Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 04:46:27 -0600
From: spasm2 <spasm2@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Pauls Pants chapter 6

	Later that evening the phone rang, it was Paul, "listen mate," he
said apologetically, "I'll not be in first thing tomorrow, I promised my
mum I'd get my hair cut tomorrow, and she'll do her nut if I haven't done
it when they come back."

	I was disappointed, but not too upset; "What time then?"

	"Oh I dunno, after eleven sound Ok?"

	"Yeah, that'll be cool, I need to get some more film anyway. See
ya."

	"Yeah, I'll see ya then."

	Our exertions had left me very tired and sleepy, I found it easy to
sleep, for once. Although I dreamed profound and sexy dreams about our time
together, I awoke feeling refreshed and horny, my morning erection stiff
and familiar. I was unable to resist having a few strokes, as I fantasised
about what we might do, and what I had done the previous afternoon. I
managed to stop myself before I came, although it was a close run thing, I
wanted to save myself for the events to come.

	I know Paul had said he would surprise me when I came round, but I
hadn't actually thought he meant it. So when I pitched up at his house,
shortly after eleven that morning, I wasn't sure what I was going to
get. When Paul answered the door he was wearing his terrible dressing gown,
only a new and fairly bad haircut, which took about two years off his age,
proved that he had been out that morning. "I had to have a bath," he said,
by way of explanation, "I always get terribly itchy when I've had a
haircut."

	"Fair enough," I replied, "what are we going to do then?"

	"I was looking in my stuff, and found my old school PE kit, thought
we might try a few shots with it, before we get onto the main event."

	"Could be," I agreed, "fits with the school theme, show me." Then
and there he let his dressing gown fall to the floor, all he was wearing
was a pair of white gym shorts. Shorts that had probably been loose on him
when he was a thirteen year old, but now, were under more pressure than
they were designed to cope with.

	"What do you think?" he asked anxiously.

	"I think they're fine, we can work with them. Just let me think of
a few poses for you." I didn't have any hesitancy about touching Paul now;
I moved him back onto the stairs and got him to lean back along the
banister rail, thrusting his crotch towards the camera lens. Rather than
let him, I ran my hands over the front of his shorts, feeling his strong
erection and manoeuvring his hips to show it off to best
advantage. Strangely enough, the shorts were more effective at concealing
his sex than anybody would have expected, even the pics where he was
actively jerking himself are curiously chaste, but quite erotic all the
same. I was enjoying the session, Paul was being very obliging, posing on
the stairs, his body flexible in his old gym shorts, my favourite moment
being when he turned his back to me, and I ran my hand over smooth cotton
encasing his butt, before I reached between his legs and felt him up. They
were so tight that I had to pull them halfway down before I squeeze my hand
in and give him a friendly feel. Wiggling his half covered bottom, he ran
up the stairs, losing the shorts on the way.

	"Go and make some tea," he shouted over his shoulder, "I'll be down
in a minute."

	Ever obedient, I went off to the kitchen and put the kettle on, by
the time the tea was poured I heard Paul coming down the stairs. I was
impressed; he'd got his uniform on again, but proper black trousers, a
school shirt and his school blazer. He'd brushed his hair, and looked every
inch the naughty schoolboy, with his tie askew. "Wow," I said, handing him
his tea, "that's more like it."

	"Will this do?" he said anxiously.

	"It's terrific, proper jailbait, how do you feel?"

	"I feel quite odd, horny though."

	I leaned over, and ran my hand over his crotch; his ever-ready cock
was good and hard, as mine was, his questing hand confirmed this a moment
later. At this rate we weren't going to get anywhere, time to move on; "Ok
matey, let's go and do it. Shall we have a go at the same story that we
didn't quite finish yesterday?"

	"Yeah, only this time I think I should use my bed rather than the
stairs this time, it was all a bit awkward after a while."

	I blushed, remembering just how tangled it had all got.

	Paul pretended to come home, for the second time, and, as before
posed at the bottom of the stairs, grabbing his cock through the black
fabric of his school trousers. Leading the way up the stairs to his
bedroom, he tossed his school bag onto the bed, and sat down beside it,
investigating its contents, which proved to be a sheave of porno
mags. Settling back, he deliberately and carefully selected one of his
magazines, and equally deliberately he delicately began to stroke at his
erection as he flicked through the mag. Slowly he shrugged off his blazer,
and then he pulled his shirttails out of his trousers, all the time
continuing to massage his cock. Carefully he began to unbutton his shirt,
flipping it to each side of him to give a clear view of the action. Paul
had really slowed things down, and it was extremely horny, even though I'd
seen him naked and rampant on many occasions now, his languorous strip
tease was making me hold my breath with excited anticipation.

