Pedro Fuck Me

Pedro was staying with a girlfriend in her rented flat in Paris. He was passing through really, on his way to London for a charity football match in two day’s time. He’d left his home in Milan, where he played for the city team, the day before and had arranged to take a couple of days out to rest up before the game in England. He’d not seen Anna for a year or so and they’d agreed that it was high time they caught up on news. They’d been teenage lovers once, many years ago back in Milan, and now they were able to enjoy the intimacy of friendship without the threat of sexual innuendo hanging over them. Staying at her place in Paris gave Pedro the chance to get away from the spotlight, the Paparazzi and the training schedules. It was only a charity match and he could just turn up and play so there was no need to spend several days in a hotel, pre-match training and psyching himself up. He was on holiday and that was that.

But Anna had been called into work that evening leaving Pedro alone in the flat, kicking his heels and wondering what he should do. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t enjoy time away from physical activity and he was becoming restless. He knew he should be relaxing, that’s what holidays were about, but doing nothing didn’t sit well with him. He’d wandered about the place, checking through the books on the shelves, all in French, thumbed through the DVDs, found nothing he wanted to watch, and had been searching around the cable channels trying to find something on TV to take his mind off his inactivity. His restlessness was not helped by the weather. It was July, the city was heating up in a heat-wave and the flat had no air conditioning. Dusk had settled in outside and, through the tall French windows he could see the orange glow of the city lighting the night sky beyond the block of flats opposite. There wasn’t even a view to admire. Anna’s flat was hemmed in by another block directly opposite and separated by a small courtyard.

He wandered out onto the balcony and the closeness of the air struck him. He could smell the city fumes, warmed and intensified by the heat of the dying day. The sounds of car horns and police sirens echoed around the courtyard below and drifted past him into the ether. It was as dull out there as it was inside. Nothing to do but wait for Anna to come home so they could sit up late and chat again. He contemplated going out but couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. He’d showered and put on a pair of light shorts with nothing underneath and had thrown on one of his playing tops. He stood on the balcony barefoot and leaned on the chest high railing, simply staring across at the windows opposite. Most of them were shuttered or curtained, only one light was on. About two floors below he could see a guy sitting at a computer. At least he could see the torso, the head was hidden from view by the top of the patio doors and the angle from which Pedro looked down. Just some nerd surfing his evening away. Dull.

This wasn’t doing him any good, he found himself getting wound up. He wanted to do something but nothing appealed. He padded back inside and wandered into Anna’s room to stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to himself.

‘What’s this all about?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong with you today?’

His reflection didn’t answer. It just stared back at him with its green eyes. The head of dark hair shook itself at him. ‘You know what you need?’ it asked. ‘What?’ he replied, flatly.

In the mirror he saw the eyes drift down and focus on the front of his shorts and felt the soft material hang baggy around his thick thighs. He swung his hips from side to side and watched the outline of his cock as it settled back into place. He did it again and it grew a little bigger. Then he looked back at his reflection and it was smiling at him. A wry, lopsided grin showed off the famous gap where his tooth was missing. That smile told him they had reached an agreement.

‘Right, but who’s gunna do that for me right now?’ he growled back. ‘You do it,’ his reflection said. ‘Not the same,’ he answered. ‘Anna?’ ‘Huh, doubt it.’

Giving up on that idea he stomped back to the balcony to get some more, smog choked air and lent against the railing as before. A bead of sweat ran into his eye and he rubbed it away. Once he could see clearly again he looked down at the surfing nerd. He couldn’t make out what he was looking at down there on his PC but he was now leaning forward, studying screen closely.

‘Probably checking out my score record from the European Championships,’ Pedro thought to himself smugly and gave a short laugh. But then an action caught his eye. The guy below had shoved a hand into the front of his track suit bottoms and Pedro thought he saw him grab and pull. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘the dirty git’s looking at porn.’

He inched along the balcony to his right a few paces and checked around. No one else was outside or in the courtyard as far as he could tell. The light from the living room behind him was casting his shadow onto the building opposite and there were no other shadows, so no one else was above or below him. Maybe that’s why the nerd had his curtains open, no fear of being seen. Or so he thought. Pedro squinted at the screen, it was about twenty feet below and he could just make out flesh coloured tones on the monitor. He couldn’t see what sex they were or what the pictures were of but they were definitely naked. He could see small patches of dark hair between legs but that was about it. Yup, the nerd was surfing for porn and playing with himself.

