A learning experience.
A sex education... College is the first time away for alot of people. A time of exploration and freedom. It was my freshman year. I hadbeen taking classes with an older professor and began to feel close to him. Not exactlly in a sexual way, but not exactly in a totally innocent way either. There were some stories, rumours, really. Casually passed from student to student, usually while laughing. So, who could know if they were really true. Floated around by just a few, but they all sounded the same. That this Professor, my Professor, had made passes at male students before. Young , horny and craving sexual exploration, it did peek my interest. Although attracted to the girls there, the game had grown tiresome. Chasing after them, spending money and energy on them. All just to hopefully get first base. Besides, cock could be just as arrousing!
Years before, I had been able to sneek into and adult bookstore. Inside the dimmly lit hallway were several doors along both walls. The sounds of sex filled the air. Layers of moans and crys of exstasy. It was coming from inside the booths. I quickly darted into an open door and closed it behind me. There, on the screen in front of me, were different sexy images of naked males and females. Male on female, female on female and male on male. I studied the screen, lustfully.
As I sat there, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movemenrt. I had not noticed before, but the walls of the booth had several holes cut into them, all right around eye level. I though it was for voyeurs. I though it might be to spy on the other booths. Then, something unexpected, and it took my breath away. Rock hard and glowing from the light of the screen, a man in the booth next to me had slid his cock through a hole. Shocked, disgusted, but also curious and quickly thrilled by how seedy and dirty it all seemed. Just so forbidden, so taboo. Exactly the things that attract young men. I could not take my eyes of of it. It was all so very exciting and arrousing. My heart beat in my chest, mostly because my instinct told me I wanted to touch it.
I was just too nervous, too young, too inexperienced. For the longest time, I regretted missing that chance. I would wonder what cock felt like. I would wonder what would of happened if I had been more bold. I remember thinking I would not miss another chance.
Whether or not that was on my mind when I began to spend more time with my Professor after class, I don't know. It was more a mentor relationship, at least at first, then he invited me over to his on campus home. That was the beginning. The beginning of way more than I ever imagined, but that part will come later. Now, it was just us, inside his house. He invited me to his "Study," as he called it, in the back. Filled with books and with a scent of old wood, it looked exactly the part. A leather sofa, a desk and chair. I stood looking at a book case when I felt him close to me. He pointed out some of note and pressed gentle against me, his hand on my back, then coming to rest embracing my side. I don't think there was any mistake to be made. I stood there, letting him caress me. I guess there was no mistaking that either. Slowly, as I continued to stand, frozen, he rubbed my side and pressed agasint me harder. I could hear his breathing. I guess I was curious, I guess I was horny. All that young emotion along with a certain admiration combined at that moment as his nervous hand moved over me. He was so much older, but it seemed so easy to undress with him. It was not all like what I would of imagined. No "Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Man," kind of encounter. This was slow, this was, dare I say, almost passionate and romantic. Like before, my eyes were drawn to his cock, thick, but soft. I felt a wonderful desire. His cock's, well defined, big head, bobbed form side to side. His thick, wrinkled, soft shaft looked like an closed accordian. I started to feel such a lust for it. His big balls, wrinkled but firm, held tight to his body. I felt his touch and his naked body against me. His breathing, sightly heavy. He seemed so turned on. He touched my cock, his hand warm and comforting. I touched his. The feel of his limp dick made me instantly rock hard and I could sense his delight. I knew what I wanted, I guess I always did. I leaned over and took his sexy cock between my lips. Fuck, it felt incredible. Why was it such a turn on? Why, exactly, was I so attracted to his cock? Was it just young, horny lust?
