Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2010 16:49:54 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Outsiders

The turnoff was at least 2 kilometres further along but even from here I
could see the dust cloud left by the approaching truck.  When I got there
its passenger was already decanted, waiting with bags arrayed -
pleasantries exchanged with the other driver and the latest gossip
received, some 30 minutes after I was headed back with my passenger.  I've
got one of those semi caretaker jobs....not much to do most of the time
except stave off boredom and loneliness - occasional periods of intense
activity, true but none of this posed a problem for me...being alone in the
middle of 80,000 acres had its advantages.  Now it was to be shared.....and
here I glanced at my new companion.  Not much was visible of his face,
broad brimmed hat pulled well down cast sufficient shadow to obscure
detail, slightly built...yes that was obvious...and not very talkative
either, polite enough...but very reserved.

Pulling up at the station buildings I noticed him sit up and take note...
what he thought I don't know but it must have seemed well, intimidating I
suppose because although the accommodation itself was solid looking it
stood with its few sheds isolated in the middle of...well nothing, nor was
there any sign of life. Anyway there it was and I helped him with his
things as we went inside..no locked doors out here of course.  Once in he
again took note, carefully he scrutinised the various paintings as well as
my preliminary sketches and other half finished works...he seemed to relax
a bit and for the first time I saw him smile...and then he removed his hat.
Closely cropped rich auburn curls clung to an exquisitely shaped head on an
elegant neck, wide grey eyes, delicately chiselled nose and wide pouting
lips were presented for my amazed inspection, he couldn't have been more
than 16 I thought.  I showed him into his room and left him to it.

Later, with a basic meal out of the way I suggested we go outside and enjoy
the sunset...in these parts the show tended to be spectacular. There we sat
stretched out in the peaceful wilderness as nature's tints went to work.
He was obviously absorbed for the show was in fact superb as usual, then in
the descending gloom he began to tell me about himself, not much but
enough....parents separated...no home for the school holidays..Dad had
spoken to a friend...and here he was...oh yes, they hoped it would "toughen
him up" a bit too. That evening I began to see what they meant, my young
companion's idea of casual wear was not exactly mainstream...little was
left to the imagination either so excusing myself, I returned to sketching.
It was perhaps an hour later that I felt it, a chin casually rested on my
shoulder as its owner took in the developing scene in which a sleeping
young man is surveyed by an admiring intruder...

"I wonder how this story will develop?  You've made him very beautiful, I
hope he's gentle with him...it could be a lovely way to wake up couldn't
it...oh, you've given him curly hair...why, it's me!"

"I feel as if I'm just waking up" I answered.."Of course it's you....and
I'd never be anything but gentle..."

Flushed face now pressed to mine I put an arm round his waist and drew him
closer, turning his head - I kissed him.  Silence for a while as we
explored the new situation, lips doing it for us - I had a precious package
here and didn't want to rush, neither it seems did he for we took our time.
Eventually hormones overcame good resolutions and standing him before me I
parted his flimsy top to bare a shoulder, here I nuzzled him before
reaching for a nipple, it was already hard and jutting as I ran my hand to
cup a breast, this I fondled as speechless he gazed back at me....eyes
shining.  Now I had to explore my lovely fully, silky briefs slid over
smooth hips so easily and his lovely erection sprang up to slap his tummy,
the feel of this thighs was near overwhelming...and I could only bury my
face in his lovely groin as shaking I reached round for his buttocks.  As
my hands cupped each lush cheek I felt him thrust into my face the meaning
unmistakable I took his penis between my lips

"Oh yes, I've been wanting you to do that ...just kiss it, near the tip...
like that, oh lovely, oh God, you don't have to suck it...I'll cum if you
do....that's better, we'll make this one last shall we..it's our first....I
haven't any..cream or anything, ooh, you've found me there, careful - I've
only let special people ...do this, I really shouldn't, shouldn't be
letting you....but...it's so nice what you're doing, keep kissing the
tip...like that as you feel me...behind.  My knees are getting wobbly...and
I'm so randy...have you got anything?

