Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 15:26:29 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher(Chris) #7

CHRISTOPHER(Chris)
By
Lee Mariner

December 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story intended for adult readers only. It
depicts homosexual acts between young gay men and boys. All characters are
fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
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Chapter #7

Life was good I thought driving south on Broad St.. July had been
oppressively hot and humid but August was slipping away warm and
comfortable.  I had already experienced several successes in my short 30
years but meeting Christopher Larkin, Chris for short.

I smiled too my self thinking of how he had introduced himself to me, "Hi
Mister, my name is Christopher but people call me Chris."  He was dressed
like most young guys at the beach, bathing suit and the hair on their heads.
He was confident and maybe just a little cocky but he was solidly built, his
body showing signs of developing into a work of art. He had broad tanned
shoulders, a small waist with defined pecs and a hard flat stomach showing
the start of developing abdominal muscles.   His smile was broad and showed
brilliant even white teeth, his hair was sun bleached light brown and he had
dark brown luminous eyes.  When I guessed his age at 16 he protested and let
me know he was 16 almost 17.  Yeah, I thought, a little cocky but not
arrogant.

Because of his lean hard muscled body, his height was a little deceiving and
he looked quite a bit shorter then my 5'10".  His head came up just a little
higher then my shoulder at 5'7" and between us there was only 10 lbs
difference, me at 155 and him at 145.  The big difference, I guess you could
say, although it has always been irrelevant too me was my 8" uncut cock and
his cut 6".  Even at that, his was quite a bit thicker then mine. Friends of
mine always told me I had a cock made for fucking and not hurting someone's
asshole.

None of it made any real difference, meeting Chris had changed my life and
hopefully it would his.  He had no father that he knew and an alcoholic
drug-using mother who prostituted herself.  I couldn't see any obstacle that
would stand in the way of my adopting him.

I had a good job, stability, impeccable reputation and I could offer Chris
all of this in comparison to what he was used too. Yeah, I thought again,
life had been good to me and I wanted to share it with him and watch him,
help him grow and mature. With Lloyd's help, that was going to happen.

				* * * * * * * * *

The garage was all but empty when I drove in; there was only one other car.
When I pushed my Ident-Card in the slot to open the elevator, it occurred to
me that Chris was going to need one eventually and I made a mental note to
ask the President of the residents committee for another one and have him
registered as being a resident of the building. That is one thing I didn't
like about living in a condo. Even though you owned it, you needed
permission to do anything.

The elevator doors slid back almost silently and I started to call for Chris
but I didn't see him in the living room.  I probably should have called and
told him I was coming home earlier then I had thought but since he wasn't in
the living room, he had to be in one of the bedrooms and I could surprise
him.

I could hear rock music coming from one of the bedrooms as I walked across
the living room too the hall. It wasn't the loud grinding rock that some
kids like but a softer variety. I didn't follow rock but it wasn't bad
sounding and when I reached the doorway too what was to be Chris's bedroom,
I saw him standing across the room putting clothes into the built-in dresser
drawers.  On the bed, he had two piles of clothing, one was folded and the
other pile was obviously discards.  He stood flexing his knees and nodding
his head in time with the music wearing a pair of light blue briefs, soft
sort of "tonk de tonk" sounds coming from his direction as he followed the
music.

I leaned against the doorframe watching him, a strong feeling of pride
filling me swelling my heart. His broad back gleamed a soft dark rose color
from the indirect lighting and his briefs fit around the cheeks of his ass
like another skin. His hair was darker from being still damp after taking a
shower.

I still didn't know why I fell for him so hard but leaning against the door
with my arms folded over my chest it was pure pleasure watching him.  No
lust, just a deep feeling of pleasure. He must have sensed he was not alone
and when he turned he jumped slightly dropping the shirts he was putting
away.

"Jesus Chuck, you scared the hell out of me. How long have you been standing
there?"

"Chuck?" I said lifting an eyebrow.

"It's easier then calling you Charlie or Charles all of the time. How long
have you been home?"

"Not very long. I should have called but this is better. I never thought I
could love someone so much.  Even from the back you're beautiful. Did you
just take a shower?"

