Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2022 14:57:47 +0000 From: OneHandedFantasies Subject: A Curious Student (Adult Youth) This story is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters or locations exist in real life. They only exist within my fantasies. This story contains graphic sex between older men and consenting underaged boys. If reading this kind of content is illegal in your region, please do not continue. This is not meant to be an endorsement of those kinds of activities, rather it is an exploration of fantasy. This story is not to be published or shared elsewhere or it is a direct violation of my copyright. Any rendition of this story not shared directly from the contact info listed above is seen as a violation. If you like this story and would like to discuss, you can always email the address onehandedfantasies@protonmail.com. I am also open to suggestions and tips. This is not my job, I am not a professional, this is just a way to share my fantasies with other likeminded individuals. Everyone loves fan mail! My name is Ron Jonas or Mr. Jonas to any of my old students. I am 62 at the moment of this story. After being a high school English teacher for nearly 30 years, I took an early retirement to chase a lifelong dream... sort of. I took the first teaching job I was offered right out of college. It was the same school district I grew up in, so I could just go home for free meals at my parents' house any time I wanted. It was a young bachelors dream come true. Then, over time I just got too comfortable and never moved on. It was too convenient to stay where I was. I just accepted that it was where I was meant to be. So, there I was. A deeply closeted gay man at the time who had spent nearly his entire life in the small closed-minded town he had grown up in. It wasn't all bad. I did plenty of traveling in the summers, and I was able to escape on the weekends to meet up with my more "urban" city friends for likeminded fun. I also like to think that I did some good things in this small town. I pushed my love of theater on those around me and I actually feel I made a difference. I helped grow the school's drama club into something respectful and got the district to pour some money into the club and amenities. I also started a small adult community theater group. It was through this group that I met a lot of my lifelong friends. Not to brag, but I also managed to hook up with some men that you would have never assumed gay or even curious. A community theater group often has its advantages in this way. My best friend Andrew was one of the people that I met this way. We worked very closely around the time he was going to college on every play that was put out with the theater group. He was majoring in theater, and I had no doubts he would go far. He stuck around the area for quite some time despite my pushing him to move onto better things. Eventually though, an acquaintance of his got him in a job working behind the scenes for a small theater in New York City. I was pretty happy for him and proud to have been his mentor. We stated in touch, and I visited him in New York often. It was through this relationship that I got a call one afternoon offering me a technical director job. I didn't feel I was qualified, but it didn't take much arm twisting and I was selling my small house and saying my goodbyes to my family and former coworkers at 52 years old. I was following a dream to work in a theater full time. Now let me be clear. This was not Broadway. These were plays you would never probably go see if you were a tourist. And the pay was not great, but I wasn't there to get rich. Andrew and I became roommates to help afford the bills. But that was no issue as we were already well acquainted if you catch my drift. I lived it up in the city for about 10 years taking in all a happy, now openly gay man could! Andrew and I however, had grown apart over the decade. We had gotten to the point of just being roommates and coworkers and both of us had our own friends and interests. It was around this time that my elderly parent's failing health hand forced me to set up moving them into an assistance living home. They were quite well to do and as the only child, chose to leave me their home. I was going to just rent it out at first, but then I realized I had briefly lived my dream and kind of missed the quiet small-town atmosphere I had grown up in. So, I decided to pull up roots once again, this time moving back home. Not much had changed when I got home. It was the same slow-paced small-town living. Most people still recognized me, but for the most part I was able to keep to myself at first. After getting my parents arrangements taken care of, I spent the entire spring working in the backyard manicuring the landscaping since it had been neglected for some time. It was a beautiful Victorian style farmhouse. It used to be in the country until the town grew around it. But that meant it had