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Educating Ken

By: SixtyMinuteMan



Big thanks to Melanie and Krista for their help, both creative and editorial, with this story. And thanks as ever to goddess9991 for her fine editing.

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"Hey, you alright?" said a voice from behind me. I recognized it as belonging to Nic, the younger and more obviously gay of the partners who owned the little seaside B&B on whose back patio I was presently sulking.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said. "Or I will be."

"Don't kid a kidder, boyo," he said in a gently amused tone, coming around to sit by me on the padded, loveseat-sized bench. I glanced at him, taking in the blue eyes and attractive face and feeling once again a slight bit of amazement at the fact that "attractive" even crossed my mind. It was still only a few weeks since the first time any man had registered in that way for me, at least in any conscious sense.

"No, really," I insisted. "I'll be okay. I've got wine and a book and this awesome view. I'll be fine."

"Tell you a secret," he said, smiling and leaning toward me slightly. "When someone says 'I will be fine' or 'I will be okay', it means they're not. You can chase straight guys off with that, but that's because they don't really want to hear the answer anyway."

"Ah," I said, returning his smile. "Whereas gay guys..."

"Are genuinely interested." The smile faded into a more serious interest. "I saw your boyfriend leave. Generally when half of a couple takes off three hours after check-in, that's a bad sign."

"Guess it would be."

"Is he coming back?"

"No. No chance. Takes Michael at least a few days to get over being mad. Even if he's inclined to get past this, it'll be too late for us."

"Too late for this weekend, you mean?"

"No, I wish." I paused a second before elaborating. "We're in the Navy. He's on his way to Great Lakes, has to be there Monday. That's why we looked so hard for a gay-friendly place to stay. We didn't want to look over our shoulders, you know? This weekend was our last together no matter what, it just ended way too soon."

"I know what that's like." At my questioning glance, he smiled and added, "Jon was a colonel in the Army. I'm an Army wife, or I was."

"Ah. God, that must have been just incredibly tough."

"It was. Fortunately I didn't meet him until he was almost ready to retire. No way we could have made it for years and years without outing him. That's why he stayed single so long, he knew short affairs were a lot easier to hide than long relationships."

"I guess they would be, yeah. Hadn't even thought of that."

"Hard to be gay in the service." He grinned. "No pun intended. How long until you see him again?"

"Don't know that I will." I knew I'd never get away with leaving it there, so I went on, slowly, trying to formulate my thoughts as I gave them voice. "We were... finite. This was never a romance aiming for forever. We knew we had up until he left and that was it."

"You both knew that? Or just you?"

"Both. Hell, he's the one that couldn't stop saying it. 'We're just friends, Ken. It's just sex, Ken. Shh, don't say you love me, Ken. Not even in bed.' And he was right. We knew from day one exactly how long we had. It would be stupid for us to get all Romeo and Juliet about this."

"But you did?" he asked sympathetically.

"Well..." Suddenly the energy that had left with Michael was back. I stood up, started to pace, realized I was doing it, and anchored myself by leaning my butt on the patio rail. "That's just it. No. We didn't. Or anyway I didn't. And I didn't have a clue that he had, either. It was all light and happy and fun, then all the sudden he's talking about love and need and saying we should come out so we'd get discharged. We went from friends with benefits to lovers with bad chicken dinners in a heartbeat."

"Bad chicken dinners?"

"Sorry. Bad Conduct Discharges, BCDs. It's what they give you for coming out. Bad chicken dinner is the slang. Everything's got slang in the Navy."

He grinned at that, and there was a moment's silence.

"How long were you together?" he finally asked, I think just to keep the conversation from stalling.

"Six or eight weeks, I guess," I said with a shrug. "Depends on when you start counting. We recognized the attraction in boot camp, but we couldn't really do anything about it until after."

"Wow," he said gravely. "Six or eight weeks. No wonder you're sitting out here like a heartbroken Montague."

"Shut up," I laughed. "I thought you came out here to cheer me up."

"Why on earth would you think that?" he said with exaggerated scorn. "I'm just making sure you don't slash your wrists on the new furniture."

"Oh, nice," I said.

"Yeah, I'm sweet like that." Smiling, he stood and stepped toward the path down to the beach. "Come on. As nicely as you decorate this patio, it's bad karma to let the pretty young guests be all lonely and blue. Walk with me. I'll tell you lots of juicy gossip about the other guests."

"Pretty," I said as I joined him. "Uh huh. Now it's getting deep."

"Oh, you know you're gorgeous, stop fishing for compliments."

I smirked wryly and didn't answer. After a second he laughed.

"You don't, do you?" he said. "You've got to be kidding me. Every fag you've ever met must have tried to get in those jeans."

"Now see, this is how you cheer someone up."

He laughed and briefly put an arm around my waist.

"Pretty boy, when you come down for breakfast tomorrow I'm going to parade you past every man in the inn. You watch them watch you, and then tell me I'm just trying to cheer you up."

My face felt hot, and after a second I gently pushed him away.

"Stop it," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. "Michael's the good-looking one."

"He's cute, yeah, but he doesn't have your body. Seriously, I'm not flattering you. You're hot. All fresh-faced and cute and built like a dream. Hang out with the other guests and every bottom will keep both hands on his top at all times."

Now I laughed, and when he slid the arm around my waist again I didn't protest. He didn't leave it there long and it seemed more of a friendly gesture than a move, but it did a good job of reinforcing his compliments. We walked in silence for a moment, watching the waves roll up to the nearly-deserted beach.

"Okay," I finally said. "Explain the top and bottom thing. I mean, is it usual in gay relationships for one person to always be dominant? Seems weird."

"Wow, you really are new at this."

"Michael was my first boyfriend, or whatever term I should use. I didn't even know I could be attracted to men until him."

"So you made it to... what are you, eighteen?... without knowing you like boys? I can't even imagine."

"Well, I like girls too," I said with a shrug. "Maybe that's why."

"Because you could date without confronting any tough fundamental questions about who you are? Makes sense. Might even make enough sense that you could convince yourself you liked girls specifically to avoid those questions."

I about half-understood him, but I didn't ask him to explain. My mood wasn't exactly primed for deep questions.

"To answer your question," he said, "it depends on the relationship. Some couples are very much like a stereotypical nineteen-fifties husband and wife. Some are equal partners in and out of bed. Most fall somewhere in between. Jon is very much the dominant half of our relationship, especially at night, but I do assert myself when I want to."

"So it's not just a sexual term," I said.

"Well, most of the time it's used that way, even if it's teasing. There's definitely a sexual connotation, I wouldn't just use it in any old circumstance."

"Okay." There was another moment of silence. "So why'd you say the bottoms would grab their tops? Do I seem like a bottom?"

"Alright," he said with a laugh, slipping his arm around my waist again. "Being queer, lesson one: Relax. I wasn't calling your manhood into question. You're very young, you have a hot body, and you seem to be as innocent as you look. Any fag on earth would want to fuck you."

The obscenity, dropped so casually after our more circumspect talk, made me laugh. Which of course was his intent, he smiled broadly.

"Do I gather you did all the topping with your friend?" he asked.

"We didn't get that far. I mean, assuming you mean fucking. We were maybe going to try that this weekend."

"After all those weeks together?" he teased.

"Well," I said with an embarrassed laugh, "we were only able to get off base about four times. Our entire sex life was like a dozen oral exchanges and some making out."

"Wow, no wonder you still have that new fag smell. Straight off the showroom floor."

"Great," I laughed. "Here come the test-drive jokes."

The arm around my waist tightened and Nic pointed at me with his free hand.

"Hey," he said threateningly. "No stepping on my smooth lines. Cock-blocker."

I laughed harder at the implication of the wisecrack than at the crack itself, which his mischievous little grin said he knew.

The rest of our walk was more of the same. He kept me laughing pretty steadily, and while nothing completely pushes a breakup out of your mind two hours after it happens, at least I wasn't just dwelling on Michael. By the time we got back maybe twenty minutes later my mood was pretty good, and when Nic finally excused himself to tend his other guests I sat down with my book in a much better frame of mind.

The truth is, I wasn't heartbroken. Maybe I was trying to talk myself into some heartbreak because I was eighteen and everything is supposed to be dramatic at that age, but in the end I was more disappointed in and for Michael than I was personally distraught. There was sadness for my friend's angst, but it was tempered by my irritation that he'd spent so much time saying one thing and apparently feeling another. And further mitigated by the knowledge that, being Michael, he'd have someone else five minutes after he got off the plane at Great Lakes. As the afternoon wore into evening I spent more time grinning about my conversation with Nic than I did pining for lost love, and Nic had no trouble making me laugh every time he had a second to say hi.

There was a break for dinner and another for splashing in the surf, but otherwise I just hung out on the patio or in my room with the french doors open to the patio until well after dark. That's where Nic found me when his day's work was done; sitting in the chair by the bed, finishing my book. I looked up when he tapped on the open door.

"Hey," he said, holding up a bottle of wine. "Jon says being in the service means you're old enough for more complimentary swill. Come out and share this with me."

"Right on."

There was no breakup-angst to the conversation this time. It started out light and laughing and quickly moved into flirtatious, Nic sitting close to me on the same bench as earlier and finding a lot of excuses to touch me and a lot of opportunities to compliment me.

At first I thought the flirtation was harmless, just a way to have some laughs and make me feel better. After all, his partner, Jon, was right inside the inn. I didn't catch on that there was maybe something more to it until Jon came out to join us.

While Nic's slim build, dark hair, and blue eyes were attractive to me in the same non-threatening way that Michael was, Jon was a different matter altogether. For one thing, he was big. I'm around five-ten and at the time of this story somewhere in the 140-150lb range, a fighter working my way up from the lower weight classes to the middle ones. Jon was well over six feet and much heavier, all of it muscle. He was dark-haired, bearded, tanned, very confident and very handsome, but it wasn't the size and the rugged attractiveness that really set him apart. It was the obvious "top" vibe he gave off. I wouldn't have admitted it, but he scared the hell out of me. There wouldn't be any slow, mutual exploration with this man. Spend time alone with him and all one's same-sex questions would be answered rather quickly.

"Don't let me interrupt," said Jon as he reached us. "I just wanted to offer you a handshake and some encouragement, Ken. Takes a lot of courage to accept your homosexuality at your age. And bonus points for being willing to face it while you're in the service."

He shook my hand, paused to kiss Nic, set another bottle of wine by our nearly empty one, and turned to lean his butt on the patio railing in front of us.

"Thanks," I said. "And it's bisexuality, actually."

"Half points, then," he said with a brilliant smile. "You get the rest when you realize there's no such thing."

Even at eighteen I realized the stupidity of that position. I also realized the futility of arguing it, it's one of those things that always turns into something heated and nobody's mind ever gets changed.

"Be that as it may," I said, answering his smile, "I appreciate the hospitality. And the wine. Especially the wine."

They both laughed at that, but after a moment Nic put a hand on my chest.

"Seriously," he said. "Even if it wasn't true love, we feel bad that your relationship ended that way. We'd be more than happy to make sure you're entertained this weekend, free of charge. I'm an excellent tour guide."

"Thanks," I said. "You've already been great. Let's see how I feel in the morning. I may bury that bottle of wine and be too hung over to do any touristing."

More laughter, and the hand came out to touch my chest again.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" said Nic. "I guess I'll just have to share that bottle with you in the name of being a good host."

"And not at all in the name of continuing to touch your hot little body," said Jon with another of his brilliant smiles. "Remember, Nic, it's two bottles of wine before you start feeling up the pretty guests."