"A little while ago remember? You really haven't been gone that long. I
didn't think you would be home until around noon since you said we are
supposed to meet Lance at 1 o'clock."

"I finished a little faster then I thought. Your room is looking good, lived
in.  We should put those things you don't want in a plastic bag. There are
some Salvation Army drop boxes we can put them in. Let me get changed out of
this suit into something more comfortable." I said removing my coat.

"Can I help you?" He said a little huskier, moving closer and undoing my
tie, pulling it from around my neck and my cock started getting hard seeing
the look in his eyes.

His eyes gleamed, his chest rising and falling quicker as he breathed.  The
bulge in his briefs was growing stretching the cotton fabric.  I ran my hand
over his hard satiny chest and around his waist pulling him tight against
me.

"Where do you want too start." I breathed huskily feeling the tightness in
my groin, his hard cock pressing against me.

"Here." He said pressing his lips to mine our tongues slipping into opened
mouths.

Dropping my coat too the floor I took him in both arms squeezing his hard
muscled body closer as we kissed. The feeling of pre-seminal fluid oozing
upwards in my cock sent fire surging through me.

"We better use the bed Chris or I'm going to shoot my load in my pants."

Chris swept the clothes off of the bed while I undressed almost tearing the
buttons off my shirt.  He slowly pushed his briefs down over his cheeks
glancing over his shoulder with an impish grin before letting them drop too
the floor around his ankles. He kicked them aside and turned facing me. His
thick cock was like a steel javelin jutting towards me. He stretched like a
tawny cat reaching his arms over his head up on the balls of his feet, his
muscles rippling under soft unblemished golden flesh.

Kicking my trousers and shoes aside I hooked my thumbs inside the band of my
briefs and pushed them down until my wet cock sprang upwards slapping
against my hard stomach and we stood looking at each other for a moment, his
eyes locking with mine and there was an energy radiating, flowing between
us.

"You call me beautiful Chuck? Look in a mirror and see what I see. You look
fantastic too me." He said as I moved too where he stood, his chest heaving.

The muscles of his body felt like coiled spring steel under my fingers,
packed with power and he molded his body to mine, his arms around my neck,
our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

We fell backwards on the bed with him under me. Putting my arm around and
under his chest, he pushed while I pulled him all the way up on the bed
laying his head on a pillow and I stretched out beside him with my arm under
his neck.

I thought of other men that I had been in bed with but Chris felt like he
belonged next too me.  He ran the fingers of one hand over my chest while he
stroked my back with the other. Sharp electric sensations shot through me
and I took his hard cock in my hand stroking it easily while I played with
his hair with the other. Pushing my cock against his hip, I locked my leg
over his pushing my knee up under his full balls and he moaned softly.

His inner thighs were warm, velvety soft and his steel hard cock lifted its
head, invitingly, from the pressure of my knee pressing against the soft
perineum flesh between his balls and anus. He moaned again, lifting his hips
slightly as I increased the pressure with my knee. The crown of his cock was
inflamed bright red and pre-seminal fluid flowed in a sticky clear stream.

Twisting around, I replaced my knee with my hand and continued pressing with
my fingers, using my thumb to roll his balls. Lowering my head I opened my
mouth and twisted my tongue around his cock licking and tasting the salty
sweet fluid.

Chris tightened his muscles at the touch of my tongue, his hands gripping
the lat muscles in my back and I lowered my mouth over his cock. I heard a
long low sigh and felt his body relaxing as the tension flowed from him as
his cock sank in the depths of my throat.  I felt the strong beat of his
heart in his throbbing cock deep in my throat.

His hands played in my hair as I held his cock with my lips deep in my
throat and my tongue washed over the soft unveined under side the taste of
his pre-seminal issue still in my mouth.

I took my hot sticky cock in my hand and slowly started masturbating as I
sucked his rigid cock drawing the seed from his tightening scrotum, his cock
swelling a little each time I withdrew and then slid his cock back down my
throat.

His hands roamed over my back, kneading and squeezing while his hips rose
and fell with the rhythm of my sucking mouth and I felt the pressure
increasing as we raced to reach a cataclysmic eruption. My cock was
throbbing, hardening and my nuts ached for release when Chris lifted his
hips driving his cock deeper and his hands squeezed my waist. He groaned
deep in his chest, his body tightening and his back arched his cock flooding
my mouth and throat with scalding hot semen.

