Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 21:01:15 -0800 (PST)
From: christian lee <christiantlee2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris - New Life - Chapter 16

  From: christian lee <christiantlee2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris - New Life - Chapt 16

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
is illegal in your area please do not read any further.

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This story is a blend of my experiences and fiction


Chris - New Life.

Chapter 15


The three boys walked into the house. Mick called out to see who was
home. No reply. He walked into the kitchen and on the bench was a note to
all of the boys saying dinner was in the fridge and that the parents had
gone out to a BBQ at the club and would be home at 11. Call them at the
club if they needed them.

Mick looked at Chris,"Righto drop em, mum and dad aren't down here."

Chris did as he was told and took off his speedos leaving him naked. ANdo
stood and stared.

"What's going on." Ando asked

"Oh. Chris doesn't like to wear clothes so when we're home, upstairs he's
always bare, and downstairs when the oldies are out he roams around
downstairs like it as well.'Mick explained

"that's not quite right." Chris interjected.

"Looks great to me'" Ando said

"Let's go upstairs," mick suggested and the boys moved to the stairs.

Mick took the lead and climbed the stairs. Chris was standing back to let
Ando go before him but ANdo stopped pointed to the stairs and said" No, no,
you first." and allowed Chris to move in front of him. As Chris climbed the
stairs in front of Ando he felt the intense stare of Ando, and when they
were half way up the stairs felt the light touch of Ando's hands on his
taut mounds. Chris did not look back but continued on his way.  Ando too
was developping an obsession.

Continued


Chapter 16

As they got to the top of the stairs the phone rang, Mick answered, it was
Chris' father. Chris went to the phone and spoke for some time to his
father, then his mother and then Bill his young brother. After an hour and
with Chris with tears in his eyes now feeling home sick for the family he
rang off from speaking to home. He walked back into the boy's bedroom,
Chris was in no mood now he felt depressed. He sadly longed to be at home
with his mum and dad and Bill and his mates, his fair dinkum mates, not
these using wankers, he thought. I'd never be in this shit at home, these
pooftas are manipulative pricks, all of them. They're all fags, all of
them, even the straight ones. Chris was upset. As Chris walked into the
room Ando started to make a comment.

Chris heard Ando but didn't give him time to finish it was something about
his cock he knew," Shut the fuck up, you say one more word and I'll smash
you." Chris glared at both Mick and Ando, and moved to within striking
distance of both boys with his fists clenched.

MIck knew if Chris got stirred enough he would take on both boys, he would
lose but he would still take them on.  Mick put his hand on Ando's shoulder
and said to him," Talk to you tomorrow mate about the beach eh.  You, me
,Chris and some of the others. Talk to you in the morning." Ando took the
hint, said his goodbyes and scooted off home.

Chris lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.  He got up off the bed and
went to his drawer and pulled on a pair of briefs. He went and lie on the
bed. Not a word passed between the two boys. Mick went downstairs to watch
TV leaving Chris to his thoughts. Mick realised Chris was on the brink of
exploding, no use in pushing him to far.

When Mick came back upstairs to bed, it was late everyone was now home. The
bedroom light was on but Chris was out like a light gently snoring. Mick
moved across to where Chris slept and lightly lifted the bed sheet.  He saw
Chris was sleeping in the briefs he had put on earlier, Mick knew he had to
do something about this or he would lose control of Chris. Mick went to the
computer and opened his files, it was time to print out some
material. Chris had a short memory about what was on disc involving
him. For the next hour Mick reviewed files and printed some graphic
photos. He searched further and sent a download of a short vid to his
phone.  A productive night he thought, and yawning got up from the computer
and went to the bathroom. Mick spent some time in the bathroom, using the
toilet, washing up and cleaning his teeth. Mick came out of the bathroom,
went to his bed, stripped off his shorts to his briefs and climbed into
bed. It had been a big day and within minutes Mick was asleep.

