Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2008 06:24:07 -0800 (PST)
From: christian lee <christiantlee2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris - New Life - Chapt 5

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.

Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without
permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in
any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file.

This story is a blend of my experiences and fiction



My New Life.


"Don't disobey me again. You two, do as your told or it could happen to you."
Michael warned "OK must be time for lunch. Lets get dressed, off to Maccas then
the pool. See you boys later. Nothing to anyone OK. It could happen to you."

The two boys nodded in agreement and left the bedroom. Michael went to the
drawers to select clothes for himself and Chris to wear for the afternoon.
Chris stood with water running down the inside of his legs from the melted ice
cubes at his gentials and in his rectum. It would be a long time before he
would forget this humiliation. He stood there naked, but his nakedness was not
what concerned him it was the fact of the strange feelings he got when he was
humiliated.


Continued


Chapter 5


Michael pulled some clothes from the drawers, a pair of boardies and t for
himself and a pair of white footy shorts and t for Chris. Michael then took
a pair of red speedos for himself from the drawer and looked to Chris as to
what he would wear. Chris informed him he had brought a pair of swimmers
with him from the bush.

"Put them on and show me." said Mick " Let's see how you look in them."

"I haven't worn them in a while,last year I remember," Chris told him and
went to his set of drawers and withdrew a pair of white speedos.

Chris pulled the speedos over his legs up past his knees and when he
reached his crotch took the time to pack his package into the speedos and
hitched them to sit just above his pubic hair line. Chris poked his cock to
point to his left hip. He shook himself and got himself
comfortable. Michael surveyed the site in front of him. He ogled this
beautifully developed body with a great tan. It looked strange because
Chris had obviously been wearing shorts without his shirt and the tan lines
were higher than the speedo line and left a white skin line between the tan
line and the top of the speedo and between the leg openings of the speedo
and the lower tan line. Michael noted the speedo would have been a good fit
last year but obviously Chris had developped, body size and
package. Michael got past the view of the body and focused on the outline
of the contained package. Chris had become flacid but it was all there to
be seen. Mick indicated for Chris to turn around and Chris turned his back
to Mick. Mick could see the beginnings of a crease of Chris' arse
crack. This sight was outright hot, and would draw comment, it had
to. Chris had no sign of hair on his chest and just a light dusting of a
blonde treasure trail leading to the pubic area.

"This ok,' Chris asked as he paraded to Mick

"It will do, take 'em off and put them in this backpack. Pull on this
stuff." Mick directed and threw Chris the footy shorts and t.

Chris did not question Mick's direction and pulled off his speedos, pushed
them into the backpack and pulled on his white footy shorts and t. He got
himself a pair of flip flops (thongs). Mick pulled on his clothes and the
two left for Maccas, where they would meet several of the boys from last
night. They were to have lunch and then go to the pool.

"I got to punish you for jerking off too, don't think you got away with me
forgetting."  Mick told Chris." Whose dick do you want to suck."

"No Mick please I never done nothing like that, that's gay. Everyone will
know if I do that." Chris pleaded

"I'll pick one for you. When we get to maccas you sit where I tell you and
I'll get our lunch." with that Michael reached across the front of Chris
and back handed Chris in the crotch. Chris groaned in pain. "Just making
sure they still there, and you know what will happen if you disobey, I'll
punch them black." Mick could feel the tube against the back of his hand
with the impact. He looked down and could see the outline of the large tube
bouncing against the fabric of the white shorts as Chris walked.

The boys walked the 20 minutes to Maccas and entered the restaurant. Mick
looked around and noted several of his freinds and told Chris to go over
and sit on the end of the bench and he would bring the burgers. Chris moved
to the bench, greeted the boys he knew from last night and sat where Mick
had told him. The boys were all chatting, including how Sinclair had got
the shits when they stripped him and they all saw him with a hardon.
Sinclair was at the table claiming they were all shit and none of it
worried him, given at least he could get a decent size hard on and they
were all gay. He looked to Chris for support, and Chris nodded in
agreement. Sinclair threw his arm around Chris' shoulder and declared" My
mate, the rest of you are all gay. Me and Chris will stick together"

Michael arrived back to the table as Sinclair finished declaring Chyris his
new partner.

