Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 12:28:09 +0200 From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com Subject: Windowshopping and beyond. Part 9. Welcome back. Hope you enjoy it. Give a shout out at budbundy_no@hotmail.com if you do (or don't). Off we go. CHAPTER 9: I came into my bedroom to find Chris face down on my bed, the palm of his right hand resting on the back of his other hand, his cheek on top of both. God, he was a sight. Shirtless, his sleek, smooth back was on display for me. Even his loosely pulled on white sweatpants couldn't hide his beautiful butt as it rose like a small mountain below his lower back. It was probably the most erotic I had ever seen him. I guessed I couldn't blame him from falling asleep with the hard ride I had just given his ass and the excitement he was looking forward to for tomorrow. Summer vacation was finally underway and we were going away for two glorious weeks. I was bringing him to my rich grandfather's estates and intended to give him the time of his life by taking full advantage of all of Grandpa's extravagant luxuries. I hadn't told the kid much, as I looked forward to the awe on his face when I exposed him to it all. Getting down on the bed I stayed on my side, looking into his sleeping face, my hand slowly caressing his back. His warm breath was so sweet on my face and I kissed those succulent lips as I whispered goodnight to my sweet angel. *************************************************************************** "Wake up, sleepyhead," Chris said the next morning, shaking me awake. He was on his knees, hands on my shoulders, his penis hanging limply between his legs. He must have taken the pants off during the night. I gave it a quick lick. "Come on, No time for that now. Let's get a move on, babe," he told me and got up on the floor. I got a flash of his anus between his cheeks as he bent down for his boxers. His wonderful cheeks came back together and I stared hard before they vanished under his boxers. The cotton clad buttocks rose slightly as he sauntered out of the room. Oh God. He was too exciting for sex and here I was, ready to explode if I didn't get that hot ass and get it now. The sacrifices one gives for love! I got dressed. I found him in the kitchen. That was were his trail of clothes led from the night before. He was in the fridge, looking for a can of Coke down at the bottom. I went up behind him, pressing against his butt as I reached for the juice. Chris rubbed his butt in a circular motion against my groin, got up and let me kiss him on the neck before ducking out under my arm. "It's gonna kill your teeth if you keep raiding my Coke cans, kid." Chris just smiled his most mischievous smile in my direction and took an extra noisy sip. I sat down with my juice and quickly felt his toes rubbing against my legs. Then he went higher, placed his heel between my legs and rubbed my crotch with the bottom of his foot. "Just so you know, I'm getting up once the can is empty." That was all I needed to hear and I grabbed the front of his foot. I pushed against his wiggling toes as he kept smiling at me. He took more and more sips and then gently shook the can. There was not much left. I pulled his foot harder against my cock. I thrust against it and managed to get a full blast going off in my underwear just as he took a last big swallow of Coke. "Now, can we get going, please?" I didn't wanna hold off on this day any longer and I carried a suitcase for each of us outside. Chris just stared at first, before letting out an uncharacteristically girlish squeal. "No fucking way!" I just smiled and swung open the door to my grandfather's Lamborghini Countach. "When...? How...?" "My grandfather had it delivered here this morning. It's ours to drive to his house." "Can we use it while there?" "Not much. We're lucky to get it at all. It's getting old and not used too often. Now, just stand there and listen." I got in the car and started it up. The sound of that engine never got old. I pushed the gas several times to prolong the moment. I looked out the window and Chris was standing there with a huge grin on his face. "I think I just jizzed a little," he said when I got out. "Can I have it?" I teased him. Chris hugged me, thanking me for arranging the car with a deep kiss on my lips. He quickly looked around us, before looking apologetically at me for doing it where people might get close enough to see. "You have got to fuck me on the hood of this car," he said. "You should have thought of that before the foot in the crotch," I smiled at him. "Besides, this is hardly the place, babe." He nodded, but told me that I'd better find a place to do it. Jeez, what am I, a fucking machine? The kid was getting damn near exhausting. Yet, I stirred down below as usual. How can you resist that smile? "Yes, sir, Mr. Horny, sir," I grinned. "How far do we have to go?" he asked me and I told him 100 miles. "That should take half an hour then," he said. There was no way I was gonna push the car to 200 mph, but I promised him we'd go 110, the fastest I had gone, if we found the right road. "I'll take it," he said enthusiastically. "Can I try sitting behind the wheel before we go?" That I could do and he quickly jumped in. I ordered him to stay away from the