Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2018 16:26:51 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART THREE LOOKING IN THE WINDOW LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART THREE © Van T Z Boi 2018 (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 and enjoy such fanciful creativity 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. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Two "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 in his 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. Part Three "Fuck yes," groaned the man and Sam tugged slowly on the re-energised bloating cock; the street was quiet, just a small number of scattered people walking past the stopped car, the tall postbox blocking any direct view through to the passenger window. "No, no," the man grabbed Sam's hand, "No, sorry but the wife will be suspicious if I'm so soft." He pulled Sam's hand of his cock and stuffed is dick back inside his pants but left the zipper undone. Sam's knowing hand followed the swelling dick inside the open fly, caressing the warm fleshy tube. The man groaned, "No, no," he whined but made no move to pull Sam's hand away this time. Sam grinned, he could see the money already, he stroked the hidden cock, his fingers caressing the wet helmet and carefully touching the sensitive cock split lips, the man moaned deeply, his moan becoming a growl of desire. Carefully Sam bent down and licked, his tongue rasping over the glans, tasting the sweet spicy precum that welled from the pulsing gap. He deftly unclasped the rest of the man's fly, helpless the man watched as his cock sprang into view. `Fuck this boy makes me feel like a teenager again' as he recalled the various times as a teenager he had babysat and fucked his charges. Sam's boysoft fingers rubbed the veiny shaft and the man moaned and closed his eyes, "Jake," he sighed a low muttering whisper. Sam grinned broadly; he knew who `Jake' was. "Daddy you have such a huge big cock," he spoke softly, knowingly playing on the man's fantasies. The man groaned, he knew he was lost, in his head he could see his young son asleep in his bed, his head turned to one side, the side where his huge big cock pulsed close to the sleeping mouth. As he felt the moistness, wet and warm, the arousing succulent touch suckle him, he ground his teeth in agony, he knew it was hopeless now. Sam looked up from where he was gently calmly sucking the engorged cockhead, his tongue drilling into the slit where the sweet precum spilled upwards. "Daddy," he whispered, his firm fingers squeezing along the swelling tube. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," the man groaned, "the wife will have to put up with my `headache'," he spoke quietly, `there had been too many such `headaches' since he found Sam and his fuckable boypussy; he loved his wife and he loved fucking his wife but he loved fucking boys even more, his images of his young son, unviolated drove him onwards. Galvanised into action he pulled Sam up off his cock. "Strip," he demanded. Sam swiftly undressed, his clothes falling on the pedals. The man looked at the boy, in his head he saw his son but his cock saw only boypussy. He reached out towards Sam's stiff cocklet. Sam was more than ready, "Money first," he spoke sternly, his fingers dabbling along his client's shaft and cockhead. The man grunted and arched his torso, he tugged down his trousers and his damp boxers, his cock slipping out of the fly to spring stiff and springy in the open. He delved for his wallet and pulled out the notes. He handed the money to Sam who remained still. "It's more if we do it here, in the car, in the street," he reminded his client "danger money". Grumbling the boyfucker held out more notes, Sam took them and stuffed them in the hidden pocket of his shorts before dropping them down out of the reach of the client. He took a quick look around the street. Parked by the postbox they were really only slightly hidden but the street was not that busy, most passers-by were hurrying not dawdling as the evening sky darkened. The client leaned down to work the seat backwards to give more room. Sam climbed onto the man's lap, holding the fleshy tube that was sticky with the mandew that dribbled downwards, `he's so hot to fuck,' thought Sam as he positioned himself over the gleaming tip and gently sat down, making sure that the spewing cock entered slowly so that not only the client would be excited and motivated but so that he could ensure that the probing dick did not hurt him on its way in; the driver's cart seat was sort on space. Sure of his seating, Sam started the gentle hipping rotation, engaging the shaft with his tightening boypussy muscles, he was not