Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 09:39:24 +0100
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Windowshopping and beyond. Part 6.

Welcome back. Hope you all enjoyed chapter 5, comments as usual welcome at
budbundy_no@hotmail.com. Enjoy. Thanks again to Matthew for his editing.



CHAPTER 6.



When I woke up in the morning I was lying on my back. Chris' head was on my
shoulder, his warm breath on my collarbone. He had both an arm and a leg
across my body and he was sound asleep. I gave his lower back a nice rub
and dozed off again.

The next time I opened my eyes I had turned onto my side and Chris was
facing me, still sleeping. I gave him a small kiss and just looked at
him. After five minutes of this I put an arm around him. Chris reacted to
this by getting closer, gripping me tighter in his sleep. I pulled him
tighter myself and he clung to me, snoring softly.

I drifted off before waking a third time and I saw Chris' lovely blue eyes
looking at me.

"Hey, Chris, sleep well?"

"Wonderful, I awoke a few minutes ago and I've been staring at you. Waking
with your arms around me was so awesome."

I got on my back, stretching contentedly and he turned around. I grabbed
him from behind, molding myself to his back; his skin was slightly cool
against my own.

"Ohhh, Mark, that feels so good."

My cheek was resting on his and I pushed my hand between his firm
thighs. Chris dozed off again while I stayed awake, enjoying the feel of
his body.

"Mark, make love to me." Chris said an hour later.

My cock was already hard, nestled between his round cheeks. I went for his
penis and found that hard too. I began jacking him off and he lifted a leg
to give me more access. I grabbed my dick and put it to his opening,
pressing the head past his ring muscle.

"Owww! Fuck that hurts."

"Of course, you're bound to be sore after what I did to you last night. I
can stop if you want."

But Chris can handle pain and he wanted his first morning fuck.

"Just be careful, please."

I pushed the rest of my huge hardon up his ass and Chris winced audibly. I
told him he should rest his butt, but he'd dreamed of being banged after
waking up, for too long. I started to maneuver myself slowly in and out as
Chris grunted from the strain on his anal walls.

"My brave boy," I told him as I kept going.

"Mark, Mark, Mark, fuck me slo-o-o-w; it's so-o-o-o-o nice."

"Liar! I know this hurts."

"Okay, it fucking hurts," he told me a few minutes later.

But instead of asking me to stop he dropped his raised leg, trapping me
inside him. He clenched his buttocks and tightened his ass muscles to
massage my whole cock. I continued to jerk his great cock to mix in some
pleasure. Soon Chris was squirting over my hand and my need to let go was
soon to follow. He released me, begging for a pounding while I came. I
slowly kept fucking him while cumming, sending several big loads inside
him. Chris turned around and grabbed onto me once again.

"What a wonderful way to wake up, Mark. It was everything I had hope for
and more."

I had to agree with him on that one. We stayed in bed for another two
hours, occasionally nodding off for a few minutes. We just couldn't find
the desire to get out of bed.

"What happened last night, Mark? One minute we were doing it and the next I
was sleeping in your arms."

I told him what happened and he looked big eyed at me.

"I fucking fainted?"

I started laughing loudly and he got a little angry. But when I didn't
stop, my laugh became too infectious and we were lying there howling until
tears were streaming down our faces.

"In all fairness I did you really hard last night."

"At least I woke up again so I could fall asleep in your arms. I tried so
hard to delay sleep but, in the end, I had to just give up."

We kissed and cuddled for a little while longer and finally dragged
ourselves out of bed.

Chris was on the floor first and stood at the end of the bed, his round
cheeks jutting out from his back. He looked at me when I sighed out loud.

"What?"

"You. Damn, you're fine! You should see yourself; perfect, just perfect."

It was the first time I had seen him blush.

"Come on. I don't look that good."

He giggled when I gave him a strong WTF look. I scooted down to the end of
the bed and ran my hands up his sides.

"Tell me, Chris, what boy in your school do you find hottest? Patrick,
right? The one with the glasses?"

The way he reacted I was right on the money. And I couldn't blame
him. First time I sawPatrick's tall, thick, young body I had to pick my jaw
up off the floor. A brown haired boy with thick locks and a big beautiful
butt. No pants could restrain his ass cheeks.

"God, yes. He's the hottest boy on the planet, like, ever," Chris told
me. "I saw him naked in a common shower area once. I've never gotten hard
so fast, before or since. I've jacked off to that image a million times."

