Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 07:07:54 EDT
From: Marcthevad@cs.com
Subject: The Decision, Chapter 3, A Holiday

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acts between the characters in it. Although the characters are teenagers
who may be below the age of consent in the country or state where this is
read, nothing written here should be taken as approval of, or encouragement
for, sexual liaisons between people where such liaisons are either illegal,
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The Decision
By   Marc.......
(c) June, 12, 2000
All rights reserved.
Chapter 3


I closed the door as quietly as I could. The house was quiet, and I tried
to keep it that way as I tip toed carefully to my bedroom. I could see the
TV was still on in the parents room and tried to get past unnoticed. But as
luck would have it, the floorboard creaked as usual and I was
bagged. Mental note, 'I am going to have to try and fix that from the
basement'. My Dad called and I opened the door slightly and poked my head
into their room.

"Hi, Dad. It's only me." I said. Damn it, 'Why do I say stupid shit like
that' I mumbled quietly to myself?

"I can see that."  He then took a quick look at the alarm clock and
remarked, "Do you know what time it is Lin?"

"Ya, Dad. I'm sorry I was at Kris' after work and we were doing videos."
Damn if he only knew. Seeing my Mom sleeping there I suddenly felt a pang
of guilt. "I'm sorry, we lost track of time. I should have called. It won't
happen again."

"Ok, you go to bed now, I'm sure your mother will have a few words to say
to you in the morning. Good night son." He smiled then and I knew I wasn't
in too much shit.

"Ok, G'night Dad. Love you."

"Love you too." And then he turned and switched off the TV.

I made it to my room and made fast tracks for my secret stash place, a
hollow in the wall behind an electrical outlet. I pulled up and out at the
same time and the plug fixture popped out of the hole. I reached in and got
the little metal box I used to keep all of my secret shit.

Then I opened the envelope, pulled out the wad of money and counted out
nine nice new one hundred dollar bills, folded them up and stuck them in
the box then put the other hundred in my wallet. After returning the box to
its hidey hole, and then the outlet fixture to its place. Then I swept away
the little bit of plaster dust that always falls on the floor.

Then I striped out of my clothes and crawled into bed.

I laid there in bed thinking about all that had happened to me that
night. Sexually I had never been so satisfied. And I had never in my
wildest dreams imagined that someone would pay me a thousand dollars for
getting laid.

I drifted off to sleep that night and never once even the thought of
jerking off. That was a first in quite a few years too.

All things considered the alarm woke me up kind of early.

Damn, it was only ten fifteen in the morning. I knew I had to get up but I
could not for the life of me remember why. Then the sweet smell of a huge
turkey roasting brought me lazily back from that hazy place between sleep
and, well, not sleep. Damn, Thanksgiving! I hit the snooze button and
rolled over.

BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!!!!!

Once again I hit the alarm button, and rolled onto my back and opened one
eye, just a bit. I took a deep breath and the aroma of Mom's sage dressing
filled my mind's eye with a picture of a long table, piled high with great
tasting food, and all around it were all the people I loved most in the
world.

Stretching for a few long minutes to get the blood flowing again, I opened
the other eye and I lazily groaned as I got up and wiping the sleep from my
eyes and went in to get my shower. I turned the valve, and the hot spray
didn't take long to fill the bathroom with steam. I got into the stream of
hot water and it caused me to wince a bit until I became more accustomed to
it.

I languished in the piercing needles of the hot spray, letting it massage
my aching muscles. I had never realized how much hard work good sex really
was. As the flow of water fell over my firm limbs, gently coaxing them
awake, the steam began to work its magic and clear my head of its sleepy
haze.

When I could feel the water begin to cool a bit I knew I had about five
more minutes before it became really cold. I quickly went to work soaping
and scrubbing and rinsing, then the same to my hair. I managed to climb out
just as that cold rush of water belched forth.

I toweled the steam off the mirror and then went about drying my self
off. Next I ran a brush through my hair, checked it out in the mirror, then
grunting my disapproval, worked in a little mousse and brushed it
again. Perfect.

I gave a close scrutiny to the peach fuzz on my chin and figured because it
was a holiday I would shave. And once again I performed this arduous task
without any mishaps or pieces of my face washing down the drain. Shaving
sucked!

After finishing in the bathroom, I went into my room and got out a pair of
boxer shorts and socks a nice shirt and a pair of jeans. I dressed then
tied on my Adidas cross trainers and went out to face the music.

Mom was dutifully working away in the kitchen making one of her famous
Thanksgiving Day turkey dinners. It never ceases to amaze me how a Mom can
work all day long, cooking and pealing and baking and generally exhausting
her self. Then, only to have the entire thing wolfed down and lapped up in
about ten minutes flat. Moms, ya gotta love them!

I went into the fridge and got my self a big glass of orange juice and then
gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, just like I had for as long as I could
remember. When I kissed her she looked up at me and said, "Hello Lin, now
don't get under foot now, I'm busy. And will you get me the large bowl from
the top shelf while you are here."

"Sure Mom." And I reached up and got the big bowl she needed. "Where is
Dad?" I asked.

