Date: Fri, 14 May 1999 16:55:42 PDT
From:  <jl_loverboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris-n-Me Chapter 4 > Gay > Highschool >

...CHRIS'N'ME...

CHAPTER FOUR -- NOTHING COULD EVER CHANGE THAT
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	I awoke slowly in the cold Seattle morning. I reached over in the
bed and realized that there was nobody there. I quickly opened my eyes and
looked around the room, Chris was nowhere, his wet clothes weren't there. I
opened my dresser and saw that the clothes I had given him were all there,
folded and everything.  It was as though I'd never given them to him. I
couldn't figure all this out and when I looked over at the door I saw that
it was still locked. What had happened? Chris was here... wasn't he? I laid
down on the bed and thought about everything. After a few moments I began
to cry. It was all a dream, a wonderful dream. Now that it was over though,
it was a bad dream. I'd loved every moment of it, finding out Chris loved
me, having him up to my room, falling asleep with him in my arms. And now I
awake only to realize that none of it ever happened. I dipped into a bout
of deep depression due to the great truth I had just unveiled. It was just
a dream, that's all it ever would be.
	I slipped some clothes on, went downstairs, and headed out the
front door.  I began walking, nowhere in particular, just walking. I cried
and put my face in my hands as I walked. People looked at me funny,
wondering why I was walking the streets crying. I finally came to where I
had unconsciously been headed the whole time, the bridge that overlooked
the busy freeway below. I stood there looking out at the cars passing
underneath me, thinking how terrible I felt and how out of control my life
had become. I hopped up on the railing and sat down, my legs dangling over
the edge precariously. I wondered what the hell I was doing here, things
hadn't become this bad. I wanted Chris but not bad enough to were my life
was over without him. I slipped a leg back over the railing to get back
onto the bridge but my foot did not touch ground. I lost my balance and
started to fall.  All I could think was "it's over" as I fell to the street
below.
	"Ahhh!" I awoke in a cold sweat. It was still dark and looking over
at my clock showed that it was only 5:30 in the morning. My god, that was
all a dream.  I was still alive, but what about the other part? Had
everything been a dream? I jumped out of the bed and felt my way in the
darkness to the light switch. I quickly flipped it on and looked over at
the bed where, to my dying relief, Chris was sleeping. I leaned back
against the wall and slid down so that I was sitting on the floor. I curled
my legs up and wrapped my arms around them.  Leaning my head on my knees I
just stared over at Chris' beautiful figure, sleeping silently in my
bed. As I stared at him his blue eyes began to open. He squinted and looked
at me.
	"What are you doing James?" he said in a sleepy voice. The tone of
his voice was so cute like that, not really fully awake, but enough to
attempt speech. I stood up and walked over to the bed where Chris was
lying. I knelt down and looked into his endless eyes, seeing everything
that I'd fallen in love with gathered in that one place. I began to cry
softly and reached my hand up to brush the messy hair out of his
face. "What is it James? What's wrong?" He asked me in a sweet, caring
tone. "Please tell me, I don't want to see you like this."
	I gathered myself together and finally said, "Chris, I love you so
much."
	"I love you too, James, you know that. I know there's something
else bothering you, tell me what it is." He persisted, obviously seeing
right through what I'd tried to avoid saying.
	"Chris, I had a dream. I awoke here in the bed and realized that
you weren't there. You and me, it had all been a dream. I realized that I
you weren't really in my life after all, and to say the least, it didn't
like the outcome. Chris, I love you more than you can understand I
think. Please don't ever leave me, I don't know what I would do." I leaned
my head on the edge of the bed in front of Chris, looking down at the
floor.
	"James, I would never leave you. I couldn't ever leave you. Don't
talk like that, you'll have me crying here in a second." He leaned over and
kissed the top of my head. "I love you." He rolled over and pulled the
sheets up over himself. "Now turn those lights out and come back to bed
before I decide to get nasty."
	I laughed and got up to turn the lights out. "You little punk,
Chris. What exactly could you do if you decided to get 'nasty' anyway?" I
laid down next to him in the bed and put my arms around him.
	"You'll find out. In time maybe." He knew what he was doing to
me. He was toying with me, just to test my limits. We fell asleep together
in bed once again. I was so happy knowing that it hadn't been a dream after
all. Or rather, it was a dream, but not a sleeping dream. I was actually
living this dream, and I wouldn't let anything end it.
