Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 12:22:18 -0700 From: Dan B Subject: After All Those Years Chapter 2 Author's note: This is true story and this is my first attempt to capture it. It is really fun for me to recall all these events. After All Those Years Chapter 2 Well where do we go from here? I'll bet you are guessing that the next day Steve came back into my room, naked and hard and this time I did a slight lick on the tip of his cock. Then I engulfed his bulbous head into my small mouth and slurped until he filled my mouth with hot jism! Well that did not happen. In fact it was near the end of the summer so it was time for me to return home and go back to school. The year was long and part of me (wink) couldn't wait for the summer to arrive so I could go back to the camps and maybe get the courage to suck Steve's thick cock. Summer finally did arrive and we packed my things to go back. As soon as my aunt met us at the door she explained that Steve had joined the U.S. Air Force so he would not be working at the camps with us this summer. That left just my uncle, my aunt and me. "Shit!" I screamed silently. I was going to be the only young person there. I would have no one to go swimming with and no one with a hard bobbing cock that needed sucking. "What am I going to do?" I thought. Well being brought up like I had been, I decided - with my parent's help - to stick it out. Well I made it until July 4th weekend and I was so lonely that I quit and went home with my parents when they came up for a visit and to help out on the busy holiday. That move on my part royally pissed off my aunt and we did not speak to each other for maybe fifteen years. So here I am a freshman in high school terrified to openly act on my cravings in a very small town where everyone knew me. After gym class we were all expected to shower. It was a communal shower so I got to see every cock in school. Good lord some of them hung low. A few were at least six inches soft. Imagine what they would be hard! I never acted on any of them, but I remember them even to this day. I must admit that I fooled around with a kid from my neighborhood. Everyone called him "Hacker Johnson" but I didn't know what that meant and I didn't dare ask my brother. By the way I was back sharing a room with my brother who was four years older, dating and only home to sleep and eat. Anyway, "Hacker" and I started out doing hand jobs for each other but he was a couple of years younger so his plumbing was not working very well yet. I would blow a load all over after about two minutes but he wasn't even dry cumming. I would pump his dick until my hand and arm hurt. Nothing! He would take over hacking until I would tell him to leave because I was afraid someone would come home and catch us. Besides I was done so I want it to finish. One day, "Hacker" and I were 69ing down in my parent's basement when my brother decided to come home to get some lemonade from the fridge. He called down the basement steps as I quickly pulled up my pants and went up stairs, hard on and all. My brother acted suspicious but turned and went back to work. Throughout my high school years I dated one girl for three years and one for my senior year and part of my freshman year in college. I never had sex with either of them. Back in those days date sex was not usual. Oh yes, college. It was homecoming weekend of my freshman year.. I had made a few friends by then. One of them suggested we buy some booze and go out on the banks of the river and get drunk. I don't remember much about that evening except Gary Craig. Gary was 19, tall and he had a hairy chest. We were both pretty drunk and alone when I somehow got into a position and started to dry hump him from behind. He just grinded his ass into my crotch. If course we were pretending that we were with a female. Finally he said, "Do you want me to take my pants down?" He was basically saying "Do you want to fuck me?" Of course, dummy me said, "Nah" Crap I had my chance and blew it! Over a span of a few years Gary and I wrestled on three occasions. He overpowered me each time but it never turned sexual. He was always shirtless when we wrestled and he always seemed to make sure that my face got wedged into his armpit. I still remember that smell and it still turns me on. I think he knew that I wanted to lick his chest. I would love to find him today and tell him how much I was turned on to him. Anyway, college! I remember my roommate Dave and I had just finished student teaching. We had to return to Charleston to meet with our advisors and needed a place to stay. I called a friend, Greg, and asked if we could spend the night with him? He agreed. There was only one small problem. Greg had one small couch and a standard bed in his bedroom. Somehow it was decided that I would sleep with Greg in the big bed. With Dave in the next room, Greg and I started to talk quietly and somehow the conversation turned to sex. Before I knew it his hand was on my crotch and I was hard. He slipped his hand inside my underwear and started stroking me. I started doing the same thing to him. He then pulled the bed covers down, pulled my shorts down and pulled my cock out. He swallowed me to my pubes with no problem. I almost blew my load right then. The walls were thin and we had to be quiet. We started to kiss each other on the lips. I had never kissed a man on the lips. Soon our tongues were involved. I had heard about french kissing but I had never tried it with either of my high school girlfriends. Greg kept going back to my cock. Remember I had some experience with "Hacker Johnson" so when I decided