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This story’s a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It’s not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do.



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At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn’t going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women. However in the beginning the main reason for being in the closet was that I was both shy and inexperienced and certainly not ready to go on the prowl openly. Also male sex took more trust than fucking a female, because I wanted to receive as well as give. Thus I had problems figuring out how to meet guys and hook up for sex.



I didn’t want to hit on other students, mainly because college was my best source for fucking girls, so I feared to be labeled as gay. Nor did I at first dare go to the gay bars that I knew existed in Copenhagen. And I was even more wary about pick up spots like public toilets, seedy cinemas, Ørstedsparken, and other areas rumored to be meeting places for homos. But Copenhagen was (and still is) a relaxed city concerning sexual orientation, and there’re also bars where both straight and gay people can go. So I gradually got used to flirting with both girls and guys, but nothing else happened.



Finally I worked up my courage to visit a gay bar/club, telling myself that I would just look and flirt. My vanity was gratified by the number of men who hit on me, as I stood by the bar clutching my beer. I indulged in some dancing and mutual groping, but avoided going any further. Perhaps due to the fact that my first experiences with male sex had been outstanding, I’d gotten rather picky, but in any case I wasn’t really tempted. Maybe because most of the men who approached me, were a lot older, and the young guys I looked at mostly ignored me.



In the end I just stood morosely at the bar, trying to figure out why I was out of luck. Gradually, I became aware that one of the bartenders was having a discussion with an older guy, in between serving customers. I managed to join the conversation which centered on how to find good fitness centers. The guy at the bar certainly looked as if he worked out regularly, even if he was slim and toned rather than bulky. He was tanned, with short, dark-and-grey hair, a handsome profile and a firm mouth. His smile and the expression in his cool grey-blue eyes sent small tinkles up and down my spine.



In spite of him being double my age and my worry about being picked up in a gay bar, I still flirted a tiny bit and expected him to hit on me. But much to my surprise and chagrin he did no such thing, even if he certainly checked me out more than once. On the other hand he stayed next to me and we kept talking, as much as was possible over the noise. Yet when the bar closed, I had to go home alone and make do with a dildo and my very vivid memories of Mark and Michael. While trying to ignore and argue with the inner voice of my insecurity mocking me.



“Maybe he’s not into younger guys, or he’s in a relationship, or he might not even be gay.” My nasty friend told me that he more likely didn’t find me attractive, and I probably wasn’t as irresistible as I thought. Maybe I should have been more explicit in my flirting, but somehow I had the feeling that it wouldn’t have helped, and I’m usually quite good at reading these signals. Oh well, time to stop worrying about it, I told myself, but it was annoyingly difficult to desist thinking about those appraising grey-blue orbs and classical profile.



A couple of days later, I was at the gym where I worked out thrice a week, and as I was setting up one of the machines, someone spoke to me from behind. I turned around and almost gasped as I looked into a familiar pair of coolly amused eyes. My gut clenched and I was rendered speechless as I tried to conceal my surprise and excitement at seeing the handsome man from the bar. He seemed oblivious and just asked for my help in setting up the machine opposite mine, and I did my best. Even if I kept being distracted by his presence and alternately flushing hotly and shivering with a nervous chill when we touched accidentally.



My mouth was completely dry by the time he thanked me for my help. I returned to my own machine and began going through my set of exercises. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn’t help stealing glances. His fit body was well displayed in some expensive but very tasteful gym clothes that hugged his torso, arms and legs in flattering ways. Luckily my own clothes were baggy, because my dick started to get hard whenever I’d ogled him for too long. He ignored me completely, but I still had the feeling that he was perfectly aware of my interest. Finally, my torture was over and I made my way out of the room to get some water from the cooler in the corridor.



As I finished my second cup, I felt a presence behind me and the hairs on my neck rose. “You were quite right, this is a very nice place to train. I think I’ll consider getting a membership.” The words were accompanied by a firm hand travelling from my shoulder down to my ass, which received a quick squeeze on one cheek. I turned my head in shock and his sly grin made it clear that he knew very well who I was and where he’d met me. His voice was like dark velvet against my neck: “So tell me, how’s the café across the street? Is it worth going there for a meal afterwards?”



I managed to mumble “Ehm yeah, I often have a bit to eat there, if I don’t feel like cooking a meal later.” He nodded and went back to the gym after having a drink of water. I’d almost finished my own training, and I decided to skip the rest. There was no way I could concentrate with my dick throbbing against my stomach and demanding that I get this man’s attention. After a cold rinse and then a long hot shower I got dressed and went across the street. I bought some food and a Carlsberg and sat down at a table which was in a convenient corner where I could see the entrance. I tried to read my book, but was distracted every time the café door opened.



Finally, my handsome acquaintance arrived, and I immediately buried my face in the book, trying to pretend that I was completely engrossed. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how he let his gaze roam casually around the café as he waited in the queue. Seemingly quite by chance he walked in my direction with his tray and when he got close, I looked up. “Do you mind if I sit here?” His voice was calm, relaxed and made the butterflies in my gut go crazy. I just shook my head and he sat down. When he’d finished eating, he leaned back, surveyed our surroundings and (like I had) concluded no one could overhear us.



While he’d been ignoring me, I had tried to act unconcerned and relaxed, finishing the last of my beer and keeping my eyes to myself. But the moment his gaze returned to me and he caught my eyes and smiled, I felt hot, slightly woozy and incapable of hiding my interest. I admired his control of the situation, when he introduced himself and started a conversation with a natural poise and casualness. His name was Erik and he worked in the advertising and modelling business. Within a short time he’d extracted my name, what I did and other general information.



