LOOKING IN THE WINDOW
LOOKING IN THE WINDOW PART Five
© Van T Z Boi 2019
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From Part Four
Sam stared at him, his eye boggling, `do what?' he asked himself, he had no idea what Dean was on about, `this must be another `fun' think he said to himself.
Dean watched the play of expressions in Sam's eye's he had no idea what the boy was thinking, like a lot of teenagers he sometimes thought he had explained or said something without realising that he had not spoken a single explanatory word. He just decided to try a slow thrust.
Part Five
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Sam gave out a low long drawn out moan as the something inside him touched the funny place and the heated wonderful tingle flared extraordinarily inside him sending an almost electrical charge of delight pounding inside him.
Dean seeing the effect of his slow shoving on Sam was further excited as the moist warmth around his teencock was awesomely delightful. He made another slow movement, this time backing an inch or so before moving forward three inches. Sam mewled and purred his delight as the wonderful flaring delight came again, Dean also moaned as his own pleasure was finally attended too, the searingly hot tingles of teenpleasure mounted and soared within him, instinctively he started to thrust harder and deeper, his teendick sliding easily inside the tight enclosure of Sam's virginal boypussy. Sam writhed and twisted, unconsciously his body was moving so that the rubbing against his internal pleasure point, his boy nub was prolonged and was rubbing in just the right place.
"Ow, wow, wow, oooooohhhhhhh," he purred and mewled even louder.
Dean relaxed and dropped down so that his body was tight against Sam's, he could feel Sam's little pricklet throb and rub against his groin as he moved his hips. The short crayon tube was warm and he could sense every pulse as their bodies connected. Driven by his urgent lust his lips closed on Sam's. Dean was used to the stimulations from different directions, being fucked and kissed and his boydick massaged by the fucking body was an ecstasy he had enjoyed and relished, now he was the one doing the stimulation and beginning to understand the dissolute pleasure of taking a boy's cherry and introducing him to the delights of a cock inside him, the trouble was Dean's cock wanted to ram and bam, demanding the extra pleasure of the tight boycunt whilst Dean's mind kept reminding him how painful his first fucks with Rango had been when the man just banged him, he did not want to do that but for the first time he understood what had driven Rango to fuck the way he had.
Dean kissed softly and gently but with pleasurable intent, his tongue sliding in and out of Sam's mouth in tempo with his teendick's fuck rhythm; it was an exquisite delight for him and one he wanted Sam to be able to share. Sam twitched as further tingling surges rose and fell and rose higher within him. He could taste Dean's strange odour, the heady hormone enriched aroma covered him completely every breath he took meant he inhaled more and more of Dean's teenage in heat perfume, the musky odour permeated inside him, his head swam as the tendrils wove in and around his brain cells. Sam felt his pulse quicken and a series of hot little tingling shocks jolted up from somewhere inside him, somewhere where Dean's teenmeat butted and rubbed his special spot that he never knew he had. Sam moaned, a gentle soft whisper, but one which pricked up Dean's ears, `He's responding well,' his hopes for his protégé rose.
Bending his head he continued the careful kissing and tonguing of Sam's mouth as the boy instinctively started to buck and rotate beneath him. Sam flailed as some of the warm surges became intense heated flares, each such hot shock making his whole body tremble and quiver repeatedly. Dean moaned deeply as he felt the response of those surges suck and compress around his teendick, his helmet was continually massaged by Sam's membrane squeezing and rubbing up against him. Dean felt the slight bulge that his dickhead butted against swell and harden slightly, he made a point of jerking his teendick so that it hit that bud hard, Sam's jerking and bucking reply only serving to make Dean thrust harder and faster.
"Ohh, oohh, ooooohhhhhh," Sam juddered; from the top of his head to the end of his toes an awesome heated tingling excitement rocked him. "Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhh," Sam mewled as the surges seethed and waved over him, rolling him from side to side.