pedals and he promised, with a serious look on his face. Good, he respected the power of the car. "Holy shit, Mark, I can barely turn it." "Yup, it's notorious for having some of the hardest wheel turns among cars." He slowly turned the wheels to the right. "God, this is so fucking awesome," he said, grinning at me through the open window. I let him sit there for a few minutes before I told him it was time to get going. Chris got out and got back in on the passenger side. "Roll out," he told me. Smiling, I hopped in and once again, revved the engine few times. I stroked up and down his thigh a few times and off we went. How I loved driving my grandfather's cars. The temptation to go extremely fast was as bad as the times I'd done this before. Eventually we found a place to speed up. "Get ready, kid; here we go." If it weren't for his ears his smile would have gone all the way around his head. "Holy shi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-t!" Chris squealed as I accelerated, and we were up to 110 as promised in no time. Discipline, discipline, discipline, I had to tell myself, but in the end we finished at 130. I had never seen a happier teenager in my life when I finally slowed down and looked at him. He looked equally relieved that it was over. He was breathing heavily and I placed my hand on his heart. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. "Exiting, huh?" He nodded. Five minutes later we found another long stretch of straight road and I did it again, this time with no warning. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" was his reaction. "Woooooooooooooo," Chris screamed when I went back to cruising speed. Next, I had to slow down to 30 mph, because, wouldn't you know it, he whipped out junior, spanking his little monkey almost as fast as the car had gone. Chris quickly came all over his stomach. "You're the greatest," he said, handing me teen spunk with his fingers. I relished it like the worlds finest ice cream. "Blowjob?" Boy, was I tempted, but I didn't dare with this powerful machinery under my control. "Good," he said. "I want you real excited when we arrive." I wondered if sex would come first when he saw my grandfather's estates. Nope, not even THIS kid. ************************************************************************** Chris had just started to nod off when I saw the beginning of the fence that surrounded my grandfather's property. I took off from the main road and onto the small one that led up to the gates. I shook Chris by the shoulder and he looked groggily over at me. I gave him the code to the gate and asked him to open it for me. Chris happily obliged and I watched his jeans cling to his butt as he approached. I saw his hand pushing buttons the required six times and the gate swung open. He ran inside and I followed in the car. I got out and stood next to him. "Mighty impressive, isn't it?" Chris nodded. "He's even more loaded than I thought." I had to laugh at his honesty. My grandfather could sell this place for 30 million easy. Not that he ever would. Chris looked to the right, then walked 20 feet across the finely mowed grass, towards the gigantic lily pond. "What's that over there?" he asked me, pointing down the road in the direction the car was pointing. "The garage. Hop in the car and we'll check out the rest of grandpa's collection." His smile nearly went past his ears again. He sat on the hood of the car, asking if it was okay, since there was only 50 feet or so left. I nodded and he sat down. I drove past where the road veered off to the right and drove straight ahead to the garage. I stepped out and opened the massive garage doors. You should have seen the look on his face when he spotted the yellow beast in front of him. "That's a V-V-Viper! And a Fe-Fer-Ferrari!" "That's right. Now look over there," I said, pointing to the other end of the garage. Chris ran over to Grandpa's limo first and on to Grandpa's 1988 Harley Davidson. He ran his fingers in awe across the bike. "Can we like, drive this stuff while we're here?" "We have free use of the facilities for the next two weeks." Chris turned to me and jumped up with his arms around my neck. "This is so awesome. Thanks for bringing me; thanks so much," he said as he hugged me tight. We grabbed our suitcases and headed for the veer in the road. It wasn't a paved road from there though; it turned into more of a path. We stood at the top and watched the path snake its way through the property. "Why is the rest of the way sunk into the ground?" "Grandpa sometimes covers it with tarp, puts a hose at the top and it turns into a gigantic slide." "Really. Why?" I smiled. "He loves kids. He lets the schools in the area bring students here when the weather is right." Chris looked to the left at the huge strawberry field that followed the path. "Can we pick some?" "Help yourself." Chris bent down and started stuffing his mouth with the red berries. "Careful now, save some room for dinner." We kept walking and soon the path veered to the left and down towards the quiet water. "This place is on the sea?" "Kind of. It's a river. It runs into the sea not too far that way," I said, pointing towards two o'clock. The view never stopped taking my breath away. Right ahead was the river running past the property