The next instalment of my affair with my lecturer Mr West. This was back in the early 80s when I was an 18 year old college student. Mr West was in his 40s and had seduced me and a friend, and I had returned the compliment by hunting him down at college on night. Mr West and I managed to keep our hands off each other during the day, although this was not difficult as, in a busy college, there is never a time or place where when you are on your own! This was the days before mobile phone and the internet and, as i still lived at home, I could not have him call the house, but he did manage to slip me his home phone number so that I could call him from a phone box. Although I did call him a couple of times, I was not confident enough to engage in anything like phonesex, so we just chatted. I was in the Rugby and Swimming teams, so with training several nights a week and matches and competitions at the weekends it was a while before I was able to meet up. I told my everyone at home I was going into the city to meet with friends so that they would not expect me home too soon, and caught the bus. On the ride over I was ridiculously excited, but also scared that this seemed a big step, and going to an older mans house for sex was a leap into the unknown. Arriving slightly early, freshly washed and in my best jeans and shirt I was so nervous and excited that my hands were trembling as I pressed the buzzer and the door unlocked. Climbing the stairs I found Mr. West waiting for me at his open door. He was wearing a white t shirt and blue tracksuit bottoms and a big smile. As soon as we were inside and the door closed he leaned in and kissed me, not with mad passion but gentle tenderness. Then he took me by the hand and led me into the living room. Two glasses of beer were on the coffee tale and as I sat on the sofa he joined me. There was more kissing, and I was bursting to move on to more, but he wanted to talk. He told me he had been watching for me out of his window and was so worried I would not turn up. But now I was here and he wanted us to take our time, to get to know each other. He asked me to tell him more about the men I had tried to flirt with, what I had done with my friend Ian, and what I had been fantasising about. I was quite inexperienced (I had never heard of rimming before our encounter in the music room for example), so I told him of what little I knew, and how I had hoped to be propositioned by older men but never was. How my best friend Ian had wanked me off in his bedroom and how much I had wanted him to go down on me but didn't have the nerve to suggest it. All the talk about sex meant I was flushed with excitement and horny, and I could see from the look in his eyes and the bulge in his bottoms that he was turned on as well. He put his drink down and took my untouched glass off me, looked into my eyes and said something like " You really are very handsome and sexy. I think we should go to bed now and see if we can explore some of your ideas..." With that he led me to the bedroom, where there was a big bed, the sheets turned down. We embraced and began kissing, our tongues exploring each others mouths as we hugged. I was still very inexperienced so he took the lead, pulling my mouth down to him, running his fingers through my hair, his kisses becoming more forceful as one hand ran down my body and at last touched my burning hard cock through my jeans. I groaned with pleasure and with that Mr. West's teasing restraint went out of the window. He broke off from our kiss to pull my shirt off over my head and just as quickly my jeans and boxers were on the floor. He pushed me back onto the bed and, as i flopped back with my rampant cock sticking up like a flagpole he removed my socks and trainers. He then surprised me by asking if he could take a photo of me. I didn’t think about it too much as I was eager for him to have his way with me, so just nodded. He took a polaroid camera off the dresser and snapped a pic. He then asked me to flex my muscles and took another, then another one flexing but also grasping my throbbing cock. Finally he put the camera down and quickly stripped off his clothes. I was pleased to see that he was also rock hard and his cock was stiffly at attention, with the helmet just sticking out of his foreskin. He climbed onto the bed and on top of me, kissing me as our bodies intertwined. his cock was pushed against my thigh and i felt him grinding on me, so i did the same back with my hips. Although I was much bigger and stronger than Mr. West I felt totally helpless and submissive, so when he pulled me over so that I was on top of him I just carried on kissing him. He pushed on my shoulders though, making clear he wanted me lower down. I kissed and tongued my way down his torso as he gasped and began telling me what to do. He told me to use my tongue to explore his crotch, to taste his balls, to open his thighs up wide and kiss and lick everywhere apart from his cock. He smelt of soap and musky sex, and just kissing and tasting him was incredibly hot for me, but being told what to do made it even more thrilling, and I made sure i complied with his every demand. Finally he told me to use my lips and tongue on the shaft of his cock, which I hungrily did. He was gasping and bucking at my touch, and let out a loud groan as my tongue touched his cock at last. He told he to grasp his cock in my fist and pull the foreskin back, before licking up all the juices. As I squeezed I saw a bead of pre cum form and licked at it. He tasted even better than he had in the music room and as soon as he allowed I took him fully into my mouth. He continued to instruct me on how to work his cock with my lips and tongue, using my fist