Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:52:58 +0200
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Windowshopping and beyond. Part 7.

Finally I have another chapter ready.  Thankfully writers blocks lifts
too. Anyway, enjoy and I'd love to hear what you think at
budbundy_no@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 7


I ended up getting the job. I wish you could have seen the sights when I
was there. When the interview was done, school was in recess and as I
walked through the yard there were heavenly bodies everywhere. I couldn't
wait to get to walk among all those young Gods every single day. I walked
around the city for a while counting my blessings. The interview had been
rescheduled for earlier in the day so I could get to be with Chris that day
after all.


As I knew he was just about done with school for the day, I went by Chris'
house. You would have to surgically remove the smile he got on his face
when he noticed me. He came over and hugged me tight. He had to control
himself not to give me a huge smooch right on the lips and reluctantly
disentangled his arms from around me. Probably a good thing, too, as his
mother's car came around the corner with her youngest in the back seat.

"Well, hello there," she said. "Did you get the job Chris told me about?"

I told her that I had and the fact that I just came from there.

"That's fantastic. Chris was really rooting for you. Even though it wasn't
at his school," she chuckled.

That's when Chris' younger brother came up to me.

"You wanna babysit us on Friday?"

I looked over at the mother who then told me that she needed a babysitter
Friday night. It was obvious she didn't have one yet and the question
surprised her as much as it did me.

"If it's not an inconvenience for you? I can find someone else."

Chris was throwing kisses in my direction while nodding his head for me to
say yes. Suppressing a smile, I told her it would be no problem.

"Great!" she said. "Eight o'clock?"

I nodded.

"Can I go with Mark now, Mom?" Chris asked. God, he sounded horny. When he
got the yes he was hoping for he handed his jacket to his mom and we were
off. He walked in front of me as he tucked his t-shirt into his pants,
which he drew on tighter.

"Se-e-xy!" I teased him, watching his rounded cheeks slightly lift with
each step. Thank God I decided to walk today. I pulled the sweater I was
wearing as far down as I could to cover my ever hardening erection. Damn,
this kid knew how to get to me. I wanted to pull his pants down right there
on the sidewalk; bury my face in that delicious crack of his, and feel his
bubble cheeks against my face as I licked his puckered opening. Finally we
were at my house and as soon as I closed the door behind us he threw
himself at me.

"God, it's torture to be away from you, Mark," he said, planting a kiss on
my lips between every word.

"Did you get any hot boys on the PC for me?" he asked, still kissing me,
struggling to take his clothes off simultaneously.

"I didn't have time for much, but I've gotten a few things that I could
show you today."

I took a step back when he had no choice but to let me go and I watched as
his near naked body struggled to pull his pants and boxers off his
feet. And there he was, in the buff, his body putting the rest of today's
hot bodies to shame. And he was all mine. How did I get so lucky?


He got up and started tearing at my clothes. My sweater flew across the
room. The buttons on my shirt flew everywhere as he ripped it open to get
at my chest. He ravaged my skin with his sweet lips and tongue as his long
fingers unzipped me. My pants and boxers fell down and I kicked them over
to my sweater.

"Take me to the computer," he said, jumping into my arms. I took his
deliciously heavy body where he wanted to go.

"Ooooh, nice," he said when he saw the new background on the computer; two
boys, his own age in a liplock, their nude bodies entwined on the edge of a
bed.

"Just a preview," I told him.

The pics I had taken of him had been a huge success with two online friends
that I had known for many, many years now, one of them a childhood
friend. I had gotten some great stuff in return, with more to follow.

"Guess I'm an online star now, eh?" Chris said.

"Don't worry, baby. They won't share the pics with anyone without asking
me."

"Uhm, could we just not do that?"

I made that promise as it was important to him. With that out of the way, I
sat down on my chair and Chris plopped himself down on my lap. Of course,
it was no regular lap sitting with this horny devil. He grabbed my cock and
impaled himself on it, wanting it inside him all the time.

"Wow. Oh, man. That's so fucking hot. He's gorgeous. Look at those two."
That was just some of the comments he exclaimed as we went through picture
after picture. He would raise his ass up and down in regular intervals as
we looked, riding my cock one stroke at a time. There was a five minute vid
I had received that really got my baby going. A thirteen year old blond
bombshell was in the shower, his hands roaming his sleek, wet young body.

