Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2009 15:05:21 -0500
From: Fred Smith <fredspics4@live.com>
Subject: Beautiful Chris: Chapter One "Two Memories"

Disclaimer: The following story is completely fiction. Beautiful Chris does
not exist and every part of this story is made up. Please read this story
taking into account your local laws. Read at your own risk. For each memory
during the story, I provide introduction and closing information in order
for the memories to make more sense and for the memories to flow together
over the story's three year period. Enjoy!

STORY TITLE: BEAUTIFUL CHRIS

Chapter One Contains Two Memories of Beautiful Chris: The First Time I Met
Beautiful Chris and The Fashion Show

Intro information to the memory of The First Time I Met Beautiful Chris.

	Beautiful Chris is a little boy that is almost 12 years old - 11
and a half if you ask Chris, that lives next door. I call him beautiful
because after I describe him, you will know what I mean.  Picture this -
caucasian, average height, nice smooth, hairless, tanned skin, cute blond
hair cut in a normal summer "little boy" haircut style, slender & shapely
body type, a smile that would control any person that loves boys and deep
blue eyes that would melt anyone's heart.  That's just his broad
characteristics. When you talk about specifics, I'd have to say he has the
cutest little feet. I could stare at and rub them for hours being totally
in heaven. He has a tummy and chest that is so smooth that when you look at
him with his shirt off, you instantly have a strong desire to hold him
close to you. When he is wearing a shirt and it rides up showing his cute
bellybutton..... it'll make your heart skip a beat. He also has the
smoothest armpits known to man. I love it when he puts his arms above or
behind his head displaying them in a playful or relaxing manner. When he
does that, I can't take my eyes off him. (I think he knows that too.) When
I look at him, it basically takes all of my control to not touch him and be
close to him. Basically, he's an amazing looking boy. When I look at him, I
wonder how God could make something so attractive and adorable. With all
that said..... I haven't even told you about his BEST asset. He has a
totally cute "little boy" bottom - PERFECTLY shaped. I'll go more in detail
about his beautifulness throughout the next chapters. I just wanted to get
you started picturing him before I tell you more about him. Basically
.....Everything about him is cute.

	About Chris's life...His parents are divorced. He has a father that
never visits him and a mother who would rather go out and party and hang
out with other dead beat men than spend time with him. (THAT MAKES NO SENSE
TO ME!) This leaves Beautiful Chris by himself most of the time.... lonely.
I remember when he first moved in with his worthless single mom. It was
about 3 years ago when he was barely 9. He was cute as can be. His
adorableness caught my eye instantly. What also caught my eye was that look
in his eyes of not being loved and valued. He looked so lost and sad as he
followed his mom into their new home. I knew I had to do something about
that. Nothing that beautiful should EVER feel that sad. In the following
memories, I'll write about some of the special moments we had Throughout
the last three years.... enjoy!

Memory Starts: The First Time I Met Beautiful Chris

	It took a month before I even saw Chris again after he moved in. (I
thought that was rather strange.) He was never outside playing and I never
saw him come and go with his mother to go anywhere. At first, it was like
there wasn't a beautiful little boy living next door to me.  I NEVER SAW
HIM! To the world, he didn't exist.

That all changed one night. It was about 1 o' clock in the morning when I
met Chris for the first time. That night the worst thunderstorm I can
remember was ripping through our neighborhood.  The thunder was so loud the
house shook. There were moments in the night in which the thunder was so
loud and instant that I was jolted with fear. So I guess you can say for
most of the night, I just laid there in bed trying to fall asleep. 9PM,
10PM, 11PM, Midnight.... still I couldn't go to sleep!! I just laid there
listening to the storm; the hard rain on the roof, the heavy wind gusts,
and of course the very loud thunder.  Time seemed to go slowly that
night... more sounds of rain, more sounds of rain....it didn't seem like it
would ever stop!

