This story is fiction. It portrays sex between a man and a teenager. If this is not your thing then move on. For those of you that enjoy this kind of story I hope this meets your needs. If so, let me know: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com
I have noticed that the older I get the more it takes to find a suitable partner. By suitable I mean someone who is attractive, hot and versatile. I can find guys my age but so many of them have let themselves go with pot bellies and beer guts and that stuff turns me off. At forty, I wear the same clothes I did when I was twenty-five. That's because I take care of myself. I work out regularly, eat the right foods and dress fashionably. What really bothers me is that the younger guys are always looking for money to get involved with guys like me who they consider 'old.' I don't like paying for what I use to get for free, so I spent a lot of time alone.
My name is Terrence. I'm 40, black and good looking. I'm what is known as dark-skinned, with a deep chocolate complexion, a shaved head and thick black eyebrows. I stand 6'1'', have nice pecs, a flat stomach and a narrow waist. My asscheeks are like two halves of a basketball and I have long muscular legs. I have what it takes and I know my stuff, but I'm definitely not into the club scene or the sex-for-money stuff. Young guys with their superior attitude turn me off. I was beginning to think I was in for a life of celibacy until I had a rather pleasant and surprising experience that changed my life.
I attended a relative's wedding and was having a good time, dancing with all the single, unattached ladies. I'm a pretty good dancer and I figured I might as well do the ladies a favor and show them a good time, even if I wasn't interested in getting between their legs. The afternoon was going nicely and I was enjoying myself when I decided to refresh my 'virgin' drink. I was standing at the bar when this handsome teenager stepped up.
"You dance pretty good." He grinned at me, but a red light went off in my head.
"You mean pretty good for an 'old' man, right?" I glared back at him.
"Hey, lighten up, dude. I meant nothin' of the kind." He was still grinning, but I could tell I had thrown him off a little.
"Sorry. Usually that's what I get from guys your age."
"We ain't all the same, man. Some of us appreciate age. It generally means experience." He wasn't smiling any longer and I could tell he was sincere.
"Thanks. Sorry I stereotyped you. You're right, you're not all the same. My name's Terrence, call me Terry."
"Andrew Terrence Johnson, call me Andy. I see we have something in common, Terrence." He put out his hand and I shook it.
"Yeah, Andy, anybody named Terrence, even if its a middle name, has got to be a nice guy." I laughed and looked deep into his eyes. For the first time I noticed they were gray. He was a light-skinned black guy, almost almond colored, with light brown hair and a nice looking face. He was about my height, tall and slender. He wasn't developed or anything, but he looked good in his clothes.
"Terry, I meant what I said about experience, man. Can't nothin' beat it, ya know what I mean?" He had moved closer to me and was now looking right into my eyes. I couldn't believe this handsome teenager was cruising me, but that's exactly what seemed to be going on.
"Definitely, Andy. There's something to be said about experience and I got a lot, if that's what you're looking for." I threw caution to the wind and waded right in after him.
"Lookin' to learn as much as I can and somebody told me that experience is the best teacher." He laughed and gave me a playful punch in the arm. I laughed with him and punched him back. He looked at me with a note of mock seriousness on his face and then punched me again. It was all in fun, but it had a serious basis behind it.
"Hey, Andy, you wanna take this somewhere else? I mean, you wouldn't want an old guy to punch you out in front of this crowd, would you? You'd lose your rep." I playfully punched him back and stepped closer.
"Just what I had in mind. Ain't got no rep to lose, man. My thing is learnin' all I can from somebody who wants to teach." This handsome teenager was blowing my mind.
"Be glad to teach you all I know, Andy. Understand something, though?"
"What?"
"It's gonna take a series of lessons, not just one."
"No problem, Terry. I was hopin' it would be a course, not a single lesson; although, I'm lookin' for the first lesson to give me an overview of the whole course."
"You blowin' my mind, Andy. You're serious, aren't you?"
"As serious as cancer, Terry. I been watchin' you all afternoon. You're nice, man. I saw you with the ladies and didn't know what your thing was, but I figured I'd scope you. Found you out, didn't I?" He was still grinning and I could tell he was proud of himself.
"Yeah, Andy, you found me out. I'm ready to go if you are."
"Been ready, man. Ain't nothin' happenin' here, anyway. The real stuff is about to happen. Your place, right?"
"Right!"
It didn't take me long to make my farewells and get to my car. Andy joined me in the parking lot and we drove to my place. We did some small talk on the way, but I think both of us were concentrating on what was to come. I found out he was eighteen and lived with his grandmother. He had known that he liked guys since he was fifteen. Like he said, he didn't have a lot of experience - jerking off with a few friends, sucking a buddy's cock and getting sucked, that was it. He was anxious for more, much more, he said. I was just as anxious to give it to him. One thing he told me on the way was that he liked to kiss. For me, that was like saying 'sic em' to a dog.
