12 comments/ 109316 views/ 11 favorites Pederastic Eromenos By: RobXXX Chapter 1 My birthday fell just before the cut off line for school, so I actually started kindergarten at age 4. Throughout my life I was always the youngest in my class by 6 months to a year. As a result I was still 17 when I graduated from high school, so I did not head off to college right away. My life up to this point had always been one of longing, constantly trying to fit in, but more time than not I was on the outside looking in. Girls were of a great interest to me, but I was not to them. I had several girlfriends, but none seemed to last beyond a few weeks. My younger sister was incredibly popular and had many friends, which actually worked to my disadvantage; shutting me out of any social situation she did not want her brother involved in, which was most. I went to a community college right out of high school, still living at home, and spent most of my time away from school working at a low paying job that I hated. Since my social life was nil, and community college was more like high school that anything else, I witnessed no change in my life. The following year I was accepted at a small college in Central New Jersey, and could not wait to attend. I was very hopeful that I would finally find a life. The one benefit of living at home and working during my first year of college was that I had saved up enough money that I would not have to work during the school year. I arrived ready for all challenges awaiting me, as I was a good student, but most of all I wanted to make friends and find a much need social life. Right away I realized that it was not meant to be as I discovered that most of the other students who were attending this school were from Northern New Jersey, New York or Connecticut. I was put in with a group who were all to busy getting drunk and partying with their friends. I was not accepted as I was not from their background, geographically or economically. Most of the other students attending this school had wealthier parents, and were using this school as a stop over to try and get their grades up so that they could transfer to schools like NYU and UCONN, whereas I was very happy to have just been accepted. I was not even lucky enough to have a real roommate. The individual that the school had originally paired me with chose to not attend at the last minute; instead they stuck me with a junior who was originally supposed to get an apartment off campus with one of his fraternity brothers. He spent most of his time and slept most nights at the fraternity house, and did nothing more than use his side of the room as a storage area, if I seen him once a week for five minutes, that was a lot. While growing up, despite being close to Center City Philadelphia, I had never really been exposed to the arts. So after several weekends filled with studying, watching football, and trying to get into a few parties, I decided that it was time to get out and see what else life had to offer. I am still not sure if it was boredom or a need to experience new things, but I started taking a bus up to New York City on the weekends. Being that I was alone, and a little fish out of water, I started going to museums and art galleries, where I could spend the day and yet not look completely out of place all alone. My life would change a few weeks after I started making my trips into the city. I was at a small art gallery one Saturday afternoon, when I meant Jean, French for John. Jean was an older man who I would soon find out was in his early sixties. Jean was a businessman who was in the metropolitan area for a few months on business. We struck up a conversation while both observing the same painting, but it quickly became apparent that I had very little knowledge of painter or of art in general. Jean did not seem to mind, and we spent the next few hours walking around the gallery as he gave me a crash course in art history. I had to go, in order to leave the city before dark as I was still a little scared moving about all alone in the city. Just as I was leaving, Jean mentioned another gallery to me that I should see, so we agreed that I would meet him there the following Saturday. At this point in my life I had never experienced any feeling towards another man, and after my first meeting with Jean I thought of him as a nice person who I could not believe would have the time for me. Coming from my background, I was behind most of my classmates in that I had not been exposed to the arts, to how the business world really works (although I was a business major), or to older people actually having time to explain things to me. Though I was just about to turn 19, and trying to act like an adult, it was quite apparent that I was still taking in life as a wide eyed kid. The following Saturday Jean and I spent the day at the gallery talking more about life than anything else; I was a sponge taking everything in. Before I knew it, the gallery was closing, but Jean invited me to go out to dinner with him. I embarrassingly explained that I did not want to walk around the city after dark, but assured me that he would see to it that I made it back to my bus okay. We went to a little café and for the first time he started to really ask me about myself, my interests and what I was look for in the future. When I explained my major and my lack of exposure to the real business world, he started to tell me everything that I needed to concentrate on in school, and what I should expect once I got out into the real working world. Before I knew it, dinner was over, and he called a cab to take us back to where I could catch my bus. As we said goodbye, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him when ever I wanted to talk, in turn I quickly told him mine as well. The very next day I was surprised to receive a call from Jean, he said that he had just called me to check up and to see when I would be going into the city next. Up to now, it had never dawned on me that Jean had taken a real interest in me, other than that of a mentor. During our conversation Jean started to ask me about my dating history, or if I had any real prospects. I told him no, to be honest, and then he next surprised me by asking if I had ever considered dating someone older. I was confused, if girls my own age were not interested in me, then why would an older woman? Still I said yes, if the opportunity presented itself, I would consider. Just before he hung up, he asked me if I wanted to come to the city and stay the weekend at his place. I said yes, if he would not mind, what should I bring? We told me that I would not have to bring anything special, just myself and a couple change of clothes. The thought of spending the weekend away from the campus was exciting to me, yet then as is always the case, I became nervous and called Jean back the very next day. He assured me that I should not worry about my clothes that we would not go to any event that I had to get really dress up for (my wardrobe my limited, and not filled with expensive clothes), and also not to worry about money that he would cover everything. He asked me when I could come, and I said that I only have one class on Friday and would take the bus up afterwards. When he told me that he could take Friday off, I quickly blurted out (too quickly I soon realized) that I could actually skip my Friday class and take the bus up on Thursday. He ended the conversation by saying, "it's a date", and told me that he would be waiting for me when I arrived. The rest of the week was a blur, I spent extra time studying and getting all of my homework done, so that I would have my entire three day weekend open. Thursday afternoon I finished with my last class, headed back to my room where I had already packed, called Jean with my expected arrival time and headed to the bus stop. The ride there seemed longer than usual as I was excited, but still I was not expecting anything out of the ordinary, just hoping for a fun weekend. True to his word Jean was waiting for me when I arrived, he gave me a slight hung when we greeted, and asked to help me with my bags. As it was early evening, he asked if I wanted to get something to eat before heading to his place, we agreed and he drove us to a little place that he raved about. He drove a nice Mercedes, my first time in one, and I spent the majority of the time looking around the car. When we arrived at the restaurant, it was a small place which offered very private seating. The meal was nice, but Jean started to act a bit more serious towards me than in our past encounters and conversations. He gradually moved closer to me during the meal and when no one was around he reached out and touched my arm several times. It became apparent to me for the first time that he was taking an interest in me, in a way that no one had ever done before. The ride back to his place was a quiet one; he must have accidentally brushed his hand against my arm and leg several times. I had a million thoughts running through my head, I was very confused, and could not figure anything out. When we arrived at his place, a nice 10th floor studio apartment his company had rented for him during his stay, we entered into a private parking garage. He insisted on carrying my two bags as we took a private elevator up to his floor. His apartment was very nice, with a nice view of the city. Yet due to the location, it offered him a lot of privacy as there were no other buildings with a direct view. I gave me a quick tour, he had very nice furniture (rented) and I saw that his interest in painting went beyond that of observation. He had several half completed landscapes, and a few blank canvases. I commented that his art was very nice, he smiled and said that he loved to paint, but that all he had been able to do in New York was paint the skyline. I excused myself for a moment to use the bathroom. Once inside a million thoughts were still going through me head. What was I doing here? What did Jean want? Did I want this? I was nervous, but excited at the same time. I quickly became concerned that I was taking too much time, so I finally decided, to just let thinks happen and arrive at my decisions at that time. Once I arrived back in his living room, Jean suggested that we watch a movie. He asked if I had any preferences, and