Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 22:54:34 -0800 (PST)
From: christian lee <christiantlee2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris - New Life - Chapt 7

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.

Chapt 6

"No thanks, you just want to put it on" Chris smiled back to Sinclair.

Chris had no sooner put on the boxers when he flopped onto the end of the
bed, looked at Sinclair and said" I can't wear these home, Mick told me not
to."

"What. What shit you goin' on with. What's MIck got to do with you wearing
boxers.

Chris lay backwards onto the bed, his feet still on the ground, covered his
eyes with his arms and said "MIchael tells me what I can wear and do. If I
don't he'll put me in."

Sinclair only half registered what Chris had said for when Chris lay back
onto the bed this placed pressure on the boxers, pulling open the fly front
exposing a sight of pube and penis.  Sinclair stared at the gaping open
space and the sight it presented, he began to harden.  Chris didn't move ,
he just lay on the bed, eyes covered, Sinclair stood stil, the only thing
moving was Sinclair's growing cock.



Continued


Chapter 7


Sinclair sat on the bed alondside of Chris. He saw tears running down
Chris' cheeks from under his arms across his face, he was silently
crying. Sinclair reached across and petted Chris on the shoulder and then
fondled his ears and around his chin and stroked his arms all the while
whispering to Chris to let it out, just let himself go, he was with his
best friend who would always be there for him.

"Thanks mate, you are my best friend, I need someone to be there for me."
Chris whispered

"Always, anything you want." Sinclair whispered back to Chris, and moved
close to Chris'ear and gently kissed it.

Chris made no move to get away from Sinclair he remained lying on the bed
with his feet on the floor arms still crossed over his eyes. He lay
still. Sinclair continued his touching of Chris.  Chris felt the bed beside
him move, he didnot look to see what was happening, he now had his eyes
closed seeking inner peace. Sinclair moved from the bed and removed his
boxer shorts.  The bed moved again as Sinclair returned to Chris'
side. Sinclair reached out and stroked across Chris' chest. He casually
brushed his fingertips over the 5 cent sized brown nipples, Chris did not
pull away or move in any way. Chris seemed relaxed. Sinclair continued to
gently glide his hand over the nipples now taking them more in his fingers
and gently kneading them. Sinclair felt the nipples become hard with the
small teet standing upright from the chest. He moved closer to Chris, their
bodies were touching. Sinclair continued with one hand on a nipple and the
other wandering down to Chris' belly button and surrounds. His fingers left
the nipple and began stroking the inner thigh, Chris moaned, he was now
fully erect, with his pole extending through the open fly extending as if a
flag pole had been raised to claim new land. It was strong, it was hard, it
was prominent, but Sinclair didnot touch it. He continued to stroke the
inner thigh with his fingers brushing against the swollen testes, each
touch bringing a squirm of pleasure from Chris. Sinclair moved his fingers
to the blonde bush surrounding his final target. He ran his fingers through
the hair as he would through the hairs on a cat's tail. His movement was
gentle, each touch now brought a groan or movement from Chris. Sinclair
took hold of Chris' penis, gently closing his hand to make a fist around
this wondrous thing. His hand could not close around it, Sinclair gently
moved his hand the full length, resting momentarily when he reached the
tip.  Precum was flowing, across the head, around the slit, down the lenth,
precum was spread as the lubricant. It flowed freely and Sinclair continued
to slowly administer his hand action.

Chris had now moved his arms from over his eyes and dropped them onto the
bed by his side, in so doing one hand coming into contact with Sinclair's
abdomen. Chris did not pull away as previously would have happend but
continued to feel his way and explore Sinclairs body.  Sinclair stopped
stroking Chris' cock and rose from the bed.

"No please don't stop, please." Chris called as he felt Sinclair rise from
the bed.

"Shhshh, lift your arse." Sinclair responded and Chris felt pressure on his
boxers, and as he raised from the bed his boxers slid down his legs to be
thrown across the room.

