauty of his smooth muscled chest and his flat hard ribbed stomach. With his arms stretched behind him holding his body up he looked at me with an impish grin playing at the corners of his mouth his eyes glistening, a thick bulge tenting the coverlet in his groin. "I thought you were tired Chris?" "I was until I took a shower." "I can see that. Don't go away, I'll be right back." I said, undressing as I went into the bathroom. I could feel the tension and tiredness draining from my muscles as I stood under the hot water for a few seconds with my eyes closed. I stood rotating my head under the water my thoughts on the day's events and Chris and I meeting with Lloyd when I felt two strong arms encircle my waist and a whispered "need some help?" in my ear. "Always when its you." I answered laying my head back on Chris's shoulder, the hot water beating on my chest. His hands sent sharp tingling feelings through me as he rubbed my stomach and chest. I didn't need to turn and face him; he moved around in front of me his hands never leaving my body. I rested my arms over his shoulders looking deep into his dark brown eyes and pressed my lips to his slipping my tongue in his mouth as they opened. He had brushed with Gleem and his mouth tasted sweet and pepperminty and when he ran his tongue over my teeth it sent shivers running through my every nerve until I withdrew. "Mmmmmmm, you taste fresh and sweet." I moaned softly. "So do you." Chris said rotating his pelvis against mine our cocks engaging in a battle for supremacy slipping one on top of the other. I could feel the heat of passion rising within me when, without warning, he dropped down and took my cock in his mouth. "Oh Chris." I groaned, leaning back against the tile wall of the shower running my fingers through his wet hair. He played with my balls as I slowly fucked his mouth, withdrawing when I touched the roof of his mouth at the entrance too his throat. His mouth was a hot furnace, his tongue a teasing blanket wrapped around the crown of my cock. I could feel the increased suction of his mouth slowly drawing the life out of me, his lips like a vice holding my cock tight, the foreskin drawing back with each forward movement of my hips. He groaned deep in his throat sending shock waves coursing up through my cock. I could feel the tightening of my balls and my muscles tightening as the heat of my sperm flooded upwards and exploded filling Chris's mouth. A deep satisfying moan welled up from down in my chest and I leaned over him running my hands down over the side of his chest feeling his tight muscles and I could feel the beat of his heart. Waves of deep satisfying ecstasy flowed over the both of us until it was replaced with the soft relaxing sensation of a mutually satisfying afterglow as my softening cock slipped from his lips. He stood leaning his body against mine and we kissed long and deeply sharing the taste of my sperm mixed with saliva and toothpaste. His semi-hard cock pressed into the thick pubic hair covering my pelvis and I felt the warm sticky remnants of his climax oozing from its ethereal slit. He leaned back a little looking at me a smile on his face, his eyes sparkling and I felt my breathing quicken with the feelings that welled up deep inside of me and I slipped my arms around him holding him tight. "Did I do good?" He whispered nuzzling my chest with his nose, flicking his tongue out like a hot poker sending shocks through me each time he licked me. "You are more then I bargained for but I love you Chris. I think we better finish showering and get to bed, tomorrow is going to be a long day." I said softly, kissing his forehead. We finished showered and after drying each other off, I brushed my teeth before joining Chris in bed. He snuggled tightly against me with one leg between mine, an arm over my chest and his head under my chin. "G'nite Chuck." He whispered snuggling closer. "G'nite Chris." I said softly, feeling the soft beat of his heart and the warmth of his breath on my chest. * * * * * * * * The following morning Chris was spooned against me, my piss hard cock pressed against the crack of his ass. One arm was under his neck the other over his chest and he was holding my hand. When I moved he tightened up and squeezed my hand, saying softly. "Don't go, it feels great like this with you." "And you feel just as good where you are but if I don't piss, you are going to get a hot bath you don't want." I said seriously. "Me too." He said scooting out of the bed laughing. "Last one too the pot is an old man." All I could think of was how cute he looked sliding out of the bed and glancing over his shoulder at me, dashing across the floor into the bathroom. When I caught up with him it sounded like Niagara Falls as we both pissed into the commode. "I didn't mean that about being an old man Chuck." He said looking at me with sparkling eyes. "I was just playing." "I know that especially after last night. Old men don't get as hard as I do every time we are together like that." "Yeah, I know or at least I do now." He said milking the last drops from his cock. "Are we getting