“Have you ever considered making money to supplement your study grant by working as a model, Anders? You’re slim and fit, with almost perfect body proportions. Combined with your classically handsome face, blue eyes and cute blond curls, you’re sure to be a hit.” Before I had time to utter more than a bashful mumble, Erik leaned forward, gave me his killer smile and continued in a lower voice: “But as you’ve probably guessed, I’m also interested in your body for another reason. How do you feel about that, Anders?” At the same time his hand landed on my thigh and rubbed it gently, hidden below the table.



As always in such moments I lost my ability to utter a single word, and I flushed bright red and stared at the beer glass in front of me. After a couple of deep breaths I forced myself to look up at Erik and whisper: “Sounds good, ’cause I feel the same way.” He nodded with a pleased expression and asked whether I was busy that night. When I shook my head, he discreetly placed a card on the table next to my tray.



“Come to this address at 8 o’clock tonight and let’s continue our discussion then.” With those words he got up, took his tray to the proper counter and left, still completely calm and nonchalant as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I, on the other hand, had to stay put for a while, before I felt collected enough to leave the café. And I was still shaken and slightly frightened from the encounter, and I kept speculating about what I had gotten into. But it never crossed my mind not to go.



I made sure to prepare myself including a long, thorough shower and spending time to select some clothes that was neither too sexy nor too nice and bland. I finally decided to wear tight jeans over very small bikini briefs, and a deep blue shirt with a soft leather waistcoat on top. I took a bus and walked the last part, rather than use my bike, just in case. A few minutes after 8 pm I range the bell on the door phone to Erik’s apartment as indicated by his card. He let me in and I walked up the stairs to his fifth floor apartment at the top of the building.



As I arrived at his door, which was slightly open, I stood outside it for a few seconds, gathering my courage. Then I entered and closed the door behind me, hearing the lock engage. Erik came out of a door further along the corridor and walked towards me with a smile on his face. “Hi there, Anders. Good to see you. What would you like to drink?” He had a glass of red wine in his hand, so I told him that wine would be fine for me too. I took off my coat and shoes and left them by the door, before I followed Erik to his living room. There was low music, and the dimmed lights contributed to a relaxed atmosphere.



I sat down at one end of his couch and when Erik had poured me a glass of wine, he sat down at the other end. While we drank the very nice red wine, he calmly enquired about my experiences with and preferences about male sex. He accepted my declaration of being bisexual without questioning it and seemed pleased that I’d already had male sex several times. He nodded when I told him that I liked sucking cock but not getting cum in my mouth. At his gentle prodding, I admitted that I enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, and with a blush confirmed that I’d prepared for this activity.



His reply confused me: “I very rarely bottom, Anders. But in any case I have the feeling that what you need right now is a good top.” I just looked at him and my lack of understanding must have been evident, because he explained. “In gay sex the bottom is the receiving guy, the one to be fucked. But it can also mean the submissive partner in a relationship. A top is the one who penetrates, the dominant male in charge of providing pleasure if you like.” His smile was full of promise, as he inched closer, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.



I was unable to move or speak; he reached out and took the wine glass from my shaking hand and placed it on the table. His fingers ran up my arm and tangled in my blond curls, as he leant closer and whispered in my ear. “I can assure you that I’m a very experienced and attentive top, Anders.” A million butterflies seemed to take off in my gut and I bit my lip to avoid moaning. Erik took hold of my chin and made me look at him, his grey-blue eyes were kind but determined.



“I’m very eager to take you to bed and enjoy that sexy body, so this is your last chance to back out, min dreng.” Oh yeah, I wanted to be his boy, to submit to Erik. I answered the only way I could — by leaning forward to kiss him. Before I knew it, his hand held the back of my neck in a firm grip and the other pulled me into him, as he possessed my lips. I’d never been kissed like that. It felt wonderful to have my mouth ravished. Erik was exactly as brilliant at making out, as I’d hoped.



Small, lusty sounds escaped our mouths, while our lips and tongues chased each other. My hands caressed his neck and shoulders, and the hard muscles under my fingers made me want to get him naked. Erik withdrew after a final deep kiss, stood up and took my hand. He pulled me up and even though he was just a bit taller than me, his personality and attitude made me feel small and submissive. Eric led me into his bedroom across the corridor. As expected there was a king size bed, and on the bed side table he had everything ready: lube, condoms, paper towels and even some wet wipes.



However, my eyes were caught by the large mirrors placed on the wall along one side of the bed as well as on the ceiling above. When Erik saw me staring at them, he smirked: “Do you mind? I can cover them up if you’re shy.” I shook my head, because even if it was a bit kinky, the idea also turned me on. He kissed me with a satisfied expression and then his hands and mouth started exploring my body. While he unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it together with the waistcoat, Erik tickled my ear with the tip of his tongue, traced the edge of my jaw, and nibbled on my neck, before returning to kiss me hard.



I shivered with excitement, as his mouth moved downwards to play with my nipples and his hands caressed my shoulders, arms, back, before working their way across my stomach. As he reached my jeans and undid the top button, I moaned with relief and anticipation. My dick longed to be released from its confinement, having been uncomfortably trapped in my tight trousers for too long. Erik made a small contented sound, when he’d removed my jeans, underwear and socks. “Ahh, you’re even more delicious than I hoped.”



His experienced hands with the slender but strong fingers travelled up and down my thighs, fondled my ass, tickled my balls and my erect manhood, until I was ready to scream with need. Finally, Erik pushed me towards his bed and made me lie down on my back. He sat down next to me, and his strong hands gently pushed my legs apart, to expose my most private place. “Such a sweet ass, I wanted it the moment I laid eyes on you, Anders.” I blushed, but there was no denying that his hot gaze made my hole tinkle in anticipation.



