That special feeling Part 4
Fascinated I watched the boy bring his head closer, he was kneeling before me naked from the waist down with trousers round his ankles and my excited prick the focus of his attention. I felt his lips close upon the head part and as they did so, he glanced up gauging my reaction, he looked adorably sexy like that...cute puppy dog eyes behind those glasses and my penis inching its way into his mouth, it lasted a minute though no more before glancing up again he drew back, gently kissed the head and rose "That's enough of that...I want you to wank me nicely - is that OK? You see, I don't like to be fucked in here, no reason really but I do prefer my boyfriends to do that sort of thing with me well...in bed or whatever.." His delicate fingers were pure magic and I told him so while for my part I wasn’t so much wanking him as caressing his prick, relishing the feel of it.
It's amazing how two experienced partners can spin things out, I was becoming steadily more aroused to the extent where I'd take my hand from him and reaching between his buttocks, plunge a finger deep within while pressing our bodies together..."That feels wonderful" I told him, my voice husky both hands now busy at his buttocks "What's you name by the way?" Lips parted and eyes closed he paused then "Clarence" I heard "Yeah the other kids tease me but....I like it, it's different...." I was now cuddling him "I like it too...and above all I like - the very sexy boy it belongs to". He glanced up to see if I was teasing and as he did so I kissed him full on the lips, his eyes widened and then he relaxed - and my tongue was inside, for perhaps a minute we enjoyed the play before breaking to resume our mutual masturbation.
We continued pleasuring each other in silence both concentrating on what we were doing, when I broached the subject "You know, I'd really love to have you round at my place, and get you completely naked so we can have even more fun...would you let me undress you, slowly of course, no rushing?" He flushed pink, "Well, I suppose you will want to fuck me too...I'll think about that but first we've got something to take care of - haven't we?" We got busy with our hands and within minutes the delightful boy had my hips convulsing...I came and came it seemed and then regaining my breath, surveyed the sticky mess I'd made of his tummy. "Here, oh sorry sweety...let me..." and with my handkerchief mopped him as best I could. Clarence accepted my ministrations and then pensively announced "Yes, perhaps I might come round to your place...after school next week maybe...here's my 'phone number".
Clarence left the toilet block first and I watched him go, there went the slender body with tight little buttocks - were they swaying provocatively? I liked to think it was for my benefit. Too soon it seemed, he receded into the gloom. That night I remained in a state of arousal....the young boys smooth pale thighs, his pretty prick raised flat against tummy, deliciously moulded buttocks and then those cute sexy glances, so knowing yet so innocent....next week seemed an age away.
A couple of days later, still aroused I sought temporary relief...yes, I'd visit my hairdresser friend for a "hair cut". He had someone in the chair when I arrived so I settled down for a wait. After a moment my friend broke off what he was doing and rummaged among a separate pile of magazines, one of which he unobtrusively handed me - uh oh! It had some rather nice stuff inside, the first photo depicted a slightly built youth lying back naked and with legs wide apart, he'd placed hands beneath his thighs drawing his long smooth legs up to reveal an enticing looking hole, near him stood a lucky someone sporting a huge erection..I couldn't help wondering if it would fit the boy. Engrossed I discreetly turned the pages, vaguely I heard the door close and then the hair dresser was beside me "I've closed shop for a tea break....you don't need a hair cur yet so....you need something else don't you? Reluctantly I handed the magazine back to him as he continued "It's ok we won't be disturbed...here let's go through these together...the boys are teens and there's a few I rather fancy...see what you think?" What I's seen so far had already made me hard so I certainly had no objection!
What followed next was reminiscent of the early days at boarding school, ushered into a back room I noted a bed in the corner, there I was invited to lie myself down as my host dropped his trousers and lay beside me with his magazine...the memories came back of prior illicit encounters after lights out and I eased my own pants down to my knees in anticipation. Sure enough my host began fondling himself while holding up the magazine in his other hand...it was all so familiar and I too began stroking myself while helping him hold the pages open. There was silence for a while and then he broke it, I heard him swallow then ask "So, what do you think of this one then?" The scene was of a lithe youngster with legs spread, supported from behind by a powerful individual who had lifted him bodily to impale him on his prick - which was now buried deep inside him. My breathing quickened while I enjoyed the scene "Yeah, that's lovely" I agreed "Wouldn't mind trying that...with the right boy.." We were by now masturbating side by side...so I took the opportunity to tell him about Clarence and the toilets.
The little barber listened avidly then added after "Yeah, you can have some lovely fun there, go there occasionally myself - so meeting him again are you? What's he look like?" I gave him a description of Clarence, his response was "Wow! Sounds like nice work...and you didn't fuck him then?" I explained that I believed he wanted to save that for when we were in more comfortable surroundings and that I thought that the boy would be a good fuck too - I described the shape of his buttocks to emphasise the point "So, that's why you were all sexed up when you came here....can't say I blame you....'course if you get him at your place you two will be able to do anything you like with each other...mmmm..mind you what we are doing is nice too isn't it, how are you going there?"
He had put the magazine down and was looking at me enquiringly....yes it was nice lying there hand quietly fondling my prick, slowly so as to make it last but...well...I had liked the shape and size of his from the start...I removed my hand from mine and looked across at him smiling my invitation "Yes?" was all I said...in reply I felt skilled fingers reach for my penis...in turn I reached to stroke his ... its head was so soft and silky smooth..."That's nice, feels good doesn't it, nothing like playing with another man's prick....ooooh yesssss, just like that...my you're good at this!" He giggled "Had heaps of practice you know...started very young too..and in those same toilets..." I confided that I too had started early - aged about 11 in fact there had been this maths teacher who had taken a fancy to me, he had been quite brazen about it for during much of the class he'd kneel beside my desk - only part concealed - and slide his hand up my shorts...which meant I had to wriggle about a bit if I wanted to have him feel me up properly - which of course I did! On hearing this my little friend's hips jerked, then jerked again as he gasped out "Oh God.....lucky ...teacher.....there...oh yessss!" I too let myself release......but at the back of my mind there was the anticipation..of a visitor next week!