Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2005 09:38:23 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris and Me - Chapter 1

Disclaimer:
The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
an older male and two young males.  If material of this
nature offends you,then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if the law where you live forbids
you to read such stories you should not read this story.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred,
is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the
characters in this story are in no way intended to show
approval of, or give sanction to, their activities.
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This is my third story published on Nifty Archives.  I hope
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Chapter 1 - The Runaway

It all began one Wednesday at the Lakeside Shopping Mall
next to the River Thames, in Essex, England. I'd gone down
to see what was on offer at the Sales, and having spent
about three hours going round the shops, spending more money
than I should have done, I was sitting in one of the food
areas with a cup of cappuccino and a sticky iced bun, idly
watching the boys that went by, and imagining myself naked
with those who took my fancy.

Who am I? My name is Greg Blair, I'm thirty-one years old,
I've recently made a reasonable fortune with some lucky
deals on the stock market, I'm gay, and I'm a boylover. I
have never actually done anything with a boy, but I love
watching them any chance I get. At the swimming pool, in the
park, at the bowling alley, and, of course, in the shopping
mall. I live in a large detached house in 3 acres of land in
the Chigwell area, on the north-eastern outskirts of London,
and although I have plenty of money, I don't believe in
wasting it, hence my visit to the sales.

By the time I had finished my coffee, I needed to empty my
bladder, so I made my way to the toilets, and while I was
taking my time relieving myself, I had the chance to catch
sight of a couple of teen cocks as two friends occupied the
urinals, one either side of me. One of the boys noticed me
looking at him and turned slightly to let me get e better
look while he shook the drips off, and then they both left,
giggling to each other as he probably told his friend about
me. This left me alone in the toilet, and as I zipped up my
jeans, I became aware of a sobbing sound coming from the
only cubicle that seemed to be occupied. I went to the door
and listened, and I realised it was the unmistakable sound
of a boy crying. I called out, "Are you all right in there",
and I got a choked reply that I couldn't really make out. I
asked, "Do you need any help"? and with that, the lock on
the door was released, the door opened, and a boy who I
guessed to be about thirteen or fourteen years old came out
with a tear stained face. He was a very handsome looking
boy, but his hair was greasy and dirty, his clothes looked
as if he had been sleeping in them and although he didn't
stink, it was obvious to my sensitive nose that he could do
with a shower. As he came out of the cubicle, he looked at
me with his red rimmed eyes, tried to say something, but
just couldn't get the words out. I led him over to the wash
basins and suggested he washed his hands and face, which he
did.

By the time he had finished washing, he had managed to pull
himself together a bit, and he told me that his name was
Chris, and he had run away from home. I asked him if he was
hungry, and he replied that he was, so I told him to come
with me to the food area and I'd get him something to eat.
He lifted a largish backpack onto his shoulder and followed
me. I led him to a table and sat him down, and asked him
what he wanted to eat. He looked round at the different food
outlets and asked if he could have a Big Mack and a
chocolate shake. Much as I hate fast food, I got him two Big
Macks, a large portion of French fries, and a large shake.
For myself, I got a chicken meal and another cup of coffee.

When I put the food in front of him, he began to wolf it
down as if he was afraid that someone was going to come and
take it before he had finished. I watched him as he ate, but
didn't distract him from eating. I decided that I needed to
know a bit more about him before I made up my mind what to
do with him.

When he had finished, I suggested that we go and put my
shopping and his backpack in my car, and then go for a walk
round the lake. While we walked to the car I told him my
name, but didn't push him to say anything till we had shed
our loads, walked round the lake a bit, and found a bench
looking over the lake, and partly concealed behind some
shrubs that were just beginning to bud. When we sat down I
said, "OK Chris, how about you tell me all about it then"?
He looked at me and his eyes began to tear up. He wiped his
eyes with the sleeve of his padded jacket, and made an
effort to pull himself together and started to tell me what
had let to my finding him in the toilets.

