Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 23:33:56 -0800
From: lapland@cyber-rights.net
Subject: Schoolboy dare part 2

David's little scheme was evolving.  Originally he had just thought the
dare would give him a chance to see Lee with his kit off.  His heart had
been pounding fit to burst when they had both stripped off in the gloom of
the lobby.  He had just one thought going around and around in his head
like a demented tape recording: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I
don't believe it..."

David lacked courage.  He had never known how to lure Lee into a sexual
encounter.  He had dreamt about it and rehearsed a dozen different
possibilities.  He had hoped to see Lee naked before -- when he had
suggested going swimming together - but Lee always changed in the cubicle,
which was frustrating as hell.  He had never been invited into Lee's house.
Whenever he went round Lee's mum would keep him waiting on the door-step.
There were lots of reasons why he had never made a move, but towering above
them all was his own fear.  Boys his own age picked on him.  It would kill
him if Lee rejected him, sneered at him and put the word around their
friends that he was queer.  To be the laughing stock of the younger kids
would have been too much to bear.

The dare had been his best idea.  It made it seem as if getting naked was
just a prank, a shared risk.  His heart had almost stopped when Lee had
agreed to it.  And now the two of them were butt naked in the school lobby.

He began to climb the stairs to the floor above watched by the dark
glittering eyes of his little friend in the lobby below.

"Oi, David!"

He stopped.  "What?"

"Good luck."

David knew that it was Lee who was going to need luck.  In spite of their
agreement he had hidden Lee's clothes in a cupboard, in a box under a pile
of papers.  His plan was to retrieve his own clothes then join Lee.  He
would be able to watch his friend rummage around in the nude, then when he
gave up and asked for a clue he'd tell him the price was that Lee had to
masturbate in front of him.  If he did it he'd tell him the right
classroom.  The cost of the next clue would be for Lee to masturbate him.
At least that was the plan.  Whether he would have the guts to do it was
another matter.

The corridor leading off the stairs towards the gym was dark as hell.
David had to feel his way along the walls.  Thinking about his scheme had
given him a hard-on again, so his cock stuck out in front, swinging from
side to side as he edged along.  Classrooms led off the hallway, but he
decided that the best place to start was the gym.  That's where he would
have gone if he had been Lee.  He made his way past a floor-polishing
machine that was lying on its side.

Our vagrant, dear reader, lived in hope.  His frustration with himself for
letting the young boy go turned to anxious anticipation once he realized
that the boy had dropped a bundle of clothes.  He supposed them to belong
to the boy.  Surely he would have to come back to retrieve them.  He
carefully placed the bundle and the boy's trainers on the mats.  Then he
continued to struggle out of his own clothes, untying the rope that held up
his trousers, pulling the layers of vests and t-shirts over his head.  He
stuffed his clothes at the back of the mats, covering them to ensure they
were hidden.  Then, very quietly he made his way across the gym to the door
carrying only the short length of rope that had been his belt.  He stood
alongside the wall.  If the door opened it would swing towards him, hiding
him behind.  He ached, dear reader.  Oh not in his body, he was used to
that, but in his heart.  Touching the boy had sent waves of feeling and
emotion rolling over him.  Lust had gripped him, to be sure, but his desire
to relieve his burning swollen cock was the desire to be recognized, to be
dealt with, to simply be there.  So he stood patiently, straining to hear
in the darkness over the pounding of his heart.

Do you want me to stop here, dear reader, with David's elegant fingers on
the door-handle to the gym, the naked tramp behind the door, Lee making his
way up the stairs?  I'm sure your imagination is racing ahead.  Perhaps I
should let you finish the story for me....  Oh no, you don't think I'm that
heartless do you? I thought we knew each other better than that.  I'm only
teasing.  I am just as keen to relate these events as you are to hear them.
In fact I wish we were sitting here side by side in my bedroom looking at
the laptop screen together.  At seventeen I'm probably too old for you to
fancy me, but maybe you'd break the habit of a lifetime....