"He is out back trying to fix that old broken down leaf shredder."  She
looked at me closely and said, "Come here Lin. You feel alright, you look a
little pale?" As she felt my forehead.

And I answered, "I feel fine Mom, really."

Then she said, "Have you been getting enough sleep? You were out kind of
late last night. Weren't you?" Then, she continued, "You're working now,
and I suppose that kind of thing is to be expected from time to time. But
the next time young man, you call and let us know what your plans are. Is
that understood?"

I knew Mom would be getting around to it sooner or later. I guess I was
kind of relieved it was the sooner, "Yes Mom, I'm sorry it won't happen
again." Then I headed out the back door to find my Dad.

Looking around the back yard off the deck I spotted the father figure
playing around with the old beat up shredder out by the garage. I walked
over and said, "Hi Dad, I'm sorry about last night."

Dad looked up at me and said, "Well Lin, it is not the staying out, it is
the worry it causes. You just be sure and call if you are going to be a
little late."

"I will Dad, I promise. I told Mom too." I knew it worried them when they
didn't know where I was. I guess it's not too much to ask, and it wasn't
worth making a huge deal over.

"Oh? Good, she worries, and well, I do too." And he went back to fiddling
with the broken shredder.

"I know Dad, I'll do better. You need any help with that?" I really didn't
know all that much about fixing shit, I just thought offering to help was
the right thing to do.

"No Lin, that's ok. I think I've done just about all I can with this thing
anyhow." Dad said. Then he added, "Lets go in, everybody should be arriving
soon."

Holidays at our house were always a family affair. All the Aunts and Uncles
would come for dinner and of course they had to drag all the kids along
with them. And I was always expected to see to it that they were properly
entertained. All the little kids would settle into the basement and take
charge of the play station. And the wannabe teenagers would hang out in my
room and listen to CD's and watch MTV.

About noon I decided to try and call Kris but realized I had never gotten
his phone number. I asked Mom where the phone book was and she said she
thought it was by the extension in the basement. I ran downstairs and just
like she said, there it was. Heh, Moms they know everything. Shit! For some
reason that thought suddenly chilled me to the bone.

I opened the book and thought to my self, 'what the hell was Kris' last
name', and I tried to visualize him punching out his time card. It started
with...ahh... Shit! I could not remember. Now this is just freaking great.

Well shit! There wasn't a lot I could do about it now. So I went upstairs
to console my self with some food.

I sulked into the kitchen and slumped down at the table and watched my Mom
buzz around cooking her brains out for a minute. I figured I had better not
bother her about food right now so I settled for a glass of milk.

After serving my self I plopped back into the chair. Mom asked, "What's
wrong honey?" And I told her I was looking for Kris' phone number but could
not find it. Then she said, "Lin, call the store they'll have it I'm sure,
they're open till one o'clock today."

And I was off. I think I hit maybe one stair tread on the way down
stairs. I tore open the phone book and found the number for the video store
where we worked. I dialed the number and waited, finally after a long while
it rang and Don answered the phone.

I went through the hellos and was it busy and the entire round about
chitchat you had to go through in order to get what you really
wanted. Finally I asked for Kris' phone number and he put me on hold so he
could find it. After four or five minutes Don came back and gave me the
number. I think I thanked him three times and wished him a happy
Thanksgiving and said good-bye without waiting for a reply.

I dialed the phone as fast as I could and waited, and waited, ring after
ring nothing, and I figured just a few more rings. Then a groggy voice
answered, "Hullo?"

"Kris? This is Lin, did I wake you?"

"Man, what time is it?"

"It's about twelve fifty."

"Ya, you woke me. It's ok though."

"Sorry, I thought you would have been up."

"No. But it's alright. What's up?"

Then, all of a sudden I realized I didn't know what to say. "Um, I, ah,,,
well I dunno, I just wanted to talk to you. I need to see you."

"Ok, about what, are you ok?" Kris asked.

"Yes, I'm ok." Shit! Think fast damn it, "Shit man I just want to talk is
all." Just fucking brilliant.

"Ok, what's up?" Kris said again.

"Kris, can't you say any thing besides 'what's up'? I want to talk to you,
but not on the phone, I want...well,,, I need to see you." I really felt a
deep down desire to be with him. I had never felt like this before.

"Well, Ok, I'd like to see you too." Kris said.

"Aren't you doing any thing for Thanksgiving?" I asked.

"No, every one went out to some restaurant or something, I didn't want to
go. I was up late last night. Remember?"

I could feel my face get warm and I knew I was blushing. "Ya, I
remember. I'll never forget. Why don't you come here for dinner? Then we
might go out and do something after." Right away, as soon as I had a few
thoughts of what I wanted to do running through my head, I could feel my
dick begin to swell.

"Well, I don't know, are you sure it's ok with your parents?" Kris
wondered.

"Ya, of course it's ok." I replied

"All right then, I guess so, if you're sure its Ok."

"Yes Kris I'm sure."

"Well what time?" Kris asked.

"Just get here as soon as you can Ok?"

