My Chris, My love, I thought Part II

I stood there holding Chris in my arms; it felt like fling holding him. My stomach felt like it disappeared, and my mind could only think of how gifted and blessed I was to finally have him. I don’t even really remember what happened, all I know now is that Chris was mine, I was his, and that’s all that ever mattered. I began to cry, I couldn’t help myself, I finally had him, I finally had him. His soft black hair was now in my face, his head on my chest, I never wanted to let him go, and we stood there for I thought an eternity, all I could do was cry, it had been a long wait, a long, hard, painful wait. Every second I didn’t have him in my arms I died, now that he was in them, he brought me new life, a new beginning. My world started over, and he was the first thing in it, and I wanted it exactly like that. My heart screamed with passion and happiness. I can’t remember what he was doing; I pray the same emotions were flowing through him as well. He was everything to me, and I promised myself, that he would always remain my everything. Why would I dare mistrust this innocent angel I now held in my arms. I sensed his hard life, and I just wanted to take him away form all of that, make him the center of our universe, treat him like the divine gift he was to me. I gently lifted his head up, I was blinded by my own tears, but I could still see his beautiful face, I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft, soothing lips, lightly. Electricity shot through me, it always did when we kissed. I held him close to me again. He was my angel, my sweet, innocent, beautiful angel, and I wanted he to have everything in the world he wanted, to give him everything he ever went without. I tenderly touched his delicate cheek, and leaned for another small kiss. The electricity was overwhelming; I swear it got more powerful every time. We lied down, holding ever other tightly. I told him I’d never let him go, and I meant to hold him as long as humanly possible. I laid his beautiful head on my neck and I supported it with my own head. We fell asleep like that, and I dreamt of exactly what I was doing, holding him close to my heart. 

I woke up first; he had moved his head in front of mine. I lay there watching him sleep for Lord knows how long. Our arms were still draped around each other. I leaned in to wake him up with a small kiss, but when he woke up, the kiss didn’t stop, it kept growing, and became more passionate. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and if it was real lightening I felt, I would have burned us both to a crisp. I couldn’t stop, I didn’t want to stop, he must not have wanted to either. I just kept going, I held him tighter, and we just kept it up. Until there was a knock on the door. I dropped out of the bed and raised up, I said softly ‘come in.’ It was Chris’s mom, she said lunch was ready, we said we would be down in a minute. She smiled and left us, closing the door behind her. I reached up, and folded my fingers around his, and held his hand like that for a few minutes. I spoke first, “Chris, I want to come out.” 

“It is a pretty day, today.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, that, are you sure.”
“Yes, I want to spend my life with you, why spend it hidden. I want the world to see that I am in love with the most perfect and beautiful person in this world.”
“Are you positive Adam?”
“For you Chris, I’ll do anything.”
“Ok, alright, but lets tell my mom first. Ok?”
“Ok”
We walked downstairs, and into the living room, Chris’s brother was there, watching TV. Chris said into the kitchen, Mom, could you come in here for a minute. She walked in, “Please set down, we have something to tell you.”
She had the look of worry in her eyes, but it wasn’t what she thought. “Mom, I have… We have something to tell you.” Chris’s brother looked puzzled. 
“Mom, I… I’m gay.” Her mouth dropped, 
“I knew it,” Chris’s brother shouted, “I knew you was a fag, you damn queers.”
“Hey!” I shouted, “So what if we’re gay, have a fuckin’ problem with it, we can leave, its not like we have to stay here.” 
“Calm down,” His mother said to both of us, “Calm down.” Chris grasped my hand, and slowly pulled me back down in my seat. “I had a feeling, but I was hoping I was wrong.”
“Mom, there is more,”
“Oh?”
“I am in love with your son ma’am.”
“In love?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Chris?”
“Its true,” He leaned in on my shoulder, I held his hand tightly. I felt the pain surging inside him. 
“Chris, is this what you really want in life.”
“I believe so mom,” She then glared at me. “Well, will you take care of him? Will you be with him? You aren’t in this for lust?”
“Yes ma’am, I mean, yes, I will make sure he lives with no worries, I will never leave his side, and no, ma’am, we haven’t really even um…” I coughed, cleaning my throat. 
“Oh!” She sounded surprised. “Well, son, if this is what you want in life. I can’t really stand in your way. Just know we love you.”
“Chris started to cry, and hugged his mom. She held him back, but she didn’t seem like she was sad, nor happy. I couldn’t explain. Chris’s brother on the other hand, ran out the room, stomping. 

