Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2018 19:43:51 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: LOOKING IN THE WINDOW LOOKING IN THE WINDOW LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART Four © 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. 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Till the next Time: Van T Z Boi) From Part Three 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. Part Four Sam wriggled and writhed as the tickling tongue slicked down between his legs, he automatically spread them wider as something inside him told him what to do, what needed to be done. Dean pushed Sam's legs apart, lifting them to expose the beautiful roseate of pink crumpled skin that pulsed slightly as his tongue kissed the wrinkled skin. The groaning muttering moan that Sam now produced made Dean grin as his tonguetip slid forth and licked gently and moistly across the boyrose, Sam sighed and twitched as the new sensations inside him flared and sent a shocking surge of delight shooting within him, his knees trembled as they quivered in the air where Dean held him by the thighs, his legs and feet waving in the air above Dean's back. Dean took in the arousing sight of Sam's boypussy and felt his desire and hormonal lust flare excitedly inside him. He wanted more, so much more and as Sam lay back he himself sat up; in moments he had stripped, his clothes flying to the side, his teendick spraying his precum out and about him as he undressed. Sam watched closely observing the teenager's body, noting the differences between Dean's and his father's body and the ones he had seen in changing rooms and when he had been on sleepovers with his mates, often sharing a bath together, it was all so new and exciting in a different way today, here in the grass with a naked teenage Dean and his stiff pulsing teenwillie. Sam was still entranced by the throbbing fleshy pole and he trembled as he watched it jerk and judder. Dean naked felt the sensuality of being nude and exposed, so often it had been with a man or men, this time with Sam it was uniquely exciting. He looked down at the seven year old, the enquiring look in Sam's eyes and yet the odd longing as Sam looked at his pulsing teenprick, `So, so awesome,' he said to himself. Slowly drinking in the delicious delight of the virginal seven-year-old who appeared to be completely at his disposal he returned to his worship of Sam's boypussy. Carefully he picked up Sam's legs and spread them wider, once again bringing the sweet roseate boybud close to his eyes; he buried his nose in the crinkly bud and licked the surrounding satiny skin. Sam sighed and mewled and his legs waved as the ecstasy started up again. Dean licked and sucked steadily, his own toes stretching and digging into the grass beneath him, it was fine for a short time but Dean felt he needed more, needed to overwhelm Sam completely and to do that he needed to be able move around more. Seeking a more comfortable position Dean balanced Sam's legs across his shoulders, in this position he had complete access to Sam's little treasure and he attacked the budding boybud slicking his tongue over and around the slight crinkly protrusion and delving simply into the tiny gap in the middle of the wrinkled bud. He could taste the salty texture of prepubertal boypussy as his tongue slaved over the delicate nerve endings sending further surges of tingling delight raging inside Sam's body. He slid his tongue further inside the satiny softness of Sam's interior, a quick blow of air from his warmed lungs made Sam twitch even more as the stimulated nerves reacted to the feel of cooler breeze. Dean licked and kissed at the damp hole sensing the relaxation that was naturally occurring, he felt his own teendick rising and bloating with the excitement of a possible fuck and a virginal fuck at that. A sudden crashing sound disturbed him, above them the tree had been butted and as they looked upwards a falling object bounced from branch to branch sending out more of the splattering sounds that had initially surprised them. "It's a football," Sam quickly identified the falling bouncing object. "Fuck," Dean spoke aloud, `where there's a football there are players,' was his immediate thought, `and here I am exposed and horned up with a naked cute boy,' his head ignited and the red warnings exploded inside his mind telling him the possible frightening consequences. The following noises from nearby pounding feet and cries and shouts told him that the owners of the ball were clearly on their way to reclaim their property. "This way, I saw it hit that tall tree," a throaty voice shouted and Dean could hear the sound of leaves and bushes being hurriedly and forcefully pushed aside. "Come on quick," he grabbed at his clothes as he spoke and helping Sam with his clothing he pushed the boy ahead of him away from the tree and away from the unwanted visitors. Sam flustered and confused pushed through the leafy and bushy foliage that seemed to fight him as Dean hustled him from behind. The leaves and branches that blocked their path finally gave way and he crawled onto a rutted track. Immediately he knew where he was. "This is the dirt bike track," he spoke over his