Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 20:04:50 +1000
From: Pin Bradman <lordfondleroy1@gmail.com>
Subject: First Feelings Part 2

First Feelings Part 2.


Thinking upon it, I had been unusually reckless going back to his place
with that man, particularly since I'd suspected that he'd have a male
partner there ready and waiting and so it had turned out.  It was sheer
luck that they happened to be a harmless pair, greedy perhaps but then -
yes on reflection I'd had a good time too...and as I dwelt upon it I found
myself going hard, there is something very satisfying about inducing such a
state of excitement in a couple of men but still...I resolved to be more
cautious in future.  So, was there anyone else home?  No? Carefully I
unzipped myself, yes my prick was ready and then I began a delightful,
slow, fondle then as the pace picked up I slid a hand inside my
shirt...ooooh that delicious thrill as fingers touched that nipple...and
you pretending it's someone else caressing that breast...this was going to
be a long one so swiftly I closed the door to my room and then lay across
the bed making sure I could view myself in the wall mirror...and unbidden,
memories came back.....

It had been during late summer last year and I'd been in the habit of
riding my motorbike around the countryside, occasionally I'd find some
inviting spot and there I'd stop - if secluded enough I'd divest my jeans
to relax upon the grass, fingers inevitably slipping between my buttocks as
I let my imagination loose.  It was during one such session that the
thought occurred, there was a local spot, notorious in a way, where it was
said that a certain sort of man would visit when dark.....to do things with
other men and I wondered.  The thought was exciting but I'd be
cautious.....what if...but I'd had pricks up me before, other boys' pricks
to be sure but would I let a man fuck me?  Maybe he'd only want us to
masturbate...I felt more comfortable with that thought since I knew I was
good at pleasuring other boys..so 'yes' the idea had merit...I would choose
an evening when my parents were out.

The moon was new providing just enough light - I sat astride my motorbike
with the light turned off and waited for my eyes to get used to the
shadows.  Slowly I managed to pick out dim shapes of cars near the cliff
top, bushes and stunted trees grouped on either side, there wasn't a sound
and then behind me up the path I'd ridden came a vehicle, some distance
from where I sat he doused his lights and came on in the dark to stop some
yards ahead of me.  After a lengthy pause someone emerged.  Then I heard
his voice, right beside me "Um..er...looking for...anyone in particular?"
Startled I too dithered, coughed and answered "Depends....what they want
really...yeah, I wouldn't mind having a little ...fun..with someone...."  I
thought I heard a sigh of relief then "You seem quite young, hard to tell
but - you ARE over 18 aren't you?".  That was easy, I lied "Oh yes, no
problem".  It was hard to tell in the dark but he seemed to be thinking
then said "I don't get the chance to come here often so...I don't just want
a 'quicky' you know, maybe we could sort of...take our time?"  "Yeah" I
answered cautiously "I've never been here before - so where do we go?"  He
was silent obviously thinking "There's a path somewhere over here...so, you
SURE you are over 18 then?"  He had an arm around my waist "You have a very
slim figure...".  "That's exercise, I do long distance (in other ways too!
I thought)" Silence as he drew me after him along the path, bushes brushing
as we went, now I began to hear them, rustlings and subdued moans abruptly
cut off, occasional whispers...my partner kept walking until the sounds
faded and then drew me into what might have been a small clearing.  There
we stopped and listened.