"Trust me when I tell you, Chris, girls and gay boys think exactly the same
way about you."

"Really?"

I nodded. He smiled radiantly down on me and helped pull me to my feet. We
walked out of the room, leaving our clothes behind. My cock stood at
attention as his buttocks rose and fell with his steps in front of me. I
wanted to push him against a wall and tear into that ass but restrained
myself. I asked if Chris wanted some scrambled eggs for breakfast and he
nodded. He sat down and turned the TV on as I went to make the meal.


When I had the butter in the frying pan I felt his hot flesh press up
against me from behind. His teen pole lodged between my ass cheeks and I
stood there waiting for the butter to melt. When I poured in the eggs,
Chris pressed for entrance to my asshole. He pushed himself in, burying
himself to the hilt. He didn't fuck me, just held it there while I finished
the meal. He refused to leave my ass and wanted to eat right there at the
kitchen table. I got the plates, put them on the table, filled them with
food, and got utensils from the drawer, while he walked around the kitchen
behind me, his cock firmly stuck in my tight chute. We stood and ate while
he started slowly to maneuver himself in and out of me.


When he was full of food and I was still full of him, he pushed the plates
aside and shoved me down on the table and started riding me. As usual,
there was no finesse to his sexual advances back there. He just went right
for the orgasm as fast and brutally as he could make his hips thrust. I
thought the table was gonna break, he assaulted me so hard.

"Patr..." he started at one point before stopping himself.

"Relax, Chris. That's okay. Think of him as you fuck me."

He took me up on that; talking between breaths as he fucked me.

"I want Patrick so bad. I want to follow him to the bathroom during recess
and corner him in a stall. Pull his undies down and give him a hard
thrusting pounding he'd never forget. God, that tight hole would squeeze my
cock like nothing else could. And I'd shoot him full of my semen, forever
and ever."

The thought of Patrick and the tightness of my ass sent Chris over the
edge. I could feel the strength of his orgasm, spewing within me.

"I'm cumin! I'm fucking cumin! Take my load Patrick, bet you've wanted it
forever! Aaaaaaaahhhh, yeeeeees!"

He told me that a three way with me, him and Patrick was now his biggest
wish ever. Now that was a thought. We sat on the computer after that,
watching my boy pic collection for an hour. Chris was on my lap the whole
time, with my cock up his ravaged, sore boycunt.

"Mark, do you have any pics of hot boys in the nude? Maybe even kissing, or
having sex?" he asked me, when I showed him a picture of two boys his own
age kissing on the dance floor.

"I'm afraid not, Chris. I do have some friends online that own that kind of
footage but they trade, and I have never had anything like that to give
them in return."

Chris rose so my cock slid out of him and asked me to take him to the
couch. I lifted him up and sat down in the couch with him now facing me,
dropping his asshole back down my hard cock.

"Why don't you take some nude shots of me? You can send them to your
friends in exchange for similar pics?"

"I couldn't take advantage of you like that."

"You're not taking advantage of me. I wanna see other hot teens in the nude
and this is the way to get it. Come on, please?"

If that's what he wanted then that was what we would do. But I wanted to
create a series of pics, starting with clothes on. Chris went into his
overnight bag and pulled out a pair of yellow cotton boxers with black rims
and slid them up his legs. He did a very slow 360 and those boxers clung to
his curves like a second skin. I grabbed him in my arms, clutching onto
that ass, feeling the thin fabric as they concealed his spongy buttcheeks.

"Now, now, now, you'll have your chance," Chris told me and entangled
himself.

He put on a fresh pair of light blue, partly bleached jeans with
buttons. He next put on a bright orange t-shirt that was cut so it really
clung to his slim upper body, like he had put them on when they were too
big, then simply grown into them. He finished with a pair of white cotton
socks. I took out my camera and started snapping pics.

"Try not to pose all the time, candid shots of you doing normal things are
very popular."

I followed his royal hotness throughout the house as he watched some TV,
used the computer, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. Many photos
later, it was time to get the shirt off. I took several pics as he slowly
pulled it over his head. We recreated the pose from the night before when
he leaned, hands overhead against doorframe. Next, we maneuvered over to
the bedroom where he pretended to have fallen asleep in many positions.

"Get on your back with both pillows under your head. Put your hands behind
your head, too," I told him.

