Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 08:31:23 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher(Chris) #1

Christopher (Chris)
By
Lee Mariner

June 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy involving
homosexual acts between an adult male and a
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WARNING -- ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD
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Hello there, I hope you enjoy my story. My name is
Charles Mercer. I'm 30 yrs old; college graduate and I
work for a large bank. My hair is a deep auburn with
hazel eyes and I am 5'10" weighing 155 lbs. I have a
gymnast's body I guess because I did a lot of work on
trampolines, rings, floor tumbling, etc. Smooth
naturally with only a light covering of hair on my
forearms and calves. My pubic hair is rather thick and
spread across my pelvis. Without being arrogant or
conceited about it, some people tell me I am a pretty
nice looking guy. I live in a large supposedly clean
eastern city but I'll let you decide on that. It was
early August and we know what that can mean.

The sun had no mercy, the day was cloudless and no
rain was forecast or even indicated by very bleak
forecasting. Try as they may, those poor guys on the
boob tube could not even give a glimmer of relief.
The concrete, stainless steel and glass of our
buildings and the black asphalt of the roadways only
tended to increase the heat and humidity of living on
the eastern seaboard.

My apartment building was one of those multi-floored
concrete monsters where people lived but knew no one;
it's called condo living. We paid exorbitant fees for
the privilege of living in total seclusion from each
other and only received an occasional mumbled greeting
should we be fortunate enough that we would meet in an
elevator or passing in the hallways. Weekends were
what we all lived for, lord did we ever and then we
would fill the roadways shoulder to shoulder in our
frenzy to get out of our chosen environment and I was
no different.

Well that is not entirely true, I was different then
the majority. I realized I was different when I was
about 12 years old and watching boys excited me more
then girls.  Girls were nice but boys would cause my
then very small prick to harden and strange feelings
would sweep over me. Learning about my being gay did
not take me long what with the Internet and all of the
programs that explained in graphic detail what the
feelings were that I was experiencing. All through
high school and college, myself along with many others
fought too understand and live with these feelings. We
formed our own cliques and lived close in almost
totally gay enclaves. Unfortunately I worked for a
very reputable bank and hid deep in my own private
closet. A gay bank vice-president would never do, at
least not yet.

After college I did well and was employed direct from
school by the bank. I worked my way upwards starting
in the bank's real estate department. Within eight
years of graduation and just before my 30th birthday,
the bank rewarded me with a promotion too a junior
vice-presidency in the same department I had started
in but that was okay with me, I enjoyed the work. I
had just about everything a young upwardly motivated
executive could want. Condo in a somewhat exclusive
residential area, a late model Lexus and I had
recently acquired a beach house only an hour and a
half from the city. My acquisition of the property was
a secret unknown to any of my family or friends. It
was my private get-a-way and I intended to keep it
that way as long as I could.

The only person that knew I had bought the property
was my attorney Lloyd Weber. The bank had foreclosed
on it and I asked Lloyd if he would buy it for me.
There was nothing illegal about it; I just didn't want
the bank knowing I had bought it. The price was what
they needed and were asking for it so the property
would be removed from the banks liability ledgers and
after all that is any bank's reason for foreclosing on
an arrears property owner. Lloyd as my attorney was
bound by attorney-client confidentiality and could not
reveal my being the purchaser. I guess you could say I
took advantage of that provision but that is what we
have lawyers for, isn't it?

I had met Lloyd in the same private health club where
we both were members. The club was one of the few all
male bastions left and we enjoyed its facilities. I
was attracted to Lloyd almost at first sight. He
walked into the steam room with only a terry cloth
wrapper around his middle but that is all we wore in
the club except in some cases a thick towel around
some shoulders. A pronounced bulge in the center of
the wrapper indicted he was or should be pretty well
endowed. He was taller then me by a few inches but not
overpowering and had thick dark red hair, almost an
auburn color with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. A
smooth well muscled upper body with the classic "V"
shape that most men salivate over. Small waist with a
well-muscled hard stomach and the almost inevitable
"treasure trail" that was very obvious, I think, by
his very well bronzed skin. In short, Lloyd was a
hunk. We became fast friends and I retained him as my
attorney. Lloyd however is another story we might talk
about at another time. He did an excellent job of
securing the beach cottage for me but Lloyd did most
things very well...