"Oh, right," laughed Nic. "I always forget that rule."

I laughed along as he pulled his hand back. After a second Jon winked at me.

"Alright," he said. "One of us has to be functional in the morning. You girls enjoy the wine, I'm going to read a little before bed."

He kissed Nic again as he went by, and I caught the conspiratorial look they exchanged.

Now, I may have been young and naïve, but even at eighteen I wasn't so dense I didn't realize Nic had just gotten Jon's blessing to put the moves on me. Without the wine and without the breakup, maybe I'd have made my excuses and headed for bed. As it was... well... I didn't.

We passed some time in idle chitchat about their inn and the town and my experience so far in the service. Nic was very eager to tell me about his lover's success in the macho, "straight" world of the military, and he regaled me at some length.

"So," I finally said, interrupting the flow of half-understood service stories, "how long have you two been together?"

"About five years. Depends on how you count together, we fooled around for a while before we really became partners. Took us a while to see that the age gap wasn't reason to be apart."

"How much older is he?" 

"Almost fifteen years. I'm thirty-two, he's forty-six."

"Doesn't that... I mean, that's a lot of years." Tact wasn't something I understood at eighteen. You're shocked, I know.

"Oh, sweetie, it's hard enough to find someone you really love without worrying about who gets old first. People get way too hung up on age. If I have twenty-five great years with Jon and then spend ten years seducing the guests while he watches, I'll call that a wonderful life."

I nodded thoughtfully, then broke into another grin.

"Seducing the guests while he watches?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he said with a playful smile. "Jon loves to watch."

"Oh, hey," I said, looking around as if surprised. "Would you look at that? I seem to be in the deep end, here."

That got a big laugh, after which he'd somehow managed to edge closer to me. One of his arms was behind me now, and his other hand had moved from my chest to my thigh. I don't know if it makes me a slut, but I never even thought of stopping him. He was great-looking and funny and pretty smooth, and spending at least some of my night with him sounded a lot better than spending it alone.

"Oh, no, pretty boy," he whispered. "This is the shallow end. The deep end is watching us from right over there."

Jon could see us from his chair just inside the French doors to their room, a fact of which I was already keenly aware. Definitely a new scene for me, but just as definitely a turn on.

"And you know what he really likes to watch?" Nic went on. "Boys kissing."

We were both grinning as we came together. Kissing boys was still very new to me, but he was damned good at it. His tongue was practiced and facile, moving in and out of my mouth with quick, teasing movements that encouraged me to return the kiss with energy to match his. I'm not sure how long it went on, but by the time we pulled apart we were both breathing hard and I had that awesome, intense, almost high feeling that comes with a great make out session. My face was hot, my head buzzing, and every nerve ending in my body was on high alert.

I laughed when he finally pulled back far enough to tug my shirt up over my head. Our hands had been getting increasingly free for a while, but I hadn't noticed until just then that he'd managed to undo the fly of my shorts.

"What are you laughing at, sexy?" he whispered, his voice thick. I only saw his pretty smile for a second because he took immediate advantage of the increase in available skin, kissing my collar and the top of my chest and running his hands over my torso.

"The realization that I'm a total slut," I said with a laugh. "Couple minutes of chat, couple minutes of kissing, and there go my clothes."

"Mm, you should have been around in the seventies. This would have counted as a lengthy courtship."

"Sorry I missed that."

"More than you'll ever know." His grin was wicked, the more so because he hadn't slowed the pace of his explorations in the slightest. One of his hands presently slid into my shorts, and he let out a wicked little chuckle as it found my cock.  

"Ooooh," he sighed. "Okay, we're keeping you. I've always wanted a houseboy."

I started to answer, but as my rock-hard cock came free his hand slid up over the head and I gasped involuntarily. Nic laughed again and kissed me deeply, and all glib remarks were forgotten a moment later as he started kissing his way down my body. By the time he tugged my shorts off and slid to his knees in front of me I was going nuts, my hands in his hair and my hips thrusting upward in search of his mouth.

"Slowly, sexy boy," he whispered. "Just relax, I'll get you there. Let me enjoy this body you've worked so hard on."

Laughing again, I tried to relax. It wasn't easy. Nic kissed his way around my lower body, telling me how much he dug my well-developed abs and my lean hips and my strong thighs. My erection never wavered, and it made him laugh several times by jumping when he found a sensitive spot. He finally caught it when it jumped up and bumped the side of his face as he licked the hollow in front of my left hip.

"I think your cock is going to knock me out if I don't tend to it soon," he said. "It's like a hot-spot detector, I could map everywhere you like to be kissed just by watching it jump."

My laugh turned into a groan as he finally took me in his mouth. Not that he had any intention of just sucking me off. He worked me over like an expert, sucking me deeply for a while, then kissing and licking his way up and down my shaft and gently sucking my balls when he sensed me getting close. Where Michael had sucked me with a fierce, desperate need, Nic's joy and lust were combined with experience. He had me bucking my hips and moaning steadily by the time he finally decided to finish me, and when he at last settled in with rhythm and clear intent I almost screamed with relief.


Educating Ken Ch. 02: Ski Trip



I owe massive thanks to Melanie for her input on this one. And thanks as ever to my editor, goddess9991. She seems to be doing a good job fooling some of you into thinking I can actually write.

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I was chilling in my room at the barracks, all caught up on my classwork and passing the evening with a book, when Nicolas and Jon called. The call was more than welcome, I'd been thinking about them a lot since our weekend together. And not just because of the sex. They're the beautiful gay couple who'd truly initiated me into same-sex loving, I'll always carry good feelings for them.

Seemed they'd been thinking about me, as well. The call was to invite me along on a ski trip with their friends, and they were pretty excited by the idea. Sounded good to me, too, except for one small problem.

"I don't have skis," I said, interrupting Nic's gushing enthusiasm. "And I barely know how to use them anyway."

"We'll rent you some," Jon answered. "And that's what the bunny slope is for, bunny."

"Besides," said Nic with a laugh,"what makes you think you'll be out of bed for two consecutive hours?"

"Well," I laughed in turn, "I guess that saves me asking if you're sure you have room."

"Yeah, you can sleep with us," said Jon, "when you don't have something else to do."

"Or some one, you slut," teased Nic. The conversation turned absolutely filthy when I asked what I needed to bring along. Various parts of my anatomy were discussed, to the accompaniment of enough giggles for a bunch of schoolgirls. There was a lot of affection in the teasing, enough that by the time we hung up I had a little bit of a warm fuzzy feeling to go with my great big horny one.

Permission for a three-day weekend can be tricky while one is in training, but I had a good relationship with the boss. Honesty seemed more likely to succeed than the more typical far-fetched sob stories.

"Chief," I said as I sat down in his office, "I'm not going to bullshit you. My long-lost twin sister who I haven't seen in ten years and who also happens to be gravely ill with something really painful has asked to see me. I need a three day pass in January. Oh yeah, it's MLK day that Monday, so she's also black."

"Well, with a story that solid, how can I say no?" He laughed and kicked a foot up on the corner of his desk. "So what's really up?"

"Got a chance to mooch along on a ski trip to a place called Mammoth. Apparently there's snow in California. Who knew?"

"Good snow, too, at Mammoth. What have you got between now and then?"

"Two exams and that inspection next week."

He nodded thoughtfully, looking past me at his wall calendar for a moment.

"Tell you what," he finally said. "Ace all three, put at least a couple more points between you and the second guy in your class, and you can go. But you'll owe me one, which I will collect. Fair enough?"

"More than fair." I stood to go. "Thanks, Chief."

"Perks of being top of your class. Don't make me regret it."

It was 85º Fahrenheit when I left San Diego. To ski. In January. Gotta love California. I'd just bought my first real motorcycle, an old Nighthawk 750, and since no new snow was expected until well after I'd be in Mammoth, I decided to take a chance. I pulled on an old pair of Levis, black boots, a t-shirt, and the brand new black leather jacket that had cost more than the motorcycle. The jeans were thin and tight enough to show my religion, and the t-shirt clung to my shoulders and chest and was short enough to blow up and show my abs as I rode. I couldn't have been better dressed to attract gay men if I'd been in a pink mesh shirt and high heels.

A fact Nicolas made abundantly clear the instant I arrived at the cabin. He waved me into the garage next to their BMW and I'd barely taken my helmet off when he grabbed me.

"Jesus Christ, Ken," he said, shoving me against the car. "Look at you! You're a gay wet dream, kid."

He gave me no chance to reply, kissing me hard and urgently. I can't even call it a makeout session, it was too quick and too hot. It was barely foreplay. Nic's hands were under my jacket and pulling up my shirt five seconds after he grabbed me. He pinched my nipples, kissed my neck, pushed his tongue into my mouth, and had me hot and moaning within a minute. I started to say something about taking it in the house, but he was already kissing his way down my body and just shoved me back against the car again.

"Damn, Nic," I sighed. "Glad to see me?"

"I think it's mutual." He grinned up at me as he grabbed my rapidly hardening cock. I laughed as he yanked open my fly, but the laugh quickly turned to a moan. He sucked me so fiercely I was afraid he'd hurt me, my entire cock in his throat within the first few strokes and his moans almost as loud as mine. When he pulled back to concentrate on the head it buckled my knees.

The way he was going it wouldn't have taken him long to get me off, but that wasn't his intention. After a few minutes he gave a long moan and let me slip from his mouth. He kissed and sucked my balls more gently, then looked up at me with a big grin and real heat in his eyes.

"This thing is beautiful, Ken," he said in a thick voice. "Do you know how lucky you are?"

"Feeling pretty lucky right now, yeah."

He laughed and stood to kiss me again. This time it went on a little longer and had a little less urgency, but it was still only a few minutes before he took out his cock. He stroked us together for a moment, staring into my eyes from about six inches away. Finally he smiled.

"Your turn," he said. "Jon's been teasing me all day, wouldn't get me off. Said I had to wait for you."

I started to kiss my way down his neck, but before I'd even opened the top button of his shirt he laughed and tilted my chin up to face him.

"I am way beyond the slow, tender stuff," he said. "Your cock was all the foreplay I can stand, handsome boy. Please, pretty please, help me out before I explode."

He pressed down on my shoulders and I let myself be urged. I liked his cock as much as I remembered, liked having it in my mouth as much as I remembered, but I got no chance to explore it this time. He pushed forward as soon as the crown passed my lips, almost faster than I could handle. His need fed mine and I was soon sucking him urgently, his cock sliding all the way into my throat on each fast stroke. My hands held his hips as he thrust, the only sounds his grunts and my moans. 

I won't deny it, I loved it. I loved his need, I loved his cock, I loved being on my knees and being used purely for his lust. My cock stayed hard enough to break glass the entire time, bobbing in front of me with each thrust of his hips. My world was the feel of his cock in my mouth, the taste of it, the faint smell of his sweat, and my only regret was that it was over far too soon. Nic's cock swelled, his strokes got shorter and his tempo quicker, and almost before I realized it he was pumping a huge load down my throat. He always came big, but this was just a ridiculous amount of cum. I must have swallowed four times by the time it was over.

Finally he relaxed and the geysers of semen stopped trying to overwhelm me. I sucked him gently for a while, enjoying the feel of his cock slowly deflating in my mouth and finally taking the chance to explore it a little more with tongue and lips and the capacity for rational thought. It was only with reluctance that I let him draw me to my feet. We spent a couple minutes kissing and touching and smiling at each other. 

