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Christopher's Story

Copyright ©2002 Eric Draven®

Chapter Three

 

    "I knew you were a cocksucker," laughed James as he wiped his dick and stuffed it back into his shorts.  He smirked at me, and I wanted to get up and kill him.

    "Shut up, James," said Cole from behind me.   "You sure didn't waste any time shoving your dick into Alex's mouth."

    "But at least I'm not a cocksucker," he replied, smiling from ear to ear.

    "That's right," said Cole.  "You're worse than a cocksucker. You are a prick!"

    "Fuck you, faggot," said James.

    Cole jumped off the bed and tore after James naked.   I looked at Evan, and he just smiled and shook his head.  Alex let out a sigh, and I looked at him.  He smiled back at me, and then dropped his head slightly.   I didn't know what to say to him.

    My own dick was still hard, and I desperately wanted to take care of it, but I didn't think that was going to happen any time soon.  I sat back down beside Alex and listened to the sound of Cole taking revenge on James for calling him a faggot.

    "This happen a lot?" I asked Evan.

    He smiled at me and said, "Yup."

    I watched as Evan got his shorts back on.  I loved to watch my brother's body when he moved.  All of his muscles moved and bulged.   His workouts were really paying off.  He was turning into one of the sexiest guys I'd ever seen.

    Alex wasn't far behind him, either.  I didn't know if he worked out as much as Evan did or not.  I didn't even know if Alex worked out at all.  I'd never really talked to Alex before.  He'd always been so quiet at school, and he was always hanging around James.

    Well, now I knew why he was always hanging out with James.   They actually were sucking each other's dicks.  Well, I knew that Alex was sucking James's dick, but I hadn't actually seen James suck Alex's.  I didn't know anything for sure yet.

    Then there was the way that James acted.  He'd called me a cocksucker and his brother a faggot.  I didn't think that someone who was sucking dick would call someone a cocksucker.  But then, James had always seemed very strange to me and Tommy.

    TOMMY!

    I couldn't wait to tell Tommy about all of this.  He would surely flip when he heard that I had sucked Alex's dick and Alex had sucked off James.  He had been right.  I would have to admit that, but I didn't care.   I had just sucked Alex's dick.

    "I'm sorry, Chris," said James, returning to the room with Cole right behind him.

    "No problem," I said.

    "He's just an ass," said Cole.  "Don't let him bother you."

    "He didn't bother me," I said, thinking that I really wanted him to suck my dick.  I wasn't going to push my luck, though.  It was clear to me that the only reason that James had said he was sorry was because Cole had made him say it.

    After a few rounds of stupid conversation, Alex, James and I returned to James's room.  We sat on the beds and watched the late night movie, and I could feel myself dozing off half way through it.  James must have noticed it, too, because he kept staring at me.

    "You can crash on that bed if you want," he said.  "Alex will sleep with me in this bed."

    "No," said Alex, and he got off James's bed and came over to sit beside me.

    "Alright," said James.  "Sleep with Chris then."

    I couldn't have cared either way at that point.  I was so tired that I know I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Wild animals could have crawled into the bed with me, and I wouldn't have cared.  It had been a very long and trying day for me.

    The next thing I knew, I woke up with my arms around Alex.   It was a natural thing for me to do.  I'd been sleeping with Evan for a while, and we always cuddled all night long.  I guess it was just the difference in their bodies that alerted me that I had my arms around someone strange.

    Alex snuggled back against me, so I gathered that he didn't mind the cuddling.  When I thought about it, I was glad he didn't mind.   Alex was a very good looking boy, and I really did like him.  Well, I liked him as much as I possibly could for the amount of time that I'd actually really known him.

    I felt him rubbing my arm with his hand, and then I felt his firm butt push back against my crotch.  My dick woke up in a hurry.  It definitely liked the thought of Alex's ass being so close.  I hoped that he didn't feel it, and when I heard his breathing become slow and regular, I felt myself release the tension in my body.  I laid my head behind his and went back to sleep.

    I dreamt of my father.  I was back in my house and standing outside the door to his den.  Just as it had actually happened, I opened the door and walked right in.  He was there on the couch.  He was nude, just like before, and he was sleeping.

    I stood there in the doorway, looking at his smooth body.   The warm afternoon sun was coming in through the window across the room, and it's golden rays brushed my father's nude body.  He looked like he was glowing with the sun shining on him like that, and he was truly gorgeous to look at.

    His dick was lying up his stomach and almost reached his navel.  I could feel my own dick hardening as I stood there staring at my sleeping father's dick.  I knew that if he woke up, he would be angry with me for spying on him like that, but I just couldn't help it.  He looked so good.

