Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 16:39:04 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher(Chris) - Epilogue

CHRISTOPHER(CHRIS)
(c) By
Lee Mariner

February 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting sexual acts between men and
boys. It is intended for adult readers. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE
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characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons
living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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				* * * * * * * *

EPILOGUE

The drive from where I dropped Chris off to the cottage was not that long
but by the time I reached the sandy end of the roadway I could hardly see
through the tears.

I sat behind the wheel of the car with the engine and lights cut off
gripping the wheel almost white knuckled.

It took a long time before the tears stopped flowing and my grip relaxed on
the wheel enough for me to get out of the car. The sun had set and the
single stanchion light between my car and the cottage lit the walkway that
had been built.

Many of the boxes that Chris had helped me with were still unpacked and
there wasn't much in the fridge to eat.  I managed to fix myself a light
dinner from what there was.

After eating I turned on the television and watched a war movie on the
History channel after fixing myself a stiff drink from the bottle of bourbon
on the bar. The movie was titled "The Longest Day" but I wasn't paying any
attention, I kept looking for Chris to join me. The cottage was empty except
for me the television and the bourbon tasted good. I fixed another drink and
sat back in front of the television and "The Longest Day".

				* * * * * * * *

A sharp knocking on the door woke me still sitting in front of the
television but the screen was blank except for fuzzy lines and the hiss of
the empty speakers.  My drink glass had fallen from my hand and there was a
large wet spot in the cushion where it had spilled. The knocking at the door
became more insistent and a male voice called my name.

"Mr. Mercer, are you in there?"

"Yeah, yeah." I answered. Turning the television off with the remote
control. "Be right there."

When I opened the door two young police officers stood there. "How can I
help you? " I asked.

"I'm Officer Kellem and this is Officer Rios. We are with the beach police.
Are you Charles Mercer?"

"Yes I am, why? Whets the matter, did I park wrong?"

"No sir, nothing like that. May we come in sir?"

"Sure. Whets wrong?" I said glancing at the wall clock in the kitchen area.
It said almost 4AM. I had slept for almost 8 hours on the couch.

"Are you acquainted with a Mrs. Linda Wrightman and Christopher Larkin,
Mr. Mercer?" Officer Kellem asked.

"I know them, yes." I said becoming a little alarmed at the questions and
the tone with which he was asking them.

"How well do you know them sir, there has been a problem."

"Mrs. Wrightman very little but Christopher did some work for me this
summer. What kind of problem has there been?"

"Maybe you should sit down Mr. Mercer." The other officer said quietly.

"I don't need to sit down, I need for you to tell me what this is all
about." I said, my irritation showing.

"There has been a shooting at the Wrightman house Mr. Mercer."

It felt like I had been struck by a thunderbolt and my entire body went
numb.  I dropped down on the couch unable to speak for a moment, my mouth
hanging open from the shock.

"Are you alright Mr. Mercer? I'm sorry for telling you like that. Are you up
to answering a few questions?" Officer Rios said. "Would you like a glass of
water or something?" He asked looking around.

"Or something sounds good." I said recovering my wits and getting up off the
couch. "A shooting you said. How bad was it?"

"I'm afraid Mrs. Wrightman was killed sir but her son is in General
Hospital. He was shot twice in the back but he managed to call 911 before he
was shot. How well did you know the victims Mr. Mercer? We found your name
and address in a notebook in Mrs. Wrightman's bedroom."

Another thunderbolt shot through me when I heard him say Chris had been
shot. It took all of the strength I could muster to not run out of the
cottage to see how he was.

Officer Rios was taking notes as I answered and I caught his eyes glancing
at me and around the great room of the cottage every now and then. He had
that swarthy Latin look and filled out his tight fitting uniform. He was not
what I was thinking about right then but at another time, who knows ...?

"If you are asking me if I knew of Mrs. Wrightman's background Officer
Kellem, the answer is yes but by rumor only. She had my name and address
with phone number since her son was working for me as I told you earlier.
Chris helped me with the unloading of some household furnishings and was
going to help me with outside landscaping. I just finished remodeling this
cottage. Have I met Mrs. Wrightman? Once. I took Chris home and he
introduced me too her."

