College quarterback, quintessential jock.  Lithe, muscled, handsome angled face.  Known around the campus for his conquests of college women.  Bret had a natural leonine swagger as he walked, an innate arrogance bolstered by his athletic and sexual reputation.

Here on full athletic scholarship, he had failing grades.  Unless they improved the college could not retain him as a star athlete.  Which was where I came in.  Name of Alex, retired now, hired by the administration to be a tutor, I thought I faced a nearly hopeless task, given his reputation on campus.

From the first session, I realized that my prejudice was unjustified.  He was quick, smart and willing to work hard.  His problems were due to an indolent earlier education and sloppy study habits.  So we were able to make progress fairly quickly.  Reputation notwithstanding, he turned out to be quite a nice guy: courteous, charismatic and at times comical.

Bret came to my apartment twice a week for two hours in the early evening, and we worked at a round table across from each other.  Although I admired his body, I had almost no sexual thoughts about him.  His hetero reputation and projection precluded that.

So what happened was a complete surprise.  That first magic evening, he arrived during a snowstorm, which didn’t seem so bad before dark.  But two hours later, as we wrapped up, I looked out of the window and saw that the streets were impassable.  There were no buses to take him home.  So I offered my couch (which was going to be cramped for him), a tooth brush, bedding and a bathrobe.  We chatted happily for a couple of hours; he had a beer, I sipped a brandy.  And then off to bed.  As I usually do when I retire for the night, I turned down the thermostat a few degrees.

An hour or so later, I was awoken by a “Hey man I’m freezing”.  I invited him to hop into my bed, a queen size.  I said: “Let me hold you till you’re warm” and we spooned into sleep.  I must admit I started to feel an attraction as I lay against him.  I could feel his muscular body, and smell his athletic presence.  But I just enjoyed the feeling and the slight erection and I slipped back into sleep.

Sometime later, I was awoken by a “Hey man, you’re getting me horny”.  He was lying on his back, I was still on my side, but my head was more or less nestled into his armpit, one leg was draped over his, and my hand was on his chest.  I realized I had been stroking his pecs, probably holding a nipple.  At the same time I could feel a gentle moving of his hips.

I said: “Sorry man, should I stop?”  Silence, and a sudden surge in sexual tension - unsustainable.  So I said: “Tell me what you want”.  And he took my hand and moved it down his body to touch his dick.

My audible gasp was lost in the roaring sound of his groan.  His cock, hard as a rock, was not large, but a solid six and with good girth and raised veining. Just caressing with my fingertips was causing his member to jump and pulse.  When I put my whole hand on his cock his hips began to heave, his breathing became coarse and sweat poured from his pits.  He was already ready to cum, barely 30 seconds after we started. But I think my licks of his delicious pit sweat sent him over the top.  Giving a low wail, cum started pumping and squirting from his dick.  I wanted that cum.  So I slid my head down his torso, greased by the cum on his belly and took the last pulses in my mouth.  Ecstasy!  The feel of his pulses, the salty taste of his cum.    I almost came myself, surfing the waves of his rapture.

Bret crammed my head down so I took all of it.  Just a slight deep throat, but I made it the more fun by swallowing while he was down my throat.  He was crying as if he had lost something dear.  Before I exploded he released me, his whole body going limp.  I ripped off my sleep underwear, mopping up – spill on Aisle Tummy! – and vowing to sleep with those sleepy pants in my face forever.  But he was clearly embarrassed, sheepish. He turned away on his side.  Softly crying, he was soon asleep.  I drifted off to dreamland myself, smelling and tasting his cum.  I had a large erection – unresolved – but somehow I was deeply satisfied.

As I found out, Bret came prematurely almost every time – but just the first time.  There was always a second soon after, more controlled, sometimes even a third.  Cum seemed to be infinite.

Later, Bret awoke me again, this time pushing my body down his torso till his cock was in my face, the act of a boss or a top.  I swear it was less than an hour since he had blown his huge load; yet his cock was in full hardness.  He hummed as my lips kissed his length.  But I was going lower.  Straddling one leg, I introduced my lips and my tongue and my mouth and my spit to his balls; I made love to them, kissing and licking and sucking.  He loved me underneath his sac, and raised his hips to help.  That also gave my access to his perineum, just above his ass.

He realized that he was no longer in control; I was.  His body became more pliable as I licked and sucked.  I went a little lower, flashed my tongue across his hole, got a gasp and he tensed.  Message sent: I wanted in there.  I knew it would be a while before he would tolerate, let alone welcome, my cock inside him.  Just the idea was enough for the moment.

