Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2002 11:50:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Student Flat

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

STUDENT FLAT

Introduction

My name is David Stevens. I am 29 and I work at an
English public school (for those who don't know it
that is what English people call private, fee-paying
school). I am a teacher of History and have taught
there since I graduated from Oxford. Recently I was
appointed to be in charge of a new project, which the
school has developed. A former pupil endowed the
school with some buildings, which were to be converted
into flats for students at the school once they turned
18. I applied for, and was appointed to oversee the
project and to manage the transition of the students
as they went into the apartments and I was also to
ensure that everything worked properly. The aim was to
prepare the students for living on their own when they
left school or went to college. I loved this new job,
especially as it would put me in close proximity to
the older and more attractive boys in the school.
Certainly someone like me who was a gay and had a
fascination with sexy teenagers I could think of
nothing better than that! The story that I am about to
tell you concerns the very first pupil who occupied
the first apartment.

There was a loud knock on the door and I called out
for the person behind the door to enter. Paul
Phillips, tall, blond haired, blue-eyed and just about
to be 18 stood in the doorway, a wide grin on his very
attractive face.

"Evening, Sir! I hope you know that tomorrow is my
18th birthday and that I shall be asking about when I
can move into my flat."

"Yes, Paul I know it's your birthday and I expect
you'll want to celebrate in style so I suggest that if
you feel up to it you move in on Saturday and leave
tomorrow to drinking down the pub and having a
terrible hangover. Then I'll move you in on Saturday
mid-morning by which time you should be well enough to
think at least a little bit clearly."

"Good idea, sir. Thanks, sir. I'll see you on Saturday
morning unless....unless',(Paul hesitated before saying
the last few words, "unless you come to the pub as
well, sir."

"Probably not, Paul but if I do it will only be for
one drink. After all one of us has to know what
they're doing on Saturday."

"Yes, sir. Good night sir."

"Good night Paul."

With that Paul left my study, smiling contentedly.

It was almost time to go to bed myself but as I did so
I thought of what might happen when Paul and I got
together alone in his apartment on Saturday. Our paths
had crossed a couple of years ago and, although each
of us had fully understood the position of the other,
neither of us had said anything. It had happened one
Saturday afternoon in the nearby city. Students and
staff often went into the city on Saturdays for
shopping and social reasons so it was no surprise to
meet people you knew around the place. My encounter
with Paul Phillips, however, was different.

That particular day I had gone into the city early,
avoiding the normal crowds and had intended to stay
late so that I could cruise one of the best areas in
town for casual sex. I did this every three weeks or
so and usually had some success with local lads keen
to have their cocks sucked or wanked off by someone
who was well trained and skilled at doing such things.
The pick-up place was an out of the way toilet, rarely
used by anyone unless they were interested in sex. It
was only possible to get to the toilet by a circuitous
route and this had the advantage of allowing any
would-be cruiser to shake off any of the more regular
shoppers. This I had achieved and I made my way to the
toilets carefully but confident that I had not been
seen or followed. The excitement of what I would find
when I got there was mingled with the acute anxiety
about what would happen if I got caught. I could lose
my job and everything, but the need for sex was too
great for me to stop going. So here I was at the
entrance to the toilet and ready to take the plunge.

As usual the place was quite dark but there was enough
light to have a good look round. To my intense
disappointment, the place was empty but from past
experience I knew that this was unlikely to be the
case for long. All I had to do was settle down at the
urinal, nurse my cock for a bit and wait for someone
to show up. The nice thing about the toilet was that
there was a patch of loose gravel just outside and so
you could hear if someone was approaching and make
necessary preparations or adjustments accordingly. As
I expected I did not have long to wait before I heard
the sound of footsteps outside the toilet entrance. I
stood still at the urinal and pretended to piss until
I could be sure that the newcomer was interested in
what I was interested in. I did not notice at first as
the newcomer came in and took up station a short
distance away from me. I continued to pretend piss but
really was making my dick hard ready for a session
with the newcomer. I was proud of my cock. It was in
excess of six inches long and circumcised neatly with
little or no extra skin on the shaft. The exposed head
was darkish pink and the shaft a silky white and my
balls were full and round. I am blessed with dark
curly pubic hair around my cock and balls but am
relatively smooth elsewhere. I had loosened my
trousers and my prick and balls were fully on parade.
Then I looked across at the newcomer, a blond young
man standing close to the urinal and obviously not
pissing! It was only when our eyes met that I
recognised the fact that I was standing only a few
feet away from me was a pupil at the school I taught
at.

