CHRIS
			  by Charlie J.

     It was the end of the semester and school was out. I
didn't know what I'd be doing to make a few bucks. I
couldn't keep asking my Mom for money now that she and
Dad were separated.

     I went out to my private area in the backyard behind
the garage and I was trying to come up with ideas. This
was where I did all my thinking and everything else private.
Just sitting here gave me a hard on from all the memories.
I reached down and began to rub my growing boner as it
pushed against the zipper of my jeans.

     "Well", I thought, "I might as well enjoy the time." I
unbuttoned my shirt and started to pull it out of my pants.
I could feel the shirt tails moving across my dick and the
top of my buns making me harder.

     I had a good body. Even the coaches had tried to get
me out for sports. I couldn't tell them that just being in the
locker room with all those other guys would drive me crazy.
I traced my finger along the line of fine hair that disap-
peared at the waist of my jeans. I used both hands to
unbutton the top and unzip the fly. I reached in and felt my
meat and balls through the soft cotton of my jockey shorts.

     My excitement had pulled the elastic into a shallow
curve and the head of my cock was pushing at it as it tried
to escape. I lifted my hips and slid my jeans and shorts
down to my thighs. My cock bounced as it continued to get
harder. I began stroking it slowly.

     My hand moved from the head down to the base that
was surrounded by a light brown cover of hair. I cupped my
balls with the other hand and started pulling and stroking in
a rhythm that was sure to get me off. With my eyes closed,
I remembered the time I sat in English and could see Andy
across the aisle. He was trying to hide his teenage hardon
as he stood to read a passage from our textbook. I won-
dered what he would say if he knew he was in my mind
whenever I jerked off. I'd watch his face flush and see him
try to conceal the bulge by moving his hands and books.
No way Andy. You don't hide an 8 inch dick from this
classmate. I was getting harder. I pulled and stroked, faster,
then slower. Long full strokes, short rapid, I was going to
cum.

     "Do you need any help?"

     My eyes slammed open. "What? Oh God, I'm caught."
I struggled to get my clothing pulled back on. No way I
could even begin to get my jeans zipped. I was lucky to just
get the jumble of cloth pulled up over my quickly fading
hard on. At the corner of the garage stood the son of our
neighbor. He must be home from college.

     "Don't worry. I was just enjoying the view and thought
you might need some help."

     He came closer as I just sat with my mouth agape. He
was handsome, with dark eyes and hair. He reached up
and touched my chest, never taking his eyes from mine.
Moving to directly in front of me, his hands came down to
my waist. Then he continued down, taking my clothing with
him as I moved to help.  He didn't stop when my cock was
exposed but kept pulling...past my thigh...knees.. and off.

     I sat naked, my cock again getting hard. His hands
returned to my crotch. They touched me!..oh!..the feeling of
someone else holding my cock was unreal. I was harder
then I'd ever been. A dream. I closed my eyes and felt him
between my legs. His hands moved expertly ...one cupped
and kneaded my balls while the other moved back and forth
on the swelled shaft of my cock. Oh..his mouth...I could feel
his lips touch the head of my cock. I'd never felt anything
like it, warm, moist, sensitive.

     "Please, please...I'm going to cum..."

     "Not yet", he said as his mouth closed on the throbbing
head of my virgin meat. I could feel him sucking the precum
juices from me. His tongue moving and pressing.

     His hand crept beyond my balls to my ass. He rubbed
my buns and his light touch lifted me from my sitting
position. He explored my asshole, getting closer and closer.
He touched me...everything happened at once. My teen
hole was entered by his finger, his mouth still sucking, my
balls pulled tight with excitement and fear at the same time.
I came. Time after time, I pumped cum into his still moving
mouth. We both moaned as the tension eased.

     He looked up at me, some cum covering his lips and
face. "My name is Chris." He picked up my underwear and
wiped his face, smelling them as he cleaned himself. "I'll
keep these to remind me of you."

     He got up and looked down at me. I lay still in a state
of total satisfaction. He reached into his pocket and pro-
duced a 20 dollar bill. "Here, buy yourself some new shorts.
I'd hate to think of your beautiful balls and cock being
uncomfortable."

     As he walked away I knew I'd be back here again.


from the Surf Coach Collection