interested in his own climax, this was business and Dean's fucking when he saw the money would more than make up for any lack of boyjoy. His client moaned and sighed, Sam leaned forward and placed his lips at the client's mouth. "Jake, oh Jake," the client exhaled as his lips opened and he slid his tongue inside Sam's mouth. Quietly and almost tenderly Sam bounced on the throbbing cock, squeezing and releasing the thick pole as he did so. "Oh Daddy, Daddy fuck me," he moaned as he rode the cock, the client obeying the instruction as his hands caught at Sam's hips and he commenced thrusting upwards. Sam worked the cock and the client, he knew just how long to prolong the man before bringing him off, Dean had taught him well; he knew if he made the man come to soon it was bad for business and repeat business brought better and bigger tips. Sensing the client was happy and ready Sam increased his pace, drawing the client along with him. Huffing and puffing with a few more requests to `daddy,' Sam swiftly brought the man to his explosive end. Sam pushed downwards hard as his muscles grasped away at the ejaculating cock, his pussy right on top of the man's jerking balls. The client gushed, his cock jetting the sperm load deep inside Sam's boycunt and he moaned and whined about `his dear boy,' as his orgasm slowed and finished. Sam felt the dick soften and shrink, he expected that and was ready. He watched the client's face closely, when the eyelashes fluttered and the man showed he was recovering Sam quickly slid off the withering cock and sliding onto the passenger seat, he sucked the spermy squidgy mass into his mouth, the shrunken cock was easy to clean, this time his delicate tongue and massaging fingers were unable to make it bloat and rise. The client was fucked out. "Fuck that was awesome," the client sat up invigorated by the dangerously public inside car fuck. Sam watched as the man checked his groin, all traces of his sexy action were gone. Grinning cheerfully the man opened the glove box and tugged at one of the moist tissues he kept there, "that'll fool the wife," he chuckled, "lemon and lime instead of spunk and precum and fucked boybum," he giggled, happy and elated as he often was when such a personal fantasy had been enacted successfully. Sam grabbed his clothes and dressed hurriedly, watching the client for any signs, this was the moment when it could all go wrong and there was no Dean nearby for protection, `even the best toms can turn psycho,' Dean's words echoed in his head. "You were very good Sam, very good," the client beamed and Sam watched the wallet reappear, another note passed across, this one would be his, hidden from Dean, he had made enough for his boyfriend pimp to be happy enough anyway. Sam opened the car door and headed towards the bus-stop, he did not glance back as the car sped away. Dean grinned, his face lighting up as he counted the notes. "Fucking well done Sam," he laughed and picked Sam off and swung him around, "that's my boy," he held Sam close and they kissed. Sam could feel the surge as Dean's dick swelled and bloated. Dean was delighted with his protégé, `this fucker is going to keep me in clover for years yet,' he thought. `It was a lucky day when I found him,' he thought. Dean had only recently moved into the area, there had been a problem with his pimp where he had lived before. The man was over working him, as a teenager and horny he was `loved up' to enjoy being fucked and now that he could cum, to fuck clients as well, `but Rango was avaricious and the clients became a line-up instead of the usual two or three. One Saturday he had been fucked almost continuously for four hours, `a gangbang' almost, although the `toms' had been with him singly. Rango was into hard drugs now, and Dean had seen the taut muscular body that first enticed him degenerate into a pudgy druggie flopbelly and he had begun to hate Rango; his nostrils flared as he recalled the alcoholic randy memory of his once loved pimp. He had started making himself unavailable, ignoring the ringing on his phone and then Rango started turning up at his house, at his school, once dragging him off the playground where he was with his mates. Despite his addiction the pimp was still tall and strong and that night Dean had serviced four clients with blackened eyes and had more bruising the next day as the blows showed through. He had told his parents he was being bullied and so they arranged for him to move away and stay with his aunt and her husband. At first he had enjoyed the peace but his teenpussy ached for some hard loving. Knowing the way things worked he set himself up on his own; all it took was a couple of fucks in the local hot spot to line up a few punters who liked teenage