Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2002 22:06:34 +1100 From: Tony Pitstop Subject: CHRISTOPHER It contains themes of sexual contact between men and boys, if this offends you please DO NOT proceed. It is also my first attempt at writing, so I'd be interested in receiving your feedback, an email address is at the bottom of the story. Enjoy I hope....... "CHRISTOPHER" Chapter One. The Gravel Pit, a meeting. It had been a long busy quarter to the year. Trevor my boyfriend had long been gone with his new lover and I had spent the time working, trying to forget the loneliness of not having a spouse at home when each shift ends. I decided that I needed a few days away, away from work and away from the family, away from responsibility. I wanted time to renew my soul and maybe even catch up on a few of those video reviews that I had neglected since Trevor left. I had packed the car and said my farewells. I headed down the coast road with my newest man, Jock an Australian Silky Terrier. I had planned to be away 5 days and had hired a holiday house on the south coast, sun, surf, sand and hopefully an occasional boy to distract me from those darn videos -- lol. We arrived in the dead of night, it had been pissing down rain the whole drive and the trip down the mountain range had been slow. It had infect been an unusually wet month, it was also cold for that time of year. I was hoping that this was not what we were in for for the rest of my days off. The house had been locked up for several weeks; I opened a couple of windows, turned on the hot water, lite the gas heater and curled up on the lounge with Jock snuggled into my shoulder. That was the last I remember til I was woken with a rough tongue licking my nose, "wake up dad, I gotta piss!!!" I fell off the lounge, opened the door and Jock took the back stairs -- 4 at a time -- found the first pole and announced his arrival in town. I thought to myself "that's not a bad idea", I found the bathroom and relieved myself as well, during my piss I recall wondering what the beach was going to be like. Grabbing a cup of tea, I finally ventured out onto the back porch; the morning air was still cold and full of bird sounds, sounds that I hadn't heard till now. I finally realised in the light of day that the house was surrounded on three sides by native bush, which explained the blasted birds. Standing on the porch, I also noticed what appeared to be a track through the bush up the back of the house (a mental note: check out the trail). I quickly set about the usual morning chores and then decided to investigate the bush track I'd noticed earlier. Jock and I headed off, him with his lead firmly clenched between his teeth and me with the essential backpack. Essential because it contained our water, a book and the mandatory pack of condoms and tube of lube. I had a policy of never leaving home without them, water and a book I mean!! We had trekked for about an hour, the forest was thick and unusually damp, I suppose that because of the recent rain which I was pleased to see had cleared up. Our trail followed several ridges and a couple of gullies, but without much warning we came to a T-section; a decision, right to a ridge, left to the gully or go back to our cabin? Jock I must admit was having a ball, racing up and back down the trail chasing anything that moved or remotely appeared to move. "God I hope there are no snakes lurkin' in them there bushes," I thought. We were in no rush, so I sat on a stump and took out the water, "Jock! Jock!" I called, I could hear him barking off in the distance, it was then that I realised just how far that bark was coming from, and it was so intense, what on earth had he found now.I thought I'd better catch up, he'd made the decision about the gully or the ridge, his bark was coming from the far side of the ridge and getting further. I approached the top of the ridge, to my surprise I was faced with the edge of a huge gravel pit and several hills of graded gravel. Jock was in amongst them somewhere, "Jock, Jock, here boy!" I called, he continued to bark and failed to come!! It was about now that I saw him, Jock appeared to be chasing a 16 or 17 year old boy on a trail bike. He had longish shoulder length blond hair and was absolutely flying on his bike. Jock was close on his heels. From the way he stood on his pedals, I'd guess he was about 5'8 or 9" tall, probably about 65 kilo's and cute as all hell, he was also scared! He came over the top of one of the bigger hills and flew into the air, crash landing on the far side. I could hear the crash and his cursing and swearing as I rushed to his aid. It was easy to locate him amongst the hills, Jock still hadn't shut up!! He didn't appear too badly hurt, more his ego I guessed but he was holding up his left knee. His shirt had a tear in the sleeve and his jeans were torn across the knee. Peach skin I thought as I approached, "sit Jock, ....shut up boy, ...Jock, sit!!" I couldn't see any blood, but I guess he might have a sprain; he did come down pretty heavy after all. He was certainly cursing the dog, who was still barking crazy. I'd never seen him react so badly, he normally only hated kids not cute blond teenagers with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Despite his hurling abuse at both me and the dog