	I awoke in the bright morning sun. It was 10:30 and I figured I'd
better make an attempt to get out of bed and start the day. Chris had
rolled over in the night and was curled up facing me. I scooted closer to
him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He stirred slightly and then went
back to sleep. I got out of bed and threw some clothes on. I still had to
deal with my dad about why there was a boy sleeping in the house who wasn't
here last night. The door was locked, which I was glad for. It would've
been even more difficult to explain not only why Chris was here, but why he
was sleeping in my bed with me.
	Heading down the stairs I felt a grumble in my stomach so I headed
to the kitchen for something to eat. On the fridge there was a note that
read '9:55 - Went to store to get food for weekend. Money on table in case
you want to go out to eat breakfast. -Dad'. I thought about it for a second
and realized that this would be the perfect thing to get out of this
mess. I wouldn't have to explain anything because my dad wouldn't even be
here. I ran up the stairs two steps at a time and almost ran into my door,
forgetting that I'd closed it on the way out.
	I walked over to where Chris was still sleeping. He looked so
pleasant lying there in my bed, his chest rising and falling ever so
slightly as he breathed. I didn't really want to wake him but I had to, or
we might not get out of the house in time. I leaned over him and gave him a
big kiss on the lips. His eyes opened when he came to his senses and he
gave me what looked like an angry look, obviously he wasn't a morning
person. "C'mon Chris, get your lazy ass up sleepyhead. We need to get out
of the house before my dad comes home, that way we won't have to explain
anything."
	He was still tired and he sat up with what little strength he
had. "Why'd you have to go and do that? I was having a wonderful dream."
	"A wonderful dream, eh? What was it about?" I asked him, trying to
get him to talk so maybe he'd wake up a little.
	"Oh, I was about to have sex with the finest supermodel you've
ever..." he looked right at me and smiled when he realized what he was
saying and who he was talking to. "Nevermind, I guess I don't need to use
that excuse with you, James." He grinned, "You're not one of my 'usual'
friends so there's no need for that bullshit."
	After another five minutes we were out the door with the money my
dad had left. I took some extra of my own so I'd have enough for both of
us. I tried to think of somewhere to go eat breakfast that wasn't too far
of a walk. Seeing as how nothing really fit that description, we settled on
McDonald's, which wasn't too far away.
	After eating breakfast we decided to walk around for a while. "Hey,
let's go to that lake Chrissy showed me!" Chris suggested. "It seemed like
a nice place and it'll give us something to do." We walked to the lake and
found a nice spot in the grass next to the water. We sat down and I looked
to see if anyone was around, nobody was. I looked over at Chris and before
he could do anything I pushed him on his back and hopped on him, my legs
straddling him. I held his face with both of my hands and leaned down to
kiss him. He didn't do anything to resist, he just laid there taking it all
in. I loved kissing this boy, and every chance I got I did just that. This
was a perfect place too, in the soft grass next to a serene lake with
nobody around. Our kiss went on for what had to be three or four
minutes. It's a good thing humans can breathe through their nose or both of
us would've passed out from lack of air. When the kiss ended I rolled off
of Chris and took my place next to him.
	"Boy, you just don't quit do you?" He asked me, obviously referring
to how often I went for kisses.
	"It's not my fault!" I pleaded with him.
	"Oh, so I suppose it's my fault then?"
	"Well, in a way yes." I said in a blame-placing tone.
	"What?! My fault? It's my fault that you want to kiss me all the
time? Try explaining that to me because I seem to have missed something."
	Well, it's..." I faltered, not quite thinking of what to say. "It's
your fault because you look so damn good. If you weren't so fucking cute I
wouldn't be kissing you all the time! See, so it is your fault!" That was a
crappy excuse, but I suppose it was true. He was too good looking to pass
up a chance at a kiss. Any minute that I wasn't kissing Chris when I could
be was a minute wasted.
	"Oh, you little brat. You're just so horny that you always want to
kiss me. Don't blame me for that!"
	"I'm sorry, I guess you're right." I leaned over and gave him a
small kiss. "Forgive me?"
	"I suppose I can forgive you. I don't like your kisses though." He
said to me. What?
	"You don't like my kisses?" I asked him.
	"No, I don't like them, I love them." He smiled and leaned over to
kiss me. For once it was him initiating the kiss, and for some reason it
seemed even better. Maybe because he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted
to kiss him made it that much better.
	We laid there in the grass holding hands for almost an hour, just
looking out at the calm lake. Once I heard the sound of a car pulling up we
decided maybe we'd better head home.