The intensity of his orgasm and his hard thick cock swelling and jerking in
my mouth with each surge of semen sent bolts of erotic energy flashing from
my head down into my aching cock and balls generating a volcanic explosion
of sperm erupting and covering my chest and stomach. Each spasm was a pain
of pleasure and I gripped my cock tight while I drained the life from Chris.

Time seemed to standstill for those few moments and all I wanted was to
drink the aphrodisiac that he had given and I had drawn from the depths of
his being until I felt him relaxing, drifting with me in the afterglow of a
mutually sated hunger.

Draining the last drops from his soft cock, it slipped from my lips and I
fell back beside him his arm under my neck.  Our breathing was slowly
subsiding when he lifted his arm pulling my head too his. He kissed me
softly looking into my eyes and I could see a deep love in their warm
depths.
"I love you Charlie."  He whispered.

I could see tears forming at the corners of his eyes and I kissed him again.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiling at me. I threw my
arm over his chest and pulled him closer, warms feelings flowing through me.

				* * * * * * * * *

We lay quietly for a few minutes and he ran his fingers through the semen
covering my chest and stomach.  Turning my head, I looked at him; there was
an impish sparkle in his eyes. Lowering his head he licked some of the semen
from my breast and he nipped the tip of the nipple. I felt a sharp tingling
in my nuts and my cock jerked.  Chris leaned back grinning.

"Damn, don't you get enough? That's twice today and we haven't had lunch
yet."

"You just did but I haven't, not yet."

"If you're a good boy, maybe dessert later.  You forget that I'm not 17. It
takes a little longer for some then others that aren't horny teenagers."

"I don't believe that, not the way your cock started getting hard again when
I bit your tit and you aren't that old. I've seen younger guys at the beach
that weren't built as good as you are."

"Oh Christ, I'm going to adopt a male nymphomaniac."

"One who loves you very much."

"That is mutual little one. Right now we better get cleaned up. We are
meeting a friend of mine from the office for lunch before we see Lance."

"I thought we were meeting Lance for lunch."

"We were but he called and had to change plans, we are meeting him later. I
asked Elizabeth too have lunch with us. I want her to meet you, you'll like
her."
"A girl?"  He said, a surprised tone in his voice.

"Yes. A beautiful girl who happens to be a lesbian and I trust her
completely." I said as I swung out of bed.

"A lesbian! I've never met a lesbian."

"You will like Elizabeth Chris. We help each other out from time too time
when we need dates for social or bank functions."

"I guess so, how do you treat them?  He said still laying in bed.

"Like you would any girl. Just be your loveable self with her and she will
be the same with you. Now get out of bed and let's shower.  This stuff is
starting to dry."

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We showered and Chris was still in a playful mood. He would wash me paying
particular attention to my cock and balls keeping both of us in a half
agitated state of arousal.

Showering together was becoming the time when we could explore each other's
bodies and learn the little secret spots. We both were a little ticklish but
Chris would squeal and I could feel his body vibrate when I ran my fingers
over the backside of his ribs just below his armpit.  He found out I liked
the sensation of his fingers running up and down over my spin and we would
wind up holding each other tight, laughing.

Drying off, he went into his bedroom to dress. He surprised me when he came
back as I was finishing. He was wearing dark brown slacks and an open
throated pocket-less mint colored shirt. The shirt was pulled down and held
tight by the elastic waistband of his slacks and showed the tight cut
definition of his chest.  His light brown hair was still damp and he had
brushed it letting it lay in waves.  The shirt picked up the dark brown of
his eyes; shades of green were his complimenting color.

"Wow! I might have to take a stick with me so I can beat the boys or girls
off. You look great Chris."

"Thanks, I had a few things but I never got a chance to wear them. I don't
have a jacket or sweater that would look good though."


"That we will take care of later. In the meantime wear this." I said taking
a light tan London Fog windbreaker from the closet.

Chris took it and putting it on he said, "Neat Chuck, thanks."

"Keep it, it looks better on you then it did on me. We better get going."