Dean smiled in triumph, he knew he had given Sam his first cockinduced boyjoy, `And many more to cum,' he said to himself. A few more slow lancing delves followed by a quickening series of shorter banging shoves and Sam was again mewling and trembling.
"Ohhh, OOOOOHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Sam cried out as an even hotter tingling delight blasted him. `So good, this feels so good, oh I want to feel like this forever,' Sam's thoughts centred selfishly around his new found pleasure.
Dean grunted, his teendick was aching hurting for release; he threw all thoughts to the wind as his natural proclivity took over. He lifted his head and balanced his weight on his hands as he thrust his teencock good and hard at the molten quivering glove that encased it. Sam's voice became muffled as Dean's weight bore down on him; even the difficulty in taking deep breaths was exciting. Dean panted hard; he felt the jerking of his balls followed by the exquisite ecstasy as his spunk roared up from his spheres, through the tiny tendril like tubes, up through his spongy recesses in his shaft to finally spurt and blast out of his cockslit. Sam bucked against the ground with each fierce shove, he sensed the swelling and felt the explosion, the sensation of moistness inside him as his special spot was washed with something wet but the hot jolts once ore made him quiver and shake and as Dean's climax slowed and ebbed, Sam had another of the sensational body shaking pleasures.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh," Sam gurgled as Dean grunted and made a final deep delving push inside him, Dean could feel the last little spurts leave him and swim away and he knew that Sam had obviously enjoyed it all.
"Feels good don't it," he nuzzled Sam's cheek; the boy was still writhing as the final bliss wove away inside him.
"Yes, yes, yeeessss," sighed Sam as he trembled with the last twitches of pleasure, what remained behind was a state of absolute happiness something he was not so used to and one he knew he wanted to enjoy again and again.
Dean lay quiet and happy, elated with his conquest and filled with thoughts of what he hoped he could get Sam to do for him, `And I'll keep him well away from my uncle,' he promised.
Sam walked beside Dean, he felt happy he had worked his punter well and Dean was apparently pleased with him, he caught sight of himself in a nearby shop window, `I'm a bit untidy,' he thought running his hand over his tousled hair.
"You wanna eat?" Dean was feeling magnanimous with the wodge of notes in his pocket.
Sam nodded, he was not expected home, his mother was used to his late nights, she had given up trying to control him, especially when he put down some money on the kitchen table. The first time she had looked for a long moment at the twenty pound note which he had placed on the table, then she had given him a searching look.
"You're not in a gang?" she hazarded, worry clear on her face.
"Nah, I helped a guy out, he was moving into one of the large flats by the park. He wanted some shopping done and asked me," Sam had smiled, his face innocent as he knew he could make it look.
Since then there had been many notes left on the table, his mother had given up asking where it came from but money was tight and he needed her to be able to look after him, untl I'm old enough to live with Dean,' that was his hope for the future.
Dean took him into the burger bar, they sat in one of the far booths where there was table service. The young guy that took their order blushed when he saw Dean. Dean just grinned, I fucked him at some disco,' he recalled, remembering the stand up fuck in the dark alley behind the disco.
"Any chance of a staff discount?" Dean held the waiter's hand, the youth twitched but when Dean moved back in his seat to expose his open fly, his fat cockhead poking out of the zip the waiter had reddened even more and croakily replied.
"I'll see what I can do," the waiter hunched up as he walked away from their booth.
"Whose that?" Sam's jealousy was picking at his head.
"Just an old fuck," Dean grinned, "Fucked him one time, he's just a ready hole," he smirked. "Might have to give him a seeing too," he added, "don't think he's into boys," his tone was speculative.
The waiter returned with their order, he was still very red in the face. As he leaned over Dean to place Sam's plate down, Dean's hand slipped underneath the waiter's apron. Sam grinned when he saw the youth start but he stayed in place. The lad moaned and shook gently.
"You got a break coming up, I can give you your tip?" Dean removed his hand and leaned back showing his thick teendick which swelled up.
The waiter stood up, slightly bent forward, Sam could see the bulge in his apron. He caught sight of the nameplate, `Rocco' the label said.
