2 comments/ 42000 views/ 17 favorites Valuable Lessons By: TimothyM This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women. However in the beginning the main reason for being in the closet was that I was both shy and inexperienced and certainly not ready to go on the prowl openly. Also male sex took more trust than fucking a female, because I wanted to receive as well as give. Thus I had problems figuring out how to meet guys and hook up for sex. I didn't want to hit on other students, mainly because college was my best source for fucking girls, so I feared to be labeled as gay. Nor did I at first dare go to the gay bars that I knew existed in Copenhagen. And I was even more wary about pick up spots like public toilets, seedy cinemas, Ørstedsparken, and other areas rumored to be meeting places for homos. But Copenhagen was (and still is) a relaxed city concerning sexual orientation, and there're also bars where both straight and gay people can go. So I gradually got used to flirting with both girls and guys, but nothing else happened. Finally I worked up my courage to visit a gay bar/club, telling myself that I would just look and flirt. My vanity was gratified by the number of men who hit on me, as I stood by the bar clutching my beer. I indulged in some dancing and mutual groping, but avoided going any further. Perhaps due to the fact that my first experiences with male sex had been outstanding, I'd gotten rather picky, but in any case I wasn't really tempted. Maybe because most of the men who approached me, were a lot older, and the young guys I looked at mostly ignored me. In the end I just stood morosely at the bar, trying to figure out why I was out of luck. Gradually, I became aware that one of the bartenders was having a discussion with an older guy, in between serving customers. I managed to join the conversation which centered on how to find good fitness centers. The guy at the bar certainly looked as if he worked out regularly, even if he was slim and toned rather than bulky. He was tanned, with short, dark-and-grey hair, a handsome profile and a firm mouth. His smile and the expression in his cool grey-blue eyes sent small tinkles up and down my spine. In spite of him being double my age and my worry about being picked up in a gay bar, I still flirted a tiny bit and expected him to hit on me. But much to my surprise and chagrin he did no such thing, even if he certainly checked me out more than once. On the other hand he stayed next to me and we kept talking, as much as was possible over the noise. Yet when the bar closed, I had to go home alone and make do with a dildo and my very vivid memories of Mark and Michael. While trying to ignore and argue with the inner voice of my insecurity mocking me. "Maybe he's not into younger guys, or he's in a relationship, or he might not even be gay." My nasty friend told me that he more likely didn't find me attractive, and I probably wasn't as irresistible as I thought. Maybe I should have been more explicit in my flirting, but somehow I had the feeling that it wouldn't have helped, and I'm usually quite good at reading these signals. Oh well, time to stop worrying about it, I told myself, but it was annoyingly difficult to desist thinking about those appraising grey-blue orbs and classical profile. A couple of days later, I was at the gym where I worked out thrice a week, and as I was setting up one of the machines, someone spoke to me from behind. I turned around and almost gasped as I looked into a familiar pair of coolly amused eyes. My gut clenched and I was rendered speechless as I tried to conceal my surprise and excitement at seeing the handsome man from the bar. He seemed oblivious and just asked for my help in setting up the machine opposite mine, and I did my best. Even if I kept being distracted by his presence and alternately flushing hotly and shivering with a nervous chill when we touched accidentally. My mouth was completely dry by the time he thanked me for my help. I returned to my own machine and began going through my set of exercises. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn't help stealing glances. His fit body was well displayed in some expensive but very tasteful gym clothes that hugged his torso, arms and legs in flattering ways. Luckily my own clothes were baggy, because my dick started to get hard whenever I'd ogled him for too long. He ignored me completely, but I still had the feeling that he was perfectly aware of my interest. Finally, my torture was over and I made my way out of the room to get some water from the cooler in the corridor. As I finished my second cup, I felt a presence behind me and the hairs on my neck rose. "You were quite right, this is a very nice place to train. I think I'll consider getting a membership." The words were accompanied by a firm hand travelling from my shoulder down to my ass, which received a quick squeeze on one cheek. I turned my head in shock and his sly grin made it clear that he knew very well who I was and where he'd met me. His voice was like dark velvet against my neck: "So tell me, how's the café across the street? Is it worth going there for a meal afterwards?" I managed to mumble "Ehm yeah, I often have a bit to eat there, if I don't feel like cooking a meal later." He nodded and went back to the gym after having a drink of water. I'd almost finished my own training, and I decided to skip the rest. There was no way I could concentrate with my dick throbbing against my stomach and demanding that I get this man's attention. After a cold rinse and then a long hot shower I got dressed and went across the street. I bought some food and a Carlsberg and sat down at a table which was in a convenient corner where I could see the entrance. I tried to read my book, but was distracted every time the café door opened. Finally, my handsome acquaintance arrived, and I immediately buried my face in the book, trying to pretend that I was completely engrossed. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how he let his gaze roam casually around the café as he waited in the queue. Seemingly quite by chance he walked in my direction with his tray and when he got close, I looked up. "Do you mind if I sit here?" His voice was calm, relaxed and made the butterflies in my gut go crazy. I just shook my head and he sat down. When he'd finished eating, he leaned back, surveyed our surroundings and (like I had) concluded no one could overhear us. While he'd been ignoring me, I had tried to act unconcerned and relaxed, finishing the last of my beer and keeping my eyes to myself. But the moment his gaze returned to me and he caught my eyes and smiled, I felt hot, slightly woozy and incapable of hiding my interest. I admired his control of the situation, when he introduced himself and started a conversation with a natural poise and casualness. His name was Erik and he worked in the advertising and modelling business. Within a short time he'd extracted my name, what I did and other general information. "Have you ever considered making money to supplement your study grant by working as a model, Anders? You're slim and fit, with almost perfect body proportions. Combined with your classically handsome face, blue eyes and cute blond curls, you're sure to be a hit." Before I had time to utter more than a bashful mumble, Erik leaned forward, gave me his killer smile and continued in a lower voice: "But as you've probably guessed, I'm also interested in your body for another reason. How do you feel