I recognised the boy immediately, although I had never
taught him he was in the dorm where I had my flat and
I was assistant Housemaster. Naturally, he recognised
me as well. I quickly began to stuff my hard prick
back into my clothes as I desperately tried to think
of a way of extricating us both from this embarrassing
position. Eventually I thought of a strategy,

"I was lucky to find this place, I was absolutely
desperate for a leak. I'd been looking for a second
hand bookstore round here."

"Yes, sir. I was desperate too. I just lost my way.
Fortunately I found this bog as I was desperate too."

Each of us knew that the other was lying but played
along with it. I was now fully respectable again and
so was my young pupil who I knew to be Paul Phillips.

"Well, Paul I'm heading back to school now so if you
want a lift I'll give you one."

Paul smiled at me with a knowing smile and replied,

"That would be great. Thanks, sir."

We walked in comparative silence back to the car but
on the way back I got the distinct impression that I
was being checked out by the young pupil sitting
beside me. I was also discreetly checking him out and
could see that as he had his hands thrust deep into
his jeans he had trapped his rock hard dick between
them and it was making a solid lump under the zipper
of his jeans. I knew that I could just reach over and
touch him and he would be mine!! However I have
adopted two principles in my teaching career: first
never to have sex with young people that I am teaching
under any circumstances and second not to have sex
with students who live in my House at the school. Paul
I did not teach as he was largely a science student
and had opted for a different option on the arts and
humanities side. However, he did live in the dorm
house where I was the assistant master.

The thought of Paul's erect penis made me begin to
stiffen so I slipped my hand into my trouser pocket
and tried to adjust myself without being seen.
Needless to say, Paul observed my attempts and my
discomfort, a fact I discovered from observing the
knowing smile he gave me as I removed my hand from the
pocket. By now we were back at school and I parked the
car and we both got out. I indicated that I was going
to my flat and told him to go back to his study. We
both understood each other and both of us knew that
this matter would not end here.

I was not mistaken. I was slightly surprised that he
did not come earlier than he did. The bell for supper
rang and I made my way down to the dining hall as I
was on duty that evening. I presided over the meal and
watched as the tables were cleared and the pupils
filed out to their common rooms or studies. Once
everything was completed and the dining hall silent
and the staff ready to prepare the tables for
breakfast, I left and walked back to my flat. I had
hardly been back in my flat more than a few minutes
when there was a quiet knock on my door. I went to the
door and opened it and there was Paul standing right
outside. He was still wearing his tight jeans and his
hands were deep in his trousers and his bulging dick
was equally evident as before. I indicated he should
come in and we went into my study, I sat down at my
desk and Paul stood close by me. I moved my eyes
slowly up his body to look at him. Paul smiled down at
me and I knew he wanted me to make a move almost as
much as I wanted to do so. He did not say a word for a
moment but continued to push his bulging jeans with
his hands. I had no doubt that underneath the zipper
of his jeans there was a rampant sixteen-year old
teenager's dick waiting for me to service. Eventually,
Paul spoke,

"Please, sir, I wanted to thank you properly for
today. Thanks for driving me home from town and thanks
for not reporting me for where I was when we met."

"Well I won't say anything if you don't", I replied
cautiously.

"I know why you were there, sir and you know why I was
there, don't you?" Paul smiled knowingly at me, again
making no pretence that his cock was not as stiff as a
poker.

