A Retired Professor

My first experience had been with a much older man. Had that set the tone for me? Had that created something in me? Maybe. Maybe, I had felt something, too. Older cock, soft cock, semi erect cock, really just such a turn on for me, afterwards. Now, and even back then...

I had met him as he loaded boxes into his old Mercedes. Well dressed, older, I had asked if I could help. Just being nice. As he got into the driver's seat, I said to take care and gave him an innocent, friendly pat on the shoulder.

He put his hand on mine. A gleam in his eye. He asked if I wanted to come over sometime. My head seemed to swim. Was it his touch? A tingle ran through me that seemed to end at the tip of my penis. Sometimes, a connection. Sometimes, you just know.

He was a retired College Professor. A real Tweed jacket, elbow patches, kind of Professor. I could imagine the girls, and the guys, that swooned for him. That he probably indulged in. Although that was also probably many years ago. Reserved, dignified and infinitely still desirable. We met one afternoon, at his historic district home.

Walking past the big, pillowy trees. The perfect set for a forbidden, lusty rendezvous, I thought. Filled with need and curiosity, I knocked on his door. Eager, so hoping that something wonderful would happen. A May-December, sort of thing. As we sat on his sofa, small talk lead him to lean over and kiss me. So wonderful for a cock curious young man to experience. The soft, passionate kiss of an older man. A sensualness in it. Something beyond just the sexualness, even.

Yes, so much older, but I so craved to be intimate. I so wanted to feel his body against mine. I so wanted to enjoy and pleasure him. We went to a side bedroom/office. Filled with books, some old, some newer. Stacks of papers, as if still waiting to be graded. It had the scent one would expect of an older library. The perfect environment for such a sexy, older teacher. Such a turn on. It only added to his unexpected allure. I had begun to want him so badly! We got undressed, my first time being nude with a man. Way more thrilling than I ever imagined, and somehow, just so natural. It was an admission, I think. It was admitting, at least to myself, my true lust.

I laid back on a throw blanket covered day bed. He licked and sucked my edged cock with such passion! I watched, so arousing. His lips teased me. His mouth engulfed me. I had to stop him. I was already so close to cumming! I asked if I could suck him, too. Words that came so easy. now. We traded positions. His cock and tight balls looked so sexy, just so amazing to me. Surrounded by salt and pepper pubic hair, could a man's cock look dignified, too? His cock could not of looked sexier to me.

With so little experience, I somehow still knew what to do. I just did what felt natural. What I wanted. I kissed his flaccid cock. I kissed his sexy balls and breathed in his intoxicating scent. I licked him, tasted him. Instinctively, my hands ran up his chest. My finger tips rubbed and teased his nipples. Something that I myself had found such a turn on, all those nights, alone. All those nights lost in fantasy. All those nights wanting a man's touch.

His heavy breathing, his soft moans and groans were such a turn on. I liked being able to make him feel like that. I loved being able to suck his cock.

He started to run his fingers through my hair. His not quite, semi erect dick began to jerk in my mouth and I tasted the oddly wonderful flavor of his watery, creamy cum. He patted and petted my head. A Professor's acknowledgement? In appreciation? Oh, I just loved it! I sucked him gently, milking him to completion The way it tasted and coated my tongue! Amazing, just so intimate and quickly addictive.

So spent, his movements looked almost frail. Endearingly frail. He sucked me. He gave me one of the best orgasms of my young life. Obviously, so experienced. He made me cum and swallowed every drop. We layed there for awhile after. We kissed each other softly. For the first time in my life, thoughts of wanting something more than just sex with a man had begun to creep in. Puppy love, perhaps. Being my first, perhaps. Such strong feelings that one has for his first, maybe.

These were the days before Viagra. This were days of lust filled encounters that had to be kept secret. Our next afternoon together, he told me about his friend as we layed there nude. My affection for him on display, kissing his hairy chest, kissing his nipples.

"He'd like to meet you," he said.

He had told him about us? I don't know why, but it surprised me.

I kissed the Professor gently on the lips and told him whatever he wants.

"We have known each other for years," he added.

I quickly came to understand that they had been more than friends. I quickly came to understand what they had in mind. A threesome. I think the idea of them sharing me and me sharing them was just so completely arousing!

"He'll be thrilled," he said, "and besides, he's hung like a horse!"

Soon back again, I stood as they undressed me. Older, horny mouths kissed and caressed me, all over. His friend, also retired from teaching, had a more kinky side. He also wasn't afraid to give direction. He knew he was hung and he knew much guys loved it. I think I sighed at the sight! There is just something about a big cock that is so appealing. Getting on my knees for it felt instinctive. He even slapped me in the face with it!

I sucked his hanging, gray haired balls like I was starved for them! He put his hand on my head and pulled me into him. My mind screamed, "Yes!" My cock became achingly hard. As I took his huge, hanging soft cock between my lips, I saw them kissing each other. It felt like I could cum, right there on the spot!

I stroked the Professor's cock. I caressed his balls as I filled my mouth with his friend's big, dick. I watched it swing seductively as they moved to the sofa. On my knees, I took turns going down on them. I sucked one, while stroking the other. I bathed their balls in my saliva as I sucked on them, back and forth. They kissed again and played with each other's nipples as I eagerly serviced them.

"I love your cocks!" I said softly. I think I wanted to say that I loved them! The Professor was breathing hard and moaning out loud, now. As his friend pinched his nipples, he cried out and fed me his addictive cum. I swallowed it all, loving the way it slid down my throat. Loving the way it made me feel. It had a way of making me feel so intoxicated!

His friend guided me to my feet and turned me around. He dove his face between my ass cheeks and lapped at my sensitive, tight hole. I had never felt anything like it! I had never heard such moans and lewd sounds! I could also see the Professor sucking his cock like a young man possessed!

His friend pushed down on his head as he came, finally pulling his face away from my soaked. tongue fucked asshole. He grunted and gave the Professor his seed. I had to admit, I was jealous! I got back on my knees and we took turns sucking the last of his cum out.

He said breathlessly, "Cum on us!" I couldn't wait to do just that!

I stood over them, in front of them and quickly brought myself to the edge. Their faces so close, their mouths open and so eager. A first watery burst took their breaths away. Then ropes of potent semen covered their faces and shot into their mouths. It was orgasmic! They seemed euphoric. Each one sucked on my cock's tip, in turn. Milking me, making me almost shake. They shared a cum soaked kiss.

That afternoon, we shared drinks before getting nude again, this time in the professor's bed. All three touching, caressing, exploring... kissing. All three carefully trying different positions, different desires.

It was the best night of my young life. One that would be repeated in the weeks to come.