You can do it, or you can talk about it. We did both. This time, Chris’s wife did not interrupt or interfere with the follow-up of our sexual work out. Chris had wanted to talk immediately after our first encounter, but she came on the scene and there was no talk. Then we had a second session, and there she was again, right there at the conclusion, and there was no conversation. Now, however, we had just had a ball-emptying, ball-busting session and she was two hundred miles away. So, it was time to talk. Chris was a medical doctor, so there was no need to go into the definitions of our actions; he knew full well what we were doing. It was more a matter of talking through the emotions of why we were doing it and how we felt about it. Romantic it was: candlelit table, fine wine, and a hot man on the other side of the candles wanting to talk about sex! We agreed that both of us would answer any question that the other asked. He started talking, about himself, still saying that sex with me, or any man, was something that he had never done. I shot a lot of questions at this since I tend to believe that every man has done some manly things with other men that he doesn’t ever admit. I sort of nagged him as to whether he had ever had any teen-age pubescent experiences, to which he insisted the answer was “No.” I told him that I thought every male in the world had done some cock comparisons with his buddies while growing up. Certainly he had done that in high school, hadn’t he? Again he insisted the answer was “No.” He said that he had never even seen a man’s hard erection in the sexual sense, but did admit that there had been some biological sightings in his medical profession. I pressed on: the college years were the most highly testosterone-laden in the life of a man, and surely he had had some male encounters? He seemed to waver a bit -- he did not give me an immediate “No” -- and seemed to want to ignore my question with a “not really.” Gotcha! I thought. I began to hone in on this one little seeming bit of an admission. I could tell that what I was asking was truly painful for Chris to divulge as he started to talk. He said that he had never told anyone, had never said these words aloud. The wine was helping him to talk, and I was encouraging him and just kept pouring the wine. He told me the story. In college pre-med, he was struggling a bit with one of the advanced chemistry courses, and had sought out his professor for some help. His professor seemed to take a high degree of interest in Chris and things were improving in some tutoring sessions, one-on-one. In one of them, his professor assured him that he thought it might be possible for him to do very well in the finals but he might need some additional preparations. He invited Chris to come to his home later that night for a special session. Chris was naïve enough to not think that this was more than a bit unusual, though he did feel that it was unique enough for him to not tell his fraternity brothers where he was going. The professor seemed to have no interest in talking chemistry, at least not of the textbook variety, but they did do some serious beer drinking for a while. When the professor said to Chris, “Well, I think it is time that we decide whether you get an A or a B,” Chris said he had not the faintest idea what the professor meant, but he replied “OK, how do we decide that?” The professor then made his move. Chris said that he was paralyzed at what happened next. He was sitting on the sofa, the professor got between his legs on the floor and began to nuzzle Chris’s hairy chest through the shirt, and then to start kissing his crotch through the material. Chris said that he felt that he had turned to stone, including a stone-hard prick, and could not move or speak. The professor continued his journey around Chris’s body, and pulled the shirt off and he pulled the trousers down and off. With a raging throbbing hard-on tenting the briefs by now, the professor started the cock tease through the material and continued the oral servicing to Chris when the briefs came off. Though he had never had a blowjob before, he certainly knew what it was, and he enjoyed it, in spite of the fact that it was a male doing it. He had only ever thought that he would have such service from a female. Chris said he closed his eyes and pretended that it was a girlfriend and he let it blow. When it was over, the professor told him that he definitely had potential for improved performance, though he would need to return for more special sessions. Many repeat performances did happen, but Chris was not happy with the situation, nor with himself. Yes, he was getting pleasure from the blowjobs. Yes, he did score with a 4.0 in chemistry. And the only reaction he ever had from his little secret was from a fraternity brother who got cozy with him and suggested that they might have some things in common since both of them had been intimate with the professor. Chris was horrified to hear this, devastated that his secret was known to anyone. Chris was morbidly fascinated that this guy knew all the details of his cock size, as well as various other intimate details of his private equipment. He denied it all but the guy was putting a serious hit on him until Chris got pretty heavy with the denials. Chris said that he broke out in a sweat, always worrying that someone might find out about him and his secret. There seemed to be no other incident in Chris’s past that would indicate that he had had any male sexual experiences other than this singular college scene. When