Christopher's Story 22

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Christopher's Story

Chapter 22

The meeting at school the next day wasn't so bad. The dean said that since I was only defending myself, there was no reason for me not to be in school. He said that I was expected to be in class the next morning. I didn't know whether to be happy about that or not.

After the meeting, Jim and I went back to the apartment. He had taken the day off to go to the meeting, do we had the rest of the day to do whatever we wanted. I was both nervous and excited about spending the day alone with him. I couldn't stop thinking about his body.

He cooked lunch while I checked my email and sent a few more out. Ted had emailed asking why I hadn't returned any of his emails and why I hadn't come to see him. I sent him a quick reply telling him about Evan and Dad being here, and then I told him that I would be back in school the next day.

"So, do you think your dad will get custody of you?" asked Jim when we sat down to eat.

"I really hope he does," I said, looking away from him.

"Chris, if you want to live with him, then I hope he does, too," he said.

"Its really strange," I said. "I want to live with my dad, but I don't want to leave my friends behind."

"That's understandable," he said. "Your friends can visit, and you know that you'll be more than welcome to come back and visit any time you wanted."

"Yes, but somehow, I don't think I'll ever visit this apartment again if I move out," I said.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see what happens," he said.

"I know I'll miss you," I said, shocking myself.

"I'll miss you, too," he said, smiling at me.

We were both silent for a while after that. I couldn't believe that I'd said that, but I was happy that he'd said he would miss me, too. I didn't know how to talk to him anymore. Instead of getting more comfortable with him, I was growing more and more nervous around him. I think he was starting to notice that, too.

After lunch, we went to the mall. He wanted to get a few things there, and I tagged along just to be with him. I knew I was acting like a stupid kid with a crush, but Jim didn't seem to notice that. I just hoped he never did.

As we walked through the mall, I kept thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him. I wondered what he liked. It couldn't be that different from having sex with Evan. Although, I didn't think he'd want me to fuck him, I was sure that he'd like the way I sucked dick. I just wished that he would let me know that he wanted me to do it.

I was sure that he wasn't into that kind of stuff, but that wouldn't stop me from thinking about it. I thought about it until we were back in the apartment, and he told me he was going to just lay on the couch and watch television until supper time.

I went to my room and surfed the net until it was time for Khayman and Puck to get home from school. I sent emails to a few net friends and read some emails that I'd neglected. I searched the net for music and other things, but nothing could keep my mind off Jim.

I couldn't believe that he was with my mom. Granted, my mother is a beautiful woman, but with the way that she acts, I couldn't believe that he had stayed this long with her. He must really lover her to put up with all of the things that she'd said and done since I'd moved to Chicago. She had been especially mean to him on more than a few occasions. When he took my side in any argument, she was almost brutal with him.

I couldn't figure out why he'd stay with her. I'd heard them arguing at night almost every night lately. Things weren't going well between them, and I didn't know how much longer he would be able to put up with my mother's ranting. I hoped it wasn't long, but at the same time I didn't want to see him leave.

I was broke out of my thoughts of lost would be step-fathers and cruel mothers by the sound of the telephone ringing. When I was about to answer it, it stopped ringing. I didn't think anything of it and went back to my surfing and my thoughts.

"Chris," said Jim, opening my door slightly. "Telephone."

"Thanks," I said, grabbing my extension. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was after three. I'd been on the net for more than two hours.

"Chris?" said a familiar voice from the other end of the telephone line. The voice brought a smile to my face immediately.

"Tommy!" I cried into the receiver with joy.

"How are you, man?" he asked. I could hear the same old smirk in his voice.

"I'm alright," I said quickly. "How are you?"

"Doing great," he replied. "Evan let me call you on his cell phone. He's sitting right here grinning at me."

"You don't know how good it is to hear from you!" I said.

"Boy don't I!" he laughed. "I miss you like crazy. There's nobody to hang out with here anymore."

"What about Alex?" I asked.

"Alex doesn't care much for me," he said dismissively. "I hear you're coming home soon."

