Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2009 01:04:10 -0500
From: Fred Smith <fredspics4@live.com>
Subject: BEAUTIFUL CHRIS - CHAPTER TWO

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. If you like my stories please let me
know: fredspics4@live.com


CHAPTER TWO: Memories of Beautiful Chris

Chapter two contains two memories of Chris: "The Talk" and "Beautiful
Chris' Birthday Wish"

Introduction information to "The Talk."

	Throughout the first year, while he was 9 years old, I spent a lot
of time with Chris. We became VERY close. He was now my boy. The love
between us grew to a point that I loved him more than I have ever loved
anyone. He looked up to me, liked spending time with me, and trusted
me. When over at my house, Beautiful Chris loved being just in his
undies. He made it a point to be in them. The moment he'd step through my
door he would strip and prance towards me with a big smile looking at me
with his big beautiful blue eyes. He knew what he was doing. I admired and
enjoyed his beauty every chance I could: during fashion shows, when we
wrestled, and when we cuddled. I so badly wanted to enjoy him fully,
however, I didn't want to hurt him. I just kissed and rubbed his body all
over resisting the urge to touch his private areas... it was getting too
hard to resist! I had a feeling by his nonverbal behavior he wanted me to
go further, however, I never did. I needed to know for sure before I did
anything. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do.

REAL Memory: "The Talk"

	Knock, knock, knock.... ring, ring, ring.... Knock, Knock, Knock,
.... ring, ring, ring. "FOR GOD SAKES! wait already!!!" I thought to myself
as I went to my front door. Before I opened the door, I knew who it
was. Beautiful Chris loved to continuously ring and knock on my door
because he knew it got on my nerves. He loved picking at me and I let him
do it because I also like picking at him. It was one way we showed our
love. He would ring the door bell obnoxiously and wait until I opened the
door and he would be standing there with a cute mischievous grin on his
face. I couldn't be mad at him when he looked at me like that! It was
IMPOSSIBLE!

	So I opened the door and there he was.... MY BEAUTIFUL CHRIS!!! -
with that smirk I loved to see displayed on his face. He paused for a
couple seconds to get my reaction. It took less than a second for my
attitude of frustration to turn into joy and love. His smile got even
bigger when he noticed he succeeded to get on my nerves.... even if it was
only for a short while. He laughed at me and stated, "I GOT YOU!!" in his
sweet, playful, little boy voice. He stated this as he jumped into my
arms. I held him close to me. He loved big hugs. He would wrap his whole
body around me pressing himself up against me as hard as he could. At
times, I could tell his cute little penis was as hard as a rock when he
hugged me like this. His little hips would grind and hump into me as he
hugged me. It felt really good. Usually when I noticed he wanted to hug
like this, I would position my body against his so I could get pleasure
too. He loved hugging like this. I didn't mind. I didn't make him hug me
like this. It was his choice. Him hugging me like this was one example,
among many, that made me believe that he wanted more from me also.

	As I shut the door, Chris dropped to the floor and instantly
started taking off his clothes. I was happy about this because he was
wearing baggy shorts. I HATE BAGGY SHORTS! Why cover up beauty with baggy
clothes!! It makes NO SENSE! I love cute, tight, nice fitting undies! Off
with his shirt, shoes, socks and shorts. Before I knew it, my sweet,
adorable boy was standing in front of me the way I liked him - in nothing
but cute underwear. I stood there admiring him like I do often. The crotch
area of his undies were very tight. I could see that he was excited. The
physical structure of his little boy cock could be seen even though it was
covered up with fabric. I loved the look of his penis... not too small and
not too big... PERFECT! Hairless.... so nice!

	Out of the blue, Chris yells at me, "LETS WRESTLE!" - as he throws
himself at me. His sudden lunge towards me catches me off guard however
luckily he's only nine and he isn't that hard to handle. I catch him in my
arms and fall to the ground on my back with him on top of me. We wrestle
for a couple of minutes just like this. I totally enjoyed it!

	Thinking everything is going great....Instantly...... Chris
stops. He got totally silent and calm. I was kind of thrown off by his
behavior so I asked him, "what is wrong?" He didn't want to answer me. So I
asked him again... "What's wrong baby boy?" With his little boy voice he
quietly stated, "Can you wrestle like a real wrestler too?" I didn't know
what he meant by this. "Real Wrestler?" He continued again and stated,
"real wrestlers only wrestle in their underwear." I couldn't believe what
he was suggesting! I've never taken off my clothes before! It's only been
him with his clothes off. Before I could answer his request, he went even
further stating, "If you want to wrestle naked with me, that would be okay
also."  My mind was blown away. I didn't know what to do. I knew if I took
off my clothes, even to just my underwear, I wouldn't be able to control
myself any longer. My desire would get the best of me and I couldn't resist
but to enjoy him fully which is why I never went that far. I always kept my
clothes on. This was getting too serious and I knew then that we needed to
have.... "the talk." It was time.....

