Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 21:59:00 +0100
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Windowshopping and Beyond. Part 8.

Hope you all had a happy christmas. Replies are welcome at
budbundy_no@hotmail.com as usual. Enjoy.


Chapter 8.

I knocked on the door, wondering who was going to open it. I heard fast
footsteps approaching and a smiling ten year old looked up at me. Adam was
like a younger version of his brother. Face plain, not the most beautiful
boy around, but with a charm all his own. He didn't share his brothers
dazzling smile, it didn't add beauty to his face as Chris' did but, who
cares? Beauty isn't everything; especially with a body like that. Damn,
what hot kid! Their mother was finishing applying makeup to her face when I
came in. She welcomed me to sit down and asked Adam if he could go and get
me something to drink. Instead, he pulled me into the kitchen with him.

"Sit down," he said, motioning me to the kitchen table.

I did as he asked just as Chris walked into the kitchen. He came over and
gave me a quick hug. When Adam opened the fridge Chris kissed my lips
behind his little brother's back. Adam reached up into a cupboard to get me
a glass, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of skin when his shirt slid
halfway up his back. After I got my glass of Pepsi we all sauntered back
into the living room. I sat with a boy on either side of me as we watched
their mother get up and start putting clothes on, ready to leave. After the
obligatory remarks about the kids behaving and me just sending them to bed
if they don't and other motherly stuff, she was gone.

"So, what do you guys do together all the time?" Adam asked me, grabbing
onto my arm, looking up at me.

Gee, where to begin? So Chris and I just tried the best we could to fill
the kid in on our non-sexual activities.

"And, of course, Mark likes to suck my dick," Chris said. Thankfully I
wasn't having a sip of my Pepsi at the time or it'd be flying
everywhere. Before I could come up with anything Adam laughed.

"You're too tiny to suck, Chris," he said.

"Way too tiny, I'll bet," I told Adam, patting him on the shoulder.


He took this as an invitation to lean into me. He felt good; I hadn't held
someone that young in ages. I could feel the hard on growing in my
groin. Chris looked at my hardening erection with a smile. To make it worse
he put a hand on my thigh, tracing his fingers slowly across it. My cock
jumped under my pants, straining against the material. Chris licked his
lips over Adam's head. I looked down to see a wet blotch starting to spread
in the material of my pants. I was gonna get up just as Adam did.

"Gotta go!" he said.

The moment his little brother vanished inside the bathroom and we heard the
door lock shortly after, Chris was on me. God, getting him back in my arms
would never get old. Knowing we'd hear when Adam was done I closed my arms
around my baby and looked into his face.

"I wanna see your great cock, Mark. I wanna feel it throb and pulse in my
mouth so badly."

No one sure knew better than my Chris how to get a man all hot and
bothered. His hand closed around my cock as I lowered my head to sink my
tongue between his lips. Jesus, how the hell was I gonna be able to spend
these hours with him and not be able to have him. Is it wrong to get a boy
drunk to get access to his big brother's hot teen body?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding!

"Let's go to my room, Mark. I can keep Adam out. Come on, we'll do
something that works with minimal undressing. Please?"

I had no chance to answer that as we heard flushing. Chris told me to think
about it, with one last sensuous deep throat before we heard the key in the
bathroom door turn. Adam came back in and found us on the couch. He came
over and plopped his thin young body next to me. Adam put on the TV and put
his legs on the couch, leaning against me again. I twisted my body a little
to make it more comfortable to have him on me, also sliding my arm around
his waist. Chris looked at me with a jealous look on his face. He asked me
to get up. Reluctantly, Adam moved away so I could get to my feet.

"I'm just gonna show Mark my room," Chris said, dragging me after him. Adam
started to follow us but Chris grabbed him by the arms and pushed him back
onto the couch.

"No, Adam, just the two of us, you stay here," Chris said and nudged me
towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"It's not fair," Adam said.

"Come on, bro. I'm just gonna show him my room and my stuff. After we're
done we'll tell you and you can have Mark all to yourself and show him your
room."

Adam seemed happy with that and grabbed the remote control. The moment we
were inside his room, Chris closed the door and was on me, his soft lips
sucking on my bottom lip. Worried about his little brother, I pushed Chris
away, but when I mention it he assured me his brother knew better and would
not follow.

"He respects it when I say no, knowing I won't have anything to do with him
if he doesn't. Trust me."

