Date: Thu, 6 May 2010 19:28:35 +0200
From: ROLF erik <budbundy_no@hotmail.com>
Subject: Windowshopping and beyond. Part 10

Welcome back, hope you'll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. So as
not to forget for once, huge thanks to my editor. These stories would not
be the same without your invaluable work.




CHAPTER 10



I tried to ignore the hand on my shoulder. I started grumbling when the
hand started shaking me. Twisting away didn't help; the hand just
stubbornly followed me. I turned around and saw Chris on his knees next to
me.

"Wake up, you sexy man."

Looking at my watch, seeing it was just past six, I pushed Chris away and
rolled over on my back, closing my eyes.

"Wake the fuck up! Let's get out on the water."

I just mumbled it was way too early and fell back asleep. The annoying hand
didn't bother me anymore. When I awoke later, I was alone, finding that
only an hour had passed. Still too early. It took yet another hour before I
felt ready to get my ass out from beneath the sheets. I pulled my boxers on
and started the ridiculously long way downstairs. I started looking for
Chris everywhere. Not in the den, library, kitchen, out on the veranda. I
went to the pool. Nothing. Beach. Nothing. Where the hell was he? Ah, yes,
probably stuffing his face with strawberries. Nope, wrong again.

"CHRIS!!!!!" I screamed.

I heard his voice calling me in return. It sounded like it came from the
garage. It turned out I was right. There he was, straddling the Harley in
nothing but his birthday suit, his plump cheeks on the leather seat. He
smiled at me over his shoulder.

"You walked naked through the property? You'll give old Willard a heart
attack," I told him.

I was glad though. It's always a treat to see that sexy body nude
outside. He stepped off the motorcycle and jumped up in my arms. Catching
him under the knees and his lower back, I held him as he kissed me.

"Jesus, I thought you'd never get the fuck up."

"That language is for more fun times, pal."

"Just give me a reason," he said, jumping down. Picking him up had gotten
me painfully stiff and my boxers stood at attention, Chris reminded me of
his desire for sex on the hood of the Lamborghini. I checked that there was
a clear path behind us and backed the car out of the garage. When I got out
of the car Chris was on me, dragging me to the front of the car. He lay
down on the hood, smiling up at me, his third eye pointing up towards my
hungry eyes. I got down on top of him, tasting his lips as he wrapped his
long legs around my waist.

"No waiting, fuck me dry, fuck me hard and fuck me now."

Geez, whatever happened to foreplay? But, he wants what he wants and he's
in charge.

He used his feet to push my boxers down, then he lifted his ankles up on my
shoulders to open up for deep penetration. I pushed my way inside him
slowly until all of me was imbedded in him. Chris' eyes were closed and his
mouth open as I lustfully started riding his boycunt. God, his anus was so
hot and tight first thing in the morning. By that point in our relationship
he opened up pretty quickly and soon I was pistoning in and out of him like
a freight train. There had been no more bleeding either and since the time
I opened him up I've definitely fucked him just as hard as I did then. And
I was fucking him just as hard on the Lamborghini. I couldn't pound into
him harder if I tried. Chris had a very expressive face and pain and
pleasure were fighting for control of his features. He whimpered a little
whenever I shoved my way in, but it ended in a cry of pleasure as I rammed
up against his little love button, deep, deep inside him. His nails were
thankfully short because he was raking my back as I thundered into him.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh. Oh, Jesus. Nnnngggghhhh. Ma-a-a-a-ark."

We were slamming so hard into the hood of the car I was sure we were
denting it.

"Chris. Nnnnnggghhhh, Nnnnnggghhhh, Nnnnnggghhhh. I fucking love you. Soooo
much. Babe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e."

He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled so hard that it hurt, he was so
horny.

"Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me, Mark. Fuck me gooooooood."