That day, we stayed locked in his room, he was engaged in playing his computer games, I was content with my head in his lap. The day passed rather quickly, I walked outside the room once or twice myself, to use the bathroom. I saw Chris’s brother one of those times. He gave me an evil, maniacal glare, as he stood in the shadows behind the stair. I told Chris, his face dropped and sadness covered him like a mask. I held his hand, and brought myself to kiss him. When I drew back, I saw the sadness leave him. His smile was so bright, and his soft lips curled. I rose up off his lap, sat beside him, and wrapped him in my arms. And he rose to me and we kissed again. Oh god, I loved the taste of his lips. I slowly leaned him back, laying him gently on the bed, kissing him so passionately. I loved him, I loved being with him, and I wanted to show him. I slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head. I stopped with it still over his eyes, blindfolding him, and began kissing him again. He loved being teased, as much as he loved being a tease. I slowly kissed my way down his neck, he was so sweet, every inch of his body was like honey. I took his hand in mine, again, slowly kissing every inch of it tell I met his fingers. I brought his hand to my cheek, I loved his hands, they always seemed to feel like ice, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He knew I loved it. He figured it was my turn. Trading places, he rose up, and met my lips again, and tenderly laid me down. Still kissing me, he began unbuttoning my shirt, and took it off. He took my hands in his, and lifted them above my head. I opened my eyes to see a devilish glimmer in them. I knew I was going to like what was about to come. He took the bandana that he was wearing earlier that morning and tied it around my eyes. I was blind. He kissed me again. Seductively, deeply. I loved it when he was like this, only this time, it was going to go farther. Before this, the farthest was had gone was a handjob, and a partial blowjob. This time, this time I wanted to show him how much I loved him. I felt my pants slowly pull away, then I felt him move too. Suddenly, I felt him on me, on top of me, naked, me hands were still above my head, I felt cold silk bind them, no doubt one of his many unused silk ties. Then I felt him do the same on each leg. There I was, bond, vulnerable, and I couldn’t wait. I felt his luscious lips yet again. But this time he went lower, my neck, my chest, then, I felt his hot mouth on my… on me. It was so… so electrical, like he was fueling me for later. I was still blinded and I so wanted to see him, but this was powerful, and, after a short while, a was so close to my climax, I felt it come right to the tip, then… he rose up and kissed me, he stopped just in time. I felt he, now extremely hot, mouth on mine, and he seemed so energized. 

The kiss ended, I felt like a baby jerk away from its nipple. Then I felt him climb up on me, on my chest, I felt… his… oh, I felt it against my lips. I took it in my mouth, he was huge, the head by itself was the perfect size for my mouth, but only the head, anymore, and I would have gagged to death, but I tried, and he liked it. He began to moan, loud, I was actually a little scared that he would bring his mother upstairs. But he pulled himself out, gasping for breath. I didn’t think I could please him so well, him being so huge, and both of us afraid he might hurt me, but I did try my best. 

I felt the bed and him move again, he began to place himself over on my… me… again, but I stopped him, I wanted to show him, to prove to him, that I loved him, so much so, as to let him in me first. I heard him giggle, as he bent down and kissed me yet again, then he kissed my forehead. “Are you sure?” 

“Positive, I want to feel you in me. I want a part of you apart of me.” He laughed lightly again, and I felt the silk ties leave my feet. With that, my legs where whirled above my owe head, I had never been I this position, but I loved it, and I wanted Chris to be the first… I laid on my, bracing my legs, sandwiching them between our bare chests. He kissed me again, deep passionate. Then, I felt a cold yet warm liquid on my ass, Chris was lubing me up, preparing my to receive him. Chris, still kissing my deeply, my having him tongue in my mouth, was more excitement and power than my body could handle. The power, the erotic excitement, My God, I never felt anything like it before in my life. Then a finger slipped inside me, I moaned in his mouth, loud. I had never had anyone do that before. He moved it rough yet smoothly in and out of me. Then he pulled it out, it was time. For the first time, fear came on me. I have never taken anything his size before, and I just released it now. I felt the head touch my pucker. He was still kissing me, we never stopped since lifted my legs, and yet he continued, and I didn’t want to stop… ever. 

He slowly pressed himself in me, he slipped twice, but the third time, I felt him enter me. My God, I thanked God for making such pleasure appear on earth. We both moaned brashly in each others mouths. I was beyond myself, like I was floating above us watching. Then Chris began to withdraw from me, he wasn’t even halfway out and I felt so empty without him. My hands tied, though, I couldn’t do anything, but the expresstion on my face must have told him, because right after I thought it, he re-entered me, hard. He knew I loved it rough. He pulled out, almost all the way this time, right to the brim of the head, and then, faster than before, shoved it straight in me again. We began to groan and moan into each other. I knew he loved what he was feeling, I hadn’t had sex in four years now, and he hadn’t topped but once many years before. He finally broke the kiss. “I’m ready”

“Cum in me, I want you inside me, I want a part of you to be apart of me.” And with that and began the kiss again, and I felt it, I felt him, in me, all the way, and throbbing, like a vibrator, I knew he was Cumming. So I began moving my insides, (a talent of mine) and he raised his head and shouted as I did. Then he fell on me, his forehead on my lips, I was still bound, both by the ties, and him still holding my legs, and him being inside me. I dare now move, it excited me too much to feel him still inside me. I kissed his brow softly. He rose to kiss me again, and then said, ‘hold on,’ as he began to pull out of me. I tightened my inside.
“Now, now, lets not do that, you’ll get me started again.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” he chucked and lightly laughed again, he brought him self down to kiss me, and pulled out quickly, with a sucking sound from my inside. I moan and whined as he did, I felt so empty without him. But he had something that would change my mind.