Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 15:36:46 +1100
From: Tony Pitstop <pitstop7069@yahoo.com>
Subject: CHRISTOPHER. Chapter Two

The following is a work of fiction.  The usual disclaimers apply.  The
characters are purely fictional as are the events.  This story depicts acts
of love and sex between a man and consenting teenage boy.  If stories of
this nature offend you or if you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal
to read stories of this nature, then please leave now.  The author retains
all rights to this story and requests that you do not alter or post this
story in any form without his permission.  As always comments are welcomed.


Chapter Two: - Home alone with company.

It took us about three hours to get back to the house, what with each of us
having totake turns and carry that darn bike (or at least so I
thought). The wheel was buggered, it wouldn't roll along and, well you
guessed, he couldn't carry it, "I'm hurt remember, " he'd smile and of
course I couldn't resist his charm. This meant that I had to ask Chris to
carry my backpack, which he did reluctantly I think, but he even took
advantage of that situation as well.

"Don't suppose you packed any water in this here backpack?" he asked as he
dived into the pack.

"Ughh..." was about all I got out before he pulled out the packet of
connies with an even bigger smile than I'd seen all day.

"I see you come prepared, like a good scout, might have to use some of
these later," he said ever so casually.

"Not a problem," I replied and winked, "just have to find the right person
and enough time," I sniggered and continued to walk the trail.


By the time we reached the house it was after 5pm, I asked Chris what plans
he had for the evening and what, if any brothers and/or sisters he had at
home. He advised me that he was an only child and that his mother, whom he
lived with, was often at work till after 11.30pm at night. She was the
surgical charge nurse at the local community hospital, a position I related
to.

With a certain amount of pride he announced that being 16 and 10 months he
didn't need a babysitter and was more often than not left alone at home. It
reassured me to know that he wasn't expected home for dinner, and yes I
noted his age, with an increase in the ol' heart rate.


I fed Jock and put him in the back yard, he made his way under the veranda
and found a spot to make himself comfortable. "Stay here boy," I said "dads
got plans for tonight and he needs some space." Jock gave my hand an
approving lick and settled in for the night. Now I only had to work out
what to feed my unexpected guest but I'm sure I'd find something for him to
eat, if not something for me at least.


By the time I came back up stairs Chris was missing from the lounge and I
could hear the shower running? I called out to him, "Chris! what the
hell...."

"In the shower" came a quick reply, even before I finished asking the
question, "come join me."

It was then that I noticed his jeans and a shoe on the lounge floor, his
shirt in the hallway (with his other shoe), and his CK's in the shower
doorway. I picked them all up as I made my way to the sound of splashing
water, my cock responding with each garment, his smell was strong in his
undies as I rubbed them into my face. I could smell the stale cum and I now
wanted to taste the fresh stuff.


Chris was silhouetted against the glass shower stall, I stood there and
watched as he soaped his crotch, lifting his balls and pushing the soap
deep between his legs. I wanted this boy badly. I began taking off my top
and jeans, watching his every move through the wet glass. My own cock was
going to point the way.

His body was truly beautiful, he was tall, lean but well developed, he
didn't have those over developed muscles that are so typical of gay gym
junkies these days.

"Move over," I said as I opened the sliding door and had my breath kicked
out of me, I had died and gone to heaven I was sure. This kid WAS perfect;
blond, 5'8" or 9" tall, about 70 kilos, uncut (6 inches flaccid I'd guess)
and thick ever so thick, I hadn't notice at the gravel pit but he was also
shaved and wore a silver cock ring. He was still gently washing his cock,
moving his skin back and forward over his swelling knob, he wasn't exactly
jackin it, but he was certainly preparing himself for whatever action might
happen.

"So you don't mind if I join you,?" I asked, "I could wash ya back if you
like."

"Its not my back that I had in mind," came his sultry reply.

"That was only the starting point, I was planning on moving on from there,"
I laughed and reached out for his cock. It pulsed in my hand as I wrapped
my fingers round his manhood and gently squeezed, pushing and pulling all
at the same time. I could feel the heat off his body, separate to the heat
from the shower, he radiated sexuality and I wanted him. I ran my other
hand over his pecks and nipples; they were surrounded by a small amount of
blond fluff (I couldn't really describe them as hair hehehehe). He moaned
as I bit his left nipple and made my way up his shoulder towards his throat
and lips.

I kissed his neck, his chin, his closed eyes, his forehead and back down to
his eye socket and his nose. He had a button nose that I only just noticed,
I moved to his lips, flicking his lips with my tongue, gently parting them
and rubbing his teeth to force his mouth open. Meanwhile I continued to
play with his cock, gently placing it between my pressed legs and beginning
a rocking motion. He opened his mouth and my tongue darted inside, I felt
round teeth, his gums, sucked his tongue as he flicked it in and out of my
mouth. We kissed for, god I don't know how long. All the time my cock was
against his torso and his cock was held firmly between my legs.

"Turn round," I asked and grabbed his shoulders to turn him. "I want to see
that ass," I said, "........ and lick it clean" I mumbled. He turned and I
knelt down, pushing him against the glass wall. I rubbed and squeezed those
perfects orbs, I licked-he moaned, I bit-he went "ouch!!" I laughed and
spread his cheeks inserting my tongue into the depths of his ass and
licked, sucked and licked some more. I think I was falling for this boy in
ways that I really didn't want to.

Chris moaned and pushed his ass into my ravenous mouth, "lick my ass
daddy," he moaned. "Ohh that's good, work that ass, stick ya fuckin tongue
in there and lick me, tongue fuck me Tony, tongue fuck me please!!"

"Turn back round," I whispered and grabbed his hips, "I wanna suck my boy
dry!"

"The water is getting cold," he said, "mind if we move to a bedroom, we've
got all night?" and kissed me on the cheek.

I reluctantly agreered.........I glanced at the clock as we made our way to
the master bedroom, it said 6.37pm.


So ends Chapter Two. As this is my first attempt at writing sexual fantasy,
I would appreciate any feedback or comment you might have to offer.  Post
me at: pitstop7069@yahoo.com and thanks to the dozen guys who took time
to email me after the first chapter, I hope I have taken onboard some of
your comments.