    Without realizing what I was doing, I crept closer to him.   I could see his discarded clothes on the floor at the foot of the couch, and I stopped to pick up his underwear.  Unlike Evan and me, my father wears the old white cotton briefs that we'd been forced to wear when we were children.  Now, we both wore boxers when we wore any at all.

    Dad's underwear were completely clean.  There was a lone pubic hair in the crotch of them, and I stared at this for a long time.  Then I looked from the underwear to my father and back and forth.  I wanted to touch my father's dick.  I just wanted to feel it in my hand.

    I crept even closer to him as he slept on.  I was aware that my movements could awaken him at any time, and I formulated a reason for being in his study like this.  I would say that I had been coming in to ask him something, found him asleep, and decided to wake him.  That would have to work.  There was nothing else I could say.  I couldn't tell him that I just wanted to play with his dick.  He would get angry if I told him that.

    Standing just inches from him, I reached out my hand and slowly let my fingers graze his erect dick.  It felt warm and wonderful to my fingertips, but I wanted to hold it.  I wanted to feel it pulsing in my hand.  I wanted to smell it and taste it.

    I knew that I could get into a lot of trouble over this, but I was beyond caring about that.  My father was not as old as most of my friends' fathers, and he was still a very good looking man.  He had the same dark hair and eyes as Evan, but he was taller and a bit more muscular that Evan is.

    His face was soft with sleep, and there was a slight smile on his face.  I assumed that whatever he was dreaming about was making him happy.   I couldn't even imagine that he was smiling because of what I was doing to his dick.  That would have been delusional.

    I looked at his lips and wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.  Would his kisses feel as loving as Evan's? Would his lips be as soft as Evan's? I wondered what it would feel like to have my father's tongue in my mouth caressing my own.

    His pectoral muscles were large and hard.  His torso was hairless, and his pecs stood out as they rose and fell with every soft breath.   His brown nipples were about the size of quarters, and there was a mole just under the left one.  I wanted so badly to lick his nipples.  I wanted to bring him pleasure.

    His abdominal muscles stood out even in his relaxed position.  I knew that my father worked out every weekend in our basement with Evan.   I'd seen them working out before, and as a child, I'd always envied them their closeness on those days.

    His pubic hair was as dark as the hair on his head.   There wasn't a great amount of it, but it didn't look like he'd shaved it or trimmed it.  It just looked natural as it flared out slightly under his hard dick.   I wondered if he would wake if I ran my fingers through his pubic hair.  I wondered what it would feel like.

    His balls were large.  I could see them hanging down, loosely, in his scrotum.  There was no hair at all on his balls or the surrounding area just beneath them from what I could see.  They were the size of two jumbo eggs, and I thought about rolling them around in my hands to feel how heavy they were.

    Before I realized what I was doing, I knelt down on the floor beside him.  I could hear his soft breathing, and I could see his chest rising and falling.  I reached out a shaking hand touch his dick again.  This time, I let my fingers wrap around his dick, and I soon felt the shaft touching my palm.

    His dick was warm and hard.  Evidently, the dream he was having was a hot one.  Maybe he was dreaming about having sex with my mom.   Whatever he was dreaming of, I was thankful for it.  It made his dick hard, and I was really enjoying the feeling of it in my hand.

    I tightened my grip, slowly, so that the pressure of my hand on it wouldn't wake him.  When I was certain that he wasn't about to pop his eyes open and find me, I stroked him very slowly and softly.  He moaned, and I froze.   I watched his face, but he didn't wake up.

    Then I got bolder than I'd ever been in my life.  I leaned my face closer to it and inhaled the scent of my father's forbidden treasure.   He smelled like the soap that he used all the time.  It had a musky scent to it, but it was also a sweet smell at the same time.

    I stuck my tongue out and barely touched it to the tip of the head.  He moaned again, and this time, he turned his head.  I waited again to make sure that he was asleep, and then I licked at his dick a little more.  I was about to do it again when I felt his hand on my head.

    "That feels nice," he said to me, and I looked up into his brown eyes.

    My father smiled down at me, and I instantly felt the tension in my body relax.  He kept his hand on the back of my head, but he wasn't applying any pressure.  He kept smiling, and it was as if he were smiling so that I would know that what I was doing was ok with him.

    I leaned back down and took the head of his dick into my mouth.  I snaked my tongue over his piss hole, and I heard my father gasp.  He involuntarily brought his hips up slightly, pushing more of his dick into my mouth.   I accepted it and began to bob up and down on his dick in a slow and steady rhythm.