boycock and pussy and he hit his stride. One such punter asked him to meet `a friend' and Dean wanting to expand his list agreed. He was not sure if he was more shocked than his `uncle' when it was him that turned out to be the `friend.' Uncle Ralph understood the need to keep their `relationship' quiet but later back at the house Uncle Ralph not only demanded his money back but expected `freebies' whenever he wanted. `He was not that good a fuck either,' snorted Dean to himself but it did mean that Ralph would cover his absences from the house as long as he got his `reward'. Dean soon learned that if his aunt was dunk then he could expect a visit from his uncle once she had fallen asleep. Dean experienced in dealing with punters made it just good enough for his uncle so that he came quick and disappeared quick, as he was usually half cut himself Uncle Ralph was happy enough with the arrangement. Dean recognised he needed somewhere safe to take his punters and Uncle Ralph came into his own, the garage at the end of the garden was turned into a playroom cum gym, his aunt was happy that her nephew was not out getting in with the wrong crowd; she had no idea that the garage was being used for whoring; she had even ignored the fact that sometimes Dean would spend the night in his new `playroom'. Uncle Ralph kept her supplied with drink and she saw things through the end of a bottle. Dean had bumped into Sam as he exited the bushes in the local park; he had been sucking off one of his clients who liked the dangerous side of teensex. Sam who had been running trying to improve his speed had fallen over as they collided, Dean contrite had hurried over and helped settle him down and deal with his grazed knees and tears. "Sorry mate, I wasn't looking," Dean had said as he calmed the tearful boy down who had been shaken by the unexpected fall. "S'okay," Sam had sobbed, he was close to Dan and there was something about the way he smelled that made Sam react and he cuddled closer to the odd smelling stranger. Dean sensing the close contact had felt his dick swell, he had not gotten off himself and the boy was definitely cute looking. "I think I ought to check you over," Dean had suggested and Sam quite happily had followed Dean into the bushes. Dean had tugged off Sam's hoodie and his T-shirt, Sam allowing the teenager to do so. Dean had stroked and caressed Sam's chest, rubbing his fingertips around the dark pink nipples, making them point as they hardened. Dean had looked up at Sam's tear stained face from his knees and softly kissed Sam on the lips. Sam had twitched at the unexpected kiss but the heady sexy scent coming of Dean had worked into his head. He did not notice when Dean tugged down his shorts and his briefs, they were still kissing as Dean's fingers found his cocklet and began to stroke it. All thoughts of `Stranger Danger' had fled from Sam's mind as he enjoyed the new and exciting touching and rubbing and kissing. Dean slowly and gently rubbed the slim pricklet, noting that Sam's sac was totally empty, `got some time before he sperms' he thought to himself and he kissed down Sam's trembling body, recalling his own first time with Rango and how excited and happy the slow seduction had made him allow Rango to take him and fuck him. Dean had gently stroked the slim cocklet as it quickly stiffened and rose to point upwards. Sam lost in Dean's kissing lips and his odour which continued to permeate inside him, confusing his mind as the strange new tickling became something more than nice, something exciting and something he wanted to continue. Sensing Sam's confusion Dean finished stripping the boy and dropped him on his back, here he had full access to all Sam's treasures and he started to kiss and lick and rub in all of the excitable bits and creases; all the whilst Sam writhed as he experienced the newly discovered and liked ecstasy. "You seem okay," Dean had stopped his seduction, Sam looked at him mournfully, he sensed he had missed something and he certainly missed the excitements Dean had been giving him. Like many a boy before he wanted to say, to shout `Do it again,' as he did whenever something exciting and nice happened but this was different to being swung high above his father's head, this was different to being tickled before bedtime, this was much, much more and now it had stopped. Sam had petulantly looked up at Dean. "Again," he spoke defiantly. Dean grinned and leaning back down sucked the tip of Sam's cocklet into his mouth, Sam gasped as the wet warmth sent a shooting tingle of niceness growing and glowing through him. He looked down his young naked body watching as Dean repeated the suckling action and his body writhed and quivered in response. Dean had stopped and