and you could see the other side clearly. You could see the sea in the distance where I was pointing. On the path we were on Grandpa's house came up on the right. "Holy shit, dude. How big is the house?" I explained to him that the house contained about 16 rooms, not counting the dining room, living room, den and library. He turned around and looked to the right, at the pool. It was a big pool, a hundred meters long, 20 wide. Grandpa had also built five small structures a little ways from the pool. More slides headed from them to the pool. There was also a small building 20 feet from the pool with pool related contents. "I've seen everything now, right?" We walked to the end of the path which ended about ten feet from the river, shielded by a fence, a smaller one than the one that surrounded the rest of the property. Chris looked to the right. "A beach!" "Yup." He was right. There was a small 100 meter beach starting from where we stood to the edge of the property. The beach was the only part of the property not fenced in. There wasn't really much sand, just a small patch. The rest was grass, with a few rock formations at the waters edge. "We can swim here?" "Not really. The water is very shallow. You can walk 200 feet out and still only reach your thighs. It's mostly suited for smaller children. Very nice for cooling your feet though." "Who cares. I can enjoy shallow waters." Then he saw the boats at the right edge of the property. The water was deeper over there, and since there were only small waves on the river, Grandpa hadn't bothered with a pier, just anchored his maritime interests. Closest was his speedboat, a fifteen foot monster with two boat engines that gave great speed. A little further ahead was Grandpa's pride and joy - a tall, 30 foot cabin cruiser. Chris had run out of impressive responses and stuck to 'awesome'. "We'll take the cabin cruiser out tomorrow and spend the entire day out on the water. What do you say?" "That would be great. I can hardly wait. This is the most awesome place I have ever seen." Then Chris pointed down the beach and asked what was over there. "That's a kajak, a canoe and a rowboat." "What else does he have? Can't be much more?" "A seaplane." "Here?" Chris said hopefully. "No, he took it when he left. He's gone skiing in Aspen for two weeks. Of course, he can't land there, but he'll fly as far as he can. He'll be back the day before we leave though and I'm sure he'll take you up. Come now; let's go up to the house." Chris took me by the hand and dragged me along, eager to check the place out. When we came the door, Chris let go of my hand when he saw the tall man that opened the door. "Hi, Willard. Long time no see," I told him. "Hello, young man. Took your time getting here." I smiled as he turned his attention away from me and looked down on Chris. "Hello," he said. "Welcome. Hope you'll enjoy your stay. Try to be a little more mature than Mark here and we'll get along fine," he finished, finally smiling. "Like you would ever have me any other way, old man." I looked over at Chris. "Don't mind him. I'm surprised Grandpa didn't fire him years ago." "Like he could go on without me. Come on in." We followed him inside. Despite the good natured jousting between Willard and me I could see Chris was disappointed we wouldn't be alone. In consolation I turned Chris around by his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Mark!" Chris said shocked, peering nervously up at Willard. Willard grabbed Chris in a handshake, covering his hand with his other one. "I don't suppose Mark has told you this yet, but when he was your age, he and I had a relationship just like you two do now." Chris looked at me surprised. "I was 13," I told him. "Willard was 32 at the time and my first crush. Of course, he was looking a lot better back then," I said, winking at Willard. "I had recently realised I was gay. Willard had suspected I was for some time and helped me come to terms with it. Before long we had sex. We continued until I was 16. He taught me a lot. So, when we're here we can openly display our love before him." Several emotions had crossed Chris' sensitive face as I spoke and the last was a smile. We were standing in a massive hallway and Chris looked up at the balcony. "I'm on fucking Dynasty," he joked. "Where's our room?" Willard took our suitcases. We walked up the stairs and across the balcony and up the stairs on the other side. Chris tried to take his own suitcase, but Willard refused. Nothing was going to stop him from carrying out his duties. We had a special relationship, but he was firmly dedicated to his job. When we reached the second floor, Chris stared at all the doors down the hallway that went the length of the house. Willard showed us to our rooms. "I can't sleep with you?" Chris asked. "Of course. But staff will come by now and again while we're here and they need to at least think you have a place of your own." "I thought staff had rooms in the servant's quarters or something, in places like this." "They do here too, Chris. But they're on vacation while Grandpa's away. We'll just call for some temps when needed; we don't need them living here." "I'll always wonder if they'll catch us in the act, if you know what I mean." But I assured Chris we didn't need to show