Having had my gaze fixed upon it most of the time, mindlessly drawing numbers, I had become erect, but as I was still dressed in underwear and underneath my own cover from the waist down, this was not something the boy could have noticed. No longer able to subdue the urge to try and proceed down the path I had imagined, and since his father could still be heard giving it to my sister, I figured now was as good a time as any to get a little handsy. Leaning down a bit closer to his youthful face, which was angled towards me as he serenely lay sprawled on his frontside, I whispered enthusiastically: “Hey, why don’t I give you a massage?”. As he had opened his little eyes, faintly shining in the dim room, the blinds not completely being able to shut out vague lights on the sky around midnight during the summer in Sweden, I went on, with a wry smile: “I’m not gonna be able to find any sleep until they calm down”. The little scholar approved. Having moved to sit up, I decided to, as inaudibly as possible, leave the sofa bed and lock the door with the key, sitting in the lock on our side of the room. The mechanism softly clicked, and while Sandra and Eric certainly wouldn’t have heard it, I didn’t image that Jonas had either. On my way back to bed, I snatched up an Aloe Vera petite tube of gel, without any teen fragrances or other added specialties, that I’d acquired on my way down to the summer cabin. Not that we’d had any real sun exposure during the gloomy daytime, but I supposed technically it could be beneficial for the skin, which I also related to the boy. At first, he reacted to the cool gel by temporarily tensing up the weak muscles of his back, but as it quickly warmed up, he yet again became laid-back as I slowly, and carefully, massaged his upper back and neck. Sitting on my knees, one on either side of his slim body, my lower abdomen in line with that little ass of his, my throbbing dick pointed in an upward direction and wanted to protrude from my underwear. I started laboring lower down on his back. Reaching the lining of his small boxers, I scooched down a bit, and went on to work on his skinny legs. I gave some attention to the ankles and shins, before focusing on the slender, smooth thighs. Slowing down the pace of my hands further, I let them glide all the way onto his tight little butt. When gently massaging it, Jonas lifted his head a bit and strained to look backwards towards me. “Everything OK?”, I wondered, not stopping to rub his behind on the outside of his underwear with my hands. He was just so cute, so firm, and so perfect. The kid didn’t protest, but he seemed puzzled as he nodded. I was definitely aided by the noises of the others, not yet big cock quite done with their carnal activities, though thinking about it, I mused that surely there had a decrease in the tempo or rhythm of it. Jonas being an bright but very reserved boy, more of less dominated by his father, and lacking close friends as a teacher’s pet, it probably would have taken significant discomfort or concern for him to raise objections. Furthermore, I believed that what was happening played on this curiosity, to my advantage. I gathered it was about time to try and peek that interest even more. Whispering: “Making a minor adjustment here”, I thereafter gently dragged up his small bottoms so that more of the asscheeks were exposed, and his sexy buttcrack became more defined. I saw that his eyes had once again opened, but he didn’t look backwards this time. Acknowledging the absence of verbal or physical objections, I took this as a relative degree of consent, Natural tits and I caressed him lightly. My hands went from upper things to his tushie and back again. I started sliding my thumbs in the inside of his legs, up towards his genitalia, which I couldn’t see as he lay there unmoving on his flat belly. Having spent probably half a minute focusing on getting close to what ought to be a wee pecker, I then suggested that we would be in remiss if we didn’t at least somewhat quickly tend to rehydrating the skin on the frontside of his body. This made the boy noticeably anxious. As I, with a paternal feeling about myself, waited for him turn over, he cordially protested in a low voice and, as if that would settle the matter, thanked me for what I had thus far done. I insisted, however, and assuring that I didn’t mind at all I tenderly but with a certain degree of force and authority, turned him over. Having done so, he didn’t seem that much at ease. Obviously very shy once again, not saying anything more, he held both of his small hands in front of his nether region, cupping it. Proceeding to act as if I didn’t notice, I started rubbing a little gel on his flat chest, down the abdomen and towards the sides. In doing so, I nudged apart his hands. As I suspected, blowjob and much to my delight, he had a stiffy. Small as it appeared, a little tent was clearly pitched. It was difficult to discern in the lack of lighting, but surely he was blushing considerably. He didn’t look me straight in Hardcore the face, opting instead to look away, as if not wanting to see me seeing him. I had noticed his eyes find and linger on the bump inside my own boxers, which must have been visible even in the dim illumination. My mom was giving me a titty fuck. I play with her asshole Hardcore a blowjob little petite bit more and then slowly proceed to put it in her butt. Then my first token giver instructed my Ohmibod to start vibrating. “We were wondering if you would like to dine with us on Thursday too?” It wasn't a 'mind blowing' orgasm or even anything close to it. We were all crass big cock and vulgar”. Prestira was sexually competitive, if not combative, and I knew her well enough to know she viewed Yavara as competition. “Gwen...where are we??” With a proud look on her face she says, My cock was rock hard. She kept sucking and licking until he pulled his now softening cock from her mouth and used her hair to wipe it off. Besides anyone who did the reading I assigned can answer my question and we can all assume you didn’t do the reading, Mr. Lambert.” A sly smile forms on Ms. Martin’s face, then she turns to me. “Mr. Shaw, I know you’ve read the material. “Umm… What?” Her mouth hangs open, and her eyes widen as my spear stabs out towards her. Master ordered Sammy. "Home alone." As soon as the train left the station we both went to the toilet (fortunately it was a disabled toilet) and Ryan gave me his special ‘welcome home’ present. I was Natural tits glad I had taken the time to clean up thoroughly. I was half expecting the policeman who walks up and down the beach to move us on but we never saw him. "What are you doing?" That got me a lot of wolf whistles teen and compliments.