Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2017 10:55:26 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART TWO LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART TWO © Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. 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Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) Timmy felt the warmth from Sam's mouth expand swiftly down his boyshaft and then the tingling tickling heat reached further inside him, the sensations and feeling were similar to those he had experienced the previous day but they were different, wonderfully different and Timmy moaned again as the tip of Sam's tongue did strange and amazing things to his willie, the rasping touch as the tongue swirled around his cocklet, touching him on the rim of his glans and reaching under where the marble sized head was most sensitive made him twitch and tremble and he gasped and gasped as wave after wave of delight rushed through him. The ride today was faster than yesterday but the force of the rushes was inherently greater and Timmy could only lie back and watch the world spin and whirl around him as he swam in a delirious puddle of boyish joy. Sam now sucked the wrinkled tiny sac into his mouth and with his lips closed tight around Timmy's groin he sucked hard and made swallowing motions which caused Timmy's dicklet to rub against the hot and wet skin of Sam's mouth ridges and towards the soft velvety skin of his throat. More hot heated delights coursed through Timmy and he instinctively grabbed Sam's head and bucked his hips, sensing somehow that this would allow him to repeat the extraordinary sensations. Sam held steady as Timmy did what he had hoped; fucked his mouth. He was used to teenage and men's cocks filling his mouth and it was a welcome relief to suckle a small boycock and he used all his learnt expertise to control Timmy's journey to his dry cum so that each successive wave was greater than the first and he could tell by the way Timmy's young body was responding that Timmy was now enjoying what was happening so much that he felt sure he could involve the boy with his whoring so that both would gain financially but in the meantime he concentrated on bringing Timmy to his first blow job induced orgasm. Timmy thrusting as quickly as he could from his prone position could only marvel between the waves of ticklish tingling at what Sam was doing to him and he wanted it to never, never ever end. The bleak feelings he had been suffering were now distant memories as he rode the orgasmic ocean of boyish joys, his mast aptly erect and bending to the hot wind of Sam's breezy breathing and added actions of his mouth and tongue. In minutes Timmy was seeing the awesome stars again as the delight coalesced into the vibrant white heat of passion achieved and as his boydicklet pulsed several times, once again seeking to expel what was still years away from being created in the invisible ovoids that remained hidden inside his body. His eyes fluttered as he fell into the orgasmic trance and he stroked Sam's hair as the boy continued to gently suckle his twitching cocklet. Sam sat up back on his haunches and smiled down at the quivering boy, he could see the wet glans still twitching in the sun and the look of joy in Timmy's eyes and face told him that the boy was completely happy and at ease with what had happened. "Like that didn't you?" he grinned broadly. "O yes," Timmy's voice was low and dreamy, "that felt just so, so, so goooood." Sam swung himself over the naked boy and lay astride him; his own cocklet stood proud and hard and he took Timmy's hand and placed it around the slim pencil like shaft. Timmy slowly began to rub it. "You know if you liked that that I will too," he whispered into Timmy's ear and leaning forward his cocklet slipped from Timmy's hand and slid up his face so that it lay against Timmy's lips. For a moment Timmy tensed and he looked up at Sam, he saw the expectation and his own sense of honour told him he should, must repay what had been freely given. His lips parted and Sam's cocklet slid in. `It did not taste of anything,' thought Timmy, `I thought it might taste of pee but there was no taste of anything at all.' Tenuously he licked the tip, the taut skin around the partly exposed pink tip moved slightly back and as Timmy gained confidence and sucked the tip inside his mouth he felt the skin move back and the harder skin of Sam's glans felt satiny against Timmy's tongue. Carefully he explored this new feeling, licking the satiny texture and sucking the tip. His tongue rasped across the slit and he felt the difference in his tongue nerves. "Suck it now," instructed Sam and Timmy, bobbing his head slightly uncomfortable from being prone on the ground began to do what he had seen Sam do to him. Slowly he moved his head, lifting it off the ground, it was a bit of a strain but he managed to set up a slow movement without banging his head against the ground or straining his neck. Sam began to help by moving his dicklet back and forth accentuating the pleasurable waves Timmy was