Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 16:42:19 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <prioryboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Release from the closet

I had promised myself, in fact I'd been determined that this wouldn't
happen again but...but try as I might I couldn't help it, it was a
compulsion really, I had no excuse, none at all and what made it worse was
the fact that I'd chosen the time, the time when I knew they'd be there,
hidden and poised so how can I pretend it was by accident that once again,
heart in mouth I stood in the clearing above the cliffs, that secluded spot
so favoured by those...perverts!  Yes, I knew they were perverts because
everyone knew that and besides, anyone who liked doing the things they'd do
to a 15 year old boy HAD to be queer, it was disgusting!  I was breathless,
and could feel my breathing begin to tighten, I knew my voice would be
hoarse if I spoke and now my feet slowed, and I half turned as if to leave
the wretched place but - too late, softly a voice called my name.  "How
many of them this time?" I wondered...for I only came up here when I knew a
- "friend" or two would be around otherwise, it simply wasn't safe, a young
boy alone at a gay rendezvous, not a good idea.....someone gently took my
arm and I recognised him, middle aged and respectable appearance he led me
further into the bushes.  A rustling and two more men emerged, one scarcely
out of his teens and again I relaxed for these two posed no threat either.
Oh they knew what they wanted all right but no one present had ever tried
to force me nor did they go in for the rough stuff I'd heard of either.
Silently they went about their business, practised hands began to fondle,
carefully and slowly, item by item I was undressed, gradually I became
aware of it...the sound of breathing, heavy breathing and in horror I
realised - some of it my own!  The caresses didn't stop, if anything they
intensified for by now I stood there stark naked, three men with attentive
hands roaming over my body - I closed my eyes and shuddered.  "Oh no, not
again...it is wrong, must stop, must....must....but..." and I was lost,
fingers from behind cupped my breasts, toyed with nipples, another hand
fondled the tip of my penis, gently caressed the rigid shaft and yet
another stroking between buttocks at which involuntarily, I arched my back.
These men were experts at pleasuring each other and now their accumulated
skills were directed at me, again I shivered, shuddered and without
realising what I was doing reached out to grasp a firm penis in each hand.
Standing there among my worshippers I lost track of time, pleasure,
unbelievable pleasure such as only men can impart to other men took over -
you know how it feels to have a woman masturbate you, then have a man do it
don't you?  There's no comparison, the man has that extra touch, and I'm
shaking even before his fingers get to my penis and if he's undressed me
first, well....best of all I love it when I stand there naked and see him
speechless with desire as he eyes my lovely young body...and I wonder,
wonder, which way he'd like - to have me...oh yes, I've already decided he
can do what he likes with me...that pleading look in his eyes, well - you
know what it's like?

I wasn't aware of when it was the first actually entered me.  There was of
course the familiar brief burning sensation and the slow progress up my
innards that told me someone could wait no longer.  Dimly I felt a bucking
motion and that warmth deep within as pleasure builds, shortly the movement
becomes abrupt, hands tighten on your hips and gasps emerge from your lover
then, slowly, defeated he subsides...to be replaced by another "More cream
dear, not sore are you?"  solicitous whispers and endearments, a cooling
touch and something caresses my passage, a pause, then again the timid
entry, up up and there, resting for a moment content until the probing
starts, in and out, short plunges and then long slow measured
strokes...this one is savouring the boy bent beneath him, I can tell.
Impulsively I turn my head and smile up at him, then purse my lips in a
kiss - a mistake, the sight of my smiling loveliness tips him over the edge
and groaning helplessly, he shudders and offers up his fluids..I feel them
spurting deep and savour the warm rush, in turn I feel my own loins
contract and tingle and in a brief heave my own penis discharges its
thankful load.  Shaking, I relax, there's an emptiness but not for long.
By now, my buttocks are awash with semen and lubricant, my third lover
slides in with ease and patiently I submit while he has his way with me.
All too soon it is over and painfully I straighten up for each had taken me
in the same position.  Of course, the sight of me standing before them
again gorgeously erect had the obvious result, hastily a couch of discarded
clothes was laid out and I was surrounded by eager men feasting their eyes
upon the delicious morsel on offer.  I noted that all three were slowly
masturbating as they regarded me - I've always found this a turn-on, so of
course began to masturbate myself, it's exciting isn't it, masturbating in
front of someone? So they stood there awhile as we pleasured ourselves and
I basked in their attention.  Slowly the tension mounted until...well, no
one wanted to wait, all three wanted to be in me at once!  So, on my side
with one leg lifted in the air I was penetrated from behind and settled
down to enjoy being fucked yet again, of course other measures were called
for and with someone's body lying conveniently near, I parted my lips as he
offered me his penis...that salty taste, smooth texture of the tip, oh I do
like sucking a penis!  Number three was not far away either, so gesturing
at him to sit within reach, I began to slowly masturbate him..his plea
"Don't let me cum, promise?  I want, need you...so much...I can wait...and
when you're ready, will you let me..?"  Disengaging from the business of
penis sucking I panted "OK, you can cum in me after...but tell me if I'm
making you too excited?".

Some time, maybe a long time later, I left the clearing - I wasn't alone
for three weary but doting followers trailed behind to ensure my safe
departure, eventually we parted ways and for now, intense pleasure and
satisfaction had banished all thought of guilt, my attendants were no
longer "perverts" in my mind, they'd for the time being become "lovers".
So it was that later in bed I let my hands wander across my body as I
relived the day's events, restless and impatient I rose and stood before my
full length mirror to gaze at myself, fingers drifted across nipples,
brushing them dreamily to invoke feelings down below, as I worked at them I
felt my loins stir...more teasing and now erect I began to stroke my penis
- carefully, teasing the tip and toying with it, the other hand went back
to a nipple.  "Yes" I thought, "you have a lovely body, you're a beauty too
with those sexy sultry lips...that's it, enjoy yourself..." Fascinated I
watched in the mirror as I did things to myself, more and more aroused, I
bent, parted long legs and with a quick thrust, inserted fingers deep
inside - in profile I could see the action as I began to finger fuck
myself...and the memories came back with renewed force, it was too much.  I
retreated to the bed and there, on my back conducted a slow satisfying
session, savouring each movement of my hand and wishing, just wishing, that
I had an audience, can you blame me?  If you want more...there will be
more....