	"Chris, does your mom know where you are?" I asked him, remembering
that he hadn't talked to him mom since at least last night.
	"Oh shit, being with you made me forget all about my mom! I have to
find a phone soon!"
	"Let's get back to my house and you can call from there, ok?"
	It only took about ten minutes to run to my house from the lake. I
could see that my dad had returned from shopping because his car was parked
in the driveway. We both went into the kitchen so that Chris could use the
phone.
	"Hi dad, this is my friend Chris. I saw him at McDonald's when I
went out for breakfast. Is it alright if he hangs around?"
	My dad turned around from where he was putting things in the
cupboards.  "Oh, sure that's alright. Hello Chris."
	"Hello Mr. Kennith. Umm, could I use your phone to call my mom?"
	"Of course, it's right over there." My dad pointed to the cordless
phone hanging on the receiver on the wall. Chris picked it up and stepped
around the corner into the living room.
	"So, who's this Chris kid anyway?" my dad asked me, trying to make
conversation.
	"Oh, we met at school. He just moved up from California. He's met
mom already."
	"She never said anything about a Chris, or did she?" He shrugged
and went back to what he had originally been doing.
	I could kind of hear Chris talking to his mom from around the
corner.
	"No, I'm fine mom, really." I could hear him saying. "I just went
out for a while, nothing's wrong. I'm at James' house with him and his dad
right now.  We're just gonna hang out." I heard a pause while his mom
spoke. "Oh c'mon mom!  His dad said it's alright." She spoke again. "Yeah,
I guess. I'll ask." Chris poked his cute little face around the corner,
"James, is it alright if we go over to my house? My mom wants to meet you,
you know how parents are."
	"Hey, I'm a parent aren't I? And I did hear that, Chris." my dad
said jokingly. I looked at my dad and raised my eyebrows in a questioning
way. "Yeah, sure, you can go to Chris' house if you want. Just don't come
back too late ok?"
	"Yeah, sure, whatever dad." Chris told his mom it would be okay for
me to come over and we headed out the door.
	"So, was your mom mad at you or something?" I asked Chris as we
walked to his house.
	"No, I think she was just worried. She didn't sound mad, at least I
hope she's not."
	Chris' house really wasn't very far from mine. It was only about a
10 minute walk and we were there in no time. His house was white with blue
trim and looked very well kept.
	"Hi mom, this is the James you've heard all about." Chris
introduced me to his mom, who was busy doing something on the computer. She
turned around and smiled at me.
	"So your Chris' boyfriend, huh?" she said.
	I was a bit startled by that comment. Chris couldn't have told her
anything because he hadn't been home since the night before. "Excuse me?" I
said, not knowing what else to say. I gave Chris am incriminating look as
though he had done something. The blank expression on his face showed that
he didn't know what she meant either.
	"Well, your his friend right? And, unless recent scientific
breakthroughs have changed things, you are a boy. So, doesn't that make you
his boyfriend?"  she chuckled a little and looked at both of us.
	"Mom!" Chris said in a 'you're embarrassing me' tone. I started
laughing and Chris looked at me, not really seeing the humor in it
all. "You two are terrible! You'll probably get along well I suppose. C'mon
James, let's go to my room."
	"You have a computer in here too?" I exclaimed when we entered his
room.  Obviously his mom didn't do too bad at her job.
	"Yeah, I just got it as a Christmas present. Pretty nice, huh?"
	"I'd say so, that's pretty nice of your parents to get you
something like that."
	"Parent, just my mom. I've never met my dad."
	"Oh, I'm sorry Chris." Now that I'd thought about it he hadn't ever
really said anything about his dad.
	"No reason to be sorry. I've never met him, so it's not like I can
really miss him." Chris didn't sound too convincing about not caring about
his father.
	We messed around in Chris' bedroom for a while. I sadly found out
that I stood no chance against him at Tekken 3, although I took him to
court on Live '99.
	After we got done playing games Chris pushed me back on the bed and
jumped on top of me. "Let's see if you can outdo me at this!" he said as
kissed my wildly. He locked both of his hands in mine and pushed up against
me closely.  Just as we were getting into it there came a knock at the
door. We both jumped up as his mom opened the it and looked in. "I'm gonna
go out and pick up some pizza for dinner, what do you guys want on it?"
	"It's dinnertime already?" we both asked.
	"It's five o'clock. You guys must've been having a good time up
here." She looked at both of us, noticing that he was still holding me down
on top of me.  "What are you two doing anyway?"
