Nathan was a first semester freshman at the
university where I taught history. The first time
I ever saw him I must admit that I did a double-
take—he was so stunningly handsome I almost fell
over. Nathan was one of those knock-your-socks-off
type of guys. He was bright blond with pale blue
eyes and an athletic physique without the
slightest bit of extra flesh. Around school he
liked to dress in flimsy t-shirts and tight jeans,
which he filled admirably — and he never seemed to
wear any footwear except running shoes and white
socks. My preliminary investigations found that he
liked sports but wasn’t much of a social
butterfly; in fact, according to the grapevine he
was pretty much a loner—never dated much and
didn’t have any close friends around school. I
made my mind up that I would do my best to seduce
this boy. And it wouldn’t be that difficult. You
see, I had found over the years that it was pretty
easy to find out who grazed on my side of the
fence and set up situations where I could trigger
their young male lust. After that they usually
kept coming back for more. All that I needed to do
was find the right occasion to make my move.
My opportunity arose when, several weeks into the
first semester, my colleague in the history
department asked if I could tutor Nathan in
European history. I made it a point to invite him
over to my apartment for the first “session.”
Nathan showed up right on time, about three
o’clock, and when I opened the door he stood there
in all his glory wearing grey sweat pants and his
usual t-shirt and running shoes. Whoever invented
sweat pants for guys ought to be made a saint—I’ve
never seen a guy wearing them who wasn’t drop-dead
gorgeous in them. When a guy wears regular pants
or jeans, there’s enough pressure against his
crotch that his manhood stays pretty well under
control. But in sweats, where there’s no fabric
holding him in place, that manhood swings more
freely and is more easily seen as the loose fabric
pulls against it when walking. So there stood
Nathan, tell-tale bulge between his legs, looking
incredibly handsome and smiling at me. “Hi, Dr.
Adams. Hope I’m not late.” “Not at all, Nathan.
Come on in.” I stood aside as he entered the
living room. When he stepped forward the fabric of
his sweats pulled against his rump. I could see
the lines of jockey shorts underneath, and that
made me happy—I’ve never been a fan of boxers.
“It’s nice of you to take the time to tutor me,”
Nathan said as he walked into the room. “My
pleasure,” I replied. “I always have time for a
struggling student of history.” I motioned for him
to sit on the couch. “Would you like a soft
drink?” He smiled again. God he was cute. “Sure,
that’d be great.” From the kitchen I heard him
call out “You have a nice apartment.” “Thanks,” I
replied, coming back into the living room with two
sodas. “It’s small but cozy.” I sat down on the
couch next to him, just slightly closer than he
might have expected. But it didn’t seem to bother
him. “I thought we could sit where it’s
comfortable.” We chatted for a bit. I asked him
how school was going and he told me that his
freshman year was most difficult—both academically
and socially. “It’s been difficult for me to make
friends here,” he admitted. “I’m a little shy.”
“Are you going to the big dance next weekend?” I
asked, keeping an innocent tone in my voice. “That
would be a good place to meet people.” He looked
down, away from me. “Nah,” he muttered softly.
“I’m not really into dating.” So the rumors were
true. I thought it best not to pry any further at
the moment, so we launched into history. His class
was studying the Renaissance, so we reviewed the
major elements of the period and started to talk
about Michelangelo, the great sculptor and
painter. “I have to ask you something,” Nathan
suddenly blurted out. “Sure, go ahead.” He
hesitated. “What, Nathan? Don’t be shy.” He took a
shallow, nervous breath. The confident eighteen-
year-old of a few moments ago had faded. “Is it
true that Michelangelo was a homosexual?” I wanted
to laugh, for he said it so awkwardly that he
might as well have asked if the earth was flat.
But I maintained my seriousness. “Most historians
think so, Nathan. Why do you ask?” He wasn’t any
less nervous, but he seemed to want to plunge
ahead. “I’d read somewhere that he was. I was just
wondering. Seems like it must have been difficult
for him, given he did so much work for the
church.” “I’m sure it was quite awkward,” I
replied, choosing my words carefully. “It wasn’t a
time when gay people could be out of the closet
with any comfort. Not like today.” Nathan sat up a
little, obviously interested. “It’s easier for a
guy to be gay now-a-days, isn’t it?” His hesitancy
was fast melting away. “In most circumstances,
yes.” He looked away again, and I thought I saw
just the slightest hint of moisture beginning to
form around his eyes. “But not for everybody,” he
murmured softly. “Nathan, are you okay?” I asked
gently, placing my hand on his shoulder. He looked
back at me, his blue eyes welling up with tears.