	Nothing changed until I heard a very unusual sound outside. I
didn't know what it was. It sounded like someone was yelling and crying but
with how loud the storm was, I couldn't be for sure. So I got up out of bed
to check it out. However, before I could get to my front door, I noticed
the crying was getting louder and parts of the sounds I was hearing
throughout the night was not the thunder but someone pounding on my front
door. When I opened the door, the sight I saw broke my heart and is an
image that is still with me today. When I opened the door, Chris was
standing in front of me soaking wet and terrified. He was so scared he
couldn't talk. He was just blubbering. He was so upset he could barely
breathe. Without thinking, I instantly picked him up and brought him into
my house. I held him in my arms sitting on my couch trying to calm him. One
of the first thoughts I had was I wonder where his mother was at. (After
learning more about her in the coming three years, I never cared to worry
about her again. I hate her!) It made no sense he would be over at my house
at this time of the night. I hoped that she was okay. I wanted to go check,
however, my first priority was to make sure Chris was okay. It took about
10 minutes for Chris to calm down enough that I could understand what he
was saying. It turned out that Chris's mother was just fine. She had left
many hours ago with a guy. As Chris put it, "She went out partying at some
mans house." Chris was all alone. Alone in the worst thunderstorm I have
ever experienced. From that moment on, I knew Chris's mother didn't care
about him. Chris was truly alone... especially emotionally.

	After calming Chris, I noticed that he was shivering due to being
soaking wet. In his little boy voice he stated, "I'm cold." Like any true
boylover this broke my heart. But I didn't know what to do. I didn't own
any clothes his size and I wasn't about to walk over to his house in a
severe storm and leave him alone so......  I did the best I could. I picked
him up and brought him to the bathroom. I told him to go into the bathroom
and take off his clothes and use a bath towel to dry off and then use a dry
bath towel to wrap around his waist when he was finished. I gave him a
couple bath towels so he would have enough dry ones. I asked him if he was
alright and he stated, "yes." I then shut the bathroom door in order to
give him privacy and went back to my living room down the hall. I sat there
waiting patiently for him. Still I couldn't believe that a mother would do
that to a beautiful boy. While waiting, I got out the phone book to call
her. Like Chris stated... she wasn't there. I left a message on her
answering machine to let her know where he was at and told her what had
happened. Even though she is a terrible mother.... it was the right thing
to do. I thought about calling the cops, however, I really didn't want to
do that. Him living in the foster care system is not what I wanted for him
and if I got his mother in trouble, I probably would never be able to see
him again regardless... regardless if she got in trouble or not and I
wanted to help him. I felt stuck.

	After hanging up the phone, I heard Chris coming down the
hallway. I got up to meet him, however, when I stood up, I instantly froze
in my tracks. I was speechless at what I saw... I couldn't talk and I could
barely breath.... just like Chris had been 20 minutes earlier. I was just
speechless for a different reason. Sweet Beautiful Chris followed my first
instruction of drying off with the towels however he didn't follow my
second instruction of putting one around his waist when he came out. He
walked into my living room without a stitch of clothing on.  I was amazed
by his beautiful little boy body. It was perfect. The first image of his
beautiful nude body is still with me today. The difference between this
image and the terrifying one early that is stuck in my mind is that I value
this one. This is what I saw... Beautiful Chris standing in front of me,
hair still damp, a smile on his face, smooth chest, hairless armpits, cute
bellybutton, a nice soft totally hairless two to three inch penis, amazing
smooth legs, and cute adorable feet. And..... when he turned around, I got
a glimpse of perfection. Up until that time, I had never seen a bottom that
nice and cute. A PERFECT tight, cute and shapely little boy ass.  It felt
like I stared at him for an hour. (Probably truly 30 seconds) I couldn't
move! What broke my trance was how Big his smile got when he noticed the
shock and amazement in my eyes. He slowly strutted around the living room
giving me full view of his naturalness. He knew, even at the age of 9, the
power he had over me. And the more I watched the bigger and more seductive
his smile got. I had never seen something so beautiful and inviting. While
thinking back at that moment, this is what I don't understand. If true boy
lovers were as evil as the media and world believes, I would have taken
advantage of him at that moment. He was too beautiful to resist, however,
my love for him was more powerful. Hurting him and taking advantage of him
was never and will never be an option. In my world, a person doesn't hurt
what they love. At that moment I thought to myself, "How close we become
will always be his choice not mine" and taking advantage of him in a
vulnerable state such as this wouldn't be fair or right. With that said,
I'd be lying if I told you I went quickly to get him another towel. He was
beautiful. He was smiling. I did watch him, admired him, and I enjoyed
every second of it. He slowly walked around the couch. I didn't, couldn't
and didn't want to take my eyes off him. I sat down on the
couch.... watching him. I said to myself... admiring him isn't wrong. I
know I didn't force this in ANY way. While thinking this to myself, He
walked up to me and his smile even got bigger. He walked up to me and
stopped an inch away from where I was sitting.... standing right in front
of me.  I was still speechless. I couldn't take my eyes off of his adorable
face, perfect bottom and cute soft penis.