He told me that he was 13 years old and had been living with
his mum and step-dad, but that six months before, his mother
had been knocked down and killed by a hit-and-run driver. He
paused here for another cry, and I gently put my arm round
his shoulder to comfort him. He said that his step-dad had
never really liked him all that much, but since the only
other family he had was an uncle who lived somewhere in
Australia, his step-dad had a bit reluctantly been looking
after him. He then looked at me and blushed deeply, and went
on to tell me that he had had a friend to stay the previous
weekend, and that his step-dad had caught them looking at
gay pictures on the internet and wanking each other. His
step-dad had gone berserk, thrown his friend out, and told
Chris that he wasn't having any fucking queer staying under
his roof, and to pack his stuff and get out. Chris had
pleaded with him, but he just ignored his pleas and told him
he had an hour to get out of his house or he would thrash
him to within an inch of his life. Chris had packed all he
could in his backpack and had left the house. That was three
days ago. Since then he had been living rough and sleeping
in the park we were now in. The small amount of cash he had
managed to bring with him had run out the previous day, and
he just didn't know what to do next. At this point he buried
his face in my shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably. I
held him close and let him cry himself out, and then wiped
his eyes with my handkerchief.

As I held him, I made a decision. I knew it was one hell of
a risk, but this kid needed someone to care for him and get
him sorted out. I didn't know how to go about it, but I
decided I'd do the best I could. I said to him, "Look Chris,
first of all I want you to know that I'm gay, and I am very
attracted to boys around your age. Second I want you to
understand that I would never do anything to you, or anyone
else, unless you made it clear that you wanted me to. Now,
having said that, I would like to offer to take you to my
home, get you cleaned up, give you a good nights rest, and
then see what we have to do to get you taken care of. How
does that sound to you"? Chris looked deep into my eyes for
several moments and then just nodded his head and threw his
arms round my neck and held me tight.

Once I had managed to extract myself from his bear hug, we
walked slowly back to the car. We chatted about nothing in
particular. Chris just seemed to want to keep talking to
keep his mind off his troubles, and I was happy to help him
do that. Once we got back to the car, I asked him, "Chris,
are you certain that you want to come with me now? I promise
I'm not going to make a move on you. But I do want to help
you in any way I can". He looked at me, and for the first
time I saw the hint of a smile on his face, and he said,
"Yes please Greg. I think I'd probably kill myself if you
left me now". With that we got into the car and drove the 25
minute journey to my house.

When we got there, we carried my purchases and Chris's
backpack inside, and Chris stopped dead and just stared
round him. "Wow Greg, this place is massive. Do you live
here alone"? I assured him that other than a
cleaner/housekeeper who came in three mornings a week, and a
gardener who kept the garden trim and tidy, I lived
completely alone. I showed him to the lounge and asked him
what he wanted to drink, and he asked if he could have a cup
of tea. I switched on the large plasma screen television and
told him to make himself at home while I made the tea. I
went to the kitchen and made a big pot of tea, and brought
it into the lounge on a tray with mugs, sugar, milk, spoons
and a big plate of biscuits. I suggested that he take his
trainers off, but he wrinkled his nose and said, "I've been
wearing these socks for three days, and haven't washed my
feet in that time. I think I'd better wait till I get to the
bathroom". I grinned and said, "I don't care how much your
feet stink Chris, if you will feel more comfortable, then
take your trainers off, and if necessary, I'll wear a gas
mask". He grinned and kicked off his trainers, and in a few
seconds, the smell of his feet filled the room. Although it
was overpowering, I put down the tray, then knelt in front
of him, took his feet in my hands, and gently kissed each
one on the sole. Chris just looked at me with utter
disbelief on his face while I stood up and poured two
steaming mugs of tea, then handed him one and sat down on
the couch beside him and offered him the biscuits. I just
felt that he needed to know that I cared about him, and that
the smell of his unwashed feet and body was not going to
change that.