I moved to the base of his cock with kisses and nibbles.  Bret was hot, sweat forming on his pelvis and his pubes.  The taste experience was wonderful, and stimulated more artful caresses.  All he could do is gasp and gurgle: writhing, heaving, shaking.  His movements and sounds became more pronounced as I moved up his shaft.  What a lovely shape it was, pulsing with sexual energy.  When I reached the top, started to circle the glans with my tongue, he started to sob and beg.  “Take me, please take me!”  Of course that meant take me in his mouth.  So I flipped in the bed, 69, my torso towards his head, my mouth towards his penis. I also moved a lubed finger to his hole.  But lying side by side, my groin was pressed against him; I could feel his face on my cock; he was sort of licking and mouthing – which felt wonderful – but he was too far gone in his own bliss to think of my pleasure.

He didn’t really need to.  I was lost in love with his penis.  Letting his cock push open my lips was a feast of sensations: the physical pressure to open, the taste and smell and texture and warmth of it, the knowledge that it will be fully inside you.  And then the pulsing and the heaving, my lips crammed against his public hair, my nose itching with it.  By the time he was fully inside my mouth, well down my throat, his orgasm was beginning.  I could hear him groaning and grunting, sometimes whimpering.  And the slowly, surely, and still in a copious flood, more cum began to pour from his cock fountain.  I was ready to swallow, but my mouth was full more than once.  His hips were pulsing: each pulse pushed into my throat, each move back put my finger in his hole.  Penetration was associating with ejaculation: good message.  I was so lost in the wonder of his orgasm that I almost didn’t notice that I had cum myself, most flowing on his face and chin. 

After I gently freed his cock, we lay there side by side, both spent.  I could have spent the rest of the night with my face in his groin, tasting his juices and his sweat.  But I moved around again and we rested face to face.  He jerked away a little when I kissed and licked my cum off his face, but then went limp while I did my work.  We slept.

In the morning, he was very shy, and embarrassed.  He showered and dressed quickly, I made him a coffee.  We talked a little about his day ahead, but nothing about the night just passed.  The snow had been cleared and he left, looking furtive, afraid to be seen.

I didn’t expect him back till our next scheduled session two days off, but in the afternoon a day early there was a buzz from the lobby, then a knock on my door, and there he was.  I had a huge grin on my face as he walked in and without thinking embraced him in a mostly chaste hug while saying: “It’s great to see you, but what brings you here?”

There was no verbal response.  His body tensed at first, then his arms took me by the shoulders and began to push me down.  He wanted a blow job!  A little abrupt for a guest, I thought, but on the whole a great idea.  So down I went, face against his crotch, feeling a hot hardness through his jeans.  Did he walk upstairs with a hard on?  I didn’t need to fumble with belts and fly, he did that, his cock freed demanding attention.  Clearly this was no time for subtlety; he wanted to fuck my face.  So I swallowed him whole in one gulp, full deep throat, grabbed his muscled buns, and began my work on him.  He groaned loudly, and staggered back against the door.  For a moment I thought he was going to faint, but soon his hands were on my head and we were working together.  Once again, the first time didn’t last long.  After less than a minute I could feel his orgasm building.  His body began to tremble, his pelvic thrust became jerky, and then another moan announced his explosion.  I was better prepared for the flood and got most of it, although some cum ended up dripping from my upper lips and chin.  I held him in my mouth long after the spasms had ceased and he started to go soft.

As I rose to my feet, I looked at his chiselled face, and said: “So that’s why you came here”.  His response took my breath away: “Actually, I came to fuck you”.  I smiled and said: “Kiss me”.  He locked appalled: kiss a man?  I just said: “If we fuck, we kiss”.  So tentatively at first he bent down a little (he was taller) and gave me a tentative, tender teenage kiss on the lips.  But I don’t think he was expected to kiss his own sperm.  His next kiss licked his cum from my face before his tongue found my mouth.  He was good at kissing, obviously with lots of experience.

I asked whether he would like to wait a bit before we made love – he winced a bit at ‘made love’ – but he couldn’t recharge instantly so he agreed.  While I made some coffee, he was physically close to me, stroking my ass, pressing himself against me.  I was getting pretty turned on by it all.  I knew he had zero experience taking a man in the ass, so I made him blush and stutter by asking how he wanted to do it.  I described some anal sex positions, and I could tell he didn’t really want to think about it, he just wanted somehow to do it.  So when I suggested he let me take the lead, he just nodded.  We walked to the bedroom.

