Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 16:37:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Confessions on a Saturday: Chapter Four & Five

Chapter Four

The Desert and the Oasis

    I waited Sunday and all day Monday for a
call from Imran. It did not come. Finally, on Tuesday I
called him.
    "Hello."
    "Hi, Imran, it's me. I need to talk
to you. Are you busy?"
    "Actually. I am quite busy."
    "OK, call me when you have some free
time."
    "OK."
    And that was that!

    The rest of the week I waited for his
call. It never came. I went to the Student Cafe at least
twice a day--once in the morning and once in the
afternoon--but he was never there.
    Saturday night I called again, but there
was no answer.

    To be frank, I was miserable. I missed
Imran. Not just the great sex, I missed him! I missed
talking to him, I missed eating with him. I missed laughing
with him, and I missed sitting quietly with him as we
watched TV.

    I guess I knew what had upset Imran. But
it was really nothing, just a quick fuck and not an iota of
emotional attachment. Yet, if he said he trusted me, he
should have know that it was nothing. We had made no real
commitment to exclusivity, yet I guess that over the months
it had been implied.
    Then, the more I thought of it, the
angrier I got. Why should my action have upset him so much?
Why should I be so  bothered cause he has avoided me?
    "Fuck it!"

    I numbly drove to the Obelisk, paid my
fee, went to my room, stripped and walked to the steam room!
I sat on  the middle bench and draped my towel over my
lap and looked around. Five other guys were sitting an
various levels, two of them were fondling their hard cocks.
I started to get erect and slipped my hand under the towel
and played with my cock. Soon it was hard. A guy on the
lower level and to my right moved towards me til his arm
grazed my leg. I felt his fingers moving up the inner part
of my calf and then my thigh. I spread my legs and continued
to play with myself. He fondled my balls and then replaced
my hand with his on my throbbing cock. He kneeled in front
of me, between my legs, lifted my towel and started to suck
my cock. He wasn't very good. After two minutes, I got up
and left the steam room still hard.
    My towel was still tented as I walked
into the TV room and sat on the upper tier. I glanced over
to one guy who was standing on the second level. He was
being serviced by two guys--one kneeling in front of him
bobbing on and off his impressive cock and the second stood
behind him, fingering his ass and rubbing his cock against
the guy's firm ass cheeks. I guess he was soon going to
slide his cock into that deep crack and enter that tight
opening. I whipped my towel off and my hard, uncut cock.
That gained some attention `cause a young Hispanic dude
moved next to me, wrapped his fingers around my hard dick.
Slowly he began to move his hand up and down. My glistening
cock head was exposed and then slipped back into its hood by
the up and down motion of his clutching fingers. Within a
minute this guy one level down, about my age, moved over,
gently spread my legs apart, lowered his head and began to
lick my balls. That felt good! I scooted my ass
 forward to the edge, leaned back and prepared to enjoy
myself. Soon my ball `licker' moved behind my balls and
tongued that most sensitive area between my balls and ass
hole.
    "Ahhhh!"
    My low groan must have triggered the
Hispanic's libido `cause he lowered his head and began
to suck my exposed cock head.
    "Ahhhh!" I groaned again as my tight
pucker was now being assaulted. I lifted my right leg and
set my foot on the level where I was reclining, reached
around and pulled on my right cheek, exposing my tight
pucker. His tongue did the rest. There I reclined, tongue
fucked by one guy and sucked by another. Our threesome
gained a small audience, most of whom were jacking off as
they watched. The three-way became a four-way as a muscular
black guy stepped up to the top level and squatted down,
dangling his twitching cock in front of my face. I opened my
mouth and sucked this nice long, but not terribly thick dick
into my throat. Within minutes I shot my load. Quietly, I
disengaged myself and walked to the shower.
    I stood under the shower for at least
ten minutes, reveling in the feeling of the hot water
flowing across my body. The steam room was my next stop. I
walked in, not removing the towel which I had wrapped
`bout my waist, sat on the lower step, elbows on my knees
and head in my hands. My position was such as to discourage
any attention as I sat there for a full half hour. There was
the normal amount of cock sucking and ass fucking going on,
but it interested me not as I sat in that steamy miasma. I
glanced at my hands, my palms and finger tips were
wrinkling. "Been in here long enough," I said to myself,
stood, adjusted the towel and went out into the cooler
world.
    Walking by the door to the orgy room my
attention was drawn to this guy standing there. He was
probably a university student, and by the looks of his body,
an athlete of sorts, maybe a swimmer. He caught my eye,
winked, licked his lips and stepped back into the semi
darkness. My cock gave a little twitch.
    "Why not?" I muttered and followed
him into the center of the room. He had draped his towel
about his neck and I followed suit. Our cocks were exposed
and fully erect, beckoning each other to sample their
passion.
    Reaching for by burgeoning cock, he
whispered in my ear, "Saw you in the TV room . . . nice
cock!" Quickly, his wrapped fingers brought my swelling
dick to full flower. His hand, covered in a thick lube moved
effortlessly up and down my turgid rod creating a hot
sensation. I reached down to my cock, gathered a bit of that
lube on my finger and brought it to my nose.

