Ciao Gianni!
I do believe I have the best boyfriend ever. I know you're probably partial to your own, but let me assure you: my perfect Padfoot is the grand champion of excellent boyfriends.
And becasue I'm in such a perfect, excellent mood, I will give you the thrill of a lifetime and provide DETAILS!
Oh my GOD what am I THINKING?!
Right. So. First Valentine's Day and all. The previous five years were all about S. making fun of all the schmoopy, kissy couples who dared express their lust love in public. So, I was a bit apprehensive about what the day would bring. We hadn't discussed any plans, and...
Well, what you have to understand about S. is that...well, he's bloody popular. Rightly so, of course. He's gorgeous and charming and funny. and everything I'm not Anyway, he's always had had loads of female attention. And it was always considered "common knowledge" that S. had a new girlfriend every week and shagged them all and such. We all knew the th truth, of course - it was all talk, and most of it not even his. But he never tried to straighten anyone out, either.
Point is, those conceptions are still in place. As I'm sure you can understand, no one knows about us. Not even our best mates (though I suspect that S. vascillates between liking our secret and wanting to tell J. because they tell each other everything.)
What all this means is, of course, I wasn't sure this would be a special day for us. Even if he didn't go around hexing snogging couples, I didn't really think he'd act any differently towards me...just our normal stolen kisses and teasing gropes under the table at meals. One day someone is going to ask why we only ever eat with one hand each!
On the other hand, by now I should be used to S. being completely unpredictable and utterly charming and the biggest, most soft-hearted romantic you could ever imagine. Silly me.
Why no, I'm not stalling, whyever would you think that?
All right, I suppose, I've filled you in on enough background information now. Well, maybe a bit more, as I guess you should have a sense of Previous Activity, else certain momentous events will not seem as, er, momentous. Perap Perhaps such a timeline will help put me in the right frame of mind to be more detailed in the Main Event.
I was a bit wary - if J. & P. thought S. had a girl, they'd go look for me around the school, and wouldn't it look weird if I was nowhere to be found? S. insists that it'll be okay, and if they ask I should just say I got caught in the loo and my poor ears were traumatised. I couldn't really argue with this - because it was a good plan, and also because now he was snogging me and I'd forgotten what we were talking about. I love kissing him. He's always so focused, so intent on make me feel completely wanted and...and desired. Oh yes.
So there we were, snogging our brains out for what felt like forever but still not long enough. And as we've been wont to do since returning from the winter hols, we quickly stripped and...well.
He started kissing down my neck and my chest and doing wicked things to my nipples. I love when he sort of nibbles gently. For a bit he played constellations with my freckles and his tongue, and as I have many freckles (which he insists all taste like chocolate, the daft mutt) he always spends a nice bit of time on that. Well, then he stops rather soon and starts heading a bit lower, and while lips and tongues have made perfunctory visits to the outer regions of Netherworld, this time I could sense that, well, he was going for the full tour this time around. I leaned up on my elbow and reached down with my other hand to get his attention, asked him if he was really going to do what I thought he was going to do. He looked up at me and oh god the look on his face! This amazing mix of lust and excitement and nervousness. and I swear I saw love there too but I'm far too afraid to get my hopes up He just smiled at me, his brilliant amazing smile and then winked at me and gently pushed me back down on the pillows and went back to what he'd been doing. And now I was so unbelievably turned on and so hard, part of me wanted to stop him because I thought it wouldn't last nearly long enough for either of us to enjoy it properly.
He started licking at my navel, which tickled like hell until he wrapped his hand around me loosely at which point the only place I could feel anything was my cock. He stroked it lightly a few times, like he was easing me in so I wouldn't be completely overwhelmed. (I will say now, for a boy who's never gotten this far with anyone before - and I do believe that about him, it's not just a line he's fed me or anything - he has superior skills, at least as far as I can tell from my own, equally never-gone-that-far-before self.) We shifted around a bit so that I was a bit propped up by the pillows so I could watch easier and he was crouching on his knees between my legs. He looked up at me and we just held a stare for a few moments while I licked my lips (because I know how it drives him completely MAD when I do that) and he stroked me with his thumb and then he grinned and leaned down and FUCK I almost came right then and there when his lips wrapped around the head of me.
Somehow he realised how close I was perhaps it was my embarrassingly long and loud moan of pleasure? and backed off a bit, just kind of lapping softly all up and down my shaft. Finally it started to feel less urgent and more lethargic, like we could go on like that all day and stay in that heady buzz of arousal. Of course, we're horny teenage boys, so you know it couldn't last that long in that way. He started licking a bit harder and longer, and quite soon he was tounging my shaft from base to head and back again. I started to squirm a bit, so he grabbed my hips and held me tight, which just made me want to squirm more. Then he started dropping open-mouthed kisses everywhere, not just on my cock but up on my abdomen and over my thighs and anywhere he could reach.