"Ok, in about an hour then." After a short pause Kris added, "I want to see
you too babe, bye." Then he hung up the phone.

I looked down and noticed I was rubbing my cock. I didn't even realize
it. Shit! Time to start being more careful.

I went up stairs and asked Mom if it was ok if I invited Kris to
dinner. And like I knew she would, she said yes. I gave her a kiss on the
cheek and asked, "Is there was anything I can do to help?"

"Well, let's see, you could carry all this to the dining room." And Mom
pointed to a huge mound of dishes and stuff. "Just put it all on the side
board and I'll set the table, you wont do it right."

By the time I got all the stuff out to the dining room, family and friends
started to arrive. I made the usual rounds of getting kissed by Aunts and
shaking hands with Uncles, and telling the kids about the new video games
in my collection. All the while collecting coats and hanging them all in
the hall closet.

It was always nice to see all the family together. I guess that was the
thing I liked best about holidays, getting to see everyone. Mom and Dad
both came from large families, and every one seemed to end up here some
time during the day on holidays. All the kids were ok too, I guess, even if
I did have to go back the next day and sort out all my CD's and game
cartridges.

I went out on the front yard to get some air, and it wasn't long before I
spotted Kris' car coming around the corner. I just couldn't wait to see him
so I went down to meet him. There were already tons of cars on the street
because there were two other parties going on in the neighborhood. Kris had
to park all the way down at the end.

"Kris, I missed you." I went to reach for him but I stopped myself, I
wanted to throw my arms around him. I wanted a nice kiss, but we were right
in the middle of the street.

"I did too babe." He said, then added "It was real nice of you to invite
me."

"I wanted to see you so bad."

"I know what you mean Lin, I feel it too."

"Come on, let's go in." And I led Kris into the house.

As was usually the case at family get togethers, it didn't take long for
the liquor to come out. And soon the adults began to mellow out. Kris was
greeted by a large gaggle of Aunts and I made the rounds of
introductions. And in that way Aunts have, they totally embarrassed both of
us with their choruses of "Awww's" and "Ahhhaaa"s. As quickly as possible I
managed to herd him away.

   I took Kris into my room and excused all the kids and herded them out
and down into the basement. They all grumbled, but hey, it's my room.

When I came back to Kris he had a wicked smile on his face and right off I
knew what he had on his mind. "No way dude! We can't, no, stohemmmfmff,"
but that was all I could manage to say. It was hard to talk with a tongue
rammed down my throat.

I squirmed away and whispered, "Kris. Not here please!"

And he moved right back in and kissed me again. But this time I gave in and
I threw my arms around him and pulled him in tight. Kris slid his hand
under my shirt in back and gently caressed my back. After several minutes
Kris ended the kiss and moved away a bit and smiled quickly before pulling
me close for a hug. He nibbled on my ear while saying, "I could stay like
this forever."

"Ya, me too babe. After dinner lets go somewhere, ok." I wanted to go right
then, but I knew that was impossible. I loosened my grip on him before I
became totally out of control. Then I said, "Kris, why don't you put on a
CD, something mellow."

"Ok, so what did you want to tell me?"

"Not here we can talk after dinner, ok." I said.

"What ever you want to do babe. Where do you want to go?" Kris offered.

"Any where as long as it's with you." I wanted to jump him right here but I
knew that was too dangerous. At dinner I'd have to be careful not to slip
around the relatives too. Shit, this was definitely not getting any easier.

 We both made ourselves comfortable, Kris sat in the big chair and I
settled on the end of the bed. I wanted to say something about last night,
I needed to talk about it. I had no idea what I wanted to say, but I knew I
had to say it, and I could not talk about it here.

After a short while Mom called every one to dinner, and she sent one of the
kids to find Kris and I. Starving, as usual, we beat feet to the
table. Kris and I managed to squeeze onto a corner between my Uncle Joey
and my Dad .

Dinner was great as usual, and everybody managed to stuff themselves in
good Thanksgiving Day fashion. I could see that even Mom's wildest
expectations were surpassed when it got down to the last bits of this and
the smallest dabs of that. But there was plenty to go around as always.

And everybody that day got a fair chance to pay fair and due compliments to
the chef as well. And after everyone had glutted themselves to complete and
utter satisfaction, Mom stood up and asked cheerfully, "Now, who wants
pie?"

"Uuuggghhhhh!" Was heard all around he table. But after seeing the feigned
look disappointment, every body had at least one slice of Mom's home made
pie. And before the last morsel was eaten, all the Aunts began whirling
around in a fit of house cleaning frenzy.

Kris and I went back again to my room, and we were greeted with a chorus of
pleas from my cousins Kenny and Will. They definitely did not want to be
thrown back into the dungeon with all the little ones. They were the next
oldest in the family and I didn't really have the heart to toss them out
again. Any how, I didn't mind having them around seeing as they were both
almost fifteen and both knock down gorgeous to look at.

I looked at Kris and said, "Wait here I'll go tell my Mom we'll be going
out for a while."

"Ok, ba.. ahh.. umm Lin, sounds good." Kris went over to the chair and sat
down. My cousin Will was already asking Kris about his car and as I was
leaving I caught Kris' eye and gave him a wicked grin.