	"Oh, we're just wrestling around mom," said Chris. "You know how
teenage boys are, you did have three brothers."
	"Oh goodness, don't remind me. They were constantly rough-housing,
making a racket all over the house." She looked at me and then to
Chris. "James, you should probably comb your hair," she smiled at me, "and
Chris, try not to be so rough. You don't want to ruin James' cute hair do
you?" my face turned red.
	"He looks good even with messed up hair mom. You don't have to
worry about that ruining his good looks." I was amazed that he had said
that to his mom. I wonder if she knows he's gay? Nah, he said he hadn't
really told anybody until me, so how could his mom know?
	"I think you're embarrassing your friend dear," she said as she saw
me blushing. "But back to the reason I came up here, what do you want on
your pizza?"
	"I'll eat whatever you want, I'm not very picky." I told his
mom. It was true, I'd eat most anything, with the exception of a few
things.
	"Get a combo pizza, mom. With lots of stuff on it, but no
anchovies!" I had to agree on that. Anchovies didn't sound to appealing.
	"Alright, I'll be back in a little bit then." She left the room and
went down the hall. "Why don't you have James spend the night here!" she
yelled as she was about to go outside.
	"Ok!" Chris yelled back. He looked at me excitedly, "so, could you
spend the night? It'll be fun, we'll find something to do," he grinned
evilly.
	I called my dad and he said it was fine if I spent the night. I
told him I didn't need my sleeping bag but I didn't tell him why. After a
little bit Chris' mom came back with the pizza and we grubbed that down
quickly.
	"So Chris says you two met at school," his mom said, "I take it you
have classes together then?"
	"Well, we have three out of our four classes together but we didn't
meet that way. It's kinda funny, I ran into Chris in the hall and we became
friends that way. Strange, huh?"
	"Oh well, as long as you two get along I'm happy. Moving can be
tough, you have to make friends all over again. I'm glad to see that Chris
made at least one friend already, I'd hate to have him be unhappy." Chris
gave a sly look in my direction. His mom didn't know what that was about
but both of us did. If only she knew how good of friends we were.
	The night moved on into darkness and we had fun. At around 11
o'clock we watched Titanic on HBO. It's a good movie, we both thought Leo
was kinda cute too. But then again who doesn't? I must have forgotten how
long the movie was and before it was over we had both fallen asleep on the
couch. I woke up when I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder, it was his mom.
	"You two should probably go to Chris' room. You two look cute
together but I don't really want you sleeping the whole night on the
couch." She smiled at me and I blushed when I realized that I had fallen
asleep lying on the couch with my head on Chris' shoulder.
	"Ok, whatever you want mom," I said to her in a joking tone.
	"Mom? So that's what you're going to call me from now on?" She
laughed and walked out of the room.
	We went to Chris' room and he started to get undressed. He looked a
bit tired, although still cute. I started to get undressed too and he
hopped in his bed. "Your door doesn't lock, won't your mom be kinda
suspicious if she sees us sleeping together in your bed?" I asked him.
	"Oh it's no big deal, she won't care."
	"Probably not I guess. She said we looked cute together sleeping
down there."
	"My mom said that? I hope she's not catching on to anything.
	I got down to my boxers and a t-shirt and got under the covers with
Chris.  I kissed him goodnight, "I love you."
	"I love you too, James."
	He moved close to me and put his arm around me as we laid there. I
felt so special to have someone love me the way Chris did. He was pressed
close to me and it was turning me on just like the night before. As do all
teenagers when they're turned on, the inevitable happened and I could feel
myself to start to get hard. As much as I wanted Chris, I didn't want him
thinking that I just wanted sex and I wasn't sure how he'd react to this.
	"Having fun are we, James?" he said to me, noticing something
brushing against him. I didn't say anything, I was kind of embarrassed. We
laid there for a few more minutes before he said anything more. "James?"
	"Yes?"
	"Have you," he faltered, "ever done anything with anyone else?"
	"What kind of things?" I asked him.
	"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean."
	"No. I've never done anything like that with anyone else. I never
wanted a girl, and you're my first boy."
	"Could I, try something?" he asked mildly. He seemed kinda shy
about the subject.
	"And what is something?"
	"I don't know, just something." he didn't really want to say what,
he had never done anything with anyone else either I assumed. "Can I..."
	"Just say it Chris, I'm not gonna be mad or embarrassed or
anything."
	"Can I see yours?"
