Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 09:52:23 +0100
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Windowshopping and beyond. Part 5.

Enjoy, hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Any
comments, please contact me at budbundy_no@hotmail.com. Huge thanks to my
editor Matthew. Wish I had used you for the first four parts.


CHAPTER 5


Chris' mother called me around noon on Saturday, to ask if I could come
over and pick Chris up. He was supposed to come over at five but was
driving his mother crazy, begging to come earlier. I promised to be right
there and slipped on some clothes, driving right over.

I could see that Chris really wanted to hug me, but didn't want to do it in
front of her. I chatted with her for a while and after the customary 'be
nice' and 'behave yourself' we were off. Chris could not stop grinning on
the entire drive. As usual, his huge dazzling smile lit up his cute, but
somewhat plain face, making him glow with a beauty that took my breath
away. What a smile, it drove me crazy every time I saw it. The moment we
were inside the house Chris threw his arms around me, hugging me, oh so,
tightly to him.

"I could hardly sleep last night," he told me. "I can't believe it's
finally happening. I don't have to leave you at the end of the day. I can
be with you all night, sleep in your arms, wake up in your arms. I've
wanted this for such a long time."

He grabbed my face and kissed me so very softly, just a feathery touch of
lips as he continued to press his body into me.

"I'm so glad to have you here, Chris. I don't ever wanna let you go, my
angel," I said.

I couldn't imagine anyone that would feel as wonderful to hold as he did
just then. And he smelled so damn good; the intoxicating scents of boy and
recently used soap delightfully assaulting my sense of smell. I buried my
face in his hair while my hands roamed his long, sleek back, down to those
supple ass cheeks of his. I could not get enough of them. They were firm,
yet so soft at the same time, the way they fit perfectly in my caressing
hands. I put one arm around his delicate shoulders and, with the other
behind his knees, I scooped him into my arms. He gave me a small kiss and
held me around the neck, his face pressed into my throat as I carried him
to my room. I sat down on the edge of the bed, staying like that with him,
just enjoying him cuddled up like a little kid in my arms.


"I love you, Mark, so much. Never, ever forget that, okay?" he said.

"I promise, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I'm so glad we can
be together all we want."

He lifted his head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek; and again,
and again, inching closer to my mouth until his lips ended fully on
mine. He sucked my lower lip between his as my hand went into his silken
hair. He kissed me with more and more force, probing with his tongue, eager
for access. I opened my lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth. Damn, his
lips were soft, moist with saliva, his tongue darting in and out. I gently
massaged his neck, making him groan with contentment, while pressing my
tongue to his. It never failed to send a shiver up and down my spine when I
did that. Chris never broke the kiss as he manoeuvred his legs so that he
was sitting across my lap, knees next to my thighs. It made him somewhat
taller than me and he grinned down at me.

"You're such a great looking guy, Mark. When you look at me with those
brown eyes, I get all weak in the knees."

I bent my head back and craned my neck to get to his ripe teen lips again.

"God, you're such a sexy boy," I told him and got my kiss.

"I can't stand to be apart from you," I said, getting me yet another kiss.

"Mark, do you mind if we save making love for tonight? I want to save it
for bedtime and fall asleep while my butthole is still tingling from a good
pounding; your arms wrapped around me. Do you mind?"

"Anything you want, if you promise you'll never stop kissing me."

That he could do and, for the next two hours, our lips didn't part for a
second, as we snuggled close, hugging and making out nonstop, keeping our
lips together somehow whenever we came up for air. We were humping like
crazy during this and my shorts were soaked in cum; the same as his, most
likely, when Chris suddenly said he was very hungry. I offered to make him
an omelette, but he insisted on doing it.


He looked so sexy standing by the stove, his clothes all crumbled from all
our rolling around on my sheets. I couldn't keep my hands off that
delectable ass of his, the generous curves filling my hands with denim-clad
flesh. When he reached for salt in the cupboard, his shirt lifted so I
could see his pearly white silk boxers sticking out from his pants; his
perfectly slim waist slightly exposed before the shirt dropped again. I
went to get my camera and took many pics as he went around the kitchen. He
seemed to love the camera and it certainly loved him. I got many poses
among the more candid shots of him. He was a real tease too, first by
'accidentally' bumping his ass into my groin, then his hands 'accidentally'
slid across the obvious hardon under my black nylon sweatpants.

