Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 12:04:26 +1000
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: The Intruder Part 1

The Intruder  Part 1


I had settled here eventually after careful assessment of the various
places on offer, this had pretty well everything, stable government, easy
going natives and a decent climate.  Thanks to a family legacy cash wasn't
a problem but still, the cost of living wasn't bad either.  The house I'd
bought was set back from a road and bordered by dense greenery, I hadn't
bothered with a fence even though the grounds of the International School
lay adjacent, occasionally I heard activity as of children at play nearby
but that was all, pretty peaceful really.  Burried in my hobbies for a time
I even disregarded sex - aside from masturbation as a necessary outlet, I'd
always had a thing going for young boys but had been too cautious to
explore the local opportunities as yet.  Turns out I needn't have bothered,
doing it with boys was deemed to be "OK" in this place - if enjoyed
discreetly.  It was a part of the culture.  Anyway one thing about this
garden of mine with all its blossom and tree cover was that it attracted
all manner of bird life, a modicum of patience, stealth and a powerful zoom
lens produced rewarding results...most rewarding as it happened. You see, I
didn't know about the visitor, not until early one afternoon when
cautiously negotiating the undergrowth with camera poised, I glimpsed
unexpected movement amid the bushes, curious I approached and peering
through the leaves...there he was.  Glimpsing the head it seemed to be a
boy, a floppy mop of fair hair disguised features that were bent peering at
what looked like a booklet. It was as I glimpsed the rest of his body that
I got a shock...it certainly WAS a boy, and he was naked from the waist
down!  Engrossed as he was in his booklet, his other hand was busy, he
wasn't just masturbating but also pacing himself....a few strokes up and
down, then he'd pause to fondle and caress his prick...he wanted the
session to last, that was obvious. Now if I have a weakness - it is for
half-naked boys, I contend that naked from the waist down a boy is far more
alluring than fully naked, how old this one was it was difficult to tell,
there wasn't much by way of pubic hair visible but then, he was extremely
fair haired so....11, maybe 12?  I remembered my camera...this would be
good, a couple of still shots were followed by a brief video
recording...he'd be lovely on screen. Then suddenly it all changed,
probably having had enough of the thing he was looking at, the boy dropped
whatever it was and turned on to his back, quickly I photographed his face
in case he moved away but there was no need to hurry, closing his eyes he
kept on masturbating but now he used the other hand to caress himself,
lingeringly he'd stroke nipples, tummy and thighs then he arched his back
and I KNEW what he was doing, his hand stayed there beneath his buttocks
and....God...he must be fingering his hole....more camera shots...I noticed
he'd speeded up the action with his other hand and was wriggling and
thrusting his hips, his moth opened and I was close enough to hear the
gasps - then a series of convulsions as he screwed up his face....and
slowly subsided...and relaxed.  Within minites he stirred, looked around
furtively, got dressed, stuffed his booklet out of site and left - I
assumed he was heading for the school.

The boy's photos were stunning, the video was ravishing and then the
surprise, revealed by the zoom lens was the title of the thing he was
engrossed in "Men in Boys - playing hard" - it was captioned, as I looked
at the camera's results I became hopelesly aroused..the sight of his lovely
smooth body coupled with the things he was enjoying, well I went back to
the images again and again....Once calm, I began to wonder...was he a
regular visitor..and just how - did he get hold of that publication?  Who
had shown him how to...enjoy himself so expertly...the boy really knew what
he was doing with himself and I wasn't at all surprised for his was the
sort of face you sometimes, just sometimes see shining out from a Cathedral
Choir or the like, hauntingly lovely but with a something extra...something
that tells you there's a dormant sensuality there...that he could
be...available - in the right circumstances.  Personally I've always
believed such boys are made for sex and this one had already demonstrated,
well and truly - how much he enjoyed it...I only hoped I'd find a way of
sharing things with him!