I said no. This seemed to put a gleam into his eye and he selected a film from his library, called "Food of Love". Jean asked me if I was familiar with the film and I told him no that I had never heard of it. He mentioned that it was an independent film, but that he thought we would enjoy watching it together. I said okay, and we sat down to watch the movie. The movie turned out to be a coming of age film about an 18 year old and his much older mentor. The film depicts the older male pianist and his much younger assistant falling in love. I was a little taken aback by the subject matter of the film, yet not at all surprised considering the way the Jean had been acting. After it because obvious what the film was about, and I had not objected, Jean asked me how I felt. I told him that I was not sure, but that I was not offended. Towards the end of the movie, Jean how had been a gentleman up to that point, moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders. Slowly he began to massage the back of my neck and shoulders, ever so gently at first, and then with more emphasis once he did not detect any objections from me. That is as far as he went until the movie was over. Once it ended Jean moved in closer to me and asked if I was uncomfortable, I told him that I was not sure. The question came next, and I embarrassingly answered truthfully, I had never had a sexual encounter of any sort before. I was a soon to be 19 year old virgin. Jean told me that he was very fond of me, and that he hoped we would become very close friends. I could not respond, Jean then moved his face closer to mine and kissed me very gently on the mouth. My head started to spin, but to my surprise, I did not resist nor was I repulsed. It was at this very moment that I first looked at Jean as I had never done before. As I had never looked at a man before, much less someone over 40 years my senior, I just remember that I started to compare our similarities and differences. I was five foot eight inches tall, and weighed around 135 pounds. Jean was slightly taller around five foot ten, and weighed around fifty pounds more than I. Jean had dark hair, with some obvious gray, he had aged well and his body seemed to be in very good shape. Jean moved in and kissed me again, this time with a little more feeling. He finally relaxed a little to kiss him back. This seemed to unleash his desires more, but still he did not try to rush me. Jean knew that I was in a very different position from one that I had ever been in before, he took his time. He kissed me for a minute or too longer, then sat back looked me directly in the eyes and almost pleadingly started to tell me how much he cared about me and that I was someone very special to him. I finally spoke up and told Jean that I was not sure what I was feeling, but that something felt very right between him and me. At that very moment Jean moved in and touched me, really touched me for the first time. His hand touched my stomach, and it was not long before (to my surprise) I had a noticeable erection. Maybe it was Jean being Jean, maybe it was because he had so much more experience than I, or maybe it was because he really did have feelings for me (above lustful), yet at that moment Jean only reached down and massaged my erection through my pants. He did not try to do more, he only moved closer and kissed me softly again. A minute or two later, Jean slipped his hand inside my pants. He felt my penis and gave it a quick stroke. I was so aroused, excited and confused that I came almost as soon as he touched me. When I did Jean looked into my eyes, not with lust, but with a sense of caring and kissed me once more. He next led me into the bathroom to clean me up. In the bathroom, he unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to my knees. He then lowered my underwear slightly and reached over taking some toilet paper and wiped up all of my cum. My first sexual experience, a hand job and I came in under five seconds. I felt so beautiful at that moment, confused to, as I was a man, should I have felt this way? He finished cleaning me up, lifted my pants back up and then we returned to the living room. It popped into my head, was I now Jean's pederastic eromenos? I was not sure what I felt, I know that must seem redundant, but things were not clear, at least not at that moment. By this time it was getting late, and Jean suggested that we call it a night, that he had a special day planned for us the next day. I slept on his couch, as Jean retired to his queen size bed. I was a little surprised that he had ended it there, but then again Jean was very intelligent, he did not want to push too hard too quickly. That night I tried to come to grips with what had happened, I had willingly let another man kiss me, touch me; he was the first to ever bring me off sexually. What surprised me most was that I had no regrets. Was I gay? Or was I just allowing myself to fall for this wonderful older man. I finally feel to sleep knowing that I was going to stay with Jean the entire weekend, and that I would willingly participate, if he so desired. There it was, it finally became clear to me, I would not return to college a virgin. Chapter 2 The next morning I awoke to the smell of Jean cooking breakfast. I asked him how long that he had been up, and he told only a few minutes, that he wanted to surprise me by having breakfast ready. Our conversation turned to the day ahead, as we spoke, I could see that Jean's smile was fading. The weather outside was different than want had been predicted, a heavy rain was falling. Jean told me that he had planned a day out in the city for us, but now that the weather was not agreeing with us, that we would have to change our plans. We ate breakfast; Jean was not a bad cook either. Trying to raise his spirits, and in coming to grips with my feeling, I asked Jean if he would like to stay in his apartment for the day and he could paint me something? Jean liked the idea, but taking a moment to observe me really close, he asked if I would mind modeling for him. I had no hesitation in saying yes. His next question was if I would mind modeling for him, "full body". I told him yes, and I was aware that meant nude, which in fact I was actually hoping for at this point. We cleaned up the kitchen, and as Jean went to set up, I went in to take a quick shower so that I would look my best. I took a very warm shower, I cannot stand cold water. I was very hard not to masturbate in the shower, thinking of what was to come. I carefully washed around my private area, as to not arouse myself any more. I finished dried off, then wrapped myself in a big plush towel and walked out into Jean's living room. I asked him if he was ready, and he said yes, that we wanted me to stand next to the window so that he could paint me against the skylight in the background. I tried to calm down as I walked into the room, embarrassed that I had an erection. Once I was standing next to the window where Jean directed me, I found it very difficult to relax. This was all new to me, and here I stood excited, yet embarrassed too. What if he did not like my body? I was not ultra skinny, but I did not have much muscle tone either. I could not believe it, was this how girls felt when their boyfriends saw them nude for the first time? Sensing my feelings, Jean approached me, extending his hand outward to gently stroke my face. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and told me to relax. Jean next dropped down to one knee while still looking me in the eyes, and slowly began to peel the towel from my body. His reaction was more than I could have ever expected. He looked up at me after allowing his eyes to soak in my frame, and told me that I was absolutely perfect. I could not believe it but I was blushing at this man who has telling me everything that I always thought that I would be saying to a woman. This comforted me a great deal, I was finally able to speak, and told him how happy I was that he approved of me. I next mentioned my erection, which as this point was growing painful. Would it matter? Would it mess up his painting? All the nudes that I have ever seen in art galleries never had their subjects in a state of arousal. Yes that may seem stupid to be thinking this, but I was young as so not thinking as an adult. Jean said that it would make the painting even that more perfect, to know that my body was showing him how much I wanted to be there for him. Yet being the wise older gentleman, Jean could also sense by extended discomfort. He stood up, taking my hand and led me to his couch. Before we get started, I would like to put you at ease, he told me. He sat me down, and then before I knew it, he leaned in close and kissed me on the lips. I returned his kiss, this time with more passion than I had ever returned a kiss before. Jean said not now, we will wait. He next kneeled down between my legs, and looked up at me, his eyes telling me everything. This is only meant to help you relax he said, lowering his mouth around my swollen cock. I could not believe the feeling as his soft mouth gently engulfed me. My first memory was of the warmth, followed by the gentle wetness of his tongue making contact, sliding up and down my shaft. The slippery feeling was unimaginably, as he started off going very slow, ever so slightly working me up and down. Next I could feel the pressure, almost like I needed to pee, but this was different. Jean reached around to my behind, and grabbed both of my cheeks, next I could feel the edge of his lips meshing with my pubic hair. Before long, I could not take it, and I reached out to warn Jean. He removed his left hand from my right ass cheek, grabbing my arm, letting me know not to try and stop him. Pederastic Eromenos Pt. 02 I would like to thank everyone for all of the wonderful feedback the I received for part 1, I hope you enjoy this as well. