Lessons
Nathan was a first semester first-year student at the university where I taught history. The first time I ever saw him I must admit that I did a double-take—he was so stunningly handsome I almost fell over. Nathan was one of those knock-your-socks-off type of guys. He was bright blond with pale blue eyes and an athletic physique without the slightest bit of extra flesh. Around school he liked to dress in flimsy T-shirts and tight jeans, which he filled admirably — and he never seemed to wear any footwear except running shoes and white socks. My preliminary investigations found that he liked sports but wasn’t much of a social butterfly; in fact, according to the grapevine he was pretty much a loner—never dated much and didn’t have any close friends around school.
I made up my mind that I would do my best to seduce this boy. And it wouldn’t be that difficult. You see, I had found over the years that it was pretty easy to find out who grazed on my side of the fence and set up situations where I could trigger their young male lust. After that they usually kept coming back for more. All that I needed to do was find the right occasion to make my move.
* * *
My opportunity arose when, several weeks into the first semester, my colleague in the history department asked if I could tutor Nathan in European history. I made it a point to invite him over to my apartment for the first “session.”
Nathan showed up right on time, about three o’clock, and when I opened the door, he stood there in all his glory wearing grey sweatpants and his usual T-shirt and running shoes. Whoever invented sweatpants for guys ought to be made a saint—I’ve never seen a guy wearing them who wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous in them. When a guy wears regular pants or jeans, there’s enough pressure against his crotch that his manhood stays well under control. But in sweats, where there’s no fabric holding him in place, that manhood swings more freely and is more easily seen as the loose fabric pulls against it when walking.
So there stood Nathan, tell-tale bulge between his legs, looking incredibly handsome and smiling at me. “Hi, Dr. Adams. Hope I’m not late.”
“Not at all, Nathan. Come on in.” I stood aside as he entered the living room. When he stepped forward the fabric of his sweats pulled against his rump. I could see the lines of jockey shorts underneath, and that made me happy—I’ve never been a fan of boxers.
“It’s nice of you to take the time to tutor me,” Nathan said as he walked into the room.
“My pleasure,” I replied. “I always have time for a struggling student of history.” I motioned for him to sit on the couch. “Would you like a soft drink?”
He smiled again. God he was cute. “Sure, that’d be great.” From the kitchen I heard him call out “You have a nice apartment.”
“Thanks,” I replied, coming back into the living room with two sodas. “It’s small but cozy.” I sat down on the couch next to him, just slightly closer than he might have expected. But it didn’t seem to bother him. “I thought we could sit where it’s comfortable.”
We chatted for a bit. I asked him how school was going and he told me that his first year was most difficult—both academically and socially. “It’s been difficult for me to make friends here,” he admitted. “I’m a little shy.”
“Are you going to the big dance next weekend?” I asked, keeping an innocent tone in my voice. “That would be a good place to meet people.”
He looked down, away from me. “Nah,” he muttered softly. “I’m not really into dating.”
So, the rumors were true. I thought it best not to pry any further at the moment, so we launched into history. His class was studying the Renaissance, so we reviewed the major elements of the period and started to talk about Michelangelo, the great sculptor and painter.
“I have to ask you something,” Nathan suddenly blurted out.
“Sure, go ahead.” He hesitated. “What, Nathan? Don’t be shy.”
He took a shallow, nervous breath. The confident eighteen-year-old of a few moments ago had faded. “Is it true that Michelangelo was a homosexual?”
I wanted to laugh, for he said it so awkwardly that he might as well have asked if the earth was flat. But I maintained my seriousness. “Most historians think so, Nathan. Why do you ask?”
He wasn’t any less nervous, but he seemed to want to plunge ahead. “I’d read somewhere that he was. I was just wondering. Seems like it must have been difficult for him, given he did so much work for the church.”
“I’m sure it was quite awkward,” I replied, choosing my words carefully. “It wasn’t a time when gay people could be out of the closet with any comfort. Not like today.”