Next morning Chris was up early and went downstairs. He had intended going
for a run around the adjoining oval but the family were all downstairs,
except MIck who was still asleep upstairs. Chris decided not to run but sat
and chatted with the family. He told them of his call from home and how he
had felt very homesick.  Uncle John said he understood very much how he
would feel. Uncle John suggested that not the next weekend as he and Aunty
Mary would be away from Thursday to Sunday evening at a sales conference,
but the following weekend what if he could talk Chris' father into either
coming down for a visit for a few days or at least allowing Bill to come
and stay. Chris' eyes brightened at the very suggestion and asked if he
would really speak to his dad for him. Uncle John promised he would speak
with him this evening. He also mentioned as everyone was at the table,
except Mick and he would be told when he came down, all of the family was
to be home for lunch today and then the afternoon as several members of
Aunty mary's family were coming today for a BBQ and they would be required
to entertain the kids.

"How many are coming?" asked peter

"There's uncle warren and aunty kay with their three, uncle peter and aunty
rae with their two and uncle jason and aunty kate with their mob."

"Jesus dad with our mob that's about twenty all together." Peter exclaimed.

"Don't blaspheme, " Uncle John said," That would be about right, as far as
I know they're all coming."

"Why do I have to be there. The only one about my age is Jason and he's a
dead set..."

"Enough Peter, you will be there , just like everyone else." Uncle JOhn
demanded.

Mick wandered into the kitchen as everyone was finishing breakfast. Uncle
John started to tell him about the visitors for the day. Chris rose and
excused himself and went back up to his room. Chris entered the room and
decided he would send an email to a mate of his in the bush. He did not
have an addresss set up but used Mick's. When Chris sat at the computer and
moved the mouse on the pad, the black screen came to life. Chris sat
staring at the files before him, they were files of him, photos and
vids. Chris could not imagine how this was available to him because Mick
had everything password protected. Mick had been using these files and
forgotten to shut them down when he finished Chris decided. Chris moved
quickly through the file deleting all photographs and videos. He then
searched for more incriminating evidence of him, nothing he could
find. Chris deleted the rubbish bin and then shut down the computer, he did
not send his email.  Chris went and lie on his bed fully dressed in briefs,
shorts and T. Chris knew the argument would come when Mick entered the room
and saw him.

Some half hour after Chris Mick arrived back in the room. Mick looked at
Chris lying on the bed reading, he shut the door.

"That's not how you're to be dressed remember." Mick demanded

"Fuck you.' Chris replied.

"OK just to refresh your memory look at this, and with that Mick took his
mobile phone from his pocket and called up vids. Nothing happened. He again
tried, nothing appeared on the screen. He must have mucked up the
transmission. He would send it again he thought.

Chris lay on his bed waiting, nothing, except mumbling at his mobile. He
then went to his backpack and pulled out several prints. " You like these."
Mick said handing them to Chris.  CHris looked at them carefully and tore
them up. "You can rip up as many as you like I only printed them for you,
I'll do some for the guys at school eh."

"Fuck you," Chris repeated and arose form the bed holding the scraps of
torn photos and moved to the door.

"You walk out and I'll show everything on you I got." Mick warned Chris

"Fuck you, go ahead do what you like." Chris snarled back at mIck , and
then left the room.  He then remembered he had to ring Sinclair by this
afternoon or he would be in trouble with him. Chris went to the phone
downstairs and called Sinclair.

Mick dashed to his computer, turned it on, put in a password, the computer
came to life. He then went to his files and selected a file and it
requested a password. He entered the password and the file opened. Mick
dragged the mouse over a file and double clicked, the file opened, it
contained nothing. He completed the exercise again, and again, and again
none of the files contained material, it was lost, what had happened.  It
was Chris he knew that, but how. Meanwhile Chris was explaining to Sinclair
on the telephone why he couldn't come over to his place this afternoon as
he had been instructed,he had to be home to meet the visiting relatives. He
would contact Sinclair later if there was a chance of meeting him otherwise
see him at school. Sinclair agreed with what Chris was saying but also that
Chris should not think when he saw him at school tomorrow he could take
violence against him. Chris rang off. While Chris was on the phone, Mick
went to his drawer and took out a plug in with his back up files. he was
not losing them again like he did before to Sinclair. This was his
insurance. Mick opened the files, selected several photos of Chris jerking
off and a short video of him jerking and blowing his load over himself and
attached them to an email to a person Chris had sent emails to before in
the bush, someone Mick knew to be a mate of Chris and sent it off to him
asking him to look at the attached and reply.