now, he also had the most incredible facial features I seen in a long time. "You hurt kid?" I asked as I knelt down beside him, grabbing Jock to try and shut him up. When I thought about it all later I realised what a stupid question it was, cause he was hurt. "You fuckin' kidding," he shouted, "that fuckin' dog has broken my knee!!" he sat amongst the rubble holding and rubbing his knee. "Fuck man, you should control that dog, he's dangerous!" "Yeah, well he's not dangerous, I just don't think he likes bikes, sorry," I said as I examined his knee. It didn't appear too bad for all the rubbing and holding he was doing; it wasn't red, swollen and there was no broken skin. "No broken skin" I said, "can you stand?" "What about me bike?" he snapped. "We'll worry about that in a minute, lets see if you can stand and walk first" I replied. He tried to stand but went down again before I could offer an arm for his support. "Shit that hurts!" he shouted. He grabbed his knee again and began to cry. His tears took me somewhat by surprise, I felt a touch of panic and said, "You'd better take off the jeans and lets have a closer look at that knee." I didn't realise right away, but he stopped crying right about then. He looked me in the eye and without loosing contact, undid the buttons of his 501's and kicked them off almost in one movement. "White cotton Calvin Kline's", I thought as stood to check his bike, I didn't want him to see how embarrassed I was becoming and the rising bulge in my pants. This kid is one hot dude, if given the chance; I'd play!! I turned to pick up his bike. "Oh shit," I heard....I turned back to see what was wrong, I was shocked, my friend was butt naked. "This gravel is wet and mum will kill me if I get mud on me grundies" he said as he smiled. I coughed and realised for the first time that this kid was playing me. His cock whilst still hanging was thick and uncut, just the kinda' cock that I love in my mouth. I'd guess it was about 6" slack and was hoping for about 8" boned. I must admit to taking a quick look before I knelt down beside him again, taking hold of his knee. "Careful mister, that hurts" he said. "Tony!" I replied, "Call me Tony, mister makes me feel old". "I like old..." he quitely mumbled. "Pardon?" I said as I felt round his knee. "Nothin," came his reply. He had firm thighs; you knew he spent lots of time on his bike. "How does it feel here?" I asked as I felt under his thigh. "No muscle strain?" There certainly didn't appear to be any injury but I was prepared to play along and see where this took us. "That's nice Tony," he said and smiled again, he had such a gorgeous smile, he could melt an ice burg. "So what's your name?" I asked. "Christopher!" he replied. "Chris" I said, "I like Chris". "Christopher!!" he snapped, "but you can call me Chris if you want," and there was that smile again. By this time I had massaged my way up his thigh and was high in his groin, "any pain?" I asked. "Nope..... not pain," he replied. I looked up at him to see what he was on about, it was then that he took my hand and placed it on his thickening cock... "no pain but there is some swelling here!" he said, "and I think it needs looking at!" Without making too much fuss, I squeezed his cock and gently rolled by hand back along its thickening length to expose his growing head from under its skin. A perfect pink knob exposed itself, the kind I love. "Looks serious," I replied, "major swelling". I continued to stroke his manhood and was delighted to realise that it had in fact reached the 8 inches that I thought (or hoped) it might earlier. I wasn't convinced that it had done all the growing that it might do either. "Suck it dude," he moaned. "Suck it for me..... please, please?" I didn't need to be asked twice!! "I will," I replied, and gently lent over its' his glazed cockhead, I licked his knob, he jumped!! My heart was racing, this was better than any video. He pushed hard into my throat, "Hey don't rush," I said, "We have all day unless you have other plans?" I kinda' asked and said at the same time. I smiled as Jock began licking Chris' foot, "I guess he approves" I said. We both laughed. "Yeah, he's not bad," Chris replied. As Jock had managed to break the moment, I took advantage and asked, "So you busy or not?" "Kinda," came his reply. He must have seen the disappointment in my face and began to laugh, "I have a date with an older man" he finished and smiled again. He also stood up and put his jeans back, moving towards his bike he said, 'besides you promised to look after my swelling". "Excuse me, but what happened to the sore knee!!" I asked. "Getting better by the second," he replied and winked. "It's this swelling that needs work!" as he groped his cock. He walked over to his bike and it was only then that we noticed that he had actually broken a couple of spokes and buckled the front wheel. He had caused more damage to the bike than he had to himself, "Looks like the bike needs attention too," I said. "Yeah, sure does". "My place or yours?" I asked as we turned and headed towards the road. "Yours sir!" came the reply. So ends Chapter One. As this is my first attempt at writing sexual fantasy, I would appreciate any feedback or comment you might have to offer. Post me at: pitstop7069@yahoo.com Are you interested in the story continuing?