	What he did next, almost gave me a heart attack. He climbed on to
one of my knees straddling it... facing me.... like he was riding a horse.
I was sitting up straight so my chest was inches away from his. His cute
little penis was resting on my thigh and his nice butt cheeks were
perfectly sitting on the lap of one of my legs. I could feel his ass crack
open up and accept that part of my body.....The space between my knee and
waist was perfectly molded between his two butt cheeks. It felt
awesome.... just being that close to him... that close to something so
Beautiful.

	The next moment I will always remember also. I forcefully snapped
myself out of my trance and stood him up getting him off of me. I had to
take control and not allow this to go any further. I was a stranger to him,
there is no way he could truly love me. If I did anything it would be
wrong. I loved him and I wanted to make sure I wasn't like everyone
else. Just someone else taking advantage of him. I wanted to be more than
that. If we ever became close like that I would make sure he wanted to do
it because he wanted to do it and not because of some other reason. And if
the time never came... that would be okay. Being important to him is
enough. I instantly told him that I was going to his house to get him so
clothing and that I would be right back.

	When I got to his house, luckily his front door was unlocked. The
house was a mess. It was sad he lived in a house in that condition. While
wading through his house I finely found his room. Luckily he did have a lot
of clean clothes to pick from. I thought to myself this is going to be fun
to dress him. I opened up his bottom drawer where his pants and shorts
were. I thought to myself what should I pick out? I thought about some blue
jeans however those are hard to sleep in. And then I saw what I was looking
for.... a stack of silky, shiny soccer shorts. I love when boys wear shiny
shorts. I picked out a pair of cute light blue ones and closed the drawer.
While looking at them, I was picturing in my mind how his cute tight bottom
would look in them. The next drawer I open up was his shirts. Luckily I
found a matching silky soccer t-shirt for him to wear. I looked at the
shirt and noticed it wasn't too long. I wanted to make sure I could admire
his bottom whenever I wanted to. I hate when a long shirt covers a
beautiful boy's bottom. Why cover up beauty??

	After finding my perfect outfit for my little guy to wear. I opened
up the top drawer. I was looking forward to this drawer. Undies and
socks... they were so cute!  Undies with Spiderman, Batman, Pokemon, Cars,
baseballs, etc on them. It was a Gold Mine of cuteness. I thought to myself
his cute little bottom and penis were inside all of these.... so nice! I
decided to go with the Spiderman ones and also brought along some of the
others for safe keeping.

	When I got back to my house, Chris was sitting on my couch with a
towel wrapped around his waist. I was kind of disappointed about this but I
respected his choice of privacy. I gave him his clothes and told him to go
into the bathroom to put them on. He did as he was told and came out. He
slept peacefully in my bed and I slept on the floor beside the bed. I
wanted to be close to him to make sure he was safe.



(Closing Information of memory)

	 I took off of work the next day and waited patiently at Chris's
house for his mother to return. When she finely arrived around 1PM, looking
hung over, she was shocked to see me. I guess you can say I was rather
pissed and I let her have it. I threatened to call the cops but she stated
that she would do anything for me if I didn't tell. She even offered
indirectly to sleep with me if I didn't tell.... RIGHT IN FROM OF CHRIS! I
couldn't believe it!  To make a short story short... I basically told her
that I wanted to be a part of Chris's life now and when she wanted to go
out that she should call me so I could watch him so he wouldn't be alone.
She was shocked by the request and relieved.... free babysitting??!!  She
was excited about the idea. After this request, I guess you can say Chris
was over my house A LOT... almost everyday. I didn't mind. I love the
little guy. By the way.... yes he looked amazing in those soccer shorts I
picked out. Also when he woke up, he only had his Spiderman undies on. He
said he only likes sleeping in undies. I didn't argue with him - that
didn't hurt my feelings. And yes he looked awesome in them. He wore them
most of the morning and I admired and spent time with him the whole
morning. It turns out he likes to wrestle! I DO TOO!!!


The End.



Memory: Beautiful Chris - The Fashion show.

Intro information to the memory The Fashion Show:

	I spent time with Beautiful Chris for three months off and on
before this weekend took place. I helped him with his homework, took care
of him when he was sick and also even got on to him when he wasn't being
his best. He was truly becoming my little man. I could tell he started
truly caring about me also. We had that bond that is important and that I
value. His mother wanted to go off for a weekend with one of her crappy
boyfriends and asked me to watch Chris. I thought it was a GREAT idea!