"I'm sorry we have to ask these questions sir but yours if the only name and
address we could find in the house. It looks like an open and shut case of
murder and attempted murder but we need someone who can identify Mrs.
Wrightman that knew her. Do you feel up to that?" Officer Kellem asked
glancing at his partner.

"What about the boy, how is he?" I asked a little nervously.

"I don't know sir. The para-medics only said he had been shot twice in the
lower back. They did say his being young was always good in cases like his
where no vital organs had been hit. Do you know where his father is living?"

"No I don't. From what Chris told me, he never knew his father or where he
lived. Maybe his birth certificate has his name on it, they do list the
father's name don't they?"

"That's not our job, Social Services can handle all of that. I know it's
early in the morning but if you feel up to it we can take you to the
hospital so you can identify Mrs. Wrightman's body."

"Is she in the same hospital as the boy?" I asked a little to anxiously.

"Yes sir, we don't have a city morgue." Kellem said.

"In that case, I'll follow you and check on the boy and see if there is
anything I can do after we have done that. Give me a few minutes to clean
up." I said turning and walking to the bathroom.

				* * * * * * * *

When the police officers and I reached the hospital, we went straight to the
hospital morgue. Chris's mother was laying on a slab with a sheet over her.
She hadn't been shot and then they pulled the sheet back I could see her
throat had been cut and part of the blade was still lodged in the cut.

"I thought you said there was a shooting Officer Kellem, Mrs. Wrightman has
been cut." I said my stomach churning.

"Sorry about that, some people get a little squeamish when we tell them all
of the details. That is Mrs. Linda Wrightman then?"

"That is the person that Chris Larkin introduced too me as his mother and
she told me her name was Linda Wrightman. Do you know who did this and shot
Chris?"

"We have him in custody sir. From what we can piece together, this guy was
an unsatisfied customer and thought he was being cheated or they argued
about something. We don't think he realized Chris was in the house until he
heard him calling 911. That's when he shot him and ran. The shots woke a
neighbor and she called 911 right behind Chris's call. The guy was whiskey
soaked."  Officer Rios said.

"If you don't need me any longer, I'd like to check on Chris." I said

"That's it Mr. Mercer." Officer Rios said. "If we need anything else, we'll
be in touch. You are staying in town aren't you?"

"I'll be here as long as I'm needed." I said looking into his almost black
eyes. "Where is patient information?" I asked.

"Just retrace your steps and your there. Thanks for the cooperation."
Officer Kellem said waving his arm in the direction we had came.

				* * * * * * * *

Chris spent 2 months in the hospital recovering from the two gunshots. The
doctor that had done the surgery told me the bullets had missed vital organs
but one bullet had severed his lower spine just above the tailbone. He
wouldn't walk again and I couldn't help but think of Christopher Reeves.
When I asked the doctor about that his answer was that Mr. Reeves had broken
his neck and was paralyzed from the point of the break down, a quadriplegic
where as Chris would be classified a paraplegic.

When I told him about his mother, he took it pretty much as I expected he
would. A few tears and questions but not much grief.

He took the loss of his legs pretty hard at first but slowly recovered his
cheerful attitude. I think the one thing that bothered him most, was
thinking he would not be able to perform in bed. The doctor told him that
was not the case. His sexual organs had not been damaged and with the right
girl, who understood, he could do almost anything he had before his
accident.

We both stifled laughs when the doctor mentioned "the right girl". After the
doctor left he looked at me grinning, his eyes flashing.

"It looks like you might be doing most of the work Chuck but I haven't had a
hardon since I've been in here. I've had a couple of wet dreams but no
hardon, the stuff just dribbled out. The nurses got a big kick out of that."

"The dribbling or what you have between your legs?" I asked him.

"Maybe both but it worries me. Being paralyzed is bad enough but if I can't
get it up, Christ, they might as well cut it off for all the good it will
be."

"We will worry about that later, I think its just all of the medication in
your system." I said resolving to ask his doctor about it but I didn't have
to.