I lasted a long time. I think it must have taken at least 20 minutes before
I erupted. Chris wanted me to shoot my white cum onto the red hood so I
pulled out of him and he scooted out of the way so I could give him what he
wanted. I must admit it was quite erotic seeing my jizz on the red muscle
car. Chris obviously thought so too as he dove face first into my sticky
goo, lapping it up happily.

"That was awesome," he said, looking at me with glistening lips. "Now it's
my turn."

I don't know how, but he'd stayed away from his dick so far. It was just as
hard now as it had been bouncing wildly around on the hood of the car. I
looked towards Willard's apartment and there he was, in the window,
obviously having caught the show. Chris wanted to nail me right on top of
the balcony, inside the house, so that's where we headed. I walked behind
him as we found our way down the property, so I could feast my eyes on his
fabulous ass. I loved seeing him naked, especially outside; his buttocks
slightly rising and falling as his foot went either forward or backwards. I
swear God sculpted that ass to perfection personally. Then I walked up next
to him, putting my hand on his lower back. I lowered my hand onto those
rounded cheeks as I watched his hard cock bouncing in front of him. Chris
slowed down a little, leaning his head on my shoulder as we closed in on
the house. Up on the balcony he stopped me, pushed me up against the wall
and yanked my boxers down. His arms wrapped around my chest and I could
feel his cock resting against my crack. I loved that feeling; it was like
having rock-hard silk against my crevasse. Chris kissed me on the neck, his
hand sliding down to my crotch. He humped me slowly, jacking me off.

"You're so sexy, Mark. So strong. I love your hot ass."

"Fuck me, baby."

"Soon."


He insisted I grab the railing and push my butt back as far as
possible. After complying, I suddenly had his tongue at my back door. Two
fingers were playing with me at the same time and eventually his tongue was
slipping inside me. He poked and prodded my sphincter, managing to push his
tongue past my ring-muscle. You haven't lived until you have had a teenage
boy's wet tongue fucking your ass. Chris went at it at length, licking and
fucking as his hands ran up and down my legs. He dug his longest finger
inside me, aiming for my prostrate. Ever since he had heard about it he was
determined to find mine and was becoming quite an expert at it. Succeeding,
it sent the usual jolt of intense pleasure throughout my entire body.

"Chris. My darling, darling Chris! That feels so good, baby."

"I need you, I need you now, Mark."

Chris pushed me face down on the carpeted balcony, throwing himself onto my
back. It hurt on the hard surface, but it was soon forgotten as his silky
hardness pressed against my back door. He ravaged me with one massive
thrust, embedding himself to the root. He did it over and over, pulling out
all the way, every time. His hands were stroking me wherever he could find
room; his breath was in my ear; his lips, sometimes teeth, on my lobes.

"I (uhhhh)...will never (unnnggghh)...get over (mmmhhhhhaaaaaaaa) how nice
and...tight you (fuuuuck)...aaaaaare. Fuck. Oh, fuck!!!!"

That's when he really went to work. His entire weight was resting on my
back as he pounded me violently. The kid was like a beast when he got this
way. All that mattered was his pleasure, thinking my ass could handle
anything. He was bucking and thrusting, jumping up and down.

"I want you...I love you...you're asshole." He was moaning my name over and
over and gave it to me hard and fast for at least 15 minutes, before
slowing down. Then he started to fuck me carefully.

"I've always wanted to fuck you, Adam," he suddenly said.

He didn't notice his faux pas, but kept calling me by his little brother's
name. When it dawned on him, he got real quiet, but I assured him if he
wanted to pretend I was his brother I didn't mind. I loved it as a matter
of fact, the image of him banging his brother's hot little body turned me
on beyond belief. Especially knowing what he was up to when his brother
slept.

Instead he told me what he wanted as he fucked me: "I want him so bad, to
fuck him; be his first. Dig deeply inside his tight tunnel. It must be so
awesome. Every time I touch and lick him in his sleep, it's so hard not to
pound into him."

Every once in a while his speech was interrupted by loud
uuuuuuunnnnnnnggghhhhs and aaaaaahhhhhs. Then he was cumin.

"Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam!" His brother's name accompanied every load he shot
into my hot bowels.

He sat up and leaned against the wall. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay, baby. Can't blame you for wanting him."

"Maybe we can double team him someday," he said dreamily.

If only we could.

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It was ten o'clock. The sun was high in the sky, water gleaming, the
surface smooth. Chris came out of his room in white knee length (too long)
shorts, but the t-shirt clung to him like a second skin. It was also
white. His hair was till sweat-stained so I asked him what he thought of us
cutting it off. Chris thought it was a great idea and, without bothering
with a haircut, I just removed it, leaving about five inches all over his
head. It had a great effect on him, bringing out his cute ears and
revealing more of his face. I'm not gonna lie and say it suddenly made him
a beauty, but he seemed somewhat less plain-faced when you saw more of
him. It made his hair darker too, being so short.

"I like it," he said in front of the mirror as I brushed his cut, darkening
locks off his shoulders.

Willard had packed a great lunch for us, lots of grilled and fried chicken,
fresh bread, butter, fruit and 12 cans of Coke. Grandpa had left behind one
of his credit cards for me to use as I saw fit while there. I didn't plan
on taking anything more than necessary for Chris and me to have a pleasant
time.

"Can we stay overnight in the boat," Chris asked me, as I rowed us in the
rowboat over to the huge cabin cruiser. When we arrived the water was just
deep enough for me to stand but with so much grass I was loath to step in
it. Chris climbed aboard first, with my giving him a gentle shove on his
behind. I didn't grope, I swear.

"Man, this thing is freaking awesome," Chris said when I was aboard too. He
sat back in the leather seat in the back of the boat, staring behind him at
the two big engines. I hadn't been to sea in ages and seeing the engines
were exhilarating for me too. Next he sat in the driver's seat, which was a
little higher up than the deck, his long fingers sliding over the wheel. I
sat in the smaller, lower seat next to him.

"I'll steer us out, Chris. There are many huge rocks on the way out and I
know exactly where they are, but once we get clear I'll let you try."

Chris came out of the seat and hugged me tight, finishing off with a slow,
leisurely kiss. He smelled great, with the sweet sweat smell boys have
before they have to start using deodorant. At 13 he wasn't there yet. I
brought out a black and yellow lifejacket and gently slipped it onto his
shoulders. He looked very sexy in it, better than I did in the bulky orange
ones I used to have to wear. I slipped on my own, preparing to leave as I
watched Chris hold onto the railing as he went towards the front of the
boat. Getting there, he sat down, part of the railing between his legs,
which dangled down towards the water.

"Big rock, big rock," he said a minute later.

I knew where it was and swung around it. When I got further out to depths
where rocks were no concern I called Chris to come back to me.

"We're gonna try some speed Babe, so it's not safe in front." Yes, front, I
hate all that nautical shit.

Where I was sitting, the seat was under a roof, so Chris sat in the back to
feel the wind on his face. We soon exited the river and were on the open
sea, but I decided to stay near land. I didn't use the engines to their
maximum potential but we got some decent speed. I looked down on Chris who
held onto the railing in the back for dear life.

"Scared?" I called back to him. He was, I could see it, but he refused to
admit it, so I ratcheted up some more speed.

"Slow down," he called out to me eventually. I went down to an almost stop
and he came up to me. When he stood in front of me, I put my hand on his
chest and felt his sweet little heart beating fast.

"Ok, it was scary. But exiting too," Chris said, hands resting on my bare
thighs.

"That's exiting too," I said as my cock sprang to life in my shorts. Chris
smiled one of his most radiant smiles and grabbed me. I looked around, a
little worried but there were no boats in sight and we were near
uninhabited land. Chris bit lightly and nibbled at my crotch through the
shorts.

"Careful, mind the teeth," I said.

