Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 21:22:06 -0800 (PST)
From: christian lee <christiantlee2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris - New Life - Chapt 10

This story contains sexual acts between boys and between men and boys. It
also contains forms of humiliation. If this is not to your taste, and/or
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This story is a blend of my experiences and fiction



My New Life.

Chapter 9

"Leave it will you. You'll wear me out." Chris said to Sinclair.

"I can't help it , I just want to touch you all over." Sinclair responded

"Listen Sinclair I got an idea, I'm going home now, when Mick arrives he'll
want to know what happened to me. He's going to want to boss me around so
you get over there about 4pm and we'll."

"Bullshit, I'll come with you now, and you can tell me your plan on the way
over." Sinclair interrupted " I want to see that prick really suffer
somehow for what he's trying to do to you."

"OK lets move then, I want to be there when he gets home. I reckon I got
him fucked"

The boys stood, left Sinclairs' house and jogged across to the THompson
household. The boys went upstairs, there was no one home, the oldies at
work and the others still at school.  Chris changed intot a pair of briefs,
shorts and a t. Sinclair ogled his body while he was bare.



Continued


Chapter 10

The front door opened and Chris heard Michael and Martin enter and make
their way to the kitchen.  Chris could hear noise but not what was being
said. He had Sinclair sit on the chair at the desk and he lay back on his
bed waiting for MIchael to come up to their room. Chris heard the two boys
come up the stairs, neither were aware he was at home. Martin spoke to Mick
and then went on his way to his bedroom to do whatever he did each
afternoon. Michael entered the bedroom throwing his school bag onto his bed
as he did, he stepped into the room and had a hand on his belt about to
release its hold. He saw Chris and stopped, recovered and moved forward to
sit on his bed.

"Where did you get to." Michael asked" Didn't want your gear eh, I told you
I would bring them back to you after lunch."

"No need to ." Chris replied " Sinclair here saw to that for me."

"Did he, well I might have to get a surprise up for him too." Mick
responded.

"Speaking of surprises, how about you get all of your photos and videos of
me and make a present of them to me." CHris said to Mick.

Mick stared at Chris, then across to Sinclair and began to laugh," Why in
fuck would I give them to you, I am going to publish some tomorrow now just
to prove a point. The ones of you and your fag mate there.  As a matter of
fact you can both get naked, right now."

Sinclair looked across to Chris for direction. Chris motioned for Sinclair
to remain seated. Chris stood removed his t and dropped his shorts. He
stood in front of Mick in his briefs, then sat back on the bed.

"What you doing with them on, I told you, you never wore them again. Fuck
you, you won't learn. You either do as I say now or I release all of the
videos to the guys.  Got it, come on, Move fuck you."

Chris remained on the bed and looked at MIck who was now scarlet in colour
and seemed about to burst with anger. "Ok, you finished with your
threats. This is how I see its going to work, you got two minutes to think
this through." Mick went to interupt but Chris said," Hear me out, you said
your bit. I got to meet tomorrow with Mr Thomas and Mr jackson. The meeting
is for me to tell them who assaulted me and stole my kit. Who ever I
nominate will be expelled. Ah.. no interuptions. How do they know." Chris
then laid out for mIck how they had been caught in the toilets by Mr
Thomas. "Up to you Chris, I either get back all of the photos and videos or
I tell them it was you who assualted me. I got to tell them something
tomorrow.  We're going downsairs to get a drink, I'll be back in ten for
your answer. I will put you in. Believe me."


Chris and Sinclair stood and left the room heading downstairs to get
something for their afternoon snack.  Michael sat on his bed pondering his
plight. What to do. he did not know if Chris was bluffing or being honest
with him. He knew he could not take the risk of being expelled but he had
such great material on Chris, to have to hand it back. He thought he might
be able to keep several photos and get him again but then realised Chris
would still report him. He continued to think of a way out of his dilemna.
Meanwhile Chris had a smirk from ear to ear confident he now had Michale
where he wanted him and he would be able to get control of the incriminting
material. This was a good day. Sinclair was looking at Chris but not as
confident Mick would give up as easily as Chris thought. The boys finished
their snacks and headed back up stairs to the bedroom and Michael.

