The main difference between the sex JP and I used to have and the one we've been having during the past year is that now, sometimes, we actually "make love" if I can say so. We are two grown man having sex. He doesn't even bother when I have chest, armpits and pubic hair as long as it's trimmed. He still demands that my ass and asshole be bare which is okay with me.
This time, when he took me in front of my wife, I ended up riding his cock while he was sitting on a chair. Something we would do extremely rarely when we first met, more than a decade ago. He likes it because it makes him feel like we're doing something deviant and perverted, having me "behaving like a woman" as he puts it. We also kiss a lot more, profusely actually, which almost never happened before. I've always known he enjoyed fucking me and he always knew I enjoyed it as well but he was he only one allowed to really say it. I was mentioned I liked it and he said it was gross for a boy like me to talk about it. I could take pleasure but I was expected to keep it to myself even if the whole goal of his "mission" back when I was 18, was to show me how to give and take pleasure. At that time we would express that pleasure during the act by moaning and talking but never outside of sex. He would never send dirty messages or say anything lewd, nothing that would make me or anyone else believe he was seeking these encounters or doing anything else than his duty.
He also made it very clear that we were both straight guys.
At that time, I would send him a message every time I was planning on coming back to my hometown and we would set a time and a date for what he called "a visit" the way we would have done it with a doctor's assistant. He's always been extremely punctual. We would meet in my bedroom or his, sometime in deserted public spaces when he felt like it. He would first have me undress completely, at that point I was always expected to be fully soft but I was always hard. He would smirk and tell me I was a perv, insinuating that I liked our "appointements" way more than I should. Then he would feel my balls, to "check if there's anything wrong" and comment on my shaving that should always be taken care of. Even now that I'm married and therefore entitle to have body hair, he gives me pointers on how to trim and shave while still leaving some, first because a man is supposed to have hair (according to him) and also because pubes enhance pleasure while penetrating someone (which is true, except that he ever ever let me penetrate him but expects me to penetrate other people, especially my wife virgin boys, as any man should according to him). Then he would check my hole and sometimes eat it and finger it. He would finally move on to the main "lesson of the day" when there was one. He taught me how to blow a dick, how to jerk off as well (on him, not on me, because I wasn't allowed to), how to prep for anal and twelve different positions. We also worked a lot on finding my G-spot. He also expected me to be very vocal with how I felt. At first I was rather shy, then little by little I became loud and talkative. First he had to give me incentive, asked me questions like "how does it feel", "do you like that dick?". He also taught me a whole list of rules for "sexual etiquette" that are not compulsory at all but really turn me on. It turns me on to abide by them and it turns me on to violate them from time to time. It was never said out loud but I'm sure that's their main purpose : turning people on. Here are some of them :
- When with an older man, the younger one gets fully undressed first, then it's up to the older one to decide whether he wants to keep his clothes on or just pull his dick out and fuck with his clothes on.
- That's of course unless the older guy asks the younger one to undress him.
- Never ejaculate in another hole than your wives'.
- Make sure no one ejaculates in you.
- The older man doesn't do blowjobs.
- All ejaculations must be hands free (pull out and handsfree cum by flexing for tops, and prostatic orgasm for bottoms).
- The top can come as many times as he wants as long as the bottom comes at least once.
- When sharing a partner (man or woman) with other dudes, do not stick your dick in a hole that's already sullied by someone else's cum.
- When sharing a girl with other dudes, the official boyfriend or husband is the only one getting the pussy. If there's none, the oldest one can claim the pussy just for himself.
Now that I have orgies more often than ever, I realised everyone around me knows these rules. As I already wrote in a previous post, JP was introduced to me by my father who simply told me that, if I wanted to, JP would teach me all I needed to know about sex in a practical manner. Dad was doing the same with JP's elder son who's my age. My two older brothers also had a "JP" to initiate them. We talked about it once, during lockdown. My older brother's mentor was a 40 year old guy named H that I've met several times without ever knowing about their special bond. My brother is almost forty himself now and H almost 70 but they did keep on having sex from time to time for several decades. My second brother also kept on having encounters with his mentor for years.
JP has also gone wiser with time. He now acknowledges that he might be bisexual although he always says "I don't like fucking men, I just like fucking you" which is sweet. He's never had sex with anyone that had hair on their body besides me. He doesn't consider his young shaved apprentices like men so for him he was straight as long as he stuck to sex with those teens. Yet, I'm over 30, married and covered with hair, so he had to adapt his narrative, especially given the "perverted sexual practices" (these are his words) we now regularly do.
