Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2010 19:05:34 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Maths Tutor Part 3 The last lesson came round, I suppose I did learn some mathematics though it was hard to concentrate having his fingers at work in my lap...in the end we said our farewells but as he left he whispered "I've developed those pictures...and there might be a surprise for you... can you come around Tuesday morning, about 9 am?" It was a bit on the early side seeing that it was school holiday time but I agreed, certainly I was curious so not surprisingly I appeared at his door on the dot. This time we went straight up to his studio - and there was the surprise, I recall my comments about wanting to get my hands on a particular model perhaps about 14, he'd been lying back completely naked as he masturbated for the camera...his evident enjoyment was what turned me on then....and now the thought of it was making me.... interested.... "Ok, we can start, let's sit down where we can all get a look shall we....I think we've got some good ones here." I was sat on the outside next to the other younger boy and one by one we were passed the results of my photo session, I had no idea of how I'd look from the various angles...but it was artistic work, no doubt of that....and of course all the more erotic for it....but it was the action shots that stood out, the dildo insertion by stages was a turn on ...I was fascinated by how much he'd managed to get up me....there it was, the one where I lay back with legs wide apart as I thrust the thing up me...he'd caught the look of enjoyment too, now the other youngster chipped in "You love having it up you too don't you...I do myself when I have to...now that's sexy, very sexy" Here the photographer was thrusting up me with evident satisfaction, my own face registered gasping enjoyment as with head thrown back I muttered encouragement, now he had me positioned in various poses in each of which hands explored certain of my charms....without exception each photo revealed a boy thoroughly enjoying the attentions of an older man or...eager to exploit his own charms by any means available. Conscious of movement I looked down, my neighbour was standing bent over as his jeans were removed, still engrossed in my photos he began to jerk rhythmically - the photographer had entered him with ease and was now taking his pleasure. Not in the slightest distracted the boy continued to admire the material...tentatively, I reached for his penis...and was flashed a winsome smile so we continued, as he was being buggered I masturbated the boy...he was rather attractive I thought...my first impressions of him in that photo hadn't been wrong...and I wondered what it would be like to slip it...up him....his thighs were just by my face, ok for a feel with my other hand? Yes, they are nice, nice and firm....and he's still admiring those pictures of me, let's have a feel lower, hmmm legs are smooth too but then he is quite young, not much pubic hair either...nice penis, fits my hand nicely, wonder how much longer before he shoots up him.....I like masturbating this boy....if I stand maybe...yes, he can reach me....we're looking into each other's eyes as we do it to each other, it's a turn on to know what's happening to him behind, he's picked up a photo - one of me with a penis half way up....he's showing it to me and we both admire it, I look behind, yes he's being full stroked, its going in all the way and back - almost out - he'd be fun to do...we're probably both thinking the same thing as we grin at each other...fingers busy still, yes I do like the feel of his penis, now its erupting in little dribbles...something's happening inside him, gasps from behind, the jerking slows and panting, the photographer withdraws. Looking for approval, I receive a smiling nod...and take my place behind the boy who spreads his cheeks for me....he's highly aroused by now, those photos of me plus the servicing he's just had have got him to fever pitch....I let my hands roam his little body savouring its firm flesh, he is shivering...now to savour his delights, in I slide, so easily it's like a dream, I sink my full length between the little mounds "What a turn on, oh lovely, being done by you, so sexy in those photos....let's do it, two of you...yessss....and I want him again after...I'm so turned on.....you could both take me in turns all day...., that's it, not too slow......are you enjoying me?" I certainly was enjoying him and told him so, I also mentioned the effect that his photo had on me the other day and how I'd longed to get my hands on him...and here I was, feeling him up as I buggered him ...could I be luckier than this? Here the photographer joined in "Take your time doing him....it will give me that much longer to recover...and I do want another go at him, he's terrific isn't he?" I had to agree, the slight boy with the shapely little buttocks was anyone's wet dream - his looks seemed to be matched by his sexual appetites too, reaching round for his penis I found he was still sporadically spurting... it was sheer pleasure thrusting away, I prolonged it as much as I humanly could until a mental flash back to one of his photos tipped me over the edge...and my own shuddering release jetted into him. Happy for the moment I stepped back, the photographer returned and picking the lad up he retreated to the couch with him, now I had more entertainment for holding the boy facing away from him he parted legs, lifted one and slid up from behind, I was presented with a full frontal view as I watched the young man's penis slide in and out, happily I fondled myself as I settled back to watch, the boy was rapt for now the man was masturbating him too, eventually it had to happen, the youngster began to cum...and he seemed to keep going....head thrown back and panting I watched as thin streams shot from his eager penis, shortly after the photographer collapsed spent...all I could do was ease the boy from his lap.....and slip my penis up him, I was too excited to do anything else... "OK, but make it a quick one......" and languidly his buttocks began to stir....so before I left - eventually - arrangements were made...to keep in touch.