	I looked at Chris and picked him up. I carried him into the bedroom
and placed him on my bed. He looked so sexy laying on my bed dressed in his
nice fitting briefs. Without asking him, he turned over on his stomach
facing me with his legs bent, his feet in the air, laying like little boys
do when their watching a movie or reading a book.... so adorable. I stepped
back and the curves of his little boy ass instantly caught my attention. I
would love to know how it feels to be inside him.... I thought.... to fully
enjoy him.

	I sat on the bed beside him and put one arm around him. While doing
this, he turns around on his back looking up at me. I bend down and give
him a slow, gentle kiss. I whisper to him... "I need to talk to you about
something and ask you something." He looks up at me stating, "Okay."

	To make a long story short, we talk about his feelings and my
feelings in regards to ways of touching, being nude.... and sex. I asked
him if he knew what it was and he stated, "Yes stupid of course I know what
it is! And I know how to do it also!" I was taken back by this comment. HE
WAS NINE YEARS OLD!! I proceeded in asking him more questions. I needed to
find out more information. I asked him questions such as: How do you know?
How did you learn about it? Did someone hurt you?  The answers to these
question made me sad. It turns out some of his mother's boyfriends like
enjoying little boys too. The only difference is that they force themselves
upon him... taking advantage of him. Love had nothing to do with it. He
said one boyfriend in general would come over the house and get his mother
so drunk that she would pass out. When that happened.... as the man
stated... "the fun would start."

	Beautiful Chris starts to cry. I hold him in my arms and I start to
feel guilty about my feelings and desires. I don't want to hurt him and
cause him pain like this. I hate that man for what he did to him! I start
to cry holding him in my arms. I start saying to him.... "I'm sorry.... I'm
sorry... I'm sorry. We never have to do those things. I promise!" After
saying this to him, beautiful Chris stops crying and says something that
amazed me. He stated in a quiet sweet voice, "I don't want to do those
things with that man anymore..... but I want to do them with you." He
stated it in a voice I knew he meant it. I told him again... I didn't want
to hurt him. He stated, "I know you wouldn't. That isn't possible." I held
him in my arms again tightly and told him, "You are only nine years old."
In a cute, whispering voice he states, "I'm almost ten... just next
week. Can we do it when I turn ten? My birthday wish?"

Conclusion Information for the memory: "The Talk"

	We spent the rest of the evening talking more in depth about
Beautiful Chris' Birthday wish. I asked him to think about it more and on
his birthday let me know what he decided. I stressed to him that it would
be okay if he decided to not do it. I stressed that over and over. The more
I stressed this, the more Chris tried to make me understand that he wanted
to do it. He stated, "I only want to do it with you. I know you won't hurt
me and it will feel good with you. Please... that's what I want for my
wish." THE END.  Introduction Information: Beautiful Chris' Birthday Wish"

	I guess you can say the week I waited until his birthday was the
longest week I have ever experienced. I won't lie. I wanted so badly to
enjoy him fully. My mind went crazy at the possibilities. Man... how great
it would feel to take his cute hard penis in my mouth and make him feel
good. And I know it would feel great to have his beautiful ass wrapped
around my cock. How I would love to put him on his back and raise up his
legs upon my shoulders and drive myself into him as I look into his
beautiful blue eyes.... watching his face grimace with slight pain and a
lot of pleasure with each thrust of my cock. And the sounds he would
make... the moans... the high pitch pleasure sounds... just thinking about
them drove me crazy! Dang it was hard to wait. I would be disappointed if
he changed his mind... however I love him and would respect his choice.


REAL MEMORY: "Birthday Wish"

	June 30th finally was here! Beautiful Chris' Birthday. I had to
force myself to not just think about the possibilities this day might bring
for me. This day was suppose to be about him. I had to force myself to
think about the overall importance of the day. It was his birthday. My
little guy was getting older! I was sad but happy about that! One year of
him being a beautiful boy gone however knowing he is improving with age
makes it worth it. Plus 10 years old is my favorite age. Their bodies are
perfect size, their smart enough to learn about the world, carry a good
conversation, and they start acting like an adult, however, they still have
all of the qualities of a boy... PERFECT AGE!!