    I detected the sweet and distinct odor
of honey! I had read somewhere that honey was a marvelous
lubricant. It's hypo allergenic and although it
lubricates, it also offers a bit of resistance, increasing
it's erotic employment. "Guess I will soon find out!"
I said to myself.

    Deftly he held my cock, turned around,
bent forward, positioned my cock and backed on to it,
encasing my throbbing, tumid love muscle securely in his
hot, quivering hole. I reached down and grasped his firm,
muscular globes.
    "Well, that was slick," I said to
myself as I began to probe his depths. It felt wonderful.
Truly it must be the honey that elicited that fantastic
sensation as I slowly moved in and out of that luxurious,
clutching tunnel.
    A pair of warm hands came to rest on my
waist, and, "I loved the way you sucked my cock in the TV
room! Now, can I sample your hole?" was whispered into my
ear.
    I looked over my shoulder and into the
eyes of the muscular black guy with the long, thin cock.
"Sure. Do you have some lube?"
    "I come prepared." I felt his finger
slip into my crack, depositing a dollop of lube on my
puckered bud before sliding in.
    "Ahhhh," I groaned as I entered
deeply and was, in turn, deeply entered. Soon I felt a
second finger and the two scissored in and out, opening my
tight pucker.
    Momentarily, his hard knob pressed
against my worked bud and then it popped into me. Slowly he
continued his entry, aided by my flexing hips as I fucked
that honeyed hole in front of me. It was a delicious
sensation as I buried my cock again and again into that
sweet, lubed hole and my love chamber was filled and then
emptied, the workings of my thrusting hips. As I drew out of
the honeyed ass, I was impaled by that long, dark rod, and
vice versa. This was a first for me, and I found it truly
beyond description.
    There must have been some unseen
electronic hook up, because the three of us came within a
few seconds of each other.
    "ARGGHHH!"
    Then, "ARGGHHH!"
    And, finally, "ARGGHHH!" in
counterpoint.
    Heads within that darkened room swiveled
to our location in wonder.
    The three of us went to the shower room
and cleansed ourself. As before I stayed under the cleansing
spray long minutes.
    I left the Obelisk and drove home,
somewhat relaxed and somewhat sated. Yet a strange emptiness
pervaded me. My two orgasms were all right, but nothing like
those I had been experiencing for those past few months in
either intensity or emotional depth. I went to bed and
slipped into sleep, an empty sleep.

    It was nearly two weeks from THAT night,
at about 10:00 on a Sunday morning when I tried to phone
Imran, again.
    "Hello." It was Imran.
    "Hi. It's me. . . . Imran, before
you hang up I just want you to know that I really miss you.
Miss your presence." Then I asked, "Can we meet
somewhere and talk?"
    There was a pause, then he stated, "I
don't know. . . . I've been thinking a lot . . . . I
don't know." Then he added, "I'll call you in a few
days . . . really."
    "OK, I really hope you do."
    "I will," he stated, then,
"Bye."
    "Bye," I said then he hung up.

    I was heartened by Imran's
declaration, and for the next few days I waited for his
call. Each day that he didn't phone, I became a little
more down. Then Thursday the phone rang. I snatched up the
receiver after the first ring.
    "Hello."
    "Hi, it's me," Imran announced
    "Hi, I'm so glad you called."
    There were a few seconds of silence.
    "Are you still there," I asked,
anxiously.
    "Yeah," came his answer, then,
"Can we meet somewhere and talk?"
    "Sure," I said, heartened, then
added, "When?"
    "How about tomorrow?"
    "OK. What time?"
    "In the afternoon?"
    "How about we meet at IHOP, about
4:00?"
    "Sure, OK. See you."
    "OK. Til then."

