I have already written about my first experience with another man, back in the 80’s when I was 18 at college. This was with my then best mate Ian (also 18) whilst we were in his room on our own. Nothing too full on but as a joke he had touched my cock and this had led to him wanking me off that night and on several occasions since. I had always had a thing for older women but now my masturbatory fantasies became almost always about gay sex, and especially older men. The thought of being seduced or, better yet, jumped on by a mature man or men was so thrilling that I began looking for signs everywhere and anywhere that men around me might be gay. Remember this was before the internet and mobile phones, and I didn’t know about cruising and cottaging. At 18 I was my full 6’5” tall, good looking (I can now say without modesty after almost 40 years) and, thanks to rugby and swimming training I was in what I would subsequently discover was the best shape of my life. I had started to attract some interest from girls at college and women, but now I really was not interested as I was obsessed with men. One of our lecturers (we can call him Mr. West, as that is nothing like his real name) was in his 40’s, average height (so quite a bit shorter than me), slim with dark black hair that he wore quite long and favoured polo necks. crucially he was also a little camp, so I assumed therefore that he was gay. Spending time in the same room as what I believed was a gay man was so horny and yet frustrating for me. On more than one occasion during our lectures I developed an erection as my imagination wandered, wondering what it would be like if he was kissing me or touching me. I decided to try and find out if he was in any way interested in me by doing my best to spend a little time with him after our lectures. I tried hanging back a few times to ask some questions, and did my best to try and position myself to show off my package by either standing next to him with my crotch at more or less eye level, or by perching myself on a desk so that my trousers were pulled tight. As I was invariably horny the display was helped by my cock being at least semi hard, and the trousers I used to wear were the stretch material that was so popular back then. He was, sadly always totally professional, but also very chatty and never in any hurry to get rid of me. This meant I got to know him a bit better which was nice but also frustrating, as I was as horny as hell and desperate for him to make a move or even let slip a word or look that would give me the confidence to do something. All that happened however was that I ended up frustratedly wanking myself off in the toilets afterwards (although on one occasion helped by my mate Ian when he noticed my stiff cock). after a few weeks of this Mr. West caught up with me in a corridor and asked if I was interested in bowling? He was always doing after college clubs and activities, and one of them was 10 pin bowling in Nottingham. It seemed that a couple of regulars had dropped out and as they were short he immediately thought of me. I said yes in a flash and volunteered Ian as well! A few nights later Ian and I rode the bus into the city and walked to the bowling alley. I had no idea if this was an innocent invite or not, but I was determined to try and make as good an impression on Mr West as possible, so had had a bath, used my best aftershave and wore what I hoped were clothes that showed off my body the best. All in all I was feeling very excited and nervous, although I really could not have cared less about bowling, as I had never had a go before and had no idea what to do. Apart from Ian I didn’t know the others very well, but Mr West in civilian mode was so friendly with everyone that I was able to relax a little. I didn’t really need to put my plans to try flirting into practice, as Mr West made a point of saying that he was going to look after Ian and I because we were newbies to the game. He therefore spent quite a lot of the evening with just us two explaining the rules and showing us how to hold the ball, aim etc. as well as laughing and chatting away. I was enjoying being this close to him and getting so much attention so was in a state of heightened arousal those whole time, helped because he was much more tactile than at college. Many times he put his hand on my arm, shoulder or back when laughing at something or to emphasise a point, which generated a tingle of excitement in my head and my crotch. At one point he came up close behind me to show me the correct stance, and put his hands on my hips and leaned into me to position my body and show me how to use my legs in the swing. The combination of his hands on me and his body brushing lightly against my arse made my heart beat speed up and my cock swell alarmingly. It took all my concentration and effort to hide the obvious indication of how turned on I was before anyone spotted it! At the end of the session we all swapped back into our own shoes and everyone set off. I felt that I had certainly made an impression on Mr West but had no idea how I was going to take this anywhere, so started to leave with Ian. As we reached the exit Mr West fell into step with us and asked if we were getting a picked up. When we told him we were getting the bus he offered us a lift home in his car. He told us to wait and he went and brought the car to the exit, where we both jumped in. I was in the front seat and Ian was behind Mr. West. Being tall I was squashed in and needed to move the seat back but could not find the lever. Very casually Mr West just reached across between my legs and pulled the release for me, pressing his forearm on my thigh as he did so. I had been horny all night, and now, sitting close enough to Mr West to smell his aftershave and feeling him against my inner thigh, only an inch or two from my crotch, I was almost trembling with excitement. Any hopes I had of keeping my cock under control were gone as it swelled in a second until it was uncomfortable, trapped inside my suddenly too-tight jeans. I thought it seemed like he took a bit longer than necessary finding the seat release, but I did not mind in the slightest and wondered again if he was