[Author’s note: this story includes explicit descriptions of gay anal sex. It also includes reference to the unsafe sex practice of felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it. All characters are aged 18 or over.]
I’ve tried having sex with guys my own age – I’m 36 – but it just doesn’t work for me. There’s just something about boys in their late teens (always over 18 because younger isn’t worth the risk and, by that age, they are rarely virgins which means they enjoy being fucked) that leaves me breathless with desire.
Their beautiful faces, firm, muscular bodies, smooth, perfect skin that smells and tastes so fresh, their gorgeous cocks I could spend eternity sucking and licking, their copious spunk that tastes salty-sweet – everything about them is irresistible and I have no problem at all succumbing to the temptation of wanting to bugger them at every opportunity I get.
But I have to exercise a little caution in satisfying my lust. I’m an Associate Professor at a small university in the south of England where everyone knows everyone else. Male students are often the sons of graduates and I can be hailed by a dozen people I know professionally on the shortest shopping trip: my car broke down once and the guy who stopped to help me out was a former student who now works for Lloyds of London.
The solution I hit on was to rent a small apartment in Paris. By train from central London to the French capital is just over two hours: I can leave work at four on a Friday, be eating dinner in Pigalle or Montmartre at seven and have my cock shuttling back and forth in the soft, wet mouth or beautifully tight asshole of a French or Moroccan boy by nine. Sheer, utter bliss.
And then, as life sometimes do, I was bowled a curveball and things became just a little more difficult. No, I didn’t fuck someone I knew or knew me: I fell in lust with a boy and I wanted to spend every waking hour with my cock buried in his tight, hot asshole.
It was one night about two months ago when I was returning to my apartment off the Rue Lafayette. I walked past a row of chic boutiques and saw a teenage boy standing looking in the window of a shop selling men’s clothes. Seduction is always worth a try so I stopped and pretended I had seen something interesting.
“They’re expensive, don’t you think?” I said.
“Too expensive for me,” the boy replied with a smile.
We started walking along together. “I wasn’t sure if you were French or not,” I said, looking down at the street map in the boy’s hand. “I thought perhaps you were a tourist.”
“Oh no,” the boy said. “I am from Marseille. I am in Paris studying to be an architect. I don’t have much money and what I have I need for tuition fees, food and rent so I spend my evenings walking around the city. It’s okay but sometimes a little lonely.”
We had reached the end of the street and I said, “Listen, I live there,” pointing up to a second-floor apartment in the block across the street. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?”
“I can trust you?” the boy said.
“Get out your phone,” I said with a smile.
He did and I took out my wallet. I found my driver’s license and held it up. The boy realized what I was offering to let him do and he took a quick picture. We both knew it was no guarantee istanbul travesti of his safety but the photo would be backed up on a server somewhere for the police to find and, if nothing else, it was a gesture of good faith on my part.
“Thank you,” the boy said. “I would love a coffee.”
While I boiled the water and filled the cafetière the boy looked round my living room. He traced his finger along the spines of the books in the bookshelf and studied the framed etching of a young man reclining naked on a bed, a former artist lover of mine had done of a boy who joined us for a threesome one night. Then my guest went and walked across to the big window with its view across the city at night.
I joined him, carrying two small mugs of coffee.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” I said.
“Oh, it’s Davide,” he said, pronouncing it Dahveed.
“Mine’s Alan,” I said and sat on the sofa as he sat opposite, listening while he told me told me about his home in the south of France, the things that had happened in his life and about his studies in Paris. As he talked I studied him: his mass of blond hair, his large grey eyes, cleft chin and generous mouth. He was dressed in a military-type jacket and black jeans that suited his tall, slim frame.
Eventually Davide looked at his watch and said he must go: the last metro would be leaving soon and he would have to run to catch it. It was my cue.
“Listen,” I said. “That is a studio couch and opens out into a surprisingly large bed. You could stay if you want, get up early in the morning and still be in time for your class. That is, if you don’t mind sharing a bed?”
“I would be delighted,” he said. “If it’s not too much trouble. I hate riding the last metro, it’s full of drunks and guys who look spaced out on drugs.”
“Of course it’s not too much trouble,” I said and went to fetch the bed linen while Davide went to the bathroom.
When I came back he was sitting on the bed, naked except for a pair of white briefs barely hiding an impressive-looking bulge.
“You’re very tanned,” I said, as I made up the bed then stood admiring the boy’s lean muscular body as I stripped off my shirt and unbuckled the belt of my pants, pushing them down my legs.
“I got a job last month in Cannes and spent all my spare time on the beach,” Davide said, his eyes meeting mine. “I tan very quickly.”
“It suits you,” I said, standing facing him wearing only my own briefs, my cock visibly hard against the white material. This was the moment Davide could have made his excuses and left. But he didn’t. He pulled back the sheet and climbed into bed. I turned out the light and got into bed next to him.
I left the drapes open so the lights of the city filled the room with a soft glow. Resting my head on my hand, I reached my hand out and rested it casually on Davide’s leg.
“You have beautiful skin, Davide,” I said. “Did you know that?” It was not only tanned smooth and golden but also smelled wonderful. I could feel the boy tense, his muscles trembling as I stroked my fingers up his leg and along the inside of his thigh. He started breathing quickly, his eyes closed.
“I haven’t thought about it,” Davide said, his voice unsteady as I slipped my hand under the waistband of his briefs and caught istanbul travestileri hold of his erecting prick.