Driving back up Broad, I parked in a public garage just a block away from
Lindy's instead of the banks.  Chris was all eyes, looking everywhere as we
walked the short block too 12th St.

Lindy's was in a lot of people's opinion, the best Jewish Delicatessen on
the East Coast.  As a rule, it was always packed at lunchtime and I didn't
know if we would get a table or not.

Ben Goldmeir was the son of the owner and I saw him standing behind the cash
register when we walked in.  He was of German/Scandinavian decent and had
black hair and light blue eyes.  He must have taken to the maternal side of
his family since his great grandmother was Norwegian and his features were
more Nordic then German.  He had high cheekbones and a square jaw but his
eyes were his most captivating feature, it felt as if he was looking right
though you and knew what you were thinking.  The German side was in his
build, solid and massive muscle. Not bulging muscle but well proportioned to
his size of 6'3". He had a weapon that matched his size but he was as gentle
as a pussycat in bed. Ben had what a lot of porn stars would like but he was
not domineering preferring either position.

He looked up as we walked in, his eyes lighting up. "Hi Charlie, Elizabeth
said you were coming in. She called and I set up a table for you at the
front of the balcony."

"That's what makes her such a good secretary Ben. How long ago did she
call?"

"About an hour or so." He said looking over my shoulder raising his
eyebrows.

"Sorry Ben, this is Chris Larkin. Chris, Ben Goldmeir, an old friend."

"Not that old Chris, its nice meeting you." He said extending his hand.

Chris took his hand shaking it, his eyes riveted on Ben's thick forearm and
bicep. "Nice meeting you too Sir."

"Not Sir, Ben, please."

"Yes sir, sorry." Chris said and Ben just grinned back at him.

"Were you out of town again last weekend Charlie or did I miss you at lunch
on Saturday?"  Ben said as he took a customers ticket and money.

"Out of town. Your busy Ben, we can talk later. Tell Elizabeth were here
when she comes in will you?"

"Sure thing, catch up with you later."

Chris and I worked our way through the tables and I noticed a head or two
turn our way as we passed.  I recognized some from working at the bank and
nodded at them as we passed.

Ben had placed a small reserved sign on the table but it only had two
chairs. Looking around I pulled one from another table after asking the
young lady sitting at it if it was being used.

Looking down from the balcony you could see the entire main floor of the
delicatessen and the front door.  I saw Elizabeth come in and Ben talking
too her nodding up at the balcony. She looked up and waved before moving
through the crowded tables.

"Is she your friend Chuck?"

"Yes, that's her."

"And she is a les. . . ? Boy, she is a knockout."
"And she is smart as well Chris."  I said standing as she walked towards us
and he followed me.

He surprised me more when he pulled the chair back from the table and held
it for her.

"Why thank you." She said smiling at Chris as she sat down.  "Ben told me
you had a friend with you Charles but he didn't say he was so well
mannered."

"I wanted to surprise you. Elizabeth, this is Christopher Larking, my son.
Chris, Elizabeth Grant."

"Your what?" She exclaimed putting her hand too her mouth her eyes wide with
surprise.

"He's just putting you on Miss Grant, I'm not his son, at least not yet
anyway. It's nice meeting you though, Charlie has told me about you but he
didn't mention how pretty you are."

"You are, your not at least not now, he did and thank you." She said looking
back and forth between Chris and I. "Charlie you have me thoroughly
confused. You said Chris is your son but he says not yet but he is a
flatterer to boot. It sounds like we are playing Scrabble or a word game."

"No game Bette, maybe I should have warned you or something but I didn't
really know how I could.  Lets order though, you only have an hour."

We ordered ice tea and sandwiches. Chris was a little confused by the menu
and asked if he could have a cheeseburger with French fries.  The waitress
rolled her eyes when he asked for a cheeseburger but took the order.  Bette
looked at me grinning.

"I don't think Chris has had Jewish sandwiches before, have you?"

"No ma'am, I haven't. There are lots of things I haven't had but I'm excited
about learning."  He said his eyes sparkling.

"I think you have a good teacher. What were you saying before Charlie?"

