This is the 3rd part of my experiences hooking up with an older man back in 1980. It took place when I was 18 and at college, and Mr West was one of my lecturers. Ian was my 18 year old best mate and fellow rugby and gym devotee. After having an amazing night with Mr. West and Ian we did exchanged glances when I had his classes, and I was almost trembling with lust throughout each lecture. With other students or lecturers around though, plus the pressure of my timetable there was never the opportunity to hang back and speak to him alone, and as this was in the days before mobile phones and the internet there was no easy way to get a message to him. Ian had told me he had found it really strange and horny to be there watching, but he was worried about getting caught, so wasn’t interested in risking a repeat. I however was desperate for it again and more, so figured I needed to create my own opportunity. Monday evening was rugby training, and I knew Mr. West also did an after-college music club at the same night. After training therefore I helped put all the kit away and took my time getting undressed, so that I was only just getting in the showers as everyone else was coming out. With the showers to myself I was able to make sure everywhere was thoroughly clean, and the attention I paid to soaping my cock and anticipation of what I had planned was enough to give me a raging erection which I had to be careful to hide when I came out and grabbed my towel. Fortunately almost everyone was gone or going, so I was able to dress alone and manage to distract myself enough to reduce my rock hard cock to a semi. On impulse I decided to leave my boxers off, so that my prick was nicely displayed through the tight tracksuit bottoms I was wearing. The coach arrived at this point to lock up and hurried me out, as he wanted to lock the sports hall up and go home. Clutching my training bag in front of me to hide the bulge I followed him out through the hall but, as we got to the outer door, I told him that I had left my jumper in the changing room and had to go all the way back to fetch it. I knew he always wanted to get straight off so would not want to wait for me, so I suggested he could lock up and I would just go the long way through the main building to go out via the main entrance. Thankfully he agreed and went off. I made my way back into the changing rooms and waited a minute or two. Once I was sure the coast was clear, with my boxers in my backpack and my cock pressing against my tracksuit bottoms I went out into the main building and through the empty corridors to the music block. When I got there though I thought I was too late as all the music rooms were in darkness and, when I checked, locked up for the night. To say I was bitterly disappointed is a huge understatement and my cock started to soften as I turned to walk away, fuming about missing my chance. Just as I reached the exit though I heard a door open and, turning round, saw Mr West coming out of the the store room at the far end of the corridor, flicking the light off behind him and locking the door. He obviously didn’t expect anyone to be there at that time of night so was a little startled when he first saw this figure, but when he realised it was me a smile spread across his face and he began walking over. Now that I had actually succeeded to finding him alone I was rooted to the spot with nerves, and suddenly my mouth was as dry as a desert. As he drew close he said ”Hello, I didn’t think I would see you here tonight, what a lovely surprise”. in a slightly wobbly voice I told him that I had been to rugby practice, and he said he could see that I had been in the showers by my wet hair. As he spoke he moved close to me and, touching my arm lightly in a way that sent electric shocks around my body, leant forward and told me how nice I smelt, so clean and fresh. Already my cock was now back to fully hard and throbbing with excitement, and this only intensified when he leaned in and ran his nose gently along my neck to sniff my scent in. Instinctively I tilted my head to the side and he responded by kissing my neck lightly, making me groan in pleasure. His arms encircled me as the kisses on my neck became kisses on my mouth, then his tongue in mine. He moved his hand to the back of my head, pulling me in as the kissing became even more passionate, and as our lips and tongues mashed together my throbbing, rock hard cock was squeezed against his body. He must have felt this, as he broke off from our kissing and looked down at where my prick was tenting out, a small dark patch over the head showing just how wet I was already. Without another word he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the music room door, which he opened with clumsy fingers before pulling me in and locking the door after us. Once in there he kept the lights off, but there was some illumination coming in from outside to keep it from total darkness. He wasted no time in pouncing on me to resume our kissing, pushing me up against the lecturers desk with the force of his passion. In between kisses, he pulled my tee shirt off and I managed to wriggle my bottoms down enough so that they fell to the floor around my ankles. My cock, now free and wet with my juices was crushed against his body as we kissed, leaving slimy trails of my juice on his clothes. As his hands roamed and squeezed all over my body he breathlessly told me how much he had been thinking about me, how much he had wanted me, and I managed to splutter out I had been the same. Finally he broke off for a moment and started to strip. I took the opportunity to untangle my trackie bottoms from my trainers and pulled them off along with the shoes and socks so that I was finally naked. He stared at me, telling me in that same breathless voice how good I looked, as he pulled off his jumper, shoes, socks and trousers. Lastly, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and paused a moment, teasing me before finally pulling them all the way down and off. In the dim light I had my first look at a mans naked body. He was slim, not toned but in decent shape. He had no body hair and his pubes were neatly trimmed but as black as his hair. My attention was of course grabbed by his cock, which was as hard as mine and, now he was standing up rather than seated, looked bigger than I remembered from wanking him in the car. I had very little to compare it to other than my own and those I had seen in his porn movie, but it seemed quite slim with a nice pink helmet. He was playing with himself as I admired the view and I could see that he was already very turned on. I only had a moment to take all this in as he pulled me close and recommenced kissing, with his hands all over me, touching my nipples, across my back, feeling my bum, pulling me hard against him so that our cocks actually rubbed against each other. My hands were inexpertly doing the same, marveling at the feel of his warm skin under my fingers and pressed against me. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck and then kissed their way down my body, stopping to lick and bite my nipples which drove me crazy with lust. Once he had finished with my nipples he continued down until he was kneeling and taking my cock in his mouth. It was even more intense than the first time, and I was unable to keep quiet as he sucked me, using his lips and tongue on my shaft, helmet and balls, bringing me to the edge several times. As he sucked me, I had to hang onto the edge of the desk to keep from falling over as my legs were trembling so much. Just as I was sure I was going to cum he released my prick from his mouth, making me gasp, and stood, kissing his way back to my mouth until our tongues mashed together. As we kissed he put both hands on my face, but a moment later slid them to my shoulders and started to push me down. I knew what he wanted and I had been thinking of little else since sitting in his car and cursing myself for not trying then. This time I was ready and as I knelt, his wet cock brushed my cheek. His groan of pleasure was encouragement enough for me and a second later I touched my lips to his helmet, kissing it and touching with my tongue at the same time. He had kept one hand on top of my head and now, as he held me in place, he pushed forward until suddenly his cock was in my mouth and his hips were making little thrusts. His cock tasted salty, musky and warm. The sensation was incredibly sexy and had I not had both hands on his hips the temptation to wank off there and then would have been impossible to avoid. As it was I did what I thought was best, trying to rub my tongue against his glans and suck hard as he fucked my mouth. I had no idea if this was good or not but he was soon grunting and suddenly pulled out of my mouth as a stream of white cum shot out and landed on my chin and chest. Another followed and I was mesmerised at the sight of more oozing out from his slit, only inches from my face. My head was buzzing as the smell of his cum filled my nostrils and, as he gripped his shaft and squeezed out more drops I involuntarily opened my mouth and licked my lips. it. He seemed to take this as a signal and, still with his hand on my head, pulled my lips onto his cum covered cock. At the first touch he groaned deeply and pushed his cook into my mouth and telling me in a husky voice to “suck” I had on occasion experimented by tasting my own cum so knew that it was not unpleasant, but was surprised at how warm it was and that his seemed sweeter somehow. After a first taste and with his encouragement I sucked him as he softened, and was surprised how much more cum there still was coming out. When asked I turned my head sideways so that he could see his cock in my mouth, and then he told me to open and show him my cum coated tongue and lips. “ Swallow everything” he told me which I did and showed him again, before putting him back in my mouth to suck up any last drops from his now flaccid cock, to his obvious pleasure. Mr. West then pulled me up, kissed me more roughly and passionately than ever, biting my lips and pulling on them with his teeth as he wrapped his hand around my hard cock. Without another word, he sank to his knees and sucked me, pulling on my balls, the pain making my pleasure even more heightened. I had been on the edge of cumming anyway, so it only took a moment before I shot my load, thrusting into his mouth as he drank greedily. As I got my breath back, he continued to milk the last of my cum before letting me go, and I expected him to stand up. Instead he turned me round, telling me to remain standing but lie across the desk. I complied and he began running his hands up the inside of my thighs, pulling them wider until I was as far as I could go and still remain in my feet. Then I felt his hands part my arse cheeks. I was not sure what was going to happen but knew I wanted to do whatever he wanted, and so was tensed ready to feel his cock push against my virgin hole. Instead though I felt his stubble on my arse and his kisses, with lips, tongue and teeth working their way across my cheeks until, with a wet tingling, sensation I realised it was his tongue licking me, the tip pushing against my hole. I had no idea anyone did such a thing but the feeling was intense and horny and I began gasping and moaning. Encouraged, his licking and pushing became more forceful and without knowing it, I began to push back against his face. The sucking and squelching noises stopped and suddenly there was a feeling of pressure, then pain as I felt stretched. I gasped but Mr. West told me to relax, breathe and just let my body go limp. I did as best I could as he stood and massaged the small of my back until, after more pressure and pain I felt an amazing sensation as something entered me. After a few moments the pain subsided, and the pleasure grew as he began to push in and out, fucking me in some way and spitting on my arse to keep me lubricated. Even though I had already cum, my cock was getting hard again and I was trying to reach down to wank myself. He realised this and pulled me up and turned me round, still keeping whatever it was inside me. As I looked down I discovered he had his index finger in me, and was pushing in and out. He batted my hand away and took my cock in his mouth again, and as his finger fucked my virgin arse, he sucked me until I came a second time in 15 minutes. Again he swallowed whatever I was able to produce, and only after I had begun to soften did he let me go, sliding his finger out of my arse as he did so. As I shouted out he quieted my cry with his mouth, and we stood kissing for an age. Eventually we dressed and walked out of the music block together. As we walked, he told me he had not wanted to try anything until I had given him a sign that I wanted it. He also amazed me by saying that he had been approached by Ian the day afterwards but he had put him off as it was me he wanted. I told him that I had thought of nothing else, and wanted to see him as often as we could. He smiled and we stopped for a further kiss, and he agreed that I was what he wanted as well, but we needed to meet away from college so that there was less risk, and we could take our time. This was the start of three years together, during which he introduced me to many amazing people and experiences. Mr. West had a wide circle of gay friends who were part of a local scene and welcomed the new piece of meat in the market! Once Mr. West realised how eager and willing I was to try everything, we began my education. There were lots of wonderful times when it was just the two of us making love in his bed which I remember fondly, but would be nothing special when written down. I did however dive into the swinging scene with him and his friends, and so have a whole variety of other experiences, involving other men, couples and groups of all ages, interests and perversions which will, I hope be much more interesting for you, so will add them here shortly.