Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 15:03:59 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hunter Part 3

Sun coming in woke me earlier than usual and for a moment I wondered at the
cramped confines of my bed and stiff shoulder..of course, snuggled up
against me was one of the "terrific twosome" as they were known to those
enjoying their favours.  Tentatively I tousled his hair - he was rather
sweet - and he blinked awake.  Silence as he snuggled closer, then

"You've got me here, let's do something, it needn't take long?  Or don't
you like boys?" (Giggle)

Truth is I was already hard for the little devil and it wasn't long before
he discovered it and before I knew what was happening he'd whipped back the
bedclothes and sitting astride me neatly positioned himself above my penis.
Then with a satisfied smirk he lowered himself.  I could only marvel at his
resilience as I fondled his erection, seen in daylight he was extremely
attractive, neat trim figure, slightly plump thighs though these rather
accentuated his sexiness - lush availability you could call it - and I
wondered at the crass insensitivity of all those who had merely indulged
themselves at his expense with a furtive buggering in the bicycle sheds or
wherever.  Yes, this boy had possibilities, so did his friend come to think
of it, meanwhile time was running out and conscious of this factor the
naked boy renewed his efforts - I noticed how he artfully contrived to
massage his prostate while bobbing up and down upon my penis. Now noise was
the problem...people were beginning to stir and his gasps could probably be
heard through thin walls.  It was truly a relief in more ways than one when
he erupted and collapsed with arms around my neck, at the same time I
allowed myself release and another load of fluid was pumped into his bowels
- I'd have to remind him to do something about that later.  Briefly I held
him before firmly disengaging and swung out of bed, feet could already be
heard in the corridor and next came the ring of the rising bell.  Looking
back I could see nothing but a large mound of bedclothes - someone was
taking no chances - but as the bell receded, the bed erupted and before I
could recover a naked boy was in my arms

"Just a kiss? One little kiss?  After all I let you do to me last
night...please...pretty please?"

The little horror got his way of course then first peering cautiously both
ways darted along the corridor...and vanished....evidently he knew what he
was doing.

That evening half expecting another ambush I was surprised to find my
bedroom empty, little did I know that intense discussion had resulted in
the absence, with surprising maturity for 14 year olds it had been decided
that rather than overstay their welcome, the two would arrange for me to
have time to myself and then, only then - they would alternate their
attendance.....so it happened that caught unawares two nights later I
discovered the other one face down upon my bed with gleaming buttocks
exposed in offering, silently I took up the invitation and sitting beside
the boy ran my hands languorously across the well oiled mounds..nor was
that all, casually he rose and turned onto his back and there with pyjama
top wide open I saw what he'd been up to...the boy's torso and thighs
gleamed with some aromatic oil, his glistening penis...felt delicious...my
hands were gliding all over him, that delightful young body was made for
pleasure and I was becoming carried away...though this time I couldn't care
because under my ministrations he was starting to arch his back and moan,
exquisite - I let my hands probe his secret places, caress erogenous zones
as his hips jerked in futile thrusts.  Like his friend, this boy was made
for pleasure, he loved it and rather than lay back with eyes clothes he
propped himself up to take in every aspect of what I was doing to him,
occasionally I would hear

"Oh that's nice, very nice, do it to me there...just kiss the tip,
please...oh yes, yes..."

and then when I lifted a shapely thigh to gain access

"Ooooooh, yes there....finger me there oh lovely, lovely....God I'm getting
randy...so randy...slip it in, that's it - I love a slow finger fuck.....oh
God" and he shuddered, then

"You like my legs, don't you?  I oiled them for you too, I know how you
like feeling them up....I wanted this bit to go on for as long as
possible...thought the oil might turn you on, give you a better feel....do
I look sexy like this?"

Here he had turned on his side, glistening haunches and buttocks exposed,
much in the style of "The Rokeby Venus" - it was obvious what he was
offering, the night was young and I knew his body would be mine to explore
whenever I chose after I'd had him, so happily I obliged.  It was a lovely
feeling to press that lithe oiled body to me, I couldn't resist reaching
round to run a hand over taught nipples while frantically his buttocks
thrust into my groin...wait a while yet little one....I still needed to
enjoy the feel of him, fondle a little breast then draw it up to a pointed
nipple, tweak it between fingers - and he shivers, this boy like his friend
- is a choice morsel and up until now they've been wasted.....whereas I'm
just about to savour the joys on offer....lift his leg and edge your body
between his thighs...he's new to this position, now you don't need hands
for this, just point your penis at his opening and softly thrust, he'll
open for you, easily and gratefully in you sink, you go deep in just one
move.  Now he arches his back and sighs, a hand reaches behind and tries to
draw you closer to go deeper, happy just to be in him you linger and clasp
him tightly to you and there you remain, quietly savouring.  It doesn't
last for you feel him seeking to have his way, he wants you to pleasure him
and the deep slow thrusts begin....he comes all over your blankets too
carried away to notice, meanwhile you experiment deep inside him testing
first this and then that angle, if he gasps...take note of what you did,
use it again...he's worth it...and you have TWO of them!  And again you
wake with a naked boy snuggled close beside you.....

I was worried, having sat my "A" levels I was finishing up in a few weeks,
the terrific twosome would have to fend for themselves.  Already there was
consternation....from being notoriously promiscuous (or
obliging...depending on your viewpoint) the two now rebuffed all attempted
assignations, even the occasional grope now being off limits, and no one
could understand why....and for my part I confess, I was going to miss
them, grossly oversexed they might well be but they were also affectionate
- and by now highly skilled lovers.  I didn't know what was going on in the
background of course.

It happens that Dad is one of those eccentric legal professionals...he'll
never be a Judge but then he wouldn't want to be, as a QC he's well
situated, has a brilliant but unorthodox mind - and tends to take on cases
that interest him, and what interests Dad would scare most people silly.
Just occasionally he will "do favours" too...I didn't know it but two of
his cronies had been at wits end over custody issues, both had clients who
seemingly had the sexual appetites of frenzied rabbits and freely indulged
them with each other's partners (among many others), with all parties
likely to be found "unfit" as custodians....what the hell to do...and the
matter would drag on, and on..... meanwhile the two boys were at boarding
school with..."wait a minute, doesn't YOUR son go there??".  Yes...of
course, Dad agreed, documents submitted and engrossed all was settled, only
being Dad he forgot to tell me.  I got off the end of term train, took the
Underground to Chelsea, disembarked to begin my adult life...opened the
door and there looking like cats full of cream.  Well, I suppose it could
have been worse...I felt I owed Dad a warning though...as hands reached for
my flies.

"Dad! Dad!  These two you've brought home, did they mention I've been
shagging them these last six months?"

"They look underage to me - you can't have, stop making things up!"