Mick then ran downstairs and saw Chris walking into the back yard.

"What did you do, smart arse." Mick snapped

"Exactly what you would have done." Chris answered

"You got no right to touch my shit." Mick hurled at Chris.

"Just listen to yourself you fuckwit. I got every right to protect me. From
now on you need to watch your back," Chris warned," I'll have you."

Mick's eyes stared deeply into Chris, his face reddended, he was about to
erupt. Mick launched forward at Chris knocking him to the ground. The two
boys continued to roll about and wrestle on the ground with a punch being
thrown by either party as they got the opportunity. Blood ran from Chris'
nose. More punches from either boy. Chris whilst being considerably bigger,
stronger and better muscled did not have the fighting ability of Mick who
was landing the more telling blows. The noise from the melee was heard in
the house and Uncle John ran into the yard and broke the two boys apart. He
asked for an explanation from either boy as to what happened. Neither would
comment. Uncle John threatened them with lock down.

Mick spoke," It's between Chris and me, a misunderstanding, eh Chris. I'm
sorry."

Uncle John looked at Chris "Is that right ,"

"Yeah that's right uncle, I'm sorry too." and with that Chris pushed
forward his hand to shake with Mick.  Mick took the proffered hand.

"Righto you blokes keep a control on yourselves, no more fighting OK. Us
Thompsons are lovers not fighters" Uncle John said, then turned and went
back to the house.

As Chris went to say something Mick held up his hand,"I think you're in for
a surprise, I reckon over the next 12 hours you should get an email from
your mates at home." MIck smiled, " But rather than me try to explain it to
you go and have a look at the last message you sent to your mate Johnny
Singleton." Mick looked directly at Chris,"Then come and talk to me." He
looked directly at Chris again deeply into his eyes," SOrry I punched you,
I don't want to hurt you, but you got to understand." and with that he
walked into the house.

Chris followed him into the house and rushed upstairs to the bedroom and
the computer. It was turned on, where Chris had previously turned it
off. He rushed to the screen and brought up Outlook. He went to the sent
box.  He saw the email to Johnny Singleton, under Micks name but signed off
by him. He read the email, he opened the attachments. He sat staring at the
screen, speechless. His mind whirred. How did he have this, Chris checked
all the files. How would he explain this to his mate Johnny Singleton. How
would he talk him out of showing or discussing it with others. He was on
overload, he couldn't think. Chris slumped at the desk his head in his
arms. He tried to think of a way forward. Whatever happened Johnny
Singleton would know Chris liked to play with cum and cock. How would he
explain the photo of cum over his arse. Chris shook.  He prayed John would
ring him, or maybe he should ring him now, that's what he could do.

While Chris was in his state of confusion MIck entered the room and looked
at Chris with his head nestled on his arms lying on the desk.

"You got it now, I'm not fucking around, next time it will be a general
broadcast. I didn't do it this time because I didn't want the whole school
to know my cousin who lives with me is a faggot. But I will." Mick directed
to Chris. " Now strip out of your gear, upstairs you don't wear anything
remember."

Chris stood from the desk, a defeated soul. He moved to the set of drawers
and pulled off his t and slipped his shorts and briefs over his hips, down
his legs and stepped out of them. He bent picked them up and folded them
and returned them to the top of the drawers.

"Face me." Mick told Chris

Chris turned and faced Mick. His body on show. Mick stared at the flacid
penis that hung from the bare lower stomach. As he focused on it, without
any outside intervention the penis began to inflate, lengthen and girth
begin to swell. Chris hung his head. One head bowed the other began to
stand to attention. It was uncontrolleable.

"I like it without hair man, looks imposing. Have a look at it, you only
got to get naked and it starts to get hard. You get off on this don't ya."

"I don't I hate it," Chris rebutted." I don't like people looking at me and
I don't like being made out I'm gay."

"Bullshit Chris. have a go at you, look you got precum starting to
leek. You love this. oh and you are a fag.  Face the facts. You get bare
you get hard, you see something gay or someone touches you you blow your
wad.  Not like once or twice but you keep doing it." Mick replied to
Chris. " You just get off on it admit it."