Waiting until the waitress had set our food and drinks on the table I took a
deep breath.  "I'm going to adopt Chris. We have an appointment with Lloyd
Webber, my attorney, later this afternoon after we see Lance." I said at
almost machine gun speed but not so loud that everyone around us could hear.

She sat looking back and forth between us in an almost stunned like silence
and then her face lit up.

"I think that is marvelous, absolutely marvelous. When did this all of this
start? Why do you have to see Lance Charlie, he can't help you?"

"It's a long story Bette. We met Lance at dinner last night and since Chris
needs a few things, we made an appointment with him for this afternoon.
Could you come over for dinner this evening about 7:30 and then we can tell
you everything."

"Of course I will, what can I bring? Never mind, I'll bring a couple of
bottles of Brute, we can celebrate.  You be careful around Lance Chris." She
said covering his hand with hers. "He has the instincts of a Dracula."

"I've seen his type before Miss Grant."

"Just you be careful and please call me Elizabeth or Bette. They don't even
call me Miss Grant at work, do they Charlie?"

"Not that I've ever heard Bette but I've seen heads turn your way."

"Not the kind I like and that makes a difference. I better be getting back
too work before CD gets back from his meeting, I'll see you tonight."

We stood as she did. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then took Chris in
her arms hugging him and kissing his cheek. She whispered something in his
ear causing him to blush but I couldn't hear what she said.

Picking up her purse, she wiggled her fingers in one of those feminine waves
that women have and left. Chris and I sat back down and watched over the
balcony railing as she left. It was like watching dominos falling, heads
turning, as she passed different tables.
"I think you made a hit with her Chris."

"I hope so, I like her."

"She's a good girl, we've had a lot of fun together. Do you want anything
else before we leave?  I want to order dinner from Ben and have it
delivered.  We won't have time this afternoon for shopping."

Picking up the check and leaving a tip, we stopped at the register.

"Ben. Is it to late to order dinner for this evening and have it delivered?"

"It's never that late Charlie, what would you like?"

"I don't know, what would you suggest?"

"Do you like Italian?  Dad is trying to get away from all Jewish dishes and
try something else. He made Italian Sausage Lasagna last night that is out
of this world.  That with a salad and wine would be great for two or more."

I looked at Chris and he shook his head yes.

"Make it for 3 and deliver about 7, is that okay?"

"Three?" He said cocking his eyebrow.

"Elizabeth is joining us for dinner."

"Two is company, three is a crowd but four would make a nice dinner party
Charlie and I'll throw in the wine and Chocolate Truffles."

"And just want is the wine and truffles going to cost me? Jews don't just
give things away."  I said suspiciously knowing what Ben was like.

"Nothing Charlie, absolutely nothing. You hurt my feelings, you're my
friend."

"Ugh huh, I know. See you at 7 and make the wine a Merlot from the top
shelf."

"Oh, I am wounded, cut to the heart." Ben said throwing his head back
laughing, his brilliant white teeth flashing.

				* * * * * * * * *

"Is he always like that Chuck?" Chris said after we left.

"Just about but he has a heart of gold and you won't meet a nicer guy.
Ben's 25 and he graduated from Boston University with a degree in Accounting
and Finance. I tried to hire him at the bank but he stays with his dad.  He
doesn't have any brothers or sisters and since his mother died he takes care
of his father.  Jewish people are like that Chris, family means a lot."

"I wish it did for everybody."

"It will Chris, give it time.  Things are going to be different from now
on."

"I'm not worried Chuck as long as I can stay with you."

"That's what we are going to start working on after we finish at Lance's.
Lloyd's office is on Broad St. and we can walk there, it's only a couple of
blocks.  I'll give him a call again while we are in Wanamaker's.

It was only a short walk from Lindy's too Wanamaker's, just about the same
distance as from the bank. Chris was as excited as a country boy in the city
for the first time and he reminded me of my first walk on Market St.

When I transferred from Scranton I needed new clothes since the banks main
office was a little different then a branch and Wanamaker's was only a block
from the bank. One of the men in the Finance Department had recommended the
store and that is when I met Lance.

When I walked into the men's department on the mezzanine, he stepped from
behind the counter and I suspected he was gay the minute I saw him.  He was
attractive but his limp wrist and the way he carried his arm with his eyes
roaming up and down checking me out and hesitating at my crotch was a dead
giveaway.