"Damn, he's sexy. Look at that skin. I'd love to rub him all over," Chris
panted.

The kid was stunning, no doubt. He had all the surfer looks down pat; long
hair, tan skin. He even showered with the appropriate necklace. He was
running his hand slowly down his perfect V, towards his nicely hung
equipment. It was still hanging limp, but he quickly stroked himself to a
rock hard, perfect teen erection. Chris pumped his own raging hardness in
time with the other boy. It struck me how similar their cocks where, the
only difference really was the amount of pubes. I lifted Chris up when the
boy on screen turned his back. When his small, but very ripe butt cheeks
were exposed to me I shoved Chris down hard on my member.

"Look at that ass! Ah fuck, I'm gonna cum right now!" Chris cried out.

I jacked him off fast as the boy soaped his tiny bubble cheeks. His hand
entered the crack and Chris shot an incredible load. It sprayed everywhere
as Chris yelled in ecstasy. The boy on screen went onto his knees and the
camera zoomed in on his puckered hole. You could glimpse the tightness of
it before it got flooded with soap. He rubbed the wet, slick opening,
starting to push a finger in just as my own load flowed up my angel's tight
cunt.

"Fuuuuuuck!" I screamed.

Chris and I sat there in post orgasmic bliss, as the boy on screen turned
back, facing the camera. Chris and I cheered him on as his face registered
a coming orgasm from a mile away. He shot his load onto his other hand,
then brought it to his mouth. This brought Chris to another climax but I
was done for. Chris sank, exhausted, back into my embrace as he waved to
the boy on screen that was waving goodbye to the camera.

"Is there more?" Chris asked.

"Yes, I got permission to use this vid to acquire another one. We'll watch
it later."

"Sure. I'm done for anyway." Chris sighed happily.

He got up so I fell out of his ass with a wet 'plop'. Cum was dripping down
my cock. Bloody cum.

I stared at the pinkish substance. I asked Chris to bend over. With a
surprised look he did as he was told. His wide open anus was bloody,
too. Shit, I had split him open. Guess I had gone a little too far this
past weekend.

"Chris, your butt is bleeding," I said softly.

"Damn, again?"

He explained when he saw the look on my face.

"The last two times I've flushed the toilet I've seen some blood."

I couldn't believe he hadn't told me. And he still let me fuck him. But he
brushed it off like it was insignificant. He stared at me like I was an
alien when I mentioned we had to hold off on anal sex for a while. Chris
protested, but I was firm. No way was I gonna make it worse.

"When?"

"We'll try carefully this weekend."

"But today is only Monday! If you're gonna be like that then you're gonna
bottom over and over and over and over and...."

Smiling, I drew his body close to mine, tasting those moist lips of his. He
pushed me towards the bedroom, evidently not totally done for, anyway, and
as soon as I was on my back the little devil pushed up my knees. How I
loved to feel his teen hardness shoved violently up my asshole. I groaned
in pleasure as he slid along my slick anal walls repeatedly. My hands
sought his thick, fleshy bubble butt and guided him in and out. He so had
the most awesome buttocks ever created. The cute little ones earlier where
nice, but not nearly as awesome as these ripe melons.

"Mark! Oh, baby, you're so tight!"

"Harder, sweetie. Make me a part of you; fuck as if you wanna try to get
stuck."

"If only" he groaned, but he sure tried.

We were tightly wrapped together; I never wanted to let him go. He held my
neck soooooo tightly as he ravaged me. I could feel the entire length of
him against me, his flawless skin so warm and soft. Despite being the third
in a row he had a powerful orgasm. I could feel his precious essence
shooting up inside me.


