THE AUPAIR BOY -------------- A Shorts! Story for Pink Triangle from the Track Coach During the time just after my teens when I was uncertain - for a while, anyway - which side of the fence I was on, I was married for almost a year to a girl called Mary. We seemed then to be an ideally married couple, although we had no plans for a family. We lived in a large house in a small northern suburb of London, and I even settled into a regular job as a designer for a local sportswear manufacturer - NOT a job I found by accident! - and Mary worked in the City on most days, in a small insurance office. At first we thought about simply taking in an au pair, but eventually decided that it might be nice to take a student during the holidays. We'd heard that a language school not far away was looking for families to board their foreign students, who arrived each year from all over Europe. I contacted the principal of the school at once, and said we'd be happy to take one of the students at any time during August. Then we received a long letter from his secretary, saying that a 17-year-old Danish boy would be arriving, and asking us to confirm that this would be in order. Both Mary and I were looking forward to the lad's visit - me particularly, for in recent times I'd gradually come to realise that I was completely, rather than just partly, gay... and I couldn't help remembering the occasions when I'd been standing around at the local railway station waiting for my wife. My attention had often been distracted by some of the more attractive young boys who seemed to hang around the place. Only last month, I recalled seeing a lot of students getting off the train - all dressed in their summer sports gear - and looking very dishy! Alone sometimes in my bedroom, too, I would get a hard-on, and through my flimsy shorts I would massage my prick as I thought of the boys I'd seen during the day. I'd also taken to buying gay magazines by that time: my favourite was called "JUNIOR", which showed young teenagers in some really sexy poses. There was my favourite, Rusty: tall, just 16, dressed in running kit with his cock peeping out below one leg of his shorts. I would look at that photo and jerk away until I'd cum, wishing I had some real action with a lad like him. My wife, of course, knew nothing of these activities, and I had to be careful to keep my magazines well hidden. The day finally came when Sven was to arrive. Mary and I went to the station to meet him. I was expectant. What would he look like? From platform 7 a collection of young people got off the train, all with luggage. Sven had been told to look for our blue Austin. As the others got away, a blond boy waited alone. He was wearing faded jeans, a T-shirt and, as far as I could see, white trainers. His fine hair reached beyond his neck, and he had deep blue eyes and a sensuous mouth. I was immediately excited. Introductions were duly made, and soon Sven was driving home with us to spend what would turn out to be a memorable holiday. When we reached the house, Mary showed Sven his room, and he went upstairs to unpack. That evening, we heard all about the boy. He was an art student from Copenhagen, who lived with his parents and two sisters. We further learned that he had no current girl-friend, and of course that he was looking forward to meeting the other students at the language centre. Eventually it was time for bed. As I lay back my mind started to wander, and I began to think about the beautiful blond boy in the room just along the landing. With my thoughts, my cock began slowly to expand, but I was determined to enjoy the feeling without my wife's assistance. Eventually, though somewhat frustrated, I drifted off to sleep. Naturally enough, I woke the following morning to find I had a raging hard-on beneath the transparent Adidas shorts which I always wore in place of pyjamas. I had no intention of disturbing Mary, so I got quietly out of bed, intent on having a piss ... and perhaps a jerk ... in the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when I reached the door. It was wide open, and standing there at the wash-basin was young Sven! He was naked except for a pair of little running shorts, and was busily washing his face. He hadn't seemed to hear me come in. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Sven. I didn't think you'd be up yet. It's only seven o'clock," I said. "Oh, that's all right. Did you want to use the bathroom?" said the boy, a little surprised. He must have noticed that my cock had swelled a little more under my shorts. "Yes, but I can use the loo downstairs," I answered. I looked at the boy. Sven wasn't particularly muscular, but he had a delightfully smooth body. Typical of a young teenager, I thought. A lovely ass ... I'd really enjoy getting my hands around that! And, as Sven turned to me, I saw an inviting bulge inside his own shorts that I longed to investigate. Later I was in the kitchen when in came Sven, dressed now in a tight pair of soccer shorts which clung to his crotch. He also wore a singlet which showed off his youthful body, and cute little ankle socks and sandals. I told him Mary was going into London for the day, and that I'd be pleased to drop him at the Language Centre on my way to the station. Sven said he would return at midday, and I suggested he might do some sunbathing in our garden. Mary caught her train to town, and Sven spent the morning learning more English. Not that it wasn't good already. I returned to the house as usual at lunchtime, and went upstairs to change. As I looked out onto our secluded garden, I saw Sven lying spread-eagled on the lawn on a huge towel. This time, he was wearing his little sunbathing shorts, his head resting on an air pillow. I couldn't take my eyes off this blond Adonis. I found myself undressing in front of the window ... almost as though I wanted Sven to see me ... and soon I was naked and touching myself up. I suddenly made a decision. I was not going back to work, but would spend the afternoon in the garden instead. Slipping into a pair of flimsy satin shorts which really clung to me, I went downstairs, telephoned my office and walked hastily into the garden. "Hi! You look like you're enjoying yourself," I said, as casually as I could. "Yah! I got back half an hour ago, and thought about getting some sun," replied Sven. "Wise move. Mind if I join you?" The boy nodded, and I lay down as close beside him as I dared, sharing his towel. For the next few minutes we talked about a lot of things, then we rested. It was about an hour later that I developed another hard-on. And this time, I wasn't going to give a damn whether the boy noticed it! My prick swelled to its fullest extent, as though trying to burst out of its satin prison and greet the boy. Sven turned over to face me just at that moment, and glanced down at my hot crotch. Suddenly I felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry ... it must be the heat!" I said in haste. Sven looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked, then realised what I was referring to. "I've got a bit of a hard-on. Hope you don't mind". The young blond saw my massive, throbbing weapon and blurted out, "Oh, that often happens to me! It's nothing to be embarrassed about!" I let my hand drop down to my shorts, and began to squeeze my pulsating organ gently. The boy watched, fascinated. "You'll get me going, too, in a moment!" he said. "Well actually," I replied, "you are the one who's responsible for this!" "How do you mean?" he queried, so I explained everything. Sven was only worried about Mary, but I told him that she wouldn't be back until around seven, and didn't need to know. "Want to feel it?" I asked him. Sven slowly allowed his hand to reach down and take over from my own, feeling my erection through my shorts as I had done. "Very nice," he whispered. "Go on, rub it," I demanded breathlessly. Sven began to play gently with my cock, trying to grip it through the material. I wasn't slow either. Realising he was enjoying himself, I reached down to his own little shorts. "You are so cute," I said, and Sven chuckled as I felt his smooth young body. Soon his gentle swelling began to show real signs of life. "I want to have you, Sven," I said to him. "You Danish boys are like your pastry. Sweet!" Sven was enjoying the attention, even though at first he'd been a little surprised by it. I found the boy's nipples now, and began to play with them. Sven sighed. I wanted to kiss him. "Put your hand inside my shorts," he whispered urgently, "and jerk me off!" I did as the boy suggested at once, and soon my fingers were concentrating on his throbbing weapon. After a while, as the boy's fingers continued their delicious work over the front of my gear, I managed to push up the material of his own sufficiently to bring his tasty tool into the open. My head went down and my mouth closed gently around it. I licked the boy's balls, and let my tongue work its way around his cockhead. Sven didn't seem to mind at all. Ibegan to suck and jerk him slowly, as Sven continued to explore my own body. After a while I stopped, for long enough to admit to him, "I've got a confession to make, Sven. I really get turned on by boys like you, especially while they're wearing their shorts!" "Sometimes my shorts excite me, too," replied Sven with that soft accent of his. By now we were both getting really worked-up, and my shorts were becoming wet and sticky with pre-cum. The young Danish boy let his fingers massage my cock through them, and this caused me to become even more excited. Sliding my hands up through the back of his shorts, and closing them around Sven's tight