I couldn't help but smile thinking about Lance's face when he was measuring
my inseam and felt my cock hanging down the inside of my thigh in the boxer
shorts I was wearing.

"Do you always wear boxers? He said looking up at me licking his lips.

"Only when someone is taking my measurements."

"Would you like to use one of the private dressing rooms? We can be sure
everything is correct."

He locked the door and dropped to his knees before I could get my pants
down.  Lance was a good salesman but he sure knew how to suck a cock and
every time there was a new line, he would call me.  There were other things
Lance liked to do but some were a little more then I cared for, drugs were
never part of our friendship.

				* * * * * * * * *

It was only September but stores were already gearing up for Halloween.
Plastic pumpkins, scarecrows, corn shocks and different varieties of autumn
vegetables were displayed with various lines of clothing.

The store had escalators between each of the four floors with elevators for
handicap people along the back wall of each floor. We could have taken an
elevator up too the mezzanine but there were wide marble steps that led
directly from the main floor too the men's department.

When we were halfway up, Chris stopped and looked down at the main floor.

"It's really big isn't it?  I love the smell of new clothes, leather coats
and shoes, don't you?  It's all mixed with women's perfume and the other
stuff they use."

"Wanamaker's is not the largest Chris but it is probably the best.

We didn't know Lance had come down the steps behind us until he spoke
softly.

"Are you gorgeous studs here to buy clothes or for the scenery?"

"Jesus." Chris said startled and grabbed my arm.

Lance had startled me as well and I glared at him. "Damn Lance, don't do
that."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I frighten you? I don't see anything in your pants." He
said craning his head trying to look behind us.

"Bend over you shit and I'll shove something up your ass."

"That must be the plain hot dogs I ordered for lunch. I can only eat one at
a time." He said grinning.  "Lets go on up before you fall and break
something important."

"Clowning around is going to get you in trouble someday Lance."

"But think of the fun along the way. I am particularly good at taking
measurements, remember?"

I must have been blushing when Chris looked at me.

"What measurements Chuck? What's he talking about?"

"We always take your body measurements to be sure your clothing fits
properly Chris. I have a private dressing room right over there we can use
to take yours."  Lance said mockingly an almost lecherous grin on his face.

I really didn't know if Chris had ever had someone measure him for clothing
before but he probably hadn't.  Lance was kidding around but with him you
never could be sure.

"I can write them down for you Lance, that way you won't make a mistake and
get one wrong."

"Charles, if you want I can call another salesman." Lance said softly,
turning to Chris. "Use Room #3 Chris, there are hangers on the wall.  Remove
your clothes but leave your briefs and socks on. Someone will be right
there."

Chris glanced at me and I nodded my head. We watched him walk away and close
the door behind him.

"Lance, forgive me. I didn't mean to get angry."

"You surprised me Charlie. I've never seen you get upset over a trick before
but you know I was only playing around. I wouldn't think of taking advantage
of someone you are with."

"I know but I remember how we met and the way you measured me then, that's
what upset me. Chris is not just a trick Lance, he means a lot more too me
then that. Chris is going to be my adopted son."

Lance stood looking at me, his eyes getting wider.

"Holy sweet Jesus Charlie!  When you drop a bomb on someone it's a biggee.
Chris must think I'm some kind of idiot kidding around like that. Maybe I
should get someone else to take care of him."

"Nope, you do it. Just remember he's wearing briefs and not boxers. I've got
a couple of phone calls to make while you're with him."

"Now who's playing? Your son, I can't believe it. You've got to tell me
everything when you get a chance. I will bust if you don't. I better get in
there before he catches cold. Chris Mercer, I can't believe it." He said
shaking his head.

I could probably have used the phone at Lance's service counter but it
really wasn't that private. There was a bank of booths just inside at the
main entrance and I went there.

I had never really noticed it before but Chris was right. The air was laden
with all different odors from the merchandise in the store. There was even
the smell of dried corn stalks. Funny, I thought as I walked down the
stairway, how you get used to a place and don't notice what's around.

When Lloyd's secretary answered the phone and I told her who I was she put
me through too Lloyd.

