Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2012 14:58:42 -0600
From: toruk_macto@hushmail.com
Subject: Christoph - Part 3

DISCLAIMER:

All the usual disclaimers apply. If your local laws prohibit you from
reading this then please leave now. This is a work of pure fiction.  Any
resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidence.

This story involves sex between a man and teenaged boy.  If you are against
this or upset by something of this nature, then do not read it.  This is
just a story.


Christoph
Part 3
By Zatarra

	The words kept echoing in my head: "Will you please teach me how to
be gay?"

	Christoph stands up and moves in front of me and with an intake of
breath to cement his courage, he slowly lowers his briefs, exposing himself
to me.  He is exquisite.  Now standing completely naked in front of me,
there could be no better example of pure, innocent, beautiful, boy-hood.

	My lips part as my mouth goes dry.  I can't find enough saliva to
moisten my lips.  I lick them and they become even dryer as my eyes slowly
move up and down his body, drinking in his beauty.

	He is definitely underdeveloped for a boy his age, both physically
and sexually.  He has no definition at all.  No fat.  He is definitely
skinny.  His ribs show slightly as he breathes heavily in and out.  His
eyes search mine for approval, understanding and support.  Slowing starting
to erect, his penis reaches about 3-1/2 inches or so.  No hair at all
around it.  His balls are still being held in their tight sack up close to
his body.  He has hardly any nipples.  Perhaps the overall size of a penny
with just a very small nub in the center.  Although, they were standing
erect as well, showing his obvious excitement.

	He places his hand on my knee and slowly moves it up and down my
thigh as he moves closer to me standing between my legs.  His bright blue
eyes became even more brilliant as they slightly tear.  He looks into my
eyes with caution.  It seems to me there was a mix of fear, excitement and
anticipation.  He puts his hand on my erection still covered by my pants.
Gently and hesitantly going up and down its length, he quietly says,
"Please."

	I sit there, my heart pounding, my breathing increasing to heavy,
deep breaths as I look at my Adonis.  I struggle to take in air as I stare
and covet his bare, smooth body.

	I take his face in my hands, searching his eyes.  I then slowly
move my hands down tracing his body.  I gently slide them over his tiny,
but pert nipples to which he makes a gasp and deep intake of breath.  I
continue my slow journey downward going over his stomach, where the dark
marks from yesterday's encounter scream in contrast to his milky white
skin.  I move over his slight hips and end at his smooth uncircumcised
penis. It is very immature for his age, the foreskin extremely tight,
hiding and protecting the head.  Yet it stands proudly, firm and erect.

	He gasps again as I take his miniature, immature balls into my hand
and roll and gently squeeze them.  All the while our eyes looking into the
other's as we silently communicate our need to each other.

	I find it hard to swallow, even to breath as his beautiful eyes
search mine.  Breaking the spell, I ask: "Are you certain of this?  Once we
start, there is no going back.  Your first time will only happen once.  Are
you sure you want it to be with me?"

	Recovering from his own breathless excitement and without any
hesitation, he slowly leans into me, opening his mouth and kisses me on the
lips while squeezing my penis and moves his hand slowly down to grasp what
he could of my balls through my pants.

	We kiss.  Longingly.  Lovingly.  Both of us being very much aware
of where this journey will take us.  Breaking the kiss and looking into the
deep, blue ocean of his eyes, I slightly nod, and easing him back, I stand
up.  No words are spoken.  None are needed as I pick Christoph up and carry
him like a new bride to the wedding bed.

	I set him to the ground in front of my bed, then proceed to turn
down the covers, while he silently stands and watches.  I start to remove
my shirt, when he grabs my arms and looking into my eyes but saying
nothing, he starts to remove my shirt for me.  He can not reach, so I sit
on the bed so he can remove it.  He runs his hands and fingers over my
broad, hairy chest, feeling my skin and the muscles underneath.  He moves
his hands up and down my arms, feeling their strength and tenderness.  He
runs his tiny fingers through the hair on my chest, holding it, griping it.
He stops at my nipples, gently stroking them and rolling his palms over
each of them, then he gently pinches them, sending thousands of thoughts
and feelings through my mind and body as he caresses me.

	He slowly moves down, gliding his hands over my ribs and stopping
to look at me, his eyes tell me to stand up.  I stand and he unbuckles my
belt and then slowly opens my pants and lowers them to the ground.  I stand
in front of him in boxer-briefs, my penis struggling to be set free.  He
takes hold of me through my underwear slowly gliding his hand up and down
and feeling my balls once again, giving them a gentle, yet firm squeeze,
innocently amazed at the size and feel.

	He grabs the waistband of my underwear and with both of us taking a
deep breath, he slowly pulls them down.  He eyes transfixed on my penis.
On his knees, he once again feels and squeezes my shaft and balls.
Slightly licking his lips he moves close, pushing his face into my groin
and deeply inhaling, taking in all my scent.

	After several deep breaths, he slightly blows on my throbbing penis
and then gingerly kisses the head, before standing up and again searching
out my eyes.  We both breath heavily as the realization of what is about to
happen overtakes us.  I pick him up and place him on my bed and then climb
in, situating myself over him.  Hovering on top of him, I search his eyes
for hesitation, his delicate lips turning into a brief, acknowledging
smile, he nods his head slightly, giving me his permission to continue.

