I’ve lurked on this site for years. Never posted. But last year’s adventure with my young lover pushed me. That thrill of exposing my dirty secret. It started autumn 2010. I’m a fit 50-something prof in Paris. Slim, 180cm, buzzed hair hiding bald spots. Divorced dad, bi since forever. Teasing lovers and cocks alike.
Directed student research. Nicolas picked Charlus from Proust. Tall, slim, black hair, blue-green eyes behind oval glasses. 22 maybe. Saw him with his girl in halls. His project dove into gay codes. I sensed his turmoil. Pushed him weekly by spring. Made him read explicit passages aloud. Gide, Genet. Watched him blush, bulge. Ambiguous vibes thickened. My cock twitched at his confusion.
The Awakening
Mid-May. End of term looming. Couldn’t waste my work. Canceled office meet. Invited him home instead. He shows at 2pm. Jeans, polo, barefoot. Shocks him. Sits him on my big couch. Coffee. I sit close. Show Cocteau erotic drawings. Naked ephebes, huge cocks, hairy balls. Mutual wanks, sucks, fucks. He squirms. Cheeks red. Throat clears. Crotch swells.
‘These trouble you?’ ‘Yeah… explicit.’ ‘What? Their cocks? Pleasure? Shame?’ Hand on his thigh. Firm muscle. ‘Shame’s part of the fun. Let go.’ Push him back. Half-reclined. Massage chest. Hand creeps to bulge. Grip his half-hard dick through pants. He sighs. Mine.
‘Fuck, you boner like a fag.’ ‘Yeah, love my prof touching me.’ Explore. Unzip. Fish out hot, throbbing cock. Thick, veiny, rustic on his pretty boy. Skin back. Stroke slow. Balls heavy. He moans. Bites lip. Stop before he blows. ‘Strip.’ Naked. Kiss neck. Guide his hand to my bulge. He strokes. Bold now. ‘Want my cock?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Beg.’ ‘Show me your cock, sir.’ Undress me. Both hard, exposed.
Kiss deep. Tongue wild. Fingers rim his hole. Groans into my mouth. Too close. Lay back. He jerks me, eyes glued. ‘Suck it, slut.’ Kneels. Licks thighs, balls, shaft. ‘Lick my fag cock.’ Mouth engulfs. Sloppy, eager. Student turns whore.
The Act
Flip him. Cocks rub. Electric. ‘Love your fat dick on my slut cock.’ Grip both. Stroke. Kiss tender. Suck his tits. Nipples surprise him. Down to belly. Swallow his meat. Hips buck. Hold chest. Tongue works. Cries out. Fingers dig skull. Blasts cum on lips, abs, couch. Barbarian roars. Spurts, spasms.
Collapsed, sticky. Juice. Shower. He soaps me. Jerks, licks. Kneels, sucks again. Want more. ‘Gonna fuck your ass.’ Dry quick. Bedroom. Suck him hard. Rim ass. ‘Love tongue on my pedo hole?’ ‘Yes.’ Lube finger. In. ‘Hurts? Humiliating? Filled?’ Two fingers. He sucks me frantic.
Pillow under. Legs wide. ‘Want prof’s fat cock?’ ‘Fuck me, wreck my slut ass.’ Press in. Tight ring fights. Pops. Cries pain-pleasure. Holds still. He pulls knees to chest. ‘All in.’ Grip hips. Deep. Hot, ribbed. Balls slap. Eyes lock. Total surrender.
‘Doggy, bitch.’ Cams high. Slam home. ‘Fuck me harder, prof!’ Jerks furious. Cums screaming. Ass milks me. Balls tighten. ‘Gonna flood you.’ Squeezes nuts. Explode deep. Shakes. Hold tight.
Sweaty heap. Exhausted. Intense peak. He’s still my student. Girlfriend intact. We meet secret. Probing male lusts endless.