"What's doing?" Michael asked

"Just saying how me and Chris are partners, and all the rest of you are
gay." Sinclair repeated.

"I'll remember that later when we get into some games," said MIck staring
into Sinclair's eyes, "You two can be each others shadow."

Chris stood as Michael put their food on the table and Michael slid into
the bench and Chris again sat down on the end of the bench where Mick had
originally told him to sit.  They were eating their food when MIck looked
around and noticed the group of six younger kids sitting opposite could see
under the table end where Chris was sitting. He lent across to Chris and
told him to pull his cock out the end of his shorts. Chris looked at Mick
and Mick asked him if he wanted him to raise his voice or continue to
whisper instructions. Chris reached under the table raising the leg of his
shorts and pulling his prick into the fresh open air, it immediatley began
to chub up. Chris tried not to think of what was happening around him ,nor
the feel of the air around his cock, he ate his burger and joined in the
conversation of his group at their table. Mick dropped his right hand from
the table and stroked Chris thigh, it brought immediate reaction with
Chris' prick growing to it s full extent and the bulbous head appearing
like a large one eyed snake hiding beneath the table waiting to spring and
capture a passerby.

It wasn't long when one of the young lads at the table opposite looked
across and saw the outline of something throbbing under the table. He took
time to study the outline, he was now sure it was a huge cock. He looked up
above the table to see who owned this thing that had escaped its
confines. The boy was taken aback at the sight, he continued to stare.
Michael noticed the kid opposite. He told Chris to slowly stroke his cock
until told to stop.  The kid opposite had his eyes glued to the scene.After
several minutes without removing his stare from its target he elbowed the
kid sitting next to him, speaking to him without looking at him. Another
boy now had his gaze fixed on this cock sticking out from the crotch of the
boy sitting opposite and being played with. The group with Chris continued
with their boisterous discussion and eating lunch. All of those at the
table opposite were \now watching the exhibition. Michael was watching
their undivided attention to what was happening. Mick whispered to Chris to
blow his load, and quickly. Chris took hold of his penis with his right
hand which was away the the view of the other boys at his table and began
to work his prick rubbing the free flowing precum across the head of his
prick and into his piss hole. He threw his head back and moaned. Mick
elbowed him as Sinclair averted his eyes to the sound and stared at Chris.

"What's wrong mate, you having a wet dream," Sinclair spoke loudly and
threw his head laughing at his own remark. It was loud enough to get the
attention of others at the table.

Chris denied knowing what Sinclair was on about, and picked up his burger
with his left hand, the right one never left his inflated cock head. He
continued squeezing his rod, the activity was enough to take him over the
top and he began to spew forth cum. Chris had straightened his legs as his
orgasm took hold and pointed his cock to the ground. Cum splashed to the
ground.  The kids opposite pointed and loudly reacted to the scene. All
watched to the end.  Chris turned his head to the right away from his
friends view and raised his right hand to his mouth and cleaned the cum
from his fingers, the last he had milked from his pulsing cock.  Noise
continued from the young lads oppposite. Mick told Chris not to worry about
them they are in grade 7 and the red headed kid who saw him first is the
young brother of one of the kids they were going to meet at the pool. Chris
dropped his head to his chest, he wanted to just be able to disappear.  The
boys finished their lunch and decided they should move to the pool. The
group stood to leave and move from behind the table. When Chris stood it
was obvious he had no briefs on, his chubbed prick had swollen the front of
his shorts, the outline of his prick visible through the white nylon
material especially where there was a large wet spot and where some cum had
got caught into the material. It was unmistakenly cum. Chris stayed to the
front of the line of boys leaving the reataurant, his hands covering his
crotch. As he passed the table of young lads the red headed kid said to
Mick that he would see him down the pool. Chris shook his head but kept
walking.