Nathan sat up a little, obviously interested. “It’s easier for a guy to be gay now-a-days, isn’t it?” His hesitancy was fast melting away.
“In most circumstances, yes.”
He looked away again, and I thought I saw just the slightest hint of moisture beginning to form around his eyes. “But not for everybody,” he murmured softly.
“Nathan, are you okay?” I asked gently, placing my hand on his shoulder.
He looked back at me, his blue eyes welling up with tears. “Can I tell you something, Dr. Adams?”
“Why sure, Nathan. Anything.” I squeezed his shoulder as I said this, and he responded by lifting it slightly and pushing his head back.
He took a deep breath and then said, “I’m gay.”
Well, I thought. This was going to be easier than I had hoped. “And that bothers you?” I asked him.
Tears were streaming down his face now. “No. I mean, being gay doesn’t bother me. I am who I am and I’m okay with that. It bothers me that it’s not okay to be gay and in college. There isn’t anybody around for me to hang out with, to go out with.”
“I think you’d be surprised,” I said quietly and moved my hand to his gorgeous knee. “There are several guys at this school who are gay.”
He looked shocked. “Really? How do you know?”
“Stop and think for a minute, Nathan.” I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then he looked down at my hand on his knee. I squeezed it gently.
“Oh,” he responded. Then he began to laugh. “Oh!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle with him. “You were awfully brave to come out to me like that, Nathan,” I said trying to sound affirming. “I’m glad you did, though.”
“God, I can’t believe it!” he said, his tears now the result of laughter. “Did I stumble into this or what?”
Gradually the laughter subsided and we sat there looking into one another’s eyes. “You must be awfully relieved,” I said. He nodded. “And lonely.” He nodded again, looking down. “And horny?” I asked. He looked up at me but said nothing. “Nathan, have you ever had sex with another guy?” He shook his head.
Slowly I reached over and pulled on the string tie of his sweatpants. The knot came undone and I tugged gently on the waist, pulling them away from his stomach. My hand plunged beneath the grey cotton fabric and, passing his crotch for now, gently stroked his thigh. Instinctively he spread his legs, and I began to rub the inside of his thigh. At the same time my other hand moved to his head, and I ran my fingers through his beautiful blond hair.
He didn't’ seem averse to my advance, so I moved my hand behind his head and pulled him toward me. His blue eyes stared into mine as our lips met. I felt his mouth open slightly and my tongue took advantage of the opening to plunge in. At the same time my other hand cupped his young manhood, gently squeezing it. I could feel the warmth of his crotch behind the white cotton fabric of his jockey shorts.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouth for a few moments, and my hand darted underneath the elastic of the leg opening in his shorts. I felt the soft fuzziness of his pubic hair and, as I grabbed his cock, it began to swell. When my index finger stroked that key spot under the tip of his penis, he suddenly pulled his mouth away from mine and sucked in a deep breath.
“Nathan, do you want to quit?” I asked. “It’s okay if you do.” He shook his head. “Are you okay?” I asked, wanting to be sure that he really wanted to continue. He smiled, then reached down to grab his T-shirt. With one quick motion he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. I smiled back at him and lowered my head to his magnificent, hairless chest.
My tongue went to work and I sucked his nipples, gently nibbling them. I pulled my hand from his crotch and used it to rub his stomach, gently exploring the folds of his muscular torso. Finally growing bolder, Nathan reached down to my crotch and began to squeeze me. I was wearing the button fly jeans I liked to wear when I came home from school each day, and I felt him work at the buttons, popping them open one by one.
I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off while he kicked off his shoes. His hard on was evident Inside his sweatpants, and I grabbed the tip of his pole and squeezed. Nathan leaned over me and began to lick my back. I took his cloth-covered rod into my mouth and gummed it, my saliva soaking into the fabric. Meanwhile I reached around behind him and plunged by hands beneath his shorts. His firm young buttocks were waiting, and he moaned when I squeezed them.
Finally, we both sat up, breathing heavily, filled with lust. “Take off your underwear, Nathan,” I commanded. “I want to see you naked.”