a much larger lot than the homes around it. I had put in an array of perennials and then cleaned up around an existing rose garden. I then spent a good amount of time fixing up a private little gazebo in the back corner. I was quite satisfied with how it had all turned out! Most evenings I spent on my other passion, putting on live webcam shows online using my collection of sex toys. I would spend a couple of hours most nights on my favorite dating site giving men a great show as I rode my many dildos or other available other items. I'd often cam and chat with more than a few men in a night as they used me as a means for sexual relief. Then, when I found the right man or men to share with, I too would release my own built-up load. I don't think I have an above average sex drive, but I was masturbating nearly every night some weeks. It was late in the spring when I got a call for the school district that one of their English teachers had had a baby and the substitute that had taken her place had now gotten in a car accident and wanted to focus on her recovery. Word must have gotten out I was back in the area. It was to only be the last two weeks of the semester and I would only be having to cover two periods. seventh grade Language Arts and eighth grade Creative Writing. Both classes were in the middle of final projects and preparing for finals, so it was to be an easy gig, and since I was still licensed, I guess couldn't say "no" to that. I threw on my best khakis and a collared sweater and went in early that Monday to familiarize myself with the classroom and class list. Not surprisingly with a small town, I recognized most of the names. I had probably taught many of their parents and siblings. I figured that was a good way to bring a more personal approach to my presence. I was a bit out of practice in my teaching, but the first day went well. You had some smartassed kids who thought they didn't have to respect the substitute, let alone the substitutes substitute, but I had expected this and just let it roll of my back and moved on. The last period of the day was eighth grade Creative Writing. Once we had finished up and the bell had rung, there was a group of 4 kids that stayed sitting in the back of the classroom. "Mr. Jonas?" one of the boys asked, "Mind if we hang out and play Magic for a bit after class? Mrs. Helens always let us while she corrected papers and stuff." I had been debating if I would be staying to check the few assignments or be taking them home, but if they had been making this a regular thing, I didn't want to let them down, so I told them they were welcome to stay if they were quiet. This made them clearly happy. They seemed to be a group of more the social outcast type. I am not one to judge but lets face it, as an educator you see the different cliques and can identify them quite easily. This was not the athletes, or the potheads or the punky skater kids. These we the keep to themself nerdy types. Throughout the week they stayed after for about a half hour each day. They were mostly quiet and respectful. Sometimes they would ask me about my past and people I had taught that they may know, but for the most part they cheerfully played their card game. I couldn't help but notice one boy was not like the rest. David was his name. He was smaller, probably only about 5'5" and maybe 110lbs. He had short sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Although most boys his age were quite awkward looking by default, he seemed much more attractive. He always wore cargo shorts and fun t-shirts. A generally very clean-cut young teenager. I thought I might be crazy, but more than a couple of times I would look up from my papers and catch him looking back at me. He would quickly look back at his cards if our eyes met. I had told myself it was nothing, but then one afternoon as they all got up and left, he cunningly slipped a folded piece of paper on my desk. He looked back to see if I had noticed as he left. I took the piece of notebook paper and unfolded it after they were out of sight. It was a short, penned note. The first thing I noticed was that David had very neat handwriting for a boy. My heart beat a bit faster as I read the note. I didn't quite know why. "Dear Mr. Jonas, Please don't be offended by this, and PLEASE don't show anyone this note. I can't say who told me, but I was told that you are gay. I don't know if this is true, but if you are, you are the only gay person I know of in this town. I am not certain, but I think I might be interested in guys in that way. If you are not gay, I am very sorry. I just wanted to ask. I don't have anyone to talk to about this that I can trust. Thank you P.S. Please do not tell anyone about this!" Wow, I thought to myself. This a well written for a boy his age. And a very daring move to reach out to me without knowing if I was or not in fact gay, let alone a teacher at his school. I did not hide the fact that I was gay. If someone would