I nodded but then went on to explain my position. I
told Paul that had the circumstances had been other
than they were I would have gladly made advances
towards him. He was a beautiful young man, attractive
to look at, obviously well endowed and more than eager
to please. I also told him that I never messed with
boys in my care or who I was teaching and tried to
avoid having fun with underage and illegal boys too. I
felt sure that Paul would find people who would have
sex with him, either of his own age, in school or
outside and that there were also less scrupulous older
people who would also take advantage of his good
nature. Paul seemed to accept what I was saying and I
got the impression that he had been to the toilet
where I had met him before and I warned him to be
careful if he went there again. I told him that I
would also be careful, as I did not want to lose my
job.

When I had finished Paul looked slightly sad and then
said,

"I understand, sir. Thank you, sir but if you ever
change your mind, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Paul. I'll remember that. Best you run
along now and get ready for bed."

"Yes, sir. Thanks, again and good night."

All that had been two years ago and during that time I
had kept a watchful and caring eye on young Paul. He
never told me whether he ever went back to the town
toilets or what he got up to but on my rare visits
back there I never saw him nearby. I resolved to
confine my sexual activities to more remote areas and
time spent on holiday. Paul had matured into a good
student. He had passed his first round of public exams
with flying colours and was predicted to get the
highest passes in his chosen A-Level subjects and gain
entrance to Cambridge. When the benefactor who gave
the school the money to build the student flats had
made his donation, Paul was the kind of young man he
had in mind as a suitable candidate for occupancy.
When we discussed as a staff that we would nominate we
were unanimously agreed that Paul should be allowed
the honour of being the first occupant. He was already
a Prefect, had an exemplary record and could have been
Head Boy or Head of House had the matter been pressed
but he was not great sportsman and those distinctions
had fallen to others. I was pleased he had not been
selected for these posts, as they would have precluded
him from taking up residence in the senior school
flats. I supported his nomination for a flat not only
on the grounds already stated but also because he
would be the first boy in his year to become 18 and,
more selfishly, because I would be able to get closer
to him. I also rationalised that if he were in a flat
it would not break my self-imposed rule if I had sex
with Paul. He was above the age of consent, he was not
technically in school and I did not teach him. And
now, at last, the day had arrived!

Paul had invited me to join him and some of his
friends for a drink to celebrate his birthday but I
had declined. I did so for two reasons. First some of
his friends were not old enough to drink and secondly
because I did not want to draw attention to my
friendship with Paul. I had agreed to help him move
into the flat later the following morning.

I got up early the next morning and chose my clothes
carefully. I put on a fairly tight T-shirt and also a
pair of tight jeans with no underwear underneath. The
outfit gave a good impression of my bodily assets and
I walked out of my flat towards Paul's study/bedroom.
When I arrived I was alarmed to see quite a crowd
already there and I walked into the room to see Paul's
packed things ready for his departure and Paul telling
his fellow students what job he wanted them to help
with. When he saw me Paul smiled and shouted,

"Thanks for coming, sir. Everything's ready. Can we
use your car to transport the stuff and me and the
lads will walk over and unload it."

Naturally agreed although he must have seen the look
of frustrated disappointment cross my face as I did
so. I had hoped/expected that I would have a chance to
be alone with Paul when he moved in. Clearly this
would not be the case! I watched as about six boys
carried stuff down the stairs and into my car and then
I got in and drove round to the flats. By the time I
arrived at the flats, the first of the pedestrians
were in sight so within minutes they were unloading
the stuff and we were making our way up to the flat
that Paul had chosen. It did not take long for all the
belongings to be stacked up inside Paul's new home.
Paul again took charge and, having thanked everyone
for their help, suggested that everyone should now
leave and let him get on with sorting things pout. The
fellow students slowly filed out of the flat and
started the short walk back to the school. As I turned
to leave Paul whispered to me,

"Hold on a minute, sir." I stopped and then Paul
continued,
"Why don't you give it about twenty minutes and then
come back. I'll expect you'll want to inspect the
place and see that everything is in order?"

