Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 16:48:16 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: School preparations part 2 My son's hips were within easy reach and I decided to take advantage of the offer - I was fairly certain it was an offer because ever since I'd parted his buttocks a week ago, he'd become a far from reluctant partner. So I felt my way up his legs while the boy stood there...he was a good feel too, silky skin and plump for the taking....naturally I didn't stop at his thighs either, he'd turned to face me and now I had better access, it was as I began fondling his penis that he voiced his thoughts "Dad, you reckon that most of the blokes at school will be on the lookout for new boys, like me...I mean, I like what we do, like it heaps, love it actually....but surely, not that many people will enjoy it as much as we do?" Carefully I ran a thumb along his tip and let it trail down the side of his shaft, masturbation is a serious business, it's an art I'd say and I was enjoying the boy to the hilt (literally, in some ways...) before he left...so I thought a bit before answering "Well, in my experience, and I doubt much has changed, you'll get say 60% of boys that are actively into each other or in particular, the younger boys. Of that 60% though, perhaps well over half will be freaky neurotic about who knows what they are up to, which is why no one can give you the exact figures, particularly when the remainder although not neurotic about it, hardly advertise what they are doing to you younger ones - or each other....." He gulped, seemed slightly relieved and I thought some more before going on.. "It's a reflection of society as a whole, where you're going, only more introverted, more focused...you'll have the same sort of ratios abound in any town around the country...only it gets more complicated for them, they get married, enter politics...they freak out at the thought of anyone ever finding out....what they really like doing, so they pretend..." Here I had him lovely and hard, I enjoyed fingering and fondling him like this.....and I knew he'd stay this way...for just as long as I needed him to.....and as I saw his look of incredulity I continued "OK then, its late evening isn't it, not too dark out there...I want to show you something, it's quite safe believe me but it's something you need to see and remember, might even find it fun.." We got in the car and off we went, to the Reserve near the cliffs, as I drove I reached over and had a feel, he was still hard and I wanted to keep him that way. When we got there, I heard the boy gasp as he saw all the cars, some more or less concealed, others parked here or there but not an owner in sight. I wasn't fooled though, I knew there would be eyes upon us so muttering "Stay close" I took him by the hand and slowly walked to the cliff top, once there and completely silhouetted, I drew my boy to me and kissed him soundly. Then I gave him instructions, "We're going to follow some of those paths, now stay close and watch, listen carefully...there will be lots of people in there and most will have seen us, so it'll be OK and they'll feel safe too, remember, this is a small town...just think on that as we go through". Hand in hand I led the delicious boy down to the brush, there I paused and already sounds came up.. "Yes, yes, Henry...oh God" and "There, do it just there...yesssss oh darling, darling..." other confused sounds emerged, the voices were all male - and the boy looked at me with amazement. I led us on, now there were signs of activity, in a little clearing two shapes entwined, in another a body curiously hunched as another thrust back and forth, while in yet another, face to face two men stood and masturbated each other, it was about then that the comments began "Roger, he's gorgeous!" "Where did you find the little screamer..." "God he's to die for..." "Will you do him ...here, so we can watch?" This last fitted in with my plans and casually I pulled him to a halt..even in the gloom I could see how huge his eyes had become, helplessly he stood transfixed as I undressed him. Given the situation there was only one possible position and it suited me fine, it permitted long deep thrusts - so I whispered instructions. Gracefully the boy bent and grasped his ankles, the voices hushed as I prepared him, the gleam of moonlight on Vaseline said it all and casually, I entered my son. His gasp provoked a rustling, as I slid up into him I noticed them, the spectators. Necks craning they stood in various stages of undress, carefully and methodically I sodomised the boy for their benefit..and many drew closer still, faces became recognisable...and my son could see them, the spectators were in a sense the spectacle, and more appeared...the mice had taken the bait. Relaxed and in no hurry, I let myself enjoy the boy....then bringing it to an end I began to massage his prostate, as he gasped and flopped around the excitement grew almost frenzied, I held him pressed against me as I in turn began to empty myself between those delicious cheeks...then holding the limp body I grasped his clothes and made my way back through the eager throng. "Oh God Roger, lovely!" "Beautiful, just beautiful..." "What a lovely sight..thanks Roger" and other mutterings accompanied us. Back in the car the exhausted boy voiced his thoughts... "Dad, it was a real turn on you doing it to me...in front of them all, and yes now I know why you brought me here - it wasn't just for the fuck was it?" Here he giggled cutely "Yes, I saw how many there were, and I know what they were all doing too - there were so many! But Dad, I saw the faces too, as you probably guessed I would...and - well, I wouldn't have dreamed it but...oh Dad, they are important people too, and they pretend... oh Dad...school will be easy after this won't it? Why do people have to pretend instead of being...what they want to be?" I had no answer, nor had anyone else in the whole wide World.