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.
If you liked this story or if you have any comments, please email me at cutrose40@yahoo,co,uk