I nodded and smiled at him and he gave me a knowing
and meaningful look. I went out of the flat and drove
back to school, parked the car in my usual spot and
made as if to go back to my flat. Instead, I used a
little used pathway to get clear of the main school
buildings and then doubled back towards the flats.
About twenty minutes later I was back outside Paul's
flat and knocking on his door. Paul answered
immediately and I stepped inside quickly so as not to
be seen. Paul was dressed in a pair of jeans that were
even tighter than mine and was also wearing a regular
school shirt. He leaned forward as I came into his
flat and he said,

"At last!!"

With these words Paul started to unzip my jeans and I
responded by working my hands inside his shirt. Paul
had my jeans undone and was more than pleasantly
surprised when he touched the unprotected and hard
shaft of my dick. Paul manoeuvred me into the back
room where the curtains were already drawn and began
to pull down my jeans. I had unbuttoned his shirt and
was playing gently with his nipples. My jeans fell to
the floor and I kicked off my slip on shoes and Paul
knelt down to remove the jeans completely. As he fell
to his knees Paul was confronted with a first sight of
my rampant dick, the exposed circumcised head of which
was dribbling pre-cum. He gently kissed the piss slit
but withdrew in order to finish undressing me. I
lifted my arms and my T-shirt was expertly removed. I
sat before my star pupil naked and available. Paul's
jeans were tented and I wanted to release him as soon
as possible. His shirt was already almost off and soon
his upper body was fully exposed. I motioned for him
to stand in front of me and, with trembling hands, I
unzipped his jeans and let them fall to his knees.
Paul placed one hand on each of my shoulders in turn
and I removed first one and then the other leg. As I
did so I got the marvellous aroma of randy teenage sex
emanating from his still covered groin. The tight
underpants he was wearing made Paul's engorged dick
even more alluring and I was more than ready to reveal
his manhood. Paul stood expectantly before me and I
reached out and placed my thumbs just inside the band
of his underwear. Then in one quick movement I pulled
the underpants out and down. There in front of my eyes
was the reality of what had for the past two years
been a key feature of my best wank fantasies. In truth
the reality was better than the fantasy. To my
pleasure and surprise, like me Paul was circumcised.
Unlike me, however, Paul carried no excess skin: the
head of his prick seemed to extend from the shaft
seamlessly. It was the most beautiful sight I had seen
in many a long time.

The shape, sight, small and feel of Paul's prick were
amazing and I wanted to taste it as well. However,
before I did I wanted to feast my eyes on every inch
of his manhood and enjoy the sensation of feeling his
firm young body. He was almost completely hairless
except for a patch of blonde hair just above his prick
and balls. I ran my hands down Paul's smooth body and
leaned forward and began to run my tongue down from
his navel towards his pubic hair. I could hear Paul
moaning as I did so. I could also see that from his
pink glans and out of his open piss slit a small but
growing flow of pre-cum had begun to ooze. I ran my
tongue through Paul's pubic hair and then along the
top of his shaft towards the well-defined ridge of his
glans. The prick twitched and throbbed as my tongue
worked slowly down it towards the pre-cum. I ran my
tongue round the rim of the exposed head and then
continued to lap around it until I finally reached my
target and was able to taste Paul's pre-cum for the
first time. Paul was breathing more heavily now and I
was frightened that he would soon cum if I continued
for too long, but I was determined that I would taste
every inch of his beautiful prick. I gathered the
pre-cum on my tongue and then slowly began to run my
lips and tongue down the underside of the teenager's
shaft. As a result of his circumcision Paul had no
frenum but I knew this would still be a sensitive area
and so I paid particular attention to this place as I
slowly moved my tongue towards his beautiful rounded
balls. My mouth reached his firm, full balls and I
sucked first one then the other into my mouth. By now
Paul was whimpering with pleasure and almost unable to
speak but it was clear that what I was doing to him
was meeting with his approval. I considered whether to
press further and run my lips and tongue beneath his
balls and towards his boy cunt but decided not to do
so. I was sure that Paul would have been willing but I
was concerned that if I went that far he would waste
his load and I wanted to taste the full richness of
his teenage ball juice.

