Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 21:33:40 +1000 From: Lawrence Bradman Subject: The Opportunist Part 1 The Opportunist Part 1 I've always been incredibly quick to take advantage, even from a young age I found that it could pay huge dividends and being gay I had to be that extra alert for opportunity, not that I actually accepted that I was gay of course, I just knew that I enjoyed boys' bottoms and bare legs, you know how it is when an attractive boy wearing shorts sits beside you? Mentally I let my hand slip inside the leg to feel his smooth thigh, maybe I'll envision myself easing him back to lie flat while I get to work with buttons or zippers....and just occasionally, it will actually happen. Tristram was new to the area and new to our school, it didn't take the others long to suss out the fact that he was a "mummy's boy" either, I wasn't going to intervene but then I noticed he had a pert little bottom and nicely formed legs, his complexion too was unusually clear for a fourteen year old and then I glimpsed the tear stained face - and that did it, for he was really rather pretty! I'm large for my age and have a rather sharp tongue, amid half hearted protests the others grudgingly backed off and left me alone with him. I introduced myself and exercised a bit of the charm, perhaps the way most boys would behave with an attractive girl who'd been picked on by undesirables. Tristram was wary, of course he was but hesitantly allowed me to sit beside him on the bench where he'd been quietly sobbing....this close up I was able to give him a careful once-over. Dabbing his eyes with an immaculate hanky I noticed his long delicate fingers - then wondered how long it would take to have them fondling my prick...but first things first, I introduced myself whereupon he extended a hand which I took but was in no hurry to relinquish. He either didn't care or hadn't noticed, absently I began to stroke his fingers at which he did take note looking up at me with startled eyes...but he didn't withdraw that hand. Slowly information emerged, yes they were new in the area - his Mum had just sort of...split with Dad and now wanted to start afresh, why here he had no idea but it seemed she didn't know anyone...which I later reckoned was probably the reason. From time to time I glanced at the bare thighs beside me...yes, nice, lovely smooth skin, pretty well hairless, too soon to make a move on him I thought, he was timid...but how timid? He'd noticed my glances and those soft cheeks were now flushing pink....still, I guessed he'd had no experience to date. I asked "Do you have any brothers or sisters Tristram? "No" was the reply, "it's just me and mum". Yes, definitely a mummy's boy and then there were his lips, full, naturally coloured and slightly parted, little pearly teeth exposed...but it was his legs that really got my attention. I was still holding his hand and now gave it a squeeze "I think I'd like us to be friends, we'll wait and see of course but tell you what, let's meet again, in a nice quiet place, it can be so noisy here and yes, I have something in mind, if you like we can meet back here and then...go on to this other place? After recess, about two o' clock." A thought crossed my mind "Oh Tristram...do you have a girlfriend?" Again that blush then a stammered "NnnnNo, it's only mum and me..." Just as I thought but I had to be sure. Tristram had obviously survived the two classes but looked a bit frazzled, I watched the graceful sway of his hips as he approached the bench then rose to greet him. "Glad you made it" I told him "I'm so looking forward to us being friends, now I'll show you this special, secret place I know of, ready?" He nodded brightly and we ambled off. In the corner of the grounds there was an old Tudor archway with inset postern, decrepit and sadly decayed but if entry through the creaky door were forced, you found yourself in some ruined cloisters, overgrown and crumbling but offering secret niches galore, strictly out of bounds of course but just what I wanted. Tristram was fascinated and prone to dawdling so taking him by the hand I led him on, he followed unprotesting. Eventually I settled for a discreetly hidden alcove, still holding his hand in mine as we came to a halt "What do you think of this then, isn't it sort of special....?" He looked around and then back at me "Could be sort of spooky but....I like it, holding your hand...it's sort of - romantic" and he giggled with embarrassment "Sort of makes me feel romantic too, but there's only us here" and his voice trailed off uncertainly as that pink flush appeared once more. This was my moment "Me too, but I'm with you and, and yes it's romantic...and I think you're pretty, very pretty" He was staring at me wide-eyed as I drew him to me unresisting "Ever been kissed before Tristram?" He mumbled "No, no...only mum..." Ever so gently I brushed his lips with mine, lingered for a while then began probing with my tongue... uncertain at first and hesitant, his mouth opened and our tongues met...I felt him shudder. As I snogged Tristram I dropped a hand to his crotch, a bulge encouraged me to work on his belt, unzipping wasn't enough for me by then, I wanted his pants around his ankles, the smooth texture of his underwear surprised me, and a quick glance confirmed it - they were silk and embroidered with lace...wow I had really struck gold with this one and ever so carefully I eased them down over his smooth flanks. His penis was revealed, beautifully formed and erect, "Oh Tristram" I sighed "It's lovely, here let me feel" and as delicately as I could began to fondle and caress the tip of his little prick "Keep kissing me.....please....you don't mind my knickers then?" "No, I certainly don't mind them, they are lovely, just right for you but, but don't let anyone else see them, best not wear them for school at all" My hands had moved on to his smooth haunches, then to his perfectly moulded buttocks..."Tristram, I think we can have lots of fun together, you like this, don't you?" The delicate boy nodded and sighed "You know, I've been dreaming of this...I've wanted a boyfriend....so much...here let me have yours, please..." and those long delicate fingers I'd admired earlier began to manipulate my prick - with what I can only describe as a woman's touch. Tristram didn't know how to masturbate, so I showed him...the look on his pretty face as he came made it all worth while...and I knew I had him hooked....and the more I thought about it, he too was just what I'd been looking for....I foresaw lots and lots of fun ahead, besides he was - sort of...very cute, yes and half naked those legs of his looked even more alluring!