After we had both drunk two mugs of tea, and Chris had,
single handed, demolished the plate of biscuits, I said, "I
think its time for you to have a soak in a hot bath young
man. Have you got any clean clothes to wear when you
finish"? He shook his head and said, "All the clothes I
brought away with me were dirty when I packed them. They are
even worse now". I told him not to worry. I took him and
showed him the bathroom, which was designed as a wet room so
you didn't need to worry about getting water on the floor,
and he gazed round at the big corner bath and the multi
headed shower stall. I gave him a couple of big, fluffy bath
towels and told him to take as long as he wanted, but to put
all his dirty clothes outside the door when he had
undressed, including the ones in his bag, which he had
brought with him. I told him I would leave an old pair of
joggers and a bath robe outside the door for him to put on
when he was ready. I then went to get him the joggers and
the robe, and when I came back, there was a pile of quite
smelly, soiled clothes outside the bathroom door. I gathered
them up and left the robe and joggers and took his stuff
down to the laundry room and threw the lot in the washing
machine and put it on a deep wash cycle.

I sat in the lounge wondering what the hell to do next. Then
I had an idea. Bob, an old friend I had known since I was at
college, had a wife who was some sort of counsellor for
kids. I phoned him and asked to speak to Georgie, his wife.
When I explained the circumstances to her, she first
suggested that I should call Social Services right away. I
explained that I didn't think he was emotionally strong
enough to handle that just at the moment, and I told her I
had promised him he could stay with me for the night. She
told me that it was very risky to do that, and that it could
lead to all sorts of problems for me if anyone got the idea
that I might have molested him in any way. But when I made
her realise that I had given a promise and wasn't about to
break that promise, she said that so long as I never
mentioned our conversation, maybe I could get away with one
night, and plead ignorance of proper procedures if anyone
asked any embarrassing questions. But she stressed that I
should contact the authorities in the morning, and I
promised her I'd do that, and that I'd tell them I'd
contacted her for advice, but that it was far too late for
me to contact them, and as Chris was sound asleep, I decided
to wait till morning.

Shortly after I'd finished the call, the door opened, and a
beautiful angel walked in. Chris stood there in the white
robe. His hair was golden and reflected the dying rays of
the sun streaming in the window. He looked wonderfully
clean, and his blue eyes were watching me with a somewhat
dubious look. "You look bloody marvellous Chris", I said,
"Come here and give me a big hug". He gave a wonderful smile
which made his face light up, and he walked over to me and
hugged me so tight that I was gasping for breath.

"Thanks Greg. I feel so much better now. It is lovely to be
clean. And I feel safe, I think for the first time since my
mum died". I looked deep into his eyes and I knew that I was
beginning to have very strong feelings for him. I gave him a
peck on the tip of his freckled nose and told him to sit
down and relax. But he insisted on gathering up the dirty
mugs and tea things and taking them to the kitchen and
washing them all up. He then stuck his head round the door
and asked if I wanted more tea. I jumped up to make it, but
he told me to sit down and he would make it, and despite my
protests, in a very short time, we were sat together on the
couch with steaming mugs in out hands.

While we drank our tea, I explained about my conversation
with Georgie, and he looked a bit worried. I explained that
if we didn't do things properly, I could finish up in
trouble, and I might not be able to influence what happened
to him. He looked at me quizzically and asked, "What do you
mean, Influence what happens to me"? I told him that I
wasn't sure what I meant just yet, I hadn't sorted out my
own thoughts properly myself. But I assured him that I
wanted to do everything I could to make sure that he was
well cared for in future.