It went on like that for a week and I could see he was improving every day.
I had a handicap ramp built up to the cottage deck for his wheel chair in
anticipation of his coming home.

Harrison processed the application for custody of Chris as soon as I told
him what had happened.  A search was done through the states records and
surrounding states but they could not locate his father and it being less
then a year before his 18th birthday the courts granted me custody. When I
told Chris I was his legal guardian, he almost came out of the bed and the
nurses were ready to give him a sedative if he didn't quiet down.

Elizabeth was really shocked when I told her all that had happened and I was
faxing my resignation from the bank too C.D. She tried talking me out of
doing it but I wasn't going to leave Chris alone. C.D. solved the problem
himself. He refused the application and put me on a 6-month leave of absence
for critical personal reasons. Elizabeth called and told me when the fax was
sent and wanted to know when we would be coming home. I told her as soon as
Chris could travel and that I would let her know. I asked her to get
information on private in home tutors for Chris and their rates.

Lloyd called me during this entire hullabaloo and told me that Harrison had
called him and gave him all the information on what had happened and his
re-filing for permanent custody through Social Services. I told him I'd give
him a call when we were back in Philadelphia.

The two months Chris spent in the hospital went by in a flash. His room had
become like a florist shop with flowers from friends in Philly, Lance, Ben,
Elizabeth, and Lloyd and of all people my secretary Koleen. I figured
Elizabeth had told her and probably Lloyd's secretary had sent the flowers
for him but it made Chris feel good whenever they arrived.

His therapy treatments went really good and the attendants were delighted
that he was responding so well. I was impressed with the way his upper body
was responding and he told me about a couple of male nurses that seemed to
enjoy give him massages and turning him in the bed. When he told me that I
grinned at him feeling a slight urge in my groin.

"I bet you enjoyed their attentions just as much as they enjoyed giving
them." I said softly.

"You would have just as much." He said taking my hand and pulling my arm
under the sheets. He had a roaring hardon and I could feel it throbbing.

"Whoa." I said squeezing it. "If feels like a horses cock. When did it first
happen?"

"Yesterday morning when I woke up. Part of it was a piss hard but not all of
it. Jesus Chuck it felt so good."

"It's gonna feel better than that when I get you home." I said

"What's wrong with right now? Put the do not disturb sign on the door
Charlie, please. I haven't had a good blowjob since we left Philadelphia.
You know how long that has been?" Chris pleaded.

I'll be honest and tell you I was just a little nervous but the thought of
having sex in the hospital with him was exciting and I hung the sign on the
doorknob.  He flung the sheet off of his body and his rock hard smooth cut
cock stood majestically, throbbing. There was a pearly drop of liquid oozing
from the urethral slit in its blood red head. My cock felt like a steel rod
running down the leg of my jeans.

Chris's eyes sparkled and when I slipped my mouth down over his cock he
groaned deep from within his chest. His cock felt like a hot steel rod
slipping down my throat and I could feel every pulsing beat of his heart and
he ran his hands through my hair pushing my head down further.

I sucked his cock, my head and mouth working in conjunction with each
movement until I felt a slight upward pressure from his hips. I let his cock
slip from my mouth and looked at him quickly and resumed sucking feeling the
pressure increase slightly with each downward movement of my mouth. He was
groaning louder but he smothered the noise of the pleasure of his seed
rising from his nuts. I could feel his cock swelling and hardening when he
groaned from deep in his gut and a thick molten stream of hot almost lava
like cream started rushing down my throat. I held his cock deep in my throat
and pressing my index finger against his twitching rosebud swallowed as he
convulsively ejaculated wads of cream.

I continued sucking on his softening cock and his body slowly relaxed as the
after glow spread through him. His eyes were closed when I looked at him
after his cock slipped from my lips. With a kiss he opened them and gazed
into mine. The love I knew was there I could see in their depths and there
was a tear in the corner of his eyes.
Pulling the sheet back over him, I kissed him gently. "Get some sleep now
son. I'll be back a little later."

"Thanks dad." He said closing his eyes squeezing a single tear from the
corner.

