Mr Tippet's young lover

The next day in German Lit class Lisa sits down next to me.

“What did he want with you yesterday? Did he want you to suck his cock in his office?” and she laughed.

“No!”, I lied, and she let it go with a smile.

Mr. Tippet walked in, said good morning to us, and sat on the desk to give his lecture. Tight trousers and shirt again, with a thin gold necklace and bracelet. I couldn’t stop looking at his groin and thinking about his cock in my mouth yesterday, and I started to get a hard-on.

Class finished, and as we all walked out he called me back.

“Richard, you forgot your translation yesterday.”

I turned around and went back to get it. He smiled at me seductively and whispered “Look on page 3 darling, the blue text.”

I nodded, smiled back, hurriedly put the sheet in my bag, and left. Lisa was waiting outside.

“What did he want now? Did he invite you to his place for a “study session”?”, she enquired innocently, said “see you in afternoon class”, and walked off.

She was actually half-right. The blue text was Mr. Tippet’s address, along with a message: “7pm tonight.”

I was already thinking what to wear….

I was on his doorstep at 7pm sharp. Pale tight-fitting T-shirt, skinny jeans, pink thong, white Western boots.

Mr. Tippet opened the door. He had a drink in his hand, and was wearing a very short pale-green kimono-type robe with blue trim. It was open and he was naked underneath. I was already familiar with his bottom half, but not his top half. He was tanned and in good shape with lots of chest hair, and I guessed his arms and shoulders were hairy too. I could feel a hard-on coming.

He looked me over approvingly.

“Hmmm, you look delicious this evening, sweetie. I could take that pretty little body just the way it is! BUT, I have something else for you to wear, so why don’t you come in and we’ll get you changed.”

Damn, I’d dressed up for nothing!

“This way, this way”, and he took me by the hand and led me into a little side-room that served as a storage area for coats and shoes.

“Now, off with all that and I’ll be back with your new clothes.” And off he went.

It didn’t take me long to get undressed, but I left my pink thong on.

He was back soon with my new garments.

“Why, my love, are you still in that?”

“Oh, sorry”, and as I slipped it off my hard-on popped out.

“Much better. Now here’s what you’ll wear tonight.”

Something was almost nothing: a pair of silver knee-length sandals like you see in illustrations of Greek myths, a thin pale pink see-through tunic, so short it barely covered my cock, a silver belt, and a silver headband.

“I’ll leave you to put it on. When you’re done I’ll be in the room on the right down the hall. Don’t be too long now!”

I changed into the gear and checked myself out in the mirror. I don’t know why, but I got an immediate hard-on for the twink slaveboy staring back.

“Oh Richard! I’m waiting!”, Mr. Tippet called from the other room.

“Coming.”

I went into the hall, and walking down it I saw that both walls were decorated with prints and engravings of what looked like slender Greek or Roman youths being fucked by or fellating older bearded men. There were also two side tables, with small statues of well-endowed naked youths in various poses.

I reached the door, and for some reason knocked.

“Come in, my dear, come in!”

Mr. Tippet had changed too. He was wearing sandals like mine, but colored gold, and nothing else, and he was fingering his cock.

“Did you like the pictures? And the little statues?”

“Very much.”

“I thought you would. My, but don’t you look gorgeous.”

He picked up a drink in one hand, walked toward me, and pulled me to him with the other.

“Drink?”

“Yes please.”

He took a mouthful, put his lips to mine, forced it into my mouth, put the glass down, and reached for my cock. He squeezed it lightly, ran it through his hand, and rubbed his thumb across the tip a few times. I was wet by now. The he bent down, placed his hands on the back of my legs, and ran his fingers gently up them until he reached my buttocks. He stood up, massaged them gently, and pulled them apart so he could finger my crack. Then he spanked them lightly…then a bit harder…then really hard.

“Ow!”

“On don’t be silly! You love it!” he laughed. “There’s some lotion on the small table there. Go and lubricate yourself. I did, and he led me to a larger table, placed my hands on the top, pushed my head down, spread my legs, and tucked my tunic into my belt.

“Splendid, splendid! You really do have one of the nicest bottoms ever, Richard.” He fetched the lotion, spread it over both buttocks, ran his hands over them, placed a finger in my crack, ran it over the entrance to my cave, and slowly inserted two fingers. I shuddered and leant back on them.

“Oh, we are a greedy little slut, aren’t we! You’re a fine little cocksucker just as I thought you would be, but we really should explore what you have to offer elsewhere, don’t you think?

“Yes, please.” All I wanted was him inside me.

I felt him rubbing his hard cock on my buttocks, then he spread my cheeks and moved the tip of his shlong up and down in my crack. Up down, up down….

“Richard, this is the highest form of love, love between a man and a youth.”

I groaned in answer, and with that he was in.

I felt a surge of rock-hard cock part my arse and fill me up, and then he stopped.

“Do you like that sweetie?

“Oh God yes”, I groaned.

“I knew you would.”

And he started to pump me, slowly at first and gradually gathering momentum until I thought he’d tear me apart. Then he climaxed, and I felt a huge load of cum surging inside me. I came without touching myself.

He pulled out, slapped my butt, said “Now you’re bred, Richard, why don’t you be good, go to the bathroom, and straighten yourself up. You’re dripping everywhere, dear. It’s up the stairs on the right.”

I wiped my cum as best I could with my hand as I went, closed the bathroom door, caught my breath, straightened my tunic, belt and headband, wiped the rest of me dry with some paper towels, and went back downstairs. Mr. Tippet was seated, drink in one hand and cock in the other.

“No dear, that won’t do at all. I want you in your sandals and nothing else.”

Off came the tunic and belt.

He drew in his breath sharply, squeezed his hardening cock, and said: “Walk around the room for me, I want to see that lovely bottom wiggle. And stroke yourself hard again while you’re at it, there’s a good boy.”

I did as I was asked, and sashayed more than I normally did.  

“Oh you lovely luscious thing! Now back and sit down next to me. Better still, come up here on my lap.”

I climbed on and straddled his legs. He put his hand around my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. The he stopped, looked down at his cock, and stared at me. I got down between his legs and started sucking him, and it wasn’t long before he was rock-hard again.

“Oh Richard, I think I’m just going to have to fuck you again.”

He stood me up, turned me round and sat me on his cock. This was one of my favorite positions, and I rode him till he came.

“Hmmm, wonderful, wonderful! I’ve been looking for someone like you for so long, Richard, and now I have you. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I loved it…”

“I have to do an on-line seminar in about 30 minutes darling, and I’d get you to play with my cock under the table but I mightn’t be able to control myself! Would you mind awfully if I asked you to leave.”

“No, that’s OK.”

“Come here and give me a kiss first.”

We kissed long and deep as his tongue explored my mouth. We were both getting hard again, but he broke off, bent down and patted my cock, and told me I unfortunately had to put my clothes on.

I went back to change, but before I did I popped the tunic and belt on one more time and looked in the mirror. My cock started to react, but I put those thoughts aside and got into my gear.

I went to say goodbye but Mr. Tippet had put on a T-shirt and was sitting at the computer screen. He smiled, waved, and pointed to the door, so I guessed he was waiting for the call.

I waved back and left, and while I was walking I wondered if the local shoe store stocked silver sandals.