Those Events

I guess if someone were to ask me now about the events three months ago, I would most likely lie like a rug. To cover the shame. But was there really any shame involved? It’s hard to say as I think back.

It starts with one of my students, Jay. I guess I should have said that I am a school teacher. No, it’s not like that; it’s something else. This student’s parents come to parent-teacher conferences in the fall. I see many parents during this time. I sling the same old bull to them: Your kid is a peach. Your kid is doing well academically. Your kid needs to take the class more seriously. Etc. These particular parents are divorced, but come together, which is admirable. Their kid/my student is actually a good student with good attendance. No issues whatsoever. The mother speaks quietly and looks down a lot. The father is more outspoken and looks me in the eye continually, which I find a bit awkward. When the conference winds down, the mother gets up to leave, but the father, Jake, tells her he’ll be right with her. He stays and makes some more talk about his kid, my class and the football team’s success. “Well, thank you for your time,” Jake says, reaching under the desk I’m sitting at and gives my right thigh a quick, firm squeeze. It is quick, subtle but very telling. I look into his eyes and see what could only be one message. I have seen it before. I know. The warm tingling I feel in my stomach also tells me something. Something I have felt before. Something I have done before. I would feel and do again soon.

I guess I should go back further in order to explain a few things. In high school, I had the curiosity. However, I dated and had sex with girls. Then came college. University of Washington. Seattle. Independence. What is a young, curious man to do but explore his curiosities? So I did.

My first experience was at a fraternity party just off campus. I was a pledge at Alpha Delta Phi—I wanted to fit in, I guess. One of the members, David, struck up a conversation with me, quizzing me on everything from my family background to my sexual experiences—the latter he found particularly interesting. After a few more glasses of their potent jungle juice, I began spilling forth my fantasy of doing something sexual with a dude to David. After telling him, I feared he would tell, and I wouldn’t have a chance at becoming a member of his frat. Surprisingly, David said he wanted to know more, but that I would have to tell him in his room upstairs. So I followed him through a sea of nearly-drunk guys and gals and then up a set of wooden stairs and then to a narrow door at the end of a dimly-lit hallway. David looked back at me, smiling, “Come in.” As I walked in, David closed the door behind me and locked it. This is when I felt that something enjoyable was going to happen. “So,” David began, “tell me more about this fantasy.” It was then he began massaging his crotch and then that I noticed a considerable bulge there.

“Well,” I swallowed hard, feeling a churning in my belly, “this is pretty much part of it.” David reached over and began massaging my growing bulge in my jeans.

“That feels nice,” said David, still massaging his tented slacks.

“Sure does,” I moaned. My cock was a granite pillar under my jeans. I had this sudden desire to remove my jeans, so I said, “David, I’d like to remove my clothes.”

“Don’t let me stop you, dude,” he said, undoing my belt for me. I stood up, slipped my Chuck Taylors off, finished unbuckling, unzipped, slid my jeans down, removed my long-sleeve, Nike tee shirt and stood there in socks and my briefs, which showed off my 7-inch cock underneath, begging to be released. I slid the briefs down, my hard cock thumped against my belly. David wasted no time, moving over to take my cock in his hands and then his mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling on its full length. He finished removing my briefs, sat me down on his bed, spreading my legs apart for better access to my balls and raging hard-on. He quickly stripped down to only his socks, revealing a nice, cut cock. Now, I had seen some gay porn, thus some pretty massive members, but to see one similar in person and for the taking was beyond exciting. I had measured my cock fully erect, and it was a shade over seven inches; I guessed David’s was an inch longer than mine and a bit thicker. So David kneeled down began stroking his beast with his left hand, cupped my swollen balls with his other hand and went down on my stiff cock. Now, I had had a few blow jobs from one girlfriend to that point, and they were okay, but David knew what the hell he was doing. His tongue danced, his teeth gently teased, his right hand caressed and massaged by cum-swollen balls. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“You’re gonna make me explode,” I moaned aloud.

David came up for air, “That’s the idea buddy!” He then went back to work. It was all too much as I felt tingles of pleasure rise from my feet to my legs to groin until my balls tightened, my cock hardened even more and I let loose. I wanted to scream, but muffled grunts of pleasure instead. David moaned as my hot cum filled his mouth. He swallowed almost all of it. He pulled up, two creamy convulsions of my man-syrup flowed from my still-hard cock. He looked up at me, licking his lips and saying, “Good stuff you got there.” We both laughed quietly. My guess was that it was my turn to do something.

“Ever suck cock before?” David asked, stroking his shiny cock to keep it hard.

“Well, I’ve thought about it, but no, I have never,” I said, eyeing his beast of a cock.

“Well, here’s your chance,” David said, lying next to me. I took his cock in my hand and then put my other hand on it, stroking it gently.

“You’re pretty big,” I said, easing my face toward it.

“Got it from my dad’s side. I have no complaints.” We laughed quietly again.

I muffled my laugh with the head and shaft of his cock. I got what I could in there and worked it with my tongue and teeth. I was a beginner. David helped out with instructions. He liked his balls squeezed and a finger or two teasing his anus. I gladly obliged, feeling my cock coming to life again. After about ten minutes of this, David smashed his hips into my face; his shaved balls mashed against my chin; his pubic hair tickled my nose. I could feel his cock harden for eventual ejaculation. David came hard, blasting his cum into the back of my throat. I tasted and swallowed most of his load, but some oozed down my chin. I would do better the next time.