"I could get a fag break, say ten minutes," Rocco's voice was thick with emotion.
"You pass by I'll follow on," leered Dean.
Sam had eaten most of his burger and was halfway through his fires when Rocco reappeared; he walked past the booth, not even looking in their direction.
"Gotta go pay for the meal," chuckled Dean as he stood up.
Sam munched away wondering what was going on, `just as long as he has enough spunk left to fuck me,' was his worried thought.
Outside behind the burger joint's bins, Rocco was bent over one of the dustbins, his apron lay across the lid, his trousers and briefs hung around his ankles and he was muttering as silently as he could whilst Dean fucked him hard and deep. Rocco moaned and groaned as Dean's fat teentube rammed away inside him. He's still as hot as that night at the disco,' Rocco thought, `I would be happy letting him fuck me all day and night,' he trembled as a special shiver spun upwards from his teenbud.
"Fuck I'm cumming!" he said, a surprised tone in his whisper. `Can't believe he's made me cum this quick,' Rocco's head whirled as the familiar delight pulsed and rocked inside him. He jerked his hips against the dustbin, the rocky tin bin squeaking as it moved and rocked against the rought concrete.
Dean thrust hard, `nowhere near as tight as a boy's pussy,' he said to himself, `but it'll do.' As Rocco's thin teenprong spurted and dribbled, his spunk staining his apron Dean made a heavy deep lunge and his own teenprick burst and spat his load inside the quivering teencunt.
As Rocco stood up and still trembling and jerking yanked up his red briefs and trousers, Dean wiped his wet teencock on the apron, smearing his last dregs with Rocco's thin teendew.
"What about the bill?" he asked as he zipped up.
"I, I, I'll take care of it," Rocco quivered and then grunted as Dean stepped forward and kissed him hard, Dean felt Rocco's teenprong swell and bloat as he pushed his knee against Rocco's groin, for a moment he considered doing the teenage waiter again but then Rocco spluttered
"I gotta go, break must be well over," he twitched and then swung his head back and landed a quick peck on Dean's lips. "Another time?" he asked hopefully.
"Depends on how hungry I am," Dean squeezed Rocco's arse and watched him head back inside the burger bar.
Sam watched as Rocco swished past him, he caught sight of the dark damp looking spotting on Rocco's apron and grinned, Dean followed on a minute later. He slid into the booth and Sam was quick to sidle up alongside him. Dean twitched as Sam swiftly undid his zipper and slid his hand inside.
"Your balls feel hot," he said quietly, "you got something for me?" he pursued his quest.
"Always got spunk for you Sam," Dean smiled and bent his head down, they kissed heavily and Sam felt Dean's teenprick thicken and swell, `He's steely hard already, I'm okay for a fuck then,' Sam kissed back with more passion full of the certain knowledge that he would get what he wanted.
On the bus Sam cuddled up to Dean, sliding his hand inside Dean's zipper to keep his pimp good and hard. Dean grinned as they rode back to his fuck flat. Sam hopped alongside Dean as they walked down the road to their destination. Inside the small flat Dean put the money in the hidden compartment under the floor, `I'll have to bank some of this,' he thought as he felt the wedge of banknotes, `don't need to keep such a big stash handy,' he smoothed the rug in place over the hiding place.
Sam was bouncing on the bed, he was naked and his slim boypricklet jerked and twitched ready for attention.
"Come on Dean, fuck me," he pleaded.
Dean stood up, he was naked too and the sight of Sam's bobbing boycock sent a hot surge of lusting desire rampage through him. `He's a great find,' he thought as he advanced to the bedroom.
Sam lay sprawled across the pillow, he spread his legs even wider, Dean purred at the sight of Sam's quivering boypussy; it glinted in the light from the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling. Dean saw the pearly strands his last punter had fucked into Sam's boypussy, as ever it was an `exciter' for him.