I believed him, but still decided to be careful and I stood up against the
door. Quickly his lips were back.

"Think my little brother's hot, don't you," he whispered against my
lips. He ground his pelvis into my groin, his teeth biting gently into my
upper lip. "Bet you just wanted to get into his boxers as you held him,
feeling that little boy penis. I've seen it hard, you know? It's awesome."

Chris' hand opened my zipper and reached inside my boxers, his fingers
closing around my hard shaft. His other hand worked at pushing my pants
down as he kept taunting me.


"Imagine his little hands doing this slowly. You'd cum in a few seconds,
huh, babe?"


His hands were now pulling at my aching balls, weighing them in his hands,
lips licking at my throat. I felt his fingers slip under my shirt, pulling
it up. Then his lips were on my nipples, sucking as only he could, his
hands still massaging my sack. After he was done with the nipples he slid
down my stomach.

"Cock!" I heard just as I felt his hot breath on the tip of my gland, his
lips then kissing it.

"Imagine Adam doing this," he told me as he licked my shaft. I shivered
with the pleasure of it.

"I bet he'd suck you unconscious in an effort to please you. You'd end up
sending such a big load down his throat. I bet he'd learn to swallow fast."


Then Chris finally sucked me into his mouth. His hand closed around my butt
cheeks as I bottomed out in his mouth. I was in his throat and Chris shoved
a finger up my ass. He kept me there for as long as he could while he kept
adding fingers to my ass. He pressed against my prostate, causing heavy
leakage in my dick. He pulled back to breathe.

"Adam would have a tight ass wouldn't he? Imagine it squeezing you even
tighter than mine does."

"You're so bad, kid."

"Just like you love me."


Then I was back in his mouth. He bobbed hard and fast while his finger
searched out my prostate again. What was going on and the visuals he'd put
in my mind about his brother sent me over the edge. As usual he sucked me
dry with his swallowing skill. My heart skipped a beat when there was a
knock on the door.

"You finished with him yet, Chris?"

Chris giggled as he watched me struggle back into my pants. I composed
myself the best I could before opening the door. I told him to lead the way
to his room. It was a nice little room decorated with the South Park
boys. Posters, bedspread, even a calendar.

"Fucking sweet, isn't it?"


Guess I know where he learned that kinda language. He pushed me down on the
bed, putting his legs in my lap as he turned on his laptop. When it was
ready he sat up next to me showing me the contents on his PC, the games he
had on it and virtually everything else. I rubbed his back as he showed me.

"So, you like my room?" he asked, jumping on my lap, arms around my neck.

"It's great, kid. Suits you."

Adam beamed. Chris knocked on the door and came in. He told us he'd warmed
up a pizza and that it was ready. We all went into the kitchen and found
plates with pieces of pizza on each. Whenever Adam wasn't looking, Chris
rubbed his ass into my groin or gave seductive little kisses on my skin. He
did it during the meal too, distracting his little brother to sneak in pats
on my ever hardening cock. Full, I sank back into the couch spreading out
my full length. Adam sat down between my legs, leaning back against me one
more time. I put both arms around his little body, feeling the weight of it
against my own. Chris didn't make his feelings clear on what he wanted to
watch, just grabbed the remote and switched through the channels. I held
Adam, sometimes holding my hands on his thighs, rubbing his arms and
shoulders on occasion.

Damn, the kid felt good. I wanted to rub him under that shirt, stroke the
smooth skin I had glimpsed earlier. I barely managed to control
myself. Eventually the kid fell asleep. Chris sat down on the edge of the
couch next to us and gave me a deep kiss.

"Carry him to bed," he whispered against my lips.


Well, it was 11. I eased my way out from behind him and lifted him up into
my arms. There was no sign of the kid waking up. Chris helped me get Adam
into bed. We undressed him to his boxers which gave me many feels of his
skin on both legs and upper body. His skin was delightfully warm. His small
thighs in particular were nice and soft. Chris noticed the big hard on I
had.

"Let's go in the living room and fix that," he told me.

When he got in there Chris bowled me over, tackling me down on the couch,
passionately kissing me, maneuvering himself between my legs. I sought out
his generous ass cheeks, squeezing them, stroking them as I stuck my tongue
past his. We humped each other as we made out. At least until his brother
came back into my mind and I got scared of being caught. Chris sighed.

"Wanna see something really cool, Mark?" he asked me.