ask, I would tell them. But I also did not advertise it. This town was sadly, not the most accepting of these things. I gave his letter a lot of thought that night. I knew I had to give him some kind of a response as to not leave him wondering and worrying that I might out him. So, I sat down with a piece of paper and a pen to craft some type of response. "Dear David, I appreciate you feeling confident enough to reach out to me on this matter. You did hear correctly. I am gay. I just do not generally bring this fact up, so I will respect your privacy if you respect mine. I am sure there are more gay people in town than you realize, but they just do not make it publicly known. I know how difficult it is dealing with that fact, so if you would like to talk, my door is always open. Respectfully yours, Mr. Jonas" I folded up the letter and tapped it shut with David's name on the front. I started to go over scenarios in my head as to how to get it to him without his friends noticing. I couldn't come up with anything so I figured I will just bring it with and hope for the best. When David showed up for class, I must admit I looked at him in a different light now. I already thought he was cute, but now I looked at his fair skinned legs with their soft light hair and it excited me. I thought about how it would feel to run my hands up them. Luckily, I was behind my desk for most of class, since my khakis probably didn't hide my growing erection the best! I noticed that David avoided eye contact during class. He looked nervous, but I couldn't blame him. After all, he did come out to me in writing. I was probably the only one who knew his secret. After class he stayed late with his friends like always. He made a bit more eye contact with me then, but still had a nervous look about him. I had the letter for him in my front pocket, but no way of giving it to him! As they all got up to leave for the day, I had my hand nervously in my pocket ready to pull it out and try to hand it to him stealthily. Much to my surprise I saw him leave a book behind on his desk. This kid was clever! How could he have known I needed a way to sneak him a letter? Once they all left, I jumped up and slipped my reply inside the front cover. I went to my door and called to the four boys "Say, did one of you leave a book behind?" They all looked at their hands. David looked up, "Oh... I did." He hurried back giving me a look of relief. "Thanks." He said softly. "No problem." I winked. I went home happy that I was able to get him a response without his friends being any the wiser. I spent all night wondering what if anything he would come back with? The following day went by just as the previous. David looked a bit nervous, but only to those who would have been paying close attention would have noticed. He made eye contact today, but only briefly, After the boys were done with their little card game they left as always with David walking behind everyone. He again calmly and stealthily laid his reply on my desk in passing. I again waited until they had left to open the letter. "Dear Mr. Jonas, Thank you for writing back to me. I was worried you would tell the principal or someone what I had written. I know you said that there are other gay men in town, but I don't know any. You are the first person I have heard that is. Is there any way we can meet in a more private way sometime to, like talk? Again, please keep this a secret between us! David" I was a bit unsure what he would want to talk to me about, but I figured if I was the only man he knew who was gay, maybe he was just genuinely curious. Either way we only had a couple of day left before the summer break, so if he truly did want to chat, it would have to be in the next couple of days. That night I again grabbed another piece of paper. "Dear David, I do understand the challenge of having no one to talk to or sympathize with. I am more than willing to have a chat with you. Maybe after class or right before? I know there are only a few days of school left, so we may have to pick a time that is in the near future. Please let me know what you are comfortable with and know that I will respect your privacy. Respectfully yours, Mr. Jonas" I put the note taped shut in a folder. I figured if one of his friends saw me handing him a folder it would not raise the suspicion that a folded-up note would. The next day I was lucky enough to see David in the hallway before classes. He was at his locker and there was no one talking to him or in his immediate vicinity, so I handed him the folder. He was a little surprised but murmured "thanks" and took it from me. Classes that day were simply doing finals, so they went by quite easily and like clockwork the boys stayed after the last period for their extra half hour. They were mostly distracted with disusing summer plans. They even asked me what I do all summer. I explained that I spent most of the summer gardening. I was a bit surprised when they left that David