Educating David Chapter 7
This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the seventh chapter of a longer piece outlining how I learnt about gay sex whilst an undergraduate in the 1970s. I'd be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is zlatyblbec@yahoo.com
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We came pretty much at the same time. As our legs were pushed against each other I could feel his orgasm build and then explode, and it did seem intense although second time around there wasn't much semen to add to the many loads he'd shot into his jockstrap since the start of the season in October. I, on the other hand, came buckets. Seven or eight good spurts, plus another couple to finish me off. As I came I looked down into the pool of spunk I was adding to, and it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life so far.
As I began to think of other things one thing that came into my head was that I was pretty sure Warren would be happy with my old jockstrap that he'd promised to swap for a new one.
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Our house was on the way back to campus, so I managed to persuade the coach driver to drop me off at the door. No one was home, but as Warren was coming to pick me up soon afterwards I didn't go round the house on a spying mission – I just packed my rucksack for the next four weeks and made myself a coffee while I waited for Warren.
As I'd told people I was staying at Warren's for a while to help with the swimming sessions I thought it was a plausible cover if anyone questioned why I was being picked up by an aged gentleman, but any explanation wasn't necessary since no one was around.
The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it. I opened the door to find Warren standing there, a smile on his face, dressed in a polo shirt and shorts. My heart began to flutter at his beauty. How I loved this man!
"I'm a little early', was the first thing he said. "Hope you don't mind."
I let him into the house and closed the door behind him. He looked all around taking in the entrance hall and the stairs directly in front of him. I couldn't resist putting my arms around him and landing a kiss directly on his lips. He immediately wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close, his tongue slipping between my lips.
I pushed my hand down the back of his shorts and brushed the crack at the top of his bum with my fingers. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which I found very hot. My hand reached down further until my palm was cupping his buttock, which I squeezed very gently. With my other hand I reached around to his front and began to rub the outline of his penis. I pulled down his zip and my hand ventured inside, rubbing across Warren's smooth pubic area and moving down to his shaft and the head beyond.
Then I came to my senses! "Shit!" I said, and quickly removed my hand. "I was forgetting where we are!"
"Anyone home?"
"No, but someone could be back at any time". I was so used to Warren and I undressing each other in his hallway as soon as the front door to his cottage closed that I quite forgotten where I was.
"Pity", Warren replied. "I was enjoying that!"
I gave him a peck on the lips. "Let's go and get my stuff." I led him up the stairs to my room at the end of the corridor. My rucksack and my sports bag were next to each other on my bed.
"Nice room", Warren said, looking around the space I shared with William. "From what you'd said I thought it'd be much smaller." He moved to the door, gently closed it, and then turned back to face me. "Private now", he whispered.
It only took a split second before I was in front of him, tugging his polo shirt over his head, and unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles. Wrapping my arms around him I placed my lips on his, pushed my tongue between them and started to snog him.
Warren was clearly as turned on as I was, and his dick sprang to attention as my hands slowly made their way from his shoulders down his back to his backside. He broke the kiss. "You sure?" he whispered.
I wasn't entirely, but my teenage lust was taking over and have to admit that the tiny chance that we'd be discovered added even more sexual excitement to what we were doing. I pulled back from him and stripped myself in double quick time. The idea of having sex with my aged lover, here in my student room, had given me a huge hard-on. Looking down I grabbed the end of my bed, which was next to the door, and moved it slightly across the doorframe so that it would inhibit anyone's attempt to open it.
Then I led Warren to the other side of the room, and on to William's bed. The bed had been stripped before William had left for the holidays, of course, but he'd placed the woollen blanket tidily on top. We sat together, naked and with our backs to the wall like William and I had done on several occasions, and began to caress each other.
For a lusty teenager sexual activity is an essential of life, and is normally very pleasurable. But sex with someone you truly love takes everything to several planes above that, and as my naked body rubbed against Warren's I was in a higher place. I felt as if my whole body was melting.
