Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:48:06 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Maths Tutor Part 4 Now it was back to school....one more surprise awaited, as I made my way to the station a familiar figure ran up, it was the youngster I had met in the Tutor's studio ..here he held out a neat brown paper package.. "Wait until you're alone before you open it...or at least be certain its someone 'special' you have with you!" and here he giggled, bewildered I popped it into my overnight bag thanking him, then he continued "No one to see you off...mind if I come down?" and he smiled prettily I had no problem at all...of course I should have realised.....it was the platform toilets, no wonder I was being furtively urged to follow..well, not a bad way to round off the holidays I supposed, as squeezed into a cubicle we dropped our trousers. There's something very companionable about playing with another boy's penis while he fondles yours, we stood opposite one another as our eyes locked, both with hands busy we grinned a cosy satisfied smile, the sort of smile you get when that warm sexy feeling starts down below...we knew the effect we were having on each other and that made it all the more enjoyable of course "You've got my address then?" "No chance of losing it, think I want to miss - this? You're too bloody good at it, you know exactly what spots get me going...if I didn't have a deadline we could be here all afternoon, we certainly know how to make it last don't we?" "MMmm, sexy, really feeling warm and sexy, just feel me for a bit....like that..around the top, yesssss...I love that...keep going...you don't know what you're doing to me....shhh, someone's coming!" so we worked away in silence, both with conspiratorial grins until the intruder left. Realising time was passing I quickened the pace, he likewise matched me and I watched as he began to frown, his eyes narrowed and lips parted, a low gasp from one of us, quivering, each clutched at the other for support as right hands became a blur...and glorious release. Regaining breath and retrieving trousers we mopped up...that done..it was time for farewell and as he stood there resignedly, I kissed him full on the lips. Out on the platform he was unusually quiet "I'll miss you....think I'd better be off now!" and he rushed away up the stairs and regretfully I watched the little figure vanish. Notwithstanding rampant curiosity, I resisted temptation...the warning had actually alerted me as to its contents so it wasn't until back at school and sometime after lights out that carefully I unwrapped the goods. Using the masked beam of a torch such as we all kept for reading after hours I was looking at the cover of one of those clandestine publications, totally illegal in the UK of the time but available almost everywhere...black and white photos of a semi artistic nature...but this was "specialised" for the subject matter was: young boys, boys, young men and men in various attitudes or positions, all evidently enjoying themselves immensely....and here, oh yes....I knew him, cheekily masturbating sprawled back with shirt open and nipples jutting upward-was my recent partner! On the next page, there he was again but arching backward as a slightly older boy's penis buried itself in his buttocks...it was me! Here I was again, the photographer now, face invisible had me on his couch, on my back, leg raised as his penis probed me, there were more....and I couldn't help but admire the work, it was intensely erotic...no question since I was thoroughly turned on myself...and I'd known what to expect...how would it affect someone say...who..had been a bit reluctant or unreceptive in the past. Here I was thinking of the sexy beast up the corridor...he was obviously luscious, made for sex but...he had some hang-ups...once in a moment of weakness he'd let me feel him up and responded amazingly well until suddenly "No, no, I mustn't, I mustn't, I promised them, I promised....." and fled Well, it was a risk, all or nothing really...but what could happen, certainly he'd recognise my face...though what could he do, if he handed it in...surely there would be awkward questions...such as why target him...what had previously happened...had he ever encouraged me? For me of course...well that would be that but somehow, I didn't think he'd be ...well, unreceptive? I baited the trap, just before lights out I slipped into his room and carefully shoved the publication down between his bedclothes where feet would touch it in due course. Lights out and I waited, 15 then 20 minutes, cautiously I stood outside his door, straining my eyes, yes there was just the very faintest of glows visible ...someone was reading inside. He never heard his door open, there was a figure in the bed with sheet drawn over head through which the light of a torch faintly shone. As I stood there I heard pages turn....closing the door behind me I tip toed over, I didn't want to startle him but didn't know what else to do "How do I look?" I whispered He froze "God, it's you, they're vile, absolutely vile.....how could you let him do that to you...that way, and, and the way you're holding that young boy...with the pretty face as you ...do it to him...then the man does it to him as well...how many times did you both have him then??" I had dropped my pyjamas and swiftly before