did not leave me a note in return. I looked near the desk he was at, but there was nothing hidden. "Oh well." I thought figuring he may be too nervous for chatting face to face with me. It was about 5 minutes later that I heard a soft voice at my door. "Hey Mr. Jonas?" There, just inside the doorway stood David. He looked so beautiful in his tan khaki shorts and blue t-shirt. His long black stockings showed of his perfectly shaped trim legs. "Oh, hello David! I was not sure if you would be stopping in." I said truthfully. "You can swing the door closed if you would like. Or do you not have time to talk? "I have a few minutes." He said sheepishly as he closed the door behind himself but still stood awkwardly just inside the doorway. I sat at the corner of the desk and broke the ice by asking about his summer plans. From his brief explanation it sounded like he was mostly a home body and terribly interested in getting outside or traveling. We made a bit more small talk before I realized his shyness was going to force me to initiate the subject of his visit. "So... you were curious about my lifestyle?" I asked. His face turned red. "What are you curious about?" "I dunno..." He hesitated. "Like... when did you know that you were... you know?" "Gay?" I said quietly. "Yeah?" I explained that that was a complicated question because I always knew that I was different but didn't know how until I went to college and met other people like myself. I told him that I believe people are born gay, but sometimes it takes time to realize it. He then asked when I told my parents. I admitted that it was tough, and it wasn't until I was in my late 20s. It took time, but they were accepting. My mother said that she was not surprised. Mothers always know. He said that he didn't feel his parents would be so accepting, but I reassured him that they would come around. He then caught me a bit off guard with a question. "When were you first... like, with a man?" I hesitated on this one. "You know David, I really don't think that is something that a teacher and a student should really discuss. It's a bit personal, don't you think? I could tell he was not happy with my non answer, but I didn't want to open a door I could not close with this student. "I get that. But I guess... all these other kids are talking about what they have done and stuff, and I just... I didn't know when I would." He trailed off. I explained to him that he was still very young to be worrying about that kind of thing and he should just enjoy his youth while he can. Though I'll admit, in talking with him he was very mature for a 14-year-old. Even if he did not look it. I again told him I appreciated that he was comfortable confiding in me, but that some subjects were still inappropriate for a teacher and student to discuss. He pondered for a bit on what I had said. "Is there any way we could meet after school is out? Like more as friends than as teacher student? I live right in town. I could bike over. We could keep it a secret like our notes. I really don't want to have anyone knowing we had this talk" I had to hand it to him, he was indeed clever. I knew I should tell him that that too was inappropriate, but I didn't. I think deep in my mind I knew there was more to this than he was leading on. "Do you know where the bridge is on 6th street?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah." "I'm the bigger house right after you cross the river. I am outside working most days, so if I don't answer look over the gate to the back yard." He smiled. "Ok! Well, I better get going. Thanks Mr. Jonas" "No problem." I smiled back. I knew what I had arranged was probably wrong, but I managed to convince myself that it was just innocent conversations that we were having since at the moment it was. The next two days were rather uneventful, at least to me they were. I am sure the last days of school for the students was a much different case. The last period I had however, ended with all the kids hurrying out the door. Except David. He took his time and dropped one more not on my desk before leaving with a smile. I opened it right away. "Dear Mr. Jonas, Thanks again for the talk. I can't wait to talk to you again soon. Plan on next week. See ya!" He signed it with a winking face. This made me wonder just what his intentions were? He was asking pretty personal questions already. Just how much does one share with a teenager you barely know about your personal life? I figured I would just have to wait and see if he was as serious as he said. It was the second day the following week after my brief substitute teaching job had ended that I heard a knock at the front door. It was about 9 am which was quite early for a package delivery. I walked across the living room in my flannel pajama pants and a long gray t-shirt since I had yet to get dressed for the day. Through the sheer curtains I could see a bike on my sidewalk and a familiar face at the door. It was David! My heart