He arose, his already-loosened sweats falling to the floor. He pulled them over his feet, then removed both of his white socks. As he stood again, I could see his erection straining against the white fabric prison of his shorts, crying to be free. He slid his delicate young hands beneath the elastic and pushed downward. As it strained past his bulge, his cock sprung forth in all its glory.
As he stepped out of his shorts Nathan stood to face me, fully erect. His cock jutted straight out from his crotch, a large blue vein meandering along its eight-inch length and a clear drop of pre-come oozing from its tip. Underneath hung a ball sack filled with two perfectly-shaped testicles. Surrounding it all was a patch of hair so light blond as to be almost invisible. He was truly magnificent.
It took me little time to lean forward and take him into my mouth. At the first touch of my tongue his entire body shuddered as if electricity were coursing through it. Gently and tenderly, I licked his young erection, figuring that this was the first blow job he had ever had. As I sucked him, I unbuttoned the final button of my jeans and pulled them and my shorts off in one tug. Now naked as well, I knelt in front of Nathan and positioned my hands behind him.
I squeezed his butt while my mouth moved up and down his shaft. My middle finger pushed its way into his crack and found the warmth of his virgin hole. Gently it pushed further, entering him. With my free hand I caressed his balls, squeezing and pulling him ever so slightly to enhance his pleasure. Nathan ran his hands through my own blond hair and took pleasure in fucking my face with his glorious tool.
Suddenly he pulled away, his cock making a popping sound as it withdrew from the grasp of my lips. “What the matter,” I gasped, almost breathless with exertion.
“I’m getting close to coming,” he sighed. “And I want to suck you first.”
Obligingly I sat on the couch and slouched down, spreading my legs. My penis was rock hard and waving invitingly at the young man who wanted to swallow it. Nathan got on his knees between my legs and took me into his mouth. Awkward at first, he quickly adjusted and began to suck me tenderly.
I pulled my legs up onto the couch and motioned for him to get on top of me. Never leaving his oral grip on my rod, he raised himself over me and positioned his glistening sex over my face. I grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled his crotch down into my face, swallowing him once more.
Our sixty-nine lasted for several minutes until I felt him began to groan. I grabbed his balls and could feel his warm flood begin to build. Within moments it gushed from deep within and filled my throat with spray after spray of boy-juice.
His eruption triggered mine and I felt my sperm flood out. He did an admirable job of swallowing most of it and quickly collapsed on top of me. I could feel the perspiration on his chest against my stomach. Slowly I maneuvered to lie beside him and held his sweaty head in my arm.
“How was your first time, Nathan?”
He smiled. “Fantastic. I’m so glad I finally did it.”
“Beating off gets a little old after a while, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. And it’s nothing like this.” We laid there in silence for a few moments, then he asked, “Dr. Adams, did you know I was gay before I told you?”
I smiled at him. “Well, let’s just say I had my suspicions.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Not really, Nathan. But I have a sixth sense about these things that’s pretty accurate. A gay guy can usually tell if another guy’s gay or not.”
“Do you think the guys around school know about me?” he asked, suddenly very child-like.
“I doubt it very much, Nathan. If they did, they’d let you know it—you can be sure of that.”
“I’ve tried so hard to be ‘normal.’ But I’ve never been able to date seriously, I know they talk about that.
“Well, what do you expect? Anyway, I still don’t think they suspect anything.”
We held each other for several minutes, enjoying the warm afterglow of sex. Finally, I broke the silence. “Nathan, if you’d like to come by any time, I’d like to see you.”
He sat up, his eyes wide. “You mean it?” I nodded. “Great,” he smiled. “I’d like that. Will you be home later tonight? I get off work at nine.”
I laughed, brushing his hair with my hand. “Aren’t you the horny one!”
“Well, now that I have a lover, I want to take advantage of every opportunity!”
“Get dressed, Nathan. I’ll see you after nine.”
