Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:27:47 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Maths Tutor Part 5 That magazine had proved worth its weight in gold, as an ice breaker it was incredibly effective...a night spent between the lushly coveted buttocks of the hitherto unattainable just up the corridor was ample proof, ruefully I fingered my penis...so sore had it become that only yesterday, I'd removed the last of the peeling skin...it was as if I'd had a dose of sunburn down below. The object of my fancy however, he'd suffered only minor discomfort he claimed which was probably as well...I wasn't certain how matron would have responded to anything more severe - internally. So, now I was feeling on the mend, reflectively I slid a hand filled with Vaseline up and down my penis and lay back to enjoy, my thoughts turned to that young boy on the platform...trim buttocks disappearing up the steps...above all that sweet sensuous little face..and here I arched hips wishfully, I wanted to feel my arms round the little devil as I pressed into him...I knew how easy it would be, he'd take me up him and then take over...he was experienced, oh yes.....but delicate too, and leaning against him in that toilet I'd wanted to do more...see him again. Silly me, always after what I can't have...and my door opened. This I had not expected, OK he was no longer the chaste recluse I had know the past few years but neither had I thought to have him take the initiative....there he stood beside my bed, about my age and choice with well fleshed firmly rounded thighs and buttocks, and smooth, smooth skin, it was his lips above all I supposed, fleshy and sexy, sensuous. Now he was here, quietly I got up and taking the puzzled boy by the hand led him to the window, here sufficient daylight remained to show the buildings in a kinder light while up on the cliffs, the castle now lay illuminated. Pausing to let all this sink in I murmured "Romantic don't you think...?" and I gently pulled him to me, those lips were too much to ignore, he didn't draw away but seemed stunned, thoroughly I sampled the lush offerings, with hand on the back of his head I pressed down...and his teeth parted, in slipped my tongue and slowly at first, he began to respond, the feel of his tongue darting against mine encouraged me, I held him close and began to stroke his back...now I was making love to him and he appeared uncertain. I drew back to let him breath then pulled him to me again, this time running lips over cheeks then eyelids, maintaining the caresses along his back and between his shoulders, it began to work. It was what this boy had needed, I felt him start to shudder, passion was taking over and his kisses became avid - this was all new to him but he was enjoying it, I now had a trembling boy in my arms so taking him by the hand once more I led him to the bed and standing him there careful began to undress him, all went quietly until...his penis sprang free and unable to control myself I sank before him to take it in my mouth, incoherent mutterings followed and I felt his hands on either side of my head and before things went too far too soon I broke away panting up at him "God, we don't need that magazine of yours do we....?" he sighed contentedly and this time I merely buried my face in his groin as my eager hands cradled his buttocks. As the last of his clothing fell away I sat on my bed and gazed in admiration, he oozed sex appeal, there was plump promise in his body, and gazing up at him I stroked his penis...his lips were parted and he was breathing heavily through his mouth "You are choice" I said "You are all choice, I'm so lucky to be doing this with you, I don't know how many others would be interested but it would probably be standing room only" Here he giggled and reached down for my hand, as I manipulated him with it he guided my actions, occasionally slowing things or redirecting my fingers to his tip or whatever, pleasuring him became a joint effort until, obviously short of breath and with a dry mouth he got it out "How....do you...want to do it ...to me tonight?" In my mind's eye I saw him pressed to me tightly as I lay in between his legs and thrusting up, also I wanted to run my hands up and down his silky torso as I did it, I'd be able to twine my legs around his smooth calves so perhaps I'd need a pillow here....what I proposed was a bit too complicated to explain, certainly while one was otherwise occupied, when a boy with a beautiful body such as this makes himself available....instinct tends to take over, first though there was something I wanted to try. Those beads, cousin Jenny had visited the Portobello road with me one Saturday and at some nondescript stall there she'd bought a string of heavily varnished wooden beads....they weren't that attractive and puzzled I'd questioned here. All I'd got in return were hints...which I'd worked out for myself. Inevitable I'd returned and similarly equipped myself...they hadn't been used yet and this sultry boy would surely be ideal. In front of him I produced the string of beads and as I began to carefully lubricate each, realisation dawned "You're not going to....on me are you....?" "Mmmmm - I don't know who's going to enjoy it more, me popping them in one by one or you, when I slowly pull them out" Semi reluctantly he lay on his tummy, it was a turn on for me of course, easing the chain into those swelling buttocks item by item, asking him how it felt I got a "Um, not too bad, quite nice but - I'm starting to feel rather full, a bit like when I had you....up me the other night..." After a couple more insertions I stopped, here was opportunity for a little feel around, one third of the necklace still protruded from him and running hands over his buttocks and thighs I again relished his sensuality. Now was time to see..slowly I took up the tension, out popped the first bead followed by a little gasp, then another and another while the gasps grew louder, now he was bouncing his hips up and down on the bed, his head was desperately buried in my pillow as he sought to suppress the noises he was making. There was no choice, with a swift movement I removed the rest - and he convulsed, to lie still. He was to my relief still breathing, anxiously I stroked his back, suddenly he flung himself on his back and grabbed for me "Oh, please, for God's sake, do it to me, anyway you want, just get inside, now, please" and even before I entered him, his hips began to thrust reflexively. So began one giddy ride, anal stimulus had caused some sort of an overload, assuming I'd had the energy I think he'd have kept me at him all night. Softly yielding buttocks, smooth pink flesh and my penis in the comforting warmth of his depths as he bucked up and down relishing the feel of me...and all this in the space of a week, he was virtually a sex slave, I thought and how delicious....fairly loose...I should be able to last a while and even then, he's so sexy...I'm sure I could find the energy. Memories of an inflamed penis were brushed aside as I settled down to savour those glorious mounds.