"Oops. Pardon me. Sorry. My bad." He had an excuse all the time.

We sat next to each other as we ate. The smattering of his lips would
usually annoy me in people, but from him it was just cute. And what an
appetite. How the hell did this kid stay so perfectly slim the way he could
put the food away? He sank back in the couch when he was done, burping
loudly. Damn, even that was cute coming from him.

"Bad boy," I said to him, pulling him down on his back on top of me.

I trapped his legs under mine and dug my fingers into his sensitive
sides. Chris giggled uncontrollably as I assaulted his ribs without
mercy. He pretended to try to get away, but it was obvious his heart wasn't
in it. I finally stopped because it was the only way he'd stop to
breathe. He turned around and I hugged him happily as he kissed me, his
giggles fading into silence. I reached inside his jeans, wanting the cool
silk of his boxers under my hands. If they'd been wet it'd be like
squeezing a sponge with the perfect bubble butt he had. He stopped kissing
me and just pressed his face into my chest as I felt up his fine behind. I
heard him mumble something.

"What was that?"

"I said I'm freaking horny,"

"You're the one who wanted to wait, you little sex addict you!"

"Pervert!"

I gave mock anger.

"Take it back or run, runt!"

He locked his blue eyes with my brown ones. Then he ran; that delightful
giggle of his ringing through my living room. I chased him all over the
house until he failed to close the bathroom door in time. I blocked it with
my foot.

"Help, help! Bad man with candy!" he yelled.

That one sent me over the edge. Now I was the one giggling. Then he broke
down, too. I opened the door and he sat with his back to the shower stall,
his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Is the bad boy ready for his punishment?" I asked.

"Promises, promises."

He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull himself to his feet while I laughed. He
ended up on his knees, eyes fastened on the huge tent before him. He took
it in his mouth, tongue licking the wet spot. He grabbed my pants and
pulled them down, then my boxers. He licked me on the underside of my
sensitive cockhead, fingers tickling me under my balls. He pulled back and
his eyes went up and down the length of my dick.

"Such a beautiful cock you have, Mark. And it's all mine."

He stuck his tongue out and licked up my shaft. When he came to the top he
took every inch into the Promised Land. I shook like a wooden ship in a
storm from his skilled tongue. How the hell did he swirl it with so much
cock in his mouth? I had to curl my toes to be able to stand it, it felt so
heavenly. I tried to warn him when I felt release cumming, but he was deaf
on that ear as usual. I gave him my best load and he drank it down like it
was milk.

"You like your cum, don't you, baby?" I asked, when I could breathe
properly again.

"You're tasty. Like the salt on my omelette earlier."

"So much for waiting."

"Consider it a preview."

We decided to walk to the store to do some shopping, later on, and this
time he held my hand. I entwined his fingers with my own. We did let go
when people were around, but to just walk next to this wonderful creature
filled me with such pride. I asked Chris if there was something he wanted
and he put some strawberries and canned whipped cream into the shopping
cart; an interesting choice. I wondered if he was thinking what I was
thinking. I had to use the most discipline I could muster on the way back
not to take him into the woods and blow him as I held him up against a
tree. At home I put the TV on and some cartoons were playing. I sat down on
the couch with my feet up on the table.

"Bring the strawberries and cream," I said to him.

"Way ahead of you," he answered me. Chris lay down next to me, putting his
head down on top of my aching hardon. I took the can of cream and sprayed
some into his mouth. As he swallowed I sprayed more onto his sweet lips and
bent my head to lick it off him. Our tongues clashed as we fought for the
cream. As we kissed,, I sought out his hard groin and gave his young balls
a squeeze. His hand grabbed me by the scruff of the neck as he hungrily ate
at my lips. I grabbed a strawberry and held it above his mouth. His tongue
slinked out to reach for the sweet fruit. I dipped it a little and he took
half of it in one bite. I added some cream for him and also put some on the
other half before putting it in my mouth. His stiff rod was so hard through
his pants I unzipped him to give it some more room. I put a full berry in
my mouth so half of it stuck out. He pressed his lips to mine and held them
there as he bit the berry in half, then chewed and swallowed it. I was
stroking his hot teen cock through the thin silk fabric of his boxers as we
continued to eat. I pumped him between two fingers until all the
strawberries were gone.