			* * * * * * * *

Chris was discharged from the hospital 3 days later. I asked the doctor when
he could travel and he said give Chris a couple of days to adjust to
movement and then he should be okay but to keep his therapy program up for
at least 6 more months.

When we arrived at the cottage he was surprised to see the ramp. Rolling him
up too the cottage was almost a new home coming for the both of us.  The
hardest thing we had trouble with was the wheelchair getting in the way when
we had an impulse to hug one another. In bed though it was altogether
different and learning about sex again because of his condition was exciting
and fun. I really think it helped his hips and he was able to move them
better each time we had sex. I wish we had a camera when I rolled Chris on
top of me and putting my legs up on his shoulders he pushed his cock in my
ass. He slid his hands up under my shoulder blades and gripped the deltoid
muscles with both hands and using his arms and the muscle control he had in
his hips. I guided his cock and when he pushed it gently slid in my ass and
when my sphincter muscle contracted around the head his eyes opened wide and
he groaned loudly, I'll never forget it. "Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph, God help
me." It was almost like a prayer but it must have helped him. He has become
stronger with each session in my ass and I don't remember when I enjoyed
anything as much.

				* * * * * * * *

I called Elizabeth and told her when we would be in Philadelphia. The
elevator up to the condo was perfect and we had no trouble at all with
Chris's wheelchair.

That evening the place was filled with well wishing friends but it I could
tell it was exhausting to Chris. He wouldn't say anything about it but
Elizabeth and I both saw it.  She rotated among the crowd and they slowly
left.

After everyone was gone, she gave me a listing of the various accredited
tutors that she had contacted but we didn't go over the list right then.

I could tell Chris was tired and she asked me if I needed help getting him
in bed and he looked at Elizabeth grinning, "he's better at getting me in
bed now then he was before Bette." He said.  We all three got a big kick out
of that.

It took some time getting things set up but Lloyd helped arrange a therapy
program at our health club, Elizabeth helped with the tutors. I was able to
go back to work since the tutors would sort of act like nurses and tutor
Chris at the same time.

Lloyd filed for disability rights under the Social Security Act and that
helped a great deal.  Chris graduated in the top 5% of his class and
received his high school diploma from his old high school. We sold the
cottage to the Mid-Atlantic Developers and with that we didn't need to worry
about the future. They built expensive high-rise condominiums and I learned
why C.D. had brought up my buying the property. He knew they were going to
be after the property and I beat him to it ignorant as I was about
Mid-Atlantic wanting it.

				* * * * * * * *

At 19, Chris had developed into a magnificent specimen of manhood and his
upper body was fantastic. Smooth flowing muscles defined but not bulging. A
dark teasing growth of hair growing upwards from his thick pubic hair
between hard ridged abdominal muscles, a perfect 6-pack. Even his legs
maintained a certain amount of muscle tone since he would lie on his back
and I would work his legs for him. Many of the other guys at the health club
were really impressed with his work ethic and secretly a little jealous but
they wouldn't admit it. We didn't deliberately hide being gay behind his
handicap but since the guys heard Chris refer to me as his dad and I called
him my son it became accepted that I was taking care of my handicapped son.

In some ways our sex life improved over what he had been. Chris regained
almost total hip movement and that was a real surprise since that function
became the most satisfying part of the sex for the both of us.

We had handicap hardware installed in the bathrooms and handrails on the
short hallway. I was going to install a swinging bar over the bed so Chris
could swing himself up in and out bed but he wouldn't let me do that. He
preferred that I do that and frankly I enjoyed it. We did install a flanged
tube that drained into a tank on the side of the bed he slept on in case he
had a urinary emergency during the night.

Don't let anyone tell you that a handicapped person won't make a very good
lover. What's that saying about not knocking it if you haven't tried it? I
wouldn't trade Chris for anyone handicap or not.

				* * * * * * * *

By the way they have a great educational system in San Jose, Costa Rica, try
it. Chris and I spend the winters in San Jose while he goes to school and
summers in Philadelphia.  When he graduates Chris will join me in the Real
Estate office I have set up in San Jose.

Come on down and join us.

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