"Damn, Nic," I finally said. "I thought you were going to drill a hole in the back of my head."

"Didn't I?" he asked, touching my head and neck as though checking. "Well, it wasn't for lack of effort. And don't pretend you didn't like it. You're still hard as a rock."

"Yeah. And since you brought it up," I said, both of us grinning at the double entendre, "why don't you be a dear and get to work."

"Because you still have to say hi to Jon," he replied mischievously.

"Oh, you one-way bastard," I said with a laugh, grabbing the front of his shirt. "You know I can put you on your knees."

"And you know I'd love every second of it." He kissed me on the nose, smiling broadly. "But you won't, because you're loving exploring your bottom side. Aren't you?"

My smile slowly spread to match his while he peppered my face with kisses.

"Yeah," I finally acknowledged. "Yeah, I am."

The mischievous grin came back and he kissed me deeply for a moment, then patted me on the butt and pushed me toward the house.

"Good," he said. "Then since we have that settled, go find Jon. He jumped in the shower when you pulled in, he should be done now. I know he'll be as happy to see you as I was."

Jon was waiting in the front room, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. All he was wearing was a white bathrobe that was open far enough to show a lot of tanned, hairy chest and short enough to show his thick, strong legs. Everything about him was immaculate, from his neatly trimmed beard to his well-manicured hands to the carefully sculpted body that the robe had obviously been chosen to show. I found myself thinking a word I'd never consciously applied to a man before: sexy.

"Damn, Ken," he said as I came in. His smile was a brilliant flash of white teeth in the dark beard. "Look at you in those jeans. Every fag you passed must have chased you all the way here."

"They tried. I outran 'em."

"Good. There are plenty of us here to keep you busy." Another big grin. "Take that jacket off and turn around, let me look at you."

I did, without even really thinking about it. There was a lot to be learned about tone of voice and the expectation of obedience in the way Jon handled himself. You found yourself halfway through doing whatever he'd asked before you really thought about it, just because of the quiet authority in his voice.

"You should never wear anything other than those jeans, ever. Go into a club in those and the leather boys would kill each other to get to you."

I laughed at that, maybe blushing a little. He smiled at me another moment, looking me up and down, then met my eyes.

"Strip for me now, sexy boy," he said. "I want to see that big cock. And do it slow, make me enjoy it."

Hard to take your time when you're only wearing two garments, but I did my best. His gaze was palpable, my cock swelled just from watching his eyes. Finally he stood and stepped toward me. The glimpse I got of his enormous prick peeking out of the robe made my breath catch, and I sighed as he took me in his arms.

We kissed for a while, my arms coming up around his neck and his sliding around my body. Sometime in the middle of it he undid his robe. The feel of his naked body against mine brought me back to full erection, and by the time he stepped back my hips were moving against him a little, searching for friction.

"Such a pretty mouth," he whispered, sliding a thumb across my lips. Suddenly the brilliant smile was back. "Let's put it to good use. On your knees, now, baby."

I took my time working my way down his body, enjoying the feel of his big cock bumping against my stomach and chest. He was in a lot less of a hurry than Nicolas had been, his sighs and touches and quiet compliments encouraging my slow explorations.

His cock was better than half erect when I finally reached my knees. It seemed to aim itself at me, long and thick and lustful, and I couldn't help licking the drop of precum from the tip. The thing was as thick as my wrist, long and heavy and lustful.

"God, Jon," I whispered, stroking his thighs with my fingertips, "what is it about size? Just the sight of this thing drives me insane."

"I don't know, but it's everyone. There's two kinds of people in the world: size queens and liars. A lot of people are going to fall in love with that thing between your legs."

I grinned and licked another drop of precum from his cock. My intent was to go slow, as much for my enjoyment as his, but that didn't last. I kissed and gently sucked his balls, licked my way up and down the shaft, and ran my tongue around his crown, but as soon as his cock slid into my mouth my lust overwhelmed me and I started sucking in earnest, pressing deeper on every stroke. It wasn't long before we were moaning in unison, his hands on my head and mine squeezing his thighs in time with my sucking. I couldn't get enough, the way the huge cock filled my mouth to the point of stretching my jaw just drove me wild. It was everything I could do to remember to be gentle. And the taste of his steadily leaking cum just added to the lust. I made sure to pull back all the way on each stroke both to feel the head with my lips and to get more of his taste in my mouth, when I was all the way down he was leaking straight down my throat.

I don't know how long it went on. Jon had amazing stamina, but I was sucking like I was in love with his cock. Which maybe I was, at that moment. I was half lost in concentration on making it feel as good as I possibly could and half just lost in the taste and feel of it when he pushed me back. I resisted, which made him laugh and push harder.

"Come on, let it go," he said. "You love it, don't you?"

I just looked up at him for a second. I wasn't reluctant to answer, it was just that I was in such a haze of lust that it took me a second to process human speech.

"Say it," he urged, obviously thinking I didn't want to admit it. "Tell me you love my cock and I'll let you suck it some more after I fuck you."

"I love it," I said with a grin. "I love your cock. Best cock I've ever sucked."

That made him laugh. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me.

"Out of your extensive list of, what? Three?"

He backed me up against a desk and we spent a few minutes kissing and touching before he produced a condom and lube from a pocket of his robe.

It was much easier letting him in this time. I'd worried when it was clear I wasn't going to get much foreplay, he just lubed it and lifted my legs as I sat on the desk, but knowing it was going to feel good made it much easier to relax. It wasn't long before I had that amazing warm pleasure spreading through my body, and not long before my cock started jumping with each thrust. My moans quickly turned to cries as he fucked me harder and harder, slamming me against the wall behind the desk and talking filthy, telling me how tight and hot I was and how much he loved my ass. My hands roamed his chest and arms and slid around his neck every time he leaned down for a kiss.

I didn't even realize Nicolas had joined us until he grabbed my cock and leaned in to kiss me. There was a big smile on his face when he pulled back, his stroking hand finding the rhythm of Jon's thrusts.

"They can hear you in Nevada, sweet boy," he said. "You sound so sexy when you get fucked."

He drew my hand down to his cock as he spoke. He was already hard, and I found my hand taking up the rhythm too, all of us being stimulated to Jon's cadence.

"Tell him," whispered Nic. "He loves to hear it. Tell him how much you love it."

"Oh, god, Jon," I moaned. "Fuck me! It's so good!"

I'd have liked to come up with something more articulate, but I was more an animal in ecstasy than I was a sentient being by that point. I could already feel an orgasm building, the kind that seems to take forever and involves your whole body when it finally crests. I squeezed Jon's arm so hard that he had finger-shaped bruises the next day, and when I came it was so intense that the first shot hit the wall behind my head. I absolutely soaked my chest and belly, much to Nic's laughing delight.

Jon wasn't far behind me. He leaned down to kiss me after I came, still pounding hard, then suddenly pulled me off the desk and down to my knees.

"Come here," he said, pulling off the condom. "I want to feel that pretty mouth when I cum."

The sound I made as I went for his cock was embarrassingly close to a desperate whimper. He was all the way in my throat from the first lunge, and cumming by the third. I swallowed greedily, staying on him long after the orgasm had passed, sucking every last drop of cum from the big, beautiful prick that had taken me so high. It was Nic that finally pulled me off.

"Come on, sex machine," he said, his voice a mixture of laughter and desire. "You got me going again. Suck."

I was on him by the time he finished speaking. This blowjob took longer than the last one I'd given him, but not for any lack of intensity. There was no messing around, I held his ass in both hands and sucked him deep and fast. When he stepped back to sit in a chair I followed so closely that his cock barely came out of my mouth, and my chin was on his balls again by the time he was settled. His orgasm wasn't as big as the last, and I actually found myself disappointed that there wasn't as much to taste and swallow.

There was another moment of disappointment when he was done and I looked around and realized that both of my lovers were spent, at least for the moment. I laughed at myself for the sheer sluttiness of wanting more immediately after all I'd just had. My cock hadn't even gone down after I came. Jon, sprawling languidly on the couch, noticed and pointed to it.

"Jesus, Nicolas," he said with a grin and wink aimed at me. "He's not even satisfied yet. You'd better look out, that monster between his legs is ready to go."

"Uncle, uncle," said Nic, throwing up his hands as though in surrender. "Let him go attack Robert and Shane."

"'Shane?'" I laughed. "You have a friend named Shane?"

"Never was a man like him," said Nic. We grinned at each other. "You'll meet him soon enough. Or he'll 'meat' you. Whichever."

The way he emphasized the word "meat" made it clear he was making a pun.

"Okay, that's like the fifth time one of you has made a crack about me and your friends. Tell me the truth. Did you invite me up here to entertain them?"

"No, no," Nic answered quickly. "We just meant that you're free to do whatever you want, and they're here, and they're very sexual, and you're very sexual, and we thought maybe you'd like them, and-"

"What he's trying to say," interjected Jon, "is yes. We did invite you up here with that in mind. There's no expectation, we won't be disappointed if the only bed you share is ours, but there's also no possessiveness on our part. You're free to be as promiscuous as you like. And we'd love it if you were very promiscuous."

"But we'll still keep inviting you to our place no matter what," said Nic, still nervous and talking fast. He slid down off the chair to sit in front of me. "And hopefully we'll be able to visit you in San Diego. And we're already planning to invite you to Vegas next month. We're not trying to pimp you, it's just that the idea of being your age and free and as incredibly sexual as you are is such a thrill and such a turn on to us."

"I get it, I get it," I said, holding up a hand to stop him. There was a momentary silence.

"Then how do you feel about it?" asked Jon.

"I'm not sure. I don't think I'm bothered, but sometimes I'm slow to see when I should be bothered. I just never thought of anything like this."

Nicolas started to speak again, but I sat forward and kissed him lightly.

"Nic, I'm not going to stop being... whatever the hell it is we are to each other. I just need some time to process. Let me get a shower and a drink and think a little. Right now I can't see a single reason why I wouldn't let your friends seduce me if they're as charming as you, it's just... like I said, I never thought of anything like this."

He wasn't ready to let it go. I think he wanted to hear me thank them and enthuse at the idea, but Jon put a hand on his shoulder when he launched into another round of persuasion.

"Fair enough," Jon said in that discussion-ending tone he had. "We set up the downstairs bedroom for you, although I hope you won't need it much. We're going to get cleaned up and head for bed, it's been a very long day and some crazy sex fiend just wore us out."




Educating Ken Ch. 02: Ski Trip



That made me laugh, which brought a big, relieved smile to Jon's face. I winked at him, knowing that he would set Nic's mind at ease. Certainly the knowledge that they intended to pass me around to their friends changed our relationship, but it wasn't like I'd been thinking of them as steady romantic partners or something. It was kind of exciting, to tell the truth. It was just... an adjustment, I guess.

"The hot tub is all warmed up and ready," offered Nic. "If you want to take a soak before you come to bed. Or go to bed. Whatever. Robert and Shane said something about maybe using it tonight, so maybe you can meet them. I bought you a couple swimsuits, they're in the dresser."

"Yeah, where are all your friends?" I asked. "I'm surprised we weren't interrupted."

"Robert and Shane went to bed as soon as they got here," Jon answered. "They don't get as much time together as they'd like. And the Bees won't be here until after midnight."

"'The Bees?'"

"Brian and Blake," Nicolas explained. Seeing my grin, he laughed. "I know, I know. It gets worse, we also know a couple named Trent and Thomas, 'the Tees', and George and Gerald, 'the Gees'. You're destined to settle down with a Kirk. Or a Keith."

