Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:44:10 -0500
From: Christian Parker <christian.parker.2009@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian Parker -1

The following is a complete work of fiction.  I based it loosely on my own
exploits as a young adult.  It uses both what I did and what I wanted to
do.  If reading about sexual actions between boys and men upsets or offends
you, or worse causes you to engage in the pursuit of abusing underage boys
please discontinue reading immediately.  If you can keep fiction from
reality separate in your daily life then by all means enjoy the following
story.  It will be just a bit slow to start and I will try to keep it
coming as much as I can.  Feel free to email me.  I wrote stories here long
ago and loved the fans I met.  I'm hoping to gather a new fan base once
again.  Enjoy:


	My name is Christian and this is my story...

	I suppose it all began when I was twelve. I was a very cute kid I
remember.  I was a sweet soft spoken child always willing to give people
hugs.  I laughed a lot and lived in my old little world of Ninja Turtles
and Power Rangers.  I was obsessed with wearing tighty whitey underwear
with my heroes on them.  I had sandy blond brown hair and bright blue eyes.
I kept my hair a little long, down to my neck and combed it back.  I loved
having it touseled by my father and uncles.  I was skinny with the
slightest tinge of carmel to my white skin.  I was smart and mature for my
age.  I liked listening to adults talk, though I couldn't always follow
what they were saying.  My parents always tried to engage me in
conversation and as such I was quite well spoken, though horribly shy.  I
loved compliments and doing a good job.  I would do anything for the
smallest words of encouragement or a simple pat on my shoulder.

       I was in eighth grade and knew nothing of sex save a few whispers
and glimpses of naughty scenes on R rated movies I had been allowed to
watch.  My parents always fast forwarded through the good stuff.  Then one
night my older cousin was babysitting me.  He was seventeen at the time.  I
was watching television and noticed him slip off to `use the bathroom'.  He
was gone awhile so I went in search of him.  I found a light coming from
inside my parent's room and followed the trail.

	"Ryan?" I called softly, stepping into my parents room.  There was
no answer so I followed the light into my parents walk-in bathroom and into
the closet.  "Ryan?" He jumped near out of his skin.  He was standing in
the corner of the walk in closet looking at something.  He quickly placed
it back on the top shelf and turned around.  I noticed a big lump in his
shorts, as if he had stuffed a bunch of candy bars in a pocket where his
zipper was.

	"Hey Christian, I was just uh...looking for extra toilet paper.  Is
the movie over?  Come on, let's make some popcorn?"

	He guided me out of the room by my shoulder.  My curiosity raged
and I felt a strange feeling all over in my tummy and down in my pants.  It
was as though my blood was running a marathon.

	A few weeks later my mommy left to run to the store.  My brother
was at football practice and my dad wasn't home from work yet.  I began to
think about what my cousin had been looking at.  I went to my parent's
closet.  I had to get my mom's make-up stool and used it to climb and look
at the top shelf in my parent's closet.  There, behind a couple old
sweaters was a pile of VHS tapes.  There were pictures on them of naked men
and women.  They were smiling and holding each other like lovers in a
movie.  My body began to shake and tingle, my blood began to churn again,
my stomach clamped shut and I had to remember to breathe.  I picked up one
of the films and climbed down off the stool.  I carefully put the stool
back and closed the door and ran into my room.

       I had a cheap TV with a VCR built into it at the time.  I quickly
put in the tape and watched.  The TV faded into view and there was a woman,
grunting and crying out as if she were being hurt.  A man was pushing her.
Both were naked.  I noticed the man had a beautiful back, smooth and
muscular, with tight round mounds of flesh for a bum.  I reached out to the
TV to trace his back, wondering is my own behind looked like his.  His jaw
was square and he had slightly long curly hair.  It reminded me of old 80s
movies.  His eyes were closed and he was grunting.  I was mesmerized by the
way his biceps flexed and pulled the woman into him.  She was pretty I
suppose. She had long blond hair, slightly curled.  She had lots of make up
on and was skinny.  Her long legs wrapped around the man and pulled him
closer into her while she moaned.

       	"Harder," she cried , "fuck me harder."

       My eyes stayed fixated on the television like a small creature of
prey staring a predator in the eyes.  The minutes ticked by like hours.
Then the camera shifted.  It was all pink and pale and red something
moving.  It looked like one of those modern art paintings, where you don't
know what's going on but realize something is happening.  The camera moved
again back to the couple.  He seemed to be grunting louder.

       	"Yes, give it to me!" the woman cried

       Then the man pulled off of her.  My eyes widened impossibly even
more.  The man showed his beautiful exposed body.  He was tall with a broad
chest and a smooth stomach.  His abdominal muscles, while small were taut
and visible.  But better than this was his pee pee.  It stuck straight out
in front of him like a piece of salami.  It was only 6 inches or so, but
seemed enormous to my innocent eyes.  It was beautiful.  The most beautiful
thing I ever saw.  I watched as he grabbed his hand and ran it up and down
his penis until it began to spray milk everywhere.

       For the first time I noticed that the woman was now fully exposed.
She looked strange and foreign.  I had never seen naked bodies before.  She
was moaning still and groping her boobs.  They were large and round.  She
had a strange sort of cut in her where her pantys should be.  Her hands
were touching whatever was down there.

       "Christian!" I jumped ten feet high as my mom called me from the
kitchen.  "Christian come help me put the groceries up!".  Sweat broke over
my body as I jammed the stop button on the VCR 15 times.  The TV clicked
off and I stood there shaking.  I had never felt like this before.  It was
the fiercest excitement ever.  It was buried treasure and all mine.  And
that peepee; that man's peepee changed me forever.  There was no going
back.

       "Christian, where are you?!"

       I took a few deep breaths to stop the shaking.  Then I walked to the
kitchen to help my mother.  The whole time I did this I imagined what that
pee pee must feel like.  I wanted to know what it was.  Why was it so big?
Did all men have those?  Mine was nothing like that.  I had to know more.
I had to see one in real life!

       	To Be Continued

Well what do you think?  Feedback is always welcome.  Please be patient.
This is not much, I know.  I already have a lot of plans of where I'm going
to take this.  Don't worry, Christian will get what's coming to him in the
next few chapters.  I will update with more soon.  Please feel free to
email me at Christian.Parker.2009@gmail.com