However, I also recognized a chance to find out why he hadn’t picked me up at the bar. “Ehm Erik, if you liked me, why didn’t you take me home that night?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to roll over and hide my embarrassed face in the pillow. Dammit I’d more or less admitted that I would have gone with him just like that. Even if I’d never done gay one night stands before and would have denied being such an easy catch. But Erik just gave me his calm smile.



“I’m very particular with who I take to bed, Anders. I wanted to see if you’d let anyone else pick you up when I refused to take you up on your flirting. I was actually rather amused, but also impressed when you didn’t react to the other men who were eager to get into your pants. I realized that it was partly because you’re shy and inexperienced, but it was still your choice to ignore the possibilities and go home alone.” His fingers played with the blond curls around my dick, as he spoke, and gradually descended to my butt crack. When he tickled my sensitive pucker, I let out a small lustful sound and pulled my legs up a bit more.



His smirk made me cringe, but I still craved his touch and the fact that he obviously desired me was a potent aphrodisiac. “I like that you’re so needy, Anders, but still have enough pride and respect for your own body not to waste it on just anyone. Makes me feel lucky that you are here in my bed, letting me touch you, explore you, taste you.” With that he bent over and ran his tongue up the shaft of my manhood and licked the head. As he peeled my foreskin back with his lips and teased my wet glans with his tongue, the tip of his finger pushed against my asshole, making me gasp.



There was no penetration, just the firm pressure of his finger telling me what was in store for me, and I wanted it so badly. When Erik withdrew and stood up, I had to bite my lip to avoid whimpering with disappointment. As I lay there, exposed and eager in my mirror exhibited nakedness, Erik slowly undressed. His eyes never left my body, and I blushed again with a mixture of delighted gratitude and shyness at his undisguised desire. I kept looking at him too; I was impatient to see him naked and especially the size of his cock.



My worry about whether he’d be too well endowed for my still fairly inexperienced ass, was dispelled, when he finally dropped his sexy black silk boxers. His manhood seemed slightly smaller than mine, even if he was not exactly below average. But I didn’t worry so much about length, as circumference was the main factor. Here he looked similar to me, so I knew I could take him. An added bonus was that his groin was shaved all over, except for a patch of dark hair just above his cock. Together with his toned body and manly face, this made him look very sexy.



Erik got into bed next to me, leant down to kiss me and rolled on top of me, before I had time to do anything. Though he only kissed me gently on my lips, my face and neck while petting my hair, I was very much aware of his hard body pressing against mine, pinning me to the mattress and showing me who was in charge. After a while he moved, so we were both on our sides facing each other, and we spent a long time just touching and kissing. Of course I was impatient to get to the next stage, but he refused to hurry and prevented me from going down on him.



Finally, when I was getting desperate, Erik made me turn around and get on top of him for a sixty-nine. I was in heaven, when he swallowed my aching dick and gave me the opportunity to bury my face in his lap. Kissing and licking his naked balls and the smooth taint before I moved up to his cock was utterly exciting — and for Erik too it seemed. He expressed his appreciation of my enthusiastic sucking of his cock with sounds and words, whenever he took a pause from his skilled manipulation of my manhood. Those breaks happened each time he had me on the brink of coming, and the teasing was driving me crazy.



When I was shaking with the need to cum and tried to fuck his mouth, Erik pushed me away and sat up. He grabbed the lube and I immediately got in position in front of him. As I spread my legs and even reached behind me to pull my buttocks apart, he chuckled. “Eager, are we? Don’t worry, Anders, you’ll get fucked … eventually.” His head was suddenly right next to my butt and I felt his hot breath on my exposed star. My face was buried in a pillow and I whimpered into the soft satin, as I waited for his next move. Would he …?



My question was answered when something warm and wet touched my hole, and I thought I’d faint from excitement. Erik licked and prodded at my tight entrance until it yielded to him, and before long he had me writhing and moaning, not even caring that he’d reduced me to a puddle of wanton goo. I begged him to stroke my dick, and when he refused, I tried to take care of myself. “Oh, no you don’t,” he slapped my hand away, as it left the sheets that I was clutching on either side of my head and headed towards my crotch. “You’ll come when I let you and not one minute before.”



I wanted to object, and my pride told me to get some control back. But before I could do more than take a deep breath and push my hands against the mattress to get up, I felt a slick finger slide into my ass. All other matters were forgotten, as Erik prepared me to be taken. I thought I’d go mad from desire as he spent what seemed like an eternity opening me with first two, then three fingers. He was very gentle and massaged lube into my ring of muscles until I was pliable and completely relaxed. And of course desperate to be fucked as he certainly knew.

Meeting Erik and being seduced by him did wonders for my self-confidence as well as keeping me sexually sated. I visited him at regular intervals for the next couple of years, usually once or twice every two-three months. Not that I didn’t want to have male sex more often than that, but he taught me something about building up expectations and the effect of abstinence. Oh I jerked off (a lot) and had sex with girls now and then, but I did nothing about the craving to be fucked. I didn’t even use my dildos, because doing without made me needy and eager, and I knew that Erik loved that. And I loved the fabulous orgasms he gave me.



However, I also saw Erik on occasions when we were not having sex. It turned out that he’d been serious about his offer to get me a job as a model. I’d written his question off as a smooth pick-up line, so I was very surprised when he arranged for me to meet Claude. He was a French photographer living part time in Copenhagen (and part time in Paris), and he was very professional. He was also fifty-something, short, wiry, temperamental and the first really feminine gay man I’d met.



Getting almost naked in front of him, except for the underwear I was modelling, and having him boss me around and arrange my body the way he wanted it, had me blushing like mad for the first half hour. But in spite of the fact that his hands touched me almost everywhere, there was nothing sexual about it. Indeed Claude impressed me very much, because there was no hint of him coming on to me and his behavior made me forget my embarrassment. Soon I was comfortable with being nearly nude in the spot light (literally) and just focused on doing my best with the job.