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. Chapter 1 First I should explain the title Pederastic Eromenos this refers to a young male lover. Pederasty is generally erotic practices between an adult and adolescent male, where as eromenos is the young lover. Though this has been documented through out the ages, the most famous of such relationships took place between Roman Emperor Hadrian and his young Greek lover Antinous. This afar ended tragically when Antinous drowned in the river Nilus (Nilus is Greek for the River Nile), but rest assured this story does not. Too much time had past since Jean and I had last been with one another. After our weekend together, our schedules had kept us apart for the better part of two weeks, an eternity to a horny teenager. I received a call on Wednesday evening, a full ten days since we had parted, it was Jean and he had a wonderful idea. Jean asked if I could possibly skip class the next day and join him in New York where he worked. I could not resist, and quickly devised a way to miss my classes the next day. Jean told me that he would arrange it to appear as if I was a student interviewing for an intern position with the company. He gave me the address and told me to meet him there at 10am the next morning. I quickly went back to my room and grabbed my assignments that were due the next day and ran across campus to drop them off in my professor's mail boxes. I left a note with each saying that I had to rush home for the weekend that a relative was sick. I stupid story, but what else could I think of quickly, especially since I was not thinking with my brain at that moment. The next day I awoke early, showered and dressed and headed to get the bus. I took an early one to make sure that I arrived on time. I had to deal with the millions moving about on a crowded work day in the city. I found the office building that Jean was working out of and took the elevator to the 22nd floor. I signed in at the reception desk and was given a visitors pass. Soon Jean arrived to greet me, and for a moment there I almost forgot where I was. Thankfully I could myself as I almost moved in to kiss Jean. Instead we shook hands and he showed me around the place. There were three different board rooms on the floor and it was filled with the offices of the company's executives and it also housed the company's in house legal staff. Soon we were down on the 12th floor where Jean worked out of, it was sparsely manned as I was told the human resource department had recently moved. It was now used as a training site for the company's IT department and a place where they stuck visitors on long and short term assignments. Jean introduced me to several of his co-workers and then proceeded to actually interview me for the position. It must have worked as soon no one paid the least bit of attention to us. Jean ended the interview and told me to walk out of his office ahead of him and head for the main doors on the floor near the elevators. A minute or two later he joined me, and directed me to follow him to the other side of the floor. This area was all but abandoned and we quickly went into a small conference room, with Jean shutting and locking the door behind us. Once inside he took a moment, just looking at me, then he moved towards me and took me into his arms. We kissed passionately for several minutes, as his hands roamed my body. He then had me moved back against the large desk in the middle of the room. Prompting me to climb up, he quickly started to loosen my pants. In no time at all, as if driven by a hunger that I had not seen in him before, my pants were on the floor leaving only my shoes and socks on from the waist below. Jean took me into his mouth and sucked me down his throat. Our love making had now turned to that of wanton lovers, no more of the extreme gentleness of a first timer. I was able to last a bit longer than the first time he did this to me, but the pleasure was too much and I finally exploded into Jean's mouth. He took everything and left no traces behind. As I laid there regaining my senses, Jean reached into his pocket and took out a very small tube, then rubbed the contents all around my opening. Jean worked a finger into me, then a second. He was gently pulling my ass opening from side to side, trying to get it ready so his entry would not hurt. What he did not know was that I did not need anything, my excitement was enough. Jean unbuckled his belt, then lowered his pants to just below his ass. He placed his cock at my entrance and without warning entered me. My joy had returned to me, I felt so good to be joined with Jean again, filled by his love. Jean wasted no time, he was pumping into me like a mad man. He reached out and grabbed into my thighs, clutching them very tightly keep me in position for his love assault. I really loved the fact that I had such an effect on this wonderful man. Soon I heard Jean let out a grunt, reserved due to our current surroundings, as he emptied into me. Jean relaxed his grip upon my legs, and steadied himself, getting his legs back under him. Unfortunately he next pulled out of me, leaving me empty inside once again. We cleaned up as best we could, Jean had no problem, but I had some of Jean leaking out of me. Jean gave me his wipe, and I used it to line my underwear. Jean gave me a kiss then opened the door to peek out. We were alone, so he motioned me to leave first, and we headed towards the men's room. Once inside a stall I was able sit on the toilet and clean myself. Jean kissed me once more before we walked out of the men's room, but then we had to part again. Before I left he asked me about that weekend, and I told him that I was free if he was. Jean led me back to the elevators and told me he would call me later that night. I headed out of the office building after our short time together, headed back towards the bus stop, I realized that I had forgotten to return the visitor's pass. On the ride back to school I reflected on our morning together, I was very happy that he had worked me into his busy schedule. As a private joke, I also wondered if this was how a mistress felt, waiting for my man to call ready to me him at a moments notice. I do not know why I started to consider my role in this relationship, but at the time new things were popping into my mind, sometimes at the most unsuspected moments. When I returned to my dorm, all alone again, I spent the rest of the day in deep thought trying to come to a certain conclusion in my head. The question I needed to answer was, "was I gay", or was it just that I was in love with Jean. Coming from my background were everyone was straight, straight laced more like it, in fact I never witnessed my parents in any sort of sexual activity. This was something that was never even considered in my family's household. After an early dinner that I hardly touched, my mind occupied by my current situation, I decided to visit the library. Lucky for me, I only had to spend about an hour lounging around before most of the other students filtered out. Once I was reasonable alone, I found a book on human sexuality. Back then there was no internet available, so one still had to sneak around in order to try and find answers. Picking up several large books to cover up my true selection, I headed for a section at the back on the second floor which had desks which were like mini-cubicles for privacy. I started reading about the history of homosexuality and how it was accepted in many ancient cultures as a norm, and that it was not until recent times in western society that it had turned into a taboo. I read how it was widely accepted by the ancient Greeks, in early Asian cultures and in fact many Indian tribes in Latin America. Next I started reading about culture and law changes over the past few centuries and how prejudices had developed especially in the West and Middle East. I had gotten caught up in the book for a while when I realized that it was after 8 o'clock and that Jean normally called around 9. I put most of the books back, but hid the sexuality book on top of a shelf so that I could access it later. I went back to my dorm, and soon enough Jean called and asked if I was still available that weekend, always the gentleman. Yes of course was my answer, then Jean surprised me and said that he would pick me up the next night so that I did not have to take the train. He told me to be ready around 8, I said quite moronically "it's a date". Why did I say something so stupid? Jean just laughed and we said our goodbyes. It was still early for me and my mind was restless so I headed back to the library, thankfully it is open until midnight during the week to allow the students to study, despite the fact that few use the place at night. I went back to my desk and took out the book once again. This time I turned to a section on actual sexual activity. This is where I first learned about what is a top, a bottom and yet how others prefer to be versatile. It said that a bottom is the receptive partner, taking on a submissive role. Funny, I did not see myself as being submissive, yet when I thought about it in the correct context I understood. Personally for me it was just that is how Jean and I shared our private pleasures. I left the library that night with my eyes open, open to a new realization that despite the fact that I was not ready to classify myself as gay, if I was it was no problem. I would wait to see how things developed with Jean, but one thing I would never do was to regret even one moment spent with this special man. I did not have to weigh coming out to my family or friends or anything like that, it was not the time nor had I reached that point. The hard thing to put into words, is that entire process that one must go through or in my mind "endure", during their formative years when trying to come to grips with their feelings and emotions. Chapter 2 I awoke the next morning, longing for the time when Jean and I would be together again that evening. I looked outside and it was beautiful autumn morning, the light was just filtering into my room. As I was alone as usual, I found no shame in relieving myself, I needed to. I next headed to the shower to clean myself off, yet just thinking about Jean made me do something I had never done before. Risking permanent ridicule if caught, I masturbated again that morning, this time in the shower. I went through my normal routine that day, an early class then lunch. I spent the afternoon playing basketball and trying to keep myself under control. I feared that I would have handled myself until I was raw if I had gone back to my dorm room. I had dinner, then packed for the weekend, and ended up sitting outside waiting for Jean just after six that evening. I was