I ate the University Stallion

I'm married, I'm 36 years old, I don't work out, but I've been realizing that women tie themselves to my body and I've noticed at the gym that some guys take a walk every once in a while. I work in a university and I deal with hundreds of people every day. And it was in this context that I had an unusual experience for myself. I had never had experience with men, even as a teenager, although I am without prejudice and I always shared the idea that in terms of sex we should do what we like and give pleasure. Still, I've never painted anything different with myself. I always had sex with women and I thought this was really my thing and that sex with men doesn't appeal to me very much. This all came down the drain when a student of mine came to me for a grade, because he had not delivered a job. His name is James, dating a very hot little girl in the class and living surrounded by women all the time. I knew he was the son of a farmer from a nearby town who lived in an apartment with two other classmates. He was a real bastard, always talking whore. When you came to ask for a chance to deliver the job out of date, I asked you for a joke. He, with that dirty smile he always said, “I would do anything, teacher, just ask.” I winded up thinking it was pure mockery and asked: “Anything? Look, there, careful that I can ask for something you are not willing to give...” He then said: “Come on, professor, are you trying to fuck me?” We laughed at the conversation and I ended up releasing your job delivery. I thought it was just a joke. But I noticed that from that day on, the guy came to my office frequently. So I started noticing the guy. He was a boy with brown hair, slightly messy, with green eyes, well-defined body, muscular legs and a well-defined pectoral, in short, a super hot guy that little girls were always sighing about. Since I'm not a fool, I realized he'd gone a little overboard with the talk that day and decided to clean it up. I commented to him that he hadn't yet paid me his promise. He promptly asked what promise. I remembered you said you'd do anything to me if I took your job. He then fired: “But you didn’t ask me for anything, so I don’t owe you anything.” I kind of told him he'd have to give a blowjob. He, without the slightest ceremony, said: “This is not the place. We see it later” and laugh. But I wasn't taking the slightest faith. I thought it was just a joke. But at the end of the afternoon, when I was in the parking lot, already getting in the car, he asked where I was going. When I informed him, he asked me for a ride and I, without drawing anything, offered him a ride. On the way, he asked me if I was up for a beer. It was Friday and I had a good idea. I asked, where could we go? He said he had to stop by the house first. Then I saw that there could be a dirty thing going on. But I didn't have so much secondarity, it could just be in my head. But to wind up, I said: “Okay, we'll come by your house, you pay for the blowjob you owe me and then we'll have a beer”. To my surprise he said, “Okay, but it is not worth coming in my mouth.” We laughed and when we arrived at his house, he went: “Come on, get that dick out and let’s get it over with.” I just asked, “Are you serious?” He already grabbed my dick over my pants and opened the zipper, took it out and started a delicious pacifier. I couldn't believe it, one of the hottest little guys in college, the biggest cat catcher, there, crouching, sucking my dick. I'd never been sucked by another man before, but that blow job was hotter than any blow job I'd ever gotten from women. That was sucking a dick. The kid really knew how to do it. I held my dick like a male with all my hand, and I couldn’t take it with that gentleness that women took and sucked, licked, put it in my face, and still said: “Fuck, bro, what a dick! Delicious! And really, I have a dick that makes an impact. It's seven inches, straight, thick, really nice dick. Guy had a good time with the stick for about 10 minutes. Then, he took a condom out of his backpack, covered my dick, told me to sit on the couch, spat in his hand, licked his ass and sat very slowly on my stick that at this point was harder than ever, pointing to the ceiling. James settled down, made my rod slowly disappear on his ass. Of course he used to carry a stick, because his ass was soft, hot, tighter than pussy, but really good. James slowly went up and down through my prick, moaning and saying dirty things: “Uh! What a stick! Holy shit, what a hot dick! Delicious! Ouch! Fuck, it came, hot stick that!" And he was going up and down on it. There was a time when I'd pull her over and stop, then I'd roll over and then go back up real slow, until her head almost came out, and then she'd come down again. Little by little, his speed was increasing, until soon he was riding my cock, moaning loudly: "Yeah, brother, roll your ass, go, that's it, kick your fucking ass! Go, roll! Me there just hanging out, looking at that macho ass swallowing my dick. The guy was perfect as a body, the legs of a football player, the wide back of a guy who swims, the muscular ass of a male, with a few hairs, and I, at that point, would slap his ass, tell him to fuck hot: “That, boy, climb on that stick, go, that, swallow this cock, so, go, sit on it, go, you little, naughty, roll on that dick, go, if you cocksucker, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!” It was just a bitch in that room. Until he got up, he lay on his back on the couch, spread his legs, his ass out and asked me to put roast chicken in it: “Go, man, put that stick in here, get it hot, fuck, roll my ass, go!” I quickly put it hot on that little guy and he just moaned and asked: “Yeah, brother, get hot, go, get hard, go, I want to feel you all in, go, fuck, kick your ass, fuck, fuck me!” And I was there meddling in him, so that his body even gave those bumping with my strokes, and I was there meddling and looking into his green eyes, and he biting his lips, moaning, talking dirty things, and said, "Go on, man, I'm gonna come, break my ass, go on, get me out of here, not so that I'm gonna come, put it, go, ah! Uh! Fuck yeah! Oh, dicky, man! Whoa! How good it is to come with a stick in your ass!” With your excitement I ended up enjoying it. The thing was so intense that I fell on top of it, with my dick still in it and we stayed for about 15 minutes like this. Until my dick came out voluntarily. He then asked me to take a shower, because his crew could be here any minute. I just said, "Man, you're crazy, I never thought you liked stick." He just said: “What is teacher, what is important is pleasure, no matter how. I'm not gay, I just like to enjoy life. A hot rod from a cool guy like you can’t be missed.” Then we went out for a beer, and I heard he'd been ass-fucking since he was 16, when a cousin of his got him. From there to here, you always find a way to date someone. But you'd rather date married guys like me because you say they're less sticky and that's good for him that you don't want to get involved. But you really like pussy, that dick is only once in a while. From there to here, James and I always had sex. It's never been a blank month. When we can't see each other, at least a hot blow job in the car rolls. On these occasions, he always takes all my milk and leaves the stick all clean. What a bastard that James is.