Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2010 17:11:52 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: Garden sculpture Part 2 What a situation I'm in, there's a bit of paper with a 'phone number on it, just that nothing more yet the message it conveys is far more potent than anything I've experienced so far. I won't ring that number, yet as memories intrude I find I'm reaching for my penis and the sessions are lengthening the longer I put things off, indeed I'm now masturbating as I hold that scrap of paper...oh it was wonderful, wasn't it? No sooner do I jerk and cum than suddenly I'm hard again, once more to fondle and tease my shaft as I recall the way he ... did it..to me...and if I close my eyes..I can even imagine he's here, that it's his hand doing this...again I brought myself to the edge and over...Next day, with shaking fingers I dialled that number, it rang for perhaps 30 seconds, I don't know how long really then "Hello?" Foolishly "It's me...." "Probably feeling a bit nervous aren't you?" "I don't really know what to say, that's the trouble...." "No, I don't imagine you do, it's all rather new and - different isn't it? Tell you what though, I'm free from 2 pm onward and this time...well you can actually ring the door bell - instead of pretending to be some naughty statue in the corner of my garden?" This helped to lighten things as no doubt he'd intended...so I agreed. What a long driveway, at least that's what I thought at the time, stubbornness made me go forward otherwise I think I'd have turned and run for it. I didn't need to ring the bell, "Come in, you've made it this far so you might as well have a look around...here, come through and don't mind the paintings, I collect them, but this is where I spend most of my time". As he spoke he gestured to a horseshoe shaped room with large bay windows overlooking an expanse of garden, bookshelves lined walls, several volumes lay open on a table and noticing my glance he grinned "Research, was actually trying to find something that would approximate to the vision I entertained here in the garden the other day - look, this could well be it, what do you think?" It was a bronze I would guess...even to me the boy was marvellously erotic, graceful and with face modestly averted. I looked up amazed.. "But...I'm nothing like that!!" "Ah, how can I convince you...let me think, here if you will. Just stand a bit further over this way, here - the mirror, full length, it will have to do...." Bewildered I let his hands get to work and watched as deftly he began divesting me of clothing. Again, nature let me down, soon I was rampantly erect and then with the last stitch removed I stood helpless. Skilful hands began positioning me this way and that until finally satisfied he asked me to hold the pose, from the angle I'd assumed I couldn't get a clear view of the mirror but suddenly heard the faint "whir" of a camera..then again, and again.... "There now, we can always delete these but when you see them, I think you'll agree with my assessment, you really are a lovely boy, straighten up now if you like". As I faced into the mirror I noticed my host standing beside and slightly behind, then I felt his body pressing against me and hands were placed upon my shoulders. As I watched fascinated he bent his head and began to nuzzle my neck, without thinking I reached up and pressed his hand to me then mutely stood there to savour this new experience. Removing the other hand from my shoulder he reached around and down and as I watched the reflection slowly and deliberately he began to fondle my penis - I shuddered with the pleasure I was experiencing. Suddenly breaking away, he took me by the hand and led me over to the book's open page, he flicked it over..and there it was, as if it were a natural progression, the same boy at a guess but gracefully posed upon some couch entwined in his lover's arms...spellbound I absorbed the scene, again the page turned and this time, there was no mistaking, here they were engaged in the very act of love, the boy with head thrown back had been mounted, strong arms embraced him and there, plainly a virile shaft buried itself in ripe buttocks. I gazed wordlessly, this I knew was what awaited me 'if' - then the spell was broken "There's no rush you know...if you want us to...go this way...we can fix it, do things to make you ready...but that's only if you want to...don't make your mind up yet...just say 'when'. I gulped and swallowed with a very dry mouth, my breathing was ragged too...dimly I was aware that I'd been helping him to undress, now I was feverishly masturbating him..then slowed.... "Let's have a look at those photos first - can we please? Then I'll give you an answer.." Both exercising considerable restraint we waited as the photos downloaded, then there they were on the computer screen..and I was seeing myself as he saw me...oh dear, poor man...how on earth had he been so patient..if this was what he saw in me? Yes, he'd arranged me in erotic poses no doubt at all but neither could I deny it...I had a body that...well, plenty of men would love to get their hands on..to put it crudely. So, I thought for a few seconds then turned and smiled at my admirer whose eyes were suffused with an agony of longing "I think that we'd best set about getting me ready, don't you?"