going crazy with lust and desire I guess, thankfully though Jean had left early, and was pleasantly surprised when he arrived just before seven and saw me waiting outside for him. I quickly hopped into his car, without a care whether or not anyone had seen me do so. Once we were in the Jean's car driving I quickly noticed that we were not headed back to New York, instead of getting on Route 1 to catch 95, we were on another Central New Jersey road headed towards the Pennsylvania Turnpike. When I asked, Jean said that he had a surprise for me and that we would spend the weekend away from both his place and school. We were headed into Pennsylvania towards Valley Forge. Soon Jean was driving on Route 276 heading towards the historic site where Washington and his troops spent that historic winter. We arrived at the place, a bed & breakfast that was built in the early 1700's. The place had three different guest rooms, all with different themes. Our room was actually a Victorian themed room with a large brass queen size bed and private bath and shower. It was nice as it was the only room with a private entrance, which put me at ease, as it would seem pretty strange in my mind for a couple of our sex and age to be booked at a bed & breakfast. Jean signed us in as I took our bags to the room. As I had a few minutes before Jean joined me, I read a pamphlet about this historic place. The place had a pre-revolutionary kitchen from which breakfast was served each morning, the house sat on a four acre spread with surrounded by open fields on three sides and a wooded area in the back, which promised privacy for those guests wishing to take strolls. The pictures in the pamphlet looked incredible, it was hard to tell the real thing that time at night. I had been to other places in Pennsylvania before, so I knew the scenery in the fall was beautiful, I had just never been to place that was private grounds like this before. Jean made it to the room just as I was finishing reading about the place. He sat down on a chair next to the desk that I was at to rest, and asked me what I would like to do that weekend. He told me that we could stay on the grounds or travel about the area. I mentioned that I would feel more comfortable staying at the place, maybe walking the nature trails and such; actually I would have been happy spending the entire time in bed. It took us a while to unwind from the trip, Jean needed a few minutes after driving for the better part of four hours. We watched some TV, and then Jean went into the private bath to freshen up. When he returned I finally asked him if the woman at the front desk had said anything or not. He told me no, and that they only had one other room booked for the weekend, so they must have been happy just for the business. So afterwards Jean and I found ourselves lying on the bed, sans our clothing. I could tell that Jean was a bit tired, so we just rubbed and touched one another for a time. Finally we ended up in a sixty-nine position, as I took him into my mouth first and started to suck away. A few minutes later, Jean joined the fun, he was such an expert. I was so horny, that I finished up in a surprisingly short amount of time. I then turned my attention back to satisfying my man. I was starting to get the hang of it, I found that it took awhile to get comfortable, funny you would think a man would be a natural just knowing what he would like done to himself. I started to massage Jean's balls as I picked up the pace of my oral assault. I tried to take him deeper into my mouth, but I was no where near experienced enough to deep throat him. Looking back though, Jean did not seem to mind. I brought his manhood out of my mouth and then started to slowly lick from the base of his cock near his balls up to the tip. I could tell that he really enjoyed this by the way his hips started to buckle, I did this a few more times before taking him back into my mouth. I could not believe that I was enjoying giving another man oral sex so much. Something I would have never thought that I would have done in my lifetime, had now turned into a passionate desire, I wanted no needed to bring Jean to the point of ecstasy. I kept up my assault for a few more minutes, if I was not for my youthful lust I would have had to stop as my mouth started to really get tired. Finally I brought Jean off. I did not plan for it to end like it did, but I had just took him as far into my mouth as I could when he suddenly pushed forward and came. As a natural reflex to keep from choking , I swallowed everything as fast as I could. Jean was very pleased, and we snuggled up together, and talked about our plans once again. Soon sleep was taking over, and Jean brought my head down upon his chest, and that is where I awoke the next morning. Chapter 3 The served breakfast early at the place, cooking each meal to order, as a result we did not enjoy each others bodies first thing the following morning. Jean and decided upon what we wanted, and Jean went done to the kitchen to retrieve our order. While he was gone, I took the time to shower and get dressed for the day. When Jean returned he seemed a little disappointed by the fact that I had dressed, but I was still a little embarrassed by our surroundings, and wanted to make an early exit to the grounds. The breakfast turned out to be very good, when we finished we traded places as I returned the dishes as Jean showered. I was thankful that I did not have to socialize with anyone, I was able to just deliver the tray to the kitchen and immediately walk back to our room. Jean and I walked the open grounds that morning, they had several arrangements of flowers, shrubs and small trees, I guess it was interesting. We saw several others during this time, so we kept a respectable distance from one another, not that we had held hands as we walked through the city two weeks earlier. I suggested that we walk the nature trail, as it may offer more privacy. Jean and I quickly hiked in that direction. The trail was nicely kept, and it was nice to see all the different color leaves on the trees. We soon found ourselves a good distance from the house and I had kept watch to see if there was anyone else around. I finally grabbed a hold of Jean and tried to lead him off the trail. He took a moment to look around then willingly submitted to my lead. We walked about fifty yards off of the trail and the ground descended down a hill. This was perfect. It was a little chili by this time of year, even though the sun was shining bright, yet at that moment I would not have cared if we were out in the middle of a blizzard. I kissed Jean, then dropped to my knees willingly. I looked up into his eyes looking for approval, wow what affect this man had on me. Jean granted me approval and I unzipped his pants and took him out through his fly hole. He did not get an instant erection, maybe it was the cold, maybe the surroundings, but I quickly corrected that taking him into my mouth once again. Jean had in two very short weeks turned me into a lover who willingly offered up all of my body for his pleasure when ever he wanted. Squatting there with Jean's cock in my mouth, I did not have the convenience of time or comfort. While performing oral on Jean, I was also trying not to get my pants dirty or leave any outward traces of our activities. Soon though I had gotten so into it, that I kind of forgot, only moments later realizing that my knees were once again rubbing against the ground. I thought of something new, and started to run my tongue up and down the underneath of Jean's shaft, right along the vein that protruded slightly from his penis. This caused Jean to shiver slightly, and I know that it had the effect that I was hoping for. Jean then reached out and grabbed a hold of my head with great force, and started to fuck my mouth with great vigor. I surrendered myself to him at that moment and tried to keep my tongue down as much as possible to allow Jean access for the deepest penetration. I did not hear Jean when it was that time, instead I knew he had climaxed when I felt little shots of his cum landing in my mouth. The first hit the back of my mouth, right where my throat opened, the second was during a recoil of sort and landed dead center on my tongue. I had learned very quickly how to swish every thing around, and also swallow consistently, even with a pumping cock in my mouth, as nothing would spill out. Jean was very happy to say the least. He pulled his pants back up and ran his fingers around my mouth as if to wipe away anything that I had missed. I was a little disappointed that he did not drop to his knees and give me the relief that I needed at that point, my cock had almost broken free of my pants it was so hard. Jean just playfully gave me a squeeze and told me to wait for later. We started to walk back up to the trail when I noticed that there were dirt stains on the knees of my pants. This gave us both a laugh, yet at that moment more then ever, I was very happy that our room had a private entrance. Pederastic Eromenos Pt. 02 We headed back to our room where I was able to change my pants, then spent the rest of the afternoon out driving around the local area. Jean was interested in seeing the sites, I was not as into the mindset of a tourist as was Jean. We returned to our room after eating dinner at a local inn, more of a steakhouse than anything else. We relaxed for a while as I watched TV and Jean tended to some urgent business. Later that night Jean approached me and helped me remove my clothes. He took control and pushed me down upon the bed. Jean then removed his shirt, as I started to undo his pants. Jean finished getting naked, then climbed onto the bed and immediately moved on top of me. We kissed for a while and Jean started slowly masturbate me, but would not let me reach a climax. Suddenly Jean moved down the bed and grabbed my legs, and turned me over onto my stomach. He pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees, and then in no time at all was positioned behind me, ready to mount. Jean reached over and grabbed something off the nightstand and then used it to lubricate my entrance. It was only moments later that he had penetrated me. Jean grabbed me around the waist very hard, and pounded my hole with all his might. Jean continued to fuck me for all that he