Devon lay against me. Afternoon sunlight filtered through a gap in the curtains and filled my bedroom with a warm glow. His lithe, honey coloured body wrapped itself gently against my side, my right arm around his shoulders as I felt his gentle breath against my bicep. His sweat had created a subtle covering of moisture over his skin, like morning dew.
My bed smelled of his sweat and mine. And his cum and mine. I could still taste him in my mouth. I had sucked his long beautiful cock and had made him wail my name before he'd fired his powerful young seed into my mouth. It had felt good to feel that full young cock between my lips. And it felt good to know that my cum was still inside his ass.
Tiny beads of sweat were on his brow. His eyes were closed and a contented smile on his face as he nestled against me. I felt his soft cock lie gently against my hip, with his tanned, strong legs lying gently over mine. My hairy chest and legs against his smooth young body. I felt a crackle of electricity every time his skin moved against mine.
He was half asleep and I could see he was getting ready to drift into a dream. It was our fourth lesson. Since I'd taken his virginity he'd proven an excellent student. His homework was neat and thoughtful. He had a gift for essay writing and a flair for analysis of poetic subtext. And he was blossoming into a wonderful lover. He remained obedient. But as he grew used to the sensation of being penetrated by my cock, he had begun asking me to be bolder, and to fuck him harder. His was a young mind hungry for knowledge. Knowledge of poetry, and of how to pleasure a man.
I had tried to hold myself back, torn between the satisfaction I found in enjoying his warm little asshole, and not wanting to hurt my boy. I was fond of Devon. I was fond of his creativity and imagination the way any good teacher would be fond of a first rate student. And I was growing ever fonder of him as my lover. But it was proving more and more difficult to not give in to my instinct to enjoy his body to the utmost, even if I risked hurting him.
I had cum in his ass twice that afternoon. The first time had been on the stairs not long after his father had dropped him off. While guiding him upstairs I had suddenly pushed him forward and pulled his shorts down. He had willingly agreed to me losing my self control and braced himself against the stairs as i tongued and fingered his ass.
"Fuck me Mr Dawson. Give it to me. Please." He'd repeated under his breath five times before Id spat onto my hand and lubricated my cock with saliva, before spitting into his hole and sliding my pulsing cock inside him. I'd felt it hurting him as I pushed deep and fucked him quickly and firmly. I'd cum quickly, and he'd cum too, as I'd pounded him. His cum had left a stain on the carpet id have to wash off later. Sex gets frantic when you only see your boy once a week.
The second time had been on my bed. He had lain on the edge in a foetal position, with his legs apart just enough to allow me between them and able to slide my cock into his ass again. I'd held his head up by the neck and looked into his eyes as I'd pumped him a second time. I loved seeing his eyes widen as my bellend pushed into his ass, and his face drift into a delirious coma as I fucked him.
I kissed his forehead, his eyes opened a little and he smiled as he saw me looking at him.
I believe there are many men in the world who have the capacity to be attracted to and enjoy sex with another man. I feel sorry for the men who haven't given in to those instincts. My own awakening to my attraction to guys came late. I was around 30. Near where I lived at the time, young guys in their teens and early twenties would strip in summer and jump off a footbridge over the local river.
One summer I was walking over that footbridge and stopped to watch them. Half a dozen fit guys of 18 and 19, probably university students, stripping to their underwear and displaying their smooth bodies and firm muscles. Shouting and diving into the water then swimming and splashing each other once in the river below.
They were shouting and messing around to try and impress a group of schoolgirls stood alongside me. And I realised I was staring at the young men just as much as the girls were. One of the girls looked over and smiled at me, then looked away a little shocked, as she could see that my attention was all on the guys. This was when I knew. I wasnt staring at the boys just because I admired their physiques and youth. It was more than that. I wanted those young males bodies next to me. I wanted to touch them. And I wanted to fuck them.
Over the next 15 years I had never stopped loving women, but when I have been lucky enough to find a beautiful young boy like Devon, there is nothing like it. Young men like Devon in the first blossoming of their physical, mental and sexual potential are the purest joy.
As the smile broadened on Devon's tired lips, I felt his cock stirring against my leg. I reached down. I softly took his young shaft in my hand and smiled as I felt him harden quickly. His erection was long and rock hard. He sighed as I began moving my hand up and down.
"You've such a beautiful cock." I told him.
"Thank you sir." He gasped.
I began moving my hand quicker, "You should try fucking a guy sometime."
"I only want you in me sir."
"I'm strictly top, but It would amuse me to watch you fuck a man."
As I stroked him, I could feel him get even stiffer at the thought of fucking a guy. "You want to watch me sir?"