sunk with fear and excitement. I was not dressed for a visitor was all I could think in the moment, but I knew I had to answer the door. "Well, good morning, David! What a surprise!" I smiled as I opened the door. "I apologize. I'm not dressed company." "That's ok, me neither." He said awkwardly. He was dressed in a pair of blue nylon basketball type shorts and a black t-shirt that made his fair skin look even lighter. I never noticed before, but he had a slight number of cute freckles on his cheeks. "Are you just swinging through to say `hi?' or would you like to come in for a bit?" I asked as we stood on my front step. "I have a little bit of time." He offered. "Want to come in then?" He responded with a nod "Sure." I held the door for him as he walked into my living room. He took off his shoes without being asked. I took that as him saying he would be here for a bit. "You have a big house!" He said as he gazed at my main living area. "It was my parent's. I just inherited it recently. So, I'm still getting used to all the space. Would you like some coffee or milk or anything to drink?" I asked. He shook his head "no." I gave him a tour of the lower level of the house and the back covered porch as we made small chat. We eventually made out way back to the living room where I sat on the couch, and he sat in a chair across for me. We sat silently for a bit before he chimed in. "So, now that you're not my teacher... when did you first... you know? Like do things with a man?" I smiled. I could tell he was waiting for this moment to bring it up. I figured I could be honest without going into too much detail. "Well, I was in college before I did anything." "Who was it?" He quickly asked. "He was a friend in one of my theater classes. I had spent the night in his dorm after we had a few drinks" "Then what happened?" I could tell that David was eager to hear of my escapades. I was nervous to share, but with his cheerful curiosity, he somehow drew it out of me. "Well, we had been talking for a while one night and had a quite a bit of wine. We must have both felt something because he leaned in and kissed me." "Huh... you like made out?" He asked. I laughed. "Yeah, you could say that!" "Cool! Did you do more than make out the first time?" I gave him a smile and a look. "Well, I mean, we were both randy boys so, there may have been more than just kissing." I winked at him. "Randy?" He asked confused "Oh, it's a way of saying `horny.'" I could tell he was getting a little antsy and was adjusting his shorts at this point. I was not surprised that the conversation had him aroused, because I too was getting a bit of excitement from sharing. "Was it weird the first time? Or... like scary" He asked. "Well, he knew what he was doing, so he kind of guided me, but I was definitely nervous. Everyone is nervous the first time." I could see he was thinking for a bit, so I tried to give him some helpful advice. "You just need to be with someone you trust. Don't rush into anything just to do it." He didn't think as long this time. He looked up from his feet. "I trust you." I must admit that I was shocked by his answer even though somewhere in the back of my mind I had wondered if this was his angle for the visit. From the time he mentioned he wanted to meet outside of school I suspected it. But how could a cute young boy like him be interested in a 62-year-old man? I didn't even consider myself that attractive, what with my belly and gray hair and all. "That is very sweet David, but I think you would be better off seeking a boy your own age." "But I'm not interested in guys my age. I like... older men." He admitted sheepishly. I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. But he elaborated more. "Like... when I look at porn... I like the guys that are more your age." "Are you sure?" I asked. Still not understanding how he could favor older men like myself. "I think young, toned bodies are much more attractive." "Not to me!" He smiled. "I think you're hot!" We both laughed. I could feel my cock spring to life in my briefs from his flattering remarks. It was also much more noticeable that he too was aroused in his shorts. "You know most people would think we are crazy for being attracted to each other at our ages, right?" I asked. "Are you sure this isn't some kind of joke?" He shook his head. "I'm not joking. I'm more into... like dads and stuff. You know, older guys" He actually seemed sincere. I didn't pick up on any hits that this could be a joke on me. "Want to sit over here?" I patted on the couch. He got up and joined me. Our knees touching. I moved my hand to his leg. I could feel his soft hairs and warm skin. "If this is really what you want, we will only do what you are comfortable with." I assured him. He looked up at me with an obviously nervous look and nodded. "Want to kiss me?" I asked softly. He nodded again. I leaned in close to him. His eyes closed as our lips met. I had assumed that he may have never