Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 12:04:26 +1000 From: Paul Hart Subject: The Intruder Part 1 The Intruder Part 1 I had settled here eventually after careful assessment of the various places on offer, this had pretty well everything, stable government, easy going natives and a decent climate. Thanks to a family legacy cash wasn't a problem but still, the cost of living wasn't bad either. The house I'd bought was set back from a road and bordered by dense greenery, I hadn't bothered with a fence even though the grounds of the International School lay adjacent, occasionally I heard activity as of children at play nearby but that was all, pretty peaceful really. Burried in my hobbies for a time I even disregarded sex - aside from masturbation as a necessary outlet, I'd always had a thing going for young boys but had been too cautious to explore the local opportunities as yet. Turns out I needn't have bothered, doing it with boys was deemed to be "OK" in this place - if enjoyed discreetly. It was a part of the culture. Anyway one thing about this garden of mine with all its blossom and tree cover was that it attracted all manner of bird life, a modicum of patience, stealth and a powerful zoom lens produced rewarding results...most rewarding as it happened. You see, I didn't know about the visitor, not until early one afternoon when cautiously negotiating the undergrowth with camera poised, I glimpsed unexpected movement amid the bushes, curious I approached and peering through the leaves...there he was. Glimpsing the head it seemed to be a boy, a floppy mop of fair hair disguised features that were bent peering at what looked like a booklet. It was as I glimpsed the rest of his body that I got a shock...it certainly WAS a boy, and he was naked from the waist down! Engrossed as he was in his booklet, his other hand was busy, he wasn't just masturbating but also pacing himself....a few strokes up and down, then he'd pause to fondle and caress his prick...he wanted the session to last, that was obvious. Now if I have a weakness - it is for half-naked boys, I contend that naked from the waist down a boy is far more alluring than fully naked, how old this one was it was difficult to tell, there wasn't much by way of pubic hair visible but then, he was extremely fair haired so....11, maybe 12? I remembered my camera...this would be good, a couple of still shots were followed by a brief video recording...he'd be lovely on screen. Then suddenly it all changed, probably having had enough of the thing he was looking at, the boy dropped whatever it was and turned on to his back, quickly I photographed his face in case he moved away but there was no need to hurry, closing his eyes he kept on masturbating but now he used the other hand to caress himself, lingeringly he'd stroke nipples, tummy and thighs then he arched his back and I KNEW what he was doing, his hand stayed there beneath his buttocks and....God...he must be fingering his hole....more camera shots...I noticed he'd speeded up the action with his other hand and was wriggling and thrusting his hips, his moth opened and I was close enough to hear the gasps - then a series of convulsions as he screwed up his face....and slowly subsided...and relaxed. Within minites he stirred, looked around furtively, got dressed, stuffed his booklet out of site and left - I assumed he was heading for the school. The boy's photos were stunning, the video was ravishing and then the surprise, revealed by the zoom lens was the title of the thing he was engrossed in "Men in Boys - playing hard" - it was captioned, as I looked at the camera's results I became hopelesly aroused..the sight of his lovely smooth body coupled with the things he was enjoying, well I went back to the images again and again....Once calm, I began to wonder...was he a regular visitor..and just how - did he get hold of that publication? Who had shown him how to...enjoy himself so expertly...the boy really knew what he was doing with himself and I wasn't at all surprised for his was the sort of face you sometimes, just sometimes see shining out from a Cathedral Choir or the like, hauntingly lovely but with a something extra...something that tells you there's a dormant sensuality there...that he could be...available - in the right circumstances. Personally I've always believed such boys are made for sex and this one had already demonstrated, well and truly - how much he enjoyed it...I only hoped I'd find a way of sharing things with him! I had slowly begun to have visitors, some came out of curiosity perhaps having seen my work included in the occasional documentary, the numbers steadily grew, I didn't mind, some came more than once and among these were the Smythe-Jones couple, amiable enough and amusing in their way, he was public school (I knew what that meant...having been there myself) and did something at the British embassy. Gradually I began to know people, the Smythe-Jones were included in the regular set of visitors but I didn't know that they had children, not that is until early one Saturday afternoon when they turned up with them. The shock was total, the shy unobtrusive little fellow was the same I'd filmed so thoroughly pleasuring himself in my garden! Then there was the sister, a blond little thing with a gap in her teeth. There was a reason for his attendance, the parents wondered if it were