Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:22:06 -0500
From: Christian Parker <christian.parker.2009@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian Parker 2

The following is a complete work of fiction.  I based it loosely on my own
exploits as a young adult.  It uses both what I did and what I wanted to
do.  If reading about sexual actions between boys and men upsets or offends
you, or worse causes you to engage in the pursuit of abusing underage boys
please discontinue reading immediately.  If you can keep fiction from
reality separate in your daily life then by all means enjoy the following
story.  It will be just a bit slow to start and I will try to keep it
coming as much as I can.  Feel free to email me.  I wrote stories here long
ago and loved the fans I met.  I'm hoping to gather a new fan base once
again.  Enjoy:

All through dinner I dreamed about the beautiful man with the big pee pee.
I knew it was beautiful, but not like artwork or something.  It gave me a
different feeling of excitement.  That night when my daddy was tucking me
into bed he gave me a kiss on the cheek.  I remember noticing for the first
time how his five o'clock shadow felt against my smooth soft cheek.
	"give me a hug daddy," I said.
	He gave me a quick embrace, with one of his large paws.  "No a real
hug daddy!  A big one!"  He laughed and lifted me full out of the bed
swinging me around and then tossing me back on the bed.  I reached up from
the bed as though I were going kiss him on his cheek and instead kissed him
full on the lips.  Just a quick kiss, but it was there.  Then laid back
down and smiled up at him.  He smiled down on me.  He had calm, deep blue
eyes like mine.  They stared at me and there was a strange kind of smile on
his face.  Then he pulled up my blankets and tucked them under me.
	"All right, good night sport, sleep well ok, I love you."  Then he
clicked off my light.
	I laid awake in bed for awhile.  I wondered what a man's pee pee
would smell like and whether that stuff that came out would taste like milk
or pee.  I wondered if all men had big pee pees like that and when they got
them.  I wondered if daddy had a pee pee like me.  I thought he would, all
boys had pee pees right?  I remember hearing that, though I didn't remember
who told me.  I fell asleep and had a strange dream of warm hands patting
me on my back and then running down my back.  The warm hands petted me the
way someone would pet a dog.  I liked the hands...

	The next morning I awoke to find a funny wet feeling in my Power
Ranger undies.  I was worried my mom would yell at me for peeing in them so
I quickly pulled them off and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper.
Then I ran into the shower to get ready for school.
	In school I forgot all about all video and all I had seen.  I
laughed with friends and paid attention in school.  It wasn't until I was
walking to P.E. that everything came back to me.  All of a sudden my blood
began to run hot again.
        I thought about being in the locker room with all the other boys.
I wondered if their pee pees were big like the man in the movie.  I thought
they might be because the other boys were a year or more older than me.
Most were 13 and a couple were already 14.  I had been a good student and
skipped from 3rd grade straight to 5th grade when my family moved from San
Antonio to Houston.  My birthday was also in late September so my mom had
enrolled me early in school rather than late.  Although I was smaller than
the other boys, I was just as smart, and none ever gave me a hard time
about it really.  I remember being shrimpy but I was always sweet and
willing to help tutor my classmates so they never seemed to be bothered by
me being younger.
       That day the locker room smelled different.  I took deep breaths of
the air this time imagining that it was full of the smell of pee pee.  I
went to my locker and began to strip.  We never stripped all the way naked,
just down to underwear and changed our shorts and shirt.  Still this time I
paid attention to the other boys.
        I especially paid attention to Patrick.  He was 14.  I watched as
he took his shirt off, noting how smooth his skin was and how the little
bones in his back just barely poked through his skin while he bent over.
Before putting on a new shirt, he stood up and stretched.  This exposed his
bare chest, it was smooth with cute little dime sized nipples, bright pink
and round.  His shoulders were muscular though not broad and his stomach
was flat and taunt.  I especially noted the little indentions at the sides
of his abdomen, they were slanting slightly downwards, like arrows pointing
towards his pee pee.  I watched him bend over and pull down his khaki
shorts.  He was wearing white briefs, not like my tighty-whiteys.  I
noticed something stuck out there, though it wasn't the big long pee pee I
remembered from the video.  Still I noticed for the first time the downy
soft hairs emerging on his legs and the way little muscles pushed out here
and there.  He made my blood churn, but not as much as the man from the
movie yesterday.  Patrick seemed too young and smooth in some way.