any inhibitions. We'd know when the staff would come and, since Grandpa also owned land on the outside of the fence, we'd have complete privacy. No one could see us from the other side of the lake either as there were only trees there. "We'll just have to risk hikers with binoculars," I joked. Willard excused himself, saying he'd be back later to prepare dinner. "Where's he going?" "He has an apartment above the garage." "Oh." Chris went into his room to unpack his suitcase. It didn't take long after I arrived in the room we would share though, before he tackled me from behind and fell on my back on the massive king-sized bed; one of those with a huge overhang on it, drapes and all. His lips were on my neck and I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my butt. "I want you so bad; I want you now," he whispered against my skin. His warm breath on my neck sent shivers all the way down to the soles of my feet. "Let me turn around, babe," I told him. I crawled further up into the bed and rolled over on my back. He came bouncing after me, mashing his lips against mine. He kissed me feverisly, moaning my name. I wrapped my long legs around his teen body, opening my lips to let his probing tongue in. He tenderly let the tip of his tongue slide along the surface of mine as I sought out his ass with eager hands. I'll never get tired of the feel of those fleshy globes, through any material. As usual it made me eager for skin, so I pressed for entrance to his jeans. His belt stopped me, so Chris straddled my chest and I opened the buckle and pushed aside the strap. I slowed lowered his zipper and he was pressing rock hard against the material of his boxers. I gave him a lick, making him groan. Before I could urge him back between my legs he whipped himself out of the boxers, pushing his cock against my lips. I let that enter too. Chris banged it down my throat. I still wanted the feel of his smooth butt skin and grabbed it from this angle instead. They clenched under my hands as he fucked my face. "Oh, God. Suck me. Don't stop." I sucked; sucked like never before. He fell down over the top of my head, trapping me as he thrust. I could barely keep up as he went at my mouth fast. "Suck my cock. Oh, yeeeeees! Don't ever stop. Ever! Mmmmhhhhyeaaah! Nnnnggghhhhh! Nnnngggghhhh," the kid grunted over and over. Then it was over. His jizz shake poured down my throat in massive spurts. He was cumming so hard those days, not that I was complaining. Ahhh, the stamina of youth. He got back between my legs again, tasting his own cum off of my lips. No, I hadn't swallowed it all. It had oozed out around his cock since he was thrusting so fast during the orgasm. He sighed content. "Cannibals would love me if the rest of me taste this good." "That's sick, Chris." "Says the kiddy fucker." True enough. "I'll show you kiddy fucker, babe." "Oh, my." I sat up on my knees, butt on my heels. "I need a striptease, babe." He obliged, grabbing a bedpost. I took off my shirt as he oozed himself out of his. The strip wasn't as slow as I'd like, but I guess he was eager for my familiar hardness filling up between his anal walls. I quickly removed my pants and got back in position. Chris straddled my thighs this time, grabbing me around the neck, hugging me tight. "Ready for a good pounding?" "Uh huh," he replied. I took hold of my shaft, putting it to his sphincter. I thrust up, my cockhead sliding in. Chris hugged me tighter, groaning as he felt me slip in more and more. Then he pushed his butt down hard so I slid in all the way. We worked up a rhythm of simultaneous thrusts up and pushes down. We sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, hugging tight as he rode me. He threw his head back and cried out. "It feels so fucking good. Fuck my ass hard, yeah. Damn. Oh fuck!" I grunted too. I grabbed his asscheeks and lifted him up and down, very slowly. "Such a great ass, babe. Jesus, I love your tight boy ass. You're my bitch." "What?" "Just checking if your paying attention." "Prick." I threw him down on his back while I was still imbedded in him and started giving him plenty of prick. Quickly I went still with a loud groan. "Oh, no, not already," he complained. "Just fucking with you," I told him as I went at him again. "Thank God." I hooked him under the shoulders as I banged him. I went in deep, from tip to shaft in one quick motion. Then I repeated it, again and again and again. Chris was screaming as he clung to me with four limbs, begging for more, more, more. I tried to last for his sake, but his slick insides felt too goddamn good. Sensing I was cumin, he knew the sounds that brought me close so well, he decided to trap me. He kept me inside him and squeezed my cock every time I shot a load and I must have shot at least six volleys. "Oh my God. That was intense," Chris said with the most satisfied, shit-eating grin on his face. We cuddled up together under the bed's cool, cerulean satin covers and fell asleep. ************************************************************************** I was awakened a couple hours later by a polite knocking on my bedroom door. I said 'Enter' loud enough to be heard, but hopefully not enough to wake Chris. He was almost on top of me, an arm draped across my chest, his knee resting right below my