Other modelling jobs included more clothes and various photographers, and on occasion Erik would be there for those. With time the consequences of this opportunity turned out to be much more important that just making some money while studying. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t suddenly become a successful model. Most of my work was meant for advertising catalogues, and I was just one amongst a host of good looking but rather anonymous guys doing this stuff. I rarely got used by magazines, and I didn’t do shows (you know the catwalk and such). I did do some nude modelling but that’s another story, and those pictures were certainly not for public consumption!



No, the gain was something else, and looking back I now know that it was more to do with Erik than modelling. He used the opportunity to mold me or maybe help me is a better word. When I met him, my main assets were youth, my typical Nordic features (blue eyes, blond hair, nice body), a fair dose of charm, and a certain amount of intelligence. But I’d no idea how to dress well, how to make the most of myself, both physically and mentally, and how to improve my manners and understanding of the world around me. By his example and subtle guiding I learnt how to act as a grown-up, a mature, attractive and attentive man.



I got to keep the clothes that I wore when modelling, unless I really disliked them, or Erik thought they weren’t right. He’d also send me to shops where he knew the owner, and I’m sure I paid lower than normal prices for the things they chose for me. Erik also gave me small gifts like aftershave, body lotion or underwear, but made it seem casual. He might rub lotion on my body after we had a shower and tell me to take the bottle home. Or he’d ask me to wear specific articles of clothing “because I’d like to take those off you later, Anders”.



So it never felt like payment for sex – and in any case I should have been the one to pay him as my tutor. Erik certainly didn’t act like he considered me as a kept lover, either, even if I was his ‘boy’ in bed. Very little in his manner towards me outside the bedroom let on to our private relationship, and he taught me the same restraint. Being in control of your feelings, thinking about your actions beforehand, and not letting secrets slip were useful abilities which Erik valued and helped instill in me. It sure wasn’t from any shame on his part, because he was proud to display me as his companion in the right context.



I found out, when he insisted on taking me to a gay club he liked. I know what you’re probably thinking now, and I’ll admit that your suspicions are not without merit. But Erik took me to a fairly normal gay bar/club, not unlike the place where I met him, just more exclusive. He asked me to come to his place first and stay the night after, and I gladly agreed. It was our third time together, and I’d only done one or two modelling jobs with Claude. So my wardrobe was still pretty standard for a twenty-year-old student with low cash funds, and Erik insisted on providing my outfit for the night.



“I’m the one who wants to go out, Anders, and I’d love to see your tight ass in these when you’re dancing. Especially knowing that I’ll get to fuck it when we come back.” My protests died and I blushed even more than when he’d shown me the skin tight leather pants and skimpy underwear to go with them. The latter wasn’t much more than a firm pouch to hold my intimate parts in place, and the thought of having the narrow elastic straps outlining my bare butt and sitting deep in the cleft was making me cringe. It almost caused me to forget about the top which was just as revealing.



Erik had me stand in front of his mirrors as he undressed me and helped with the outfit. Of course his hands on me turned me on, and he chuckled as my dick engorged and finally escaped the confinement of the pouch, while he’d been busy settling the strap between my butt cheeks. “You’ll never get your new pants on like that, Anders.” His body was suddenly up against my back, and I could feel his hidden cock rubbing my naked ass. Standing exposed in front of the mirror with my dominant lover fully dressed behind me, while he fondled my balls and squeezed my nipples, had me gasping and begging in no time.



“You want me to take care of this, min dreng?” Erik’s hand enclosed the shaft of my throbbing dick, and I cried out and tried to thrust my hips. The deep voice held me in thrall, just as his strong arms trapped me against the manly body. “Naughty boy, you know better than that.” My eyes closed as I tilted my head back on his shoulder and tried not to whimper. Fuck, it was unbelievable the way Erik could make me horny and desperate with a few words and touches. “Open your eyes, Anders.” The firm order had me shivering and I immediately obeyed.



Erik made me observe every moment in the mirror as he played my body, stroked me, teased me, told me how sexy I looked, how much he liked my tight ass. Not that I doubted the last part from the way he was grinding his hard-on into my crevice. When he finally let me decorate the mirror with sticky splotches of cum, I’d once again been reduced to wantonly pleading boytoy. With one of Erik’s fingers buried in my ass and the other hand roaming over the front of my body, he watched me stroke my dick at the end, desperate for the orgasm he’d been denying me for more than ten minutes.



Once it was over, we helped each other clean up, and then I got dressed. Erik stayed hard the whole time and he made sure I was aware of it. I knew better than to ask or take any action to help him out. Two nights in Erik’s arms had taught me that he decided what would happen in relation to sex. I could beg for my own pleasure, but he didn’t appreciate me initiating or pushing things with him. And as I’d discovered that first time, my dominant lover would enforce his wishes with a light slap on appropriate parts of my anatomy, if I was disobedient. Just a playful pat, quickly forgotten in the subsequent delights.



Yep, I was still naïve, feel free to laugh, because even the events later that night didn’t make me connect the dots. Although the initial part of that evening’s education in the world of gay men and sex was quite innocent, if rather confusing and complicated at first. Erik and I took a taxi to the club; he paid our entrance, got me a drink, and led me on tour of the facilities. The bar was separate from the dancing part of the club, but connected by a short but wide corridor to accommodate the constant flow of guys back and forth. The music was loud, but it was still possible to talk in the bar area.



To my surprise Erik took my hand once we’d left our coats at the manned cloak room desk. At first I didn’t dare to remove it, I was still caught up in my role from the recent scene in his bedroom. But then my pride and independence reasserted themselves, and I lagged behind and tugged gently. Erik’s grip tightened, but he stopped immediately and turned to me. I stared into his eyes for a moment, let my gaze drop to our joint hands, and looked back up at the handsome face of my lover. He got the point, but instead of letting go, he pulled me to the wall, so people could pass, and bent to talk quietly in my ear.