"Or a Kimberly," I said with a laugh. "Or a Kelly, which is appropriate since it could go either way."

Jon hadn't revised his 'there is no bisexuality' stance. I saw the annoyance in his eyes, he didn't like even hearing me oblique references to me liking girls, but it didn't cause much reaction in me. On the list of things there's no point in debating, that's pretty high.

The swimsuits Nicolas had picked out made me laugh. They were those European ones that are almost like hot pants, fitting very tight and very low on the waist and ending right below my ass. And they were thin enough that my cock was on clear display, looking almost obscene as it lay pointed toward my hip. I probably wouldn't have taken a soak, but when I'd showered off my coating of semen I just had to try them out.

Robert and Shane were already in the tub when I went out, sitting close together on one side. They were black, both of them bald, and both of them were very, very good looking.

"I'm sorry," I started, holding out a placating hand. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

"Nah, come on out," said the lighter-skinned and slightly smaller guy. He was the color of coffee with cream, with a lean body and big, dark, very pretty eyes. "I'm Robert, this is Shane. You're... I'm sorry, when they told me your name I was busy tearing loverboy's clothes off."

"Ken." I grinned. "Surprised Nicolas and Jon didn't write it on the specials board."

"I think it was on the room service menu," said Shane with a laugh. He stood to shake my hand, and no doubt to show off his chiseled abs. The man was a brick, six-two or six-three and maybe thirty pounds heavier than my middleweight one-sixty-five, not an ounce of it fat. His skin was very, very dark, and to say he was handsome is an understatement. He was to handsome what Michael Jordan is to basketball. His jaw was strong, his cheekbones high, his mouth wide and sensual, his eyes deep and dark and perpetually amused, even his bald dome was somehow sexy. Shane was simply gorgeous.

Nor was that all he had going for him, physically speaking. He was wearing thin, clingy white shorts, and what they were clinging to looked too big to be real. I only got a glimpse, but what I saw looked thicker than my wrist and hung farther down his leg than seemed entirely reasonable.

He saw me checking him out, but my embarrassment was mitigated by the fact that he was looking me over, too. He smiled and winked, and I grinned wryly.

"You're very handsome," I said. "Robert's a lucky guy."

"Hell yes, I am," said Robert with a laugh.

"You're pretty hot, too, blue eyes," said Shane. He put a hand lightly on my stomach. "Great abs. That's a lot of crunches, right there."

"And you fill those shorts out beautifully," offered Robert. I'm pretty sure my embarrassment turned into a blush. Shane grinned and winked again, and we sat down in the tub.

"Really, don't let me keep you from your alone time," I said. "I thought you guys were in bed for the night, if I knew you had the tub I'd have left you to it."

"Nah, it's all good," said Shane. "We're just in between rounds. Round one is always too quick. Gotta take the edge off, you know? It's been months since we had quality time. Now we can chill and catch up and take our time with round two."

"Right on." I spread my arms on the back of the tub and laid my head back, enjoying the contrast of the cool mountain air and the heat of the water. "But tell me if I become a third wheel."

"We will," said Robert. I could hear the smile in his voice when he went on. "Besides, quality time and alone time are not necessarily the same thing."

"Jesus," I said with a laugh. "At least buy me a drink first. Something."

They both laughed, and Shane excused himself to go into the house.

"How come it's been months since you were together?" I asked Robert while we were alone. "Long-distance relationship?"

"No, we both live in SoCal. We don't hook up as much as we'd like because we have to keep it on the down low."

He spent a couple minutes explaining what that meant. He was a music promoter working mostly with hip-hop acts, Shane was an MBA at a fairly conservative company, and neither of them wanted all the prejudice that goes with being out. It's that much harder when you're already a black man in a white man's world, as Shane especially was. Robert had a beard, a wife who was lesbian and a school administrator and so had the same stuff to deal with. Shane was bi and thus didn't need a beard, a luxury I've always been secretly grateful I share. Well, not so secretly now, I guess, since I just wrote it down.

"You must miss each other a lot in between visits," I said. Hey, I was eighteen. Robert laughed.

"Parts of each other," he said. I picked my head up and looked at him and he shrugged. "It's not that kind of relationship. We love each other for the fucking, not the romance. Don't get me wrong, we're great friends, but what we provide each other is the kind of sex we both need. Not partnership like Nic and Jon have."

I nodded, but before I could say anything else Shane came out of the house with three glasses and two bottles of wine. All three of us laughed as he held them up, and I may have blushed again. He sat on the edge of the tub while he poured.

"Your drink, sir," he said, handing me a glass with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thanks." If I wasn't blushing when he appeared with the wine, the mischievous twinkle definitely did it.

"You know what occurs to me?" asked Robert. "It's pretty late and this is a hot tub. There's a law against wearing bathing suits in a hot tub after ten o'clock."

"Or if there isn't, there should be," said Shane with a laugh. Still sitting on the side of the tub, he pulled off his shorts and tossed them on the deck.

As god is my witness, every bit of conversation after I saw his cock was wasted effort on their part. He could have stepped across the tub and offered it to me right then and I'd have been on it like a starving wolf. The thing was fucking huge. All measurements are lies, even John Holmes wasn't as big as they say, so let me put it like this: I'm big. Rarely do I see a porn star whose cock is longer or thicker than mine. Jon was a little bigger. Shane's cock, flaccid and hanging down to touch the side of the tub, was bigger than either of ours were when completely erect. Twenty years later, I've only seen one that I'm sure was bigger.

It was a beautiful cock, too. Uncut, smooth and dark, with three visible veins running the length of the top side. The shape of the big head was clearly visible through the enclosing foreskin. His balls were on the same scale, like a couple of golf balls nestling behind the huge shaft. Just the image of Shane's cock still appears sometimes in my masturbatory fantasies, never mind the sex.

I have no idea how long I stared at it. Long enough to make my face hot again when he slid down into the water and broke the spell. They were both smiling broadly when I finally remembered they had faces.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Robert. "Ignoring that thing would be like ignoring a UFO. You'd be out of your mind if you didn't take a long look. I'm only half kidding when I say that Shane is just a bonus to the relationship I have with his cock."

"You're not even half kidding," teased Shane, smiling affectionately at his lover. After a second he turned the smile on me. "Your turn, sailor boy. But stand up, I want to see those shorts again before you take them off. Those things are like lingerie for queers, man."

Laughing, I stood up in the middle of the tub. I'd known my suit was thin and clingy, but I had to laugh again when I saw that it had now become basically transparent. My cock was having a wet t-shirt contest.

"Oh, nice," said Robert. "We are so getting you a pair of those, Shane. Turn around, Ken, let me see how they look from behind."

He found a lot to say about the fit of the shorts, tugging at them here and there as he pointed things out and not coincidentally touching my ass and thighs a lot. I certainly didn't mind, although my face was hot again, a sure sign that I was blushing. Again. Finally he patted my ass.

"Okay, come on," he said. "We're pushing the legal limit, here. Lose them before the cops show up."

I turned back to face them as I stripped off the shorts, and it was my turn to enjoy watching them take a long look at my cock. Shane grinned at me when I sat down.

"You know we're just greedy, right?" he asked. "There's guys walking around with little pinkies between their legs 'cause the three of us are hogging all the cock."

"Four of us," I said, returning his grin. "Jon's sporting a third leg, too."

"Is that right?" asked Robert speculatively. Shane laughed and pushed his shoulder and they went back and forth for a minute, teasing and kissing and obviously groping each other under the water.

"Hey, let me see your foot, Ken," said Robert when they'd settled down. I blinked at the non-sequiter. "I've been doing anecdotal research for years to see if there's really a correlation between cock size and foot size."

"That and he's got a foot fetish," teased Shane. "Dude put himself through school working at a shoe store, had to talk himself into leaving when he graduated."

Robert bobbed his head good-naturedly and didn't deny it. I shrugged and gave him my foot.

"About a ten, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, bullseye. Ten and a half, sometimes. That support your research?"

"Yep. Still no correlation that I can discern. You have no idea how many guys with size sixteen feet have broken my heart when I got them home."

We all laughed. He showed no signs of letting go of my foot, in fact he began to massage it gently. I smiled and laid my head back again.

"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me," I teased. More laughter.

"Better give me the other one," said Shane. "I don't want to hear how I didn't help."

I'd never had my feet massaged before. Highly recommended. Two thumbs up. And one cock.

We talked lightly about this and that for a few minutes while they worked on my feet and calves, then Robert got up to go into the house. I caught my first look at his cock as he left, and while he wasn't his partner, he certainly had nothing to hide. It had to be in the same neighborhood as Jon and I. Shane grinned at me when he was gone.

"I think my partner's being a little smoother than strictly necessary," he said.

"Yeah," I acknowledged, laughing again. "Maybe. Not like I mind, though."

"Nah. And it makes him feel good. You know why he got up, right?" 

"Nope."

"When he comes out he's going to sit by you."

"Smooth."

"Yeah." He held up the bottle of wine, and when I held out my glass and he reached out to pour he also slid my foot from his thigh down to the seat between his legs, right against his cock. I breathed a laugh that was half a sigh and almost dropped my wine.

"Now that was smooth," I said.

"Like that, did you?"

"Your cock? Shane, you could have saved me a lot of thinking by walking into my bedroom about a year ago and whipping that thing out. I'd have been like, 'Oh, okay. I guess I'm bi.' Then I'd have been on my knees."

"I meant my move," he said with a big laugh. His cock was still pointed down to the seat, now I carefully hooked it with my foot and flipped it upright so I could feel it up a little better. He smiled broadly and stretched his arms out on the back of the tub. They were very nice arms.

When Robert came back he did exactly as Shane had said, sliding down into the water right next to me. I was in the corner, putting us at forty-five degrees to each other with our knees touching, and he used that as an excuse to let his hand land on my knee.

The next few minutes were reasonably funny. Robert used his best lines and tried to smoothly increase the contact between us while I tried to invite him by turning to face him and stretching my arm out behind him and reacting positively to every touch. I even took one of his touches on the inside of my thigh as an excuse to bring my leg up across his knee, leaving me wide open to his advances. Meanwhile, Shane's cock grew steadily harder and bigger and mine reacted in kind, distracting me from whatever Robert was saying. When I realized that if my heel touched Shane's scrotum my toes didn't reach the tip of his cock, I laughed aloud.

"What's funny?" asked Robert.

"I tickled his foot," said Shane. Robert gave him a sharp look, like he was saying, "Dude, we're past playful here, I'm putting the moves on the guy!" Robert grinned, carefully moved my foot, slid over by us on my other side, and immediately found my hand and guided it to his cock.

If the thing had felt big under my foot, now I was almost scared of it. My hand couldn't encircle it, and when I started slowly stroking it I couldn't believe how far it was from balls to tip. Just unreal. And it wasn't even completely hard yet.

Mine was, though. Shane slid a hand down to grab it and grinned broadly at me again. 

The makeout session that followed was all kinds of fun. After Robert finally got around to kissing me I ended up sitting with a leg over each of their knees, turning back and forth as they took turns kissing me deeply. Robert's hand roamed my torso and thigh and he kissed my neck and shoulder when I was kissing Shane, and Shane and I slowly stroked each other the entire time. Any reluctance I'd ever felt to kiss a man was long gone now, I was somewhere close to heaven.

Eventually Robert got around to reaching for my cock, and he laughed when he found Shane's hand already there.

"I do all the work, you grab the boy's cock, huh?" he teased.

"He started it," said Shane.

