My Chris, My love, I thought Part II

He climbed on top of me, his ass on top of me… and I had never topped before, he knew this. He lubed my cock up, and then his ass. Next thing I know, he slammed himself on me. I yelled in ecstasy, he bent down and muffled my scream with yet another deep kiss. The sensation of it was remarkable. I had never felt such energy before, I only wished it was as good for Chris as it was for me. He arose again, back stiffened. And he began to bob up and down, slowly at first. I felt the blindfold bandana leave my face, as he came down for another kiss. When he rose I asked, “did I make you feel this good?”

“Yes babe, you did.” He smiled, so bright and full of love. He then undid my hands, and grasped them in his owe. The beauty in him, my god, thank you god for giving me him. Light was pouring from him. His eyes closed, mouth open, as small, almost hidden gasps escaped his luscious mouth. Our motions became faster, I could never have moved that fast. I was getting very close, but I was holding out, I was wanting it to last as long as possible. “Are you close?” he asked all of a sudden. 

“Yes, why?” 
“I am too…” I was in shock, I hadn’t touched him, in fact, I was holding his hands, then I felt it, hot, steamy cum all over my chest. I loved the feeling. Soon after, I released myself in him, placing a part of me in him. We stayed like that for several minutes, me inside of him, him lying on top of me. 

After about ten minutes, Chris jumped up. “Oh No! What time is it?” 
“I’m not sure?” And we both looked at the clock, it was 1:00 am, 
“Oh shit, dad’s home, you better go.” 
“But I don’t want to leave you, I want to be with you.”
“I know, I know,” he kissed me softly.
“Chris, I Love you.” He just smiled and kissed me again. 

He helped me take my things back down to the car. I kissed him softly, deeply, knowing it might be a while before I felt his lips again. I said I loved him, and that I always would. He smiled again, kissed me through the car window, and I pulled off. 

About half an hour later, my car began to sputter, felt like it was kicking in and out of gear. All of a sudden, it just stopped and I pulled into the emergency lane. I called one of the friends I rode down there with. He was drunk off his rocker and couldn’t help me till morning. I didn’t want to bother Chris so soon after I left him, not to mention his parents would not be happy with my calling at 1 or 2 in the morning. But I had no choice, I called. 

He answered the phone quietly but cheerfully. “Hey, um… Chris.”
“Yeah?”
“Um, I sorta need your help…”
“Oh, what happened?”
“I, uh, I ran outta gas.”
“Where are you at?”
“Right in front of a sign saying twenty seven miles to Kingsport.”
“That only a little while away, hold on.”
“Okay, thanks Chris, thank you so much.” He laughed, then I hear him talking to his mom. 
“Okay, mom said I could, I’ll be there in just a few.”
“Thanks sweetness.” He giggled and hung up. 

Ten minutes later, he txt me a message saying he would be there in 25 minutes. I would be so thrilled to see him again, and it had only been an hour or so since our last kiss. Before I knew it I saw the head lights through my rearview mirror. I was so happy, I jumped out of the car a greeted him with the biggest loving hug I could muster. I wanted to kiss him again, and I should have, but I didn’t think he wanted me to, us being right there on the side of the interstate. But now that I look back, I should have, why should we care. He handed me the gas tank, I gladly filled the tank. We had small talk for a little while, then tried to get the car started, needless to say, it didn’t… I had left the hazard lights on for so long that the battery had drained and didn’t have the power to start the motor. Chris grinned real big, I started cursing at the car. He strutted slowly to his car and climbed in… gosh I loved his walk, his soft glide, made my want to grab him and hold him. He had already grabbed the jumper cables and I opened the hood, boosted the battery and was off to the nearest gas station. 

At the pumps, he asked, “How much you need?”
“15?”
“Can you do with 10?”
“Sure,” and with that I pumped 10 dollars in my gas tank. He went inside, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and paid for the gas. We walk outside together and began to part, suddenly, I had the strangest urge. I turned around grabbed Chris’s arm, turned him around and kissed him, right there in the empty parking lot. When we stopped, I looked at the cashier through the window, and just smiled. 
“What was that for” Chris asked.
“Because, I just had to.”

The weekend passed rather quickly after that, I didn’t return back to Chris that weekend, I didn’t have any gas nor money for gas, and he was ‘busy.’ When I returned back to school, I finished moving out and into my friend Todd’s house. Soon after that, Chris made the final/complete break-up with Brandon. 

That next weekend, he told me, if he could have the weekend to think about us, weither he really wanted this. I said ok, and that I would except whatever decision he made. But he didn’t come back online after the weekend, in-fact, I heard nothing from him for over a week, but that week, I made plans. A company, by the name of Vector, had offered me a job working with them. Ten dollars an hour, an apartment (fully furnished) to stay in, and a starter check for food and gas. I accepted gladly, under one condition… that I could have one person live with me, they agreed.