“Would you prefer to be an object of desire for half the unattached men in this place? Going into that club unattended, as a new and mostly clueless visitor, looking the way you do, and I can guarantee that you’ll have most males above 35 chasing your cute ass every minute we’re here. Even being my companion – and I can assure you no one will think of us as boyfriends, if that’s what you’re worried about – even with me as your chaperone, I promise you that you’ll get more attention and chances to flirt than you can handle. But it will be harmless and without peril, so you can enjoy it as much as you like.”



Oh. Right. OK, put that way, I’d be better off following Erik meekly into the bar, so that’s what I did. We wandered around after getting our drinks, occasionally stopping to talk to people he knew. If they studied me with interest, he’d introduce me, but otherwise I was free to look around. He usually let my hand go, only to take it again as we moved on. But in a few cases he kept hold of me, and after the second time I noticed that on those occasions he’d introduce me as “one of Claude’s new models”. This invariably sparked a closer scrutiny from the man or men in question, and I wondered why.



Once we’d made the rounds, Erik asked if I wanted to dance. I declined and he found us a table in the bar, where we could talk. During the next hour he educated me in the dynamics of gay men’s interactions, pointing out various people and telling me to watch how they acted. This included the men who dropped by to flirt with me or him, mine almost all older, confident guys and his young or at least fairly diffident. It took me a while, but the comments he made to go with my observations finally clued me in. “So you’re saying that the reason I get hit on by mature guys is because I’m sending out signals like the boys trying get your attention? Bottom vibes?”



Erik nodded. “Yes, but it’s more complicated than that. And you needn’t looked so annoyed, Anders. As I’ve said before, you have the potential to attract both groups. It depends on your attitude and with more experience and a bit of confidence, you’ll project top signals – or even versatile vibes, if you prefer. But right now, dressed like that and in my company, most guys will label you as a bottom and most likely submissive. Try going here on your own and in another type of clothes – and I’ve got a couple of outfits you can try – and you’ll have a very different experience.” He didn’t have to add that it would only happen if I behaved otherwise too, and that I should study the guys I wanted to emulate.



Once I got over my wounded pride, it was actually rather fun. It reminded me a bit of the time I tried to figure out how to catch Kristine at the college dance. Only this time I was studying the predators as well as the prey and trying to work out how to act, depending on the role I wanted to take on. And I had to admit that I enjoyed being free to flirt without worrying about offending anyone by refusing to follow through. Even when I began to accept offers to dance, I felt safe. Erik always appeared next to the dance floor a few minutes after I’d left with a guy and his eyes on my body both reassured me and turned me on.



The one time a man hit on me persistently and refused to back down, finally groping me blatantly on the dance floor, I wrenched away from his grasp and fled to the safety of my lover’s arms. Erik immediately took me back to the bar, and we joined a couple he’d introduced me to earlier in the evening. He slid his arm around my waist and kept me close, while we chatted casually with his friends. When my pursuer walked through the room and spotted us, his face twisted in an annoyed sneer, but he kept going and disappeared into corridor leading to the toilets.



Shortly after that the couple with us got up to dance, and to my surprise Erik pulled me up to follow them. Luckily the music playing was something I really liked, and I gave myself over to the beat, dancing with my eyes closed, secure in the knowledge that my protector’s eyes and hands were on me all the time. As it turned out, it may have been more than just Erik whose fingers teased my wriggling ass or ghosted across the exposed parts of my torso and tickled my leather encased bulge. When I opened my eyes at the end of the song, I was surrounded by all three men, and I immediately blushed when the gay couple in front of me grinned appreciatively.



Erik’s hard body was suddenly up against my back, and the velvet of his voice worked its magic. “Time to go home, Anders. I think you’ve tantalized the wolves enough for one night, boy.” The last word was an almost inaudible whisper in my ear, as he bit my lobe gently. In fact, it may have been just my overwrought libido supplying the epithet, but I still got totally horny and needy in a split second. I barely managed to nod goodbye to Erik’s friends before I was tagging along like an obedient puppy behind his master, eager for the promised treat. But at least my lover was just as much in a hurry.



Maybe that was why I never felt inferior, even when I deferred and submitted to Erik. He clearly appreciated my company, showing it with words, looks and touches. He never humiliated me or mocked me, and even when he dominated me sexually, there was an unspoken regard for my wellbeing, both physically and mentally. My lover made me feel like the hottest guy in town, and I’d no objection to him showing me off in the club and to his friends. Having Erik spend time with me and look proud of being in my company boosted my self-esteem and confidence immensely.



The moment we closed the door to his apartment, he had me pinned to the wall in the corridor. His kisses ravished my mouth, and his hands held my neck and my butt in a firm grip. At some point during the evening I’d asked him whether he normally preferred smaller guys, and Erik had laughed. “No, Anders, I’m quite content that you’re my height, strong and fit. I like that you’re a man and capable of holding your own with other people. It’s much more of a challenge and better fun to subdue you, than if you just rolled over and gave in.” From that answer I’d concluded that he wouldn’t mind if I resisted a bit.



The only problem with this notion was that Erik’s kisses and hands on my body turned my knees to jelly. Funny contrast, ’cause my dick was stone hard and painfully trapped in my tight leather pants. I groaned in relief as my lover deftly unbuttoned and unzipped, then gasped as he spun me around and tugged until my cheeks were exposed. “You drive me mad, Anders. When we were dancing, I just wanted to bend you over and fuck your pretty, provoking ass.” His finger slid down and found my entrance. My whole body went taut, partly in terror that Erik would take me raw right there and then, and partly because I almost wanted him to.