"Tell me MIck what do you reckon your old man would say if you got
expelled, especially for sexually assaulting another boy." Chris asked

"You didn't say sexual assault" Mick replied

"Yeah I know but when I tell the story that's how it will come out. You
being a cock hunter." Chris looked at Mick."I think I could colour this
pretty well. Might even involve Ando, he picks on Sinclair all the
time. You two stripped me and tried to fuck me but I got away into the
cubicle. Not long after Mr Thomas entered. I could tell Thomas you had your
dick out trying to plant me. Good story."

"You wouldn't be game." Mick challenged.

"Is that right. Well you listen to me, I got nothing to loose, think on
that. I got a teacher who walked into the toilets and found me naked and to
prove I didn't do it, all of my clothes were gone. That proves somebody did
it to me and took my kit. I couldn't have done it myself. See, so I got
credibility.  You got shit."

"You grub, you are just trying to get me in shit." Mick argued

"Really." exclaimed Chris."What you been doing to me. Fuck you. It's always
about you well that's just changed. You've taken too long to decide. Keep
your photos and do what you like with them and I will go to Mr Thomas
tomorrow and tell himm about them as well and that will prove you and Ando
are sexual predators and you've got it in for me. Do what you like. I hope
you do show them around.  Makes my case stronger. Whatever you dod I got
the upper hand. You're fucked. Checkmate."

With that said Chris got up and walked out of the bedroom, Sinclair got up
and followed him. Mick remained sitting on the bed his head now in
turmoil. He closed his eyes and flopped back onto the bed thinking his
situation through. Chris and Sinclair continued out to the rear patio and
sat on the garden furniture.

"You think you might have gone to far." Sinclair asked

"No mate, he's rooted. I meant what I said, there's nothing he can do that
won't strengthen my case.  That worked out good getting caught in the
toilets, eh. I'm glad you thought up the story I would never have thought
of it."

"Just be careful that's all MIck is really vindictive. He'll never stop
trying to get even with you.  I've seen what he's like with kids who just
put some idle shit on him, man he squares up ten times over."  Sinclair
warned.

"You're right. I need insurance. I need to get square with him for what he
put me through. I need something damning over him." Chris answered.

"Let's go to my place to discuss it." Sinclair suggested.

The two boys moved back into the house to leave for Sinclair's when they
realised Chris only wore the pair of briefs he stripped to earlier in the
afternoon. Neither had noticed, the afternoon had been so tense. Chris
signalled for Sinclair to stay where he was and Chris ran up the stairs to
complete getting dressed. He walked into the bedroom and Mick sat up and
looked at him.

"You can't do this to me," Mick complained, "It will destroy my rep at
school and at home. please Chris let's start fresh, I got it screwed from
the start when I heard you were coming to stay. How about we just shake on
it and be mates."

"Where are the dvds?" Chris enquired

"I'll get them ." and with that Mick rose from his bed went to his drawers,
pulled out the bottom drawer completely and in the void left by the missing
drawer reached in and withdrew 4 dvds. He handed them to Chris and then put
his hand out to shake whilst saying "That's all of it, honest. Check on the
computer if you like. There's nothing at all stored anywhere else, it's all
on these discs." Mick went to the computer and logged in and then stood up
away from the computer offerring Chris to take his place to check all of
Mick's files.

Chris took the offer and sat at the computer and looked through all saved
files. Sinclair entered the room, " What's taking so long."

"We just having a bit of a honest one on one chat. Mick asked me to check
he was being honest and not holding out on me." Chris said holding up the 4
dvds.

Sinclair moved to the computer and started fishing around, he couldn't find
anything extra either. He looked further and nearly by accident clicked to
Adobe and up popped his photo file manager. Sinclair clicked on it to
access the files. Hundreds of photos. Photos of his brothers Peter and
Martin in the shower doing all sorts of private stuff. Peter had a good
sized cock. Good photo of him shooting his wad.  Photos of some of the guys
from school, Ando, lots of him, Baker, some guys only Sinclair could
recognise.  The photos were all taken either in the shower or when the
person was in bed.

"Wo, what have we here, the man himself." Sinclair exclaimed as he looked
at photos of Mick in all sorts
 of incriminating poses. Very arty. Thats why you took them wasn't it for
art sake. Not because you're a sick twisted fuck."