about that, Anders?" At the same time his hand landed on my thigh and rubbed it gently, hidden below the table. As always in such moments I lost my ability to utter a single word, and I flushed bright red and stared at the beer glass in front of me. After a couple of deep breaths I forced myself to look up at Erik and whisper: "Sounds good, 'cause I feel the same way." He nodded with a pleased expression and asked whether I was busy that night. When I shook my head, he discreetly placed a card on the table next to my tray. "Come to this address at 8 o'clock tonight and let's continue our discussion then." With those words he got up, took his tray to the proper counter and left, still completely calm and nonchalant as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I, on the other hand, had to stay put for a while, before I felt collected enough to leave the café. And I was still shaken and slightly frightened from the encounter, and I kept speculating about what I had gotten into. But it never crossed my mind not to go. I made sure to prepare myself including a long, thorough shower and spending time to select some clothes that was neither too sexy nor too nice and bland. I finally decided to wear tight jeans over very small bikini briefs, and a deep blue shirt with a soft leather waistcoat on top. I took a bus and walked the last part, rather than use my bike, just in case. A few minutes after 8 pm I range the bell on the door phone to Erik's apartment as indicated by his card. He let me in and I walked up the stairs to his fifth floor apartment at the top of the building. As I arrived at his door, which was slightly open, I stood outside it for a few seconds, gathering my courage. Then I entered and closed the door behind me, hearing the lock engage. Erik came out of a door further along the corridor and walked towards me with a smile on his face. "Hi there, Anders. Good to see you. What would you like to drink?" He had a glass of red wine in his hand, so I told him that wine would be fine for me too. I took off my coat and shoes and left them by the door, before I followed Erik to his living room. There was low music, and the dimmed lights contributed to a relaxed atmosphere. I sat down at one end of his couch and when Erik had poured me a glass of wine, he sat down at the other end. While we drank the very nice red wine, he calmly enquired about my experiences with and preferences about male sex. He accepted my declaration of being bisexual without questioning it and seemed pleased that I'd already had male sex several times. He nodded when I told him that I liked sucking cock but not getting cum in my mouth. At his gentle prodding, I admitted that I enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, and with a blush confirmed that I'd prepared for this activity. His reply confused me: "I very rarely bottom, Anders. But in any case I have the feeling that what you need right now is a good top." I just looked at him and my lack of understanding must have been evident, because he explained. "In gay sex the bottom is the receiving guy, the one to be fucked. But it can also mean the submissive partner in a relationship. A top is the one who penetrates, the dominant male in charge of providing pleasure if you like." His smile was full of promise, as he inched closer, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. I was unable to move or speak; he reached out and took the wine glass from my shaking hand and placed it on the table. His fingers ran up my arm and tangled in my blond curls, as he leant closer and whispered in my ear. "I can assure you that I'm a very experienced and attentive top, Anders." A million butterflies seemed to take off in my gut and I bit my lip to avoid moaning. Erik took hold of my chin and made me look at him, his grey-blue eyes were kind but determined. "I'm very eager to take you to bed and enjoy that sexy body, so this is your last chance to back out, min dreng." Oh yeah, I wanted to be his boy, to submit to Erik. I answered the only way I could -- by leaning forward to kiss him. Before I knew it, his hand held the back of my neck in a firm grip and the other pulled me into him, as he possessed my lips. I'd never been kissed like that. It felt wonderful to have my mouth ravished. Erik was exactly as brilliant at making out, as I'd hoped. Small, lusty sounds escaped our mouths, while our lips and tongues chased each other. My hands caressed his neck and shoulders, and the hard muscles under my fingers made me want to get him naked. Erik withdrew after a final deep kiss, stood up and took my hand. He pulled me up and even though he was just a bit taller than me, his personality and attitude made me feel small and submissive. Eric led me into his bedroom across the corridor. As expected there was a king size bed, and on the bed side table he had everything ready: lube, condoms, paper towels and even some wet wipes. However, my eyes were caught by the large mirrors placed on the wall along one side of the bed as well as on the ceiling above. When Erik saw me staring at them, he smirked: "Do you mind? I can cover them up if you're shy." I shook my head, because even if it was a bit kinky, the idea also turned me on. He kissed me with a satisfied expression and then his hands and mouth started exploring my body. While he unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it together with the waistcoat, Erik tickled my ear with the tip of his tongue, traced the edge of my jaw, and nibbled on my neck, before returning to kiss me hard. I shivered with excitement, as his mouth moved downwards to play with my nipples and his hands caressed my shoulders, arms, back, before working their way across my stomach. As he reached my jeans and undid the top button, I moaned with relief and anticipation. My dick longed to be released from its confinement, having been uncomfortably trapped in my tight trousers for too long. Erik made a small contented sound, when he'd removed my jeans, underwear and socks. "Ahh, you're even more delicious than I hoped." His experienced hands with the slender but strong fingers travelled up and down my thighs, fondled my ass, tickled my balls and my erect manhood, until I was ready to scream with need. Finally, Erik pushed me towards his bed and made me lie down on my back. He sat down next to me, and his strong hands gently pushed my legs apart, to expose my most private place. "Such a sweet ass, I wanted it the moment I laid eyes on you, Anders." I blushed, but there was no denying that his hot gaze made my hole tinkle in anticipation. However, I also recognized a chance to find out why he hadn't picked me up at the bar. "Ehm Erik, if you liked me, why didn't you take me home that night?