"I don't, please stop." Chris said, he moved his hand to his penis and felt
the smooth liquid seeping from its tip, why was he excited.

"Tell you what I 'll do for today with all the visitors you can wear shorts
that I pick for you and a t but no briefs ok. Hows that for saving you from
getting embarrassed in front of everyone."

"Thanks MIck. Please don't send anymore messages to anyone," Chris pleaded

"I won't need to will I because you will be a good little boy from now on
won't you." Mick responded sternly.

"Yes I will, whatever you say." Chris answered.

"Given you got two hours before you got to be home here for lunch with the
relo's why not shoot over to Sinclair's and see him." Mick suggested

" Nah don't have to going to see him at school tomorrow." Chris informed
Mick

"Ah good the pussy 's coming in again is he, worked out he can't hide. I
better ring the guys and tell them we won't be at the beach." Mick went to
walk off to the phone but turned and said to Chris," Given it's so hot we
might be able to get them all to go to the pool this afternoon, or at least
the kids, what do you reckon."

"Yeah that would be good, better than hangin' here in the heat," Chris
responded.

"Great idea," peter called from the hall as he passed their room," I'll
suggest it to dad now see if it tracks."  and with that Peter bounded down
the stairs calling for his father.

Peter spoke to his dad who agreed it might be good for those kids who
wanted to go to the pool after lunch while the oldies sat around , had a
drink and talked. He told Peter he would ring those coming and suggest they
throw in their swimmers.

Chris thought on what Mick had suggested and told Mick he would call across
to Sinclair's place now and get their chat over and done with.

"Good I was going to suggest that again to you. How long to walk to
Sinclair's from here you reckon." Mick asked

"Ten to fifteen,"Chris replied

"OK well to see if you're fair dinkum about doing what you're told from
when you leave here you got 8 minutes to ring me from Sinclair's house."
Mick said

"I'll have to sprint the whole way, in this heat." Chris complained

"You got it."Mick replied'Now let's see what you can wear." and with that
Mick went to the dresser and sorted through clothes for Chris to wear to
Sinclairs. He picked out a white nylon athletic singlet and a pair of white
nylon running shorts that belonged to Peter some years earlier. "These will
do you."

Chris put the clothes on without complaint. Once dressed he commented the
singlet was tight and the shorts were a bit short.

"Yeah but you got plenty of leg room with the slits in the sides the way
they are." Mick told him" You better get going, don't be late back. You got
8 minutes to ring me."

With that Chris bolted down the stairs and out through the back yard and
acrosss the adjoining park. With only eight minutes he had no time to
waste. He arrived at Sinclairs and knocked on the door. Fortunately
Sinclair opened the door and started to talk to Chris but Chris just asked
to use th ephone quickly. He rang Mick.

"Well done, all sweaty are we." Mick asked and then chuckled," See you back
here for lunch, don't be late."

Chris put he phone down and turned back to Sinclair. Sinclair looked
closely at Chris. He was a lather of perspiration, his clothess were wet
with sweat. The white fabric had become somewhat transparent. Sinclair
stared at Chris, trying to see through the clothes comletely. The boys
stood in the entrance foyer for several minutes, no words passing between
them.

"Hello Chris , nice to see you." Mr Sinclair said as he walked passed the
boys."How have you been, I haven't seen you since I can't remember when."

"Yeah hi," Chris responded." I can."

"What was that son." mr Sinclair asked


"I said I can remember the last time we met." Chris shot back

"Oh I see, tell you what make sure you see me before you go I got something
I need to show you. It's a bit of a surprise for Michael here. Nice shorts,
hot are you" he said talking to Chris and referring to his son.  Mr
Sinclair went to his office.

"Let's go to the games cabana, you want to go for a quick swim." Sinclair
asked

"nah, I haven't got long I got that lunch I told you about."

The two boys moved from the house into the back yard to the pool area and
the cabana. Sinclair took drinks from the fridge and they lay back opposite
each other on the large bean bags spread on the tiled floor.

Chris immediately confronted Sinclair about why he had turned on him and
supported MIck. Sinclair asked Chris about the bruises on his face and then
explained to Chris Mick had also assaulted him to get back his files. He
said he didnot give him backc the dvds only the files. The boys argued
heatedly for a short while.

