Mr. Donner

"Paul, aren't you late for classes?" Mr. Donner peeked into the room. I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. I was just waking up. I didn't really feel fantastic. Not after a party weekend. I hate Mondays.

“No, Mr. Donner. Today I only have lectures in the afternoon." I said to which he nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. I slowly sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.

I tried to chase away sleep. After a few moments, I jumped out of bed and rummaged through the closet looking for anything clean. I got out of my boxer briefs and put on new ones. By the way, I am nineteeen years old and I'm in my first year of medical school hoping to make something of myself.

I took clean shirt and my jeans and closed the closet door and found himself face to face with my image because the closet has a mirror on the outside side of the door. I studied myself in amazement at how a scrawny kid managed to grow this much in just a year and a half. The muscles were not extremely defined, but they were visible and slowly taking shape. Perfect look a completely normal body of a nineteen-year-old. The brown hair was cut short, and my greenish eyes evaluated every inch of me.

I put on a dark blue short-sleeved T-shirt with the inscription quote "I will do a great things someday!" and a black jeans. I came out of room and came to the kitchen where Mr. Donner was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking his first morning coffee.

You must be wondering why I don't live with folks. And why I call my roommate Mr. Donner. It is

because I live with my dad's friend in the city now during my studies. Because it's so much closer to university, since Mr. Donner is divorced and lives alone in the apartment, everything is ok.

Otherwise, he is a very good man as far as I am concerned I know, and I've known him since I was little. He and dad are still school buddies.

"Morning!" I told him as I opened the fridge to see what was for breakfast.

"Morning Paul," he says without taking his eyes off the newspaper. I took the cheese, deciding to take only that and bread for the morning.

"You're not working today?"

"No, Paul, I finally have time off after so many weeks. And call me Max, you remember." I'm stillgetting used to it, but ok. By the way, Max works as a security guard in a bank. After breakfast Iget back into my room and started studying.

Another hard day at the university has passed. I entered the apartment and took my things to my room. Then headed towards the kitchen, but a moan stopped me on the way. I can't tell if it's for pleasure or because that someone is in pain, but it was coming from Max's room. But there was not a single male voice. There were two.

Wait a minute. Is Max divorced his wife because he is gay. By the way did I forget to mentionthat they never had children. I can't believe Dad's best friend is gay. I finally succeeded tomove and rush to the kitchen.

I made a sandwich and definitely had a beer. I have to do all thatto digest what I found out. I would never have thought... Max... According to dad's stories, he was a big ladies man in... in high school and college. It's not like he got bored of pussies right? Man what am I thinking. Do I want more from him?

I ate my sandwich just as Max and his mysterious friend left the room. Maxstilled in place as soon as he saw me with his massive buddy in tow. When I say massive I mean a mountain of muscle. Max spoke.

"Paul... How lo..." But I already knew the question.

"Long enough Max." I looked everywhere but at him.

"I'd better go..." Said Max's guest and walked out of the apartment without saying goodbye, leaving me and Max in silence. We were just waiting for the other to break the silence. But none did. I emptied my beer and went to my room.

After about an hour I heard a knock on the door.

"Enter." I said and Max entered the room. He came to me and sat next to me on the bed. I put the textbook on the bedside table and sat on bed, waiting for his words. But he just looked at me with those almond-colored brown eyes and followed my gaze, which was now on his exposed chest and arms that were beautifully shaped For one fifty-two year old he had a body that many can only dream of.

I guess it's the genes. I do not know. I can not believe. What am I doing? I'm cheking out a guy in a sexual sense. Wtf.

His hair was sticking out in all directions messy from the shower he had. It was short and black. I think he noticed my gaze on his crotch. Although I quickly averted my eyes.

"Paul?"

"Huh?" That was all I managed to say.

"Is everything alright." I think I looked leverywhere but at him.

"Yeah." What the hell.

"Can we talk?" He asked and I just reached for his boxer briefs with my hand and put it on his crotch. Man, what am I doing? Like it's not me. It's like someone is controlling mine body.

I don't know why, but the feeling of someone else's dick under my hand was good. I just straightened up in bed and looked at him. I his gaze was confusion. This is not what I expected either. I just reached for his lips. I kissed the lower one first, then the upper one. I felt him kissing me back.

After that gentle kiss we separated and looked straight into each other's eyes. It was obvious that he there was tension and electricity between us. And of course it is obvious what will happen between us tonight.

