Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2009 18:45:10 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Green eyes softly Part 5

Of course we didn't move him in with me that evening, we were too "busy"
for one thing, I still hadn't got over the luxury of having him there and
available for that little hug, kiss, fondle or.....more serious stuff,
above all I relished the feeling of freedom, freedom to share my flat and
my bed with a besotted seventeen year old.  Next day however was more or
less free and in the evening we made the trip to North London where I met
his mother, she and her two other children occupied the top floor of one of
those terraced houses, I suspected she'd been used to better, much
better...he told me she worked as an office assistant.  He'd already rung
her of course and mentioned what we had in mind, she knew we had been at
school together, and she also knew the facts of life I'd say...however now
faced with practicalities she was able to compromise and it did mean one
less to cater for..and the other boy could now have his own bedroom...there
wasn't much to pack up, one Taxi trip sufficed.

I thought we would have peace...wrong, word had got about spread in part by
my visiting colleague and partly by observation - it was hard to miss those
fiery locks, and a glimpse of those eyes - well that did it, he stood out
even in a neighbourhood where the unusual had become the norm. Somehow
between visitors we managed to get some work done, then the negotiations
with his Tech. college - OK, his work with me would count towards
accreditation (here I had pulled some strings) - at last, time to
ourselves.....hopefully no visitors...so we lay as he cuddled in my arms, I
heard him kick off his shoes, and then snuggle deeper, a hand felt for my
groin.  I still hadn't got used to having the green eyed youth here to hand
as it were, it had been only three days since his startling arrival.  There
had been changes, the place was tidier, we were eating better...and the boy
was now to be found clad in shorts or...a wrap around sarong. There were
sound reasons for this, trousers while good for Winter wear out doors
became cumbersome inside, shorts on the other hand - these showed off long
legs to advantage while offering easy access to the wearer's charms as now,
he lay back contentedly as I began to fondle his thigh.  A sarong, well if
you wanted ready unimpeded sex - this was it!  It was nice to be able to
empty my mind and relax, surrender to the pleasures on offer, the boy was
so lovely, so sexy....so luscious and he was eager for me, I had only to
touch him and his breathing would quicken.  Absently I continued to run my
hand along his thigh, what sexy shorts he was wearing, such a lovely feel,
his skin so soft, so sexy - God this was nice, he's so pale, a red head of
course, and when he's aroused the skin actually blushes....like now....I
wonder, let me reach up, oh good he's parted his legs for me, let's feel ah
here it is, oooh he's hard, really hard...he certainly IS aroused.  Don't
rush, just enjoy, have a feel, it's beautiful between his legs, lovely
legs....God my hands are shaking, undo his fastener, ease those pants
down...ah, he's raised his hips, giving a little wriggle to assist, he's
breathing hard too..glory, he's lying there with legs open, what a sight,
can't keep my eyes off him, God he's sexy, so sexy - how many times since
this morning is it?  Look at those eyes, wide open, lips are parted - oh
yes he's aroused alright, creamy skin blushing pink, and those nipples,
arms behind his back and lift him up, now you can suck them in turn,
deliciously hard now..God those lips, kiss them..long, long and deep tongue
him.  His arms come up, steady my pretty, steady, here we are..lover, lift
those hips and we'll put those lovely legs...just here.....oh God, oh God
it feels so good, so good, you're perfect for me, perfect fit, warm, tight
oh so tight, here, here we go.  The thing about having pleasured him so
often already that day was that each subsequent session grew longer so now
I lay relaxed, languidly stroking my penis in and out of the boy's buttocks
as beneath me he lay, eyes closed, silently enjoying.

Glorious romps on the bed, kisses stolen - all this I expected to hamper my
work, act as a distraction but strangely it didn't and instead focused a
mind thoroughly cleared of tensions.  Now I planned for my debut but first
came that charity expo. and for this I'd need something succinct that would
have maximum impact, a cameo if you like of what my portfolio had to offer.
More and more I eyed off my flaming haired angel, I'd seen him sexually
rampant, avidly beseeching, gloriously spent, tearfully elated - yet I
couldn't depict anything too blatant, not for an exhibition of this sort
anyway, nor did I want the focus to be on this one model so to speak..not
yet anyway, I needed to feel my way first.  We sat and talked, he was an
eager contributor, as with his head in my lap I fondled those lustrous
tresses, ideas came and went and he grew thoughtful...but wouldn't be
drawn. Out we went to eat, after, it was late and bed called - as it had
numerous times during that day.  Next morning my green eyed sprite was gone
for a while, he'd been up to something I knew for he had a look of smug
satisfaction, still time would doubtless reveal all.  It certainly did! Two
days later.

