Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2010 16:42:58 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: My Fancy What is it about him, he's nothing remarkable on the face of it, another 14 year old boy, black hair and very pale skin...hairless legs - we don't even get on particularly well - slightly built, fragile even..and then there's those huge dark eyes in that pallid face. It's when he walks though, he seems to trip along and in shorts the blue veins on those legs show through, I can't take my eyes off them because you see, I know what it feels like to run my hands up and down...thighs, calves, ankles even. I'm one of his lovers. There is one other that I know of, there could be more..everyone here is very discreet and I only discovered the other by accident, he walked in upon us as we lay entwined. Rather than reporting the incident he merely stalked off in anger, only after was I told... So what is it that attracts me to this frail boy, he's almost painfully thin, he must have something going for him since I obviously share his favours...what is it then? I remember how it started...the two of us shared a bedroom, those long Summer evenings revived happy memories of delicious times spent masturbating with other boys, that had been in the junior school. Now I simply sought another partner. At first he had been reluctant, he had lain there stiffly as I fondled his penis, only slowly did he begin to relax, eventually I wrapped his fingers around my own shaft and ... he began to move them, lethargically at first and then with greater energy as his arousal grew. A couple of nights later I paid him another visit, no attempt to resist this time and pulling down the bedclothes, I undid his pyjama cord to expose his sweet little loins. Busily I worked upon him noting this time how his body had begun to respond, as he came closer and closer to cuming so his hips began to rise and fall. It wasn't too long before I was able to remove his pyjama bottoms entirely, at my leisure I was able to feast my eyes on his loveliness..but wait, he wasn't really that attractive...so what is it? He has this fascination for me, always did have, why would I feast my eyes upon this boy..it remains a mystery but oh how I enjoyed smoothing my hands over his thighs...and he would lie there eyes closed as I took my pleasure of him. Briefly I'd return to masturbating him and his eyes would open, whispering, he'd ask me to let him cum..no way, I was literally enjoying him too much and had found ways to tease and excite his little penis without tipping him over the edge. I still don't know what it is that he has, but it excites me and I'm walking behind him, it has been a couple of weeks, we occupy our own rooms now and visiting requires caution, so immediately I'm erect as memories of our last encounter titillate my boyish hormones...and I'm randy now, very randy so how to arrange things? I have to be careful, this boy is not among my circle of friends, in the hot house atmosphere of boarding school rumour is rampant and our encounter must appear as unobtrusive as possible. Sitting in my study cubicle I pen a quick diagram crude but to the point, it depicts an erect penis and the word "you" nothing more and casually sauntering across I let the scrap of paper fall to his desk. That is all we need, and I know with utter certainty that from now and until lights out, he'll be erect and anticipating my visit. Lights out and in agony I wait several minutes until all movement ceases and then in the stillness, slowly open the door that I've so carefully oiled, out in the corridor, if spotted now - I am simply going to the toilet - then outside his door, a quick look both ways, a quick silent twist of the handle, and I'm in. I can see his eyes turned up to me, he says nothing and he will do nothing, he'll lie there as I remove the bed clothes and carefully undress him. Once undressed, he's mine, a lovely sensual toy, I can never get enough of the feel of his skin, the hairless legs...here I pause and with two fingers take the tip of his penis, playfully I bend it back and release it, his first words "Feel it near the top....then stroke it like you usually do...that's it..." Meanwhile his hand moves up and down my shaft, the session now is more akin to heavy petting with mutual masturbation thrown in, much of our time is spent running hands over each other's bodies. At some stage in our evolution we had resorted to those girly magazines as a stimulus for our play, one would get hold of a publication and use it as a pretext to lure the other to his room. Nothing was said but eventually, the charade was abandoned, neither now made any pretence as to their true needs, for me confirmation of this first came when lying face to face I began by sensuously rubbing his back with my free hand, in less than a minute he began to shudder as passion took over...and that was all I had been doing to him. It dawned on me then...that I had been making love to him and his body had automatically responded - we were indeed two of a kind, the only stimulus we needed from then on was provided by our own bodies, and I lapped it up, so did he. Now looking at him, he's aroused, as am I and I think back to smutty conversations overheard, boys boasting of their prowess with girls "I gave her finger"...now, intriguing thought, feel him, you are already fondling those buttocks, what if....? Idly I project a finger and feel for the spot, once there he catches his breath, so I simply let it circle the area...he's relaxing again and obviously enjoys it so I whisper "Do you want finger?" and the soft reply "If you like..." I was careful with the insertion, again he tensed, then relaxed, it felt strange knowing I was inside him, exciting too as I began moving my finger in and out...I was administering my first finger fuck to a boy who was enjoying it...and he enjoyed it even more when without realising - I touched upon his prostate. That very nearly ended our session, mercifully I was able to quieten him down and so continue to savour his body, here a distration came in handy, I took his penis in my mouth though with him this too had to be carefully rationed or I'd have him cum...oh bliss, and eventually of course I did let him cum..but that was much later and by then I too needed release. So what is it about this boy..that turns me on so? We aren't even friends yet we must surely be more intimate than any other couple, his body isn't special yet when I look at him, my tummy goes all funny and - I see him naked, I need to feel him beside me as I stroke him, so please, please, what is it about him? What's the matter with me?