now giving him. Horny from his earlier selfish client Sam picked up the pace and began to thrust hard into Timmy's virginal mouth at one point when Sam had thrust just that little to hard the boy gagged and his reflex action made him almost bite down on Sam' pulsing boydick. Sam slid out just in time and Timmy turned his head to the side and gasped breathlessly for a moment or so whilst he recovered from the unexpected and hurtful intrusion. Sam waited patiently and then rubbed his cocklet over Timmy's wet lips, reluctantly Timmy allowed the slim tube back in his mouth and once again Timmy began the slow sucking. Sam sighed as his own pleasure mounted but he could see the problem Timmy was having so he slid his cocklet out and quickly repositioned Timmy and himself so that they were now lying face to groin. He looked down his body and hipped his boydick at Timmy's mouth, without being told Timmy sucked it in and now that he was in a better more comfortable position commenced a better rhythmic action, taking more and more of Sam's four inches into his mouth feeling much safer as he progressed. Timmy grunted as he again felt Sam's tongue tip on his own willie, `oh is he going to do it again?' he thought and then as Sam's mouth closer around and then down his shaft Timmy understood. The two naked boys continued to suck on each other cocklets under the branches of the trees as the sun shone down and warmed their skin, not that they needed it as Sam's passion was rising swiftly. He was panting hard now, his boy tickle tingling and wanting imminent release, his hips moved faster and Timmy feeling his movements and hearing his breathy gasps understood that he needed to quicken his own actions. Recalling what and how Sam had sucked him, he rubbed the thin crayon of spongy shaft swiftly and bobbed his head as quickly as he could. Timmy carefully used his tongue as he recalled Sam had done, slicking his marble shaped head and rasping his tongue over the pulsing knob shape. Sam grunted and tensed and then his cocklet went into his orgasmic jerking and he thrust hard and deep as he could into Timmy's mouth, the boy allowing the throbbing crayon to rub between his tongue and the inside of his cheek where he could feel it jerking spasmodically through Sam's boy climax. Sam's sucking on Timmy's cocklet had slowed as he managed at last to get some satisfaction for his horny state so for a moment he lay still as Timmy continued to suckle gently at his knobend, his special feelings ebbing slowly away, the heightened pleasure over for the moment. "Oh that was sooo good," he sighed, sliding Timmy's boy pencil from his mouth and looking along their connected bodies at the sight if his boytube sliding gently back and forth, in and out of Timmy's lips. Sam deftly used his fingertips on Timmy's dicklet to keep the boy worked up whilst he regained his breath but once he was again ready he thrust hard at Timmy's mouth and sucked Timmy's cocklet deep in his mouth. Timmy caught on straightaway and they continued their hard sucking sixty-nine under the sun. Timmy sucked and licked the thin shaft, it tasted of nothing really but what was making him feel excited was the way Sam was reacting to what he was doing. He realised that he was also making the same movements and twitches that Sam was showing him as he similarly reacted to Sam's sucking and licking actions on his boydick. The two boys gobbled away at each other's groins, licking and sucking, Sam also using his pursed lips to nip at the satiny skin of Timmy's shaft and again using his lips to nip at the small rosebud of Timmy's glans. Timmy groaned as the delightful sensations thrilled him; he let slip Sam's cocklet as he leaned his head back to sigh to the sky as the itching heating joys pulsed through his young body, his heart racing and his chest heaving as once again he saw the starry comets of boyish dry orgasm. "Phew," he sighed as he laid his head on Sam's legs, his hand now gently toying with Sam's cocklet as he breathed deeply, recovering from the sensual blast his body had enjoyed. Sam gently kissed the sensitive reddened glans, watching it continuing to pulse and throb. He looked down his body to where Timmy was still whimpering. "Hey," he whispered, "my turn now," his eyes beamed at his young conquest. "Yeah, er, okay, sorry," Timmy turned his head and recommenced sucking Sam's boydigit. Sam whispered encouragements and instructions as his training of his hopefully new recruit continued. Timmy enjoyed his cocksucking teaching tutorial; sucked and squeezed and rubbed and pleased his new special friend, doing everything that Sam told him with youthful vigour and gusto. "Faster now," Sam grunted, "and harder, squeeze my shaft and suck, suck, suck," he growled and then, "uuuurrrghhhh,ooohhhhh, uurrgh,ooohh," he too whimpered as his own dry cum sparkled and glittered and sent him soaring to those wonderful, amazing heights of boyhood sensual deliciousness. All he was missing was the thrusting cock of his boyfriend; he did not like to use the word `pimp' where Dean was concerned. The two lay quiet together