shoulder to Dean who was just getting clear of the bushes. Dean stood up, his clothes and some of Sam's hung from either hand, he quickly surveyed the area. Sam was right that it was a track and from the marks in the ruts it did look like a dirt bike track. Quickly he looked down the line of ruts which bent around a big tree to the right, the track continued upwards from where they stood, the line weaving in and out of some thinner trunked trees before it bent to the left. As he looked Dean also listened, he could hear some distant sounds behind him, low voices `probably those looking for their ball,' he decided but at that moment the dirt bike trail was clear however the two of them were standing naked, exposed in the open and very much still in danger of discovery. "Time we were dressed," he said to Sam and with another checking sweep of his eyes, tugged the boy behind a slightly thicker tree where in part they had some protective cover. As Sam sorted out his own clothes Dean slid on his dark grey trousers, they were his school trousers as his punter had asked him to dress like a schoolboy, the white shirt and striped school tie hung from his left hand and he slipped them on over his head quickly buttoning up the last few undone buttons. As Sam stepped into his briefs Dean knelt down to pull on his scuffed black shoes, the socks he stuck in his pockets. As an afterthought he checked to make sure the punter's money was still there, `Rango would kill me if I lost cash,' he shivered as he thought about Rango's hard heavy hand, despite the fact he was no longer in Rango's control, he had learned his whoring lessons well but the thoughts brought back the frightening memories and sensations of Rango's brutality. He breathed hard for a moment to deal with the emotions that had arisen. A quick check showed that the track was still apparently free so it was the work of moments to get Sam re-clothed, he was just tying Sam's laces when he heard the whirring sound of a bike coming from down the rutted track. In seconds the bike plus a second and third buzzed past them, the riders intent on the rutting bumps swerved and slewed down the track. Dean instinctively stepped back pulling Sam with him so he hoped the riders had not really noticed them seeing that they seemed to be so engrossed in avoiding the hazards the winding track posed. "What do we do now?" asked Sam not quite sure what was happening, he did not want to lose this new friend he had made and they had done such wonderful strange but exciting things together. "Fancy a burger?" Dean patted the bundle of notes in his pocket, he could spend his own money as he liked now and despite the wanting tingling in his balls he felt that now was not the time to push his new young friend. "And a coke?" he added as he saw the beaming smile widen across Sam's cute face. "Now which way?" he looked up and down the track which was definitely getting busy, he could feel the earth tremors as more bikes rode the track. "This way," Sam beaming even wider led his new friend towards the park café where he knew treats like burgers and coke could be found. "Not bad," mumbled Dean through his first mouthful of his meaty burger, he normally inhabited the arcade in the high street, business was business after all and it was a change to be able to enjoy a proper burger. `The ones at the arcade are so bready tasting compared to this,' he happily munched away. "Yup," Sam was still beaming despite talking with his burger in his mouth. Dean grinned at the boy; he sensed there was more than something special between them. `I'm not going to treat him like Rango did to me,' was his uppermost thinking. He looked around the café, the counter was busy and the booths mostly occupied, he had chosen the last booth in the line as it offered the most privacy. Dean finished his burger and sipping his own coke leaned back and quietly slid his foot out of his black school shoe, smiling he lifted his leg and placed his sockless foot on Sam's bare thigh, carefully he eased his foot along the satiny feeling flesh and then eased it inside the hem of Sam's shorts. Sam giggled but continued to slurp his cola and eat the last of his chips. Dean's toes found the soft bulge of Sam's briefs. Gently he rubbed his toes back and forth sensing the squidgy bulge move and jerk as Seam's pricklet responded to the pressing caress of his stroking and clenching toes. Sam's eyes widened and he glanced furtively down and twitched and smiled back at Dean. He leaned back in the booth, his legs widening allowing Dean greater access between his legs, `this really is great fun' he grinned to himself. "Having fun?" Dean winked as he spoke, his toes even more insistent now, he could feel the tube of Sam's cocklet firm up and he rubbed his big toe up and down the cotton covered crayon. Sam's legs widened even more to give him fuller accepting access and Dean pressed his foot up against the swelling bulge, enjoying the sensation of the throbbing pricket encased in the cotton briefs. He recalled how he felt when Rango had done something similar; it had been similarly dangerous and exciting then just as it was now in the cafe. Sam giggled and leaned back where he could see the foot inside the now tightly