The weekend after all of the transferring of deeds was
completed; I drove down to the beach area where the
property was located. The pictures that had been
provided by the banks photographer were not flattering
but on closer inspection it was obvious that some
repair work was going to be needed. The property was
just over 3 acres and previous owners had made
halfhearted attempts at gardening in sandy soil.
Flowerbeds around the cottage seemed to be an infusion
of all of the flowers that normally are found in
people's yards. Scrubby Roses among wilted Hosta
plants and Nandina that was doing a little better,
just a wide variety of plantings.

First things first though, the cottage would need
repair work before the landscape needed improving.

The cottage consisted of 2 bedrooms separated by a
large bath and 1 very large great room that served as
living room, dining room and kitchen. The outside wall
of the house facing the ocean was completely glassed
with 2 large sliding doors that exited on the wrap
around deck that was on 3 sides. Steps led down on the
side facing the water and another set came up through
the deck from the parking area under the rear portion
of the house that sat on pilings, the cottage had been
built into the side of a sand dune.

The septic tank was only 2 years old and had been
certified at 2,000 gallons, more then enough for a
small cottage. The fresh water was provided by a deep
artesian well that had been drilled down 500 feet and
underground lines provided electricity. No telephone
or cable television hookups and there would be none.
There was an electric stove in the cottage but a gas
furnace fueled by an above ground 500-gallon provided
heat liquid propane tank situated conveniently close
but far enough away from the roadway and house.

I contacted a local contractor/architect and between
the 2 of us we re-designed the cottage. The large
great room was reduced in size and a stone fireplace
was added in the living room area. A small dining
alcove off of the kitchen was more then sufficient
since I didn't plan on any large-scale dinner parties.

The extra space that had been opened up by the change
enabled the enlarging the master bedroom by almost
double. A private master bath was built and that left
the other for the spare bedroom or use by any guests
since we re-located the entrances.

The exterior was redone with Cyprus shingles and a new
roof was needed. Some repairs were done to the
pressure treated deck after the exterior windows were
replaced with Andersen double hung windows and sliding
doors. The entire cottage was finished in just a few
days over 3 weeks. I had spent the weekends in a small
motel just down from the cottage while the work was
being done and the only thing left was trying to
improve the landscape, not my best feature since I
lived in a condo where the only landscape was looking
out over a couple of potted plants and mine were
artificial.

I could hire a landscape company and re-do the outside
or leave it like it was and just attempt cleaning it
up. I opted for the latter and bought a shovel, rake,
and pruning shears and other supposedly needed
gardening tools along with a small-detached aluminum
shed for their storage. Fortunately the price of the
shed included installation with a concrete floor and
was completed before the cottage was done.

New appliances were installed in the cottage and I
went through my seldom-used kitchen and cleaned out
various pots, pans, etc. In fact, I had so much stuff
I rented a U-Haul It trailer with a temporary bumper
hitch so it all could be taken from the condo to the
cottage. One of my associate tenants asked if I had
notified the Homeowners Association that I had sold my
condo. I assured her I was not moving just donating a
few things to the Salvation Army and I don't think we
ever saw each other after that encounter but a copy of
the Rules and Regulations of the Homeowners
Association was left in my mailbox, nosey ass city
people.

The weekend I pulled the trailer down it was steaming
hot and very little breeze. I could only back the
trailer but so close because the cottage sat closer to
the ocean then the roadway. I did the best my limited
ability at backing trailers would allow and carried
the first load in. I had brought various pieces of
clothing down over the weekends along with a few
towels, sheets, etc.

An interior decorator that the architect recommended
had taken care of doing the interior in a
Nordic/Scandinavian decor that I liked very much.
Simple clean lines in the furniture and only a few
pieces were more then enough. Some people seem to have
a need in filling rooms with bric-a-brac, pictures and
stuff. She had the foresight to install a queen-size
bed in the master bedroom and a regular size in the
guest room. The low couch in the living room could be
converted if needed. At least it wasn't Martha
Stewart.

