Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 18:06:02 +1000 From: Lawrence Bradman Subject: The Opportunist Part 4 The Opportunist Part 4 Of course I managed my feelings pretty well, except for waking in the night and imagining Tristram's sweet, full lips on my prick, that of course was easily dealt with and before long I'd be off to sleep again. At school we'd exchange friendly greetings taking care not to betray too great an interest in each other, a few days went by in that fashion without other incident because we'd both realised that intimacy in school grounds was a no-no, eventually we would get sprung. It was a relief therefore when my little boyfriend muttered in passing "round to my place, right after school...is it OK?" Of course it was more than OK and for the rest of the afternoon I was almost levitating, then I began to wonder...would his mother still be there or would she have gone out on one of those frequent 'dates' Tristram had mentioned? I was curious because you see, she had so many of Tristram's attributes, slender, small breasted, pert face and curls - hers though jet black - but it was the legs above all, they were such elegant attachments to her slight figure and idly I wondered, what would her bottom be like? More and more I found my thoughts reverting to buttocks, whether Tristram's or his mums but as yet I had only a hazy idea of what anal sex involved, mostly hearsay - but I was becoming interested, no question. What would it be like? I had already experimented on myself, firstly with a candle and then with larger objects...it could be painful, lubricant such as Vaseline helped but even then I learned that you had to relax too..in time I decided that I rather enjoyed what I was doing...so, there were possibilities I knew but would something the size of my prick really fit up Tristram's arse? I just didn't want to hurt him. In something of a pleasant but apprehensive daydream I wandered up their driveway, knocking politely I waited, instead of Tristram the door was opened by his mum. "Oh, it's you, well do come in, your friend is upstairs, she's getting changed from school stuff" She caught herself somewhat mortified at her use of the "she" and to cover her confusion blustered "Yes, well better go up now, let's not keep the door open". I gave her my warmest smile to show I was unfazed by her slip and murmured "Thanks, that would be nice" and as I went up I sensed her stare, I turned briefly and sure enough, her eyes were on me, again I smiled but briefly and continued up. Tristram was miffed, I could tell and it seemed he had been in a dither, garments littered the floor but it was what he now wore that caught my eye, the hot pants clung to his slender hips and showed off those lovely legs of his to their full advantage, he was currently employed in selecting a blouse to match..that was what was causing his exasperation. I decided to be helpful "Yummy, best put on something that will let me slip a hand in to, you know, have a feel?" He pouted in exasperation of course, I know you! But it's this bra...I don't want it showing through" Sure enough I could see the outlines so to try and defuse the situation I joked "Well you won't have it on for long anyway!" He paused, giggled, and gave up. Next he selected a pair of low heeled shoes, announced he was sort of ready and said, "got to say 'bye to mummy...she'll be off in a sec, coming?". I followed the boy's gently undulating hips down the stairs, eyes riveted upon his legs, his mother bustled up to us, gave me another curious look but said nothing about Tristram's get up, although she had obviously noted my preoccupation with his legs because I heard her mutter "Oh boy, a leg man is he?" then "See you later, might be early but not sure yet, 'Bye!". She was gone, I glanced at Tristram, my heart almost too full, he gazed back at me steadily.."well obviously mummy knows I've got a boyfriend now, if she had any doubts before...you don't mind do you?" There was only one suitable reply "No, no of course not but boy, am I relieved, I wasn't sure how she would react and by the way, I can stay longer this time - if that's OK, tomorrow is Saturday and I'm fully up to scratch on homework so..." There came a squeal of delight and he was in my arms, effusive as a puppy, nuzzling his neck I held him tight. "God how I've missed you darling...I have to call you that, you know, to start with I just wanted to have sex with you...this is much better, I think anyway...but I do like those pants of yours...tell you what, since we've got the whole evening or as long as we like, how about we take a walk, in the Park just like, well, like other couples?" Tristram's eyes sparkled "Really, oh wow, yes but wait...someone from school might recognise me but...but then, mummy let's me borrow one of her..wigs sometimes just for fun. Wait here". Of course his legs were the first to appear on his return scamper down the stairs but then I gulped, no curls but shoulder length dark tresses, he was gorgeous - and unrecognisable to anyone from school in the neighbourhood, still fiddling with his hair he asked "Well, how does it look" I could only gulp "I've got one hell of a hard on already....come on, let's go now or I'll start undressing you in here". It was a strange feeling, Tristram reached for my hand and held it "We might as well look the part" so we sauntered along just like any other young couple, happy and besotted. In the Park itself we behaved just as the other couple, every now and again pausing to kiss then moving on among the bushes, there partially concealed I'd slip a hand inside his blouse and slide it beneath the skimpy bra for a feel of the hard little nipple "This is so nice, I like you doing that, funny you know...doing that to me makes it feel all sexy - down there!" Sure enough, there was a bulge in his hot pants and I began to stroke that instead, in turn Tristram undid my zip and fondled my prick...there was an extra thrill doing this in the open, one elderly couple passed us, the woman hastily averting her eyes, the man grinning broadly...."Tristram, my balls are hurting like hell, can we get back...do something...please?". There was another car in the driveway, Tristram didn't seem concerned and let us in, going up the stairs sounds could be heard...fairly unmistakably - sounds of extreme arousal, they became louder, to me quite alarmingly so and emanated from his mother's room, drawing Tristram with me I decided to check. His mother was on her side on her bed, naked, behind her with his back to us was a man intent on thrusting back and forth and the target became clear "Yes, keep on, in my arse, yes, in my arse, oh God, don't let it end, just keep going" and she began to whimper, with excitement I guessed, we couldn't actually see the penetration but it was easy to imagine the picture. Tristram and I looked at each other in amazement, I guessed we were both thinking the same thing for ever so quietly and tightly holding hands, we stole off to his room.