It all came very gradually. The first "disgusting thing" (hid words again) he did to me was touching my cock. It was on the first encounter we had after my wedding. We hadn't had sex for a while since I was very busy and also, you guessed it, growing all my body hair back to be ready for my wedding night. It was a shock to him to show me this way but he knew I did not invite him just to drink scotch in my living room. I was naked at home, he had his clothes on. I offered to help him get undressed, the same way I did the first ever time he fucked me. I had kept all the reflexes of a 15 year old boy who gets taught, not knowing he had tossed part of his "mentors" ways away on the day of my wedding. The first indicator of that was the fact that he was already hard, not even trying to hide his lust and excitement. I was hard to, but that wasn't knew, I've never been able to be that nice boy he would have liked me to be. I started getting on my knees to suck his dick but he pulled me back up and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. I tried to slide a hand to make a buffer around my cock so that his belly wouldn't come in contact with it but he took me by both wrists, spread my arms wide and pushed then against the wall before kissing me. That first willing contact between my cock and him in over 15 years of "relationship" felt so good I came, on the spot, like a pubescent virgin on his first time. I sprayed my cum in the heat and sweat of both our bodies, my hard cock compressed between our hard sets of abs, with my moans muffled by his kisses. Then he flipped me against a window and fucked me standing, he was obviously very horny and going at it like a prisoner, with just a load of spit as lubricant. His hands were all over my chest, he was commenting "Shit, you're so manly!", then his hands went down to my hairy stomach and he said "Fuck, you got abs now, that's so sexy". Then he caressed my pubes and, like a knee jerk reaction, I tried to take his hand away from around my cock, as if I was still protecting my virginity, forgetting I had already lost it on my wedding night a few weeks before. "That's okay!" he whispered whilst firmly taking my hand away. They he went further south and cupped my balls in his palm saying "So big and so heavy! And look at that rod!", He firmly took a grip of my penis and started jerking motions on the few centimetres of skin that can still more, at the base.
Married or not married, he wasn't supposed to do that. After fifteen years without jerking that cock, I wasn't comfortable wit the kind of pleasure it gives me, so I told him to stop jacking off my dick to which he replied "You call that jacking off? That's a real man's cock, it's too tight, you can't jack it off!" and then he added "Shit, you're twice the man I am down there!".
"You're gonna make me come!" I said out of breath.
He let go of my cock, pounded me harder and harder until I finished nutting on the window through which anyone could have seen me getting fucked. When I was done, noticing I was still hard, he spat in his hand and started rubbing my glans that was almost purple and ultra sensitive at this point, making me scream and shake like a raging bull, I yelled "Shit it hurts!". "Should I stop?" he asked. "Keep doing it!" I yelled again. Thirty seconds later he flipped me so I faced him, holding my glans in the palm of his hand, he ejaculated handsfree on it, aiming perfectly so that every drop fell on my helmet and covered it in steaming hot creamy jiz that then ran to the palm of hi had, moaning and saying "Shit, look at that!". "That's sick!" I said in a lustful voice, not even believing he would ever nut on my cock. And when he got on his knees and gulped my glans and all the nut it had on it, I couldn't help but calling him a perv, "That's how real men fuck", was his answer between two mouthfuls of my cock.
This time, when he took me in front of my wife, I ended up riding his cock while he was sitting on a chair. Something we would do extremely rarely when we first met, more than a decade ago. He likes it because it makes him feel like we're doing something deviant and perverted, having me "behaving like a woman" as he puts it. We also kiss a lot more, profusely actually, which almost never happened before. I've always known he enjoyed fucking me and he always knew I enjoyed it as well but he was he only one allowed to really say it. I was mentioned I liked it and he said it was gross for a boy like me to talk about it. I could take pleasure but I was expected to keep it to myself even if the whole goal of his "mission" back when I was 18, was to show me how to give and take pleasure. At that time we would express that pleasure during the act by moaning and talking but never outside of sex. He would never send dirty messages or say anything lewd, nothing that would make me or anyone else believe he was seeking these encounters or doing anything else than his duty.
He also made it very clear that we were both straight guys.
At that time, I would send him a message every time I was planning on coming back to my hometown and we would set a time and a date for what he called "a visit" the way we would have done it with a doctor's assistant. He's always been extremely punctual. We would meet in my bedroom or his, sometime in deserted public spaces when he felt like it. He would first have me undress completely, at that point I was always expected to be fully soft but I was always hard. He would smirk and tell me I was a perv, insinuating that I liked our "appointements" way more than I should. Then he would feel my balls, to "check if there's anything wrong" and comment on my shaving that should always be taken care of. Even now that I'm married and therefore entitle to have body hair, he gives me pointers on how to trim and shave while still leaving some, first because a man is supposed to have hair (according to him) and also because pubes enhance pleasure while penetrating someone (which is true, except that he ever ever let me penetrate him but expects me to penetrate other people, especially my wife virgin boys, as any man should according to him). Then he would check my hole and sometimes eat it and finger it. He would finally move on to the main "lesson of the day" when there was one. He taught me how to blow a dick, how to jerk off as well (on him, not on me, because I wasn't allowed to), how to prep for anal and twelve different positions. We also worked a lot on finding my G-spot. He also expected me to be very vocal with how I felt. At first I was rather shy, then little by little I became loud and talkative. First he had to give me incentive, asked me questions like "how does it feel", "do you like that dick?". He also taught me a whole list of rules for "sexual etiquette" that are not compulsory at all but really turn me on. It turns me on to abide by them and it turns me on to violate them from time to time. It was never said out loud but I'm sure that's their main purpose : turning people on. Here are some of them :
- When with an older man, the younger one gets fully undressed first, then it's up to the older one to decide whether he wants to keep his clothes on or just pull his dick out and fuck with his clothes on.