Pedro crouched a little, holding onto the railing for balance and peering through the ironwork. The nerd had removed his hand and Pedro could see a lump in the track suit. The nerd clicked onto a new page, the picture on the screen went white and then started to fill from top to bottom with one, enlarged picture. Two people; one underneath, one riding on top. Still, though, it was impossible to see what sex they were.

‘Well, this is more interesting than the TV,’ Pedro muttered to himself and trained his eyes on the PC. The picture changed again but still he couldn’t quite make out what it was of. The nerd’s hand went back into his trousers and pulled away more slowly than before. Pedro felt his own cock stirring again. The breeze was creeping up from below and he could feel the air enter the legs of his shorts and investigate around his balls while his cock brushed gently against the silkiness of the material. That felt good. It also felt good watching someone else getting off on porn. No harm in that. Just a guy doing what Pedro wanted to be doing. He could look at porn and pull himself off, it would be something to do. But Anna didn’t have a PC at the flat and so he’d have to watch from there.

Then and idea struck him and he slipped back inside. For some reason his heart had started to beat faster and he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew what he was going to do, maybe because what he was going to do was like cheating, whatever the reason it felt exciting and good. He found his camera from his suitcase and came back outside to crouch in the same position. A quick check. No one around, only him and the nerd with the hard on. He put the camera to his eye, squinted and zoomed in.

The nerd’s hand was still working away in his trousers alright, slowly up and down, but now it had been joined by the other hand and this one was attending to the guy’s balls by the looks of things. Pedro settled himself against the railings, squatting down so that his arse was pulled wide. His knees were spread and he was almost sitting on the balcony floor. He was comfortable like this. He trained hard; he was strong and flexible and could maintain this pose for ages.

The nerd removed his hands and started to push down his track suit. ‘Not sure I want to see this,’ Pedro said to himself but kept the camera trained in the same place. A bush of blonde pubic hair came into view and then disappeared as the guy lifted himself up. He sat again almost straight away, the trousers free from under him. Pedro’s nervousness increased when he saw the guy’s cock lying semi erect against his thigh. Not as big as Pedro’s but just as thick, it seemed to shine in the artificial light of the flat. The head was circumcised and pink. The nerd freed his balls from between his legs and the cock came to rest centrally on them. They were nearly hairless, round like flesh-coloured golf balls. And then the guy started to play with them again, cupping them underneath and squeezing them with his left hand while his right one drew circles with a finger around the inside of his thigh, stroking his own legs but not touching his cock. The guy reached forward, presumably to click the mouse again, and then sat back. The cock started to rise up, it didn’t get longer just firmer and he still didn’t touch it. He dug his fingers into his pubes and massaged them, scrunching the skin up and pulling it taught so that his cock rose perpendicular, then letting it all go so it flopped down onto the smooth balls that he was still working on. He did this a few times and then let everything go. He lent back, stretched out his legs and just left his cock standing there, 45 degrees from the blonde bush at its base.

‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.

The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet.

But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.

‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air.

But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.

He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.

Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below.

Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager.

Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.

‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.

He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him.   He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside.

And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. To lie with the blonde under him, their fingers twisting together, their breathing the same, as Pedro pulled his dying cock from the guy and turned him beneath so that they could kiss again.

About the Author

by footballer

A Jock Getting Fucked

I was in the locker room after practice. Two dudes came in. One was wearing this motorcycle jacket and the other one was wearing a fur-collared leather bomber jacket. They tackled me to the ground. They started punching me and squeezing my dick. It felt so good, the submission that I started to get hard. The one with motorcycle jacket made me lay on the bench. He unbucled my belt and pulled out my almost hard-on dick. he said if I cum, he was gonna jam his dick up my ass. He put on this leather glove and started jerking my dick off. I saw the other dude unbuckling his pants. He started to kiss my dick and rubbing it so good. It felt so good that all i can do is moan. the one with the motorcycle jacket put his whole mouth around my dick and that’s when i exploded.