little cheeks, I soon felt the crevice of that inviting young ass ... and Sven was loving every second of it! Now I moved towards the boy's face, and kissed his soft lips. "God! You're beautiful!" I told him. Sven just replied "Thank you." With one finger I gently penetrated the boy's hole, and Sven sighed again as he experienced the thrill of it. I suddenly wanted to get us even more worked up by talking sexily to Sven, although by that time we were already pretty close to producing two huge climaxes! "I loved the shorts you were wearing this morning, too," I said to him. "I bet they've seen some hot action! Is that why they're so well-worn?" "Yah! I ride my bike wearing those and sometimes, back at home in Copenhagen, I get picked up in the street. Then just about anything can happen ... and often does!" I could hardly believe what I was hearing! "Tell me about one occasion you remember really well," I tried suggesting to him. "Rub my cock some more," Sven ordered, "and I will. Get me in the mood!" I did as best I could ... those shorts of his felt so soft and inviting! Sven was now playing with his stiff little nipples, while I rubbed his prick through the nylon and also worked on my own through my satin shorts, just enough to keep it on the boil. "Last summer," he began, "I was down by the harbour when this young American guy came up to me. He was tall, about nineteen, and dressed in a really lovely pair of shorts. Like yours, but blue. We went for a walk in a deserted corner of the park, and then he started to get a little bit wild with me, and tried to drag my shorts off me!" We were both becoming more and more excited as Sven continued with his story. "Soon I was really hard ... and he was, too! I went down on him right there in the park, and sucked his stiff cock through those blue shorts. He was really big, like you! I sucked and sucked him ... I was so turned on by that blue satin! Then he grabbed me, and started beating on my ass!" Sven went on, obviously enjoying the memory, as I continued to stroke his shorts. "Soon he'd pulled my little shorts right down, until they were around my ankles ... and then he rammed his big prick right up inside my hole! It slid in and out, and I could feel it throbbing inside me! He screwed and screwed, and at the same time he was slowly jerking me off! I was stroking his sexy legs, right up as far as those beautiful shorts of his, and my stroking made him increase the rhythm of his screwing! My ass was tingling with the excitement of having him in there, and soon my spunk was shooting into the air, and all over the grass." I was really worked up by then, listening as young Sven continued telling me about his experiences. Then I found his balls and grabbed them, and he came again and again, right up inside of me!" How fantastic, I thought. And still the boy was jerking me through my satin shorts, pulling my foreskin slowly right back and forward. Those tight little sunbathing shorts, I thought to myself ... Sven is so sexy, I just HAVE to suck him off! Then I began to shout my encouragement. "I'm almost ready to cum, Sven ... I'm going to cream the inside of my shorts! Make me shoot, Sven ... help me to cover them!" The boy was a real expert! In the warm afternoon sunshine we were both now sweating, our bodies reaching for my inevitable climax. But just as I felt myself preparing to shoot, the boy stopped abruptly. He glanced into my eyes, whispering into my ear, "Will you screw me like that now? I want your cock inside me when you cum!" I couldn't believe it! As I nodded, Sven knelt in the grass and pulled down his little shorts at the back. "Here you are," he said. "I'm ready for you." And without another word, he held his cheeks apart for me. This was an opportunity I just couldn't miss! I spat onto my hand and lubricated myself as quickly as I could, then positioned the head of my shaft at his opening. Without another murmur, Sven backed onto me as he knelt, forcing my hot cock right up inside his young ass, then bouncing back and forth on it, crying "Screw me! Screw me! I want your cum inside of me!" Within a few seconds I could feel the cream welling up within me, and it jetted out and into the boy - five, six, seven spurts, and still I kept cumming! Sven slowed down at last, and realised that the boy hadn't shot his own load yet. Pulling gently from him, I lay down between his legs and took his hot young cock between my lips. The moment it slid deep into my throat, Sven came and came! I was tasting his heavenly boy-milk at last, as it seemed to pour from him ... and I didn't intend to waste a drop! It occurred to me then that Mary and I weren't going to see much housework being done, our having opted for a student instead of an au pair. But that really didn't matter any longer ... this was going to be a lovely holiday!