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About 3 months ago, I met a very nice young man at a sporting event. Attending a swimming tournament at a local university, I was seated alone - near, but not next to - others in the crowd. As the swim competition began, a handsome young man walked up the stairs in the risers, and sat in front of me. I thought nothing of it.
As the first competition was under way, I heard the young man (Donald, but he goes by Donnie) mutter under his breath something like "Fuck, if only I hadn't pulled my hammy!" I leaned toward him, and said "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your comment. Were you supposed to be competing today?" The young man turned red, and apologized - but, I assured him it was fine. I then said, "Would you like to talk about it?"
It was as though sunlight appeared on his face, as he nodded. I introduced myself to him, and he told me his name. I suggested he come sit next to me, so he didn't have to crane his neck to speak with me. As he seated himself, I mentioned I was going to get a beverage, and asked if he'd like one, too. He nodded, and off I went.
Upon return, I looked up and saw him smiling as I approached. It was a lovely thing to see - this young man of 20, and me way past my tender years. I handed him a drink, and we began to chat as the swimming events went on. He indicated he'd learned to swim at age 3, and couldn't stay out of the water from that point on. He spoke of being well-coached, and that he competed at the school level, as well as in a league of private swim clubs. It sounded as though he was very accomplished.
As he spoke, it seemed he had a lot to say, and likely had no one with whom he could "unload." I showed great interest, as I've long admired student athletes. We eventually spoke of his injury that benched him, and I could see a tear in his eye. I tried to console him, and placed my hand on his thigh. He smiled, and nudged a bit closer to me on the bench. I smiled - he returned the smile. I felt something akin to electricity between us.
Since he was away from home to attend the university, he had few friends. He admitted being a bit of an introvert - and not popular with the mainstream student body. I assured him it was natural, as few young people understand the passion he feels for swimming. I listened far more than I spoke - giving him the floor to release his emotion. As he paused, and blushed, I leaned closely to him and whispered, "You're going to be just fine. Take your time, and be who you wish to be!" He immediately touched my thigh, as I'd been touching his. That suggested he was responding.
We enjoyed the competition, with him telling me the rules of performing and scoring, and the like. After it was over, I asked him if he'd like to catch some dinner and tell me more about swimming. It was a test, of sorts, to see if he was thinking beyond the pool. As it turned out, during dinner, he stood tall (metaphorically speaking) and said, "I have been thinking about you saying 'be who you wish to be! Well, I've been attracted to men for several years - like my swim coaches. I didn't know what to do with it! Do you know anything about guys being attracted to guys?"
This is what I was wondering would happen. He opened up, very freely. I reached out and took one of his hands in mine. I murmured to him, "I've been bisexual since age 14, and I love the opportunity to discuss and practice guy:guy play!" He blushed, again. I squeezed his hand and smiled again - but, not like I'd been smiling in a friendly way at the pool. It was a knowing smile, and I squeezed his hand again. He made no attempt to pull away.
With that, I got up to use a restroom. Upon returning, I intentionally sat next to him in the booth. I rested my hand on the inside of his thigh - and slid it up toward his cock. He tensed yet again. I leaned over, again, and said "Stop me if this is not what you wish!" He exhaled deeply, like a long sigh, and simply smiled.
I called for the check, and we left the restaurant. I asked him if he would like a ride to his dorm. He nodded, and said, "My dorm mate is gone for the weekend." I smiled again, leaned over to him, and stroked his cheek with my hand. I stared into his eyes, longingly and deeply. I then tipped his chin upward and gently kissed him on the mouth. "Yes, we'll go to your dorm!"
We quickly arrived at his dorm, and entered the suite. Closing and securing the door, I turned to him - and he hugged me long and hard. "No one ever listens to me - or cares about my swimming, except my parents!" I pushed him back enough to make eye contact, and said, "I care very deeply about your school, your swimming, and you!" I then pulled him closely and delivered a deep soul kiss. It seemed he didn't know what to do, as his arms remained at his sides. I reached for his hands, and pulled them to my waist. I pulled him more closely, and planted another soul kiss on his soft, sweet mouth.
