Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2011 14:32:01 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Honey Trap 2 Eventually my wife's visits to the "Big City" ceased, a few times she'd returned agitated and with that particular glitter of excitement I'd noted previously, likewise I'd also reaped the benefits from her heightened sexuality. I knew what she'd been up to of course but strangely enough wasn't too fussed, truth to admit I rather enjoyed her subsequent "confessions" which sounded more like scripts of porno films - if they actually have such. Most men I know have fantasies of their wives being had by others, some even imagine themselves viewing the action or even assisting but for me it was sufficient that she did it with her ostensibly gay brother. This alone added that extra kinky thrill to the situation. Memory of these events receded, a year or so passed, when we met neither her brother nor I even bothered to raise the subject - each assuming that the other knew that the other knew so to speak and so relations remained amicable. Then came the job switch, I was in another area where travel interstate was a regular requirement, inconvenient though this was at times financially we were reasonably compensated by way of travel allowance and if we wished to save on this in any way, well it was left to us and we were free to retain the unexpended balance. Inevitably, it became my turn to visit the adjoining State capital and it made perfect sense that I also avail myself of my brother-in-law's hospitality. These were early days, the PC had been around for a few years and its use had caught on in many homes. The Internet however was something else, it was in its fledgling stages, slow and frustrating, most had not bothered to acquire access. Some like my brother-in-law Michael would experiment and so it was that late one evening I stood beside him while he attempted to demonstrate the versatility of this new toy. Patience was needed, reluctantly screens would turn over, line by line images would load sometimes to halt part way, things called "Billboards" would appear and Michael selecting one that he knew suited his specialist needs would demonstrate this new form of interaction. Sometimes it worked. Soon it became obvious that he knew how to navigate this system for those pages and sites visited one and all exhibited a homoerotic element. I suspected he was trying to adjust me slowly to accept the status quo as well as prepare me for more to follow. He needn't have bothered since although years had passed, as a youngster I had enjoyed homosexual activities with other boys and even experimented subsequently - and found that my orientation was predominantly heterosexual....which didn't mean that I'd blanked out some rather fond memories, all of which happened to predate my marriage! I suppose figuratively things on screen became hotter and hotter, tending to confirm my suspicions so I stood and silently observed as images appeared, young men revealingly dressed, sultry lips pouting, jeans conveniently low slung, the bulge of neat buttock through tight denim shorts and best of all those really young ones, school boys with bare legs parted and glimpse up-thigh. In fact, discreetly I was rather enjoying this introduction to the Internet so in some ways it was no great shock when we came to a seaside scene, though in other ways the effects were perhaps just as drastic. A smoothly surfaced rock platform stood beset by gentle surf and waves, the distant beach a glimpse yet too far for any detailed observation, a promontory somewhere, remote and secluded. Was it some pagan ceremony in progress - no at least not in the accepted sense - for upon that surface was an offering. He was in his late teens perhaps, probably of Eurasian descent since I could glimpse that beauty for which they are justly famed, slender waisted with an elegant body to match, well...the boy faced upward, beneath him the rock, hands outstretched behind they lifted his torso high while with knees bent and back arched, his hips lifted high and level with raise shoulders. He was an offering I thought, perhaps to some lucky, lucky sea God for his knees were spread wide, wide enough for some eager supplicant to approach and press close between, and loveliest of all, his penis, beautiful elegant and gloriously erect it beckoned. So the boy posed, head hanging back, lips parted in sensuous smile and eyes closed. I gazed and speculated, God! To do it I thought, you'd need to kneel between his thighs and then....ease it up, up into him from below but first. First you'd want a feel, a long feel, perhaps support him with one arm beneath that waist as you did it and then, God, you wouldn't want to hurry it, once you were in, you'd have both hands on his hips, and help support him that way and why then, you would take your time, oh he was lovely, yes I wanted to get my hands on that boy, oh yes! Michael, seemingly without thought, flicked on to the next image which slowly began to load, involuntarily I exclaimed in brief protest, he paused. "Shall I go back?" he asked casually, far too casually. Too late now I thought, "Yes please....I was wondering how you'd well, access him like that?" Michael raised an eyebrow then outlined the method I'd already surmised. Together we paused and I decided to voice what he already knew "He's fabulous isn't he and in that pose...on offer like that?" "Yes he makes me randy too" more silence as we absorbed the lovely body on display, the penis seemed more and more inviting the longer I looked. Michael broke the silence by softly asking "and what do you think you would like to do with him"...truthfully I replied "Just getting my hands on him and feeling him up would be terrific...I mean he'd offering himself like that, it's too good to refuse and you know what I'd end up doing to him...or would like to!" Michael's reply was "Yes, me too, I wonder if you're as randy as I am?" and casually the back of his hand brushed between his legs "Oooh, you are hard, here, feel me!" I had no problem with this and gave him a full feel, oh yes, no question about him either, and then he murmured "It wasn't THAT, the picture that did this you know....you've probably guessed that anyway?" Yes I'd guessed - and didn't mind in the least because when you are as excited as I was just then, it didn't matter. I let my hand stay where it was and began to tease, he in turn began running his own hand up and down my thigh, something I recalled having enjoyed in the past. I broke the silence after a while, reaching for his zip and feeling the hot flesh, it seemed appropriate "Do you....want to...do anything then? Like, you know?" He was trying to broach the subject delicately and here it came "My sister...told me...that you'd um, done this before, at school but only once after, so it has been quite a while then?" I nodded, he continued "Well, here's what I've got, it's quite a powerful anaesthetic cream, we'll make sure it's properly applied before we start anything!" Trust a gay Doctor to have the appropriate stuff, I thought. I followed Michael down the hall, there was his bed - the same one on which he and my wife had - er, well indulged themselves so frantically, not so very long ago and there before it I paused to slowly shed my own clothes...as her brother looked on. What followed was an interesting experience, as well as being very skilled, he was highly energetic, for I found myself being used in all sorts of positions, positions that changed with bewildering rapidity. Not only that, he seemed inexhaustible for after maybe twenty minutes or so I felt him cum, almost without pausing, he'd resume then cum again and - I began to lose track. He paused, seized the ointment, and applied more, numb between the buttocks I sensed his fingers probing but nothing much more...then he resumed, and this time I felt his penis travel up...I used to enjoy the act of penetration, you know how it feels, the staged entry as he first passes the threshold, then a delay and with a little pressure, then next and he's in, the glorious relief to feel his penis expanding you as it travels up? Here I missed the feel of those first stages and probably just as well for, while of average size no more, his penis had been in and out of me for some considerable time and without that cream I'd doubtless be begging for mercy. Michael showed no signs of stopping either, he was using me I supposed much as he had his sister and I marvelled at her resilience. There was by now a sticky feel to his sheets, I'd involuntarily cum a couple of times whereas his own discharge could be felt around my buttocks and thighs...again I thanked God for that cream and then it dawned, those same anaesthetic properties were doubtless desensitising his penis and of course, he'd keep using me until...I shuddered ...but it WAS rather enjoyable, even after having cum a couple of times, knowing the pleasure that my body was providing this highly experience man above me...and to the side etc....remained a turn on so, it was with actual regret that I felt him finally shudder, linger, then slowly withdraw, and there he lay breathing heavily while I ruminatively muttered "Michael, I'm going to need that cream in me, tomorrow too aren't I? I'll be needing to walk in to the office you know?" A giggle then "Don't worry, I'll give you the tube..." and then wickedly "Oh yes, and a script, so you can get more when you go home, you might want to use it on...." I knew very well what he meant - and smiled.