Mick did not try to respond to any of the words from Sinclair, he sat with
his head bowed sitting on the bed. Tears began to run down his cheeks, his
head now slumped, he began to whimper.

"Oh stop you great sook. Lets have a look at his email history and see
where he's been and what he may have sent." Sinclair suggested.

"You got no need to do that," Mick quickly jumped in.

"I have now." said Chris

Mick eased back down onto his bed and resumed his slumped
position. Sinclair clicked on history and all was laid bare before
them. They gained from MIck his password. The gay sites, the story sites,
the yahoo groups, all of it there. Mick was now openly sobbing.

"Stop. You're only feeling sorry for yourself, nobody else does. Think what
you were trying to do to everyone else." Chris reminded him. "You get no
sympathy here, I got to think of an appropriate square up for you."  Chris
turned to Sinclair," Send all of that shit to your computer and change the
security settings on this computer so he can't change anything. I'll look
at it again later after I think further what to do with him."

Chris then turned to MIck "So how much of this to do want to be known by
your friends and brothers."

"You can't show them I'll never be safe anywhere, they'll beat me up."
Michael responded

"I agree, well you did do this to me so now it's my turn." Chris smiled at
Michael. " They reckon retribution is best served cold."

"What, what are you talking about." said Sinclair

"Don't worry Sinclair, it's too much for you. You just fix that computer so
only we can get into it."
 Chris directed. "I'll be back to chat to you later, come on Sinclair let's
go to your place."

"Sure. Sounds good to me," grinned Sinclair , " It will be ages before the
oldies are home."

The two boys left for Sinclair's place leaving Michale sitting on his bed
pondering his future through teary eyes. He could not see any way clear for
himself. He knew he was in a position that had fully compromised him and he
would have to wait and see what Chris decided would be the price for him ot
keep the information to himself. Given what he had already done to Chris he
knew Chris would demand a high toll for his silence.

Chris and Sinclair excitedly discussed all of the happenings of the
afternoon on the way to Sinclair's house. Sinclair was suggesting what
suitable punishments he could think of for Chris to exact against
Michael. Chris reflected what Michael had caused to happen to him, being
masturbated, being cum on, being made to masturbate in public, being
stripped in public, being made to walk home without his clothes, being
pissed on , beat up and cum on. Chris's attitude hardened further to
Michael as he reflected on what he had endured in his short stay at his
cousin's place. Fuck him he thought, I will square up.

As the boys approached Sinclair's house they saw his father leaving in
company with a teen dressed in public school uniform. He had his arm draped
over the boy's shoulder. They then got into his car which was parked in the
driveway.  The car reversed out of the drive and passed them on the street.
Mr Sinclair did not register seeing his son with Chris as he was busy in
conversation with the other lad. Both boys stared at the passenger in the
car in an attempt t orecognise who was with Dr. Sinclair.

"Who was that, "asked Chris

"Not sure but I think it was one of the guys from the BH Sports Club dad is
inolved with." Sinclair replied

"Why would he be here." Chris enquired

"Sometimes dad uses his study as a surgery for consultation," Sinclair
responded."Maybe he was seeing him like a patient."

"Yeah sure he was and the sun won't go down tonight. I bet he was doing
him." Chris retorted," He's a fucking deviate."

"Don't say that about my dad, if someone hears you they'll believe you."
Sinclair snapped

"He's not your dad to start with and he is a deviate, look what he does to
you."

"He's been real good taking me in, he gives me everything I need. He calls
me son and I call him dad. No one knows about this except you remember."
Sinclair answered, " And he doesn't hurt me. Just does some studies and
stuff."

"Yeah he stuffs you." Chris rebounded "Come on I got something to show
you."

"And I got something for you too." Sinclair grinned back.