Closing my fingers round the warm, thick shaft I eased it free of the constricting pants and began to manipulate the swollen glans, already slippery with precum, in the palm of my hand. Davide’s whole body stiffened under the pleasurable sensation and his hips began to move up and down. “Oh Alan, Alan,” he managed to whisper in a choked voice.
I felt the jerking cock in my hand swell and knew my inexperienced young conquest was already nearing an orgasm. I released my hold and slid my thumbs in the elastic of his briefs, drawing them over his slim hips and down his legs. Then, slipping off my own briefs, I lay on top of him, my stiff, quivering cock rubbing against Davide’s, the slipperiness of our two very hard pricks sliding together intensely erotic.
Davide writhed in helpless desire under my body. Feeling my prick press on his own he put his arms round me and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, heightening his arousal. He responded by arching his body up against mine in a frenzy of desire, gasped softly and stiffened as a thick jet of his spunk spurted between our squirming stomachs. Feeling the boy’s sperm gush helplessly from his quivering cock, I pushed downwards and with a groan of ecstasy released my own cum in a long, steady stream.
For a few minutes we lay still, getting our breath back. I was still lying on top of Davide, our bodies excitingly slippery from our combined orgasms. I bit softly into the soft skin of the boy’s neck, working my lips and teeth along the line of his jaw until our mouths met and our tongues intertwined. We pressed hard against each other again, our pricks stiffened once more in the insatiable desire I felt for the boy and he felt for his seducer.
Pushing my way between Davide’s legs, I reached down and slid my arms under his thighs, pulling them upwards and wide apart. I moved my body down until my penis was positioned on Davide’s asshole.
“Put it in for me, Davide,” I whispered. “Please push it in, I want to get inside your body.”
I don’t think at first he knew what I meant, even though he could feel my stiff prick between his buttocks, probing the most intimate part of his body. Then, as if mesmerized, he reached down and caught hold of my jerking rod, covered in spunk from our previous orgasms. Gently he placed the swollen knob against his small asshole surrounded by soft, fair hairs. I knew he was unsure something so big could enter him.
But he was wrong. I pushed forward, working the slippery glans past the tight entrance of Davide’s ass. I guessed from the boy’s sudden intake of breath he wanted to tell me to stop, that I was hurting him, but the discomfort was already giving way to a slowly spreading pleasure as my chest pressed onto his, our nipples grinding together, my hard, thick cock sliding further and further up into his rectum.
And then my balls swung heavily against Davide’s buttocks and the boy knew I had entered him to the hilt. His anus had stretched to accommodate my thickness and his cock jerked excitedly against my stomach as I pressed against it. His arms slid round my body and his hands moved down my back to cup my muscled travesti istanbul ass cheeks, drawing me inside him as our lips met, his face showing the pleasure he felt as a thick hard cock filled his asshole for the first time in his life.
Slowly I began to move up and down the boy’s tight back passage, getting into my stride. Time and again I withdrew until only the flare of my prick was held by the boy’s anal sphincter, then I slid up into his rectal sheath until I could go no further, grinding my cock deep inside his bowels and making him moan with the sensation of being stuffed full. I lengthened my strokes, fucking him harder and he met me stroke for stroke, taking pleasure from his own cock being masturbated between our sweaty, sperm-slick bodies.
I was now fucking Davide with almost savage thrusts, moans escaping from deep in my chest as my prick rammed home again and again in the boy’s delectable ass. Perspiration and spunk covering our bodies, we both neared our second orgasm within an hour, our stomachs squirming together as Davide pushed his hips upwards in response to my pistoning prick sinking deep into his ass. I could feel my sperm being dragged up from my balls, the familiar tingling threatening to explode in a tidal wave of blissful release.
Suddenly I stiffened and began to cum, my back arched in an agony of pleasure, every inch of my cock thrust deep inside Davide’s asshole.
“Davide, oh Davide,” I gasped. “I’m coming now…”
Davide pushed himself hard up against my body, squirming and groaning in ecstasy as his second orgasm gushed out of his cock and between our bodies. Seconds later I felt my own prick swell in the tight sheath of Davide’s asshole and I pumped out my sperm in a long, stream of liquid heat deep into the boy’s receptive rectum.
For long moments I could do no more than enjoy my orgasm, the sensation of pumping out the contents of my balls into the boy ebbing delightfully slowly. Davide’s face was contorted with ecstasy, his mouth open, his chest rising and falling in the exertion of his own climax. Slowly I withdrew and collapsed by his side, my arm lying across his chest, getting my breath back.
Davide turned over onto his stomach, his dark eyes watching me for a moment and then closing. “That was wonderful,” he said softly. “I did not know how incredible it would feel to have you inside me.”
“Yes,” I said. “It was wonderful. But there is one thing more I want to do before we fall asleep.”
I moved down between his legs once more and opened the cheeks of his ass with my fingers, burying my face between the perfect globes. My tongue snaked out and found his asshole, tasting the sweet honey of my own cum. I pursed my lips and sucked, wanting more, swallowing the sperm I had emptied into the boy’s back passage. Davide squirmed with pleasure, pushing his ass back against my face, eager to have the wet spear of my tongue push past his gaping anus and up into his rectum.
Finally there was no more cum and I was satisfied. But only for now: I knew my prick would harden again during the night and I would lift the beautiful boy onto his back to lie on top of me so I could reach down and masturbate him at the same time as I fucked my cock into his back passage. My lips would meet his in frenzied kisses as I buggered him, pumping my sperm into his bowels once, twice, even three times more before letting him go in the morning. It was the sweetest seduction and I was far from finished with my latest, most delicious, conquest.
End.
© Alex Barton, 2021