Kris shrugged and laughed saying, "What....?" And then we both laughed. As
I opened the door, Kenny shifted his gaze between Kris and I and gave us
both a dry smirk.

There was something in the way Kenny looked at us that made me nervous. I
couldn't quite put my finger on it, and it made me feel kind of weird. I
wondered to myself, 'had he noticed something?'

I found Mom and Dad together in the kitchen trying to steal a quiet moment
together. They were sharing a glass of white wine and just relaxing while
all the Aunts and older girls helped clean the dishes and stuff.

I walked over and kissed Mom telling her how great dinner was. I could tell
she was tired and also she was not having her first glass of wine. Well
after working like a dog for the last three days shopping and baking and
cooking I guess she deserved a little buzz.

"Mom, Dad is it all right if I go out with Kris for while?" I asked.

Mom spoke up first saying, "Lin, you really should stay around, but I guess
you've done your duty for today."

"Thanks Mom." I answered kissing her again. This time she laughed, brushing
me away.

"Now call if you decide to go anywhere." Dad added.

"And don't be too late dear."

Turning to go back down the hall to my room I said, "I wont, I'll promise
to call if we go anywhere too."

I returned to my room and I could hear the music through the door. I knew
right then, Will and Kenny were busy tearing up my audio system. And sure
enough, true to form, I hadn't been away any more than ten minutes and they
had my CD collection spread all over the freaking room. I closed the door
to my room and said, "You two dick wads had better put those CD's back when
you're through." Then I turned to Kris and added, "Come on, I can go."

Kenny looked at me and said, "Hey chill, we will, we always do."

"Ya right, just like you cum stains did last time you were here right?" I
stated.

"OK, just let me go tell your Mom thanks for dinner." Kris said as he went
out the door.

 "They were just in the kitchen." I said and Kris headed in that direction.

On the way out of my room I said, "Don't forget you two, put that shit back
where you found it."

"Fuck man. We said we would didn't we." Will remarked.

Then I headed for the kitchen.

Kris, and Mom and Dad were still in the same place and they were both
smiling at Kris as he walked up to them saying, "Thank you very much for
dinner it was really good."

And Mom answered, "You're very welcome Kris, you're welcome here anytime."

Kris smiled at her and returned, "Thanks, we'll be going now.

As we turned Dad said, "Good bye boys be careful driving, and remember what
I said Lin."

"I will Dad. Bye." And we headed out to the door, but not before a chorus
of 'They must be going to see their girl friends' from all the Uncles. Heh
shit! If they only knew.

As we walked to Kris' car he remarked, "Your parents are really nice."

"Ya, they're pretty great."

"It must be nice." Kris mussed.

I could tell by Kris' tone there was something wrong. "What do you mean?" I
queried.

"Never mind. It's all right. Besides I just don't want to talk about it
right now."

And as we got into the car, Kris turned to look at me and as he started the
engine, and said, "It's just that I don't want to spoil a good day. Ok?"

"What ever you say babe. And I don't want to pry either." I answered.  Kris
pulled into the neighbors drive so he could turn the car around. Then we
headed into town.

After going a short way I slid over next to Kris and ran my hand to his
inner thigh. Kris then put an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close and
kissed me on the cheek. I snuggled in next to him and let my self relax. We
drove down toward route one forty six and I asked, "Where do you want to
go?"

Kris replied, "We're going to my place, but I have to pick something up
first."

We drove in towards the city and as we got into town we turned off at the
Broad street exit. Taking a right at the end of the ramp, we continued on
and after a short time Kris pulled into the drive way of a big old
house. You couldn't see the place from the road because of the tall wall
and big trees along the street side of the place.

Kris pulled in front of the house and stopped right at the front entry. He
turned to me as he opened the car door and said, "I'm just going to run in
and get something." Then from the front door he hollered, "I'll only be a
minute."

He left me in the car with the engine still running and disappeared into
the house without even knocking on the door. After not more than a minute,
Kris came running back to the car with a small box.

"What is in the box?" I asked.

"You will find out when we get to my place." And he threw the car in gear
and sped out the other end of the circular drive.

Kris slipped the package down between the door and the seat so I wouldn't
get at it and he giggled when I pleaded, "Awww, come on tell me what it is?
Please."

"Hehehe, nope not till we get home." And Kris sped up a bit. I could tell
he was getting excited about something.

I tried tickling, I tried pouting, I even tried feigned anger, and he still
would not budge. Well, after trying everything I could think of I finally
resigned myself to the fact that I was just going to have to wait.

Arggghhh.

After about fifteen minutes we were once again at his house in the
country. And by the time Kris turned off the engine I was almost shaking. I
was just too anxious to see what he had.

Kris got out, making sure he kept the small box out of my reach, and met me
on the path leading to the front door. He slid an arm around my waist and
walked me to the entry way.

As Kris fumbled for his keys, I stood right in front of him and kissed him
softly. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue slowly into his. He kissed
me back, his tongue rolling around mine.