With his thick, soft dick in my mouth, I sucked him, slowly, gently. Again, it was his pace. It was right for the moment, almost romantic, almost caring. I tongued at his thick, flopping, still soft cock, even his balls and loved it. It was incredible, wondeful even. I sat up, ready to move my hard dick to his mouth as his hands softly gripped my arms. Somehow, I think I knew, yet it was still shocking. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, then went down on me. His warm mouth. How could it feel this good? With a soft voice, I heard him ask if I would fuck him. I was too lost in the moment to even think. When he rolled onto his stomach, I got on top of him, straddling his old, but smooth ass. With some lube from his desk, I pointed my hard cock at his surprisingly beautiful, delicate asshole and pushed inside him as he moaned out softly. Fuck, he was tight. Fuck, he felt good. His soft, plump ass cheeks felt amazing, slapping against them with each thrust. So tight, so unexpectedly sexy and thrilling. I came and grunted as my seed filled him. His heavy breathing, his soft moans of pleasure. Without thinking, I said, "That felt so good." My Professor responded by saying, "Yes, it did. I'm so glad." Even now, he was so caring and encouraging. Again, without really thinking, I asked what about him? Although he said it was ok, I wanted him to cum too. I rubbed and licked and sucked his soft, thick dick, loving the feeling, savouring the taste. He reached down and rubbed my nipple, another wonderful first as he rubbed his own. His breathing getting heavy again, his body slowly beginning to quake. He took hold of himself and began to stroke his still soft cock. I caressed his big balls, hoping to help coax out his cum. That big, engorged head began to leak out as he stroked his limp, sexy, wrinkled shaft. Finally, warm cum began to ooze from his tip and coat his fingers as he panted and moaned. It was better than I could of imagined and I found myself hoping that this would not be our last encounter.
With nervous anticipation, I waited for another opportunity to be alone with him. All I could think about was sex. All I could think about was being naked with him and his thick, sexy, soft cock. Maybe because I was young, maybe because he was a respected Professor, but sex with him was all I wanted. Finding any excuse, so caught up in it, although before unimaginable. It was after class, waiting anxiously for everyone to leave. We stepped into a busy hall, then into a private, quite office. I don't even remember the conversation. I just remember the urgency, the desire. Being close, it seemed the air was charged with electricity. I stood close, letting him know, so there was no doubt. He touched my hand, then leaned into me. Surprisingly, willingly, we kissed, open mouthed. I was as hard as a rock. He told me he could not wait to taste my cum and leaned me back onto a desk. His older, skilled mouth, licked and teased then engulfed my cock. So warm, wet and wonderful. My cock glistened with saliva as his lips caressed my tip before sliding back down, over and over. I put my hand on his head, letting him know I loved it. He took me further down his throat and moaned. There is such pleasure in sucking cock. My orgasm began to build. That sweet feeling of nearing the edge. My legs tensed, knowing I was close, his old, cock hungry hands began to rub, stroke and caress my thighs and ass as his amazing mouth sucked me harder and faster. I exploded. I struggled to keep my voice down as wave after wave of semen shot out and pleasure washed me over.
Before being with him, I always wondered if I would still have the nerve to suck cock after having my own release. Would I still have the desire, once my own, horny need and been satisfied. Yes, oh my yes! I changed postions with him and ran my hands along his upper thighs as I eased his pants to the floor. That gorgeous, thick, soft dick. The sight of it made my young, horny mouth water. I was in some sort of puppy love or lust. Touching his cock made me hard again, much to his pleasure. I put my weight on him, letting him feel my erection against him. Again, our lips met. Our tongues touched and I tasted my own cum.
He was so much older than I was, but there was a connection. Our cocks touching, our tongues caressing, I realized how gay I had become and how quickly. I told him that I wanted to taste his cum. It was the gayest think I could think of and saying it, out loud, was such on. This older man, his body, was such a turn on.
