School daze.
I felt it first in my teens. A teacher's husband had begun to introduce me to the pleasures of cock and of being with men. I was certainly an eager and willing student. First, touching my cock, arousing me, turning me on so. Those touches, they made my body feel so good, like I never nad experienced before. I remember becoming so very curious. Touching his cock was an awakening. Lusts seemed to spring up instantly. I so wanted to make him feel good, as he had done for me. I felt so drawn to his cock. We seemed to often find times and ways to be together. When he would say things like, "Oh, I can take him there," or, "I can pick him up after school." I would get aroused knowing what being alone with him meant. We had several encounters before that first time that he had me. Several amazing encounters, but this would be different. Yet, no less amazing, maybe more so even. Lowering my pants and facing me away, I felt his lubed erection on my smooth ass and tight hole. He asked if I wanted him inside me. I could only whimper out a breathless, "Yes." First his finger, opening me up and making me shutter. Then another making me moan out a soft sigh of approval. Quivering, aroused "yes's" escsped my lips. I could not think straight. My body seemed to ache for him, as I felt his cock's tip. He guided himself into me then gripped my hips. He felt amazing, taking me, he made me feel amazing. My legs shook and I was on the edge of orgasm when he bagan to move himself, in and out. He softly grunted and I felt his warm cum fill my hole. When he pulled out, he turned me to face him. My asshole felt so wonderfully sore, used and gaped. His tongue pressed firmly into my mouth as he took my erection in his hand. Almost instantly, my legs went weak and my cum started to spurt out everywhere. He had edged my, fucked me to the most intense orgasm ever. I loved giving myself to him. How aroused it could make me seemed impossible.
Experiences with him only made me want and crave more. I had a male teacher. I felt drawn to him, I think I actually might of had a crush on him. When ever he would lean over my desk, I imagined that he was brushing against for a reason. I imagined that he felt a connection, a lust, too. I dreamed about being nude with him, feeling him against me, taking turns pleasuring. I could imagine his force, stretching me, gaping me, filling me. When he invited me to come watch his softball game one evening, my imagination went wild. What would happen would be even better! After the game, we sat alone in the darkened parking lot. He was trembling, we both were, so very nervous. I could barely breathe from the anticipation. My heart was pounding. He took his cock out, hairy, manly, semi erect, musky and gorgeous. Instinctively, I moved my mouth towards it and felt his hand run through my hair and caress the the back of my head. I took his cock between my lips and felt it grow and get rock hard. His tip banged against the back of my throat. I remember feeling it push past and my lips slip down his shaft. Oh, how good it felt! For him, too! I felt him pushing down on me, loving the way my throat felt. I tasted his cum that night. Before I left, I told him, "We could do other stuff, too." I think he was married, but it didn't matter. I was ready to do all the things his wife wouldn't.
It was crazy how much I wanted him. When I got home after that first time, I went straight to bed. Desperate to touch myself, thinking of him and to relive it. I thought about him fucking me, more accurately, I thought about him making love to me. I had no definition, I had no idea what to call it back then, but I knew how I wanted him to have me. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck. His hard cock along my ass crack, making me moan, before pushing into me. Maybe his wife will be going out of town soon. Maybe I could spend the night with him. I wanted his cum load again, so badly. When I came, I licked it off my fingers, dreaming it was his.
Yes, I had a thing for older men. However, I knew some other boys around my age, too. Whether they knew of each other, I had no idea, but there seemed to be a theme. Maybe I had a bit of a reputation. Usually behind the school gym, I would find myself sucking cock on my knees. Many times, I would be walking home with cum on my face and cum stains n my shirt. I don't know who had decided that they should pull away and blast my face, and open mouth, with cum loads, or who loved it more. But, it happened often. It was so erotic to me, maybe even wonderfully submissive. Such a turn on! The feeling and experiences were euphoric, though. Absolutely dizzying and cum drunk feeling.