I put my arms down around his back, and when I pulled him close he sighed
as his hardening dick rubbed against mine, making it jump and throb. I
looked into his eyes and said, "MMmmm. That was nice."

"It sure was." And Kris kissed me quick on the tip of my nose and added,
laughing, "Come on, I want you to see something."

We went inside the house and I was surprised to see the place, everything
was all cleaned up and put away. The place really looked pretty good. Kris
took me into the living room and I took off my coat tossing it on a chair
and sat down on the sofa. Kris put his there too then went back into the
kitchen.

I could hear clanking and the fridge door close and he returned with four
beers. He sat next to me and put two beers on the table and one in my
hand. I couldn't wait any longer and I had to ask, "So what is in the box."

Kris smiled and gave me a soft kiss and said, "I picked up the tape, and
there was another envelope there for you babe."

"Another one, what for?" I asked excitedly. "Put the tape in."

"Ok, babe, anything for you." And Kris went over to the entertainment
center and popped in the tape.

I took the large envelope and tore it open and peeked in. "FUCK! Man look
at this!"

Kris turned and said, "What is it?"

Kris, sitting by me on the sofa, watched as I pulled a thick stack of bills
out. I counted out three thousand dollars. "What the hell is this for?" I
asked excitedly.

While reaching for the remote control for the VCR, Kris said, "That is kind
of a sign on bonus. They said you did really well the other night." He
fiddled with the buttons for a second and after a few moments the tape
kicked in.

"Ya! But this is a shit load of money. I've never seen this much money
before." I exclaimed.

Music began a steady driving beat, the cheap sound track you hear every
time you put a skin flick in. Then the screen credits; blah, blah, blah,
and then something in the credits caught my eye, 'starring...Tim, Anthony,
Karl, Link,' "What happened to our names?"

"They change them, you wouldn't really want to have your own name plastered
up there? Would you?" Kris put his arm around me and kissed me so softly on
the temple. He lingered there, and I could feel him draw in a deep breath,
and slowly let it out.

"Ya, really! Heh, I guess you're right."

And then the show started. Right there in the first scene, there I
was. Licking the head of Kris' hard cock. There was no mistaking it. Nope,
that was me all right! Right there on the TV, sucking that pole, slurping
up dripping pre cum. I was amazed to find out how much I enjoyed seeing
myself sucking cock.

I turned to Kris and all I could say was, "Man that is too fucking
awesome!" Then for some reason, I started to laugh. And it did not take
long foe Kris to join in. "It is such a turn on."

"You like it huh?" And his lips stretched to I wide smile as he asked, "So
when do we do another?"

I threw my self at him and kissed him over and over all over his face. Kris
started to giggle and when he started trying to struggle for a hold I
caught him on the lips. I forced my tongue into his mouth and kissed him
with a passion only dreamt about.

I moved back and said, "Any time you say babe."

"Great, do you think you can get away this weekend?" Kris asked.

"What? So soon? Man I guess I can call and ask if I can get away for the
weekend."

"Good. Go ahead and call." And Kris motioned to the phone at the other end
of the sofa.

"But what do I tell my parents? They are going to ask questions. Where are
we going? When do we leave?"

"Whoa! Slow down, hehehe." And Kris kissed me on the nose then added,
"First thing in the morning. And we're going to Aunt Ruth's farm for a
couple of days."

 "I don't have to work till Tuesday. I'm sure I can. What is going on?"

"Work is no problem for me either." Kris reached over and handed me the
phone, adding, "We usually get together for long weekends."

 "The farm? Where is it?" I slid over next to Kris and as I moved to kiss
him he pointed towards the screen.

I looked just as Kris slid his finger along with mine into Tommy's
bunghole.

"It is up in Massachusetts, In the Berkshires about a two hour drive." Kris
said as he put an arm around my shoulder and laid his hand on my chest.

 On the screen, I was now moving in to lap up Tommy's balls and I was
getting a wicked hard on from watching my self perform. Also Kris started
absently playing with my nipple and it was driving me wild.

"I'll call and ask my parents." I said as I turned and kissed him on the
neck just below the ear, then nibbled on his ear lobe. I reached up and
kissed his ear and whispered, "I'll go anyplace, as long as it is with you
babe."

Kris handed me the cordless and asked, "What is the number I'll dial."

"Ok, it's 555-2569." Kris dialed and I waited for an answer.

"Hello?" It was my Uncle Jim.

"Hi, Uncle Jim. This is Lin. Can I please speak to my Mom or Dad?"

"Oh, Ok. One minute I'll find them." I guess I wasn't really surprised when
I heard him holler at the top of his lungs for them to answer the phone. He
did sound pretty snoggered. "I see em, here they come now."

"Hello, Lin is everything all right?" It was my Dad.

"Hi Dad. Ya everything is fine. I'm at Kris' house."

"Oh, ok. What did you want then?" I could tell he was pretty much three
sheets to the wind as well.

"Well, Kris asked me if I could go to his Aunt's farm up in the Berkshires
for the weekend. Can I go please?"

"What about work?" Dad asked.