Rubbing my hard cock on his, I drove my tongue into his mouth and kissed him hard, one last time. So horny, so turned on, I lickec nks nipples and slid down his body. My cheek rubbed against his still flaccid dick as I tongued his firm, full balls. I so wanted to please him. I lapped at and licked them. Musky, salty, I sucked on his tight sack, then took his cock between my lips. I felt his hand gently touch the side of my face and I looked up. "I'm sorry I don't get that hard anymore," he said in a soft voice. My response was pure, "I love your cock." I sucked him. I loved feeling his wrinkled shaft on my lips. I loved the feeling of his swollen cock's head. I moaned for him, letting him know it. My fingertip found and rubbed his asshole. Anyhting to please him, I rubbed it and pushed it inside him. He layed back and sighed. His cock leaked my first taste of his amazing pre cum. I so wanted more, I felt my brain tingle. I sucked hard on his engorged head, wishing out his orgasm. I pulled my mouth from him amd his sexy cock flopped out. Giving myself a better angle, I pushed my finger into him deeper. He began to pull on himself, rubbing his cock's head between his fingers and stroking his thick, but soft shaft. It was so sexy. I stood, pointed my hard cock's tip at his opening and pushed inside him. So tight and warm, I knew I would soon cum again. His head moved to the side, concentrating on the pleasure. I moved myself slowly in and out of him. I know he likes to get fucked. Rubbing himself, stroking himself, his breathing quickened and I saw his cum begin to flow. So desparate for it, I pulled my cock out and dove my mouth onto his leaking dick. Fuck, his taste was so unexpected, the thick texture. Quickly coating my mouth and tongue, I swallowed it. I wanted it. I moaned for it. I stood back up, drunk with his cum and turned him over on the desk. I drove my cock back into his ass and felt his smooth cheeks on my groin. I grabbed his hips and slammed my dick into him. I quickly exploded, cumming deep inside him. Moaning out, filling him, collapsing onto him, spent.
It felt like such a secret. My dirty, little secret. Having an affair with someone so much older. Made even naughtier, and more thrilling because it was with my male Professor. Sex with men seemed so much more pleasurable. As my desires deepened, so it my boldness.
Again, finding ourselves alone in his study. Again, stripping out of our clothes, caressing and pressing against each other. His fat dick looked so inviting and felt wonderful against me and in my hand. I craved him and guided him back onto the sofa and lifted his legs. Before me, his exposed, delicate looking hole drew me in, lustfully. His big, full, tight, wrinkled balls. His thick, full cock's head balanced on that wonderful, wrinkled, thick, soft shaft. Those darkened folds surrounding his old, yet ever so tight, opening. I buried my face into him. Licking, mouthing his asshole, rubbing my face on his between his legs. Lost in the pure lust for him.
So lost in the pleasure of pleasing him, I didn't hear. I didn't notice. I didn't even know he was married. She stood there for I don't know how long, watching me with my face between her husband's, rasied legs. She spoke to him, to us, but I don't remember what was said. It was all just such a panicked blur. I felt so embarrashed, so shameful. My cock, rock hard from the excitement of his cock, balls and ass, right there, ojt in the open, for her to see. I tried to cover myself, unsure of what else to do. I guess this was not the first time she has walked in on her husband. She was tolerant of his hungers and affairs with men, but I think having such a young student over was just too much. This time, I feel she decided, was enough.
"Are you going to fuck him? Huh, you little slut." I didn't think she was talking to me. How could see be talking to me? Oh, she was very much talking to me. "You going to ram that hard cock into my husband?" Standing there, she was slim, almost frail looking, yet seemed to tower over me. "No ma'am," it sounded shakey and unconvincing, even to me. "No," her voice even more stern now. "You just like licking my husband, sucking his cock? "What are you going to do with the hard cock then?" I looked at him, but he had to answers either. I looked back at her. It was the most unexpected sight ever. She had begun to undress.
"He looked like he loved having you lick him. Why don't you lick me, too." It all seemed unreal. There was no way this was really happening, I thought as I struggled to process it. She was nude now. I watched as she walked towards us and sat down next to ner husband. I had never known a woman so forward. She looked at me, still there on the floor, and parted her slim legs. "Well?" she said. I was frozen. "Lick me, too." I moved as if in slow motion, in a haze of disbelief. Between her legs, I moved my face towards her hairy pussy. Her musky scent hit me as ran my tongue along her hair covered slit. She breathed in sharply, it made me wonder how long it had been for her. I licked her up and down, then licked and sucked on her clit. Instinctively, my hands moved to her breasts, massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers. The Professor just sat there and watched as I pleasured his wife.