Real Memory: The Fashion Show

	For the first part of our weekend together, we went over to his
house to pick out the clothes he was going to wear during the time we would
be together. Chris stated he wanted to do a fashion show for me once we got
to his room. Heck I didn't mind. I totally enjoy admiring him. We went up
to his room and the first thing I notice was that it was TOTALLY CLEAN!!
Chris knew I was bothered by the condition of his house so he cleaned his
room for me. I thought that was SO CUTE!!! It made me love him even more.
Chris already had sets of clothes already picked out that he placed on his
bed. I thought to myself... he had this fashion show planned!

	Beautiful Chris got up on his bed and asked me if I was ready for
the fashion show? I said sure... I'm ready. After I said that, Chris
started dancing like little boys do... being cute but awkward and TOTALLY
adorable! He started taking off his shirt. At this moment, my heart told me
to stop him but my desire said SHUT UP AND WATCH!! He slowly slid his silky
soccer T-Shirt above his head. His smooth chest, nipples and hairless
armpits looked so nice. After throwing his T-Shirt across the room, he
looked at me with a BIG smile. He started dancing again... he slowly took
off his shoes and socks. I can tell you again... HE HAS THE CUTEST FEET!!!
He threw those across the room too. I was noticing a pattern.. he he. My
Beautiful boy started dancing again.... he placed his thumbs between the
elastics of his silky soccer shorts and started to slide them down. At this
moment an Angel and a Devil started speaking to me. I had to stop him. This
wasn't right. I had to make sure he really wanted to do this and wanted to
make sure he knew he didn't have too. That was important to me. I instantly
stood up and said, "WAIT!" Chris instantly stopped dancing and gave me a
disappointed look. I told Chris to get down off the bed and sit on the bed
with me because I needed to talk to him about something. I first told him
that I appreciated the idea of a fashion show. I also told him how much I
loved watching him dance and be a beautiful little boy. With that said, I
told him that he didn't have to do things such as dancing for me and taking
off his clothes... in the way he was doing it. Chris told me that he wanted
and liked dancing for me. He thought it was fun and it made him happy to do
it for me. He wanted to do it! Well I thought about it. This wasn't my
idea. He was having fun dancing. He is care free about his body and he
likes sharing his beauty with me. I wasn't hurting him.... so I said okay.
LETS HAVE A FASHION SHOW!

	After saying that, Beautiful Chris had the biggest smile! He
instantly went to pick up all of his clothes and put them back on. He
wanted to start all over for me. Part of me liked that idea but another
part of me thought we were just getting to the best part... he he. Chris
got back upon the bed and started dancing.... he slipped his shirt, socks
and shoes off somewhat quickly. I guess he wanted to get back to where he
finished off... his silky, shiny soccer shorts. Again he placed his thumbs
in the elastics of his shorts. Before he pulled them down he looked at me
with a BIG smile! I wondered while he was doing this what undies he had
on. Earlier in the week we took a trip to a store to buy him new clothes. I
pick out many cute underpants for him to wear. I wonder if he put the new
ones on for me. He slid the shorts down and yes he looked TOTALLY hot in
the undies he had on. The transformers ones I pick out. The words
Transformers were written across his bottom and the face of one of them was
over his crotch. He looked so nice in them. He started dancing again. He
danced a little longer in his undies shaking his cute little boy butt at
me. He started modeling for me. He laid on his back... pulled his legs up
and tried to pull his legs to his chest. This was an AMAZING VIEW!! His
butt raised up into the air... his legs were spread and pulled to his
chest. He was still on his back... the PERFECT position. I was enjoying the
show, however, I was ready for those cute undies to come off!! Because that
view would have been AMAZING if they weren't on. The undies that he had on
weren't very thick so I could see the shadow of his boy pussy peaking
through especially when the position he was in tightened them up. I made
sure the undies I bought him fit him well. I hate bagging briefs on boys
and BOXERS are not allowed. His perfect sized little boy penis made an
awesome bulge in his undies. I wanted so badly to go touch him. I wanted so
badly to enjoy him fully. I could do so much with that position he was
in. God this boy made me so hot! Chris put his legs down and started
wiggling his hips on the bed and did back bends. Those were awesome views
also!

