Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 21:09:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Smith <atreyumylove@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christian and I  Part 1 of several

This story will be about Relationships among Younger Kids, Relationships
among Siblings and other Family Members and Cross-Genereational
Relationships

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Disclaimed: The following story contains sexual acts between
minors and/or adults. Strong language is also contained. The
author accepts no responsibility for any penalty resulting
from state or federal restrictions if it is unlawful for the
reader. Also, if you are underage, it is advised not to read
further.

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			 Copyright 2006 by atreyu


Christian and I


Chris and I met when we were 15, almost 16 years old, my
parents and I had just moved to San Diego California back in
the summer of 2001. Being an only child, I suppose I was
used to being a loner and had to rely on my creativity and
imagination to entertain myself. Also, being somewhat shy
didn't exactly help in making new friends. I remember my
pass time was studying, riding my dirt bike, listening to my
favorite music, playing video games, surfing the web for
free music and porn which the latter I kept buried away well
in my hard drive where no one could find it, not that my
parents were nosy with my things; but still, one could never
be too careful. I also loved tinkering with my computer,
which I had built my self; I guess you could say I was sort
of a geek, not that there's anything wrong whit it. I say
sort of because unlike your regular geek, I liked mechanical
stuff and was always approached by girls in school, but
sadly for them, I wasn't interested; I didn't find them
interesting but rather annoying at sometimes; so I had to
always find some bullshit to throw at them when they wanted
to be more than friends. Now Chris was a little bit
different than me; well, in the shyness aspect at least; he
wasn't as introverted as I was I guess, he was more loose
and always said what was on his mind, he didn't exactly care
about what people thought I would say, and some how that
attracted me to him even more; yes that's right, I was
attracted to him. I knew boys were supposed to like girls
and vice-versa, but not me; I-LIKED-BOYS. I always knew I
was different; unlike girls, boys were so interesting to me;
I love watching them, studying them, looking at their faces,
their expressions, their red boy lips; I used to imagine how
it would feel to kiss them, to taste them; and no, before
you even try to think about it, I wasn't molested or raped
or any other stupid bullshit of that sort. Fuck the idiots
that say that little boys do not have a sex drive, that
little boys do not know about lust, and cannot be consenting
sexual beings; people can be so stupid and ignorant! It just
goes to show you. In the end they don't know shit!

As far as I can remember, I have always felt like this; even
as a little boy, I was always very interested in sex, boys
and even sometimes men! Yes, even men, I remember at night
in my room, in my bed; me, a little 7 year old boy; even
before I discovered the pleasures of masturbation; I would
take off my pajamas and underwear and lie naked on my back,
under the sheets, I would spread my legs open, and I would
feel the coolness of the sheets caressing my bare skin, my
legs, and specially, my ass. Being naked under the sheets
made me feel naughty, it was all so sexual to me; even
though according to the "experts" it was impossible for a
child to have those feelings. I remember even as a little
boy, I had a fetish with underwear, briefs in particular the
tighter, the sexier they felt to me. The way they hugged my
bottom excited me. Mind you, I had no idea what sexy or
fetish for that matter meant; I was only a child.

But like I said earlier, my imagination was my best friend
at the time; I remember, I used to close my eyes, pull my
bottoms down and go into my little sexual world, I would
fantasize about men wanting me, lusting for me; I would
imagine them lusting over my boy ass as I would turn around
and walk away, and me turning my head back and smiling at
them in a mischievous way. I knew I was a good looking boy;
people would always be complementing me and my mom about it.
I am light skinned and have always been naturally smooth,
even after puberty. My hair is dark brown; my eyes are hazel
green, I wasn't fat, but I wasn't skinny either, I had just
the right body for a little boy and a nice round perky ass
to go with it. I wonder nowadays how many men fantasized
about having my reddish innocent boy lips wrapped around
their hard adult cocks, sucking them dry, licking their
salty cock heads; or them sticking their tongues in my
little boy hole, pleasuring me, begging for more.