I couldn’t wait to tell Chris. But my news would never reach his ears. Brandon, our ex now, called me. He was so upset. I was terrified for the worst. “Adam, I’ve lost Chris!”
“What? What’s wrong, What Happened?!?”
“He left me.”
“I know, I heard.”
“No, He left me… for someone else!” The first thoughts ran through my mind, ‘Who told?’ “He left me for Derrick!” My Jaw dropped.
“WHAT?!?!”
“He left me for Derrick, my ex boyfriend from Knoxville.” I hung up the phone, tell Brandon I had to go, something came up. And the I called Eric, a mutual friend of Chris and mine from New York. 
“Eric, tell me the fuckin’ truth!”
“Adam, what’s wrong? Calm down!”
“How what the fuck is going on? Brandon just called me, told me Chris was seeing….” I tried to hold back my tears and screams. “… that Chris was seeing, derrick.” I choked out. 
“Oh no, he did it.”
“What the fuck Eric, tell me!” I shouted.
Softly, Eric explained, “Chris… Chris has had a crush on Derrick for quiet a while, I never thought they would get together though. I thought he liked you.” 
“How long?”
“What?”
“HOW LONG!?” 
“I don’t know.” I hung up and slammed the cell phone across the room. After an hour or two, I picked it back up. Dang, those phones can take a beating and not really get hurt. I called Chris, but all I got was his voice mail. 
“Hey Chris, um, I talked to Brandon today. He told me something that I really didn’t care to hear. Call me back, please. Bye.” Soon after that, the name ‘Chris W.’ flashed across my cell screen. “Hello?”
“Hey, who is this?” a voice I had never heard before asked.
“Excuse me?”
“I said who the fuck is this?”
“I’m Adam, I’m guessing this is Derrick, correct?” I said not sounding too excited. 
“Yeah, what do you want.”
“I want to talk to Chris.”
“About what?”
“No offense, but that’s really none of your business.”
“Well, you ain’t talkin’ to him unless I know what it is.”
“Well last I checked, this was Chris’s phone, so either you can let me talk to him or not, its whatever, but you have no right to nose into others private business…. You know what, forget it, tell him he can call me if he wants.” And I hung up. Five minutes later, the phone rang again, ‘Chris W.’ “What!” I shouted. 
“Adam?” It was Chris. 
“Chris.”
“Hey”
“Hey” I said dully.
“Did you wanna talk to me?”
“Yes, Chris, I did. Brandon told me something today, and Eric.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, um, lets just say, um, I didn’t like what I heard.”
“Oh” he sounded glum.
“Is it true, Chris?”
“I don’t know…”
“What?” He said nothing, “How the fuck do you not know?” Still nothing, I got tired of it. “Chris, just forget it. Chris, I’m here, I’m always going to be here.” Heavy breathing… “And Chris, I still love you.” And I just hung up again. 

Right after that, the phone rang again, ‘Chris W.’ “Hello?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” Derrick screamed.
“Excuse Me?!?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO Chris?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m not playing around, what did you say to Chris?”
“I didn’t say anything, why?”
“You had to fuckin’ say something, he is crying his eyes out over here.”
“What? Why is he crying!?”
“How the fuck should I know! Chris, what did he say to you?” Then I heard the tiniest lil’ squeaking voice in the background. “Well someone isn’t telling me the truth.” 
A flood of tears came forth, “Please Chris, don’t cry, please.” Then the phone cut off. I called Chris again, two or three times, only getting his voice mail. I left the same message all three times. “Don’t worry Chris, everything is fine, I just want you happy. Bye Chris.”

For the next week or so, I tried to forget about Chris. But every night, at about 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning, I would receive a phone cell from ‘Chris W.’ but when I answered, all I heard was heavy breathing then it hung up. I called back once, but got cursed out by Derrick, said he and Chris could have been having sex at the time. My stomach dropped and I hung up. 

I did pretty good, after the phone calls stopped. Didn’t talk to him for quiet a while. But a week or two went by and one day while I was at work, he popped online. 

Saffireboy: Hey
PhyrPhoenix5: hey
Saffireboy: Sup
PhyrPhoenix5: @ work
Saffireboy: Oh, ok
PhyrPhoenix5: u?
Saffireboy: nuttin’ much, cleanin house
PhyrPhoenix5: sounds fun
Saffireboy: yeah, lots
PhyrPhoenix5: how’s derrick
Saffireboy: dunno, don’t care
PhyrPhoenix5: Oh
Later on…
PhyrPhoenix5: So what did you do last weekend?
Saffireboy: Helped mom with her house show.
PhyrPhoenix5: oh, kewl
A few minutes passed by…
PhyrPhoenix5: So what are you doing this weekend.
Saffireboy: Nothing as of right now. 
PhyrPhoenix5: Cool
Saffireboy: Connie lives with me now.
PhyrPhoenix5: Oh, sounds awesome.

My boss walked in through the door and I left the conversation.

That weekend, Todd and I had plans to see his boyfriend, now ex, this weekend was suppose to be the weekend we, Todd and I, would fight to win our loves back. 
Todd and Rob, they spent the night together, Todd waited patiently, wanting and yearning for Rob to take him back. Everyone knew that Rob loved Todd with his whole heart, and Rob was the only person that Todd really loved back. But the next morning, when we had to part and leave, they choked out one last ‘I love you.’ And haven’t talked to each other since. Todd wasn’t the only one crying about them breaking up that night. They were the ones I considered as proof of true, complete, and perfect love. Now I wonder, is there such a thing as true love?

(To Be Continued)