“Go take a shower and make yourself ready, boy. Then come find me in the bedroom, and I want you naked and obedient, do you understand?” I gulped and nodded, relieved, then fled along the corridor and into Erik’s bathroom. I’d prepared myself before I came over, of course, but after spending several hours at the club, dancing and sweating, I needed a quick repeat. Once I was clean and ready inside and out, I walked across the hall to the bedroom. Erik was waiting for me, sitting on the bed in front of the two large mirrors on the wall.



He was still fully dressed, and when I approached, he spread his legs and guided me in between them. My dick was hard and just his look made it twitch with anticipation. Erik caressed me gently, and bent forward to run his tongue over the head. I had to clench my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing hold of his head and ram my manhood into his mouth. Such an act would definitely not be well received, no sir. After teasing me for little while, my lover sat up straight and undid his pants. “Kneel down,” the order was soft and calm, but still unmistakable. So I knelt and Erik buried a hand in my blond curls and guided my head to his cock.



As soon as the tip prodded my lips, I opened them and accepted his manhood in my mouth. He let me control how deep I wanted to go, and I sucked and hummed with pleasure, as I worshipped the rod that would soon impale me. Or at least I hoped so. I needed to be fucked so badly, and I had the feeling that Erik would give me a long, hard ride tonight. He let me play for a while, then pulled me off his manhood and helped me stand up. A long possessive kiss followed by: “Get in position, Anders,” had me scrambling on to the bed almost shaking with anticipation.



My second encounter with Erik had taught me what that order meant. He wanted me on all fours, exposed and eager, and then he’d give me the most intimate delight of all: an expert rimming. A lesson I’d been most happy and grateful to receive, and the term itself was new knowledge too. When Mark and Michael had licked me, I’d enjoyed it, but I hadn’t really appreciated what an agile tongue could do to me. Erik teased my puckered star with small flicks of a wet tip. He ran lips and tongue up my thighs and nibbled on my butt. Hot breath on my balls and slowly moving up my ass crack had me moaning and begging for more.



All the nerve endings collected in my tight sphincter vibrated with need. Every lick and kiss and prodding of my entrance fired them up and sent bursts of pleasure up my spine and my dick. When my lover finally opened me up with two fingers and lube, I was more than ready to be taken. But to my utter frustration, he didn’t. He slipped a small butt plug into my ass and told me to turn over. Then his mouth worked its magic on my manhood, but whenever I was close to coming, he moved up my body and fed me his cock. The third time he left me on the edge, I voiced my desperation: “Fuck no, please let me come, Erik, please. I’ll do anything, just make me…”



I think that was what Erik was waiting for. He immediately swallowed my whole shaft and his fingers pushed the butt plug in such a way, that it hit the sweet spot inside me. Once again he had me screaming in ecstasy as I came hard, and he drank every spurt of my prolonged ejaculation. The most amazing part was that I stayed erect and when Erik removed the butt plug, I spread my legs wide, hoping to be fucked. But still he tantalized me with fingers and mouth, slowly working me into a second frenzy. I even tried to suggest that I could ride him, if he wanted me to, but that just earned me a swat on my butt. Okay, I guess it was silly to think he would let me be on top.



Finally, I got so desperate that I jumped out of bed and repeated my vow to do anything. I just stood there with my back to the mirrors and my throbbing dick pointing at Erik and begged him to tell me what I could do to make him fuck me until I came. Moments later he was next to me, a soft white silk rope in one hand and a black blindfold in the other. “Anything? Do you really mean that, Anders?” His voice was almost a purr, and when I nodded, he wasted no time tying my hands behind my back and the black cloth over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything as he led me out of his bedroom.

My craigslist post was short and simple. I wanted an older male to give me a massage and be open to exploring more. Well, to be completely honest, I wanted to do the exploring, the older man I fantasized would just need to be safe, patient, and willing to take control.



Needless to say, I received tons of responses. Something about a 38 year old seeing a top male for a massage garners lots of responses–go figure. Well, after combing through my inbox I settled on one guy in particular–Jonathan. Jonathan was 58, had his own massage table, and was completely into giving massages and seeing where they lead to. He had a good looking face, a bit of a belly, and from his pics, at least 7 inches of manhood when fully erect. I kept going back to his pics, and realizing that him being older and having a bit of a belly was a huge turn on–something staring from underneath his stomach, cock and balls got me super aroused.



After many emails back and forth, we agreed to meet up on a Friday night after my live in girlfriend was visiting her parents back in Ohio. Living in New York City, I felt fairly certain that hooking up with a guy and not seeing them ever again was a fairly good bet. We agreed that I’d meet him at his place on the upper west side. I picked up some beers in the bodega by his building with my heart beginning to creep into my throat. I rode the elevator up to his floor after he buzzed me in, floor number 18 of a 23 story building. I left the elevator, turned right and I heard a door being unlatched and before I could even compose myself Jonathan was opening the door standing in a bathrobe with his hair wait and freshly combed.



“Hi Josh, c’mon in.”



He swung the door open wider and I walked into a very nicely decorated, dimly lit living room with a massage table in the middle.



“Wow. Nice space.”



“Thanks! Let me take those beers from you. Would you like one now?”



“Definitely.” He went to the kitchen, popped open two beers, and took one over to me.



“Cheers,” he smiled at me.



“Cheers,” I replied. “To trustworthy strangers,” I added with a wink.



Jonathan invited me to sit down on a love seat across from him. We made some small talk about the city, and what we did for a living. I polished off my first beer and asked if it was okay if I helped myself. He said go ahead, make yourself at home. When I walked into the kitchen I realized that I was moments away from receiving the erotic massage I craved for as long as I could remember. With my second beer open, I felt like I floated into the living room with my knees weakened from my nerves.



I gathered up my will and sat right next to Jonathan, clearly sending him a sign I was ready.