Door bell rang - and he was off to answer it in a flash, unusual I thought
since he was inclined to shyness, still I sensed nothing unusual until the
giggling started.  Bewildered I looked up, then thankful my elderly
colleague wasn't around to suffer a stroke saw - arrayed in front of me the
most exciting trio you could lay eyes on, pale exquisite elfin features and
cropped raven locks, doe eyed; a blond incredibly fair, blue eyed swollen
lipped beauty; and my own flame tressed green eyed lover.....

"Will we do?" they chorused "We'd get undressed but you haven't a
chaperone..."

Now I knew what had happened, this lot must have remained in contact, for
although at least a year younger than the others my red head would
certainly have known them at school, boys of such outstanding beauty would
form a bond regardless of age differences, at some stage notes would have
been compared, it would have been a survival thing, not exactly a "girls
club" but certainly advice would have been sought and given...and who was
to blame them....looks such as theirs combined with rampant sex appeal
posed a risk to the owner, and life could not have been easy....now though,
it looked as if the links still held and here they were!

Stunned, I settled us down, blond and brunette I noted primly seated upon
my couch, green eyes I noted took particular care to position himself at my
feet, there he relaxed against my legs, ownership was not to be questioned.
We began to talk, first to catch up on events and exchange gossip, then I
led into the nature of my project, what I'd planned and in particular where
they might fit in.  Carefully I stressed that for this initial event
remuneration was out of the question...BUT I also mentioned the possibility
of future paying work.  There would also be publicity, of a beneficial kind
since this showing would only include works carefully devoid of sexual
content or indeed, sexual innuendo, thereafter they would be free to
negotiate terms with any reputable photographer or agent of their choice.
So it went and afterwards, obviously reassured and now quite excited at
what was planned they went off to mull things over with respective
partners.

Alone once more I confronted a slightly apprehensive youngster and picking
him up, seated him in my lap where without saying anything I proceeded to
kiss him soundly.  There he languidly lay back until, coming up for air I
raised the subject

"Wonder what they're thinking in the street..first there's you, and they
probably haven't got over that yet (he gave a little giggle and snuggled
closer, head pressed to my chest), and now, two - well, sensational
beauties linger on our doorstep and remain a couple of hours....of dear,
next they'll be thinking I'm doing things to YOU......"

"I wish you would, I didn't really want to ask them, I thought it might
be...well...but you DO need someone else in the montage and things....so I
decided to risk it....they ARE attractive, aren't they?"  and here he
raised his head to peer at me anxiously to see my reaction so I answered
him

"Yes, they are VERY attractive (I felt him stiffen) and just about any man
would give his teeth to bed one of them but they aren't YOU, you are just
as attractive, just as sexy, but you are SPECIAL - to me and that's what
counts, since we got together those years ago I haven't bothered with
another boy, it's always been you, always...."

I was now looking into shining eyes, he paused there on my lap generous
mouth parted in that wonderful smile and - he was all over me, sarong
parted, my hand was seized, there he pressed it to hot loins as slowly he
came erect beneath my fingers

"See, feel, just feel me - that's you doing that to me, you've always been
able to do that look how hard I am...please feel me, hard, feel me
hard...that's lovely, do it slowly now, that's better, its helping to
relax.."

I stopped his babbling with my lips, meanwhile enjoying the sensuous feel
of his hard penis as I masturbated him, soon arms were thrown around my
neck and more demands emerged..

"You're ready to do it, I can feel, aren't you?  Please, let me do it to
you, I'm so randy ..and happy...I know you'll like it....here...let
me...just lift up..."

and here the darling hoisted his hips and without hesitating sank down upon
me, now with his long long legs wrapped around my waist I felt him raise
and lower, raise and lower...thankfully still lubricated from earlier
attention his tight passage worked its magic, the novelty of the position
and the sheer energy of his actions combined to take me to nearly
unbearable heights while head thrown back the boy plunged and withdrew,
plunged and withdrew. Grasping his erection as it thrust between us I
frantically masturbated him, soon I felt the convulsions begin, both his
and mine as now I released my love stream deep inside the boy his back
arched and still astride my lap he helplessly shot stream after stream,
finally to collapse panting as I clasped him to me.  There we sat, quietly
content, both sure of the other's feelings my penis still snug within the
lovely boy.