Paul had remained almost stationary throughout my oral
examination of him but his smile said all I needed to
know. I worked my way back up his shaft and then
worked my lips over his prick head and swallowed his
length into my mouth and throat. From Paul's reaction
I knew this was not the first time he had had his
prick sucked but I wanted it to be the best! I deep
throated him and then allowed his prick to slowly
emerge from my mouth until only my lips gripped the
head. I could have brought him off quite quickly but I
wanted his pleasure (and agony) to last. After two in
and out swallows, I removed my lips completely from
his rock hard prick.

Paul looked slightly surprised when he saw his prick
leave my warm and welcoming mouth but then realised
that it was my signal that I wanted him to respond by
giving me some individual pleasure. I kissed the end
of Paul's wet prick head and then he knelt down
between my knees. I looked straight into his clear
blue eyes and at his thick pink lips that looked ideal
for sucking dick. My own dick had been pumping out
pre-cum for much of the time that I had been sucking
Paul and so it was already wet. Paul let his sleek
pink tongue slide out of his mouth and began to lick
the wet head of my prick. My dick was a nice contrast
with Paul's: although circumcised I still had a frenum
and some residual skin and my dick head was much
darker in colour that Paul's was. Nevertheless Paul
demonstrated a good technique as he spread the sticky
pre-cum over the rest of my gland and then swallowed
my prick completely in one move. He had obviously had
plenty of practice at deep-throating and swallowing
cock. He used his lips and tongue as sensually as a
more experienced person would do and he was soon
slurping up and down the length of my prick and
playing with my balls. He was an expert!! In the two
years since I had first seen him in the old town
toilet he had obviously put his interest in sex to
good use. Paul knew just how to tease and excite his
partner and I was soon pushing my prick into his mouth
to meet his sucking lips. Paul's fingers left my balls
and began to creep round towards my rear hole but I
was more interested in getting my mouth back around
his beautiful prick and, as I moaned my pleasure, I
gasped the words,

"Let's 69, Paul"

Paul momentarily pulled his mouth of my prick and
again the beauty of his face and body struck me. He
indicated that we should lie on the floor and I
quickly followed him onto the brand new carpet. I
moved my body so that his very wet and slimy prick
head was in line with my mouth and mine with his.
Almost simultaneously we each took the other's prick
into our mouth, knowing that we were now into the
serious business of making the other cum. I used all
the tricks I knew to increase the pleasure I was
giving the horny teenager who seemed to be able to
match me trick for trick. We both knew that such
treatment could not last for long and, delightful
though the feelings were. We each wanted to give the
other the long-awaited and thoroughly deserved reward.
I could tell that Paul was having difficulty
controlling his desire for release and I was excited
at the thought of tasting this horny teenager's ball
cream for the first time. I knew that s soon as I felt
his first shot of spunk on my tongue I would unleash a
torrent of my own into his waiting mouth. I
concentrated my tongue and lip action on Paul's
engorged prick head and used my hand to massage his
balls and wank his shaft. Paul was thrusting his hips
so that his shaft pushed through my grip in an effort
to get deeper into my mouth, thus increasing the
friction and pressure. I could feel his balls begin to
rise and his shaft began to throb uncontrollably. I
licked Paul's widening piss slit with increasing
enthusiasm, certain that in a few moments he would
reward my efforts. I felt Paul remove his mouth from
my own prick and he groaned very loudly and cried out,

"Oh yes!!!... suck me hard I'm cumming!!!...Don't
stop now!!! This is sooooo good!!!...
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

I felt the first shot land on my tongue: warm, salty
and creamy it was all I needed to start me off. Paul
realised that I needed his attention and quickly
resumed his oral attention on my prick. As his own
prick continued to pump large quantities of boy spunk
into my mouth I returned the favour by filling Paul's
mouth with my own jizz. I was disappointed that I had
not been able to express my joy by shouting out how I
felt but I hummed on Paul's shaft and he hummed on
mine indicating that we both appreciated what the
other was doing. I swallowed all that Paul had to
offer and Paul showed his prowess by doing the same
with my creamy offering. We were both fighting for
breath and still the cum was flowing, slower now but
the orgasm seemed to last for ages. Gradually the flow
slowed to a dribble and finally stopped but we each
cleaned every last drop into our mouth before we
allowed the now softening and increasingly sensitive
dick fall from our lips.

