Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 15:30:52 +0800 (WST) From: The Pin Subject: The school prize He is starting to make those noises, we don't realise it when we get really carried away and intense pleasure does have that effect - the trouble is, he can probably be heard down the corridor and that will never do, so letting my now expert fingers pause what they are doing to him, I reflect for a moment....meanwhile he's totally under my control - at my fingertips - literally! Have to admit though - he probably has me around his finger - literally too! When I first arrived it was immediately obvious that one boy stood out among all the others, it wasn't just his blond hair, blue eyes nor the fact that his lovely creamy complexion only accentuated those full red pouting lips, it wasn't his silky smooth haunches either that cried out for attention or the proud plump buttocks - he simply exuded luscious sex and the promise of pleasure. However, there was one snag - we all knew he was spoken for because according to the grapevine he had a nightly visitor one who casting discretion aside would invariably proceed to couple with him, fiercely and to their mutual satisfaction - or so the story went. This was to suddenly change though for right at the start of next term that nocturnal admirer appeared with red rimmed eyes and in tears, somehow the blond angel's parents had fathomed those assignations and reported the matter to the school, the transgressing older boy was gone shortly after. Warned, from then on we all kept a safe distance,although some more foolhardy or desperate than others would attempt a half hearted approach - to be firmly rebuffed. Meanwhile, I had not been neglecting my own affairs, enjoyment was there for the taking nor did I have to try very hard, often I'd feel my buttocks furtively groped or more often a hand insinuated up gym shorts, you know the electric thrill you get feeling fingers inching up between your thighs and the pleasure when they find their goal and the serious fondling begins? So of course these approaches were never resisted for I found myself learning from each encounter beside which I enjoyed it. The real fun was to be had by experimentation on another's body, how long could the panting boy be held on the brink for example? This was aside from the other obvious stratagems such as preliminaries involving lubricated fingers so a couple of years passed until - I'd probably had or been had by just about every boy I was interested in. "Just about"...and that was it, I couldn't stop thinking about him but one thing I realised very clearly - no ordinary approach would do and I'd have to be very careful! Deceitful perhaps but not entirely feigned I developed a no-nonsense friendship with my blond, trust was slowly established and using that new intimacy I concentrated on a program of casual contact, if together in my room my hand might accidentally brush his thigh, a hand might linger longer than normal on an arm, carefully I worked away. I first realised I might be getting somewhere when leaning side by side out of his window we both glanced at each other - and he blushed before turning away. Later that day when both were stooped over a text book open on my desk, I companionably draped an arm across his shoulders and - he looked up at me - and smiled! Now of course I couldn't rush things, so far the signs were excellent but one false move could bring disaster, this boy was sex personified and with luck I could soon be doing all sorts of delightful things with and to him...easy does it! The breakthrough came suddenly, again leaning out of the window our bodies touched - and he didn't draw away. Scarcely breathing and ever so gently I raised an arm over and across his body to pull us closer. Again he never flinched and now emboldened but still with utmost caution began a slow massage of his shoulders. Time ceased until slowly his head turned and ... those lovely lips were pouting in a little smile to expose those glorious pearly teeth. It was now that instinct took over, no gross groping or other crass move but lifting my hand I gently began to caress his cheek, the response was more than I'd hoped for because straightening, there he stood pressed up against me, breath coming in short gasps through those now parted teeth. So naturally and without hesitation - I kissed him long and lingeringly, as I did so I could feel him start to unwind and scarcely believing my luck felt something hard pressing against my thigh! However, I still kept my hands above his waist since caution warned me that one false move could wreck things. So it was that gently withdrawing we faced each other, both flushed and smiling happily "What are we going to do? he asked "This is too good to rush, I just want to kiss you some more" I replied not untruthfully So, there was silence again until "I don't know about you but if we don't do something soon I'll be in agony!" I heard to my amazement This was something I hadn't counted on since the sudden capitulation had caught me off guard, there was only one possible solution and that was Matron's laundry room and Wednesday afternoons I knew she had off...which gave us at least a couple of hours but would that be long enough? Well, it was an emergency and frankly both simply needed to defuse the enormous sexual tension that had built up in each and somewhere safe to do it so - it was with relief that safe behind closed doors we stood facing one another, here my new lover hesitated "Its been so long since I've done this.." he started I said nothing but tenderly reached out to release him from his trousers, then reverently clasping his penis began the rhythm of love as only a boy can administer it to another boy. In silence he stood there while my expert ministrations quickened his breathing until...I felt trembling fingers at my zip, he fumbled then found and slowly at first but lovingly and skilfully began pleasuring me. I've had women fondle me since - often for hours on end - but truthfully I can say that in my experience nothing gives more pleasure than being felt up or masturbated by another male - at the very thought of this my penis becomes erect and if a man isn't around.....I can pretend it's you that's doing this to me - can't I - mmmm, that feels good..let me move my hips, there....can you reach? That's it! Again we pressed our lips together, hands quickened and then we came one after the other. Quietly removing tell tale traces and in conspiratorial whispers we both expressed gratitude for the relief, it turned out though that we both had thoughts on what was to come for, holding him close I whispered "what about tonight?" "I'll come to your room" was the matter of fact announcement I was now thunderstruck, how things had progressed in what was probably less than an hour? The monastic recluse was now the delicious wanton just as nature had intended, it just showed how patience and some empathy could pay dividends....I