    Friday I arrived at IHOP at 3:45 and got
a booth in the corner, away from the windows. Luckily it
wasn't crowded. Friday afternoons there are not so busy,
and it was a neutral public place. I sipped a cup of awful
coffee as I waited. At precisely 4:00 Imran came through the
door, looked around, caught my wave and slipped into the
booth across from me.
    "Hi."
    "Hi," I answered, "How you
been?"
    "OK," came the simple answer, "And
you?"
    "Oh, OK, too. A bit down, a bit lonely
. . . . I've missed you Imran."
    He stared intently into my eyes and said
nothing. The waitress came, we ordered and waited silently
for our food to be served. We both started to speak at the
same time.
    "Sorry," I nodded my head, "What
were you going to say?"
    "I missed you too. But, you hurt me so
much . . . ."
    "Imran . . . that was nothing . . . .
"
    "I don't care! It hurt me . . . it
hurt me so much. I felt violated. You must have known how I
felt about you."
    "Felt?" I asked.
    He looked up into my face understanding
the implication.
    "I don't know . . . guess . . . I
still feel . . . ."
    Then, "Prof, you introduced me to
things I never had contemplated in my life. You led me down
paths I would have never considered. I accepted those
things, I followed you willingly. But it was you . . .
the things YOU introduced to me, the paths that YOU showed
me."
    He stopped, toyed with his food and
considered his next statement.
    "Oh, I loved . . . the sex. I loved
how you made me feel. I loved making you feel part of what I
was feeling. But, it was you."
    Again he stopped, considered. Imran was
not only a feeling person, he was a thinking person. I guess
that's part of what drew me to him.
    "That place . . . that place . . .
bothered me. And when . . . I was groped, I was sickened.
Meaningless, . . . gratuitous, . . . wanton, . . .
nonessential coupling! That first time in your apartment, I
allowed it, I gave myself. I had a choice and I choose to
allow it. But it was a conscious choice, a considered
choice. There . . . ANIMALS, it was like a pack of rutting
animals. . . . no consideration, no thought, no attachment.
When we have sex . . . it's different . . . . It's
meaningful!"
    Imran then looked  straight at me
and declared slowly, "Prof, I was falling in love with
you."
    Quickly I responded, "Me too!"
    He stared at me after that simple
admission. But, I was dismayed `cause we spoke in the past
tense!
    "Imran, you must know, you've got to
know, to understand that I would consciously never do
anything to hurt you." He started to reply, but I raised
my hand, "Let me say something." He gave me his complete
attention.
    "The human being has various needs.
Some more paramount than others. Most human need to connect
with another human being. Some times it may just be
friendship. Other times it may entail more. One of the needs
that we humans have is food. When we are hungry, we need to
eat. There is nothing so marvelous as sitting down with
someone you are fond of to a delicious, carefully prepared
meal, especially when it is in an atmosphere that shows
concern, and . . . love . . . candles, soft music, linen
napkins . . . the whole works. It becomes special, memorable
and immanently satisfying. But, Imran, there are times that
you are just famished. You wolf down a hamburger with scores
of other people in a tastelessly decorated shop. It
certainly is not memorable, but it satisfies an immediate
need."
    In the months that we have been seeing
each other, we have become attached in many ways. I am
attached to your laugh, your presence, your wit, your mind,
and, yes, your body. But our infatuation with each other
masked a deeper attachment."
    What I did that night at the Obelisk, I
didn't have to do. I just did it. Had I know how you might
have felt about it, I would not have done it. No problem
there."
    I would like to reestablish what we had
together. But if we do, I think that we should do it
consciously and agree to certain arrangements,
understandings. Monogamy would be one of those
understandings."
    Imran, I was, and still am falling in
love with you. I didn't know it a couple of weeks ago, but
our separation has made it abundantly clear. I hope that we
can continue."
    We sat silently finishing what was left
on our plates.
    He looked up at me and calmly said, "I
gotta go, Prof."
    "OK."
    "See you."
    "OK."

    I drove back to the apartment in a state
of suspended animation. I understood how Imran felt,
especially seeing me fucking that guy at the Obelisk. But I
had never considered the exclusivity of sex as a paramount
issue. Sex was sex and often completely devoid of any
emotional attachment. Sometimes quick sex and a `MacD'
were on the same level in my lexicon. They both temporarily
satisfying an immediate need. But, obviously, Imran felt
different. If I wanted that association to continue, I must
accommodate that. And, I realized that I was willing to make
that accommodation.