	Chris instantly stopped wiggling and got back on his back and
placed his thumbs in the elastics of his briefs. From his back facing me,
he looked up at me with a smile and paused. It was like he was thinking
about something. He looked at me and stated, "Do you want to take them off
for me." HOLY CRAP is all I could think of when I heard him say that! That
would be awesome. I asked him, "are you sure?" He instantly stated yes! It
didn't take me long to get over to him. He was still on his back and he
looked amazing looking up at me innocently with all of his little boy
features. I was going to enjoy this. I bent down to get closer to him and
he tried sitting up. I said," no don't get up. I like it better this way.
Lie back down on your back "baby boy." He happily did as he was told. I
bent down close enough to him I could smell his little boy fumes and
odors. I love the smell of a little boy. At this time I was filled with
desire. I had to touch him! I asked him if he minded me touching him. He
stated, "no... I don't mind." I told him if he wanted me to stop at ANY
TIME I would. He said, "I understand." I instantly went to his chest and
tummy and rubbed them slowly up and down. Without asking, Chris put his
arms up over his head and displayed his hairless armpits. SO FRIGGEN
BEAUTIFUL!!! I asked him can I kiss you? He stated, "Yes." I bent down and
kissed him on his cheek, then his neck, then his chest, sucking on his
nipples. I started getting really excited and started licking his armpits
and nipples. Chris was moaning and squirming. I asked him if he wanted me
to stop. He said, "No." So I continued. He squirmed, wiggled and moaned
more. He was enjoying it and I was too. I kissed him all the way down his
chest until I got to the boundary of his underpants. I quickly kissed the
transformer on his crotch in a playful manner. Chris laughed at my
behavior.  I wanted more than a quick kissing peck in this area but I knew
I needed to wait. I resisted my urge and continued to kiss him and rub him
all over. I made up my mind that his undies needed to come off.

	I slid my hands down his chest while I was kissing, licking and
sucking his body. Those undies were coming off. I've waited too long
already. I felt awkward so I repositioned him on the bed. I pulled him
further up on the bed, still on his back of course, and lifted his legs up
so I could sit right in front of his bottom facing him. I started rubbing
his chest again and slowly went to his undies. I place the tips of my
finger inside the elastics of his underwear. I was excited however I wanted
to enjoy this so I started slowly sliding them down. He was squirming and
the look on his face was amazing. He was excited also. Before I pulled down
his undies, I notice the bulge in his crotch area had gotten bigger.
Transformers never looked so good to me as it did now. I had never seen him
with an erection. I knew that would be a beautiful site. I slowly pulled
down his underpants. The tip of his cock slipped past the elastic area of
his shorts. It was beautiful. I wanted so badly to take him in my mouth but
I didn't know if he would be ready for that and I didn't want to hurt
him... I wanted to enjoy him. So I forced that desire out of my head... it
was VERY hard to do. I Slide his underwear all the way down. I raised his
legs up over him and removed his underpants totally. His little boy cock
was as hard as a rock. It looked amazing and his ball sack was totally
hairless. The way I like him. I took his undies off like this, with his
legs raised up, for a reason. I wanted to get a glimpse of his perfect
tight ass and view into his nice boy pussy. If I couldn't control myself, I
would have some fun right now. With that said, I didn't want to hurt him
and I wanted to make sure he understood about those things before doing
anything. I didn't want to hurt him. I needed to wait until another time
just to be sure. I rubbed on him some more not touching his private places.
I cuddled and wrestled with him off and on for about an hour. We held each
other and we were both happy.

	After cuddling with him, he continued his fashion show. It got to a
point he allowed me to totally undress him during his show. He was so cute
and desirable. We did this for one more outfit and I had an idea of him
just to model undies and shorts. Those were the best parts. He agreed. He
changed into every pair of new undies I bought him. Damn he looked hot in
every one of them and I enjoyed taking them off of him - watching him
squirm, moan while looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I hoped he would
allow me to enjoy him fully in the future, however, I didn't want to rush
it. I had to know if he was ready and it wouldn't hurt him.

Closing information for the memory The Fashion Show

	Beautiful Chris and I had an amazing weekend together. He was sad
when his mom got home. He enjoyed his fashion shows he put on and he'd come
over my house often to do them. I loved this boy but I knew I needed to
wait for anything serious. It has to be the right time so I don't hurt
him. He needs to fully understand and want it as much as me.