David swings open the door to the gym and pauses.  The gym is slightly
lighter than the hallway and he can make out the bars, the ropes -- the
vaulting horse even.  A little shiver of fear runs up his back.  He
advances.

The boy making his way into the gym is clearly not the same boy.  But he is
clearly naked.  The tramp can see the pale globes of the boy's buttocks.

Lee had followed David at a distance.  He had crept ever so quietly along
the wall of the hallway.  He had seen David pause at the doorway to the
gym.  Even then he might have stopped him, might have warned him.  But he
simply held his breath and watched.

And listened.

"Jesus!"

There was running, a muffled slap.

A thud.

Some grunting.

"Get off me!  Oh god!"

Lee picked his way towards the door and looked round.  He could just make
out the shape of David's pale body, splayed out on the mats.  In between
his legs -- the darker shape of the tramp going to work.  He could not see
the rope that bound David's hands behind his back.

Lee is now tip-toeing into the gym.  He is making for the vaulting horse.
From there he can see and not be seen.

The tramp has David's thick boy cock down his throat.  He is slurping and
dribbling.  Lee can hear it better than he can see it.  David is writhing
around on the mat, in much the same way he had done earlier.  Lee knows
exactly what he is feeling like.  Yup, he is even thrashing his head from
side to side.  The tramp moves to one side, he seems to be digging around
under the older lad.  David lets out a moan. He is getting the full
treatment.  It is only when the vagrant pulls and turns David onto his
front that Lee can see the rope.  Lee's little boner strains at the sight.
It is just like one of his fantasies- David all tied up and helpless.  The
man is digging his arms under David's waist.  He is lifting him so that the
boy is kneeling with his butt in the air, his chest and face pressed into
the mat, his wrists tied behind him.  The man is kneeling upright.
Positioning himself.

David, face-down and butt-up, is slipping into our matrix-style bullet
time, dear reader.  He has been on a roller-coaster.  First there was the
terrifying shock of surprise as he was tackled from behind.  He had been
thrown across the room onto the mats with the impact.  Before he had time
to think the weight of the man was upon him, pinning him down.  Thick hands
had grabbed his wrists, pulled and pushed him around, forcing his arms
behind his back.  He had hardly time to cry out before a rope had whipped
around and he was tied up and helpless.  The man had spun him onto his
back, trapping his wrists behind him and had then fallen upon his cock,
pushing his thighs apart with one hand and using the other to push down on
his chest.

Shock had made his erection shrink like a deflated balloon.  His blood was
needed to pump adrenaline around his body.  He wanted to struggle, to
fight, but he was overpowered.  Then, seconds later - on his back - the man
had started to lick and suck at his limp cock.  His head was reeling, his
mind was racing he thought he would die.  Then the man sucked on his
cock-head.

It was as if the world stopped.  His mind stopped racing.  His body went
limp.  His whole attention of body and mind was focused like a laser on the
point of contact -- the tongue on the tip of his cock.

Panic gave way.  Every inch of his teenage body had yearned for this
moment.  It had been the stuff of a thousand fantasies.  His schemes for
Lee, his secret dreams, his entire sexual life was screaming out for
someone to fuck him.  Once the initial shock had flooded past him, once the
man's tongue hit his cock-head, he suddenly realized the moment had come.
Not in the way he had ever imagined -- but here it was, nevertheless.
D-day.  Armageddon.

At that moment he didn't care that he was being raped.  He didn't care who
the man was or what would happen to him.  The sexual dam had broken and he
was being carried away in its flood.

The man had turned him over and lifted his butt into the air.  He had
pushed his knees apart and was kneeling behind him.  David felt his
butt-hole exposed, open to the air, in full view.  The man reached around
him and had a grip on his now rock hard shaft.  A monstrous cock-head was
bumping against his butt.  The man was pulling him by his cock towards it.
David was not sure his lanky frame could cope with such an invasion.

