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.

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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 Taletopia.com. 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.

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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 around 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.

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