We cuddled a long time after that. No sex, just two hours of affection,
whispering sweet words of love in each others' ear. We took a shower
together to rinse off any traces of blood before he left. That ended up
with a blowjob for me. His hands were rubbing my ass as that amazing, wet
tongue of his drew along my hard meat, up and down, breathing in the
shampooed scents of my freshly washed pubic hair. I ran my hands through
his wet hair when he slipped every inch of me inside his wet cavern. God,
this kid could suck cock. I thought I was gonna pass out from the pleasure
of it all. His cheeks looked like they would collapse the way he sucked his
mouth so tightly around my rocksolid pole. It was like he was trying to
recreate the tightness of the ass I couldn't have. What a boy, his ass bled
and he thought of me.

"Ooooh, what a mouth. Suck me off, babe."

His fingers were now up my asshole, seeking out my prostrate. That did it
for me.

"Blastoff, kid."

He grabbed my dick in a solid hold, jacking up and down, his tongue hanging
out of his mouth next to my gland, eager for the sperm to erupt. God, I
loved that look. This sexy teen so eager to make me cum and taste it. My
panting were echoing of the walls of the shower stall as I got closer and
closer. The first thick rope of semen flew right past his throat. The
second one hit his lips as he swallowed the first. He caught the third,
forth and fifth blasts unto that tongue, turning it completely white. There
is no more erotic sight than a young boy with your adult cum all over his
mouth. He swallowed his precious milkshake down and licked me clean of what
had ended up on my shrinking member.

"Did you like that, Mark?"

"Great as always," I told him, pulling up and hugging him close. The warm
water washed over us as Chris nibbled at my lips.

Chris was by everyday in the following days, except during soccer practice,
until the babysitting rolled around. I stayed away from taking his back
door; as hard as that was. I did miss it so. Actually, we ended up with no
sex at all for days; a sure record for us.

Instead, we just enjoyed each others company, talking and laughing,
cuddling and mucho sweet kisses. He looked at my boyhood pictures and said
he fell in love with me all over again. Evidently at 13 I was" da bomb" as
he put it. One picture caught his interest. I was 14 at the time, wearing
ripped jeans and a red tank top, no shoes or socks. I was leaning against
the hood of a car. I guess I did look pretty good. If only I could have met
Chris then, be his age and discover our teen years together. Sigh.

"Now that should be in the dictionary next to the word 'hot'," Chris told
me. "Were you at a car show or something?"

He was referring to the car I was up against. I told him it was my
grandfather's. God, how it had terrified me when my grandpa had let me ride
when he tested it's speedlimits that day.

"But...but that's a Lamborghini 1985 Countach," he said.

"You know your cars, I see."

"Your grandpa rich or something?"

I told Chris that Grandpa was filthy rich and how he also had two Ferraris
in his collection. I thought his eyes where gonna come out of his head. He
was full of questions so I spilled the beans to him. Grandpa is a very
successful crime fiction author.

"He's sold more than 100 million copies in his 20 year career."

"Why do you live here; working the jobs you have with a rich grandfather
like that?"

"The reason we are so close is that I don't care about his money. The only
thing I've let him do for me is live here cheap, as he owns the house. And,
of course, it pleases him to give killer gifts, even at my age, including
my current car. Mom always said he spoiled me rotten for Christmas and
birthdays growing up. Like I mentioned, even today, that hasn't changed.

Chris couldn't stop saying 'wow.'

"Actually, when I talked about having you with me this summer when you were
available, I thought I'd introduce you to Grandpa. Maybe we could borrow
some of his cool stuff."

I'd never seen him so exited before. I really couldn't wait either. I'd
never really been very interested in my grandfather's riches in
adulthood. Grandpa was always the most important thing to me. My uncles and
one aunt, on the other hand, where a different story. I vowed as a teenager
never to end up greedy like them. I was hoping Chris was similar to me in
that regard.

"All that money can be real seductive," I told Chris.

"I can have fun with rich people's stuff and still live without it after,"
Chris told me. "I promise."

I had no doubt of that. He was a real great kid, with his feet planted
firmly on the ground, and a big kind heart, which I told him. He gave me a
kiss and a hug and he held my hand in the car as I drove him home. When I
hugged him goodbye his little brother jumped in and joined us. Evidently,
he couldn't wait for me to babysit the next day. He was a little charmer
and I looked forward to getting to know him better.

"Bye, babe," I whispered to Chris before I left.

His beaming face was the last thing I saw before the door closed.