Private Lessons
A fictional story by
Xerxes
Note: All characters are
fictional. This is not my life story, nor is it anybody else's.
Although, certain characteristics and personalities are based on
people that I once knew, some well, some not so well. If you like my
stories, drop me a line at Xerxes_Nimrod@mail.com.
All letters will be answered, all flames deleted, and all spam
ignored. I especially like new story ideas, and will answer all
well-written correspondences.
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Sorry for the delay; my life has been a chaotic mess recently, and I've
been working on this chapter off and on for the last 2 months. It's not
perfect, but it's good enough for publication now. For all my
readers, I was hoping for more input for future story ideas. Right now,
I'm trying to come up with historical settings for future
chapters. We are getting into the period of the summer of 1967,
and between that year and, say, the end of 1969, the entire world
changes. I was thinking about certain settings, but am just too young
to have personal experiences from that period to relay. If anybodywho
went through that period could help me out with just a little vignette
based on either fact or fiction, please, drop me a line, and I'll try
to fit it in to a future chapter.
These are a few stories, as told
by the character Colin, about sexual experiences, as told to our
narrator.
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It's early summer, 1967, and Colin often stops by my place,
especially on the weekends when both Padraic and Phillip are busy with
other things. Colin has shown a strong mechanical aptitude, which is
good becauset my VW was lacking a bit of power, and
needed some engine modifications, and Colin is always glad to help. In
return, I try to help him with his advanced classwork at school, but as
he advances more and more, I'm less able to help him out. Still,
it's nice to have a smart, young guy like Colin to hang out with. And
the sexual relationship we have on the side is a nice bonus, to be
perfectly honest.
It's funny, but it often seems like there are 2 versions of Colin
when it comes to the bedroom, and I often don't know which to expect
until we get there. Some times, as soon as we close the bedroom door,
Colin is in charge, and he takes full control of me. As a top, he is
never forceful, but actually rather smooth and concientious. I'm
usually not completely comfortable being a bottom, but with Colin, I
am. On other days, however, Colin is happy to let me be dominant, and
is actually quite sweet and cuddly. Even though he is completely
masculine, he really enjoys taking my dick inside him, which,
considering that I am actually fairly large and he is still quite
young, is a bit surprising. Once again, he's not usually comfortable
being a bottom, but with me, he is.
Over the winter, Colin has grown a bit, and has become stronger.
Most boys are starting to grow their hair longer, but Colin has kept
his to a reasonable length. When I asked him how he would look with
long
hair, he said "I think that I'd look like a troll", so I never
suggested
it again.
Phillip and Padraic, on the other hand, are both growing their hair
out, and we both find
it attractive. On this one particular day, we are in my garage, and
have become quite dirty as we replace my stock exhaust with a 'sport'
system. As I am inside the car, working loose a bolt from the top,
Colin
is under the car with a wrench, waiting to lower the pipes once I have
the bolts free. We started talking about our lives, and how
many guys we've each had sex with. I told him about a few of the ones
that I regretted having gone to bed with, and he chuckles. "OK. Mr.
Smarty-pants", I say, as I remove a bolt, "Tell me about the worst sex
you've ever had."
"Well, it was a couple of months ago, and Pad an' me stopped at that
crappy little used book store down on the next street over. The owner
is a small,
short man that Padraic has been ummm... 'servicing' for some time, it
seems.
Anyway, we
came in, me wearing my school uniform, an' Pad introduced me to him. I
remember the reaction he had-he said 'oh, my!', as he scanned my body,
an' I could see that he was popping a boner. Pad had told me that this
guy was always good for a $10 blow-job, and was really quite sweet. I
made
an appointment to meet him at his apartment over the store the next
afternoon."
"So, the next day, I went to his apartment, as planned, and he
slowly underessed me, then undressed himself. He treated me like I was
a porcelain doll, and then started sucking me off. I closed my eyes,
and
tried to imagine that Phillip was doin' me, but he made too much
noise, an' his beard was just a bit scratchy. I was afraid that I
woudn't be able to get off, but then.....well.....I started to think of
you, an'.....well....THAT got me off. In fact, he was so pleased at the
strength of my
ejaculation, he even paid me extra."
"Afterward, he said to me as I was getting dressed, that he was
happy, but could see that I wasn't really into it. I told him that,
yeah, I wasn't really, and he was OK with that. Then we started talking
about literature, and I mentioned that I had just read Catcher in the Rye. He
suggested that I read The
City and the Pillar, and he even gave me a copy. You know what?
It was a great book. I've been back there several times, an', while I
don't think I'll ever have sex with him again, at least I've made a
nice gay friend. He's got one hell of a library there!"