"That right?" Robert whispered, nuzzling my ear. "When did you start jacking that big cock?"

"Um... does my foot count?"

Robert laughed and started stroking me with Shane.

"You could have told me I was falling behind," he said to his lover. "Wasting my time, here."

"Nah, he enjoyed your wooing. You woo the fuck out of a man, babe."

"You little slut," Robert whispered to me, nuzzling my ear again. "One glass of wine and you give it up to the first brother with a big dick."

"And the second," I said with a grin. He laughed and guided my other hand to his cock. The three of us spent an unknowable time like that, kissing deeply and stroking each other and whispering quietly. I'm not sure they ever kissed each other even once, all their attention was on me. Finally Shane stood and drew Robert and me up with him.

"Come on," he said quietly. "Let's take it upstairs."

To my surprise he picked me up in his arms like a lover. My machismo stretched near the breaking point, but I made myself relax and stay in the moment. It's easy to be dominant when that's your nature, it's much tougher to really explore your submissive side. But oh, so much fun, if you can find the balls for it. I slid an arm around his shoulders, touched his chest with my other hand, kissed his neck, and returned his smile. And I was suitably impressed when he managed to carry me all the way up the stairs.

We stood in the bedroom kissing and touching for another timeless while, Shane and I in each other's arms and Robert just to my left. Finally Shane pulled back a little and gently pressed down on my shoulders.

"Alright," he said with a big grin. "That's enough wooing. Make with the sex."

I laughed and slid willingly to my knees in front of his enormous organ. The sight of it, half erect and a foot from my face, was overwhelming. The foreskin still covered the head, which I assumed meant there was still more growth to come, and it already looked like it shouldn't even fit in my mouth.

Shane sighed as I slid my lips down the shaft on my way to his balls. I explored them carefully, kissing and licking and gently sucking them one at a time into my mouth. His cock felt heavy on my face as I looked up at him, sliding back and forth with my movements. I could see and feel it stiffening, and his sighs turned to groans as I started licking and kissing my way around the shaft. I could already feel the lust starting to overwhelm me. It was hard to do anything gently or slowly.

When I reached the tip I took him in my hand and stroked him to pull the foreskin back. Slowly, since I'd never done it before. The sight of the big, purple head coming out sent another wave of lust through me. I felt my rock hard cock jump involuntarily and I moaned as I began to suck him. He swelled to full erection in my mouth, a feeling I love, and he stretched me to the point where it hurt my jaw a little to try to take him deep. 

When he was fully erect I pulled back to look. His cock looked like some kind of pagan monument to lust, the skin tight and dark and shiny and wet with my saliva. I loved the way the skin slid over the hardness underneath, the way his foreskin still had enough slack for me to play with it and tug it with my lips and teeth, and the way he gasped when I did. To a great extent a cock is a cock, but one like Shane's is something else entirely.

I sucked him for a long time. He'd already cum at least once that night, and he had fantastic staying power, but part of the reason it went on so long was that I kept letting him out of my mouth to kiss and lick and basically make love to it with my mouth, worshiping it from balls to tip and even kissing his thighs and belly and down under his scrotum when I sensed him getting close. I didn't want it to end.

I honestly think I may have cum untouched if it had gone on just a little longer. I was painfully hard the entire time. I felt my cock twitch and jump at every reaction from his, and I got that pre-orgasmic feeling like I was almost there more than once. My cock drooled, which was probably a residual effect from Jon's earlier clobbering of my prostate, but definitely only happens when I am very, very excited.

Finally, though, I started sucking with more intent. It wasn't really a conscious decision, I just got so lost in my lust for the enormous cock that I stopped taking him out of my mouth. I bobbed as deep as I could and relished the feel of him filling my mouth. He moaned my name in warning when he got close, but this time I couldn't make myself pull back and let him cool off. I moaned in time with my strokes, loving the sound of his groans and cries, and when he came I swallowed it eagerly, relishing the taste. When it was over I spent easily five minutes tenderly sucking and kissing him while he deflated. It was kind of fun stroking the foreskin down over my tongue while I licked his head, and I made a mental note to try it while I was getting him hard the next time.




Educating Ken Ch. 02: Ski Trip



At last my senses returned and I let him go. I was surprised to realize he was sitting in a chair, I had no recollection of following him the five feet from where we'd started to where we'd finished. The sheen of sweat on his body gave testament to the intensity of my head. He looked like we'd been energetically fucking.

"That was the best blowjob I have ever seen," said Robert from where he was chilling on the bed. "Unbelievable, man. I thought I loved cock, but that was un-fucking-believable."

"Brother, you have no idea," answered Shane. He drew my hand up and kissed it warmly. "If you keep doing that to me I'll carry you off to Vegas and marry you."

"We need to find a girl," I said with a laugh. "Make it a three-way kind of deal. I don't think I'll ever get tired sucking that cock, but a man needs some pussy, too."

"Deal," he said and kissed my hand again.

"Yuck," said Robert. "Stop reminding me that you're perverts and come give me some of that sugar, Ken."

He didn't need to ask twice. We lay on the bed kissing and touching for just a very few minutes, then I was sucking my fourth cock of the evening. Nor had my excitement faded any, he had plenty of cock to trigger my size-queen tendencies. I sucked him with real joy, and unlike with Shane I was able to get him down my throat. The only difference was that I didn't give him as much "foreplay," I got to know his cock and balls quickly and let my sexual overdrive take hold. I sucked him off like I needed the cum to live. He was moaning and saying my name and actually thrashing around a little by the time he came, holding my head with one hand and a wad of the sheets with the other. He lay breathing hard while I sucked the last of the cum out of his cock, then touched my face and laughed.

"Okay," he said, "that was great, but you owe me one of those half-hour long cock love sessions, boy. I will kidnap you if I have to, I am not letting you get away before you blow me like you blew him. C'mon, you know I've got enough cock to get you hot."

"Oh yeah. You're every bit as big as Jon." But not as dominant, and thus you will never get me as hot. "I'm too turned on right now to be able to focus on anything but how much I love having a big one in my mouth. I'll make it up to you."

"Got a little more of that in you before we return the favor?" asked Shane. He was idly stroking himself, half hard again. "I've never been able to get Robert down my throat, now that I've seen you do it I wonder how far you can take me."

"I already tried," I said with a laugh. "Believe me, I wanted that beast all the way in. I learned on Jon's cock, which is about the size of Robert's, but yours is a whole other story."

"Well, come here. I got it down a girl's throat once, I bet we can do it."

My poor cock was begging for release, but that's a self-perpetuating thing. Sucking them was what had me so hard, but sucking them didn't get me off, so I just stayed primed for anything and yearned to have them in my mouth as much as I yearned to get off. Reaching that submissive place has been rare for me in my life, but when I get there it is a true sexual frenzy. I crawled back over to Shane and literally ached with lust when I took the big python in my hand. It took a while to suck him back to full erection, but that was fine with me. I loved the feel of his cock when it was all rubbery and pliant, and I loved taking my time with his balls and scrotum and shaft. 

When he was completely back in the game I spent a moment just looking at the thing and stroking it, marveling again at both its beauty and its sheer mass. I was totally convinced that no one, male, female, gay or straight, could see it and touch it at full erection and not burn for it.

Getting it down their throat, of course, would be another matter. Try as I might, I couldn't. It wasn't my gag reflex getting in the way, it just got to a certain point and wedged. We had fun with the project, laughing and teasing and shifting around, but it just wasn't going.

"Okay," Shane finally said. "We're not going to get it like this. Let me show you how Shondra and I did it."

"You've got some secret method you could have been showing me? Ass."

He laughed at that and led me over to join Robert on the bed.

"Lay down on your back," he said, "with your head hanging off the end."

The idea of being out of control with that monster trying to wedge its way down my throat was more than a little scary, and it must have showed. Shane put an arm around me and kissed my face tenderly.

"I won't hurt you, baby boy," he whispered. "I promise. If you push me back, I'll stop. We are just having fun, it's not about doing anything anyone doesn't enjoy."

I was still nervous, but I let him lay me down and position my head hanging off the bed. He dissipated most of my nerves by teasing me with his cock, trailing his balls across my face and running his shaft up and down across my lips before he finally slipped the head into my mouth. As soon as it was there all I could think about was swallowing it.

His cock, like mine, curved slightly upward. Hanging my head upside down fixed the angle issue that presented, and despite my fears he went down like it was a magic trick on about the third stroke. His satisfied groan was matched by my moan, and I was glad my mouth was full because otherwise it may have been a girlish squeal of delight. It wasn't just that it went, it was that it went so smoothly. It felt amazing. Obviously it felt good to him, too, his moans took on a whole new level of excitement. He set up a rhythm, pulling all the way back until just the head was in my mouth every few strokes so I could breathe. I enjoyed the pull-backs almost as much as the penetration, I loved licking and sucking on the head and reaching up to stroke his shaft with my hand.

It got even better when Robert got involved. I couldn't see him, but when Shane and I had been doing our thing for a few minutes I felt a hand on my cock, followed by a warm mouth. I was so overstimulated I almost came right away, but Robert felt it and stopped, chuckling warmly and stroking my belly and thighs. He said something that might have been "Can't have that yet," but I couldn't hear much with my face stuffed full of cock and both Shane's and my own moans filling my ears.

Robert worked his way around my groin, kissing and sucking and nipping, spending time with my shaft, my balls, my inner thighs, and the sensitive skin under my scrotum. When I felt him lift my knees I didn't resist, and when his tongue touched my rectum I let out a long, loud moan. They said something to each other, but again it was lost to me. Not that I needed to hear to guess what was coming.

Robert licked and teased me until my hips were squirming out of my control and I was just making a long, steady moan around Shane's cock, interrupted by more coherent entreaties for more when he pulled back far enough. Finally Robert's tongue was replaced by what was obviously a lubed finger, then more than one lubed finger, and finally his cock. I pushed Shane back just long enough to say "Condom?" At his reassurance, it was game on. 

Freed from the visual comparison to Shane's beast, the size of Robert's cock came home to me. It was big and very hard and he was pretty good with it, and it wasn't long before I was moving back to meet him as well as I could. The pleasure was absolutely intense. I don't know if Robert had a really great angle on my prostate or maybe it was just the sexual overload of being so keyed up for so long, but I was on the edge of orgasm from the very start. Robert's pounding drove me up Shane's cock, and once they had that rhythm down I was just getting fucked at both ends beyond my ability to control it.

I have no idea how long it went on, honestly. At one point Shane pulled back and said something to me, but I was incoherent. I just grabbed his hips and pulled him back to me, groaning something inarticulate and grasping with my mouth. It wasn't long until I had another first: An orgasm completely unassisted by any touch on my cock. The pressure built and built and it first felt like I had an orgasm directed inward, like my entire body had caught fire. The pleasure was overwhelming. As it crested, a more conventional orgasmic feeling took me and I started shooting just an enormous load. It hit me, it hit Shane, and it just kept coming, easily the hardest orgasm of my life to that point.

It was too much for Shane. He groaned and I felt his cock swell and start to spasm. I think the first spurt of cum went straight down my throat, but then he pulled back to stroke just the end of his cock in my mouth and I had to swallow the rest. When he'd finished and pulled back Robert really went to town, fucking me so hard my shoulders slid off the bed onto the floor.

"You sexy little cock slut," he growled. "I'm gonna break these fucking hips. Look at you still dripping cum all over yourself. You love it. Come on, tell me you love me fucking you. Tell me!"

"Fuck me!" I cried. "I love it. I love it. Come on, harder!"

