Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 23:20:21 EST
From: Joewilson583@aol.com
Subject: Chris Wake 4

For the next two weeks, my world was as barren and depressing as the
sahara.  Though I drove up and down Sunset and sat in front of his
grandmothers' house every day, I could not find him.  Except for vivid
memories, solidly imprinted on my libido, there was not a trace of him
anywhere.  With the opening of new sexual avenues, my hungers and needs
increased, frustration brought short temper and irritation.  Janet,
involved with a new lover and obsessed with guilt, thought she was
responsible for my depressed state.  We didn't discuss it.  She tried, but
I wasn't disposed to speak of MY new lover, when I didn't know where he
was, or what had happened to him.  The thought that he rejected my love,
and that he was gone out of my life, hung like a cloud that refused to
rain.

He is only a boy, I told myself, How could he be interested in me?  I
ignored the basic reason for our relationship, perhaps at the time I didn't
know what it was.

A week from the following Thursday, a most incredible thing happened.
Finally persuading myself that hs was gone, the oppressive clouds lifted.
I began to feel free of him, and the daily happenings of my life shifted
back into their normal patterns.  I was in my office, the top floor of one
of the tallest buildings in downtown L.A.  The sun defined the Hollywood
hills, spreading its light on the white dome of the planetarium.

Jerry came into my corner, the space designated as my office.  He was the
mail clerk that we had recently hired.  A handsome boy, young and
energetic, full of the optimism of his young years.  I saw him differently,
this day.  I felt a stirring in the loins, the challenge of new conquest.
A luscious and delightful hunger began its ascent.  I wondered what he
looked like naked.  'I must invite the boy to dinner,' I thought, 'Maybe
take him with me the next time I'm called out of town.'  My hard-on grew
harder.

As he handed me my mail, I touched his hand.  It was warm, firm and a
knowing smile flashed across his face as he glanced casually at my crotch.
He turned to leave the room.  I watched his buttocks rotate as he walked
away.  The fabric of his jeans clung to the curved and rounded cheeks.  He
was whistling.

Then he stopped and turned toward me, a shy grin on his face, "Is there
anything I can do for you, Mr Brent?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Eh, Jerry, what's that.....what do you mean?"  My voice was tight, clumsy,
a little guilt cropping up.  I was treading on new waters, in a world that
seemed to suddenly open up unexpected paths.  I wanted him.  I wanted the
comfort of his warm hard body next to mine.  Into mine?

The rays of the sun streaming through the window fell upon him, lighting
his hair with fire.

"Your hair, I said absently, "What color is it?'

"They call it copper."  Reaching for his tie he grinned. "You want to see
the rest of it?"

There was a challenge in the way he stood there, as though daring me to
make a request.

He rightly took my silent nod to be assent, and he pulled the door closed
and locked it.

"I like the way you look at me," he said simply, "I like it a lot."

Excitement flushed over me as I watched him take off his tie and his shirt.
he kicked his shoes away.  Oh my God, what is happening......a streak of
sharp pain coursed down my back.  An incredible hunger for him dried my
throat.

His belt was unloosened now.  He lowered the zipper and his slacks fell
away to the floor, and he stood there, a somewhat defiant expression on his
face.  Now try to stop what is happening between us, it said.  Stop it, if
you can.

His briefs were no more than a silken jockstrap that intensified the
excitement growing between us.  He stood, legs apart, his hips thrust
forward, offering his basket of swollen cock and low-hanging balls.

As he walked toward me I looked at this luscious young animal, his feline
body quivering in the golden sunlight.  He was half boy, half girl.  His
silken skin, the color of flushed clouds at dawn, was hairless.  His
nipples, pink as rose petals, were swollen as Janets were after the babies
suckled them.  He was next to me.  I saw the edge of pubic hair climbing
out of his briefs, enticing me to slip them over his rounded, feminine
hips.  He was so close to me that I could smell the perfume of his flower
garden body.

He knelt upon the floor, and bending forward, rested his head on my lap,
biting at the swollen cock trapped in my slacks.  He pulled at the zipper
with his teeth and reach inside.  When my soaring cock was exposed to the
air, he swallowed it into his mouth and began to suck.  I settled back in
my chair loving the exquisite pleasure he gave me.  And I prolonged it my
guiding his head with my hands, pulling him off when I was close, letting
him go back to my cock when it was safe to do so.

And then I could hold it off no longer.  The ejaculate spurted like bullets
from an automatic rifle.  AAAAAH GOD!  It was so sweet.  So complete.  And
he continued lapping until, finally, the pleasure turned to pain.

He looked at me with a shy grin that was most appealing.  "I liked that,"
he said simply.

"So did I."

He got up off his knees and reaching for his clothes he began to dress.  A
shy grin crossed his face, "We'll do it again, won't we, you and me?"

"Yes, we'll do it again, Jerry."

"Next time you'll take you clothes off.  We'll do it right next time.  It's
better if you're naked, too, like me, you know, like you become part of it
too."

I nodded.  I looked at my cock still sticking out of my fly.  it seem
independant of the rest of my body.  Though I felt satisfied in every way,
it was erect, demanding more loving.  He was dressed, his lips touched mine
in a tender kiss, and he walked toward the door.