From that point, it was a gentle - delicate encounter. I held him, kissed him, began to softly caress him. He responded with tremors, but did not tell me to stop. I asked him what he wanted to do - simply talk, or be affectionate. He said, "Teach me how to love my sexual desires!" I nodded, and took him to his bed.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and had him stand before me. I began to undress him. One piece of clothing after another fell to the floor, until his body was fully exposed. I was astounded and pleased that he was lean and hairless - seemed so innocent. I pulled him gently to me, and began to nibble on his chest and belly. Donnie is small, about 5'5", and quite slender - as swimmers tend to be. He was trembling as I bathed his front with wet kisses and licks. I noticed his cock began to stiffen and grow. As soon as he was "standing at attention," I caressed his ball sack, pulled up a bit, so his stiffened soldier was positioned for disappearing into my wet, wanting mouth.
I sucked his cock and fondled his ball sack gently, but deliberately. He was still standing - I was still sitting. It was a delight to hear his throaty moans. I used my tongue with all the talent I'd amassed over the decades, as well as my lips and teeth. He got totally hard, and his cock was angled up nicely. His cock, when erect, is about 6" long - and thin. Mine, on the other hand, is about 5.5" and thickens like a great sausage. His remains pretty straight; mine curves upward. I was developing a massive hard-on, but this was about him - and how he would react to guy:guy engagement.
When I got a sense he was about to cum, I would pause. He seemed to like that a few times, but after that - when I paused - he said, "Don't stop!" He wanted to orgasm, and it was beautiful. I pulled my hand away from his ball sack, held onto his hips, and focused solely on his hard member. I heard him grunt a bit, then moan. He released his load into my waiting, thirsty mouth. I savored every drop, thrilled that I was his first.
His knees weakened, as though he was about to fall on the floor. I guided him to the bed, laid him down, and cuddled with him. We spoke private things, and I stroked him about his face. We actually fell asleep, and it was delightful.
That was 2 months ago. We now connect at least once a week. Our time together is meaningful and thrilling, and our shared sexual repertoire has expanded greatly. Donnie loves it when I suggest new things to try - he's a very willing subject for me to mentor. He's just finished his 2nd year of school, so we have at least 2 more years of possibilities. Of course, we'll never be a couple - we've spoken of that. He is content to be well-schooled by a mature man who is sensitive to his needs and desires, and he knows he'll move on, as do I.
Donnie is a lovely young man, and I feel very strongly about him as a human being, and as a lover.
As the first competition was under way, I heard the young man (Donald, but he goes by Donnie) mutter under his breath something like "Fuck, if only I hadn't pulled my hammy!" I leaned toward him, and said "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your comment. Were you supposed to be competing today?" The young man turned red, and apologized - but, I assured him it was fine. I then said, "Would you like to talk about it?"
It was as though sunlight appeared on his face, as he nodded. I introduced myself to him, and he told me his name. I suggested he come sit next to me, so he didn't have to crane his neck to speak with me. As he seated himself, I mentioned I was going to get a beverage, and asked if he'd like one, too. He nodded, and off I went.
Upon return, I looked up and saw him smiling as I approached. It was a lovely thing to see - this young man of 20, and me way past my tender years. I handed him a drink, and we began to chat as the swimming events went on. He indicated he'd learned to swim at age 3, and couldn't stay out of the water from that point on. He spoke of being well-coached, and that he competed at the school level, as well as in a league of private swim clubs. It sounded as though he was very accomplished.
As he spoke, it seemed he had a lot to say, and likely had no one with whom he could "unload." I showed great interest, as I've long admired student athletes. We eventually spoke of his injury that benched him, and I could see a tear in his eye. I tried to console him, and placed my hand on his thigh. He smiled, and nudged a bit closer to me on the bench. I smiled - he returned the smile. I felt something akin to electricity between us.
Since he was away from home to attend the university, he had few friends. He admitted being a bit of an introvert - and not popular with the mainstream student body. I assured him it was natural, as few young people understand the passion he feels for swimming. I listened far more than I spoke - giving him the floor to release his emotion. As he paused, and blushed, I leaned closely to him and whispered, "You're going to be just fine. Take your time, and be who you wish to be!" He immediately touched my thigh, as I'd been touching his. That suggested he was responding.
