First Time Secrets (Vol. 2 - The Party)

by Mason Lee

  “Yes, oh David, I love your mouth…”

  He let out a long sigh and David opened his mouth wide to take him to the root of his cock and gave him his mouth as Dean had given him his ass.

  Working up and down furiously, he sucked Dean harder than the first time and his lips made wet, smacking sounds as he tasted his lover in his throat. He ran his tongue along every bit of him, exploring every ridge, the sweet, lighter pink skin just under his head, his wet slit, all the way down his solid shaft and back up once more. Dean's hands were in his hair and his balls were drawn up close and his thighs were trembling as he fucked David's mouth.

  He yelled and couldn't even form the words. Only desperate sounds escaped his mouth as he pumped and spewed his climax, David sucked him harder to drink every shuddering pulse, his hot lips wrapped snugly around Dean's head to swallow every drop. Dean pushed up one last time to feed him the last bit of cum and then fell back on the mattress, spent and soaked.

  David's tongue lingered on his lover, and when he slipped his mouth off, he continued to kiss every inch of his softening shaft, down to his testicles and then back up his belly. Once he made his way back up to nestle behind Dean on the pillow he sighed deeply. It felt like home here, his hand on Dean's solid chest, feeling his heart pump under his palm, soft kisses on the back of his salty neck, it was where he belonged.

  “That was even better than I imagined,” Dean had pulled the blanket up over them and melted with each caress.

  “I never even imagined that,” David confessed in a hot whisper against his throat.

  “I could tell,” Dean smiled.

  David realized that the young man knew him better than he thought. He explored Dean's body with one hand, the other around his shoulders. He continued touching him all the way down to his cock once more and Dean's dick was still slick from his mouth and the puddle under him was a sticky bit of David's orgasm that had spilled from inside.

  “You're gonna get me hard again,” Dean held David's palm down on his cock and he felt him flutter.

  David kissed him again, a slow, sweet kiss, giving Dean his tongue and letting him taste the cream he'd left behind. When David closed his eyes, sighing into his lover's mouth, a sudden image appeared, burning in his brain.

  The Professor. His eyes, his toothy smile, his lascivious gaze. It was the night of the party and David shuddered as he felt the goose bumps rise on his neck. He shook his head to rid himself of the face. He was here, naked and clinging to the young man he'd just made love with; that was more than enough.

  As he kissed Dean again though, he couldn't shake the vision and he realized that the ache he felt mounting had nothing to do with the boy in his arms and everything to do with his obsession. There was nothing else to do. He had no choice.

  “I have to go soon,” he said as his hands contradicted him and pulled Dean closer.

  “Why?” Dean looked at his face and David was sure he could read more there than David could say.

  “I just have to do something. It shouldn’t take too long and I’ll be back.”

  He couldn't look back at his lover.

  “Okay,” Dean moved up on his elbows and the disappointment was clear on his face but he stroked David's cheek tenderly and kissed his forehead before swinging his legs over the bed, “Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked as he started reaching for his pants.

  David felt the guilt reach up and squeeze tightly and he quickly reached for the wide shoulders and then down his washboard abs as he lied and murmured, “No, I just forgot that I had said I'd be somewhere,” as he heard the words he couldn't believe he was saying them. “I loved every minute of tonight,” he added.

  “So, I'll see you...” Dean was waiting for him to fill in the blanks, a date. “Tomorrow?”

  “Definitely.”

  David felt even worse since it had been so easy. Once his lover was gone though, the shame faded fast and the erection returned.

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  He rang the bell but he doubted that anyone would hear because the bass music was thudding so loud that everything pulsed. He knocked and still nothing. He turned the handle and the door creaked open. The music greeted him like a slap to the face. Once inside, David looked for a familiar face and saw young men lying on couches, standing in dim corners with their hands on someone else's skin. There was a beautiful boy sliding to his knees in front of a stocky man and David quickly turned his head, embarrassed and turned on simultaneously, as the boy burrowed his head against the man's crotch.

  Professor Kaufman was nowhere to be found and David made his way quietly through the bodies and smiled shyly at strange faces that stared openly at him. He'd never seen so many young, apparently gay men in one place and he had never been to a party where he knew no one. Not being naturally outgoing and talkative, he felt the pressure in his chest and wondered if he were about to have a panic attack right here, in front of everyone.

  Just then, a hand was on the small of his back and David froze. He didn't have to turn around; somehow he knew who would be touching him like that.

  “David, I'm glad you're here.”

  Professor Kaufman's voice was unmistakable and his tone was low and his breath was touching his ear. David trembled and hoped that the man hadn't felt him, so weak and full of want.

  “Oh, hi,” David tried to catch his breath, turning and drinking in the sight of the man that had been the source of his wet dreams since they had met.

  His shirt was open to the center of his chest and David studied every inch. From the glistening, black hair to the muscular lines of his shoulders. David looked down to his crotch and noticed immediately the outline of the thick cock that lie there in wait.

  “How are you?” David couldn't think of anything else he could say that didn't include begging.

  “I am wonderful, sexy boy,” he took hold of David's wrist with his free hand, his cocktail in the other, “It's you I'm worried about. Come on,” he pulled him in the other direction, “I can't hear you in here.”

  David followed willingly. The feel of the man's strong hand on his hot skin was going to be his undoing and they made their way down the hall and into another room lined with books, a couch and two chairs at the center, an unused fireplace in the corner. When the Professor closed the door, it was as if the music had disappeared.