"I hope so," I said. "Soon isn't soon enough for me."

"That'll be awesome," he said. "Evan tells me that I can't tell anyone that, though. Sucks, but I guess I can keep it secret."

"Thanks," I said, wondering why Evan didn't want him to say anything about me coming back home. "How is your mom?"

"She's fine," he said. "Talks about you a lot, and she says that she can't believe that your mom did this to your dad."

Our mothers used to be pretty close friends. Then when Mom moved here, that friendship kind of fizzled out. I just wish that my mother would have made some friends here. Then maybe she'd spend more time outside the apartment and away from me.

"I can't believe that my mom has done a lot of things that she has done," I said.

"What's going on up there, Chris? Evan won't tell me anything," he said.

"Well then maybe its best that I don't tell you either," I said, wanting to make sure that if it was supposed to be a secret until court that it stayed that way.

"You sound so different," he said. "I almost don't even know your voice."

"Well yours sounds the same," I said, laughing. "I sure am glad to talk to you."

"Same here," said Tommy. "Wait till you get back to Springfield and see who James is hanging out with now!"

"When did James get back to town?" I asked. Evan told me that James and Cole had moved out of Springfield to live with their aunt. He never said where they'd moved to, though.

"A few weeks ago," said Tommy. "His aunt and uncle moved here."

We talked for over an hour before Tommy finally gave the phone to Evan. He told me all about what was happening at school there, and it made me miss home even more. I didn't tell him that, though. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop telling about all of it.

Evan talked about Dad's lawyer and how certain he was that the case was great to bring me back home. I was happy to hear that, but I wanted to know exactly what Dad was going to say in court, but Evan didn't know. All he kept saying was that Mom was sunk.

I had just hung up the phone when Jim stuck his head in my door to ask me if I wanted to go out and grab some dinner. That sounded pretty good to my stomach, although I didn't know I was hungry until he mentioned food.

Ten minutes later, I was changed and in the passenger seat of his car. We talked about what it was going to be like for me to go back to school tomorrow. It was strange to me, but I knew that I'd be alright. Khayman and Puck would be there, and I knew I could count on them.

We had dinner at an Italian place that he raved about. The food was great, but I couldn't take my mind off what it would feel like to be with him. Every time he moved, I imagined what the movement would look like if he were naked.

A couple times, he asked me if I was ok, so I tried to keep up with the conversation he was trying to have with me. I couldn't remember anything we'd talked about when we finally left the restaurant, though. I had it bad this time.

It was getting pretty late when we got back to the apartment. Jim went to take a shower, and I picked out a movie for us to watch until it was time for me to get to bed. I couldn't decided between two movies, so I listened to make sure that the shower wasn't running, and when I didn't hear it, I opened the bathroom door to ask him which one he wanted to watch.

My heart about stopped when I looked at him. He was completely naked with his head buried under the towel as he towel dried his hair. His dick was right there in front of me, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was soft, but I could tell that it was pretty big. He wasn't circumcised, and that fascinated me even more. The foreskin covered the head of his dick and puckered a bit.

"Sorry," I mumbled, and shut the door before he had the chance to catch me staring at his dick.

I went back to the living room and sat on the couch with the image of his flaccid dick burned into my memory. I couldn't get the image out of my head, and when he came out of the bathroom in his lounge pants, I tried everything I could think of to will my own dick to go down again.

"Did you need something earlier?" he asked. "I barely heard you with the towel over my head."

"I just wanted to know which of these two movies you wanted to watch," I said, thrusting the two videos outward in front of me.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "Your face is kind of flushed."

"I'm fine," I said, trying hard not to look at the crotch of his pants.

"Lets watch this one," he said, but I didn't pay any attention to which one he selected. He'd turned around, and the fabric of his lounge pants was tight around his waist, so I could see the globes of his ass straining against the fabric.