as their bodies returned slowly to normal. "Fancy a trip to the Arcade?" asked Sam as he held Timmy on the crook of his arm. "Have we got time?" Timmy was worried; his mother did not like him to be out too late on a schoolnight. "Hmm, I suppose it is a bit late for you," Sam cuddled him; "we could meet tomorrow say." "Nah I got cubs," Timmy grinned, "and I can't miss that." "Okay what about Wednesday then. I could meet you at the Arcade; then if there's time we could have a bit more fun," he took Timmy's pliant worm of a boycock in his hand and wriggled it. Timmy giggled, "Okay then," he reached out and grabbed Sam's willie and they tickled each other sensuously playfully. Wednesday Timmy was standing by the Arcade, looking both in the window and down the street, he had told his mother he was playing football so he wore his shorts and top over which he had on his bomber jacket. He was slightly nervous; he could not see Sam inside the Arcade and wondered if he had got the time wrong. As he stood there on tenterhooks he saw a big expensive looking car stop, he recognised it as a Jaguar and was admiring the sleek lines when the car door opened and Sam got out. He was just wearing his grey school shorts and he carried a white shirt and a bag, he was barechested. "Thanks son, good fuck, one of the best, I'll certainly want you again and I'll put the word around," the deep voice came from inside the car. Sam nodded and then he reached his hand inside the car, when he withdrew it Timmy could see a roll of paper notes being handed over, Sam looked at the money and then spoke to the man, "It's extra for the schoolboy clothes," he held out his hand. "Sorry, forgot myself," the voice replied and a further twenty pound note appeared. Sam took it and then the unknown voice said, "here's a bit extra, a nice lad like you is worth it," and a ten pound not appeared which Sam grabbed and nodded his head. "Thanks," he leaned in closer and Timmy heard the sibilant whisper, "daddy," the unknown voice then made a strange gurgling sound. "Fuck you've made me hard again, little bugger," the voice continued, "look I've got to get home now. Any chance of a repeat tonight? I'll tell the wife I'm off down the pub." Timmy watched open-mouthed as Sam leaned back inside the car and there was a whispered conversation. "Okay see you then, nine o'clock sharp at the Lost Boy," the unknown voice said; the car door closed and the jag drove off. "Hi Tim," Sam greeted him as he slid his shirt on and buttoned it up. Timmy could see the bulge in Sam's pocket where the money had gone. "Who was that?" Timmy just had to ask, the Jaguar was turning the corner and he could see it had personal plates as well. "A client," smiled Sam, "I do things for him and he pays me, and since I've got some extra money we can play anything in the Arcade now." Sam slipped his T-shirt over his head and they entered the Arcade. As before there was no challenge despite their age and being unaccompanied, Bull even put up a couple of cans of cola on the counter for them. "So which game?" Sam grinned and Timmy headed for the space invader machine. The two boys happily played for about an hour and then Sam suggested they could go to the park for a bit of fun. Once again in the grassy space and hidden from prying eyes Timmy was soon gasping as Sam's mouth took him to heaven and back, then they lay together sucking each other at the same time. Sam shook and trembled very quickly, still on a high from his earlier fuck and following that release they slowly sucked each other to dry climax. Afterwards they were lying together enjoying the feeling of their respective cums floating away. Timmy gently stroking Sam's still stiff dicklet asked, "How do you earn your money?" he was mindful of the fact his own life was at a bad point since his father had lost his job. "Well, what your doing now I can get paid for doing it," Sam sat up and looked down at Timmy, his hand had slipped now from Sam's cocklet and he looked back with puzzled eyes. "It has to be a man," explained Sam, "they're the ones with money and a lot of them like it when small boys like me and you play with their dicks; they feel the same sort of `niceness' only it shows better in an adult." Timmy sat up his eyes agog, "How does it show?" he was perplexed. Sam gazed at the seven years old boy trying to recall his own schooldays, "Do you know where babies come from?" he asked slowly. Timmy nodded, "Yes. The man plants his seed inside the woman's tummy and the baby grows from it. We learn that at school," he said proudly. "But do you know how the man plants his seed?" Sam persisted. "How does the seed get inside the woman?" he added. Timmy thought for a moment and recalled what the lady on the television had said, "I think, er, the man puts his penis inside the woman," he stated. "Penis is another word for willie," he added his tone again proud. "But you don't know what the seed looks like?" Sam posed. Timmy sat up on his knees almost bouncing on them, "Yes I do. Yes I do," he crowed, "they look like tadpoles," he added his voice quieter as he heard