Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2001 10:20:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Blake Thibault <cujo5230@go.com>
Subject: Taking Chris' Freedom Part 1

Note: This story is completely fictional.  "Chris" is a real person but his
name and my name are changed and the events that happened here are not what
actually happened.  There are two boys in the story, the older child is me.
My name here is Tommy Kilner, and the youngest one's name is Chris Covey.
The time the story begins is June 13th 2001, the week after the last day of
school.

I want to create a few installments on this, write suggestions on further
chapters at cujo5230@go.com.

You already know all of the restrictions so I am being as laconic as I can.
If you do not want to read the story, don't I am not forcing you to, but
you might miss a great story.

Part 1 of "Taking Chris' Freedom"

Chris went into my bedroom at around 10:30 like he always does because I
need him at that time every night.  In order for him to go to my room, he
left his room through the first story window so he would not disturb his
mother from sleeping when he was leaving or entering the house.  When Chris
is completely outside he walks slowly between our houses and goes into my
bedroom window.

When Chris is inside my bedroom he sees me with only my boxers on.  I tell
him to completely strip off his clothes.  He takes off his shorts, then his
shirt.  This time he only has his boxers on.  I tell him that he needs to
take off his boxers.  Chris looked ashamed because he was being disobedient
to me.  He slowly took off his boxers.  They plopped to the floor because
Chris did not use his hands to take them off after they reached below his
hips.

I told him, "Chris I am sorry that you had to completely take off your
clothes, but your body is so beautiful that no clothes should be on at
anytime."

I kissed Chris on his forehead, he felt better that I was loving him.  His
frown disappeared.

Then I took off my boxers and threw them to the opposite side of my
bedroom.  I held Chris with my arms around his chess to embrace his body.

Chris said to me, "I love you all the time Tommy."

Chris is going to be fifteen on October 18th, his body was a boy`s body for
his age.  He was at the time five seven and weighed 125 pounds.  I don't
know how he can be this thin. He plays lacrosse and soccer but he should
not be as thin as he always has.  His mom thought he was anorexic at one
point, but she found out Chris was eating.  Even though he was this thin I
loved his body.

He had orange blond hair that was gelled.  He combed the hair straight down
everywhere but his bangs were horizontal.  He had a few freckles on his
fair skin, he has quite a bit of peach fuzz on his chin and sides, the hair
is light so it does not show until a few feet away.  The center of his
lower part of his stomach had a little bit of hair that went down to his
crotch.  His thin legs had a bit of hair on them.  The most beautiful part
of his body is his cock.  It was just over five inches long and was so
beautiful.  There was hair growing around his cock.  I just could not wait
until I gave a blowjob to him.

I am a normal junior in high school.  I am going to be seventeen on
November 12th.  I am two years older than Chris.  I was six feet and I
weighed 155 pounds.  I am not as thin as Chris but I am more muscular
because I weight train a few times a week for baseball and basketball.  I
have mostly blond hair with a little brown hair.  I have to shave almost
every day so my facial hair does not show.  I have a bit of hair on my
stomach.  I have more on my legs and arms.  I have a ton around my crouch
area.  Chris loves my cock, and he loves to give me a blowjob.

I think that we are attracted to girls more than to boys.  I don't think we
are gay, but we have a relationship.  Chris and I have had our fair share
of girls in our lives.  Neither of us lost our virginity from a girl.  I
love Chris more than any girl I had and Chris loves me more than any girl
he had.

I can remember the first time I met him.  It was July 2000.  He was then 13
I was 15. I first saw him sitting down on the front lawn of his house a few
days after he moved.  He looked a bit lonely.  I felt I wanted this kid as
a best friend.  I wanted to I love him.

I went up to the house and I said to Chris, "Hi, I am Tommy Kilner, your
neighbor."

He said his name in a monotonous way, "My name is Chris Covey."

I said to him, "Do you have a friend yet Chris?"

He said he did not have a friend here; he had many in his former junior
high school near Pittsburgh.  He could now only talk to his friends on the
internet or the telephone because they were so far away.  I knew he wanted
them back as he said this.

I offered him me as his new friend.

He was shocked, "Really, I could have you as a friend!  I thought that I
was too young for you."

