Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2012 08:33:43 -0800 (PST) From: T C Subject: Christoph - Part 5 DISCLAIMER: If your local laws prohibit you from reading this then please leave now. This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidence. This story involves sex between a man and teenaged boy. If you are against this or upset by something of this nature, then do not read it. This is just a story. Christoph Part 5 By Zatarra I woke with Christoph still wrapped in my arms but he had turned and was looking at me with a most beautiful smile. He moved in and kissed me deep once more. All I could think was here is the boy that I have always wanted. In my bed. In my arms. Could it get better than that? I glanced at the clock and telling him it was late and we needed to get him home, I started to get out of bed. He grabbed me tightly around the waist and said that he didn't need to go home. That it was Friday and his mother would not be back as it was her 'party' night and would not be home until sometime the next day, if at all. I looked at his face. There was not really sadness, just an acceptance of how things are. I laid back down, looking into the deep blue pools of his eyes. I pulled him close and was about to ask if he was sure, when he once again shoved his tongue into my mouth. We passionately kissed until we both knew it was time to do more. I rolled him to his back and started another journey kissing my way down his smooth, skinny body. I paid extra attention to his nipples, this time being a bit rougher and biting harder. He moaned and withered under the assault. I continued my attack until he finally grabbed my hair and screamed, "Please stop, I can't take any more!" I stopped and looked up at him, his face a bright red but with an ecstatic look. I leaned forward, kissed his nose and smiling broadly at him, said, "You asked for it, would you rather I take you home?" "Hell no, I don't want to go home, but I don't think I can take any more. My nipples are hurting," he hollered at me. "Good," I said kissing him once more as I headed back down. I assaulted them again, punishing them further. He grabbed my hair, pulling hard, withering, screaming in pleasure. I finally stopped and continued down his tight, firm belly and ending again at his precious tiny penis and balls. I kissed them gently and then swallowed them down eagerly and roughly as he once again pulled my hair and screamed. I worked them over. Licking, kissing, sucking, even biting them. Pulling his tiny nuggets into my mouth and sucking hard until he begged me to stop once again. I looked up at him and smiled. His eyes were closed with the look of pain and pleasure contorting his face. He opened his eyes and as if it took some time to recognized me, he broadly smiled and nodded, giving me his permission to continue my attack. And I did so, with much pleasure. I took his raging cock into my mouth, sucking licking and gently biting it. I reached under him and eased my finger into his already lubricated and willing hole, thrusting it deep without mercy. He gasped and lunged, screaming for mercy again and I ravaged his dick and hole. He was pulling my hair wildly and I had to stop in fear he would yank it all out. I looked at him again while my finger continued on its mission inside him. Pleasure once again took over his face and he smiled and nodded. I wasted no time in taking his entire package into my mouth. Hearing his gasping and feeling him squirm underneath me only lead me to go harder on the boy. I inserted another finger as I rammed in and out of his hole all the while sucking his balls and penis with all the vigor I could summon. He moaned and shook all over as he reached his third immature orgasm of the night. I continued my attack, despite his plea for me to stop. I couldn't. I loved this too much and did not want it to end. He pulled my hair hard and choked out, "Please, I'm so sore, please stop." There was no anger in his voice, just an angelic pleading as I slowed down and finally stopped. I released his goods from my mouth, kissed them reverently, then looked at him. Pleasure and excitement were all over his face. Sweat rolled from his face and shown all over his small naked body. Our eyes met and his loving smile shown as bright as a full moon. I maneuvered him so his feet were planted against my shoulders as I eased up to his winking and waiting hole. I looked at him and blowing him a slight kiss, I entered his tight, willing hole for the second time. His tightness overwhelmed me. I pushed in slow, easing all the way in until I was firmly up against his cute, small ass. I looked at him and he returned my kiss. I started moving in and out, almost withdrawing completely and then pushing with full force all the way back into his eager hole. I pumped and pumped as the pleasure built up inside me. I rammed hard intentionally trying to to hit and agitate his prostate. It seemed to be working. His eyes grew wild with the intense pleasure. I continued my pumping as he closed his eyes and started to chant, "Oh, jeez! Oh jeez! Oh jeez!" as he reached another dry orgasm causing his sphincter to clamp tightly around my throbbing penis and sending me into another powerful, blissful orgasm. After emptying another load inside his tight ass, I collapsed on top of him. Smothering him in kisses. Our breathing was torn and rampant. As we slowly came down from our orgasmic highs, I dislodged myself from him and moved to take him into my arms once again. We laid