Inside, I turned to face him, and unbuttoned his shirt.  There were those lovely pecs, hard nipples, and as he slipped out of the short his lovely hairy pits.  I kissed and licked and gently sucked his nipples, then moved to his pits, savouring the acrid taste.  When I moved my head up to kiss him, he was clearly turned on.  His tongue was licking and thrashing, my face was wet with his spit.  And I could feel that old faithful his cock was hard and ready to go.

But there was work to do first.  I needed to drive him crazy.  We worked together to take down his pants, then I sat him on the bed.  Kneeling down, I took off his socks, and began to make love to his feet with my tongue and my lips.  This was clearly new to him – you could tell by how wide his eyes opened – but also you could tell by his breathing and the movement of his hips that this was bringing him much pleasure.  After a while my kisses moved but his muscled legs, which relaxed as I spread them.  When I reached his balls and his cock, I did some gentle teasing, but no serious work; I would need them later.  Already his groin was hot to the touch, the smell of sweat and sex was in the air.

He was relaxed and passive when I rolled him over, so he was kneeling on the floor.  I massaged his wonderful glutes, which flexed provocatively as I worked.  I spread them and moved my head closer, blowing softly on his hole.  He whimpered, and stiffened a little.  He might have moved away but I said you can trust me, this will bring you pleasure.  I stopped to admire his hole, his treasure: hairy but a beautiful rosebud in the centre.  My kisses and licks and nibbles started on his outer buttocks, moving up to his tail bone, and then starting down his cleft.  I could feel his breathing growing ragged as my mouth approached his opening.  As I circled the target with my tongue, he was softly whimpering in anticipation.  When my tongue found the centre, he cried out.  His hips were moving against my face as I kissed and licked.  When my tongue began to penetrate this wonder treasure hole, his hand came back and held my head.  His hole was flexing in anticipation and desire.  He wanted this. So I just fucked his hole with my tongue, eliciting an almost continuous moan of pleasure.  O how I wanted him.  Somehow, sometime, I need to get my cock inside this ass, possess this body.  But another time. 

I was certainly ready to fuck him, but today was not the time.  I moved my head away, told him to lie on his back on the bed.  He complied, but his eyes were wild, his breathing hard, his hips jerking a little and he was sweating profusely.  His cock was pulsating, looked ready to burst.  I hoped I hadn’t taken him too far; my hole wanted some serious action.  I straddled him.  Our eyes were locked together in shared lust as I lubed his dick and my hole.  I could have done some preliminary frotting along my crack, but I was afraid he might explode.  So I took his cock in my right hand and just pressed the tip against my hole.  I didn’t think his eyes could open that wide.  I moved my left hand to his mouth, pressed my fingers against his lips.

As I pushed down on him, so tenderly, his mouth opened and took my fingers in.  He felt so good inside me.  No great size, but enough to make me gasp as he opened.me.  As his shaft completed his journey, I thought he was going to swallow my hand.  Once he was fully in, I withdrew my hand, moved back to get just that little bit more in, and rested.  I grinned at him.  He grinned back, softly said “Wow”.  I eased back up, he looked panicked as if he was going to pop out.  But that was just the opportunity to let him slide into me with some strength.  I rode him for a while that way, making him moan with pleasure.  But I needed him to take me, and I think that’s what he wanted to start with.

So I said: “Now I need you to fuck me”, and pulled out slowly.  He looked lost, but I said “Quickly now, and rolled onto my side, opening my legs for him.  He entered me a little harder than I would have chosen, but I probably deserved it.  He began to thrust, and I said: “Get on top of me; take me like an animal”.  His moans turned to growls as his full weight pressed on me.  Although part of me wanted to meet his thrusts, I also wanted to be passive, to be taken, to be owned.  His body, wet with sweat, slid against me as his hips thrust.  He stuck his fingers in my mouth as his thrusts became harder and more urgent.  I knew he was cumming when he cried out “Alex!” and his movements became more jerky, his thrusts deeper, his breath coming in gasps.  My own cock exploded at the sound of my name; I knew I had him as a lover.  His orgasm went on and on.  Even when he collapsed on top of me, I could feel his cock continuing to pump.  Finally he was quiet, exhausted, almost asleep.