He was pissed and squeezed my balls. The other one said “that’s it, bitch. He jammed his cock into my mouth and the other one picked up my leg and he slid his dick into my ass hole. it hurted at first and I screamed by then itfelt so sensational. After they took turns fucking with me. They turned me around. The one with the bomber jacket took my varsity jacket off and with the leather sleeve, he spanked me. The other one took off his belt and whipped me. Then they took my dick into my jacket’s sleeve and jerk off until I cummed all over my jacket then they put the jacket on top of me as I lay on the floor and left with their dicks hanging out as they zipped up their jackets.

About the Author


The Red Wonder

This is not like any story I have read but it is a story that should be told. For starters I am 19 years old, about five eleven and around 185 pounds in a somewhat athletic build (I am not in the same shape I had been in during high school). I have been with a few girls in my lifetime, none that where exceptional but not bad either. I was in my second year of college, living the life just like any other guy my age. I had had a little luck with the ladies but I was far from a man whore. I had gotten a job on campus and things where going great for me. Winter break soon came and I was still needed at work during that time, so rather than driving an hour and fifteen minuets from home I decided to stay with my brother who lived twenty minuets away and attended another college.
Since I was using his car I had to drop him off at the bar he worked at and pick him up at 4 am when he finally got off. It was around 7 when I dropped him off at work and I decided to get a little dinner so stopped off at Wendy’s. I walked into the restaurant and placed my order. While waiting for my order I saw the sexiest girl I had ever seen. She must have been around 5’4”, one fifteen. She had perky tits and a tight little ass. Her only flaw, she was sitting with her boyfriend, so I grabbed my food and headed out.
One the way back to my brother’s place I passed an adult video store and decided to stop in. I had never been to a place like this but as you will find out if you keep reading there is a first time for everything. This story looked like your standard shady establishment, bars on the window dark parking lot, just not a nice looking place. The inside was not any better. It was dingy and musty inside. The man who was working looked to be in his 50’s and just sat behind the desk smoking a pipe.
I looked around the store at all the videos, which were separated by genre. I had started looking at the girl on girl but nothing seemed that exciting. I decided to move on to cum shots. Here I started getting interested, next was anal. At this point I had a throbbing erection. As I looked through the two sections I had narrowed down too I realized why I was so excited. It was not because I wanted to get sucked or fuck the girl in her ass. It was because I wish I were the girls in the movies. I wanted to do the sucking! I wanted to be getting fucked!
But how could this be I thought. I had never felt like this before. I was straight. I looked a little more but still could not stop placing myself in the position of those girls. Unable to fight the urge I walked over to the all male section. I had really started getting excited now. I could hardly contain myself. I was about to explode! After looking for a few minuets I had decided on a first timers video. I felt like it was appropriate for my situation. I walked up to the counter very slowly. I was nervous to buy a gay porno. While at the counter I saw the small collection of sex toys. It was not much just a few dildos and lotions and lubes. While the man at the counter was looking for the disc I noticed a red 7-inch vibrator. It looked so beautiful; it was life like, all the veins where in the right spots and the head looked so plump. I just had to have it. I figured I was already buying gay porn why not go all out. I got the dildo and a bottle of lube too paid and quickly left. I could not wait to get home and play with my new red wonder.
Knowing that I would have the place to myself I sat down in the front room and put my movie in the dvd player. I also pulled my new dildo out of the box and began looking at it closer. I turned on the vibrator and in doing so I felt my penis start to throb.