At this point I realized this junior higher looked up to me.  I thought I
was too old for Chris.

"If you need a friend, I can be the one."

"Can I ask my mom if I can go to your house because my room is trash right
now."

Of course I said yes, I don't want to give up this kid when I had him as my
friend.

We went to his mom.  He was enthused because he had a new friend.

He said, "Mom this is our neighbor Tommy Kilner.  Could I go to his house?"

"Yes Chris, I am proud you already made a friend."

We went out of Chris' house and into mine.  Our houses were similar sizes.
The houses in the neighborhood did not look different from each other.

My mom is gone for work.  My dad is away a lot of the time because of
business trips.  Since I was 12 I fend for myself, but I usually go with my
friends somewhere so I am not alone.

When Chris was at my house we decided that I can show him around the
unfamiliar territory he lived in.  The houses are walking distance from the
school and downtown.  I took him around the downtown area.  Chris' mom will
be so proud of me teaching Chris the town.  I had a little bit of money on
me so I took him to lunch.  We decided to go to Subway because it was close
to us and it was cheap.  We ate our lunch while talking about our lives.
Chris' parents were away from the house about the same amount of time as
mine were.  Chris told me about his friends.  I was not surprised he had
that many.  He had the looks and the personality to have as many friends as
he had in Pittsburgh.

We went back to my house and I took him to my room.  He was impressed with
my collections of baseball cards that I had.  I bought these cards cheap at
a small memorabilia shop a few towns away. Chris saw when my room was
trashed.  This is nothing new to me, I have too many priorities to clean my
bedroom.

Chris said to me, "Could I sleep in your house tonight because my room has
nothing in it.?"

I could not resist.  "Yes you can but tell your mother first."

Chris could not wait for the sleepover.  Between this and our sleepover
Chris had to take all of his possessions out of the boxes.  I was ok with
that.  I wanted to go see my other friend Josh who was older than me.  He
was going to be 18 in late July.  He was a cool kid.  We did a lot of stuff
together over the years.  He was going to graduate in May 2001.  He will
stay home after he graduates because he will go to the state university
thirty miles away.  I went over Josh's house and we just talked for a long
time I forgot what time it was.  I decided to go home and I said goodbye to
Josh.

A few hours later Chris and I had the sleepover.  Chris already ate at his
house so I did not offer him any food unless he wanted anything.  We
decided to watch "Scary Movie" on VHS.  He liked the movie when it was in
theatres and I loved it I thought the movie should have won an Oscar.  We
sat on the floor while we watched the movie.  We watched the movie for
around an hour. Then I noticed that Chris was starting to sleep and he had
rest his head on my stomach area.  Then I knew that he liked me if he
wanted to rest on my stomach.  I was still awake until the end of the
movie.  Then I turned off the VCR and television.  Chris's head was still
on my stomach so I could not move too fast without disturbing Chris.  I
slowly moved my head so it was on the floor and sleep.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next morning Chris first woke up.  He thought that I started to sleep
at the same time he did so he woke me up.

He yelled, "Tommy wake up."

I said in a softer tone, "Chris I went to bed a few hours after you did.  I
am tired."

"But I can wake up so I can spend the day with you."

As he said that I was shocked.  This kid really likes me because he wants
to spend the day with me.

I woke up because I know the more time I spend with him, Chris will love me
with a greater intensity.

I asked Chris, "Do you like baseball?"

"Yes I do Tommy.  I used to be in a recreational team."

"So am I Chris.  Are you in one now?"

"No when I moved here it was too late to signup it is now July.  Oh well I
will be on the freshmen soccer team in the fall."

"We can practice throwing and pitching in one of the front yards."

"That will be cool."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

A few weeks had passed.  The summer was almost ending.  Chris wanted to go
to a summer camp and meet new friends.  He needed a few friends in his own
class.  At that time I was going to be a sophomore and Chris was going to
be in 8th grade.  He found kids at the camp who went to his junior high.

During the time Chris was away, I stayed at this marching band camp for
four days at a local college.  I did this because the band instructor said
it would be good for me to practice.  I said whatever to him when he said
that I should go to it.  I do not like him at all sometimes; he can be a
pain in the ass.  I had to go to our own stupid school marching band camp
for the entire week before school starts because he is a jerk.