actually getting a thrill touching me. As I didn’t know if I was reading the situation well or not, I just kept my arms folded over my lap to hide the bulge where my throbbing cock was straining for release as we pulled away. At this point Mr West asked if we were in a hurry to get back? It was still quite early and a warm night, so if we liked we could all get a beer? We both said yes, and I assumed he was going to head to a pub, but instead he suggested that, as his flat was on the route back to our town way we could go there, if that was OK? His flat was on the top floor of a Victorian terrace, and just as you would expect for an academic, books were everywhere apart from a large leather sofa in the middle of the room where we were directed to sit. Getting out of the car and walking up the stairs with a raging boner had been tricky and uncomfortable, and I was conscious of my cock being squeezed deliciously with every step I climbed. It didn’t help that I was now sure that Mr West was up to something, as his flat was certainly not on the route back to our town, and he seemed a bit excited and flushed. As Mr. West went off to the kitchen to get our drinks I took the opportunity to reach into my jeans to try and adjust my throbbing prick and relieve some of the pressure. Ian, sitting only a few inches away took this in with an interested stare and moved his hands to show me that there was also a noticeable bulge in his jeans as well. Just then Mr West came in with three glasses which he put on the coffee table in front of us before going to sit in an armchair. We chatted for a few minutes as we sipped our drinks with him leading the conversation. We got onto hobbies and he told us how he was interested in photography and music. When I told him how I was into competition swimming, and Ian and I played rugby and trained in the gym together he latched on to this straight away, and said it was obvious we were very fit because of our muscular bodies. He said he liked how broad and defined my shoulders were, and how good our legs looked in our tight jeans. Even in my nervous and unsure state of mind it was now obvious that this was pretty heavy flirting and he was coming on to us. Oddly this actually made me feel a little less anxious, but it also meant that my sexual tension and hormones was going off the scale! Mr West asked me to flex my bicep and when I obliged he came over to feel it. He squeezed it but then kept his hand there, stroking my bare skin whilst asking Ian to do the same. Whilst still touching me he used his other hand to squeeze Ian’s arm as well. There was nothing being said at this moment. I was conscious of the sound of Mr West's breathing, which had become slightly louder and more breathy. The feeling of his fingers on my skin was intense and amplified by the sight of him fondling Ian’s impressive muscles with equal obvious pleasure. It was probably only seconds but they seemed to stretch out so that I was aware of every sound and sensation. I was so fixated on this incredibly sensuous, sexually charged situation that I was hardly aware that, with my other hand, I had unconsciously adjusted my poor trapped cock to ease it a little. As soon as I did this Mr. West seemed to break off from his purring enjoyment of our arms and looked down at my hand and the obvious tight bulge I was stroking. I hoped for a moment that he would reach down and touch me there, but instead he broke off and quickly went behind the sofa, telling us he had something we would like. He came back with a small film projector which he put on the coffee table, pointing at the wall in front of us. It was plugged in and, after drawing the curtains and turning the lights out he clicked it on and stood behind us. It became clear very quickly that this was a porn film. In those days before the internet the only porn I had ever seen were girlie mags like Playboy, and some more graphic ones which had done the rounds. I had never seen any hardcore though which it was quickly clear this was, as a wealthy woman took her chauffeured car to a garage, where she was stripped and fucked by 4 mechanics and the driver. Although it was straight porn there were a lot of closeups of the guy's huge, glistening cocks as they played with them before she took over, sucking, licking and wanking them all in moments. My cock was fit to burst by now so when Mr West, standing near to us in the dark told us we ought to take our trousers off I was up with my jeans and boxers round my ankles in seconds. Finally my throbbing cock was free and sprang out at right angle to my body, already wet with pre-cum. After a slight hesitation Ian followed me and I got a proper look at his manhood for the first time. He was not as big as me but still a good size and to my surprise circumcised, just like the guys in the porn movie. With our cocks finally free we sat down and, all inhibitions gone now in the moment, our thighs were pressed against each other as we spread our legs and began wanking ourselves. Ian was staring at my cock with that hungry stare and I thought was about to reach out to take over, but then Mr West came round and stood between us. He told us we would be more comfortable without our jeans so, kneeling down, he undid our trainers and pulled our jeans and boxers off. Once we were free and able to spread our legs properly he remained kneeling between us, looking at our rock hard cocks, before batting our hands away and taking a prick in each fist. His fingers on my hot, throbbing shaft was like nothing I had ever felt before. I gasped, moaned and twitched from the first touch and Ian was the same. Unlike Ian's hard and fast wanking Mr West really knew what he was doing, taking his time to stroke our shafts, cup and squeeze our balls and rub our juice soaked helmets with his thumbs. I was scared I was going to cum too quickly, even more so when he finally grasped our shafts and began to wank us both. Ian was just as turned on and, I realised had grasped my arm and was squeezing tightly, his thigh now hard against mine. Mr West was telling us how beautiful our cocks were, and how he wanted to taste them like the woman was in the film. He lowered his head and kissed my thigh, moving up to my groin, pulling my cock to one side to kiss and suck on my balls. I was gasping for breath and hardly able to speak, just managing to say “yes....please...”