He was right about my cock, too, it was steadily spraying drops of cum all over my chest and face. The angle with me hanging off the bed like that must have had him rubbing my prostate hard. It felt absolutely incredible, and if he wasn't so close I may have cum again, but a second later he moaned and pulled out.

"Sit up!" he said. "I want to watch you swallow it like you do, like it's all you ever wanted. Come on."

I quickly turned over and a second later was swallowing yet another load of cum. Once again I spent some time tenderly sucking him after he came, but this time he was too wiped and pulled away to flop on the bed. Shane and I pulled each other up and collapsed on the bed with him, me in the middle, and I fell asleep to my new lovers' kisses and caresses and filthy sweet whispers. 



Educating Ken



My orgasm was long and hard, the end product of a week's celibacy plus the day's anticipation plus the bit of fooling around Michael and I had done. I'm surprised I didn't blow the back of Nic's head off. He swallowed every bit of it, moaning with satisfaction, and spent a minute gently sucking my deflating cock before coming back up to kiss me.

"Oh my god, Nic," I said after a while. "That was incredible."

"Yeah. I give awesome head. I'm a cocksucking savant."

I joined his laughter, and we spent a few minutes kissing and touching and joking about the level of his genius before he decided I'd had enough afterglow. 

"'Kay, my turn," he said brightly, standing to quickly peel off his clothes. The body under them looked as good as it had felt, lean and firm and very well tended. He was careful to turn around as he tossed his clothes on the table, giving me a good look at his nice round butt.

His cock suited him well. It wasn't huge, but it was as good-looking as the rest of him, thick and with a slight upward curve. He'd groomed his pubic hair carefully, which I've definitely learned to appreciate. I reached for it, but Jon interrupted just as I took it in my hand.

"Why don't you two come in here?" he said. "The guests paid for rooms, not a sex show."

Nic laughed and pulled me to my feet. I was more than a little nervous stepping naked into the room with Jon, especially since he didn't bother to hide his appraisal of my body. He looked me over from head to toe, his eyes resting on my cock for a long couple of seconds.

"Hey," Nic said to Jon, "You said I could."

"I didn't say you should jump him right out on the patio, horndog," Jon said with a laugh. I think he saw my nerves, because he smiled at me and winked. "You don't mind if I watch, do you sailor? You're just so fucking hot, I had to see you with my love."

Thinking that meant he was just going to watch, I relaxed a little. Not much, it was still a far wilder scene than I was used to, but enough that when Nic started kissing me again I slipped back into the moment.

His cock was rock hard against my thigh, and mine hadn't gone down much either. I sighed against his mouth when he grabbed them both in one hand, stroking us together. Finally he broke the kiss and tried to guide me to my knees.

"Come on," he said. "Now it's my turn."

"On the bed," I said, guiding him there. He laid down and I crawled up over him, kissing his face as I straddled him and working my way pretty quickly down toward his cock. Teasing wasn't really in my repertoire. Not that Nic complained, he put a hand on my head as I got near his cock and guided me right in.

Any question as to whether I'd like doing it to someone other than Michael was quickly answered. Nic's cock felt incredible in my mouth, I was quickly as hard as I'd been before my orgasm. And my nervousness was gone within a very few seconds. I never forgot that Jon was watching, but I ended up putting on a show for him, turning to make sure he had a clear view and drawing all the way up to the tip before taking Nic as deep as I could on each stroke.

The scene must have been pretty hot to Nic, too, because he didn't last long. I thought of trying to slow down when he put his hands on my head, but I was just too fucking hot. I couldn't get enough of the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue, of his very hard, very hot shaft filling my mouth, or of the taste of his flesh. It took careful effort to be gentle with his balls as I held them in my hand, and by the time he finished I was short of breath and my moans matched his.

He guided my rhythm, pumping up to meet me as I sucked and moaning on every stroke. There was plenty of warning when he was about to cum, but I didn't even think of pulling away, and before long I was swallowing the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen. Nic came so much, so hard, that I actually laughed in amazement when he was finally done.

"Jesus, Nic," I said as I crawled back up to kiss him. "How long has it been since you got off, a month?"

"Try four hours," said Jon with a laugh. "He attacked me after you got him all turned on today. Had to replay the conversation word-for-word while I fucked him."

"I got you all turned on?" I asked Nic with a smile.

"Uh huh." He grinned broadly. "And now you've got my lover all turned on."

Suddenly the nerves were back. I turned to look at Jon, but Nic pulled my face back down to his and kissed me for a while, his hands roaming my body. It was an obvious ploy, but it worked. My nature is sexual. All I needed was a little encouragement and there wasn't really a limit to my adventurousness. Which still holds true, it seems to be the story of my life.

"Ready to swim in the deep end, sexy boy?" Nic whispered after a while. This time when I turned to look at Jon he didn't stop me, and when Jon stood and held out a hand I took it and let him pull me up.

It was very, very strange being the smaller person in the embrace. I had to tilt my head back as his arms slid around my naked body and he moved to kiss me, and I was keenly aware of the size of his chest and shoulders and arms. His kiss fit with the rest, firm and hot and strong, and it surprised me how hot it got me. And how quickly. My arms slid around his neck, and when his hands slid down to my ass I moaned.

"You're so fucking hot," he murmured, his mouth still touching mine. I felt him smile. "It suddenly occurs to me that I'm the only one here with clothes on. Undress me."

My hands shook a little as I reached for the top button on his shirt, which he saw. He gently took them in his and raised them to his mouth for a kiss.

"Easy, now," he said quietly and with a reassuring smile. "You want this. I want this. There's nothing here but a good time, sexy boy. Give yourself to the moment, I promise you won't regret it."

He guided my hands back to his chest and leaned in to kiss me as I unbuttoned his shirt. My hands weren't exactly as steady as rocks, but I was able to open his shirt without any fumbling.

His body was tremendous, broad-chested and powerful and still very well defined. He had a lot of dark hair on his torso, which accentuated his masculinity tremendously. Jon was just a hell of a lot of man.

Just how much man I had no idea until I'd unfastened his pants and they dropped to the floor. My hand brushed against his cock through his underwear and I let out a surprised laugh.

"Jesus Christ, Jon," I said, stepping back far enough to look down at him.

"I know," said Nic with a big smile. "I'm in a size queen's paradise tonight."

I've mostly grown out of my size fetish over the years. It's still a visual turn-on, but I definitely appreciate a more normal-sized endowment for certain things. Which is kind of a shame, anything that turns you on as much as a big one used to do for me can't be all bad.

At eighteen, though, I was definitely a size queen. Jon's cock looked huge even through his briefs, clearly outlined as it lay pointed at his hip. I hadn't seen a truly big one other than my own, and it surprised me how much I suddenly wanted it. Jon saw it, too.

"Go ahead," he said quietly, putting his hands on my shoulders to urge me to my knees. I resisted and started to indicate the bed, but he stopped me.

"No," he said. "I saw that you didn't want to kneel for Nic. That's no way to be, Ken, not if you're going to be a good lover. Come on. Give yourself to the moment. There'll be plenty of nights where you're the top. Probably most of your life. But not tonight. On your knees, now, sexy boy."

It's entirely possible that without that night I'd never have learned how hot it can be to be a little submissive. So thank God for Jon and Nic. Jon's big cock was calling out to me, and I have to admit that my burning curiosity about it was no small part of why I did as he asked. After a bare second's hesitation I grinned, kissed him again, and let him guide me down to my knees.

My hands trembled again as I reached for his underwear, but I think more out of excitement than nerves. When they came down, his cock made me gasp. It was only half-erect, but it was long and very thick. The head was big and purple and seemed to be looking at me as it swung free. I must have frozen, staring at it, because after a second Jon breathed a laugh and kicked his clothes away, then reached down to touch my head.

"C'mon," he said. "Introduce yourself."

Just taking him in my hand was one of the most erotic moments of my life. And when I sat forward to first kiss the head of the big cock, then gently suck it into my mouth, I felt my own cock twitch and swell once more to full erection. As soon as he passed my lips any reluctance disappeared, if I'd been hot sucking Nic now I was ten times hotter.

The head of his cock pushed my mouth wide open, and when I tried to take him deep I couldn't believe how far I had to open my jaw. I sucked him with such lust that he had to stop me after just a few minutes.

"Slow," he said with a breath of a laugh. "Slow down, Ken. You're going to make me cum too soon. Come on, work on my balls for a minute, let me breathe. Boy's going to give you a run for your money, Nic, he sucks like he loves it."

Nic laughed as I dove back in on Jon's cock, but I didn't pay attention to whatever he said. I was far too lost in my lust. Kissing and sucking on Jon's balls was fun, but it couldn't distract me from the object of my desire and I quickly had him back in my mouth.

This time he didn't stop me, and soon we had a rhythm. I don't have much gag reflex and I'd practiced taking Michael deep, so after a few minutes I moved my hands out of the way and concentrated on taking Jon as deep as I could on each thrust. Didn't even take all that long, really, no more than a couple dozen strokes before my throat relaxed and he started sliding deeper with each thrust.

"Oh my god," Jon groaned. He put both hands on my head and started thrusting to meet me. Soon he was really fucking my face, which got me so hot my cock jumped with each thrust. I could have sucked him all night, I was profoundly disappointed when his cock swelled and his stroke shortened, heralding his impending finish.

I felt the spasms of his orgasm when it at last took him, but his cock was so far in my throat that I didn't actually taste his cum until he started to pull back. I grabbed his ass, keeping him in my mouth for a long couple minutes and sucking every last drop of cum from that magnificent prick, and when he finally stepped away and collapsed on the bed I was breathing as hard as he was. My cock was as hard as it's ever been, it stood rampant in front of me.

"That was fucking awesome," said Nic, his voice right on the edge of a laugh. "Damn, Ken. I guess you like my man's cock."

"Little bit, yeah," I said with an embarrassed laugh.

"No need to blush, pretty boy. I like it too. Now come up here and let us show you how much we like yours."

"You do it," grunted Jon. "I'm light-headed. I thought my knees were going to give out there at the end."

Nic laughed and leaned over his lover for some kissing and teasing, most of it too quiet for me to hear.

"It's hell getting old," he finally said. Jon laughed and pushed him off, but after a glance at me Nic leaned back in to whisper some more.

"Sure," Jon said with another laugh. "Go ahead."

Nic kissed him and reached into the nightstand for what turned out to be a condom and a bottle of lubricant. At first I thought he wanted to fuck me, but he had the opposite in mind.

"C'mere, pretty boy," he said. "You killed my usual source of cock, you're going to have to fill in."

As I joined them on the bed I spent a second trying to remember if Nic had ever used my actual name as opposed to "pretty boy," "sexy boy," etc. He started to ask me what I was grinning at, but I half tackled him onto his back and spent a nice few minutes kissing and touching and feeling our very hard cocks rub together.

"Oh," he finally sighed. "Come on, quit teasing me. Let me put this on you."

I'd put on exactly five condoms up to then, all of them awkwardly. And two were for practice. Nic did it like he'd invented the technique, I was wrapped and lubed in seconds without us even moving apart.

"Remember this," he said, holding up the lube. "A lubricated cock is a friendly cock. You're big, you're going to need it."

Saying that what we did was the fuck of my life to that point would be accurate, but it would also be a radical understatement. My adolescent fumblings with my girlfriend back home weren't even vaguely related to this, I might as well have been truly virginal. Nic guided me in easily, face-to-face, and when I started fucking him he drew me down for a long kiss. His ass was hot and tight around me, his cock rock hard between our bodies, and his delighted moans were sexy enough that I know I wouldn't have lasted long if not for my lovers' experience.

