Even though I was no longer in his tutor group, I went out of my way to see the man of my dreams. Knowing he finished late on Fridays, I hung around near the staff room. If I was lucky, we would steal a kiss, I so badly wanted him, he was just out of touching distance. Every night I would masturbate, his lovely smile running through my brain. Ever the optimist, I read up on anal sex, truly believing that it would happen one day.
Saturday morning, into the bathroom, shower, clean teeth, and I'm on my way. I was pleased to see Otto answer the door in a silk dressing gown. Once again, we had coffee and made small talk. Sitting opposite me, he let his gown slip open, I wished he had been naked, he had D&G boxers on. He did, however, have a semi. My own dick grew inside my shorts, I wished I'd gone commando. My knob was straining against the cotton of my boxers. "Can I kiss you, please?" I asked. He beckoned me over, I knelt and we kissed, hands behind one another's necks. His erection grew, bursting through his waistband. Tentatively, I held out my hand, he took it and wrapped it round the tip of his cock. I used my left hand to release my own manhood. "Kiss it, if you would like to." I didn't need asking twice. I poked my tongue out and licked the end of his penis, he shuffled out of his his underwear and parted his legs, giving me access to his low hanging balls. The first inch or so went in my mouth, and he let out a contented moan. A little more, I tickled his balls. On down until I was deep throating him. His eyes were closed, his right hand resting on the back of my head, I was giving my tutor a blow job. I can't normally wank with my left hand, so left myself alone, concentrating instead on giving the best blow job that I could. Otto's balls tightened, and I prepared to receive his juices. A few more sucks, semen flooded into my mouth. "Thank you", he whispered, "Let's swap places." I could hardly believe my ears. My boxers were off in a flash, I sat in the armchair with my legs spread. Otto's technique was to wank the base and suck the top while tickling my scrotum. I was so worked up that I soon shot my load. He kissed me again, I tasted my own spunk. "Wow!, just wow", is all I could say. I sat back in my own chair, neither of us dressed. After a while, Otto suggested that we went to bed. We kissed and cuddled again, our erections returned, the longer we stayed together, I thought the more chance I had of Otto making love to me. On this occasion, it was not to be. We had a sixty nine, he rimmed me, even finger fucked me, but stopped short of putting his cock inside me. We did last a lot longer, and we sucked each other off. Otto fixed lunch and we sat around watching sport on TV, (not that it interested me). "Tony", Otto suddenly said, "I know you want to take things faster, I'm sorry, I don't. I told you from the start that it would be a slow burner. Please accept that." Of course, I knew Otto was right, and that the sex, when it finally happened, would be all the better. Reluctantly, I dressed, we kissed, and I drove home. Indoors, I swore in frustration and kicked the table.
Through the week we talked on WhatsApp. Otto even sent me a short video of cum running down his shaft, it only served to make my frustration worse.
Saturday morning, I'm at Otto's once more. It had been over three months of dating. This time I have done everything necessary to make sure that I'm clean. I hoped it would pay off. Otto seamed really pleased to see me, we kissed on the doorstep. No coffee this time, instead he took me to the bathroom where we showered together, not that either of us was dirty. By the time we were drying, we were both rock hard. Onto the bed, an incense stick burned. Kissing, cuddling, sixty nine. Otto pulled my hips up and rimmed me, his tongue almost going through my ring. I could hardly breathe with excitement. 'Is that lube on my hole', is it going to happen?'. His penis pushed, I relaxed and he was inside me. Heaven, my virginity gone, it felt amazing. He began to pump, I thrust back to meet him. My precum dripped onto the duvet. I got my right hand on my cock, tossing. Otto upped the pace, rubbing my prostate. I knew I wouldn't last very long, and neither would he. Long strings of cum flew out of me, Otto would be sleeping on damp sheets. Still he went on. I felt him cum, but he didn't stop. He turned me over, into missionary, so we could kiss and fuck at the same time. His stamina was relentless, my own Viking warrior shagging the life out of me. He came a second time. This time he went soft, his semen spent. "That was fucking worth waiting for, what a lover you are." We lay side by side, I listened to his heavy breathing. I wanted the moment to last forever
I must have drifted off. When I woke, he was hard again. We spooned and I let him have his way with me. This time we shagged for nigh on an hour before he bred me for a third time. He even managed to coax some more cum out of me.
I drove home with damp underwear, and had a long shower, had dinner and an early night, wearing an old pair of briefs in case I leaked. I spent most of Sunday morning edging and filming my cum load. I sent it to Otto. I'm in love, and I want to tell the world.