Yet, it was not until my twenties that the desires really became overpowering and I gave into them, fully. I was not petite, I was not feminine, nor did I want to be. I was always very masculine. Kind of an athletic, All American type. I only say that to explain that, to my mind, I did not fit the perceived stereotype of a "bottom." That, however, was exactly what I had started to know that I wanted to and needed to be. My body, my ass seemed to crave it, seemed so hungry for it. I knew that I often masturbated like a girl. Running my finger tips over my hard nipples, pinching and pulling them. My dildo, deeply inserted inside my aching, horny hole. Riding it, need img a man so badly. I began seeking out places and opportunites to meet men. My urges were so strong that I actually started to flirt with them, always looking for someone to take me home with them. My first, since those times years before, was a retired school teacher. Alone in his house, we sat on his couch. He was clearly thrilled to have me there, as was I. Many years my senior, but when he leaned in and kissed me, it felt so natural. We moved to a bedroom, where we undressed. He ran his hands over my fit, muscular body, making me as hard as rock. We layed down and I licked and sucked his great looking, soft cock until his medication kicked in. I loved it so much. I loved feeling him slowly get hard. As he layed back, I got on top. It was my first time taking cock that way, but I had dreamed about it. I think we both knew that his stamina would give out long before his cock would, so I decided to ride him, like a slut. Fuck, he felt so good. Deep inside me, hitting just the right spots to make my cock ache and throb. I rode his dick, rubbed his chest and leaned forward to make out. He knowingly pinched and pulled on my nipples. How did he know how much that turned me on? Oh, how it made my precum flow! I felt on the edge. I could not hold back. Under my breath, I whispered, "Make me cum." He took my cock and started to stroke me. I shot stream after stream of hot cum across his belly and chest, as I bucked and fucked him. It was every bit as amazing as I had remembered. He whispered, "Let me get on top." I quickly moved so that he could fuck me from behind. Grabbing my hips, he thrusted into my gaped hole and moaned as he slammed into me. I moaned out for him, too! "Yes, yes," encouraging him to cum. "I want your cum!" Feeling him release and fill my hole made me feel so wonderful and complete.
As we spent more time together. He began to share stories from his past as I shared mine. So arousing, his memories, his stories! He was a sweet man, I can imagine how easily he could of seduced his young students. Although, he said he never had to, they found him. "At that age, the curious and overpowering urges could be so strong. Their sexual needs so intense." He said that he had become lovers with several through the years, even introduced ones to each other and had some amazing threesomes. He also told me that he was not the only faculty member to indulge in the occasional, May-December, forbidden relationship. One of the boys had told him, "You know, you're not my first from the school." He said that he had been with a Coach, after school, in the Coach's office. To his credit, he would not say which one, though. He told me how aroused hearing the teen talk about it had made him. I was getting aroused just hearing him relive it. A boy on his knees, eagerly sucking an older man's cock to completion. The boy told him that the Coach merely patted him on the head afterwards, saying "Good job."
The retired teacher told me about a threesome he had with two students. They two had seen each other around, but were not friends. Neither seemed shocked to see one another, though, he said. He had already told each one about the other. Both were throughly seduced and active in their encounters. Both eager participants in their sexual moments. "I loved kissing them both, but they started out so different." He told me that one had been unsure, just pecks at first. Building, becoming more sensual, finally giving way to deep, moaning, tongue twisted kissing. The other seemed to crave it right away, the intimacy, the closeness and passion. "They came over after school and we all got naked in my bed. I kissed each one first, then asked them to kiss each other. I watched as their cocks became erect without even touching them. Slender, beautiful young bodies with rock hard erections. I layed back and called to them. One on each side, showering me with open mouthed kisses, up and down my body. Licking and sucking my nipples as the other kissed my neck. Both stroked me, my cock as hard theirs! Their mouths found each other again, I knew that this would not be the only time between them! Now, they layed back and I took turns sucking them. Stiff, beautiful cocks, I lovingly sucked them, made love to their balls, shafts and tips with my mouth. I looked up at one point to see their heads turned towards one another and their tongues touching, so sensual and beautiful! So very arousing! I had them suck each other, the passion and lust! I had them suck me, their beautiful mouths pleasuring me to the edge of orgasm. Make me cum! I called out! As one sucked me harder, the other moved up the bed and fed me his stiff dick." "What could be more of a turn on!" he said. "We finished, each tasting the other's cum and with cum drenched kisses."