looked up along his torso, Sam quaked expectantly. "Again," he demanded and moaned as Dean's sucking increased, his eyes closed in delight as he saw his willie sucked completely into Dean's mouth and whimpered as Dean's tongue did something to his willie which made his want to pee and yet the tingling tickle overtook that and replaced it with a wondrous joy. Sam had continued to mutter and sigh as the sensations grew and grew; then just as Sam felt something, something tremendous was about to happen, it stopped. Angrily Sam had opened his eyes ready to accuse Dean; his flaring eyes met Dean's smiling ones. "Like that don't you?" Dean had smirked. "Uh-huh," Sam nodded his head. "I do too," Dean had replied nonchalantly and then his hand had moved downwards, down to where Sam caught sight of a pink stick sticking out of Dean's trousers. His eyes widened as he looked at the pink sausage shaped thing that jerked slightly as he watched it. "Your willie is big," Sam had spoken his thoughts aloud. "Yes it is isn't it," Dean moved to straddle Sam's chest, his cock protruded from his flies, the tip shining as his pecum spread out and downwards from his cockslit. Sam's nose caught and held the scent of horny teenage musk, the aroma further excited and aroused him. He made no objection as Dean leaned forwards slightly, his glittering cockhead now resting on Sam's lips, Sam could smell the heightened aroma, he heady mixture now tainted with a sweetness he could not identify but one he liked very much. Dean rubbed the spongy cockhead across Sam's lips leaving a snail trail of his precum on the pretty pink lips. Instinctively Sam's tongue slipped out to lick the strange substance, the hit of spicy sweetness filled his mouth and tantalised his tastebuds. "It's sweet!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Uh huh," Dean bumped his cockhead up and down on Sam's sticky lips, the tongue came out and Dean bumped his cock against the wet moistness. Sam unable to stop himself licked the sticky foreskin, tasting the stronger honeyed spicy fluid that coated it, a dribble of precum drooled down onto his tongue and Sam lapped it up. Quickly he swallowed the sweet juice and lapped his tongue for more, this time Dean's cock slid inside his lips and Sam opened his mouth to take the pulsing cock inside his mouth. Dean moaned as he felt the tentative first slashes of Sam's tongue-tip across his cock, it swelled even more and his glans bulged through his foreskin so that Sam's licking tongue rasped over the sensitive nerves, a further drool of precum trickled out and down onto the sliding tongue, Sam catching the dew and swallowing the teenage nectar. "Suck it," Dean asked, pushing his cock further inside the seven year old's mouth, Sam obediently complying. Sam's mouth and lips and tongue sucked the pink lollypop enjoying the further leaking of precum as Dean's lust grew. Dean gently moved his hips so his cock slid back and forth to add the necessary friction as Sam started his training as a cocksucker. Sam sucked and swallowed quicker and faster as Dean's slow thrusting demanded, he liked the juices he was swallowing and the scent became even more heavier and headier; the texture changed subtly, the sticky fluid was becoming thicker and there was a salty side to the spicy sugar taste but this was just as exciting and invigorating as the first juices were. Sam ignored the fact that he had someone's willie in his mouth, it did not smell of wee-wee nor did it taste of wee-wee; it was however exciting and adventurously dangerous, Sam was a boy after all and boys always liked danger and excitement. Dean relished the delights as the immature cocksucker licked and suckled and swallowed, his own pleasure was ramped up, especially as he was doing this for pleasure's sake and not for money. For Dean it was pure and simple lust, a lust being satisfied without strings attached. His passion and orgasm rose, higher then higher, the sensual elation filled him until it happened. His balls twitched, the stream of teenage spunk jolted through his cockshaft and then blurted into the confining space of Sam's mouth. Sam jerked his head as he felt his mouth filling with the goo, there was much more than he could cope with, he coughed heavily, a trickle of spunk spilling from the sides of his mouth as Dean unfettered by reason continued his ejaculation, controlled only by his ecstasy. Sam gurgled and coughed, this time his jerking had caused his teeth to make contact with Dean's over sensitive skin of his helmet. "Fuck that hurts'" Dean wrenched his pain aching cock out of Sam's coughing mouth, the final dribbles of spunk oozing down on Sam's reddening face. Seeing Sam so unhappy and confused he just as swiftly realised the