"Maybe we could have dinner sometime," I said hopefully.

"Tonight?  Let's do it tonight," he cried, a smile flashed over his face,
"I'll cook dinner.  I'm good at that you know."

"You're good at a lot of things Jerry," I said thinking of his tongue
wrapped around my still hard cock, and wanting it again.  Yes, we'll do it
tonight, I said to myself.  "I'll let you know."

His smile was shy and self-abasing as he quietly opened the door and
slipped into the hall.  He closed it behind him, leaving me with thoughts
of wonder at how my life had turned its direction so quickly.  And so
drastically.

Then I saw it The postcard, sitting on the top of the pile of mail he had
brought.  Strange and insistent vibrations seemed to shoot out from the
small piece of cardboard.  The Thames and the Parliament building were
pictured on the face of it.  Before I picked it up, I knew it was from him.
I could almost hear the mocking laugh, see his lean, trim, naked body,
taste his hot salty piss as it struck my tongue.  My hand trembled as I
reached for it.  London!  How could he be in London?  And why?  Turning it
over, I looked at its message.  It was written in pencil.  Printed as a
child would print it.

   "Loving you and missing you, will be home
    next week.  Save it for me.....Chris."

Oh God!  God!  he's not gone from me.  He's coming back!  He loves me.  Oh
Jesus God!  I collapsed into my chair and closed my eyes.  The better to
see him, to thrill at the luscious vision of him.  And the image of sweet
Jerry kneeling before me, faded away......


Everything that happened that day seemed to have been programmed.  It was
as though it were the culmination of a predesigned plan, having the intent
to destroy me.  As I had read the card and digested its contents, the
telephone sounded.  I knew who it was.

His voice was low, timid, almost remorseful, "Hello?"

I broke down.  Something I promised myself I wouldn't do.  "Oh Chris!  I've
missed you so much," real tears traced down my cheeks.  "London!  Why were
you in London.  Couldn't you have told me you were going away.  I nearly
drove myself crazy looking for you."

"I know," he said in a penitent voice, "I'm, sorry, really I am.  I thought
you wouldn't like it.  Me going off on a trip with someone.  You know."
There was the rattle of a distant chuckle in his voice, self-conscience and
guilty.  "But the plans were made months ago, I had to go, really...."

"Where are you, Chris.  you said you'd see me next week.  I only just got
the card this morning."

"Well, I sent it last week.  I guess it takes a long time for mail from
England.  Look, I want to see you.....now.  I'm at my grandmothers."

"Alright, Chris, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"You can stay the afternoon, can't you."

I thought of my luncheon appointment in twenty minutes.  "Yes, Chris, I'll
stay the afternoon.  Let's have dinner together too.  Okay?"


He opened the door before I could reach for the bell.  Of course he was
naked.  How else would you greet a lover you had just spurned?  I quickly
stepped inside.  I didn't want to share his beautiful body with anyone, and
yes, he was beautiful, so perfect in every way.

He was hard.  His cock, out in a horizontal stance, pointing directly at
me. The foreskin had slipped back exposing the tip, where a love tear had
formed on the piss slit.  His arms slipped around me, pulling me to him in
a hug.  His mouth found mine and we kissed.  I could taste maryjane on his
tongue.  He held me there for a long time, while his hips ground his
swollen cock against my crotch.  Oh God, I wanted this so much.

He helped me take off my clothes, laughing and kissing each exposure of
hairy flesh.  When I was naked too, he got on his knees.  With a loving
tenderness he cupped my balls in his hands, and squeezing them gently, he
took my cock into his mouth and began to suck.  I fell back onto the floor
and he fell with me, never once losing the hold he had on my engorged cock.
Opening my eyes, I watched him as he devoured it with a lust that was out
of control.  And I wallowed in his horny hunger, igniting new fires of
pleasure in me.

I moved my hips up and down, pushing my cock deeper into his throat.  His
hands were on my ass-cheeks, helping me gain leverage, pulling me toward
him. The climax was not so quick this time, so the exquisite sensation of
his hot wet tongue sucking my cock went on and on, reaching for new levels
of a new found sexual pleasure.

He pulled back, sitting on his heels, and looked down at me, sprawled on
the tile floor.  He held his cock in his two hands and a dribble of piss
began.  As the yellow stream grew into rampant flow, he tilted his head
back and laughed, for I opened my mouth to receive it, not to miss a drop
of the salty liquid.

"You are mine, aren't you?" he said in wonderment, as though he couldn't
believe it.

I nodded, "Yes."

And he directed the warm yellow stream to my nipple and down my rib cage to
my genitals, wetting the hairs that grew there.  The pulsating flow was hot
and silky, and washed away my control as it mingled with ejected sperm.
AAAAAH!  God!!!!

We played all afternoon, exploring all the twisted streets and alleys of
carnal love, and each consumated action only demanded more exploration into
new territories.  Our appetite for each other was increased rather than
satisfied by each orgasm, until finally, the cloud of exhaustion dissipated
the sharp edge of pleasure, and, locked in each others arms, we fell
asleep.