"It doesn't matter Chris, Mick has got them now so there's no use you
picking at me. He beat me so I gave them to him. You're a lot bigger than
me and look what he did to you."

"You're a pussy Sinclair, you put me right back in it. Now I can't get away
from him." Chris complained

"I just want us back like we were, I really love you Chris." Sinclair
declared

"Fuck off you got a funny way of showing how you like a person. You turn on
me then tell me you love me."  Chris lamented."It's over Sinclair. Your as
bad as your old man, fucking devious. I'm out man, you just want to use
people."

"You look sexy with your shorts like that." Sinclair said to Chris

"Leave it Sinclair, you don't need to think you're ever going to get any
closer to what's in them, trust me."  Chris avowed.'You had your chance and
burnt your bridge."

"I think you're forgetting things , but come over sit with me so we can get
together, no one will bother us."

"That's the trouble I'm remembering everything, I going." Chris said as he
went to stand and leave.

"Before you do Chris please just wait a minute I got something for you,
I'll just go get it from my room.  I got it ready for you for Monday,
please wait." and with that Sinclair bounded up and shot back into the
house.

Chris sat waiting for Sinclair to return concentrating more on what Mr
Sinclair wanted to see him about.

Sinclair returned ot the cabana and handed Chris a large brown envelope. He
didnot say anything for a moment then "You want to reconsider your
position. If you don't get up and walk out if you do come over and sit
alongside of me ."

Chris opened the flap to the envelope and removed the contents. There were
4 photos 10inch X 8 inch. All showed Chris in compromising situation. Chris
quickly worked out Sinclair had returned Mick's files but not before
copying them. Chris stared back at Sinclair. He looked deeply into the
black pools that were Sinclair's pupils. He was beautiful.

"I love you Chris and I don't want to hold you this way but I won't let you
go. I'll do this if I must."  Sinclair said in very hushed tone, "Please
try if we can't get it together after making the effort then ok."  Sinclair
sat again on the bean bag and patted a position alongside of him for
Chris. Chris stood staring down at Sinclair, he moved a pace closer and now
stood directly in front of him, staring down on him.  Sinclair
subconsciously lowered his eyes from meeting Chris to Chris' crotch, then
to the slits in the side of the shorts, and then up the leg. Sinclair
didnot move his stare from up the leg of the shorts. Chris became aware of
what Sinclair was staring at, he began to harden. Quickly, what was wrong
with him.  Sinclair seeing the thickening in the shorts moved his hand
forward and slid it into the leg of the shorts.  Chris went to back away
but on the feel of Sinclairs finger s touching his cock head held his
ground, thrust his hips forward and moaned. The little head was again over
ruling the big head.  With the split in the leg of the shorts as pronounced
as it was for athletics and the legs so short, as Chris expanded his cock
forced its way into the open pushing up the left leg opening of the
shorts. Sinclair continued to run his fingers around the pulsing bright red
cock head smoothing a now silky fluid over the glans. Chris thrust his head
skywards.

"No no stop. Please stop," Chris cursed "I got to go, I must. I'll see you
at school."

"OK but you will be with me tomorrow won't' you." Sinclair asked

"yeah I understand what you did and why it just shits me is all" Chris
stood with his hands over his front willing down his now excited penis. He
had reached full extension.

"You want me to get rid of that for you." Sinclair asked andwent to get on
his knees.

"No , no I haven't got time and you doing that just makes it harder." Chris
said" Got to go." with that Chris patted Sinclair on the shoulder, looked
into his eyes and smiled and took off for the door.

"Not going without saying goodbye are you young Christian, come into my
office." Mr Sinclair said just as Chris was reaching for the front door.

"I'm really running late for visitors Mr Sinclair can I see you another
day." Chris asked

"This will only take a minute i told you I have something for you." Mr
Sinclair reminded Chris

"Oh ok then," Chris said keeping his hands shielding the protruding front
of his shorts.

"Sit there for a minute while I get it for you." Mr Sinclair said
indicating for Chris to sit on the side of the examination table in his
surgery. Chris did as directed. Mr Sinclair walked back into the surgery
from his office and handed Chris a brown envelope. " I got this for you,
for old time sake."