We watched the movie, or I should say, he watched the movie. I just sat there trying very hard not to think about his uncut dick and his perfect ass. How in the Hell did I get so stuck on my mother's boyfriend? I couldn't understand it. He'd been here all this time. I'd seen him every single day, and now I was hot for him. I just couldn't believe it.

Finally it was time to go to bed. I couldn't wait to get out of that living room and away from him. I was so afraid that he'd figure out what was wrong with me if I stayed too long, so I went to my room, and plunged into my bed. The last thing I thought of before I closed my eyes was his uncut dick. As soon as sleep took me, I started to dream about him.

He walked into my room to wake me up, and I was already awake. My dick was in my hand, and I was stroking it for all I was worth. I tried to cover myself when he walked in, but he grabbed my hand and held it. I looked up into his eyes, and saw that he was smiling at me.

"I've been wanting to see your dick since the day you moved in here," he said, smiling. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

He sat on my bed, making me move over. Then his hand replaced mine on my dick, and he stroked it slowly. I couldn't believe he was doing it. He just stared into my eyes and kept stroking my dick, causing ripples of pleasure starting from the head of my dick to the tips of my toes and hair.

"God, that feels good," I said, finally closing my eyes.

It seemed like as soon as my eyes were closed, I felt his hand replaced by the warm wet confines of his mouth. I snapped my eyes open again and stared down at him as he sucked my entire dick into his mouth. This was my fantasy come true! Jim was sucking my dick. I just laid back and enjoyed it.

"Pull your underwear all the way off," he said, taking his mouth off my dick.

I struggled to comply, and soon I was completely naked. He spread my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. The next thing I knew his tongue was bathing my balls, and I wanted so badly to stroke my dick, but I also wanted to wait and see just what he had in store for me. I could hardly breath as it was.

When his tongue darted lower than my balls, I knew what he was after. I couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have him this way. His hot breath was poring over my balls, making them feel like they were vibrating. I tried to shove my crotch at his face, but it was next to impossible to do in the position I was in, so I had to just remain in waiting, wondering what his next move would be and how soon he would make it.

Then he started licking all around my asshole, but he didn't touch it. It was driving me crazy, and I wanted his tongue inside my hole. I was panting now from all of the attention. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to keep from jerking my dick. I was getting so excited.

Then his tongue ran across my asshole, and I thought I'd cum on the spot. He swirled it around my hole several times, and then I felt him pushing his tongue inside. I squirmed and moaned, and I wanted to cum so bad. I couldn't believe how hot he had me. It was the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had.

Then his tongue was gone from my asshole, and I felt him insert a finger. He pushed it into me slowly, looking up into my eyes for any sign of discomfort. Seeing none, he began to pull his finger out slowly. When he pushed it back in, I felt him hit my prostate, and I saw stars.

"Fuck me," I breathed.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me for a minute. His eyes were so tender, I knew that he would be gentle with me. I knew that he'd stop if I asked him to. I could see it in his eyes. I wanted him inside me so bad. I could hardly wait to feel his dick sliding into me like his finger had.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yes," I replied. "I'm sure."

He removed his finger from my ass and lowered my legs down to the bed. He walked out of the room, and I didn't know what he was doing at first. Then he came back with a tube of something in his hand, and he told me to turn over on my belly. As soon as I was in position, he grabbed my hips and pulled. I lifted my crotch, and he stuffed one of my pillows under me. Then he let go of me.

I jumped when I felt his slick finger suddenly touch my asshole. He moved it all around my hole for a few minutes, then he took it away. When he put it back, it was right against my hole. It slid inside of me so easily, and I could feel the slick texture of whatever was in the tube. It seemed like he was pushing a lot of it inside me.

"Do you think you're ready for two fingers?" he asked me.

All I could do was nod my head. I guess he understood, because I soon felt pressure against my asshole again. This time, two of his finger slid into me. I felt a little full, but there was no pain. He pushed them in slowly and pulled them back out a few times. Then he took them out completely.

He spread my legs and positioned himself between them. Then I felt the head of his dick press against my hole. I tried not to tense up my muscles, and I knew that I could manage it when he turned my head sideways and kissed me lightly on the lips. He opened his mouth, so I did too. When he slid his tongue against mine, I felt the pressure of his dick being pushed against my hole.