He looked up at me through his lashes, smiling like a little devil. Then he
whipped me out of my shorts. I had no underwear. His expert teen hand was
around my engorged organ. He jacked me slowly, teasing the head of my cock
with his tongue. I groped for his delicious butt when he started bobbing up
and down on me. Then he held all of me inside him, his tongue near my
pubes. His skill just baffled me, I must admit. Just when I think he's
forgotten to breathe, I hear air coming out of his nose. He slid his juicy
lips slowly off my cock until I fell out in a loud pop.

"Can I steer now?"

"After that, baby, you can have anything you want."

"You are so my bitch," Chris laughed as I got out of my seat. Before he
could climb in, I grabbed him from behind, pressing against the soft
roundness of his ass. God, he has the greatest fucking ass ever, which I
told him.

"Let me go, you pervert," he laughed and hopped up in the seat. I told him
the mechanics and stayed with him as he tested the boat out.

"Keep it slow and easy, sweetie. No speed today," I told him. He didn't
care, he was just thrilled to be able to try steering. A couple of hours
passed as he veered left and right and tried speeding up a little when he
went straight.

"Enough, baby. I'm starving."

He went to a dead stop. "Hungry for what exactly?" he asked, taking his
penis out.

Now how could I pass that up, I was thinking when he covered up fast. A
boat was coming towards our direction and would pass by fairly close. I
prayed that they hadn't seen anything. Nothing happened as they glided past
us. As soon as they were safely out of sight Chris opened up again. I
gobbled him up whole, tongue playing with his tiny piss slit. Chris took
hold of my hair, thrusting up again and again. I started sucking him in
earnest. His cock was still too small to jack and suck properly
simultaneously, so I grabbed him behind his smooth calves and rubbed up and
down as I slid my lips up and down his silky flesh. I had my mouth wrapped
nice and tight round him as my head went up, down, up, down, up, down, up,
down. I didn't let up for a single second and was using only my nose to
breathe. With five minutes of relentless nonstop sucking, Chris was
defenseless against the inevitable. He was clinging to the wheel, his
moans, soft in the beginning, were now at a fever pitch. Chris blasted a
huge volley inside my mouth. A second, a third, a fourth, filling me to
capacity. I slid off him, not swallowing, letting his cum out of my mouth
and all over his cock, miraculously still hard. Still wanting his seed, I
licked him all over until finally he was limp under my swirling tongue.

Smiling, sighing, he came off the seat. "Now, I'm hungry too. Shall we eat
onboard?"

I shook my head and said it was a surprise. I took the wheel and went a
mile further along the coast to where I knew there was a small cove. I
stopped the cruiser and dropped the anchor about a 100 feet from land. You
could see the bottom under the crystal clear water but it was still a
little too deep to stand.

"There is about 50 feet to swim before we can stand, you think you can
handle that, Chris?"

"No problem."

I put our food into an inflatable boat meant for very small kids and we
dropped slowly into the water. I'd never seen Chris swim before and the kid
was quite fast. He was already sitting on the small beach we were gonna eat
on when I arrived. We were not alone. A boy and a girl around 16 or so were
relaxing on a wooden raft about 60 feet from shore and on land there were
two small children with their mother. Chris and I spread out a blanket and
arranged our food down at the bottom. Chris sat behind me, hanging over my
shoulder.

"I want plenty of butter, get to it," he said.

Smiling I enjoyed the feel of his bare chest against my back.

"I wish I could rub your cock right now," he said as I took two pieces of
sliced bread, put on a generous helping of butter, a couple slices of
grilled chicken, and put them together for an admittedly delicious looking
sandwich.

"Get off me before I get hard, Babe."

"Why, let's give them a show they'll never forget."

I took hold of his arm and swung him off my back. Chris lay down on his
stomach next to me and grabbed his sandwich, wolfing it down as I made one
for myself. Chris took two cans of Coke and handed one of them to me. I
took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat as I looked down
on Chris, his back soooo smooth, and gleaming in the sunshine. It took all
my restraint not to massage his small shoulders as he ate, straddle his
hips and hump his butt, nibble on the soft fuzz in his neck.

