Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 16:48:16 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: School preparations part 2

My son's hips were within easy reach and I decided to take advantage of the
offer - I was fairly certain it was an offer because ever since I'd parted
his buttocks a week ago, he'd become a far from reluctant partner.  So I
felt my way up his legs while the boy stood there...he was a good feel too,
silky skin and plump for the taking....naturally I didn't stop at his
thighs either, he'd turned to face me and now I had better access, it was
as I began fondling his penis that he voiced his thoughts

"Dad, you reckon that most of the blokes at school will be on the lookout
for new boys, like me...I mean, I like what we do, like it heaps, love it
actually....but surely, not that many people will enjoy it as much as we
do?"

Carefully I ran a thumb along his tip and let it trail down the side of his
shaft, masturbation is a serious business, it's an art I'd say and I was
enjoying the boy to the hilt (literally, in some ways...) before he
left...so I thought a bit before answering

"Well, in my experience, and I doubt much has changed, you'll get say 60%
of boys that are actively into each other or in particular, the younger
boys.  Of that 60% though, perhaps well over half will be freaky neurotic
about who knows what they are up to, which is why no one can give you the
exact figures, particularly when the remainder although not neurotic about
it, hardly advertise what they are doing to you younger ones - or each
other....."

He gulped, seemed slightly relieved and I thought some more before going
on..

"It's a reflection of society as a whole, where you're going, only more
introverted, more focused...you'll have the same sort of ratios abound in
any town around the country...only it gets more complicated for them, they
get married, enter politics...they freak out at the thought of anyone ever
finding out....what they really like doing, so they pretend..."

Here I had him lovely and hard, I enjoyed fingering and fondling him like
this.....and I knew he'd stay this way...for just as long as I needed him
to.....and as I saw his look of incredulity I continued

"OK then, its late evening isn't it, not too dark out there...I want to
show you something, it's quite safe believe me but it's something you need
to see and remember, might even find it fun.."

We got in the car and off we went, to the Reserve near the cliffs, as I
drove I reached over and had a feel, he was still hard and I wanted to keep
him that way.  When we got there, I heard the boy gasp as he saw all the
cars, some more or less concealed, others parked here or there but not an
owner in sight.  I wasn't fooled though, I knew there would be eyes upon us
so muttering "Stay close" I took him by the hand and slowly walked to the
cliff top, once there and completely silhouetted, I drew my boy to me and
kissed him soundly.  Then I gave him instructions,

"We're going to follow some of those paths, now stay close and watch,
listen carefully...there will be lots of people in there and most will have
seen us, so it'll be OK and they'll feel safe too, remember, this is a
small town...just think on that as we go through".

Hand in hand I led the delicious boy down to the brush, there I paused and
already sounds came up..

"Yes, yes, Henry...oh God" and "There, do it just there...yesssss oh
darling, darling..."

other confused sounds emerged, the voices were all male - and the boy
looked at me with amazement.  I led us on, now there were signs of
activity, in a little clearing two shapes entwined, in another a body
curiously hunched as another thrust back and forth, while in yet another,
face to face two men stood and masturbated each other, it was about then
that the comments began

"Roger, he's gorgeous!"  "Where did you find the little screamer..."  "God
he's to die for..."  "Will you do him ...here, so we can watch?"

This last fitted in with my plans and casually I pulled him to a halt..even
in the gloom I could see how huge his eyes had become, helplessly he stood
transfixed as I undressed him.  Given the situation there was only one
possible position and it suited me fine, it permitted long deep thrusts -
so I whispered instructions.  Gracefully the boy bent and grasped his
ankles, the voices hushed as I prepared him, the gleam of moonlight on
Vaseline said it all and casually, I entered my son.  His gasp provoked a
rustling, as I slid up into him I noticed them, the spectators.  Necks
craning they stood in various stages of undress, carefully and methodically
I sodomised the boy for their benefit..and many drew closer still, faces
became recognisable...and my son could see them, the spectators were in a
sense the spectacle, and more appeared...the mice had taken the bait.
Relaxed and in no hurry, I let myself enjoy the boy....then bringing it to
an end I began to massage his prostate, as he gasped and flopped around the
excitement grew almost frenzied, I held him pressed against me as I in turn
began to empty myself between those delicious cheeks...then holding the
limp body I grasped his clothes and made my way back through the eager
throng.

"Oh God Roger, lovely!" "Beautiful, just beautiful..."  "What a lovely
sight..thanks Roger" and other mutterings accompanied us.  Back in the car
the exhausted boy voiced his thoughts...

"Dad, it was a real turn on you doing it to me...in front of them all, and
yes now I know why you brought me here - it wasn't just for the fuck was
it?"  Here he giggled cutely "Yes, I saw how many there were, and I know
what they were all doing too - there were so many!  But Dad, I saw the
faces too, as you probably guessed I would...and - well, I wouldn't have
dreamed it but...oh Dad, they are important people too, and they pretend...
oh Dad...school will be easy after this won't it?  Why do people have to
pretend instead of being...what they want to be?"

I had no answer, nor had anyone else in the whole wide World.