Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 21:42:43 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <bradmanlawrence@gmail.com>
Subject: The Opportunist Part 2

The Opportunist Part 2



Caution was needed, I didn't care to let the others even have a hint of
what was going on between me and Tristram, instead I posed as his sort of -
vaguely indifferent - protector, the type that doesn't approve of ill
treating small creatures, some thought it vaguely eccentric but commendable
and I was happy to let it go at that.  Meanwhile, I wasn't getting to see
my little friend as much as I would have liked, the chances of being seen
were simply not worth the risk and he too was evidently unhappy with the
situation, typically we'd start by kissing and then heavy petting, Tristram
was an eager learner "Am I doing it right...is it nice like this...you like
looking at me, don't you, here let me unbutton my shirt" and so on.  Early
on I'd discovered his nipples, they were rather sensitive and he enjoyed my
fondling his tiny breasts, for my part it was a real turn on to deep kiss
him while slipping a hand inside his shirt for a feel.  However despite the
intensity of our experience during those brief infrequent meetings, we both
wanted more and it was Tristram who provided the means.

We were adjusting or clothing for departure when clearing his throat
Tristram made the suggestion "Um...you know, well, mummy has been saying I
need to make a friend, she thinks well someone I could share homework with
sort of..you know, so...well...would you like to, after school well, maybe
come over and meet mummy too?  I took him in my arms and kissed him soundly
"Wow, you are a cunning one....yes....could be lots of fun...no good you
coming over to see me, one look at you and my parents would guess - you're
much too pretty!  You sure your mum won't mind?"  He shook his head
emphatically "Just be nice to her, she likes to think she's boss."  So we
settled on a day, I only hoped we'd have the privacy we needed but as I
watched my little friend's bottom undulating away down the path, was
determined to do whatever was necessary to have him in my arms, naked and
quivering...God was he delicious!

It was a two story building, basically four up and four down, bedrooms
upstairs, comfortable lounge and little garden, nothing special, his mum
appeared from nowhere and stood glaring at me "You're his friend then...are
you really?  Tristram doesn't seem to make friends, not with other
boys...are you rough?  No, you could be but....no....you seem different,
good but you are bigger than Tristram, anyway, I'm out for a while, back to
feed you if Tristram doesn't...got a date."  She was a striking woman,
extremely petite and well, I could see they were her legs he'd inherited,
no tits to speak of I noted but, rather nice - if you ignored the scowl and
abrupt manner.

The car started outside and immediately Tristram took me by the hand to
lead me upstairs "My room is along here, come and see".  I wasn't prepared
for this, a chintzy boudoir "Mummy fitted it out, I love sort of soft
things, they are pretty aren't they?"  Tristram opened a wardrobe and began
to rummage around "Mummy says I can dress comfy at home...see what you
think?"  He undressed behind the cupboard door, occasionally he'd peep out
from behind it, auburn curls and green eyes twinkling, happy.  At last, out
he popped, waist length negligee and lacy panties, he pirouetted and
postured, looked thoughtful and then again ducked behind the door "Now,
what do you think?  Better?"  He'd donned stockings, sheer with those grip
tops that encircle the upper thigh, this time he struck a pose, leg
outstretched.  I'd already formed a thing about his legs but now, I just
had to stare, drinking in his beauty, he had a pretty little figure too, he
wasn't just a pair of lovely legs.  Now he stood uncertain, abashed at
having let himself get carried away, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment
and head bent "Well, I'm sort of different aren't I, sorry."  He said it
quietly "I know I'm supposed to be a boy and all that but....I can't seem
to think that way and, and I get all excited when you ... you see...."  It
was strange, but I hadn't noticed his lovely long eye lashes until
now..when there were tears forming on them.

The fact that I'd remained silent so long was due to the fact that I was
stunned, utterly taken aback by the boy's beauty, rather belatedly coming
to my senses I stepped forward, gripped his shoulders and drew him to me, I
found myself seriously aroused and as I pulled him closer my erection
pressed hard against him.  The change was magical, still blinking tears he
gazed up with lips parted "You mean...you don't mind...you still..fancy
me?"  I kissed him in reply whereupon drawing back he buried his face in my
shoulder and began to sob "Sorry, be OK soon, just never expected...so
lonely...Oh, enough of this...shall we have some..fun?"  He looked around,
"Would you like to - undress me, there's my bed over there and we can take
our time, mummy comes home late, mostly.....I'd like to be undressed by you
and then maybe you would like to cuddle me or if you like, I can suck you"
I looked surprised and he giggled "Yes, I found one of those magazines
mummy buys for the dirty stories....I'd like to try doing that for you...."
For a moment or two I was at a loss, alone with this startlingly beautiful
boy dressed so alluringly, where was I to start?

Hesitantly I took his hand and led him to the bed, Tristram willingly
followed and as we reached it, grasped me as he fell on to it, taking me
with him, lying there with me on top of him he sighed "Mmmmm, heaven, now
I've got you!"  He was right, he'd got me well and truly, and not just
because of the arms around my neck "Kiss, please, pretty please, kiss,
kiss?"  I obliged but meanwhile let my hand slip under his panties, he
detached himself and helped me remove them, then made as if to take off his
nylons..."No Tristram, don't do that, please...you have such lovely
legs..and...and they make them even more beautiful" Briefly I ran a hand up
and down one before moving up to the place where they parted, tenderly I
fondled the hard little penis, Tristram moaned briefly in response and his
slender hips heaved up "Yes, do it like that, it's so nice an' you're so
clever the way you do things with me" and his hips rose and fell to my
touch....a little drop of glistening sperm forming at the tip of his penis.
The negligee had parted of course and removing my hand from his prick I
began to fondle the little breasts that were now exposed, carefully
stimulating a nipple "Is that OK sweetie" My little boyfriend cooed in
contentment so I pulled him close in a cuddle, now caressing him in a line
down the centre of his back, feeling his whole body shudder as I did so.
"This isn't fair...I want to do something for you too....please?  Pretty,
pretty please?"