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First Training Session

You know, it's weird lying naked in bed with a guy who fucked you, his cum is still on your lips, and listening to him talk about his old boyfriend. Annoyed sure, but still interested. Was I as good a fuck as Paul, I couldn't help wondering?

"So Mike, did you fuck him?" I asked.

"Yup, but Paul's versatile....and a bit kinky."

"He fucked you too then?"

"Oh yeah, plenty of times. He was my first, remember. Hey, you'll soon see. Once you drop your pants and open the back door you can't get enough of it when your first time was real good. And yours was, I know that for sure. We got just a few more days here to fool around and probably will be assigned to different offices. Then you'll shuck those tightie whities for some colorful sexy bikinis and be wiggling that sweet Mormon ass of yours for any hot guy who wants to bed you down. Shit, you're jumping way ahead of me. You still interested?", to which I nodded yes.

"OK, where was I? Paul. It could hardly have been a coincidence but after that first embarrassing encounter in the bathroom it seemed that he turned up everywhere - the gym, library, dining room, even went out of his way to sit next to me in class. I liked the attention but sure was disappointed that he never made a move. I knew I wanted more than jerking off fantasizing about him so I asked if I could see his notes from a class I missed. He said to meet him in his room that night, which I did."

"Paul opened his door and I was surprised that he was wearing only white boxerbriefs and a black T-shirt. I couldn't help but notice the obvious outline of his cock and balls in his tight underwear. I was so fucking nervous. I sat at his desk and flipped through his notes. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging softly. My cock was straining in my pants. He leaned over a slid his hands down my shirt teasing my nipples, and asked me why it took me so long to visit. I sputtered something about not knowing what to do. He kissed the side of my neck and said he would show me."
 
"Did you fuck Paul or did he fuck you?" I asked bluntly.

"Neither" Mike answered, "....not that time. No penetration. He just made love to me. I'll never forget it. It was fantastic."

"Hell, Mike, what did he do?"

It's hard to describe. You probably won't understand."

"Try me" I responded. "I'm listening."

"OK. if you want. Paul started by unbuttoning my shirt, running his hands over my chest and fingering my nipples. You can't imagine how exciting gentle touching can be especially when you're already primed for it. It like melts you. Paul leaned over and began licking my nipples briefly, then his lips went even lower. I thought he wanted to suck me so I started unbuckling my belt but he told me "No, I'll do that." He led me to his bed and sat down. Standing before him he undid my belt and the buttons of my jeans which dropped to the floor. "Oh man, that's so beautiful" he murmured as he cupped my balls and caressed my my hard cock through my briefs. I already had a spot of pre-cum on my briefs and I knew I'd shoot my load right away if he kept at it. But he stopped and very slowly ran his hands down the outside of my thighs, then softly up the inside stopping just before reaching my wet crotch. He extracted my swollen cock out over the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. For the first time in my life I was standing naked, hard and at eye level before a guy, a guy I fantasized about being with this past week while I jerked off."

Mike's story was so hot. I reached under the sheet for my now hard cock. "Mike, you're turning me on. Keep going." I said.

"Paul had us switch places. Now it was me sitting eye level and staring at his balls and hard cock enveloped in his very tight boxerbriefs. He pulled off his T-shirt and slowly striped off his underwear. He was totally smooth, not a hair on his body. His beautiful cut cock had a drop of cum on the slit and was just inches from my face. I started to reach for it but he swatted my hand away. "No hands, OK", he ordered. He pushed me back and joined me on the bed. We kissed passionately. His tongue parted my lips and explored every inch of my mouth. That was so incredible. I guess you could say that he did penetrate me...with his tongue. He moved on top of me while we kissed, our hard cocks entwined. The bed rocked as Paul started slow gentle thrusts. It was so fucking hot I couldn't believe what was actually happening. I came pretty quickly. He kept it up for at least another five minutes before he came too. We were literally soaked in cum. He scooped some off my chest, tasted it and offered me some too. "Good don't you think", he said. I nodded yes, not sure if he meant the sex or the taste of cum."