to enhance the action. Although unsure I seemed to find a rhythm and he became even more vocal, gasping out " oh yes..." over and over. After what seemed like a few seconds or hours he reached down and pulled my face from his cock, up to his lips for a fevered kiss. He was very forceful, grasping my head in his hands and forcing his tongue in my mouth, biting and pulling my lower lip before breaking off with a breathless gasp to flip me over onto my back. "I'm going to teach you so much" he told me "I want to do so much with you..do you promise to do everything that I ask you to?" as he knelt between my thighs. Of course I agreed. He told me to open my legs wide before commencing kissing and licking me, tasting my thighs, nuzzling my balls as his tongue explored my crotch. His hands pushed up on my thighs as his lips kissed from my balls towards my arse. I had been masturbating so much thinking about our previous encounter, especially the moment that he used his tongue on my arsehole, and had been hoping that he would repeat it. When he told me to lift my legs with my hands behind my knees to expose myself as much as possible I knew it was going to happen. He paused for a moment and there was a flash as he took another pic before rewarding me with kisses and licks, each touch of his tongue against my tight virgin hole causing me to cry out. After a few moments of this exquisite torture he pulled my arse cheeks wider with his hands and began to push his tongue harder and more urgently against my hole. I was gasping and grunting, so lost in the passion of the moment that I could not have said no to whatever he asked for next. After a time I felt him release his grip on my arse and, after spitting on my hole, his tongue was replaced with a finger. Now so much more powerful and insistent he pushed his way into my hole, even though it was painful and I squirmed. I tried to relax as he had told me and, once his finger was in sure enough the pain reduced and the pleasure increased. He began to move his finger in and out a little as he shifted position and lay beside me, his face over mine. His lips, nose and cheeks were wet with his own saliva as he told me that I was very tight down there, and would need to be opened up gently. He told me I tasted wonderful as he leaned in to kiss me, telling me to suck his tongue. As groan with pleasure at having his tongue in my mouth the thrusting of his finger increased in tempo. After more of this he broke off from our kiss and dropped down to take my cock in his mouth. There was no delicate licking or kissing, he just grasped the shaft and began to fuck me with his mouth. This and the finger he was fucking my arse with in time was too much for me to take for long and soon I was shooting hot spunk into his mouth. As I shot my load he pushed his finger in deep and somehow made my whole body tighten and spasm. I had never experienced anything like it and was shouting out meaningless noises. Only once I was spent did he let my cock out of his mouth and gently pull his finger out of my hole, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of gaping openness. We were both covered in sweat and he moved up to my side to lay next to me. He hesitated a moment but without thinking I moved my head over to him and kissed him deeply. His mouth was still wet with my cum and he seemed to enjoy finding that it didn't repulse me tasting my own juices. Although I was shattered and spent I was very conscious of Mr. West's throbbing cock pressed against my thigh, and as we kissed I reached down to touch him. He gave a little shudder and gasped, before rolling over onto his back. "Finish me, beautiful boy" he said, and I willingly lent down to take him in my mouth again. He stopped me for a moment though, and reached over into the bedside table and got the camera. He rearranged me so that I was sideways to his body, then told me to take his cock in my mouth and look at the camera as I did so. As I took as much of him down as I could the camera flashed. He told me to continue and as I sucked on him he took a couple more pics which were put to one side. After this though his gasps became more vocal and his body tensed. Just as he reached down and grabbed the back of my head his cock seemed to swell and pulse in my mouth just before he shot his first load into me. It was warm and thick, salty, musky and delicious, so without thinking I swallowed. After a moment the hand that was pinning my head down pulled me up, off his cock. He told me to stick out my tongue and took a pic. Then he asked me to rub his now shrinking cock on my face, smearing me with the spunk which still oozed out when I squeezed him. I was happy to comply, and even gave him a broad smile in the next snap. Once spent we went into his bathroom and took a shower together, combining cleaning up and kissing before drying and getting back in bed. The Polaroids he had taken were now developed and i loved seeing myself going down on him, but especially the one of me coated in his cum. We lay in bed, talking about what had happened. He wanted to make sure I was comfortable with everything we had done and especially if I was OK after being finger fucked. I told him I had found it painful but also loved it and certainly didn't want to stop. He looked into my eyes and told me that, if I wanted to make love properly, I would need to be trained and prepared. Did I want that? Of course I said yes and we kissed, which turned passionate and ended up with him wanking me off, shooting my second load of the night onto us both as we rolled together. Before I knew it it was time to get off home, so with a last lingering kiss at the door I rode home, thrilled, tingling and exhausted