	He didn't have to say what, I knew what he was referring to. I
smiled slightly at him. "Sure," is all I said.
	He slowly reached down the bed and slipped my boxers off my
waist. If I hadn't already been hard then this definitely would've done it
for me. He looked at me to see what I'd do, but I just stared back at
him. I felt a slight touch on what, until Chris came along, had been my
best friend for so many years. I got tingly all over and goose bumps formed
on my arms. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and looked up at me
again. His hand was warm to the touch and I was extremely horny from the
feeling. I smiled at him and slid my head over to kiss him. As my lips met
his I could feel his soft fingers slowly start to stroke me. Nobody but
myself had ever touched that part of me before, with the exception of maybe
my parents and the doctor, but that was when I was a baby so it doesn't
really count.
	We continued our passionate kiss as one of his hands moved up and
down my dick ever so gently. This was wonderful, our kissing turned me on
all that much more and I didn't know that I would last very long. I broke
our kiss and looked into his blue eyes.
	"Let me do something for you too Chris." He knew what I meant and
he took off his boxers. I could see that he was hard from all of this
too. His dick must've been a little smaller than mine, maybe 6", where mine
was 6.5". That mattered not to me though, it was Chris that I had fallen in
love with, not his accessories. I didn't really know where to begin so I
just did what he had done and put my hand around his dick. It felt good in
my hands. I had felt my own so many times before but it was totally
different to touch someone else's. He let a small moan of pleasure and
started to stroke me again. I followed suit and did the same for him. I
could see it in his eyes that he was loving this as much as I was. It's
funny how the eyes can tell all, one look into them and I could see exactly
what my lover was feeling.
	I leaned back over to continue our kiss. I knew that this was too
good and things wouldn't continue much longer. I really wanted this to last
forever, but as any boy knows, it can't. As good as Chris' hand felt on my
dick, the kiss was what set me off. I started to feel my body tense up,
Chris must've felt it too because he started to slide his warm hand up and
down my dick faster and faster.  I wanted him to share what I was feeling
so I went faster too. I knew he was close too because he gripped me harder
and let out a groan. All the while we kept kissing. I felt him tense up and
then there came a warm feeling on my hand and dick. His warm liquid
touching me pushed me over the edge. If there were any farther to go than
over the edge, I was there. I kissed him harder and pushed my tongue deeper
into his mouth. I could feel every ounce of energy I had work it's way down
to where our bodies met and I shot more cum than I ever had before in my
life. It went all over his hand and dick and onto his bed. He was still
shooting some of his and we both slowly tapered off as the last of it
came. I still held onto his dick as we continued the kiss, the longest of
any of our kisses. I could feel him start to go limp and I slowly slid my
hand off of him.
	After another couple minutes our kiss finally ended. I was more
satisfied than I had ever been before. Just me and my lover, all alone
together, having the best time of our lives. I laid my head on his pillow
and stared into his eyes.
	"That was the best feeling I've ever had in my life Chris."
	"Shh..." he put one finger to my lips to quiet me. He just stared
back at me without saying anything. Finally he got up and grabbed a towel
out of his closet, I knew what that was for.
	He laid back down and looked at me, "Okay, now you can talk. I
didn't want you to say anything, I just wanted to look at you."
	"That was wonderful."
	"I loved it too," Chris smiled at me. He looked down at where most
of the action had taken place and then back at me. "I think we kinda made a
mess, we should clean that up." We wiped everything up with the towel and
then we just laid there.
	"You were wonderful Chris, everything about you. That was the best
kiss we've ever had.
	We laid there for another five minutes just staring at one
another. We didn't really need words at that time, we knew exactly how we
felt toward each other. I gave him another kiss and said, "I love you."
	"I love you too, James." The emotion in his voice spoke just as
clearly as his words. In a way it seemed as though if we never said another
word to each other we could still communicate. We once again fell asleep in
each other's arms, this time with even more love between us than
before. Not because of what we had just done, but because another day had
passed. My love toward Chris increased each moment we were together,
nothing could ever change that.


To Be Continued...
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Finally I finished Chapter 4. I hope that wasn't too long of a wait for all of
you. I'd love to be able to write all the time but I can't. I finally put
something sexual in this, I hope that I didn't make it too much like other
stories, I don't want that. Please let me know what you thought about
it. Should I have done that? Should I not have done that? I wasn't sure but
I'd like to know what you all think of it. Thank you. I love all of you.

...Jaime...

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