A Former Student

I mentioned in my story with Tony that I had other mates that I wank off with. Most of those experiences have occurred over the past 8 to 10 years.

One who drove me a bit crazy was Pete. I first noticed him when I had him as a student in my Health and PE classes. Pete was a cute sandy blond guy who was a bean pole and had a bubbly funny personality. He showed good efforts in PE and was also a capable student. Along with a strong respect for each other, we were more like friends. After school, he kept in contact. Then a few years later he made a time to come and see me at the school I worked at. After the general catch up (he was one of my son’s friends as well), he shyly told me that he had a bisexual orientation and wanted to let me know. He said that had always been very kind to him at school. He told me about the rejection he felt from his father when his marriage had split up. I reaffirmed him and told him that he still had me as a friend and to come and see me if he needed to talk further.  

A month or so later, my son had Pete and another friend stay over for the weekend.  The first evening my son and his other mate said they had to play soccer for the local team. Pete told us that he had a headache and he was happy to watch the movie I was watching. The rest of my family were away as well. Pete sat on the lounge next to me. I didn’t think anything of it. I did notice Pete was a bit nervous. I put it down to his headache. He was rubbing his head and asked if he could lie down. I said, “Sure thing do what you need to.” He promptly lay down on the couch and put his head in my lap. I was a bit startled but began to gently rub his head to help relive the headaches while I watched the movie. After a few minutes, he put his hands under his head. My cock and balls were getting a bit of pressure. I spontaneously started to spring a semi erection. Pete’s hands stared to massage my cock and then quickly slipped it out of the leg of my shorts and into his hot moist mouth. I froze. I wasn’t prepared for this. If I was to leap up and reply in the negative way, I am sure it would only have increased his rejection he felt from other men.  

What he was doing was feeling fantastic. He had now slipped his hard cock out of his pants and stroked vigorously.  Soon he quickly spewed a load on the leather couch. He did this while he tried to stuff as much of my cock down his throat as he could. I told him that I would be fine to leave it at that and that he might want to take a shower to clean up. I came along to talk about what he had just done. He stood in the shower with his back to me; he was upset. I washed him down from the back and gently held him, telling him it would be ok. I told him it wasn’t appropriate. I was happy to hug him when he needed but I suggested he get some counselling and pastoral support for the struggle with the rejection and sexual orientation. He seemed much more settled.  

He snuggled under my arm on the couch until the boys came home. We chatted few times and we arranged to meet at the pool one evening. I took Tony along (my foster son) and it was obvious that Pete couldn’t get enough of a look at both of our big cocks. As I was taking Tony home, Pete messaged to say he wanted to catch up and if I could meet him at some tennis courts; those courts were quite secluded in the country. I dropped Tony off and drove to the courts. We parked around the back of the hall. I thought he wanted to talk about what happened on the couch a fortnight earlier.  

He got out of the car, came over, and told me he needed a hug. I held him saying nothing for some time. It was a warm evening and he stripped off his shirt. Then he suddenly stepped back, grabbed my shorts, and pulled them to my knees. He laughed at the shocked look on my face. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked hungrily. I told him that I had sex that afternoon with my wife but he didn’t stop. Again, I was shocked and not sure I wanted to go through with this. I felt trapped. He had his cock out and told me that it would be fine to suck his cock before we got in trouble for staying out late. He pushed my head down towards his hard rod. I started to work on his cock but wasn’t that good. Soon it was evident that Pete was going to come. I felt a warm pulse of his juice squirt into my mouth. I also felt a wave of affection for our friendship. I swallowed as best I could, it actually tasted quite nice.  

I visited Pete in his new flat where he lived with three other mates. He happened to ask me around while they were away. Pete asked if we might have a massage session. That is, me massage him. He loved to have his cock and ass get a good rub.  He was insistent that we should repeat our oral activities. We spent some time doing a 69 but he was much taller than me which made it difficult. He was squirming and bucking as I sucked on his cock like a bouncing lollipop. He grabbed my head and forced it down on is stiff rod; it was only minutes before he was feeding me his hot juice. He pumped and humped his cock into my mouth. I didn’t mind quite so much because he loved it and I liked giving him pleasure. He recovered in 15 minutes and was still hard. He had been sucking me and playing with my cock. So, he asked me to lay on the bed on my back with my head extended over the edge of the bed. In this position, he fed me his cock down my throat. He then climbed on top of me and slowly started to work my rock-hard pecker into his nice hot little hole. I panicked, this was not going where I felt comfortable. We heard a car pull up and had to finish up quickly because his flat mate had arrived home early.  This left me wondering about Pete. It was becoming much more than just wanking friends. I really liked his friendship but felt uncomfortable where things were heading. I told him I wasn’t going to have any fucking sessions with him and I felt that was going too far. That was for my wife only.