I was so aroused. Memories and lusts from my own youth, imagining him with the younger men from his past. My hand found his soft cock under the covers and gently caressed him. It was easy to see how so many of his students had fallen under his spell. I asked him to tell me more as I moved down on him. "Yes, they would suck me like that. They would crave my cum." I knew that feeling, I wanted it, too! I told him that I could not wait to taste him again.
Experiences with him only made me want and crave more. I had a male teacher. I felt drawn to him, I think I actually might of had a crush on him. When ever he would lean over my desk, I imagined that he was brushing against for a reason. I imagined that he felt a connection, a lust, too. I dreamed about being nude with him, feeling him against me, taking turns pleasuring. I could imagine his force, stretching me, gaping me, filling me. When he invited me to come watch his softball game one evening, my imagination went wild. What would happen would be even better! After the game, we sat alone in the darkened parking lot. He was trembling, we both were, so very nervous. I could barely breathe from the anticipation. My heart was pounding. He took his cock out, hairy, manly, semi erect, musky and gorgeous. Instinctively, I moved my mouth towards it and felt his hand run through my hair and caress the the back of my head. I took his cock between my lips and felt it grow and get rock hard. His tip banged against the back of my throat. I remember feeling it push past and my lips slip down his shaft. Oh, how good it felt! For him, too! I felt him pushing down on me, loving the way my throat felt. I tasted his cum that night. Before I left, I told him, "We could do other stuff, too." I think he was married, but it didn't matter. I was ready to do all the things his wife wouldn't.
It was crazy how much I wanted him. When I got home after that first time, I went straight to bed. Desperate to touch myself, thinking of him and to relive it. I thought about him fucking me, more accurately, I thought about him making love to me. I had no definition, I had no idea what to call it back then, but I knew how I wanted him to have me. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck. His hard cock along my ass crack, making me moan, before pushing into me. Maybe his wife will be going out of town soon. Maybe I could spend the night with him. I wanted his cum load again, so badly. When I came, I licked it off my fingers, dreaming it was his.
Yes, I had a thing for older men. However, I knew some other boys around my age, too. Whether they knew of each other, I had no idea, but there seemed to be a theme. Maybe I had a bit of a reputation. Usually behind the school gym, I would find myself sucking cock on my knees. Many times, I would be walking home with cum on my face and cum stains n my shirt. I don't know who had decided that they should pull away and blast my face, and open mouth, with cum loads, or who loved it more. But, it happened often. It was so erotic to me, maybe even wonderfully submissive. Such a turn on! The feeling and experiences were euphoric, though. Absolutely dizzying and cum drunk feeling.