Years before, I had been able to sneek into and adult bookstore. Inside the dimmly lit hallway were several doors along both walls. The sounds of sex filled the air. Layers of moans and crys of exstasy. It was coming from inside the booths. I quickly darted into an open door and closed it behind me. There, on the screen in front of me, were different sexy images of naked males and females. Male on female, female on female and male on male. I studied the screen, lustfully.
As I sat there, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movemenrt. I had not noticed before, but the walls of the booth had several holes cut into them, all right around eye level. I though it was for voyeurs. I though it might be to spy on the other booths. Then, something unexpected, and it took my breath away. Rock hard and glowing from the light of the screen, a man in the booth next to me had slid his cock through a hole. Shocked, disgusted, but also curious and quickly thrilled by how seedy and dirty it all seemed. Just so forbidden, so taboo. Exactly the things that attract young men. I could not take my eyes of of it. It was all so very exciting and arrousing. My heart beat in my chest, mostly because my instinct told me I wanted to touch it.
I was just too nervous, too young, too inexperienced. For the longest time, I regretted missing that chance. I would wonder what cock felt like. I would wonder what would of happened if I had been more bold. I remember thinking I would not miss another chance.
Whether or not that was on my mind when I began to spend more time with my Professor after class, I don't know. It was more a mentor relationship, at least at first, then he invited me over to his on campus home. That was the beginning. The beginning of way more than I ever imagined, but that part will come later. Now, it was just us, inside his house. He invited me to his "Study," as he called it, in the back. Filled with books and with a scent of old wood, it looked exactly the part. A leather sofa, a desk and chair. I stood looking at a book case when I felt him close to me. He pointed out some of note and pressed gentle against me, his hand on my back, then coming to rest embracing my side. I don't think there was any mistake to be made. I stood there, letting him caress me. I guess there was no mistaking that either. Slowly, as I continued to stand, frozen, he rubbed my side and pressed agasint me harder. I could hear his breathing. I guess I was curious, I guess I was horny. All that young emotion along with a certain admiration combined at that moment as his nervous hand moved over me. He was so much older, but it seemed so easy to undress with him. It was not all like what I would of imagined. No "Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Man," kind of encounter. This was slow, this was, dare I say, almost passionate and romantic. Like before, my eyes were drawn to his cock, thick, but soft. I felt a wonderful desire. His cock's, well defined, big head, bobbed form side to side. His thick, wrinkled, soft shaft looked like an closed accordian. I started to feel such a lust for it. His big balls, wrinkled but firm, held tight to his body. I felt his touch and his naked body against me. His breathing, sightly heavy. He seemed so turned on. He touched my cock, his hand warm and comforting. I touched his. The feel of his limp dick made me instantly rock hard and I could sense his delight. I knew what I wanted, I guess I always did. I leaned over and took his sexy cock between my lips. Fuck, it felt incredible. Why was it such a turn on? Why, exactly, was I so attracted to his cock? Was it just young, horny lust?