When we got to my place I let us in, shut the door and pulled him to me. He surrendered himself, melting into my body and taking my tongue into his mouth. We began kissing passionately, tongues grappling and bodies meshing together. He was a kisser, all right. We stood there, kissing like crazy, for about ten minutes. My hands were busy elsewhere - touching, caressing, groping. I worked my way down to his ass and felt his buns. They were round and shapely, firm to the touch. I could feel his dick pressing against mine as we began grinding our bodies together. His hands were moving all over my body also. When he got to my ass he grasped my booty and sighed through the kiss. I figured he was an 'ass man.'
We finally broke loose and I looked at him. "Take off your clothes, Andy, I want to see you."
"Me too, Terry. Let me see what a nice older guy looks like." Again that infectious grin.
We undressed right in my living room, leaving our clothes on the floor. When I looked at him I knew I had struck gold. He was gorgeous. He wasn't heavily muscled but his body was nice. I learned later he was a jogger and it showed. His legs were long and powerful and he had a flat stomach below some nice pecs. He had brown curly hair all over his body and a big bush around his dick. His cock was nice, too. I'm eight inches and he was just a little shorter, probably seven. It was dripping and it was standing at attention, pointing straight out at me.
"Man, you're nice, Terry. Your shit is real nice. If you look like this now, what the hell did you look like when you were my age?"
If I could have blushed I would have. "Thanks, Andy, thanks a lot, man. You making me feel real good. C'mere, I'm gonna make you feel real good."
"That's what I was hopin'."
I pulled him back into my arms and kissed him some more. His hard cock pressed against mine and he began grinding again. My hands went straight for his ass and I grabbed his hot fleshly mounds, pulling him closer. I knew I had my work cut out for me and I was going at it with pleasure.
Gradually I walked him into the bedroom. We did it without breaking our kiss, my tongue deeply embedded in his mouth. I walked him to the bed and then pushed him down, falling on top of him. I went back to kissing and gave myself up to his gentle caresses. I began moving down his body, kissing his neck, his shoulders, and his chest. When I got to his nipples I sucked one and then moved to the other, gently biting him and playing with each nipple in turn. He moaned and took my head in his hands, rubbing me. I worked on his nipples until they both stood upright. Then I moved from his hairy chest down to his stomach, stopping to play in his navel with my tongue. He kept up a low moan, appreciating everything I was doing. When I got to his pubes I stuck my face in, smelled him, and then put my hand around his shaft. I licked the crown, wiping off a drop of precum and watched as it was replaced by another. I kept licking and he kept providing. Then I took the helmet in my mouth and started down his shaft. He raised up off the bed to help me get more and I obliged by going all the way down, taking the entire shaft.
"Yeah, Terry, shit yeah. Suck it!" I obeyed. I started working up and down the shaft, using all my years of experience. His entire body responded as he began humping my mouth. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out too long, so I stopped. I had more I wanted to do. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Ain't finished yet, Andy. Don't worry." I reached down and cupped his balls in my hands. They were big and loaded with stuff. I bent over and sucked one, then moved to the other. I kept lolling them around in my mouth, one after the other. I had his shaft in my hand and was gently jerking him, not too much, just enough. My tongue moved down to his perineum, the gentle area between his balls and his asshole and I washed it thoroughly. By now he was moaning loudly, but I knew I had more to do.
I slid off the bed onto my knees, pulled him to the edge and pushed his legs back, exposing his tiny hole. Without asking permission, I leaned forward and began tonguing his slimy hole. I fanned it with rapid back and forth movements.
"Oh, shit, ain't nobody ever done this. Oh man, Terry!" I figured I was the first and I knew he would never forget this time. I used my tongue to drive him up the wall. I kept wiping it over the hole, stopping every now and then to push it in and wet him real good. Then I took my finger, wet it and pushed into the hole. It was tight, but I was persistent and got it in deep. I knew I touched the right place because he started moanomg louder than ever. Now I had him. I went back to sucking his hard cock while my finger reached deep into his teenaged body. Suddenly he started bouncing on the bed like he was having convulsions and then it happened.
"Terryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, shittttttttttttt, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His throbbing cock erupted with spurt after spurt of hot jism. He spewed forth a prodigious amount of cum and I tried my best to accomodate him by swallowing as much as I could, but a lot of it ran out of the side of my mouth and down onto my chin. He raised up, looked at me and then proceeded to lick it all off my face.
"Man, that was great! The best! Just like I said, 'you can't beat experience.' My turn."
He pushed me down on the bed and lay down onto of me, putting his lips to mine and searching for my tongue. My hands went, almost instinctively, to his torrid buns. I squeezed them and let my hands explore their rounded firmness.
"You just taught me some thing, Terry, and now I'm gonna show you how well I've learned. Get ready, man!"
Andy eased off me and slid off the bed onto his knees. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifted my legs, and pushed them back.