to reciprocate sucking cock, we quickly went into a 69 position and devoured each other. I remember thinking how huge Greg's cock was. Compared to Hacker and cousin, Steve, Greg was pretty big. He tasted so good. I was not able to suck him down to his pubes but I tried. Eventually we both got close so we pulled off of each other and rolled onto our backs so we could cum on our own stomachs and chests. What-a-mess! Greg didn't want to go into the next room and then into the bathroom for a towel so we got one of his shirts from his closet and cleaned up the cum. I believe it was that night that I decided to stay in Charleston and start working my master's degree so I could room with Greg. Within a few days, Dave left. I stayed and Greg and I started living together, Greg and I continued to do the same sexual things to each other every night and sometimes during the day. About three days into the new living arrangement I lost my virginity. I remember pain and my climax but not much else. I could either take it or leave it with anal sex at that time anyway. During this same semester I was being "done" by two of my professors. One was the chairman of the department and I was a graduate assistant for his department. Dr. G. always found some reason to call me to his office. His office door had full clear glass in it so as soon as I would arrive he would pull me to him and out of view from the door. He always fixed the door to lock when I closed it. He would immediately pull my pants down and would suck my cock. He was the first person whoever swallowed my cum. That's when I discovered how much I liked finishing in a guy's mouth with my dick all the way in. YUM Two times this man took me to his home while his wife was teaching a class at the college. We got naked and mutually sucked each other off. I remember this being pretty hot even though he was older, very hairy and a bit chubby. I always worried that we would be caught but it never happened. The other professor (Joe) was in an office next door to the department chair. Our attraction was mutual and we enjoyed each other. He was the first man I ever fucked. It happened one night. Greg and I were invited to join Joe and his friend for dinner. After dinner we sat around talking. I was asked to go to the back bedroom to change the music. Suddenly Joe joined me. We started touching each other in fun and that turned to fooling around. Soon we were kissing, stripping and then sucking each other. He was good! Before I knew it I was on my back in his bed he was sitting on my cock. He was bouncing and groaning so much so I asked if I was hurting him. He said, "On no, it feels fantastic. Keep it up." I filled his insides with hot cum and he just purred. Greg and Joe's friend stayed in the living room and also started to fool around but for some reason they were not compatible. I think maybe it was because they were both tops. So Greg left by himself. Joe drove me back to my apartment four hours later. That was quite a night. My "affair" continued with the two professors and with Greg. Since we were not a committed couple all was fair. One day I went back to the apartment after a class and the door was locked which was unusual. I found my key and walked in. For some reason I went straight to the bedroom and found Greg with his fat cock, pube deep in a guy's ass on my bed. I certainly killed that moment. If that happened today i would just join the action. The guy (Bob) jumped up and ran out of the apartment shirtless and pulling up his pants. I was jealous and hurt. I did not understand those feelings. I guess Greg and I were developing into a serious couple. A few weeks later Greg had to leave to start student teaching and I got a teaching job in a small rural town just north of Champaign, Illinois. I lived in an upstairs apartment in the home of a local merchant. To get to the apartment you had to walk into the livingroom of the landlord. That was like wearing a chastity belt. I could not entertain without raising eyebrows. I'm sure that whether I had a male or female guest, they speculated and gossiped. Living in a small farm town as a young high school teacher was a chastity belt all by itself. Thank God for Champaign. In a gay bar one night I met a professor from the U. Of I. He and I dated for about a year and a half. As a full professor his salary was far better than mine so he paid most of the time. We had some wonderful meals together at a variety of restaurants. After a meal I was usually dessert. We would go to his very nice apartment. His bed was huge and super comfortable with luxurious sheets and pillow cases. I felt like a movie star in his bed and he treated me like a star. He was quiet and gentle. I am guessing that he was in his mid forties. He was not very handsome but the sex was sensual and erotic. I guess he taught me that there is a big difference between fucking and making love. We edged each other all the time to make it last. If I had not gotten a job up north I still believe he and I might have gotten married. I lost track of him eventually. There was no emailing or social media then so snail mail and expensive phone calls didn't happen. ________________________________________________________ All of my stories may be found by clicking on the "Authors" button Author's notes: If you enjoyed Chapter 1 of this new story, I'd appreciate hearing from you. My address: pnub1113@gmail.com Please include the name of the story in the subject line in case your email lands in my junk file. Note the title of my stories because the story does not end here. on the Nifty homepage and scrolling down to Danny B..