Chris took the envelope and removed the contents, he stared at the
photo. It showed Chris lying on his stomach, naked, his face looking back
at his arse and just the tip of a cock oozing cum lying between his arse
mounds. "Thought you might like a keepsake, I got plenty more if you
recall. Come and see me for an examination next week." Mr Sinclair told
him. He moved over to Chris and dropped his hand on a chubby cock.  He
moved his hand and lifted the short leg exposing the cock head. The cock
bounded to full erection, Mr Sinclair bent down and kissed its tip then
swiped his tongue over the piss slit, Chris moaned.  Mr Sinclair stood
straight "Well you better be going. see you during the week."

Chris jumped down from the exam table and bolted out the door, his excited
cock leading the way and bobbing out of his shorts leg. On the way home
Chris reflected on what had happened at the Sinclairs. He then reflected on
what Mick had said to him. Why did he get hard whenever his cock was in the
open or being looked at. Why did he get hard whenever it got touched by who
ever. Why did he leak cum all the time.  He always had an erection, he
could not control it. Maybe Mick was right , he got off on it. Maybe he was
gay.  He turned and sprinted for home, he was running late. He couldn't get
over the fact that all of these people having incriminating photos of him,
all threatening to expose him. How did he ever get himself into this. More
importantly what was he going to do to get out of it. He continued his
sprint for home. He held tightly to the photo given to him by Mr
Sinclair. Chris knew this photo was taken the last time he met Mr Sinclair
in his office and surgery.

Chris arrived at the house, there were cars parked up the drive and there
were kids running around everywhere, he hoped he wasn't too late. Chris
walked into the house perspiration running from him from his sprint
home. As he entered he was met by Uncle John who took him and introduced
him to the visitors.  Chris knew none of them as they were from Aunty
Mary's side of the family. He met the three sets of parents and the young
kids running around the yard, 4 lads Chris guessed to be aged from nine to
twelve and two girls who seemed about 11 or 12 years old. Chris told Uncle
John he would go upstairs and shower for lunch.

"OK mate but remember you're going swimming after lunch so don't get all
dresssed up." Uncle John advised

Chris excused himself and rushed up the stairs to the bedroom. As he
entered the room he saw Mick and martin in the room and also two other lads
about MIcks age sitting there talking. Mick introduced Chris to his cousin
and his cousin's mate. He also informed Chris Peter was in his room with
two more, both cousins, if he wanted to say hello. Chris took the hint and
walked down the hall to Peter's room and walked in to say hello and meet
the visitors. peter introduced Chris to his cousins, one male one
female. The male was about peter's age but the girl looked younger more
like fifteen. Chris then excused himself saying he had to take a shower
before lunch. Chris returned to his room with MIck and company and went to
his dresser to get clean clothes.

"Mate you hop in the shower and I'll find you something, we'll be called
for lunch soon." Mick told Chris

"Thanks mate, just shorts and t eh," Chris said knowing there was no use in
debating anything with Mick in front of visitors or he could find himself
with nothing. Chris moved into the bathroom which could be accessed
directly from both peter and Micks bedrooms and from the hall.

Chris put himself under the shower and relaxed for the first time in the
day. The warm water helped ease some of the bruises he received from his
earlier brush with Mick. Chris stood under the water allowing it to cascade
over his body. The feel of the falling water striking him from the shower
brought him to an erection. He ran his soaped hands over his body, around
where his pubic hair used to be, along his stretched shaft. He leaned his
head back against the tiles, feeling the water , feeling himself. Chris
finished soaping, rinsed his body and stepped from the shower and dried
himself. Mick had not brought him any clothes. Chris finished drying
himself, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom.

"Sit down mate, sorry I didn't think you would be so quick, you normally
take a lot longer taking care of things."  Mick smiled,"I'll get you
something." Mick went to his dresser and pulled out a t and another pair of
athletic shorts. They were in school colours.He threw them to Chris "there
you go mate, pull them on."

Chris grabbed the shorts and went to leave the room to change." You're
right pull them on here. We've all got one." Mick directed.