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I didn’t make it in the frat, but David and I met up plenty of times. I became quite experienced with David’s help and sweet cock. We tried anal sex a few times. It was incredible being inside David. Actually, it felt so good that I never lasted long at all—about ten pumps or so of my cock going all the way in and out and I would cum hard. We never used condoms—that’s just how we rolled. I took David’s cock in me twice. Very painful. Too painful in fact. He would then just grind his cock between my butt cheeks until shooting his load on my ass and back. I enjoyed feeling his hot sperm on me.

Graduation came; David and I parted ways. We met up one last time just before graduation, eagerly swallowing each other’s cum. I often think of David and what he is doing.

So I am not surprised when I receive an email from Jake, Jay’s divorced father. The email is not long. The email says how I am a positive influence in Jayden’s life. Stuff like that. But in between the lines is an obvious message. He wants to have me over for dinner with him and his Jayden—showing appreciation for the hours of hard work teachers put into their careers. I would normally and politely decline such an invitation; however, I recall the thigh squeeze at conferences. I typed a quick reply of acceptance, being careful to keep it formal.

Just to be safe, I park a block away from their house. I typically try to be safe, but sometimes the temptation gets the best of me. Like a few years ago after my nasty divorce. I’d thought a lot about David during my hectic, hasty marriage, but had never acted on anything. I’m a lot of things, but disloyal is not one of them. Anyway, soon after the divorce, I hit the online personals for some man-on-man release. It didn’t take long to meet a guy in town. We only met up three times, but they were hot meetings with lots of moaning. His name was Edgar; he was a Latino guy with a sweet, uncut cock that shot big loads. Our first meeting amazed me as I jacked Edgar until he shot an unreal load, four hot, creamy ropes of cum, two of which painted my face—unreal but hot. I rode that cock our last meeting, feeling his man juice fill me as he screamed in pleasure. I had plowed his nice ass each of the three times we met, pulling out each time and shooting my seed on his back (first time), belly (second time) and face (last time).

So, I walk in the fading light toward Jake’s house. I assume his daughter is there, so I have no expectations aside from a good dinner, good conversation and perhaps some innuendo. I ring the bell, wait nervously. I hear footsteps on the other side. Jake opens the door, his face lighting up.

“Hey, glad you could make it,” he says, reaching for my hand. I shake his hand; it’s warm and excites me. Jake wastes no time setting the tone. “Well, Jay is at a friend’s house tonight, so he won’t be here. I hope that’s okay.” He stares at me, reading my reaction. Of course, my balls tingle and my cock begins to swell. I read all the signs. I nod in understanding.

It’s only a matter of time after that. Jake lets me know he’s extremely attracted to me and wants to experience man-on-man sex with me—he feels the vibe, he says. “Sounds good,” is all I can mutter, my cock still growing in my slacks. It’s before dinner, but Jake leads me up to his bedroom, leans in to massage my nearly-hard cock under my pants and kisses me. I’m not really into the kissing scene, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin the moment. Jake undoes my pants, slides them down along with my briefs. My now fully-hardened cock springs out. “Oh, yes,” Jake exclaims, pushing me to the bed and assaulting my cock with his hands and mouth. He sucks on me with a passion I have seldom seen. I see that his own member is stiff under his pants. I reach over to touch it, feeling its length and girth through the thin cotton. I have the urge to ride that length and girth before leaving tonight. After shooting my load onto Jake’s face, I peel his pants off and go to town on his cock. A tad shorter than mine, but thicker. I get him amped to the point of shooting his own load, but I want him inside me and tell him so. “Oh, okay. Wow.” He goes into his bathroom for a second, returning with some lube, which he is already applying o his hard cock. He hands the small bottle to me. I apply it vigorously to my hand and around my anus, pushing three fingers in to prepare my rectum. When I feel adequately lubed, I turn around. Jake is then against me, hands on my ass cheeks, pressing his hard cock against and then into my anus. It’s always painful at first, but when a cock slides into place, the pleasure is unmatched. I moan aloud in appreciation. Between grunts and moans, Jake tells me he has never done this before.

“Could have fooled me,” I say and laugh. Jake slides his manhood all the way in and leaves it. I can almost feel the head of his cock against my kidneys. “Fuck, this feels so good!” he moans, pulling out and then in again. My cock begins to swell again. As I expect, it doesn’t take Jake long to release his precious cargo into my ass. I feel his cock get extremely hard before feeling the release of cum. He stays inside me, giving me his entire load.

Just before dinner, I cum again, this time in Jake’s mouth, giving him an appetizer. He manages to harden up again and I suck him and caress his balls until he cums in my mouth and I swallow his entire offering. Jake is one heck of a cock-hound, seemingly relentless and forever horned. I kind of like that, but I do need my rest.

That weekend, Jayden is staying over at her mother’s house. Jake invites me over for a weekend of experimentation, he calls it. Damn, if there wasn’t a lot of experiments being performed under Jake’s roof. I walk, nearly limping, out of his house Sunday afternoon with my balls completely and wonderfully empty. From Friday evening until Sunday morning, Jake jacks me off once, licking my creamy goodness from my cock, sucks me off twice, swallowing every precious drop, and takes two loads deep in his ass. The last orgasm deep into his rectum is so powerful, with his anus seemingly pinching my cock off, I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before. The other part of the experiment is having Jack plow my ass three different times, shooting his hot cum in my ass. He likes leaving his cock in there, giving me every, precious drop of his man fluid. So, since hooking up with this guy on Wednesday evening, I cum seven times within a five-day period. I’ll see if we can break this record down the road. The record isn’t as important as the trying.