was worth, until he pushed forward one last time and came inside of me. His weight forced me down onto the bed, and we laid there for a while with Jean's weight on top of me leaving me breathless with his still hard cock buried inside of me. When Jean had regained his composure, he pulled out of me and moved to lay by my side. I rolled over onto my back with my still erect penis standing at attention, begging for relief. It was only then, that Jean reached over and gave me a nice hand job. I was disappointed that he did not suck me off, but I cannot lie, it did feel very good. I guess that it had been a tiring week, or just the excitement of our newness with one another was wearing off, but Jean did not move to have sex with me again, right away. An hour or so later after having a discussion about his past week at work, the afternoon that I had visited him and what I was doing at school, Jean let me know that he was ready for more. This time Jean pinned me down, placing my legs over his shoulders. Jean plowed into me once again with great lust. Jean was able to last a bit longer this time, and while he was doing this, he would reach down and jerk me off slightly from time to time. After a very solid five minutes or so, Jean finished, coming inside of me for the second time that night. Jean finally gave me what I needed, he pulled out of me and moved down towards the end of the bed. Jean then proceeded to give me the best blow job that I had ever had, or maybe it was because I so desperately need it, that it felt that way. Jean was an incredible lover, he had so easily turned me into his love boy, willing to do anything to please him. He was definitely at top, and I had become as I had read, a very willing bottom. Jean now knew how to press all of my buttons and control me in any way he wanted. The most surprising thing was that I never saw it coming, or realized that he was doing it until I had already become it. We slept the night away after that, and woke up the next morning, like the day before, breakfast no sex. Thankfully this time, I remained naked while Jean retrieved our breakfast and once we were done, he was ready for me. Jean satisfied me first that morning, he even spread some jelly on my cock before sucking me into his mouth. What ever he did sure worked, as I had cum into his mouth in no time at all. Jean cleaned me up and then quickly took the dirty dishes back down to the kitchen. Upon his return he approached me from behind and started to kiss my neck. In no time at all he had reached around and started to stroke me. I could not believe it, but I came almost right away. Jean caught everything in his hand, then bent me over the desk that I had just eaten on. Jean worked on removing his pants with one hand, and used his other to smear my butt opening with my own semen. Jean then poked at me to see if I was sufficiently ready, then fucked me over the desk until he had filled my ass once again. The passion between us I noticed was starting to lessen, we were now fucking like lovers, with each willingly adapt to their respective roles. Jean kiss me when he had finished, then we both headed off to the shower to clean up. We did nothing in the bathroom but clean up, then to my surprise since it was still early, Jean told me that we had to leave, he needed to get home by the late afternoon if possible. We checked out and in no time at all, at least sadly to me, we were arriving back at my dorm. Thankfully though Jean did park and accompany me back to my room. Once inside he approached me and kissed me goodbye, telling me that he would call me later that week. It appeared as if he was ready to leave, but then as if he knew his total control over me, he turned around and came back to me. Jean immediately reached out, unbuttoned my jeans, and had my pants & underwear around my ankles in no time flat. Jean dropped to his knees and gave me another oral treat, it was so exciting, as it was so sudden without warning. I was also extra excited as I knew we stood the chance of getting caught if my absent roommate did decided to turn up. Jean finished his work, the moved up and kissed me once more, sharing my love with me once more. As we had to part, this time for real, he told me that he figured I could use that as he was not sure when we would be together again. He was as always my perfect gentleman lover. I almost felt like crying when he left, I so wished that I could just stay with him forever. This concluded part 2, please email me and let me know what you think, and if you want me to write a third part. Thank you once again, RobXXX. Pederastic Eromenos Finally I could no longer take it, and I exploded. I do not remember the details, how many blasts or details like that. All I remember was that I had finished, and yet Jean had not removed his mouth from around me. He swallowed, I was stunned, and I could not believe it. This was greatest sexual experience of my life, only my second, but little did I know far more pleasures to top this were soon to come. Jean got and took a step back, looking down over me, and said that he hoped that had relaxed me. I told yes, still trying to catch my breath. A minute later, I stood up on ever so shaky legs and walked back to the position that Jean had requested. After giving me further directions as to how he wanted me to pose, we started the process. Working for several hours, only taking a few breaks to let me sit for a moment, Jean finished just around lunch time. He did not want to show me just yet, he said that we would continue later, as he had a few finishing touches left to make. We had lunch with me still in the nude, Jean did not seem to mind, and then we went back to his painting. Jean finally finished just after two o'clock, when he showed me his creation, I was stunned. Jean was a very good artist, and he had painted me in a very favorable light, you could tell there was real feeling behind very brush stroke. With the weather outside finally clearing up a bit to just a drizzle, I retired to the bathroom to freshen up and finally dress for the day. Upon returning I found Jean still admiring his new work of art, he told me that he would have it shipped home, back to France with great care. At that moment, I realized that our relationship would be a different one, something that I would have to discover as it went along. Still I wanted to be no place else, but with Jean for that magical weekend. Seeing that I had arrived back, Jean told me that he had a wonderful idea, he knew of a little Italian restaurant hidden away on Long Island in a small town called Garden City. Jean and I had discussed food the night before, and I had mentioned that I liked Italian food, better than French. I was happy that he was not insulted, but we had always been honest with one another, Jean on the other hand listened and knew just how to treat me. We took a cab to Penn Station then caught the Long Island Railroad to a stop just a few miles away from the restaurant. Another short cab ride away and we arrived at the place. It was tucked away, hidden in a small neighborhood, next to a craft shop. With the houses, mostly older surrounding the place, I knew that either someone had brought Jean here before or he really sought out a private place for us. I quietly asked Jean how he knew of the place, when he were walking in, he mentioned that he had been a guest as a colleagues daughters graduation dinner held there. The place was small, but the tables were spread out for a little privacy. The staff on the other hand catered to our every bite, so we really did not have the chance to talk about the things that I wanted to. Dinner was great, when we finished they called a cab and we returned to Jean's apartment in reverse order of our original trip. Once back at Jean's place, the night had cleared up, so he suggested a short walk. Two blocks away from his place was a small man made park, more like a parking lot with a few small trees and some dirt, but it did offer a bench to sit on. The night had a slight chill to it, but nothing the would ruin the evening. We sat in the park and talked for about an hour, we had lucked out and had the place all to ourselves. Jean reached out and took hold of my hand early on during our talk, something that looking back on I realize would have caused me some confusion even 24 hours prior to that time, yet at that moment it seems natural. Jean took the lead and if reading my mind, kept getting me to ask every question that he somehow knew I needed an answer to. Not to transcribe an entire evening, but we address the following topics. Jean told me that he had a great fondness for me, and that he could not believe that someone like me would be interest in him, funny because up to this point I had always believed that it was I who was lucky. He mentioned that when he had to return to his country in a few months, that we would take every step to keep our relationship going, if I was willing; of course at that moment I was. When sex entered the conversation Jean seemed to know all the right things to say to me, as I was still a virgin I guess you could say, except for our prior oral and manual fun. He told me not to worry, that we would only move as fast I was comfortable with, and only go as far as I wanted. I knew then, what I wanted. He ended up making out like a couple of teenagers for a few minutes, then we broke away to return to his apartment, the night that offered to change my entire life awaited. Chapter 3 To this day, I remember that night like no other. I know what we did, how we did it, and especially all of the feelings. It was almost like an out of body experience. I was there, enjoying it all, yet at the same time it was like I was standing over us detailing the whole event with my heart. Jean and I had a very difficult time, not touching one another as we entered his apartment building. Yet as Jean was viewed as a respected businessman we had to maintain a certain distance, I do not think that anyone who saw Jean would have thought of his interest in me, or any man for that matter. We did manage to accomplish our task, but once we reached his apartment, he could not resist kissing me once more before we entered. Anyone could have seen us, but no one was around. As soon as the door shut, he took me into his arms, this time with more force and excitement then ever before. We approached his bed; he started to take off my clothes. My shirt, my shoes, and then finally my pants. Once again I was standing before him naked as the day I was born. Only reached down and started to stroke my already anticipating erection, foundling me like no had ever done so before. Here I was being touched by Jean once again, and yet I have never seen him. I reached out and started to undo his pants, Jean let go of me and stepped back. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest. His chest had minimal hair, more gray than black. His muscle tone still showed through, nicely for a man of his age. He removed his expensive shoes and socks, he even removed his belt. Then as if teasing me, he unbuttoned his pants. Jean then reached out, took man hand in his, and directed me to unzip him. I did so with some quickness, if I remember correctly, I was completely taken in this moment. Finally, I grabbed hold on his pants and underwear and lowered them to the floor. I bent down to do so; looking up to Jean's awaiting cock. Jean was erect now as well, no slow build, no additional motivation needed. I looked Jean over; his lower body was a perfect as the top. I remember at that very moment, not knowing exactly what to do next. I knew that I wanted to make love to, make that with Jean, but I was not sure what to do next. Jean directed me to the bed; we lowered together and kissed for a while. His hands roamed freely upon me, and I started to feel his chest, then I went to his back, eventually lowering to squeeze his butt. I must confess that I am just over 6 inches fully erect, I feel so lucky even today, that Jean was my first as at time I am almost embarrassed to admit it. Jean had a nice cock, it was just over an inch more than mine, and our bodies seemed to compliment each other. Finally when Jean started to stroke my cock, I reached out and for the first time in my life, touched another one. Before I knew it I was stroking Jean in unison with the pleasure that he was giving to me. We continued for a while, kissing and gently keeping each one in a state joy, yet not bring each other to the edge. Jean finally broke away and started to kiss down my body, pushing me up as he went down. He took my cock into his mouth and started to suck, this time with my much vigor and passion that before. It took no time at all before I was close to the brink. Jean continued, he was gently pulling and massage my balls at the same time. Suddenly I realized that Jean was taking me into his mouth even deeper, I could feel the opening of his throat with my tip. I could take it no longer, erupted into Jean's mouth for the second time that day. I thought that Jean must have swallowed again, but he had other idea's, he hooked his arms under my legs and moved his mouth down to my butt. I know that unlike a vagina, a man's ass does not self lubricate, but at that moment I could feel that I was sweating between my cheeks. Jean kept the pleasure coming my way, by releasing my cock from his mouth, and he started to lick and poke at my virgin open with his tongue. Soon I could feel that he was lubricating my with his saliva and my own cum. I looked down to see the top of his head bobbing up and down, as he was giving me my first rim job, though I did not know the exact title of it at the time. After several minutes of this, and after Jean had unselfishly done everything for me, I should say even from the moment we first meant, I knew at that moment what was about to happen. Jean moved his body up so that he could see me, begging me with his eyes; all I could do was whimper as a yes. I felt Jean move the head of his penis to my opening. Our eyes locked on to one another, and suddenly I felt him begin to push. My body for some reason momentarily resisted, not my heart or mind though. Before I knew it, he was breaking through me with his tip. It hurt or should I say pricked me for just a second, but I wanted it so much at that moment that nothing would have made me stop him. A few moments later Jean had entered me with the full head of his penis, I was no longer a boy, Jean had turned me into a man, something I have never regretted. A few gentle pushes later and suddenly his shaft was entering me. I started to feel his glory filling me up, I felt more loved at that moment, than any I can remember. Jean took his time; it must have been two or three minutes before he was all the way in. I felt that exact moment, I knew we had been joined. Given my reactions of joy and encouragement, Jean slowly started to pull out, and then pushed back in. This went one for only a few strokes more, when I felt Jean explode his love into me. His body came down upon me, not a collapse, but more an embrace. He stayed in me for a while, just holding me. I was rock hard at this point, and as soon as he moved his body, his belly sliding against my cock, I lost it and fired onto him. Jean let out a little laugh, as this occurred. He very gently pulled out of me, I felt empty, almost as if my body regretted the fact that he was leave it. He moved up along side of me, took me into his arms and we kissed, then snuggled into a deep sleep. Chapter 4 The next morning I woke up with a zest, energy that I truly don't recall happening before. Yes I remember times in my life before and after when I was truly excited or anticipating something, but this was quite different. I was not sure what we were going to do, but regardless I was ready to seize the day and partake in every opportunity that presented itself to me. Jean soon woke up as I had been spending my time taking in his body, his smell, his essence. He suggested that we shower first, and then he would take us out to breakfast. He had a full day planned, and today we would do our best to get out of his apartment, he said with a chuckle. Jean wanted to take me to a few shops and other locations in his neighborhood, then to a special club that he knew of, one he told me that he was sure I had never heard of. We showered together, helping each other get clean, but we did not engage in any direct sex during the shower. Yet as the warm water hit our bodies, and our playful touches became more direct, we finally ended up masturbating each other while under the pretense of helping the other wash his penis. He both needed the relief; I know that I especially did. We both dressed for the day, Jean wore a nice casual outfit, which if it had come from my closet would have been considered dressy. I wore a pair of jeans and the nice polo shirt, the only one I had, most everything else I owed at the time was a t-shirt or sweater. Jean had spent his money well, he always looked dignified to me, and he knew how to carry himself. We had breakfast that morning at a local café which was very nice. We ate and made small talk, while watching other from his neighborhood pass us by. The strange thing was the no one looked at us, I guess that I had a guilty conscious, and just assumed that everyone could tell what had happened between us the night before. Yes I know this is New York City where crazy people roam the streets and no one notices, but it was new to me, as you can tell I was still very self conscious. Later that morning we hit several small shops near his apartment, nothing to memorable, then grabbed something from a vendor I guess you would consider lunch. Jean then mentioned that there was one more store he wanted to go to, but it was a ways from his locale. We walked about a half hour, until we came to a side street, almost an alley. Towards the end was a shop with the windows covered and only a small sign with an XXX on it. It was an adult bookstore or should I have called it an adult shop, as there were few if any real books inside. I noticed that the sign mentioned an age limit of 21, but Jean said not to worry. We entered and the man behind the counter looked up at me, but before he said anything Jean approached him and they exchanged a few words. Next thing I know the man had a big smile on his face, and told me to tell my "friends" about his shop, and that we were welcome anytime. I let it go, as I soon realized why we were there. Past a second of video's and plastic love dolls, was a toy section with other things as well. Jean showed me something that he was interested in buying for us, if I agreed. I would have said yes to anything that Jean requested that day, so I quickly agreed. It was a restraint kit of sorts; I had never seen anything like it. It had hand and feet restraints and the woman pictured on the box was lying on her stomach with her hands and feet bound behind her. Jean also picked out a collar and chain, he looked at me and said that he had once been at a club and saw one man leading another around with something like this on. I guess that I did not realize he was just mentioning it to me, as I have said Jean never pushed me to do anything that I was uncomfortable with, but I quietly told him that if he wanted me to wear it for him I would. This brought a tremendous look of desire, satisfaction, and lust to his face. Jean paid for the items as I was looked at some of the other things in the store. I could not believe it but there were blow up dolls of she-males, chubby women and even a sheep that was sold as a party novelty. While this was going on, I failed to see another item that Jean purchased, but it was a nice surprise later that evening. We walked slowly back to Jean's apartment our new purchases discreetly hidden in a dark plastic bag. Along the way we discussed many things, but sex was not one of them. Jean it seemed really enjoyed my company, and I was only too happy to spend time with someone so wonderful. Our day concluded with a few more meaningless stops, before returning to his apartment to discuss our evening plans. I must point out that I had approached the subject a few times during our walk, but Jean had conveniently misdirected the conversation. Once back at Jeans apartment we freshened up and he asked if I was hungry or wanted to wait until later. I was fine, and once again I pushed him for an answer, "where are we going tonight"? Jean finally mentioned an underground club, he said that it was an all male club, and asked if I felt comfortable enough to attend. I asked him if that was what the leash and collar were for. He laughed, and so