The two boys entered the house through the front door. As soon as they were
through the door Sinclair moved to Chris and started to remove his shirt,
Chris lifted his arms and the shirt slid off.  Sinclair moved behind Chris,
rubbing his extended crotch into his rear, hooked his thumbs into the
elastic waist band of Chris's shorts and briefs and in a quick definite
movement had them at Chris's feet. Chris continued walking and stepped away
from his clothes and left them lying in the hallway.  Chris was now
completely naked. Sinclair followed Chris to the kitchen and stripped off
his clothes.  The two boys embraced,, naked, lips sealed to each other,
tongues probing, chests clamped together, excited nipples standing up
poking each other, cock to cock squeezed between their abdomens. Their
passion exploded with a long tongue fuck, while both oozed copious precum
onto the other, soaking each others body and pubic hair. Chris lifted
Sinclair to sit on the kitchen bench, he bent his head and took Sinclair's
nipple into his mouth. He sucked forcefully, he rubbed his teeth across the
sensitive tip, Sinclair was in his own sexual utopia. Without warning he
exploded, his cum surging from his penis, volley after volley finding a
home on Chris's chest and face. Sinclair threw his arms around Chris. Chris
continued his ministrations to Sinclair's nipples, him being coated in cum
not interupting his rhythm. His tongue continued to rasp across the teet,
Sinclair was left speechless.  Chris stood up straight and Sinclair and he
embraced, the cum on Chris now forming a seal between the two boys
bodies. They continued their long deep kiss of passion. Chris pulled
Sinclair off the bench to stand again on the floor and as their bodies and
cocks again came into contact the throbbing organ could take no more, could
hold no longer, could exercise no more control. It fired its load between
the two boys adding to the personal juice they shared. Sinclair felt the
warm body fluid forcing its way between them, and looked at Chris and
smiled. The two held their embrace for what seemed an interminable period
of time.

They finally broke and each surveyed the other, Sinclair whilst still erect
had lost his full hardon Chris on the other hand appeared as if nothing had
yet happened and his cock stood pulsing, bobbing to the heart beat, still
oozing its sticky fluid. Sinclair smiled at Chris and stared into his sky
blue eyes.

"What" Chris said, returning the gaze int othe black ponds of Sinclair's
pupils.

"You went off without me even touching your thing." Sinclair pointed out to
Chris," Do that often."

"Yeah I know, once it starts to build nothing stops it, especially when I
got hold of something good.  That's why I keep blowing in my jocks all the
time it goes out of control."

Sinclair dropped his hand and gently took hold of the massive penis," I
wish I had it." gently squeezing the tube and idly running his thumb over
the oozing piss slit massaging the slimey liquid across the head and around
the glans. Chris closed his eyes and sighed. He was building for another
ejaculation.  Sinclair continued to gently finger the penis, Chris leaned
back against the kitchen bench, eyes tightly shut, he moaned. Sinclair
dropped to his knees, he was positioned directly in front of the pulsing
cock, his tongue flicked out across the head, Chris felt the action and
moaned loudly. Sinclair opened his mouth to its fullest extent and sucked
in the head of Chris' mammoth schlong. He ran his tongue around the head

"Oh..Oh..O..O.."Chris groaned as if in a drug unduced trance'"Oh god, oh"
and with that he again released his pent emotion into Sinclair's waiting
mouth. Try as he may Sinclair was unable to contain all of the liquid shot
into him, it dribbled out the side of his mouth, down his chin dribbling
onto his chest. He smiled at Chris then leaned forward and took Chris in
his arms and again they embraced, passionately kissing, Sinclair forcing
his cum soaked tongue into Chris' mouth. They shared the cum
together. Chris leaned exhaused against the kitchen bench, emotionally and
physically spent. This was his most splendid moment. As Chris leaned
against the bench Sinclair gently massaged his hands over Chris body
working the cum into Chris' skin as if a soothing oil. The boys placed
their heads on each others shoulder and swayed together. Sinclair allowed
his hand to sneak to Chris' arse cheeks and softly hold them letting his
fingers creep into the arse crack, waiting for attention. Chris did not
react but allowed Sinclair free exploratory rights to his body. Chris
placed his arms around Sinclair's shoulders and gently kissed his cheek and
nibbled at the lobe of his ear. Both boys were experiencing true love for
the other, nothing would ever break this bond.

"Come up and shower," Sinclair said to Chris. Chris moved back into the
hallway and picked up his previously discarded clothing and then moved to
Sinclair's room. Sinclair was in the room, sitting at his desk fondling his
genitals. " I really love you , you know that don't you. You won't let
anything happen to us will you." Sinclair stared longingly into Chris eyes
again.