boy needed comforting. "Sorry, sorry," he turned Sam's head to one side, his spunk spilled out of the side and down his cheek onto the grass as Sam lips mouthed silently as he sought to breathe. "I should have told you, warned you," he stroked Sam's head as the seven year olds jerking motions slowed as he began to breathe more naturally. "Tole me what?" Sam turned his head, he could feel the gloop running down his face and the spicy salty taste was still on his tongue, he saw that Dean's willie was still stiff but not so big as before and there was some pearly stuff hanging out of the tip, he saw a slow drool dribble down on to his chest. "Well I'm older than you so when you give me the nice feelings then my balls make the juice and if you make me feel real good, like you did just then, well it shoots all the juice out. Sorry I should have told you but you were making me feel so good, so happy," Dean recalled how Rango had fooled him about the truth about spunk. "Can I make that juice too," Sam's mind was spinning but he knew he liked the taste and not only that he also liked the excitement of making Dean happy. "Not yet, you have to older," Dean smiled, "but I can make you feel some of the happiness," he grinned and winked an eye at Sam. Next thing Sam knew Dean had moved and was sucking his willie again, only this time he sucked it straight and hard and long. Sam could only writhe and quiver as the strange exciting sensations exploded inside him, faster and faster he felt the warm tingles grow and rise and then the tingling became an irritated itching, something inside him required scratching and the only way it could be scratched was with Dean's mouth. Sam twitched and jerked as the wonderfully strange nice feeling became so intense and then his mind went blank as he saw stars shooting across the close eyelids and his mouth gaped open as the sweetness of the tingle sent a hot warmth of pleasure swarming over and inside him. He cried out wordlessly as the pleasure intensified even further and then he collapsed against the grass as his body shook and trembled as the waves of beautiful boyjoys slowly and gently ebbed away. He opened his eyes to see Dean grinning at him. "See what I mean," Dean's face beamed at him. Sam did only what any boy would do, "Again," he demanded. Dean chuckled and his mouth once more closed around Sam's stiff crayon, his tongue and lips and mouth went to work. Sam lay still at first then as his boydick recovered and awoke to the pleasure of Dean's sucking he trembled and quaked and wriggled again and again. His mind was also taking note of the joys and pleasures until the explosion took off once more. Sam's eyes closed as he felt his whole universe centred on his willie sucked inside Dean's mouth, the warm tingles, the waves of delight the shooting stars and comets as the pleasure intensified and became exquisite. Again he cried out as the white beautiful joy drowned him and he swam in the sea of boy bliss. The apex came and went and Sam once more lay still and twitching as the wonderful happiness slowly died away. "Good isn't it," Dean crowed and Sam nodded unable at that moment to speak. Dean lay down beside him and they kissed tenderly and caringly. Sam turned on his side to face Dean and their arms entwined around each other, the affectionate kissing continued and Sam became aware that Dean's willie was prodding at his stomach. He looked down, Dean's willie had swelled again and it jerked and twitched as Sam looked at it. He looked back up at Dean's face. "You want to do it again?" his sense of fairness instilled by his conscience made him feel that as Dean had made him feel `nice' then it was his turn to make Dean feel `nice' and now he knew how to do that. "You sure?" Dean smiled, "you don't have too," he knew Sam's sense of what was right was at play here, Rango had taught him that too. "Uh-huh," Sam's hand was already wound around Dean's fat cock. "Yes please then," Dean lay on his back and Sam moved to suck the fat monster willie. Sam tasted the spicy sweetness, it again affected him and he was eager to taste the honey sweeter juice if he could. Dean carefully explained what Sam needed to do and Sam his sense of fairness at the forefront of his mind followed the instructions and soon received the reward he was seeking. Dean's hormonal driven balls produced the gloopy precum in abundance, the drool sliding up his inner tubes to be swallowed by the willie willing boy. Sam sucked and swallowed as the sugary spicy texture dribbled into his mouth and without realising it he was gradually taking more and more of Dean's cock into his mouth. As he reached his gagging point he halted but continued to bob his head up and down and rub his hand up the slimy shaft, his