did I. I agreed, and he told me to change into something a bit more relaxed. I put on an older t-shirt, one which was yellow, but had a nice stitched pattern. Jean mentioned that the club was like what one would expect in the Village, but that since this one was in his neighborhood, it was not frequented by such an outlandish crowd. We arrived a bit early; it was just after 6pm. I had never been in such a place, I had only seen what one was supposed to be like in a few comedy movies. I do not why I was surprised, but Jean knew a few people in the place. We took a table near the back as we were early. I know that I should not have been aloud in that place as I was not of age to legally drink, but again I was with Jean so all the rules seemed to go out the window. Jean ordered drinks for us, and since I was not sure what to order, I just said a screwdriver. We were soon joined by a friend of Jean's another Frenchman named Claude. Claude was there stag, and he seemed envious that Jean was there with me. Was it me, or my age? I am still not sure. Claude only stayed with us for a few minutes; he soon left to approach another man he knew who had just entered the place. Jean asked me what I thought of Claude, I said that I guess he was nice, but I was thinking that he did not even begin to compare to Jean. We sat there for a while, Jean had a second drink while I was still fidgeting with me first, too much vodka for my taste. Finally the place started to fill up as the evening progressed. I started to see people coming in dressed in leather, chains, and ones with too tight jeans, boots and cowboy hats. Some men had the shirts off, and one even took his pants off and was dancing between two larger men in only his underwear. I was just taken aback by this all, not offended, just in a foreign environment from what I was used to. After a while I finally turned to Jean and asked him a question that up to now had actually never entered my mind. I asked Jean when he knew he was gay, and how did he start, as up till that weekend I had never even harbored the thought of being with another man. In fact I doubt that at that point in my life, I would have been with any other man, but Jean. He was real honest with me and told me that he had feelings for other boys when he was finishing up his A-levels in a private school. He told me that he had never acted upon his feelings with anyone, and that it was actually not until a trip to the coast that he picked up another man, it actually occurred on a beach. He did not go into details, I has happy about that, I guess you can tell it would have made me jealous of sorts. He went on about his life, he had been in and out of a few semi-serious relationships, but had concentrated most of his adult life on furthering his career. Being so young at that point I did not realize what he was actually saying, I do know Jean did regret not having developed a true partner during his life. Over the next couple hours we had ordered a couple of sandwiches to eat, Jean had a few more drinks; I had changed over to a few sodas. Finally as the clock approached ten, things started to liven up. Soon I would understand why Jean was so excited to have me go to the club with him. The music around this time became louder, more men were arriving, and many started to dance. During this time, our table was approached by a number of people; some Jean knew some he quickly dismissed. Things started to become a little wilder, as what I witnessed next, absolutely stunned me. I noticed two men around the bar drop to their knees, followed by another, before I knew it the three were giving blow jobs to the men they were with. People around us also started to remove articles of clothing too, there were more individuals going shirtless, one even was walking around in only chaps. He was with a large man, almost twice his size, who was dressed in blue jeans and had on a leather top of sorts. Jean asked me if I was uncomfortable, and if so we could leave. I told him know that I was okay, but he could tell that I was not sure, so he quickly assured me that he would make sure that no one bothered me. Pederastic Eromenos As things progressed that night I understood why this club was an underground one, I could see why they would not want to attract attention. When I went to the men's room, there were more people involved in various sexual activities, than those using the facilities. Finally around 11, and after a least a half dozen drinks, Jean asked me to dance. I am a terrible dancer, but I just moved along to the music. Before I knew it Jean moved in close, and at that very moment, the music went slow. His hands were all over my body, and by the time the sound was half way through, he were making out in the middle of the dance floor. Not long afterwards, an older gentleman who Jean knew approached us, telling Jean that a private room in the back was open. Jean led us to the room, and before I knew it, Jean's friend was closing and locking the door. Jean introduced us, his friends name was Richard, and they did business with one another from time to time. The room had what looked like and examination table, but covered in leather. Two chairs and a beach completed the room, there were no windows, and it was very private. The walls were covered with a black paint, so the light that hung down from the ceiling did not do too much except for the area with the table. Jean turned to me and asked if I was up for something a little adventurous. I said yes, wondering what he had in mind. Jean smiled, and asked me to get undressed if I did not mind. Richard at this point sat in one of the chairs, just observing. I had dismissed him by then, as I was completely focused on Jean. I stripped down to nothing, and Jean took my clothes and folded them nicely and put then on the bench. He asked me to hop up on the table, and then he took a step back and removed his clothing, while never taking his eyes off of me. Jean approached me and we started to kiss, his hands moved down my body and started to massage my erection. Soon he started to gently push me onto my back; I got the picture and lay back for him. Jean then reminded me of our purchase from earlier in the day, he winked at me, and I blushed. Jean turned and Richard produced the restraints, and walked them over to us. Jean asked me once more if I was okay with this, and I said yes. He first bound my hands, then my feet, he hooked everything to a central set of hooks and suddenly I was lying back with my hands & feet together and my ass exposed. Jean then asked Richard to hand him a tube which was filled with a sex lube. Jean rubbed a tremendous amount all over his cock, then applied some to his finger, which he then penetrated me with. Slowly he worked his finger into me, slowly pulling around the sides of my hole. When he thought that I was ready, he just approached and started to push into me. It took me a second to get comfortable, once Jean saw this; he started to thrust into me with great abandon. His fucking was with a lot more lust, than it had been the previous night. I guess with the lube greasing his cock, he was able to last longer, as he did not cum after a few thrusts. Jean was able to keep fucking me for what seemed like an hour (though I know it was nowhere near that long). He finally told me to get ready, and with one final push he exploded into me. That most amazing thing happened to me at that exact moment; I exploded all over my chest too. Jean had not touched my cock, just fucking my ass and yet I came too. I was in heaven. Jean pulled out, leaned down and kissed me. He then took a step back, as I was still bound in a very vulnerable position. Jean asked if I minded rewarding Richard? I did not want to have sex with Richard, but before I could protest, Jean explained the Richard was a cum slut. I was not sure what that meant, but Richard approached me and started to lick and suck my ass, sucking up Jean's cum that was escaping my ass. It was alright I guess, but not something I really cared for. While Richard cleaned the cum from my ass, Jean wiped his cock clean and got dressed. He then came over to me, and unbound my legs from the central hook. He then had me get down from the table, and took off the rest of the restraints. I was going to get dressed, but Jean asked me if I minded not doing so. I thought that we would be in the room a little longer so I said yes. Next Jean produced the collar and chain, placed it around my neck and we followed Richard out of the room. As we reentered the club, everyone stopped to look at us, I could tell they knew what we had just done. Richard left us, as Jean brought me to the table and we sat down. Jean kept a hold of the chain and pretty soon more and more of Jean's friends came up to us to ask about me. A number asked if I was available, Jean made it know in no uncertain terms that I was not. We both had another drink, I needed one as I was very nervous and embarrassed being naked in front of so many people. Just after midnight they cleared the dance floor, and soon a show of sort started. A few couples went onto the floor, and soon most were blowing each other, while one couple featured a tall heavier set man, bending over any being fucked my a much slimmer Asian man. The crowd cheered as one by one each couple finished. Next to my surprise, Jean got up and led me out to the floor. There he stopped and dropped to his knees. I guess it shocked everyone that it was he not I who went down. It took me a minute due to my nervousness, but soon I was hard as Jean was giving me a tremendous blow job. I was able to last a lot longer, and soon I place my hand on the back of Jean's head, directing him. I was in ecstasy, as I exploded down Jean's throat. Jean swallowed it all, to the cheers of the excited crowd. We retired back to our table and Jean asked if I was ready to leave. I said yes, I still had boundless energy, but I longed for a more intimate setting. I front of everyone I dressed and Jean removed the collar. This caused a few to grown, but I was not really paying attention. By the time I was finished dressing, everyone was back paying attention to whoever they were paired up with that night. Jean collected our things, placing them back into a discreet bag that Richard had given him and we called a cab. Soon we were back at