I had some Vaseline and now came the exciting part, anointing my beauty and
inserting fingers deep inside those swelling cheeks...

"God, God, I shouldn't...I know what comes next....I shouldn't...can't help
it...too randy...and I like you, but the size of that penis...oh God....put
lots of stuff on it, please."

By now I myself was hopelessly aroused, I stood and clutched him to me as
helpless I nuzzled that lovely neck, ran lips over flushed cheeks and
then..lifting him in my arms carried him unresisting to my room, this was a
supremely beautiful young boy I had laid tossing and turning on my bed,
frontal sex was out - I'd cum within a minute while looking into those
lovely features so reluctantly turning him on one side and raising his leg
I spooned up behind him.  Now the problem of entry, I was beginning to
suspect his experience was limited, so gently, gently was the operative
word, as requested I had of course lubricated myself too, just as well.  I
found his entrance ok but then it became tricky, gentle pressure got
nowhere so thinking hard I eased up, instead I began whispering endearments
as I caressed the rigid boy

"When I first saw you, saw you properly that is, I knew I had to make love
to you, not just sex - you're too special ....and when you came up to me as
I was working, my heart skipped, such a lovely face just next to mine,
thought I was dreaming and here I am holding you like this, what lovely
legs too, here let me reach in front, ooh yes, you are still hard, you feel
beautiful, is this nice when I do it?"

I felt him relax as I masturbated him some more, my own penis had been in
position all this time and imperceptibly, I felt it slipping in...ever so
cautiously I maintained the pressure and suddenly there came a gasp

"You're doing it..its going in, stop....stop...now, a bit more...that's it,
wait let me get used to you, oh it hurts (here I began to withdraw) NO!
Keep going, I want you to, no one's...been able to before....Oh God, love
me some more, that's it....I like that, just hold me close, so nice I feel
you care, don't you?"

I continued to caress the distracted boy who snuggled back against me, in
doing so I of course entered him further "Relax sweetie, just relax, nearly
there, so close, and you're so lovely, beautiful boy.....aren't I the lucky
one.....God...we're there, you clever, clever sweetie!"

Hopelessly tight as he had been, somehow we'd made it...and I wasn't going
to risk anything now...he lay gasping partly in shock and pain and partly
in elation - he needed time to adjust and I was quite happy to lie there
fondling the gorgeous bundle in my arms.  I think he knew this because
after a while I felt him stir, a tentative thrust and he winced, then
another, and another as I let him set the pace, it was thrilling to have
this boy so painfully impale himself and then set about pleasuring us both.
I waited until he had withdrawn his hips a fair distance and then asked him
to hold things there....now most of my penis was exposed and scooping up
the lubricant I carefully anointed the shaft to the point where it entered
him....then let myself sink back between my new lover's buttocks.  As we
progressed, his motions became more pronounced and eventually I could feel
myself withdraw to the very tip and then plunge back up, he too seemed more
at ease, relaxed now the wonder of this new experience was turning him on
and sensing this, I reached over and idly began to masturbate him...I
needn't have bothered, urgently I heard him say it

"Something strange is happening, stop doing that for a minute can you
please...I want to see what's going on..."

In gentle rhythm we thrust and withdrew, I felt his breathing quicken and
wonderingly he observed

"It's building up, it's nice...oh nice, lovely feeling, wonder what...oh
God!  Oh God!  Oh, oh, oh....I'm shooting cum, everywhere, hadn't touched
myself.....and I've cum"

As the shaking boy began to subside I let myself release my own offering,
with arching back he accepted load after load until both subsided shaky and
happy.

"You clever, clever darling" I murmured to the glowing boy "You came inside
and on your very first go...I am lucky aren't I....you're so beautiful...
and so lovely and tight...I'm glad I'm the first...lucky me!"

He looked up with wondering eyes "You know, but it feels so..empty...now
without you in there...it hurt so much at first....but now it's almost as
if I need you in me again......if we rest for a while...do you think you
could...?

I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips as his arms twined around my
neck.