Chris did me the first time, I had the mentality that this was certainly not his first time with a dick in his mouth, so I asked him about that. He now said that he was just doing to me what the professor had done to him. I believed everything that he said. He also wanted to know my past history of male sex, which was certainly not as virginal as his! By my early teen years, I had been introduced to physical contact by two of my cousins, both slightly older than I was. They started me off with comparison of dick sizes and quantity of pubic hair. We continued to experiment until there was nothing more to know about each other’s cocks and the cocksucking of each other. We had mastered technique as we grew into the mid-teens. With my advanced knowledge, I had gotten into the pants of most of my buddies, in both junior high and in high school. In high school, I had my first experiences with a number of grown males, which included a couple of my teachers and a local farmer that had hired me to help him on his farm. There were others that I chose not to tell him about. I did relate that I had fucked male ass for the first time when a cop stopped to help me when I had car trouble on a rural country road not far from home. He found that to be very, very hot, indeed! College had been a hot bed of activity, and there were a lot of hot beds that I shared! I limited my stories to just a few events, since I did not yet feel that Chris was as tuned in to male sex as I had been. However, at this stage, he was highly turned on by my stories. We were now lying in front of the fireplace with our wine, and it was all very heady. Chris had a boner of great proportions and was slowly jacking himself as I told him of my antics, and when I sort of finished my story-telling, he looked deep into my eyes, and told me that he wanted me to show him and to teach him everything that I could, that he was so hot for me and my body that he wanted it all! Yea! I knew this all along! Being the willing teacher, I got us into a 69 position, which was very pleasing for him and for me, and his moaning with delicious pleasure was turning me on as I sucked on his cock and as he sucked on me. I taught him, teaching him to hold off, to refrain and to restrain himself. He quickly latched on to the idea that sex with a male was intentionally longer for the pure pleasure of pleasuring each other. This was far better than his experience with hetero bedroom sex where the quicker and the shorter the event, the better that most women liked it! Including his wife, he said. He was listening to every little instruction to go easy, and responded well with an “Oh yea, that’s good, keep it going, use your tongue more”, etc. Damn, he was such a good and quick learner in the techniques of cocksucking! He did everything I wanted. I dropped his cock and leaned over and got a good full mouthful of balls, whirling them around, and I thought Chris was going to shoot it with his renewed intensity of sucking on my prick. He was doing a great amount of heaving and thrashing around. In my position, I pulled myself around just a little bit further and pulled his cheeks apart and did some slow circles around his ass with a light rimming before inserting my tongue into his hole and giving his ass a good hot tongue fuck. Chris went volcanic. I was glad that I was on top, since I could hold him down to some degree. The more he bucked, the more I teased his ass with my tongue, and his physical thrusting was a tremendous turn-on for me as he moaned and whimpered with pure sexual pleasure. He started a guttural moaning from down deep, like a rumbling volcano, and he kept begging me to stop while I knew that he had no intention or desire for me to ever slow down. “Please stop, please, please, oh Man, oh Man, please stop, oh damn, here it comes, here it is, oh shit, please stop, oh, awwww…” No volcano eruption was ever any more powerful than the release of his load! With each spewing, his hole would twitch and I would soothe the twitching with my tongue, which would just send him into more delirious upheavals. At last, he physically pushed me off of him, and finished his orgasm. I was lying next to him, enjoying watching him demonstrate his manly prowess. When he was through, without a word, he literally dove onto my cock, planting his mouth as far over my waving prick as he could get into his throat, the contact so bonded that it was as though his face was glued onto my crotch. He sucked me so violently and with so much need and hungry passion that even with my knowing that he was scraping and nicking and chewing up my dick, I let him do what he had to do. After he took me and I pulled away, Chris saw that my cock was bleeding from the wild treatment that he had given, and he was devastated! Being the doctor, however, he went for first aid and I was amused when he returned with ointment to salve the wounds. We both laughed at the reminder that rubbing cream on me was how we got started down this path in the first place! We headed to the shower, and together we soaped and cleaned each other, which created the arousal of cock, even though my rise was a bit painful. Chris looked at me, with the water streaming down his face, and said, “OK, today I learned to do 69 and now I am having a shower with a stud, which is also new for me, and I love it all! How much more is there for me to learn?” I laughed, and slipped a soapy finger into his butt, causing him to flinch and squirm. “Chris, we have not yet even scratched the surface!” --------- Feedback? MisterEd53@hotmail.com