At first it was Nic who prolonged the encounter, slowing me down and even stopping me by pulling me tight in his embrace, but Jon soon got involved. He leaned over to kiss Nic, then sat up and started running his hands over my body and kissing me deeply. His right hand slid down to my ass, at first just exploring but after a moment beginning to probe my crack, and when his middle finger reached my anus he left it there, pressing against me with each stroke I gave Nic. It was strange at first, but that's a very sensitive area and it quickly started feeling good in a way I'd never experienced.

My concentration on what Jon was doing took my mind off my orgasm, delaying it significantly. We went on like that for a long time, with me sometimes sitting up to kiss Jon and sometimes laying in Nic's arms, kissing deeply, but always with Jon's finger keeping half my attention away from my cock.

When he finally took it away it was only to go to the drawer for a plug, which was something I'd never seen before. I tensed a little when he started to lube it and I realized what it was for, but Nic laughed and pulled me down for another kiss.

"Relax, baby," he whispered. "You'll like it, I promise. You've liked everything else tonight, right?"

I nodded, and when Jon was ready I held still so he could slip it in. His finger had relaxed me, and with the tapering of the plug it went in smoothly. It was an odd feeling as it seemed to just keep getting wider, but there wasn't any pain, and when it was lodged in place it didn't take long to prove Nic right. The combination of anal stimulation and his ass around my cock was incredible, and soon I was somewhere I'd never known sex could take me. My entire body was hot, but it was like I'd forgotten to orgasm. I just kept fucking Nic and kissing him and getting steadily higher and higher for what seemed like forever. 

It was his orgasm that finally triggered mine. We were locked together, my hips pounding into him, when I felt him stiffen. A minute later he gave a series of cries and soaked both of our bodies with another of his enormous loads. I followed him within seconds, as though he'd reminded my body that it liked to cum too. The spasms seemed to come all the way from my ass up through my belly, and they kept coming for longer than I'd ever experienced. I was completely drained by the time I fell on top of him, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

We laid like that for a while, only moving enough to occasionally kiss each other. We probably would have fallen asleep, but our show had excited Jon, and after a few minutes he laid down next to us and started kissing my neck and shoulder and stroking my body. Especially my ass. He smiled at me when I finally turned to meet his kiss.

"What do you think?" he asked quietly. "Up for one more new adventure tonight?"

As he spoke his hand touched the plug that was still in my ass, making it clear exactly what adventure he meant. The thought scared me and Nic, at least, saw it. He squeezed me reassuringly.

"Come on," he said with a grin. "We can try to tame the beast together while you think about it."

Jon turned over on his back and Nic and I crawled up on either side of him. As soon as I saw his cock, still mostly flaccid but long and thick and beautiful, a part of me knew he was going to get whatever he wanted. We sucked him back to full erection, passing it back and forth and kissing our way around his balls and his belly and his thighs. The big cock turned me on enough that despite my two orgasms I started to get hard again, aided by Nic feeling me up and reaching around to play with the plug that was still inside me. After a few minutes I let out a little moan and Jon reached down to touch my face.

"Fuck," I laughed. "Alright. But we're gonna need a lot of lube. Maybe a shoehorn."

They both laughed, and I moved up astride Jon. He spent some time kissing and touching and reassuring me that he was not actually going to rip me in half, then Nic rolled a condom onto him and slowly drew the plug out of me.

"Just relax," Jon whispered. "You already know you can take something back there and it'll feel good."

Easier said than done, but he entered me much more painlessly than I'd expected. We stopped for another long minute of kissing with just the first couple inches in, and when I started moving, taking him a little deeper with each stroke, he sighed.

"God, you're so tight," he whispered. "And that hard-on pressing against me is almost as hot as your little ass."

I grinned and leaned down to kiss him some more, but this was not to be some sweet, gentle exploration. We finally came together, my ass down to his lap and his enormous prick all the way inside me, and he grinned.

"There we go," he said. "Feel okay? Not hurting you?"

"No, I'm okay," I said, a little surprised that it was true.

"Good. Then let's fuck."

He sat up, flopped me down on my back and moved over me, all without pulling out of my ass. I laughed, eyes wide with surprise, but his wicked grin cut off any protest. And turned me on no end.

It was a monster fuck, long and rough and unbelievably hot. I was hot from the beginning, but as I got used to the sensations and especially as my prostate started responding, things really got good. Jon seemed determined to prolong it as long as he could, and we did it in multiple positions, changing each time he got close and sometimes pausing and changing condoms so Nic and I could kiss and suck him while he cooled down. 

It was so good to me that by the end I actually protested when he pulled out, and I went looking for the next condom myself when I felt Nic and I had sucked him long enough. Jon laughed and turned me around doggy-style, and now the fucking was hard and fast and clearly intended to get him off. Nic reached under me to stroke my cock and I actually came before Jon did, crying out as I sprayed the sheets. I'd never had an orgasm involving prostate stimulation before, it was wildly intense.

Jon wasn't far behind. He was a big fan of swallowing, as I'd learn extensively over that weekend, and he suddenly pulled out of me and tugged the condom off. I hardly had time to notice the oddly empty feeling before the end of his cock was in my mouth and I was struggling to keep up with the waves of cum. Finally he slid down beside me, Nic peppering both of our faces with kisses.

"Oh," I said after a few minutes, "so that's what sex is."

Nic laughed and kissed me while Jon chuckled.

"Yeah, that was the survey course," said Nic. "We can start on your grad work tomorrow."

"Hell yeah," I said, grinning broadly. Our banter was interrupted by a deep breath from Jon that was right on the edge of being a snore. Nic laughed quietly.

"You killed him, you maniac," he whispered.

"Oops."

"Yeah, oops."

In the end he wouldn't have much opportunity to tease his lover, because he fell asleep not five minutes later. I laid awake for a while, increasingly stunned at the how the night had turned out and chasing around in circles about what it meant, but when I finally joined them in sleep it was with a smile on my face.



Educating Kyra



"Kyra, would you mind joining me in my office? I'd like to discuss some details of the paper you handed in last week." Mr. Markman's voice interrupted Kyra as she stood up ready to leave the classroom. The bell had just rung and she only wanted to leave that place, but once she had gathered her stuff, Kyra looked up at her Sociology professor and a pleasant shiver ran through her 18 year old body. Mr. Markman was the youngest lecturer in the school and in addition, he was very handsome. He was always very attentive, but Kyra blushed every time he came near her.

"Sure... No-no problem." Kyra stammered nervously and the teacher gave her a warm smile.

"Great, follow me." He instructed and Kyra followed him out of the classroom. They walked down the corridors of the St. Catherine's School for Girls under the curious stares of Kyra's friends, who stared at her in disbelief. 

As she politely accepted the offer to lead the way out of the main building, Kyra ducked her head to hide her blush as Mr. Markman waved at the principal. He then turned his eyes to the young woman walking ahead of him and his penis hardened at once. He had been planning this for a long time; it was the perfect chance to awake this naive girl to the pleasures of life and he would NOT waste it, even if his job depended on it. 

John Markman was a 35 years old Sociology professor who had been lucky enough to get a job at St. Catherine's less than a year ago. The school was very popular between wealthy families all over the country and parents sent their young and virginal daughters there to be educated, but little did Mr. Matheson -Kyra's father- knew about John's plans of taking his little girl's education a bit further... and far away from the theoretical matters he instilled in the classroom.

The wind blew Kyra's long brown hair and his already stiff cock hardened a bit more. Damn! It was hard enough to control himself during his lectures, now... Now it was impossible! It was a torture to hide his erection every time he laid his eyes on the attractive Kyra. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair and round, innocent hazel eyes that he longed to see beaming with lust for him and a body the school's uniform did nothing to hide. Sweat beaded on his upper lip whenever he noticed her young, firm breasts pressing against the white shirt, her nipples temptingly poking against it or when her green and blue plaid skirt rode up her smooth thighs as she sat down on her seat right in front of his desk. Now, as he stared at the gentle sway of her hips, he let out a low growl.

Kyra heard it and she turned around with a concerned expression.

"is everything alright, Mr. Markman?" She asked and John smiled at her.

"Sure, don't worry. Just keep on walking." He instructed her and she gave him a little smile.

They carried on walking in silence for a few seconds until the teacher's dorms came to sight. Kyra stopped in her tracks and then turned toward him with a scandalized expression in her face.

"I can't go in there, Mr. Markman." Kyra said. "You know the rules.. We are not allowed to enter in that building." She added and John cursed inwardly. Of course he knew the rules! Maybe someone had seen the problem of putting beautiful young girls and horny teachers together a long time ago and then had come up with that ludicrous rule, but he was determined to break it.

"I thought we were going to your office." Kyra added and John stepped closer to her with a friendly smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry, but my room is the only place available where we can have some tranquility... Something's being fixed at my office and there's no way we could even listen to each other there." He explained, hoping Kyra would believe that crap. 

She gave him a insecure look and then sighed.

"Alright... I just don't wanna have any troubles if anyone sees me in here." She murmured and John grinned as he led her inside. 

Kyra followed Mr. Markman up the stairs and then he showed her the way to his room. "Just in case you need it." He had said...

Once Kyra stepped into his room, John closed the door behind him and silently locked it, in case someone had the bad idea of showing up in a wrong moment and saw him doing naughty things to her. He didn't want to be kicked out of the school and lose the opportunity to enjoy of Kyra's delightful body for as long as he could. He then turned around with a smile in his lips and told Kyra to sit down.

Kyra obeyed and once she sit down, she stared at him as he fumbled with some stuff that lay on a nearby chair. Biting back a sigh, her eyes studied his dark blonde hair, his blue eyes and his handsome features. He was so attractive... Her gaze slid over his strong, well-built body and she blushed as the memories of a dream she had had not too long ago rushed back to her mind. Kyra had heard some of her dorm friends talking about sex and how they did it with their boyfriends and Kyra's imagination had taken care of the rest. That night, her dreams had been filled with images of a naked Mr. Markman...

Kyra snapped back to reality and she forced herself to look away from her teacher. She glanced around at the room ad just then, she noticed the big bed across the room as she sat at Mr. Markman's desk. The four posts bed was very comfortable looking, and she wished at once she could lay down on it for a while. Continuing with her investigation, she noticed that several big mirrors were located all over the room, the most of them strategically placed around the bed. Little did Kyra know that the next time she saw herself reflected on those mirrors, she'd be deeply impaled on his cock... and enjoying it as nothing ever before!

"Do you like it?" Mr. Markman's voice took her out of her daydream and she looked back at him.

"Yes-yes." She stammered again and he smiled reassuringly at her. 

"Why don't you leave your things on the desk? This might take us a while." He offered and Kyra nodded. She left her books aside and then her hazel eyes went back at him as he sat down in front of her, his desk between them.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here today, Kyra?" John asked and Kyra shook her head.

"Not really..." She answered shyly and he smiled at her.

"Last night I was reading the paper you handed it on Tuesday and I found that it isn't clear enough, as if you rambled a lot without actually getting to the point." Jon explained and Kyra's eyes grew wide. Oh my God! She couldn't fail! Her father would kill her! He was incredibly strict when school was concerned.

"You mean I failed?" She asked weakly and Jon smiled inwardly. There it was... She had given him the perfect excuse. With a serious look in his face, John leant back on his chair and rested his elbows on the armrests as his blue eyes probed into hers.

