Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2009 13:22:49 +0800 (WST)
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The trainee Chapter 2

This was the beginning of my next term, the train half empty pulled out of
the station and sitting opposite was -- yes, my dark eyed little angel!
Both of us knew that our sleeping arrangements would be different from now
on, and I suppose that this knowledge steered our conversation along the
lines of "did you manage to do it with anyone these holiday's?". The creamy
skinned beauty hadn't had any luck though I'd had one brief encounter --
and told him about it. So much for teen hormones, no sooner had I finished
than by mutual silent accord we both got up and walked along the corridor
to the toilet, there we knelt facing one another while hands reached for
the other's penis. That was the start of an intense yet frantic session,
station stops were ignored while we pleasured one another, by now we were
wonderfully skilled of course and "caressing" would be a more appropriate
term than "masturbate", not for us the primitive basic up and down
movements but lingering sliding gestures that rolled over to stroke the
tips of our penises before hands fondled their way down the shaft. It was
only a one and a half hour train journey...but there we were hands moving
rhythmically, heads on each other's shoulders with eyes closed in ecstasy
before our boyish bodies pumped their lust onto the toilet floor.

Once arrived we found our allocated rooms, both at the end of a passage and
facing one another, perfect. Nothing happened at first, I suppose we were
both too nervous to risk being caught so it was a couple of weeks before
pressure became too much -- and I had a visitor, gently the door knob
turned and slowly, silently the door opened. Was I glad to see him, so glad
in fact that scarcely had he closed the door when I had him backed against
the wall as I knelt to take him in my mouth, his response was immediate, he
too was obviously hungry for it because next I knew frantic thrusts to my
mouth threatened to bring him over the edge -- far too soon for my
liking. I broke away and lead him over to my bed, there we undressed and
quietly, ever so quietly lay back to enjoy each other's ministrations, I
suppose the knowledge that we could only occasionally risk such visits gave
our love making that extra spice but I had never been so turned on before
-- just running my hands from his penis along his thighs and back again
nearly sent me over the edge...and then there was "having finger" -- we'd
both heard the expression used when reference was made to girls and heavy
petting.  Now I used it to pleasure my slender lover

"can I have finger" I asked

"if you like" was the whispered reply

and the little lovely rolled over to offer his buttocks, neither of us had
done this before so I was understandably cautious not wanting to hurt
him. Was I pleasantly surprised to find myself fully penetrating him
without undue pressure? My finger slowly edged its way into him and once
there instinct made me wait before attempting further movement between
those luscious little cheeks, and then I slowly finger fucked him. From his
responses what I was doing to him obviously had the desired effect and I
made a mental note to include this as a regular part of our sessions, it
was fun too since I loved watching him get turned on but here again I
couldn't overdo things in case he came too soon. There is much to be said
for enforced abstinence, next time after a few weeks of lonely masturbation
I made the trip across the corridor to his room, there he stood waiting.

"We're a right couple of queers aren't we?" he husked.

My little lover had come a long way since that first encounter so it was
with gratitude I whispered

"yes, it is lovely isn't it?"

and he giggled in reply as I reached for his pyjama cord, slowly I pulled
on it and just as slowly the pants descended from his hips, down to his
knees and then in a heap around those slim ankles, he stepped out of them
and stood before me half naked as he had that day in the changing room,
only now I had him all to myself, fully erect and waiting for whatever I
wanted to do with him. Almost too scared to believe my luck I moved toward
him until reaching out I undid the top two buttons of his pyjama jacket,
gently I eased the garment off one creamy smooth shoulder to leave a nipple
exposed then bent my head to take it in my lips. I could feel him start to
tremble as I sucked and since this wasn't enough for me I found myself
planting lingering kisses at the delicate curve of neck and shoulder as my
hands fondled those pert buttocks -- before finally moving to his lips, as
his shivering increased he opened his mouth and our tongues met. It was
summer and his window was open as I positioned us before it exchanging
those first kisses.

"Yes, we're a right couple of queers"

I murmured happily as I lifted the shaking boy onto his bed Doelike eyes
wide and lips parted in gasps, where I then unbuttoned the rest of his
pyjama top.