Finally he gets back to the task at hand and wraps his lips around me again. This time I wasn't as quite on the edge, so he started to lower his head down until he couldn't take me in anymore (and while I'm not spectaularly huge, I think he didn't get quite as far as he'd hoped, but it certainly didn't bother me, and I know the more we do this the easier it will be...right?). Then, while he's latched on he let his tongue get me nice and slick with his saliva and my own, er, drippings...and then he pulled back a teensy bit and just sucked. And it was amazing and I couldn't watch anymore and had to close my eyes, especially when he started moving his mouth over me and swirling his tongue and I really must know how he learned all this because if I didn't know better I'd wonder if he'd snuck off a letter to you when I was wasn't looking because it felt exactly how you described it, god.
Obviously I couldn't last much longer, and I came hard into his mouth and he managed to swallow some of it before he had to pull away, but I was a bit beyond caring then. When I came back to myself, it was to the familiar sounds of S. getting himself off. I made a half-hearted attempt to take over for him, but he wouldn't let me and came himself a few strokes later. We were sticky and sweaty and completely debauched and I pulled him into my arms and pressed kisses all over his face. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and mumbled promises that I could have a go next because it was brilliant and I'd love it. We might have said more things to each other, but we were half-asleep by then and I don't remember anything really, just feelings of being happy and sated and warm. and completely in love
WHEW. There you are, my friend, the longest letter I've ever written and certainly the naughtiest bit of writing I've ever done. I'm completely flushed with embarrassment and arousal god I'm hard again just remembering last night and hoping that if I actually get up the nerve to send this to you that it won't fall into the wrong hands or something else that will make me completely regret this. I also wish I had one of those copy quills so that I could set it to write this out again for my own gratification.
This shall never be spoken of again, all right? Not even in winks and nudges and Meaningful Glances. If you ever do meet S., there will be no congratulating him on a (blow-)job well done. This never was spoken of, and you've no idea what a randy little tosser I can be. All right? Right.
So, how've you been lately? How are your mum and dad? How's Raf? Splendid, splendid. Lovely weather we've been having and all that rubbish. Hope to hear from you soon, give my love to the family.
Blushingly yours,
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And becasue I'm in such a perfect, excellent mood, I will give you the thrill of a lifetime and provide DETAILS!
Oh my GOD what am I THINKING?!
Right. So. First Valentine's Day and all. The previous five years were all about S. making fun of all the schmoopy, kissy couples who dared express their lust love in public. So, I was a bit apprehensive about what the day would bring. We hadn't discussed any plans, and...
Well, what you have to understand about S. is that...well, he's bloody popular. Rightly so, of course. He's gorgeous and charming and funny. and everything I'm not Anyway, he's always had had loads of female attention. And it was always considered "common knowledge" that S. had a new girlfriend every week and shagged them all and such. We all knew the th truth, of course - it was all talk, and most of it not even his. But he never tried to straighten anyone out, either.
Point is, those conceptions are still in place. As I'm sure you can understand, no one knows about us. Not even our best mates (though I suspect that S. vascillates between liking our secret and wanting to tell J. because they tell each other everything.)
What all this means is, of course, I wasn't sure this would be a special day for us. Even if he didn't go around hexing snogging couples, I didn't really think he'd act any differently towards me...just our normal stolen kisses and teasing gropes under the table at meals. One day someone is going to ask why we only ever eat with one hand each!
On the other hand, by now I should be used to S. being completely unpredictable and utterly charming and the biggest, most soft-hearted romantic you could ever imagine. Silly me.
Why no, I'm not stalling, whyever would you think that?
All right, I suppose, I've filled you in on enough background information now. Well, maybe a bit more, as I guess you should have a sense of Previous Activity, else certain momentous events will not seem as, er, momentous. Perap Perhaps such a timeline will help put me in the right frame of mind to be more detailed in the Main Event.
- The first of thousands of kisses had in early September. (No doubt you remember the seductive and celebratory letters that caused and resulted? Tosser - you've probably had them framed and mounted!)
- Delicious pressing of Sensitive Areas and the discovery of Absolute Pleasure with Another Person soon followed.
- A bit after that, chests got involved. Naked chests, obviously.
- A nerve-filled night cuddling in his bed after that. Nerve-filled because sometimes P. sleepwalks and runs into beds, and we were completely unsure how to explain why I was in bed w/ S. at two in the morning. (We still worry about that, a bit, but less so since P.'s taken to wanking before bed to help him sleep better.)
- NAKED AT LAST!!!!!!! (Er...that was S.'s input. I would never abuse punctuation like that! NEVER. He's just happened to have learnt to mimic my handwriting. Yes.)
- Hands become acquainted with lower torso appendages - Oh piss it, must stop being such a prude in writing, as I am not w/ S. - COCKS. PENISES. WILLIES. JOHN THOMASES. MANROOTS! (Look at me, such a big boy now...oh BOLLOCKS that's not what I meant!) The point: we've brought each other off with our hands. Yes.
- ...ah, well. This is where our story begins...