With his thick, soft dick in my mouth, I sucked him, slowly, gently. Again, it was his pace. It was right for the moment, almost romantic, almost caring. I tongued at his thick, flopping, still soft cock, even his balls and loved it. It was incredible, wondeful even. I sat up, ready to move my hard dick to his mouth as his hands softly gripped my arms. Somehow, I think I knew, yet it was still shocking. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, then went down on me. His warm mouth. How could it feel this good? With a soft voice, I heard him ask if I would fuck him. I was too lost in the moment to even think. When he rolled onto his stomach, I got on top of him, straddling his old, but smooth ass. With some lube from his desk, I pointed my hard cock at his surprisingly beautiful, delicate asshole and pushed inside him as he moaned out softly. Fuck, he was tight. Fuck, he felt good. His soft, plump ass cheeks felt amazing, slapping against them with each thrust. So tight, so unexpectedly sexy and thrilling. I came and grunted as my seed filled him. His heavy breathing, his soft moans of pleasure. Without thinking, I said, "That felt so good." My Professor responded by saying, "Yes, it did. I'm so glad." Even now, he was so caring and encouraging. Again, without really thinking, I asked what about him? Although he said it was ok, I wanted him to cum too. I rubbed and licked and sucked his soft, thick dick, loving the feeling, savouring the taste. He reached down and rubbed my nipple, another wonderful first as he rubbed his own. His breathing getting heavy again, his body slowly beginning to quake. He took hold of himself and began to stroke his still soft cock. I caressed his big balls, hoping to help coax out his cum. That big, engorged head began to leak out as he stroked his limp, sexy, wrinkled shaft. Finally, warm cum began to ooze from his tip and coat his fingers as he panted and moaned. It was better than I could of imagined and I found myself hoping that this would not be our last encounter.
With nervous anticipation, I waited for another opportunity to be alone with him. All I could think about was sex. All I could think about was being naked with him and his thick, sexy, soft cock. Maybe because I was young, maybe because he was a respected Professor, but sex with him was all I wanted. Finding any excuse, so caught up in it, although before unimaginable. It was after class, waiting anxiously for everyone to leave. We stepped into a busy hall, then into a private, quite office. I don't even remember the conversation. I just remember the urgency, the desire. Being close, it seemed the air was charged with electricity. I stood close, letting him know, so there was no doubt. He touched my hand, then leaned into me. Surprisingly, willingly, we kissed, open mouthed. I was as hard as a rock. He told me he could not wait to taste my cum and leaned me back onto a desk. His older, skilled mouth, licked and teased then engulfed my cock. So warm, wet and wonderful. My cock glistened with saliva as his lips caressed my tip before sliding back down, over and over. I put my hand on his head, letting him know I loved it. He took me further down his throat and moaned. There is such pleasure in sucking cock. My orgasm began to build. That sweet feeling of nearing the edge. My legs tensed, knowing I was close, his old, cock hungry hands began to rub, stroke and caress my thighs and ass as his amazing mouth sucked me harder and faster. I exploded. I struggled to keep my voice down as wave after wave of semen shot out and pleasure washed me over.
Before being with him, I always wondered if I would still have the nerve to suck cock after having my own release. Would I still have the desire, once my own, horny need and been satisfied. Yes, oh my yes! I changed postions with him and ran my hands along his upper thighs as I eased his pants to the floor. That gorgeous, thick, soft dick. The sight of it made my young, horny mouth water. I was in some sort of puppy love or lust. Touching his cock made me hard again, much to his pleasure. I put my weight on him, letting him feel my erection against him. Again, our lips met. Our tongues touched and I tasted my own cum.
He was so much older than I was, but there was a connection. Our cocks touching, our tongues caressing, I realized how gay I had become and how quickly. I told him that I wanted to taste his cum. It was the gayest think I could think of and saying it, out loud, was such on. This older man, his body, was such a turn on.