Still... suddenly Patrick looked directly at me.  His shorts were in his
hands and he had caught me staring.  I blushed scarlet and turned away
ripping open my locker.  I didn't know what to do.
       "Get on out here boys, hurry up!" Coach Cooper called out.  "Last
one out runs double laps."
       I rushed to change my own clothes and dashed out the locker room in
a cloud of other young supple bodies.  "Start running laps," the coach
called.
       We ran several laps around the gym.  I felt embarrassed for staring
at Patrick.  I knew it was rude to stare at people.  Still I wanted to see
him again.  He was running ahead of me.  When we finished our laps and
reconvened on the basketball floor he sat on the other side of the group
amongst his friends.  He didn't look at me or anything so I hoped he hadn't
noticed.  I debated what he would say to me if anything and what I would
say in return.  Before I knew it the coach had dismissed us into teams for
dodge ball.  I blindly joined one of the sides and stood as coach tossed a
dozen balls out to us.
       "Here Christian," he said, softly tossing me the ball.  I looked up
at him and he nodded to me and suddenly the man from the VCR came back into
my head.  Coach Cooper was a man!  The statement was strange because I had
always known that, but suddenly that fact meant something new entirely.  It
meant he must have a pee pee like the man in the video.  The whistle blew
and suddenly I was running amongst a flurry of balls and boys.
       My own thoughts soared through my mind with the speed of the rubber
balls.  Coach Cooper was a slightly tall man like the one on the video.  He
had dark hair that was streaked with wolf gray.  I remembered how observant
he was, always scanning us boys for troublemakers.  He had a no non-sense
manner about him, a deep resonant voice, and always spoke calmly even when
he shouted.  I watched him now from the corner of my eye.  He was following
the balls and boys, tracking the chaos of the game somehow, seeing
everything.  I noticed his arms which he had crossed in front of his chest.
They were even bigger than those of the man from the tape.  Coach's
forearms were very wide and dark bristly hairs covered both of them,
stretching all the way to the backs of his hands.  Something about that
hair and those arms sent the blood rushing through me like never before.
My stomach ached fiercely as I imagine what they must feel like.  Would
they be soft like my arms?  Or hard like a smooth stone?  Would the hair
feel silky like mine or rough like the little hairs on my Daddy's face?
       Lost on me thoughts I never had a prayer.  The ball bashed straight
into my nose.  The pain didn't hit me until I realized I was sprawled out
on the gym floor.  A whistle blew as my face erupted in fire and pain.  I
felt liquid running behind my nose.  "Alex no over hand throws!"  Suddenly
Coach Cooper was kneeling over me.  His bright eyes full of concern, I
noticed they were brown, like the brown of the mahogany chest of drawers in
my dad's room.  "Christian, are you ok?" he asked calmly.  I don't remember
what I answered, but apparently it wasn't good because he stood up,
"Patrick, can you walk Christian down to the nurse's office?  Christian
hold onto your nose so you don't drip blood everywhere.  That's it," I
climbed to my feet and headed towards the exit.  "I'll check on you after
the period ends."
       Patrick accompanied me as I walked out of the gym, my eyes filling
with tears.  He opened the door for me.  "Wow! That ball really nailed you.
It must hurt!"
       I nodded quietly, focusing on not sniffling and trying hard not to
cry.  I hated to cry in front of people.  "Don't feel bad, last year in
little league, I tried to catch a fly ball and it slammed BAM! Right into
my shoulder.  I had to get an x-ray and everything.  They said it fractured
my collar bone, but I was ok."
       "Cool." I said.  It suddenly dawned on me that we were alone in the
hallway, me and Patrick.  I wondered if he noticed that I was staring at
the ground to avoid looking at his eyes.  "Hey man, why don't you hold your
head back like this." His hands reached up and pushed my neck up.  Sparks
flew out from where he touched me.  "There, that way the blood goes back in
your head."  I felt good all over and light for some reason.  I tried to
think of something to say but nothing came to mind.  And then we were at
the nurse's office.
