My time at school came to an end, having achieved unexpected success in exams I eventually headed to London there to take up a full time job. At this time I shared a flat with three girls in West London, not a bad arrangement though they probably had to put up with a bit. One evening there was a `phone call for me, not unexpectedly it turned out to be my little friend -- he wanted to know if we could meet...well there was a bank holiday weekend coming up and I knew my three flat mates would be heading off to various places so, we arranged to meet at the nearby Tube Station next Friday fortnight, at 7pm I'd be waiting for him. Well, it had been at least a year since I'd had male intercourse and I was rather missing it, I wondered if much had changed...
Eventually Friday came and off I went to the rendezvous, five minutes wait -- and there he was, still a slightly built youth with those huge dark eyes and pale smooth skin, he probably didn't need to shave that often. Neither of us said anything, we didn't need to, so without further ado I led the way up the steps. Reaching the block of flats I had a bad moment -- then introduced him to the Porter on duty as "an old school friend". When we got to the flat door I found my hand was shaking as I reached with the key, after some scrabbling around I managed to turn it and let us in. The feeling as I closed that door behind us was indescribable, food and drink offered we settled down to look at each other, what I saw was a most attractive young man that I wanted to undress as soon as possible -- and I think he saw this for he started to relax. First his legs parted, then he crossed one over the other, seizing the opportunity I went over and sat beside him, there I began caressing the calf of his proffered leg, looked at him and raised one eyebrow, he smiled. Wordlessly we both got up, I was headed to my bedroom and took him by the hand -- once there I slowly began undressing him. Emerging once more was a gorgeously slender body, pert buttocks and above all those huge dark Doe eyes -- I told him what I thought while removing my own clothes only to hear his response
"I bet I can't match up to those three girls of yours!"
And I had a thought, the girls were away, he's so lovely and slender, I wonder...so I told him what I had in mind. To my surprise he never hesitated and together we started our search, and lo and behold, fish net stockings, suspenders, panties and bra complete with high heels that actually fit! Ten minutes later and I had a raving beauty in the flat, it only needed a touch of makeup and here there was no problem either for the little minx obviously knew what he was doing! Swaying daintily in his high heels he emerged from their bedroom, huge eyes glowing in their mascara setting, delicately rouged cheeks above pouting red lips - he was a sensation! With dry mouth I positioned him in front of the full length hall mirror, he looked at the image and purred as unable to help myself I reached round in front and began to fondle him, the feeling as I slipped my hand into his panties was unbelievable, and the slim elegance of those legs in fish net stockings, well I nearly came there and then -- and he knew it! Overcome I knelt before my lover, running hands up and down those legs then gently massaging his love passage between those adorable buttocks, he was sex personified, a sensational love object -- and to think that I had set him upon this course all those years ago? Wow -- my hands were becoming frenzied now and against my will I wanted take him, NOW! Mercifully he too had got caught up in the heat - we were both on heat in fact --and nothing could have interrupted us. Next thing I knew I had him laid face up on my bed, two pillows under his hips and ready for me, I could see his lips were parted and his breathing heavy and irregular just like the old days only now there was nothing to stop us. Lifting his hips and pulling his panties aside my fully lubricated penis probed his sex and clutching that darling body to me I joyfully entered him. Waves of feeling washed over me as I began the delirious journey, my lover arching his back to accommodate my thrusts served to drive me to near insane heights of pleasure. It couldn't last and soon I collapsed quivering and panting beside his lovely body, numbly I felt my pretty partner mount and enter me, eagerly I bucked to let him go deeper until he in turn expended himself in me. The rest of that night and much of the weekend were spent pleasuring one another, we had time to make up and free of constraint could now give full expression to our innermost desires -- I still couldn't get over the sight of those buttocks swaying above their slender legs in the high heels, at times I was reduced to near shaking desperation as I begged to penetrate him once more, time became a blur in my frenzy of lust. In the end we somehow managed to emerge past the Porter with some semblance of normality, three days had passed, we both had difficulty walking yet neither would have missed any of it.
It was a couple of weeks later that I got another `phone call
"are you still sore down there? I've been thinking..."
My reply "so have I..."
Well, we moved in together, this way at least we can pace ourselves and there's no need for the orgiastic frenzy brought on by separation, now I can feel him up whenever I like, caress a slim leg, admire pert buttocks offered for penetration, throw an arm across my sleeping beauty -- without getting too carried away!