 As I grew a little older, the sexual exploration of my body
became deeper. Naked in my bed at night, after a nice warm
shower, my hair still damp smelling of boy hair and shampoo,
the sheets would caress my ass, as I would touch my little
nipples and feel my boy chest, it all felt so good; I would
spread my little legs wide open and touch my self, imagining
it was adult men enjoying my little body, I would play with
my little hard cock, my balls, making me shiver. Then one
night, I went exploring further down and found my delicious
boy hole; the touch sent waves of new found pleasure
throughout my tender body. I started fingering my self a
little deeper and deeper, moving my finger around, squeezing
it with my sphincter; then, curiosity got the better of me
as I brought my probing finger to my nose; I knew I was
clean, I had just taken a shower, but I had to know, I had
to find out what it smelled like; as I took a whiff my eyes
closed as if by instinct as the clean but musky aroma of boy
pussy flooded my nostrils making my cocklet harder. It was
magnificent, intoxicating; can you imagine, the vaguely
musky aroma of a freshly showered little boy asshole? As I
was doing this I started playing with my little boy dick,
discovering masturbation for the very first time and
rewarding me with a wonderful dry orgasm. I was hooked,
night after night; I would pleasure my self, fantasizing
about boys and men. I guess some of us are born more sexual
than others, as nobody trained me on this; I suppose I was a
natural born little fuck boy. Sadly though, as much as I
desired it, there was no one who would take "advantage" of
me; I did not bump into any boylover at that time to let him
enjoy my little body, or for me to enjoy there fat juicy
cocks. But now I was older, I was a horny 14 year old boy,
thinking about sex almost all the time, that's when I met
Chris.

I remember the summer we met, we were on summer vacation, it
was a beautiful and peaceful Friday afternoon, a few hours
before sunset, the sky had a pleasant orange glow to it, and
this fine almost warm breeze was caressing my skin as I sat
there, outside on our doorsteps, watching the neighborhood
kids play soccer on the street; you could almost smell the
ocean from there; the kids were playing and having a good
time. That's when I first saw him; of all there, Chris stood
out the most; he was a stout boy, taller, pale skin, longish
blonde hair.  Now by stout, I'm not implying he was obese,
but I suppose he was carrying a few extra pounds on him,
nevertheless he carry them well. I also notice all the other
boys playing there seemed to be younger than him, maybe
between the ages of 10 to 13.

They were all having a good time as I sat there relaxing and
enjoying the sunset and the view. I saw him looking my way a
few times. When the sun was about to finally set, and all
the other kids got called inside, he said good bye to the
last ones, turned his head my way and waved. I didn't
respond right away, I guess he caught me off guard, I wasn't
still sure if he was waving at me; then he started waking
towards where I sat.

 "Hi there" were the first words he threw at me carrying the
soccer ball by his hip. "Hi" I responded.
"I guess you are the new neighbors huh?" said Chris while he
plopped and sat next to me on the door steps as if we had
been friends for ever. I saw him put down the soccer ball on
the ground.
"Um, yeah, we just finished moving in" I said, looking at
him, still a bit surprised he was not here.
"Yeah, I saw you riding your bike a few days ago"  "I'm
Chris by the way" he told me as he presented his hand to me.