Both boys were now fully naked, both with copious streams of precum
flowing. Chris lay with his eyes closed as if in some dream over which he
had no control. Sinclair did not return to Chris' side but lay directly on
top of Chris face to face, chest to chest, abdomen to abdomen, cock to
cock. The two slid further up the bed, now fully lying on the
mattress. Chris kept his eyes closed in some hope of detachment, Sinclair
raised himselff slightly with his arms, looked straight at the face of
Chris and moved to seal his lips over Chris'. Chris groaned the two moved
their faces closer to each other making the kiss forceful and passionate. A
tongue went from one to the other searching for quarry. One met the other
and the two pushed against each other as if trying to establish
dominance. Both were consumed in their embrace. As they kissed the upper
body began moving against the lower. Stomachs rubbed together , as did
chests as did cocks.  Sinclair moved as if trying to fuck a non existent
hole. They writhed together, precum freely coated each others cocks. They
continued their embrace, feelings neither had ever contemplated could
exist. Chris' could take no more and his cum spewed forth in what seemed
great torrents.  Sinclair continued his sliding action on top, he felt
Chris' cum on him and he too lost control and ejaculated his greatest ever
load, testifying to his feelings of euphoria. The boys slowly moved their
bodies together now glued together by their shared body fluids. Sinclair
stopped moving and rested his head against the cheek of Chris, they held
each other in a tight embrace.  Neither one seemingly wanting to break the
embrace for fear they may have to confront what just happened. For several
minutes both boys lay in their position, neither moving , neither saying
anything.  Each one mentally taking note of their feelings and trying to
come to terms with what just happened.

"I love you," croaked Sinclair" You're not mad are you."

For a moment Chris didnot answer then " No, thanks for being there for me."

The two rolled apart cum covering each from chest to crotch. Sinclair
reached down to his prick and milked and dregs of cum from it. He took his
fingers coated in the cum and rubbed them on Chris'lips, Chris did not
object. Sinclair took the same fingers and scooped at little more cum from
his stomach and drew it across Chris' cheeks and forehead. Chris smiled at
him. He reached down again taking some more from his body and raised his
hand rubbing cum through the close cropped blonde hair of Chris.

"I now annoint you as mine and declare my undying love for you." Sinclair
said as if performing some religious ceremony.

The two lay back side by side holding hands and rested. They lay for some
time, Chris looking at the ceiling, Sinclair running his fingers over
Chris, both boys beginning to chub again. They lay so long the cum was
drying on them. Sinclair felt himself beginning to leak cum again, fingered
it away from his cum tap and again painted it over the top of Chris' upper
lip. Chris could not see himself but he was now a vision of spent cum from
head to matted pubic hair. He lay his head on Sinclair's shoulder.

"No one must know Sinclair, or I'm fucked." Chris quietly said to Sinclair.

Sinclair continued to stroke his fingers over Chris and every so often
gather more cum from his or Chris' leaking cock and deposit more cum onto
Chris' face. Chris again smiled at Sinclair, not objecting to be painted in
their shared cum. Chris was nearly back to his fully erect self.

"What's going on between you and Mick, " Sinclair asked as he continued his
finger movements.

After some time and cajoling by Sinclair Chris told him the full story of
what had happened in the bush, why he was in Sydney, his good behaviour
bond, and the videos Michael had of him and his threats of releasing them
to the school and to adults. He explained how this would see him in
reformatory so he had no choice but to go along. He hadn't meant to hit
mIck and knew that would cause shit yet to come. Sinclair suggested telling
his parents for help and Chris reacted saying he must never tell anyone as
it would only cause more shit than he was already in. Michael would get
square, so tell no one. Sinclair promised it to be between them.

Chris asked Sinclair for directions to the bathroom Sinclair responded"
What you want to wash away our love paint."