. Thankfully he finally worked his lips and tongue up my shaft and, after licking all around my soaking helmet, took me into his mouth. It was the first time I had been sucked and it was better than anything I could have imagined. He again did not rush, but took me deep into his mouth before pulling me all way out, making a loud slurping as he teased the end of my cock with his lips. This was nearly too much for me and I was sure I was going to cum, but just then he turned his attention to Ian. He did the same kissing and nuzzling of Ian's thighs and crotch, but after licking his balls Ian suddenly stopped him, saying he just wanted to watch. Mr West said that was fine and let go of Ian's cock. I didn’t mind in the slightest as this meant that he now gave me his full attention. Mr West now moved in between my thighs, spreading me wider and, after using his tongue to taste the crease of my crotch he resumed going down on me. Although I wanted to hold back the combination of his mouth sucking my prick and his hands on my thighs, balls and shaft meant I could not control myself, and then I heard a groan from Ian and just looked over in time to see him shoot a thick stream of cum onto his stomach and t shirt. This was too much for me and seconds later I was also cumming hard into Mr West's mouth. The orgasm was more intense than any I had ever had before anyway, but the feeling of my cock being surrounded by my own warm cum in his mouth, and then the sounds and sensation of him swallowing my load was even more intense. He kept me clamped in his mouth and once my orgasm had subsided, he used his mouth and hand to work my cock to get every last drop of cum. Once we were finished Mr West led us to the bathroom to clean up, both still naked from the waist down. My legs were weak and and I felt lightheaded, wobbly and elated. Ian was still a little red faced and getting his breath back as we washed together in the sink. We didn't say anything to each other so just trooped back into the lounge. The projector was off and lights back on and, as we dressed there was the unmistakable aroma of cum in the room. I was not sure what was going to happen now but Mr West took charge, getting our things together and taking us back out to his car for the ride back home. In the car Ian and I didn’t say much, but Mr West just kept telling us how good that had been, how good we were and how glad he was that we had enjoyed it. He was clear though that we could not mention this to anyone, as fraternising with students was frowned upon and he would be in serious trouble if it came out. He however knew we were decent lads and he trusted us totally. We dropped Ian off at the end of his road, and then followed my direction towards my house. As we got near we drove alongside the local park and, just before we reached my road he pulled into the car park and turned the engine off. Turning to me he began to ask me how I felt, was I OK, did I think Ian was OK? It was clear that he was genuinely concerned but also I suspected still turned on and attracted to me, as he stroked my face and arm as he spoke. I began to talk and suddenly I could not shut up, the words tumbling out as I told him how I had been feeling, about Ian wanking me off, my fantasising about older men and trying without success to get gay men to hit on me and, finally, how I had been fantasising about him and trying to get him to notice me. He listened in the dark, not saying much but just stroking me, until at some point he took my hand, pulling it to his crotch. I could feel that he had an erection and, with his encouragement was able to unzip his trousers and pull his prick out. He was very hard and uncut and, as I grasped his shaft and pulled his foreskin back I found that he was also very wet with pre-cum. I didn't need any encouragement to start playing with him and he responded with gasps and groans of his own. In between moans of pleasure he encouraged me to carry on telling him about my fantasies and what Ian and I had done. AsI told him about Ian wanking me off in the toilets after his lecture he let out a load groan and, as his hips jerked, shot his load, shooting a ribbon of white cum onto his top. I stopped wanking him and squeezed his prick as a 2nd spurt came this time dribbling down onto my hand. His head was pushed back against the headrest and eyes closed as his cock softened in my grasp, but as he opened his eyes and saw me looking at his face he lunged across to grab the back of my head and pulled me in for a raw, passionate kiss. I didn't really have time to think as his tongue was in my mouth, his breath hot and still scented with my cum, so I just surrendered to the moment. We sat in that sex scented car for a while longer, kissing and talking. He told me that he had admired me for a while and was always thrilled when I stayed behind to chat. He also said that he had noticed one time that my cock was obviously hard during one of these chats and from then on he had tried to check me out whenever he got the chance without anyone knowing. However it was only when he noticed once, when I I thought he was not looking, I had adjusted myself to make the bulge of my cock more obvious that he was sure I was trying to come on to him. Finally the night had to end and he dropped me off at the end of my street, leaving me to try and clear my head and come down from the incredible high I was on. That night in bed I replayed every moment, trying to savour every touch, sound and smell, but also wishing that I had been brave enough to do more. The next day Ian and I talked. He was a bit sheepish but admitted how turned on he was to watch us but that he didn’t know if he liked the idea of an older man touching him. More importantly though he wasnervous about what it might mean for him if we got caught so, he didn’t want to repeat the experience. I on the other hand was certain that this was exactly what I wanted, and now I knew how much Mr West liked me, needed to figure out how I was going to get the same and much more.