Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 05:45:38 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: College Teacher. Chapter Three `You masturbated last night,' he said to me after saying good morning as we dressed to go for breakfast. I felt my face go red at this. `That's alright. I did too, after you'd gone to sleep.' I thought he had already gone to sleep when I had done so and prayed that he wouldn't ask me over what I had masturbated for I'd had conflicting images run through my mind and he had been part of them. I was grateful that he didn't ask even though I would liked to have known his thoughts when he had done the same after I'd gone to sleep. The subject was dropped as we went for our breakfast and after, I went to our room to carry on with my program while he went off to the woods. After lunch, I went with him and saw that the boys had brought towels with them so I guessed that they'd been told that they could swim in the afternoon. They were a bit hesitant at first but when they saw Kit strip off naked and jump into the pool, they were quick to follow. I was last and soon was swimming up and down at my own pace while Kit went up and down like a fish. The two boys played at one end near the side to allow us to swim the whole length. The boys cried out in dismay when they were told it was time to finish and they reluctantly got out of the pool and I could see that they looked at both Kit's and my groin for we had pubic hair and were much bigger in tackle size that they were. We heard them giggling as they whispered to each other as they dried themselves and I got a smile from Kit, knowing what they were talking about. `Did you like sleeping in the tent last night?' Kit asked me while we had our supper. `Very much,' I replied. `My room is so stuffy at night and so it was good to be out in the fresh air.' `Would you like to again tonight?' `Why not. Last night was the best night's sleep I've had since I've been here,' I replied and so, after supper, Kit collared a bottle of wine and we went off to the tent. As like the last evening, we stripped off and went swimming and found that the pool was that much warmer now that it had been still for twenty four hours. We let the late sun dry us as he went and opened the wine for us to drink and we stayed outside till it got dark before going into the tent to sleep. The hurricane lamp wasn't lit and we settled ourselves down in the ever increasing gloom to sleep. It was fully dark before he spoke. `Are you still awake?' he whispered. `Yes,' I replied. `Are you going to masturbate again?' `I was thinking about it,' I said, feeling my face go red and glad that he couldn't see it and it went even redder when he asked the next question. `Do you want me to do it for you? It's more exciting and erotic when you feel another hand doing it.' `The quid pro quo is that I do the same for you?' I asked, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice for the last time I had ever done this was when I was about fifteen. Two boys practising and getting enjoyment out doing the hand job on each other. `If you're not averse to the idea,' he said in a low voice. I let the silence hang for a minute and wondered if this was what I wanted by agreeing to the swimming naked and sleeping in the tent alone with him? `I think we'll enjoy it,' he said as I felt him move closer and our thighs touched. `I've got some tissues here.' I felt his hand touch my stomach and move down a little to where my erection that the idea had caused, was lying up on my stomach. His hand felt cool as he grasped it and lifted it upright and I couldn't stop the shiver that flowed through my body at his touching me like this. His fingers closed round my shaft and I heard him sigh. `It's bigger erect than I thought it would be,' he said in the darkness. `I bet you say that to all the boys,' I replied. `The boys? No. They're off limits.' I let this comment pass as I gave myself up to the pleasure of having my own prick being slowly and gently rubbed in the up and down fashion. The hand now firm and pulling down till the foreskin was stretched before the upward movement of the skin moving over the hard flesh below. As he said, it was more erotic having someone else doing it and I gave out a groan at the many images that flashed through my mind as his hand manipulated my cock and I was soon brought to the point of ejaculating. `I'm coming,' I gasped and began to buck my hips slightly in opposite movements to that of his hand. I heard and then felt the tissues he had been holding in his other hand come and cover the head of my cock as my sperm erupted from the eye. I groaned as he kept on pumping his hand up and down as I came, having my emission caught in the tissues. Even though I'd finished, he kept squeezing me, forcing the last drops of sperm out of my cock and wiping it away. `How was that then?' he asked and I'm sure I heard a smile in his voice for I couldn't see in the dark if he was actually smiling or not but it certainly sounded like it. `Very good,' I panted. My chest still heaving and heart pumping at the thrill I'd just been given. His hand left my piece and came up to lay on my chest. `We'd better give you a couple of minutes to calm down,' he said, giving my chest a gentle rub, and I felt him lie back down beside me. `Okay. Are you ready?' I asked a couple of minutes later, propping myself up on my elbow. `Up, ready and waiting,' he said. `Here's some tissues.' I had to sit up to fumble and take them from his hand and so I put out my hand, the fingers trembling as I felt for his prick and then brushed it. It was like a small electric shock to me and I flinched but quickly put my hand back and felt his hard penis laying up on his stomach. I curled my fingers round it like he had done to me and I felt the heat from it and also felt it pulsate as my hand closed round it. It was like having my hand on the throttle of a motor bike, feeling it throb to the beat of its engine, just waiting for me to twist it to feel the motor surge forward. The difference was that there wasn't any sound except for our breathing and I wasn't supposed to twist it but move my hand up and down on it. The outer skin was soft and moved easily over that strong muscle that was sheathed and I could feel every vein of it as my hand began to move up and down, holding him tight. `That's great,' he purred as I slowly jerked him off, settling myself properly as I worked my hand on him, getting into the rhythm. `Harder, faster,' he said as though through gritted teeth. `I'm coming.' He came fast and I wasn't ready for him with the tissues. I felt his cock suddenly expand that little bit more as his sperm erupted from the eye and I fumbled the tissues but missed most of his first shot and it went all over my hand. I managed to catch the next two spurts because they were slower and not so much but my hand was still covered with his first coming. `That was great Colin,' he said as I finished wiping the head of his cock and then, without any forethought, instead of wiping my own hand, began to lick his sperm off. I cannot explain why I did this, but I did and found it tasted slightly salty but still licked my hand clean. Only after doing this did I wipe my hand and throw the tissues to one side and lay down next to him, my heart pounding at what I had just done. I was glad it was dark so he didn't see what I had done. We were laying that close to each other that our thighs were touching and I felt his hand take hold of mine and give it a squeeze. `Did you find it more erotic having somebody else do it for you? I certainly did,' he said. `Yes,' I replied, controlling my voice. `It's been a long time since I've done this,' and then told him how and when I'd last held somebody else's prick in my hand. `Well I'm glad that you're my roommate,' he said when I'd finished but never told me of his previous experiences and I didn't want to push him on this and with us saying goodnight to each other, we went to sleep.