Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2012 08:33:43 -0800 (PST)
From: T C <zatarra2525@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christoph - Part 5

DISCLAIMER: 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 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 5
By Zatarra



	I woke with Christoph still wrapped in my arms but he had turned
and was looking at me with a most beautiful smile.  He moved in and kissed
me deep once more.  All I could think was here is the boy that I have
always wanted.  In my bed.  In my arms.  Could it get better than that?

	I glanced at the clock and telling him it was late and we needed to
get him home, I started to get out of bed.  He grabbed me tightly around
the waist and said that he didn't need to go home.  That it was Friday and
his mother would not be back as it was her 'party' night and would not be
home until sometime the next day, if at all.  I looked at his face.  There
was not really sadness, just an acceptance of how things are.  I laid back
down, looking into the deep blue pools of his eyes.  I pulled him close and
was about to ask if he was sure, when he once again shoved his tongue into
my mouth.  We passionately kissed until we both knew it was time to do
more.

	I rolled him to his back and started another journey kissing my way
down his smooth, skinny body.  I paid extra attention to his nipples, this
time being a bit rougher and biting harder.  He moaned and withered under
the assault.  I continued my attack until he finally grabbed my hair and
screamed, "Please stop, I can't take any more!"

	I stopped and looked up at him, his face a bright red but with an
ecstatic look.  I leaned forward, kissed his nose and smiling broadly at
him, said, "You asked for it, would you rather I take you home?"

	"Hell no, I don't want to go home, but I don't think I can take any
more.  My nipples are hurting," he hollered at me.

	"Good," I said kissing him once more as I headed back down.  I
assaulted them again, punishing them further.  He grabbed my hair, pulling
hard, withering, screaming in pleasure.

	I finally stopped and continued down his tight, firm belly and
ending again at his precious tiny penis and balls.  I kissed them gently
and then swallowed them down eagerly and roughly as he once again pulled my
hair and screamed.  I worked them over.  Licking, kissing, sucking, even
biting them.  Pulling his tiny nuggets into my mouth and sucking hard until
he begged me to stop once again.  I looked up at him and smiled.  His eyes
were closed with the look of pain and pleasure contorting his face.  He
opened his eyes and as if it took some time to recognized me, he broadly
smiled and nodded, giving me his permission to continue my attack.

	And I did so, with much pleasure.  I took his raging cock into my
mouth, sucking licking and gently biting it.  I reached under him and eased
my finger into his already lubricated and willing hole, thrusting it deep
without mercy.  He gasped and lunged, screaming for mercy again and I
ravaged his dick and hole.  He was pulling my hair wildly and I had to stop
in fear he would yank it all out.

	I looked at him again while my finger continued on its mission
inside him.  Pleasure once again took over his face and he smiled and
nodded.  I wasted no time in taking his entire package into my mouth.
Hearing his gasping and feeling him squirm underneath me only lead me to go
harder on the boy.

	I inserted another finger as I rammed in and out of his hole all
the while sucking his balls and penis with all the vigor I could summon.
He moaned and shook all over as he reached his third immature orgasm of the
night.  I continued my attack, despite his plea for me to stop.  I
couldn't.  I loved this too much and did not want it to end.  He pulled my
hair hard and choked out, "Please, I'm so sore, please stop."  There was no
anger in his voice, just an angelic pleading as I slowed down and finally
stopped.  I released his goods from my mouth, kissed them reverently, then
looked at him.  Pleasure and excitement were all over his face.  Sweat
rolled from his face and shown all over his small naked body.

	Our eyes met and his loving smile shown as bright as a full moon.
I maneuvered him so his feet were planted against my shoulders as I eased
up to his winking and waiting hole.  I looked at him and blowing him a
slight kiss, I entered his tight, willing hole for the second time.  His
tightness overwhelmed me.  I pushed in slow, easing all the way in until I
was firmly up against his cute, small ass.  I looked at him and he returned
my kiss.  I started moving in and out, almost withdrawing completely and
then pushing with full force all the way back into his eager hole.

	I pumped and pumped as the pleasure built up inside me.  I rammed
hard intentionally trying to to hit and agitate his prostate.  It seemed to
be working.  His eyes grew wild with the intense pleasure.  I continued my
pumping as he closed his eyes and started to chant, "Oh, jeez! Oh jeez! Oh
jeez!" as he reached another dry orgasm causing his sphincter to clamp
tightly around my throbbing penis and sending me into another powerful,
blissful orgasm.