"I'm going to slide the head of my dick into you," he said softly. "Don't push back against me. I know that you'll want to, but it will make this harder. Just relax and tell me if you can't take it."

"Ok," I replied, but I knew that I wouldn't stop now. I wanted him inside me, and nothing would stop it from happening.

Then I started to feel my asshole being stretched open. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop, so I didn't say anything. Then there was a flash of real pain, and then it changed to a dull ache, and I knew he had the head of his dick in my ass. He stopped and stayed perfectly still that way.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to remember to keep breathing.

"The head is in," he said. "It'll be easier from here."

"Alright," I said, relieved.

Then I felt more pressure against my asshole, but I could also feel his dick sliding into me. I thought it was all inside until he asked me if I was ok again. He said that we were half way there and asked me if I wanted to stop and get used to the feeling of having it inside me. Then the pressure increased, and I felt him slide the rest of his dick inside me.

"Ready?" he asked me when I felt his balls against my perineum.

"I'm ready," I replied.

He started to slide his dick back out of me slowly, and that was a feeling that I couldn't stand. I wanted to scream for him to put it back in, but I knew that he would. Sure enough, I was rewarded for keeping silent by the feeling of his dick sliding back into me. He repeated that a few times, and then he took his dick out of me completely.

I instantly thought it was over, and I was disappointed. He told me to roll over onto my back, and he held the pillow in place as I moved into position. Then he lifted my legs until my feet were on his shoulders. He put more of the slick stuff on his dick and my hole. Then he smeared some on the head of my dick. It was weird, because until then, I'd forgotten all about my dick. As soon as his slick fingers touched it, I remembered it.

He scooted around on his knees, never letting go of my legs, until he was in position. I felt the head of his dick against my asshole again, and he bent his head down and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth at the same time his dick started to slide into my ass. I thought I would cum right then, but I didn't. When he lowered himself until he was virtually laying on me, my slick dick slid around on his abdomen. The slightest movement from either of us cause my dick to slide a little more against him, keeping my body filled with that awesome feeling.

He stayed like that for a minute, and then he began to slowly slide his dick out of me again. When just the head of his dick was inside me, he stopped. He moved his head away from mine, breaking our kiss, and looked into my eyes. He smiled at me, and I thought I would cry.

He looked me right in the eye as his dick started to slide back into me very slowly. I loved the feeling, but the he was moving excruciatingly slow. He kept looking into my eyes, so I thought he was watching me for any sign of pain. Then I felt his dick touch something inside of me, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. Then he started to withdraw his dick again, but soon, he was sliding back into me, and every time he did, his dick touched that spot.

He continued to slide in and out of me like that for a few more minutes, and then he pushed all the way inside of me until I could feel his pubic hair against my balls. Then he alternated with a few short strokes with his dick sliding over my prostate on each stroke and one long stroke taking him all the way inside me.

"How're you doing?" he asked me after a while.

"I'm ok, but I don't think I'm going to be able to keep from cumming for too much longer," I said.

Then he stared switching from the short strokes to the long ones quickly, and he increased the speed. Then, like a lightning bolt hit me, I threw my head back against the pillow, and my dick erupted. I wrapped my arms around him as I shook from the power of my orgasm.

"Chris," he said, and I opened my eyes to find him standing there in my doorway fully dressed while I was in my bed, naked, with my dick in my hand shooting cum up over my chest and stomach.

"Oh, God!" I hissed as I realized that I had been dreaming, and he had just caught me masturbating in my sleep.

He smiled and closed the door, and I let the power of my orgasm drive me for a few more minutes. After taking a quick shower, I walked out of the bedroom and found him in the kitchen. He was cooking eggs, so I sat down at the table. I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to say to him. He solved that for me, though.

"You alright?" he asked, turning to smile at me.

"Oh, yeah," I said, smiling back at him. "I'm fine."