Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2009 14:37:05 +0800 (WST) From: The Pin Subject: Similar Backgrounds My friend and I had similar back grounds, both had parents overseas, both relied upon relatives to host them during school holidays and above all, we' both reached that terrible, terrible age, fifteen when everything was painfully embarrassing, sensitivities were strung out like wire and hormones raged. I was inclined to be impetuous, quick to take offence, quick to show remorse, to me school sports meant little since I preferred instead to settle down with a book -- not that I wasn't athletic, far from it. It was just that I didn't consider such things important. Sex on the other hand, now that was a different matter -- nightly I stroked myself to convulsing release all the while images crossing my fevered imagination, here a heaving boy begged me for more, there another with fingers firmly sliding between my buttocks asked if I wanted it...and the mornings were no different, nor were the occasional afternoon sessions, time permitting as frantically I pleasured myself. Now my friend on the other hand, he was a different matter I supposed, friendly yet self contained he never touched upon the question of sexuality -- although he had a body to die for and could have chosen any one of us he pleased he remained to my knowledge -- celibate. Now it happened that through this or that circumstance in a far off place messages were exchanged and arrangements made, these holidays we were to remain in England and both would be hosted by my uncle and aunt, no great trial since this had been done before and neither had any problem with the arrangement. As usual we arrived and settled into the routine except that in the second week there was the incident. Taking the shotgun early that morning I had set off after wood pigeon only to discover that the shot I'd taken with me was only a 9 -- near useless, I had wanted a 6, so crossly I returned to the farm. In the driveway was a neighbour's van, no sign of anyone though except that -- yes I heard a sound coming from the old disused laneway, curious I quietly padded through the grass and carefully positioned myself behind the embankment. There were three people in the laneway, and in the middle between our neighbour and some stranger stood my friend, crouched behind as I watched, the stranger grasped the boy's jeans and began to ease them down around his ankles, numbly I watched as without objection my friend stood there and let it happen! Stepping out of the garment the boy stood there, I could see he was now fully erect as could our neighbour for casually reaching out he grasped the rigid penis and began to fondle it, meanwhile the crouching man complimenting this action busily fondled the exposed buttocks - he was receiving attention both front and rear. I had never before thought of my friend in a sexual light but now seeing him it struck me how very attractive he was, standing there in just his shirt and beautifully erect my mouth went dry. Something else I noticed too, his shirt tails had ridden up to rest upon the taught mounds of those pert buttocks which now jutted out saucily under the stranger's ministrations. This had taken me completely by surprise but having discovered the action saw no reason why I shouldn't enjoy it so, it took but a second to unzip myself and begin a slow fondle as I watched. All unaware of their audience my friend's two admirers now set about enjoying him -- seriously. He it must be said seemed to take it very much in his stride, on occasion I even heard him give direction "That's better, up near the tip now, oh yes, slowly, that's it, I'm getting that nice randy feeling down there...you've felt me up for long enough, who has that Vaseline, here let me do it...now cover your fingers in it, that's nice, get them higher, up, up, yes...I like that, can you do that for a bit longer, three fingers...ok I'm ready when you are..." The next act took me completely by surprise for, laying him on his back in the grass he was then lifted beneath his arms by one while the other, parting those gleaming thighs to position himself, hoisted the boy's hips high off the ground. It was incredibly erotic, the erect boy was now about to be taken from underneath, sadly I couldn't see the actual event but soon it was obvious that he had been penetrated and was now being taken. Held there horizontally I saw his hips bounce in a familiar rhythm, the penetration was thorough for with each thrust from below I could see his body jerk. Not content with the man's attention my friend now joined in, with one hand he began to masturbate while the other reached up under his shirt to manipulate a nipple -- I often did this myself when masturbating since if it was a particularly good session it could heighten my arousal -- all was quiet save for the occasional gasp, then I saw my friend begin to ejaculate, nothing changed -- the admirer who was in him managed to hold on for a while longer but exhausted he pumped his offering into the boy's anus. It wasn't over yet though, they simply changed places and nothing loath I watched as again a man penetrated my friend...still I played with myself anxious not to cum before the finish though again I saw the boy's penis pump fluid as he again came yet remained erect. It was not long before the second admirer too had plunged his penis upward for the last time until, gently laying the graceful little dish upon the ground both quietly dressed and, thanks muttered, went their way. Lying there half naked before me, and seeing him still erect...what was I to do? Softly I emerged, softly he turned his head, helplessly I said "I've never even imagined something so sexy as what just happened..." and on afterthought "I don't think I've even imagined anything so sexy as the sight of you now!" He gave me a slow delightful smile as with a casual hand he began to stroke that penis while the other he reached for mine and murmured "I'm still full of that Vaseline -- we don't want to waste it do we?" No we didn't but rather than rush things I thought, "let's just start with the basics, we have plenty to catch up on!" So giving him a smile I slowly removed my trousers, he was still fondling himself as he watched, then I lay facing him and time stood still as we two boys expertly masturbated before each other, each watched the other's reactions, both putting on a show, both skilled and both randy we were able to prolong the pleasure indefinitely. He weakened first for reaching over he gently replaced my hand to begin pleasuring me himself, not reluctant I too reached for him and for the first time enjoyed a slow feel of his erect penis, not content I allowed my hands to roam, they ran over his smooth thighs, up to his nipples and finally, I was cupping those taught pert buttocks, scarcely daring to breath I slid fingers over his still slippery opening and as his hand rhythmically caressed my penis, let two fingers slide into him. All this time I had been watching his face and now the little secret smile went and his lips moved "Do it to me" he said and thrust those pretty buttocks back on to my seeking fingers.