Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2010 22:25:10 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: Staking the Claim "Just there Uncle Harry, yes, I like that....what...are you going to do for the next 10 weeks then...better make the most of this?" Since the age of 10, my Uncle Harry had unbeknown to my parents been my sexual mentor as well as the chief beneficiary of my body, carefully he'd seduced me and then methodically if casually demonstrated the joys of sodomy and all this without too much initial discomfort on my part...now I rather enjoyed what he was doing to me, my main and sole concern being the noise given off by my bed springs, after all, my parents were not yet deaf. Reflectively and more in sorrow than in anger he answered "Well I shan't be hanging around public lavatories to be picked up by the cops..if that's what you're hoping..in fact I think I'll attend church, or some of those church groups at least or I could become a scout master...." I knew he'd do nothing of the sort, he was too lazy and instead would masturbate himself crazy pending my return, as usual for it was now a year since I'd started at boarding school. I sighed, relaxed, and surrendered to the gentle rhythm of his thrusts...and wondered, would he make me cum again this session? This time I arrived at school one notch higher on the pecking order and found, no more dormitory but my own little room, and there, huddled as if for protection - this year's intake of new boys. Critically I ran an expert eye over them, then stiffened...not bad as a whole but, but dear God. The details would be boring, you hear them over and over don't you? At an educated guess, he'd be in the choir (where I was now a tenor) and be singing treble, good, further contact was assured in that area at least. Now I began to think like Uncle Harry..this boy, as a junior and the lowest of the low would be relegated to either the three room or two room dormitory, and I had better act fast, very fast, since I knew all too well what could happen and what was at stake here. My new bedroom was located close to the dormitories but to reach these I'd have to tiptoe past a Prefect's door and then negotiate some creaky steps...but I was no stranger to nocturnal wanderings. So it was that on the boy's very first night - I struck. With practised ease I silently opened the door, there were the three beds and it still being fairly light I glimpsed the silver blond locks I sought. He was still awake, probably homesick, eyes wide he stared at me in amazement, I put a finger to my lips and whispered, just loud enough for the other occupants to hear it also "Not a sound, no noise...the House Tutor is just the other side of that wall...and if he comes in to check...then we're all in trouble, big trouble!" Of course I wasn't going to say it, but I'd cop it far more than the others, they were however too new and green to grasp this so I had no worries on that score. Dimly I made out the big blue eyes, still wide and - almost - hating myself I slipped a hand beneath his bedclothes, bewilderment and then indignant resistance...I firmly pushed his protecting hands away, silently he struggled but inevitably I prevailed, my fingers found the slit in his pyjamas and the little penis tucked away within. Now I remembered, Uncle Harry's technique...I began to play, still limp he lay there with eyes screwed tight shut, submissive but then a stirring, he'd possibly never experienced it before and slowly he grew rigid in my grasp..and eyes opened..lips parted, still I toyed and fondled. The time was right, that pyjama cord came loose as I pulled, briefly he resisted as I slipped the pants down but then, the palms of my hands felt an expanse of incredibly smooth soft skin, I pulled back the bed clothes and he lay there before me, half naked and obviously aroused. With accustomed skill I stripped and slid in beside him, gently I masturbated the little shaft and guided his hand to where my own larger version pointed up and dripped with anticipation. He didn't know what to do so "Take it between your fingers, like this, do what I'm doing to you....not too hard now, stroke it a little, see - does this feel nice?" He nodded, and his lips parted further, he didn't really know what was going on..but whatever it was, he liked it. All this time I'd managed to contain myself but now I gave in, turning him on his side I began to fondle those buttocks I'd spotted earlier, God they felt ripe...I reckoned another night would have been too late..someone else would have been here with him, as it was I'd be rushing his initiation, no clumsiness of course, the idea was to return again, and again, and again....so experimentally I drew him close to caress the expanse between the nape of his