Jean's apartment, finally alone again, just how I liked it. Chapter 5 It was just after one in the morning when we returned to Jean's apartment. The first thing that he did was take me into his arms and kiss me very deeply. We then sat down and Jean explained that Richard had dropped by his apartment earlier that night to grab the restraints and collar that we had forgotten. I asked him if he and Richard had ever, and he said once or twice, but it was nothing special. I asked him about the room at the club and Jean told me that he had never utilized it before, but had fantasized about doing so, but never in his wildest dreams was it with someone as special as me. He always knew the right thing to say. We had soon shed our clothes and were headed to Jean's bed. I sat down first and as Jean approached me, I decided that I wanted to show Jean how special he was to me. As he stood I reached out and took hold of his penis. I had never thought that I would be doing this, but I moved in closer to take him into my mouth. I do not know what I was expecting, but it did not taste bad, in fact it had no real taste at all. It is hard to explain, but what else can I say, I was immature. I took the head in and started to lick around the top. Soon as the saliva in my mouth started to go into overdrive, I was slurping him into me; sucking for all that I was worth. Jean's reaction told me that I was doing a good job, no accidental biting, or scraping against my teeth. I continued to suck Jean, it took a while, but I could soon feel his penis really start to tense up. I stopped for a second, and took him out of my mouth, I then not knowing (but had seen it in a porno) started to lick at his balls. Jean soon directed me to take in back into my mouth, and he started to move his hips, he had taken over doing the real work. Next thing I know Jean lets out a small yell and I feel it hitting the back of my mouth and dripping down to my tongue. It was warm, and it did not taste like I had expected. I was not thrilled by it, nor repulsed. I quickly swallowed, more so to get it out of my mouth, but from Jean's reaction when he bent over and sucked the air out of my lungs with his kiss, I knew that I had done my job. We both lied down on the bed, and I with a full hard on moved on top of Jean. I was soon kissing him all over, and I started to move a hand down and massage his ass. Jean reached out and took my rod in his hand and started to pump me, but I wanted more. I tried to move Jean so that I was between his legs, but he stopped me. Jean told me that he was essentially a top, and had not taken it in an awful long time. Wow, at that moment, I never knew that some gay men were not what I now know as versatile. I was kind of disappointed, as I loved when Jean mounted me, I felt so loved, so sexual. Jean moved around on the bed and suddenly we were in a 69 position. Jean took me into his mouth, the pleasure was intense. Not having anything to do lying with my face only inches from his cock, I took his semi-soft penis into my mouth and in no time it was ready for more action. I could not believe it; I had never sucked a man's cock before, and now I was doing it twice in only minutes. Jean and I continued giving each other oral pleasure; I finished first, emptying everything I had into Jean's mouth. I then shifted my body so that I was actually lying on top of Jean. I continued to take him into my mouth over and over, sucking him in, in a piston like motion. Having just come, it took Jean a while and my mouth was getting tired. Finally Jean climaxed, there was a little that entered my mouth, but no where near as much as earlier. Having done so earlier, I simply swallowed my loves juices. There I said it, a strange transformation had taken place with me, I had went from wide eyed college freshman to someone who had fallen in love with a much older man, in only a few weeks. In fact I had went to Jean's apartment that weekend with only a fondness for this man, I guess you could say a crush (though I was not truly conscious of it) and now I had fallen in love. We snuggled up with one another and went to sleep, ending an almost perfect day. I would have to leave Jean tomorrow, but at that moment, I just enjoyed the closeness the comfort of being in his arms. Chapter 6 The next morning we awoke just before noon. I hoped out of bed to use the bathroom, and Jean followed me in. Once I was ready, I turned around to see Jean starting the shower. I entered with him, and just stood there as he washed my entire body. I returned the favor, and then Jean turned off the shower without once making any sexual advances towards me. I was drying myself off, a little disappointed that we had just showered, when Jean approached me from behind and started to kiss the back of my neck. His hands began to feel my chest, then his fingers started to pull at my nipples, he had never done that before. Then with a gentle push, I was up against his sink. Jean dropped to his knees, spread by butt cheeks and started to penetrate me with his tongue. This lasted a couple of minutes as he also reached around and slowly started to stroke my cock. Next Jean gave me a little shove forward, he stood then let the weight of his body push me over even more. Jean reached over and grabbed some hand lotion and used it to grease his cock, I knew what was coming. Jean entered me and to my surprise it hurt a little, I guess my skin was a little dry after just being so wet. Within a few thrusts, the joy returned and Jean continued his assault. Considering this was not my first time, Jean put more force into his fucking; he was bringing his cock almost all of the way out, and then shoving it in with force. A few times be brought it 99.9% out where I felt just the very tip teasing my opening, then he would ram it all the way back in. Jean lasted a good while, and then with grunt louder than I had ever heard him before, he emptied into me. This was a great way to start my morning, my new lover, my first taking me with great lust. Jean pulled out of me, and then turned me around. Before I knew it he was down on his knees devouring my cock, almost swallowing me whole. This was different from before, this was sex between two lovers, not a soft tender gift to a very young partner. I did not last but over a minute or two and I blasted into his mouth. Jean took it all in, and then rose to kiss me. To my surprise he had not swallowed and as we kissed, he passed some it back to me. We broke away from each other, and emptied what was in our mouths into our stomachs, I wondered if that was my breakfast. Jean asked me not to dress; we then ate, and then watched a little TV. Football was on, but Jean was not into it, it was not a game that he was familiar with. After a while Jean pulled me by the arm and led me over to his bed. He said that he needed me one more time, as it was the middle of the afternoon by then. I lied down on my back, and spread my legs for him; I must have looked like a total slut. This was something only three days before I had never done; now I was willingly doing so upon even the slightest request from Jean. Jean mounted me and fucked me hard for a good ten minutes; he was amazing (as if he wasn't always). Jean finally came inside me again, and rolled off me, for the first time showing signs of being exhausted. I lied there with my legs still spread for a while as some of Jean dripped out of my ass. I did not want the feeling to end, but alas I eventually went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned Jean was getting dressed and I had to pack up, unfortunately our weekend was coming to a close and I had to get back to school. Jean and I kissed passionately for a long while before ever exiting his door. He retired downstairs to the parking garage and placed my things into his car. Yet before we drove away, Jean got a nasty grin on his face and looking around seeing no one, he asked me to take down my jeans. Jean then buried his face in my crotch and gave me another blow job. I was surprised and extremely excited all at once. The chance that someone could come by and catch us, made it that much more pleasurable. I sat back and enjoyed what he was doing, until I climaxed. Jean used his tongue to clean me up, and then I pulled my pants back up as Jean pulled out of the garage. Jean asked if I minded him driving me back to school, instead of taking the bus, I did not turn down his offer. It took just over two hours to reach the college, and he pulled up to my dorm. Always astute, Jean acted as straight as possible and helped me carry my bags into the dorm. When I got to my room I was alone as usual, well not usual, Jean was there. Jean explained that he just wanted to see my room, but unfortunately with everyone roaming the halls we did not dare shut my door, so we could not cap off the weekend with one more fuck. After a few minutes he said goodbye and told me that he would call me later in the week and we could discuss further what we had talked about on the ride home. With a heavy heart I watched Jean walk out of my dorm room, down the hall and out to his car. I unpacked and gathered up my clothes to go do a load of laundry, I needed something to get me out of my room, I did not want to be alone. Yet as my luck would have it, I was the only one doing laundry on a Sunday night. That night I was all alone in my room and once I was sure that my roommate was not coming home, my hand slipped into my pajamas and I masturbated several times, thinking back on all the experiences that Jean and I had shared the incredible weekend. I also thought back to what we had discussed on our drive home. Jean would have to be leaving to go back home in a few weeks and wanted to know if I could come and visit him in France over the semester break. I hoped that my parents did not object, but on the other hand I needed to come up with a good excuse to explain why some older businessman was paying for me to travel overseas for a few weeks. The greatest weekend of my life had concluded, but at least I knew that Jean and I would be seeing more of each other in the weeks and months to cum! This was my first story, please let me know what you thought of it. If I receive enough positive responses, I will write additional stories detailing more sexual adventures between my older lover and I.