I've Waited 6 Years for This

 It was him, Chris. Just seeing his white form appear in my bedroom was enough to make hot shivers go down my spine. Goodness, over the years, he got hot.

"Hey, kid. How've you been lately? I'm sorry that I haven't been able to see you for quite a while, I was waiting for someone," Chris says, showing me a bright toothy grin like he did back when I was 9.

Those were the days, back when Chris would take me out of my house, away from mom and dad, and I'd learn about Christ with him, all while he held my hand and kept me close. All while he held my hand and kept me close.

I can't stop the things that are happening. Chris is sitting on my desk chair, and I feel my body heat up as I remember our relationship, what his hands felt like, what he was like, how he took care of me. He never did explain what adultery was.

"Josh?" goodness, just my name from his lips can make my knees quiver. "Hey, kid, you're lookin' a bit red in the face, what's wrong?"

At that, I just get out of my bed, sit on the outside of my covers and just stare at Chris. We make eye contact and I can see his confusion and concern on his wide, black, puppy eyes.

Calmly, as if it was the most question to ask, I ask him, "What's adultery?"

I can visibly see Chris tense as he looks at me, eyes bulging out of his skull.

Why does this make him so uncomfortable? Why is shifting around in my chair? Is adultery the same thing as murdering someone? Why did Chris keep me from knowing about it, but once I've seasoned he shies away from it. I'm older now darn it!

Chris never answers. He just wordlessly gets up from my desk chair and moves closer to my bed. I can't help but notice that his black orbs of heaven have finally turned the black that I always wanted them to be.

He leans forward, stopping right before our snouts touch and says in the calmest voice ever, "It's easier if I show you, kid." And with those soft words he meshes our lips together, and heavens if I haven't been waiting for this.

Chris kisses me nice and slow, letting me fully grasp everything he's giving me, and good golly am I picking everything he puts down. He's just so addictive, the way our mouths move in sync, letting our canine teeth clash up against each other, it's pure euphoria. But it stops as Chris pushes me against the bed and looks down at me, with a hungry look in his eyes.

I'm just about to ask if he wants something for food when my angel speaks, "I knew you'd grow into that one day, glad I waited." Before I can ask what he means he pushes something hard up against my hip, at least I think it's my hip.

It feels nice, Chris looming over me as I throw my head back in surprise and happiness? Whatever the nice bubbly feeling of Chris rubbing a rock, or something, against my hip is really doing me wonders. I'll ask him what he did when he stops so I can do this when he's not here.

Chris then starts slowly kissing the sides of my head were my jaw is, pushing the rock on more and causing me to shudder in confusion, surprise, and this happy feeling. Are we doing drugs? I can't do drugs!

"Chris, are we doing drugs?" I ask before I can stop the words from leaving my mouth.

I don't get a verbal answer, instead, I get Chris continuing to pepper my jaw with sweet little kisses as he makes what sound like a laugh. When he laughs I can feel everything in my body pulsate, including my hip, which has started to sting and ache of Chris just rubbing a rock up against it. But it's far from feeling bad, it's a step above feeling good.

And it doesn't even stop. Chris finally sits up and once he does I see something good looking. I think my mom called it a dick? I don't know what it is, but it's poking out of Chris' tufts of belly fur and is a more red version of his lips. I wonder what happens if you touch it.