The boys arrived at the pool and quickly found their mates gathered
together under a large tree on a grassed area to the far side of the pool.
They dropped their belongings to the ground and those needing to change
into their swimmers moved to the change rooms. Six of the group of ten
moved into the change rooms. Sinclair followed Michael and closely behind
Chris.  Michael took his swimmers from the bag and quickly stripped from
his gear and pulled on his swimmers, nobody realised he was chnaging it was
sall done so quickly. Sinclair and Chris had sat thmeselves on the bench
seat and begun to talk about things in general beforer commencing to
change.  The other 3 boys changed their gear and Mick said to Chris and
Sinclair they would see them outside, ansd not to do anything they
shouldn't. At this remark Sinclair and Chris both blushed, even though
nothing untoward had happened.

Chris had already seen Sinclair naked and with a hardon but Chris was
intoxicated and it was late, he now watched him strip his clothes to put on
his swimmers. Chris noticed for the first time how very dark skinned
Sinclair was, as if he had a super tan and the season was only just
beginning. Sinclair had his back turned to Chris and Chris noted how smooth
and hairless Sinclair's legs were and that his arse had no signs of hair on
it either.  Sinclair had a chestnut brown torso and legs but his arse where
the sun never shone was a faint coffee colour. Sinclair's perfect globes
were exquisitely rounded and seemed to be two moulded mounds of muscle, no
dimples but indented on the side of the glute. Chris had never been so
taken with another boys arse, he had never taken such careful note of how
it was out together. Sinclair began to step inot his swimmers and in doing
so turned towards Chris. Chris studied him feet head to crotch and when the
swimmers were in place continued his study over the stomach ,chest up to
his face and hair. Chris noted Sinclair had a dark patch of pubic hair
above his flacid 3.5 inch cock (85mm). He had no other hai on his body, not
on his legs,nor no treasure trail on his stomach nor hair to his chest.
Sinclair had flat stomach with narrow waist, he lookedd very
athletic. Chris moved his eyes to look at Sinclair and noticed for the
first time how very black were Sinclair's pupils, like pools of oil. He had
a strong face, not manly but that of a sporty male teen. Sinclair wastopped
with jet black hair, so black in the light it was nearly purple. Sinclair
raised his arms to indicate he was ready to go and Chris noted sparse black
hair under his arms.  Chris was overcome by the picture before him. He had
never noticed how striking Sinclair was, not muscley but lithe, agile
athletic. Chris stared taking in the sight, Sinclair, standing before him
also in white speedos, glowing chestnut tan and rakish body. Chris noticed
how Sinclair's package did not bulge out but was high lighted by the nylon
costume. Chris could not understand being so taken in by the sight of
Sinclair but he was.

"You going to get changed or you just going to keep staring through me,"
asked Sinclair.

This brought Chris out of his dream and he immediately pulled off his t and
down his footy shorts and began rumbling through the bag for his
swimmers. Normally he would have got them out first but he wasn't thinking
clearly right now. Whislt he fumbled it gave Sinclair the opportunity to
return the close inspection Chris had made of him. Sinclair began to harden
at the sight before him.  He saw this well developed muscley kid from the
bush with a golden tan, blonde treasure trail, blonde bush of pubes and oh
my god! Fuck what is that thing!  Sinclair gaped open mouth at the sight of
Chris'appendage. Chris was facing Sinclair as he changed but was not aware
of Sinclair watching him.

"You got to be shitting me." Sinclair declared." Fuck how big is that
thing. You have to get tired carrying it."

With that Chris immediately covered himself by quickly pulling up his
swimmers and tucking away his bundle. "Please don't say anything," Chris
said to Sinclair.