something to eat before we leave? I'm starved." "We'll stop at the White Castle for breakfast on the way to Lloyd's office. You use the bathroom in your room to cleanup, okay?" Traffic was pretty heavy for a Wednesday but I was lucky and found a parking space in the garage next to Lloyd's office building. The first thru third floors are supposed to be reserved for the people in that had offices in the adjoining building but that didn't always mean one would be available. Lloyd and I had stopped at the White Castle for coffee after working out several times and it was close to his office and the bank. Chris and I had a light breakfast or at least I did. I wouldn't have needed to stop for lunch if I ate like he did but then he was a teenager. The streets were filled with people making their way to various offices and stores. Chris was still in a state of fascination with all of the people and the buildings. I guess I would have been too if I'd never been in a large city in my life. "Chuck, where is the school at?" "I'm not sure Chris, that is one of the things we need to get straightened out as soon as we get back." "Your pretty sure we will be coming back together." He said wistfully and dodging a passerby. "As much as I can be, it all depends on your mother and you. She can refuse to sign the custody consent forms but that is where you will come in Chris. Remember what Lloyd said about you having too consent to the change in custody and sign papers to that effect? You will have to convince your mother it is what you want. Lloyd can draw up the forms and we can have a lawyer with us when we go to see your mother but it will be mostly up to you Chris." "I know Chuck but mom can be awfully nasty sometimes, that's what scares me. She does not listen to reason, just what she wants." "Well we will see if we can change that." I said as we rode the elevator up too Lloyd's office floor. * * * * * * * * When we walked into his office his secretary told us that Lloyd had been called to court but he had left instructions with the copies of the forms he had faxed to a Mr. Arthur Harrison of Harrison and Harrison in Dover, Delaware with his phone numbers. I called Harrison and told him we should be in Dover sometime before 3PM and asked if we would be able to see him when we arrived. He told me to just come on in too his office off of Governors Ave. and we would go over everything when we got there. The trip was uneventful and we arrived with plenty of time to spare. Dover was almost like it was in colonial times the way the public buildings and the State Capital were laid out. Harrison's office building was on State St. just off of Governors Ave. and it was designed in the same manner as the other Early American style of the other buildings. It was unusual not having to look for parking garage and be able to park almost in front of the building you wanted. When we went inside, I introduced Chris and myself to the receptionist and she notified Harrison we were there. "Send them on in Sylvia." A deep well modulated voice said over the intercom. Arthur Harrison was a man in his late forties, big without being fat. His dark brown hair had a tinge of gray at the temples but his watery blue eyes seemed to bore right into yours when he looked at you. He stood as we walked in Chris a step behind me. "Charlie Mercer, nice meeting you and I guess this good looking young man is Chris." He said shaking my hand. "Yes sir." Chris said extending his hand. "Whoa." He said. "You don't hear that much anymore from the youngsters today, yes sir and no sir seem to have slipped by the wayside. Have a seat, I called Lloyd last night after I received his fax and all of the information we would need as far as the paper work." "We didn't see him this morning before we left, he was called away too court. It seems pretty cut and dried except for Chris signing a consent form and then seeing his mother about the rest of it." "Have you talked with her?" Arthur asked. "No. . . . we haven't." I answered hesitatingly. "Chris was staying with you in Philadelphia?" "Mom gave me permission Mr. Harrison." Chris said quickly. "For that maybe, but did you say anything about wanting to leave her and stay with Mr. Mercer?" "No sir, but I don't think she will object. "Maybe yes and maybe no Chris. Mother's can be funny when it comes to their children. Does she know you and Mr. Mercer were going to be back early, did you call?" "We haven't done anything except talk with Lloyd and now you." I said. I could see and feel the apprehension building in Chris. "We better call her and see if we can set up an appointment tomorrow morning." Harrison said. Harrison and I both thought it would be better if Chris made the call but he looked at me pleadingly and there was fear in his eyes. "Chris, it is best that you call your mother. We'll put her on the speaker so we can hear what she says but you do the talking. Just tell her we came back a little early and we would like too see her in the morning." "Charles." Chris said, his voice wavering. "If mom knows we are here and not in Philadelphia she will want me to come