Message-ID: <011320Z09061995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an272013@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an272013@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 9 Jun 1995 01:08:49 UTC Subject: David M/b Lines: 80 It was almost the end of the class period, finally. I had been invited to explain to this class of eighth graders the complexities of contemporary Russian politics, my speciality at the university. There was not much evident interest and those who did pay attention did so, I suspect, because they were polite. I had expected this response from the beginning and I was not disappointed. What did disturb me, however, was the sight of a stunningly beautiful fourteen year old boy sitting just in front of my desk. The word androgynous was invented to describe this extreme kind of boy beauty. This boy had bright blonde hair, piercing, pale blue eyes, pink, pouty lips, and a face that screamed youth. But most disturbing was the way he sat. He was wearing shorts cut pretty high on his thighs. His legs were streached straight before him. And what legs! Soft looking, hairless, shapely. He was one of the pupils who seemed to pay attention. After the others had left the classroom and after the regular teacher had thanked me and left, He remained to ask some intelligent questions about what I had been discussing. His voice was pleasant to the ear. He was of average height for his age; the top of his head came up to my shoulder. His name was David. He in particular asked about a topic, about which I had some literature in my car. I told him that he was welcome to it. He gave me a boyish grin and we walked to the parking lot. I mentioned where I lived and he asked if I would mind dropping him off at his house; it was on my way. As we drove off I knew I would have masturbatory fantasies about this boy for the rest of my life. As he looked out the side window, I would steal quick glances at his thighs. When I pulled up in front of his house, he asked me if I wanted to come in for some refreshment and some more talk. I did not hesitate to spend more time with this lovely boy. Once inside he directed me to the sofa, while he went for some soft drinks. He returned and sat next to me on the sofa, so close. We talked for a while. When he moved his leg so that his knee touched mine and he then smilled directly into my face, I threw caution to the wind and I placed my hand on his thigh, my fingers stroking the incredible softness of his upper inner thigh. Rather than starting and moving away from me, which I anticipate, he moved closer to me. I raised my hand and cupped his rosey cheek. He closed his eyes in pleasure and leaned his head on my shoulder. I fondled his neck and lowered my face to his, kissing him on the mouth. His response was a soft puckering of his lips and the offer of his tongue. We were kissing gently but deeply. I stroked his leg up and down as we kissed and then rested my fingers on the bulge in his shorts. At that, his kissing intensified. He whispered, "no one will be home for the next four hours." He got up from the couch, pulled me up and led me by the hand upstairs to his bedroom. We stood next to his bed and embraced. We kissed some more, before I raised his shirt over his head and took it off. His boy's chest was as stunning as his legs. I buried my face in it and suckled his nipples. I knelt before him and pulled down his shorts and underpants. His slender, five inch penis sprung into view, erect. He had just the faintest golden fuzz above his shaft. I took his penis into my mouth and sucked him in and out, and presently, with a groan, he filled my mouth with his boy's semen. I stood, swishing the salty liquid around my mouth. I put my arms around the boy, kissed him, and we traded his cum between our mouths, back and forth. Then we both swallowed. I undressed and we got onto the bed. I proceeded to explore his entire body with kisses and licks. He reached over and retrieved a jar of Vaseline from his night stand. He handed it to me and I lubed my cock. He rolled over and spread his hairless, soft legs, his pert buttocks inviting and receiving kisses. I climbed between his thighs and gently penetrated him. I supported myself on my elbows, arms around him, my hands carressing his chest. My face nuzzled his clean smelling hair. I moved slowly in and out. I did not hurt him; I am not large. I felt his thighs with mine. I leaned against his soft buttocks. My feet played with his. We were blissfully one. I lengthened and quickened my strokes, as I felt my orgasm coming. He knew and sighed in anticipation. It burst upon me powerfully and quickly. I grew faint from the ecstasy, as I spewed stream after stream of my semen into this darling boy. It then passed and my penis gradually grew flacid inside of him. I rolled off of him and lay beside him. We kissed deeply. He got off the bed, went into his bathroom and returned with a basin of warm water, soap and a towel. He cleaned me. And when he was satisfied, he took my flacid penis into his lovely mouth and sucked me hard. We embraced. I now became the passive lover, as he explored my body with his mouth. I handed him the jar of Vaseline and rolled over. I soon felt his penetration. His strokes were long and deep, steady. With my eyes closed I poured all of my concentration into the feel of this boy's penis inside my body. His strokes quicked, became frantic, and then I felt his adolescent semen gush into my body in waves. We showered together, and sucked each other to new orgasms as the warm water cascaded over us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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