Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 00:05:53 EDT
From: Jrm3x23@aol.com
Subject: robert-teaches-john

     Robert, an 18-year-old homosexual, wrote this story.  He prefers being
called that to being called gay.  We have never met except on-line but he
dreams about meeting someone like me.  He would love to hear from anyone
who has comments about this story.  All Emails about this story will be
forwarded to this beautiful and sensual young man.  Write me at
Jrm3x23@aol.com.

Robert Teaches John

     My name is Robert, and I have to tell you about a most wonderful man.
He has had a great impact on my life.  We have met two times now and I am
very much in love with his kind and gentle ways of making sensual, erotic
love to another man.  I am that lucky man.

     Following my first meeting with John, I found it difficult to keep my
mind on other things.  I had originally responded to his Internet ad for
another married man to join him in some masturbation activity. Thinking
that he would not be interested in an 18-year-old, I soon forgot about my
answer to his ad until he contacted me and told me he would indeed be
interested.

     I had been aware of my homosexuality for many years and I fantasized
about every form of man to man sex I could think of.  Sometimes I thought
when I was very young that, if anyone knew the kinds of dirty thoughts that
went through my head, they would say I was a nasty little boy.  My frequent
visits to porno sites on the Internet in recent months fed these fantasies,
and I longed to be able to act upon them with a real man someday.  I was
both excited and terrified when John suggested that we meet at a Motel 6.
Here was a mature 40 year old man, married with a son, who claimed to be
turned on by the sight of other men's penises, and he liked to masturbate
with other men.  He undoubtedly had a great deal of experience over the
years.  I had none, except some childhood episodes with my brother and some
of his friends, and I was frightened.

     John made me feel at ease during that first encounter.  He claimed to
be a heterosexual man who was "bi-curious."  He didn't use that term since
he did not like these kinds of labels.  He simply explained to me that he
had a certain mixture of sexual cravings and interests that probably
couldn't be labeled.  John revealed himself as a gentle and caring man, and
I quickly became completely at ease with my first experience in doing such
things as fondling his balls and his penis, and even licking and tasting
the pre-cum that oozed from his pee hole.  He guided me through this
passionate meeting with such tenderness.  We climaxed by masturbating each
other.  As the great long ribbons of sperm shot out of my penis, I could
see the erotic excitement written all over John's face as he watched.  It
was always a powerful fantasy of mine to have an older man be excited by
the sight of my body and having him watch me give myself over completely to
an orgasm.  I also experienced the thrill of pleasuring this handsome
mature man and watching his body writhe and his face contort as he
abandoned himself to the pleasure of his own orgasm.

     After that day, John and I talked about us and our private yearnings.
Being a total homosexual, with no interest whatsoever in even going as far
as touching a female, my fantasies of a total sexual experience with a man
continued.  I felt a certain frustration believing that John's interest in
males went only so far as mutual masturbation.  I wanted more from him.  I
knew it was foolish to believe one could really fall in love with someone
after only one short sexual encounter.  I had read enough on the Internet
about how wrong it is to allow oneself to confuse lust with love.  However,
I couldn't help it.  I was sure that what I felt for John was something
very akin to love.  In addition, I wanted a more complete sexual
relationship with him where we would act out all the fantasies I had
harbored for so long.  When it came to sexual activity, I wanted more than
just masturbation.

     I knew John was married.  I knew in my heart that any kind of open
relationship was impossible.  I'm bright enough and sensitive enough to
know that I would never allow myself to be implicit in any kind of problem
in his marriage.  However, we continued to talk by telephone and e-mail.
John soon began to open up to me, and he seemed to be getting more in touch
with the male oriented side of his sexuality.  He began to feel that, at
this time in his life, his feelings and interest in men were becoming more
important, and he was now feeling certain longings in his relationships
with men that may have always been there, but may have been suppressed.  He
wasn't sure.  He did, though, finally come right out and refer to himself
as a "Bi-sexual."  He was no longer hedging.