I changed into a pair of athletic shorts with no
briefs and tennis shoes. It would take the cottage
air-conditioning a little while before it would
exchange the hot air inside with cooler air and I
could feel the sweat running down my back and the
crack of my ass. My balls swing free would be a lot
more comfortable then getting a rash in my crotch. I
sprayed some screen bloc on before going for another
load.

Walking over the sand I could see a young towheaded
kid standing by my trailer with his bike. He looked
like he was 15 or 16 and I wanted to remove my
sunglasses for a better look but even at the distance
he looked kind of young. It was hard telling but he
looked to be about 5'6" or a little taller. I didn't
think my sunglasses made him any darker but he had a
beautiful tan and a teenager's athletic body. Smooth
and entering the post-pubescent age when muscles were
better defined and more supple. His clothing consisted
of a tight black Spandex swimming suit and he
stood/half leaning on his bike not moving as I walked
up.

I started to say something but he beat me too it.

"Hi mister, I saw you trying to back up and then start
unloading. My name is Christopher but people call me
Chris, I live down the street. Do you want some help
with that stuff, it's awful hot out?"

"Hi Chris. My name is Charles Mercer. Are you sure
your parents won't mind if you help a stranger out?
I'd be willing to pay you something for your trouble
if it's okay with them."

"Nah, my mom won't mind. Besides you ain't a stranger,
I've been watching them fix the place up. Used to be
some drug addicts living there; at least we thought
they were. They always looked dirty and kinda funny.
There was always a lot of trash around the place and
some out on the beach. People got mad at them for it."

"Really, it was rather dirty when I bought it. How
about your father won't he mind if you help me out?"

"Ain't got one, he took off somewhere with some other
girl. He hasn't been back since and that's a long time
ago. Mom still thinks he will but I don't think so.
You want me to help you?"

"It can't be that long ago, you aren't that old
Chris."

"I'm 16 going on 17 -- got hair under my arms." He said
vehemently as he lifted his arm showing a sizeable
amount of hair in his armpit.

"I can see. I didn't mean to make you angry about it
Chris. You probably have hair other places as well.
I hope you aren't mad at me?"

"I'm not mad Charlie, okay if I call you that? Lots of
people just think I'm a kid since I'm not very tall.
I'm 5'7" but I don't have a lot of muscles like some
of the other dudes on the beach do. They are only here
for the summer; I live here all the time. Whatcha want
me to carry?"

"Calling me Charlie is fine but do me a favor. Run
home and tell your mother you are helping me unload
okay?"

"Awwwwww heck, she won't mind but if that's what you
want, I'll be right back." Chris jumped on his bike
and sprayed sand on the asphalt surface. By the time I
got back from my second load he was back.

"She said it was okay just not to get in the way and
make a pest of myself."

"As long as she knows. Start with the boxes."

It took Chris and I almost 2 hrs before we were
finished but that included a couple of breaks for
Pepsi's. The sweat was pouring off both of us and I
wondered about going in and out from the A/C into the
heat. Neither one of us had time too cool down and we
sat outside in the shade of the east side of the house
when we took a break. Chris was a hard worker and the
way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin and the
bulge of his biceps was exciting to see. He was going
to be a real stunner when he was older.

He went back for the last item, a footstool. Sitting
it down he dropped down on it and said, "whew that was
a lot of stuff. Wish it wasn't so hot though, I stink
like a skunk, I'll have to take a shower when I get
home."

"Well Chris, if you want you can take one here. We can
rinse that suit of yours while you do, I know it must
stink from the sweat."

"You mean it? Would it be okay? We have a shower but
no hot water and it don't work all that well. Most of
the time I just shower in the public beach house.
Gotta be careful there though, lots of old guys that
give you funny looks. Some of them are all hairy and
wrinkly and keep trying to show you what they got. I
just shower and ignore them. Sometimes there are some
younger guys not much older then me there and they go
in a shower stall with one of the older guys. I was
there once when an undercover cop caught two of them
and took them too jail. I didn't know they hung around
the place but it was really quiet after that happened
for a long time. The hustlers stayed away."

"It's a good thing you didn't do anything and get
caught like them Chris. There are hustlers here? I
thought this was a quiet place.

"Not in the summer Charlie, lots of college kids come
here so they can make money for school I guess. Some
work in the restaurants and some sell what they got
and doing it in public like that is crazy and too
dangerous. You got your own beach and you can shower
here in your cottage, you don't need to go down there.
Okay if I take a shower now?"

