Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:27:47 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Maths Tutor Part 5

That magazine had proved worth its weight in gold, as an ice breaker it was
incredibly effective...a night spent between the lushly coveted buttocks of
the hitherto unattainable just up the corridor was ample proof, ruefully I
fingered my penis...so sore had it become that only yesterday, I'd removed
the last of the peeling skin...it was as if I'd had a dose of sunburn down
below.  The object of my fancy however, he'd suffered only minor discomfort
he claimed which was probably as well...I wasn't certain how matron would
have responded to anything more severe - internally.  So, now I was feeling
on the mend, reflectively I slid a hand filled with Vaseline up and down my
penis and lay back to enjoy, my thoughts turned to that young boy on the
platform...trim buttocks disappearing up the steps...above all that sweet
sensuous little face..and here I arched hips wishfully, I wanted to feel my
arms round the little devil as I pressed into him...I knew how easy it
would be, he'd take me up him and then take over...he was experienced, oh
yes.....but delicate too, and leaning against him in that toilet I'd wanted
to do more...see him again.  Silly me, always after what I can't have...and
my door opened.

This I had not expected, OK he was no longer the chaste recluse I had know
the past few years but neither had I thought to have him take the
initiative....there he stood beside my bed, about my age and choice with
well fleshed firmly rounded thighs and buttocks, and smooth, smooth skin,
it was his lips above all I supposed, fleshy and sexy, sensuous.  Now he
was here, quietly I got up and taking the puzzled boy by the hand led him
to the window, here sufficient daylight remained to show the buildings in a
kinder light while up on the cliffs, the castle now lay illuminated.
Pausing to let all this sink in I murmured

"Romantic don't you think...?"

and I gently pulled him to me, those lips were too much to ignore, he
didn't draw away but seemed stunned, thoroughly I sampled the lush
offerings, with hand on the back of his head I pressed down...and his teeth
parted, in slipped my tongue and slowly at first, he began to respond, the
feel of his tongue darting against mine encouraged me, I held him close and
began to stroke his back...now I was making love to him and he appeared
uncertain.  I drew back to let him breath then pulled him to me again, this
time running lips over cheeks then eyelids, maintaining the caresses along
his back and between his shoulders, it began to work.  It was what this boy
had needed, I felt him start to shudder, passion was taking over and his
kisses became avid - this was all new to him but he was enjoying it, I now
had a trembling boy in my arms so taking him by the hand once more I led
him to the bed and standing him there careful began to undress him, all
went quietly until...his penis sprang free and unable to control myself I
sank before him to take it in my mouth, incoherent mutterings followed and
I felt his hands on either side of my head and before things went too far
too soon I broke away panting up at him

"God, we don't need that magazine of yours do we....?" he sighed
contentedly and this time I merely buried my face in his groin as my eager
hands cradled his buttocks.  As the last of his clothing fell away I sat on
my bed and gazed in admiration, he oozed sex appeal, there was plump
promise in his body, and gazing up at him I stroked his penis...his lips
were parted and he was breathing heavily through his mouth

"You are choice" I said "You are all choice, I'm so lucky to be doing this
with you, I don't know how many others would be interested but it would
probably be standing room only" Here he giggled and reached down for my
hand, as I manipulated him with it he guided my actions, occasionally
slowing things or redirecting my fingers to his tip or whatever, pleasuring
him became a joint effort until, obviously short of breath and with a dry
mouth he got it out

"How....do you...want to do it ...to me tonight?"

In my mind's eye I saw him pressed to me tightly as I lay in between his
legs and thrusting up, also I wanted to run my hands up and down his silky
torso as I did it, I'd be able to twine my legs around his smooth calves so
perhaps I'd need a pillow here....what I proposed was a bit too complicated
to explain, certainly while one was otherwise occupied, when a boy with a
beautiful body such as this makes himself available....instinct tends to
take over, first though there was something I wanted to try.  Those beads,
cousin Jenny had visited the Portobello road with me one Saturday and at
some nondescript stall there she'd bought a string of heavily varnished
wooden beads....they weren't that attractive and puzzled I'd questioned
here.  All I'd got in return were hints...which I'd worked out for myself.
Inevitable I'd returned and similarly equipped myself...they hadn't been
used yet and this sultry boy would surely be ideal.  In front of him I
produced the string of beads and as I began to carefully lubricate each,
realisation dawned

"You're not going to....on me are you....?"

"Mmmmm - I don't know who's going to enjoy it more, me popping them in one
by one or you, when I slowly pull them out"

Semi reluctantly he lay on his tummy, it was a turn on for me of course,
easing the chain into those swelling buttocks item by item, asking him how
it felt I got a

"Um, not too bad, quite nice but - I'm starting to feel rather full, a bit
like when I had you....up me the other night..."

After a couple more insertions I stopped, here was opportunity for a little
feel around, one third of the necklace still protruded from him and running
hands over his buttocks and thighs I again relished his sensuality.  Now
was time to see..slowly I took up the tension, out popped the first bead
followed by a little gasp, then another and another while the gasps grew
louder, now he was bouncing his hips up and down on the bed, his head was
desperately buried in my pillow as he sought to suppress the noises he was
making.  There was no choice, with a swift movement I removed the rest -
and he convulsed, to lie still.  He was to my relief still breathing,
anxiously I stroked his back, suddenly he flung himself on his back and
grabbed for me

"Oh, please, for God's sake, do it to me, anyway you want, just get inside,
now, please" and even before I entered him, his hips began to thrust
reflexively.  So began one giddy ride, anal stimulus had caused some sort
of an overload, assuming I'd had the energy I think he'd have kept me at
him all night.  Softly yielding buttocks, smooth pink flesh and my penis in
the comforting warmth of his depths as he bucked up and down relishing the
feel of me...and all this in the space of a week, he was virtually a sex
slave, I thought and how delicious....fairly loose...I should be able to
last a while and even then, he's so sexy...I'm sure I could find the
energy.  Memories of an inflamed penis were brushed aside as I settled down
to savour those glorious mounds.