"Well, Colin, I think you'll find that a lot of good gay
relationships start with failed sexual relationships", I say to him. "I
hope you aren't referring to us", he responds. "Hmm....well, I wouldn't
use the term 'failed' to describe us, I'd probably call it a
'curtailed' relationship", I tell him. He smiles. I continue, saying,
"You do realize, I hope, that we are far to much alike to have a
lasting relationship. We make great friends, but probably not great
lovers". After I say this, he remains quiet for a couple of minutes.
Sliding out from under the car, he places my exhaust pipe down on
the ground, and stands up, brushing the dirt off his chest. I'm sorting
out the gaskets and pipes to put back onto the engine, and Colin looks
at the diagram.
"So, has Padraic introduced you to many of his 'paying customers'
yet?", I ask. Colin looks a bit embarassed, then responds, "Well, just
one other. This guy that Pad has known for some time wanted to watch 2
young guys really fuck one-another, an' Padraic suggested me an'
Phillip. The guy paid us $100." Colin seemed a bit less than
enthusiastic about this, so I asked, "So, how was it?"
"Well, we got naked, and, as usual, the guy was fascinated by all my
freckles...anyway, we decided that I was gonna fuck Phillip
doggy-style. So, we started doin' it, an'I was doin' OK, I guess, but
then
Phillip started makin'a LOT of noise, saying ridiculous things like
'Oh, FUCK me, FUCK me HARD', which I though was just ridiculous. I
guess
some guys like that shit, but I couldn't take it, so I bent forward,
and gripped his chest in a bear hug, and fucked him as hard as I could.
I came inside him, which, I guess I shouldn't have done, since guys
like to see boys shoot their load outside, I guess. Anyways, when we
were
done, the guy threw the money on the table an' left."
"Wow, Colin, I'm surprised", I say, adding, "are you planning on
doing that again?" "No, I'm not. I felt like crap after that. What
should've been a good time with my boyfriend turned into something
cheap an' dirty." I look at him, and continue, "I'm surprised, since
you used to be about the most uninhibited boy down at the pool. I
remember one time when you stood on the end of the diving board, in
front of probably 20 boys, showing your dick off."
Colin smiles, "Yeah,
I was pretty sluttly, wasn't I? But.....well.....that was
different somehow. Nobody treated me like trash there." Colin pauses,
then continues, "You know, a lot of guys see me, an' I guess it's some
sort of fantasy they have, the innocent little boy with the freckles.
They don't really see ME, they just see my red hair, my freckles, my
foreskin. The only really GOOD sex I've had has been with Phillip an'
with you."
I place my greasy hand on his dirty freckled forearm, and say, "Colin,
I've had good sex and bad sex, but, aside from your brother, who is
AMAZING in bed, the best sex I've had otherwise has been with you. You
are a beautiful boy, and if people can't see past the unique surface
attributes, then they are missing the better parts of you. Don't doubt
yourself-you are an exceptional person." "Aw....you're too sweet", he
says, blushing through the dirt on his face.
Colin goes back under the car, carrying the pipes, while I get
inside the car to fit the bolts from above. After about 20 minutes, we
have the blasted thing installed, and all the bolts snug. Colin slides
out from
underneath, and I start the car and check for exhaust leaks. "That
sounds excellent!", Colin exclaims, when he hears the nice, raspy
exhaust note. We finish by putting the engine cover back on, and
locking the car up. We get the worst of the grease off our hands and
forearms with hand cleaner and a spray-off at the garden hose, but we
both need a serious cleaning.
"How would you like to join me in a real bath, Colin?", I ask him.
His face brightens, and he responds, "I'd like nothing better". We make
our way inside to the master bathroom, with it's big, free-standing
tub, and I start to fill it with hot water, as Colin swiftly removes
all his dirty clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor.
Thankfully, we thought ahead, and he brought a
clean change of clothing. As I remove my own clothing, I gaze at
Colin's solid, pale, freckled body, and he catches me looking at him.
He smiles. "I see you looking at me..."
Finally undressed, I walk over to Colin, and grasp his arms with my
hands. I looks down at his firm body, and say, "Yes, I'm looking at
you, and you're still cute." We kiss lightly, and I turn off the water.
I gingerly step into the hot water, and lower myself into the tub.
Colin carefully joins me, swinging first one foot, then the other in,
and slowly sinking into the water, facing me. He silently looks at me
for a minute, then speaks; "I have a confession to make.."