Yet, it was not until my twenties that the desires really became overpowering and I gave into them, fully. I was not petite, I was not feminine, nor did I want to be. I was always very masculine. Kind of an athletic, All American type. I only say that to explain that, to my mind, I did not fit the perceived stereotype of a "bottom." That, however, was exactly what I had started to know that I wanted to and needed to be. My body, my ass seemed to crave it, seemed so hungry for it. I knew that I often masturbated like a girl. Running my finger tips over my hard nipples, pinching and pulling them. My dildo, deeply inserted inside my aching, horny hole. Riding it, need img a man so badly. I began seeking out places and opportunites to meet men. My urges were so strong that I actually started to flirt with them, always looking for someone to take me home with them. My first, since those times years before, was a retired school teacher. Alone in his house, we sat on his couch. He was clearly thrilled to have me there, as was I. Many years my senior, but when he leaned in and kissed me, it felt so natural. We moved to a bedroom, where we undressed. He ran his hands over my fit, muscular body, making me as hard as rock. We layed down and I licked and sucked his great looking, soft cock until his medication kicked in. I loved it so much. I loved feeling him slowly get hard. As he layed back, I got on top. It was my first time taking cock that way, but I had dreamed about it. I think we both knew that his stamina would give out long before his cock would, so I decided to ride him, like a slut. Fuck, he felt so good. Deep inside me, hitting just the right spots to make my cock ache and throb. I rode his dick, rubbed his chest and leaned forward to make out. He knowingly pinched and pulled on my nipples. How did he know how much that turned me on? Oh, how it made my precum flow! I felt on the edge. I could not hold back. Under my breath, I whispered, "Make me cum." He took my cock and started to stroke me. I shot stream after stream of hot cum across his belly and chest, as I bucked and fucked him. It was every bit as amazing as I had remembered. He whispered, "Let me get on top." I quickly moved so that he could fuck me from behind. Grabbing my hips, he thrusted into my gaped hole and moaned as he slammed into me. I moaned out for him, too! "Yes, yes," encouraging him to cum. "I want your cum!" Feeling him release and fill my hole made me feel so wonderful and complete.
As we spent more time together. He began to share stories from his past as I shared mine. So arousing, his memories, his stories! He was a sweet man, I can imagine how easily he could of seduced his young students. Although, he said he never had to, they found him. "At that age, the curious and overpowering urges could be so strong. Their sexual needs so intense." He said that he had become lovers with several through the years, even introduced ones to each other and had some amazing threesomes. He also told me that he was not the only faculty member to indulge in the occasional, May-December, forbidden relationship. One of the boys had told him, "You know, you're not my first from the school." He said that he had been with a Coach, after school, in the Coach's office. To his credit, he would not say which one, though. He told me how aroused hearing the teen talk about it had made him. I was getting aroused just hearing him relive it. A boy on his knees, eagerly sucking an older man's cock to completion. The boy told him that the Coach merely patted him on the head afterwards, saying "Good job."
The retired teacher told me about a threesome he had with two students. They two had seen each other around, but were not friends. Neither seemed shocked to see one another, though, he said. He had already told each one about the other. Both were throughly seduced and active in their encounters. Both eager participants in their sexual moments. "I loved kissing them both, but they started out so different." He told me that one had been unsure, just pecks at first. Building, becoming more sensual, finally giving way to deep, moaning, tongue twisted kissing. The other seemed to crave it right away, the intimacy, the closeness and passion. "They came over after school and we all got naked in my bed. I kissed each one first, then asked them to kiss each other. I watched as their cocks became erect without even touching them. Slender, beautiful young bodies with rock hard erections. I layed back and called to them. One on each side, showering me with open mouthed kisses, up and down my body. Licking and sucking my nipples as the other kissed my neck. Both stroked me, my cock as hard theirs! Their mouths found each other again, I knew that this would not be the only time between them! Now, they layed back and I took turns sucking them. Stiff, beautiful cocks, I lovingly sucked them, made love to their balls, shafts and tips with my mouth. I looked up at one point to see their heads turned towards one another and their tongues touching, so sensual and beautiful! So very arousing! I had them suck each other, the passion and lust! I had them suck me, their beautiful mouths pleasuring me to the edge of orgasm. Make me cum! I called out! As one sucked me harder, the other moved up the bed and fed me his stiff dick." "What could be more of a turn on!" he said. "We finished, each tasting the other's cum and with cum drenched kisses."
I was so aroused. Memories and lusts from my own youth, imagining him with the younger men from his past. My hand found his soft cock under the covers and gently caressed him. It was easy to see how so many of his students had fallen under his spell. I asked him to tell me more as I moved down on him. "Yes, they would suck me like that. They would crave my cum." I knew that feeling, I wanted it, too! I told him that I could not wait to taste him again.
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