        He moved his hand to the waist button of his trousers, and slowly
twisted it open, leaning back a touch as his flys opened up
slightly. Through the camera lens I could just see the white waistband of
his briefs, and for the moment that was all I was going to see. He slipped
his hand down the front of his trousers, and though the zipper slid down an
inch or so more under the strain all that he was showing me was the back of
his wrist as he continued the slow stroking rhythm that he had been
steadily maintaining throughout. Smoothly he stood up and turned away from
me, as he tantalisingly pulled the zipper all the way down, turning his
head to look straight into the camera he wiggled his hips and his trousers
slid down part of the way over his butt.

        I nearly bust my flys when I saw what he was wearing, he'd found
some white briefs made from the same mesh fabric as the ones I had
photographed him wearing some time in what seemed to be the very distant
past. The expression on his face made it very plain to me that he knew
exactly what effect this was having on me, and that he was loving it. As he
turned to sit back down on the bed, his trousers gave up the struggle and
slid to the floor, revealing the tantalising sight of his partly covered
butt. He sat down demurely, his arms crossed in front of him as he undid
his cuff buttons before slipping his shirt right off, leaving him dressed
only in his tie and his white briefs, his erection concealed for the moment
by the careful positioning of his arms.

        Paul looked up at me, and stretching his arms above his head he
stood up, and thrust his crotch towards me, and the camera. His rampant
cock stretched the nylon mesh, clearly, but only partially visible. Licking
his lips, Paul slowly brought his hand down and began lightly to stroke the
outline of his penis, all the time looking straight at me. Turning away, he
bent over the bed, and sticking his butt out, he brought his hand up and
began to rub his balls and the base of his cock, twisting to give me the
best possible angle on the shot. He brought his knee up, giving me a side
view of his hand as it ran smoothly and methodically up and down his
cock. Slowly he rolled over onto his back, and I moved in for a close up,
on his hand as it continued to do its work under the nylon fabric. "What do
you think?" he asked.

        "Awesome," I squeaked, barely capable of speech, "don't stop now."

        "Wasn't going to," he replied, grinning evilly.

        I wanted to get some more shoots of his bottom, so Paul turned over
again and obliged me with some more strenuous angles, pulling the cloth
away to give me a better view. All this time he had kept up a steady rhythm
on his cock. He rolled over onto his back again, and lay still, his hand
resting on his erection and his eyes closed in ecstasy, the only movement
was his forefinger, which deliberately stroked back and forth across the
tip of his cock.

         Typically, it was at that moment that I finished the roll of film,
cursing under my breath, I sat down on the end of the bed, turning my back
on Paul as I wound the film back. I was aware of his moving about, and
wasn't particularly surprised when he came and stood next to me, watching
my hands as I put a new film into the camera. His groin was right next to
my face, the tip of his dick level with my eye, I was very conscious of the
heady smell of his sex, and the shiny swollen tip of his cock as it
distended the white nylon mesh. Paul rocked his hips from side to side as
he watched me, thrusting his erection out at the fabric, giving a gentle
friction without the need for any hand action.

        I wasn't able to resist any longer, putting my camera down, I
deliberately and carefully ran my hand up the back of his leg, as slowly as
he had been before, one hand crept up to the top of his thighs, and then on
up to cradle his buttocks, at the same time I brought my other hand up the
front, and even more languorously up over his balls and coming to rest on
the hot stiffness of his cock. Paul pressed his straining groin softly
against my hand, and at the same time, I leaned forward and kissed the
salty tip of his penis through the nylon, gently continuing to stroke his
butt with one hand and rub his cock with the other. I was thrilling at the
unfamiliar feel that the mesh fabric gave to this experience, and I don't
think Paul minded too much either. We held this comfortable position for a
few minutes, Paul leaning into my shoulder, a far away look of contentment
on his face, what I suspect was a stupid grin on mine.

        All too soon our reverie came to an end, this time the initiative
came from Paul, he carefully disengaged from my attentions, and stood back,
indicating that I should stand too. "Don't do anything," he said softly, "I
want to undress you myself."