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to roll over and hide my embarrassed face in the pillow. Dammit I'd more or less admitted that I would have gone with him just like that. Even if I'd never done gay one night stands before and would have denied being such an easy catch. But Erik just gave me his calm smile. "I'm very particular with who I take to bed, Anders. I wanted to see if you'd let anyone else pick you up when I refused to take you up on your flirting. I was actually rather amused, but also impressed when you didn't react to the other men who were eager to get into your pants. I realized that it was partly because you're shy and inexperienced, but it was still your choice to ignore the possibilities and go home alone." His fingers played with the blond curls around my dick, as he spoke, and gradually descended to my butt crack. When he tickled my sensitive pucker, I let out a small lustful sound and pulled my legs up a bit more. His smirk made me cringe, but I still craved his touch and the fact that he obviously desired me was a potent aphrodisiac. "I like that you're so needy, Anders, but still have enough pride and respect for your own body not to waste it on just anyone. Makes me feel lucky that you are here in my bed, letting me touch you, explore you, taste you." With that he bent over and ran his tongue up the shaft of my manhood and licked the head. As he peeled my foreskin back with his lips and teased my wet glans with his tongue, the tip of his finger pushed against my asshole, making me gasp. There was no penetration, just the firm pressure of his finger telling me what was in store for me, and I wanted it so badly. When Erik withdrew and stood up, I had to bite my lip to avoid whimpering with disappointment. As I lay there, exposed and eager in my mirror exhibited nakedness, Erik slowly undressed. His eyes never left my body, and I blushed again with a mixture of delighted gratitude and shyness at his undisguised desire. I kept looking at him too; I was impatient to see him naked and especially the size of his cock. My worry about whether he'd be too well endowed for my still fairly inexperienced ass, was dispelled, when he finally dropped his sexy black silk boxers. His manhood seemed slightly smaller than mine, even if he was not exactly below average. But I didn't worry so much about length, as circumference was the main factor. Here he looked similar to me, so I knew I could take him. An added bonus was that his groin was shaved all over, except for a patch of dark hair just above his cock. Together with his toned body and manly face, this made him look very sexy. Erik got into bed next to me, leant down to kiss me and rolled on top of me, before I had time to do anything. Though he only kissed me gently on my lips, my face and neck while petting my hair, I was very much aware of his hard body pressing against mine, pinning me to the mattress and showing me who was in charge. After a while he moved, so we were both on our sides facing each other, and we spent a long time just touching and kissing. Of course I was impatient to get to the next stage, but he refused to hurry and prevented me from going down on him. Finally, when I was getting desperate, Erik made me turn around and get on top of him for a sixty-nine. I was in heaven, when he swallowed my aching dick and gave me the opportunity to bury my face in his lap. Kissing and licking his naked balls and the smooth taint before I moved up to his cock was utterly exciting -- and for Erik too it seemed. He expressed his appreciation of my enthusiastic sucking of his cock with sounds and words, whenever he took a pause from his skilled manipulation of my manhood. Those breaks happened each time he had me on the brink of coming, and the teasing was driving me crazy. When I was shaking with the need to cum and tried to fuck his mouth, Erik pushed me away and sat up. He grabbed the lube and I immediately got in position in front of him. As I spread my legs and even reached behind me to pull my buttocks apart, he chuckled. "Eager, are we? Don't worry, Anders, you'll get fucked ... eventually." His head was suddenly right next to my butt and I felt his hot breath on my exposed star. My face was buried in a pillow and I whimpered into the soft satin, as I waited for his next move. Would he ...? My question was answered when something warm and wet touched my hole, and I thought I'd faint from excitement. Erik licked and prodded at my tight entrance until it yielded to him, and before long he had me writhing and moaning, not even caring that he'd reduced me to a puddle of wanton goo. I begged him to stroke my dick, and when he refused, I tried to take care of myself. "Oh, no you don't," he slapped my hand away, as it left the sheets that I was clutching on either side of my head and headed towards my crotch. "You'll come when I let you and not one minute before." I wanted to object, and my pride told me to get some control back. But before I could do more than take a deep breath and push my hands against the mattress to get up, I felt a slick finger slide into my ass. All other matters were forgotten, as Erik prepared me to be taken. I thought I'd go mad from desire as he spent what seemed like an eternity opening me with first two, then three fingers. He was very gentle and massaged lube into my ring of muscles until I was pliable and completely relaxed. And of course desperate to be fucked as he certainly knew. Valuable Lessons Ch. 02 Meeting Erik and being seduced by him did wonders for my self-confidence as well as keeping me sexually sated. I visited him at regular intervals for the next couple of years, usually once or twice every two-three months. Not that I didn't want to have male sex more often than that, but he taught me something about building up expectations and the effect of abstinence. Oh I jerked off (a lot) and had sex with girls now and then, but I did nothing about the craving to be fucked. I didn't even use my dildos, because doing without made me needy and eager, and I knew that Erik loved that. And I loved the fabulous orgasms he gave me. However, I also saw Erik on occasions when we were not having sex. It turned out that he'd been serious about his offer to get me a job as a model. I'd written his question off as a smooth pick-up line, so I was very surprised when he arranged for me to meet Claude. He was a French photographer living part time in Copenhagen (and part time in Paris), and he was very professional. He was also fifty-something, short, wiry, temperamental and the first feminine gay man I'd met. Getting almost naked in front of him, except for the underwear I was modelling, and having him boss me around and arrange my body the way he wanted it, had me blushing like mad for the first half hour. But in spite of the fact that his hands touched me almost everywhere, there was nothing sexual about it. Indeed Claude impressed me immensely, because there was no hint of him coming on to me and his behavior made me forget my embarrassment. Soon I was comfortable with being nearly nude in the spot light (literally) and just focused on doing my best with the job. Other modelling jobs included more clothes and various photographers, and on occasion Erik would be there for those. With time the consequences of this opportunity turned out to be much more important that just making some money while studying. Don't get me wrong, I didn't suddenly become a successful model. Most of my work was meant for advertising catalogues, and I was just one amongst a host of good looking but rather anonymous guys doing this stuff. I rarely got used by magazines, and I didn't do shows (you know the catwalk and such). I did do some nude modelling but that's another story, and those pictures were certainly not for public consumption! No, the gain was something else, and looking back I now know that it was more to do with Erik than modelling. He used the opportunity to mold me or maybe help me is a better word. When I met him, my main assets were youth, my typical Nordic features (blue eyes, blond hair, nice body), a fair dose of charm, and a certain amount of intelligence. But I'd no idea how to dress well, how to make the most of myself, both physically and mentally, and how to improve my manners