"No, I want to have a piss." Chris quipped back, " I'll never wash this
off." and laughed

Sinclair took Chris to the door and directed him down the hall to the
toilet. He watched as his naked lover walked down the hall, and admired the
body before him, he couldn't imagine how lucky he was the way things had
worked out. He watched Chris get to the toilet and he re entered \his
bedroom and pushed closed the door. He thought to himself he was jealous of
Michael for having videos of Chris , he wished he did. He lay back on his
bed gently pulling on his penis, he was at peace with the world. He closed
his eyes reliving the past hour. He hardened to his full length. He
continued his slow stroking, precum oozed from his tip, he moved it to his
lips.

He was violently stirred from his memories by the sounds of yelling and
screaming. He bounded from his bed as Chris threw open the bedroom door and
bolted into the room. He was closely followed by this screaming
woman. Sinclair's mother, his folks were home. He had forgotten about them
in the moment. She had met Chris in the hall as he left the toilet and she
entered the hallway on her way to see her son. Chris flustered had pushed
past her in the hall to get into Sinclair's room. He was naked , he had
touched her. The two boys stood before her, Mr Sinclair appeared at the
door, what was all the fuss. His eyes fixed on the two naked boys standing
side by side at the bed. mrs Sinclair was in uncontrolled rage. The boys
moved to grab the sheet to cover themselves

"No, stay as you are. Joan go to the kitchen and make a pot of tea. I'll be
down after we talk this through." Joaned went to respond" Do as I say I
will handle this. Now please go to the kitchen."

The two boys stood closely together, Sinclair had lost his erection however
Chris retained a semi erection which could not be missed. His prick was
thinking for itself again. Mr Sinclair moved to within a metre ( 3 feet )
of the boys and looked at them. Sinclair started to tear up. The dried cum
was obvious of each boy.

"Enjoy yourselves did you. My son and his alternate mate.' Mr Sinclair
said.' I hope you didn't make any mess in your bed although looking at you
most of the mess is on you."

Neither boy answered they stood with their head bowed. The only head not
bowed was that of Chris' cock.

"That's a very impressive appendage you have there lad." Mr Sinclair
observed," I don't recall ever seeing a penis of that proportion on any of
my patients."

Chris looked at Mr Sinclair then across to Sinclair not understanding what
was just said.

"I didn't tell you dad is a doctor and also doctor for the local football
club." Michael Sinclair explained. " Sorry I hadn't got round to discussing
parents. You know what I mean"

"So you two have been exploring, nothing dangerous I hope." Doctor dad
asked " So what brought this on?"

The doctor sat on the bed and pointed for the boys to do the same. Chris
again went to cover himself but the doctor told him to stay as he was and
then pointed to a spot on the bed alongside him to sit. The boys obeyed. As
the boys discussed what had happened and the lead up to everything the
doctor dad dropped his hand on Chris' thigh and was gently and slowly
moving it back and forth along his leg. At the same time he allowed his
fingers to fall down his thigh so when he got to the top of the thigh the
fingers would come into contact with the ball sack and the side of the
penis, it had the desired effect. Sinclair watched as his father spoke and
stroked. He had never seen his father with others like this before.
Sinclair had a feeling of jealousy towards Chris but also trepidation. His
dad only ever did things between them, never so anybody else would see his
display of physical contact with his son and definitely never an outsider.

Mr S rose from the bed slapping Chris on the thigh.  "I'll go and explain
it to your mother.Look guys I understand, when I was at school I had a few
meetings with guys from school until I sorted my self out. Its what boys
do. Just make sure you're only ever with someone you know and it is always
safe. Nothing goes inside if its not covered, understood. What you're doing
is not considered acceptable but I do understand, I just hope I can make
your mother understand it si part of a boy's sexual development"

"Thanks dad." Sinclair replied

As Mr S rose from the bed he noticed the imprint of the sneaker on Chris'
ribs and bent to inspect it, and as he pushed his finger to the bruised
area Chris withdrew from the pain.

"What happened here." asked the doc

Before Chris could make any excuses Sinclair told his father the whole
story, getting stripped at the pool, making Michael's nose bleed, Chris
being assaulted. Before he could tell who assaulted Chris , Chris stepped
forward and said he didn't know the kids who did it. The doc asked to see
his injuries. Chris stood and showed his side to the doctor, he didn't tell
him the rest.