        I wasn't about to argue with him, so I stood still and prepared to
enjoy the ride. He knelt down in front of me, and untied my shoelaces,
brushing his hair across my groin as he did so; he carefully lifted each
foot in turn out of its shoe, stripping the sock away before he let me put
it back on the ground. This attention to detail was a new thing, it seemed
that he had really thought this through. He stood up, and walked slowly
round me, not touching me, just looking. After what seemed like an age, he
reached out and began to unbutton my shirt, only pulling it out of the
waistband of my cords when all the buttons were undone.

        He walked behind me and smoothly lifted it off my back, after a
brief, and tantalising pause, I felt his hands move round my waist, up my
torso and settle comfortably on my nipples, at the same time I was aware of
the solid presence of his prick pushing against my butt cheeks. I could
have stood like that for hours, the warmth of his body against my skin, the
heat of his cock, and the scent of his horniness combined to give me a
feeling of complete erotic contentment. Once again, Paul broke the spell,
and sliding his hands down my chest he undid the waist button on my
cords. I bent slightly forward, partly to relieve the pressure on my cock,
and partly to enjoy the feeling of rubbing against his erection. Paul
pulled away, and, hands trailing lightly over the sensitive skin over my
stomach, he moved round to face me again. He knelt down in front of me; his
knees splayed out and leaning slightly back, giving me a beautiful view of
his cock straining at the white nylon. Reaching up, he tugged slowly at my
zip, inching it down over the taut black cotton that imprisoned my erect
dick. Once it had reached the limit of its travel, my erection needed no
more encouragement, and my cock bulged free. Paul gave me a welcoming
nuzzle with his face, drinking in the smell of my sex, before he put his
hands up to my hips and ceremonially slid my cords down. His hands lingered
on my cotton clad buttocks before he stood up, and grasping my wrists,
pulled me towards him, enabling me to step free of my cords.

        Still grasping my wrists, he pushed my arms behind my back, and
stepping close, began to rub his crotch against my erection. It had felt
good when I still had my cords on; with only some skimpy fabric between us
it felt ten times better, especially as the rough friction of his pants
pressing against the smoothness of mine gave a heightened sensation to my
already highly sensitive cock. Looking down, the brilliant whiteness of
Paul's pants pressing against the deep black of mine, each of us bulging
with unshed sperm, was an image that will stay with me for ever, and for a
second I thought of my camera, but only for a second, as I surrendered to
the pleasure of the moment instead.

        We stayed like that for a month, or at least it could have been, I
was no longer aware of the passage of time so intense were the sensations I
was feeling. Eventually, however, Paul moved away, and led me over to the
bed, pushing me down into a sitting position before he lifted my ankles and
gently tipped me onto my back. Pushing my knees apart, he stood next to me,
looking satisfied. Looking up at his cock I felt immensely happy and sexy,
and my hand travelled down to my pants, and my own erection. Paul watched
me for a moment, his fingers playing lightly over himself, before he knelt
down at the end of the bed, and starting at my shins he began to lick at my
skin. Slowly he worked his way up towards his target, paying special
attention to the inside of my thighs, I ran my fingers through his hair,
disarranging his haircut, and he moved on to my cock. He ran his tongue
over my erection, stopping briefly to give special attention to the tip
before moving on up, licking the skin of my stomach before he looked up,
and with a wicked grin sprang on top of me, his groin crushing into mine as
he moved his hips up and down.

        When I'd recovered from the shock, I responded quickly, shoving my
hands into his pants and grabbing his buttocks I guided him as he fucked
me, much as we've all fucked a pillow. He sat upright, my cock settling
comfortably in to the crack of his butt, I decided it was about time I
rejoined the party, and hauled down the front of his pants, pulling his
cock free, and using it to pull him towards me. He lifted his bum up, and I
used that freedom to slip his pants down more completely, sitting down
again, he leaned backwards and brought his legs forward past my head,
allowing me to get his pants all the way off, and at the same time pushing
his cock into my face. I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity and
engulfed his erection in my willing mouth. Our gymnastic exertions weren't
over quite yet, though, as I seemed to be missing out a bit here, not that
I was complaining. I rolled, carefully, as I had a fragile cargo in my
mouth, onto my side, and Paul slid off my now moist stomach, and ended up
lying with his head alongside my crotch.

        He didn't really need a hint, and slipped his hand under the
waistband of my pants, hauling my cock free, and, as if welcoming it into
the light, began to firmly run his hand up and down my shaft. With his free
hand he pulled my pants clear, and started to play with my balls and the
base of my shaft. All this time I held his cock in my mouth, unable to get
the whole length in without choking, I was methodically working my way up
and down, using a hand as a helper. As I found my way to his glans, tongue
flickering over the tip and exploring the hole, he moaned, leaned over and
at last fed my waiting erection into his mouth. As I may already have
indicated, it wasn't my first blowjob, but it was my first 69, and the
sensation created by synchronising our sucking was another landmark on my
sexual odyssey.

