Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2010 16:45:43 +0100
From: Nathan Minter <nathanminter1992@googlemail.com>
Subject: Chris' Experiences 2

Chris' Experiences

Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan

Written for Chris himself.

All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just
fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the
story!



	The morning after our encounter, Matt and I spoke no more of what
had happened, and both of us acted perfectly normal throughout the rest of
the day, until about midday, when he went home. I sat on the sofa, with the
TV on but not watching it, contemplating last night. It was fun,
definitely, but did it go too far. Did I deeply upset him, maybe?

	As I'm considering this, I hear a knock at the door. I get up and
answer it, preparing to greet whomever lies behind it, but before I can ask
what they'd like my mouth drops open, and I stand there gawping. In front
of me stands the most gorgeous guy with ginger hair that I've ever seen. I
realise he's my neighbour's kid, as I'd seen him from a distance when he
was moving in. Now I know what you might be thinking – ginger! - but if
you'd seen him, you wouldn't care. In fact, you wouldn't want him any other
way. He stood a little shorter than me, maybe 5`9", probably 18 or 19,
wearing khakis and a jacket. But his face was the best part. It was the
most beautiful face I'd seen. He had cute little dimples, full lips, the
cutest freckles ever, and his eyes were blue, bright like the sky. His
ginger hair was curly and frizzy, hard to explain, but also very nice to
look at.

	"Pretty, I know," he says in a cocky, but friendly tone, causing me
to blush profusely, "But I'm not here to be drooled over. I came to tell
you you'll get your bed back within the next week, and that our family
would like yours to come over for dinner tomorrow. Got that?"

	"Muh-uh... Y-yeah, of c-course," I stammer, regaining my senses
somewhat, "You, uh... You wanna come in for a minute?"

	"Well, I would, but..." he starts, then seeing my downcast
expression replies, "Oh, why not, then." I pull, virtually drag, him in,
and close the door behind him. I then turn to see him unzipping and
removing his jacket. Beneath, he's wearing a t-shirt that must been at
least a size too small, as it fits him tightly, and when he stretches it
rides up, revealing a beautiful patch of hair leading into his khakis.

	"My room's upstairs," I say, "If you wanna see it?" I don't hear
his reply, as he mumbles it, but it sounded like "Not the only thing I
wanna see." As we ascend the stairs, I tell him my name, and he introduces
himself as Robert, "Or Rob, if you want." We enter my room, and he shuts
the door behind him. He walks up to me, and spins me around, placing his
hand on my chest and whispering softly "Are we gonna get it started then?"

	"Uh, w-what?" I stammer.

	"I've had my eye on you since I moved here," he states, "And
judging from your look when you answered the door, I think you have your
eye on me too, eh?"

	"I, uh... Um..." I garble.

	"So," he continues, "If you're ready, take your clothes off, get on
that bed, and get ready for some fun!"

	"I... Yeah, 'kay. Guess it can't..." I mumble, preparing to strip
off my clothes.

	"Oh, but please," he says, "Striptease." He sits down on my bed,
and waits. It can't hurt, I think, and begin slowly peeling my top off,
showing off my treasure trail to him, and then my faint six pack, and up to
my chest, showing Rob my perk nipples, then over my head, and drop it to
the floor. I then run my hands down my chest and abs, tweaking my nipples a
little as I go, down to my jeans. I slowly unfasten the belt, and wander
closer to Rob, then once I've taken the belt off, I drape it over one
shoulder, round the back of his neck, then back over the other shoulder,
letting go so it drops and hangs round his neck. I can see his khakis
straining at the groin, where he must have a tremendous hard on.

	I unbutton my jeans, and then sensually pull the zip down, and
begin to slide down my jeans, revealing inch by inch of my multicolored
boxers. Down my jeans go, revealing my legs as well as my boxers, and the
light fur that covers them. I look up to Rob, and see him literally
drooling, so I continue slipping them down, and off my feet, and then toss
them onto him, landing on his head, where he quickly swipes them off, so
that he can continue watching me.

	Now down to my boxers and with a raging boner tenting them out, I
glance at Rob, and he smiles assuringly. I bring my hands to the top of
them, and slowly hook my thumbs into them, sliding them down over my hips
and then over my boner, letting it bounce about. Then I drop the boxers to
the floor, and step out of them, flicking them to the side.

	"Beautiful," Rob mutters, "My turn!" With that he gets up, pushes
me onto the bed, and begins unfurling his tight t-shirt. As his lifts it,
his ginger trail becomes visible, and above that his hot washboard abs. He
keeps lifting, until his strong pecs become visible, and with them his
nipples, which are hard and pointing out. Then it goes over his head, and I
see the hair of his armpits has been shaved off. This surprises me, but I
don't question. Then it comes off, and he tosses it on the floor.

	He runs his hands down his abs and over his ginger trail, and pulls
his khakis down slightly. I realise he isn't wearing any underwear. He
unzips and unbuttons, and then lets his khakis drop, revealing a beautiful
9" uncut cock. Instantly, I find I can't hold back, and grab him by the
waist, throwing him onto my bed, where I engulf his cock in my mouth, and
begin working furiously on it.

	"Easy tiger," I hear Rob say, and he grabs my head with his hands,
slowing my pace down. Now I can feel every contour of his dick on my
tongue. I carefully move up to the head, to feel it with my tongue, whilst
running it up the sides of his dick. Then I move back down, until my nose
is buried in his ginger pubes, and I feel his smooth (shaved as well?)
balls against my chin. I take a moment to breath in through my nose, and
smell the musky, manly scent of his dick. The pubes tickle my nose, so I
pull back up to the head again, swirling my tongue around, and sending
vibrations down his dick and up his spine, making him shiver with
delight. I work my way back down and up multiple more times, going slowly
and carefully, until I feel a jolt, and then cum is rocketing into my
mouth, more than I can swallow. It dribbles, and then streams out of the
sides of my mouth, covering Rob's cock and balls, and going onto my
bed. After a few moments, Rob's erection subsides, and he pulls it from my
mouth.

	"Fun?" he asks, to which I nod, "Wanna have your turn?"

	"Hell yeah," I reply. With that, Rob leaps upon my dick, and
swallows it in one gulp, causing me to moan and grasp his head with my
hands, pushing my dick in even further. A gagging noise from Rob tells me
to stop pushing, so I release, and put my hands up behind my head,
savouring this glorious feeling. Rob works on my cock fitfully for only
about 30 seconds before I can no longer bear it. I grab his head, by the
sweet ginger hair, and force my cock in far, ignoring the gagging this
time, caring only about the cum pouring from my cock into his throat. After
a few moments, I come down from my high, and remove my still leaking cock
from Rob's mouth. He looks at me, with cum dribbling out the corners of his
mouth, and then makes his way up to me head, where his lips find mine, and
our cum is exchanged.

	"Chris," I hear, as the door opens, "I need to-". The voice cuts
short, and Rob and I release each other, looking to see who just entered.


Dum-dum-duuuuuum! Any votes on who should be at the door? Email 'em to me!

Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't
care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. Feel free to request or suggest
plot twists.
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