Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2009 12:53:44 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Rivals Part 4 Cousin Betty, back early...no she wasn't, it was merely much later than I'd thought and here I was in flagrante, smothering the elf with kisses as she looked on. Somehow I managed the introductions though strangely enough I seemed to be the only one discomfited by the situation. We left soon after and I walked with him to the station. Cousin Betty was unusually quiet when I got home, and very thoughtful. Every now and then I intercepted a little glance and then... "It seems pretty serious doesn't it?" I nodded "It started way back -- at school". Then her reply "this place won't take him as well, you'll have to find somewhere else...leave it with me." Turned out cousin Betty had been busy...a certain friend of hers was worried about a little boy...her son in fact who was in a relationship...with another young man, neither of them had any friends or anything by way of a social life since both were terrified of coming "out". This lady happened to own sizeable chunks of West London and it so happened that a nice dry basement flat could be made available at a reasonable rent...to a couple who wouldn't mind getting to know these two recluses, offer a bit of moral support and so forth....and the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. The elf was very keen, his parents had long suspected the situation where he was concerned and only wanted to meet me -- for reassurance, he'd continue to work in their business of course so they weren't exactly losing him. The fuss and bother of moving was over with and we sat back and looked at each other, until speaking my thoughts out loud "Its fine in here....I can cuddle you, kiss you, make love to you whenever it suits us...but what about outside, I long to hold your hand when we're out walking, to slip an arm around your waist, kiss you when I want...and just because you're a boy, we can't do any of that...not without the risk of unpleasantness or worse. It's so unfair, you are so very attractive, you've a model's figure and can even walk like one, with your hair style and colouring Liza Minnelli could be your big sister - oh well, at least we have this I suppose..." and here I gestured around the comfortable little flat. Thinking that I might be upset he scampered across the carpet to perch upon my lap, nuzzling my ear he said "Well....we HAVE managed it before...haven't we? Remember that afternoon in Notting Hill Gate...we got away with that...now what if I practise a bit...you too, you'll have to be more relaxed and casual about it...and then - we'll see how we go?" He was dead right of course only this time there were no clothes for borrowing. The answer lay in the Portobello Road markets that Saturday - here anonymity prevailed, no eyebrows were ever raised...and the elf seemed to know what he was after, eager stall holders for once losing their indifference to assist my enchanting young boy. Of course we needed a Taxi to get the stuff home, once there he vanished. In the midst of a daydream I was startled to hear a low throaty growl...and my eyes were riveted by the sight. Hand on hip, long glorious legs stretched on down forever - Hot Pants were "in" and no wonder, loose top with a deep vee completed the outfit, the flat chested look was ultra chic just then - what I saw was a stunning example of what London had to offer. Hips gently undulating and eyes fixed on mine he swayed across the room, amazed I could only take him in my arms, and between kisses murmur desperately "Please, please can we....do it...God I need you...please...please..." and my hands were roaming all over him, the feel of those little buttocks bursting through their clinging pants..feverishly I slipped a hand within his vee top to palm a nipple then cup a small breast, he was looking up at me with shining eyes as he placed a hand over mine and pressed it to him, there was silence as our mouths engaged, now he had both arms around my neck and with hands free I began to ease the garment over his hips. First his erection sprang free and I marvelled at the smoothness of his skin, he didn't need nylons...all I wanted was to position myself between those long milky white legs, to have them twine around my waist as I did my best to satisfy him, so picking him up I carried him through to the bedroom, and with his arms again round my neck and legs around my waist I eagerly began to lubricate his tight little entry. Now a thought hit me, positioned as he was....it should be an easy matter...with my back against the wall and hands beneath his buttocks....like this...his eyes are closed, I think he knows what I intend "Is this alright sweetie, will you be comfortable...?" "I won't know until you're in me - will I, so hurry up and we'll find out!" With one hand he reached behind to position me, again that glorious squeezing feeling before I popped into that tight tunnel, again I paused to savour as much as to ease things for him, I still don't know how he manages to take me....and there I stood, my delicious bundle clasped to me with my penis firmly embedded far up between his buttocks. So we settled into a neat rhythm, me lifting thighs as he gently hoisted himself with arms around my neck, essentially it was left to him to pleasure himself upon me....though I came first admittedly, the novelty of the position and different sensations were overwhelming and not helped by having his sweet little face gazing up at me as we copulated! However, before I softened I laid him on his back thrusting in and out as I vigorously masturbated him...and with cooing noises my lover came. Sometime later, reasonably composed...we tried out his new gear, I held his hand as we wandered along Kensington High Street, no reaction other than the usual heads turning as admiring males sussed him out, the occasional wolf whistle. The only diversion occurred in Barkers department store where at the cosmetics counter several of the younger girls began to titter helplessly. Fearing the worst I cornered the mature lady in charge and asked what was the problem...after some firm words with the trio concerned she returned and ever so delicately observed "Sir, you are probably not aware that when a young lady has been, well ...favoured...it may be best if she remain at home until the effects....dissipate...we females can spot the afterglow a mile off...." Much relieved I thanked the kindly soul profusely, meanwhile having overheard most of this the unfortunate elf was now turned a bright crimson...though a by now sympathetic group of young women had surrounded him and were busy darting me scornful glances...cringing I took his hand and led him from the disaster zone...only to encounter another for there in the aisle a sweet faced youngster stood in tears while his older partner tried desperately to shield and comfort him...this time it was the elf who intruded himself.....