been kissed before, but the second my tongue pushed forward he opened his lips slightly to let it in. His kiss was wet and sweet, not awkward, or unpleasant. I was glad I had brushed my teeth this morning rather than being lazy. I couldn't believe I was not dreaming. This beautiful you boy was pushing his tongue into my mouth meeting my own as it explored his. I never would have dreamt this would be a possibility. Our tongues swirled and danced back and forth. Our spit mixing to lubricate them as they did. As we made out, I pushed my hand up his nearly smooth leg until my hand was just underneath his shorts. He took my lead and put his own soft, warm hand on my upper thigh near my visibly tented lap. In his sorts I was surprised by how thin and small his legs felt as my hand edged up further. His soft hairs sparce on his upper thighs. I soon felt the bottom of the legs of his boxer shorts. I savored the feel of his inner thighs. So smooth and warm. My hands moved up and down, squeezing occasionally. I knew I was just inches from his boyhood. "You can touch it." I whispered. I waited until he made his move. Nervous to feel that I was forcing him into anything. His hand moved over my lap and firmly took a hold of my swelling cock through my pants. I let out a soft moan and kissed him down his neck as I moved my own hand up to find his ridged shaft. His cock was thin and smooth but had good length to it, and he was rock hard. I gripped it firmly and I felt him tense up and whimper. "C-c-careful." His soft voice cautioned. "I think I'm close to cumming." His youthful inexperience must have gotten the better of him, so I pulled my hand from his shorts. "Want to get naked?" I asked thinking not touching for a bit may relax him. And I didn't want him shooting in his shorts. He nodded and we both stood up. We took our shirts off at the same time. His body was porcelain white. His belly and chest both perfectly smooth and his two nipples were beautiful little pink buttons on his chest. He had skinny arms and little muscle tone, but he was still very attractive. He had the look of a boy at the height of puberty, but not with the awkwardness. None of his features were misshaped. In that moment I very well may have been drooling. I tried to keep my composure for his sake. I on the other hand, show my age. I have a small pot belly and almost no chest hair. I have large pink nipples with a circle of salt and pepper hair surrounding each one. My forearms are tanned dark brown with longer coarse hair. I have always shaved my pale stomach and crotch, but with not expecting any company, there was some slight stubble. "Well... now for the good part?" I asked. He smiled with a nod as we both pushed down our pants and shorts. With my excitement to see this perfect boy in all his glory, I had mine off before his were pushed down. I was in absolute awe as more of his pale skin came to view. His cock stood straight up rock hard. He was almost completely hairless aside from a surprising orange tuft of hair at the base of his cock. He was a strawberry blonde-haired apparently. His cock had a small, pointed reddish head. He was circumcised and it had left a ring of dark scar tissue at the end of his shaft. His small walnut sized sack stood out as pink against his pale white thighs. Again, in my eyes, he was perfect. "Mmmmmm... you look like a Greek statue!" I complemented him. "Thanks." He smiled. "You're sexy too. Do... do you shave your dick?" he asked. "Yes, I do." Below my pale belly my 6" cut cock was half hard. That's about all I get from it these days unless I take a pill to fix that! I have shaved my crotch for many years to have a cleaner look and feel. My thick shaft is smooth, and I have a rather impressive dark red head. It looks like a mushroom hanging upside-down at times. My smooth sack hangs quite low below it. I don't view myself as a sexy man, but I am happy in the eyes of this 14-year-old that I was. I stepped towards him, and his curious hand took ahold of my cock again. I put my arm around him pulling him closer, our cocks were nearly touching as he softly moved his hand up and down my shaft. I took his small firm sack in my palm and massaged it. Feeling his small testicles roll between my fingers. My thumb curled around the root of his rigid throbbing cock. "Pretty tight... they must be ready to shoot, huh?" I asked with a grin. He nodded. "I think so." "Well, if it happens just let it happen... that's what your here for, not?" I smiled and winked at him before dropping to my knees. Feeling his soft skin as my hands ran down his sides to his hips. His cock eagerly twitched as I took its base with my hand angling it down for my mouth. I looked up and saw the nervous yet excited look on his face as he stared back at me. I opened my mouth and took him completely. I could feel his hips and leg tremble as I pulled him into me. I pushed my nose into his soft pubic hair. His cock was just long enough it poked at the