    He moaned and rocked his hips.  I knew that I was doing a  good job, because Evan loved it when I did the things that I was doing to him.  I started to suck with my mouth as I moved further down on his dick.  On the up stroke, I ran my tongue back and forth on the underside of the shaft and head.

    My father panted as he held my head.  I couldn't believe it.  I was sucking my own father's dick! I knew it was a dream, but at the same time it felt so real to me.  I could feel my own dick pulsing in my pants, and I wanted badly to squeeze it, but I hoped that my dream father would suck me off, too.

    Returning my attention to his dick, I started to stroke the shaft of his dick with my hand.  I trapped the head of his dick in my mouth and ran my tongue back and forth across his piss hole.  I heard him suck in his breath, and his legs became stiff.  I did this for a long time.

    "I'm going to cum," said my father, and I took his dick all the way to the base.

    I felt it swell, and then I knew he was cumming as I felt it sliding down my throat.  He kept shaking and moaning, and his legs were locked.   I hoped that I'd given him a good blowjob.

    Suddenly, I felt another hand on my shoulder, shaking me.   I looked up at my father, and he smiled at me.  He was saying something to me, but I could hear him.  His lips were moving too fast for me to read them, but I thought he was telling me to wake up.

    "Chris," said Evan's voice, pulling me from my dream of sucking off my father.

    "Evan?" I asked, stretching and yawning.

    "We have to go home," he said.

    "What time is it?" I asked.

    "It's eight," he replied.  "Mom called, and she said she wanted us to come home as soon as we could."

    I sat straight up in the bed, waking up Alex as I did.   Mom wanted us to come home.  Was something wrong? Was my dad alright? The thought that something had happened to him made my stomach cold.  After the dream I'd had, I would feel really guilty if I was dreaming of sucking his dick while he was hurt.

    "What's wrong?" I asked.

    "She said nothing is wrong," he said quickly.   "She just wants us home."

    "Is she coming after us?" I asked.

    "No, Cole is going to drive us," he replied.   "He has to work this morning any way."

    "Alright," I said.  "Let me get dressed."

    "Meet me in Cole's room," he said.   "Morning Alex."

    "Hi," said Alex.  I could hear how sleepy he was by the tone of his voice.

    When I looked at him, he stretched and yawned.  Then he smiled at me.  I couldn't get over how good looking he was.  His smiles lit up his entire face and just made him look even better.  I knew that I had to be careful around Alex Porter.  If I wasn't careful, I'd be in love with him soon.

    "Good morning," I said.

    "Shh," he said, pointing at James.

    I looked over at James.  He was sleeping with his covers wrapped around his left leg.  He hadn't bothered to put any pants on, and I could see his hard dick laying up on his stomach.  It instantly reminded me of the dream I'd had about my father, and I know I blushed.

    "I have to go," I told Alex quietly.

    "I know," he said even more quiet than me.

    "You know where I live?" I asked him.

    "Yeah," he said, smiling at me again.

    "Wanna come over tomorrow night?" I asked him.

    "Yes," he said and laid back down.

    I got up and dressed as quickly as I could.  I met Evan in the hall way.  I knew that he was on his way to get me.  He smiled when he saw me.  I guess he thought that Alex and I were having a morning quickie.   That, of course, wasn't the case.  I wouldn't let anyone near my dick until I'd had my morning piss.

    After I'd used the bathroom, we got into Cole's car and headed for our house.  Cole was talking a mile a minute to Evan about what they were going to do when he got off work.  Evan told him that he'd call him later.  He said he didn't know what was happening at the house, so he didn't want to make any plans.   That made me think of telling Alex to come over the next night.  I wondered if I had made a mistake.  I knew his phone number, so I could call him to cancel if there was something happening.

    "You have fun last night, Chris?" asked Cole, smiling at me in the rear view mirror.

    "It was all right," I replied, still thinking about James calling me a cocksucker.

    "Don't let James get you," he said, reading my thoughts.  "He's just a prick."

    "Yeah," said Evan.  "Besides, he sure didn't seem to have any problem with shoving his dick in Alex's mouth."

    "Did Alex talk to you?" asked Cole.

    "He did, but not a whole lot," I said.   "Mostly one word replies to my questions."

    "You're doing better than James," said Cole.   "He doesn't answer James most of the time. It pisses him off real bad, too."

    "He liked you," said Evan.  "I could tell."

    "I don't know about that," I said.

    "He smiled at you every time you looked at him," said Cole.  "Last night was the first time I'd ever seen Alex Porter smile."

    "Really?" I asked.

    "Yup," he said as he pulled the car into our driveway.

    "See ya," said Evan as we got out of the car.

    "Later," said Cole before backing back out of the drive way and driving down the street.