"Alfredo" I responded and started to shake his hand. "Come
again?" Said Chris. "Alfredo" I repeated a little bit
louder. "Oh like the Italian sauce?" Said Chris.
"Cool, nice to meet you Alfrey-do" Said Chris pronouncing my
name with a distinctive Anglo accent to it
"Yeah, nice to meet you too" I said as we broke the
handshake. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood!" Said Chris,
as he looked directly into my eyes, giving me a nice big
smile. Then I saw his eyes. He had the most beautiful blue
eyes I had ever seen, which contrasted nicely with his
blondish hair.
"Um, thanks" I said breaking the hand shake.
"You play soccer?" he asked. "No, I'm not much into sports I
guess" I said looking down.
"Oh, that's cool, I don't play soccer that much either, I'm
more into Football. But my dad brought me this yesterday"
Said Chris showing me the soccer ball "I thought I would
give it a try"
"Oh cool" I said clueless. I didn't know what else to say at
that moment! I mean, moments earlier I was admiring him from
afar, studying him as he played and laughed with the other
boys, wondering what his name was, what he liked to do
besides play soccer; and now, half an our later, he was here
sitting next to me, staring at me with those ocean blue eyes
of his; and I couldn't think of a thing to say. Damn it!
"Fuck fuck fuck" I thought to my self, as I was checking him
out, trying not to look obvious. Fuck, I'm sure he had to
notice me steeling peeks at his broad chest and thick legs
as he was wearing a navy blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of
tight khaki shorts that made his bulge very noticeable from
where I was sitting, I wanted to see more, but I couldn't.
How? He was right here, next to me and I didn't want him to
think I was a little faggot checking him out.
"Where'd you move from?" He asked smiling. "Um, Mexico
actually, we used to live there, but my dad's originally
from here" "The company he works for brought him here, he's
an architect" I added. "Oh cool, I've been to Mexico before
with my dad and his family"
"His family?" I asked looking at him.
"Yeah, my mom and dad divorced like 6 years ago." Said
Chris "He was fucking his secretary, knocked her up and
later moved in with her" "They have a 7 year old brat; I
guess my half brother you know?"
"Oh wow" I responded not knowing what else to say to that.
We had just met two minutes ago and he was already telling me
about his personal life, yeah, that was Chris. According to
him, right before his parents divorced, his dad had already
been having the affair with his secretary for 2 years.
"Yeah well, as you can see, I'm over it, haha!" Said Chris
laughing. I smiled back.
"So where do you live?" I asked "Oh about a block from here,
that way" he said pointing to his right. "I live with my
mom, but sometimes my dad comes and picks me up; takes me
out to eat or something, or to his house" Apparently, I
learned later, Chris's dad made very good money, he was some
sort of engineer and was part owner of some company that
fabricated computer chips. That made it possible for him to
sometimes spoil him with gifts; I suppose, it was his way of
trying to make it up to Chris for leaving.
"What about you?" Asked Chris "Any brothers, sisters, pets?"
"Nope" I said "just me my mom and dad"
"Yeah me too, well except for my stupid half brother,
Ronnie, which I really don't like that much" Explained Chris
"How come?" I asked "Well, he's a spoiled little shit for
starters! Haha, And he's very annoying, but let's not talk
about that right now" There was some seconds of silence
"Hey, I'm kinda thirsty" said Chris "You wanna go with me to
the Seven Eleven and get a Slushy or something?" "My throat
is parched, haha!" Said Chris with a silly British accent. I
smiled
"Um sure, hold on let me get some money" I said smiling at
his last statement.
"Don't worry I got some, my way of welcoming you to the
neighborhood" he said as he started to get up.
"Um ok, thanks!" I said as I looked into his awesome blue
eyes "Mom, gonna go the store, I'll be right back!" I yelled
into the house as I got up too "Ok, ten cuidado! (be
careful)" was the response from inside. While my dad always
spoke to me in English, my mother on the other hand like
talking to me in Spanish, I thank her for that.

Chris was already walking toward the street, when I turned
around to follow. I saw his backside, specially his ass, he
had a nice beefy ass; those khaki shorts just made his white
boy bubble ass look even better! God I was a horny fucker.

It was about 6 in the afternoon when Chris and I were on our
way to the store, night had fallen and you could hear the
crickets doing their mating call, it was a beautiful summer
night. I was feeling hornier then other times walking next
to Chris as he was telling me about his parents divorce and
his "stupid little half brother" as he kept calling him. All
this time I couldn't keep from steeling glances at him, his
eyes and the facial expressions he made as he kept talking
to me. I was enjoying the moment.
"Um you don't talk much do you Alfrey-do?" "I guess I just
yap too much and don't let you huh? Haha" Said Chris
"Oh no, it's cool" I said "I guess I like to listen more
then I like to talk sometimes"
"He, yeah and I guess I'm the opposite" "No wonder my mom is
always telling me I don't listen" "Or maybe I'm boring the
hell out of you" Said Chris.
"Oh no, not at all!"  I exclaimed turning my head towards
him, with a look of surprise. I didn't want him to get the
wrong idea "I just don't have a lot of friends around here,
you know and we just moved in and." I wasn't finish talking
when Chris interrupted me.
"Oh it's cool!" he said "It's nice to have someone that
listens every now and then, my mom's always yapping away
haha, and besides, I don't have a lot of friends either;
everyone around here is either to old or to young to talk
to" "It's cool that you guys moved in" Said Chris giving me
a little pad on the back. "Um yeah, I think so too" That
made me smile, I felt better than I had felt in a long time.
I guess I was getting tired of being by my self most of the
time, I needed friends and Chris couldn't have come in a
better time. It was refreshing to say the least.