I had slowly begun to have visitors, some came out of curiosity perhaps
having seen my work included in the occasional documentary, the numbers
steadily grew, I didn't mind, some came more than once and among these were
the Smythe-Jones couple, amiable enough and amusing in their way, he was
public school (I knew what that meant...having been there myself) and did
something at the British embassy.  Gradually I began to know people, the
Smythe-Jones were included in the regular set of visitors but I didn't know
that they had children, not that is until early one Saturday afternoon when
they turned up with them.  The shock was total, the shy unobtrusive little
fellow was the same I'd filmed so thoroughly pleasuring himself in my
garden!  Then there was the sister, a blond little thing with a gap in her
teeth.  There was a reason for his attendance, the parents wondered if it
were possible for their little boy to have a look at some of my wild life
photos - he loved the out doors and well, this might help decide him on a
career path even...I carefully inspected the boy, yes about 11 years old
perhaps 12, very fair colouring and full sensuous lips...couldn't see his
eyes...a frond of tousled hair covered them...but wait...he was actually
peeping at me from behind that fringe then, as he realised I'd detected his
gaze, with a toss of his head he revealed his profile...and posed, I swear
it...tilting his head slightly this way and that for my inspection, all the
while darting glances from the corner of his eye and then I noticed, the
sly confident grin.  I thought 'I'll have to watch this one...he's alert.'
As his parents finished speaking I asked "Have you been interested in wild
life and nature in general for long..?  You can see some lovely things in
my garden even...you'd be surprised but I have a collection of some unusual
objects doing what they like best if you know what I mean...and certainly I
can show them to you - if you like that is?"  We agreed that his parents
would pick him up later that afternoon after they done their shopping.
"Lesley" was the boy's name.

As his parents left, I had the feeling I was still being assessed..not that
I minded for after all, I'd been assessing him and frankly my imagination
was already undressing the boy. I had the uncomfortable feeling he'd
guessed as much...if he had, it didn't seem to bother him.  Anyway we
entered my work room and I sat beside my terminal with Lesley standing to
my right, was it my imagination - or did he edge closer? Various images of
birds and smaller animals from the local area came up and he made
appropriate comments - he obviously had read up on certain aspects of local
fauna and we were able to discuss a couple of things.  Again, I could swear
- he had moved closer and his thigh, it was pressing against my arm!
Enough was enough...I decided to force the issue "You know Lesley...these
ones you're about to see are probly the loveliest images I've come across
here?"  He craned forward - and went rigid for a second, then immediately
glanced at me..."See what I mean...isn't he a real sight?"  Of course he
was looking at an image of himself doing something rather private, I resumed
"Isn't he lovely...and just look at this one...wow, he's REALLY enjoying
himself isn't he?"  There were some very loud gulps beside me then
"You...won't tell, please, will you?  I didn't know you were...."
Realisation seemed to dawn on him that my behavior was not that of moral
outrage, in fact I helped him along by placing a hand on his thigh....and I
felt him relax "Now, there's this video clip...see what you think of it...I
love it...I really do....he's, well beautiful isn't he...I'd love to be
able to...do things with a boy like that!"  His leg was starting to tremble
as I let my hand slide upwards, caressing the smooth firm flesh, he was
still staring at the screen yet obviously he enjoyed being felt up, my
fingers were now between his legs and I could feel him "You feel
lovely...you know..Do you like this sort of thing then, I mean pictures
like these and what I'm doing?"  He hesitated then nodded...this was fine,
I had a library on removable disc, in a second I was selecting various
items I'd noted...all involving young boys with older partners, some were
obviously taken in public toilets, others in back laneways but all involved
the subjects being fondled or penetrated by their partners...beside me he
croaked "Oh wow...these are terrific, they've got me...all sexed
up....look, here..."  He fumbled, and his pants dropped to his knees, half
turning he presented his bare midriff...no pubic hair...except a
beautifully modelled penis, rigid and pointing to the sky.  I gloated over
the sight "Well, let's see, what we can do to help but first...let me..."
and I unzipped myself then with my spare hand began to masturbate, I
resumed "We can do something very nice with that, can't we?"  and I
immediately ducked my head and took his prick in my mouth while above me I
heard the boy hiss "Oh yess, do me...do it to me, suck me.....wow...this,
this - is terrific..."  He still had his gaze fixed on the computer screen
where a little fellow on all fours was hosting a huge penis at each
end...as I sucked I planned the next move and drew back "Your parents,
they'll be back soon....want to make an arrangement...in my garden...same
place...and bring your magazine so we can both look?"  He thought and then
named a date and time...meanwhile I continued sucking but while I did so,
groped his firm buttocks and finding his opening, slipped in a finger, the
boy bucked and shook...he'd had a dry cum.  He moved to pull his pants up
but I hadn't finished, masturbating hard I drank in the sight of him and
then...shot my lot, all over the carpet. Lesley looked satisfied and
adjusted his clothes...impishly he remarked..."Well, I've got a date now
haven't I...and you're so close to school...well how could I refuse...do
you want to take some more pictures of me...now if you like?"  I reckoned
we had a few minutes at least, in a moment he'd dropped his pants and
lifted his shirt, I noticed he was semi hard already!  Lesley posed with
hands on buttocks and prick thrust out.....while I clicked away...by this
time I was hard again also but....there were car tires in the
driveway...and...it was time....