Rubbing my hard cock on his, I drove my tongue into his mouth and kissed him hard, one last time. So horny, so turned on, I lickec nks nipples and slid down his body. My cheek rubbed against his still flaccid dick as I tongued his firm, full balls. I so wanted to please him. I lapped at and licked them. Musky, salty, I sucked on his tight sack, then took his cock between my lips. I felt his hand gently touch the side of my face and I looked up. "I'm sorry I don't get that hard anymore," he said in a soft voice. My response was pure, "I love your cock." I sucked him. I loved feeling his wrinkled shaft on my lips. I loved the feeling of his swollen cock's head. I moaned for him, letting him know it. My fingertip found and rubbed his asshole. Anyhting to please him, I rubbed it and pushed it inside him. He layed back and sighed. His cock leaked my first taste of his amazing pre cum. I so wanted more, I felt my brain tingle. I sucked hard on his engorged head, wishing out his orgasm. I pulled my mouth from him amd his sexy cock flopped out. Giving myself a better angle, I pushed my finger into him deeper. He began to pull on himself, rubbing his cock's head between his fingers and stroking his thick, but soft shaft. It was so sexy. I stood, pointed my hard cock's tip at his opening and pushed inside him. So tight and warm, I knew I would soon cum again. His head moved to the side, concentrating on the pleasure. I moved myself slowly in and out of him. I know he likes to get fucked. Rubbing himself, stroking himself, his breathing quickened and I saw his cum begin to flow. So desparate for it, I pulled my cock out and dove my mouth onto his leaking dick. Fuck, his taste was so unexpected, the thick texture. Quickly coating my mouth and tongue, I swallowed it. I wanted it. I moaned for it. I stood back up, drunk with his cum and turned him over on the desk. I drove my cock back into his ass and felt his smooth cheeks on my groin. I grabbed his hips and slammed my dick into him. I quickly exploded, cumming deep inside him. Moaning out, filling him, collapsing onto him, spent.
It felt like such a secret. My dirty, little secret. Having an affair with someone so much older. Made even naughtier, and more thrilling because it was with my male Professor. Sex with men seemed so much more pleasurable. As my desires deepened, so it my boldness.
Again, finding ourselves alone in his study. Again, stripping out of our clothes, caressing and pressing against each other. His fat dick looked so inviting and felt wonderful against me and in my hand. I craved him and guided him back onto the sofa and lifted his legs. Before me, his exposed, delicate looking hole drew me in, lustfully. His big, full, tight, wrinkled balls. His thick, full cock's head balanced on that wonderful, wrinkled, thick, soft shaft. Those darkened folds surrounding his old, yet ever so tight, opening. I buried my face into him. Licking, mouthing his asshole, rubbing my face on his between his legs. Lost in the pure lust for him.
So lost in the pleasure of pleasing him, I didn't hear. I didn't notice. I didn't even know he was married. She stood there for I don't know how long, watching me with my face between her husband's, rasied legs. She spoke to him, to us, but I don't remember what was said. It was all just such a panicked blur. I felt so embarrashed, so shameful. My cock, rock hard from the excitement of his cock, balls and ass, right there, ojt in the open, for her to see. I tried to cover myself, unsure of what else to do. I guess this was not the first time she has walked in on her husband. She was tolerant of his hungers and affairs with men, but I think having such a young student over was just too much. This time, I feel she decided, was enough.
"Are you going to fuck him? Huh, you little slut." I didn't think she was talking to me. How could see be talking to me? Oh, she was very much talking to me. "You going to ram that hard cock into my husband?" Standing there, she was slim, almost frail looking, yet seemed to tower over me. "No ma'am," it sounded shakey and unconvincing, even to me. "No," her voice even more stern now. "You just like licking my husband, sucking his cock? "What are you going to do with the hard cock then?" I looked at him, but he had to answers either. I looked back at her. It was the most unexpected sight ever. She had begun to undress.
"He looked like he loved having you lick him. Why don't you lick me, too." It all seemed unreal. There was no way this was really happening, I thought as I struggled to process it. She was nude now. I watched as she walked towards us and sat down next to ner husband. I had never known a woman so forward. She looked at me, still there on the floor, and parted her slim legs. "Well?" she said. I was frozen. "Lick me, too." I moved as if in slow motion, in a haze of disbelief. Between her legs, I moved my face towards her hairy pussy. Her musky scent hit me as ran my tongue along her hair covered slit. She breathed in sharply, it made me wonder how long it had been for her. I licked her up and down, then licked and sucked on her clit. Instinctively, my hands moved to her breasts, massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers. The Professor just sat there and watched as I pleasured his wife.
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