Now he crashed lips on mine. My heart was pounding with excitement. He kissed each of my lip separately and slowly opened mine with his tongue. Which I allowed. He entered my mouth with his tongue and started with it to caress my tongue, which reciprocated every touch. I grabbed his upper arm with both hands, feeling each bicep and triceps. I sat on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his back. I felt his boner and my seven inches cock began to rise.

We didn't separat our lips. I was barely gasping for air, but his breath was so sweet that I didn't want to part from his lips. And I could smell the smell of sweat. The smell of his own body, mixed with the deodorant that was still there in traces.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. He stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I felt us slowly go down and lie down in bed. He was on me and it was pleasant. We finally separated. I took off my shirt while he took off my pants and boxer briefs. Then he leaned over me again and continued kissing. After a few moments he moved his lips to my neck.

I couldn't help but start to moan, running my hands over his back. His touch was divine. He went down slowly, first kissing one nipple, then the other, then the navel, and then he came to my crotch, which was hard as a rock.

He looked at me and then took my cock in his mouth. He slowly began to work it, running his tongue over every inch of it. He stopped first at cock head and kissed the top of it. Then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue so that he could run it over the tip of the glans, and then he went down to my testicles and licked them.

I just moaned, touching my chest. He went back to my dick and picked up where he left off. He took it in one hand and jerked it off while using the other hand on my chest. Our hands collided. While jerking off, he took my cock back in his mouth with his hand and worked on it to him until I told him.

"I'll CUM!" He slowed down and lowered his lips all the way to the root. So that my cock was touching his larynx. I exploded in his mouth. And felt the work of his tongue on my cock and he swallowing my sperm.

He didn't move away from my cock until he was sure that he had swallowed all my sperm. Then he straightened up and took off his briefs showing me his nine iches long dick. I did not remove my gaze from it.

I got up and took his cock in my hands. Observed it and then went into action. I touched the head with my lips and kissed it. Then I separated my lips and took it in my mouth.

Max wrapped his hands around my head and started fucking my mouth. After a few moments he stopped and let me get some air. I continued to suck his cock looking up straight into his eyes. I ran my tongue over every inch awkwardly. The thing was magnificent. I can't describe it, but someone else's dick in my mouth. Wow. Until an hour and a half ago, I didn't think that I would ever do this.

But now. Wow. Finally after about ten minutes he stopped me and started to say something, but I interrupted him.

"Fuck me." He just smiled and lowered himself to my ass. He moistened his fingers and pushed them into mine ass. First one then two. Oh what a feeling...

Finally, when he was satesfied with his work, he grabbed my legs around the knees and separated them into the V shape making an easier entrance. I felt the tip of his cock on my anus.

He slow began to enter, breaking through the barrier resulting in excruciating pain and my loud screams. Finally he stopped and waited for my hole to get used to something in it. He looked at me and then leaned over me he lowered himself to my lips and kissed me with a fiery kiss. Then he separated from me and started thrusting his dick into my anus. He thrusted it in and out, slowly at first, and then he sped up, and turning pain into pleasure. My anus didn't hurt anymore. He has stimulated me so good so that my cock is again hard to the maximum.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and squeezed them, making even bigger pleasure out of touch. It was fantastic to feel his cock in my anus, and hands on my body which he caressed with each stroke, with the movement of his beautiful tool and made me scream for more and more and more...

Our breathing was fast and coordinated. His face got red. His eyes were squeezed shut, but all because of his intense pounding.

After about ten minutes he slowed down the pleasures, but he slowed down intensively and I knew what was coming next.

"I'M CUMING!" I felt his hot sperm in my body. And it was a great feeling. He didn't take his cock out until he was sure he was spent and I orgasmed.

Then he lay on top of me and wrapped his hands around my head, ruffling my hair. He kissed me and said.

"You were great Paul!"

"You too Max."

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked me.

"Of course I did. It looks like I'm gay or bisexual?'

"It seems so." Max said and kissed me again. After a few minutes he lay down next to me. I am turned and layed on his stomach and put my head on his chest, clinging to him. He smiled.

"And what now?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I said.

"Well..." He looked thoughtfully into my eyes.

"We could be together more often," he said.

"We can be all the time. We should be in a relationship." I proposed. He was hesitant for a while because he was afraid of what my dad will think, but in the end what we want is what matters. So it seams I have a boyfriend.

Now what will dad think... That's another story...

THE END