possible for their little boy to have a look at some of my wild life photos - he loved the out doors and well, this might help decide him on a career path even...I carefully inspected the boy, yes about 11 years old perhaps 12, very fair colouring and full sensuous lips...couldn't see his eyes...a frond of tousled hair covered them...but wait...he was actually peeping at me from behind that fringe then, as he realised I'd detected his gaze, with a toss of his head he revealed his profile...and posed, I swear it...tilting his head slightly this way and that for my inspection, all the while darting glances from the corner of his eye and then I noticed, the sly confident grin. I thought 'I'll have to watch this one...he's alert.' As his parents finished speaking I asked "Have you been interested in wild life and nature in general for long..? You can see some lovely things in my garden even...you'd be surprised but I have a collection of some unusual objects doing what they like best if you know what I mean...and certainly I can show them to you - if you like that is?" We agreed that his parents would pick him up later that afternoon after they done their shopping. "Lesley" was the boy's name. As his parents left, I had the feeling I was still being assessed..not that I minded for after all, I'd been assessing him and frankly my imagination was already undressing the boy. I had the uncomfortable feeling he'd guessed as much...if he had, it didn't seem to bother him. Anyway we entered my work room and I sat beside my terminal with Lesley standing to my right, was it my imagination - or did he edge closer? Various images of birds and smaller animals from the local area came up and he made appropriate comments - he obviously had read up on certain aspects of local fauna and we were able to discuss a couple of things. Again, I could swear - he had moved closer and his thigh, it was pressing against my arm! Enough was enough...I decided to force the issue "You know Lesley...these ones you're about to see are probly the loveliest images I've come across here?" He craned forward - and went rigid for a second, then immediately glanced at me..."See what I mean...isn't he a real sight?" Of course he was looking at an image of himself doing something rather private, I resumed "Isn't he lovely...and just look at this one...wow, he's REALLY enjoying himself isn't he?" There were some very loud gulps beside me then "You...won't tell, please, will you? I didn't know you were...." Realisation seemed to dawn on him that my behavior was not that of moral outrage, in fact I helped him along by placing a hand on his thigh....and I felt him relax "Now, there's this video clip...see what you think of it...I love it...I really do....he's, well beautiful isn't he...I'd love to be able to...do things with a boy like that!" His leg was starting to tremble as I let my hand slide upwards, caressing the smooth firm flesh, he was still staring at the screen yet obviously he enjoyed being felt up, my fingers were now between his legs and I could feel him "You feel lovely...you know..Do you like this sort of thing then, I mean pictures like these and what I'm doing?" He hesitated then nodded...this was fine, I had a library on removable disc, in a second I was selecting various items I'd noted...all involving young boys with older partners, some were obviously taken in public toilets, others in back laneways but all involved the subjects being fondled or penetrated by their partners...beside me he croaked "Oh wow...these are terrific, they've got me...all sexed up....look, here..." He fumbled, and his pants dropped to his knees, half turning he presented his bare midriff...no pubic hair...except a beautifully modelled penis, rigid and pointing to the sky. I gloated over the sight "Well, let's see, what we can do to help but first...let me..." and I unzipped myself then with my spare hand began to masturbate, I resumed "We can do something very nice with that, can't we?" and I immediately ducked my head and took his prick in my mouth while above me I heard the boy hiss "Oh yess, do me...do it to me, suck me.....wow...this, this - is terrific..." He still had his gaze fixed on the computer screen where a little fellow on all fours was hosting a huge penis at each end...as I sucked I planned the next move and drew back "Your parents, they'll be back soon....want to make an arrangement...in my garden...same place...and bring your magazine so we can both look?" He thought and then named a date and time...meanwhile I continued sucking but while I did so, groped his firm buttocks and finding his opening, slipped in a finger, the boy bucked and shook...he'd had a dry cum. He moved to pull his pants up but I hadn't finished, masturbating hard I drank in the sight of him and then...shot my lot, all over the carpet. Lesley looked satisfied and adjusted his clothes...impishly he remarked..."Well, I've got a date now haven't I...and you're so close to school...well how could I refuse...do you want to take some more pictures of me...now if you like?" I reckoned we had a few minutes at least, in a moment he'd dropped his pants and lifted his shirt, I noticed he was semi hard already! Lesley posed with hands on buttocks and prick thrust out.....while I clicked away...by this time I was hard again also but....there were car tires in the driveway...and...it was time....