Chris stood where he was, pulled on his t then dropped his towel and pulled
on the shorts. These were shorter in the leg than the pair he had just
taken off. "They used to be my cross country shorts," Mick
announced."They'll do to go to the pool won't they. Sit over here mate and
shoot some shit." Mick patted a spot on the floor next to him and opposite
the other boys and the door, which was open to the hallway.

Chris sat and the boys engaged in conversation, asking about school ,
sport, girl friends all the things cousins would have in common. Chris was
involved in the talk as they questioned him about what it was like living
in Sydney and how he was fitting in and making friends. While they were
talking Mick closely watched those sitting opposite. He watched where their
eyes were looking. He noted that one of his twelve year old cousins had
focused his attention on looking at Chris crotch. Mick didn't know if
aything was on show so leaned over to Chris and whispered in his ear for
Chris to bend his right leg and lean his chin on it.  Chris not thinking
why, did as he was instructed. As soon as he raised his right leg to the
bended position he felt the left leg flair open. He felt his cock drop
forward. He sneaked a look at the boys sitting opposite.  he noted one lad
staring at his crotch, he knew he must see his cock head. At the thought of
it he started to swell. The conversation became stilted. The boy staring at
Chris' crotch elbowed his friend sitting next to him to draw attention to
what he was staring at. The more they stared the more excited Chris became.
Chris went to move his right leg but Mick elbowed him and shook his head
when Chris looked at him. Chris was now fully erect and it was becoming
obvious there was a thin slimey line of precum hanging from the tip of the
cock to the floor. The two boys and Martin sitting opposite kept grinning
at each other.

"You don't like undies." the visiting cousin asked of Chris

Chris coughed stalling for time to think of an answer." No they get too
tight around my nuts." Chris now knowing he had their full attention was
excited to his limit. The head of his cock started bobbing up and down with
tension, each heart beat being transmitted through the shaft. Precum freely
flowed, Chris was close to an ejaculation, unhanded. He could feel his
balls drawing up into their sack against his body. While sitting there
Peter and the two cousins walked down the hallway and stopped in at the
boy's bedroom. Peter didn't notice Chris as he was standing behind the
other two but the boy and girl cousins did see. The girl could not take her
eyes from the pulsing member. She didn't know this was how big boy's
penises were, her brother wasn't that big she was sure. They were called
from downstairs to come for lunch, and they started to move off. Chris
bounded to his feet and went to the bathroom. He arrived in time to hang
his cock over the wash basin and began to ejaculate, strong jets of cum
directed to the plughole. The cream coloured cum lay on the basin stuck to
the bowl. Chris panted after he had finished, Mick stood at the door
watching him.

"Told you , you love it, you get off on dropping out your schlong." Mick
laughed, " Come on let's get lunch and then we can get to the pool."

The older girl who had witnessed Chris at his hardest said to her brother
on the way down the steps, " You're nothing like that."

"What," he answered

"Your dick, yours isn't as big as that." she replied

"Piss off, it could be." he shot back

"Bull, I've held yours it's nothing like that."

"What are you giving him a hard time about now," peter enquired of the two
cousins

"Oh nothing, just how he is such a little boy sometimes." she sniggered in
response.

Eventually they all arrived out in the rear yard and gathered around in
groups for lunch. The young ones sat together and the oldies sat in their
group. The oldies at the outdoor table and chairs the kids on the grass
with their legs crossed and lying around. Chris arrived from the bathroom
with Mick and very quickly positioned himself away from the older girl
cousin, Pam. He did not want her eyeing him up again. She was too intense.
Pam on the other hand was looking to sit near Chris again. Chris buried
himself away amongst the really young kids, he was safe with the ten to
twelve year olds.

At the completion of lunch Peter called those wanting to go to the pool to
get their gear and meet out the front in five minutes.

"Come on mate let's get our stuff," Mick said to Chris. "Come on Martin you
too, get the others moving."

The group of young ones left for the pool, three girls 11 - 15 years, seven
boys 9 - 17 years plus peter, Mick martin and Chris, 13 in totoal it was a
big group. On the way the group chatted and played about with the young
ones telling everyone how they were going to throw them in the pool. Chris
walked with the younger lads he felt less threatened that way.



To be continued


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