"Awesome, Mike. Sort of like what we did that first time. You know, coming in our briefs while dancing in that gay bar. Well....OK, no where near as intense. Not even close", I volunteered.
 
You're story is staying plenty steamy. Love it. Keep it cumming.
 
"So you and Paul were boyfriends then?", I asked.

"Yeah, sort of, but not exclusive. There were other guys. Four, if you want to know. Well five if you count the other Mike, but he was never a regular in our group. He was a grad student. We were all undergrads and lived in the dorms."

"Holy cow! You had sex with all those guys. Group sex too?", I stammered.

"You are so fucking clueless. Yeah, I had sex with them and we did do some group stuff. Hey, I told you before that once you break the ice and it's good you're hooked. The only thing you can think about is sex 24/7. You'll learn soon enough."

"So then Mike, you came out that first year in college after fooling around with Paul and the others?"

"Coming out", Mike replied testily "isn't like graduation or something. You don't get up and announce it to the student body or sign the dotted line saying you are a certified fag. Word gets around especially on a campus. I didn't deny it. Guys obviously knew. I got hit on a bunch and there were other guys who certainly seemed interested but didn't make a move. And yeah, I did a lot of looking too. Practically had a permanent hardon that first semester checking out all the cute studs and wondering if they were into boys. And I discovered, many sure were".

"OK, not a formal coming out. I get it. But when did you tell your parents? I think you said you did when you were giving me all that shit about your conservative Catholic family".

"That took me two years. My junior year. I couldn't tell them face to face so I wrote them a long agonizing letter. Must have wrote and rewrote it a dozen times, then mailed it just before going home for Christmas. Talk about holiday stress! My Mom cried. My Dad wouldn't look me in the eye. No one said anything about it but I heard them arguing. The same old stuff - can't believe my son is gay, maybe it's just a phase and he'll find a nice girl, what will the neighbors think, AIDS.... all that shit you hear about when someone admits to his family that he is gay. It been almost two years and it's still a bit tense at home. My Dad just can't get past it although no more gay bashing comments, at least not when I'm around. My Mom now seems OK. Even asks about boyfriends. My brother has been great."

I moved closer to Mike in the bed and said, "Thanks for sharing". He kissed me, grinned and responded,"Maybe your hot Mormon ass wants a ride on my cock!" It wasn't a question, more like an invitation. Nice, huh! :sex:
 
"Ride your cock? What does that supposed to mean?" I felt confused, and oh so naive.

Mike wrapped the sheet around his cock creating a tent. "I want you to sit on this baby. I know you will love it!" he said quite emphatically.

I reached over and pulled the sheet off. His cock was erect like a rocket primed for take off. Its big mushroom head was leading the way to a blast off. My groin, my asshole, yearned for it. I was so fucking hard. I put my hand around his cock and, not sure what to do, leaned down, licking it with my tongue waiting for his instructions. Mike handed me the lube and told me to apply it. He moaned as I did. Then he told me to strattle him, facing him. It felt awkward at first until I felt his cock parting my cheeks. I was finally catching on to what he meant by riding him. I lowered my butt onto his hard cock. His penetration was easy this time and I shuttered when his cock slid past my sensitive prostrate. We paused briefly before I realized that I could control the fucking. It didn't take long before the bed was bouncing to my thrusts up and down as I rode his cock. I was close, loving every minute of it. I stroked my cock while riding his and much, much too soon I shot my load of cum over his chest and face. With only a few more thrusts of his pelvis I could feel him cumming too. Oh, man, that was so fucking great!
 
Mike checked the clock, jumped out of bed and shouted, "Hell, the workshop starts in fifteen minutes. Forget the shower. Just get dressed and hustle." Mike wanted badly to get assigned to the company's headquarters in Seattle and was intent on making a good impression during the training period. I could care less about where I would be assigned as long as I didn't end up back in Pocatello. Salt Lake City didn't sound too appealing any more either.