"Don't be so melodramatic Sinclair, you sound like a girlie." Chris
responded.

"Do you love me Chris"

"You know I do, and no I won't let anything come between us, but we got to
be a bit careful people don't see us as a pair of gays. No one must know"
Chris warned

"What do you think we are , what you reckon our feelings for each other is
normal do you."

"You know what I mean, we just can't be seen to advertise we're poofs. It's
ok for you people expect it but not me." With that Chris punched Sinclair
in the arm and went into the bathroom to have his shower.

"Not without me you're not." Sinclair called and followed Chris into the
shower, the two standing beneath the water together. "What you going to do
with Michael."

"When I get finished here I'm going home to talk to him and see what he
wants to do, not that he has much choice. Depending on his replies will
depend how shitty I make his life. But no matter what he will pay a fucking
hefty price for him being like he was to me. I'll fuck him. Come to think
of it I might just do that, practice for you" Chris smiled at
Sinclair,grabbed the soap and began to feverishly lather himself to remove
any evidence of their afternoon activity.

The two boys stepped from the shower towelled off and returned naked to
Sinclair's bedroom where they lay on the bed and talked for a while. It had
been about an hour since their shower when they heard the garage door
closing and a car door slam. The boys looked at the desk clock, it was much
later than they thought, Sinclair's father was home the boys jumped to
their feet and quickly pulled on their clothes.  They fell back to the bed
and continued talking. The bedroom door opened and it was Sinclair's
father.

"Hello boys, what you two studs been up to I wonder." the father asked

"Nothing to that would interest you I'm sure," replied Chris

"I wouldn't be too sure about that Christian, everything you do interests
me." Mr Sinclair responded

"No nothing dad, just some school stuff and talking about classes and
stuff." Sinclair added," Who did you have with you this arvo."

Mr Sinclair looked at Sinclair with a start, "OH. ah, that was a fellow
from the club, he required a medical clearance that's all and couldn't get
down to the practice in time."

Sinclair looked to Chris then to his father " I thought so. That's what I
told Chris."

"I got to get going I'm going to be in trouble for being late for dinner,"
Chris said to both Sinclairs "OK seeya tomorrow mate." and with that Chris
left Sinclairs and headed home.

"You both had showers have you, I can smell the soap" Mr Sinclair asked of
his son.

Sinclair stuttered for a minute and said"Yeah we were wrestling outside and
got all hot and sweaty so jumped in the shower to clean up."

"You should of had a swim, you know your friends are welcome to use it any
time and that would cool you down. You have a lot of fun in the pool and
nobody will interupt whatever it is you're doing" Mr Sinclair said

"Didn't think of it, we will next time." Sinclair replied

With that Mr Sinclair left Sinclair in his room and headed to his
study. Sinclair sat at his computer and logged on. Meanwhile Chris was
beating a hasty path home, not wanting to be too late for dinner but also
wanting to make sure he could put Michael under pressure. While he walked
he imagined all of the power he would have over Michael and what he would
force him to submit to. He started to swell at his crotch, the thoughts
exciting him. He became completley hard just thinking about Michael.  Chris
continued on his way, hands jammed in pockets attempting to disguise the
distortion of his shorts at the crotch. A casual observer would see what
was the cause. Chris was torn in what to do. He could not control his
emotions and began to freely flow precum from his excited organ. He
quickened his pace to get home before his penis decided to take control and
loose its fluids.

Chris walked into the house and to the kitchen saying hello to his aunt and
uncle and the boys who were all milling around waiting for dinner to be
served.

"Just in time for dinner Christian." Aunty Mary said

"Thanks aunt I thought I was running a bit late, sorry if I held you up."
Chris said hands still in pockets.

"Not at all lad," said uncle John."OK boys go sit and we can eat."