"Aaaaahhhh, inside my boxers, Mark, I wanna feel your hands on my dick's
skin!"

I was more than happy to oblige and reached inside them, going for his
smooth balls and further. Eventually my finger found his tightly closed
anal cavity and pressed the back of his head harder into my crotch,
groaning loudly. I pushed his pants and boxers down half off his butt so
his teen member sprung free. I grabbed the cream and sprayed it out all
over his groin. I positioned my body so I could bend over towards his groin
and lapped up the cream from his pubic area and perfect little nuts. Chris
gave out a long sigh as I took his inches into my mouth and sucked on it
while I licked the cream right off his silky skinned shaft. I bobbed up and
down and it wasn't long before my mouth filled with a cream of another
kind. Not as sweet, but more delicious, just the same.

"Fuck, I'm cuuuumiiin'!" Chris yelled out.

We adjusted our clothes and he snuggled down between my thighs, where we
had yet another two hour make out session. Bedtime could not come fast
enough for the both of us. We watched TV, played on the PC, had a nice
dinner we cooked together and, before we knew it, it was 11 at night. I
said we should go to bed, but he said it was early.

"Not to sleep, silly. It'll take time with all the sex we're ready for."

Chris grinned broadly and went to my room. I turned out all the lights
before joining him. When I got there Chris was standing in the doorway with
his shirt off, his jeans hanging a little low on his slim hips, and two
inches of boxers sticking out. He was stretching with a yawn, looking so
dead sexy doing it. Finished, he kept his hands over his head, grabbing
onto the doorframe he was leaning against. Man, he looked fucking hot
standing like that. I had to get a picture of it and he patiently waited
until I was done. Then I went down on my knees in front of him. When I
opened his jeans his hard teen cock pressed eagerly against his boxers,
eager to be free.

"Blow me, Mark, oh, please!"

I wasn't about to disagree and reached into the boy's underwear. I brought
my nose closer to smell the aroma emanating from inside his boxers. The
smell was intoxicating, a mixture of sweat and dried cum that made my head
spin. I yanked them down in the front and five inches of uncut teen cock
slapped me under my chin. I used my lips to slide the foreskin back,
exposing his red cockhead. Chris' hands gripped my hair tightly and he
tried to force his cock in my mouth.

"Open up. God, open up!"

I teased him by jacking him off instead, while my mouth sought his hairless
nutsack.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, fucking yeah, lick my balls, Mark. Fuuuck!"

I pumped the thickness of his young meat, as his small balls danced around
inside my sucking mouth. I kept it up for about five minutes, until I
couldn't wait another second to have his stiff pole in my mouth. Chris
rubbed his piss slit along my mouth, waiting for me to open up.

"Suck my cock, now!"

When I let my lips part, even in the slightest, his grip on my hair got
even firmer and he thrust hard forward. His teen dick pounded hard into my
mouth and I could only sit there and take it when Chris fucked my face. I
let my tongue caress the underside of his shaft as he pistoned in and out
of me.

"Suck my cock, that's it, fuck yeah! Blow me, Mark, suck my dick!"

His underage rod rammed me hard, as I sucked for dear life. Eventually he
slowed down and I gently took him out of my mouth. I used my hand to make
his foreskin pull back and forth over his head, making it vanish, then
appear, over and over again. I put my tongue under the head while yanking
his cock forward. That way I could let my tongue glide around the head on
the inside of his foreskin. I squeezed Chris' balls and felt them grow
bigger, his sperm building up. Soon it shot through the shaft and erupted
from the tiny slit, splashing inside my mouth. Chris started relentlessly
fucking my face again as a massive boy load shot past my tongue. I worked
my throat, swallowing away as his cock throbbed in my mouth. It seemed to
last forever as it was the biggest load he'd had with me yet.

"I'm cuuuuuuumin! Aaaaaah, fuuuuck, what a load! Swallow it, all of
it. Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark!"