"Sure," I said innocently. He led me to his little brother's room and
opened the door, turning on the light. I expected the child to wake but he
just kept on snoring softly. Chris sat down at the edge of the bed and
pushed the covers down below his brother butt. His hand cradled Adam's butt
through his boxers. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I took hold
of him and pulled Chris to his feet.

"What are you doing, Chris? What if he wakes up?"

Chris tore free of my grip and leaned over his brother.

"You sleeping, Adam? You awake little bro?" he said loudly. No reaction.

"See, nothing wakes him. Never does, comes in handy when I'm horny."

Geez, how long had he been doing this? Adam was on his stomach and Chris
pulled his boxers down, exposing his ass. My heart was beating fast as I
watched, knowing I should be the adult here, but his little ass stopped
me. The boy had a beautiful butt, not as generously rounded as Chris' tight
bottom, but even though it was smaller it was no less sexy then his big
brother's. It was a lovely shape, high, firm butt cheeks with dimples in
the side.

"I like to jack myself with one hand and rub his butt with the other,"
Chris said, while demonstrating. Fuck, it was an erotic sight. "Or I do
this," Chris continued, putting Adam's boxers back up over his
bottom. Chris put a leg up in the bed on the inside of Adam while keeping
the other on the bed. He pushed his hips forward, pressing his groin
against Adam's skinny butt.

"I've always wanted to do this in front of someone; Adam gives such great
orgasms," Chris groaned deep in his throat.

I knew I should have stopped him, but my cock was firmly in charge of
me. Humping carefully, Chris looked at me with the most intensely horny
look I had ever seen on his face. He assured me it wouldn't take
long. Again, I believed him. He ground his hips back and forth, the smile
never leaving his face. Until the orgasms anyway. God, I love his orgasmic
look. He pushed a little harder when he came, but Adam never moved, except
a turn of his head so I ended up seeing the back of his head.


With a sigh of satisfaction Chris looked at me and said, "Your turn."


But I shook my head. There's where I drew the line, though every fiber of
me screamed yes. Chris pulled his brothers boxers back down again, before
spreading his cheeks.

"At least take a look at his butthole; it's so gorgeous, Mark."

Fine. I stepped closer, taking a look at the anus between the spread
cheeks. Oh, it was gorgeous alright, not darker then the rest of the skin
in the slightest and seemed like it would open up pretty easily. Suddenly a
hand pushed my head forward and I landed smack against Adam's ass, nose
against his butthole. Damn, the skin of his butt smelled good, the anus
smelled almost the same, just a slight hint of stronger
smells. Un-fucking-believably erotic.

"Seriously, kid," I said to Chris and pulled back, putting the boxers and
covers back over Adam. We left the room and I dragged Chris to his.

"How long have you been doing this, Ch...?"

"Since I was 11, " Chris interrupted me. "Who cares, he sleeps through it
and it's not like I fuck him or anything." Chris seemed hurt that I would
think such a thing.

"Fine, Chris, but if you get caught don't implicate me."

"You know me better than that, Mark. Besides, I won't get caught. He can
fall out of bed and stay asleep. Don't be mad at me. Please!"

Chris was as sleek as a cat as he leaned into me, with a determined look on
his face. And one of his most angelic looks too. I felt my anger begin to
subside before it could even really begin.

"There is more he'll sleep through, you know."

I had a pretty good feeling I knew what he meant.

"Make love to me, Mark. Please?"

Was it a good idea to have sex with him like that again? There was still
two days left of the week I had decided to wait before fucking his recently
bleeding behind again.

"I can't wait any longer, Mark. I need you so bad. If I don't feel you back
inside me, right now, I'll go crazy."

"I don't know, Chris, I might open you up again."

"You might open me up again next week too. Who cares, just fuck me. Please,
baby, fuuuuuck meeeee?"

I looked down into his pretty eyes as his hand started rubbing me in the
crotch. His lips started kissing me on my chin, slowly working their way
towards my lips. God, he is irresistible! Why the fuck not? Adam was fast
asleep, Mom wouldn't be home for hours, and the smell of the little boy's
ass was still lingering in my nose.

"I need you," he purred, opening my zipper. "And you want me. You've been
aching to put that big gorgeous cock of yours back in my tight
. . . delicious . . . fuckable . . . teen . . . boy . . . tasty . . . ass
. . . hole." He was reaching into my boxers, those long fingers of his
slithering around my painful erection.