The boys all took their places, Peter next to Chris, whilst Chris was
directly opposite Michael and Peter opposite Martin. When seated Chris
kicked off his flip flops and casually raised his leg and placed his foot
into the crotch of Michael. Michael glared acrosss the table at Chris but
did not say anything or try to move, he acted as if all was normal. The
family sat around the table all discussing the days events, only Michael
and Chris not telling the full story of the day. Chris continued to massage
his foot into Michael's genitals. He could feel with his toes Michael had
sprung a hardon and he concentrated pinching at it with his toes and slowly
pushing his heel into the soft bag of testicles and grinding it against the
body. Michael completely stopped all conversation his attention taken by
the feelings coming from his groin. He began leaking from his hardon. He
could feel he was not long before release. Chris too had developped a
raging hardon, something he had not counted on.

When dinner was finished Uncle John directed Chris and Michael could clear
the table, put away the condiments and stack the dishwasher. The others
were going to the family room to watch TV. The boys waited for the others
to leave before standing, both showing to the other the extent of the
swelling to their crotch.

"Enjoyed that did you." Chris said

"Fuck off."Michael said

"After we finish here you and I are going for a walk in the park to discuss
your future." Chris announced to Michael."You understand your position, and
you know what I'll do.'

"I know , I know, I'll do whatever you say, lets talk outside." Mick
replied.

The boys cleared the table, stacked the dishwasher and wiped off the
benches, they then called they were going for a run, and would see them
when they got back. Martin called he would come as well but Mick told him
he couldn't as this was a race between him and Chris and they wouldn't wait
for him.  The two boys left through the rear door, into the back yard then
through the rear gate into the park behind. The park had perimeter lights
and stadium lights around the oval but the lighting did not extend to the
natural bushland that adjoined the park and oval. As the boys entered the
park from the house yard Chris told Michael to sit on the grass and they
could talk. The two boys sat on the grass and faced each other. Michael
waited for Chris, not knowing how this meeting would end up.

"OK you understand I've got to see both Mr Thomas and Jackson tomorrow
don't you." Michael nodded and Chris continued."You know all the material I
have got and what it shows." Again Michael nodded saying nothing. "You do
understand the shit you would be in with every one if I let it be known
what you have been up to." Michael nodded again, looked at the grass but
still did not speak." I don't think you're taking me seriously Mick so just
to get yoyur attention, strip all your gear off and then we can talk
further."

Michael didnot say anything but stood and removed his short, then his
shorts. He faltered with his briefs, looked at Chris, then slid his hands
into the waist band and slid them down his legs and stepped out of them. He
stood before Chris with a semi hard on which Chris became uncomfortable
with as he found himself appreciating the look of Michael naked, feeling he
wanted to take hold of his penis and do things with him. Chris immediatley
hardened with the thoughts. Chris found he was much harder than was
MIchael.

"Can we move out of the light." Michael asked

"Sure let's go for a walk, just drop your things at the back gate, you can
pick them up when we get back".  Chris instructed.

Michael did as he was told after which he trailed alongside Chris as they
walked towards the bushland.

"Can we stay out of the light please , just in case." Michael near begged

"I understand so you can either walk in the light or walk in the shadows
but jerk yourself while we walk and talk. Your call."

Michael moved into the shadows and fisted his cock. Chris smiled at the
control he knew he had. Michael had capitulated easier than he thought. As
they walked and Michael slowly pulled on his cock Chris pointed out all of
the things Michael had done to him since he had been in Sydney. He told him
he had not deserved any of it and how he had been humiliated and
demeaned. Michael just nodded, his eyes looking down, he continued slowly
wanking his very erect and straining penis. Michael was not as well endowed
as Chris but Chris continued to look at the protruding penis and felt a
strong longing to physically take hold of Michael as he did with
Sinclair. As they walked and spoke further of the actions of Michael and
why, Chris started to understand MIchael had felt threatened by his
presence and would lose his position within his group of friends and
colleagues. Chris was falling for Michael. Michael stopped walking and put
his back to a tree, his grip quickened, he began to moan, he felt his balls
tightening in their sack.

"Hands off, now, come on let it go." Chris told MIchael, and physically hit
MIchael's hand from his penis, "No relief yet, you got a lot more to do."

