Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 15:03:59 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Hunter Part 3 Sun coming in woke me earlier than usual and for a moment I wondered at the cramped confines of my bed and stiff shoulder..of course, snuggled up against me was one of the "terrific twosome" as they were known to those enjoying their favours. Tentatively I tousled his hair - he was rather sweet - and he blinked awake. Silence as he snuggled closer, then "You've got me here, let's do something, it needn't take long? Or don't you like boys?" (Giggle) Truth is I was already hard for the little devil and it wasn't long before he discovered it and before I knew what was happening he'd whipped back the bedclothes and sitting astride me neatly positioned himself above my penis. Then with a satisfied smirk he lowered himself. I could only marvel at his resilience as I fondled his erection, seen in daylight he was extremely attractive, neat trim figure, slightly plump thighs though these rather accentuated his sexiness - lush availability you could call it - and I wondered at the crass insensitivity of all those who had merely indulged themselves at his expense with a furtive buggering in the bicycle sheds or wherever. Yes, this boy had possibilities, so did his friend come to think of it, meanwhile time was running out and conscious of this factor the naked boy renewed his efforts - I noticed how he artfully contrived to massage his prostate while bobbing up and down upon my penis. Now noise was the problem...people were beginning to stir and his gasps could probably be heard through thin walls. It was truly a relief in more ways than one when he erupted and collapsed with arms around my neck, at the same time I allowed myself release and another load of fluid was pumped into his bowels - I'd have to remind him to do something about that later. Briefly I held him before firmly disengaging and swung out of bed, feet could already be heard in the corridor and next came the ring of the rising bell. Looking back I could see nothing but a large mound of bedclothes - someone was taking no chances - but as the bell receded, the bed erupted and before I could recover a naked boy was in my arms "Just a kiss? One little kiss? After all I let you do to me last night...please...pretty please?" The little horror got his way of course then first peering cautiously both ways darted along the corridor...and vanished....evidently he knew what he was doing. That evening half expecting another ambush I was surprised to find my bedroom empty, little did I know that intense discussion had resulted in the absence, with surprising maturity for 14 year olds it had been decided that rather than overstay their welcome, the two would arrange for me to have time to myself and then, only then - they would alternate their attendance.....so it happened that caught unawares two nights later I discovered the other one face down upon my bed with gleaming buttocks exposed in offering, silently I took up the invitation and sitting beside the boy ran my hands languorously across the well oiled mounds..nor was that all, casually he rose and turned onto his back and there with pyjama top wide open I saw what he'd been up to...the boy's torso and thighs gleamed with some aromatic oil, his glistening penis...felt delicious...my hands were gliding all over him, that delightful young body was made for pleasure and I was becoming carried away...though this time I couldn't care because under my ministrations he was starting to arch his back and moan, exquisite - I let my hands probe his secret places, caress erogenous zones as his hips jerked in futile thrusts. Like his friend, this boy was made for pleasure, he loved it and rather than lay back with eyes clothes he propped himself up to take in every aspect of what I was doing to him, occasionally I would hear "Oh that's nice, very nice, do it to me there...just kiss the tip, please...oh yes, yes..." and then when I lifted a shapely thigh to gain access "Ooooooh, yes there....finger me there oh lovely, lovely....God I'm getting randy...so randy...slip it in, that's it - I love a slow finger fuck.....oh God" and he shuddered, then "You like my legs, don't you? I oiled them for you too, I know how you like feeling them up....I wanted this bit to go on for as long as possible...thought the oil might turn you on, give you a better feel....do I look sexy like this?" Here he had turned on his side, glistening haunches and buttocks exposed, much in the style of "The Rokeby Venus" - it was obvious what he was offering, the night was young and I knew his body would be mine to explore whenever I chose after I'd had him, so happily I obliged. It was a lovely feeling to press that lithe oiled body to me, I couldn't resist reaching round to run a hand over taught nipples while frantically his buttocks thrust into my groin...wait a while yet little one....I still needed to enjoy the feel of him, fondle a little breast then draw it up to a pointed nipple, tweak it between fingers - and he shivers, this boy like his friend - is a choice morsel and up until now they've been wasted.....whereas I'm just about to savour the joys on offer....lift his leg and edge your body between his thighs...he's new to this position, now you don't need hands for this, just point your penis at his opening and softly thrust, he'll open for you, easily and gratefully in you sink, you go deep in just one move. Now he arches his back and sighs, a hand reaches behind and tries to draw you closer to go deeper, happy just to be in him you linger and clasp him tightly to you and there you remain, quietly savouring. It doesn't last for you feel him seeking to have his way, he wants you to pleasure him and the deep slow thrusts begin....he comes all over your blankets too carried away to notice, meanwhile you experiment deep inside him testing first this and then that angle, if he gasps...take note of what you did, use it again...he's worth it...and you have TWO of them! And again you wake with a naked boy snuggled close beside you..... I was worried, having sat my "A" levels I was finishing up in a few weeks, the terrific twosome would have to fend for themselves. Already there was consternation....from being notoriously promiscuous (or obliging...depending on your viewpoint) the two now rebuffed all attempted assignations, even the occasional grope now being off limits, and no one could understand why....and for my part I confess, I was going to miss them, grossly oversexed they might well be but they were also affectionate - and by now highly skilled lovers. I didn't know what was going on in the background of course. It happens that Dad is one of those eccentric legal professionals...he'll never be a Judge but then he wouldn't want to be, as a QC he's well situated, has a brilliant but unorthodox mind - and tends to take on cases that interest him, and what interests Dad would scare most people silly. Just occasionally he will "do favours" too...I didn't know it but two of his cronies had been at wits end over custody issues, both had clients who seemingly had the sexual appetites of frenzied rabbits and freely indulged them with each other's partners (among many others), with all parties likely to be found "unfit" as custodians....what the hell to do...and the matter would drag on, and on..... meanwhile the two boys were at boarding school with..."wait a minute, doesn't YOUR son go there??". Yes...of course, Dad agreed, documents submitted and engrossed all was settled, only being Dad he forgot to tell me. I got off the end of term train, took the Underground to Chelsea, disembarked to begin my adult life...opened the door and there looking like cats full of cream. Well, I suppose it could have been worse...I felt I owed Dad a warning though...as hands reached for my flies. "Dad! Dad! These two you've brought home, did they mention I've been shagging them these last six months?" "They look underage to me - you can't have, stop making things up!"