"Mate I don't have to say anything nobody can miss it. For fuck sake don't
crack a stiffy."

But it was too late, with the words from Sinclair Chris had begun to
inflate. It did not reach normal epic proportions but enough to stretch and
cause his speedos to hang forwardd and down from the pressure inside. It
was obvious that under the white cover there was a real treasure to be had,
enough to feast for all. Chris turned his back to Sinclair allowing
Sinclair to note the beginning of the cleft to Chris arse, Sinclair began
to harden. Both boys turned to face each other, both in white speedos, both
presenting an erotic sight in each their own right.

"Come on, we better get outside or they going to reckon we been up to
something." Sinclair said.

Chris followed Sinclair from the change shed, walking closely behind him as
to provide shelter of the sight of his laden crotch.  As the boys
approached the tree under which the group had parked themselves the boys
threw their towels and bags under the tree and raced and dived into the
pool. No one to their knowledge, had seen anything untoward. The boys swam
and played with the group, most of the time Sinclair was their target. He
was continually taunted verbally being called all manner of things
including fag, and physically rumbled. Sinclair did not react, he was used
to this from the first time he entered the school some 3 years ago. His
mates were always doing things to him, but he didn't mind because they
didn't mean it and they were good blokes.  Apart from that the other groups
of kids in their grade were nerds or freaks, at least Sinclair thought so,
and he wanted to be part of the in crowd.

After 20 minutes of swimming around together the two boys left the pool,
laid out their towels on the grass and lay alongside each other and began
to talk.

As they with questions to each other slowly determined their levels of
trust and what they could answer honestly but without embarassment the two
boys began to inadvertently build a relationship bond. Chris continued to
stare into the eyes of Sinclair and became emotionally lost in the black
still ponds. He could see his reflection. He thought he could see into
Sinclair's soul. Sinclair in turn kept his eyes roaming Chris' full body,
from tip of his head to the bottom of his thick strong legs, resting on the
crotch on each pass. The boys told of their past, Sinclair how he was an
only child and all the hang ups that brought, especially the need to be
part of something. How he hated going home each day to an empty house
waiting for his parents to arrive home from work at about 7.30 to 8.00 pm
each night. He poured his soul to Chris of how lonely he could become, how
he sought other boys company, how he longed for a true friend in whom he
could confide. A true friend with whom he could share his inner most
thoughts, his feelings, someone he could do things with, a real special
friend. In return he would be the same to that person. Everyone needs
someone you can trust, confess their inner self to, turn to for physical
and emotional support.  Sinclair explained how his parents gave him
whatever he wanted to keep him happy, but it didn't.  He told Chris how he
would stare at himself naked in the mirror trying to understand who he was.
He laid bare his soul to Chris an Chris responded. Chris reached out to
Sinclair took his hand, looked him squarely in the eyes and told him he
would be his true friend, his soul mate because he too sought the same
thing and he too had things to discuss, personal things, feelings,
confessions.  Chris told Sinclair of his family, his brother, the farm, his
friends in the bush and how he had been sent to Sydney and was on a good
behaviour bond. He told him of his fear of going to prison, he told him of
his fear of being rejected, of being unsuccessful. He told him how he
longed to make friends in Sydney, people he could be as one with. The two
looked into each others eyes and mouthed their commitment to be true
friends, no matter what, to be there, to shoulder each others problems and
to help each other overcome adversity.