    Saturday morning I was sitting having my
second cup of coffee when my doorbell rang. I looked through
the peep hole and saw Imran and flung the door open. His
eyes bulged imperceptibly then smiled as he saw me standing
there nude.
    "Come in, come in," I said happily.
    "Still wearing the same old outfit, I
see!" he stated with a smirk.
    "Yeah, low maintenance, but I'll
change," came my retort.
    "Don't have to change for me. I've
sorta gotten used to it."
    I wanted to kiss him, but instead ran to
my bedroom and put on my Bali robe, for the second time
since I bought it. Returning to the living room where Imran
was sitting on the sofa, I asked, "Coffee?"
    "Yeah, sure."
    Running to the kitchen I filled a mug
and returned handing it to Imran. "I'm so happy to see
you here," then I stuttered, " Can . . . I give . . .
you a . . . kiss?"
    Imran just smiled. I leaned over and
laid a chaste kiss on his cheek. He smiled again.
    "What brings you here?" I was
nervous. I was tense. I was happy.
    "Well . . . partially how I feel . . .
and partially, what you said yesterday."
    "I said a lot yesterday. But, you know
me . . . when I get a bit nervous or stressed out I babble a
lot."
    "Well, particularly when you said to
me `I was, and still am falling in love with you.`"
    I nodded my head in assent, "That's
true."
`    "Why didn't you tell me before?"
    "Guess I wasn't aware of my feelings
before."
    We sat observing each other deeply and
in silence.
    "I hope you don't want to end it . .
. our . . . relationship!"
    "No. I don't," he murmured,
"But, I think we need to arrive at an understanding."
    Here he was, a neophyte to same sex
relations, and he was the one who was ploughing the path for
our future, if there was to be a future.
    "OK."
    "For me, . . . if I'm going to have
sex . . . with another guy, it will be only you. I'm
simply not interested in a physical association with any
another man!"
    I nodded my head.
    "I would hope that in time, you would
feel the same."
    Again, I nodded my head.
    "What I have learned from you . . .
what you have introduced me to . . . is exclusive. It's
between us and I can NOT conceive of it happening between me
and any other man."
    "OK, I understand."
    "And, I really don't feel that I
have the right to demand exclusivity from you. But, if you
feel the need, or find yourself in a situation where you
want to be with another guy . . . even briefly . . . a
one-time-only thing, don't let me know, please. If I ever
found out . . . it would completely destroy what I feel for
you, irrevocably."
    He sat back and gazed at me, relieved at
laying bare his feelings.
    "Imran, I wish we had this discussion
before. But, maybe the situation which precipitated this . .
. this talk . . . may have benefits we never considered.
Maybe it took this crisis to clarify our position . . . our
situation."
    "Our relationship?" he asked
quietly.
    "Our relationship. . . . Is this what
you want, Imran? . . . a relationship?"
    "Yes," he whispered.
    "DONE!" I stated emphatically. "We
have a relationship!"
    Tears flooded his eyes. He stood up,
stepped over to me, bent down and kissed me on the lips. As
I was about to probe his lips with my searching tongue, he
drew back.
    "I gotta go . . . see you soon."
    And he quickly left leaving me in a
state of incredulity. I sat there wondering, dazed,
bewildered.

    About 5:00 my door bell rang. Again I
looked through the peep hole. It was Imran, and just as
quickly as I had done that morning, I flung opened the
door.
    "Hi," he said as he stepped in,
carrying his back pack.
    I closed the door and he hugged me,
running his hands down my back and cupping my bare ass
cheeks.
    I shuddered at his touch.
    He released me, stepped back and asked
in a calm, matter of fact voice, "Can I have a glass of
juice?"
    "Sure," I said as I headed for the
kitchen, trembling a bit.
    When I returned to the living room with
the juice, Imran had disappeared. "What now?" I thought.
And, then he appeared from the hallway, nude.
    He obviously had gone to the bedroom and
stripped.
    "Now we match!" he said with a broad
grin.
    "You're going to give me a heart
attacked!" I declared with a wide grin.
    "Mmmm, I really wanted to give you a
`HARD attack!'"
    Setting the juice on the coffee table, I
acknowledged, "That too!" I knelt before him and quickly
sucked his dangling cock into my mouth.
    "Ohhh! I missed that so much!"
    "Mmmm," was all I could say, my
mouth full of his swelling, big knobbed cock. I popped off,
looked up into his glistening brown eyes, declaring, "And
, this is where it's going to stay too . . . . in me!"
    I gobbled his burgeoning prick back into
my throat.
    "Ahhhh!" came that moan that I had
learned to love so much. "Ahhhh!"
    His knees began to buckle and as I
followed his cock to the floor, Imran twisted around and I
quickly felt his hot, moist lips pass over my swelling cock
head.
    "Ahhhh!"
    We laid on the carpet, joyfully sucking
each other's cock.
    Pulling off my now rigid pole, he looked
at my cock filled mouth and declared in a passion tainted
voice, "Oh, I love the feel of your cock in my mouth . . .
your hard, uncut cock in my mouth and mine in yours!" And,
he swallowed me again.