"Sure go ahead. Let me have that suit and I'll throw
it in the washer. Spandex dries pretty quickly. I'll
get you a towel. Use the bathroom in my bedroom, it's
a little bigger then the other one."

I knew about the public restrooms in the bus terminals
and some of the parks, Chris was right about them
being dangerous not only because the police might
catch you but also because of the chance of catching a
disease especially AIDS. We had the problem with one
of our pubic restrooms on the second floor of the bank
until surveillance cameras were installed. I wondered
if taking a shower was the only reason he used the
public showers.

I set the washer on small load and dropped his bathing
suit in with some Tide washing powders when I heard
him call out for some soap. I had forgotten there was
none. Getting a bar if Irish Spring bath size and a
large fluffy towel and I knocked on the door before
going in.

"Darn it Charlie, I didn't look to see if there was
any soap and I'm all wet."

"Irish Spring okay? I'll put it on the sink for you."

Chris opened the shower door. "Let me have it."

He was right he was wet and his bronze skin glistened,
his muscles rippling under the shower light. He didn't
have a tan line and his cock was beautifully and
cleanly cut and about half hard. He stood there
holding the glass door open with one hand and the
other reaching for the soap not moving. His soft brown
eyes caught mine and he didn't move; only smiled. His
pubic hair was thick and between being sandy blond and
light brown. It was dark right then because of the
water. I hadn't really noticed before but there was a
light covering of hair on his thighs and calves that
was darker because of the water. His head hair was
light brown with blond highlights from the summer sun
and clipped close to his head. I felt my cock surge
and the blood rushing to my head. Almost dropping the
soap and towel, I turned and left the room returning
to the kitchen.  Chris had caught me completely off
guard and I wasn't sure if he was trying to seduce me
or not. I had always avoided young men his age out of
fear even though many of them were very desirable.
Most teenagers could lead to trouble since they had
little experience in being discreet and something
usually slipped and the wrong person or persons would
learn what they didn't like. The possibility of this
happening was just not worth the risk.

I was sitting at the small kitchen table with my back
to the door leading into my bedroom when Chris came
in. He sort of coughed and I turned around in his
direction. He had the towel wrapped around his waist
and he looked fresh and clean. He had washed his hair
and it had darkened a little but the golden highlights
gleamed in the sunlight streaming into the kitchen
through the skylights. He stood quietly looking at me
and I could see that small place right under his
breastbone where his heart was beating and his
breathing was slow and easy as he shifted from one
foot to the other.

"If my suit is ready Charlie, I'll go on home."

"Not yet Chris, I haven't put it in the dryer.
I'll get you a robe you can put on until it is
dry."

"The towel is okay unless it bothers you Charlie. Did
I do something wrong or say the wrong thing?"

"No Chris, that towel is wet. I'll be right back."

Moving past him my hand brushed the towel and he
caught it holding it in front of him before it fell
even as I grabbed for it mumbling I was sorry but he
let the towel drop anyway saying "Charlie..."

I stopped dead in my tracks half stride and fell
against the doorjamb grabbing for it and support.
Without turning to face him I mumbled, "Chris do you
know what you are doing?"

"I hope so or I have made a big fool of myself. You
have been sneaking looks at me all day, just like
those guys I was telling you about. I think I know
what that means Charlie, you like me. If I'm wrong,
I'll leave and won't come back."

There it was, out in the open. Chris had read me right
even though I thought I was not being obvious. I had
forgotten when I was a teenager and how you pickup on
stuff. My heart was beating like a trip hammer and a
cool sweat covered me even in the A/C. Chris had not
moved and was standing just behind me and looking down
at the floor I could see the towel laying at his bare
feet. I couldn't move, the fear of discovery held me
immobile but every fiber in my being screamed, "turn
around, look at him," I just stood not facing him.

The only sound in the room, the entire cottage was the
whir of the A/C returns and the thump, thump of my
heart, it felt like it would burst at any moment. My
eyes were closed, my mouth felt like cotton and then
his arms went around my naked waist his chest laying
on my back, his damp hair touching just under the base
of my skull as his lips touched my sweaty skin. We
stood like that for several minutes his hand slowly
moving up and down my bare sweaty chest. The buzzer
went off on the dryer shattering the almost complete
silence.