stretched shorts and the outline of Dean's toes as they wiggled around his willie; suddenly Sam wanted to feel Dean's touch actually on him, stroking his willie as before or `even', he shuddered and twitched at the thought of Dean's mouth sucking him, he sighed deeply and gazed at Dean. "You want more, er, fun?" Dean smirked winking, he had seen the changing expressions flying across Sam's face and knew immediately what Sam wanted but had not asked for. Sam bit his lower lip and then timidly nodded his head. "Okay finish your coke and we'll go for a walk, a fun walk," Dean reached down and stroked his own pulsing length, `down boy' he said to himself, `a few minutes more and,' he did not need to finish the thought. The two visited the café washroom; Dean wanted to check it out for possible use and as Sam peed and washed his hands Dean stepped into the two cubicles and wrote the contact number for possible punters to use, `business is still business' he grinned `and I need to expand my operation in my new location.' Outside the café they strolled towards the woodier looking part of the park, Dean scanning from side to side looking for a suitable place. He stepped off the path and led Sam to a small thicket he had spotted. Forcing his way through the leafy branches he found the centre of the thicket had just what he wanted, `a grassy leafy space' where they could be undiscovered or unseen, `and not just for Sam but other prospective clients, some love the thought of fucking in the open' he smirked to himself. "This will do nicely," he turned to look at Sam who had followed him in; Sam to his surprise and absolute delight was already nearly naked. "Good boy!" he happily beamed as he unzipped his dark school trousers and let them drop to his ankles. Sam now stood completely naked and his slim boycocklet was steely stiff and pointing almost straight up, he watched closely as Dean undressed, his eyes intent of the pale tanned willie that protruded from Dean's groin. He could see the wrinkled tip glisten as the drying precum caught the light, unconsciously his own hand moved to stroke his own slim pickle and his mouth flooded with saliva for some unknown reason. Dean stepped closer, his teenage dick catching at Sam's chest wiping some of his precum across Sam's left nipple, he saw the skin around the boyteat tighten and he felt the surge of tingling joy rise escalating thickly inside him. Quickly he sat down and pulled Sam after him, Sam lay to one side as Dean's head bent over his throbbing pricklet and he let out a deep moan as the moist warmth enveloped him. Dean sucked gently, teasing the loose foreskin away from the crimson pink tip, his tongue slicking over the tiny nipple slit of Sam's glans delighting in the way Sam moaned and wriggled and thrust his cocklet upwards seeking more depth and sensation all along his glans and shaft. Dean sucked quickly and with assurance, he felt safe behind the wall of branches and leaves and they were a fair distance from the path. His head bobbed up and down with increasing rapidity as he sought to bring Sam off. Sam mewled and moaned and juddered and jerked as the now familiar warm tingles heated and flared sending such strong and delightful pleasures surging and rushing through him. Faster and faster the tingles moved, rushing along his burning pathways, the pleasure mounting and mounting. The brilliant stars and comets once more glittered across his eyes, the searing lights a companion to the searing pleasures he was undergoing. His cocklet pulsed and throbbed swifter and swifter as the peaking approached. "Ohhhhh!!!!!!." Sam growled as the white heat washed completely over and through him and the thrusting of his cocklet inside Dean's mouth made his willie rub against the soft furrowed upper palate of Deans mouth. Dean sucked hard as Sam climaxed, he felt every iota of Sam's pleasure on his slicking squelching tongue. As Sam sighed and mewled he moved inch by inch, his dripping teenrod drooling its snail trail across Sam's body until they were in the sixty-nine position. As he sucked Sam's cocklet, urging the boy to another dry cum he bounced his teenprick against Sam's face, his precum pouring over Sam's nose. Sam caught on quick and Dean growled as he felt his teencock being sucked inside Sam's mouth. Gently and still licking and sucking Sam's pricklet he teased his teendick further and further inside the seven-year-olds mouth. Sam happily sucking and swallowing the heady juicy precum, his head whirling as he inhaled the musky scent of Dean's hormone influenced aroma, writhed and trembled as his own pleasures pulsed and throbbed inside him. The honey spicy flavour of Dean's precum and the heady perfume acted on his head and he swallowed as much as he could of the spilling juice whilst continuing to inhale the heady stench of Dean's teenage hormone tainted sex scent. Dean groaned around Sam's pricklet as one of the flaming surges peaked inside him, his teencown pulsed and sent a heavier drool of his teen juices into Sam's swallowing mouth. Sam noticed the slight change in the taste, more and more of Dean's saltier semen was mixing with the lubing precum but to Sam it was just even more exciting. Dean thrust harder and faster, his