"I had no idea this tongue shit was so great! I wanna do it to you, man, just like you did it to me." He was grinning at me. Then he bent over, put his tongue to my hole and started. Just as I did to him, he lapped his tongue back and forth across my shit hole and bathe me thoroughly. For somebody who had never done it before he sure was good. I could feel his pink appendage lapping back and forth across my anus, touching nerve endings that were sensitive and enflamed. The feeling was incredible and I moaned loud and long. He kept it up for a long time, amazing me with his ability to give pleasure. After awhile he started pushing his tongue into me and that was an unbelievable feeling. Then, as I did, he took his finger and pushed it into my anal passage, reaching for my prostate. He pushed it and I lifted up off the bed groaning in the throes of esctasy. With his other hand he grabbed my leaking dick, held it tightly and then licked the crown. Andy bent over and started sucking his way down my hard shaft. This kid knew how to suck dick. His hot mouth worked on me in tandem with his probing finger and brought me to a powerful orgasm. I think it was made even more powerful by the realization that this handsome teenager wanted to do this just because he wanted to take care of my needs. I erupted with a howl of pleasure.
"OHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Andyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" I was sure the neighbors heard me but it didn't matter, it wasn't their business.
After I calmed down he scooted up on the bed, laid down next to me, put his head on my chest and just lay there.
"Was it good, Terry? Did I get it right?"
"It was fabulous, Andy. You're an excellent student, man."
"Nah, it ain't me, it's the teacher."
He raised up and ran his hand across my chest, stopping to play with my nipples. He looked up at me and grinned and I knew I was on the verge of something more than just a teacher-student thing. I reached down and felt his cock, it was hard again and so was mine.
"You ready for the next part of the lesson?"
"You got it, Terry!"
"Roll over." He rolled over onto his stomach and I looked at his melon-like booty. I ran my hands across each cheek and savored the feel. Then I got between his legs, retrieved my lube and started preparing us for the ultimate. It didn't take long to get us lubed up for the finale.
"Listen, Andy. This is the best part, man, but it's gonna hurt at first."
"Yeah, I know, man, but it's part of the lesson, right?"
"Right! Just relax and work with me and we'll get past the pain."
"Spread these cheeks, Andy." He reached around and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his smelly hole. I wanted to bend over and started tasting again, but I decided against it. I had to get to the business at hand.
Using my hand to leverage my body, I put my dick at the hole and began pushing slowly. I heard him gasp as my huge cock began to enter his virgin hole. I pushed some more and watched as it popped in and began its ascent into the hot chamber. He cried out in pain but I knew this would past so I kept pushing.
"Just relax, Andy, the worst is almost over."
"It's OK, Terry, go on, do what you gotta do."
I did. I kept inching into him, feeling the heat and the constriction of his anal passage. His anal muscles gave way to the invading rod and stretched to accomodate it. I continued to enter him until I was laying on his back, my entire eight inches encased in his hot muscled tunnel.
"I'm in, Andy."
"Yeah, Terry, it feels strange, man. I'm full!"
I waited for him to adjust before I made another move. Meanwhile I nibbled and licked his earlobe it until he was cooing and responding by reaching around and pulling at my asscheeks. I knew he was ready. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in, savoring each millimeter of the hot tunnel. It took a while, but I finally picked up speed and established a rhythm, pounding his hot ass as if my dick was a sledgehammer. My dick was brushing past his prostate causing him to start a series of ah's and sighs in respond to the continued pressure. He joined me in the rhythm of fucking, lifting his ass to get more as I pulled back. After a long time of serious humping I pulled out.
"Hey, why'd you stop. Put it back, Terry!"
"Wait, man. Turn over!" He turned over onto his back and I lifted his legs, pushing them far apart. I got between them, placed my dick back on his extended hole and, in one thrust, I was back in. Now I lay down on him and resumed plowing his sweet booty. In this position I could kiss him and make love to his handsome face as I fucked him.
"I like this, man, fuck me!"
He wanted it and let me know. We re-established a rhythm and started working together again. He pushed and I pulled; on and one, reaching for a level of esctasy that was new to both of us. He was groaning loudly and pulling me into him each time I pulled out. He kept lifting his willing ass to receive each thrust and I kept slamming without letup. Because I had already come I had perfect control and I used it to plow as long as I wanted to. Andy held on and enjoyed the ride. He grabbed his cock and began to jerk it in time with my thrusts and soon we were ready to cum again.
I threw back my head and howled as my dick began spilling my jism into his steamy butt. At the same time his teenaged cock burst forth with another torrential load of semen. We both shuddered and moaned out our climax in unison, our bodies crashing against each other.
"Shit, that was good. Man, I'm gonna need some more lessons, I know it! Oh, man, yeah!" Andy pulled my face to his and kissed me, running his tongue across my mouth as he did. I let my hand roam all over his hot body, enjoying the feel of his taut muscled frame. He snuggled up close to me and nibbled at my nipples, purring contently.
"Andy, you're a great student, man, but you're gonna need a lot more lessons." I smiled at him, squeezing his shapely buns.
"Yeah, Terry, I was thinkin' the same thing. In fact, I was thinkin' I might have to move in and get daily lessons. What'd you think?" His infectious smile was blowing my mind and leaving me overwhelmed.
"Sounds good to me. The more experience you get, the better you'll be."
Needless to say, Andy moved in to get daily lessons. He learned quickly, but he says he needs constant instruction so he won't lose his edge. It's been three years and the lessons are still continuing. But, it's not so much teaching as loving, and that's even better.