Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 15:50:08 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Honey Trap 4

Back at the flat Michael wasted no time, pausing apologetically he asked
"Will you two be ok, if I excuse myself?"  Stevie and I exchanged
questioning glances then when we both nodded our assent, off he went with
his little friend and soon no doubt his mattress would again be given a
thorough workout.  Stevie sat and after a moment's hesitation I joined the
lovely young Eurasian whose long legs stretched so tantalisingly within
reach.  For a while we chatted quietly in a strange intimacy, we'd only met
a few hours ago so when the noises from Michael's bedroom began, we merely
exchanged complicit smiles.  However the sounds continued and there was no
doubting what was going on - and the effects on me at least were starting
to affect me physically.  I glanced at Stevie, she smiled knowingly and
reached for my hand, it was all I needed and before I knew it we were
exchanging a lingering kiss. Drawing back I looked at the girl, exquisite
face and graceful body...bare thighs, and no objection when I began to
caress her leg high between the thighs, legs parted for me and my fingers
savouring the especially soft skin in that region.  Meanwhile, sighing
contentedly Stevie leaned back upon the couch - and it was her breasts that
I noticed, so elegantly subdued in keeping with the rest of her slender
body - a model's body I reflected as I gazed upon the limpid eyed beauty
now smiling up at me.  She said nothing as I undid buttons and let a hand
slide beneath the silk, no bra and the gentlest of swellings, then the
nipple, hard, jutting and oh yes she was aroused.  Entwined we remained and
gradually it escalated, caresses more urgent and breathing coming in
gasps. I marvelled at my luck.  Pretty soon the ache in my balls became
something I couldn't ignore and I knew I'd been oozing pre cum for some
time so it seemed best to ask her "Shall we go through?"  Stevie nodded and
muttered "I think we'd better!"

There's something special about the act of guiding a willing partner to the
place where you know you will have sex with them, here I had a willowy
raven haired beauty, I was leading her by the hand and hips gracefully
undulating she followed.  Feverishly I stripped and lay back, I knew
somehow I'd be treated to a show of some sort for this girl had the looks
of a model and certainly knew how to move.  So it proved - the grace with
which she divested herself, the gradual glimpses I got of that smooth lithe
body as it emerged from beneath the silk and then finally, proud and
elegant she posed in panties alone, again I drank in her loveliness and
then with a proud flourish all was revealed and I gasped.  Incoherently I
thought, "it matched that body...perfect!" the penis was breathtakingly
exquisite, a work of art it was so beautifully formed, sculptured even, the
proportions perfect.  He stood there letting me adjust to the situation
then as I held out my arms, the soft lips parted in a smile and he swayed
to the bed, beside it he stood for my closer inspection.  I couldn't help
it, that penis, so close, so inviting, my fingers shook as I slid them up
and down its length and wonderingly I whispered "Why, you really are
lovely, so smooth, choice, all of you is - choice, everything a man could
want, it's all there isn't it and you, you're offering it to me...and I'm
going to take you, just like - a woman too...beautiful Stevie."  Then it
dawned, recognition and awe struck I gasped "You're that lovely youth...on
those rocks, God that photo made me excited...it was you wasn't it, on your
back and offering...".  He blushed modestly "Yes, that's right and you know
nothing happened because it was an offering...an offering to the right man
and I hadn't found him then..." and he fell silent. Awed, I made room,
settling down beside my young lover then after a lingering kiss lay on our
backs as we masturbated, each admiring the other as we did so, occasionally
I'd blow him a kiss and he'd pout and smile prettily, flirting with his
eyelashes.  His smooth slender body was still a source of wonder, I didn't
know that a boy could be so...well feminine yet retain his nominal gender.
It was a feeling of curious intimacy that grew upon us as we lay side by
side "How's it going?"  "Um, nice, yes very nicely thank you!"  Of course
after a while we were near cuming and neither wanted this first encounter
to end like that and so soon; by mutual agreement we switched to another
phase. Clutching his body tightly, our penises pressed together, we rolled
over and over oblivious, his kisses were near frantic now and my hands were
all over him, fondling, probing the swell of buttocks, to cup each and
savour their lush promise before letting a finger slip between - he lay
still as I slid it in and then began a gentle finger fuck.  His face
assumed a look of dreamy contentment and I felt his muscles contract around
me, so experimentally I inserted two fingers and then a third, it was tight
but....well there'd still be room and I suspected he'd been...well I wasn't
certain, his early statement indicated otherwise - but had "Mr. Right" been
in there - or was it an artefact that had been intruded to facilitate
future access?  I decided that it didn't really matter for I was convinced
we'd be a good fit.  Now there arose a problem - I hadn't any of that
'stuff' so...it couldn't be helped...over to Michael's bedroom, a brief tap
on the door.  Bedlam inside, bed clothes everywhere and two bodies still
bouncing around to giggles and moans. Briefly I explained and with a casual
gesture, he tossed the stuff to me "Keep it, got more!"