He did as instructed, looking positively breathtaking, his stretched skin
partly showing off his ribs, while his beautiful arms pits were on
display. At that I had to have him and put the camera down. I leaned over
him and put my nose in his armpits and drew deeply in the smell of him. I
licked him there for a long time as his hands rubbed my back. Reluctantly I
ended it. Boy, was I gonna give it to him before he left.

"Put one hand behind your head and use the other to hook your boxers with
your thumb."

He did and I had to restrain myself from not jumping him again. He also
rested his hand on top of his crotch. He lay with his fly open, often with
a hand on his crotch then. He pulled the boxers down so his cock stood at
attention. He got up and stood with his fly open, then once again with his
cock out. Putting it back, he slowly pushed his jeans down his hips,
letting them go sometimes, holding them up others. Eventually they fell. I
walked around him all this time, catching these images from every angle. He
kicked his jeans away and stood there in his boxers. I recreated the photos
on the bed that I had taken with his pants on, not just in those boxers but
in yesterdays silk ones, too. Chris was a real trooper, closing his eyes,
licking his lips, smiling, whatever I asked during the photo shoot. I
followed him around the rest of the house for many stunning candid shots in
his boxers, too.

"I wanna get naked," Chris said, proving to be quite the exhibitionist.

I took a few more pics as he undressed from the boxers too and then he was
standing there in all his nude glory. We did exactly the same things we had
done with his clothes on, not just him being limp but with his gorgeous
hardon, too. He did whatever I asked, spreading his asscheeks to show me
his anus, sticking his dick in the camera, laying on his back with legs
spread, touching himself everywhere. Imagine it, he did it. He even jacked
off for the camera, splattering his chest with his sweet milk, then dipping
into it and eating every drop. I was so jealous of him; I wanted that
treat!


Three hours later, my little model was finished. He took a shower then and
I got many shots in there, too.

"When do you think you'll have something for me?" Chris asked me after
getting dressed.

"I took hundreds of pictures to share so give me a few days and I should
have more than enough stuff for you."

He nodded and gave me a huge hug.

"Bet you want me real bad now, huh?" he asked me.

My underwear was soaked with precum so, yes, I wanted him really fucking
bad.

"Take me to bed, Mark; make love to me."

We ran hand in hand to my room. We kissed furiously as we fell onto the
bed. I put him on his stomach and got on his back, wanting to hump him with
my clothes on and off. When I was naked, Chris still had all his clothes
on. I got on him as he lay on his stomach again. I'd always had a major
fetish for jeans and rubbed myself against his denim-clad ass while kissing
his soft, peach fuzzy neck. Eventually, I pulled his jeans down and his
t-shirt off. The thin material of his boxers had slipped some in between
his cheeks, showing off the fullness of his buttocks. I turned around and
let my cock glide down his sleek back until I reached his boxers. I stuck
my cock into them and humped him. It was awesome, combining the soft flesh
of his ass and the cotton of his boxers around my throbbing cock.

"God Chris, you're so fucking hot, I love your round, perfect ass," I
groaned.

Chris turned around and I stuck my cock down his boxers next to his
rock-hard teen cock and we both humped each other. Chris suddenly, without
warning, shoved a finger up my ass. Despite the sudden pain, I asked for
more. He got three fingers up there that he fucked me with, one of them
rubbing against my prostate. We both soon came simultaneously, filling his
boxers with our cream.

"I'm cuuuumin. Oh fuck, I'm cumin hard!" Chris said

"Chris! Baby! I love you, so fucking much! I'm cumin too! Aaaaah, FUCK!"

We stayed in bed, just softly stroking each other for a while until we
found it best to wash his boxers. We rubbed the cum stains out and put them
in the dryer. We needed a break from sex, but Chris still wanted a fuck
before leaving and an hour later we had to do it or we wouldn't have time.


Chris got on his back in bed and looked down on my hard cock.

"Damn, that thing used to scare me," he told me. "And now I can't live
without it. I'm still sore down there and still I'm longing to have it back
in me."

I crawled into bed and straddled his face and he took me in his mouth. I
bent towards his cock and we sixty-nined each other to get him off
first. He didn't go for an orgasm, just cuddled up to my cock and
balls. But he thrust wildly into my face to make himself cum. I never tired
of the taste of his teen flesh, especially after the recent shower he just
had. It did not take long before his toes curled up and the bed sheet got
crumbled up in his fists.

"Here I come. Fuck yes, I'm there! Drink it down, swallow it."