He hestitates for a minute, then continues, "You remember when you
first met Padraic, an'I was, what, 8 or 9?" I nod my head in agreement,
and he continues, "Well, the two of you really hit it off good, an' I
was
actually a bit jealous. Before you met him, he was kinda getting nasty
an'
sarcastic, but when he was with you, he got really sweet. Anyway, it
was right about then I first understood love, I guess, or at least
desire, an', well... I really wanted you for my own. I fantasized about
you for the longest time, but nothing I did ever got your attention, at
least not 'til recently. "
I reach out and hold his hands in mine. "You know, I did notice you,
but, well, not only were you just too young then, but I was never sure
just what you wanted. I guess I thought you were just being annoying.
I'm sorry that I didn't understand. You know, you've grown quite a bit
since then, I know that Padraic was quite young, but believe me, he
knew what he wanted back then. I don't think you were quite as ready
until fairly recently."
Colin replies, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess it didn't really
completely click in my head until Padraic told me the truth about your
relationship. I guess I was kinda ....oblivious. But......things have
changed, an' now I know what I want." He looks me straight in the eye,
and continues, "Right now, I want you. I don't care if we don't make
good lovers, I want you right now, right here." He stands up, showing
me his thin, erect penis.
I sit up straight, preparing myself for what is to come. I marvel at
his growing penis, a bit longer and larger than it had been before,
with a bit more auburn-red pubic hair. I grasp his thighs with my
hands, and lean forward. I extend my tongue
under his foreskin, and circle his glans. Colin whimpers a bit in
ecstacy as I stroke his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. I take his
entire dick in my mouth, and his increasing length
has
made it necessary to deep-throat him in order to bury my nose in his
furry pubis. Oh, his dick is heavenly, and his foreskin is a blessing!
He lightly places his hands on the back of my head. "Oh, you always
know how to make me happy", he mumbles, as I work on his excited
member. I pick up the rate of my assault on his dick, as he nears
climax. "Oh, I'm gonna come.....I....oh.....oh....OH" he says, ending
with the first of 4 strong volleys of semen down my throat. I swallow
hard, he shoots, I swallow, he shoots, etc. Finally spent, he pulls
out, as his dick goes soft.
He lowers himself back down into the water. "You want me to make you
happy, too?"
he asks. "No, I'll probably have to perform tonight with Padraic, and
if I come now, I might not be able to make him happy later", I respond.
"So,....are you gonna fuck him?", he asks. "Oh, most likely", I
respond, adding, "You know, he usually prefers to be the bottom. I know
you're more of a top, but, well, you certainly seemed to enjoy when I
fucked you". "Oh, I did", he retorts, adding, "about as much as I liked
fucking you. I'm more flexible than people think. I guess it
goes against the fantasy guys have about freckled, ginger boys."
"Colin, why don't you turn around, so I can give you a massage?", I
tell him. He turns around, and then lays his body against my stomach,
allowing me to massage his freckled shoulder muscles. "You know, I'm
really grateful for your help-working on that car alone would be a
nightmare." As I work his strong shoulders, I can feel his body relax,
as I can feel my penis stiffen. "Mmmm...that feels good, an' I can tell
that you're enjoying it, too", he mumbles. "Of course I'm enjoying it,
Colin. You're a sexy boy, a very sexy boy", I reply, adding, "And I'm
honored that I was your first fantasy."
"Thanks, man", he says, then pauses for a few seconds, continuing,
"You know what I like about you? You 'get' me, but most people don't. I
mean.....well....you understand me, the way things just don't register
in my head. Most people think I'm either rude or stand-offish, you are
about the only person aside from my mum an' Padraic who understands me.
Even Phillip, I don't think he really understands me, he just accepts
me." As I caress his pectoral muscles, I can see that he's become erect
again.
"Well, Colin, you know, my dad is an awful lot like you are"I tell
him, as I slowly stroke his nipple, "He rarely acknowleges that I'm
even present, yet I know that he loves me. I understand that a lot of
geniuses are like that." Colin turns his head toward me, and starts to
utter something, like,"But...I....", before I interrupt him. "Yes,
Padraic told me about that IQ test you took. I know how intelligent you
really are, despite your best efforts to hide it. Colin, you are a
genius. I don't know why you would find that hard to accept. You don't
seem to have any problem accepting your sexuality, so why should you
fear accepting your intellect?"
Colin replies, "You know, it's hard enough being the little Irish
kid who still looks like he's 8 years old, and queer as well. I have
enough notoriety without also being known as the class egghead. I just
wish I was....well...more NORMAL." Isigh, and respond, "Colin,
it's precisely those things that make you unique, and what I find
attractive. And, besides, I think you have a lot of courage to live
openly and honestly as you do. Even I can't be as open as you are. you
really are an inspiration to myself, and probably Phillip, and even
your brother. Colin, you are a very, very special person."