As I sat beside him, I suddenly realised that he didn't have
the joggers on. When I asked him why he wasn't wearing them
he said that he had tried them on, but because they were too
big and baggy for him they felt really uncomfortable, so he
had left them off. I said I'd go and find something else for
him to wear, but he said it was OK. He was quite comfortable
as he was. The thought of him sitting next to me, naked
under the gown, began to have an effect on me, and I began
to get hard inside my jeans, and when I looked down, I saw
that there was a very prominent bulge there. I tried to re
arrange myself unobtrusively, but Chris noticed and grinned
at me. He then untied the cord holding his gown shut and
opened it to reveal a beautiful uncut cock standing out from
a thin, straggly bush of golden pubes with the very tip of
his glans just peeping from his loose looking foreskin. He
looked at me and said, "See, I'm hard as well. You don't
need to be embarrassed". I gently told him to cover himself
up, and that he shouldn't be exposing himself to me. He
said, "But I thought you said that you liked boys like me".
I said, "I do, but that doesn't mean that you have to do
anything like that just because you think I might want it".
He grinned at me and said, "But I want you to want me. You
remember I told you my step-dad caught me and John wanking.
Well, if he had been about two minutes later, we would
probably have been on the floor 69ing each other. We had
been wanking and sucking each other  for over two years. We
always discussed the fact that one day we would like to have
fun with a man. I like you very much, in fact I think I
might be beginning to love you and I'd really like you to be
the first man to suck my cock for me". With that, he opened
his gown again, and then gently reached over and felt the
straining bulge in my jeans.

I gently removed his hand and tried to explain that if
anyone found out I'd even let him touch me through my jeans,
I could finish up in prison, and wherever he finished up, he
could be branded as a "queer and a faggot". He grinned and
said, "How is anyone going to know. I sure as hell won't
tell anyone, and I'm certain that you won't. I said, "Do you
realise that if I give in and do anything with you, it will
be the first time I have ever done anything with an underage
boy"? He grinned and said, "That's great. It will be
wonderful, Ill be your first boy, and you'll be my first
man". And he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips.

At that point, I gave in and I returned the kiss, gently
probing at his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth and
allowed my tongue to enter, and a tongue wresting match
ensued and lasted for several minutes until we both
separated, gasping for breath. I reached over and opened his
robe again and asked him to stand up. He stood in front of
me, and I slipped the robe off his shoulders and arms and
threw it to one side, and he stood in front of me as naked
as the day he was born, with his beautiful cock, which I
estimated to be about 4« inches, throbbing in front of me in
time with his heart beat. I ran my hands over his smooth,
almost hairless body, gently rubbing his nipples till they
stood up, and also feeling the firm globes of his backside.
He just stood there and let me explore his body, his
perfect, angel's body.

He then sat me on the couch, knelt in front of me and
removed my shoes and socks. He pulled me to my feet and
slipped my polo shirt over my head, and then he unfastened
my belt, undid the button and zip of my Jeans and let them
drop to the floor so I could step out of them, and then
gazed at my white bikini briefs which were tented out by my
rigid seven inch cock, and which had a big wet patch at the
head of the bulge where my cock was copiously leaking
precum. Chris knelt in front of me and gently fondled my
manhood inside my briefs, and then lowered his head and took
the cotton covered head into his mouth. While he did this
his hand took my heavy balls and began to gently squeeze
them. After a few moments of this, I pulled him to his feet,
slipped off my briefs, and hugged him tight against me so
that our cocks were grinding against each other. Once again,
we engaged in a deep kiss while our hands explored each
others body. I then took the cheeks of his ass, one in each
hand, pulled him tight against me and began to hump my body
against his so that our hot, throbbing, cocks were rubbing
against each others. Chris began to moan and to return the
humping action, and I could feel that I wasn't far away from
one almighty orgasm. I began to thrust my body against Chris
harder and faster, and all of a sudden, I felt a warm
wetness flooding between our bodies as Chris began to spill
his boy juice. This was enough to finish me off, and I began
to add my juice to his in the space between our bodies. For
a few moments we held each other tightly together while we
both finished discharging our seed, then we collapsed onto
the couch together and lay embracing each other and kissing
as we recovered form our mighty orgasms.