	I lean in and kiss his forehead, tasting the slight salt of the
perspiration forming from his excitement.  I move slowly over his face,
kissing and licking every inch.  He closes his eyes as I kiss and lick his
eyelids.  I move to his pert, simple, little nose.  He simultaneously opens
his eyes and lips as I press my lips to his, opening wide as our tongues
meet and search deep in each others mouth and soul.  I wrap my arms around
him and he wraps his around me as we continue our kiss, daring not to lose
the moment.  We are both breathing heavily, almost panting, but refusing to
break our passion.

	I finally force myself away, still hovering over him with my hands
on each side of his head.  His eyes a combination of excitement, curiosity
and passion.  There is no fear.  Deep down he has accepted the situation
and given himself to me as we continue the journey.

	I move down his delicate, white body, alternating kisses and licks,
stopping at his tiny, erect nipples, I gently roll my tongue over each one
in turn.  Licking, kissing, then gently biting.  I sense his tension but he
does not stop me or say a word.  In deed, no word has been spoken by either
of us for a good 20 minutes since we began this journey.

	He places his hands on my head.  Not to guide or deter me, put to
assure me that he is OK.  He strokes my hair.  Neither of us wants to
shatter the moment with words.  Words that would never be able to express
our feelings and desires.

	I continue my ministrations down his body, licking and kissing
every inch of his chest and belly, making him suck his breath in sharply at
every step.  I try to be gentle and slow down. I don't want to break the
trance with giggles as I move over his lithe body.  I try with
determination not to tickle him.  I am in heaven as the fruit of my fantasy
withers underneath me.

	I move to his belly, licking and sinking my tongue into the small,
yet deep button.  I come to the dark, tender marks from the punches he
received, putting an awful blemish on his white, smooth skin.  I gently
kiss them to show him my love for him and my concern over his injuries.
His taste overwhelms me.  I have never experienced such intense feelings
like the ones I now have.  I continue down, moving ever so slowly, afraid
that I may once again wake up only to find my bed empty.

	I gently move over his hard penis which is so rigid it almost looks
as if it hurts.  It stands true and strong almost parallel to his tight
tummy.  I lick it, kiss it, smell it, savor it.  I long to take him into my
mouth, but continue my journey instead.  I want this to go forever as I
continue down his naked, smooth body.  The perspiration continues on us
both as a fine sheen now appears and makes his body shine.  We are both
breathless.

	I kiss and lick my way down his legs, alternating from one to the
next.  I look up slightly to see his face shining and covered in a
peacefulness that he has never encountered.  I kiss his feet and take in
each toe gently, yet firmly, sucking on each one.  Christoph catches his
breath each time I move to the next toe.  I lick the soles of his feet
causing him to flinch with the ticklish sensation.  I look up at him
smiling as he gives his head a very slight nod, indicating me to continue.

	I gently roll him over onto his belly and start my journey back up
his body, licking and kissing as I go, savoring each moment.  Stopping at
his firm, slight bottom, I kiss each cheek as I tenderly squeeze and kneed
the delectable orbs in front of me.  I part his cheeks slowly as I make my
way up and down the crevasse to the hidden treasure of his pink, puckered
hole.  It winks at me and I delicately blow on it, kiss it and move my
tongue all around and then slowly push my way in.  The aroma and taste are
overwhelming.

	I make my way up his back, sending shivers up and down his spine as
I lick and kiss, stopping at his neck where I delicately, yet deliberately
bite it.  I move to an ear, kissing it and rolling my tongue over and in
it.  He withers under my touch, letting out a slight moan of pleasure as I
move to the other one.  I turn him back over, and our eyes see each other
again for the first time in a completely new environment.  The journey
continues.  There is no turning back as the meaningfulness of the situation
moves through our minds.  Our minds that seemed to have joined.  No words
necessary.  Only the knowing look of acceptance, satisfaction, love.

	I look at him questioning with my eyes, but refusing to break the
momentum of the journey.  He pauses and closes his eyes.  Time seems to
have stopped.  He opens them again and they glisten from the light in the
room.  They shine a brightness of a new experience.  A new journey.  A new
world.  He nods ever so slightly, but we both know and understand the
enormous commitment he has just made.  I move once again down his body,
kissing and licking as I make my way.  I stop and once again, roll his tiny
nipples with my tongue, gently biting them and renewing the sensations and
shivers.  I move deliberately with a mission, stopping just short of his
twitching, pulsing penis.  I look at him and as he reaffirms his commitment
and desire I engulf his penis and tiny balls into my mouth.  He takes a
loud, deep breath as the sensation hits every nerve in his small, young
body.  He withers and shakes as I roll my tongue around and over his penis
and balls.  I suck hard trying to swallow him as I completely devour him.
We are both in heat as our bodies send messages to each other.  He grabs my
hair holding tightly so he doesn't fall off the edge of the cliff.  I
continue my journey, bringing the boy with me.  I eagerly suck and lick his
fine, tiny jewels.  I stop.  He looks longingly at me, desperate for me to
continue.  I give him a reassuring smile as I gently peel back his
foreskin.  It is so tight, I worry that I may hurt him.  He gasps as a
dark, angry head appears from under the skin.  I lick it.  He gasps and
flinches as I take the full length of him into my mouth, making sure to
give special attention to the tender head.  His grip tightens on my hair,
causing pain and excitement to violently shake my body.  I renew my attack
on his balls taking everything into my mouth.  He rocks and hollers and his
shaft begins to pulse with his first climax.


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