	Ring, Ring, Ring... Knock, Knock..... I knew my little guy would be
here bright and early! I was ready for him waiting by the door. I didn't
give him enough time to pick at me by ringing and knocking on the door too
many times. I was looking forward to this day! I swung open the door
extremely excited!

	What I saw was not what I was expecting. Beautiful Chris was
crying. I didn't know what to think. "What's wrong buddy? What's wrong baby
boy? Come in the house." I stated. Chris awkwardly walked into the house
with a limping type of movement but I could tell his legs weren't hurt. His
pain was coming from another area. "Come over here buddy and sit down."
"It hurts to sit down," he states to me. The moment he said that I knew
what had happened. It turns out Chris' mother's boyfriend came over last
night to throw him a birthday party. The asshole stayed overnight and again
waited until his mother passed out to have his way with him. Chris stated
that his mother must have gotten really drunk this time because even his
yelling for her and the man's loud grunting sounds didn't wake her. I was
furious!! I knew I should have done something, however, I didn't because
Chris had told me that the guy never came around anymore and that his
mother hated him now. Chris failed to tell me that the man had come back
into his mother's life a couple days earlier. I had to do something about
this guy!

	I picked Chris up and brought him to the bathroom to take care of
his injuries. Luckily I had some past training as a paramedic so I knew
what to do to help him. We got into the bathroom and I helped Chris out of
his clothes. Usually when I took off his clothes for him I would be excited
however, this time, I was heart broken. My little boy was hurting. I
removed his shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and underpants. As I stripped him,
I couldn't believe what I saw. His back was covered with scratch marks, his
hips were bruised due to someone gripping him firmly there, his anus was
fire red and slightly swollen. I could tell this man didn't love him. This
wasn't love! Not even close!!

	I ran some bath water to help get Chris cleaned up. I picked him up
and placed him in the tub. Chris looked up at me and asked, "could you
please take a bath with me and hold me for a while?" His statement broke my
heart. I couldn't tell him no. So I stripped my clothes off and stepped
into the tub. This was the very first time Chris had seen me naked. I
pictured this moment TOTALLY different. I sat down in the tub and Beautiful
Chris sat between my legs. I held him close. His naked back was pressed
against my chest. My penis was softly snug against his bare buttocks. When
he sat down he moaned in pain. I held him in my arms for a very long
time. I remember thinking to myself in the past that I wouldn't be able to
be naked with him without doing something more. When I had those thoughts I
didn't picture this moment though. When I looked at him... he was still
beautiful, however, this was not the time to do those things. Only someone
evil would be sexually aroused during a moment like this. This was a moment
made for taking care of him and just loving him. So I held him close to me
and told him how important and valuable he is and that he would be
okay. That man would never hurt you again! I promise!! I had never been
this close to Chris physically or emotionally before. I loved the feeling
of being that person that was important to him.

	I cleaned up Chris and took care of all of his injuries. By the end
of the day, he was almost back to normal physically. He was still a little
sore, however, he no longer walked with a limp. Luckily the injury wasn't
too serious. I tried to make the rest of the day to be all about fun: Cake,
ice cream, LOTS of presents and a lot of time together. By the end of the
day, he was smiling again.

	Chris did bring up his birthday wish, however, disappointedly he
stated he couldn't do it now with me but he still wanted to do it later
after he felt better. I was surprised by his comment. I thought after what
he had went through he wouldn't want to do things like that again. I told
him about my thoughts and stressed again, more than I EVER had, that we
didn't have to do those things.... I TRUELY MEANT IT THIS TIME! The other
times I would have respected his choice, however, I would have been
disappointed. This time... it was all about not letting him feel pain again
physically or emotionally. Chris again stated that he wanted to do it with
just me... no one else. All I could think of was this boy was amazing and
that I loved him dearly.

Conclusion Information for "Birthday Wish"

(AGAIN... THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTION BY THE WAY. IT IS TOTALLY MADE UP!
No one got hurt and Chris, the asshole, or anyone else has ever
existed. This is total fantasy.)

	After Chris had totally healed up, I took him to the hospital to
get tested to make sure he didn't catch anything. Luckily he was totally
healthy! That made me VERY happy. I knew he had some emotional wounds that
would heal a lot slower though. I loved him and I knew he would be okay.

	About the boyfriend.... let's just say he no longer is a part of
Chris' life and it's not possible for him to ever be again. I made sure he
got what he deserved. No trail needed! Beautiful Chris was really happy
about that. Chris told me that he still wanted his birthday wish and he
would surprise me when he wanted it... when he was ready. I was looking
forward to this surprise! THE END.