Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2009 12:53:44 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Rivals Part 4

Cousin Betty, back early...no she wasn't, it was merely much later than I'd
thought and here I was in flagrante, smothering the elf with kisses as she
looked on.  Somehow I managed the introductions though strangely enough I
seemed to be the only one discomfited by the situation.  We left soon after
and I walked with him to the station.

Cousin Betty was unusually quiet when I got home, and very thoughtful.
Every now and then I intercepted a little glance and then...

"It seems pretty serious doesn't it?" I nodded

"It started way back -- at school".

Then her reply "this place won't take him as well, you'll have to find
somewhere else...leave it with me."

Turned out cousin Betty had been busy...a certain friend of hers was
worried about a little boy...her son in fact who was in a
relationship...with another young man, neither of them had any friends or
anything by way of a social life since both were terrified of coming "out".
This lady happened to own sizeable chunks of West London and it so happened
that a nice dry basement flat could be made available at a reasonable
rent...to a couple who wouldn't mind getting to know these two recluses,
offer a bit of moral support and so forth....and the more I thought about
it the more I liked the idea.  The elf was very keen, his parents had long
suspected the situation where he was concerned and only wanted to meet me
-- for reassurance, he'd continue to work in their business of course so
they weren't exactly losing him.

The fuss and bother of moving was over with and we sat back and looked at
each other, until speaking my thoughts out loud

"Its fine in here....I can cuddle you, kiss you, make love to you whenever
it suits us...but what about outside, I long to hold your hand when we're
out walking, to slip an arm around your waist, kiss you when I want...and
just because you're a boy, we can't do any of that...not without the risk
of unpleasantness or worse.  It's so unfair, you are so very attractive,
you've a model's figure and can even walk like one, with your hair style
and colouring Liza Minnelli could be your big sister - oh well, at least we
have this I suppose..." and here I gestured around the comfortable little
flat.  Thinking that I might be upset he scampered across the carpet to
perch upon my lap, nuzzling my ear he said

"Well....we HAVE managed it before...haven't we?  Remember that afternoon
in Notting Hill Gate...we got away with that...now what if I practise a
bit...you too, you'll have to be more relaxed and casual about it...and
then - we'll see how we go?"

He was dead right of course only this time there were no clothes for
borrowing.  The answer lay in the Portobello Road markets that Saturday -
here anonymity prevailed, no eyebrows were ever raised...and the elf seemed
to know what he was after, eager stall holders for once losing their
indifference to assist my enchanting young boy.  Of course we needed a Taxi
to get the stuff home, once there he vanished.  In the midst of a daydream
I was startled to hear a low throaty growl...and my eyes were riveted by
the sight.  Hand on hip, long glorious legs stretched on down forever - Hot
Pants were "in" and no wonder, loose top with a deep vee completed the
outfit, the flat chested look was ultra chic just then - what I saw was a
stunning example of what London had to offer.  Hips gently undulating and
eyes fixed on mine he swayed across the room, amazed I could only take him
in my arms, and between kisses murmur desperately

"Please, please can we....do it...God I need you...please...please..."

and my hands were roaming all over him, the feel of those little buttocks
bursting through their clinging pants..feverishly I slipped a hand within
his vee top to palm a nipple then cup a small breast, he was looking up at
me with shining eyes as he placed a hand over mine and pressed it to him,
there was silence as our mouths engaged, now he had both arms around my
neck and with hands free I began to ease the garment over his hips.  First
his erection sprang free and I marvelled at the smoothness of his skin, he
didn't need nylons...all I wanted was to position myself between those long
milky white legs, to have them twine around my waist as I did my best to
satisfy him, so picking him up I carried him through to the bedroom, and
with his arms again round my neck and legs around my waist I eagerly began
to lubricate his tight little entry.  Now a thought hit me, positioned as
he was....it should be an easy matter...with my back against the wall and
hands beneath his buttocks....like this...his eyes are closed, I think he
knows what I intend

"Is this alright sweetie, will you be comfortable...?"

"I won't know until you're in me - will I, so hurry up and we'll find out!"

With one hand he reached behind to position me, again that glorious
squeezing feeling before I popped into that tight tunnel, again I paused to
savour as much as to ease things for him, I still don't know how he manages
to take me....and there I stood, my delicious bundle clasped to me with my
penis firmly embedded far up between his buttocks.  So we settled into a
neat rhythm, me lifting thighs as he gently hoisted himself with arms
around my neck, essentially it was left to him to pleasure himself upon
me....though I came first admittedly, the novelty of the position and
different sensations were overwhelming and not helped by having his sweet
little face gazing up at me as we copulated!  However, before I softened I
laid him on his back thrusting in and out as I vigorously masturbated
him...and with cooing noises my lover came.

Sometime later, reasonably composed...we tried out his new gear, I held his
hand as we wandered along Kensington High Street, no reaction other than
the usual heads turning as admiring males sussed him out, the occasional
wolf whistle.  The only diversion occurred in Barkers department store
where at the cosmetics counter several of the younger girls began to titter
helplessly.  Fearing the worst I cornered the mature lady in charge and
asked what was the problem...after some firm words with the trio concerned
she returned and ever so delicately observed

"Sir, you are probably not aware that when a young lady has been, well
...favoured...it may be best if she remain at home until the
effects....dissipate...we females can spot the afterglow a mile off...."

Much relieved I thanked the kindly soul profusely, meanwhile having
overheard most of this the unfortunate elf was now turned a bright
crimson...though a by now sympathetic group of young women had surrounded
him and were busy darting me scornful glances...cringing I took his hand
and led him from the disaster zone...only to encounter another for there in
the aisle a sweet faced youngster stood in tears while his older partner
tried desperately to shield and comfort him...this time it was the elf who
intruded himself.....