balls. Willard smiled at me when he saw us; it obviously brought back some great memories for him. "Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. I thought I might serve it on the patio by the pool, the parasol will make it quite comfortable for you." "We'll be there soon," I told him. He closed the door behind him. I gave Chris' shoulder a gentle squeeze and shake. "Rise and shine, gorgeous." Chris' eyelids fluttered open, his blue eyes settling onto my mouth. Smiling, he kissed me; deeply, urgently. "Come on, baby, time to get up," I told him. But he didn't listen, he just pushed his hand down under the covers, making a fist around my soft cock. "Later, honey. We have all the time in the world." Right, like he was gonna listen to me in that mood. Chris opened the covers enough to be able to duck his head underneath. I could see his head moving; feel the tip of his tongue playing with me. Oh, dear, I grew again! He enveloped me, sucking me to full mast. I simply gave up. He held me in a deep-throat for a full minute. I could feel his spit dripping down my shaft. He came off me with a slurp, only slightly muffled by the satin covers. He sucked and sucked, but I didn't have a new orgasm in me just yet. Disappointed, he came back out. "Sorry, baby." Chris shrugged, promising he'd get me soon enough. We got dressed and headed downstairs. On the balcony Chris decided to ride down the banister the rest of the way. "Careful, it's curved at the bottom." "Relax, you can lick any booboo I get," he smirked. He sat on the banister, both feet pointing at the stairs, and off he went. He effortlessly jumped when he headed for the curve in the railing. He fell, but tucked and rolled, before calmly getting to his feet. "Your turn." Man, I hadn't ridden the banister in ten years. Thankfully I reached the bottom in one piece. "That wasn't so hard was it?" He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and ran outside. Making a beeline for the pool, Chris shed clothing on the way and gracefully dove into the water in his boxers. Grabbing on to the edge of the pool he hauled himself out. "Oops," he said as his boxers fell to his thighs. Have I mentioned that the boy has a great ass? And there he went, chucking the whole thing into the grass. The sun shone off the droplets of water that covered his perfect skin. "Come on; lets slide," he said, clinging to the length of my body. I stepped out of my own clothes and Chris jumped on my back. His skin was so slick where I took hold under his perfect calves. I took steps backwards and fell with him on my back into the pool. Chris came up sputtering and grabbed my head, dunking me. As he held onto me, I maneuvered into shallower waters. I broke free and pulled him in for a long kiss. His long legs snaked around me and he buried his face in my throat. We stood there cuddling for a while when I put my hands under the soles of his feet. He loosened his grip and I lifted with my arms. Chris went along, jumping and taking a perfect backwards summersault, splashing into the water. He got himself behind me and climbed up my back again. I lowered in the water and he was on my shoulders. I stood up fast and he dove off me. He came swimming back and climbed up my front. Soon his thighs were on my shoulders, his naked crotch in my face. He was rather shrunk, so I licked him; several times. I kept him in my mouth and he grew hard. His full length was in me when he slipped. His hard cock fell out of my mouth with a loud plop and he fell backwards, into the water. "How about the slides now?" I asked when he came back up. "Oh, no you don't. Finish what you started." He walked into shallower waters so his raging rod came out dripping. He jumped up on the edge of the pool, urging me over with his index finger. I came over and stood between his legs. "He's waiting, Mark." I caressed his inner thighs with my fingers while barely touching his slit with the tip of my tongue, driving him wild. I spread his legs further apart, licking those inner thighs, nudging his balls with my tongue. "Jesus, take me in. Now!" But I didn't, I just kept up mercilessly torturing him. Chris had the best thighs in the world, especially on the inside, so soft to the touch, yet at the same time, so delightfully firm. I licked and licked there, only occasionally teasing his genitals with my lips. Five minutes later, I was licking his piss slit when he grabbed me behind the head and pushed me down onto his pulsing teen member. I refused to suck and just kept him inside again. "You bastard. I can't take it, come on." I took him out of me and jumped up next to him. I grabbed his rock hard shaft and jerked him off, while sticking my tongue in his ear. "Are you horny?" I whispered. "Poor boy." I stood, holding out my hand. He took it and I led him over to one of the lounge beds at poolside. I laid him back onto the yellow mattress and laid face down between his legs, sucking him back into me. I gave him a long sensuous blowjob, alternating with licks and jacking and sucks. "God, I love you so much," he moaned when he went off all over my face. There was nothing in the world like watching that thing let loose those delicious white strings of cum. I got up and told Chris I'd go get us some swim trunks to put on as Willard should be