and understanding of the world around me. By his example and subtle guiding I learnt how to act as a grown-up, a mature, attractive and attentive man. I got to keep the clothes that I wore when modelling, unless I really disliked them, or Erik thought they weren't right. He'd also send me to shops where he knew the owner, and I'm sure I paid lower than normal prices for the things they chose for me. Erik also gave me small gifts like aftershave, body lotion or underwear, but made it seem casual. He might rub lotion on my body after we had a shower and tell me to take the bottle home. Or he'd ask me to wear specific articles of clothing "because I'd like to take those off you later, Anders". So it never felt like payment for sex -- and in any case I should have been the one to pay him as my tutor. Erik certainly didn't act like he considered me as a kept lover, either, even if I was his 'boy' in bed. Very little in his manner towards me outside the bedroom let on to our private relationship, and he taught me the same restraint. Being in control of your feelings, thinking about your actions beforehand, and not letting secrets slip were useful abilities which Erik valued and helped instill in me. It sure wasn't from any shame on his part, because he was proud to display me as his companion in the right context. I found out, when he insisted on taking me to a gay club he liked. I know what you're probably thinking now, and I'll admit that your suspicions are not without merit. But Erik took me to a fairly normal gay bar/club, not unlike the place where I met him, just more exclusive. He asked me to come to his place first and stay the night after, and I gladly agreed. It was our third time together, and I'd only done one or two modelling jobs with Claude. So my wardrobe was still pretty standard for a twenty-year-old student with low cash funds, and Erik insisted on providing my outfit for the night. "I'm the one who wants to go out, Anders, and I'd love to see your tight ass in these when you're dancing. Especially knowing that I'll get to fuck it when we come back." My protests died and I blushed even more than when he'd shown me the skin tight leather pants and skimpy underwear to go with them. The latter wasn't much more than a firm pouch to hold my intimate parts in place, and the thought of having the narrow elastic straps outlining my bare butt and sitting deep in the cleft was making me cringe. It almost caused me to forget about the top which was just as revealing. Erik had me stand in front of his mirrors as he undressed me and helped with the outfit. Of course his hands on me turned me on, and he chuckled as my dick engorged and finally escaped the confinement of the pouch, while he'd been busy settling the strap between my butt cheeks. "You'll never get your new pants on like that, Anders." His body was suddenly up against my back, and I could feel his hidden cock rubbing my naked ass. Standing exposed in front of the mirror with my dominant lover fully dressed behind me, while he fondled my balls and squeezed my nipples, had me gasping and begging in no time. "You want me to take care of this, min dreng?" Erik's hand enclosed the shaft of my throbbing dick, and I cried out and tried to thrust my hips. The deep voice held me in thrall, just as his strong arms trapped me against the manly body. "Naughty boy, you know better than that." My eyes closed as I tilted my head back on his shoulder and tried not to whimper. Fuck, it was unbelievable the way Erik could make me horny and desperate with a few words and touches. "Open your eyes, Anders." The firm order had me shivering and I immediately obeyed. Erik made me observe every moment in the mirror as he played my body, stroked me, teased me, told me how sexy I looked, how much he liked my tight ass. Not that I doubted the last part from the way he was grinding his hard-on into my crevice. When he finally let me decorate the mirror with sticky splotches of cum, I'd once again been reduced to wantonly pleading boytoy. With one of Erik's fingers buried in my ass and the other hand roaming over the front of my body, he watched me stroke my dick at the end, desperate for the orgasm he'd been denying me for more than ten minutes. Once it was over, we helped each other clean up, and then I got dressed. Erik stayed hard the whole time and he made sure I was aware of it. I knew better than to ask or take any action to help him out. Two nights in Erik's arms had taught me that he decided what would happen in relation to sex. I could beg for my own pleasure, but he didn't appreciate me initiating or pushing things with him. And as I'd discovered that first time, my dominant lover would enforce his wishes with a light slap on appropriate parts of my anatomy, if I was disobedient. Just a playful pat, quickly forgotten in the subsequent delights. Yep, I was still naïve, feel free to laugh, because even the events later that night didn't make me connect the dots. Although the initial part of that evening's education in the world of gay men and sex was quite innocent, if rather confusing and complicated at first. Erik and I took a taxi to the club; he paid our entrance, got me a drink, and led me on tour of the facilities. The bar was separate from the dancing part of the club, but connected by a short but wide corridor to accommodate the constant flow of guys back and forth. The music was loud, but it was still possible to talk in the bar area. To my surprise Erik took my hand once we'd left our coats at the manned cloak room desk. At first I didn't dare to remove it, I was still caught up in my role from the recent scene in his bedroom. But then my pride and independence reasserted themselves, and I lagged behind and tugged gently. Erik's grip tightened, but he stopped immediately and turned to me. I stared into his eyes for a moment, let my gaze drop to our joint hands, and looked back up at the handsome face of my lover. He got the point, but instead of letting go, he pulled me to the wall, so people could pass, and bent to talk quietly in my ear. "Would you prefer to be an object of desire for half the unattached men in this place? Going into that club unattended, as a new and mostly clueless visitor, looking the way you do, and I can guarantee that you'll have most males above 35 chasing your cute ass every minute we're here. Even being my companion -- and I can assure you no one will think of us as boyfriends, if that's what you're worried about -- even with me as your chaperone, I promise you that you'll get more attention and chances to flirt than you can handle. But it will be harmless and without peril, so you can enjoy it as much as you like." Oh. Right. OK, put that way, I'd be better off following Erik meekly into the bar, so that's what I did. We wandered around after getting our drinks, occasionally stopping to talk to people he knew. If they studied me with interest, he'd introduce me, but otherwise I was free to look around. He usually let my hand go, only to take it again as we moved on. But in a few cases he kept hold of me, and after the second time I noticed that on those occasions he'd introduce me as "one of Claude's new models". This invariably sparked a closer scrutiny from the man or men in question, and I wondered why. Once we'd made the rounds, Erik asked if I wanted to dance. I declined and he found us a table in the bar, where we could talk. During the next hour he educated me in the dynamics of gay men's interactions, pointing out various