When the glazed look left Chris's eyes, and his breathing
was approaching something like normal he whispered, "Fuck
Greg, that was the best experience I have ever had in my
life. Much better than I ever got with John". I looked him
in the eyes and said, "It was the best I've ever had as well
Chris. Thank you for giving yourself to me. I hope you
enjoyed it as much as I did"? He just grinned, pulled away
from me and began to rub his hand in the mass of cum on my
body, and I quickly began to do the same to him.

After a few moments of this, I got up, pulled him to his
feet, and led him upstairs to the bathroom again. This time
we went in together and went to the shower stall where I
turned on all the jets full blast, and pulled him into the
cascading water with me. We spent some time thoroughly
cleaning each other, frequently stopping to kiss deeply.
When I eventually turned off the water and we each took a
clean towel and began to dry each other, I looked deeply
into his eyes and asked, "Chris, I don't know if it would be
possible, but if it is, would you like to live with me while
we sort out what is going to happen to you"? He returned my
gaze and said, "Greg, I want to live with you for ever". We
went down stairs and I made my new lover and myself a hot
chocolate drink. And when we had drunk it and I had washed
the cups, I led him upstairs. "Do you want you own room
Chris, or do you want to sleep with me"?  Chris looked and
me and said, "That's a very silly question Greg". I picked
him up and carried him to my bed and climbed in beside him
and hugged him close. In a very short time his eyes had
closed and he was sound asleep. Poor kid, he had gone
through so much in the last few days. I was amazed he had
stayed awake as long as he had. I set the alarm for 7:00am,
to make sure we had time to prepare for Mrs Braham, my
housekeeper who was due in the next morning, and I snuggled
down beside him, hugged him close, and fell asleep and
dreamt the night away with dreams all about Chris and me.

In the morning I woke with a start and a wet feeling in my
groin. As I began to gather my wits, I thought I must have
had a wet dream. Something I hadn't done for ages. Then I
became aware that something was moving down there, and I
realised that Chris was between my legs, very gently licking
and sucking my glans. I looked down and smiled at him, and
he grinned back at me and began to bob up and down on my
hard cock. It was quite obvious that this was not the first
time he had sucked cock. He was very careful to keep his
teeth from scratching me, and he constantly made use of his
tongue to stimulate me. He kept looking at me and grinning,
and I began to get closer to an orgasm and started to thrust
myself at him each time he moved down on me. I had never
experienced a guy anywhere near as young as him sucking me,
and I realised that I found it much more exciting than with
older guys. It wasn't long before I was very near, and I
told Chris that I was about to cum, and that if he didn't
want my cum in his mouth, he should finish me off by hand.
He just grinned and increased the speed at which his mouth
was moving on my cock, and in very short order I was
shooting rope after rope of my hot juice into his mouth. The
kid never spilt a drop, even though I must have shot five or
six times, and once he had finished sucking out the last
remnants from my balls, he moved up next to me and we kissed
long and deep, sharing the last remnants of my cum which he
had kept in his mouth.