his own voice echoing around them. "Well then when a man plants his seed it feel very much like when we have our, `lovely feelings', you know that nice tickling tingle," Sam explained, "and you can help get the seed out by using your hands," his fingers fluted along Timmy's cocklet, Timmy's eyes following the stroking movements. "So when the man gets his `nice tickle,' if you do it properly his seed shoots out of his cock, and some men will pay for someone to do that, some men prefer it so that a boy does it as boys can't make babies. Men also like to do it very often but don't always want to make a baby." Sam rubbed Timmy's cocklet with a few more stronger strokes, the slim pencil stiffening as he did so. "I know some men who are like that and they are happy to pay me to do that and other things," Sam watched Timmy's face carefully. "What other things?" Sam got the answer he expected, `I knew the boy was not daft, not like a still babyish boy,' he said to himself. "Things like this," Sam leaned down and sucked the tip of Timmy's dicklet, tonguing the pink head. "Oh," Timmy's mouth was as wide open as his saucer shaped eyes, he was thinking about his father's willie which he had seen sometimes in the shower and the few times they had taken a bath together, he also thought about seeing his father pee, when his father had shown him how to use the toilet bowl properly and there had been times when out walking he had stood beside his father peeing up the side of tree. He remembered wishing his willie was as long as his fathers. He also wondered did his father need someone to help him get his seed out when he didn't want to make a baby. Timmy's mind was whirling with this new information and a small thought about sucking his father's willie also flitted through his mind. "Most men like you to swallow their seed," Sam pushed the boundaries of Timmy's thoughts, "some think it will help you to grow a bigger cock, er, willie," he added knowing where Timmy's mind was going. "They pay extra for that," he sealed the deal. "Could I get money like that?" Timmy was excited but nervous, yet the idea of earning extra money was so alluring, especially since his own family were suffering. "Well you'd need to be trained. We've only done some stuff together but I'm too young to make seed, we need to find you someone to learn with," Sam, sat back on his heels. "Oh, okay but," Timmy stared around the trees, "where would we find someone?" "Leave that to me," Sam smiled, he had hooked in his fish now all he had to do was land him. The two boys made plans to meet the next day and Sam handed Timmy some money, "Take that, it's a loan you can pay me back when you start earning. You'll need it for the bus," he explained. Timmy took the money without any concern. "You did well," Dean rubbed Sam's head as the ten year old handed over the money from his punter, the `tom' with the Jaguar paid had good money for his fuck behind the sheds along the tow path. A lot of his punters enjoyed the sensation of danger when they fucked him in almost public places and of course they paid extra for that too. Dean checked the money and handed Sam back his portion, he knew Sam earned tips but that was the boys money and he respected it, his own pimp had demanded his tips when he had been, `on the game' and he had never forgotten how it made him feel, so he never asked about the `tip money,' but he knew that Sam often used it to buy him gifts sometimes, so he knew that he did get some reward out of it; all he had to do was mention something and Sam would often appear with the suggested item. He leaned down and kissed his boy on the lips. Sam kissed back, already he could feel the tendrils of pleasure sparking up inside him, he went with other men solely for Dean and he did it because he loved Dean, loved him from the first time Dean had fucked him when he was seven and Dean had been fourteen. The heady loving time was a constant memory and even when Dean had softly asked him to do a favour for him by going with a man that Dean owed money too had not marred that sweet time. Streetwise that he now was where punters were concerned Sam's survival instincts went straight down the pan as soon as Dean touched or kissed him. Dean's hand roved down Sam's body, teasing the erect and pointed boy teats, twisting them playfully painfully. Sam gasped at the expected roughness and his boypussy pulsed in expectation. The two moved towards the bed in the flat that Sam's punters paid for and Dean's punters before that and in some cases still did. Dean was not completely retired from his part of being on the game, but he knew he was too old for some of his paying lovers. Dean lay down on the slightly stained sheets, his eight hard inches throbbing and drooling. Sam leaned over and completed the necessary lubrication by adding his saliva to the thick pole. Carefully he straddled the teenrod and lowered himself down, both sighing with satisfaction as the familiar sensations tickled their inner passions. Almost instantly and with knowledge gained from repeated fuckings, Sam located Dean's cockhead up