We enjoyed the competition, with him telling me the rules of performing and scoring, and the like. After it was over, I asked him if he'd like to catch some dinner and tell me more about swimming. It was a test, of sorts, to see if he was thinking beyond the pool. As it turned out, during dinner, he stood tall (metaphorically speaking) and said, "I have been thinking about you saying 'be who you wish to be! Well, I've been attracted to men for several years - like my swim coaches. I didn't know what to do with it! Do you know anything about guys being attracted to guys?"
This is what I was wondering would happen. He opened up, very freely. I reached out and took one of his hands in mine. I murmured to him, "I've been bisexual since age 14, and I love the opportunity to discuss and practice guy:guy play!" He blushed, again. I squeezed his hand and smiled again - but, not like I'd been smiling in a friendly way at the pool. It was a knowing smile, and I squeezed his hand again. He made no attempt to pull away.
With that, I got up to use a restroom. Upon returning, I intentionally sat next to him in the booth. I rested my hand on the inside of his thigh - and slid it up toward his cock. He tensed yet again. I leaned over, again, and said "Stop me if this is not what you wish!" He exhaled deeply, like a long sigh, and simply smiled.
I called for the check, and we left the restaurant. I asked him if he would like a ride to his dorm. He nodded, and said, "My dorm mate is gone for the weekend." I smiled again, leaned over to him, and stroked his cheek with my hand. I stared into his eyes, longingly and deeply. I then tipped his chin upward and gently kissed him on the mouth. "Yes, we'll go to your dorm!"
We quickly arrived at his dorm, and entered the suite. Closing and securing the door, I turned to him - and he hugged me long and hard. "No one ever listens to me - or cares about my swimming, except my parents!" I pushed him back enough to make eye contact, and said, "I care very deeply about your school, your swimming, and you!" I then pulled him closely and delivered a deep soul kiss. It seemed he didn't know what to do, as his arms remained at his sides. I reached for his hands, and pulled them to my waist. I pulled him more closely, and planted another soul kiss on his soft, sweet mouth.
From that point, it was a gentle - delicate encounter. I held him, kissed him, began to softly caress him. He responded with tremors, but did not tell me to stop. I asked him what he wanted to do - simply talk, or be affectionate. He said, "Teach me how to love my sexual desires!" I nodded, and took him to his bed.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and had him stand before me. I began to undress him. One piece of clothing after another fell to the floor, until his body was fully exposed. I was astounded and pleased that he was lean and hairless - seemed so innocent. I pulled him gently to me, and began to nibble on his chest and belly. Donnie is small, about 5'5", and quite slender - as swimmers tend to be. He was trembling as I bathed his front with wet kisses and licks. I noticed his cock began to stiffen and grow. As soon as he was "standing at attention," I caressed his ball sack, pulled up a bit, so his stiffened soldier was positioned for disappearing into my wet, wanting mouth.
I sucked his cock and fondled his ball sack gently, but deliberately. He was still standing - I was still sitting. It was a delight to hear his throaty moans. I used my tongue with all the talent I'd amassed over the decades, as well as my lips and teeth. He got totally hard, and his cock was angled up nicely. His cock, when erect, is about 6" long - and thin. Mine, on the other hand, is about 5.5" and thickens like a great sausage. His remains pretty straight; mine curves upward. I was developing a massive hard-on, but this was about him - and how he would react to guy:guy engagement.
When I got a sense he was about to cum, I would pause. He seemed to like that a few times, but after that - when I paused - he said, "Don't stop!" He wanted to orgasm, and it was beautiful. I pulled my hand away from his ball sack, held onto his hips, and focused solely on his hard member. I heard him grunt a bit, then moan. He released his load into my waiting, thirsty mouth. I savored every drop, thrilled that I was his first.
His knees weakened, as though he was about to fall on the floor. I guided him to the bed, laid him down, and cuddled with him. We spoke private things, and I stroked him about his face. We actually fell asleep, and it was delightful.
That was 2 months ago. We now connect at least once a week. Our time together is meaningful and thrilling, and our shared sexual repertoire has expanded greatly. Donnie loves it when I suggest new things to try - he's a very willing subject for me to mentor. He's just finished his 2nd year of school, so we have at least 2 more years of possibilities. Of course, we'll never be a couple - we've spoken of that. He is content to be well-schooled by a mature man who is sensitive to his needs and desires, and he knows he'll move on, as do I.
Donnie is a lovely young man, and I feel very strongly about him as a human being, and as a lover.
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