teendick pushing further inside Sam's gagging mouth. Carefully he adjusted his movements; he did not want to put Sam off by attempting deep-throating before the boy was ready. Sam sucked and swallowed as the dew deposits became heavier and more fluid. His own senses were awash with his own flaring delights and his young body twitched and jerked as his hot orgasm moved closer and closer. Dean sucked, enjoying the effect of Sam's almost still virginal mouth on his teenrod, he too was close to climax and he shoved and thrust just a little bit harder seeking the necessary friction for orgasm. Unconsciously he sucked Sam just that little bit harder too. The tension in his ballsac informed him and he moaned as the surging pleasure rose unstoppable now. "Here it comes!' he managed to warm Sam who recalling what had happened before sucked and swallowed quicker and quicker as the drool became a flood and then a fountain as Dean's teencock exploded inside his mouth, the pearly essence spewing forth to foam and lather inside his bellowing mouth as the amount caused his cheeks to swell. Sam gagged momentarily and then his throat coped with the spicy salty mixture, he tasted the heavier texture of Dean's cum on his tongue before he swallowed the stuff away and down inside his throat. Dean burbled his pleasure around Sam's pricklet, relishing the swallowing action against his inserted and spilling teenage cockhead. `Fucking good blowjob' he thought as the white heat of teenjoy finished its explosive delight and gently but searingly ebbed as the last jets of his spunk was fired up from his balls. Hurriedly he worked his lips and tongue, taking all of Sam's boytube and empty sac into his mouth, making the swallowing motions which ultimately brought Sam once more to his boyjoy peak. Sam warbled his pleasure as the beautiful white heat rattled his eyes and body again, the joyful pleasure sounding and resounding inside him as the cosmic galaxy went supernova. The two youth suckled and mewled together as their extended orgasms gently but pleasurable washed away. "Fuck that was good," sighed Dean as he let Sam's pricklet and sac fall back against Sam's young body. "That was nice," agreed Sam as he led Dean's fat bloated tube fall to lie against his cheek, he could see the darker purple tip pulse and shrink as the lose skin slid back upwards across Dean's willie tip The two lay sated and content for the moment ignoring the cooler breeze that had sprung up around them, whispering through the leaves. Dean noticed it first as his back twitched where a cool blast ran over his backbone and he shivered. "It's getting colder," he moved to the side, his urges for the moment over, even the sight of Sam's still jerking pricklet did not move him to stroke or touch it. "What time is it?" Sam sat up a worried look on his face, he was suddenly aware that his run may have taken much longer, there was also the time in the café and with the urgency of youth he became aware that his mother might in fact would be worried about him. Dean told him the time and saw how concerned Sam became, the boy struggling to reach for his clothes. `More haste than speed' he thought as he saw Sam's distress. "It'll be okay," he assured Sam, "I'll come with you speak to your mum," Dean was sure now that Sam would be open to more `fun' and he knew a lot about adults. "I met Sam in the park, he was training like I do for the school football team," he smiled at Sam's mother. "I was watching him run and then he fell over. It's okay he was fine, just a small trip, the ground can be tricky in places but we started talking about running training and so on," he smiled again, "we shared a burger and some chips in the café, it's just that the football team is looking for a mascot, our current one, Jack, his dad's moving `cos he's got a new job and well, when I saw how good your Sam was I wondered if you would let him try out for the position as team mascot," Sam watched open-mouthed as Dean lied with ease to his mother. "Well I don't," she said slightly confused, her eyes flitting from her son to the young stranger he had brought home. "Oh please mum, please say `yes' please," Sam saw his chance; Dean had explained they could do lots of cool stuff together as they walked home to his house. "Just go along with what I say," Dean had urged him as he was still working out his angle. He had noticed the footballer's supporters' scarf hanging up when he had been allowed inside Sam's house and decided that anything to do with football might be the angle he was looking for. Sam's mother looked at the teenager, he was pleasantly spoken and fairly well presented, he looked quite earnest in his school uniform. His school clothes appeared clean and uncreased and his manner was polite and earnest, she was also aware of how much football meant to her husband and recalled the battle where he wanted to name Sam after several members of his football team heroes. Sam had shown an interest in football but once he started running had shown that this was what he liked `however,' she thought, `joining a team would provide Sam with more training which is what he had been looking for and with their limited budget, attending football matches was not in her husband's