against his swelling boy nub, the soft spongy bulge rubbing against the harder spongy satiny skin of Deans exposed glans. Both grunted heavily, growling and moaning as Sam rotated his hips as well as slowly raising and lowering his torso, his boypussy tight around the throbbing teenage fuckstick. Dean grasped Sam's thighs, his clenched fingers indicating when to speed up and when to slow down, his own hips now and then moving to force his cock deeper inside Sam's tightening pussy. Dean gasped as Sam undulated his pussy muscles, a trick long in the teaching and learning but Sam had proved to be exceptionally good at manipulating his body and the sensation as his cock was massaged by the silky satin like muscular membrane was ever awesome. `He is worth every penny he earns,' Dean thought thankfully as he was ridden to his teenage heaven. He felt the tingle in his balls and dug his fingers in so that Sam would slow down. Sam in the throes of his own climax bucked to take himself to the point of no return before sinking down on the rock hard dick and as his boyish joys reverberated throughout his body he managed to slowdown his internal massaging just short of bringing Dean to his climax. Dean sighed and moaned for a couple of minutes before sending the message to start again. Sam rose up and commenced the same manipulations; three more times he was instructed to slow it down before Dean allowed the fuck to continue to the ultimate end. Sam managed to work himself through two more really good boy orgasms before Dean jerked and thrust upwards from the bed, pushing him into the air. As Dean stayed for a moment with his back arched, he felt Dean's throbbing cock expand and the shooting bullets of his sperm gave him that usual wet moist sensation. Dean sank back on the bed, gasping and wheezing as Sam followed him down; all the while his pussy muscles were massaging the last jets of sperm out of Dean's balls and into the warm depths of Sam's boycunt. "Good fuck Sam, fucking marvellous how you work that pussy of yours," Dean pulled Sam downwards so they could kiss. Sam felt a flood of warmth and emotional love for his teenage lover and pimp and was about to try and resuscitate Dean's cock for another bout when Dean's phone buzzed. Sam flinched. he knew the sound, it was the one reserved for clients to use. "Hi, Yeah, well he`s right here," Dean was all business now despite the fact his cock was still fuckdeep inside Sam oozing the last of his spunk into the tight glove. He looked at Sam directly "Says he's got a nine o'clock with you, wants to know can you come earlier as he can get away sooner?" Sam nodded `Yes,' he had no other commitments other than being with Dean. "Yes okay, `bout ten minutes, you can pick him up from outside the Postbox by the Lost Boy pub in the High Street." The receiver went down and Dean pushed Sam upwards and off his drooling dick. "Come on Sam, money to be made," he grinned as he grabbed a tissue to wipe himself down, normally Sam would have licked him clean but the clock was ticking. Sam stood by the red Postbox and waited. The big black car was right on time and he quickly hopped into the front seat, his punter driving off before Sam had clicked his seatbelt. Sam directed him to the park, at that time of the day the children's area was locked but the space behind was accessible. He led the man through the trees and bushes to the grassy clearing. As they undressed they could hear noises coming from the direction of the closed playspace, Sam carefully looked through the leafy bushes that grew close to the railings. A bunch of noisy teenagers were running around, shouting and yelling as they partied in the closed off space; he surrounding fence was not that tall and the older teenagers were easily able to climb over the gateway entrance. Sam felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to face the naked man, he could see the thick mancock pulsing at him in the gloomy evening light. "Let's fuck," the man insisted and Sam stepped backwards. As the man fucked him hard and fast, his five inches of thick man sausage pumping inside his hot pussy, Sam could hear the shouts and yells of the nearby teenagers. The man found this element of closeness to the teenagers an extra inducement to his rough treatment and he grunted greedily as he roughly fucked Sam's tight boyhole. "Fuck this is great," the man whispered in Sam's ear as he bent Sam's legs back, "if those kids only knew what I was doing to you," he grinned, his white teeth gleaming wolfishly in the dark light. Sam concentrated on the cock inside him, as before he worked his pussy muscles to squeeze and pulse around the fat manmeat. He did not bother to manoeuvre his body so that his boynub was massaged, he just worked the cock so that the man had his fun and Sam worked it long enough to ensure that the man shot all he had so there was little chance of wanting a further fuck, he paid by the fuck not the time and Sam timed himself to bring the man to his climax to ensure that the man felt he had got his money's worth. His punter thrust hard and forcefully, his