people and telling me to watch how they acted. This included the men who dropped by to flirt with me or him, mine almost all older, confident guys and his young or at least fairly diffident. It took me a while, but the comments he made to go with my observations finally clued me in. "So you're saying that the reason I get hit on by mature guys is because I'm sending out signals like the boys trying get your attention? Bottom vibes?" Erik nodded. "Yes, but it's more complicated than that. And you needn't looked so annoyed, Anders. As I've said before, you have the potential to attract both groups. It depends on your attitude and with more experience and a bit of confidence, you'll project top signals -- or even versatile vibes, if you prefer. But right now, dressed like that and in my company, most guys will label you as a bottom and most likely submissive. Try going here on your own and in another type of clothes -- and I've got a couple of outfits you can try -- and you'll have a very different experience." He didn't have to add that it would only happen if I behaved otherwise too, and that I should study the guys I wanted to emulate. Once I got over my wounded pride, it was actually rather fun. It reminded me a bit of the time I tried to figure out how to catch Kristine at the college dance. Only this time I was studying the predators as well as the prey and trying to work out how to act, depending on the role I wanted to take on. And I had to admit that I enjoyed being free to flirt without worrying about offending anyone by refusing to follow through. Even when I began to accept offers to dance, I felt safe. Erik always appeared next to the dance floor a few minutes after I'd left with a guy and his eyes on my body both reassured me and turned me on. The one time a man hit on me persistently and refused to back down, finally groping me blatantly on the dance floor, I wrenched away from his grasp and fled to the safety of my lover's arms. Erik immediately took me back to the bar, and we joined a couple he'd introduced me to earlier in the evening. He slid his arm around my waist and kept me close, while we chatted casually with his friends. When my pursuer walked through the room and spotted us, his face twisted in an annoyed sneer, but he kept going and disappeared into corridor leading to the toilets. Shortly after that the couple with us got up to dance, and to my surprise Erik pulled me up to follow them. Luckily the music playing was something I really liked, and I gave myself over to the beat, dancing with my eyes closed, secure in the knowledge that my protector's eyes and hands were on me all the time. As it turned out, it may have been more than just Erik whose fingers teased my wriggling ass or ghosted across the exposed parts of my torso and tickled my leather encased bulge. When I opened my eyes at the end of the song, I was surrounded by all three men, and I immediately blushed when the gay couple in front of me grinned appreciatively. Erik's hard body was suddenly up against my back, and the velvet of his voice worked its magic. "Time to go home, Anders. I think you've tantalized the wolves enough for one night, boy." The last word was an almost inaudible whisper in my ear, as he bit my lobe gently. In fact, it may have been just my overwrought libido supplying the epithet, but I still got totally horny and needy in a split second. I barely managed to nod goodbye to Erik's friends before I was tagging along like an obedient puppy behind his master, eager for the promised treat. But at least my lover was just as much in a hurry. Maybe that was why I never felt inferior, even when I deferred and submitted to Erik. He clearly appreciated my company, showing it with words, looks and touches. He never humiliated me or mocked me, and even when he dominated me sexually, there was an unspoken regard for my wellbeing, both physically and mentally. My lover made me feel like the hottest guy in town, and I'd no objection to him showing me off in the club and to his friends. Having Erik spend time with me and look proud of being in my company boosted my self-esteem and confidence immensely. The moment we closed the door to his apartment, he had me pinned to the wall in the corridor. His kisses ravished my mouth, and his hands held my neck and my butt in a firm grip. At some point during the evening I'd asked him whether he normally preferred smaller guys, and Erik had laughed. "No, Anders, I'm quite content that you're my height, strong and fit. I like that you're a man and capable of holding your own with other people. It's much more of a challenge and better fun to subdue you, than if you just rolled over and gave in." From that answer I'd concluded that he wouldn't mind if I resisted a bit. The only problem with this notion was that Erik's kisses and hands on my body turned my knees to jelly. Funny contrast, 'cause my dick was stone hard and painfully trapped in my tight leather pants. I groaned in relief as my lover deftly unbuttoned and unzipped, then gasped as he spun me around and tugged until my cheeks were exposed. "You drive me mad, Anders. When we were dancing, I just wanted to bend you over and fuck your pretty, provoking ass." His finger slid down and found my entrance. My whole body went taut, partly in terror that Erik would take me raw right there and then, and partly because I almost wanted him to. "Go take a shower and make yourself ready, boy. Then come find me in the bedroom, and I want you naked and obedient, do you understand?" I gulped and nodded, relieved, then fled along the corridor and into Erik's bathroom. I'd prepared myself before I came over, of course, but after spending several hours at the club, dancing and sweating, I needed a quick repeat. Once I was clean and ready inside and out, I walked across the hall to the bedroom. Erik was waiting for me, sitting on the bed in front of the two large mirrors on the wall. He was still fully dressed, and when I approached, he spread his legs and guided me in between them. My dick was hard and just his look made it twitch with anticipation. Erik caressed me gently, and bent forward to run his tongue over the head. I had to clench my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing hold of his head and ram my manhood into his mouth. Such an act would definitely not be well received, no sir. After teasing me for little while, my lover sat up straight and undid his pants. "Kneel down," the order was soft and calm, but still unmistakable. So I knelt and Erik buried a hand in my blond curls and guided my head to his cock. As soon as the tip prodded my lips, I opened them and accepted his manhood in my mouth. He let me control how deep I wanted to go, and I sucked and hummed with pleasure, as I worshipped the rod that would soon impale me. Or at least I hoped so. I needed to be fucked so badly, and I had the feeling that Erik would give me a long, hard ride tonight. He let me play for a while, then pulled me off his manhood and helped me stand up. A long possessive kiss followed by: "Get in position, Anders," had me scrambling on to the bed almost shaking with anticipation. My second encounter with Erik had taught me what that order meant. He wanted me on all fours, exposed and eager, and then he'd give me the most intimate delight of all: an expert rimming. A lesson I'd been most happy and grateful to receive, and the term itself was new knowledge too. When Mark and Michael had licked me, I'd enjoyed it, but I hadn't really appreciated