"Charlie, how are you? My secretary told me you had called, sorry I wasn't
here but I was tied up in court. What can I help you with or are you just
calling to be sure you had a workout partner tonight?"

"I could use a workout, Lloyd, but not tonight. I need your help in adopting
someone. Can I come over and talk with you about what we need to do?"

There was silence at Lloyd's end for just a brief moment before he answered.

"You're thinking of an adoption, seriously?"

"Yes and I'd like for you to handle it for me and you will met him this
afternoon if you have time for us."

"Him? How old is he Charlie?"

"He's 17 but I would rather we talk in your office, Lloyd, if we can."

"Can you come over at 4 o'clock this afternoon? I have an appointment coming
in at 3:30 but we should be finished by then."

"I appreciate it Lloyd, we'll be there." I said breathing a sigh of relief.

"I'll tell my secretary that you are coming in Charlie, see you then."  He
said and hung the phone up.

I thought Lloyd sounded a little curt while we were talking. When we were in
the gym he was cheerful and joked around. When he helped me with the
purchase of the beach cottage he kidded about me inviting him down for a
weekend. Maybe it was my imagination.

When I got back too the men's department, Chris and Lance were looking
through business and sports suits.  Chris was wearing a light robe and
slipped that Lance had probably provided while they were making selections.
He had the robe pulled tight outlining his eye catching bubble butt and his
hair was mussed, giving him a rakish look.  I don't know who was having more
fun, Lance or Chris.

Lance was always a talker, what salesman isn't. Chris on the other hand
appeared to be having the time of his life.  They both were nudging each
other and grinning at little asides. Lance's hands were everywhere, pulling
different suits out from the rack or another jacket. I could tell one thing,
he was in full selling mode not playing around.

"Well." I said walking up to them. "You two seem to be having a good time,
what's up?"

"Charles Mercer, don't you ever go off and leave me alone with this young
man again. The wolves have been circling. You don't know how the grapevine
works in a department store full of queens when there is fresh good-looking
meat around. Jesus, they have come from the 4th floor too the basement.  I'm
a nervous wreck."

"He's just kidding Dad, I haven't seen anyone like that."

My heart jumped when I heard Chris call me Dad and Lance, holding a suit,
for one didn't have a witty remark. I took the suit he was holding from him.

"Lets see how this looks on you Chris."  I said walking too the dressing
room they were using.

Lance was biting a fingernail when I closed the door and flipped the lock.
Hanging the suit on the hook, I turned around and put my arms around Chris
drawing him close. He had a worried look in his eyes.

"I did something wrong didn't I?" He said his arms hanging at his sides.

"Lance told you what I said about adopting you didn't he?"

"Yes."

"That was my mistake, I shouldn't have. Lance is like the Hedda Hopper of
the East Coast; he can't keep his mouth shut. If I don't cut him off, he
will have us seeming like the long lost father and son that finally found
each other."

"And that's not good is it Charlie?"

"After the adoption is final I don't care what he says. Bette knows but you
couldn't pry it from her. Ben probably thinks we are just having an affair."
"Aren't we, having an affair?" He said a little coquettishly, laying his
arms on my shoulders his fingers scratching my shoulder blades.

"Don't start that you devil, we don't have time."

"Lance told me how he met you and you had time then."

"Lance Spencer has a big mouth and stop looking at me like that." I growled
feeling my cock starting to get hard.

He didn't stop. Pulling my lips too his he ground his hard cock against mine
and forced his tongue in my mouth.  I felt the pressure building in my
loins. I could feel his hard muscled body tighten through the thin cloth of
the robe and I moaned softly.

"Chris, please."

"Let me suck you off Charlie." He whispered in my ear pressing his body
tighter. I succumbed to the heat of passion and dropped my arms from around
him.

Chris dropped to his knees and while I unbuckled my pants he pulled the
zipper down and pulled them down around my knees.  My cock sprang free and
bounced like a steel spring diving board.

I felt like a tightly wound steel tension spring waiting to be released,
every muscle tight.  Chris ran his fingers through the thick bushiness of my
pubic hair and then slid his hands over my tight hard stomach and chest. He
dropped his hands downward sliding them behind and gripped my butt cheeks.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until his soft lips touched the
head of my cock and I exhaled slowly, the tension flowing from me and I
breathed softly, "Oh my god Chris."