"Mike, I can't find my underwear", to which he responded quickly by pulling one of his own out and tossing it to me. "Here, wear this", he said. I stared briefly at what he gave me, a red silk bikini. I pulled it on, checking my looks in the mirror. "Stop admiring your sweet ass. Lets go! Put your pants on first though", he laughed.

We made it to the workshop just in time to sign in. Lunch break came. I was so fucking horny wearing Mike's sexy underwear but it became pretty clear that he was only hungry. When I suggested we skip lunch and go back to the room and mess around he muttered, "You are such a slut. I missed breakfast and I'm not missing lunch. Go jerk off if you need to." "Slut!" I replied a bit angry, "You calling me a slut when you did all that fucking around in college with Paul and all those other guys. Group sex too, you told me." "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. Hey, tonight after dinner let's go back to that bar we went to our first night?" "Sounds good" I agreed, "and I promise not to cum in my jeans this time." We both laughed.

We got to the bar at about 7:30 and it was crowded. This time I couldn't help checking out the clientele. Quite a mix. All ages, but mostly guys in their 20's and 30's. Lots of tight jeans and others in shorts, leather and even a few suits. "Stop staring" Mike whispered, "you're with me, remember." Mike ordered a Corona and asked if I wanted a Coke or a beer. I told him I'd have what he was having. "Good, it will help you cool down", he said. As we looked around for a table a guy near us asked if we wanted to join them, which we did. He introduced himself as Brad, and his friend was Phillip. Brad was probably about 40 - tall, lean and very handsome. Phillip looked our age, a little pudgy but real cute. Mike and I danced a few slow numbers, his hands on my butt, groins joined, but no pelvic thrusting this time. I wasn't going to cum prematurely again. After a second beer Mike headed to the john and Brad took the opportunity to ask me to dance. He held me close to him and after only a minute or two slipped his hand inside the back of my jeans. With a big grin he said, "Oh nice! Silk briefs on a tight ass is about as sexy as it gets." I blushed and then noticed Mike and Phillip acting very chummy on the dance floor. Phillip had his hand on Mike's crotch. What the hell am I getting into I thought. There I was pressed against a handsome older man I had met for the first time not an hour before. He had his hand in my pants feeling my ass through Mike's bikini and I had one big hardon. Maybe I am a slut?

We danced some more, switching partners. I was working on my third beer and feeling somewhat light-headed. Brad told us that he was having a small party at his townhouse the next night and invited us to come over. He gave me his card which had his address and phone number. "Please do join us", he said looking straight at me,"just an intimate gathering of friends who know how to have fun."

We left the bar at about 10. In the taxi back to our hotel Mike asked what I thought about going to Brad's party.I told him that I didn't know what to think. Mike said, "Brad likes you. I can tell, but it's up to you." :sex:
 
Mike convinced me that we should go to Brad's party. It didn't take much convincing because I couldn't get out of my mind how Brad looked at me when extending the invitation. Was that look lust, I thought? The idea of a really cool, handsome, older man wanting me was somehow thrilling, but got me once again wondering that I was becoming a slut. Shit, this was all so new and happening so fast. I was excited, to say the least, despite my reservations. As we were getting dressed to go Mike said, "Forget those awful briefs of yours. Here, which one?" He held up a black thong and a light blue bikini. I chose the silk bikini remembering Brad's comment while his hand was down the back of my jeans last night, something like "nothing sexier than silk briefs on a tight ass".

