Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 16:48:14 GMT
From: Jamie <virus@dial.pipex.com>
Subject: Chris-and-Jamie  Chapter 2

Hey, the normal stuff: don't read if you're under 18, or if this stuff isn't
legal. If you don't like homosexual relationships you won't like this story.

Comments are always welcome:   virus@dial.pipex.com

I awoke in my boyfriend's arms and realised that we had been covered with a
heavy blanket during the night. My Mom must have been in. The panic within
me rose. She would have seen me with Chris, wouldn't she? What would she
think? Her son was gay and hadn't told her? I didn't know which would hurt
more: the not being told or the fact that I was gay.
Chris stirred and I helped him to wake by blowing in his ear and squeezing
his early-morning boner.

`Morning, handsome.' He murmured and sat up in the bed. His face fell when
he saw mine. `What's wrong?' He asked.
`Do you remember putting this blanket on us?' I asked with a feeble hope
that it had been Chris.
`Nope. But I had a tough job explaining to your Mom what we were doing in
bed together.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The story finally came out. He had
woken up when my Mom looked in to check whether we had broken our necks or
not and found me asleep in his arms. Apparently she had known that I was gay
for a long time. Now she knew I had a boyfriend too.
When Chris had finished his story he just gazed at me.

`You okay?' He asked with that wonderful American accent that drove me wild.
`Sure.' I said, trying to mimic his accent.
He just laughed again.
`You are crap at being American.' He giggled.
`Thank God for that.' I said. This induced more laughter and a hard punch in
the arm.
At that it was my turn to start giggling. I was quickly stopped though when
Chris's hand found my growing boner.

`Well, someone is taking liberties. You think because I made love to you
once I'll do it again?' I asked.
`I'm your boyfriend. You know it's illegal to withhold marital vows.'
I tried to hold as firm as I could. Especially since I wanted to have sex
again.
`Hey, who says I'm your boyfriend?' I asked with mock-severity.
`These.' He said, gazing into my eyes. He knew just how to get me. I was
hooked and I closed in for the kill and took him into my mouth.

`You American's always get what you want, don't you?'
`Because...(moan)...we're not too...(moan)...stubborn to ask for it.' He replied as
I went down on him.

`James! Will you and lover boy keep it down a bit?' Dad shouted from
downstairs.

This set Chris off again and he giggled all the way through his orgasm. This
was surprising since I thought I was doing pretty good down there. I would
have liked to have heard a few moans, but I'm not complaining.

We took our time in the shower. Thankfully my parents had fitted a
two-person shower in the bathroom in my room, because I kept complaining
that it was too small. Chris was enjoying me quietly when a knock came at
the bathroom door.

`Hurry up you two. Your Father and I have something planned for today. Oh
and Chris?'
Chris managed to give a small grunt to show that he was listening.
`Your parents called and said that they would be back next Friday. They
asked if they could speak to you but I said you were...er...indisposed.' Then
she started giggling and left my room.

What is with everyone? They all seem to find this funny except me. I could
see nothing amusing in my parents finding out that I was gay.

With a final groan I proceeded to clean myself up and we stepped out of the
shower and into the bathroom proper. After drying, Chris grabbed his clothes
out of his drawer and I pulled on some jeans and a new sweater.

I tripped on the top step of the stairs and fell into Chris. We tumbled down
the stairs and ended in a heap at the bottom.

`Is this what they mean when they say that love transcends all levels?' My
Dad stood over us.
`I think you're gonna have to cut the jokes.' I said getting up. Chris had
other ideas though and pulled me back down into a long kiss.

`You really have gotta calm those hormones down.' My Dad said when he saw
this display. He walked off chuckling to himself.

`Chris! What the hell did you do that for?'
He just looked at me as though it was obvious and gave me his
"I'm-too-cute-and-innocent-to-do-anything-wrong" look.
`I'll never understand you, Chris.'
`I hope you never do.' He replied. `Then I can always surprise you.' We were
in for a surprise all right.

`So where are we going?' I asked, coming into the kitchen.
`France.' My Mom said simply.
`France?' Chris and I chorused, looking at each other.
`France.' Confirmed my Dad. `You kids want to go to Disneyland?'