This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the second chapter of a longer piece outlining how I learnt about gay sex whilst an undergraduate in the 1970s. I'd be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is zlatyblbec@yahoo.com

If you enjoy this story you may enjoy the other offering I have on Nifty – The Widowers Club which is in the `Adult Friends' section.

Warren just smiled. "I enjoyed that. I love it when someone shoots a big load into my mouth. Always have. And that load was huge!" He grabbed by cock which was now quite soft, but still very slimy. My foreskin had stayed retracted, and he gently massaged the purple head. "We've got all afternoon," he said. "And I'm sure a young lad like you won't take long to recover for some more."

I lay back and looked at the ceiling. I was overcome by the general feeling of exhilaration which was coursing through my body and couldn't supress a deep, contented sigh. This was unbelievable! And all the more for being so unexpected. About now I should've been filing into the lecture theatre with my fellow students, not lying stark naked atop an old man's bed while he played with my cock.

Warren lay on his side next to me, his left arm bent and supporting his head on an open palm. His hand slid from my cock and very gently he began to rub his free palm across my stomach and pubic area. His touch was featherlight. The sun streaming through the window felt warm on my naked body and assisted by Warren's ministrations I drifted into a lovey post orgasmic haze. As I meandered, half asleep, I took my mind back a few minutes, recalling the unbelievable feeling of having my cock in Warren's mouth and the wet warmth of him caressing it with his lips and his tongue. My cock began to slowly come back to life.

"That didn't take long," Warren laughed as his hand moved south again and his fingers traced up and down on my stiffening prick. "What it is to be young," and he leaned across and planted his lips onto mine. For a long while we caressed each other's teeth and mouth with our tongues. Warren moved nearer and planted his right leg over mine, and I could feel his penis and balls rubbing against my thigh.

I raised myself slightly, reached over and embraced him fully. Our cocks rubbed together as I began to feel his backside. His skin was unbelievably smooth and firm. I moved my hand across the top of his buttocks and then followed the line of his crack down to where his bum met his legs. Then back up again. And I repeated this action several times. I felt Warren begin to stiffen against me.

"You're getting hard too," I whispered.

"But I've not come yet, you see" he replied. "Time was when I could shoot and then be ready for more a quarter of an hour later. Those days are long gone for me, though. So I take it more gently these days." He grabbed hold of my prick which had now become fully erect again. "But you, you young rascal! Back like a ramrod in no time!"

I laughed. Finally getting truly intimate with somebody was unbelievable. It was wonderful to feel so comfortable that without any embarrassment I could lie chatting like this whilst we caressed each other's naked skin and played with one another's boners.

"Was that pleasant?"

I sighed. "It was totally amazing." We kissed. "At last! No longer a complete virgin!"

Warren chuckled. "Better than getting drunk and going off with some thug?"

I kissed him again. "Thank you. Thank you for... For being so understanding."

He started to rub my backside in the same way as I was massaging him. "David – you're a very, very attractive young man. Sharing a bed with you doesn't require any thanks on your part. I'm pleased you didn't find the thought of a romp with someone old enough to be your grandfather so unpleasant that it turned you off totally!"

I placed my lips on his and as we continued to rub each other's buttocks we engaged in a long and passionate kiss. As we did this my mind drifted a little and I thought about what he'd just said. A couple of months ago I'd have laughed if someone had suggested I could get turned on by a bloke in his late sixties. But Warren was something else. From the minute I'd first seen him naked in the changing rooms I'd had the hots for him. What had happened today was just amazing. My cock stiffened further.

"Have you always been gay?" I asked him when we finally broke our kiss.

"I guess so." He looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if considering what he'd say next. "I went to boarding school at nine, and I've lived pretty much totally in a man's world ever since. You'd be shocked at the amount of male to male sexual activity that goes on in these environments, even when it's officially forbidden. Most men enjoy it, even if they pretend not to, even if they claim it's just a release because their wives or girlfriends aren't around." He laughed. "In my experience some of the fiercest bigots against queers have been the easiest to get into bed! And the most uninhibited once they're there." A sigh. "Until they have to leave, of course, when the smokescreen gets pushed back into place."

He grabbed my penis which was now as stiff as a pole again and began to wank me gently, pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards over the tip. I sighed at the pleasant sensation, and locked my right leg over his left one, loving the feeling of his warmth.

"Everyone got up to stuff at school, of course," he said, "even though we risked being caned if anyone discovered us in the act. So most stuff was done after lights out and as quietly as you could manage."