       We walked in together and Mrs. Nightling, a heavy set black woman
emerged.  "Aw, what happened baby?"  she asked, replacing my hand, now
slightly bloodied, with a Kleenex.
       "He got hit in the face with a dodge ball," Patrick offered, "coach
asked me to walk him here."
       "Well all right hun', thank you.  Why don't you head back to class
now?  What's your name sweetie?"
       Patrick gave an adorable grin and then dashed out the door.
"Christian," I told Nurse Nightling as she led me into the clinic area.
       She rolled a new Kleenex up with a couple ice cubes and lightly
touched my nose.  Well it doesn't look broken; just keep some ice on it
until the bleeding stops.  Why don't you wash that blood off your hands and
face in the sink?"  I did as she asked and then reapplied the Kleenex.  I
laid down on the small bed there, propped up on lots of pillows.  "I'm
gonna let your mama know ok?  I'll be at my desk if you need anything."
       I stayed there day dreaming for awhile.  Soon the blood stopped
running and my nose felt a little itchy but dry.  I stayed on the bed
reading everything on the walls in the clinic, mostly posters on washing
hands or covering your cough.  "Feeling better?" the nurse asked stepping
back in.
       I nodded and she tossed out my Kleenex.  She opened her mouth but
was interrupted by Coach Cooper sticking his head in the office, "Hey
Christian, how you doing?"
       "He's just fine," Mrs. Nightling replied for me.
       "Good, I just came to check on the soldier." I beamed when he called
me that.  His eyes were on my face, looking a little bit guilty it seemed.
       The phone began to ring then.  "Well come on in Charles, sit with
him a minute, that's probably his mother calling me back."  She walked out
to answer her phone.
       Coach Cooper plopped down in an uncomfortable looking stool right in
front of me.  His large muscular arms rested on his thighs.  I couldn't
help myself glancing at the spot in the middle where his pee pee should be.
I began to feel tingly again.
       "Well soldier, you took quite a hit today.  How are you feeling?"
       "I'm ok." I said.  I noticed how calm and serene his brown eyes
were.  I liked him for some reason, the way I would like a puppy or a new
superhero, but I also liked him for the tingly feeling he gave me.  I
wanted to touch him.
       "Well I'm sorry you took such a hit.  I'll keep on top of the other
boys for doing the overhand throws.  Ya'll shouldn't play so rough.
Especially around you cutie."  His big hand tussled my hair.
       That touch was the last straw of sorts.  I took a deep breath and
grabbed his arm, right at the wrist, as it left my head with a smile.  He
gave me curious look but didn't pull away.  I wasn't sure what to do so I
pulled the hand down a bit and then softly moved my fingers over his
forearm, tickling the black hairs.  They were coarse, not like mine at all,
black and grasping.  His muscular forearms were thick and the skin on them
was soft, but rougher than my own.  Up all the way to his elbow I stroked
and then down again back to his wrist.  I moved around the wrist to the
palm of his hands, just two fingers tracing a path across his huge palm and
down his index finger.  His hands were large and the fingers full of
muscle.  I felt like a tiny baby as I latched my hand softly onto his index
finger.  I suddenly remembered the VCR man running his hand up and down his
pee pee.  Up and down his finger I went once.  The sound of a phone being
hung up brought us both back.  Coach Cooper pulled his hand back as thoughI
were fire and abruptly stood up.  A clipboard suddenly appeared in his
other hand and covered the front of him where his pee pee should be.  His
eyes were instantly anywhere but on my face.
       "Well Nurse Nightling, I better get back to the gym before they tear
that place apart.  Take good care of Christian here."  He was out the door
before another word could be spoken.
       "Christian, honey, that was your mother.  She said that she doesn't
want you to be in anymore gym classes.  I hope that's ok.  Anyway its time
for you to get back to class.  I'll write you a hall pass and then you need
to skedaddle. "
       I nodded not really hearing a word.  I felt confused, happy, sad,
excited.  I suddenly wanted to be around Coach Cooper again, to ask him
things.  However, I couldn't think of a single question to ask him.  Before
I realized it, I too was walking out the door.

Well what do you think?  Feedback is always welcome.  Please be patient,
Christian will get what's coming to him in the next few chapters.  I will
update with more soon.  Please feel free to email me at
Christian.Parker.2009@gmail.com