Finally we slumped back and a few moments later Paul
had scooted up to lie face to face with me. We were
both breathing heavily and fighting to recover our
composure. As the younger of the two, Paul was the
first to recover and smiled that beautiful smile that
made him look like an angel and said,

"Wow!!! I've been sucked off before but it was never
like this!!! That was the best sex I've ever had. How
was it for you, sir?"

I smiled back and responded,
"Fantastic, Paul. You are a maestro!! But given the
fact of what we have just done I think we should be
less formal, please call me Dave - at least when we
are alone and in private."

"Sure thing, Dave", replied Paul grinning broadly.

We had hardly been rested for a few minutes when I
noticed that Paul's prick was beginning to harden
again and my mind reflected on the enthusiasm and
resilience of youth. In less then ten minutes Paul was
almost ready to go again. I looked at his beautiful
stiff member and reached over to stroke it with my
fingers. Paul looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
Slightly hesitantly Paul started to speak,

"Dave, can I ask you a favour?"

I nodded and Paul continued,

"Would you teach me how to fuck. I'd like you to fuck
me and, if you were willing, I'd love to learn how to
fuck by you being my first one. I've waited and kept
myself in a virginal state ever since that day two
years ago. If you don't want to I'll understand, but I
really would like to lose my virginity with you!"

I was not only flattered by this request but also
delighted buy it as well. There was nothing I would
like better than to have Paul shove his beautiful hot
prick up my warm and welcoming hole and then do the
same to his virgin love tunnel. I smiled back at Paul
with a mixture of love and lust and I continued to
fondle and stroke his hard prick.

"There's nothing I could think of that would give me
greater pleasure, Paul, and by the way you feel in my
hand I reckon you're ready to start your first lesson
and have your first man-on-man fuck!!"

I told Paul what I wanted him to do and he listened
carefully. I moved back onto the bed and lay on my
back and waited until Paul returned from the bathroom.
I had sent him in search of something greasy with
which to lube my hole and his prick. When he returned
he stood in between my legs, which I had opened wide,
and I carefully positioned his prick so that I could
grease it with some lube while Paul used some of the
grease to lube up my hole. He obviously had had
experience of finger fucking because he did not
hesitate to allow his fingers to probe inside me,
opening my hole to make it easier to receive his
prick. I told him he was doing fine and that I would
soon be ready for him. Paul continued to grease my
hole and then I told him to inch forward until his
prick head was immediately at the entrance to the
hole. Paul did as instructed and I guided the head of
his prick gently towards my hole. At just the right
moment Paul pushed and I felt the spongy hardness of
his glans break through the entrance to my love
channel. Paul waited for a moment as I told him to and
when he was comfortable and I was ready I told him to
push his shaft in slowly. I kept my fingers close to
his shaft so that I could feel it as it slowly
disappeared inside me. After a short time I felt
Paul's pubic hair brushing against my fingers and I
knew that he was completely embedded inside me. I
changed the angle of my hand and felt his loose balls
swinging close to my arse cheeks and gave them a
friendly squeeze. Paul's eyes were closed but suddenly
they opened and, looking down at the scene, he
realised that his prick was buried up to the hilt in
my hole. Paul let out an almost involuntary sigh of
pleasure and I heard a quiet but distinct sound of
`yes' come from his lips. We stayed as we were for a
few seconds and then I told Paul to slowly withdraw
until only the prick head remained inside. Once there
I told Paul to push back in and to steadily increase
the pace of his inward and outward movements. As an
intelligent boy Paul soon found the right angle and
pace to cause himself and me the maximum pleasure and
as he increased his pace I began to thrust out to meet
him. We had set up a good rhythm and Paul was
beginning to piston his prick in and out of my hole,
scraping across my prostate with every stroke and
making my already hard prick throb and twitch. I
guided Paul's hand to one of my nipples and he began
to tease and pinch their erect hardness, increasing
the pain and pleasure I was receiving. I began to
tight my muscles as Paul thrust in and out and he
began to breath more heavily and grunt with the effort
he was putting in.