"I'm covered till Tuesday. And I have no homework either." I figured I had
better throw that in too. Heh.

"Well, let me go ask your Mother."

The phone went quiet for a few minutes then Mom came on the line, "Are you
sure you have no homework?"

"Yes Mom I'm sure."

"Well I guess you can go, but I want you to be sure and come home before
you leave."

"Yes Mom, I have to get some clothes too." I gave Kris the thumbs up.

"ALL RIGHT!" Kris cheered.

"What was that?" Mom asked, then finished, "All right I'll see you when you
get home then."

"Yes Mom, that was Kris, we're watching something on TV. I'll see you later
then. Bye."

I handed the receiver back to Kris and smiled wickedly. When he took it I
leaned over and kissed his cheek. For some reason I was suddenly excited
about fucking and sucking in front of the camera. But.

The flick was getting hot and heavy now too, and I could see Kris pounding
his dick into my ass. And I was giving Tommy a mean blow job, while Andy
was fucking his hole. If I weren't there at the time, I'd swear it was
impossible, but there I was, getting it and giving it like the best of
them.

I watched the camera pan around and I got a view of Tommy's face and he
really looked intense, a mixture of sweet deep pleasure and hard driving
sex. That thought made my cock jump and I could feel a moist pool of pre
cum soaking thru my jeans. I looked down and saw a dark spot where the head
of my dick bulged under my jeans. As I flexed my boner two or three times I
could see the spot begin to spread a bit.

Kris must have seen me flex it because he reached down and gave my hard on
a good solid squeeze.  And then he said, "Dude, I think these films agree
with you."  And he ran his hand up and down the length of my dick and
finally settled on my balls.

"I know it is a great turn on. But I really don't know how I feel about
it. It's just that I think I would like it better if it were just the two
of us."

"I know babe, I feel the same way too."

"I want to be with you. I want you not them." I took a long drink of my
beer then slouched back on the sofa.

"I just think of it as a job. It has nothing to do with how I feel about
you." Kris moved to look right into my eyes then went on to say, "Lin, what
I feel for you is just for you. Ok? The other guys don't mean anything to
me. Not.. one.. thing."

I thought about it, then grudgingly agreed, "Ya, I believe you."

"Look, this weekend, we can go and talk to them. Ok?" Kris said.

I absently let my attention drift back to the screen. Tommy had just
finished cumin all over my face and I was using his cock to push his cum
into my mouth. The sight of me lapping up his fresh boy juice like it was
ice cream was very erotic. And it was a fantastic turn on. But, I just
couldn't believe deep down that all this was real. It was all happening so
fast.

"Well, ok." I hesitated for a second then went on "It is not that I don't
like it."

"I know just how you feel. I felt like that at first also." Kris moved off
the sofa and knelt on the floor in front of me resting a hand on each
thigh. "It wasn't easy for me at first either.

When I came to live with Ruth I was fifteen. I knew I was gay sure, but I
didn't really know what that meant. When I talked to her about being gay,
we got to talking about things, and that is when I learned about the
films." I moved forward to hold Kris, for some reason I just felt he needed
a hug right then.

I had seen a few of her friends come and go but only a few times had I ever
seen the boys in action."

"By the time of my sixteenth birthday I had been living with Ruth about
three months. She invited some of her film friends here. Eric was there so
was Edward, Sean and Wayne, and another boy, his name was Billy."

I looked at Kris and saw a tear roll down his cheek.

"Don't babe. You don't have to do this for me." I kissed him on the top of
his head and he broke into quiet sobs.

Kris took a deep shuddering breath and continued, "No, I want you to know."

"Ok, but stop when ever you want."

"Billy was my boy friend, we were together for almost a year." Kris looked
up and sniffed. "It was the night of my birthday when we first got
together, and well, you know, did it."

Kris buried his head in my arms and continued. "And then, about a week
later, Sean and Wayne were here filming and, well, Billy and I were
watching. Billy was getting all worked up and started rubbing his dick
through his jeans. When I made a joke about it, he looked down and saw my
hard on bulging in my pants and said, 'You seem to be in the mood too, lets
get in on it?'"

Kris looked into my eyes and admitted, "At first I thought he was kidding,
but when he walked up to me and kissed me, grabbing my cock and giving it a
good squeeze, I knew it was no joke. The next thing I knew we were buck ass
naked and we started doing flicks that night."

"When we first started, I felt weird about it, and then Billy said to me
that he just looked at it as a chance for great wild sex. And doing it with
some one he loved made it that much more fun."

Kris reached up and kissed me on the nose, then went on to say, "After I
thought about it that way, it was better, easier. When Billy and I made
love privately it was always special and always more intense." Kris then
pulled me in for a huge hug.

I let my attention drift once again back to the screen and said off
handedly, "Well, it is pretty erotic. And it is a wild turn on to watch my
self." I said. Then I kissed Kris again and declared. "I won't do it if you
are not there. Never!"

"Fair enough, and I won't do it anymore if you are not there either." I let
a big smile spread across my face. And Kris returned my kiss. I had a
feeling things were going to be all right now that we had the ground rules
worked out.