    That statement sent shivers up and down
my spine. I assumed before that Imran had learned to enjoy
sucking my cock, but he never verbalized it. If I had asked
him if he liked the feel of my cock in his mouth, he would
merely nod his head or state, simply, "Yeah."
    I have always loved, what is
euphemistically called, `dirty talk' during sex. But
`dirty talk' is hardly an apt description when you're
telling the object of you affection how he (or she) is
making you feel or what you are doing to them.
    Sex is the most sensual activity
imaginable and it is heightened by the employment of all the
senses--touch, taste, auditory smell and sight. Hearing how
you are making your sex partner feel increases not only
their passion, but yours as well. Nothing is more boring to
me than silent sex.

    "Oh, and I, too, love the feel of your
cock in MY mouth," I gasped. Then I asked, "Imran, watch
me!"
    He pulled off my cock, raised his head
and observed as I swirled my tongue around that bulbous cock
head and then back and forth in his narrow piss slit.
    "Ahhhh!"
    Then I clamped that flaring head between
my lips, suctioned and then forcibly pulled off with a juicy
POP!
    "Ahhhh!"
    All the time my eyes were locked on
his.
    "I love running my tongue `round
that flaring knob of yours and feeling it in my throat!"
Saying that I swallowed the whole length of his substantial
dick.
    "Ahhhh!" he groaned. "You send me
over the edge when you lick my cock . . . when you suck . .
.my cock . . .that way! I love watching you suck my cock. I
love seeing my cock in your mouth"
    With that he dropped back down to my
wavering prick and ran his pointed tongue between the soft
foreskin and the ruddy, swollen head. He pulled off and
fondled my cock and balls.
    "I love playing with your cock." he
said and then bent back to suck my dick, only to lift off
again.
    "I love sucking your cock." Then his
fingers played with my soft, elastic foreskin.
    "I love watching your foreskin slip on
and off your red cock head." Then, "Oh! Prof! I love
your cock!"
    For nearly an hour we laid there
playing, sucking, stimulating each other's cock in many
old ways we knew the other enjoyed, and even some new ways.
We had elevated each other to the acme of luxurious
eroticism. Our bodies twitched, spasmed, sweated and lurched
as we manually and orally taunted each other's sensual
instrument.
    I could take no more. I stood up,
grabbed Imran's and quickly led him to the kitchen. There
I grabbed a handful of soft butter and slathered over the
length and breadth of his fuck pole and then anointed my
pucker, forcibly shoving two fingers deep into me. Quickly,
I turned to the sink, braced myself and rasped, "Fuck me!
Fuck me Imran!"
    He stepped up to my proffered ass and
unerringly guided his cock into my waiting love tunnel.
There, in the kitchen, our love making was neither slow, nor
easy, nor gentle. He pistoned my hole like a run-a-way
locomotive, plumbing its depths again and again.
    He grunted "Humph! Humph! Humph!
Humph!" and shoved, "Humph! Humph! Humph! Humph!" as I
grunted "Humph! Humph! Humph!" and jacked my hard cock.
We rutted in the kitchen. We fucked in the kitchen. We
coupled in the kitchen like two, driven, primordial, mating
beasts.
    Our orgasms were nearly simultaneous as
we shouted our guttural release.
    "ARGHHHHH ARGHHHHH!"

    Quickly, when we were able, we walked
down the hall to the shower. As we stepped in to the glass
cubicle Imran chuckled.
    "What?" I asked.
    "I have melted butter running down my
legs."
    I laughed, "Me too!"
    We showered, half dried ourselves and
flopped on the bed, entangled and fell asleep.