"And he got kicked in the cods and up the ring." added Sinclair.

"really," said the doc, "well we need to have a look at them because
injuries in those places are easy to incur and can be dangerous. Let me get
changed first then you can come to my study and I'll have a look."

Chris objected but the doc would hear nothing of it, calling back he would
give him a call in half hour or so to come down to the study. Chris glared
at Sinclair, he didnot want all this trouble.

The doc went and spoke at length to Sinclair's mother explaining to her
whilst it wasn't desireable what the boys had done, it wasn't unusual and
lots of boys experiment at that age and do so until they sort out their
sexuality. Mrs Sinclair thought they were deviates but expressed you could
expect nothing else from men, willing to take any sex any where they could
get it. The doc just nodded his head and further explained this tryst may
last one day or how ever long but not to harp at their son about it as it
would only drive him underground with his actions. Always better they knew
what he was doing so they could at least talk to him. Better they invite
the partner not shun them. Fully involve the partner in any family
activity, treat them as an accepted member of the family. Make it
understood their actions were acceptable. Reluctantly Mrs S agreed and
added

"I don't want them openly doing things in front of us, or making any mess
anywhere. I don't approve of homosexuality it's not Christian" and with
that resumed preparing dinner. Mr S went to his bedroom and changed into a
pair of shorts and a t.

He called to Chris to come to his study. Chris left Sinclairs bedroom and
sheepishly found the study and entered but stayed at the door.

"Come in come in I am a doctor you know, whatever I'm going to see of yours
I've already seen it before."

Chris moved from the doorway to the centre of the room.

"Ok strip off and let's have a look at you." the doc instructed.

Chris had borrowed a pair of shorts from Sinclair and although not his size
did at least fit him reasonably. Chris hesitated as he pushed the shorts to
his lower hips.

"I've already seen what you got remember, and you look a lot better without
all that juice over you."

Chris pushed the shorts over his rump to drop to the floor. He bent to pick
up the shorts showing the doctor a clear view of his puckered hole.

"OK hop up here and let me inspect you."

Chris climbed onto the desk in the doctors office and lay rock still. The
doctor inspected his ribs and expressed concern they may be cracked and
enquired as to any discomfort when he moved about or when he took deep
breaths. Chris told the doc there was only the odd shooting type pain but
it was feeling better than when it was first done to him. Next the doctor
instructed him to role over onto his stomach and lie with his head cradled
in his arms. Chris did as instructed. The doc then took hold of Chris
'ankles and spread them further apart leaving a gap between ankles of about
60cm(2 feet) . The doctor questioned Chris about what was done to him
whilst at the same time slowly running his hands across Chris taut butt
cheeks. Chris could feel himself starting to grow and the pressure of his
body lying on top of his erection sandwiched between a hard desk top made
Chris start to move about trying to relieve the uncomfortable feeling. The
doc could feel Chris squirming through his hand on his rump and asked what
the trouble was. Chris tried to explain it wasn't important but he was just
a bit uncomfortable down there. The doctor acknowledged what Chris said,
walked around behind him and between his legs reached forward under his
crotch, took hold of a handful of genitals and pulled them out towards him
thereby releasing Chris'package from the table and now clearly exposed and
hanging out between his legs. The doc held them for a minute or so then
released his hold. Chris was quickly growing to his full mass. The doc
noticed and simply patted the prominent knob looking at him. The doc moved
over the top of Chris' two round cheeks and pulled them apart. He saw the
bruise on the butt cheeks from the kick, he saw the puckered pink hole, he
saw the few growing hairs around the hole. The doc sprang an erection. He
reached into his desk drawer and without drew a tube of lubricant, at the
same time explaining to Chris he was going to make an internal examination
of his rectum. He explained to Chris this was necessary as severe force
could cause internal rupture which would have severe consequences.  The doc
did not pull on a glove but squeezed lubricant over the puckered hole, and
over his left hand fingers. The feel of the cool gel on the hole caused
Chris to tighten his hole but at the same time feel an exhilaration, his
cock leaked precum. The doc noticed the emission. Chris' tightened his hole
body. The doc did not reach deeply into the morass but chose to slidein and
out in the first 50mm (2 inches). After some time the doc sensed Chris was
relaxing and informed him he needed to go a touch deeper to ensure
everything was sound. The doc inserted his second finger and pushed deeper,
Chris tensed and moaned, he had lost all self control. The doc continued to
drive the two fingers deeper into Chris until finding his target, the
hidden nub of sexual stimupation. Each time he pushed the button Chris
groaned and thrust his body back against the invading fingers, tightening
his anal muscle against he intruders. Precum was now a constant flow. The
doc made several more pushes against Chris' prostate and declared it
required ongoing monitoring. Chris was no longer listening. The doc
withdrew his fingers, squeezed some more lubricant to his hand and gently
applied it to the exposed cock and balls.  Chris was in an elevated sexual
state and had no concept of what was happening around or to him.