back of my throat as I took it deep as I could. He smelled clean had little taste telling me he must have showered before our meet. I had barely taken any time to enjoy having his sweet young cock in my mouth with I heard David take a couple of gasps. "Oh no... I'm... I'm gonna cum!" He gasped. I quickly pushed him deep in my mouth and grasped his firm ass cheeks in anticipation. I had forgotten about the hair trigger he had warned me about! His hands grabbed my shoulders with a squeeze as he panted. "I'm sorry! Ugh!!! Oh God! Ughhhhh!!!" I felt his first squirt against the back of my throat. His cum was salty on the back of my tongue. I felt the whole length of his shaft throb as he unloaded. I pulled back slightly and opened my mouth letting his cock coat my tongue in his boy seed. It was then that I could savor its sweet youthful taste. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth feeling his load. It wasn't too thick, but its taste had me in heaven. After he had finished cumming, I milked him making sure I got all of it. As I milked the length of his shaft to the tip, a clear bead of cum formed at his slit. I licked it clean. He stepped up on his tippy toes as I did. It must have been sensitive after his orgasm. I swallowed it and smiled at him. "Mmmm... amazing load, David!" "Thanks." He blushed. "Sorry that I finished so quickly..." I could tell he was quite embarrassed. I found it both cute and arousing. I loved his youthful innocence. "Don't worry about it. I got your sweet load, and that's the important part! I'd rather suck a cock for a minute that have to suck it for an hour!" He laughed in agreement. "Oh, I guess that's probably true." He stood silently, still sporting a stiff erection. One of the other blessings of youth, a stiffy ever after a good cum! "Do... do you want me to suck on yours?" He asked breaking the silence. "I won't make you do anything you aren't interested in doing." I answered honestly. "But, do you have to get going? Or do you have more time?" I asked. He shrugged. "I can stay a bit longer." Knowing that he did not have to leave and now seeing his everlasting erection, I had other plans than a quick blowjob. I wanted to take full advantage of his perfect stiff member. I had tasted it, but I would not be satisfied with just that knowing I had missed better opportunities. I wanted to feel him inside me. I was only hopping he would be open to the experience. "Great! Why don't we go upstairs for a little more fun?" "Ok." He nodded in agreement and followed me up the central stairs. The steps creaked under the carpeted stair runner as we made our way. "Here is a picture of me when I was about your age." I pointed to an old family photo amongst the many pictures that lined the stairway wall. "You were cute!" he admired is passing. "Were?" I laughed. "I was more virile back then too! Much like yourself." We got upstairs and went to the last bedroom, passing the newly updated guest bathroom that I had added in a recent remodel that costed me more than I would like to admit. "Here we are!" I led David into my bedroom. I pulled back the layer of covers on my large king-sized bed. I knew I would rather wash stains out of the sheets on the bed than the large comforter. And I wasn't about to pull out my old sex blanket from the closet for this treat of a young man! I put my arms around David and pulled him in for a kiss. He met with his open mouth. And we made out for a bit again. I wondered if he could taste his load in my mouth for earlier. I surely hoped he could. I laid back on the bed, pulling him on top of me as I did. We continued to make out. Eventually I wrapped my legs around his hips. I grinded my soft bottom against his stiff cock. I did not give him any instructions, but rather I just let him naturally proceed. He soon matched my movements, and we were grinding in unison. I shivered every time his cock slid over my hole. I tried to guide our movements to coax him in. I pushed with my sphincter muscles tying to give him an open target and hoping my hole could grab him and pull him in. A few times his cock collided with my eager hole but missed the angle and only jabbed me. I finally broke out passionate kissing to spit on two of my fingers. I wiped them across my puckered hole and then grabbing the root of is member. I angled him for entry. It only took one thrust after I felt his tip hit the target and all 5" of his teenaged lust was sunk deep within my aching bowls. It was by far the quickest a man had penetrated my hole. "Oh gosh!" He gasped Nature must have taken over because he immediately thrusting into me. I attempted to match his rhythm, pushing back at him as I grinded my bottom into his pelvis. I was arching my back off the bed to take is cock at an angle to make it massage with my prostate. My efforts paid off and I was soon leaking a clear puddle of precum onto my belly. I took my cock in hand, stroking it at the same speed he was pounding my bottom. My loose sack was bouncing wildly from my stroking and the force of him thrusting into me. My left hand took ahold of one of my nipples and pinched it aggressively causing my ass to clamp down on David's cock. I opened my eyes. All his muscles were flexing as he held himself up on top of me. His eyes clamped shut in pure pleasure. It was an image of lust and beauty. His stomach tight muscles flexed, and his ribs heaved with his deep breathes. