Chris - My Ultimate Fantasy
First period always drags, especially when you're sitting through a dull government class watching a video you couldn't care less about if you tried. I turn toward the door and give the clock a glance. "Damn! still have 20 minutes left!" I think to myself, then I allow my gaze to drop. There, sitting in the chair next to me, is perfection.
"Perfection, thy name is Chris" I say to myself, quickly taking in his body and returning my attention to the video. Finally the bell rings and I follow the object of my desire out of the classroom. GOD he has a hot ass! Too bad I have no chance with him. I try to put him out of my mind and go through my usual dull classes, then I tear out of the building after 8th period and head home.
"FUCK! I forgot my calculus textbook!" I glance quickly at my watch and run back to my car. I can still make it back to school before the day is over and get the book. After a few nasty words to the aide who didn't want to let me back into the building, I grab my book and am on my way out as the last bell rings. As I am walking to my car I see Chris again.
He calls out to me "Hey Big Mike!". "Hey Chris, wassup?" I reply, walking over to him. "Nothin much, but I forgot my keys and I can't get back into my house 'till my mom gets home" he says, a slightly worried look crossing his face. How can I let such a beautiful boy sit on the street?
"Dude, come over my place until your mom gets back." I say, trying to appear calm. He agrees, and we're soon back at my place. "Make yourself at home Chris." I say, gesturing to the chair at my desk. He turns it around and sits, straddling the back of the chair. Does he know how horny he's making me? Nah, he probably always sits like that! I gotta get my mind out of the gutter.
"Man my shoulders," mutters Chris, rubbing at his left shoulder blade and wincing slightly.
"What's wrong?" I ask, walking over to stand beside him and resting a hand on his shoulder lightly.
"I'm just tight," he says. My mind instantly jumps to perverse conclusions and I supress my smile. "I went out running last night in the rain, guess it wasn't such a hot idea." he finishes.
"Guess not." I say, watching him try to work out the tension in his muscles. "May I?" I ask, squeezing his shoulder softly. Not waiting for an answer I move behind him and start kneeding his knotted muscles.
"Aww, that feels good man" he mumbles as I work on his shoulders. I grip his shirt loosely and slide it over his broad shoulders. He tenses up slightly and I whisper in his ear "Relax Chris, I just want to be able to work on your back without giving you an indian burn." He sighs softly as I resume massaging.
Suddenly, Chris leans back against me and lets out a soft whimper. "Chris? Did I hurt you?" I ask concerned that I might have moved too fast for him.
"No, I'm alright." mutters Chris. He closes his eyes and I seize my chance to scan his torso. Chris is perfectly smooth except for a light dusting of hair on his abs, and I can see the slightest trace of his pale blue boxers at his waist. His nipples are hard from the cool air, and they are the perfect size for sucking on. Another small whimper escapes Chris' throat and he squirms slightly. I stop massaging and rest a hand on his chest comfortingly. Chris sighs, but not a single move to resist or any sign that he is uncomfortable with what I am doing.
We sit like this for perhaps ten minutes, then I see something that genuinely frightens me. A single tear rolls down Chris' cheek. I can't help myself, I lean forward and gently kiss his forehead. His eyes flutter open and I see those two beautiful blue circles, exactly like a beautiful summer sky, stairing up at me. "Mike..." he whispers, groping for my hand. I squeeze his hand and he smiles faintly.
"Chris, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while... I love you dude."
"I love you too Mike, I want you so bad. I need someone to hold..." I gently press my fingers to his lips and shush him tenderly. I gently slide his body onto the bed and lay on top of him, chest to chest. Softly kissing his face I work my way down his beautiful body. I stop briefly at his nipples, nibbling softly. He shivers as i touch them with my tongue, and sighs as I kiss around his abs. His belly is perfect, a slight dusting of hair and a flat stomach. I kiss at the top of his boxers playfully and am rewarded by his thrusting his hips up gently and whispering "Please..." ever so softly.
I stand and shed my clothes, throwing my pants and shirt across the room. I slide Chris' pants off and we are both clad only in our boxers, lying next to eachother on the bed. Somehow I can't bring myself to pull them off his body. Instead I slip a finger through the fly, just touching his hot cock and stroking his pubes slowly.
Something warm and soft strokes at my cock through the fly of my boxers. I glance down and see Chris' hand on my bulging boxers. I stare at his face and see a smile, so beautiful on him. I kiss his neck and whisper "You don't have to do this." "I want to." is his only response.
Chris slides his boxers off and I do likewise. Our cocks are hard and throbbing. I slide down Chris' body and take his throbbing cock into my mouth. "Fuckin' A!" he moans as I swirl my tongue tenderly around his beautiful cock. I take his beautiful cock all the way into my throat and vibrate on his head, causing Chris' whole body to tense up. I slide off his cock just long enough to whisper "Give me your cum baby, I want you so bad Chris, please!", then returning to my oral ministrations. Chris manages to hold out for a few more minutes before his cock erupts, filling my mouth with the sweetest liquid on Earth.
I pull myself back up and lay next to Chris, kissing his cheek and smiling. He looks at me with love in his beautiful eyes and slowly starts stroking my cock again. I whimper and call his name as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly my world explodes into a pleasure so intense that i am paralyzed for a few moments as my cock shoots rockets of cum all over Chris' hand.
Gasping for breath, I pull Chris up against my chest and whisper in his ear "I love you Chris." He smiles and whispers back "I love you too Mike," then closes his eyes sleeps in my arms.
Totally fantasy, unfortunately. And poorly written at that. Unfortunately Chris is the one with the writing talent. Chris, if you read this please tell me. I will always love you.
~mike.