We were walking back from the store enjoying our cold drinks
and talking, I told Chris about Mexico and my mom's family
back there, about my dad being an architect and wanting me
to be one as well; about my dirt bike and all other stuff I
liked doing. But through all this, I was still checking him
out from time to time, when he wasn't looking of course;
steeling peeks of his ass, his nice legs and the bulge
between them, I couldn't believe how horny he made me; sure
he was a bit overweight, but I've always thought big boys
and men with extra meat on their bones are sexy!

As we were walking back, we came across a nice two story
house. "Well this is me" Said Chris pointing to the house.
"Hey you wanna go up to my room and hang out?" "Maybe we
could play some video games or something?" Said Chris
looking at me as he bit on the straw from his drink. "Um
yeah, I guess we could" "Just let me call my house" I said.
What the heck, it was a Friday night, school was out for the
summer and I had a new friend inviting me to his house. It
sounded like fun. I took out my phone; my parents had given
me a cell for my last birthday, for "emergencies" they said.
"You wanna use my cell?" Asked Chris "Oh I got mine here" I
said pulling it out from my pocket and showing it to him. I
dialed and my dad answered. "Hello?" Said the voice at the
other end. "Dad?" "Oh hey son" said my father "Where are
you?" "I'm here at a friends house" I said "I'll be home in
a while" I told my father "Is it the boy you were talking to
earlier?" he asked.  "Yeah, his name's Chris" I said "Ok,
just be careful, where does he live?" Asked my dad. "Um,
1624 same street as ours" I answered. "Okey dokey, keep your
phone handy just in case ok?" Instructed my dad. "Ok, I
will, bye!" I said as I hung up the cell. My parents trusted
me, they gave me my space, they knew I was a good student
and kept out of trouble; what trouble could I get my self
into anyways right?