cock probing as far as it could inside the hot undulating velvetness of Sam's fuckhole. "So much tighter than the missus," the man grunted, "I could fuck this all night long," he sneered and then as Sam's muscles grabbed him and took him over the edge he had to clamp his lips tight to stop the loud cry of delight that gurgled inside his throat as his spunk blew inside the suctioning boypussy. "Fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck," the man chanted as he collapsed down on Sam's slight frame, his beery breath souring on Sam's lips. On the other side of the fence the rampaging teenagers were yelling and shouting, "Fuck if they only knew," whimpered the man as he slid his cock out of the still grasping boyhole and he lay flat on his back, his drooling cock pointing at the evening sky. Sam sat up, he could see that the man was still stiff, his cock only shrinking slightly, he did not want to fuck again, he had expected to stay with Dean until the nine o'clock meet but he knew the man was not yet fully sated and as ever there was the necessary money. "I could suck you by the fence," he whispered, his fingers teasing the partly exposed cockhead. The man's face tuned to look at him and his eyes glittered in the moon rise glow. Sam could see the leering lusting gaze and knew he was on a winner. Sam stood up, "Follow me," he said excitedly and naked stepped towards the bushy leaves that littered the fence line. The man stood up, his cock again hard and throbbing, he followed Sam into the bushes. Standing close to the railings, just about hidden by the bushy branches he looked across at the gang of youths who were gathered by the swings. He stared at them taking turns to stand on the seats and jumping off to be caught by the others, the noise was raucous. Sam knelt down; hidden by the bushy leaves he sucked the mandick, swallowing the full five inches inside his mouth, the tip not quite reaching his throat. His hands worked the spongy ballsac, feeling the heated balls working hard to replace lost sperm and semen and he tongued and licked the spongy cockhead and silky satiny skin of the veiny shaft. The man sighed and placed his hands on his hips as he watched the teenagers, mere feet away whilst he stood there naked being sucked off by a ten year old boy. The dangerous location and exposure made the whole suck just that much more exciting and his body thrilled to the rising desire and delights of oral stimulation coupled with the threat of discovery. He watched intently, part of him willing the teenagers to look his way and be amazed, he wanted them to watch and admire, adore him as he was sucked by a boy, his lusting depraved desire rose to its ultimate desperate height. Sam sensed the man was close; he could taste the salty difference which meant that the man's sperm was on its way. The man tensed, his balls jerked and at just the right time, Sam removed the throbbing mancock from his mouth and jerking the punter forward made the spitting cock poke through the leaves, through the bush, through the railing, the tip completely clear and exposed inside the children's play area ejaculated its contents into the air, the spitting drops of manseed splattering down on the asphalt of the playground. The man shook and trembled, his eyes tight on the strident teenagers; to him the sound of his spunk splattering down was loud, the dropping droplets splodging sound echoing flatly but the teenagers were making too much noise between themselves to hear any other sounds and the spread of bushes and leaves dampened the squelching splats anyway. "Fuck, oh, fuck that was close," he muttered, his excitement still high as the thrilling dangerous vulnerability resounded inside him. Sam pulled him back under cover and finished off the handjob; draining the balls and tubes of any more of the man's emissions. The man still standing on his feet subsided within himself, the explosive orgasm and exhilaration exhibition was over and he took deep quiet breaths as his system recovered. The guilt and embarrassment set in, the sex now a distant coupling devoid of loving emotion, the depraved lusting dissipated and the punter was left with the messy outcome of his degenerate desire, the ignorance of the nearby teenagers only adding to his mental degradation. Sam clinically cleaned up and stepping back from the naked man handed him his briefs, he knew the danger of being close to a dissolute punter who could be one short step from his decadent immorality being expressed by punching the one who brought him to such recognition. The man trembled and shook as his normal life called him back. Sam silently stepped backwards into the bushes and retrieved his own clothes, the payment was already safe in his pocket, but you never could tell with punters. Dressed he stood as close as he dared to the man. "Ready to go?" he asked carefully, the man stared through the leaves at the group of noisy teenagers and shrugged his shoulders, now it was his turn to ignore them as much as they had ignored him, this gave him some mental face saving. "Yeah, let's get out of here," he