Date: Wed, 15 May 2013 12:06:41 +1000 From: Paul Hart Subject: First Term Part 1 - The Seduction First Term Part 1 - The Seduction I was 13 years old and lonely having just arrived in a senior school far away from the prep school where I'd spent the last 4 years. I'd made friends there...some were the sort of friend that you did things with - you know, in private and with no noise at all...I missed them and didn't know anyone else who might like to share in that sort of fun...there were two beds in this room, mine and that of a frail looking boy...he had huge dark eyes and pale ivory skin and I wondered - what if he said "No"? Then I thought, well unless he yells out, nothing much can happen and as I lay there growing more and more randy I steeled myself for the attempt. It was summer and still light, my bare feet crossed the intervening floorbaords quietly, he couldn't have known it when I arrived at his bedside "Psst, you awake...want some fun?" Those huge eyes in the pale little face were staring up at me as I slipped a hand beneath his bed clothes, he mouthed "What are you doing?" I put a finger to my lips and reached down further...ah, there it was, the gap in his pyjamas...now...He was alarmed "No!...no..don't...." By then I'd had a feel of him, gently I began to masturbate the waif...his protests grew feeble, another minute or so and he'd relaxed back...and from experience I knew he was mine. The secret I'd learned over the last couple of years was that when masturbating someone, you do it gently and using no more than thumb and two fingers, you take time to pause and caress his penis, languidly before resuming...that way you prolong things. And all the while your ears strained for the slightest noise outside...adding a delicious thrill to your activities! I've always been sensitive to the moods of those I perform sex with, male or female, that way you can derive the utmost from the experience...obviously the boy in front of me was totally inexperienced...and he'd never been to boarding school either so I trod gently. I was feeling him up and masturbating him, his eyes were closed and his lips were parted, these things told me it would be ok, he was enjoying it - so very carefully I peeled back his bedclothes and there he lay still pyjama clad with little penis poking out. Swiftly I undid the pyjama cord then despite his feeble resistance slid the garment down and over his feet, now he was naked from the waist down. I don't know about you but I love looking at half naked boys, it makes them look - somehow - even more naked, and ...sexy with it? His eyes had of course opened again...my they were huge! Very slowly and deliberately I reached again for his penis, he didn't resist as I continued to masturbate him "Done this before?" I whispered "No...never.." was the faint reply. I believed him "Do you like it then?" This time a slight grin "What do you think?" Good, very good I thought, deliberately I took his hand and carefully placed it on my penis...there it remained until slowly the message got through...and it began to move "How's it going?" I asked...he gulped, throat probably dry "It's nice.." What a relief, I now had a partner in this place, one who I could train to do all those things I'd done with my kinky friends...thing was, I'd have to work at it slowly...get him habituated to sex as it were, one step at a time, meanwhile, what we were doing was fine by me....very nice...and he was pretty too, in an emaciated sort of way...I'd seen him in the showers, those slender legs, they somehow formed into most delicious round globes, firm and bursting - and I love buttocks....I wanted to get my hands on them but not yet...not yet. I finished him off a bit later, having cum myself I took care to ensure that he wasn't dissapointed...I wanted him to remember this session...and want do do it again. I let a few days pass, again I tip-toed to his bed...this time he lay unresisting, as I pulled down his bedclothes, I found his pyjamas already unfastened and around his knees - I'd interrupted a solo session! He looked up uncertainly "Can I help?" I asked, he said nothing but let me reach for his penis however instead of masturbation, I began to fondle and tease...he didn't mind this either and I could sense his breathing quickening, he broke the silence "Yes...that's nice, doing it like that" and his own hand sought me...this was nice, very nice and emboldened I undid my pyjamas to joing him on the bed where we lay side by side pleasuring one another...I let it continue, then after a while my hand wandered - over his thighs, belly and below to fondle a buttock...he didn't mind...great! As ny hand explored I examined his body, very slim, slender, small frame, lovely smooth pale skin, it was a joy to feel him up, catching his eye he smiled weakly and gulped...oh yes he was enjoying this...so how far would he let me go? Quite far as it happened, unresisting he let me roll him over and now I could feast my eyes on those luscious little globes..the term "luscious" I'd heard used to describe any boy deemed sexually attractive..only half jokingly I suspected - and it neatly described what he possessed, avidly I let my hands roam over the taught mounds, where had he been all my life? In heaven as I was I threw caution to the winds and slipped a finger between his cheeks, he stiffened...and then relaxed as I wiggled it gently "Feels funny....but it's ok...yessss.." was the feedback. I inserted the finger and paused, then pushed it in "Aaaah...what...oh...oh God, what was that??" I'd deliberately touched his prostate, enough for now I thought...giving him a final cuddle as he rolled onto his back, I resumed the masturbation. It's a lovely tool is masturbation, you can use it to play someone like an instrument, I was already expert having learnt (literally) at the hands of two school masters and at least a dozen boys I knew exactly how to get results. I found that it paid off to practise on your self...often I'd lie there concentrating...savouring particular motions while focused on the pleasure, it was all about pleasure because if you can't truly pleasure yourself..I mean do it really well to yourself...how can you manage someone else? Anyway, again I let him cum in reasonable time...we'd broken new ground...and things were looking good. Two nights later and I was debating whether or not to visit my little friend, when silently the door opened and someone stole past my bed, oh so carefully...in the gloom. I watched as the dark figure (I'd identified him as a slightly older boy from across the corridor) paused beside the far bed and reach down...there wasn't a sound...then faintly I heard sheets being pulled back, the visitor was silhoueted against the window, I could see his arm as it moved, rhythmically, lower down I could just make out movement where his groin would be. It was a shock yet fascinating...I wasn't the only one captivated by the boy's charms! So, I lay there feigning sleep as the show unfolded...not much imagination was evident....but they nevertheless enjoyed a good old session and eventually I saw the older boy jerk and stiffen, then pause...and then silently, he returned the way he came...and that was that. Well, so I had a rival! Not that it mattered, while they'd been at it I had of course been attending to myself and then had another session about 15 minutes later...I'd enjoyed watching the little chap being serviced by someone else! I was happy to fit in....then events took another turn, again it was an older boy, he'd suggested we go for a training run outside school grounds...it sounded interesting - and it was! Up among the deserted fortifications ran long damp corridors, chalk messages had been scribbled all over the place, such as "I fuck little boys, come here at **** if you're interested" "I stuffed my prick up his arse...and he loved it.." "Boy wanted - for sucking"...all this stuff was having an effect of course...as my partner had no doubt expected and halting before another set of graffiti, he without further ado placed his hands at my waist and began to tugg at my running shorts...I stood there naked with prick outstretched...seeing this the other boy silently divested himself and we faced one another. Well we were both after only one thing weren't we? As soon as his hand felt my prick I reached for his....it's so nice having another man want you, isn't it and there's the feeling as his hand first touches you down there? I mean, if I know that a boy really wants me...well he can do almost anything he likes with me! We were both in a state of high arousal and so it was that both came twice...it was a dishevelled and glowing pair that made it back to school...things were getting better...and this was only my first term...things looked really promising!