Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 15:36:46 +1100 From: Tony Pitstop Subject: CHRISTOPHER. Chapter Two The following is a work of fiction. The usual disclaimers apply. The characters are purely fictional as are the events. This story depicts acts of love and sex between a man and consenting teenage boy. If stories of this nature offend you or if you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal to read stories of this nature, then please leave now. The author retains all rights to this story and requests that you do not alter or post this story in any form without his permission. As always comments are welcomed. Chapter Two: - Home alone with company. It took us about three hours to get back to the house, what with each of us having totake turns and carry that darn bike (or at least so I thought). The wheel was buggered, it wouldn't roll along and, well you guessed, he couldn't carry it, "I'm hurt remember, " he'd smile and of course I couldn't resist his charm. This meant that I had to ask Chris to carry my backpack, which he did reluctantly I think, but he even took advantage of that situation as well. "Don't suppose you packed any water in this here backpack?" he asked as he dived into the pack. "Ughh..." was about all I got out before he pulled out the packet of connies with an even bigger smile than I'd seen all day. "I see you come prepared, like a good scout, might have to use some of these later," he said ever so casually. "Not a problem," I replied and winked, "just have to find the right person and enough time," I sniggered and continued to walk the trail. By the time we reached the house it was after 5pm, I asked Chris what plans he had for the evening and what, if any brothers and/or sisters he had at home. He advised me that he was an only child and that his mother, whom he lived with, was often at work till after 11.30pm at night. She was the surgical charge nurse at the local community hospital, a position I related to. With a certain amount of pride he announced that being 16 and 10 months he didn't need a babysitter and was more often than not left alone at home. It reassured me to know that he wasn't expected home for dinner, and yes I noted his age, with an increase in the ol' heart rate. I fed Jock and put him in the back yard, he made his way under the veranda and found a spot to make himself comfortable. "Stay here boy," I said "dads got plans for tonight and he needs some space." Jock gave my hand an approving lick and settled in for the night. Now I only had to work out what to feed my unexpected guest but I'm sure I'd find something for him to eat, if not something for me at least. By the time I came back up stairs Chris was missing from the lounge and I could hear the shower running? I called out to him, "Chris! what the hell...." "In the shower" came a quick reply, even before I finished asking the question, "come join me." It was then that I noticed his jeans and a shoe on the lounge floor, his shirt in the hallway (with his other shoe), and his CK's in the shower doorway. I picked them all up as I made my way to the sound of splashing water, my cock responding with each garment, his smell was strong in his undies as I rubbed them into my face. I could smell the stale cum and I now wanted to taste the fresh stuff. Chris was silhouetted against the glass shower stall, I stood there and watched as he soaped his crotch, lifting his balls and pushing the soap deep between his legs. I wanted this boy badly. I began taking off my top and jeans, watching his every move through the wet glass. My own cock was going to point the way. His body was truly beautiful, he was tall, lean but well developed, he didn't have those over developed muscles that are so typical of gay gym junkies these days. "Move over," I said as I opened the sliding door and had my breath kicked out of me, I had died and gone to heaven I was sure. This kid WAS perfect; blond, 5'8" or 9" tall, about 70 kilos, uncut (6 inches flaccid I'd guess) and thick ever so thick, I hadn't notice at the gravel pit but he was also shaved and wore a silver cock ring. He was still gently washing his cock, moving his skin back and forward over his swelling knob, he wasn't exactly jackin it, but he was certainly preparing himself for whatever action might happen. "So you don't mind if I join you,?" I asked, "I could wash ya back if you like." "Its not my back that I had in mind," came his sultry reply. "That was only the starting point, I was planning on moving on from there," I laughed and reached out for his cock. It pulsed in my hand as I wrapped my fingers round his manhood and gently squeezed, pushing and pulling all at the same time. I could feel the heat off his body, separate to the heat from the shower, he radiated sexuality and I wanted him. I ran my other hand over his pecks and nipples; they were surrounded by a small amount of blond fluff (I couldn't really describe them as hair hehehehe). He moaned as I bit his left nipple and made my way up his shoulder towards his throat and lips. I kissed his neck, his chin, his closed eyes, his forehead and back down to his eye socket and his nose. He had a button nose that I only just noticed, I moved to his lips, flicking his lips with my tongue, gently parting them and rubbing his teeth to force his mouth open. Meanwhile I continued to play with his cock, gently placing it between my pressed legs and beginning a rocking motion. He opened his mouth and my tongue darted inside, I felt round teeth, his gums, sucked his tongue as he flicked it in and out of my mouth. We kissed for, god I don't know how long. All the time my cock was against his torso and his cock was held firmly between my legs. "Turn round," I asked and grabbed his shoulders to turn him. "I want to see that ass," I said, "........ and lick it clean" I mumbled. He turned and I knelt down, pushing him against the glass wall. I rubbed and squeezed those perfects orbs, I licked-he moaned, I bit-he went "ouch!!" I laughed and spread his cheeks inserting my tongue into the depths of his ass and licked, sucked and licked some more. I think I was falling for this boy in ways that I really didn't want to. Chris moaned and pushed his ass into my ravenous mouth, "lick my ass daddy," he moaned. "Ohh that's good, work that ass, stick ya fuckin tongue in there and lick me, tongue fuck me Tony, tongue fuck me please!!" "Turn back round," I whispered and grabbed his hips, "I wanna suck my boy dry!" "The water is getting cold," he said, "mind if we move to a bedroom, we've got all night?" and kissed me on the cheek. I reluctantly agreered.........I glanced at the clock as we made our way to the master bedroom, it said 6.37pm. So ends Chapter Two. 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 and thanks to the dozen guys who took time to email me after the first chapter, I hope I have taken onboard some of your comments.