"That's it Paul shove your prick up my welcoming
hole!! For a first time you really are very good!!
Feel me squeeze your shaft with my muscles. Fuck me
hard, Paul. Let me feel your prick throb and spurt its
lovely cream inside me!!!"

"Oh yes, Dave!! I really am fucking you!! Yes feel it,
feel it deep inside you!! Feel it throb as my balls
begin to churn!! I've wanted to fuck you for so long
and now here I am doing it!!! I can't...hold...out...
much longer!!! I'm cumming, Dave...I'm cummmmmmmmm...
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Paul instinctively stopped thrusting and I could see
that he had closed his eyes and that his body was
rigid. Then he began to shake as the sensation of
impending orgasm rushed through his body. Paul's legs
twitched and shook and then he was still as all the
energy centred on his prick, which was lodged deeply
and firmly inside me. I made every effort to preserve
my muscular grip on Paul's rock hard shaft and held it
tightly in my hole. I could feel the shaft begin to
swell and throb and finally the horny teenager
unleashed a second volley of spunk. This time I felt
the warm love juice splash against my insides and I
sighed with pleasure as Paul completed his first fuck.
I held the teenager's prick imprisoned inside me for
as long as I could but slowly it softened and began to
slide out. Paul grinned at me with a wicked look on
his face and, as his prick finally exited from inside
me, he slumped down beside me on the bed.

"Wonderful...amazing!! Thanks!!", he whispered to me and
I replied in similar fashion.

We lay side by side for several moments my hands
lightly caressing Paul's smooth body and my eyes
gazing lovingly at his angelic face. I leaned forward
and gently kissed him on the lips as my hands ran down
his body and made contact with his now completely soft
prick. Even soft, Paul's dick felt wonderful in my
hands. Paul responded to my kiss and began to move his
hands down my body until he was also in contact with
my prick. Touching the still hard shaft, Paul broke
away from me and, with a look of concern and pleasure
said,

"I didn't make you cum, did I? I'm sorry."

I smiled back and replied,

"I don't always cum when I'm being fucked and I was
concentrating on your pleasure not my own most of the
time. But I also have to tell you that for a first
time, that was pretty good and you can only improve.
In the future you will be a great fuck."

I had expected that Paul would simply acknowledge the
fact that I had not yet cum and would bring me off
with his hand. Once again my teenage pupil had a
surprise in store. He sat up and then said,

"I said earlier that I wanted you to be the first to
fuck me, have you got the strength to do it now? It
certainly would round off a memorable day for me!"

I wanted to fuck Paul more than anything but I was
concerned ver the time. I had to return to school soon
as I was on duty later in the day. I checked the time
and realised that there was just enough time for me to
fuck Paul. I nodded my agreement. Paul immediately
offered me the lube that was nearby and I began to
grease his hole and loosen the entrance to his love
channel with my fingers. Paul used his tongue to
gently spread the pre-cum from my prick head down the
shaft and also his hand to lube up the shaft as well.
I pushed a finger just inside Paul's hole and waited
while he got accustomed to its presence, then pushed
in further. Soon I had two fingers in his entrance and
was lubing the entrance and just beyond. Finally after
I had invaded him with three fingers I decided that he
was as ready as he would ever be to receive my prick.
My decision was not just based on optimum condition
but also on the time available and the closeness
Paul's oral and hand movements were bringing me to
orgasm. I told Paul that I wanted to fuck him but that
it was bound to be painful as it was his first time
and I wanted him to know that I would stop at any time
if he wanted me to. I also said that during the first
time the pain would go away and on subsequent
occasions he would feel much better. Paul nodded that
he understood and accepted my advice but I could see
the steely determination in his eyes that told me he
was not going to allow anything to stop his
deflowering.