The Friday before my school's marching band camp Chris and I went to the
mall for the last day of summer we had together.  My mom dropped us off
near the mall.  We decided just to hang around in the mall for a few hours
because we had nothing else to do and to escape the heat.  We walked around
going to the computer software stores, clothing shops, and the food court.
We had enough money to buy lunch and buy one item for each of us.  I found
this really cool game at the computer software store.  I think Chris liked
it but I do not think he wanted to buy it because I had it.  I noticed that
when I was paying for it.

"Chris you can come over my house anytime you want to when I am there to do
anything you want including playing this game."

Chris had a grin when I said that.  I knew he liked me because I was his
friend.

My mom told us that she would pick us up at three thirty.  We were fine
with that.  At three thirty we waited out in the parking lot for my mom.
When we saw here car we went over as fast as we could.  My mom drove us
home.  On the drive over Chris and I read the instructions to the game.
Installing games are simple compared to the other things I can do on
computers.  Josh had six computers because of his dad being a computer
network manager and we could play with the operating systems.  Josh had
Linux on one of them.  It was not hard at all to operate after learning the
commands.  I wish I had Linux on my computer.  We also played around the
hardware of the computers.  I am surprised I knew this much about
computers.

When we got home Chris and I went directly to my computer in my room.  We
installed the game in a few minutes.  Then we switched turns to play with
the game until Chris had to leave for dinner.  I told him that if I was
home he can come anytime he wanted to.  He said that was great.

Around midnight I started to prepare to go to bed.  I started to undress
myself until I was completely naked.  Then I reach my hand into the drawer
of my bureau and pulled out the Hustlers Josh gave to me a few months ago.
I was starting to get really horny.  My cock started to stiffen up and I
started to stroke it with my right hand.  I held one of the Hustlers with
my left.  I looked at the women in the magazine.  The dominatrix pictures
catches my attention.  I wish I could dominate Chris or the other way
around so I was dominated.  I think one of us being a dominatrix would
really be a turn on to me.

 I must have forgotten to close my blinds because while I was masturbating
Chris could see me masturbating.  He looked at me and was really turned on
by my jacking off.  He took off everything except his boxers.  Chris' cock
was stiffening quickly.  He wanted me bad and right now.  He went out of
his window and climbed slowly between our houses and went into my window.
I did not even notice him because I was so close to shooting.

Then I saw Chris, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I want you now Tommy!"

Chris started to give me a blowjob.  Now I was really horny, this kid
giving me a blowjob really got me.  Chris sucked me as hard as he could.
This was the best feeling in the world.  I knew I was going to shoot.  I
moaned really hard and I unloaded into Chris' mouth.  I shot really hard
into Chris' mouth.  Chris continued to suck and swallow me dry.  Chris did
not stop until he was tired out.

"I lost my virginity to you Chris," I said as I trying to recover, "and you
are going to lose yours to me."

"Tommy do me."

I took Tommy down to the floor.  I took off his boxers.  Then I saw his
cock.  It was as hard as a rock.  I wanted it more than ever.  I took his
cock into my mouth and swallowed it.  This was so hot for both of us.  I
wanted him to cum.  He was moaning and he was saying, "Fuck me Tommy."  I
continued to fuck Chris until he let out a moan and unloaded his boy cum.
He came in my mouth and I sucked the luscious cum.

Then I stopped.  I started to come up toward Chris' head and I kissed him.
We exchanged our own boy juices.  This was so fucking hot.  I never wanted
it to end.

Chris then saw my Hustler.  He was fascinated by seeing the dominatrix in
the Hustler.

I asked Chris, "Chris do you like the dominatrix here in the magazine."

"Tommy, can you be my dominatrix?  I want to be owned and I want my freedom
to be taken away!"

This is what I wanted out of Chris.  I wanted to be the dominatrix the
entire time Chris was here and I was now the dominatrix.

"Chris I love you.  I am going to own you.  When I capture you I am going
to love you and take your freedom away."

This was a happy moment for Chris.  He has an owner.  This was what I
wanted, I was an owner and a capturer.


I believe this can be a great story, so write me back at cujo5230@go.com I
appreciate for anyone who gives me ideas that are not way out of line of
what I wanted from the story.