Dean slid onto the bed, Sam was quickly down on him sucking his teencock all the way. Dean moaned as he felt the slivering tongue lash up and down his helmet and his shaft, he knew Sam was preparing his teendick, lubing it with his saliva for ease of pleasure. He grasped Sam's head and pulled it right up, here he could kiss the dark pink lips, lips that were bloating with the energy used to prepare his teenfuckpole. Sam opened his mouth wide to accept Dean's probing tongue, `it's always better, always right with Dean, punters are just money spunkers,' he said to himself as the familiar tingling excitements began to wriggle along his backbone.
Dean kissed Sam hard, pushing him onto his back, Sam splaying himself once more across the pillow. As Dean followed, his body dropping heavily on Sam's slight frame, Sam breathed hard to accommodate the heavy weight. The contact with Sam's warm skin created another surge of pleasure riding inside Dean and then Sam's fingers curled around his teenprick, directing the dripping cocktip towards his wet boypussy lips. Both grunted with pleasure as Dean's thick teendick sank inside the molten heat of Sam's excited boyhaven. Sam twitched as Dean's shaft tickled his boypussy entrance as its entire length slid slowly inside him, involuntarily his boyfurrow closed tight around the invading meaty pole. Dean growled as he felt the heat of Sam's boypussy envelop and enclose him. The two kissed as their bodies adjusted their positions slightly, the slight change required so that Dean's fat bulbous helmet could batter Sam's boynub with any easy movement.
"Right on the nose," Sam quivered as he felt the ticking tickles float upwards, his spine twitched as the hot little surges travelled back and forth along his spinal cord.
Dean slid his hands down under Sam's back, he pressed the plump globes of Sam's cheeks hard against his body, feeling his tendick slide in just that extra deeper. Sam panted as the flickering tingle flared, his boypussy was stretched slightly, the tautening adding an edge of pleasure pain to his mounting joys. This is what I want, expect from Dean,' he told himself as he felt Dean's knobhead quiver and quake inside him. Dean slid back and forth slowly, the extra pleasure of slow dicking making him grin broadly as his tingling delights rippled and spread through him, wave after wave of hidden pleasures rocked both of them as they moved in unison, knowing each other's bodies so well now.
Dean felt the certain squeeze around his teenhelmet, quickly he butted his teendick against the swollen bud he could feel rub against him. Sam grunted and punted and then cried out as the hotness blazed all over him, He bucked his hips, the fleshy pole inside him doing its work with special effectiveness. Dean thrust harder and with increasing strength as Sam grunted and shuddered through his intense dry cum.
`It's a hot one,' thought Dean as he felt the pressure tighten, sucking in some heavy breaths he readied himself for another surge. Sam jerked and then cried out again as yet another hot pleasure swept through him. Dean tensed his body allowing Sam to dictate his own pleasure as the young body rode him from underneath, this was something they had developed between themselves and in some instances they had done this as a show for certain clients who wanted to watch a boy being fucked, fuck back. Sam flailed about, his hips and his buttocks working hard at Dean's teenmeat.
"That's it fuck my dick Sam, you know how I like it," Dean growled as he nibbled Sam's earlobe.
The wet slickening touch against his ear sent a cold goosebump sensation rock through Sam and he wriggled and writhed on the teenrod that continued to rub and press his passion button. Moving together, rutting in heated embraces, muttering words and phrases as their bodies and heads worked towards the ultimate pleasure the two lovers kissed and fondled each other. Sam caught his own cocklet with his fingers, he needed a hard cum to bring Dean off. Rough and ready he fluted his fingers along his slim shaft, rubbing the taut foreskin over his glowing pink cocktip. The heated flares swelled and burst into hotter and hotter waves. Dean groaned, a deep growling primeval sound as he sensed his climax nearing. Quick and hard he thrust his teencock at the boybud that was hardening with a heavy drycum.
