Date: Thu, 14 May 2015 15:47:31 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <bradmanlawrence@gmail.com>
Subject: The Opportunist Part 3

The Opportunist Part 3


I remembered what he'd said earlier and had a pretty good idea of what
Tristram intended, I just hoped that this fragile delicate boy didn't find
the experience too gross.  Twisting his body away he sat up straight,
carefully primping his auburn locks and playfully pouting he ran his tongue
over those full lips as if savouring what was to come.  "Why don't you lie
down, here have these pillows, then you can watch to make sure I do it
right - or maybe you would just enjoy watching?  Ooops, that was naughty of
me wasn't it?"  The lovely boy became all business like, lying on his tummy
between my legs, he tentatively held my prick to his lips, propped up on
the pillows I could see everything of course. While holding my gaze his
pink tongue darted out and slowly traversed the head, I shivered.  Tristram
paused and grinned mischievously before slowly taking me into his mouth, he
bobbed his head up and down a few times then broke off "You know, I rather
like doing this...slight salty taste but you feel yummy, lovely
texture...let's see..." and he resumed sucking, progressively taking me
deeper and yes, he did seem to be enjoying it and those lovely eyes,
watching me with adoration almost, they were a real turn on.  I guessed it
wouldn't last, this being his first time his jaw muscles would soon begin
to ache, sure enough he withdrew and instead began to smother my prick in
little kisses, that was it for me "Tristram, please - move up here?"  It
was strange, I just wanted to put my arms around the boy, press him to me
and grind our pricks together, just wanted to be close I suppose...weird?"

It made such a difference being on top of his bed with Tristram instead of
furtively feeling him up back at school, I was able to run my hands over
his smooth body and shapely nylon clad legs with complete freedom while he
lay there with a little smile, lips parted slightly and waiting patiently
until I'd had my fill of him and then - the mutual masturbation began.  By
now we were well attuned to each other's needs, occasionally we'd exchange
kisses and then lie looking into each other's eyes as our hands stroked and
fondled between each other's legs "I love the feel of your prick Tristram"
as my hand moved deftly up and down his smooth shaft...tell me - am I doing
it too fast "Slower please, it's so nice having you here doing this to me I
really feel special when I'm with you and sort of...very sexy, I wish this
could go on forever..."  Of course by then I too was seriously aroused,
idly I slid my spare hand around to his buttocks, beautifully firm and
smooth they invited an exploring finger.  Finding his passage I gently ran
an index finger round it "Mmmm that's nice" murmured my pretty partner and
thus emboldened I inched the finger up into him "I like that" He said
simply and in response I suggested he turn on his side, which he did.  I
could now finger fuck him in earnest while using the other hand to
masturbate him...Tristram's breathing became heavy, suddenly he broke away,
long nylon clad legs wrapped around me and he began thrusting his penis up
against my tummy. "Wish, wish...oh how I wish..you could fuck me, wouldn't
it be great...if we could..?"  I responded by placing my own prick between
his thighs and frantically we bucked and thrust, Tristram was in my arms
face distorted and then came the heaving panting release, thrusts slowing,
gasps easing and our tummies seemed stuck together with gluey stuff.

We lay regarding the mess we'd made, both still breathing heavily and
flushed with it, calming somewhat I glanced at his clock...ooops1 If I
weren't careful my parents would soon become anxious and that would need
explanations, I said as much to Tristram....he was propped up with his legs
apart, those lovely long legs "Call them....can't you...here, use this" and
he handed me his mobile.  Briefly I explained where I was and would it be
OK if I was home around 7 pm?  Tristram nodded approvingly, fortunately
there was no problem.  My eyes meanwhile had been drinking in his
nakedness, he retained the nylons and if anything they enhanced that state,
he caught my fixed stare, flushed pink but didn't move to cover himself
"You really do like seeing me nude, don't you?  Am I really that..sexy
then, I mean I'm not even in my pretty clothes....looking at me like that,
it's turning me on..." I saw what he meant, his penis had risen and was now
pressed flat against his tummy, I reached for it but changed my mind "You
could end up sore you know (I spoke from experience) but there's something
you might like...well, you've become a cocksucker - here he giggled - and I
want to be something else, now pretty boy, just lay on your tummy for me
and..."

Tristram did as I'd asked and lay with his sweet face turned questioningly,
I slid down the bed beside him, then on my elbows raised myself to caress
his buttocks "Mmmmm, nice, I like that..and so do you!  I wonder why, but
it does make me feel all sexy...and there, yes that's the spot...and ..."
he broke off, for I had parted his buttocks to reveal his hole, pink and
crinkled at the edges it was strangely inviting, if I'd had reservations
before I had none now for ducking my head and extending my tongue I
attempted to dart it in, his muscles clenched of course and I heard him
gasp...but he nevertheless thrust his hips into my face.  Instead of
penetration with my tongue I gently probed and licked, I became vaguely
aware of a commotion, it was Tristram, he was sort of mewing and clenching
the sheets in his hands while trying to bury my face in him - if only I
could, I thought...he'd obviously kept himself clean, a faint mustiness
only served to excite me more.  Eventually we both broke it off and frantic
masturbation took over, Tristram lay on his back, legs parted as wide as
they could go in offering while he frantically stroked my prick up and
down....something was telling me that, yes this was someone special I'd
latched on to.

Passion spent (though that night I'd awake many times and have to
masturbate at the memories) Tristram got dressed 'for mummy' and again I
had to marvel at his grace and femininity, now a demure young teen in
sensible skirt he saw me to the door, before opening it though I felt his
arms around my neck and warm lips pressed to mine, briefly - and then he
pulled away "That's enough darling...or I won't be able to let you go!"
Last I saw were a flushed little face beneath auburn curls, a slight wave
of the hand, and the angel was gone.  All the way home I kept asking myself
- "How will I cope at school, pretending...always careful to give nothing
away, not risking a glance at him...but - it had to be done, for both our
sakes, of that I was convinced.