Back in the room, languidly spread legs elegantly parted and buttocks
suggestively arching up and down, Stevie's eyes lit up...."is that..stuff
we can use then?"  "Yes, now let's see" and kneeling beside the lightly
tanned body I delicately inserted a coated finger, savoured the feel of
him, then applied more, next I coated my penis.  He was tight, no question
and frankly I'd not expected this so asked "Surely, this...can't be the
first time...can it??" "First time with - a boyfriend" was the cryptic
reply.  I continued to penetrate him but with increased caution, the first
two stages well, I thought I might have hurt him but pausing after, resumed
progress until, a sigh of relief "That's better, much better now and it
feels good, the way it stretches as you go up rest of the way, this doesn't
hurt and - there, you must be in?"  In deed I was in, my pubes pressed
tight against his firm buttocks, I couldn't have gone any further.  You
know what it's like, you've just entered a boy or a man for the first time
and it's like the summit of a mountain, that burst of emotion, the feeling
of achievement while you pause to take stock.  So I gloated, the long slim
elegant body of the boy beneath me, his eagerness, the shapely buttocks
between which and into which my penis had plunged and now rested I couldn't
help but admit it "I think this, this could well be the fuck of my life"
"So don't talk, start doing it to me, just enjoy me - I want you to have
pleasure, just take me any way you want...but do it slowly, I want to
remember this."  The mood had changed, I'd been dizzy with lust, desire,
now I wanted him with a gentle yet intense yearning, another first here, my
tentative thrusts back and forth, silently he lay, knuckles showing white,
growing in confidence I varied things, shortened then lengthened the
strokes, noticed his hips raise to meet me, varied the angles and all the
while carefully seeking to control my reflexes, to prolong our lovemaking.
Stevie occasionally exclaimed something, then he'd gasp as I plunged deep,
there'd be a seeming whimper and shudder - and I knew I'd touched his
prostate, then a convulsion...and I knew he'd cum but said nothing, later
another convulsion then "Oh what have I done, to deserve this...are you
enjoying it?  I can learn to make it better you know.....would you, would
you - like that?"  In reply I said "Stevie dear, hush for now, I'm going
crazy - surely you can feel that, and after, after I'd like us to
talk...but for now...Oh God, darling...my darling...oh Christ" I was
letting go into the boy's unprotected buttocks...too late, grimly I pressed
him against me, the release was indescribable, his anal passage a delight
with muscles contracting, the warmth of him - so, this was what it felt
like - to be emotionally involved too, I groped for his penis, stroking its
smooth outlines and ran a finger around the tip, he shuddered again....and
I pressed lips to the back of his neck, once more a shudder.  Much later
and dreamily replete I asked him "So...you really want to, just settle down
- with someone?"  "Someone special, oh yes".  We drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, unannounced my wife was in the room, cautiously she assessed
the situation, took in the lovely body and sweet gentle face, then paused
only to mutter "Hmmmm!" before heading in the direction of her brother's
room, faintly I heard another "Hmmm!".

Well, I returned home, things went ok for a week or so, then there were a
series of 'phone calls, another day or so then out it came "I'm moving in
with Michael, should have done so long ago, not your fault but we've
actually been sort of an item you know, before we two met only back then,
well we had no chance but now...well we can carry it off and besides
there's little Jeremy, Jeremy green eyes.  With me around well, it sort of
provides a smoke screen - all three of us are into the sex stuff as you
know of course so it's no problem, even the same bed...."  My mind had no
trouble coming to grips with this and to be honest I wasn't surprised.
Then she went on "I'm expecting a visitor, should be about now if I
arranged things right, I've packed the stuff I need for now so..."  As the
doorbell rang she kissed me quickly and exited, in came the visitor, also
clutching baggage.  Lovely in clinging jeans and nervously radiant - there
stood Stevie.  The stuff he had looked much too heavy so I helped the boy
upstairs with it, and once there I showed him our bedroom.  Loosening his
belt and easing out of his jeans he already looked as if he belonged....not
just in that room but to me also!