opinion a luxury item they could do without, getting Sam free training would be a good thing,' she made a quick decision. "I suppose we could just let him try out..." and that gave Dean his angle to access Sam's body. One his way home after a plate of well filled sandwiches and a couple of cups of sweet tea and armed with Sam's home telephone number he headed back home. His uncle was there, Dean noticed the can of beer by the armchair, the TV was tuned to a sport programme. "I, er I made you an appointment," his uncle he saw was nervous and stood uneasily, his balance shifting from one slippered foot to another. Dean nodded and stared at his uncle, he saw him lick his lips nervously. Carefully he withdrew past of the pile of notes in his pocket and fingered the top notes. "So do you want your cut or," Dean licked his lips, his tongue slicking from his mouth to slide seductively over his lips The deal between them was cash or sex and in Dean's mind the sex was cheaper. His uncle trembled; Dean smirked as he saw the bulge tenting his uncle's beer stained joggers. "Fuck it, I'll..." "You'll take the blowjob then," Dean spoke decisively, `no good letting him fuck my pussy if I don't want it messed up,' he thought. Swiftly Dean dropped to his knees and sucked the fat head into his mouth. He sucked and swallowed as the pale shaft of his uncle's cock filled and engorged. His hands assisting in removing his uncle's joggers so his uncle was naked. His uncle moaned as his dick filled with lusting blood, the teenager was quite a moneymaker but like every pederast he wanted more, he needed more of what his whoring nephew was offering, his hand clenched and unclenched, he knew if he wanted teenpussy he was going to have to pay for it. He checked the clock on the mantelpiece, `Bugger his wife would be home soon, no real time for a proper fuck, especially if he was going to have to pay for it,' he steadied himself on his feet and brushed Dean's head as it bobbed back and forth. Dean knew his uncle well by now, it was a mere matter of three minutes before his uncle made that special groaning sound, quickly Dean worked his tongue and mouth, holding the sour salty essence as it spurted across his tongue. His uncle's grip on his shoulders tightened as his orgasm heightened and then subsided. Dean leaned past the trembling figure and located the standing beer can, swiftly he held the lip to his mouth and drooled his uncle's thick spunk into the can, he could hear the gentle fizzing as the beer reacted to the heavier salty liquid. Dean sat back on his haunches and massaged his thighs, `I'm getting too old to be on my knees,' he thought, `perhaps next time I'll juts give him the money#. Dean was also getting older, he knew `the punter's like `em young,' Rango's words rang in his ear and it was getting harder to pass himself off as adolescent as he was getting hormonally larger now. `I need a young'un,' was his daily thought `but where do I find another Me' was his problem, Sam might provide the answer he knew and wanted to explore Sam's capabilities. Saturday morning he and Sam were back in the park, Dean had scouted the park well to find a secure and secluded place. He discovered the nursery area used by the gardeners was closed on Saturday mornings, it took a while as he stalked the fenced off workspace to find a way in, but he finally he did find a small gap where he and Sam could wiggle through. Behind one of the long sheds where the heavy equipment was stored he and Sam were lying on the lush long grass which grew uncultivated there. On one side was the concrete boundary wall and on the other the stained wooden side of the storage building, both of them were naked in the long narrow space, Sam's head cushioned on the pile of their discarded clothing. "Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhh," Sam sighed and moaned as his first dry cum surged brightly through him, his hand was clasped in Dean's hair as Dean sucked away at his willie, already another pleasure was commencing its rise. Dean dribbled his saliva between Sam's open legs, the shiny string oozed gently downwards to coat the hidden pucker of Sam's boypussy. Carefully his fingers worked the drool over and around the crinkled skin, Sam writhing and wriggling as his senses were aroused and assaulted from so many different directions at once. `This is heavenly,' he thought as the warm tingle that had flared and blew though him resurged to ride along his twitching nerves ever gaining in strength. He grunted as Dean's probing finger parted his bumhole, this was a twitchy experience but the caressing finger rubbed back and forth sending further little pleasurable waves rolling over and over making his head float even more. Dean moved and carefully opened Sam's legs wide, holding the plump thighs upwards, Sam's legs dropped down across his shoulders as he lifted Sam's body and exposed his target. The dark pink wrinkled lips of Sam's boypussy gleamed, shining with his saliva and he leaned forward to kiss and then probe the slight gap with his tongue. Sam gasped as the probing tongue pushed his bumhole opening, the moist touch against his inner silken inner was a wondrous tickling tingle and he closed his eyes as the