He arose, his now flaccid cock hanging beautifully between his legs. I laid there naked, watching him cover himself. It was a shame to see such a beautiful body covered with clothing. I cringed as I saw his manhood plunge back into those shorts. What I wouldn’t give to be those shorts right now.
Dressed, Nathan headed for the door. “See you a little after nine,” he smiled.
* * *
At 9:10 p.m. the doorbell rang. I was waiting and answered the door wearing only my bathrobe. It was Nathan. “Hi!” he exclaimed as he bounded in the apartment, obviously eager.
“I’m glad you came back,” I answered and smiled broadly. “I enjoyed our afternoon ‘session’ and looked forward to tonight.”
He looked down at the floor, still a little shy. “Yeah,” he said, almost mumbling. “So did I.”
I opened my arms and he rushed into them. We embraced and kissed deeply. He was as hot—or hotter—than he was this afternoon. As our tongues wrestled, I felt him reach down and pull the tie on my robe. As it parted, he moved his left hand down to my crotch and began to fondle me. It didn’t take me long to get hard under his gentle caress.
Silently, Nathan dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. As he sucked my dick, I let my robe drop to the floor. His blond head bobbed up and down my shaft and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Although I had already come once with him that afternoon and later when I masturbated thinking about our sex, I felt my balls winding up for another load.
Before I could pump my load, I pulled away from him. “Let me undress you, Nathan,” I whispered. He stood and I began to remove his clothing. He wore the uniform of the fast-food place where he worked, and I first removed his striped shirt. That familiar boyish chest sprang out again. I kissed him as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down on the zipper. They slid to the floor.
Kneeling, I untied his tennis shoes and he kicked them off, stepping out of his pants. With one swift tug I pulled down on his jockey shorts and they, too, fell to the floor. Standing, we embraced again. I felt his semi-erect cock press against my still-wet hard-on. “Come on,” I whispered. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
We fell onto my bed, our hands busily exploring each other’s body. I began to kiss him, starting at the neck and moving down. My tongue traced a glistening trail down his chest to his crotch. Soon his pubic hair was matted with my saliva. “Turn over,” I gasped, “and get on your knees.”
I watched as he did this, and when he lifted his fine young ass, his cheeks parted exposing the puckered rosebud of his virgin hole. I buried my face in his butt, licking that beautiful crack before plunging my tongue into his hole. Soon his ass was wet and well lubed, and I made my move.
I spread Nathan’s legs slightly and knelt behind him. “Relax,” I whispered as I rolled a condom on my quivering sex. “You’ll feel a little pressure but don’t resist it and it won’t hurt.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.
“I’m going to fuck you, Nathan,” I said as I grabbed my hard rod and positioned it for the assault. Gently I pushed, and he slowly yielded to me. I felt the tip of my cock pass through his anus and into his gut. As I slid in, he instinctively clamped down on my shaft. “God, Nathan, you do that so well!” I exclaimed. It was everything I could do not to explode right there.
As I fucked him, he gyrated his hips, seeming to know what would bring me pleasure. “Lie down flat,” I gasped. And we sank to the bed. I nuzzled his neck, putting my left hand under him against his chest and moving my right hand down to his crotch. As I humped him, I played with his erection and his tits. “Come inside me,” he gasped, and, with a cry of delight, I obliged, sending wave after wave of jism into the tip of my condom. My orgasm was so powerful that I almost fainted. Although I enjoyed fucking the other boys I had known, my union with Nathan that evening was more than just a good fuck—it was almost spiritual.
Finally spent, I pulled out of his warm hole and rolled over. My now flaccid cock flopped to the side, glistening with the remains of my shower of sperm. Nathan turned over and snuggled up against me. “What’s this?” he asked as he pulled on my spent condom. It slipped off in his hand and as he examined it, he began to blush. “Oh! Yeah.”
I stroked his face as he played with himself, rubbing my rubber against his erection. “It’s important to protect yourself, Nathan,” I whispered. “Would you like to fuck me?” I asked. He nodded; his blue eyes filled with lust.