Chris opened the door to his house and invited me in. As I
was walking in, I noticed they had a very nice home, I
guessed because of the dad. There weren't many lights on,
just a couple of lamps turned on in the living room. "My
mom's not here" Said Chris. "It's Friday night, I guess
she's out with her friends" "Come on follow me!" he said as
he started running up the stairs, I followed behind checking
out his big ass. We got to his room, it was awesome! It was
like walking into the presidential suite of a luxury hotel;
big; at least bigger then mine, in the middle there was a
nice queen size bed, modern wood furniture all around. In a
corner he had an awesome computer desk with an even awesome
looking desktop set up on it. Right in front of his bed he
had the coolest entertainment system a kid could ever want,
composed of a Sony Play Station with what seemed like an
endless collection of games, it was hooked up to the biggest
TV I had ever seen, dvd/vcr, combo, stereo system, the
works; I also noticed he had a mini fridge and a microwave.
A huge fish tank near the one of the walls gave the room its
finishing touch. I mean a guy could spend the rest of his
live in a room like that and never come out. His dad must
really feel guilty I thought.
"Wow your room is awesome!" I exclaimed
"Thanks!" He said "Come on in, make your self comfortable"
Said Chris grabbing the remote from his bed and turning on
the stereo system. "I'm kinda hungry, you want something to
eat Freddy? We could order some pizza if you like"
"Ok, sure that sounds cool" I responded. Thinking that he
just called me Freddy
"Oooook" Said Chris as he went and grab the phone next to
his bed. "Um, anything but anchovies" I said "Yes sir" He
said "I'm not too fond of them either" Added as he dialed
the number. "Hi yeah, I'd like to place an order." As Chris
was on the phone ordering our pizza, I sat there admiring
his room; I saw a couple of "Men's Health" magazines lying
on the floor next to a hamper. I had seen it before at the
book store, but never really bought them. The cover for this
particular issue had on it some beefy guy posing, flexing
his muscle filled arms and abs; it caught my eye. I went for
the magazine and picked it up and settle back on the chair.
I opened it and starting reading it; or more likely admiring
the pictures of "man beef" inside it, they were performing
different exercises in their tight lycra shorts. I heard
Chris completing the order and hanging up the phone. "You
work out?" I asked Chris without taking my eyes of
magazine's pages.
"Yeah, I have to. I'm in the wrestling team in school" He
said as he stood in front of me.
"Oh really? That's awesome!" I said looking up at him. I was
having images of him in his tight spandex, wrestling.
"Yeah well you know the chicks like it" Said Chris in a
joking matter, flexing his biceps and kissing each one at a
time.
"Ha ha ha, I bet!" I said chuckling. "Fucking sluts!" I
thought to my self. He was still standing in front of me.
Staring down at me with a grin. I timidly smiled back and
brought my eyes back to the magazine. "Pizza should be here
in less than 30" Said Chris breaking the silence. "Be right
back, I need to take a leak" He went into his bathroom
leaving the door open. I heard him unzip his shorts. Seconds
later the noise of his pee stream was echoing from the
toilet. "Aaaah, that feels good!" The sound of his stream
was heavy. I've always thoght you could estimate the size of
a guy's cock by the sound of his pee. It sounded like he had
a nice one. I heard the last droplets fall in the toilet. He
zipped up, flushed and started to wash his hands. I noticed
I was smiling, enjoying the moment. I knew we had just met a
couple of hours ago, but still, I felt like we had already
been friends for ever. I guess it was just the way
everything was projecting so far. Chris came out of the
bathroom and walked over plopping on his bed. I was still
going through the magazine. "So, found anything
interesting?" Said Chris.
"Yeah, it's a cool magazine, very informative" I said. "You
do these exercises?" I asked
"Yeah, I'm trying to loose the blubber" Answered Chris
squeezing his belly.
"Oh come on, don't say that!" I said
"It's true man, I'm a fucking whale. Look!" Chris stood up
from his bed and pulled his shirt up to his neck flashing me
and catching me off guard. I felt my dick twitch as he stood
there exposing his smooth fair skin to me. His chest was
more developed than other kids his age. He was turning into
a man. A set of big succulent red areolas surrounded his
nipples. Sure he was carrying extra weight. You could see
love handles on him and a little bit of baby fat surrounding
his mid region. But to me that only made him look more real,
more masculine and sexier. "Look at that!" Said Chris
massaging his belly "Don't tell me you don't find this
disgusting!"
"No I don't!" I said loudly. Chris looked into my eyes, then
back to his stomach. "Hmmm, I don't know" He said
"Let me see yours!" He told me
"My stomach?" I asked nervously
"Yeah, you shy?" Said Chris while as he reached for my
shirt. Pulling it up him self. I stood there frozen,
surprised. He was inspecting my belly. I felt him touch it,
making me jump. I giggled. I had always been very sensitive
to touching. I felt my nipples get hard. And was fighting
for my cock not to do the same.  "Haha, you're ticklish?"
Asked Chris
"Yeah a little" I said smiling at him. Chris saw my looked
at my chest and saw my nipples pointing at him.
"Damn!" Exclaimed Chris "You have huge nipples man!" It was
true, I was always very self conscious about my nipples. I
rarely wore t-shirts. I was sometimes teased about my
nipples being so perky. I hated it. "Yyyeah." I said
covering my self again. I felt blushing. "I hate them" I
said to Chris "Oh no, I didn't mean it like that" "You
should be proud of them, embrace them haha!" "Like me look!"
He turned half way showing me his bubble ass and slapping it
hard. "Hahaha, see?" "I know I have more ass than I need"
Said Chris. "But hey, girls like it. They're always trying
to pinch it" He made me laugh out loud. "You're crazy!" I
said to Chris
"Oh it's been debated" He answered. He looked at me with a
little grin again. "I like your accent dude" He said
"Oh, um, English is not my first language" I said bashfully
smiling
There was a pause then he said "So, are you gonna teach me
Espaniol?"
"Sure!" I exclaimed. Chris was going to say something when
the doorbell rang.
"Pizza's here!" Said Chris "Be right back!" He ran out the
door and down the stairs. I was left  standing there.
Thinking about him touching me earlier. It made me smile
again. I went into his bathroom to pee and wash my hands.
His bathroom, much like his bedroom was also very
impressive. I saw a Jacuzzi tub and a double headed shower.
The walls were covered with light brown marble. There was a
huge mirror over the sink. To elegant for a kid his age it
seemed.
"Hellooo?" I heard Chris's voice calling.
"I'm in the bathroom" I yelled back.
"Oh ok, what would you like to drink?" He asked "Let's see.I
got water. Dr.Pepper.Coke.O.J. and milk"
"Coke would be good" I answered as I was walking out of the
bathroom. Chris was bending over looking for our drinks in
the mini fridge. The pizza was on his bed.
"Okay.one coke coming right up!" "Dude, I am starving!" Said
Chris walking to the bed with our drinks. "I love pizza!" He
said as he opened the box "Come on dig in!" He ordered. We
started eating and savoring our pizza. We exchanged phone
numbers and e-mails, we talked and talked, about boy/guy
stuff, music, video games, movies, cars, motorcycles, and
just about everything else; yeah, I'm gay but not campy. I
love muscle cars and motorcycles and other "guy stuff".
Anyway, we were having a blast getting to know each other.
Then he asked "So, you have a girl friend?"  I drank some of
my Coke. "Here it is!" I thought to my self. That damn
question everybody just needs to ask sooner or later. I
would have rolled my eyes but it would have been rude.
"No" I answered "You?"
"Nah, I used to. But not anymore" Chris said. "My last ex-
girlfriends had big tits!" He said smiling.
"You like big tits? I asked. Inside I was cursing that
fucking skank. Even though I didn't know her.
"Well yeah" "You like'em small?" He asked laughing
"Well you know." I was about to say some bullshit when the
phone rang. He picked it up. It sounded like it was his mom.
By what he was saying, it seemed she wasn't coming home for
the night. He hanged up. "It was my mom" He said "She's not
coming tonight; she and her friends did some last minute
road trip or something" "I think she has a new boyfriend"
"Oh well!" Said Chris sounding like he didn't care. I said
nothing. Just nodded and drank some more of my Coke.
"I guess I should go now" I interrupted. "It's kinda late"
"Oh, are you sure?" "Tomorrow's Saturday" Chris noted. I
noticed he was adjusting his bulge. He left his hand there.
I tried my best not to stare as I noticed he was looking at
me.
"Yeah, I need to get up kinda early tomorrow" I said. "I'm
going to help my dad buy some stuff for the house"
"Oh, ok. Well maybe we can hang out tomorrow after your
done" Chris said "I'm gonna go have breakfast with my dad in
the morning but after that I'm all free" "Hey! You wanna
come over for a swim?" Exclaimed Chris with an eager look on
his face.
"Um, sure that sounds cool" I said to him looking at his blue
eyes.
"Cool! It's a date then!" "Be there or be square" He said.
"Hehe, ok" I chuckled
"Well, let me walk you out Freddy" I smiled as I started to
get up, I like it, him calling me Freddy.
He got up after me. I started walking out of his room and
down the stairs. We got to the living room and he opened the
door for me. "Ok dude, tomorrow about 12 or so?"
"Oh, ok. I'll be here." I said.
"Cool, see ya then than!"
I walked out the door "Ok bye! See you tomorrow" I said as I
was leaving.