It must have been like a trigger. He released his hands from holding my
cheeks and started squeezing and playing with my balls as he swallowed as
much of my cock as he could.  His tongue felt like a hot poker pushing the
foreskin back and washing the sensitive glans under the skin.

Groaning, I leaned over him and held his head close driving my cock as deep
as I could without gagging him. His mouth felt like a vacuum sucking,
drawing the sperm from my tightening nuts. Unexpectedly he ran his fingers
over the soft perineum area between my nuts and anus and he touched it
pressing the tip of his finger in.  The shock was like a thunderbolt surging
upwards from my nuts through my cock and I groaned, "Take it Chris, take
it."

Thick hot streams of sperm gushed from my cock filling his mouth and he had
a reflex gag before swallowing and he swallowed with each spastic jerk until
my cock started softening. Chris moaned softly and he held tight with his
lips his tongue washing and mixing saliva and sperm. The sensitive
sensations were like fire and I withdrew slowly while he held on draining
every drop.

I leaned back against the wall almost ready to collapse from the weakness in
my legs.  Chris stood up slowly and leaned against me. His eyes sparkled and
he had a little trickle of sperm in one corner of his mouth. I licked it off
and kissed him softly.

All of the emotions I was feeling would have filled the universe. I loved
this boy more then my life. Not for the sex but for his gentleness,
compassion, energy and mostly the unhesitating giving of himself.

We pushed ourselves away from the wall and I pulled my pants up. Chris's
robe had fallen open and I could see his briefs were soaked.

I grinned at him, "You were horny."

He looked sheepishly at his briefs pulling the waistband away from his
stomach. "Yeah, now what am I gonna do? I can't wear these, not like this."

"That should teach you about having sex in dressing rooms. Lance can get you
another pair. Close your robe. "  I said starting to unlock the door.

"Charlie, I'm sorry for making the mistake I did. It won't happen again, I
promise."

"It was my fault too. After everything is done, we will shout it from the
rooftops."

When I cracked the door open, Lance was standing next to a rack of shirts
and I hissed him. He turned grinning and came to the door.

"Chris needs a pair of briefs. Will you get them please? Discreetly."

"Discreet is my middle name."

Lance brought the briefs and handed them through door. Chris wiped his still
half hard cock and balls as clean and dry as he could.

"Don't you ever get soft or are you always horny?"

"What do you think?" He said slipping the fresh briefs on.

"I give up. Here, let me have the other ones. The bag the new ones came in
will do for now until we get home."

Taking the suit from the hanger, I opened the door, Lance was right next too
it. He sniffed and he broke into a big smile.

"We better leave that door open Charles, at least until the next customer
uses it."

"And you will probably follow him inside. Have you and Chris finished
picking out what he needs?" I said glancing at my watch. It was almost 3:30.

"Pretty much except for a dress suit. Some of the slacks might need altering
but you can bring them back later if you think they do.  He might want to
pick up a few things later though."

"Add his name to my account, Christopher Mercer." I said smiling at him, his
eyes lighting up when he heard me say it.

"Christopher Mercer. It has a nice ring Charles."

"Pick out what you want for now Chris. We have to be at Lloyd's by 4
0'clock.  Can you send the rest to the house tomorrow morning Lance?"

"Of course. When can we get together again? Chris mentioned you were going
out of town this weekend."

"How about dinner Wednesday evening at the Lane? Are you off?"

"Wednesday? Yes I am. The Lane, Charles, the three of us?"

'Yes, the Lane. I can't keep Chris hidden like some fugitive, which he
isn't. Everyone will know sooner or later but you remember this. What we
told you is confidential. Tell someone and I'll tie your dick in a knot.
Understand?"

"Ohhhhh, that sounds like fun but I won't tell a soul. Cross my heart and
hope to die if I do. See you Wednesday evening, I might even bring a date."

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The skies were clear when we went in too Wanamaker's but they were overcast
when we left.  I didn't care if it did rain, nothing could spoil the way I
was feeling as we walked together too Lloyd's office.