Satisfied it seemed, my partner drew me to him, a finger tilted my chin and
I felt his warm lips...I was used to kissing and responded with my tongue,
encouraged hands began to roam my body as I could feel his breathing
quicken.  Pulling away the shadow said "God, you have a lovely body...let's
just feel..." his hands moved to my buttocks, fondling each he again
muttered "Oh God, can we get those pants off - please?  Oh yes please....."
I undid my belt and impatient to get a feel of me he slid the jeans down,
there I stood half naked in the gloom while my - "lover" I now supposed -
enjoyed my body.  At last I felt his finger intrude and I urged him on
"That's nice, yess oh yesss, further...yes you can...there.....stroke too,
around the hole.....yeah....here, let me..." and I fumbled for his zipper,
slowly releasing his prick, out it shot....oooh yes, I cupped it in my hand
"There, how does that feel?"  In response his other hand took hold of my
own penis and there we stood, silent and savouring the feeling, tentatively
I began to fondle him, there was a sharp intake of breath "Slowly, please
do it slowly...don't wanna cum too soon...oh this is lovely....make it
last..." so saying his fingers gently toyed around my knob I encouraged him
"So nice.....yeah keep doing that...know what, I'm starting to feel nice
and randy, you know, that sort of very sexy feeling you sometimes get when
you're doing things?".  I knew my voice probably sounded funny - my chest
tightens when I'm all aroused. He was good at what he was doing with me,
I'll say that..suddenly he whispered "Oh God I've missed this...so
much....she doesn't realise.....I need it....here, let me.."  His hands
disengaged, I didn't have to wait long to discover what he was up to.
Moist warmth engulfed my prick - he was sucking me!  Hands clasped my
buttocks pressing me to him, in response I let my hands caress his bobbing
head and arched my back as he got really busy but after a while I called a
halt "That's nearly doing it, need to stop or I'll be coming...yeah, oh
lovely but...enough" He listened and got to his feet, as I resumed fondling
his prick I was panting so when his proposition came I was receptive, his
voice was wavering as he asked "Would you let me...fuck you, please, please
but if you haven't done it before never mind....but I need so badly...to
feel my prick in you...if it's OK, I've got some stuff with me....we can
use....?"  My excitement mounted as I heard this, in fact I nearly came
there and then so I said "OK, here give me that stuff and I'll cover your
prick for you, then you can fix me up - 'back there'.  There's something
satisfyingly sexy about anointing your lover's prick, the sensuous feel as
you slide your hand along it, knowing what's to happen....

Shaky fingers felt for my hole and then I felt the cool lubricant, he
probed deeply and then applied more, the act felt sexual in itself because
I knew what would follow and savoured the preparation but one question
occurred to me "How d'you want to do it, think the grass is OK or....?"
"God, I can't wait....there's a tree here, there - want to put your hands
against it, Christ....you feel good, tight little mounds..yeah, just
relax..."  His prick was probing between the cheeks he'd been admiring so I
thrust out my buttocks for him as he guided himself to my entry...I always
loved this bit, the anticipation as they press against the rim and then the
sudden discomfort and...then the satisfaction of feeling him swell and
travel up inside...another conquest because I now held him inside me, his
fingers desperately clutching my hips and the desperate sob uttered "Oh
Christ! I'm in....."  He had considerable self control I must say because
he took me slowly, oh so slowly, he was probably wanting to let himself go
but instead - well we both enjoyed it, and he wasn't too bad at it either.
Strangely, it is while a man is having me that I take time to reflect on
the act, I seem to derive extra enjoyment from an appraisal of what is
happening, almost absent mindedly I detached one of his hands from a hip
and brought it round to my groin.  He took the hint and began playing with
my prick as he fucked me.  Again he commented "Oh yessss, I've needed
this...so badly, she'd kill me if she knew...but you know, there's nothing
like...doing it...with another man, I mean we handle pricks better...know
just how to do it...and you sort of feel better, love having my hands on
you...think I'll be cumming soon...how're you going?"  I was going very
well....so I told him to cum when he was ready and I'd be with him.

He was sobbing as he let himself go, so ramming my buttocks back against
his tummy to stop him slipping out I luxuriated in my own release, it was
one of the better ones I'd experienced and he continued to masturbate me as
I came.  Behind me I heard someone gasping in great gulps of air, his
swollen prick remained stretching my passage but then slowly shrinking
became eased out, I could feel the sticky residue begin to trickle down my
thighs and then, we separated.  "Thank you, thank you...so much but please,
come here...please..."  I turned to him only to be enfolded in his arms, I
was smothered in kisses, some brief, some lingering - I felt special...very
special and for the first time began to understand that sex could be a very
powerful thing.  So, as I seated myself on my motorbike I was abruptly
brought down to earth for the hard saddle pressing into me emphasized
something - I was still oozing his cum!