“Can I tell you something, Dr. Adams?” “Why sure,
Nathan. Anything.” I squeezed his shoulder as I
said this, and he responded by lifting it slightly
and pushing his head back. He took a deep breath
and then said “I’m gay.” Well, I thought. This was
going to be easier than I had hoped. “And that
bothers you?” I asked him. Tears were streaming
down his face now. “No. I mean, being gay doesn’t
bother me. I am who I am and I’m okay with that.
It bothers me that it’s not okay to be gay and in
college. There isn’t anybody around for me to hang
out with, to go out with.” “I think you’d be
surprised,” I said quietly and moved my hand to
his gorgeous knee. “There are several guys at this
school who are gay.” He looked shocked. “Really?
He do you know?” “Stop and think for a minute,
Nathan.” I could see the wheels turning in his
head. Then he looked down at my hand on his knee.
I squeezed it gently. “Oh,” he responded. Then he
began to laugh. “Oh!” I couldn’t help but chuckle
with him. “You were awfully brave to come out to
me like that, Nathan,” I said trying to sound
affirming. “I’m glad you did, though.” “God, I
can’t believe it!” he said, his tears now the
result of laughter. “Did I stumble into this or
what?” Gradually the laughter subsided and we sat
there looking into one another’s eyes. “You must
be awfully relieved,” I said. He nodded. “And
lonely.” He nodded again, looking down. “And
horny?” I asked. He looked up at me, but said
nothing. “Nathan, have you ever had sex with
another guy?” He shook his head. Slowly I reached
over and pulled on the string tie of his sweat
pants. The knot came undone and I tugged gently on
the waist, pulling them away from his stomach. My
hand plunged beneath the grey cotton fabric and,
passing his crotch for now, gently stroked his
thigh. Almost instinctively he spread he legs, and
I began to rub the inside of his thigh. At the
same time my other hand moved to his head and I
ran my fingers through his magnificent blond hair.
He didn’t’ seem adverse to my advance, so I moved
my hand behind his head and pulled him toward me.
His blue eyes stared into mine as our lips met. I
felt his mouth open slightly and my tongue took
advantage of the opening to plunge in. At the same
time my other hand cupped his young manhood,
gently squeezing it. I could feel the warmth of
his crotch behind the white cotton fabric of his
jockey shorts. Our tongues explored each other’s
mouth for a few moments and my hand darted
underneath the elastic of the leg opening in his
shorts. I felt the soft fuzziness of his pubic
hair and, as I grabbed his cock, it begin to
swell. When my index finger stroked that key spot
under the tip of his penis, he suddenly pulled his
mouth away from mine and sucked in a deep breath.
“Nathan, do you want to quit?” I asked. “It’s okay
if you do.” He shook his head. “Are you okay?” I
asked, wanting to be sure that he really wanted to
continue. He smiled, then reached down to grab his
t-shirt. With one quick motion he pulled it over
his head and tossed it aside. I smiled back at him
and lowered my head to his magnificent, hairless
chest. My tongue went to work and I sucked his
nipples, gently nibbling them. I pulled my hand
from his crotch and used it to rub his stomach,
gently exploring the folds of his muscular torso.
Finally growing bolder, Nathan reached down to my
crotch and began to squeeze me. I was wearing the
button fly jeans I liked to wear when I came home
from school each day, and I felt him work at the
buttons, popping them open one by one. I sat up
and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off while he
kicked off his shoes. His hard on was evident
beneath his sweat pants, and I grabbed the tip of
his pole and squeezed. Nathan leaned over me and
began to lick my back. I took his cloth-covered
rod into my mouth and gummed it, my saliva soaking
into the fabric. Meanwhile I reached around behind
him and plunged by hands beneath his shorts. His
firm young buttocks were waiting, and he moaned
when I squeezed them. Finally we both sat up,
breathing heavily, filled with lust. “Take off
your underwear, Nathan,” I commanded. “I want to
see you naked.” He arose, his already-loosened
sweats falling to the floor. He pulled them over
his feet, then removed both of his white socks. As
he stood again I could see his erection straining
against the white fabric prison of his shorts,
crying to be free. He slid his delicate young
hands beneath the elastic and pushed downward. As
it strained past his bulge, his cock sprung forth
in all its glory. As he stepped out of his shorts
Nathan stood to face me, fully erect. His cock
jutted straight out from his crotch, a large blue
vein meandering along its eight-inch length and a
clear drop of pre-come oozing from its tip.