"You haven't failed, Kyra; at least not yet. But it worries me to see that such a great student as you can fail in such an easy subject like this. I don't want to do this, but I'm afraid I'll have to let your father know about this." Jon explained and Kyra gasped. She leant forward with a worried look and his cock twitched when her breasts pushed against her shirt.

"You can't tell my father!" Kyra begged with a teary look. "He's very strict... He wouldn't forgive me if he knew that I failed... You don't know how horrible he is..." She murmured as a round tear slid down her cheek. 

John couldn't believe his luck; if he had been aware of how things were, he wouldn't have taken this long to finally do this! Kyra was desperate and he knew he'd never have a better chance than this one.

"Please listen, Kyra... It can't be that bad." He tried to calm her with a soothing voice, but he didn't succeed. Grinning inside, Jon took another step forward. "Come here." He instructed and Kyra gave him a surprised look. He nodded and she stood up and walked toward him, standing right beside his chair.

Jon studied her and his mouth watered at the mere sight of her. Her breasts jiggled with her bated breath and one of her thighs softly brushed his elbow, sending electrical shocks to his shaft.

"My dad will kill me..." Kyra mumbled and Jon reach out his hand. He posed it on her arm and gently rubbed it up and down.

"I want to help you, Kyra." He said lowly and she stared at him. "Will you let me do it?" Jon added and Kyra nodded. "I'll help you, but you have to do as I tell you, ok?" He warned her and Kyra nodded profusely.

"Yes! I'll do whatever you ask me to!" She exclaimed and Jon grinned.

"Come and sit on my lap, then" Jon said and Kyra gasped in disbelief. Jon pulled a serious face and added in his best teacher's tone. "I thought you wanted your father to remain ignorant about this."

Kyra nodded and with a low sigh, she sat on her lap. As she did, her heart skipped a beat. Her skirt had ridden up a bit and the skin of her legs brushed against the fabric of his slacks, sending shivers down her spine, but she kept her eyes low and her hands on her lap as his hand smoothed up and down her back. 

Jon smiled and softly posed one hand on her bare knee, testing her. She didn't react, so he slid his other hand around her shoulders. 

"I'll help you, Kyra... I promise I will." Jon mumbled in her ear, making her shiver pleasantly. "Look at me." He ordered and Kyra obeyed.

"Will you tell my father?" She asked softly and Jon shook his head. 

"Only if you're not a good girl." He answered.

"And why do I have to do, then?" Kyra said and Jon grinned.

"You have to let me kiss you."

Kyra stared at him in disbelief, a bright flush covering her cheeks. He wanted to kiss her! The most handsome teacher in school wanted to kiss her! And if she let him, her father would never find out about her failing in school. She really wanted him to do it, so why shouldn't she let him? It was just a kiss...

Facing him, Kyra nodded softly and Jon smiled broadly. She was in for a roller coaster ride...

Pulling her closer, Jon posed his lips on her and kissed her innocently for a while, feeling how her body warmed on him. But as he kept a caste kiss, his hands began to wander. The hand on her knee moved just an inch upward, and the one on her back moved around her and now his fingertips were gently brushing the curve of her breast.

Suddenly, Kyra pulled apart with a marveled expression in her face.

"Wow.." She mumbled and Jon laughed.

"That was nothing, Kyra." He replied. "Do you want me to show you a real kiss?" 

Kyra's eyes sparkled and then she nodded excitedly, her body bouncing up and down and making his cock swell even more. Jon moaned and the pulled her closer, his tongue now probing into her mouth. He felt her own tongue dancing against his and once he heard her moaning for the first time, he knew the time was right. He moved his hand from her knee to her neck and before she could stop him, Jon was kneading at a full, ripe breast. Kyra gasped in surprise and then pulled apart.

"What are you doing?" She asked with an amazed tone, her eyes wide. Jon didn't answer, he just buried his face in the hollow of her neck and began to kiss the sensitive skin there without stopping the fondle of her soft mound through her shirt.

"Oh, Mr. Markman..." Kyra sighed. "It feels so good..."

Jon groaned and a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'll make you feel even better... Is that what you want, Kyra?" He asked and Kyra nodded arching her back against his hand. "Unbutton your shirt." Jon commanded and Kyra gave him a weird look.

"You mean like... Getting undressed in front of you?" Kyra wondered and Jon nodded solemnly. 

"Don't worry. No one will ever know... Just remember your father" He reminded her. Kyra sighed and slowly undid the buttons of her plain white shirt, showing a simple white bra covering her breasts.

Jon feasted on the sight in front of him. Her breasts were slightly tanned and he suddenly wished to see more of them. His hands moved to her back and in one swift movement, he took her bra off. 

Kyra shrieked and her hands flew to her breasts trying to cover herslef, but Jon didn't let her do it. As he stared at those full curves, Jon's shaft throbbed painfully in his pants and he softly rubbed against her thigh. Then, his hands flew to her tits and began to knead them gently.

Kyra moaned instantly. His warm hands made her feel wonderful things, and once his lips went back to her neck, it got even better. Closing her eyes, Kyra threw her head back and let him work on her.

Jon moved his lips downward from her neck to her chest as his fingers delicately pulled at her nipples for a while. He then looked down at them and smiled when he saw them turn into two hard and reddish buds that begged for his mouth.

"Do you like it, Kyra? Do you like the way my hands are fondling your tits?" He asked and Kyra groaned when he gently pinched at one of her nipples. His hands and his dirty talk were driving her insane. She nodded silently as she eagerly pressed her throbbing pussy against his leg. 

Hearing her silent plea, Jon moved one of her hands to down her stomach and leg, just to pose it on her inner thigh and then move it upward in a slow motion.

"Spread your legs a bit, sweetie..." He murmured in her ear and Kyra obeyed. Slowly, Jon moved his hand until he reached her panty clad pussy. He gently cupped it through the garment and Kyra let out a loud cry.

"Mr. Markman..." She moaned and that excited him even more. She would call him like that even if she were riding his cock in the bring of her orgasm!

"Your pussy is so wet, Kyra... I can even feel it through your panties. That means that you like what I'm doing to you, did you know that?" Jon asked and Kyra shook her head. "I wanna touch it, baby... Can I?" 

Jon was loving it. He was making her beg for relief... He had never imagined Kyra would be this horny!

"Touch me, professor... Please!" She begged and without second thoughts, Jon slid his hand under her panties and slid one curious finger along her slit before parting her folds and gently stroke her all over. "God!" Kyra exclaimed as she arched her back, offering herself to his finger. 

Jon teased her for a while before he finally stroked her where she needed it the most. He first took one taut nipple into his mouth and suckled it for a while and then he began to trace slow circles around her clit.

"How does it feel, Kyra?" Jon asked as her nipple slid out of his mouth with a low plopping sound. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed, and her breasts jiggled with her up and down motion as he shamelessly humped her pussy against his finger. "You little slut... You like it, don't you?" He groaned as he bit softly on her nipple. Kyra cried out in pleasure and Jon's cock felt about to explode.

"Yesssssss" Kyra hissed and Jon moaned.

"You're a slut, aren't you?" He murmured as he stroked her clit faster. "You need a big cock in you... My finger won't be enough, right? I'm gonna give it to you... yes... I wanna feel your little pussy around my big fat cock!" 

His words, along with his finger, excited Kyra beyond belief. She felt her body boiling there where her professor was touching her and when she thought that she wouldn't be able to handle it anymore, her world exploded as her first orgasm shook her over.

Jon stared at her as she came and he had to use all his strength to not come himself in his pants. Her body wriggled on his knees and her juices coated his hand as he traced slow circles around her love button as he waited for her breath to calm down a bit. When she finally opened her eyes again, he saw the marveled expression in them.

"That was... that was.. AMAZING!" She exclaimed and Jon couldn't help but laugh at her. 

"I know!" He answered and gave her a slow, passionate kiss.

One thing was for sure: Kyra wasn't now as half as shy as she had been when she entered in his room a short while ago. She willingly responded at his kiss and her tongue surveyed his mouth. When they pulled apart, Jon removed his fingers from her throbbing pussy and Kyra groaned in disappointment.

"You little slut!" Jon hissed, but Kyra simply frowned.

"I liked the way you made me feel." She said childishly and Jon laughed. He planted a hot kiss on her full lips and then murmured.

"The best is yet to come, you little bitch... Now stand up!" He ordered and Kyra obeyed grumpily. He preferred to have his fingers touching her pussy as he called it than standing up, but she knew she had no choice. Kyra stood up and Jon stared at her; her breasts naked and her nipples hard and wearing only her plaid skirt and her shoes.

"I'm not done with you, Kyra... I still can tell your father." He murmured and her eyes grew wide.

"I'm sorry..." She murmured and Jon grinned.

"Good. Now take of your shoes and socks." Kyra obeyed and once she had tossed them aside, she looked back at him. "Turn around." He ordered and Kyra did as he asked. "Now bend over the desk, rest on your elbows and spread your legs." Jon said next. Once she was in the position he wanted, Jon studied her for a few seconds and his eyes beamed with lust. Her short skirt had ridden up her legs and her moist white panties were clearly visible and he had to hold himself back; there was nothing he wanted the most that pulling her panties down and fuck that innocent girl senseless, but he had seen a hint of the slut she could be and he wanted to make her beg for his cock.

Kyra noticed his silence and frowning slightly, she did her best to look back at him without changing her position. Turning her head around, Kyra's eyes grew wide when she saw Mr. Markman's eyes fixed on her backside while his hand slowly rubbed his groin.

"Mr. Markman..." Kyra whined softly and Jon looked up at her with lustful eyes.

"Turn your head, Kyra." He ordered hoarsely and Kyra obeyed, wondering what he had in mind now.

A few seconds later, she heard him standing up and before she knew, his warm hands were stroking the sensitive skin of the back of her thighs. She straightened her head up, but Jon's soothing voice relaxed her a bit.

"Easy, Kyra... Haven't I made you feel good as I promised?" He murmured and Kyra nodded silently. "Then let me do this. This will be even better." He promised and Kyra rested her forehead on the cool wood, silently allowing him to do as he pleased with her.

"That's better, baby..." Jon said as his hands cupped her bum cheeks. 

"Professor..." Kyra moaned, feeling her groin tingling again as it had done just minutes ago.

"You like it, don't you?" Jon asked as his hands rubbed her butt and her inner thighs shamelessly. Kyra nodded and he stopped his fondling for a while until Kyra groaned.

"Please..." She begged and Jon, keeping his hands on her butt cheeks, pressed his hard cock against her exposed cunt and then bent forward so his mouth was at level with her ear. "Tell me that you like it, slut! I won't go on if you don't." He hissed and Kyra swallowed hard. She licked her lips and then her soft voice left her parted lips.

"I like it when you touch me, professor. Your hands feel great on my legs and my..."

"Say it, bitch!" Jon commanded sensing her hesitation, now rubbing his cock against her panty clad pussy.

"My ass!" Kyra exclaimed as she felt something hot probing against her pussy. "You make my ass burn with your hands, professor!"

Jon groaned and pinned her against the desk with his shaft. Damn her! She was so innocent that those words coming out of her mouth made him even more horny. Jon licked her ear and then he busied his hands on removing her panties. Kyra hesitated for a short while, but once she felt her panties rolling down her thighs and then Mr. Markman's hand touching her cunt again made her forget all her fears.

"Mmmmmmm... I like it, professor." Kyra groaned as Jon's fingers explored her pussy.