Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 15:50:08 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Honey Trap 4 Back at the flat Michael wasted no time, pausing apologetically he asked "Will you two be ok, if I excuse myself?" Stevie and I exchanged questioning glances then when we both nodded our assent, off he went with his little friend and soon no doubt his mattress would again be given a thorough workout. Stevie sat and after a moment's hesitation I joined the lovely young Eurasian whose long legs stretched so tantalisingly within reach. For a while we chatted quietly in a strange intimacy, we'd only met a few hours ago so when the noises from Michael's bedroom began, we merely exchanged complicit smiles. However the sounds continued and there was no doubting what was going on - and the effects on me at least were starting to affect me physically. I glanced at Stevie, she smiled knowingly and reached for my hand, it was all I needed and before I knew it we were exchanging a lingering kiss. Drawing back I looked at the girl, exquisite face and graceful body...bare thighs, and no objection when I began to caress her leg high between the thighs, legs parted for me and my fingers savouring the especially soft skin in that region. Meanwhile, sighing contentedly Stevie leaned back upon the couch - and it was her breasts that I noticed, so elegantly subdued in keeping with the rest of her slender body - a model's body I reflected as I gazed upon the limpid eyed beauty now smiling up at me. She said nothing as I undid buttons and let a hand slide beneath the silk, no bra and the gentlest of swellings, then the nipple, hard, jutting and oh yes she was aroused. Entwined we remained and gradually it escalated, caresses more urgent and breathing coming in gasps. I marvelled at my luck. Pretty soon the ache in my balls became something I couldn't ignore and I knew I'd been oozing pre cum for some time so it seemed best to ask her "Shall we go through?" Stevie nodded and muttered "I think we'd better!" There's something special about the act of guiding a willing partner to the place where you know you will have sex with them, here I had a willowy raven haired beauty, I was leading her by the hand and hips gracefully undulating she followed. Feverishly I stripped and lay back, I knew somehow I'd be treated to a show of some sort for this girl had the looks of a model and certainly knew how to move. So it proved - the grace with which she divested herself, the gradual glimpses I got of that smooth lithe body as it emerged from beneath the silk and then finally, proud and elegant she posed in panties alone, again I drank in her loveliness and then with a proud flourish all was revealed and I gasped. Incoherently I thought, "it matched that body...perfect!" the penis was breathtakingly exquisite, a work of art it was so beautifully formed, sculptured even, the proportions perfect. He stood there letting me adjust to the situation then as I held out my arms, the soft lips parted in a smile and he swayed to the bed, beside it he stood for my closer inspection. I couldn't help it, that penis, so close, so inviting, my fingers shook as I slid them up and down its length and wonderingly I whispered "Why, you really are lovely, so smooth, choice, all of you is - choice, everything a man could want, it's all there isn't it and you, you're offering it to me...and I'm going to take you, just like - a woman too...beautiful Stevie." Then it dawned, recognition and awe struck I gasped "You're that lovely youth...on those rocks, God that photo made me excited...it was you wasn't it, on your back and offering...". He blushed modestly "Yes, that's right and you know nothing happened because it was an offering...an offering to the right man and I hadn't found him then..." and he fell silent. Awed, I made room, settling down beside my young lover then after a lingering kiss lay on our backs as we masturbated, each admiring the other as we did so, occasionally I'd blow him a kiss and he'd pout and smile prettily, flirting with his eyelashes. His smooth slender body was still a source of wonder, I didn't know that a boy could be so...well feminine yet retain his nominal gender. It was a feeling of curious intimacy that grew upon us as we lay side by side "How's it going?" "Um, nice, yes very nicely thank you!" Of course after a while we were near cuming and neither wanted this first encounter to end like that and so soon; by mutual agreement we switched to another phase. Clutching his body tightly, our penises pressed together, we rolled over and over oblivious, his kisses were near frantic now and my hands were all over him, fondling, probing the swell of buttocks, to cup each and savour their lush promise before letting a finger slip between - he lay still as I slid it in and then began a gentle finger fuck. His face assumed a look of dreamy contentment and I felt his muscles contract around me, so experimentally I inserted two fingers and then a third, it was tight but....well there'd still be room and I suspected he'd been...well I wasn't certain, his early