	After emptying another load inside his tight ass, I collapsed on
top of him.  Smothering him in kisses.  Our breathing was torn and rampant.
As we slowly came down from our orgasmic highs, I dislodged myself from him
and moved to take him into my arms once again.  We laid together, tightly
embraced as our breathing and hearts slowed to their normal state,
whispering our love for each other.

	With a quick slap to his firm, little butt, which caused him to
give a yelp, I separated us and told him we need to take a shower.  Rubbing
his bottom, he flashed a naughty smile and vigorously shook his head.
Holding hands, we headed to the shower.  I adjusted the temp to just shy of
too hot and we climbed in letting the water spray all over us.  After a few
moments of letting the water cascade over us, I got the shower gel and
liberally applied it to Christoph.  I rubbed him all over with my hands,
tenderly covering every inch of his smooth body, paying extra attention to
his hard penis.  I massage it as I fingered his hole, making him swoon in
my arms.  I washed him all over, tickling him and making him giggle; the
room echoing with his bright laughter.  After rinsing him off, he tried to
wash me, struggling on his toes as his hands gently moved over my body.  He
too, paying special attention to my hard, begging penis.  He rubbed,
massaged and stroked it, bring me close to the edge several times. He
finished, pushing me under the hot spray, giggling.

	Pulling me from under the water, he raised his head to me and we
kissed again.  Something I knew I would never get enough of.  He mouthed
that he loved me then dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth,
sucking and nibbling on my shaft.  He took me as deep as he could before
gagging and releasing me, then doing it all over again.  He worked on me
until I exploded in his mouth as he swallowed hard, trying to let nothing
escape.

	Placing my hands on the wall, I struggled to maintain my balance as
I shot my load deep into his mouth and throat.  He drank it eagerly.  He
stood, and we kissed as he slid his tongue into my mouth with the taste of
my cum still fresh on his tongue.

	We ended our shower and dried each other.  I was still somewhat wet
as he had trouble reaching but the feel of him rubbing my body gave me so
much pleasure, I did not want it to stop.  After getting all he could he
smiled up and me and said he was starving.

	We made our way to the kitchen, where I made us some peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches.  Together, with a glass of milk we sat at the table,
staring at each other.  His smile was sincere and brilliant.  After a long
silence, I finally asked him what had been on my mind since we first met
and told him I wanted to know everything about him.  He told me that he
honestly didn't know what his mother did.  All he knew is that she did not
want to be bothered with his problems.  She had given him an 'emergency'
number but indicated that she really did not want to hear from him and that
is why he refused to tell the school about the bullying.  He did not want
them to contact her.  He said that she has never hit him, but had sat and
watched while several of her boyfriends would spank or whip him for
whatever reason they had felt necessary.  He continued his story saying she
goes out most nights and he rarely sees her but when she comes to change
and that she doesn't usually come home on weekends, leaving him to himself
all the time.  Some times there is food, but most of the time, he lives off
what he gets from school.  He had even resorted to sneaking things from
school in order to eat at night.

	My heart was torn.  Here, in my house, in front of me, was the most
beautiful boy I have even seen and he was quite literally abandoned.  He
spoke in a matter of fact voice.  Although there was a sadness in his eyes,
there was also an understanding acceptance.  He had always lived like that,
so he knew no different.  He had few friends and spent some time with them,
but as his mother would never meet with their parents, they soon withdrew
their children from associating with him.  He admitted that he was on the
verge of giving in to Josh and Craig just to have some friends, even though
he realized how that relationship would go, but he was tired of being alone
all the time.

	I asked about his father.  He said he didn't know anything about
him.  Whenever his mother spoke about him, which she hadn't in several
years, it was only to curse him for leaving her stranded with a bastard
son.  He told me that they were not married and only lived together and
that when she had become pregnant, he refused to believe it was his and
said she was nothing more than a common street whore.  With a sad face he
told me that his father had come to the hospital when he was born and
filled out paper work and named him Christoph Greggor Matthews.  His mother
said it was to spite her but that he could not understand why she felt that
way as it was him that was burdened with such a stupid name.

		He answered all my questions with a thoughtful and profound
maturity.  Leaving me very sad and very much in love with him.  We finished
our snack and returned to the bedroom where I took him tightly into my arms
and tightly squeezed him.  Looking into my eyes, he thanked me for helping
him and letting him stay.  There was nothing I could say.  I just held him
and finally told him that I would help him work things out, especially
seeing that he has pushed the two boys to the limit and they would not give
up bashing him and getting what they wanted from him.  He smiled at that,
saying that he knew he was pushing it, but it definitely felt good.  Saying
how much we loved each other once again, we feel asleep in each others
arms.  The world and its problems in another dimension that carried no
relevance for us.  We were lovers and that is how our would would go on.




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