His grip, and the speed at which he moved his hand up and down was just right – not too firm but not too loose, not too fast but not too slow. By then I'd been a wanker for seven years or more, but the feeling of Warren tossing me off was on a different level to anything I'm managed for myself.

"Quite a few of the masters saw the boys as one of the perks of the job," he said, his voice turning stern. "Luckily none of them ever took a shine to me." He turned his head and looked at me, and slowly shook it in disapproval. "Fortunately the school I ended up at as deputy was led by a decent headmaster who wouldn't stand for any of the masters getting up to tricks like that. We did have a couple who were that way inclined, but as soon as we found out what they were up to they were out on their ear. And without a reference, to make it difficult for them to just go somewhere else and carry on as usual."

He kissed me again, this time quite quickly, a peck on the lips.

"But let's not talk about stuff like that. Let's talk about pleasant things. Such as whether you're ready to cum again!"

Warren was right. I was rock hard and so incredibly turned on and wanted so much for him to bring me off again. But I also wanted him to cum as well this time. I wanted to see his spunk. And to taste it. I reached down and grabbed his prick. It was also hard but, I was surprised to discover, the skin was very, very soft to the touch.

"Can I suck you?" I asked him.

"That would be lovely. How about we shift ourselves a little, and suck each other?"

Warren arranged us so that we lay head to toe along the diagonal of the double bed. He lay on his side and planted his top foot flat on the bedspread. He leaned in to me and I was presented with his stiff penis poking out towards my face. I adopted the same sort of position, and as soon as I did Warren moved his head towards me and took my dick into his mouth. The warm wetness again took me onto another planet, and as he closed his lips around me I gave a soft groan.

Then Warren moved his middle section slightly closer. I moved my head in his direction a little, opened my mouth and took his prick into it. His shaft was totally rigid – exceptionally so for a man of his age I now realise, although I didn't appreciate his virility at the time – and as he was circumcised the groove between his cockhead and the rest of his shaft was very pronounced. I closed my lips around this and began to lick the tip of his penis. I licked all around the glans then tightened the muscles in my tongue to pull it into a point and began exploring the slit in the top of his prick. He was leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and I savoured this new taste. I'd tasted my own, obviously, but as a complete virgin before today I'd never experienced anyone else's. It was delicious.

Warren orientated himself towards me more fully and rested his upper leg on my head. As I breathed through my nose I caught his man scent – the sweat that had freshly developed between his balls and the top of his legs during our lusty session, mixed with the slight remnant of chlorine from the swimming pool. I was in heaven.

I put my hand over onto Warren's bum and explored, rubbing my palm softly on his skin and moving slowly down as his buttocks curved first outward then back in to join the top of his legs. As I rubbed it seemed natural to explore his crack with the tip of one of my fingers and I found that where his bum cheeks met was also a bit sweaty. But rather than finding this gross the idea was a huge turn on to me.

Here I was, sucking my first ever cock, fingering the crack of a man's backside, while at the same time he gently worked my own dick with his lips and tongue. I put my own leg on top of him, resting my inner thigh on his head. He responded by moving his hand onto my arse and caressing it just as I was doing to him. He made circular motions with his palm, moving from the outside towards the cleft between my cheeks. Then I felt his fingers running their way up and down the crack, each time getting a little deeper into my hidden depths.

Suddenly one of his fingertips reached by bum hole, where it stopped. My crack was quite hairy, and droplets of sweat had gathered to make the whole area quite wet. Warren move his finger off my anus and must have used this moisture to coat it because after a few seconds it returned, this time coated with a wetness that he rubbed all around my opening. The feeling was electric!

At the other end I continued to suck Warren's cock, allowing it further and further into my mouth and working my lips bit by bit down his shaft. The taste of him in my mouth was new but seemed almost instantly recognisable. But there was only one way I could describe it. It wasn't salty, or bitter, or any other flavour that I could recall from anything else. All I could say is that it tasted of cock, and that somehow this was a flavour I instinctively recognised.

Warren continued to suck me while at the same time working his fingertip around my rosebud. I'd occasionally wanked with a finger up my arse, but the sensations had been nothing compared to having my anus probed and massaged by someone else while my cock was being sucked. I sensed I was approaching the point of no return and that I was going to come very soon.

But Warren beat me to it! I perceived the taste in my mouth change slightly, and his cock twitch a little, and then his whole body began to stiffen as he shot his load into me. Without taking my cock out of his mouth he gave a low growl and began rocking back and forth a little with each spasm of his orgasm. The taste of his spunk on my tongue and the continued soft wet sucking he was giving me brought me to the edge and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

After a couple of squirts he gripped me more tightly and as he did so his finger popped into my anus, just a little. The feel of it going in was enough to take me past the point of no return. I clenched my arse muscles around his finger and began to shoot my load into his mouth, making the same kind of low growl that he'd given out a few moments earlier.

