Christopher's Story

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Christopher's Story

Chapter One

It started out as just another Friday night at home. Being thirteen, I wasn't really allowed to go out with my friends, so I usually just watched the late night horror flick on television. It was always edited for television, so my parents didn't really worry about my watching it. They were usually in bed by eleven anyway.

Before I get too far, I guess I should tell you a little bit about me. My name is Christopher Wallace (Chris to family and friends). At thirteen years old, I stood at about four feet, five inches. My blond hair was cut short the way my father liked it. My blond hair and blue eyes came from my mother. I am the only one of my parents' children to have blond hair and blue eyes. My older brother and sister both have my father's dark hair and green eyes.

My sister, Kendal, was seventeen at the time, and she was about to graduate from high school and go on to college. She was about the only person in the family that wasn't that much taller than me. At an even five feet tall, I knew that some day, I would probably be taller than her.

My brother, Evan, was fifteen at the time. He, unlike me and my sister, took after our father where his height was concerned. He stood at a proud five feet, ten inches tall. He was out that night with his friends. Evan was always out with his friends on Friday and Saturday nights.

Any way, back to that Friday night. I was sitting in the living room, thinking that this would be an ordinary Friday night of fright flicks and popcorn. Little did I know, this was about to turn out to be the first night of my new life.

At thirteen, I wasn't very interested in girls or sex (I know, I was a late bloomer). I didn't think about it too much at all. The only times that I ever heard about sex was when my brother and his friends were in our room talking about the girls they'd had sex with. Even then, the things they talked about sounded strange and unreal to me.

Evan had told me that he still hadn't had sex, and I asked him if he was sure that he even wanted to. He just looked at me with a smile on his face that told me that he thought I was still too young to understand. That was ok with me. At least he had thought I was old enough to talk to.

Kendal had a boyfriend named Kyle. He was a great guy. I say this, because he always treated me like I was his friend and not some pest that he had to talk to. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and I was always amazed at his muscles. He looked like a body builder to me at the time. Looking back, I know that his body was nice, but he was a far cry from a body builder.

I've strayed again, and for that, I'm sorry. Back to that Friday night.

Earlier that day, my mother and father had been called away. My grandmother had suffered a slight stroke, and my parents had flown to California to be with her. My brother was out with his friends, and my sister was spending the weekend at the college that she was planning to attend.

Now, I had thought I was old enough to be left at home alone for the night. My parents didn't agree with me. At first I was mortified to learn that they were going to find a sitter to stay with me until Evan came home the next morning. When I found out that Kyle had offered to sit with me for the night, I was happy about it.

Kyle arrived at seven that night. Evan was waiting for him to get there, and he left shortly after he arrived. Kyle brought chips and soda and his duffel bag. I carried his bag up to my room and came back downstairs to see that he had also brought videos.

"Now, Chris," he said, looking at me cautiously. "If I let you watch these movies, are you going to tell your sister or your parents that you saw them with me?"

"No way," I said. "What kind of movies are they?"

"Nothing bad, really," he said. "I just thought you might like to see some of the stuff that they edit out to put them on television."

"Cool!" I cried, excited and happy that he'd thought about me.

"Well, go on upstairs and take your shower," he said. "I'll use the one down here, and then we'll be ready to watch the movies."

I wasted no time getting into the shower and cleaning up. I couldn't wait to sit and watch movies with Kyle. I was finally going to hang out with him like Evan hung out with his friends. This was going to be so cool!

After my shower, I put on the t shirt and shorts that I usually wear to bed and went back downstairs. Kyle was still in the shower, so I sat down on the couch and waited for him. I wondered which movies he'd brought, but I didn't want to be rude and start looking through them. I was sure that I'd like them. What I would really like was sitting with Kyle and watching them.

"Ready?" he asked from my parents' doorway. He was only wearing a pair of soccer shorts, and his dark hair was wet. His arms and chest were packed with hard, tight muscles. He had no hair on his chest, and his nipples were a darker color than his tanned skin. His legs were where the muscles really were. They were bulging all around his thighs and calves.

"Yup," I called back.

"I'll grab a bowl of chips and make us a couple of sodas," he said, walking past me to the kitchen.

I guess I should tell you that Kyle was like my ultimate idol. I couldn't wait until my parents let me start working out with Evan on the weights in our basement. I wasn't scrawny, though. I had a toned body from playing baseball and running the bases, but I wanted muscle mass like Kyle and Evan's.

The only other person that I knew that could come close to Kyle was Evan. He and Kyle worked out together sometimes, and I would watch them. I'd sit on the stairs and watch as they lifted weights and listen as they talked about guy stuff. With Kyle and Evan, their guy stuff never included girls or sex. They talked about cars and football and stuff like that.

Kyle called me into the kitchen so that I could help him carry the sodas and chips back into the living room. He'd made nachos with melted cheese. These were my favorite, and I knew that Kyle had done it for me. I was liking this night more and more.

Once we were seated on the couch in front of the television, Kyle popped on of the movies into the VCR, and we started to chow down on the nachos and watch the movie. It was a movie I had already seen, but about twenty minutes into it, I knew that I was seeing the whole thing without the cuts.

We talked back and forth about the movie and polished off the nachos. Half way through the second movie, I started to doze off. I'd been up late the night before, and it was taking it's toll. I hoped that Kyle wouldn't send me to bed. I really wanted to stay downstairs with him for a while.