     John told me about some stories that he had written for the Nifty
Archive.  Although, they were written about two years before, I could see
clear signs of a homosexual side to John that was anything but casual.  I
had taken several creative-writing courses in school.  More than once,
teachers would impress upon us that "all writing is autobiographical."  In
other words, no matter if it is fiction or non-fiction, the mind of the
author is always revealed.  The story that he had written revealed the true
longings that resided in John's mind.  Here was a man who professed, in the
beginning, at least, that mutual masturbation was, to him, the ultimate in
sexual excitement between him and another man.  Why then, I asked myself,
did he write so passionately and erotically about caressing and massaging
the body of another man?  Why did he write about kissing deeply and
exploring the recesses of another man's mouth, sucking penises, savoring
the sperm of another man, fucking another man in the ass and licking the
cum from another man's asshole? Although the two men in his story were
married to women, they eventually admitted they were gay.  I was drawn to
the story partly because John talked of the pleasure he experienced, as I
had, of watching his own body develop and mature.  As I often did, he felt
pride when standing before a mirror, admiring his developing manhood.
While we were different is so many ways; we nevertheless had so much in
common.

     I was literally aching to have another encounter with John.  I knew
now that he could provide a beautiful reality to all of my wildest
fantasies if he would just come to grips with the realities of his own
sexuality.  I hinted to him that we should get together again, but because
of his marriage situation, I didn't press it.  I let him decide whether or
not we should meet again and when and where.  I gave up mentioning it, but
one day John said he wanted to meet me again.

     Again, it was a Motel 6.  As soon as we entered the room, I was
determined to bring out of John what I was convinced was there.  As we
stood there, I gently kissed him on the lips.  This is something for which
he had told me he was not ready.  However, he kissed me back, very gently.
Soon his tongue was lashing at mine in a passionate duel.  I kissed his
cheek, his eyes, and his nose.  We began slowly unbuttoning each other's
shirt.  As our shirts fell to the floor, John kissed me on the neck and
began running his tongue down over my chest and arouund my nipples.  Then
down on his knees, he ran his tongue over my navel and down along the thick
strip of dark hair that disappeared beneath my belt.  He pressed his head
against the bulge in my pants, and then undid my buckle and zipper and
allowed by pants to fall to the floor.  I was wearing no underwear and my
cock sprung up, almost hitting John in the face.

     I told John that I needed him to stand up and get out of his clothes
so we could lie down on the bed.  I removed all my clothes, except my
boots.  (A Texan never removes his boots!)  As we lay down, I pressed my
naked body against his.  He then pushed against mine also, and told me that
he wanted to feel my skin against his and to smell the maleness of my
teenage body.  I told him that I wanted to explore his body thoroughly.
The mature male body excited me beyond words.  As he lay on his back, I
raised his legs and buried my face in the mysterious, dark regions of his
crotch.  I eagerly breathed in the musk-like aroma of his crotch sweat.  My
tongue fought its way through the dense snarl of hair in his ass crack
until it reached his puckered asshole.  I had dreamed of being able to
tongue fuck a mature man, and now that dream was coming true.  John's
sphincter muscles snapped at my tongue as it entered his rectum.  I soon
pulled out, sucked in each of John's balls, one at a time, and gently
rolled them around in my mouth.  John was literally growling with pleasure
as I pushed my face harder into his crotch, and as he felt the flitting of
my tongue on his skin.

     Getting into a 69 position, I teased John's lips with the tip of my
hard penis.  When he opened his mouth to touch it with the tip of his
tongue, I surprised him by slipping it into his mouth.  He held it there
for a moment.  I thought he might push it out.  Then I felt the gentle
swirling of his tongue on my cock head and, in the next moment, John sucked
it all the way in to the hilt.  My penis had never been encased before in
anything but my hand.  Now it was embedded in the warm, wet cavern of
John's mouth.  I had never felt anything like it.  When I first put my
mouth on his penis, his large mushroom penis head felt firm and rubbery on
my tongue.  I had the feeling that this wonderful mature man had
surrendered a part of his body to me.  His sweet pre-cum tasted much like
my own.  I ran my tongue around his penis furiously because I wanted him to
come quickly.  I was so eager to have him flood my mouth with his sperm-the
sperm of a mature man of 40.  Wow!  John's tongue action on my penis was
about to send me over the edge.  When I heard him start to moan, I could
feel his cock head enlarging.  I knew he was about to cum, which brought on
my own orgasm.  We both shott our loads into each other's mouth at the same
time.  The feel and taste of John's hot thick sperm in my mouth was exactly
as I had dreamed.  I held it in my mouth for a long time and let it slowly
seep down my throat.  I felt John's mouth sucking on my own penis until it
was limp and dry.