Nor are we, are we dear reader?  We hope that brutish man will be gentle.
We have come to rather like young David, haven't we?  It would be a
terrible shame if his first fuck was grim and painful.  It would be better
for him if we could substitute Lee for that oafish adult -- let him slide
his small-but-beautifully-formed pecker into his bum.  David is such a
sweetheart.  We'd like to stroke our hands down his curved back, wouldn't
we, murmur reassurance into his hot little ears.  Kiss his soft cheek a
little.  Lee would like that too by the looks of it.  He is starting to
jack off in his little hiding place.  He is a naughty boy.  Now what's
this, dear reader?  The oafish vagrant is rummaging around in a plastic
bag, where he keeps scraps of food.  Surely his mind isn't turning to food
again.  Good grief.  Is he nuts?  Well, hang on a minute.  I see.  He is
coating his hand in the grease of his last fish and chip supper.  Oh no,
surely not.  Ak.  Oooh, that's bad.  He is gr
 easing himself up with it.

David winces as the man's greasy cock-head pushes against him.  He grits
his teeth.  He can feel his butt-hole beginning to give.  Stretching.
About to go.

"Nuuuuugghh!"

The head is in.

"Ah, ah... ah... ah, nnnnnnngggggg."

He can feel the shaft.

Lee can see it sliding in.  Lee's pucker is twitching.  He can feel it, as
if it was his own butt.  His eyes are almost popping out of his head.

David feels the rough hairy legs of the man against the back of his thighs.
He feels the rough fingers wrapped around his meat.  He feels the tickle of
the man's coarse pubic hair against his pink bum.  He can feel the man's
cock, even the veins that ridge it as it slides all the way in and then
pulls out.  His wrists hurt.  His face and chest are grinding along the mat
as the man humps him.  The coarse fingers of the man are wanking him faster
and faster as he pumps harder and harder.

- - I'm being fucked, I'm being fucked -- is all he is thinking, over and
over in his head.

The man pushes in deep.  All the way, forcing the boy to realize that after
everything that has happened in his life, after his shitty wife and her
family, after the abuse, after the destitution, the loneliness and the
rage, after all of this he is still -- a -- person, -- still -- a -- man,
and -- I -- will -- be -- felt -- by -- another -- human -- being, I -- can
-- still -- still -- still -- fucking -- fuck!

Wow, sorry about the bad language there dear reader, but that guy just shot
his load like a human volcano.

As he pumped, David felt the burst deep inside him.  A hot spurting - a
kind of deep tickling.  All the pent up cum of his youth burst out of his
own cock, spraying the hand that held it and splattering onto the mat and
his stomach.  The man continued to wank him, now lubricated by looping
white slime, sending shivers of ecstasy shuddering through his lanky body.

The vagrant pulled out and let the boy slump onto his side.  He felt like a
man again.  He gathered up his clothes from where he had hidden them -
pulled on the layers - gathered up the plastic bags.  He thought it best to
leave the boy tied up.  It would prevent him from running out into the
street for a while.  It meant he had to find some knotted string to fix up
his trousers.  He had finally gathered up all the junk of his life under
both arms.  He shuffled across the gym to the door and disappeared.

Do you remember your first time, dear reader?  Was it as pregnant with
passion as that?  Perhaps your cherry is still intact.  I wish I knew you
better.  But now that we are friends perhaps you'll write to me and let me
know how it was for you, or how you'd like it to be and with whom....  I am
only an email away my dear reader.  Lapland@cyber-rights.net if I'm not
mistaken.  If you feel brave enough to send me a picture of how you were at
twelve, or fourteen, (or perhaps you're ideal of that age-group) you might
want to get a free account there too, then we can be all cozily encrypted.
Anyway, enough of this.  What about our beautiful little friend Lee?  I
mean let's consider this for a moment.  He just sent his friend into
sure-fire peril.  He wanted him to be caught by the tramp.  He watched
while his lanky friend was pounded by a man's meat and did nothing.
Correction, he got off watching.  He is clearly no little angel and yet
just look at him.  His sweet face, his soft skin and toned little body --
every inch a twelve year old.  And now he has David in front of him, wrists
tied behind his back and his own stiffie just begging for release.

Do you think there's another episode in this story dear reader?  Do you?

Lapland@cyber-rights.net