I must have finally fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I felt a hand sliding up the leg of my shorts. At first I was scared. I didn't know what Kyle was doing or why he was doing it. I knew that I didn't want him to know that I was awake, so I kept my eyes closed.

His hand kept traveling until his fingers found my underwear. I thought he'd stop there, but his fingers slipped under my underwear and started to graze my balls. I didn't know why, but I liked what he was doing, and my dick started to get hard. Now, I know all about masterbation, and I'd been doing it for years. I just had no idea that anyone else did it, and I certainly didn't know that anyone would do it to someone else.

Kyle kept rubbing my balls with his fingers, and I opened my eyes just enough to see him. He was rubbing his hard dick through his own shorts with his other hand. He wasn't looking at me, so I knew he didn't see me looking at him. I was trying not to breath hard, because I knew that would give it away that I was awake.

His fingers became more insistant, and they started to travel up the length of my hard dick. He just rubbed his fingers up and down my dick a few times and then went back to playing with my balls. I didn't know how much longer I could pretend to be asleep. He was really making me feel good.

Risking his stopping, I opened my eyes completely and looked up into his face. He was looking at me. I thought he'd stop, but he didn't. He just kept on playing with my balls. I stared at his hand working his own stiff dick through his shorts. I didn't know if he was waiting for me to to it for him or not. I just knew that I didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing to me.

"You ok, little guy?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I whispered back.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" he said.

"I won't, Kyle," I said, quickly.

"Then why don't we go on upstairs to bed," he said, smiling at me.

Suddenly, I wanted to go to bed. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but I knew that if it felt anywhere near as good as what he had been doing, I couldn't wait for him to do it. I wanted whatever he was going to do. That was for sure!

He got up and turned off the television. I looked around and noticed that the glasses and nacho bowls were already gone. I wondered just how long I'd been sleeping. He turned and took my hand, and we walked up the stairs together. He turned off the living room light as we walked.

He walked me into my room, and once we were in there, he took off his shorts. I stared at his naked body. I couldn't believe how big his dick was. I could clearly see that Kyle was big all over. I didn't know why, but I couldn't wait to play with his dick. I wanted to do the same things to him that he had done to me.

He smiled at me and sat down on the edge of my bed. He watched as I took off my shirt and shorts. I stood there for a few minutes in my underwear looking at his smiling face. He nodded his head, and I took off my underwear. His eyes went straight to my strainging thirteen year old dick.

"Wow," he said. "For a little guy, you have a big dick."

I didn't know what to say to him. I had noticed not too long ago that Evan's dick wasn't that much bigger than mine. Evan was fifteen, so I thought that it was normal, but at seventeen, Kyle's dick was bigger and thicker than both mine and Evan's. It was the biggest dick I'd ever seen.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him by my hands. He kissed my chest and stomach, and I giggled. He laughed, too, and then he sat me down beside him on the bed. When he turned around, he pushed me down until I was laying flat on my back. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. When he stopped, I looked up at him and smiled.

He leaned down again and put his lips next to my ear and said, "Let me love you a little, Chris."

I was not about to say no to him. I couldn't believe what we were doing, but I knew that I wanted to do it. So this was sex, I thought. This was what my brother's friends were always talking about like it was the most important thing in the world. I wanted him to do this to me.

He started kissing my chest, and I shivvered. His hands were all over my dick and balls, and I started to move my hips as he stroked my dick. He moved down to my belly button and twirled his tongue in it. This made me laugh. Then his mouth replaced his hand on my dick, and I thought I would die from the pleasure of it.

I gasped as his mouth traveled up and down my dick. He swallowed me all the way to the base, and he started to turn his head back and forth. I whimpered as I felt a finger playing with my asshole. I loved what he was doing, and I trusted him completely. I didn't flinch as he took his mouth of my dick and lifted my legs.

I bucked against him when I felt his tongue in the crack of my ass. I couldn't believe how good it felt. He kept running his tongue up and down my crack, and when it grazed my hole, I thought I would scream. He stayed there and licked and prodded my hole with his tongue. I rocked my hips as his hot tongue slipped inside my hole.

Then I felt his finger at my whole as his tongue slipped out. He slowly inserted his finger, and my hold clamped down on it. I loved this feeling. I couldn't get enough of it. I knew in the back of my mind that what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't care. Kyle was showing me that I really was his buddy, and I wasn't about to stop him.

His mouth traveled back up to my dick, and he engulfed me right down to my pubic hair. His finger worked in and out of my ass almost in time with his mouth bobbing up and down on my dick. I saw stars as his fingers bumbed something in my ass, and before I could warn him, I was shooting my cream into his mouth.

Kyle didn't flinch at all. He sucked harder, and when the waves of pleasure stopped, he held his mouth still so I could get over the sensitivity of post orgasm. He lifted my legs again and spit into his hand. I watched as he rubbed the spit into his dick. I didn't know what he was planning to do, but I didn't care.

He spit into his hand again and started to rub the spit into my crack. Then he was rubbing his dick in the crack of my ass. I gasped as I felt it slide over my hole. I thought for a minute that he was going to put his dick in my ass, but he didn't. He just rubbed it up and down my crack, making sure that it contacted my whole each time.

Then his body went rigid and I felt his cum shooting all over my balls. Some of it ran over my dick. He smiled at me as he pulled his dick away from me. Then he was licking his cum off my balls and my dick. When he was done, he scooted up until we were face to face. He kissed me again, and then he lay beside me, and I drifted off to sleep in Kyle's strong arms.

TO BE CONTINUED