I gave him his own condom and pulled my bed pillows under my ass, lifting it high enough that he could kneel between my legs and enter me. After helping Nathan roll on his latex sleeve, he crawled between my legs and began to lick my balls. God, could that boy use his tongue! Soon I felt him sucking my ass, filling it with his spit. Then he knelt, ready for his first plunge.
I put my legs up on his shoulders and he pushed his erection against my hole. It opened to receive him, and as he slipped inside of me, I felt him shudder. Holding on to my legs, he began his hip thrusts, pounding in and out. The glazed look on his face told me he was in his own special nirvana at this point, and I said nothing but laid there watching him enjoy fucking me.
It wasn’t long until I heard him cry out and felt the familiar pumping of an engorged penis releasing its flood of come into the rubber bubble. Nathan fell forward on top of me, still pumping his load. He spilled his last few drops with his head lying on my chest. I ran my hand through his hair; it was wet with the perspiration of his exertion.
In moments it was over, and I felt his shrinking cock slip out of me. I pulled him up beside me, and we laid there several minutes not talking but just stroking each other.
“God,” he finally said. “I wish I had started having sex a long time ago. It’s so great.”
“You’ll make up for time lost, I assure you,” I said.
“Can I come over after work every night?” he asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. “You can come by any time you want,” I replied. He grinned his beautiful smile.
We showered together, managing to spill another load each as we jacked each other off. I had lost track of how many times I came that day; but it didn’t matter. Nathan made me so hot I could have come a hundred times.
As he got dressed, I thanked my lucky stars that our paths had crossed.
* * *
The next day I was correcting papers in my private office when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I called out. And the door swung open to reveal Nathan. He was wearing a striped polo shirt, jeans, and his ubiquitous running shoes. He carried a pile of books in one hand, which were strategically covering his crotch.
“Nathan! Hi! What’s up?” I asked affectionately.
He closed the door and put his books on my desk, revealing the reason he carried them so—behind his jeans was an enormous bulge. “Me,” he answered. “I’ve been thinking about last night all morning and I’m so horny I could spit,” he replied.
“Well, we need to take care of that, don’t we!” I smiled. He nodded and locked the door of my office. Still sitting, I reached over and pulled him to me. Lifting his shirt, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them and his shorts down in one tug. They crumpled to the floor as his erection popped out.
I gave him a blow job that was even better than the night before, and it didn’t take long until his cream flooded down my hungry throat. When he withdrew from my mouth, his cock flopped down against his balls. I turned him around and pushed him down onto the desk. Quickly I dropped my pants and, reaching into my desk, pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant. In a few seconds I had greased his hole and my now-hard covered cock, and I plunged inside of his familiar boy hole.
As I fucked him, I lifted him up. He tilted his head back against my shoulder, his left arm raised up behind my head. My assault on his ass hardened him again, and he jacked off as I fucked. Within minutes he was spraying another load all over the floor, which triggered my orgasm. I pumped another large load into him and, as I finished my job, the bell rang.
“Got to get to class,” he murmured, bending over to lift his pants and tuck himself in.
“Do you feel better, Nathan?” I asked, knowing the answer to my question. He smiled. “Yeah. Lots.”
We fell into a comfortable pattern of sex. For the next several weeks every morning he would stop by my office during the break between morning classes and I would suck him off. Then he’d come by at lunch and I’d fuck him. After classes in the afternoon, I’d meet him again and let him fuck me. Then he’d stop by my apartment after work, and we’d make love until we collapsed in each other’s arms and fell asleep. Although I was in my late thirties and such frequent sex exhausted me, it also enlivened me and made me remember what it was like to be a horny eighteen-year-old.
But, as one would expect, Nathan’s liberation from his oppressed background soon led him to explore the possibilities with boys his own age. Eventually he came by my office and my apartment less and, finally, told me that he had found a “friend” with whom he was spending his time.
It was sad to lose Nathan to a younger man, but I was content in the knowledge that he was an experienced lover because of me and I wished him and his new boyfriend all the happiness—and lust—in the world. Now I would have to scope out another freshman.