neck and the small of his back. At first he went rigid, then relaxed, as I continued to sooth and manipulate I felt the first shivers, good, this boy was responsive...it made the next part easier so here I leaned over to grope around in the pocket of my pyjamas - bless you Uncle Harry - and found the little jar of Vaseline. Now I ministered to a very bewildered boy, he'd never had anything inserted there before, that was obvious and at first he clenched up tight, some soothing whispers and lingering caresses saw him relax and shortly two fingers were delving between the plump little cheeks. He wriggled a bit with the discomfort and I heard him whisper "What...what are you doing...why?" "You'll see, just wait, we've got some work to do..then it will be fun, lots of fun, did you like what we were doing earlier?" He nodded "Well, this will be even better, just wait and see!" I had so much grease applied by now that you could actually hear my fingers plunge in and out, this third one would be critical though...and here it came "Oooooh! Sorry, didn't mean it so loud but....ouch! There it stings, it stings...stop!" Of course I didn't stop, I paused and then slowly started up again, I could feel his body flinch each thrust but again I remembered Uncle Harry's original technique....I kept going and worked fingers this way and that, gradually the boy relaxed, not comfortable by any means but by now interested enough to persevere and see what developed...I remember thinking that - this boy would provide lots of fun, but this next bit was critical. Saying nothing I rolled him over so that his buttocks were pressed into my groin, and anointed my penis...he felt what was going on and the penny dropped "Ooooh, you're going to - fuck me, aren't you?" he breathed With great care I pressed my penis against where I could feel the texture of his opening and hoped...I was on target, God the feel of those lush globes, a squeak, he went rigid...and the tip was in, now I held him tightly to me, I didn't want him pulling away but neither did I want to traumatise him...so a pause was indicated during which I let my hand continue to fondle and caress....as I did so, imperceptibly I continued my progress up inside, now he commented "It's still going in, I can feel it....still stings, don't like it, it's different....slowly..yes, it's Ok now...I'm full!" I counted slowly to 10 and then softly began to bugger him. Now I checked on the dorm's other occupants, tell tale mounds in their bed clothes and hands rose up and down - no problems there, they were enjoying the show! My own feeling was one of overwhelming relief, I'd got in first and staked my claim! Then suddenly I realised what I was doing and began to enjoy myself, after all the trouble I'd taken, I had a passive boy beside me..but what else? Ah yes Uncle Harry again to the rescue, that first time, I'd been confused and quite uncertain as to whether or not I liked what he was doing..so, what was it he did? Ah yes, I felt for it...limp..as I whispered encouragement and endearments, I carefully masturbated my boy, once up and hard...I knew it was time to explore his vulnerability, again as Uncle Harry had done I sought out his prostate, this took careful angling with each thrust, very much trial and error but if I could just... "Ooooh, wow, what's that!!?" Got him, keep going for a bit longer, just enjoy him some more and then...again! Good God, I think he's cuming, before I have.. "What's happening, what is it, I'm frightened....nice, too, oh...yessss...oh! oh!" He shook in my arms, then subsided, and as I shot into him I continued with the endearments....then we both lay still. Eventually I withdrew but before I left his bed, told him that I'd be back.... "I think I'd like that..I'm feeling all funny now...I'll sleep well too, think I'll be sore." Already his eyes were closing. The word got around of course, as I'd hoped it would...and my stealthy trips continued. Something changed though, for as soon as I settled in beside the boy, a figure would rise from the corner bed and softly exit. I knew his destination, in the dormitory opposite lay a slim boy with huge brown eyes and soon, hands busy the two would be at it...Meanwhile, things were great, all I had to do now was pull back the bedclothes and he'd be lying there naked and ready, I swear those eyes lit up like blue lamps as I appeared, so too the sessions improved, dear Uncle Harry, I was now experiencing multiple orgasms and the sessions lasted long into the night. I toyed with the idea, and decided that 'yes' I'd be telling Uncle Harry all about it, since it was the least I could do...he'd be green with envy of course as I described the boy but....if he wanted what I had to offer, I felt certain he'd overcome such feelings...