fingers quickly becoming coated with the mixture of his saliva and Dean's teendew. Dean directed the pace, he was enjoying his second cumming and knew how to make it last, to prolong the pleasure. Too often with Rango and his clients their orgasm had been his race, he recalled how Rango had taught him to recognise the indications in both his and any client's progress, here he knew how to extend his own pleasure and he relished the delight of teenage horny lust being sated. Sam licked the fat plum shaped cockhead, tasting the sweetness s his hands stroked he loose skin up and down the five spongy hard inches of Dean's shaft. He felt the internal throb and pulse of Dean's willie both on his hands and on his tongue. The taut ballsac with the sparse hairs that tickled him sometimes when his hand reached downwards, jerked as well but sometimes in a different rhythm to the internal beat. He noticed the satiny stickiness of the shaft as the juices from his mouth mixed with Dean's teendew where he had not managed to swallow all of the viscous liquid drooled downward slipping from his mouth and being massaged into the fleshy tube as his hand stroked away. He smelled the musky odour, heavy with the spicy sugary aroma that appeared similar to Dean's juices that he was so intent on swallowing. The pulsing, jerking willie was like a wild animal, it had a life of its own and he sucked what was now becoming his favourite lollypop with increasing interest and enjoyment. Dean savoured the sweet touch of Sam's young tongue, the slippery rasping felt awesome as his helmet was licked from different angles as Sam experimented with his tongue, seeing how Dean reacted and how he himself reacted, his mind reminded him how it felt when Dean's tongue had done certain things and he smiled happily to himself when he discovered that Dean's body jerked or twitched in the most similar familiar ways; the only difference was the juices that Dean's willie provided, juices that fed his desire for more. `It's like a never ending gobstopper,' Sam thought as the twitching dick in his mouth continued to provide the sugary stimulus that made him suck on. He liked the feel of his hand around the spongy tube which trembled and quivered, he noticed the taut ballsac, which was tight against the base of Dean's willie. Sam knew he had nothing in his wrinkled skin underneath his small boywillie but the round spheres inside Dean's moved and jerked and when he felt them, caressed them ,he could sense the warm heat from the spongy squidgy balls. Sam noticed that Dean liked it when he played with his balls and suddenly he decided to suck them too. Dean twitched wonderingly as the warm moistness disappeared from his cockhead, for a moment he wondered if Sam was bored and then he gasped as the wet mouth sucked first his left ball and then his right ball. "Yes, yes ohhhhhhh, yyyyeeeesssss," he moaned as the moistness cooled his outer wrinkles and the sucking swallowing sent a lovely jolt of pleasure rocking through him. Sam giggled as he looked at the slimy hairy sac, the two sides where the round balls continued to jump about, hidden beneath the sparsely haired wrinkled skin was fascinating, he recalled seeing other men and teenagers naked in the changing rooms at the swimming baths, he had not taken much notice really as his intent was to get into his trunks and into the water but now he recalled seeing the men play and squeeze their balls and their willies when showering, his mind compared the different sizes and shapes he recalled and he poked Dean's balls gently in his voyage of discovery. Dean's whose own voyage had been at Rango's instructions smiled as he caught the look of intense concentration on Sam's face and grinning lay back to enjoy the effects of Sam's inspection and investigation. Sam turned his attention to the plump shaft, the five inches of stiff flesh that was both soft to the touch but the hidden inner tension and the inner vibration made the object something else. The strange loose skin that moved back and forth, Sam knew his own was mostly a wrinkled flap but Dean's was taut against the swollen pole and Sam observed Dean's increased sighs and moans as he worked the skin up and over his plum shaped tip and then down under the thicker skin of the ridge around the plum shape. Looking carefully at Dean's willie he saw that the tip was a heart shape too and he smiled as he realised it. Carefully he took a long look at his own willie, now he could see his own heart shape, smaller and less plump but it was there and as he gently moved his loose skin flap, he enjoyed the sensation as the two different textures smoothed at each other. Sam licked Dean's shaft, tasting the sticky mess and sensing the smoothness of the