looked at Sam, "lead the way," his voice was flat but cool and his manner collected. Sam avoided any skin contact just to be on the safe side. He led the way back through the trees to the car park, quietly he waited beside the car, he had positioned himself so that the overhead floodlights caught him, his youthful figure and face illuminated to emphasise his immaturity and boyish lovability. His open shirt hung wide exposing his teats and his belly button, the unzipped shorts, dark and shadowy hiding his boy treasures. The man stared at the tempting sight, sighed and muttered something under his breath but walked directly to the driver's side. The punter unlocked the car and got in, he opened the passenger door and Sam zipped himself up and gladly got in; as the man started the car he buttoned his shirt and relaxed slightly, the signs were good so far. The drive to the high street where he would be dropped off was made in silence; Sam could feel the man's intensity and kept a ready hand on the door, and an eye on the doorlocking button. The man drew the Jaguar up by the red postbox. The flickering pub sign of `The Lost Boy,' seemed to be making a statement. "Fuck that was something else," he said and his hand reached out and slid inside Sam's waistband to caress his boydick, it swiftly thickened and filled. "God, your ready to go again," he sighed and Sam turned towards him, his hand deftly unzipping the already swelling tenting lump in his punters flies before releasing the fat sausage like fleshy tube; his fingers stroked and squeezed the squashy tip and drew back the foreskin and stroked the sensitive purpled skin of the man's glans. "You want to go again?" Sam asked throatily, enticing the man to further excitement and therefore extra payment. His mind was already thinking about the possible size of any tip. End of Part Two. To be continued... (Wow Sam sure works hard for his money and will Timmy make the grade. Okay Well if you want more and want me to continue this story why not write and tell me and don't forget if you like this one then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look up V for Van T Z Boi on nifty's prolific authors listing. 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Van T Z Boi) Update on Nifty listing Title Description Latest Banged Away Behind closed doors, juveniles at their best 15/02/09 The Captain's Boy All at sea, The Captain, The Crew and the lust 08/07/17 The Case of the Gardener's Boy A boy is missing and a Private Dick is on the case 15/10/10 Casey Plays His Hand Casey loves helping his sister's boyfriends 16/06/17 Charlie Gives It Up The 50's No TV how does a boy amuse himself 12/08/16 Cub Camp Set Up New Cub is so anxious to please 22/03/10 Donny Teacher and pupils get closer 22/04/17 Fagging For Guy Life at an Edwardian Public School 29/04/17 Galahad Rides Out Edwardian Public Schooldays and Nights 17/08/16 Game, Set and Match Ball boys score is love all 06/05/17 The Gigolo Babysitter A complete story on one way to earn a living 09/04/10 Half Term Hiccup Half Term and Jack's on the loose 04/10/16 Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Harry learns how magical his wand really is 17/09/16 Hot Date Friday night and the boys are out with their men 22/01/11 The J Boys Family fun with horny big dicked dad and sons 24/06/17 Ace Tales Ace is the best see why below 1 Family Fun Ace shows a family how 01/07/17 2 Jets First Stopover If only every first stopover was like this 10/04/17 Learning the Ropes A youth and boy but whose teaching who 12/05/17 A Lesson Learned Special lessons for the new boy0 09/05/17 Lil' Slut at Scout Camp One boy takes it all in 10/09/16 Looking in the Window No money, no job how can Timmy earn 21/03/10 Marlon's Monday The school week begins for this teenager 15/07/17 Pa, Grub and Me Hilbilly love 28/08/16 Partytime Fun This Partyboy knows how to please the boys 27/05/17 Pecking Order at the Boys Spring Hop How the cool guys size up for high school 19/09/09 Playground Love Playground play when the teachers are absent 06/11/09 Playing Trains Babysitting fun 04/06/17 The Rocker A boy, a motorcycle, A Wild One ride together 14/07/16 Scott's Cool Brother 2 brothers, 1 dad, some friends get real close 13/03/10 A Scout in the Snow Are snowballs more fun this way 01/04/17 Seamus Serves An altarboy serves it up 19/02/17 Standing at Attention The Sergeant always gets his boy 09/06/17 Taking It Deep Alone in the woods with six men how will I cope 01/08/16 Teenage Lust Sex education lessons can be fun 18/04/09 Wayne's Best Mate's Brother Older teen treats his brother mate 19/06/10 A Week in Wales Cookie cooks up some cum fun survival techniques 17/04/17 REJECTED/LOST STORIES - UNDER REVIEW POSTING DETAILS TO BE ANNOUNCED Delighted and Schooldazed Teacher shows his class how to love on another N/A Detained at Daddies Pleasure A prison for teaching daddies boys N/A Jimbo First year was never like this N/A Mummy Said Mummy away so who's going to love Daddy N/A Oh Yeah Finally Caught in the woods N/A Young Love Boys, teenagers dad and the wild, wild wood N/A