    An hour later we both awoke, tenderly
held and caressed each other. That match we held in the
living room and kitchen was not the best sex we had to that
point. But, it was the most frenetic, frantic, furious
fucking we had ever indulged in.
    "That was pretty wild!" Imran
observed.
    "Yeah, like two animals . . .two
fuckin animals!" I stated. The parallel was not lost on
Imran. He reached over and lightly pinched me in the side.
    "Did you think I was like an
animal?" Imran asked, somewhat concerned.
    "Oh! Yeah!, But, then so was I."
    "Hmmm," then he added, "No kiddin,
Prof, that was crazy sex!
    "Well if you like crazy sex, maybe we
could try it in the elevator next time!" I said with a
smirk.
    He reached over and pinched me in the
side, hard this time.
    "OW! That hurt!"
    "It was supposed to!" and continued,
"Don't forget I like good, hot vanilla sex . . . no
kink!"
    "What's `kink?'"
    "I don't know, but I'll know it
when I see it!" he said sleepily.
    We fell asleep.

    I awoke at about 6:00 pm, The sun was
just above the horizon, I padded to the kitchen and decided
to fix a `chef's salad' with some chicken, turkey ham,
black olives--the whole works. As I was finishing, Imran
walked into the kitchen.
    "Whatcha doin?"
    "Fixin something to eat you naked
animal!"
    He slapped my bare ass. "Who's the
naked animal?" he asked.
    As we were finishing our supper, I
asked, quietly, "Imran, do you still think you love
me?"
    Smiling, he answered, "Yeah, I do."
    "Do you love me enough to move in with
me? I've got plenty of room here."
    "Only if you love me . . . ."
    "I wouldn't ask you to move in if I
didn't love you."
    "OK," he answered simply.
    "But, you have to help with the
dishes," I added with a grin.
    "I knew there was a downside to your
offer," he laughed.
    We did the dishes together, chatting
away, went into the living room and watched the news, before
we went to bed. When I came out of the bath room after
brushing my teeth, Imran was on the bed, legs stretched
apart and fondling his swelling cock.
    "What are toy doing, you animal?" I
said as I crawled up between his thighs.
    "Did I get your attention?
    "Damned right you did!"
    "Then take my place and do what I was
doing."
    "Is this going to be kinky?" I
asked.
    "Don't think so."
    Imran rolled off the bed and I took his
place. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched me fondle
my self, sliding my foreskin up and down.
    "Damn! You look so sexy," he said
watching me and jerking his now hard cock. He crawled up
between my legs, grasped my raging cock and took half of it
in his mouth.
    "Ahhhh!" I moaned.
    Slowly his pistoned up and down my cock,
taking more and more into his mouth with each descending
movement. Pulling off, he stated, "Oh! I really love
sucking your cock and hearing you moan."
    Saying that, he went down on my cock and
moved his finger to my pucker. I was instantly aware that at
some time he had lubed his finger. At one point he went all
the way down on my cock and simultaneously slipped his
finger deep into me.
    "OH! GAWD," I uttered, loudly. I was
nearing the edge, and by now Imran could detect the telltale
signs. He lifted off my cock and slipped his finger from my
hole. I was prepared to take his inflexible fuck staff into
me. However, instead of lifting my ankles to his shoulders,
he drew my legs together and crabbed up to my hips,
straddling them.
    "What are you doing,?" I gasped.
    "I'm going to fuck your cock, my
love."
    "But, you don't have to!"
    "I know, but I'm going to
anyway."
    He grabbed the K-Y from under the pillow
and slathered my twitching cock with its slippery contents.
Then he reached behind and readied himself. I knew he
wasn't preparing himself adequately. I wasn't small and
the penetration of my turgid pole into his virgin pucker
could be awfully painful and traumatic.
    "Here, let me help. I don't want to
hurt you." I took the K-Y, squeezed a dollop on my finger,
"Now straddle my chest."
    He crawled up, straddled my chest, his
cock waved in front of my mouth, I sucked it in as I rubbed
the K-Y over his tight, virgin pucker. Imran groaned as I
gently slid one finger into him. I fingered his ass while he
fucked my mouth, groaning from the sensations of both
actions. When I detected that his sphincter had relaxed
somewhat, I slid in a second finger. That causes Imran to
arch his back, throw his head back and push against my
fucking fingers. As I pushed in, he began to thrust his hips
back.
    "Ahhhh!" he groaned when the third
finger found its way carefully into his expanding hole.
    "You OK?" I asked.
    "Yeah."
    I began to sense that his sphincter was
relaxing more when he shifted backwards, dislodging my
fingers, grabbing my lubed cock, positioned it against his
fingered hole and bore down. My cock head POPPED in, and
Imran gasped, closed his eyes, clenched his fists and
froze.
    "Take it easy, Imran. You don't have
to do this!"
    "I want to," he hissed between
clenched teeth.
    "Then take deep breaths, Imran, breath
deeply!
    He did and in a few moments I heard his
regular breathing return and a relaxation in his tense
limbs.
    "Just relax and wait, my love," I
whispered.
    He opened his eyes and smiled.
"You're in me!" and he bore down a bit and hesitated
and bore down some more.
    "You OK?"
    "Yes."
    "How do you feel?
    "Stuffed!"
    I smiled, "A cock in your ass the
first few times has a tendency to make you feel that
way."
    Slowly he lifted up a bit and then bore
down all the way.
    "Ahhhh!" we both groaned. Then again
he moved up and down, and again and again before he rested a
bit. He leaned over and planted a passionate, probing kiss
on my mouth.
    "Why didn't you tell me before how
wonderful this feels?" he gasped.
    "Thought you could tell by my reaction
when you fucked me!"
    "Yeah, but . . . WOW!"
    He started fucking my cock slow and
easy. We both moaned in delight. I then squeezed some K-Y
into my palm, grasped his rigid cock and `corkscrewed'
my hand up and down it considerable length.
    "Allahmah," he gasped as I paid
particular attention to his swollen knob.
    He moved up and down faster and I jacked
his cock in time with his thrusts!
    Suddenly he gasped, "Ahhhh!" And, I
felt his body tensing up. I began to thrust upwards with his
downward movements. Suddenly I felt his sphincter twitch
`bout my impaling cock.
    "ARGHHHHH!" he yelled and jet after
jet of his opalescent joy juice shot upwards from his
clutched cock and spattered over my chest, arms and face.
His spasming love tunnel sent me quickly over the edge.
    "Ahhhh!" I heaved in delight as I
unloaded deep in his glorious hole.
    Our athletic love dance slowed to a
stop. Imran sighed and lay on my cum spattered chest, still
panting. I wrapped my arms around him in sated
satisfaction.
    "I love you, Imran," I whispered in
his ear.
    He raised his head, "I love you
too."
    After a brief sleep, I awoke, moved a
bit and my soft cocked slipped out of that luscious fuck
tunnel.
    "Hmmm," Imran moaned at the loss and
raised up.
    "I need to shower," I admitted
quietly.
    "Me too," he started to raise up,
stop and looked at me, "I can't move . . . . i'm cum
stuck to you!" and laughed.
    I playfully slapped his ass and we both
rolled off the bed together.