I pressed play on the remote control. I watched as a tall dark haired man walked up too a young average height guy and begin talking to him. One thing led to another and soon the two guys where back the first mans apartment. Before long both guys had their shirts off, both had amazing sculpted abs. The shorter guy who was “strait” defiantly had a darker tan, but the gay man had more tone. Either way I was now looking at a 7 1/2 inch rock hard erection. It started with the dark haired guy giving his new friend an amazing blowjob, and soon moved on to eating his ass. My whole body started to tingle. Then it came time for the friend to take a turn. He looked nervous at first as he grabbed the dark haired man’s hard penis and slowly licked the head. Although he was a first timer he was making his partner quiver.
I decided to take my new toy into my mouth. It felt so natural to have my soft lips around that 7 in dildo. I licked it up and down and tried to get it as far down my virgin throat as possible. I looked up at the TV just in time to see the dark haired guy shoot his huge load into the back of his partner’s throat. Oh how I longed to taste some of his sweet cum. Unfortunately no matter how long I sucked on my dildo I would never get that pleasure.
After licking the last little drips of cum off the tip of his lovers penis he bent himself over the back of the couch they where sitting on. The dark haired man left the room and quickly returned with a bottle of lube from his bedroom. He spread his lovers sculpted ass cheeks and took a look at his prize. You could tell he liked what he saw, a tight puckered little asshole just begging to be broken in. He started slowly first spreading lube on the darker mans sexy butt hole. Soon he had a finger in and began working it in and out of this virgin anus.
I began to lube up my fingers now and soon had a finger of my own in my ass. It did not take long for the man with the darker tan so crave a stiff cock in his ass. But he did not get it; the dark haired man teased his ass hole with the tip of his erection. He tongued his partner’s ass hole a little more and smiled as he squirmed. Now it was time to that beautiful ass to receive its first penis. The look on darker mans face first showed pain but very soon turned to pleasure. The dark haired stud started out slow but soon his lover demanded that he get fucked harder and faster.
My own ass hole at this point was craving more than a finger. I lubed up my red dildo and turned on the vibrator. I teased my ass hole with the head of the dildo. When I could no longer take the anticipation I inserted the tip of my new toy into my ass. It was an unbelievable sensation. Not like any I had ever felt before. My ass hole could feel every detail of my toy, the head and the veins. Soon I had all 7 inched of my vibrator in my ass and was going in and out as hard and fast as I could. I fucked myself for a few minuets before the ecstasy consumed me, as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I shot a huge steamy load onto my chest. I had never looked at my own cum in this way before but I just had to try it. The man in the movie seemed to enjoy it so much. I wiped a little cum up with my pointer and middle fingers, slowly I touched my cum covered fingers to my tongue. As soon as the man sauce hit my tongue my taste buds when nuts. I licked up the rest of the load as fast as I could.
After swallowing that huge load of delicious cum I continued pushing the red wonder in and out of my craving ass. The faster and harder I pumped the more I wanted it. At first I was apprehensive about my first dildo being that big but now I wish I had gotten a bigger one.
I looked up at the TV and soon saw the dark haired man shoot his load again, this time it was in his ass. He loved the fact that he had a hot wad of cum in his ass
Looking at his expression I long for the opportunity to have a sexy stud shoot his load in my ass. As soon as I pulled out my dildo my ass began craving a huge piece of man meat be shoved into it. I have not had sex with a man yet but after this experience I will be open to anything. Now just looking at my dildo or at a sexy boy with rock hard abs my ass hole craves to be filled.