I kissed Warren's neck, then repositioned myself onto my knees and began to work my way down his body. I licked each of his nipples in turn, which elicited a deep sigh and groans from my man, then continued down his belly where I rimmed his navel with my tongue before licking between his legs and his pubic mound. Warren was a fastidiously clean person, but there was still a hint of man musk between his legs and I inhaled deeply to savour it as I licked left then right then left again. I could feel his rock hard dick at the side of my ear and moved my head gently to caress it. Eventually I felt my ear become wet and sticky from the precum leaking from Warren's penis.
I moved down further and licked the end of his prick like a lollipop, teasing more seminal fluid out of his cock slit. I felt his cock twitch with excitement, and his hands moved to my head and started to stroke my hair.
"You better stop", he panted. "I don't want to come yet – we've got a whole night ahead of us and at my age I can't recover as quickly as you can!"
I reached up and tweaked his nipple with my hand, took a last couple of licks from his cock then moved back up to sit alongside him.
I was so hard that my foreskin was totally back and my knobhead fully exposed. He reached down and took my prick in his hand, and slowly rubbed the fluid that was leaking from it around the purple head which resulted in a flood of the stuff coating my glans.
He continued to gently play with me, his experienced hands focused on giving me intense pleasure rather than jerking me to a climax. We both understood that there'd be plenty of opportunities for that over the coming hours.
"How was this afternoon"?
In the heat of our passion I'd forgotten all about the wanking on the coach, and the cum filled jockstrap that was in my sports bag. I began to relay to Warren the story of the afternoon, relishing the memories of my fellow forwards all wanking into my jock strap and of sitting next to Gerard, and how he'd taken several opportunities to run his spunky fingers along my cock.
"He sounds like one to watch", said Warren.
"Sadly he'll be leaving at the end of the year, and I don't know if I'll see him much in the summer term as there won't be any more games or even training."
"Ask him for a game of squash!" Warren leaned over and kissed me.
I got up, went to my own bed and opened up my sports bag to retrieve the soiled jockstrap. I returned to Warren and presented it to him.
Warren opened it up and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Wow!" he gasped. "I mean – wow! This must be the most erotic piece of spunked-in underwear that I've ever seen – and over the years I've lost count of the amount I've had the pleasure of!"
He held the jockstrap to his nose, taking in the strong smell of semen from the crotch. Then he held it at a distance and examined it closely. "Soooo – eight forwards plus one load from Gerard", he said. "Nine loads. Seems like more. Clearly I'd forgotten how much young men in their prime can produce."
He put his tongue into the pouch and lapped up a good mouthful of the combined loads. Closing his eyes he leant back and began to savour the taste of the liquid, as one would do with a fine wine. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath through his nose, then turned to me and kissed me again, slipping his tongue between my lips. Once the passage into my mouth had been breached I quickly tasted semen as Warren shared the contents of his mouth with me. There was a lot of spunk in my jockstrap, and Warren had taken a really good mouthful so there was plenty for both of us! His tongue reached deep into my mouth and began to move the semen around it. I tried to do the same to him. As we kissed we pulled each other together more closely, and our dicks touched. I couldn't resist grinding my hips to frot my penis against his, becoming ever more excited by the tingling I was feeling.
Warren reached for the jockstrap which had been discarded on the mattress and dipped his hand into the pool of spunk that still remained. He then used that as lube on my rock hard cock as he wanked me. He used his left hand to pull the skin on my shaft right back onto my balls which exposed the head of my cock as if I'd got a really high and tight circumcision, and then wrapped his semen filled fist around the top of my dick and began to slowly stimulate the area. As his hand moved up and down he flexed his grip from very gentle to quite firm, sometimes his palm feeling almost featherlight as it slid over the soft, spunk coated skin of my penis, sometimes stopping and giving me a few firm pulsing tugs.
As Warren worked away at my cock I continued to kiss him deeply and caressed his ears and the back of his head with my fingertips. I felt my buttocks clench together and I tried to pulse my crotch into his hands. I was groaning deeply – growling right down in my throat. My whole body was ready to melt – I don't think there was a square inch of skin that wouldn't have felt erotic if it had been stroked or kissed or licked. I was in heaven.