- That's of course unless the older guy asks the younger one to undress him.
- Never ejaculate in another hole than your wives'.
- Make sure no one ejaculates in you.
- The older man doesn't do blowjobs.
- All ejaculations must be hands free (pull out and handsfree cum by flexing for tops, and prostatic orgasm for bottoms).
- The top can come as many times as he wants as long as the bottom comes at least once.
- When sharing a partner (man or woman) with other dudes, do not stick your dick in a hole that's already sullied by someone else's cum.
- When sharing a girl with other dudes, the official boyfriend or husband is the only one getting the pussy. If there's none, the oldest one can claim the pussy just for himself.
Now that I have orgies more often than ever, I realised everyone around me knows these rules. As I already wrote in a previous post, JP was introduced to me by my father who simply told me that, if I wanted to, JP would teach me all I needed to know about sex in a practical manner. Dad was doing the same with JP's elder son who's my age. My two older brothers also had a "JP" to initiate them. We talked about it once, during lockdown. My older brother's mentor was a 40 year old guy named H that I've met several times without ever knowing about their special bond. My brother is almost forty himself now and H almost 70 but they did keep on having sex from time to time for several decades. My second brother also kept on having encounters with his mentor for years.
JP has also gone wiser with time. He now acknowledges that he might be bisexual although he always says "I don't like fucking men, I just like fucking you" which is sweet. He's never had sex with anyone that had hair on their body besides me. He doesn't consider his young shaved apprentices like men so for him he was straight as long as he stuck to sex with those teens. Yet, I'm over 30, married and covered with hair, so he had to adapt his narrative, especially given the "perverted sexual practices" (these are his words) we now regularly do.
It all came very gradually. The first "disgusting thing" (hid words again) he did to me was touching my cock. It was on the first encounter we had after my wedding. We hadn't had sex for a while since I was very busy and also, you guessed it, growing all my body hair back to be ready for my wedding night. It was a shock to him to show me this way but he knew I did not invite him just to drink scotch in my living room. I was naked at home, he had his clothes on. I offered to help him get undressed, the same way I did the first ever time he fucked me. I had kept all the reflexes of a 15 year old boy who gets taught, not knowing he had tossed part of his "mentors" ways away on the day of my wedding. The first indicator of that was the fact that he was already hard, not even trying to hide his lust and excitement. I was hard to, but that wasn't knew, I've never been able to be that nice boy he would have liked me to be. I started getting on my knees to suck his dick but he pulled me back up and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. I tried to slide a hand to make a buffer around my cock so that his belly wouldn't come in contact with it but he took me by both wrists, spread my arms wide and pushed then against the wall before kissing me. That first willing contact between my cock and him in over 15 years of "relationship" felt so good I came, on the spot, like a pubescent virgin on his first time. I sprayed my cum in the heat and sweat of both our bodies, my hard cock compressed between our hard sets of abs, with my moans muffled by his kisses. Then he flipped me against a window and fucked me standing, he was obviously very horny and going at it like a prisoner, with just a load of spit as lubricant. His hands were all over my chest, he was commenting "Shit, you're so manly!", then his hands went down to my hairy stomach and he said "Fuck, you got abs now, that's so sexy". Then he caressed my pubes and, like a knee jerk reaction, I tried to take his hand away from around my cock, as if I was still protecting my virginity, forgetting I had already lost it on my wedding night a few weeks before. "That's okay!" he whispered whilst firmly taking my hand away. They he went further south and cupped my balls in his palm saying "So big and so heavy! And look at that rod!", He firmly took a grip of my penis and started jerking motions on the few centimetres of skin that can still more, at the base.
Married or not married, he wasn't supposed to do that. After fifteen years without jerking that cock, I wasn't comfortable wit the kind of pleasure it gives me, so I told him to stop jacking off my dick to which he replied "You call that jacking off? That's a real man's cock, it's too tight, you can't jack it off!" and then he added "Shit, you're twice the man I am down there!".
"You're gonna make me come!" I said out of breath.
He let go of my cock, pounded me harder and harder until I finished nutting on the window through which anyone could have seen me getting fucked. When I was done, noticing I was still hard, he spat in his hand and started rubbing my glans that was almost purple and ultra sensitive at this point, making me scream and shake like a raging bull, I yelled "Shit it hurts!". "Should I stop?" he asked. "Keep doing it!" I yelled again. Thirty seconds later he flipped me so I faced him, holding my glans in the palm of his hand, he ejaculated handsfree on it, aiming perfectly so that every drop fell on my helmet and covered it in steaming hot creamy jiz that then ran to the palm of hi had, moaning and saying "Shit, look at that!". "That's sick!" I said in a lustful voice, not even believing he would ever nut on my cock. And when he got on his knees and gulped my glans and all the nut it had on it, I couldn't help but calling him a perv, "That's how real men fuck", was his answer between two mouthfuls of my cock.