Finally, sadly, the boy was spent. I kept his softening penis in my mouth,
using my tongue to clean it before it fell out of my mouth. I looked up to
see a look of such pure contentment on my teenager's face. I tucked his
dick back in place, but left his fly open. I started to pull him into the
bedroom and he followed me on wobbly legs. The orgasm seemed to have zapped
all the energy from the poor boy. We fell on the bed where we cuddled for a
while, so the boy could regain his strength and composure.

"Goddamn, that was awesome!" he said when he got his breath back.

Chris sat up and stared lustily at my crotch, eager to get to my rock hard
man meat. He opened his legs so I could stand between them, grabbed my
pants and pushed them down around my ankles. I'd removed my underwear
earlier, so my hardon poked him right under the nose. He put his long,
slender finger around my stiff prick. I'm not exactly sure about the
thickness of my dick, but his thumb didn't quite reach his other fingers. I
guess you could call it a nicely fat cock.

"I can't wait to get it inside me," he said, with a shiver of excitement.

His touch instantly had me leaking precum like crazy and Chris' wet tongue
quickly licked it up, as he didn't like to waste any of my juices. Chris
pulled the foreskin back and flicked his tongue against the now exposed
head. Swirling his tongue around the head over and over again, he gently
cupped my large, hairy balls. Then he pushed his lips down my shaft. He
opened as wide as possible, trying to relax, to get my whole girth down his
throat. When he pulled back and was almost out, I grabbed his hair and
forced my dick back in, all the way down his throat. He caressed my hand as
I kept myself inside. When he gave my hip a push I pulled out so he could
catch his breath. He had no desire to stop and went right back to work,
sucking all he could into his mouth. He proceeded to blow me real hard,
only stopping once in a while so as not to get me off too early. When he
bobbed I let my finger trace his smooth cheek, feeling my cock move on the
inside.

"Suck it. Chris, Chris, Chris, suck my cock. You're the greatest cocksucker
ever born. Use that tongue."

It went up and down under my shaft as he continued to bob on my crotch,
hands massaging my stones. I was afraid to not having any jizz left if I
came now. but this just felt too fucking good. Chris went faster as the
build up in my balls must be very familiar to him by now. Then a massive
orgasm hit him like a faucet. My spunk hit the back of his throat, one of
the most huge loads I'd ever dished out to him. He used his amazing amount
of practice and skill to swallow every single drop, gulping it down like
the salty flavour was cotton candy.

"I'm cuuuuuumin! Swallow, fuck yeah!!!!"

I was on cloud nine; how I loved this part. I grunted like an animal until
every last drop was milked by his expert mouth and tongue.

"That was awesome. I love sucking cock, especially yours. Drinking your
slimy cum, the sensations as it falls on my taste buds, the way it slips
down my throat like honey," he said.

I stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt off, over my head.

"You think you have another round of that sweet, sweet jizz for me, baby?"
I asked Chris.

"Go for it! if anyone can do it you can."

I pulled him to his feet and went down on my knees. His jeans soon fell to
the floor and he stood there in only his white boxers, which contrasted
with the tan he was starting to develop. I couldn't wait for summer to
really hit hard and bronze that flawless skin even more. My hands trailed
up his strong calves, behind his knees and up under his boxers. He had the
most supple thighs ever made, with skin so smooth you could faint just by
the honour of touching it. Soon I tossed the boxers in the pile with the
rest of our clothes. I stood up and looked into his sky blue eyes. My hands
found his bubbly cheeks and squeezed them hard. There was nothing like
holding those round globes in my hands; nothing. I spread the cheeks apart
and let my fingers play with the tight sphincter; tight for now anyway. I
was gonna give him a fucking he would never forget. I'd always held back a
little, but I wasn't planning on that tonight. I planned on fucking that
ass harder then ever, which said a lot. I didn't push any fingers in yet,
just slowly stroked up and down.

"Kiss me!" Chris ordered.