"Ready to come yet?" Warren's voice was a mere whisper.
I didn't answer – I just started shooting all over Warren's hands and belly and the top of his legs. I'd come on the coach less than an hour before, but Warren had worked me so expertly that I was able to blow another fountain. He caught some of my load in his palm and added it to the semen from the jockstrap which he'd been using on my cock and continued his work with renewed slipperiness. The whole of my pubic area was now a deliciously slimy mess, and as I came down from my orgasm the sensitivity I felt made Warren's ministrations wonderfully painful. I tried to pull away but he kept rubbing and squeezing with one hand, whilst he let go of the base of my cock which he'd still been pulling down with the other and wrapped his arm over my back to prevent me from pulling away.
"Relax", he said softly. "Ride with it." Then he flattened his palm against my pubic mound and began gently to rub all around the area – through my pubic hair, between my legs, back onto my now deflating cock head (although it still made me jerk a little and I think a bit more spunk worked its way out), and under my balls. I must have shot a huge amount of cum because by the time he'd finished the whole of that part of my body was absolutely covered.
Eventually Warren stopped. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then pulled away. He had a really cheeky grin on his face – more suitable to a schoolboy than a pensioner! "Enjoy that?"
I leant forward, put both my arms around him and embraced him in a tight hug. "Fucking amazing", I replied.
For a while we sat quietly side by side, stroking each other gently while I began to retreat into a lovely post orgasmic drowsiness.
"Come on! There'll be plenty of time for snoozing later on!" Warren reached down and tickled me just below the ribs. As I tried to fight back he moved his right leg over me and I ended up being straddled by this lovely man. He reached down and kissed me again. "You really are beautiful, you know," he whispered, and his weight dropped down onto me so that our bellies and dicks came together.
We kissed for a few minutes and then Warren moved off me and said it was time to dress and make tracks.
"Care to wear your jock strap for one last time?" Warren asked, a mischievous grin on his face? "Still nice and wet from your friends' messes!"
I reached over, picked up the grimy, semen caked garment and without thinking raised it to my nose. It had a lovely, almost biscuity, smell. It was hard to believe that little over an hour earlier eight of my teammates (plus myself) had each carried out one of the most basic male acts and had then used this item to catch their end results. I stood up, put my feet through the leg straps, then dragged the support into position. All around my cock was a sticky mess now – Warren had rubbed my cum round my cock and the top of my legs, and while we'd cuddled it'd started to become a bit tacky. When the gusset of the jockstrap was in position over my cock I rubbed it around my dick and balls, the remains of everyone's spunk making my pubic region wet and slippery once more.
"How about you wear my pants?" I suggested to Warren, and grabbed them out of my jeans and handed the white Y-fronts to him.
Like me the first thing he did was to sniff them. "Beautiful!" he whispered and then took another deep sniff. "Absolutely beautiful." He stood and put them on.
"Men smell," he said as he started to get dressed. "Sometimes that smell is quite unpleasant, but often it's divine – better than any cologne you can buy. Your underpants are just perfect." He looked at me. "How many days have you been wearing them?"
I blushed. My mum had always been insistent that I should wear a clean pair every day, but that had gone by the wayside much of the time since I'd left home. "This is the third day," I said in a somewhat sheepish voice.
"That's just about the sweet spot. Fresh out of the draw are so sterile and uninteresting. But for normal everyday use by the third day you've managed to vanquish the smell of washing powder and replace it with beautiful man musk."
When we were both dressed I took a final look around the room to check there were no tell tale signs of what had just taken place. I straightened the blanket on William's bed and moved the frame of my own back to its usual position so that the door could be opened.
Warren grabbed one of my bags and I the other, and we made our ways down the stairs and out and into Warren's car. I was going to stay at Warren's until the following weekend before heading home for Easter, so I was going to spend the next 10 nights in his bed. I could hardly believe it!