I got home and noticed my parents were asleep already. I
tried not to make to much noise as I went to my room. I got
there, closed the door and started to undressed down to my
tighty whities, I loved wearing white briefs and bikinis,
BVD's, Hanes. The tighter, in the ass, the better; they made
me feel hornier. It didn't matter what kind as long as they
weren't any of those stupid boxers shit! I've always thought
they should dig up the guy who thought of that shit and
shoot him in the balls!
 As I was looking at my self in the mirror I adjusted my
bulge. I turned around and admire my ass; I liked the way it
looked in those tight Hanes. I gave it a nice squeeze. I had
a nice teen body I thought. "I would fuck my own ass if I
could"  "Hahaha. You're fucking sick" I thought to my self.
A nice cool shower came to mind as I was standing there. My
room had a bathroom as well, so I could shower as long as I
wanted. I peeled off my undies and went in the bathroom
naked, started the shower and went to take a piss, finished
and gave my cock its adequate shakes. Went into the shower
and as soon as my body felt the cool water, my nipples got
hard "Oooh" I let out as the water fell on my body, so nice
and cool. I kept thinking about Chris as I was slowly
shampooing my cock and balls. His voice I though, his smile,
the way his ass looked in those tight Khaki shorts he was
wearing and specially his blue eyes. He was hot, I thought
so; and he wanted to be my friend! I couldn't wait for
tomorrow. I wanted to blow a load right then and there but
no, "it'll be better in my bed" I contemplated. I did manage
to make my cock nicely hard and fat with my soapy slippery
hand though.