pleasure soared within him. Dean pressed onwards, his tongue flicking in and out and about the slowly gaping entrance, he could taste the velvetness of Sam's inner glove and it caused his own drooling teendick to pulse and throb in excited expectation. Gingerly he eased a finger inside the gap, the digit invading to the first joint with comparative ease, Sam only twitching enticingly as his chest rose with his increased breathing. Sam sensed the intrusion, it was not painful but he felt slightly out of kilter although the waves of pleasure continued to distract him. Dean's tongue lapped at his bumhole and around the finger, gently it moved back and forth. Sam sensed the extra strength of the rising pleasure as the intruder touched his so sensitive bits and made them heat up. Dean took a quick glance up at Sam's face, he was still trembling but he could not see any signs of any distress. Carefully he added a second fingertip to the first. Sam trembled slightly and his open legs twitched, the ankles drummed a slow beat against Dean's back as Dean pushed his two fingers inside the seven-year-olds boypussy, pushing even deeper, Sam grunted but said nothing. Dean bent closer so he could add more saliva to his probing fingers; they slid easily inside Sam's loosening boypussy, the darker pink crinkles smoothing out as they were expanded to accommodate the larger girth of two teenage fingers. "Oh! Oh!" Sam gurgled and his head rose up as Dean touched something inside him, the heated tingle soared inside him and he grunted, his eyes opened wider and he looked directly at Dean who was watching him closely. "Good isn't it," Dean's tone was assuring and Sam blinked and his head fell back on the cushion of clothes. His head swam away to the land of ecstatic pleasure. Dean rotated his fingers, twisting them in a circular motion, he could feel the slight bulge in Sam's canal and knew he was arousing Sam's boy bud. Sam groaned and writhed, his movements apparently sucking Dean's fingers in even deeper. Dean finger fucked the little bulge, Sam mewling and twisting but no making any distressing cries. Balancing carefully Dean rose upwards, his mouth kissed the exposed crimson pink tip of Sam's cocklet as his two fingers continued their exploration of Sam's boypussy. Sam gurgled as his senses were sweetly attacked, the heated tingle inside him where Dean's fingers played around flared and blazed and the sucking kiss on his willie had sent him rising on a dreaming cloud of delight. `This was the `fun' that Dean had told him about' he thought as the tingle and the need for the tingle consumed his thoughts. Dean's mouth kissed across the wrought belly button, up the trembling stomach before moving sideways to suckle at his boyteats, first the left then the right. Sam gasped as each suckle was accompanied by a twisting of the fingers against the something inside him that was flaring and blazing so delightfully. Dean's kissing lips found his and his moans and whimpers were lost as they kissed first sweetly then the kissing became harder and fiercer. Dean decided Sam was as ready as he could be. Gently he removed his fingers, just rubbing around the sensitive lips to continue the exciting arousal. His other fingers now wrapped around his teencock as he adjusted his position, now it was his cockhead, his precum oozing across the gape of Sam's boypussy that was caressing its way around the tauter crinkled lips and then Dean placed his pulsing teencock right in the centre of Sam's boypussy and pushed intently forward. Sam growled as he felt his bumhole enlarging, being spread wider, it was at first just uncomfortable then as the widest part of Dean's teencock entered his bumhole hurt, a deep shooting pain speared upwards inside him and his instinctive reaction was to close his bumhole, the frightened nerves closing around Dean's helmet. Dean grunted and held his position, the clenching lips tightened but Dean's forceful pushing against them, lubricated by the copious outpouring of his precum actually managed to help the closing lips to slide across his helmet, the tight embrace was painful for him but the greased up boypussy lips slid, albeit hurtingly forward and then clamped tight around his shaft and beneath the hard ridge of skin of his glans. Dean breathed easier as the pressure on his glans slowly dissipated; the clamping around his shaft was pleasurably acceptable. Sam lay back his lips were compressed and there was a small tear forming underneath his right eye. "Now we wait," whispered Dean, he lay there doing his best to slow the throbbing desire in his bloated teendick which was demanding that he fuck and fuck now. End of Part Four To Be Continued...?????????????????????? (Amazing the memories that cum to mind when you do something so day to day as looking through a window isn't it. But perhaps it's time to stop being a voyeur? Should we draw a veil over this and close the curtains? Or do you want to carry on Looking through this Window? Right then if you do want more of this and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and vote and tell me or this could really be the end. 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 ) . 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