After we had finished kissing, I moved right down to the
foot of the bed. It was now my turn to give Chris pleasure
as I hope he had never been given it before. I began with
his feet, licking and kissing them all over and sucking his
toes. He giggled and said that it tickled, but said it was
also really sexy. I then began to kiss and lick my way up
his shins, and I discovered that he had some very fine,
golden hairs on his legs that I hadn't noticed before. When
I got to his thighs, I concentrated on giving him very
gentle licks with the tip of my tongue, and he began to
groan and squirm, and after a few moments he said, "If you
keep doing that I'll cum before you ever get to my balls or
my cock. I grinned and continued working towards his
beautiful looking scrotum. When I got there, I gently licked
it all over, liberally coating it with my saliva, then I
sucked first one ball, and then the other into my mouth and
massaged them with my tongue while I took hold of his rock
hard, throbbing cock and began to stroke it gently with two
fingers. Chris was beginning to moan and groan and to move
compulsively on the bed. I then sucked both balls into my
mouth together for a few moments before I moved my oral
attentions to his 4«  inches of beautiful boy cock. I licked
it all over, gradually getting nearer and nearer to the top.
When I got to the glans, I slipped my tongue into the
overhang of his foreskin and worked it in between the skin
and his head. This really got him going, and he began to
thrust himself into my mouth very forcefully. I gripped his
skin with my lips, and gently peeled it right back and began
to lap his head all over with my tongue. I then began to
move up and down on his cock, lapping the head each time
that I pulled back to the top. Chris almost screamed,
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhh.... I'm gonna
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......", and he began to fill my mouth
with the most exquisite tasting cum I had ever tasted, Nutty
and sweet, and hot as if it had come from a kettle. I
swallowed every drop except the last few dribbles which I
held in my mouth to share with him. He pushed me away from
his cock which had obviously become too sensitive to take
any more activity, and he lay there, bathed in sweat, his
chest heaving, as he tried to get his breath back. While he
recovered from what had obviously been a major orgasm for
him, I moved up beside him, and when he had recovered some
semblance of normality, I pulled him to me and kissed, and
shared his wonderful juice with him. After a long kiss,
Chris lay back and looked into my eyes. "Oh Greg, that was
the most fantastic thing that has ever happened to me. I
thought John was good at sucking, but you make it
soooooooooooooo much better. It was fucking fantastic". I
grinned at him and hugged him to me again and he wrapped his
arms round me and gave his impression of a bear hug yet
again.

After a few minutes, I looked at the bedside clock and saw
that it was nearly 6:50am. I turned off the alarm, and told
Chris that he should go to the bed in one of the spare
bedrooms, as Mrs Braham, my housekeeper, would be in at
about 8:00am, and I wanted everything to look as if we had
spent the night in separate beds. Chris first helped me to
make my bed so that it was tidy, then I showed him the
bedroom across the landing from mine, moved his backpack
into the room, and suggested that he get into bed and go
back to sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed, and in very
short order, he was sound asleep again. I then went back to
my freshly made bed, got into it and moved about a bit to
make it look as if it had been slept in, and then dozed off.
I was woken again by Mrs Braham bringing me a cup of tea. I
explained the bare details of my having found Chris and
brought him home, and asked her to take him a cup of tea,
but not to wake him if he was still asleep. She came back a
few minutes later to say she had left the tea, but that the
boy was still sound asleep. I drank my tea, got up, showered
and dressed, and then went and woke Chris, holding my finger
to my lips to warn him to be quiet. He nodded, and reached
up and kissed me briefly on my lips. I gave him his tea, and
told him to get up and have a shower and then to come down
in the joggers and robe for breakfast.

When I got downstairs, I explained to Mrs Braham in a bit
more detail how I came to have a strange boy in the house.
She was a motherly soul, and was very sympathetic, and asked
what I intended to do. I explained that I was going to
contact Social Services, but that if he had nowhere to go, I
was going to try to get him placed with me while they sorted
out his future. She said that if there was anything she
could do, I only had to ask. I explained about Chris's
clothes, which were still in the washing machine, and she
said that as soon as she had finished getting breakfast for
Chris and me, she would sort them out and iron them so he
had something reasonably decent to wear to see the Social
worker. I gave her a quick kiss and thanked her, and she
blushed and smiled at me. At that point, Chris came running
downstairs and into the kitchen. I introduced him to Mrs
Braham who gave him a big motherly hug, and then we sat down
to a massive breakfast which she put on the breakfast
counter in front of us.

When we had finished, Mrs Braham gave Chris a pile of
reasonably clean and pressed clothes and told him to go and
dress in his own clothes. He gave her a kiss, took his
clothes and scampered upstairs to change. While he was
upstairs, I found the number of Social Services, gave them a
call, and they said someone would come round to the house in
about an hour.

To be Continued????????

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