We must have slept a long time, for it was dark when we awoke, I could feel
his body stretch over me as he leveraged his feet against mine and began
rocking his hips back and forth.  Incredibly, we were both hard.  The
friction of his cock against mine as we kissed was sweet and fulfilling,
and started another ascent of need and hunger.

We didn't speak, for our mouths had other things to do.  Our communication
was confined to frequent groans, coupled with the sense of roaming fingers,
sliding on silken skin.  Having sprung our sperm so often in the last
several hours, the increase of passion was slow, but steady, moving forward
with an always rising intensity, giving more meaning to our manipulations.

When the need to climax became more urgent, and our groans became louder,
and the excitement, more intense and demanding, he slipped from under me,
and I lay face down upon the mattress.  I pushed my cock into the soft
cloud of sheets as he separated the cheeks of my buttocks.  At first I felt
the hot moist breath of him as his face approached this most secret part of
me.  He sucked a hickey on the globe of ass-flesh, leaving the brand of
love, and then his tongue forced its way into that forbidden place where no
one had ever been.  I could sense, rather than feel the wet kisses he
deposited upon my anus.  I was horrified that he was there in this dirty
part of me, sucking on my ass-hole, tugging on the hairs that grew there
with his teeth, but his moans told me the intimacy gave him pleasure.  He
pulled away.

"Don't stop, please."

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, turning on the lamp, "Turn over.  Yes, on
your back....Ah, you are a beautiful man, and now I'm going to shove my
cock up your ass...you're about to get fucked, beautiful man, you hear?"

I looked at him.  Beautiful, he said?  Ah!  There is no one more beautiful
than he, standing there with his shoulders back, his cock sticking out so
hard and rigid. I wondered, could I take that huge thing inside me? I
didn't think so.  I didn't want him to fuck me.  That's the last thing I
wanted.  Never in my lifetime had I considered it, wanted it.  But I knew
that whatever he wanted, I would do.  It was then I realized that, yes, I
WAS his. His chuckle was not the usual sad laugh, but it was triumphant, as
though he had won again.

I watched as he coated his hard member with oil.  Then he placed some in my
rectum, by touching his fingers to the guarding sphincter.  It was a forced
entry, and the muscle tightened against the unwanted invasion, but there
was insistance in his probed.  His dominance was evidenced once more as the
fingers slipped inside, and shooting pain coursed along the highway of
nerves that skittered up my spine.  I wanted to cry out my protest, but I
ignored my fear, wanting only to please him.

Somewhere in the next hour he fucked me.  In and out.  Back and forth.  Our
sweating bodies rolled over each other, as he plunged his cock into my
ass-hole.  I hated it.  Every jab of searing pain should have made me stop
the rape, and run away, but I lay there instead, silently accepting the
power he had over me.  And when he finished the fucking motion, he thrust
his hips forward, spurting his hot sperm inside me, he fell away,
exhausted, and cried out his love for me.  All the pain and humiliation
became my own private, and secret fulfillment, for I was thrilled that I
had given him pleasure.  That I had done what he expected of me.


Somewhere in the night we ate, we drank, smoked pot, watch porn on the
video, but always, in between, we made love.

The sunlight of the next day streamed through the open windows, the warmth
of its rays fell on our naked bodies calling us to wake up.

"Hi," he said.

"Good morning."

"Do you still love me?"

"Oh yes, my dear, I do so love you."

"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

"You know I would."

And he jumped from the bed.  Laughing his secret laugh, and ran into the
shower.  I followed.  He paused a moment and turned to me, and taking me
into his arms he kissed me.

"I know what we should do," he said smiling, are you ready for this?  Let's
you and me get an apartment.  Some place that's just ours.  Like a love
nest.  Isn't that a good idea?"

Perfect!  I thought.  A secret hidden place just for the two of us.  "Oh
that's great, Chris.  Let's find one today.  I'll call the office.  I won't
go in.  We'll find ourselves a love nest."

He smiled, and then in a low voice, he said, "I've already found one.  Near
where you live, too, so we can see each other every day."

"Well, that's great, Chris," I said, disappointed that I couldn't share in
looking for it, and finding it.

"But I need some money, you know, first and last, telephone deposit.  You
know the kind of stuff they ask for,"

"Sure, Chris, How much do you need?"

"Well, could you give me a thousand?  Then I'd have enough for a little
grass and booze."  He paused a moment, "That's not too much is it?"

"That's okay.  You take care of the details....where is it Chris?  What's
the address?"

"I don't know, but it's somewhere on Hilldale.  I'll call you at the office
soon as I get the key and the phone."

"Sounds great, Chris.  It'll be fun.  You and me with our own little
place."

There was a nagging worry, somewhere hidden in the corners of my mind.  I
loved him, but a slight distrust was casting its gentle mist over our
relationship.  "Call me this afternoon, okay?"

"Yeah man, it'll be better than great, you and me in our own love nest.
I'll fuck you every morning and every night.  Yeah man, oh man!  Sure, I'll
call, this afternoon, right after lunch."  And he kissed me, one more time.

But he didn't call.....