"OK Chris roll over onto your back and we can wrap this up, lets have a
look at your genitals and just make sure you have no ruptures or burst
blood vessels there".

Chris finally responded to the doc's instruction after the doc bent to his
ear and again repeated himself. Chris was fully erect but showed no
inhibitions now, he lay exhibiting his organs not with his usual modesty
but without thinking simply swamped by lust. The doc took hold of his
testes and rolled each ball in his fingers, each ministration causing Chris
to tighten and throb.  The doc then took hold of Chris' cut penis, circling
his knob with his fingers and simply working his glans. He was impressed at
the organ in his hand. He had never seen anything the like of it on any age
male, and he had seen many. He moved the penis foward to look at the
prominent blue vein running the length of the shaft, a wonder on one so
young. The balls withdrew up to the sack, the legs straightend, the penis
locked solid and then as if in slow motion jet after jet of cum was
propelled from Chris' straining aching penis, releasing a load unimagined
possible by the doc.  The front of the doc was covered in cum, his cock
strained within his shorts. He pushed his hand to his crotch as if seeking
relief, he knew he could not do more tonight with his quarry.

"Ok Chris you look like you may be ok, I will give your parents a call tell
them you're staying here tonight and we can review you again in the
morning. If you choose not to stay here I would have to recommend to them
you go to hospital."

"You can't they mustn't know what happened." Chris excitedly said

"You got to tell them something." the doc said.

"Can't we tell them I'm just staying over."

"OK, but I do need to re examine in the morning, I'm still concerned about
your ribs and rectum.  Do you want me to call your folks or do you want to
call."

"No I'll do it, they might want to talk to you after. What will MrS say."

"Don't you worry let's call your parents."

The doc reached across the still naked boy, picked up the phone from the
desk and handed it to Chris to ring home. Within five minutes both Chris
and Mr Sinclair had spoken to Chris' aunty Mary and he was right to stay
the night but to make sure he was home by mid day because they had some
final shopping to do for school on Tueday."

"OK Chris off to bed you go, see you in the morning." Chris reached to get
his shorts and pull them on," Leave them there you won't need them, I think
you and Michael would soon have them off anyway" The doc smiled, smacked
Chris on the rump, opened the study door. See you in the morning."

Chris did not hesitate, pleased to leave the doc with his obvious erection
standing in his shorts, ignored the rump slap, smiled then raced out the
door to Sinclair's bedroom to tell him he was staying the night. Chris
burst through the bedroom door, catching Sinclair by surprise, sitting on
the net, in front of his net cam chatting and slowly pulling on his
cock. Chris entered, Sinclair stopped what he was doing as if a rabbit
caught in the headlights and trapped.

"What you doing?" Chris questioned surprised at what Sinclair was up to.