together, tightly embraced as our breathing and hearts slowed to their normal state, whispering our love for each other. With a quick slap to his firm, little butt, which caused him to give a yelp, I separated us and told him we need to take a shower. Rubbing his bottom, he flashed a naughty smile and vigorously shook his head. Holding hands, we headed to the shower. I adjusted the temp to just shy of too hot and we climbed in letting the water spray all over us. After a few moments of letting the water cascade over us, I got the shower gel and liberally applied it to Christoph. I rubbed him all over with my hands, tenderly covering every inch of his smooth body, paying extra attention to his hard penis. I massage it as I fingered his hole, making him swoon in my arms. I washed him all over, tickling him and making him giggle; the room echoing with his bright laughter. After rinsing him off, he tried to wash me, struggling on his toes as his hands gently moved over my body. He too, paying special attention to my hard, begging penis. He rubbed, massaged and stroked it, bring me close to the edge several times. He finished, pushing me under the hot spray, giggling. Pulling me from under the water, he raised his head to me and we kissed again. Something I knew I would never get enough of. He mouthed that he loved me then dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on my shaft. He took me as deep as he could before gagging and releasing me, then doing it all over again. He worked on me until I exploded in his mouth as he swallowed hard, trying to let nothing escape. Placing my hands on the wall, I struggled to maintain my balance as I shot my load deep into his mouth and throat. He drank it eagerly. He stood, and we kissed as he slid his tongue into my mouth with the taste of my cum still fresh on his tongue. We ended our shower and dried each other. I was still somewhat wet as he had trouble reaching but the feel of him rubbing my body gave me so much pleasure, I did not want it to stop. After getting all he could he smiled up and me and said he was starving. We made our way to the kitchen, where I made us some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Together, with a glass of milk we sat at the table, staring at each other. His smile was sincere and brilliant. After a long silence, I finally asked him what had been on my mind since we first met and told him I wanted to know everything about him. He told me that he honestly didn't know what his mother did. All he knew is that she did not want to be bothered with his problems. She had given him an 'emergency' number but indicated that she really did not want to hear from him and that is why he refused to tell the school about the bullying. He did not want them to contact her. He said that she has never hit him, but had sat and watched while several of her boyfriends would spank or whip him for whatever reason they had felt necessary. He continued his story saying she goes out most nights and he rarely sees her but when she comes to change and that she doesn't usually come home on weekends, leaving him to himself all the time. Some times there is food, but most of the time, he lives off what he gets from school. He had even resorted to sneaking things from school in order to eat at night. My heart was torn. Here, in my house, in front of me, was the most beautiful boy I have even seen and he was quite literally abandoned. He spoke in a matter of fact voice. Although there was a sadness in his eyes, there was also an understanding acceptance. He had always lived like that, so he knew no different. He had few friends and spent some time with them, but as his mother would never meet with their parents, they soon withdrew their children from associating with him. He admitted that he was on the verge of giving in to Josh and Craig just to have some friends, even though he realized how that relationship would go, but he was tired of being alone all the time. I asked about his father. He said he didn't know anything about him. Whenever his mother spoke about him, which she hadn't in several years, it was only to curse him for leaving her stranded with a bastard son. He told me that they were not married and only lived together and that when she had become pregnant, he refused to believe it was his and said she was nothing more than a common street whore. With a sad face he told me that his father had come to the hospital when he was born and filled out paper work and named him Christoph Greggor Matthews. His mother said it was to spite her but that he could not understand why she felt that way as it was him that was burdened with such a stupid name. He answered all my questions with a thoughtful and profound maturity. Leaving me very sad and very much in love with him. We finished our snack and returned to the bedroom where I took him tightly into my arms and tightly squeezed him. Looking into my eyes, he thanked me for helping him and letting him stay. There was nothing I could say. I just held him and finally told him that I would help him work things out, especially seeing that he has pushed the two boys to the limit and they would not give up bashing him and getting what they wanted from him. He smiled at that, saying that he knew he was pushing it, but it definitely felt good. Saying how much we loved each other once again, we feel asleep in each others arms. The world and its problems in another dimension that carried no relevance for us. 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