About the Author

Just your average guy living in a small town where I feel restricted and unable to be who I am

Eddie and Dante

(me) Eddie is a 5’7″ boy with a 7 inch cut dick. His body was in great shape and he liked ot show it off. he often og waxed and had a perfect hairless body. he took care of himself and had nice, smooth skin which was practically flawless. he wore tight jeans and fashionable clothes.

Dante is just as flawless as eddie but he had green eyes and had an 8 inch cut cock. dante was in a phase where he noticed and observed men and had thirlling, sexual thoughts about them. and just liek eddie, he didnt know what was right or wrong.

Both were good friends and spent time together and talked about almost everything. sometimes theyd watch porn together and jack off. would it go any farther than just that?


Swim practice was over and i walked over to the locker rooms. the girls went to the opposite side into the womans locker room. I caught a glimpse of dante coming out of the pool. His tight swim trunks showed a bulge while he was toweling himself off. I was glad he joined the swim team with dante. I walked towards my locker and dante came to his which was right next to mine. I heard the other guys start the showers.

i took off my clothes & looked at dante, “well, better go wash of the smell of chlorine”.

Dante took off his clothes too, “Haha, dude did you get bigger?”

“ha, i dont know man, maybe?” i walked over to the showers where everyone else was washing off. everyone had nice bodies and even nicer dicks. thoughts ran through y mind… i wish i could have a piece of dante…

the other guys finished showering but me and dante were still there. i heard the last guy leave the lockers. i glanced at dante and he looked at me with a huge question mark on his face, ” haha, what are you looking at?” i quickly stepped up to him and kissed him on the mouth. he grabbed onto me and held my ass as i held his arms. our mouths battled each other with our tongues and his soft lips caressed mine.

“i.. i cant do this” he said.
“im sorry” i said, releasing his arms
“no, its fine… uhm. lets go change.”
we walked over to the lockers and got dressed.


(a week later)
i saw dante after school and he came up to me, “hey! i got a new porn vid. you wanna go beat it at my place?” he smiled. “sure” i said. we headed towards his car and we drove off to his apartment.

we entered his room and popped in the dvd. we sat down on his big bed and he pressed play on the start menu.
BAREBACK MOUNTAIN read the title.

“what the fuck is this? gay porn?!” i said.
“its pretty good. just watch it okay babe?” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling odwn his boxer briefs. i did the same and said “did you just cal me babe?”. he grinned.

the video was surprisingly good. our dicks were hard and throbbing, ready to fuck. i reached over and held his dick in my hand. he layed back a bit and i started to stroke it. his cock was gorgeous and i wanted it deep inside me the way the guy in the movie was being pounded. dante tilted his head back and moaned quietly.

“i want you in me dante” i said. he grabbed me and lifted me onto his lap, “i want you to ride me”. i put my legs over him as he layed on his back. his huge dick was slowly being inserted into me. my hole was being stretched and i yelled in painful pleasure. i sat on his dick and i bent down ot kiss him. he sucked on my neck and i moved slowly up and down his dick. my cock was rubbing on his stomach while his arms held tightly onto my ass. i kissed my neck again and i moaned loudly.

i sat up and started to pump hs dick iwth my hole. his balls smacked against my ass and grew louder everytime i thrusted upon him. this lasted for about an hour.

i stopped and moved his hands towards my cock. he jacked me off while i touched my nipples and rubbed my abs. i started to thrust again while he stroked my dick.

we both moaned and yelled and held each other tight as i exploded all over him and he filled my asshole with his sperm, which leaked out onto his balls.

he grabbed me and turned me over onto my back. he lifted up my legs and he shoved his cum lubricated cock into my hole again. this time it hurt and i my teeth grinded before i yelled out FUCK ME. he fucked me so good i didnt want him ever to leave me.

as he finished his second load he layed on me with his cock still in me. he kissed my chest and i stroked the hair on his head. he nibbled on my ears and i wrapped my legs around him. he pulled his dick out and shoved it in once again and i clawed into his back. he did it over and over and each time i moaned louder and louder. his heavy breathing was in my ear and he kissed my all over my neck.

i exploded once more and the cum glued us together. he scooped some up and smeared it on my neck. his dick came otu of me and he layed next to me. he stroked my wet dick as i turned over to him and stuck my tongue down his throaght. we layed on our sides kissing and rubbing each other.

“hahaah. oh my god!” dante said.
“whats the matter?” i said.
“i didnt know you were gay!” he laughed.
“haahaha. if i knew YOU were gay, this wouldve happened alot sooner!” i grinned.

we kissed again.
and said i love you to each other.

About the Author

dicks are yummy

Hot For Teacher

I have always loved older men. Even as a young boy I’d been attracted to several teachers and adults that I looked up to. Sadly, nothing ever came of those for the longest time, that is until I was sixteen.

I’ve always looked older than I really am, and so I was hit on a lot from sixteen onward. I have to admit, I liked (and still like) the attention.

I have many stories that I will share with you about my sexcapades (what else would you call them?) if you would like—this, being the first of many—but before that, allow me to tell you a bit about myself.