warm skin, again his tongue felt the internal beat, lost in his admiration he forgot completely that he was sucking a willie; a willie that he only up till then knew was for peeing, now his discovery that it both gave and supplied pleasure was a wonderful surprise for him and he relished every minute moment of his experimentation. Idly he wondered if his mates knew about this and he started to wonder what their willies would taste and feel like. Dean succumbed to his horny needs and his hand guided Sam's head to his cockhead, `the boy can play more another time. I need to cum,' he thought. "Suck me," he instructed. Sam obliged. Putting his experiments to work Sam bobbed his head and swallowed as much of Dean's dick as he could, the fluid changed taste and texture. Sam knew what to expect now, the saltiness increased, the sugar content decreased as the texture became slightly thicker. He noticed the throbbing had continued to alter pace and Dean's balls appeared locked into one mass as Dean's climax approached. Dean's hand came down, strongly this time, it held Sam's head in a tight grip and Sam felt Dean thrusting upwards into his mouth as he sought to suck and swallow and rub all at the same time, his throat bobbed as it sucked down the increasing flow and then he sensed the tip swelling, bloating slightly but in the small aperture of his young mouth it felt much more bigger. The jolt of Dean's cock against his tongue was hard but the following rush of shooting teendew was fiercer, the bolts of juice battering his tastebuds as Dean ejaculated was however not so disturbing as the first time. "Quick, quick, swallow, swallow," Dean urged holding Sam's head tight against his prick. Sam gulped and gulped as the shooting sperms flowed, billowed into his mouth, he hardly had time to taste anything before he had to swallow again as the amount of teenage spunk flooded inside him became overwhelming. Dean could not recall cumming so huge and long before, his clients who wanted his spunk were voracious in their desires but not one up till now had taken so much time to service his dick as Sam had done. `I, we , we gotta do this again sometime,' Dean recalled thinking as his dick continued to spout spunky sperms and then the aching pains started as his balls emptied themselves but continued to spasm, pulsing empty spasms of nothing but aching strains as the two spheres emptied their contents forcing the last seminal fluid up the thin piping. As Dean's cock shootings slowed and then ended Sam suckled the plump squidgy bulb whilst Dean experienced the slow numbness as his cock deadened and died in the sweet heaven of the seven year olds mouth. "Was that right?" Sam was concerned as Dean lay so limp and unmoving, he was worried he might have broken Dean's willie as it lay motionless first inside his mouth and then on Dean's tummy when he concerned had let it flop from his mouth. The heady musky scent was still there and Sam's nostrils pricked as he inhaled the strange but invigorating aroma. "That was wonderful," Dean moaned the reply; his teenage body was still in recovery, even at his best when sucking him Rango had come nowhere near as awesome a cocksucker as Sam was proving to be. Despite his slack state Dean did notice that Sam's boy pricklet was knocking against his thigh, he manged to move a hand to get his fingers to stroke the slim throbbing boycrayon. "Again, oh please Dean, please," Sam was both surprised and amazed and ready for Dean to be `fair' with him. The fourteen year old slewed onto his side and took the seven year olds cocklet into his mouth, Sam gurgled as the sensations quickly hit a height inside him, the hot warmth spreading awesomely through his body, his legs twitching as the tingle became the hot itch. Dean sucked harder, this time he opened his mouth and took Sam's sac into his mouth too, his lips closed around the sensitive skin of Sam's groin adding a further level of sensation and enjoyment to Sam's pleasure. "Oooooohhhhh, wwwwooooooowwwwww," Sam mewled and his hand caught at Dean's head to hold him in place as the stars and comets started to rocket. Dean's tongue poked out of his mouth, licking down between Sam's open legs, Sam thighs twitching as his skin reacted to the moist animating agitation. End of Part Three To Be Continued...?????????????????????????????????? (No wonder Timmy had such a learning fun time with Sam, Dean seems to be a good teacher. But is this the end of Looking in the Window? Has Sam's story come to an end? Will we get to hear what Timmy will get up too? DO you want to carry on `Looking' On? Well then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the end on the view through the Window. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)