Warren had been sucking cocks for the best part of sixty years and was very skilled and experienced, which meant he was able to milk out of me every last drop of semen that was ready to flow. As my orgasm reached its peak and then subsided he knew how to recognise the signs and adjusted his sucking as necessary to ensure that I was stimulated enough to keep coming but that the sensation wasn't so intense that I needed to beg him to stop. It was my own body that ended it, but only by running out of juice to squirt.

Warren had finished coming much sooner than I had, but I'd kept his softening dick in my mouth, sucking on it like some baby's comforter as I experienced my own orgasm. I now let it escape and as soon as it was freed I began to push what remained of his semen around my mouth with my tongue, savouring the delicious flavour. He let my own cock of out his mouth, and then with a single quick movement pulled his finger from out of my arse.

"Wow!" I gasped as my anus closed tightly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, now both physically and emotionally drained.

"Good?" asked Warren.

When I opened my eyes Warren had sat up and his face was very close to my own, and he was smiling at me. At times like this he had a very cheeky grin, almost that of a naughty teenager. "That was fucking amazing," I replied. I closed my eyes again and rolled fully onto my back.

He rearranged himself and rolled half on top of me, and our wet penises rubbed against each other's thighs.

We lay there for a while – probably ten minutes or so – both of us drifting in and out of full consciousness, cuddling. Presently Warren detached himself from me, swung himself off the bed.

"Time for a pee..."

He left the doors of both the bedroom and bathroom open and I heard him start to take a very long piss. The sound had an effect on my bladder too, so I got up and walked across the landing to the bathroom to do the same. Sensing my presence he moved to one side and told me to join him, and we ended up standing next to each other pissing into the toilet at the same time.

When we'd done Warren wiped our spunk off various parts of his body with a flannel, which he then passed to me to do the same.

"Cup of tea?" he asked.

I now realised how thirsty I was. "That'd be lovely," I replied.

Warren left the bathroom and I followed. But instead of going back into the bedroom to collect our clothes he carried directly on down the stairs. The feeling of the air on my naked skin as I went down behind him was a real turn on. Warren put the kettle on and set about making tea. I stood and watched him, no longer feeling that I had to hide the fact that I was enjoying the sight of his body. He moved about the kitchen with a grace that suggested his nudity was the most natural thing in the world which, I suppose, it was. Bodies existed before clothes!

"It's really nice not having to wear anything," I said.

Warren turned from filling the teapot. "Most of the time I don't. At least now I'm retired." He smiled. "Only when I go out, or have people round who wouldn't understand. Otherwise I keep the place to a pleasant temperature whatever the time of year and just strip off as soon as I get home."

As we sat and drank our tea, and ate the biscuits he'd got out of the cupboard, I told him how I'd always longed to be a nudist, but that there weren't any real opportunities near where I lived. We didn't live near any nude beaches, and all the nudist clubs nearby were families only and mine certainly wasn't into that sort of thing! "I've skinny dipped a few times, when I was in the scouts mainly, and loved it. But not had the chance for years."

"I go to a nude swimming session every Sunday morning. At the baths we were at today. You should come along."

"That'd be great." I was thrilled at the idea of being able to swim in the nude again.

He gave me details – the session was from half past seven to half past eight.

"Ah. Ok."

Warren gave me a searching look. "Something wrong?"

"There's no way I'd be able to get from where I live into the city then out to where the pool is at that time on a Sunday morning. I don't even think there are any buses that early on a Sunday out our way. No worries. Perhaps I can find a nude beach once the summer's here and the exams are over?""

"I see." For a moment Warren stared at the ceiling as if considering various options. "I could always offer to give you a lift, but for me to go all the way over to your house, then back to the pool for seven thirty would mean getting up ridiculously early. Getting to the pool for half past seven's bad enough!" His eyes darted left and right as he continued to think. "I know... What are you doing on Saturday?"

"We've got a game in the afternoon. At home. At the university."

"What time does it finish?"

"Kick off's at half past two. So we're done by just after four. Then we have a shower and something to eat, and then generally go and get plastered in the bar."

"What if I come over and pick you up before you're too wasted, and bring you back here. You can stay the night and we can go to the swim on Sunday together?"

"Do you really mean that? Me stay here? Overnight?"

"If you want." He gave me that cheeky teenager grin again. "We could continue you education..."