My name is Chase Alexander Kain. I am twenty years old. I have sandy blond hair and dark blue eyes. I am 5’11” and I am of a slender build. I have a light complexion due to my German heritage, but everyone says it suits me. A light dust of freckles crosses from cheek to cheek, over the bridge of my nose. I suppose you would say my dress is a bit prep, as I like to wear button up shirts and turtleneck sweaters from Old Navy and Abercrombie, but a majority of my clothes really don’t fit a style type. If it works together, I’ll wear it. My cock is 5.5 inches, uncut. My pubes are shaved. My ass is round and hairless, as is my crack. I am a complete bottom, and have only topped once. I hated it. Writhing beneath or riding another is where I belong. I’ve been told I am cute and very fuckable, but I’ve always been a bit of a nerd. One thing if for certain. I love sex and I live for it. With that, I will now tell you the story of my very first sexual experience.

It was the end of the school year my sophomore year. I had just turned 16 in November and was finally accustomed to the school. I loved my classes, and most of my teachers, but like any high school student, one teacher stood out among the rest.

Mr. York. Thomas York. Final period English teacher and my own personal Adonis. 5’11” to my 5’8”. Thirty years old. Tanned, brunet, and gorgeous. His dark brown eyes sparked with fun and familiarity. His body was lightly muscled as one could see through the oxford shirts that he loved to wear. His ass was firm—I had just known it would be. He’d bent over quite a few times to pick up some papers or a book that had fallen to the floor and I’d gotten quite a good look at it. I also knew that he was just bound to have as gorgeous a package as he had a bod. The best thing, however, was that my gaydar went in full effect whenever I got near him. I also had a feeling that the older man knew that I looked and enjoyed it. At least, I had hope, in any case. Still yet a virgin at 16, I wanted Mr. York bad. I wanted to feel what my best friend—promiscuous Alan Reid—talked about.

One day in March, I walked into last period moody and quiet. Some asshole in the class before had decided that poking me and calling me a fag would cure his boredom, and the fact that the class was my least favorite—Algebra—and the teacher was my sworn enemy—Mrs. Bean—I had already been in a sour mood. I had never wanted to punch someone as much as I’d wanted to hit Tyler Kirk that hour (I did take revenge by slapping his hand hard with a ruler, but it hadn’t been very sweet). Mr. York must have sensed my bad mood, as he came to my front row desk, leaned against it and turned his head to look at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment the class know-it-all rose her hand and began to wave it frantically. God, she was so annoying. I gave Mr. York an apologetic look and he returned with an easy grin.

“Stay after class, Chase,” he mouthed. “We’ll talk.” Then he walked over to the human windmill and proceeded to help her out until the bell rang. The class went by in a haze as I took to fantasizing about Mr. York and myself or Mr. York and several of the other males in the class. It was safe to say that by the time class had ended—and I had remarkably finished this classes homework for all the hot daydreaming—I was very aroused, and my cock—5.3 inches back then—was straining against my tight black jeans. I was very pleased that I had a reason to stay behind as the bell rang and the other students raced to pack up their backpacks and ditch the class. Little Miss Know-it-All seemed on the verge of raising her hand to ask another ten minute question about a topic that we would not cover for months that would require a twenty minute explanation at the very least but—

“Whitney, I need to talk to Chase for while. Your question can wait until tomorrow. If you’d like, I will be here early in the morning, so feel free to come for help before first period. Have a good day.”

Whitney glared at me before stuffing her books haughtily into her book bag, slinging it onto one shoulder as she stood, and then rushing from the room and shutting the door a little roughly behind her. I watched as Mr. York walked over to the door and flipped the lock shut. After, he leaned against it, focusing his dark eyes upon me with an easy smile.

“I always lock the door after last period. Anyone who might wish to speak to me thinks I am gone, and so I can finish up my daily work in peace.”

He made his way back to his desk, leaning upon it as he crossed his arms.

“Now, Chase, tell me what happened that put you in such a mood.”

I sighed and shrugged. His bringing up that incident was doing nothing for my erection. I just wanted to get home so that I could drop my backpack in the entryway, rush to my bedroom and lock my door, crawl into bed and proceed to touch myself while fantasizing about those big hands doing the touching instead. “It’s nothing, Mr. York.” I kept my gaze from his and picked at the warped corner on my desk.

Without warning, a large hand moved into my vision and I was forced to look up as Mr. York gripped my chin. His dark eyes were steady as they looked into my own and I found I could not look away. What was more, my arousal was returning fast. I swallowed hard. He asked again.