“How are you feeling?” He asked, turning toward me.



“Dizzy, excited, and willing.”



“Well, let’s start our massage here. Why don’t you sit on the floor between my legs so I can rub your neck and shoulders.”



All I needed to hear was between my legs to get me fully erect and nearly ready to shoot my load into my jeans. I complied and got myself comfortable sitting on the floor.



He began by assessing where my knots were, digging in and turning me into jelly. My neck, my shoulder blades, my upper arms were all given a once over. He tapped me and told me to stand up and move to the massage table.



I was so relaxed, and so hard I could have cared less when he told me to get naked and lie down. I stripped, and I could tell that Jonathan liked my 6 inches of manhood as his bathrobe was tenting forward.



“Lie down on your stomach.”



I complied, somewhat hopeful he would just tell me to lie on my back so I could see him and reach for him when they moment was right.



He started in again on my neck and back, only this time his cock was just inches from my face. He belt from his robe was draped over my head, caressing my hair and neck each time he reached down my back.



I heard him step back and suddenly a bottle popped open.



“Oil or lotion?” he asked.



“What’s your preference?”



“Oil.”



“Great.” I said, feeling the precum leaking out of my cock.



He applied a very generous coating of oil, clear down my back and into my ass crack. I felt it drip down my crack down my taint and onto my balls.



He began to rub me with more of a purpose now, harder and going lower down my back. He was standing off to the side of me now and I could tell his cock was head high with my face, and his hands worked their magic to the top of my ass cheeks. He deeply rubbed my globes, occasionally parting my cheeks and glimpsing my rosebud.



In my fantasies all I wanted was a rub down that lead to me blowing him, ass play did not figure into my mind. Which is all the more reason I was surprised when I began to have the involuntary response of arching my hips to him, seemingly inviting entrance for him to probe my asshole.



He didn’t need much prodding before I felt the occasional finger graze my rosebud, with me puckering and arching each time. He finally paused his index finger over my hole and said, “Is it okay to go deeper?”



At this point, I nearly thrusted my ass so high and so hard I could have engulfed a fist.



“Yes–please,” was all I could muster and I let out a soft moan as he slowly slid his finger deep and gently inside of me. My entire body shuddered with his entrance and I turned my head to see his bulging robe.



I couldn’t wait any more. I spread his robe, took his cock out and went to work, taking him as deep as I could muster. His pace quickened inside of me as did mine–slurping and sucking and jacking his cock into me as best I could. I wanted his come in my mouth and down my throat immediately. It took maybe three minutes of him thrusting in and out of me when he began to tense up and we both began to come, rope after rope–him blasting my mouth and me coming into the table.



Spent, and with him now draped over me, I cleaned his cock as he stroked my hair.



“You can come back anytime.”



I removed his cock and kissed the head.



“Thanks,” and I squeezed his cock to get one last drop.

This story is the third in a series of stories in which a camp counselor in training, Brian, is seduced and lured into pleasing his older counselor Mark. Can be read on it’s own or as part of the series.. …as always, I appreciate feedback!



After the last two nights, the first in which Mark snuck bedside and jerked me into ecstasy and fed me my own cum, and then followed up the following night by thrusting his thumb deep inside me as I grinded out a load into my sheets, only to have to clean Mark’s fingers willingly–only after this could I be wondering what he meant when he asked me if I was ready to be head counselor.



Of course I had some ideas. But what followed, and how willing I was in going along with his plans, surprised and stirred me deeply.



The following day after Mark impaled me with his thumb, I again was mildly embarrassed to face him the next morning. And again, he managed to find me in the bathroom, shooing away the other campers for another meeting of counselors. This time, he didn’t ask me if I was okay. He just merely held the thumb that was deep inside me just hours ago, a few inches above my mouth, and I instinctively went to my tippy toes to suck on it.



“Oh, you are going to do just fine tonight,” he assured me, as I lunged higher to take more of his thumb in my mouth, all while he slid his hand under my boxers and clutched my growing cock.



“We’re both on overnight duty tonight, meet me at the head counselor’s cabin at 10.” With that, he gave a final squeeze to my cock and slowly removed his thumb from my mouth, wiping my saliva on both of my cheeks.



The head counselor, Bruce, was another one of my idols as a camper at this sleep-away camp. For ten years, he and Mark were the coolest counselors, the ones most looked up to by all boys in the camp. Certainly he couldn’t be in on Mark’s escapades. He was married, in his 50′s and two of his kids attended the camp. His wife was the head of girl’s camp.



When 10 rolled around, I knocked on the door and to my surprise, Bruce answered the door.



“Brian, good to see you! You must be waiting for Mark, he’s in the living room,” as he ushered me in. Mark was sipping on a beer on the couch, and patted the couch for me to sit next to him.



I complied and Bruce came in and sat on the other side of me.



My heart started pounding as I knew now that Bruce most definitely knew about what Mark and I was up to, and he clearly wanted in on the action, since I noticed his fly was down on his jeans and there was no underwear to be seen. Being sandwiched on the couch between two men much my senior had my head spinning.



Bruce started in by saying what a great counselor in training I was, according to Mark, doing pretty much everything above and beyond what was expected of me. I nervously thanked him and told him that they were both my idols when I was a camper so, it really meant a lot.



“So as a reward for your hard work, we thought we’d let you be the, uhh, head counselor for the night,” as he looked over to Mark.



“What Bruce is trying to tell you, Brian, is that Bruce and I really need to see if you can handle the job of being head counselor, and all that comes with it. So give us each one of your hands”



I gave Mark my right, and Bruce my left, and they both placed my hands in their laps, as I felt their respective bulges grow.



“How does that sound?” Bruce asked.



My head ready to explode, I felt like I was back on my job interview. “I think I can do a good job, but I just don’t have any experience.” I stammered.