They walked on both sporting hardons , Michael naked and bobbing in front
of him, his balls jangling as they walked. The freedom keeping Mick excited
as well. Chris clothed but sporting an obvious hardon in his
shorts. Michael eyed it but said nothing. After a time Chris asked Michael
how he had videoed and photographed them all in the shower doing their
thing. Michael told him he had climbed into the ceiling through the manhole
in their walk in robe and positioned himself above them in the shower where
he had a clear vision through the exhaust fan. He said you could see
everything and nobody ever looked up.  Chris shook his head as Mick told
him, marvelling at the ingenuity of the deed and how truely sex craved Mick
was.

The boys reached the very edge of the bushland where they stopped and sat
on a picnic table.

"Suck me off." Chris said to Michael.

Michael did not hesitate, but got off the table, walked in front of Chris
and reached for his shorts.  Chris raised his arse and Mick pulled the
shorts free. Before him was a pair of briefs with the very clear outline of
a very, very large cock pointing out and to the left with the fabric trying
to withstand the pressure the cock was bringing to bear. There was a very
clear damp spot at the end of the bulging rod.  Michael reached forward and
took hold of the rod within the briefs, Chris moaned. Michael tightened his
grip to strongly squeeze the rod. Chris again groaned and immedialtey
loosed his load within his briefs.  The briefs quickly showed the wet spot
growing and the slime beginning to seep through the fabric of the
briefs. Chris stood throwing his hands behind him onto the table as support
for himself. Michael continued holding Chris' s cock encased in the cum
soaked cotton. Michael had cum on his hands where it seeped through the
material. He wiped his hands on Chris shirt front and again took hold of
the still oozing penis. Michael was squeezing Chris with one hand and took
his own member and stroked but several times to have him shooting his load
onto the front of Chris, his briefs and his lower stomach trailling to his
pubes.  Chris realised this is not what was meant to happen, Mick wasn't
supposed to blow on him. He looked down at himself and noted his cum
covered briefs and stomach, and the wet mass he knew was within. He pushed
Mick's hand away and sat himself back at the table. Neither boy said
anything for several minutes.

Chris looked across to Michael and said to him," I'm going to tell you
something and I don't want to be interupted, you can wait until I've said
my piece, you understand." Michael nodded and sat alongside Chris his once
erect penis now subsiding to be chubbed and hang between his thighs whilst
he sat and listened to Chris. Chris did not look at MIchael's cock but
directly into the blue eyes of his cousin and his near mirror image. " You
know everything you done to me and I will be entitled to do anything I
choose to do to you. You know I got all that other shit on you. I won't
show any of it to anyone and I won't tell the teachers tomorrow how I got
stripped, but there is a trade off. You will do anything and everything I
say, if you question me once I will show the stuff around school no second
chances. Next, you leave Sinclair alone, treat him as a friend, at least my
friend, no picking at him. You treat me as you should, like I'm your cousin
who has moved in to stay, we're family. You agree."

"Haven't got much choice have I." Michael responded

"No you haven't. Understand, you do the right thing by everyone and no one
will ever see or know about your stash of pictures and vids."

Michael nodded.

"Look at me." Chris ordered. Michael lifted his eyes to look directly into
Chris's eyes."We're going to start over, you and me. I'll respect you and
you respect me."

"Yeah but I'm still like your slave when you say." Michael complained

"I could make it that way, but that's not what I mean. None of that other
shit will happen. I told you, you respect me and I'll respect you. We're
family I'm not a threat to you, I want to be part of what you are. You
understand."

"I think so. So we going to bury the hatchet you mean." Mick said

"Fuck you can take some getting through to. We're family, meant to love and
look out for each other, that's what we're going to be. Agreed."

The two boys, still looking at each other embraced firmly holding one to
the other. Michael's bare penis pressing into the wet crotch of
Chris. Chris allowed one hand to slide from Michael's shoulders down onto
his arse cheeks, gently patting them.

"Come on let's go back so you can get dressed and we can have supper."
Chris said

"I kind of like being like this with you." Michael replied.

The boys broke their embrace and Michael proferred his hand. Chris took
hold of the offerred hand and the two firmly shook hands as if broking a
sacred pact.

As thery turned to walk back to the Thompson household Chris turned Michael
so the two looked squarely into each others eyes, " Lets start from the
beginning and I can have the new life I came here for."

The boys turned again, Chris with his arm over Michael's shoulder, made
their way home.