“It was… just some guy in fifth hour, Mr. York. Nothing big.” I shrugged again. It was quickly becoming my signature move. His mouth became a thin line and his grip strengthened just a bit.

“He called you derogatory names, didn’t he?”

I blinked and then decided to play stupid. You didn’t tattle tale on another guy in high school unless you had a death wish. Especially where Tyler Kirk was concerned.

“Tyler. Tyler Kirk. No, don’t shake your head, I know. He called you a faggot, didn’t he?”

I just stared. The older man groaned and released me. “I really don’t get boys today. If someone is abusing you, you do not let him or her walk all over you. Still, it’s obvious you aren’t going to talk, so I can’t help you I’m afraid. Just know, Chase, I am here if you need to talk. No matter what. Just ask. Understood?”

I nodded and watched as he walked back to his desk. He looked up a minute later, a confused expression on his face.

“Chase? What are you still doing here?”

I bit my lip hard. I couldn’t move. If I did Mr. York would see and it would be the end of me. Just by that simple touch, I was tight in my jeans.

His brows quirked as he watched me and slowly a knowing smile flitted onto his face. I blushed profusely and looked down. I was taken by surprise more than I’d ever been when the older man fell to his knees beside me, grinning.

“No need to be embarrassed, Chase,” he said, and placed a hand on my knee. I looked at him, our eyes meeting and locking. His dark eyes now sparked with fun and something that looked suspiciously like lust. I had to be dreaming. “This isn’t the first time a younger male has had the hots for me, I assure you.”

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Minutes passed of Mr. York and I just staring at one another. At long last, I found my voice, but the thing I least expected to ever say to Mr. York escaped my mouth in a needy and wanton whisper.

“Touch me, Mr. York.”

And he did last thing I ever expected the older man to do. He complied.

I gasped as his fingers brushed over the lump at the front of my jeans. I outright moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against it and squeezed lightly. Then he quickly unzipped my jeans and with my help, pulled both the jeans and my black silk boxers down to bunch around my ankles. A large hand closed around me and he slowly began to pump, his free hand making small work of the buttons on my shirt before evil fingers pinched and pulled at my taut buds. Before long I had slid down slightly in my seat and my legs had spread as wide as they could go. My eyes were lidded and my hips bucked into my teacher’s grasp.

“Ah, fuck,” I moaned, my voice now reduced to a guttural rasp. His pace was much faster now and my moans were becoming louder. I found Mr. York’s mouth against mine just as my cock spasmed and I came violently, my seed shot over the desk and into Mr. York’s hand. He continued to stroke me as we kissed.

Too soon, he released me and pulled away from me. He said nothing as he strode to the classroom sink and washed his hands. I suddenly felt very exposed and didn’t know what to say and so I just sat there.

“You should go, Chase,” he said at long last, clearing his throat. “Please, don’t tell anyone about this… and I… I’m sorry.”

I opened my mouth but he raised a hand and interrupted me.

“No… don’t speak, just go.”

I quickly pulled up my pants and underwear, slinging my bag over my shoulder and ran from the room. I made my way to my car and got in. My mind replayed the entire scene over and over. By the time I’d made it home I was rock hard once more. I quickly rushed into the house, discarding my backpack and fleeing to my room. Locking the door, I undressed and crawled into bed. Slowly, I touched myself as I recalled the feel of my teacher’s hands upon me, effectively forgetting the part where he’d kicked me out of the classroom. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting into my fist, gasping and moaning. For the second time in an hour I came, only this time I called out his name.

To be continued.

About the Author

Author’s Notes: Hey there. Chase here. I have been a fan of Ozuz for years now. I recently have gotten into writing my own experiences down and have decided to send it in for others to read and possibly get something from—that of course, being a rise. I do hope you enjoy the many experiences I will share with you. I do need to warn you, that this particular story does contain sexual relations between an older man and a teenage boy. If this offends you or is not legal where you live, please do not read or proceed at your own risk. And I love to talk to people, so if you’d like to chat or just comment on this experience, feel free to email me at chase.kain [AT] Without further ado, I give you…