"My boycunt wrapping you in a tight grip. My cheeks pressing up against
your groin. Your heavy balls slapping against my smooooooth skin. Wouldn't
you just love that, my sweet Mark?" he asked, running his index finger
along my piss slit, drawing droplets of precum. Then he leaned down and
licked the drops off while staring up at me through his long lashes. And I
was done for; he could see it considering the widening grin on his face. I
nodded.

"Yipee," he said, jumping up in my arms.


Who was I kidding? He'll always get what he wants. I'm owned and owned
hard. I pressed him up against the wall as he kissed me hard. I put him
down and he yanked his pants and boxers over his bubbly cheeks, standing
facing against the wall. I saw drops of his juices from his orgasms in his
brother's room fall down between his legs.

"Don't even take off anything; fuck me, fuck me now!"

I freed myself from my boxers and pressed up against him, feeling the
slight coolness of his butt against my shaft. I guided my cock to his
opening and pushed in.

"Yes. Oh finally! Get it all in me. God! I've missed you. It's been
torture, pure torture!"

I quickly gained inches as he cried out. He'd obviously missed me fucking
him alright.

Chris pushed his butt back to get the rest of me inside him. "Yes, baby,
now start fucking me; don't hold back."

I pulled out before pushing slowly in again. I wanted to take it carefully,
Chris was dying to do it hard. Every time I slowly pushed in, he pressed
backwards. He was begging me to just go for it, wanting so desperately to
feel the fiery, delightful pain that comes with a hard pounding. I was
careful anyway, taking my time, but it soon got frustrating for me too. My
head was screaming for me to fuck the ever living hell out of him. Soon we
found a balance, me doing him hard enough to satisfy him, yet not so hard
as I could, and wanted to. We stood there fucking, his jeans and boxers
still around his thighs, my jeans still covering my butt as I thrust back
and forth. Our pace caused our clothes to slowly slide down our bodies as
we went at it. It was so indescribable to fuck him again. He was right;
every night of the last month had been torture.

"That's it, Mark, yes, fuck me real hard."

I had lost track there from the sensations and found myself banging him as
hard as I had done the night I made him pass out. I slowed just enough to
avoid pissing him off. The kid was a real devil when he's horny.

"Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark,"
Chris kept repeating. How I love to hear my name from his pretty mouth,
crying out in such ecstasy, makes me feel like a million.

I lifted Chris up and carried him to his bed, keeping myself imbedded in
his ass.


"Stay still. If I drop you my dick will break."

"Great! I can keep it and use it every hour."

Funny, wasn't he?

We stumbled into the bed and I fell on top of him, driving myself violently
inside him in the process. Chris begged to look at me as I did him. Pulling
out, I flipped him over and he pushed the bottom of his feet against my
chest. I entered him again as I looked into his eyes. The look of bliss on
his face at the feel of my entry made me all tingly inside. To be loved
this much from a boy so young is the best feeling in the world. I held him
around his firm thighs, pulling him towards me as I thrust. Chris put his
legs over my shoulder and I leaned against them, pushing them up his
chest. That way I could lie on him and look in his face at the same time,
plus it really opened him up so I could fuck him even faster. He grabbed
the back of my neck so our lips could meet and we Frenched each other with
deep tongues as his slick anal walls slid against my cock again and again.

"I love you so much, Mark, more than anyone in the world. Make love to me
all night; show me how special I am to you."

I rocked up and down, penetrating him with every inch of me in long, slow
strokes. I took him under my shoulders and lifted him. Then I sat down on
my ass so his legs were spread across my lap. We embraced tightly, crying
out each others' name. He rode me a few times up and down, then stayed
still with me buried to the hilt. We clung tightly to each other, kissing
passionately as I sent volley after volley of jizz deep inside his
bowels. Chris refused to let me go. We sat there for at least 20 minutes
just hugging each other as he cooed my name in my ear. At the ten minute
mark I felt his teen juices gushing between us. When Chris finally climbed
off I had fallen out of him and checked my dick. There were a few spatters
of blood on it but nothing that worried me like the last time. Chris gave
me his ass to check for blood but there were only a few traces of it. I
knew he'd be fine if we controlled ourselves until he was back to full
health back there.

We stayed in the bed for as long as we could and I literally had to pry him
from my arms to get him to sleep before his mother came home.