"Har, hhrrrr, grrrhhhh, oooohhhhh, ooohhh," their voices intermingled as their respective delights blossomed. As Sam went into an ecstatic wriggling series of spasms Dean jerked and shuddered, his teenprick bloated and pulsed, he delivered his hot and heavy load deep inside Sam's quivering boypussy, both panting and clawing at each other as they sought to extend the passion and bliss of mutually achieved orgasm. The two shook and rattled the bed, the bedpost drumming against the wall as both heaved and trembled with ecstasy.
"Wow that was a real hot one Sam," Dean mumbled as he sank, his energy draining out of him as his spunk was loosed inside Sam's boycunt.
"Uhhuh," Sam drooled, his mouth was filled to excess with saliva and it slid out of the side of his mouth as his body attempted to cool him down.
A slow pecking gentle kiss and both fell into the post orgasm stupor of excessive satiating ecstasy.
"I want a fuck," Dean's uncle Ralph stood in Dean's bedroom door, "You smell fucked about and it's making me horny. Your aunt's out working," he slid his hand down his thickening six inches of manmeat.
"Go fuck yourself," Dean picked up his washbag, he kept his personal stuff out of the bathroom as his aunt and uncle were not particular about using his stuff. After the heavy fuck session with Sam he was in need of a shower. Sam had been sent on his way home and Dean had taken the bus back to his aunts flat.
"You stink like the whore you are," Ralph blocked the doorway, he could smell the sexstench wafting off Dean, the sweaty musky odour excited him, he could feel his lust blood rising and quickening. `It's been ages since I got inside his whorecunt' Ralph swore to himself, `Fuck it he owes me,' his depraved thinking set him down the road of deserving rewards. "One word from me and your Aunt will throw you out, send you back to you parents and that druggy pimp," Ralph made it sound a hard threat.
Dean stood up, "Bollocks!" he spat back angrily, "I don't owe you nuffing, you drunk peado and if you think you are getting any then think again, that rank dick of your ain't going anywhere near me," Dean clenched his fists and stood his ground.
Ralph stared drunkenly from the doorway but Dean's angry stance made him think again. "Come on please boy," he grasped his wrinkled shaft in his hand and waved it about as though it was a tempting sight. "Look little Ralphie wants to play with little Deanie," he pleaded.
"Fuck off, Big Dean wants nothing to do with little Ralphie or even big Ralphie," Dean lifted his fists.
Ralph backed down. Dean pushed past him and Ralph caught the underlying scent that hung about Dean's sexed up body. `I smell boypussy,' his brain identified the taint of boy which was interwoven with Dean's personal fuckscent. `I wanna piece of that,' he promised himself. `The teencunts getting too big for his britches,' the thought brought on images in his head of Dean's body, the thick teendong and the tight teenpussy that he had enjoyed ravishing. Ralph thoughts wove drunkenly on. He watched Dean's naked backside move away, the taut globes shimmering in his mind's eye, `I need to bury my dick in there,' his alcohol blurred brain pushing at his buttons as the twin globes undulated, drawing him onward. Silently Ralph followed Dean down to the bathroom.
Dean angrily slammed the door shut, enraged he did not notice Ralph lurching down the passage. `Fucking git!' he whipped the towel, the cracking snap echoed in the small room, the echoing noise rebounding off the tiles. Dean caught sight of himself in the large mirror placed over the washbasin. He could see his anger, his dark pink nipples thrust out from his chest, his nubs taut and peaked. His stomach muscles trembled as he ran his hands down, smoothing his palms over his thighs. The sensuous touch as his fingers travelled over his skin, calmed his temper somewhat.
"He ain't never gonna get inside my teenpussy again," he promised his reflection.