what an agile tongue could do to me. Erik teased my puckered star with small flicks of a wet tip. He ran lips and tongue up my thighs and nibbled on my butt. Hot breath on my balls and slowly moving up my ass crack had me moaning and begging for more. All the nerve endings collected in my tight sphincter vibrated with need. Every lick and kiss and prodding of my entrance fired them up and sent bursts of pleasure up my spine and my dick. When my lover finally opened me up with two fingers and lube, I was more than ready to be taken. But to my utter frustration, he didn't. He slipped a small butt plug into my ass and told me to turn over. Then his mouth worked its magic on my manhood, but whenever I was close to coming, he moved up my body and fed me his cock. The third time he left me on the edge, I voiced my desperation: "Fuck no, please let me come, Erik, please. I'll do anything, just make me..." I think that was what Erik was waiting for. He immediately swallowed my whole shaft and his fingers pushed the butt plug in such a way that it hit the sweet spot inside me. Once again he had me screaming in ecstasy as I came hard, and he drank every spurt of my prolonged ejaculation. The most amazing part was that I stayed erect and when Erik removed the butt plug, I spread my legs wide, hoping to be fucked. But still he tantalized me with fingers and mouth, slowly working me into a second frenzy. I even tried to suggest that I could ride him, if he wanted me to, but that just earned me a swat on my butt. Okay, I guess it was silly to think he'd let me be on top. Finally, I got so desperate that I jumped out of bed and repeated my vow to do anything. I just stood there with my back to the mirrors and my throbbing dick pointing at Erik and begged him to tell me what I could do to make him fuck me. Moments later he was next to me, a soft white silk rope in one hand and a black blindfold in the other. "Anything? Do you really mean that, Anders?" His voice was almost a purr, and when I nodded, he wasted no time tying my hands behind my back and the black cloth over my eyes. I couldn't see anything as he led me out of his bedroom. Valuable Lessons Ch. 02 Erik guided me a short distance down the corridor, and I heard the click of a key in a door, before he led me into another room. Five or six steps into the place he made me bend over slowly, until my chest rested on some sort of leather contraption. He let go of my shoulder and pushed my legs apart. I knew that the position I was in gave my lover the perfect angle to fuck my ass. I wanted it so badly that I didn't care when I felt Erik crouch down and bind more of the soft rope around my ankles. When I moved one foot experimentally, I found out that my leg was tied securely to the legs of the almost waist high leather couch. My head was lying on some kind of soft fabric that covered the leather, and when I turned my face to the left, there was an indentation in the side of the padded support. This open space gave my captor access to my mouth, something I realized when Erik stepped around and pushed his cock against my lips. I was helpless and utterly in his power, and as I took him into my mouth, it dawned on me that Erik loved it. His manhood was larger and harder than I'd ever felt it, and I whimpered in a mixture of delight and nervous anticipation, as he fucked my face gently but insistently. After a short time Erik withdrew and got in position behind me. As his hands parted my cheeks and made sure that my entrance was lubed and ready for him, I bit my lip to prevent myself from begging. Finally, finally I would get what I'd yearned for since the moment Erik had made me strip in front of his mirror. The slight worry that he'd bareback me in spite of our agreement was dispelled when the tip of his sheathed cock pressed against my needy entrance. He breached me, paused for a split second, and then he slammed his iron rod up my ass. Fuck it felt good! I yelled and bucked and clenched my internal muscles in order to avoid coming on the spot. He stood completely still, until I subsided and relaxed. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass until you come, Anders." Erik's voice was husky velvet, and the promise made me shiver. "All those men at the club wanted to be where I am right now. I loved showing you off to them, seeing their envy, knowing that your body belonged to me tonight." His fingers caressed my butt and my back, as he withdrew and pushed back in, slowly and deliberately. "You're so beautiful when you submit to me, Anders. And you like it, don't you?" He waited for my answer and I quickly assured him that yes I most certainly enjoyed this little game. Erik probably knew very well that I was turned on beyond belief, and if he'd had any doubts, he could just have checked the state of my manhood. Of course, his hand on my leaking dick and aching balls might have set me off, and it was a good thing that my stomach and groin was free of the couch. Otherwise the friction as Erik began fucking me in earnest, would've ended our fun prematurely. My lover fucked me fast and hard, then slow and deep, alternating with small jabs that hit my sensitive spot unerringly. It went on and on, until I was a gibbering mess, desperate to come and pleading for mercy. Finally Erik increased the rhythm in the way that meant he was intent on coming, and again I cursed the fact that my hands were still tied behind my back. I just needed one stroke, one touch, just a quick movement of my foreskin over my wet glans to gain ecstasy. I felt Erik's cock swell and harden inside me, and as I opened my mouth to yell out in despair, the velvet voice and his skilled fingers set me free. "Come for me, Anders." The words and his hand moving up and down my throbbing shaft in time with the pulsing of his manhood inside me turned my distress into a cry of pure gratitude as I exploded in a huge orgasm. Spraying my cum everywhere in long, satisfying spurts as my lover's hand milked me and his cock filled the condom inside me, almost made me sob with relief. The fact that I was still blindfolded somehow made all my other senses sharper, and I reveled in the sound of Erik's grunts, the slap of his body against my well-fucked ass, my cheek sliding against the soft silk, the smell of sperm, and lube, and sweat and sex hormones. When it was over, my whole body ached but at the same time a sweet lassitude engulfed me. I'd never let anyone have complete control of me before, and to my surprise it felt liberating rather than humiliating. I knew this was due to Erik's experience and ability to read my signals. The vague thought that this game could be dangerous in other circumstances floated through my endorphin dosed brain, and once again I blessed my luck in meeting this mature man, who had the patience to teach me the delight of submitting. So what if Erik was a bit kinky and liked to tie me up every now and then? As long as the sex was this good, who was I to complain? When Erik untied my legs and hands and helped me stand, I was still completely zoned out. He led me back to the bedroom and only here did he remove the blindfold. I blinked in the muted light and let myself be guided over to his bed, so docile and obedient that I almost cringe at the memory. But Erik didn't gloat or smirk; I think he knew how vulnerable I was just then. He got into bed next to me and held me in a warm, caring embrace. His hands caressed me, and he kissed me gently, whispering kind and grateful words in my ear until