My feelings for Kris were beginning to intensify. I could feel my self
starting to fall in love with him. When he kissed me, I could feel that
jumpy feeling in my stomach. I was drawn into him, and when we touched I
could feel a warm flow of emotion washing over me, and my head began to
spin.

As my tongue danced with his, darting back and forth, I felt a pressure and
a tug on my middle. Then I heard the musical jingle of my belt buckle
falling limply to the side. Then the release of pressure as he released the
button on my jeans. Next the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down.

Kris traced the outline of my cock from the base to the head with both
hands as he sucked softly on my tongue. Then he pushed his fingers under
the waistband of my boxers and slid them down a few inches in the
front. But that was more than enough though, my hard on throbbed and stood
straight up. Kris then took hold of it in both hands and began stroking it
slowly.

He then ended this kiss of kisses and left my head spinning, I wanted more
and let out a soft moan. Kris gently coaxed me against the back of the
sofa, and I reclined watching him slowly stroke my tool. His eyes locked
with mine as he pulled on the fringes of my shorts. I could read his mind
clearly, I knew what he wanted.

Lifting my butt up and allowing him to fully slide my pants down to my
ankles Kris leaned down and ran his tongue around the head of my dick. He
dipped his head down and licked down one side and up the other. Then he
looked again into my eyes, and started giving me a class "A" blow job while
keeping his eyes locked with mine. Holding my gaze, never once letting my
eyes stray.

Kris was so intense, he never missed a beat. Taking hold of my ball sack he
tugged at the fine hairs sending chills surging through me. That talented
tongue of his teased at the head of my cock and the soft suction of his
lips pulled at the shaft, coaxing up large drops of pre cum.

Every time my boy hood rewarded him with some of its liquid treasure Kris
would moan softly. The sensation of that vocal expression of his pleasure
washing over my dick caused a tightness in my balls and I felt the sack
draw up to a firm pouch. And he was always looking intently into my eyes.

Wedging his free hand under me, Kris quickly won possession of my butt
hole. He ran his finger around the rim and I could feel it pucker in
response. He tried to push it in dry but it would not budge. He pulled out
and reached up to my mouth and slid two fingers in, and as I sucked them
into my mouth I coated them with a thick layer of spit.

After a moment Kris withdrew the slick fingers from my mouth and I slid
down a bit more to give him more room. He got right to it, running around
once wetting the rim, then he firmed up his flexible digit and in one solid
push went straight in to the second knuckle. I let out a squeal, and so did
Kris, and I knew I had rewarded his talented efforts with yet another huge
flow of pre cum.

And I still managed to keep my eyes locked with Kris'. His head was
pistoning up and down and his finger was working in that last inch. And all
at once he raked across my prostate. I jumped with that excruciatingly
erotic jolt of sexual energy that sped through my body.

His mouth was sucking and slurping my cock and he was bringing me closer to
the brink. Kris reared back and all at once jammed his finger into my
prostate again and took my pole fully down his throat at the same time. The
feeling was incredible.

That did it! My eyes rolled back in my head, and I felt my balls jump with
the flow of that heavenly nectar. I tried to hold back I really did, trying
to give my orgasm time to grow, to reach it's full potential, its full
intensity. But then Kris wiggled his finger two or three times across that
magic spot again, and that sent me hurdling over the edge.

I bit my lip and the head of my dick exploded, shooting my boy juice into
his hungry mouth. Kris slurped and swallowed cum as fast as he could, and
yet some still escaped him. He continued to work over the head and he
milked my dick for every last drop. After he was sure there was no more
from the tap, he moved off to lap up all the milky spooch that escaped.

I was left weak, drained. I tried to move my legs, but they refused to obey
and just quivered. Kris bent down and kissed my soft cock and then he
looked at me and said, "That's how intense it can be privately."

"Kris, that was so incredible!" And it was! I had never thought I could
reach such a level of pleasure. He pulled me upright on the sofa and kissed
me, deeply, and I could still taste my cum on his tongue, sweet and salty
and pungent.

I was getting that butterfly feeling again in my stomach. Man I really was
beginning to feel something, every time I looked at him I could feel it, it
was an all-consuming ache. And the only thing that soothed that ache was
Kris, being near him, touching him, making love to him.

"I could only do that for you. Every time we are alone, I want you to feel
even better than that." Kris got up and opened one of the other beers on
the table took a long drink and looked down at me and started laughing.

"What is so funny?" I asked. And then it came to me, I was still there with
my pants down around my ankles. I grinned and added, "Up yours." Then I
stood up and pulled them back up.

"I was hoping you would say that." Kris countered. Then slowly turning he
seductively wiggled his perfect little ass.

"Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." And I reached for
that beautiful butt of his.

Kris hopped out of my reach and laughed again. I had never seen him this
playful, and I was happy to see that he cheered up a bit. He never said
what happened to his old boyfriend. I was curious about it, and I made a
mental note to try and get the rest of the story. But I did not want to
dredge up bad memories again, not now, Kris was just too happy and I didn't
want to spoil the mood.