Underneath hung a ball sack filled with two
perfectly-shaped testicles. Surrounding it all was
a patch of hair so light blond as to be almost
invisible. He was truly magnificent. It took me
little time to lean forward and take him into my
mouth. At the first touch of my tongue his entire
body shuddered as if electricity were coursing
through it. Gently and tenderly I licked his young
erection, figuring that this was the first blow
job he had ever had. As I sucked him I unbuttoned
the final button of my jeans and pulled them and
my shorts off in one tug. Now naked as well, I
knelt in front of Nathan and positioned my hands
behind him. I squeezed his butt while my mouth
moved up and down his shaft. My middle finger
pushed its way into his crack and found the warmth
of his virgin hole. Gently it pushed further,
entering him. With my free hand I caressed his
balls, squeezing and pulling him ever so slightly
to enhance his pleasure. Nathan ran his hands
through my own blond hair and took pleasure in
fucking my face with his glorious tool. Suddenly
he pulled away, his cock making a popping sound as
it withdrew from the grasp of my lips. “What the
matter,” I gasped, almost breathless with
exertion. “I’m getting close to coming,” he
sighed. “And I want to suck you first.” Obligingly
I sat on the couch and slouched down, spreading my
legs. My penis was rock hard and waving invitingly
at the young man who wanted to swallow it. Nathan
got on his knees between my legs and took me into
his mouth. Awkward at first, he quickly adjusted
and began to suck me tenderly. I pulled my legs up
onto the couch and motioned for him to get on top
of me. Never leaving his oral grip on my rod, he
raised himself over me and positioned his
glistening sex over my face. I grabbed the back of
his thighs and pulled his crotch down into my
face, swallowing him once more. Our sixty-nine
lasted for several minutes until I felt him began
to groan. I grabbed his balls and could feel his
warm flood begin to build. Within moments it
gushed from deep within and filled my throat with
spray after spray of boy-juice. His eruption
triggered mine and I felt my sperm flood out. He
did an admirable job of swallowing most of it, and
quickly collapsed on top of me. I could feel the
perspiration on his chest against my stomach.
Slowly I maneuvered to lie beside him and held his
sweaty head in my arm. “How was your first time,
Nathan?” He smiled. “Fantastic. I’m so glad I
finally did it.” “Beating off gets a little old
after a while, doesn’t it?” “Yeah. And it’s
nothing like this.” We laid there in silence for a
few moments, then he asked, “Dr. Adams, did you
know I was gay before I told you?” I smiled at
him. “Well, let’s just say I had my suspicions.”
“Was it that obvious?” “Not really, Nathan. But I
have a sixth sense about these things that’s
pretty accurate. A gay can usually tell if another
guy’s gay or not.” “Do you think the guys around
school know about me?” he asked, suddenly very
child-like “I doubt it very much, Nathan. If they
did they’d let you know it—you can be sure of
that.” “I’ve tried really hard to be `normal.’ But
I’ve never been able to date seriously—I know they
talk about that.” “Well, what do you expect?
Anyway, I still don’t think they suspect
anything.” We held each other for several minutes,
enjoying the warm afterglow of sex. Finally I
broke the silence. “Nathan, if you’d like to come
by any time, I’d like to see you.” He sat up, his
eyes wide. “You mean it?” I nodded. “Great,” he
smiled. “I’d like that. Will you be home later
tonight? I get off work at nine.” I laughed,
brushing his hair with my hand. “Aren’t you the
horny one!” “Well, now that I have a lover I want
to take advantage of every opportunity!” “Get
dressed, Nathan. I’ll see you after nine.” He
arose, his now flaccid cock hanging beautifully
between his legs. I laid there naked, watching him
cover himself. It was a shame to see such a
beautiful body covered with clothing. I cringed as
I saw his manhood plunge back into those shorts.