Their attention from their tryst was diverted as Michael and Ando returned
from the pool and called them to the pool to participate in a game of cock
fights. They would be able to do this because it was only the beginning of
the season and there were few at the pool let alone in swimming, they had
the pool virtually to themselves. Cock fighting called for the boys to
break into pairs, and one to sit on the shoulders of the other, sitting
one's crotch firmly against the neck of the boy on the bottom and with ones
legs hanging over his partners chest and around under his arms and secure
your position with your feet at your partners back. The horse or the
partner on the bottom could also hold onto his partners legs and hold him
from being unseated when the pairs went into their joust trying to unseat
each team. The last team standing was the winner. The role of the base was
then reversed with the base becoming the jockey and vice versa. The six
groups of boys quickly got into the spirit of the game.  Sinclair was
Chris' partner and with Chris strength Sinclair was able to boldly launch
at his opponents. As the activity continued with the boys bouncing their
crotches into the back of the neck of their partner, Sinclair developed a
hardon, one which his horse , in this case Chris, could feel every time
Sinclair moved, he could feel the movement of balls moving within their
pouch and the firm rod poking him in the back of his neck, he reacted
accordingly and grew an intense boner. Whilst Sinclair had his poking Chris
in the neck Chris had this raging hardon now poking its throbbing, leaking,
bulbous round head over the top of his swimmers. He was in water up to his
waist, he didn't want to blow his load. He had lost control again, his
penis was thinking for itself. It got down to three pair left, each now
manouvering around in attempts to get an advantage over the over. Meanwhile
Michael an Ando who had been unseated early in proceedings had taken to
swimming under the contestants grabbing and groping in an attempt to put
them off the game. Michael groped John Baker, he always had a hardon, all 5
inches (125mm), it made no difference to him he was used to the
distraction. Ando swam down to grope Chris, he saw the head, as if a
periscope, out from cover and looking about. he surfaced, took air, and
again dived, the water must be magnifying what he was looking at. It wasn't
everything else was the same size, just not this cock he was transfixed to,
Chris was none the wiser he had an observer.  The game continued, now there
were only two pair, Sinclair on Chris' shoulders and John Baker with Bill
Mahoney, a red headed kid, on Bakers shoulders.

Ando alerted Michael to what he had seen under water. They both swam down
for a showing. The two pair of boys came together, thrashing about in the
water pushing and shoving. Amidst this was Michael, he put his hand to
Chris' speedos and undid the tie cord and pulled it free. Chris felt the
pulling at his waist but thought nothing of it, just part of the rough and
tumble. Chris was none the wiser during the contest with the other
boys. Sinclair thrust his fist to the air in triumph over the group,
avowing the team of himself and Chris unbeatable, unshakeable and able and
willing to take all challenges. Sinclair dismounted Chris' shoulders and
Chris also made a victory leap. As his speedo waist cleared the water line
the weight of the water dragged against his speedos and they fell to his
knees. He was in the air with his cock showing from one side and his pert
rounded arse cheeks the other. He wasn't exposedd for long but enough for
several of the boys to notice including Michael and Ando at the front and
Sinclair looking to his arse cheeks.

"Have you seen that thing?' asked Ando. "Fuck he's got some."

"Runs in the family." bragged Michael

"Bullshit Mick, I seen yours and you don't rate compared to that schlong."

"You never seen my cock." Michael denied to Ando.

"Wake up, of cause I seen you. Last time you were wasted you fell over with
your cock out. Baker put it away after he had played a tune on it."

"You shittin me." Michael exploded.

"True mate. Nothin really happened. Just Baker being Baker and puttin on a
show." Ando responded.

"I'm not gay and only one person touches my cock, me." Michael was now
fuming."I'll get him."

Meanwhile Chris was searching for the tie cord to his swimmers. Everytime
he jumped up or forward his swimmers pulled down exposing his rump at
least.

"OK everyone reverse positions. Round 2" yelled Ando.

All the boys who took the role of steed in the first round now became the
mounted fighter.  Baker mounted Mahoney, Michael mounted Ando, Chris
mounted Sinclair and the other 3 pair also swapped positions. The battle
began. With Chris now sitting on Sinclairs shoulders and with no cord to
hold his speedos tight the waist was loose fitting and inclined to move
away from Chris' lower abdomen exposing his pubic hair and glimpses of
cock.