Paul lay as I had done on his back and I guided my
prick towards his tight but well-greased hole. Paul
watched as my prick made contact with his entrance and
very slowly pushed in. I could see Paul bite his lips
to stifle the cry of pain as my prick broke through
into his insides. I went as slowly as and carefully as
I could but I knew that this pain and discomfort had
to be endured. Once the head of my prick was safely
inside I stopped pushing and allowed Paul to get used
to the feeling and to adjust to the initial
discomfort. My eyes signalled the question of whether
Paul was OK and wanted me to continue. Paul nodded
back indicating that, despite the obvious signs of
pain, he did want me to continue. I began to inch my
shaft inside him and saw that as the prick head moved
deeper and he got more used to the feeling he not only
relaxed but also from the look in his eyes I could
tell that the pain had obviously begun to subside. My
prick head made contact with the teenager's prostate
and he let out a little gasp and his own prick, hard
again!!, twitched and bobbed. I placed Paul's hand
between his hole and my body so that he could feel my
shaft as it disappeared inside him and he smiled his
beautiful smile as he felt my stomach press against
his hand. Paul withdrew his hand and I pushed home the
final inch of my prick and felt my balls slap against
his arse. Once completely inside Paul I waited so that
we were both comfortable. Then I slowly withdrew until
just the head was inside him and began to thrust in
and out with increasing speed. I can normally keep
thrusting in and out for quite some time. Whether it
was the excitement of the moment and all that had
happened that day, or the beauty of the boy whose
virgin hole I was invading, I cannot say, but I was
soon on the verge of delivering my cummy tribute. Paul
could see that I was approaching my point of no return
and tried to squeeze my prick tight as I had done his
and I gasped my desire for him as the point of no
return fast approached,

"Oh yes, Paul... feel my prick inside you, fucking your
virgin arse!!! I want to cum inside you and fill you
with my love juice!!...I've wanted you for so long and
now at last you're mine!!!!! YES...!!!!!"

My prick unleashed a stream of cum inside Paul who
smiled lovingly and longingly at me as I fucked him
for the first time. At almost the same time I felt a
small splat on my chest and realised that Paul had
fired a third load, almost untouched by hand. It felt
as though my cum had travelled through Paul's body and
had shot out of his prick. I gathered the shots of cum
on my finger and shared them with Paul. My prick began
to deflate and slipped out of Paul's hole with a loud
plop. I slid back onto the bed and lay contentedly
beside my teenage lover.

We lay silent for a few moments but then Paul spoke,

"Thank you, Dave, I really enjoyed that. It hurt a bit
but, on balance, I think I preferred you inside me
than being inside you. We'll need to try it again
before I can be absolutely sure."

"Either way, Paul. I am always here for you and will
do whatever you want. I enjoyed your prick in side me,
I enjoyed sucking it and I enjoyed you sucking me and
I loved fucking your tight hole. I have wanted you for
the last two years and now that I have finally got
you, I won't let you go in a hurry!!"

"Nor me, you, Dave!!"

After our first encounter I visited Paul as often as I
could and he grew into an accomplished bottom. He
loved me to suck him off and then fuck him and make
him shoot a second load. We had to be more careful
after a while as more young students moved into the
other flats. Some, I guess, knew or suspected why Paul
and I spent so much time together alone but none said
anything to either of us. Paul took his A-levels and
passed as expected with flying colours. We spent an
idyllic week together just before I returned to
school, holidaying on a Greek island, lying naked on
the beach and making love whenever we felt the need to
do so. But all good things must come to an end. I
returned home and went back to teaching; Paul went up
to Cambridge. We wrote to each other and visited less
and less frequently. I had few doubts that Paul would
have found someone new at university and I was pleased
for him. I had not much time to mope either, I still
had charge of the flats and there was a new crop of
near eighteen year olds to assess and, I must say,
that Peter Richardson isn't at all bad looking....

But maybe that's another story.

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