Date: Mon, 4 May 2015 14:37:52 +1000 From: Lawrence Bradman Subject: Desirable Me Part 11 Desirable Me Part 11 Home from school Paul's comments set me thinking, was I really that feminine? I knew I was slightly built and delicate looking but being in a boarding school did my best to compensate, for example I demonstrated an aptitude and keenness for various sports to avoid being labelled a 'sissy' but when I stood naked before a full length mirror at home I took stock. Turning this way and that I began to realise Paul had been quite perceptive, my slim body with its slender hairless legs would ... well, they'd probably look rather sexy in nylons, as it was I had noticed the way both Mike and Paul would stroke them while having sex with me. I did have some pubic hair but it was fairly sparse and would of course have to stay, it would never do to appear clean shaven in the showers! I'd become erect during the examination (I often did in front of the mirror) and of course took advantage of the fact to have another narcissistic session, approaching the mirror I rubbed the tip of my prick against its surface, next I pressed my lips to it and snogged with myself, spare hand teasing a nipple....I didn't need anyone else just then, it was sex between me and that pretty morsel in the mirror...what would it be like if I had on nylons, panty and bra, maybe with just a touch of makeup? That would have to wait, meanwhile my prick and nipples were enjoying the attention. Backing away I lay face upward on my bed, eyes closed I imagined Paul getting into position, his prick entering, thrusting up and then greedy hands on my body...almost without thinking I softly called "Oh Paul, do it, fuck me, please fuck me" and with spare hand shoved fingers up as far as I could. As usual in many ways it was a relief to be back at school, besides I was progressively becoming more senior, even having my own study with bed in the corner - which actually presented certain problems since our rooms were now more spread out and chances of detection greatly increased. It was a strange thing, from what I had observed the majority of boys had sex partners of one sort or another, gay sex was a frequent topic of discussion - and jokes - but everyone took extreme care to disguise their own activities, I was no exception. So, of necessity my sexual activities were in one sense curtailed but in another..well, they were enhanced, behind a closed study door we could have all sorts of fun. For example it wasn't uncommon for Paul to visit, standing beside my chair he'd perhaps start off by stroking my neck to signal his intentions, if I heard no sounds in the corridor I'd reach for his zipper and fondle his penis then when both were sufficiently aroused we would "cuckoo", that is individually we'd duck into a bedroom at the end of the corridor - junior boys were denied access to those rooms during the day so we were quite safe from interruption. There were other attractions of course and as a 'senior' I was able to take advantage. Each year and sometimes in between, there would be an influx of new boys...the trick was to firstly pick out the most attractive and then determine who would be 'willing', something rather more difficult but extremely rewarding if you got it right. Matters were out of my hands, in those days the system of 'fagging' still existed whereby new boys were assigned to a prefect as a sort of servant and at the end of term they would receive a nominal sum of money in return. These juniors of course had legitimate reason to spend time in their prefect's study. I had noticed some promising talent among the newcomers and could only hope... Was I relieved, 'Tim' my assignee was 13 years old, slim and well proportioned with dark curls but best of all, he had a lightly mischievous, cheeky look..you notice it on those kids who tend to be game for anything. I planned carefully, the kid could be lots of fun if approached with care and I didn't want to spoil things. As it happened Paul had picked up 'one of those' magazines from a West End toilet, it catered for men who had a fondness for young boys - to put it mildly - and I asked for a loan of it. Paul looked at me in mock horror "Not getting enough then.....can I help?" I explained my purpose and he sniggered knowingly "Good luck...but save some for me!". I set things up, carefully laying the open magazine on my desk I summoned Tim, he appeared bright eyed and cheeky as usual, giving him brief instructions to tidy the place I mentioned that I could be gone a while, then I left. I killed time in Paul's room then after 10 minutes or so, quickly returned to my study and without warning quietly opened the door. The little curly head was bent over absorbed intent on the image before him, face flushed. I was standing beside him before he noticed me whereupon he gave a start and really went red. I played it casual "Oh yes...found that did you, looks like they're having fun doesn't it?" The youngster in the picture was on all fours as an older man appeared to be buggering him, the expression on both their faces was one of unmistakable enjoyment. Tim seemed uncertain what to do next, nervous but also relieved by my reaction he stood there indecisive. I pretended to consider then as if coming to a decision said matter of factly "Here Tim, there's a rather nice one here...see what YOU think?" and I flicked through until "Here we are, I like this one!" It depicted a slender youngster, pants around his ankles and leaning back over a desk, loins thrust out. Kneeling before him was an older youth who with hands clasping the boy's buttocks was busy sucking him.....I let Tim take in the scene and meanwhile noticed his breathing had quickened. "Well, what do you think? Do you like that one?" Tim hesitated and had to clear his throat, he couldn't take his eyes off the picture "Um...it's wow....dunno...any more - like that one?" Silently I turned the page, this time it was the young boy felating the elder...."He's got it all in his mouth!" was Tim's amazed comment. Several more pages were turned, Tim still stood riveted - until we came across the scene, a naked boy in some seated man's arms, they were kissing with the man's arm around him and his other hand on spread buttocks with finger inserted between ripe little cheeks "Oh!" I innocently exclaimed "He's giving him finger...haven't you ever had that?" Tim looked uncomfortable "N - No, I only do a bit of stuff, by myself.....". I reassured him "Well there's plenty of time, so you like doing stuff by yourself? What sort of stuff - you mean like this?" Quietly I'd been feeling around his zipper, as I asked the question, I moved it down and felt inside, there it was, a hard little rod tucked away, carefully I extracted it and began to masturbate him as I met his gaze, Tim drew in a deep breath. "You've got a nice prick haven't you...is this nice?" I'd stopped masturbation and instead was fondling and caressing his prick, particularly around its head..."Golly, wow....that's nice...not had anyone...before..." Carefully I asked "You sure you don't mind..that you really like me doing this...I mean if you hadn't been looking at the pictures - would you have still let me?" He gave a sheepish grin and nodded then gulped "Yes...see..." He grew crimson "I sort of, sort of have this...crush on you...an' it's ok....but...I've got classes, in 10 minutes...have to go - don't mind do you, if you want we can - again?" I gave him a little kiss as he adjusted his clothes before darting off. A good start, I thought.