We arrived late because we had to attend a company cocktail party after the last lecture. Brad greeted us at the door saying "Great! I was afraid that you weren't coming", looking at me the same way he did at the bar last night. There were about 12 - 15 other guests and Brad introduced us to a number of them before he broke away to welcome other late arrivals. What a place! One big room downstairs decorated with Native American art, a gourmet kitchen off to one side, and an entertainment center to the other. In Idaho, we'd call that a family room. There was a big spread of elaborate finger foods, and extensive open bar and a guy playing the piano. Big bucks, I thought. I was definitely well out of my southeastern Idaho element where potatoes are featured even on the license plates. Mike abandoned me soon after we arrived and I saw him later playing cozy with Phillip. I sure knew what he was after. When we got together again I said, "This is not quite what I expected." "You watch too much porn. No group orgies, except on xtube. The sex is discreet, one-on-one and upstairs", he responded. "So that's where you've been with Phillip?" "Hey, yeah! A terrific fuck!" he volunteered with a satisfied grin. "Check out upstairs. I bet Brad will show you", he added with a knowing wink.

Brad was an excellent host, always seeing to all the guests needs, and I liked the attention he gave me too. He took me into the family room, entertainment center, and asked if I was having a good time. He said that Mike told him that I was a Mormon and that he had been to Salt Lake City many times for skiing at Snowbird. He asked how it was being Mormon and gay, to which I muttered, "This is a totally new experience for me." "Are you OK with it?", he asked as he placed his hand gently on my knee. I flushed and he said, "Do you want to see the rest of the house?" I could feel an erection sprouting in my jeans.
 
Glad to see another chapter. I was starting to worry. But to steal a quote, as I started to read your latest offering, "I could feel an erection sprouting in my jeans." So don't leave me out here too long, please.
 
I was so damn excited I was practically shaking. Brad offered me his hand which I took and we walked through all the other guests to the stairs. Well, I guess everyone knew what their host was up to with a young guy almost half his age, but I was much too excited to care at that point what anyone thought. Upstairs he first showed me his office which looked very high-tech. He pointed out the two guest bedrooms and then took me to his bedroom. It too was neatly decorated in Native American art. It was big with a very high four-posted, king-sized bed covered with a beautiful weaving and commanding the room. There was a master bathroom to one side. Brad closed the door, held me and said, "You know I wanted you from the first time we met?" I nodded and gave him a nervous smile. We kissed as his hands wandered very slowly and softly over my body. I reached to unbutton my shirt, but he stopped me saying,"Wait! The best part of sex is the foreplay and, when done right, raises those all too brief moments of wonderful climax to its zenith. Slow down!"

Brad held my head in his hands and resumed, kissing me with a passion I had not felt before. His tongue parted my lips and I accepted it eagerly. "Easy, easy" he warned, "Let me know when I need to slow down. We both want this to be good, OK." "Brad, I want you so badly", I responded. "I know you do", he said "just take it slowly. You don't need to do anything. Submit to me and let me show you. I know what I am doing." I took a few deep breaths and said, "Teach me", feeling somewhat embarrassed by my inexperience yet eager for even more training. I sure was on a steep slope of learning about the exquisite pleasures of gay sex.
I didn't want to screw up this lesson.

Brad started one me again. His hands explored every inch of my body he could reach. Instinctively my hand went to his groin, but he said, "No, not yet". He unbuttoned my shirt, gently squeezing my pouting nipples and massaging my chest. He undid my belt and the buttons of my jeans. He pulled me to him, his hands on my ass. "Oh, so nice you remembered how I love the feel of silk on a sweet, tight ass", he whispered before our lips met again and our tongues inter-twinded. He sat me on his bed and proceeded to slip off his shirt and drop his pants. His generous, uncut cock protruded through the fly of his black, silk boxers. He joined me on his bed. I thought I was going to cum when my hard cock slid against the silk of his underwear, so I had to pause but only briefly. How much better can this get, I thought, desiring what Brad had described as those moments of wonderful climax. Brad must have sensed my impending excitement because he stopped caressing me. "I don't want you to cum till I'm in you, pretty boy. Time to slow down." He kissed me gently, rolled off of me, giving my passion a little time to recede.
 
I see you plan to skewer your poor readers (me included) slowly and exquisitely. Ahhhh!
 
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