I fell asleep. The next morning Erik served me breakfast in his large, sunlit kitchen, and we talked of everyday things. He probably knew I needed time to process the new development in our relationship. It didn't take me long though and less than a month later I was back in the secret room, blindfolded and tied to the leather covered contraption. This time I was on my back with my legs somehow bound in a spread-out-and-up position, as Erik fucked me senseless. I'm sure my cum went everywhere again, though most of it ended up in my face, on my chest and the last dribbles pooled in my navel. Afterwards Erik helped me to the shower and then we relaxed in his spa. As I sat in his arms with my back against his chest, I felt utterly relaxed, treasured and safe. So of course Erik took the opportunity to talk about our new sex game. "Well Anders, I guess you're enjoying our little bondage play as much as I am?" I nodded and murmured my assent. "That's wonderful, min dreng, and I'm flattered that you trust me enough to submit to being tied up and fucked." I smiled and let my head rest on his shoulder, yeah I loved being Erik's 'boy' in bed. "However, you should have a safe word, Anders." I sat up and half turned in Erik's arms to look at his face. "What's a safe word?" To my gratitude Erik didn't poke fun at my ignorance as he explained about the role playing which was also a part of a dom / sub sex game. Oh and those terms were a lesson in themselves, as I'd never heard them before. "So you're saying that when we're in that room, you're my ehm... Dom? And as your sub I have to obey, but I can pretend and say no or stop, and that's part of the fun? But if I say my safe word, you'll end the game immediately?" Damn, this was a lot more kinky that I'd imagined. Hot as hell too! Erik smiled and kissed me. "More or less, Anders. I don't really plan to do anything you won't like, and I'm not going to order you around -- much. But if you ever go back to the club or similar places and let yourself be picked up by a Dom, remember to discuss your limits and agree on a safe word, before you engage in sex. If he (or she) doesn't initiate the talk or ignores the issue, get out of there. No matter how horny you are. Promise me that, Anders." I looked at his earnest expression and a shiver ran down my spine. Yep, my instinctual feeling that this game could get me in trouble or even danger was spot on. "And when you top, it's your responsibility to find out whether the guy you're with wants to sub as well as bottom. It's not all that common, so don't assume anything. Though I guess there's almost always a bit of submission in getting fucked, at least if you're a man." Erik suddenly grinned. "Not that I haven't met some very bossy and dominating bottoms, and that's fun in its own way." His hand found my dick and I looked down, rather surprised to see that I was erect. "Why hello there, someone is turned on by our little discussion, hmm?" So that was the first but not the last time that Erik sucked me and fucked me in his spa bath. And in the subsequent months he and I continued to have great sex. The blindfold lay on the bedside table, and if I felt like it or got desperate enough from Erik's foreplay, I'd hand it to him or even tie it around my eyes myself. Then my lover took me to the room which he never let me inside otherwise (and I didn't even try the door, knowing it was always locked). Once there he would tie me up and play with me some more before he fucked me, and I always had the most spectacular orgasms. As Erik predicted, I never had to use the safe word we agreed on, and the only begging I did was for him to stop teasing me and get on with the fucking. Or to please, please let me come. So that was the situation for a little over a year, and then I had an encounter with Mark and his boyfriend. * There will be another two chapters in the Meeting with Mark series, before I continue with this tale. Valuable Lessons To my utter surprise he pushed me down on my back, and even if I was OK with him taking me in that position, I'd have preferred being on all fours. But Erik didn't make a move to put on a condom. He slid two fingers into my ass, grabbed hold of my dick and bent over to take me in his mouth. I knew the fun would be over in moments if he sucked me, so I tried to warn him. "Shit, Erik you'll make me.." This was as far as I got, because the fingers in my butt curled up and touched a spot inside me, and that was it. With a scream I erupted in his warm mouth, and as he swallowed and milked my shaft with his lips and tongue and fingers, he kept working the sensitive place in my ass. Never before had I cum so hard and for such a long time. Even when I thought it was over, he coaxed a few more spurts from me, as I cried and shook and saw spots behind my tightly scrunched eyelids. When Erik finally let go of my dick and gently withdrew his fingers from my hole, I just lay there completely exhausted and sated. Bloody hell, if that was what a good top did, I had a lot to learn. A soft kiss on my cheek made me open my eyes at last. Erik was lying next to me, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked at me and caressed my hair. I had to try a couple of times, before I could get my voice to work. "That ... that was fucking awesome. I ... ehm ... what did you do? You touched something in my ass, and I just came. Forever. It felt ... simply amazing." Erik arched an eyebrow, and I realized that he was quite surprised at my question and the ignorance it implied. "That was your prostate, Anders. Have you never played with a dildo or exchanged a P-spot massage with your partner?" Again I was reduced to staring at Erik in confusion. The only time I'd heard about this organ was when my mother's older brother was treated for prostate cancer. I certainly didn't associate it with sex. But with a few simple explanations from Erik -- combined with the convincing demonstration he'd just given me -- I finally knew why getting fucked sometimes felt extra good. At the thought of the mature top next to me using his knowledge and skills with his cock in my ass, I began to plump up. By now Erik was spooning me from behind, his hard manhood settled against the cleft of my buttocks. Of course I thought he was going to take me, but he just played with my nipples, while kissing and nibbling my neck. I was slightly surprised that he wanted to cuddle rather than fuck me, but I had no objections. Somehow it was easier to talk when I didn't look at him. However, now that I was getting horny again, I wanted more. Especially when he found out and began playing with my balls and dick, which soon became fully erect. "Ehm, Erik, aren't you going to....?" I wriggled my butt in order to show him what I expected. His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine: "Don't worry, boy, I'll fuck your cute ass eventually, but not until I have you begging in front of me." "So you think I'm meant to be a submissive bottom, is that it?" Erik laughed and patted my hip gently: "No, Anders, I think you are a very lucky young man. You're truly versatile, and you'll never lack partners for sex. Not only are you bisexual so you can choose to be with either men or women. But with men you can switch according to their needs and be either top or bottom. So you don't have to worry about compatibility, only about sussing out what your partner wants. Now me, I'm your opposite. I can function with women and bottom if I have to, but I only get real sexual pleasure from