I told him to pull out gently, and he did, rolling beside me.  He was passive and accepting as I licked his body, savouring the tastes of sex.  I was leaking enormous amounts of cum, and when I tasted some he kissed me and wanted more.  After a while, Bret turned to me and said “Alex, what’s happening to me?  Am I gay?  I can’t be gay.”  I said: “Bret, don’t worry too much about who puts what where, so long as both of you are happy. We’ll be discrete, you can keep your reputation, but please only one lover at a time”.  He was silent, then said: “I need a lot of sex”.  I smiled at him and responded: “I look forward to it”.

We made an agreement about sex and academic work.  On each of our tutoring days, we would set aside at least two hours for solid work.  Often that involved sex, then work, then sex, but we held to the rule.  Because there were other days which were just sex days.

He was quick to adapt to sex with a man.  He learned to penetrate me doggy over a chair, doggy flat on bed, doggy sideways, missionary on top, missionary sideways, riding forward, riding backward, you name it.  And he learned how to bring me pleasure while fucking me.  It took a while, but he came to like, and to be quite good at, sucking my cock.  He wasn’t as addicted to cum as I was, but he licked and swallowed.  I could tell that he wasn’t ready to bottom, although I had tried my best seduction tricks.  In any case, I wouldn’t say we were in love, but we had an easy companionship, both in work and in sex.

Fairly quickly, the tutoring came to pay off.  His grades began to rise.  The administration was pleased, paid me to keep at it.  I didn’t tell them that pay was no longer required.

Then came the magic day.  Bret let himself in – he had a key by then – but he seemed almost stunned and very quiet.  I didn’t press him, just made him a coffee and let him talk.  Finally, he pulled out an essay he had done all on his own, and there was an ‘A’ with some quite flattering remarks from the Prof.

I looked at him, probably with love in my eyes, and said: “Bret, you’re amazing”.  He sort of took that on board, and then responded: “Alex, I need you to fuck me.”  Paradise at last – through good academics: go figure.

We were able to talk about sex very easily by then, so I asked him how he would like it.  He said he remembered how we had spooned together the first time, and he wanted to start that way.

So that’s what happened.  Our foreplay was slow and relaxed this time, there was no longer any need for urgency (though sometimes I did get a quick fuck, which was great).  I did spend a lot of time working on his ass with my tongue.  He had a way of pulsing his hole which was extraordinarily enticing.  I loved to watch it.

We lay together, spooning, my hard cock lubed, frotting his crack gently.  Now it was time to take a virgin hole.  I just placed my tip against his hole, pressing just a little.  He tensed, then did his best to relax.  I could tell that it was at the edge of hurting for him, so I backed off a fraction and just waited.  In my experience, an ass that wants to be fucked – even a virgin ass – will relax some on its own.  So when I renewed the pressure, I heard a little cry, but also felt his ass holding firm, maybe even pushing back.  I stopped pushing myself, and left it to him. Sure enough, a moment later he pushed again and the flower opened and he was a virgin no more.  He gasped, went rigid, and then almost limp.  He was crying a little – real tears – murmuring “Alex, Alex”.  We held hands against his chest.  Then he pushed again and I was sliding into him and I pushed as well.  We were both moaning at that point.  When I was all the way in, I could feel my pubes against his cheeks, I knew a dream had come true.  I had his ass at last.  We rested a while, his breathing returned almost to normal.  As I pulled back, I knew that he was feeling what I had felt so many times: an overwhelming sense of loss.  I heard a little wail, his hand reached back to pull me back in and I thrust hard.  He grunted, almost choked.  I did it again.  And then those special words: “Fuck me Alex, I need you cum inside me”.  I probably should have taken more time, but I had waited too long, and he wanted it so back.  So I just gave him good steady thrusts as I built my orgasm.  Bret screamed like a girl when my hand reached down to grab his cock, which immediately exploded.  And that set me off in a series jerking humps as I poured myself into him.

When I pulled out of him, I rolled him onto his stomach so I could watch my cum leak from his ass.  And of course I savoured and swallowed some, saving a good taste of it for a kiss, which he accepted and sucked greedily.  As we lay together kissing and licking, he looked at me and said “When can we do that again?”

And that began another phase of our relationship, although I was mostly a bottom.  But any time he got an ‘A’ – and other times – he wanted my seed inside him.

It had to end eventually and it did, without too much pain, at the end of the academic year.  With his higher grades and improved study habits, Bret was offered a greater scholarship at a more prestigious institution across the country.  I funded a last week together at a high end resort.  I was totally exhausted at the end of it, depleted and probably walking funny.

We’ve kept in touch.  He says he’s back to being mostly hetero, but not always.  I’m touched that his memories were of more than the sex, but of the good times we had together.