Chapter Five

Confessions

    A week later, Imran and I laid in our
bed. We had just taken a shower, an amazing shower.

    We were playing a bit when he turned
around and rubbed his firm, muscular ass against my hard
cock.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Trying to horn you up til you bury
that fabulous cock of yours in my hole.!
    "KINKY!" I  shouted.
    "Yeah the kind of kink I can go for
right now."
    And, I did.
    And, he took it. We had a week's
practice fucking each other and he had learned to relax
himself.
    And, he loved it.
    And, I loved it too!

    "Ya know? Almost a year ago I never
would've guessed I would have let a guy suck my cock, and
now here I am nestled  up to the same guy who just
fucked my ass, and I loved it!"
    "Ya know? Almost a year ago I never
would've guessed I would take a student who was fifteen
years younger than me to my place and suck his cock and then
proceed to fall in love with him."
    "Ya know? Almost a year ago I never
would've guessed that I would comfortably walk around a
guys place bare assed naked . . . . oops! sorry . . . nude,
and not feel the least bit shy."
    "Ya know? Almost a year ago I never
would've guessed I'd do what I'm about to do now!"
    "What are you talking about?" Imran
asked a bit perplexed.
    "This!" I moved down between his
legs and started to lick his cock and balls.
    "Oh! Geese, I love that!"
    In short seconds his cock lifted it
considerable helmeted head and stood tall and proud, a
beacon of lust and love.
    "Look at that beautiful cock," I
said and started to suck it with all the vigor I possessed.
    "Oh! Allahmah, how your mouth feels on
my cock!"
    I learned that Imran loved the feel of
his cock buried in my throat while my tongued snaked out and
licked that part of his ball sac I could reach.
    "I love your balls, so smooth, hanging
down," as I took one then the other in my mouth and
massaged them with my tongue.
    "Oh! I love too!"
    I lifted his pendulous sac and licked
that sensitive spot just behind them.
    "Ahhhh!"