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. The new angle put me into an even deep state of pleasure. My trance was broken by his moaning. "Oh f-f-fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" Those words must have triggered something in me because I felt my only orgasm boiling over. I squeezed both my cock and nipple even harder. I gripped his cock with my asshole involuntarily as my sack now pulled tight. "Do it!" I moaned "Cum in me! Deep as you can!" I could not tell if I had whispered or screamed, I was in such a state of pure orgasmic bliss. I was so focused on feeling every sensation of him inside of me that I did not even realize I myself was cumming until I felt its warmth spill across my stomach and chest nearly up to my neck. I heard myself wheezing loudly and gasping. My toes curled as my whole body vibrated and shook. A whole warmth taking over every part of my body, but especially my now sloppy asshole. I kept stroking my cock until it was limp and covered in frothy cum. By this point David's thrusting finally slowed as he caught his breath on top of me. The whole room now reeked of cum. I rested my clean hand on his hip and awkwardly held my right cum covered hand to his side. "Wow!" I moaned under my breath. David giggled awkwardly. I could tell he wasn't sure what to do after his first fuck. I gripped his ass cheeks with both hands, now not caring about my cum covered hand making a mess on him. I pulled him tightly against me with a grunt. "You sure caught onto that quickly!" We both laughed. "I guess we've made a bit of a mess of ourselves!" I said as he finally withdrew his spent member. It glistened in the afternoon light, covered in our shared juices. He fell next to me, laying on my arm as we relaxed and gathered our wits and caught our breath. I rolled my finger through the now cold cum on my chest. I could see him watching in silence as we just shared each other's presence. "Was it good for you?" He finally asked. "You tell me!" I smiled at him as I gestured to the mess on my stomach and chest. "Oh, duh!" He smiled. "It was great!" I said as I kissed him quickly and deeply. He actively kissed me back as his hands explored my emptied sack and slick limp cock. "Can... can I taste yours?" He asked almost sounding ashamed. "Of course, you can! You explore to your hearts content." I encouraged. With that he slid down and took my limp cock in his curious mouth. His finger and thumb milking my shaft for whatever was left inside. He looked up with a mischievous smile. "You're welcome to all you want." I said motioning to my stomach. His lips moved from puddle to puddle licking and sucking up my spent seed. He made eager slurping noises as he sucked up the bigger globs. I was not sure if he came with the intent of swallowing a load, but he was more that thorough with finding and lapping up what I had shot. I just smiled as he finished cleaning off my belly and chest. "Thanks." He responded a bit sheepishly. "I kinda like the taste of yours." He laid back next to me half spooning my side. Or cocks, at this point had shriveled up. Mine was just a lump of a shriveled wet cockhead hidden in my belly, whereas his was a perfect pink head at the end of his pale little shaft. No bigger than my pinky now. He was truly a perfect specimen. "Was that something you would want to do again?" I asked earnestly. He nodded. "I think so. I mean, yeah... if I get a chance to. My mom and dad... just like, can't find out." We both laughed in agreement at our equally compromising position and agreed that this was a secret between the two of us. I told him he was more than welcomed over any time he was in the area. If I had company, we would just say a friendly "Hello!" and go on as just acquaintances. We went back down stairs where we gather up our clothing and got dressed. I had offered him a shower to clean up before leaving, but he said he was fine. "You promise you won't tell anyone about this right?" He asked sincerely. "Are you kidding? What happens in the bedroom is no one's business but ours! Plus, it is far more important to me that this remains a secret than you. Trust me" He seemed satisfied with my answer as I walked him to the door. "I hope you will want to do this again?" "I promise I will be back." He smiled. Before opening the door, we snuck a quick peck on the lips, and I gave his firm ass a little squeeze. "Have a good rest of your day!" I hollered as he hopped on his bike and peddled off, looking young and innocent again, but I knew better.