topping a man who enjoys submitting and receiving." I had to admit that his words made sense. I realized that I'd mainly been the top in my encounters with Mark, who was most likely a natural submissive. With Michael I was primarily a bottom due to his greater age and experience, and because he and Daniella could team up against me. However, he was also versatile and had clearly enjoyed taking turns, so in bed we'd probably end up as equals in time. And I could certainly see myself as enjoying the role as a top in the future. However, right now I craved the attention and abilities of the dominant man whose warm embrace and obvious desire made me feel secure and attractive. So as I gave myself over to Erik's continued seduction and let him use my body, I finally accepted not only my interest in male sex but also my delight in being submissive. As Erik slowly worked me into another sexual frenzy, my mature lover made me realize that there was nothing to be ashamed of. It probably helped that he willing described how he'd learnt to top in almost the same way: by being seduced by an older and more experienced man. However, his lover had been a total bottom and had recognized Erik as a natural top. "But I still needed to be taught everything, because he was also my first male lover." Erik laughed at my expression and told me that being educated by an experienced bottom had been both fun and awesome. "Including the time he arranged for one of his usual partners to top me, so I knew what it was all about from the other perspective as well." He went back to teasing my nipples with his mouth, while his right hand played with my intimate parts. With the left he had my wrists pinned above my head, and even though I struggled and whined, we both knew that it was all pretend. I could easily have gotten free, but I didn't want to. Finally, he told me to get on all fours, as he reached for a condom. My sphincter had closed up again, but a single finger with lube ensured than I was wet enough. Erik placed a towel on the mattress below me and then his hard body was up close and personal with my butt. I shook from anticipation when his sheathed cock settled in my crack, and the deep velvet caressed my eardrums. "Så min dejlige dreng, nu skal du få din belønning." Oh yeah I wanted this reward more than anything. I yearned to feel Erik's hard shaft deep in my ass and I'd no doubt that he shared the urge. It was a slow relentless penetration. There was no pain, only the firm pressure of the head of Erik's cock forcing its way into my slick tunnel, conquering me millimeter by millimeter. It felt so good to submit to my lover, and just at that moment I was somehow sure that this wouldn't be a single adventure, but the start of something more. Not romantic love, but some sort of connection that fulfilled a mutual need in both of us. With that fleeting thought I opened fully to Erik and his manhood slid in to fill me completely. We both groaned, and he whispered "So tight ... so good." A long moment of stillness and then he took me for the ride I had hoped for. He fucked me hard, but alternated with slow sensual movements and short jabs than hit my spot unerringly. His hands fondled my butt and stroked my dick, and I climbed steadily towards a massive orgasm. All the time I was pleading incoherently with him to fuck me, take me hard, make me come, although most of the time it came out as grunts and words like "yes ... more ... harder ...please ... oh fuck". I had no control over my body or behavior, and I loved it. Erik's hand on my dick stroked me expertly, and as my balls rose up, I felt the telltale tremor of my imminent climax just behind them. My first two spasms were dry, then my sperm spurted all over the towel as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Erik kept his hand around me as his hips snapped forward hard, once, twice and then on the third thrust he shouted and went rigid inside me. With small movements he kept us both going until the last of my cum had dribbled into his fingers and he'd flooded the condom. We were both panting hard and sweating like mad. So when Erik suggested a joint shower, I happily agreed. I was still a bit wobbly when I got up from the bed, even though I'd fallen to my side and rested a bit, after Erik withdrew and dealt with the messy towel and the rubber. My lover steadied me with a hand on my arm and we grinned at each other, because his fingers were sticky from my cum. He led me to the shower and it was no surprise that he had a huge bathroom with all kinds of facilities. Including a nice spa, and I couldn't help imagining all the fun we might have in there. After we'd washed each other, Erik offered me food, which I was more than grateful to accept. I hadn't been able to eat much all day, in nervous anticipation. We ate delicious bread with various Italian salamis and French cheese from Irma (a delicatessen chain in greater Copenhagen) and drank the rest of the red wine. Erik had given me a luxurious bathrobe and a pair of black silk briefs to wear, both clearly new. "You can take them home ... or use them when you're here," he said casually. At my shy nod to the latter suggestion, he chuckled. "I want us to be honest with each other, Anders. You can call me, if you want to visit, and I'll do the same." He patted my arm. "And we're both free to say no thank you without having to explain or excuse, if it's inconvenient or we're not in the mood. No obligations and no rules. Except for the general one about safe sex." I nodded again, I'd already agreed that a condition for anal sex would be protection, at the same time learning another new sex term when Erik had said: "I don't do any barebacking, and I hope you're sensible too, Anders." This exchange had been fairly early in our initial talk and had prompted confessions about my encounters with Mark and Kristine. Luckily Erik had agreed that they didn't constitute unsafe behavior. But his repetition of the admonition to be safe wasn't lost on me. Mainly because I felt that he was also assuring me that I could trust him as well. After all, as the receiving part I ran the greater risk, if the condom broke. The funny thing was that after I met Erik, I stopped looking for casual sex with men. Why should I bother with going to gay bars and run the risk of being recognized? If I was horny and wanted to be with a man, all I had to do was call Erik. He rarely declined, and sex with him was so wonderful, that I doubted I'd find anything better as long as I was content to bottom. Accepting Erik's invitation actually turned out to be one of the most important decisions in my sexual and personal development, for more than one reason. But during that first visit I just focused on absorbing everything my mature lover could teach me. At his suggestion I stayed the night, and next morning Erik treated me to another of his eminent blowjobs before rolling me over and jerking himself off all over my butt. I tried to turn back to help him, but he smacked my cheek and told me to stay put. Moments later his cum splashed wetly on my ass, so I guess he didn't need my assistance. I didn't learn the reason why until a year and a half later, after I'd had another meeting with Mark. An encounter which also included his boyfriend, who was similar to Erik in certain ways. The unexpected outcome of that sizzling hot triangle was the beginning of a new end even more exciting phase of my relationship with Erik. But that is another story (or actually several of them!).