statement indicated otherwise - but had "Mr. Right" been in there - or was it an artefact that had been intruded to facilitate future access? I decided that it didn't really matter for I was convinced we'd be a good fit. Now there arose a problem - I hadn't any of that 'stuff' so...it couldn't be helped...over to Michael's bedroom, a brief tap on the door. Bedlam inside, bed clothes everywhere and two bodies still bouncing around to giggles and moans. Briefly I explained and with a casual gesture, he tossed the stuff to me "Keep it, got more!" Back in the room, languidly spread legs elegantly parted and buttocks suggestively arching up and down, Stevie's eyes lit up...."is that..stuff we can use then?" "Yes, now let's see" and kneeling beside the lightly tanned body I delicately inserted a coated finger, savoured the feel of him, then applied more, next I coated my penis. He was tight, no question and frankly I'd not expected this so asked "Surely, this...can't be the first time...can it??" "First time with - a boyfriend" was the cryptic reply. I continued to penetrate him but with increased caution, the first two stages well, I thought I might have hurt him but pausing after, resumed progress until, a sigh of relief "That's better, much better now and it feels good, the way it stretches as you go up rest of the way, this doesn't hurt and - there, you must be in?" In deed I was in, my pubes pressed tight against his firm buttocks, I couldn't have gone any further. You know what it's like, you've just entered a boy or a man for the first time and it's like the summit of a mountain, that burst of emotion, the feeling of achievement while you pause to take stock. So I gloated, the long slim elegant body of the boy beneath me, his eagerness, the shapely buttocks between which and into which my penis had plunged and now rested I couldn't help but admit it "I think this, this could well be the fuck of my life" "So don't talk, start doing it to me, just enjoy me - I want you to have pleasure, just take me any way you want...but do it slowly, I want to remember this." The mood had changed, I'd been dizzy with lust, desire, now I wanted him with a gentle yet intense yearning, another first here, my tentative thrusts back and forth, silently he lay, knuckles showing white, growing in confidence I varied things, shortened then lengthened the strokes, noticed his hips raise to meet me, varied the angles and all the while carefully seeking to control my reflexes, to prolong our lovemaking. Stevie occasionally exclaimed something, then he'd gasp as I plunged deep, there'd be a seeming whimper and shudder - and I knew I'd touched his prostate, then a convulsion...and I knew he'd cum but said nothing, later another convulsion then "Oh what have I done, to deserve this...are you enjoying it? I can learn to make it better you know.....would you, would you - like that?" In reply I said "Stevie dear, hush for now, I'm going crazy - surely you can feel that, and after, after I'd like us to talk...but for now...Oh God, darling...my darling...oh Christ" I was letting go into the boy's unprotected buttocks...too late, grimly I pressed him against me, the release was indescribable, his anal passage a delight with muscles contracting, the warmth of him - so, this was what it felt like - to be emotionally involved too, I groped for his penis, stroking its smooth outlines and ran a finger around the tip, he shuddered again....and I pressed lips to the back of his neck, once more a shudder. Much later and dreamily replete I asked him "So...you really want to, just settle down - with someone?" "Someone special, oh yes". We drifted off to sleep. Next morning, unannounced my wife was in the room, cautiously she assessed the situation, took in the lovely body and sweet gentle face, then paused only to mutter "Hmmmm!" before heading in the direction of her brother's room, faintly I heard another "Hmmm!". Well, I returned home, things went ok for a week or so, then there were a series of 'phone calls, another day or so then out it came "I'm moving in with Michael, should have done so long ago, not your fault but we've actually been sort of an item you know, before we two met only back then, well we had no chance but now...well we can carry it off and besides there's little Jeremy, Jeremy green eyes. With me around well, it sort of provides a smoke screen - all three of us are into the sex stuff as you know of course so it's no problem, even the same bed...." My mind had no trouble coming to grips with this and to be honest I wasn't surprised. Then she went on "I'm expecting a visitor, should be about now if I arranged things right, I've packed the stuff I need for now so..." As the doorbell rang she kissed me quickly and exited, in came the visitor, also clutching baggage. Lovely in clinging jeans and nervously radiant - there stood Stevie. The stuff he had looked much too heavy so I helped the boy upstairs with it, and once there I showed him our bedroom. Loosening his belt and easing out of his jeans he already looked as if he belonged....not just in that room but to me also!