What I wouldn’t give to be those shorts right now.
Dressed, Nathan headed for the door. “See you a
little after nine,” he smiled.
At 9:10 p.m. the doorbell rang. I was waiting and
answered the door wearing only my bathrobe. It was
Nathan. “Hi!” he exclaimed as he bounded in the
apartment, obviously eager. “I’m glad you came
back,” I answered and smiled broadly. “I enjoyed
our afternoon `session’ and looked forward to
tonight.” He looked down at the floor, still a
little shy. “Yeah,” he said, almost mumbling. “So
did I.” I opened my arms and he rushed into them.
We embraced and kissed deeply. He was as hot—or
hotter—than he was this afternoon. As our tongues
wrestled, I felt him reach down and pull the tie
on my robe. As it parted, he moved his left hand
down to my crotch and began to fondle me. It
didn’t take me long to get hard under his gentle
caress. Silently, Nathan dropped to his knees and
took me in his mouth. As he sucked my dick, I let
my robe drop to the floor. His blond head bobbed
up and down my shaft and I threw my head back in
ecstasy. Although I had already come once with him
that afternoon and later when I masturbated
thinking about our sex, I felt my balls winding up
for another load. Before I could pump my load, I
pulled away from him. “Let me undress you,
Nathan,” I whispered. He stood and I began to
remove his clothing. He wore the uniform of the
fast-food place where he worked and I first
removed his striped shirt. That familiar boyish
chest sprang out again. I kissed him as I
unbuttoned his pants and pulled down on the
zipper. They slid to the floor. Kneeling, I untied
his tennis shoes and he kicked them off, stepping
out of his pants. With one swift tug I pulled down
on his jockey shorts and they, too, fell to the
floor. Standing, we embraced again. I felt his
semi-erect cock press against my still-wet hard-
on. “Come on,” I whispered. “Let’s go to the
bedroom.” We fell onto my bed, our hands busily
exploring each other’s body. I began to kiss him
starting at the neck and moving down. My tongue
traced a glistening trail down his chest to his
crotch. Soon his pubic hair was matted with my
saliva. “Turn over,” I gasped, “and get on your
knees.” I watched as he did this, and when he
lifted his fine young ass his cheeks parted
exposing the puckered rosebud of his virgin hole.
I buried my face in his butt, licking that
beautiful crack before plunging my tongue into his
hole. Soon his ass was wet and well lubed, and I
made my move. I spread Nathan’s legs slightly and
knelt behind him. “Relax,” I whispered as I rolled
a condom on my quivering sex. “You’ll feel a
little pressure but don’t resist it and it won’t
hurt.” “What are you going to do?” he asked, his
voice dripping with lust. “I’m going to fuck you,
Nathan,” I said as I grabbed my hard rod and
positioned it for the assault. Gently I pushed,
and he slowly yielded to me. I felt the tip of my
cock pass through his anus and into his gut. As I
slid in he instinctively clamped down on my shaft.
“God, Nathan, you do that so well!” I exclaimed.
It was everything I could do not to explode right
there. As I fucked him he gyrated his hips,
seeming to know what would bring me pleasure. “Lie
down flat,” I gasped. And we sank to the bed. I
nuzzled his neck, putting my left hand under him
against his chest and moving my right hand down to
his crotch. As I humped him I played with his
erection and his tits. “Come inside me,” he
gasped, and, with a cry of delight, I obliged,
sending wave after wave of jism into the tip of my
condom. My orgasm was so powerful that I almost
fainted. Although I enjoyed fucking the other boys
I had known, my union with Nathan that evening was
more than just a good fuck—it was almost
spiritual. Finally spent, I pulled out of his warm
hole and rolled over. My now flaccid cock flopped
to the side, glistening with the remains of my
shower of sperm. Nathan turned over and snuggled
up against me. “What’s this?” he asked as he
pulled on my spent condom. It slipped off in his
hand and as he examined it he began to blush. “Oh!
Yeah.” I stroked his face as he played with
himself, rubbing my rubber against his erection.
“It’s important to protect yourself, Nathan,” I
whispered. “Would you like to fuck me?” I asked.