    I have always prided myself with my oral
skills. I know that there are those who are better than I.
If there are master suckers, then I'm a minor master. Time
after time I have brought Imran to a screaming orgasm while
sucking him. As a former top, an inveterate top, I now must
describe myself as a versa top--certainly as far as Imran is
concerned. Yet in all the contacts I have had before this
marvelous man, I never indulged in anilingus, rimming. Oh, I
loved it the first time I was rimmed, and all the times
since then. But, I never felt the urge to perform that
erotic stimulation on another person--man or woman.
    But, Imran freely gave me his virgin
cock to suck. He passionately, with a bit of coaching,
fucked me admirably the first time, a virgin fuck. And, over
a weeks ago he offered me his virgin ass.

    I grabbed Imran behind the knees and
pushed his thighs against his torso. I held them there and
bent down and snaked my tongue over his smooth, closed
pucker.
    "Ahhhh!" Imran gasped. "What are
you doing?"
    "Hold your legs," I commanded and
again licked over his bud, then traced my tongue around it.
    "Allahmah,!" he gasped, and
involuntarily spread his thighs apart giving me unimpeded
access.
    Placing my thumbs on either side of his
puckered bud, I spread it open. Then I slid my tongue into
that pink opening and tongue fucked his hole.
    For five or ten minutes I assaulted his
twitching, convulsing hole. Imran was transported into a
quivering, gasping, eroticized mass. I slid my finger into
that now slack opening, lubed by my saliva and finger-fucked
his ass.
    "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" he gasped.
    "Do you like me finger fucking your
ass?"
    "Oh! Yes!"
    "Did you like it when I tongued your
ass hole?"
    "Yes!"
    "Which did you like better?"
    Breathlessly, forcefully, he commanded,
"I want you to fuck me! Fuck me with your hard cock!"
    I released his thighs, crawled forward,
centered my cock head on that loosened hole and slid it all
the way in!
    "AHHHHHH! Yes!"
    And, I fucked him with all the passion I
had. And, he responded with all the passion he had.

    My orgasm . . . how to explain it? My
whole body feels warm, beautifully alive, sensually pulsing.
From deep, deep inside, centered somewhere between my cock
and my ass-hole, a tingling sensation begins to mount.
Rapidly it infuses and insinuates itself throughout my whole
body growing, growing leading on, all consuming towards that
edge between pain and pleasure. Firing every nerve ending
with screaming sensitivity--centering, finally in my
expanding cock it is released with such suddenness--milky
love juices jet forth in shock-rhythm, flooding, spattering,
spewing--my whole body is wracked with ejaculating
convulsions. More pearly, lustrous fluid shoots from my
small orifice. The release, causing me to utter
uncontrollable shouts, not unlike the sensation when a knife
cuts the finger, the sudden nerve-jerking realization before
the pain. Creamy, viscous juices continue to jet forth. The
French call it the petit mort, the "little death." My spine
 flexes in involuntary archings, jolting my body,
convulsing my whole being. Additional cloudy fluids issues
less forcefully from the little slit. Muscles flex and
reflex, at first uncontrollably, then lessen in intensity.
Finally, everything relaxes.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    We will be celebrating our twentieth
anniversary next Saturday. When we make love, which is not
as often or quite a frenetic as when we first met, I love it
most when Imran repeatedly pops his bulbous head in and out
of my pucker and then in one inexorable movement shoves it
all the way in! It's glorious! And, he adores it when I
tongue his puckered bud `til he's a writhing animal and
then slide my hard dick into his saliva lubed love tunnel
all the way!
    There are even times when out of the
blue, he comes up behind me, wraps his arms about my waist,
fondles my cock til it's hard, then turns me around, bends
over and commands, "Fuck me." Truth be told, I do the
same thing to him, It's our form of `kink.'
    We still are nude in our home, except
when friends visit us.
    One other small confession, we promised
each other that when we had a disagreement or fight we would
not go to sleep until we resolved the problem. So far that
has worked.

    Saturday's child works hard!