"You ever sucked a dick before?" he asked. I shook my head, staring at his man-tool. "That's alight. I'll break you in." He took the back of my head, and moved it close to his massive cock. The scent of his crotch wafted into my nostrils. The tip of his tool touched my lips. I was about to go where I had never dreamed, to suck a guy's dick. But if this was what it would take...
My lips parted, and I opened my mouth wide, and took his member in. It was hot, and as I sucked on it, it grew stiffer in my mouth. I moved my head up and down, my lips and tongue sliding across its surface. My lips were stretched to encompass his thick meat. I couldn't get very much of it into my mouth, but Mr. West tried to shove my head down onto it anyway. With practice, it began to slide down my throat. I wrapped my fist around the base of his dick, and sucked in as much as I could. I rotated, between bobbing my head on his cock, and deep-throating him. I can't believe he turned me into a cock sucker.
Although I was inexperienced, Mr. West seemed to enjoy the blow job I was giving him. I looked up at his face, which is not easy with a big dick lodged in my throat, to see him gazing at me with a big smile. He was surprised how well I preformed my task. I sucked on his dick for a good five minutes before he pulled me off. My jaw and cheeks were getting sore from the workout.
He had me stand back up in front of him. He reached out and caressed the bulge in my trunks. He found my half-hard boy meat and began to work it through the material. No one had ever touched me like that before. There was a definite sexual energy in the air, and even if it was a man-only thing, I couldn't deny it. My dick grew with his touch, but was confined by the tight shorts. His other hand moved up my inner thigh, and into the virtually nonexistent legs of the shorts. His hand gripped my leg at its highest point, his fingers rubbing my balls, reaching between my legs.
With both his hands working on my virgin pleasure center, my dick kept growing, but with no room to go anywhere, it started to hurt. But Mr. West wouldn't release my pained tool from its prison. "Oh, god," I said, my voice filled with half pleasure, half pain, "please, Mr. West. Take these shorts off." But he just continued to arouse me, delicately fingering the outline of my strained boyhood through the shorts. He seemed to get pleasure from my discomfort. "Oh, please stop," I pleaded, my body, naked but for the brief shorts, writhed with the new, intense feelings.
"Alight, Greg. But now we're on to the next part. Come upstairs with me." I followed him to his bedroom, where he motioned me to lay on the bed. Mr. West stood at the end of the bed, apparently admiring my slight, yet taught frame. With his eyes all over my body, I lifted my butt from the bed, and worked the tight shorts down my hips and off my thin legs. My dick immediately began to straighten after being released. It continued to stiffen until it pointed up at my face. Looking at Mr. West fondle his crotch, turned on by the sight of me, a young boy, really got my boy-pole hard. I can't explain, but my teacher's attentions were arousing me.
Finally, he leaned in, his hands moving up my legs, my abdomen, my chest, as his head came in closer to my crotch. I could feel his breath on my stiff rod, and I thought he was going to take it into his mouth. I braced myself for the experience, and I found myself wanting his hot mouth on my boy-cock. Which is why I was a little disoriented when he lifted my legs up and started licking the place beneath my balls. I propped myself up on my elbows to see him at work; he moistened the area between my balls and ass, and started moving south. Although this wasn't the blow job I was expecting, it felt good, and my dick continued to ooze pre-cum from its swollen, red tip. I have never been so turned on in my life, feeling dirty, used, as Mr. West went to work on my privates, my cock seemed to get harder.
He removed one hand from my leg, and I soon felt a finger prodding my thoroughly moistened adolescent hole. It slid in easily, and he began working it around. It went farther in than his tongue, and it had a greater presence, stiff and long. The space in my ass felt tight, but he continued to wiggle it in and out, until he lid a second finger in. By now, my navel was over flowing with pre-cum that had fallen from my cock-head. The sticky fluid matted down my dark pubic hair just below it as the older man probed my young ass. Soon, he had three fingers breaching my tunnel. But suddenly, he removed them, and backed away. I lowered my legs, the empty sensation in my ass lingered.
He slowly moved his tool into me. Pain jolted in my ass, but Mr. West's slow pace allowed my ass to adjust without too much discomfort. My chest was heaving with heavy breath, trying not to feel the pain. Slowly, he marched up my tunnel, his hips moving to meet my ass cheeks. It was hard to believe that just moments before, we were watching TV, not a thought of this on our minds. Well, I guess he had planned all this; he lured me here to fuck me. And now he was doing just that. I was his boy toy, and I would let him do whatever he wanted to me if I got what I want. So I just lay there and let him violate my ass.