That was too tempting an offer and I let the sweet boy nectar soothe my
throat. It was a huge volume this time and Chris was screaming
loudly. Thank God my neighbors lived 200 yards away. We sat up, leaning
against the headboard so he could catch his breath.

"Damn, that felt fucking good as always. But I don't think I can take more
sex now. I'm so sorry," he said.

Chris got on all fours and crawled towards the end of the bed. Chuckling, I
jumped onto my knees, took hold of one of his ankles and yanked him towards
me.

"Come here, you little brat. Someone is waiting and he's very hungry."

Effortlessly, I flipped him onto his back, forcing his legs apart. I pulled
him towards my swollen, cum dripping, huge prick. My enlarged monstrosity
inched closer to his empty baby cunt.

"I mean it, Mark. I'm too tired. I'll suck your cock. All you want. I'll be
a good cocksucker. But please, DON'T PUT THAT HUGE MONSTER INSIDE ME!!!!!"
He was giggling as he said it, the little tease.

"You'll do that?" I asked him sweetly and he nodded up and down.

"No thanks, sweetie." I pushed the head against his now closed up
sphincter.

"Please, God, no. NOOOOOOOOOO!. It's too sore," he said with a laugh.

"Screw you, babe. And I mean that literally," I laughed and finally entered
him. I pushed the full length of my nearly eight inches deep within his
tight crevice in one massive thrust. It was defenseless against my massive,
rock hard meat with the full strength of an adult's back and hips behind
it.

"Owww! Damn, I am sore."

"I can stop, you know."

"Don't you dare."

"Oh, that's a nice boy pussy. You're so good to fuck," I said as I withdrew
just far enough to ram all of myself back in him again.


Chris was in a world of both pain and pleasure. He yelled out in ecstasy,
yet tears sprang to his eyes. Without pause I fucked him fast. His long
legs were over my shoulders as my pale body covered his slowly tanning one
while I ravaged him. He did ask me to slow down, but I just went at it
faster.

"Tell me you like it, baby."


He looked so young and vulnerable underneath me. Nothing would ever make me
as horny as he did if I lived to be a hundred. Spread-eagled underneath me
he gripped my shoulders, digging his nails into my flesh when he felt
flashes of pain. Yet he made no attempt to stop me. His strength always
impressed me. Experienced adult bottoms would have begged for mercy where
he took it, no matter what. The pain he showed on occasion would have had
me crying for my momma when I was 13. But I was sure even he was grateful
that I didn't last long. Only five minutes of being screwed like this must
have felt like an hour.


I buried myself in him as my cum spurted deep within his core. I slammed
into him with one last thrust before I could deflate and let my weapon
slide out of him in a river of my cum. Chris was panting heavily as he
curled up.


"Get behind me, hold me, Mark," he told me.


I did and stroked his young exhausted body, feeling his heart beat hard and
fast.


"Oh God. I won't be able to take cock for at least a week," he panted.


"You, my boy, are just incredible. I'm glad I don't have a dildo or I'll
bet there'd be hell to pay."


Chris found that very funny because it was so accurate.


"You wouldn't be able to walk for a week," he laughed loudly.


We had only ten minutes to cuddle up, before we had to get him dressed and
ready to leave.


"Can I stop by tomorrow, Mark?"


"Sorry, no. I have job interview at five. After that I'll need hours to
share the pics we took for others, but you can come the day after."


"Soccer practice, remember?"


We set up a visit for three days from then. He asked me what kind of job I
was interviewing for.


"One of the other schools needs a new caretaker. Your principal recommended
me."


"Wish it was at my school."


"Me too, babe. Me too."


When I drove him home he refused to let go of my hand. He told me how much
he wished he could have stayed with me forever and visit his mother and
brother instead. I suggested that, since summer was coming soon we could
arrange for him to spend a few weeks with me during his vacation. Chris
thought that was a wonderful idea. Inside his house, his little brother was
full of questions while I talked with his mom. I didn't bring up summer
just yet, but assured Chris I would soon. Before I left, Chris gave me a
gigantic hug, evidently not reluctant to let his mom see it anymore. She
didn't care anyway; all she did was smile at her son's positive attitude.
As I stood by the door, saying my goodbyes to his mom, Chris stood behind
her, mimicking a blowjob with his hands. I had to force myself not to smile
at his antics. Determined to make me crack, he walked down the hall towards
his room, with an exaggerated limp, holding onto his ass, smiling at me
over his shoulder. I didn't crack, but my face hurt on the whole ride home
from trying not to laugh for so long.