He nodded, his blue eyes filled with lust. I gave
him his own condom and pulled my bed pillows under
my ass, lifting it high enough that he could kneel
between my legs and enter me. After helping Nathan
roll on his latex sleeve, he crawled between my
legs and began to lick my balls. God, could that
boy use his tongue! Soon I felt him sucking my
ass, filling it with his spit. Then he knelt,
ready for his first plunge. I put my legs up on
his shoulders and he pushed his erection against
my hole. It opened to receive him, and as he
slipped inside of me I felt him shudder. Holding
on to my legs, he began his hip thrusts, pounding
in and out. The glazed look on his face told me he
was in his own special nirvana at this point, and
I said nothing but laid there watching him enjoy
fucking me. It wasn’t long until I heard him cry
out and felt the familiar pumping of an engorged
penis releasing its flood of come into the rubber
bubble. Nathan fell forward on top of me, still
pumping his load. He spilled his last few drops
with his head lying on my chest. I ran my hand
through his hair; it was wet with the perspiration
of his exertion. In moments it was over, and I
felt his shrinking cock slip out of me. I pulled
him up beside me, and we laid there several
minutes not talking but just stroking each other.
“God,” he finally said. “I wish I had started
having sex a long time ago. It’s so great.”
“You’ll make up for time lost, I assure you,” I
said. “Can I come over after work every night?” he
asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. “You can come
by any time you want,” I replied. He grinned his
beautiful smile. We showered together, managing to
spill another load each as we jacked each other
off. I had lost track of how many times I came
that day; but it didn’t matter. Nathan made me so
hot I could have come a hundred times. As he got
dressed I thanked my lucky stars that our paths
had crossed.
The next day I was correcting papers in my private
office when there was a knock on the door. “Come
in,” I called out. And the door swung open to
reveal Nathan. He was wearing a striped polo
shirt, jeans, and his ubiquitous running shoes. He
carried a pile of books in one hand, which were
strategically covering his crotch. “Nathan! Hi!
What’s up?” I asked affectionately. He closed the
door and set his books on my desk, revealing the
reason why he carried them so—behind his jeans was
an enormous bulge. “Me,” he answered. “I’ve been
thinking about last night all morning and I’m so
horny I could spit,” he replied. “Well, we need to
take care of that, don’t we!” I smiled. He nodded
and locked the door of my office. Still sitting, I
reached over and pulled him to me. Lifting his
shirt, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans,
and pulled them and his shorts down in one tug.
They crumpled to the floor as his erection popped
out. I gave him a blow job that was even better
than the night before, and it didn’t take long
until his cream flooded down my hungry throat.
When he withdrew from my mouth, his cock flopped
down against his balls. I turned him around and
pushed him down on the desk. Quickly I dropped my
pants and, reaching into my desk, pulled out a
condom and a tube of lubricant. In a few seconds I
had greased his hole and my now-hard covered cock,
and I plunged inside of his familiar boy hole. As
I fucked him I lifted him up. He tilted his head
back against my shoulder, his left arm raised up
behind my head. My assault on his ass hardened him
again, and he jacked off as I fucked. Within
minutes he was spraying another load all over the
floor, which triggered my orgasm. I pumped another
large load into him and, as I finished my job, the
bell rang. “Got to get to class,” he murmured,
bending over to lift up his pants and tuck himself
in. “Do you feel better, Nathan?” I asked, knowing
the answer to my question. He smiled. “Yeah.
Lots.” We fell into a comfortable pattern of sex.
For the next several weeks every morning he would
stop by my office during the break between morning
classes and I would suck him off. Then he’d come
by at lunch and I’d fuck him. After classes in the
afternoon I’d meet him again and let him fuck me.
Then he’d stop by my apartment after work and we’d
make love until we collapsed in each other’s arms
and fell asleep. Although I was in my late
thirties and such frequent sex exhausted me, it
also enlivened me and made me remember what it was
like to be a horny eighteen-year-old. But, as one
would expect, Nathan’s liberation from his
oppressed background soon led him to explore the
possibilities with boys his own age. Eventually he
came by my office and my apartment less and less
and, finally, told me that he had found a “friend”
with whom he was spending his time. It was sad to
lose Nathan to a younger man, but I was content in
the knowledge that he was an experienced lover
because of me and I wished him and his new
boyfriend all the happiness—and lust—in the world.
Now I would have to scope out another freshman.
The End
