Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:50:25 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fast Learner Part 6

I was leaving for the last time and from now on I'd be out in the big wide
World, the train journey to London took about an hour and a half so
exchanging a meaningful glance with my young companion, I headed into the
corridor and along the swaying carriage to the toilets..one was free and I
ducked in, perhaps 10 seconds passed and there came a distinctive
tapping...quickly I opened the door to admit the slightly built 14 year
old.  Without saying anything he dropped his trousers and took a position
bending over the toilet bowl...thankfully I spotted a liquid soap
dispenser, it would have to do.  Involuntarily I gave a shiver as I applied
the stuff between his cheeks, this kid had turned me on right from the
start - his beautifully formed buttocks on smooth slender legs seemed to
have a life of their own...they could hypnotise as he moved, the slender
waist above them only accentuated their generosity...the cute curls...I had
begun by seducing the boy in his first term, now I wasn't certain as to the
relationship's exact status, all I knew was that soon, very soon we would
be parting company and this current coupling would likely be our last - for
some time.  So it was with a mixture of lust and desperation that I now
aimed my penis at its intended partner, he had received me so many times
before yet it still seemed a new adventure each time I entered him, the
excitement returned as I began to probe deep..and his knuckles whitened as
he grabbed the shelf.  To the train's casual motion I slid in and out of
the boy perhaps for the last time, perhaps it was fancy too but as I came
it felt as if from somewhere deep I had found extra to inject between those
cheeks, a mere half an hour had passed and now spent - I lingered, slowly
my shaft eased out, as methodically and still with head bent he groped for
toilet paper.  This time I noticed, rather than simply wiping my fluid from
him he formed the paper into a wad and wedging it between cheeks, raised
his trousers.  In a low voice

"This way I'll have some of you, for a little while longer...."

and he began to cry.  I felt close to crying myself for some reason but
comforting him did take my mind off my own sense of impending loss, anyway,
we needed to get back to our compartment, London was nearing and things
need to be fetched down in readiness.  It was while I was fussing around
that I began to think...there would be the occasional weekends when I could
visit...boys were allowed out at certain times and I whispered my thoughts
to the little darling...furthermore at least one weekend was set aside for
Old Boys to visit, accommodation was provided in the Houses themselves,
which meant.....I began to feel better and I watched as he visibly
brightened too as I shared my thoughts.

The next time we met, it felt strange....he "belonged" whereas I, well I
was the visitor.  Fortunately his older brother was also visiting..and for
similar reasons, so it was no problem obtaining a weekend pass and since
both his brother and I had been forced to book into a Motel, it actually
made things easier for him...his brother had a car and we shared the petrol
so...it made sense that we collect the two younger boys and drive them away
- for one of those "dirty weekends" I suppose.  In the event neither of the
two youngsters objected in the slightest, it was all great fun and as they
sat giggling and squirming in the back I fervently hoped they would settle
before we got to the Motel, which thankfully they did.  We didn't
particularly want to attract any attention so as soon as we pulled up I
hopped out and had the back door open while I fumbled for the key, then as
my little sweetheart emerged I grabbed him, pulled him inside and slammed
the door shut, a process I heard repeating itself as the other youngster
also found himself committed to a weekend of sex.

For a minute neither of us said anything, both were adjusting to the fact
that here we were alone, without fear of interruption, at last!  It had
been nearly two months since we'd last seen each other, absently I began
removing his clothes

"You haven't said if you missed me.."

"You'll soon find out how much I've been missing you..."

There, I had his shirt off....those little nipples...oooh yes...mmm, now
they are really sticking out, he likes it too.  What a graceful little boy
I thought, easing off his trousers and such a sweet sight to see his
erection press hard against his tummy as I stroked it...I just wanted to
stroke him for now, to feel and fondle him...sweet boy and mine, all
mine..he's standing there dead still letting me have my fill, he knows how
badly I want him and he's smiling, happy now to have me all over him...he's
in control.  Oh yes - he always was in control, I no longer delude
myself...I see that there's a wall mirror, full length, now I wonder, yes
hands between his thighs, facing away from you...and lift...he's seen the
mirror and understands, a nervous giggle - which means he's aroused, very
aroused. Pause before the mirror as he reaches back to loop arms behind
your neck, my God he's actually drooling, we've done this once before of
course and he knows what's going to happen, I'm just about in position I
think, let's try it....gently lower..God his thighs are lovely nested in
your hands, there the shaft is disappearing...he's sinking on to it and I
can feel his back arching...God how beautiful a sight...what's that
noise...oh - he's whimpering - and smiling with it!  I feel like crying too
somehow as I begin the first strokes in and out of my precious burden, he's
using his arms to raise and lower himself too..God he's gifted, again I
wonder, who's been learning from who?