Less uptight Dean stretched trying to regain some of the gentle rapture after dicking Sam, `the lads such a hot fuck now,' he breathed slowly, `making me a mint,' he ran his finger tip along his floppy teendick, the meaty lance twitching and jerking as it filled with his lust blood. He stared at himself in the mirror, admiring his body, twisting and turning and taking in his form from different angles. His anger was turning into something else; he felt the blood flow, the gentle tickling tingle as his teenprick thickened and rose upwards. `I love my dick, it's so perfect,' he told himself, `no wonder everyone wants it,' he stroked his fingers up the full length from where his balls hung twitching. His fingers walked up his skin, he could feel the satiny exterior smoothness as his head relished the sensuous sensations of knowing touch against twitching nerves. The tiny shivers and trembles increased in volume as his pleasure factors were engaged, encouraged and heavily excited; the warming flares soon becoming shocking rockets as his expectation quickened and grew, his engorgement swelled as his teenprick bloated and throbbed, quickly becoming the centre of his universe.
Dean observed himself stroking, rubbing caressing his body, watching the external signs of his internal delight, he saw his chest rise and fall; the tempo matching the lust blood pulse that coursed through him. His nose caught the ripe odour that floated up from his fucked knobhead, the aroma heady and meaty. `I do need to get under the shower,' he told himself and with a final posing swivelling in the mirror pulled open the shower curtain and stepped into the bath, the curtain dropping down, his reflection now lost to light blue plastic curtain that hid him.
Outside the bathroom door Ralph grunted, his eye was locked against the hole he had created in the door, the gap hidden in the dowel patterning. He had relished watching Dean play and caress himself, easily imagining it was his own fingers and hands that roamed over Dean's body, `After all I've been there, had him underneath me, on top of my, my dick dispensing inside him,' Ralph growled as quietly as he could. His eye twitched, his view was blocked by the curtain, Dean's body only coming into view as he moved around the falling water.
Dean stretched his arms upwards, taking the hard sting of the hot water against his skin, it helped inflame his desire and lust, He watched the water drop and fall, to slide down his upright meaty lance, some drops bouncing off his exposed glans, mixing with the sticky dew of his precum. His hands dropped to caress and squeeze his balls, `Sometimes a wank is all you need,' he said to himself as he teased his cockslit with his finger tip, bucking his hips in response to the pleasure surges that followed, the hot tickling tingles that raged throughout his body and mind as he intensified the arousal. In his head he felt and recalled the sensations and delights his teenprick had enjoyed, no images just memories of the spurting ejaculations he had enjoyed since his balls dropped and he began to produce his teenspunk.
Engrossed with his personal pleasuring Dean did not hear the bathroom door being opened, Ralph his screwdriver in his hand had manipulated the lock, his days of thieving coming in handy to gain entry to such barriers. Silently he stepped inside the bathroom, closing the door so no unexpected drafts warned Dean. He left the screwdriver on top of the linen basket and approached the screening shower curtain.
Dean uttered a light moan as he fingered the tip of his cock, his fingertip circling his slit, the surges of sensual bliss quickened and thickened and he repeatedly jerked his hips, `No one can rub you off like your own hand,' his thought was lost in the melee of delights that rippled through him. The shoving punch that hit him through the curtain was telegraphed as he was in one of those bent over jerks.
"What the fuck!" Dean spluttered but overbalanced he fell against the tiled wall, the hard `SPLAT' as his cheek made contact with the damp tiles echoed in the room and he lost his balance as the shocking pain rattled through him.
Dean fell slowly to the bath base, his knees squeaking on the shower mat which protested at the unwarranted movement and pressure. He blinked furiously and grunted as he attempted to shake off the sharp rocking pain that had reddened his battered cheek. He was aware of the sound of the shower curtain being yanked aside, the cold drops of water that flew off the curtain mixing with the heated drops still falling from the showerhead. Sluggish and dazed, blaring lights sparkling across his watering eyes he offered little resistance to the strong hands that grabbed at him. He understood he was being moved, shifted and then he grunted as his chest was forced against the rim of the bath, his hands flopped limply downwards landing upon the slimy shower mat, he felt the soft furry feeling of the bathroom rug against his knees and legs. Dean shook his head still struggling to regain a proper consciousness.
"Now lets have at that cunt, you ungrateful whore," he dimly heard his uncles voice and then he felt hands scrabble at his arse.
End of Part Five
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