Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:48:06 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Maths Tutor Part 4

Now it was back to school....one more surprise awaited, as I made my way to
the station a familiar figure ran up, it was the youngster I had met in the
Tutor's studio ..here he held out a neat brown paper package..

"Wait until you're alone before you open it...or at least be certain its
someone 'special' you have with you!" and here he giggled, bewildered I
popped it into my overnight bag thanking him, then he continued

"No one to see you off...mind if I come down?" and he smiled prettily

I had no problem at all...of course I should have realised.....it was the
platform toilets, no wonder I was being furtively urged to follow..well,
not a bad way to round off the holidays I supposed, as squeezed into a
cubicle we dropped our trousers.  There's something very companionable
about playing with another boy's penis while he fondles yours, we stood
opposite one another as our eyes locked, both with hands busy we grinned a
cosy satisfied smile, the sort of smile you get when that warm sexy feeling
starts down below...we knew the effect we were having on each other and
that made it all the more enjoyable of course

"You've got my address then?"

"No chance of losing it, think I want to miss - this?  You're too bloody
good at it, you know exactly what spots get me going...if I didn't have a
deadline we could be here all afternoon, we certainly know how to make it
last don't we?"

"MMmm, sexy, really feeling warm and sexy, just feel me for a bit....like
that..around the top, yesssss...I love that...keep going...you don't know
what you're doing to me....shhh, someone's coming!" so we worked away in
silence, both with conspiratorial grins until the intruder left.  Realising
time was passing I quickened the pace, he likewise matched me and I watched
as he began to frown, his eyes narrowed and lips parted, a low gasp from
one of us, quivering, each clutched at the other for support as right hands
became a blur...and glorious release.  Regaining breath and retrieving
trousers we mopped up...that done..it was time for farewell and as he stood
there resignedly, I kissed him full on the lips.  Out on the platform he
was unusually quiet

"I'll miss you....think I'd better be off now!" and he rushed away up the
stairs and regretfully I watched the little figure vanish.

Notwithstanding rampant curiosity, I resisted temptation...the warning had
actually alerted me as to its contents so it wasn't until back at school
and sometime after lights out that carefully I unwrapped the goods. Using
the masked beam of a torch such as we all kept for reading after hours I
was looking at the cover of one of those clandestine publications, totally
illegal in the UK of the time but available almost everywhere...black and
white photos of a semi artistic nature...but this was "specialised" for the
subject matter was: young boys, boys, young men and men in various
attitudes or positions, all evidently enjoying themselves immensely....and
here, oh yes....I knew him, cheekily masturbating sprawled back with shirt
open and nipples jutting upward-was my recent partner!  On the next page,
there he was again but arching backward as a slightly older boy's penis
buried itself in his buttocks...it was me!  Here I was again, the
photographer now, face invisible had me on his couch, on my back, leg
raised as his penis probed me, there were more....and I couldn't help but
admire the work, it was intensely erotic...no question since I was
thoroughly turned on myself...and I'd known what to expect...how would it
affect someone say...who..had been a bit reluctant or unreceptive in the
past.  Here I was thinking of the sexy beast up the corridor...he was
obviously luscious, made for sex but...he had some hang-ups...once in a
moment of weakness he'd let me feel him up and responded amazingly well
until suddenly

"No, no, I mustn't, I mustn't, I promised them, I promised....." and fled

Well, it was a risk, all or nothing really...but what could happen,
certainly he'd recognise my face...though what could he do, if he handed it
in...surely there would be awkward questions...such as why target
him...what had previously happened...had he ever encouraged me?  For me of
course...well that would be that but somehow, I didn't think he'd be
...well, unreceptive?

I baited the trap, just before lights out I slipped into his room and
carefully shoved the publication down between his bedclothes where feet
would touch it in due course.  Lights out and I waited, 15 then 20 minutes,
cautiously I stood outside his door, straining my eyes, yes there was just
the very faintest of glows visible ...someone was reading inside.  He never
heard his door open, there was a figure in the bed with sheet drawn over
head through which the light of a torch faintly shone.  As I stood there I
heard pages turn....closing the door behind me I tip toed over, I didn't
want to startle him but didn't know what else to do

"How do I look?" I whispered

He froze "God, it's you, they're vile, absolutely vile.....how could you
let him do that to you...that way, and, and the way you're holding that
young boy...with the pretty face as you ...do it to him...then the man does
it to him as well...how many times did you both have him then??"