  “Sit,” he pointed towards the couch and David immediately flashed back to the last time he found himself on a couch with the dark-haired man and he felt the hair rise on his arms at the same time that his cock lurched in his pants. He felt the Professor's thigh alongside his own and his powerful arm around his small shoulders as he continued.

  “I'm worried about you. You’re desperately pining away for me, aren't you?”

  David felt as if he were the lowly serpent and the snake charmer had him in his sights. He could only stare into his dark eyes that shone with something too hot for comfort, but he couldn't back away. He felt himself shaking his head no but didn't really know what he was answering.

  “Come on, David, don't be shy,” the hot breath was on his neck again and David swallowed hard, knowing what would come next. “I can see how you look at me, all wide-eyed and innocent,” the Professor's mouth was only an inch away, “it's an incredible tease.”

  With that, his lips were on David's and the kiss was unlike Dean's at all. Nothing sweet or tender. It was rough, full of pure lust, and his mouth was opened and the Professor's tongue needed no encouragement or permission to delve deep inside. It was scorching and wet all at the same time and all David could do was accept more. The moan he heard was his own as the Professor sucked on his tongue, drawing him in and past the point of reason.

  He felt the man's hands quickly on him now, his fingers exploring the rest of him as his tongue explored his mouth. David's shirt was unbuttoned and then one hand was slipping to his crotch and found his dick at full attention. Professor Kaufman broke the kiss to murmur seductively, “There's that beautiful cock,” and D
avid felt him open his pants and the wide hand could hold every inch of him firmly over his wet underwear.

  “You are so close to cumming already, David,” the man said, gripping his erection tighter, “you would cum so well if I was inside your tight, little hole.”

  It was an assumption and David knew it was correct. He also knew that he did not want to say no.

  “Pull it out for me,” Professor Kaufman instructed him and, once again, no matter what his brain screamed at him, he did as he was told.

  “That's it, beautiful.”

  He had his hand on his jolting cock again and skin-to-skin contact was infinitely better than through the material of his shorts. David looked down and watched the Professor jerk down and then back up, the liquid desire dribbling in a steady stream from his tiny slit and running to wet the Professor's hand. After another tug or two, the man gave him his next direction.

  “Turn around, David, knees on the couch,” and David found himself, bare assed, cheeks up, hands gripping the top of the sofa, exposing himself to the man who controlled his daydreams and now his dick.

  The noise the Professor made could only be a growl, the call of the animal who had just cornered its prey and, without removing his hand, he moved behind David and with his left hand, stroked up his cheek, watching David tremble with every touch.

  “Such a temptation,” he murmured and David was unsure if he meant for himself or for David, but he stopped thinking altogether when the man slid his wide, wet finger inside David's tight hole.

  David cried out with an unknown pleasure and spread his legs and pushed his bottom up for more.

  “Yes, you do want that, so much,” the man's voice buzzed in the background.

  Nothing else mattered but the penetration and caress. David's cock oozed precum and puddled below and he ached for more. The man must have known every thought that flitted across his brain because he felt him pull hard on his cock at the same time that he pushed his finger deeper inside. David said yes a hundred times, but heard nothing. He was a mass of sensations and every nerve was on fire.

  “David, I'm going to make you mine, right now.”

  The finger was moving back and forth to the same tempo as the hand that had taken his cock and now it was pressing on his prostate and David was begging, meeting the finger's every movement, sliding back to take more and more.

  Then the finger and the hand were gone and he heard a wet noise and felt a long globule of something wet run down his shivering crack. The man had spit on his asshole and it dripped to his balls, and now two fingers worked in, stretching him deeper and much wider than the first time.

  “Oh God, yes, fuck me,” David was pleading and moving and the need inside him had grown to consume him. He couldn't wait one more minute and he turned his head to look the Professor in the eye and asked him to take it all.

  The man behind him wasn't the Professor. David made a surprised gasp and turned his head back and forth to find the man, when he saw the Professor standing off to the side, observing as Miles, the boyfriend, fingered David's tight, little hole. He appeared amused, still hunting. It was as if he were watching his cub take the first bite.

  “No, wait,” David scooted out of reach and heard the loud, sucking noise as the flesh left him. “What are you doing?” he asked both men as well as himself.

  “David, David, calm down,” Professor Kaufman tried to reassure him, “Miles just wanted to have a little fun. You know, jilted lover and all.”

  David saw the look that Miles gave the man, angry, almost pained.

  “He's just reminiscing,” Professor Kaufman said as he came closer and watched David slide down to a sitting position on the couch, “and doing his job so that he can get you ready for me.”

  He didn't know how it had happened but his clothes were back on and it was as if something else were moving him, soundless, faster than he'd ever moved before, out of the room and down the hall, back to the crowd and quickly through them.

  In fact, it wasn't until David was back in his room, sitting on his bed, listening to his pulse throb in his ears that he began to understand what had just happened at all. Clearly the Professor liked his bedroom games. The darker, the better. David wasn’t sure if he was feeling anger, shock…or lust. A part of him wanted to run away from it all – from campus, from this city, from the Professor. But an even bigger part of him wanted to go back. To see where things would take him. To finally experience the Professor fully, in all his glory.

  David knew, no matter which direction he chose, he was in for some big surprises.

  To be continued…

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