        Without discussion we were both working towards a mutual orgasm,
not racing this time, we both wanted to take as long as possible, and to
come together if possible. Taking it long and slow, we bobbed our heads up
and down over each other's cocks, then, as if by agreement, we both came up
for air at the same moment, and slowly and firmly ran our fists up the
shafts of our slippery cocks from base to tip. Our eyes met, but neither
spoke, instead, we turned back to masturbating each other, turning up the
heat and the speed. I could see that Paul was looking flushed, and I was
aware that the pressure was building up in my groin. I could have come ten
times over already, and Paul's balls were feeling heavy in my hand.

        We both took a deep breath, and went down for what I knew would be
the end of the first course. I concentrated my tongue on his glans, keeping
a firm hold round the base of his prick, and stroking it firmly with my
thumb, in the same rhythm as I was sucking him off. Paul, at the other end,
was deep throating me; I could feel my sensitive glans rubbing on the roof
of his mouth as he gulped my cock down. It wasn't subtle, but it was damn
sexy, and it was going to make me come like a train very soon, and there
wasn't much I could do about it. I redoubled my efforts, modifying my
rhythm and speed, and pretty quickly I could sense that he wasn't far off
coming either. I stopped blowing Paul, and backing off, I started to move
my hand faster and faster up and down his cock, he did the same, and we
watched each other as our hands flew over our pricks. I could feel that I
was nearly there, and sensed that he was too, as the pre-cum spattered from
our cocks and helped to lubricate our operations.

        At the very last possible moment, we went back down, and spunked
together into each others mouths, my come seemed to spurt forever, my hips
jerking wildly, and giving Paul a bit of a rough ride (even though it was
my prick and his teeth). I'd experienced Paul's come before, and was ready
for the fire hose; he too was shaking with the strength of his orgasm. We
flopped back together, but I had a mission, propping myself up on a shaky
arm, flushed and dribbling come from my mouth and my cock (I must have been
a lovely sight), I leaned over and pulled Paul's face round to mine,
kissing him full on the lips, I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth, and
the sperm we had both ejaculated mingled as I snogged him. Catching up a
few drips from his cock with my other hand, and doing the same to mine,
again I anointed his forehead, in what had become our little ritual,
laughing; he did the same to me.

        Shattered, for the moment, we fell back onto the bed, this time
with Paul's head resting on my shoulder, his eyes shut. Idly I ran my hand
over his ribs, and down to his hip, he was wringing wet with sweat, a
moment's investigation revealed that I was at least as moist as he
was. Casually I felt for his cock, it was limp and inert in my hand, we lay
still for a few minutes and then I sensed the movement of his hand probing
between my legs, to my amazement I could feel my cock stiffening in his
hand. As a sort of response, his cock started to return to life too, and
soon we were both stiff and hot again.

        Lying side by side on our backs, Paul's head still resting on my
shoulder, we lay still, masturbating each other gently and tenderly, our
cocks already slippery with come, slipped easily in our hands and after a
few minutes of low key wanking we both had another orgasm, this time it was
comfortable and comforting to us both. We dozed off, I think, only the
sweat and sperm cooling on our skin waking us up, it was probably just as
well we woke up, I don't think Paul's parents were quite ready to see their
son naked, sperm spattered and cuddled up in bed with another boy. There
was no option but to get in the bath together, I thought back to the last
time I had seen Paul in the bath, and my cock made a bit of an effort to
rise to the occasion, something he didn't fail to notice. We soaped each
other down, and although we washed each other's cocks, there wasn't
anything left to come. My black cotton pants were saturated with juices,
and Paul insisted in making me choose some of his, I went for the purple
mesh jobs (the white ones being no more fit to wear than my black ones) and
putting them on nearly started me off all over again, especially as they
rubbed gently against my prick whenever I moved.

        I left Paul's house without either of us saying much, we'd moved
things on another step, there was a genuine tenderness and liking between
us, but I was becoming very aware that there was no love. The sex was
fantastic, and ever better, but Paul could never conceive of a same sex
relationship, even though he was having one. Either I had to accept that we
just have sex, or I would have to bail out, I was learning a lot here
too. For the time being, I decided to go for the sex side of things and see
what happened, I was full of doubts, but at the same time I was thinking of
another photo session!