"Can I have a can?"

One of the small boys on the beach was standing next to us, eyes feasting
on the remaining four Coke cans. For some reason he was asking Chris, not
me.

"Sure, kid, here you go. And here's one for your brother too," Chris
said. Beaming, the deeply tanned little boy walked off. I hoped with Chris
being the one who gave the Coke away, the mother wouldn't mind. We soon
found out as she came over to us.

"I wanted to thank you for the soda," she said. "I know it was rude of my
son to ask like that, so I apologise for that."

"No problem. Chris here was happy to share with them," I said. I could
never understand why things like that were considered being rude. I call it
honest, myself.

The woman ruffled what was left of Chris' hair and thanked him, saying what
a nice son I had. I was not about to disagree with her misinformation.

"I'm the lucky one. I have the greatest Dad in the world," Chris said to
her, taking the opportunity to lean in on me. She smiled and went back to
her children. Chris started giggling when she was gone.

"What's so funny?"

"Dad indeed. You were 12 when I was born."

Guess she thought I was older. Now, that made me feel just great. Not. I
wanted to hold him tight, but didn't think the teens on the raft would make
the same mistake. Luckily I didn't have to find out as she had taken the
kids and left by the time I saw the teens swimming towards shore. Both
full, Chris and I were laying side by side sharing a can of Coke.

"Your boat fucking rocks," said the teen boy. "Your parents must be real
cool to let you use it."

He evidently assumed Chris and I were brothers.

"My brother's the cool one for taking me," Chris smiled as we stood, giving
me a hug and ran into the water.

"Dude, can we can swim over and look aboard?" the teen girl asked.

It was locked down so I saw no harm in it.

"Last one out must give head," the boy said. She punched him in the
shoulder for his remark and I could barely hear a, you're on, before they
dove into the water. I went after Chris who was still swimming slowly,
waiting for me to catch up. He grabbed onto me, wrapping his long legs
around my waist.

"What a waste," he said, talking about the teen boy and his girlfriend.

I had to agree as the boy was breathtaking, all lean muscles, deep green
eyes and flowing jet black hair.

"Did you see his package?" Chris asked, groping me under the water.

I had, it was difficult not to in his tiny speedo.

"I want your package, Mark. I want it so badly."

God, so did I. Chris lips had never looked tastier, and his eyes shone from
all the water in his face. Since we were under water I had hold of his
butt, rubbing it hard under the surface. Suddenly Chris broke free and
dived under the water. He came up and dove under, again and again, touching
my cock, massaging it. We did whatever we could to each other under the
water, where no one would notice. Could I fuck him without it being obvious
to anyone who might see us? In the end I didn't dare, but when we finally
reached the raft I humped his soft butt as he pretended to fail to get
aboard the raft. We both ended up climbing on, frustrated and horny as
hell.

"I wish we could get rid of the girl and have us a threesome," Chris said,
lying down on his stomach.

Fat chance of that. Ten minutes or so later the teens came back to the
raft, begging us to take them on a ride. But I said no, making up
excuses. If I didn't get Chris alone soon, I would explode. We hung out
with the two of them for a while before we swam to shore to get our
remaining food and trash.

"Did you see the fucking bubblebutt on him, Mark? I could bang that thing
until the end of time. And his cock in my ass; shit."

I had a feeling getting laid wasn't gonna be a problem when we got
onboard. The teens came over and bugged us some more for a ride.

"Tell you what, we'll come back in two hours and take you out for a spin,"
I told them and they promised they would be there.

"Are we coming back?" Chris asked when we were aboard.

"Why not, we have all day."

"With any luck she'll have to do something else and he comes alone."

Chris wanted the boy badly. I had a feeling he was gonna give me a rough
ride when we got below. We took the boat a little further away so no one
could swim and come aboard and catch us in the midst of something dirty.

"Come on, Mark, let's stop. I'm so ho-o-o-orny."

I anchored the boat again and Chris and I went below deck to check out the
part of the boat he hadn't seen yet.