I had dropped my pyjamas and swiftly before he could resist, slid in with
him under the sheet, silence....until

"Now, I can answer your questions, but how about...we both go through them
together...and you can ask me as you go along...?"

The pretext worked, he decided to take it at face value and lying there
beside be had become a...defacto conspirator.  Slowly I turned the pages
and gave a brief commentary on each...coming to the scene where the pretty
youngster lay smiling as he fondled himself for the camera I mentioned our
earlier activity at the station - in detail, his breathing had become
harsh, idly I let my hand trail down to his buttocks as I continued,
reaching below, I felt his hips rise up and at last, felt his rigid penis
in my grasp.  I fondled him for a while just to familiarise him with the
situation, meanwhile he listened enthralled as I related events with that
pretty youngster....seeing the subject before him obviously added to his
arousal.  Meanwhile, I had what I wanted, unresisting he let me undo his
pyjamas and slide them down and with both hands I set out to explore his
nakedness...this was a boy who had near hypnotised me in the showers,
gleaming pink thighs wetly streaming had riveted my attention for too long,
now I was able to feast my hands upon him as still intent he turned the
pages...his smooth swelling buttocks became too much for me and parting
them with both hands I plunged my face between, tongue thrusting for his
opening....and for the first time

"Please, please, don't, don't.....please don't, please...I
mustn't.....oh....yessss...that's it, just there.....Oh God I
mustn't.....yesss..beautiful.....here's one of you with your legs
open...how did you manage to fit it in....?  Now that's nice.....very
sexy.."  Here I was sitting astride the photographer, the shaft of his
penis partly visible as it buried itself in me "You must have had fun, lots
of fun.....and I like what you're doing to me.....that's it, you can use
your fingers.....ages since....ages....forgot what it's like, oh gorgeous,
move them around inside....oh yessss...."

This boy was in fact so lovely that I'd had my eye on him for ages....but
being unable to get anywhere had instead become less than selective in my
choice of partners...often I'd find myself pumping away into some
nondescript junior while helplessly fantasising...that it was this beauty I
had beneath me, and now I found myself with three fingers up him...and they
were able to move with ease!  At some stage, this boy had been highly
active I decided - and something had occurred to frighten him off.  Hmmmm.
It seemed politic to try another approach, it could only reinforce the hold
I appeared to have so wriggling up beside him, I tongued his ear, startled
he faced me and as he did so, I kissed him full on the lips.  Now he seemed
unsure what to do so leaving him no choice I carefully pulled him to me and
then continued with my kisses, for good measure I entwined my legs with
his, pressing our groins together.  He relaxed, to my relief he began
rubbing against me..and his lips parted....slowly I ran my hand up and down
his back, pressing gently between his shoulders...the shivering started and
his legs began to twine and untwine around mine...now it was time, kneeling
between parted thighs I lifted his legs

"There's something over there, let me reach..." (He masturbated with talcum
powder...it made him last longer) and deftly applied it

I entered with incredible ease, at first I knelt there not believing my
eyes, not only was the Angel spread naked before me but here I was fully
embedded between those luscious thighs....so savouring every move I slowly
set about pleasuring him, as I whispered

"Do you know how long I've waited for this....?"

"Judging by your photos...it hasn't bothered you too much..you've had lots
of fun already without me.."

"Well, then do you realise how often I've pretended it was you? He pouted,
then

"Let's change positions for a bit, we can take turns if you like.....I
always had someone else doing me...I've seen you enjoying it..will you let
me?"

He was certainly unfamiliar with this bit so I had to help and in the least
complicated position..I lay face down with a pillow under my hips as he
tried to mount me, once I'd positioned him however and I felt him slide up
me his enthusiasm was reward in itself...my only concern was for the bed
springs...the noise was considerable and I had to hush him down a bit..but
I certainly enjoyed having this gorgeous creature deep stroking me, every
now and again as I felt him getting too carried away I'd slow things down
"That's better, make it last, we'll enjoy it more..." but inevitably the
shudders began, a head collapsed upon mine as arms tightened
convulsively... and the lovely creature emptied himself deep within me.
Now I clutched him to me, happy and sated he lay in my arms as ever so
languidly I resumed my turn between those sweet buttocks, almost in a dream
I felt myself lose control...and feverishly clutching his hips felt my love
fluids release as the contented boy exclaimed

"That's made it, oh terrific and I'm still feeling sexy...you don't have to
go back to your room yet do you......let's just have a quiet cuddle....I
think that there's another boy you like isn't there...and if you're missing
him...maybe I can make you forget him....for a little while?"  and he again
reached for my penis, just as I reached for his...