“Well, that’s okay, that’s what this summer is all about.” Bruce reassured me, pressing his left hand down on top of my hand that was on his lap. I could feel his pubes and bare cock through his pee hole.



“So here’s how it works, we tell you what to do, and you do it. Got it?” Mark said in a more commanding voice.



“Absolutely.”



“So, I think it would be a good idea for you to take our cocks out and tell us what you want to do with them.”



“Well, I’m already rubbing them, which feels really good. What I’d like to do is take them out and take a closer look.” I knew at this point it was going to be a long night, a night of many firsts.



I got on the floor on my knees and began to take out first Bruce’s cock, and then Mark’s. Never having sucked a cock in my life, I now had two much older men sitting before me ready for my inexperienced mouth to please them. I knew what I had always wanted to do, and here was my opportunity.



“Before you get to live out your fantasy, Brian, there are just two things for you to do. See, we know you could be a good counselor in training for boy’s camp, but tonight we want to see if you’d be a good counselor training on girl’s camp too. On the table over there you’ll find some very wet, hot pink lipstick. You’ll also find a girls counselor in training uniform, panties and skirt. Go put them on.”



Now this was something I didn’t expect. I began to protest. “I don’t really think I need…”



“Brianna, as you are to be called for the remainder of the evening, you’ll do as we say, or you can explain to your mom why you’re home in early July instead of the end of August.”



With that, it became clear that I was no longer in charge of what was going on. There’s no way I wanted to get canned so early in the summer, and the uniform wasn’t too bad–a tight polo shirt and a gray pleated skirt.



I walked over, applied the lipstick looking in the mirror and they were some serious blowjob lips if I ever saw them.



On the chair, next to the skirt, was a pair of matching hot pink panties.



“Those too,” Bruce said.



I got totally changed and looked at myself in the mirror. The counselor looking back at me was most certainly in training, training to be a sissy.



“Pull your skirt down six inches and play with your pussy for us.”



I was super hard, leaking through the panties already.



“Oh look, his pussy is already dripping with excitement, Mark,” Bruce commented.



Blushing, I took my cock out and began to stroke it.



“Come back over hear sweetheart and get on your knees,” Bruce said.



I swished my hips over to him, as my skirt stopped me from taking full steps since it was pulled down somewhat.



I kneeled before him, and before I could begin to reach for his cock, he lifted my chin to face him. In his hand he had a brunette wig, with two pigtails, one on either side. “Now Brianna, you’ll look so much cuter with pig-tails, don’t you think?” and with that he placed the wig on, adjusting it just so. I sat there kneeling as he did this, and he leaned forward to affix the wig to my short buzz cut head. His cock brushed my lips as he leaned forward, and I seized the moment. I opened my mouth and closed my lips already three fourths the way down his shaft.



“Oh my, you sweet little angel whore, what do you know Mark? We have a good head counselor indeed.” He sat back on the couch and I scooted forward, keeping him in my mouth the whole time. I just started to instinctively bob my head like I’ve seen in so many porns, mostly bukkake flicks when the girl or guy gets to please as many cocks as possible, taking as many loads to the face and throat as possible.



I could tell Mark was getting restless, as he started to stroke his cock closer to my mouth. I stopped blowing Bruce and continued to pump his cock with my left hand and took Mark in my mouth for my very first time. It was heaven. My stomach lept with joy pleasing him with my mouth, my boyhood hero now using me as his man, or, well, girl counselor in training. It didn’t matter, I found my calling.



Before long, Bruce grabbed me by both pig tails and told me he was going to cum. I placed my lips on the tip of his cock and continued to stroke him as quickly as I could. I wanted his load, in my mouth, on my lips, and on my face. He started to lift his ass off the couch and he screamed with pleasure as he exploded all over me. Some in my mouth, lots on my face, and even some on my wig. Once he settled, he had me back on his cock, applying pressure to the back of my head so that I didn’t miss a thing.



“Holy shit, Mark, how do you sleep across from this little bitch of a cocksucker?”



“I don’t know, but I’m finally going to give her what she’s been cleaning off my hands for the past night. Only this time, you get it straight from the source. Isn’t that what you want sweetie?”



Blushing, I nod my head up and down.



Mark give me his thumb to blow, and I do, mimicking the movements I’ve been making on his cock. He reached over, grabbed the lipstick, removed his thumb, and applied a fresh coat to my lips. I looked up into his eyes as he did this, his masculine spell clearly cast on me. I was his and Bruce’s, and they knew it.



With a fresh coat of lipstick freshly applied, I went to town on Mark. Bobbing, sucking, jerking him to pure ecstasy, I wasn’t holding back at all. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to want me, I wanted his cum, badly. Bruce got back in the action holding the back of my head with each bob, telling me what a good girl CIT I was making.



And then it came–rope after rope of cum, as though he hadn’t come in months, unleashed all in my mouth. I swallowed, one, two, three, four, five mouthfuls, as he just kept screaming, “Yeah Brianna, I’m cumming sweetie, swallow me! Swallow me!!!” I didn’t let up until he went limp on the couch, spent from a mind-blowing orgasm. I let him go limp in my mouth, and then slowly lifted my head off of him. I went to stand up and when I did, realized I had cum with Mark. My pink panties were filled and dripping with cum. We all laughed as I realized what I had done.



“Now sweet heart, go change out of your clothes, but keep your panties on and report back to our bunk immediately.” Mark commanded.



I complied, and changed hurriedly. My shorts were already wet through the front from my cum soaked panties. Bruce and Mark both had me clean their cocks one last time, as they squeezed their cocks from the base, producing just enough for two more swallows. As I cleaned Mark, he told me that I had made head counselor. And once again, I was his favorite little camper deep inside…

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