We fell back on the bed, him on top of me. I loved kissing him more than
anything; it was just such a personal, erotic thing to do. His warm breath
was so delicious as our lips pressed together. I kept my hands on his
buttocks, fondling them as I rolled him underneath me. His small tongue
clamoured for entrance and I opened up and let the wiggling thing in. He
stuck it in as far as he could and I started sucking on it, knowing he
loved it. We tongued each other for several minutes while his hands roamed
my body; up and down my back, continuously seeking my own jutting
buttocks. We rolled back and forth as we made out, stopping with him back
on top. I fingered his asshole more forcefully this time; just penetrating
and pulling on the opening to prepare for my tongue later. I wanted it as
far in as it could go. After a while of this, I threw him off me. Then I
got on top, straddling his legs. I kissed him again, and he kissed back,
mashing our teeth together. Then I was at his warm throat, continuing down
his thin chest, tongue brushing his erect nipples. His flat stomach was so
soft against my face as I pushed my tongue into his navel.

"Oh yeah, cock!" I said soon.

I let Chris feel my breath on his cock, as I pushed his small thighs
apart. I told him to pull his legs to his chest so his butthole would be
open to me. When he did I used my thumbs to spread his hole wider, wanting
access to his slick insides. I got a good opening before I licked him. He
pushed his hole down onto my tongue. But there was no audible reaction. It
tasted so good down there and it looked so gorgeous, that teen asshole of
his. Looking at it, you wouldn't think it had been penetrated endlessly
before.

"You have such a gorgeous ass, Chris. It's just begging to be pounded by a
man's big thrusting cock."

"Fuck me, please. Your tongue is driving me crazy. Please?"

But not yet. I tongued his anus hard, often dragging my tongue through his
entire crack. No reaction from Chris. I kept going for several minutes,
tongue fucking his boy-cunt, licking like a madman, longing for his moan of
pleasure. Chris held back. He knew I savoured his ecstasy and loved to make
me wait for it.


I used my fingers to pry him open, more than ever sometimes, and my whole
tongue was shooting in and out. Chris' hands were everywhere, my head, my
shoulders, hitting the bed as he writhed in ecstasy. I grabbed his cock,
tightly gripping the shaft while my tongue played with his precum slippery
head. He couldn't hold back what I was waiting for any longer. A small moan
came from his lips and then rose in intensity. Moan after moan after moan
soon followed. He rode my tongue, holding my hand to help me jack him
off. I used two fingers to fuck his ass and took his boy-meat into my
mouth. He thrust in my mouth, bucking his small hips, yelling:

"YES!!! Mmmmmmm! Fuck yes!"

It was like music to my ears. He held my head to force me down his cock, as
he pounded away at my hungry mouth. I could hear the familiar crescendo
that would lead to his sweet nectar filling me up. I was gonna savour it so
much. I didn't have to wait long. His whole body started trembling as an
intense orgasm rode his hot rod. His cock throbbed with life and the spunk
hit. A good 20 seconds passed before the boy came down from his high and I
kissed him, feeding him his jizz as I hadn't swallowed any. Chris looked so
pleased with himself, and eager for something more than tongue. He couldn't
wait any longer.

"Fuck me, Mark. It feels like I havent' had your wonderful cock
forever. Please pound my ass."

His eyes sought my big cock. I sunk down and fingered his asshole some more
and let the rest of his cum drip onto his open hole.

Sitting up on my knees, I grabbed my cock.

"Is this what you want, huh, this cock up your ass?"

He looked to see me grinning at him. One of his gorgeous smiles shined back
at me.

"It'll be up your tight chute soon, baby."

He looked at me in desperation, yelling that he couldn't wait, begging for
it.

"Please do it, fuck me," he said as I fingered the rim of his asshole. With
a grip on his thighs I pulled him closer.

"Now, Mark. I'll just die if you don't fuck me. Please, do it. Fuck me! I
need cock. NOW!!!"

I rested my cock between his legs. I looked so big next to his hairless
nutsack. But instead of cock I gave him more tongue and a finger, just to
make him a little more desperate.

"NO, dammit! They're too soft and small. I need something huge and hard for
my little asshole. Fuuuuuuck meee!"

I sat higher up again, grabbing my cock.

"Here I come, baby; my cock back in your ass where it belongs. Ready? Here
we go."

"Yes. Yes. Pound my underage ass. Please!!!" he cried.

It had a nice opening due to my fingers and tongue; there was still his cum
in it. He didn't like lubrication, but this was a delicious exception. He
yelled that it was finally happening. Finally the hardness he loved was
back. My fiery red, almost purple cockhead popped inside him.