 After the shower I rapped a towel to my waist without
drying my self. I just shook the excess water off my hair. I
liked feeling the moisture on my body while in bed after a
nice shower. As I headed for my bed I heard a beep from my
cell phone. I had a text message. I quickly opened it, my
heart jumping, it was from Chris. I knew it! Who else could
it be? It read "Hey Freddy, just wanted to tell you it was
cool to meet you. You're a cool guy"
It made me giggle like a dumb school girl. I texted him back
as fast as I could type on the cell's key pad. "Hi Chris,
sorry for the delay, was taking a shower. It was awesome
meeting you too! You're a cooler guy! "  I pressed the
"send" button.  The phone started doing its thing. "Cooler
guy?" I thought. "That sounded stupid!"  I hooked the phone
to the charger and set it on my drawer. All this with a big
smile on my face. I felt horny still. I started massaging my
cock again. I had jacked off this morning in the shower
thinking of whatever. But now I was going to jack off on my
bed, naked after a nice cool shower, like I used to since I
was a little boy; but now I was going to do it with images
of blue eyed Chris in my mind. Remembering every little
detail I could of our earlier meeting.

I let the towel drop and lay down on my bed. "Aaah" I let
out as I felt my cool sheets touching my body when I nestled
in. I closed my eyes and started touching my cock, making it
fat and hard. I guess you could say I had an average cock,
about 6 and half inches hard, but what I like most is the
thickness.
 I spread my legs and felt my balls; nice and fat, full of
creamy teen cum.
I was enjoying my body, taking it slow, thinking of him. I
always tried to delay my cum as long as I could. My record
was 2 hours. And tonight was no different. I started jacking
off, quickly sending waves of oh so needed pleasure
throughout my body. Within minutes my salty precum started
flowing by the gallons. I would squeeze it out of my hard
cock and take it to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The
salty flavor touched my tongue making me even harder.
"Fuck!" I thought. How I wished I had some fucking guy on
top of me fucking me hard, sucking on my cock! I was so
fucking horny. Images of Chris kept flashing on my mind. I
felt the pressure of my cum building up. I had been at it
for hours now, milking it, making it last. My lower abdomen
started to hurt. It was time, I thought. I could not hold it
anymore! My hips started to buck. Faster and faster I pumped
my fat cock meat. I saw a bolt of lightning flashing across
my eyes as my cock exploded sending me to one of the most
intense orgasms I'd ever had. I felt jets of hot milky sperm
shooting from my engorged cock.  I managed to catch them
with my left hand. I wasn't going to waste it. I felt the
spasms of the dying orgasm. I kept pumping for the last
drops of cum until I couldn't any more. My body was left
spent by the fiery climax. I brought my cum filled hand to
my mouth and started licking it, swallowing it. I licked my
hand clean and fell back on the pillow savoring the fruit of
my lustful body. I saw the clock near my bed, it was soon to
be 2:00 am. I felt a delicious weakness take over my body as
I started to doze off in to the night. A smile on my face.


To be continued.