The first thing he noticed was the tiny kitchenette on the left of the
small ladder that led below and the small couch on the right. It was a
small space and a closed off area; the rest was behind a wall. I turned the
door handle and swung it open. Ducking in, I had Chris right at my
heels. The rest of the place was nothing but a big, low to the floor,
bed. Where the outside was brown mahogany, the bedroom was all beige and
white, the spread on the bed red satin. The place was well used to sex and
it was about to see plenty more.

"Wow, this is awesome. Can we spend the night down here? Please."

I saw nothing wrong with that. Grandpa's place would be swarming with staff
all day anyway.

"Thanks. It'll be great," Chris said, clinging to me. "Now let's get out of
these wet things."

He slipped his, not quite dry, shorts down and was nude before me. He
looked over my shirtless torso, playfully running a thumb over my right
nipple until he got the desired effect. They stiffened, just as a lower
part of me did. He licked both nipples as his hands snuck into my shorts,
cupping my muscular (it is, I swear) ass. He pushed on my shorts so they
fell to the floor and there we were, naked and alone.

"Fuck me."

"Oh no, you don't. We're gonna make love, Babe. Foreplay. Taking it slow. I
wanna do more than just bang you Chris."

"Tell you what. Fuck me first. Cum. Then we do it slowly. Maybe you'll even
cum again during foreplay and then last forever when you take me again."

And that was what we did. Ten massive thrusts in his ass later, I pulled
out and came in his mouth. I managed to stay hard and the second part of
our plan started. We licked every single inch of each other. I rimmed him
for 30 minutes straight in the 69 position as he had fun with my cock. He
used every trick in the book, teasing licks, slow sucking and hard and fast
sucking. Chris sucked on my balls till it drove me nuts (pun very much
intended) and before you knew it, I sent a second large spray right in his
face. After that we lay down and snuggled for half an hour, just stroking
each other's bodies while sharing soft non-tongue kisses. Chris turned out
to be right, when I fucked him again I did last a long time. I did
everything I could to make it last, which wasn't that hard. I spent nearly
an hour fucking him carefully and slowly until he was screaming for me to
just fuck the shit out of him already. That lasted 20 minutes too and when
it was over, Chris was such a quivering wreck he had no energy to return
the favor.

We relaxed again, hugging.

"Is there sometime wrong with me?" he asked sometime later.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well...I'm only 13 and I live and breathe for cock up my ass. After what
you just did to me I still want more. I'm already missing your cock in
me. The times I'm without you, it, whatever, for a day, not to mention a
few days, all I can think about is getting you back inside me. No cock and
it's like part of me is missing. It still hurts sometimes, but I don't
care, I ignore it, because suddenly you hit that special place inside me
and it's like the pain means nothing. It's like it was never there."

I thought about it for awhile before answering.

"We're all sexual beings, Sweetheart. Especially at your age, because
that's when it all begins. And we all have our preferences. You found out
yours; anal sex, which can be very pleasurable and stimulating. No, there
is noting wrong with you. The world is filled with natural bottoms and
you're just one, age not withstanding. Just embrace it and don't worry
about it too much. You might still find yourself more of a top than you
think. Fucking someone like me who is used to it is one thing, but when you
get to break in someone else, take the proverbial cherry as it were...let's
just say it's a unique experience. When I did it to you, (the memory
brought a smile to my face) it was the most cherished memory of my life. I
hope I get to be there when it's your turn."

"Like my brother? Now, I want that more than ever."

"Maybe, sometime."

That's when we remembered the teens we were supposed to take for a ride. We
were at least an hour late but we went to check anyway. Back on deck,
dressed in fresh clothes, shorts and t-shirt both, Chris said again he
hoped the guy would come alone without the chick.

"Maybe you can both fuck me at the same time. I'll bet I can handle two in
me at once."

Putting an arm around his shoulder and hugging him sideways, I had to
laugh. This kid was incorrigible.



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