"You could use a shower yourself Charlie, weren't you
going to take one after me?"

Standing up straight I turned around in his arms and I
could feel his stiff cock brushing over my crotch as I
did. I put my arms over his shoulders and looked into
his soft almost liquid brown eyes and I felt like I
would drown in them.

"Chris we could get in a lot of trouble if this goes
any further. Me more then you since you are a minor
and I am an adult. Embarrassment for you and your
mother maybe but possibly jail and disgrace for me.
Have you thought about that?"

"Nope. All I have thought about is going to bed with
you. I sort of fibbed earlier Charlie, I been watching
you since the first time I saw you with them builders
that worked on your house. I knew you were staying at
that motel and I would watch from my house, it's
almost across the street. A couple of times you didn't
close the curtain on your window and I saw you naked
man that was hot."

"Why didn't you do something then instead of doing all
of this?"

"Like you, too scared and afraid of what you might do
to me. I didn't know you and I just couldn't walk up
to you and say hi or some silly thing like that.  I
knew all day you wanted to touch me but you were
scared, that's the way I was earlier. I thought when I
told you them stories about the showers you might do
something and then in the shower I got half a hard on
and stood there hoping you'd take the hint."

"Oh Christ, Chris, I wanted too but I knew you were a
minor and that scared me. Even though you might be the
aggressor and seduced me it would still make me a
child molester. I could have gone all
the way and then you might go telling on me and then
it would be big trouble for me, more then you. It was
just a lot of unknowns and I couldn't take the chance.
You being naked and holding me right now would be
enough to get both of us in trouble."

"Then we won't go to bed even though I told you I
wanted too? I am not going to tell anyone Charlie, I'm
just as gay as you are or I wouldn't be here naked
with my cock hard and throbbing holding you like this.
Don't make me beg Charlie, please. I really want you
and you want me just as bad, I can tell from the way
your heart is beating and your cock starting to get
hard until you start talking again. You're getting
hard now."

"God Chris, who wouldn't when a young hard cock is
being ground against your body. I feel like I might
shoot without doing anything else. Have you been in
bed with a man before?"

"Nope, just jerked off with some buddies but one of
them sucked me off when I was 14. I knew after that
what I wanted but not one of the kids running around,
most of them don't know anymore about sex then me
then. We could look at dirty pictures in magazine but
that's not the real thing. I saw a lot of pictures
where men were with boys sucking on their little cocks
and I got the feeling that was what I wanted, someone
that would show me what it was like. You feel good in
my arms like this; I like the feel of your smooth skin
touching mine and your muscles tightening when I touch
you. I want to suck your cock and feel you sucking me
Charlie."

Despite all of my resolve, I could feel the tenseness
draining away from me as an intense desire was
building in my groin. I ran my fingers over his
shoulders and his muscles tightened like mine did
under his touch. He was looking into my eyes and I
could see deep in his the need he had been telling me
he felt. Holding his face between my hands I moved my
lips closer to his. He was breathing through his mouth
and the tip of his tongue teasingly moistened his
lips. I pressed mine to his and his tongue quickly
forced its way into my mouth, our tongues danced
twisting and exploring, tasting. I ran my fingers
through his hair and pressed my body against his and I
felt the rapid beating of his heart as our hot sweaty
flesh touched. My senses whirled at the taste and
smell of him as he broke the kiss gasping for air.

"Oh my god Charlie you don't know how long I have
wanted someone to hold me and kiss me like that. I
feel like my legs are getting weaker and my cock will
burst wide open any minute. I didn't know it would be
like this."

"There is more Chris, much more and I want to show
you, teach you the meaning of love between two men."

He loosened his arms from around my waist and I
removed my shorts a very hard thick cock springing
free from confinement and swinging upwards into his
crotch jamming against his balls. "Damn Charles,
you're so big it feels like a pole between my legs."

"You aren't small Chris." I said as I led him back
into the bedroom. I knew it was going to be a
wonderful summer and who knew what else. A hot shower
would be a good beginning.

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- Yesterday is gone but today is the first day of the
last days of our lives. -

					Elizabeth Browning