I was a bit wary - if J. & P. thought S. had a girl, they'd go look for me around the school, and wouldn't it look weird if I was nowhere to be found? S. insists that it'll be okay, and if they ask I should just say I got caught in the loo and my poor ears were traumatised. I couldn't really argue with this - because it was a good plan, and also because now he was snogging me and I'd forgotten what we were talking about. I love kissing him. He's always so focused, so intent on make me feel completely wanted and...and desired. Oh yes.
So there we were, snogging our brains out for what felt like forever but still not long enough. And as we've been wont to do since returning from the winter hols, we quickly stripped and...well.
He started kissing down my neck and my chest and doing wicked things to my nipples. I love when he sort of nibbles gently. For a bit he played constellations with my freckles and his tongue, and as I have many freckles (which he insists all taste like chocolate, the daft mutt) he always spends a nice bit of time on that. Well, then he stops rather soon and starts heading a bit lower, and while lips and tongues have made perfunctory visits to the outer regions of Netherworld, this time I could sense that, well, he was going for the full tour this time around. I leaned up on my elbow and reached down with my other hand to get his attention, asked him if he was really going to do what I thought he was going to do. He looked up at me and oh god the look on his face! This amazing mix of lust and excitement and nervousness. and I swear I saw love there too but I'm far too afraid to get my hopes up He just smiled at me, his brilliant amazing smile and then winked at me and gently pushed me back down on the pillows and went back to what he'd been doing. And now I was so unbelievably turned on and so hard, part of me wanted to stop him because I thought it wouldn't last nearly long enough for either of us to enjoy it properly.
He started licking at my navel, which tickled like hell until he wrapped his hand around me loosely at which point the only place I could feel anything was my cock. He stroked it lightly a few times, like he was easing me in so I wouldn't be completely overwhelmed. (I will say now, for a boy who's never gotten this far with anyone before - and I do believe that about him, it's not just a line he's fed me or anything - he has superior skills, at least as far as I can tell from my own, equally never-gone-that-far-before self.) We shifted around a bit so that I was a bit propped up by the pillows so I could watch easier and he was crouching on his knees between my legs. He looked up at me and we just held a stare for a few moments while I licked my lips (because I know how it drives him completely MAD when I do that) and he stroked me with his thumb and then he grinned and leaned down and FUCK I almost came right then and there when his lips wrapped around the head of me.
Somehow he realised how close I was perhaps it was my embarrassingly long and loud moan of pleasure? and backed off a bit, just kind of lapping softly all up and down my shaft. Finally it started to feel less urgent and more lethargic, like we could go on like that all day and stay in that heady buzz of arousal. Of course, we're horny teenage boys, so you know it couldn't last that long in that way. He started licking a bit harder and longer, and quite soon he was tounging my shaft from base to head and back again. I started to squirm a bit, so he grabbed my hips and held me tight, which just made me want to squirm more. Then he started dropping open-mouthed kisses everywhere, not just on my cock but up on my abdomen and over my thighs and anywhere he could reach.
Finally he gets back to the task at hand and wraps his lips around me again. This time I wasn't as quite on the edge, so he started to lower his head down until he couldn't take me in anymore (and while I'm not spectaularly huge, I think he didn't get quite as far as he'd hoped, but it certainly didn't bother me, and I know the more we do this the easier it will be...right?). Then, while he's latched on he let his tongue get me nice and slick with his saliva and my own, er, drippings...and then he pulled back a teensy bit and just sucked. And it was amazing and I couldn't watch anymore and had to close my eyes, especially when he started moving his mouth over me and swirling his tongue and I really must know how he learned all this because if I didn't know better I'd wonder if he'd snuck off a letter to you when I was wasn't looking because it felt exactly how you described it, god.
Obviously I couldn't last much longer, and I came hard into his mouth and he managed to swallow some of it before he had to pull away, but I was a bit beyond caring then. When I came back to myself, it was to the familiar sounds of S. getting himself off. I made a half-hearted attempt to take over for him, but he wouldn't let me and came himself a few strokes later. We were sticky and sweaty and completely debauched and I pulled him into my arms and pressed kisses all over his face. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and mumbled promises that I could have a go next because it was brilliant and I'd love it. We might have said more things to each other, but we were half-asleep by then and I don't remember anything really, just feelings of being happy and sated and warm. and completely in love
WHEW. There you are, my friend, the longest letter I've ever written and certainly the naughtiest bit of writing I've ever done. I'm completely flushed with embarrassment and arousal god I'm hard again just remembering last night and hoping that if I actually get up the nerve to send this to you that it won't fall into the wrong hands or something else that will make me completely regret this. I also wish I had one of those copy quills so that I could set it to write this out again for my own gratification.
This shall never be spoken of again, all right? Not even in winks and nudges and Meaningful Glances. If you ever do meet S., there will be no congratulating him on a (blow-)job well done. This never was spoken of, and you've no idea what a randy little tosser I can be. All right? Right.
So, how've you been lately? How are your mum and dad? How's Raf? Splendid, splendid. Lovely weather we've been having and all that rubbish. Hope to hear from you soon, give my love to the family.
Blushingly yours,
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