he could resist, slid in with him under the sheet, silence....until "Now, I can answer your questions, but how about...we both go through them together...and you can ask me as you go along...?" The pretext worked, he decided to take it at face value and lying there beside be had become a...defacto conspirator. Slowly I turned the pages and gave a brief commentary on each...coming to the scene where the pretty youngster lay smiling as he fondled himself for the camera I mentioned our earlier activity at the station - in detail, his breathing had become harsh, idly I let my hand trail down to his buttocks as I continued, reaching below, I felt his hips rise up and at last, felt his rigid penis in my grasp. I fondled him for a while just to familiarise him with the situation, meanwhile he listened enthralled as I related events with that pretty youngster....seeing the subject before him obviously added to his arousal. Meanwhile, I had what I wanted, unresisting he let me undo his pyjamas and slide them down and with both hands I set out to explore his nakedness...this was a boy who had near hypnotised me in the showers, gleaming pink thighs wetly streaming had riveted my attention for too long, now I was able to feast my hands upon him as still intent he turned the pages...his smooth swelling buttocks became too much for me and parting them with both hands I plunged my face between, tongue thrusting for his opening....and for the first time "Please, please, don't, don't.....please don't, please...I mustn't.....oh....yessss...that's it, just there.....Oh God I mustn't.....yesss..beautiful.....here's one of you with your legs open...how did you manage to fit it in....? Now that's nice.....very sexy.." Here I was sitting astride the photographer, the shaft of his penis partly visible as it buried itself in me "You must have had fun, lots of fun.....and I like what you're doing to me.....that's it, you can use your fingers.....ages since....ages....forgot what it's like, oh gorgeous, move them around inside....oh yessss...." This boy was in fact so lovely that I'd had my eye on him for ages....but being unable to get anywhere had instead become less than selective in my choice of partners...often I'd find myself pumping away into some nondescript junior while helplessly fantasising...that it was this beauty I had beneath me, and now I found myself with three fingers up him...and they were able to move with ease! At some stage, this boy had been highly active I decided - and something had occurred to frighten him off. Hmmmm. It seemed politic to try another approach, it could only reinforce the hold I appeared to have so wriggling up beside him, I tongued his ear, startled he faced me and as he did so, I kissed him full on the lips. Now he seemed unsure what to do so leaving him no choice I carefully pulled him to me and then continued with my kisses, for good measure I entwined my legs with his, pressing our groins together. He relaxed, to my relief he began rubbing against me..and his lips parted....slowly I ran my hand up and down his back, pressing gently between his shoulders...the shivering started and his legs began to twine and untwine around mine...now it was time, kneeling between parted thighs I lifted his legs "There's something over there, let me reach..." (He masturbated with talcum powder...it made him last longer) and deftly applied it I entered with incredible ease, at first I knelt there not believing my eyes, not only was the Angel spread naked before me but here I was fully embedded between those luscious thighs....so savouring every move I slowly set about pleasuring him, as I whispered "Do you know how long I've waited for this....?" "Judging by your photos...it hasn't bothered you too much..you've had lots of fun already without me.." "Well, then do you realise how often I've pretended it was you? He pouted, then "Let's change positions for a bit, we can take turns if you like.....I always had someone else doing me...I've seen you enjoying it..will you let me?" He was certainly unfamiliar with this bit so I had to help and in the least complicated position..I lay face down with a pillow under my hips as he tried to mount me, once I'd positioned him however and I felt him slide up me his enthusiasm was reward in itself...my only concern was for the bed springs...the noise was considerable and I had to hush him down a bit..but I certainly enjoyed having this gorgeous creature deep stroking me, every now and again as I felt him getting too carried away I'd slow things down "That's better, make it last, we'll enjoy it more..." but inevitably the shudders began, a head collapsed upon mine as arms tightened convulsively... and the lovely creature emptied himself deep within me. Now I clutched him to me, happy and sated he lay in my arms as ever so languidly I resumed my turn between those sweet buttocks, almost in a dream I felt myself lose control...and feverishly clutching his hips felt my love fluids release as the contented boy exclaimed "That's made it, oh terrific and I'm still feeling sexy...you don't have to go back to your room yet do you......let's just have a quiet cuddle....I think that there's another boy you like isn't there...and if you're missing him...maybe I can make you forget him....for a little while?" and he again reached for my penis, just as I reached for his...