Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 15:08:03 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: Intro. & Arrival Pt. 2 I stopped for breath, kneeling beside the pale body in that dim light I noted those eyes, huge and helpless they gazed back, he didn't want me to stop what I'd been doing to him. Yes, those glorious eyes set in that thin face above the slim body, painfully slender in fact and there by contrast - lower, way down where his thighs met..I gloated over what I saw and without thinking reached again for it. His penis, by contrast with the rest of him, hugely engorged and erect, incongruous almost on that frail body yet I reflected, this was my handiwork. My thoughts were interrupted "Make me cum, please, please, let me cum...?" I was in no hurry of course, I treasured these sessions with him and span them out for as long as possible. Others I knew would furtively indulge, a quick grope, frenzied masturbation and soon, all too soon that guilt ridden return to their own bed. Not for me, oh no for I really enjoyed making love to other boys - and this one in particular. Part of his appeal lay in his obvious enjoyment, at times I could feel he actually hated himself for what he let me do to him yet just as obvious was his inability to refuse and this I found was quite delicious. And so I gently toyed with the boy while he in turn resumed his fondling of my penis. Time passed, breathing became heavy, the little hips periodically thrust up into my deft fingers and then, the little head began tossing from side to side, again the whispers "please, please, make me cum...ah God....please....". Normally I would pause and let him come off the boil but by this time it was very late - I'd enjoyed him enough for now so, obligingly I began to firmly stroke his penis, in a minute I felt the tremors and then came the gasps, warmth splashed upon the back of my hand, strands I knew which would festoon his tummy and then, here it came - my own release as half collapsed upon him I adorned the boy with my own heaving contribution. Some nights later and alone in my bed, I pondered the situation. I'd already realised that as a sex partner the frail boy was all that could be desired, the icing on the cake was the perverse satisfaction gained from watching him helplessly give in to seduction, he obviously hated himself for what he was letting me do but on each and every occasion would give in to his sexual urges, I know that by then he knew he was gay but he still hadn't come to terms with that situation. For my part, I couldn't keep my hands off him, it was as simple as that - I knew I was gay - and loved it. Yet, there was something, some unfinished business, an incomplete aspect of our relationship to be explored, you see we had previously "finger fucked" and for me it only whetted my appetite BUT there were physical considerations here. The boy was slender, frail, ripe enticing buttocks pertly perched above slim thighs but....how to ..oh God...I dearly needed to feel my penis probe between those cheeks, eagerly intrude and then....thrust up into his warm depths! Yet here I ruefully acknowledged, I hadn't a clue how to set about it...for the fact was I'd yet to fuck a boy and I was terrified of making a mess of things. Restless I lay there exploring options and then it dawned! In the same corridor and not too far up from my room slept the boy we called "Pauline" - his effeminate good looks had earned him a certain reputation and the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed, surely I thought, he'd be well and truly broken in if only half the rumours were true? That weekend, with jar of Vaseline tucked in pyjama pocket, I cautiously ventured along the corridor, in the pitch dark I counted doors and then pausing cautiously, tried the handle nearest. Quietly I slipped in but not as soundlessly as I'd thought for came the whispered challenge: "Who is it, what d'you want...?" In reply, as I closed the door I muttered my name and there was a pause then "Well, what d'you want?" came again. I didn't answer, instead perched upon his bedside I gently let my hand slide under his sheets. There was a gasp and his body stiffened. Confident as I was, I let my hand savour his warmth, God his skin was smooth, hairless and I recalled how it blushed a delicate pink in the showers, that's when I thought to myself "Everyone else has been into him...how come you haven't done this before?" so I continued my fondling and caresses and soon he began to relax. Next step....I felt down, down and there between his legs was one very erect penis "Of course it is" I told myself "He's been through this hundreds of times!". Reassured, I slipped out of my pyjamas and slid in beside him, silent he yielded to my ministrations, he was a wonderful feel, soft plump and smooth and shortly, his breathing changed, little gasps interspersed and....a hand felt for my penis. Silently we lay face to face while we fondled and caressed though eventually I felt pressures begin to mount. A quick fumble beneath the bed and...there they were pyjama top and Vaseline. Now I became busy, reaching over the lovely body I groped for his buttocks, my full attention was required here and I carefully sought his opening - this isn't an easy task for a novice operating in the dark but thanks in no small part to his cooperation I was soon thrusting up and into him with greasy fingers. I was startled by his whisper "Don't forget yours, put some of that on it too?". This had just become exciting, shaking with excitement I followed his suggestion and then the next issue arose - how to, what position....this was awkward....and sensing perhaps my indecision, the boy moved onto his side with buttocks pressing into my loins, oh bliss! "Gently does it, oh there, just leave it there a moment....let me get used to.....now...slowly...wait, wait! OK, but don't push too hard, Ow, oh God! Let me get used....get used to....there, slowly, slowly, wait! OK, push gently, gently, there....in you're in..bit more then OW!" To my amazement, he subsided into panting gasps before continuing "That's it, you're right up - I never knew what it would be like, dunno what it feels like...yet, have to wait longer...." For my part, all sorts of questions were buzzing around my head "It's his FIRST time, so what, what??" all I knew for certain was that I was lying behind the House's pin-up boy with my penis embedded in him and so far, doing nothing much with it. Sighing thankfully however, I began to savour the tightly pressed warmth around my penis, tentatively I withdrew and then immediately probed upward, he drew breath sharply but otherwise there was no reaction so emboldened I reached around and felt for his penis, it had become limp and this I decided to remedy so idly I fondled him while assuming a slow rhythm, gently sliding in and out I could only long for a sight of the action knowing how erotic he'd appear, naked in his loveliness as I his lover slowly fucked him. It was rewarding, very satisfying to feel his penis come to life again....and with it his arousal..."How's it going?" I asked. "It's strange, OK now....I don't mind at all...took a while though but YES, do it that way again can you...that angle you used just then OH YES!" Furtively and in the dark we whispered our mutual appreciation, both had been taken completely by surprise, both totally aroused we experimented this way and that. Some time passed and suddenly the smooth young body pressed tight against me jerked and then convulsed "Oh God, how...did...that happen...I just came...terrific....wasn't expecting that". The effect on me was immediate of course, helpless I let myself unload into those rounded cheeks, gasping out his name over and over until bewildered yet grateful both subsided inert. "That was my first" I confided. "Mine too" was the unexpected reply, silence for a while then "You can stay longer if you like"...my response "If I do, I think I'll want you...again you know". A long pause then "How soon?".