The boys actively jousted the opposing teams and with the movement of
Chris' cock and balls bouncing and rubbing against Sinclair's neck it
caused Chris to become quite chubbed. Without the tie cord for his swimmers
and the weight and pressure of Chris' appendage, Chris' swimmers moved away
from his abdomen giving full sight of his now excited penis. Sinclair could
feel the large testes moving against his lower neck but he could also feel
into the back of his neck and ear the large bulbous cock head which
belonged to his jockey.  Sinclair was as hard as he had ever been. This was
his most erotic moment. Sinclair was losing concentration of what he was
doing thinking of Chris not the opponents. He also didn't think of Ando who
had again been unseated and swam up under him and pull down Sinclair's
speedo to his ankles. Ando looked directly into Sinclair's erect penis with
balls now semi floating and moving freely in the water. Ando grabbed hold
of Sinclair's shaft with force, using it as a tether pulled him towards the
swimout area. Chris swivelled on Sinclair's shoulders but Sinclair realised
where he was being led and dropped Chris off his shoulders and pulled back
against Ando's grip. Chris fell into the shallow water with his costumes
again dragging down over his rounded arse. Sinclair grabbed frantically to
pull up his swimmers before anyone could see him exposed. Bill Ando was
exploding with laughter. Baker and mahoney won the second round and Chris
and Sinclair told the others they were getting out of the pool to rest for
a while. The others continued to romp in the pool, Chris and Sinclair
returned to their towels on the grassed area and lay down facing one
another and resumed the personal talk they were having before being called
to participate in the pool games.

Chris lay on his right side with his arm stretched at length and acting as
a pillow for his head. His left leg rested on top of his right. He faced
Sinclair who was in the mirror reverse position except he had his left arm
bent at the elbow and head propped on his left hand. This had the effect of
Sinclair looking down on Chris. They lay close to each other and were able
to speak in hushed tones.  Chris always pushed his package to the left and
with Chris lying on his right side the package pushed out to the right
causing the top of Chris speedos to yawn open away from his abdomen giving
a clear sight of his pubic bush and part of the tube. Sinclair spoke to
Chris but his eyes never left the sight at Chris' crotch. Chris lay
chatting to Sinclair involved in their conversation unaware of the show he
was now providing. With the afternoon sun glinting on their bodies Sinclair
was mesmerised by the golden shimmer of happy trail and light dusting of
blonde hair on Chris' body. Sinclair was dry mouthed.  The scene to him was
a dream. Chris continued talking, Sinclair not really listening, but
obsessed with the sight before him, the gold blonde hair, the beautiful
body, the pubic bush the sight of a piece of thick hose, he strained in his
speedos. Listening only to his inner emotions Sinclair reached across the
space between the two boys and with his right hand gently took hold of
Chris'right nipple and started to feel it between his fingers. The brown
nipple the size of a five cent coin, raised from the pec muscles on the
chest, he took the nub of it and massaged it between thumb and fore
finger. Sinclair was lost within himself. He closed his eyes, his
imagination on fire.

"What the fuck you doing." Chris snapped as he drew away from Sinclair and
breaking Sinclair's touch.  "I'm not queer. You got it wrong." Chris looked
down and saw Sinclairs prick pushing out from his crotch. "I'm not a
bitch." and with that jumped to his feet, his swimmers drooping onto his
hips exposing the top of his pubic bush and only being held in place by the
jutting package they encased.  "What happened to the cord off my cossies."
Chris stood confused, staring down at Sinclair. Chris was surprised more
than angry. He had not understood how this just happened.  Tears welled in
Sinclairs eyes, he was lost.


To be continued.


P.S. I'm not trying to confuse issues but my cousin with whom I'm staying
is Michael and Sinclair (his surname) is also Michael, that's just the way
it happened.

To those of you who have responded thank you for your positive
encouragement it is most gratifying.  Should you wish to comment or ask any
questions I will endeavour to answer in a timely fashion.

Chris