had just won the prize of prizes, that chaste beauty dreamed of by hundreds of boys over the years! The rest of the afternoon and evening went past in eager anticipation, whenever I met my new prize he'd blush and look away - would anyone notice I agonised? I needn't have worried, my senses were simply abnormally heightened by excitement and sending the strangest signals, all I had to do was survive the next few hours and.... Quietly my door opened, in slipped his shadowy figure and there beside my bed he stood poised hesitating. I realised he was nervous so, reaching out with one hand I undid his pyjama cord then sat on the side of my bed facing him and with both hands reverently began to undress him...down the garment came, first as his eager young loins thrust into view - I kissed his penis - and then those smooth soft thighs glistened in the moonlight, down over his knees, down past those lovely legs - I caressed them as I went - until there he stood before me, gloriously half naked and aroused. Now in my experience - which by then was considerable - the best way to enjoy a boy is like this, he's half naked (VERY sexy in itself!) and sitting in front of him if he's standing lets you feel him up pretty thoroughly! Further as you are doing this it takes but an instant to pull him to you and take his penis in your mouth while fingering his anus - I love running my tongue over a smooth swelling tip as I give some boy a thorough fondling - and this was no ordinary boy. My darling was already moaning! I had to put a stop to this so, quite deliberately I stood and still fondling his penis, placed my lips on his so that as he subsided I could lead him onto the bed where still highly aroused my angel lay waiting for whatever I intended doing with him. I didn't follow the obvious course of action, remember I'd hit the jackpot here, many boys would literally fight for him since he absolutely exuded sex and above all - no one had had him for years! I wasn't going to rush things, oh no, so as he lay watching me I lay beside him propped upon one elbow and ever so gently let my free hand caress him, up and down, all over those glorious jutting nipples, tracing a path down that smooth tummy to give feather caresses to that lovely penis, slowly up and down the shaft, stroking, caressing, then on to those thighs - so lovely and smooth, feeling up his legs, bending to suck a nipple then pressing lips again to his...not until I'd thoroughly explored and pleasured that gorgeous body did I reach to the shelf above. Slowly I lowered the jar of Vaseline, holding it up before him I asked "yes?" "Yes" was all he said, pretty lips parted to show those white teeth Carefully I poked my penis into the jar and thrust with my hips, still watching him I withdrew and thrust again in simulated penetration then withdrew my glistening load as his breath quickened. On my knees I approached him - it seemed appropriate too - and raised those lovely legs high. Taking a scoop, with fingers enveloped I reverentially found and anointed his offered entry, carefully I applied the lubricant to the precious opening trying to ensure ease of entry until ready, we both paused before the next step "It's been a while since...." he didn't finish but I knew what he meant. On my knees between my lover's raised legs I was to use utmost delicacy, have you noticed that when you enter a boy it is always different, the only hard and fast rule is to be gentle with each? Here I was being particularly careful - I'd heard rumours of the rough treatment he'd received and had no intention of bringing back bad memories so, leaning forward and carefully placing myself for smooth entry, at the same time I began to slowly caress his lovely penis where it lay positioned between us. In no hurry I gazed into his eyes as I fondled him below, hopelessly aroused we lay there just biding our time - and relaxing, the way it should be as I continued pleasuring him. Then, ever so slowly I began to lean forward, still gazing into my lover's eyes, I watched as they grew round with the intrusion, I relished the slow lingering progress of penetration for this was a very special boy I was entering, one lusted after by countless others yet only giving himself to me! Slowly, slowly in I eased, once he gave a little gasp quickly silenced by a hurried kiss until - what an achievement, I was in him at last, fully in the blond darling and could now pause to relish him! Resting there for a minute or two I stole a glance - there was a questioning look on his lovely face so without further delay I began paying homage to his gloriously tight love passage - oh how many would give their all to be in my place? Of course, when taking a boy of this beauty one doesn't rush things no matter what the temptation, it helps if you can let your mind go blank for if you begin to even think of the luscious youth you are engrossed with that's it, you will come before you know it! The problem was, I couldn't take my eyes off his face, even in the half light I could detect the wet gleam of parted lips and eyes wide with enjoyment ...and that of course did it for shuddering uncontrollably and nearly blacking out in the process - against all my will power - I came in the darling. After a while and with the return of a semblance of rationality, wonder of wonders, I found myself being gently consoled by the lush beauty - a lingering kiss was proffered as I relaxed upon that smooth heaving chest, joyfully spent I let my fingers wander - to find him still erect. In some ways it is a curse, having a 16 year old's hormones for as he continued his caresses the inevitable happened and mindful of the fact that he lay there still unsated I again reached for the Vaseline - amused at the expression in his eyes and eager smile I renewed the application, there's no way I wanted to discomfort this new treasure! This time I rolled him on to his side, it is a position far more effective for what I'd intended since with careful thrusts the angle of your penis can be used to massage the boy's prostate - and this is what I set about doing. No more than half an hour of this and I felt the angel begin to quiver, reaching round I began making love to his penis as I plunged in and out behind, his knees jerked, little gasps uttered then louder, with frantic arms around him I hurriedly finished him off before someone came to investigate, mind you intent on what I was doing to him I couldn't really care what happened but still if there were to be other times....? So, here we are, I have him beneath me my hips bucking as I rhythmically dart in and out between those beautiful buttocks, his passage still tight from those years of neglect now being harvested by my eager penis, now his mewing sounds of pleasure as he gasps out my name then "Oh God, Oh God, why didn't we do this before? Oh yes, yes!" and once more I relish the feel of that creamy smooth skin beneath my hands as with all my skill I pleasure my lovely prize!