coming for us soon. Chris didn't mind dressing, I guessed he wasn't quite prepared to flash Willard unnecessarily. I found the man on the doorstep to the house. "Enjoying the show, old man?" "Sorry, tried not to stare." "I bet, ya perv." Dinner was in fifteen minutes and I asked if he could serve us some lemonade first. We agreed to take it on the patio that surrounded half the house. It was always nice and cool there, away from the relentless sun. I quickly ran upstairs for some shorts. I came back down to find Chris sitting on the patio, Willard pouring the teen a tall glass of strawberry lemonade. "Are these berries from here on the grounds?" Chris was asking him, evidently not so shy about being naked in front of Willard after all. I tossed the boy a thigh length pair of aqua blue shorts. He sat back in a chair and took slow sips from the cool lemonade. "Ohhh, that felt good. Not Mark's semen, but it felt good." I had to laugh as he actually managed to make Willard blush. "I think we'll take the dinner here, old man." He nodded and went inside. The shorts exposed Chris thighs beautifully. It took restraint to leave him alone. There is something so extra tantalizing about a boy's thighs when he's dressed in clothes. It just made me long for the parts that were covered, though in this case that wasn't much. When the food came, Chris smiled in delight. Willard's grandmother was Italian and had taught her grandson her homemade lasagna recipe. I had always asked for it when I was here, ever since he first served it when I was five. It was so rich, filling me to the brim within ten bites, but I could never resist having more. The taste had always seemed to linger with me for hours. He had prepared chocolate mousse for dessert but we had to ask to take it later. We went back to the pool and took a lounge bed each and relaxed in the sun for the next hour. Even Chris was too wasted to be horny. ****************************************************************** The sun was headed towards the horizon when Willard came and served us a root beer float, with homemade ice cream. He'd be a world class chef if Grandpa didn't pay him more than any restaurant ever would. Chris and I took our floats and headed down to the beach. We headed into the water, carrying our glasses. The tide was low so we had to walk to reach the waters edge, our feet leaving prints in the soft bottom. We stood just at the water's edge, sipping our drinks, holding hands as the sun set. Putting our glasses down, we wandered out into the water until we were up to our knees. We kissed as darkness slowly started to descend upon us. Chris entwined his fingers in mine and we sank to our knees, lovingly nibbling on each others lips. "This is the best day ever, Mark. I sure wish my brother could see this place with us." "Maybe sometime he will. And if you think today has been fun, just wait..." Another kiss interrupted my talking and he pushed me down on my back. We wrestled a little, playing in the shallow waters until we were right near the waters edge, just enough water there to go to beyond our ankles. His playfulness ended in yet another kiss. He was so hard, poking my anus opening. "I want you, Mark. Be inside you, let me in." I opened my legs wider, resting my heels in his lower back. His cockhead then pushed past my ring muscle. I can't put into words how that teen boy's dick feels up my ass. Chris rammed the rest of the way in hard. "Uuuuuuhhhm!" I cried out. Chris rode my asshole slowly, like he was savoring the moment. He gave small moaning sounds whenever he slipped in. "Mmmmmmhhhhh. Oh, Ma-a-a-a-a-ark. I love you...sooooo much." He started going faster and harder, making ripples in the water going away from us in every direction. I adored the way he always made love to me, that cute whimpering he can never hold back. My hand glided across his wet back and down to that fleshy ass of his. I just kept squeezing it hard as it bounced up and down. "Chris. Oh, Chris. I love you more than anything in the world, too. Go ahead, take me even harder." Digging his heels into the sand he tried with all his might to take me as hard as possible. It sent a wonderful pain through my insides. I had to cry out. "Uuuuhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, yeeees. Chri-i-i-i-i-i-s!" "Yes, Mark. Mmmmmhhhh. Uunnngggghhhh, uunnngggghhhh, uuuunnngggghhhh." Those last sounds were like a growl in his throat. Chris let loose a final scream. Cumin, shooting, exploding inside my bowels. "I give," I told him when he slipped out. Chris laughed. "Don't worry, I won't ask for more today." We relaxed where we were for a while longer before we walked hand in hand up to the house. The living room was huge, with lots of comfortable, plush couches, yet we still shared one, watching a movie on Grandpa's state of the art entertainment system. And he had such a huge screen it was almost like being at the movies. Willard served us the chocolate mousse dessert we were supposed to have earlier. Chris fell asleep between my legs. I enjoyed the feel of him, the weight of him, the smell of him as he snored softly through the rest of the movie. I picked him up in my arms and carried him to my room. I collapsed next to him, snuggled up behind him and we fell asleep with our clothes on.