"I can leave anytime, why don't I stay here tonight and we can get an early
start?" I asked.

"Good idea." Kris said. He looked at the clock on the VCR and told me it
was almost eight o'clock and added, "We had better get back to your house
before it gets too late."

We put on our coats again and I gathered up the money off the table by the
sofa, stuffed it into my pocket and we headed out. While we were sitting
there waiting for Kris' car to warm up I said, "What is this place like?
What am I going to need to bring?"

Kris thought a moment and answered, "Just the usual stuff, some jeans,
shirts, nothing special if that is what you mean." And with that being
said, he pulled the car out of the drive and we headed to my house.

It took only a few minutes to get there, and when we turned down my street
we saw that most of the parties wound down and we were able to pull right
into the drive way.

I got out of the car, and when I saw that Kris was still sitting behind the
wheel, I waved for him to follow. When he shook his head no, I went around
the car and opened his door. He looked at me and all he had to say was,
"What?"

"What do you mean what?" I answered. Then, "Come on in with me."

"Man, I'll wait here, ok."

"No way, come on in. I'm not going in until you do." I said and I stood
there till he got out. "It's ok, they don't bite you know. And I can tell
they like you."

Kris reluctantly got out of the car saying, "Ya, I guess, I just don't
really relate too well with parents." And he reluctantly followed me into
the house.

We found my parents in the kitchen just finishing the last of the party
clean up. "Mom, we've come to pick up some clothes and stuff for the
weekend."

"Lin, now wait a minute. When you get to where you are going I want you to
call and tell me you got there all right." Mom said.

"Ok, Mom I will."

"Here let me give you some pocket money." Dad was already reaching in to
his wallet.

"Oh, no thanks Dad. I have money." I said.

I think Dad was both happy that I was adult enough not to take his money
when I did not need it, and sad that I was growing up, not needing his help
as much.

"I am going to stay at Kris' tonight so we can get an early start in the
morning." I said as I turned heading down the hall to my room.

Dad turned and asked, "Where is the farm Kris?"

"In the Berkshires, just before the New York state line." Kris answered.

"What time are you planning to leave?" Asked Mom.

Kris started down the hall and answered, "About five AM I think, so we can
avoid the rush hour."

 I was already busy in my room filling a bag with things I thought I would
need for the weekend when Kris walked in. "I'll be through in just a few
minutes." I said.

"You better bring a few CD's too." Kris suggested.

"Ok, you go ahead and pick a few out." I asked.

And Kris went to one of the CD towers and started making selections. "I'll
just pick a few at random and we can take it like it comes."

"Ya, that sounds good, I hate picking out music. It's too hard to make a
choice. I love it all." I returned.

Well, it wasn't long before we were finished and ready to head out the
door. We went out by way of the kitchen and made our good byes to my
parents. And in another minute we were headed on down the road back to
Kris' house.

I just loved it when Kris put his arm around me in the car. I leaned
against him, absently letting my mind drift, tracing a line with my finger
up and down his lap. In a few minutes we pulled back into Kris' drive and
we were in for the night.

Once in the house a subtle thought creeped into my head. At first it was
just a faint spark, but the more I thought about it the brighter it
got. Then all at once it hit me; I was spending the entire night alone with
Kris for the first time!

For some reason I was getting nervous, I had no idea why, but I was getting
all sweaty in my palms, and my knees were feeling weak. Along with all
that, I was getting that twisting turning feeling in my stomach every time
I thought about it.

We went into the house and made our selves comfortable. Kris threw together
some sandwiches and got some beers. I went to the video cabinet and picked
out something to watch. An old art film called 'A Death In Venice', I had
never seen it, but Kris said it was excellent. That was enough for me, if
Kris liked it, I liked it.

We snuggled together on the sofa, enjoyed our snack and just spent a quiet
evening at home. It was our first, but I knew it would not be our
last. After the movie finished, Kris put in a CD, some mellow jazz music,
and we just sat there sitting quietly for a time, taking pleasure in each
others company.

I was sitting there with my eyes closed, and Kris was softly kissing me on
the ear. I realized that minute, that this was want it was all about. Being
gay or straight or anything in between didn't really matter. It was being
with the person you loved, and that person loving you back. And all this
for no other reason than for loves own sake.

I let myself smile and a quite sigh of contentment escaped me. Kris laughed
and kissed me again saying, "That's how I feel too."

It was getting late and I didn't get a lot of sleep the night before, I was
really tired. I let out a big yawn and leaned on Kris' shoulder and ran a
hand across his chest settling in for a nice cuddle. I let out a soft moan,
and kissed him on the neck then said, "Babe, I'm beat. If we are going to
get an early start, we had better get some rest."

"Ya I think so, lets go to bed." Kris kissed me on the top of my head and
added, "Come on babe, lets go."

We lazily made our way through the getting ready for bed bathroom routine
and then went to bed. For a time we snuggled, kissed, hugged, and even a
little petting but it was not long before I heard Kris' breathing steady
and I heard a soft baby snore....


This ends chapter 3 of "The Decision" If you liked it, please let me know,
if you didn't like it, let me know too.

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