home. If I tell her we want to see her, she will probably want to know why. What can I tell her?" "Just tell her we had to come back early because I had to see a lawyer about some things I was having done and we would be over in the morning to see her." I said looking at Harrison for approval and he nodded his head. As soon as Chris had dialed his mother's telephone number Harrison activated the recorder and speaker system. After a few rings, we heard Mrs. Wrightman's slurred voice, "Yeah, whatcha want?" "Mom, it's Chris calling." He said nervously. "How about that, I didn't think you were ever gonna call me even though you promised you would. Whatcha doing, fucking those high browed faggots up there with that fancy friend of yours? Make any money or were giving it away?" Harrison shot me a quick glance when he heard Chris's mother and I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't say something. "Momma, please. Why are you talking like that?" "You and that fancy friend of yours from up the road don't fool me none boy. I knowed he was a faggot and you wouldn't do it so you could help me out but you been letting that faggot screw you, haven't you? No need lying, I know better. You think I don't know a faggot when I see one? Christ, I been in the business too long not to know one when I see'em." Tears were pouring from Chris's eyes, his chest heaving as he cried. I grabbed the phone away from him and he collapsed on his chair, holding his head. "Mrs. Wrightman, Charles Mercer. That's a hell of a way to talk too your son. I had some business here in Dover and since we were close I was going to run over to my cottage and see if they had finished the work they were doing. Chris wanted to stop and see you before we went back too Philadelphia. It sounds like maybe he shouldn't have called . . . . .was he interrupting anything?" "You smart ass bastard. You bring Chris on home before I call the police and tell them you took him, you hear me? I'll tell them you been fucking him and since he is a minor, they'll put your ass away for child molesting unless you want to pay for that free ass you been getting." "Mrs. Wrightman, I think maybe I should call you tomorrow when you are feeling better and we can talk." I said in a placating tone. "Yeah, well you do that fancy pants but you bring that boy home now or I call the cops, you hear me? He better be here before 9 tonight and I mean it." She screamed, slamming the phone receiver down. Chris was almost in a convulsive state from crying so hard. I stood beside him rubbing his shoulders trying to soothe him. "Is what she said true Charlie?" Harrison asked. "No its not Mr. Harrison. Charlie and I haven't done any of that stuff. She's drinking and says those kinds of things when she's drunk." Chris said almost vehemently. "Just saying it Chris is enough to get you both into trouble if the wrong people hear it." Harrison said softly. "Mom yells and cusses but she can't go telling anything to the police or they would have had Social Services take me away from her a long time ago. She knows that." "What about what she just said Chris?" I asked. "She said she would call the police on both of us." "That's a bluff Charlie. I know she won't do that but maybe I better go on home and maybe I can get her to stop drinking. I'll tell her about what we did up in Philadelphia. That way she won't feel bad in the morning and you and Mr. Harrison can talk with her. I can give her some money and she won't go out tonight." "Do you think that is wise Chris? She sounded pretty upset and had already been drinking." Harrison said looking at me. "I know my mother Mr. Harrison. She'll drink but if she has money, she won't go out." "What do you think Charlie, will it be alright?" "Chris knows his mother better than anyone else Arthur. I'll give you my address and you can come by my cottage before 10 in the morning and then we can go on too where Chris and his mother live. Is that okay with you Chris?" I said. "Yes sir." He said somewhat dispiritedly. * * * * * * * * The sun was setting in the West just as we reached the house where Chris's mother lived. He hadn't said much on the way from Dover and I didn't want to push him. When we pulled up in front of the house, he looked out the window again without saying anything. "Are you sure about this Chris, you going to be alright?" "Not much else we can do Chuck, at least for now. I'll be okay; she sounded pretty well gone when she was on the phone. I only wish I could be with you." He said, taking his small bag from the trunk. "It's only for tonight Chris." I said softly. "Yeah, just tonight." He said looking at me, tears welling up in his eyes. Before I could say anything else, he turned and walked towards the house his shoulders sagging slightly. He turned and looked back at me before opening the glassless storm door. Even at the distance I was, I could hear his mother scream. "Well Mr. High and Mighty, get your ass on in here. How much money you got? I need a bottle." I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my gut as I drove away, tears flowing from my eyes. * * * * * * * *