"Oh yeeeeees! The best cock ever is back. I dreamt of it every night. Pound
me harder then ever."

"Ooooh, I love your tight pussy, so deliciously tight."

I went slowly at first until half of me was inside, so I could feel every
inch enter the vicelike grip.

"Feel me fill up your cunt."

I loved to watch his face when I slid in; how he loved the pain the few
seconds it lasted. The more I went in, the wilder he became. It still
looked hard to believe I could get my cock in there.

"Shove the rest in now, for God's sake!"

I brutally tore him further open with my big tool. I pushed back almost
instantly and then went in again. Chris saw my precious monster vanish up
his most private place, over and over. I couldn't believe the screams of
delight that emanated from the boy's pretty mouth. His ass just felt too
good for words and it was and always would be all mine. The pleasure riding
through my big tool spread and consumed every part of me.

"Yeah. Fuck, baby, I love you, my precious angel. Finally back inside
you. I wanna fuck you senseless every day. This ass was born for having a
huge male cock in it."

I pounded the poor kid, driving him wild with desire. I put every strength
I had into every thrust, bottoming out again and again, savouring his
screams of uncontrolled lust. Chris had never been this loud before and,
since I fucked him harder then ever before, it brought tears to his eyes;
it hurt for the first time in weeks. I lay my entire body on top of him, my
butt bouncing up and down.

"Oh God. I love fucking my baby. Like it? Huh? Like it?
Unnngh. Unnngh. Take that. And that. Oh, baby, we're back together. You
feel so good. Oh baby. Baby, baby, baby."

I crushed him under my body, knocking the breath from him over and over,
driving him into the mattress. Chris loved every minute of it.

"Fucking me like a slut. You make me so damn horny, Mark. Fuck my boypussy,
my tight cavern. Damn! Oh damn. I love being fucked by you."

I sat up so I could see his face; the pain and the pleasure. He looked so
hot writhing underneath me. He prayed for it to never end. I was in
heaven. I couldn't believe how viciously I was fucking his ass. Kids can't
consent to sex indeed! Ten minutes passed; then 15 minutes. And despite the
exhaustion on his face, he stilled begged for more.

"Fuck me. I'm yours; all yours. Fuck me like you own me; use my young
body."

Five minutes later he was babbling incoherently. The pain and joy
overlapped, making him delirious with the unquenchable lust of a
teenager. Then I pulled out and huge streams of hot cum assaulted him all
the way to his face, then splashed onto his chest.

"Ooooooooh. Yeeeeeeaaah. Fuuuuuuuck!"

Chris looked nearly ready to pass out. He reached for me.

"Come, let me sleep in your arms."

Then he noticed my dick didn't soften. It stayed hard. I couldn't believe
it stayed hard. Chris looked ready for it to go down. He was totally
wasted.

Considering I hadn't been able to cum for the third time in a row last
time, I didn't know if I would now, but I was determined to try.

"I have at least one more orgasm in me, baby. It's not over yet." I told
him.

He looked like he was going to object before submitting to my will.

"Remember the first time I fucked you? How my big dick tore inside you?
Filling you with your first and only hardon?"

Chris could only nod.

"I'll never forget it, honey. Finally fucking you after lusting after you
all those times in the schoolyard."

I rolled him over and held him down with my weight and impaled him again
with one thrust. His asshole was beyond resistance and must have been so
sore. I breathed heavily in his ear as my cock rammed him.

"God, yes. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," I moaned.

I must have fucked him for nearly half an hour and he was no longer
responding to me. Poor kid. He'd passed out from the relentless sodomy. I
had to smile. The world's horniest 13 year old had finally reached his
limits. Then I felt my orgasm near and pulled out, spewing an even bigger
load then earlier across his rounded bubble butt.

I ate my spunk up, pulled him on his side and dragged the covers over us.

"My poor baby. Wore you out didn't I?"


Ten minutes or so passed before he woke.


"Is it over," he said groggily. "I just remember falling asleep in your
arms."

It was obviously important to him. I pressed even closer, nestling my limp
dick against his asscheeks, holding his sweaty body in my arms. Chris dozed
and woke a few times for the next hour before finally submitting to his
heavy eyelids. I passed into dreamland shortly after, with his young heart
beating under my fingers.