Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 20:38:39 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Intro & arrival

A timid 13 year old I lay there in a turmoil of indecision, I'd been
assigned a room with one other boy - whom I scarcely new, his bed under the
window, mine by the door - and the torment was terrible.  No more than a
few months had passed since I'd left that junior school and that's where it
all began...the warm summer night in the large dormitory when unable to
sleep I'd listed restlessly to the sounds of deep breathing all around.
Yet I wasn't alone in my wakefulness for there was one other and he it was
who silently appeared at my bedside.

"Shush" he whispered, "here let me" .....and the owner of those startling
curls lifted my sheets and then carefully insinuated his hand.  The touch
was terrific - when he found me and he knew what he was doing for with
little encouragement I found myself grasping his penis and as he fondled
and toyed, so I clumsily began to masturbate him.  That first session must
have lasted some time for by the time the last shudders had subsided, it
was dark in the dormitory and in the gloom I watched his dim figure easing
back into his own bed.  Of course, there were many more such evenings,
always late and when it was deemed that the other occupants were safely
asleep.  Restricted as we were in our activities, it isn't surprising that
both became expert at what we did, for we had to make the most of what was
available and thus it was that I developed those skills that I was later to
use with such satisfying result on future partners, for once I got my hands
on him even the most hesitant would soon happily abandon himself to my
ministrations.

As I lay there indecisive, all these thoughts were mulled over, then
revisited...for here I was in a new school, and very nervous.  Was the
occupant of that other bed awake?  Mentally I pictured him naked as I'd
seen him changing after sports, legs so slender, buttocks hard swelling
little mounds, perky and inviting, narrow waist but it was his eyes, brown
huge and round and the slightly sullen pouting of his slips, almost parted
in a sneer. Nowadays self knowledge would have warned me of impending
obsession but then, why my hormones were wild, wild enough to stir me to
act and casting caution aside and risking all, I tiptoed over to the bed
opposite.  He was awake, those lovely eyes stared up at me, he frowned a
question "What is it?" "Can't sleep" I replied "need to do something - here
let me just....".

There was a moment's token resistance and then as I expected, my hand was
under his bedclothes. The look on his face told me that he was new to this
so without delay I reached right in and there, my fingers found his little
penis and his indoctrination began.  There were no protests I noticed but
mute he lay there as if suffering my attentions but, importantly - I
noticed that he'd become erect, and then it was that I knew he was mine to
enjoy.  For a few minutes I allowed him to savour the new sensations but
then slowly yet firmly I drew down his bedclothes, there lay the slim
pyjama clad form, my hand busy at the slit, the next act was one to savour,
for finding the pyjama cord I carefully pulled and the garment was undone.
Removing hand from his penis I began to ease the garment down from his
hips, it got as far as his buttocks and then - it happened, the boy raised
his hips to assist!  He really was lovely, God how could a boy be so
slender and so fragile and here he was spread before me, erection flat
against his tummy.  "How's it feel" I asked solicitously, a pause then
"It's alright" but with a little grin.  I continued to stroke and fondle
his penis.  Now the next stage, firmly I grasped his nearest hand and
placed it in my lap, by now I was sitting on his bed beside him so my penis
was within easy reach.  Clumsy fingers felt for me so as I began to gently
masturbate the boy I whispered "Do it the same way I'm doing it to you".
He was a keen learner and I discovered, very responsive too and this made
his seduction an extra turn on for by now it was obvious that many evenings
of pleasure lay ahead.

Each visit, I took it a stage further, I myself was now in uncharted waters
and eager to put theory into practice.  So, I got to relish the feel of his
penis as my tongue caressed its smooth tip, firmly disengaging as he
frantically tried to fuck my mouth...he'd cum in a second otherwise and
that wasn't my intention, I savoured those lengthy sessions with him,
hearing his plea "oh, let me cum, please make me cum...please..." and my
reply "Not yet, I'm enjoying you too much.....just a while longer...don't
you like this - what I'm doing?" "Christ, oh Christ...yes I do but...I've
got the sexy feeling all over, you know...?"  Oh yes I knew alright, that
sexy feeling, after about half an hour of my getting my hands on him it
would start, deep down in my loins and then suffusing my body, breathing
became constricted and I simply...couldn't get enough of him.  So, sucking
was out - except in moderation and only in foreplay.  I'm not sure what
prompted it but there was that night when busy caressing the lithe body, I
groped for his buttocks and he shuddered...a bit of fumbling and my finger
was deep in his passage "How's that?" I asked "Not sure, a bit funny
...sort of...but,,,yes, it's nice".  Carefully I began to finger fuck the
boy but eventually he became sore so withdrawing my finger I lay down
alongside him, pulling him close I began to caress the smooth expanse of
his back, hands wandering to buttocks I fondled them - and then it
happened, he began to shiver, not with cold but with barely suppressed
passion, and then I knew it, I had him.  We were birds of a feather, no
pretence was needed and as I nuzzled that slender neck I knew that if I
sought his lips, they would open and so it was, clumsy kisses, tongues
awkwardly probing I felt him cum against my tummy - and was content.  Our
next tryst didn't conform with convention, as each reached for the other's
penis, his rueful comment escaped "We're a right couple of queers aren't
we?".  I said nothing, but nodded happily as I reached for the buttons on
his pyjama top, these being undone I peeled the garment down to expose a
creamy shoulder, there my lips settled and then as they found that slender
neck...again he began to shiver...I never looked back....