"Ah, um, I was just, talking to a mate of mine.'Sinclair explained. The net
cam continued on, Chris was unaware it was operating.


Chris moved close to Sinclair to gain a better sight of the screen, he
began to read the text.  As he stood reading a message appeared on the
screen "Fuck man who owns the cock. Show me who. Hot man"

In a pop up an onscreen appears someone jerking off.

"Fuck Sinclair you are twisted man." as Chris moved behind Sinclair out of
camera line.

Sinclair closed the screen without signing off, looked up at Chris, then at
his state of dress and focused on his penis. "How did your exam go, what
did dad do."

"He was ok." Chris explained," he just looked where I got kicked."

"Nothing out of the ordinary.' Sinclair probed

"No all cool, just said I had to stay the night, which I am and he'll have
another look tomorrow just to make sure nothing ruptures."

"OK, good, so you right to stay." Sinclair cautiously asked

"It's cool bloke. Your old man told me to come up here like this cause he
said you would only get me naked anyway."

"Lets go to bed, I got things I need to do." Sinclair grinned.

"Yeah and I'm fucked" replied Chris

"Not yet." said Sinclair and moved to the side of the bed and pulled down
the sheets, he was naked and showing wood.

"I got to go to the bathroom, you got a toothbrush I can use." Chris asked

"I'll do it with you."

Naked, hand in hand the two boys moved down the hall to the bathroom to
complete nightly ablutions. They had no thought of being caught, their
feelings for each other were well known.  At least at home Sinclair could
be comfortable. The boys completed the tasks. Sinclair reached down and
attempted to take Chris by the penis and lead him back to their bedroom.

"I can find my way. Wait will you." Chris said. As the boys reached the
bedroom and climbed into bed together, both naked, both satisfied, Chris
rose on one elbow looked at Sinclair and asked" Mate tell me to but out if
you want but there's something I don't understand.'

"There's lots of things I don't understand, especially tonight and how easy
we got out of it, I couldn't believe the old man's reaction. That was
cool. He was good for you with the exam"

"Unfucking believeable, he was really understanding. Wish my folks were
that understanding"

"What do you want to know." asked Sinclair

Chris pulled the covers off the two boys and said" Look at our skin right,
I'm pretty tan but where there's no sun like I'm pink, look at my dick, but
you you're dark brown and where the sun don't shine you're still coffee
colour including your dick."

"And"

"Both your oldies are dead white, like man you just so different to them,
even your looks.  Who you reckon you take after."

Sinclair pulled the covers back over them snuggled into Chris and explained
to him his background and how he came to live in Australia, in his current
situation. He explained he was born in India with Mr Sinclair's brother his
father and his mother was a native of India. Four years ago they were
travelling by car when they were involved in an accident and his parents
were deceased. His uncle arranged for him to come to Australia and be his
guardian and had looked after him ever since. He explained Mr Sinclair was
very good to him, very warm and sensitive showing him care and attention
whereas Mrs Sinclair was more stand offish and whilst she was good to him
she never expressed any love for him. Mr Sinclair would hold him and
instigate physical contact and close emotion, Mrs S was more a distant
relative. That's why the dark skin, nobody else at school knows and
Sinclair explained this was between just them. He snuggled into Chris and
ran his hand across his chest to gather the feel of those pert
nipples. Chris lie on his back allowing Sinclair access to any part he
desired.

"I won't tell nobody, but they never adopted you."

"Nah, but it don't matter they are really good to me , dad as I call him,
just has me do some things with him that helps him emotionally and he gives
me nearly everything I want.......including you."  Sinclair grinned a
cheeky grin and slid his mouth over Chris and began to passionately kiss
his love.

Chris broke the kiss," How come you can speak English and not Indian."

"You are a fucking dope, you know that, MIck's right. I went to an English
school, doh. there are a lot of them in India. You do know India was an
English colony till 1948 and now is part of the Commonwealth. Remembere
they play cricket. I can speak a dialect of Indian." and with that Sinclair
resumed his exploring of Chris' mouth.



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