     We lay quietly for a long time next to each other, kissing lightly and
running our tongues over each other's stomach.  After a while we were both
hard as rock again.  Without a word, John got up on his haunches and raised
my legs high in the air.  He ran his tongue over the soft hair on the backs
of my legs down to my ass cheeks.  He gently separated my buns and swept
his tongue over my asshole, covering it with saliva.  Then pushing himself
closer to me, he touched my hole with the tip of his hard penis.  He said
he had never done this before, but had realized not long ago it was
something that he wanted to do very badly.  As he pushed, my asshole began
to hurt, but I told him to keep pushing.  Then suddenly, the large mushroom
head on his penis popped through and into my rectum.  The feeling of having
part of John-this wonderful mature man-inside of me was beyond everything I
had fantasized.  He pushed harder, and the deeper he went, the more
wonderful it felt.  How many times I had dreamed of this while using my own
vibrating dildo.  Never did I realize what a real throbbing hard penis
would be like.  I looked up at John as he began to pump me in and out.
Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.  I watched the sensuous
muscles in his chest and stomach and arms flex and ripple as he moved
closer to his orgasm.  I was jacking myself off as I watched that wonderful
mature masculine face begin to contort as his orgasm swept over him.  I
could feel the powerful throbbing of his penis inside of me and the warm
flow of sperm as it filled my rectum.  Just then, my own orgasm took over
my body and he watched long ribbons of sperm shoot from the tip of my penis
up onto my chest.

     Soon, John pulled out of me, and went down and sucked as much sperm
out of my asshole as he could, and licking all over my ass crack and my
buns.

     After a short rest, John asked me if I would fuck him.  Where had all
the old doubts and inhibitions gone, I thought.  However, he had developed
a secret yearning to be fucked in recent times.  I did the same as he did,
and flooded his ass with saliva.  I pushed my gorged cock into his hole as
he held onto my shoulders.  Although my erect penis measures seven inches,
he pleaded with me to push harder and deeper.  He reached down and pulled
my hips hard against him.  Then suddenly, without touching his own penis,
he began spurting sperm all over his chest and chin.  I could feel the
surges pressing on my penis as I fucked him harder and harder.  To feel the
muscles inside of his ass contracting so violently brought me quickly to
orgasm.  He was still shooting his sperm as I was pumping my own into his
rectum.

     John told me that he had never experienced a sexual explosion of such
intense magnitude.  He said that there was a time when he never even
desired to have such sexual contact with another man.  He said it affirms
the adage that no one knows what pleases a man like another man.  He said
there was no way his wife could ever know how much pleasure anal
intercourse could give her husband, or to have his mouth flooded with
another man's sperm.  She would never think of having anal intercourse
herself, and she really didn't like the taste of sperm. Moreover, she
couldn't imagine in a thousand years that her husband would ever like those
things.  Only another man would know.

     As for myself, I cannot find adequate words to describe the
realization that John brought to all my fantasies.  John and I experienced
a profound sexual awakening with each other that day.  I realized that all
my fantasies through the years had been nothing more than mere hints of the
sweeping passion that I was destined to feel that day.

     John is now Renaissance Man.  He has opened his mind.  He has now
exposed and accepted all of his subconscious yearnings.  None of this means
he does continue to love and respect his wife and son and treasure his
marriage.  Nevertheless, he now understands his true sexual nature, as he
once never allowed himself to do.  It is probably hard for a more mature
man to admit all his sexual vulnerabilities to a teenager, which may
account for some of John's early reticence in revealing the depth of his
sexual longings for men.  However, this is all supposition, and I fully
realize that I may be pathetically, not to say unfairly, off base.  One
thing is certain, though.  I have come to love John, in my own special
definition of the word, and hold him in my heart as a very, very special
person.

End.