The Apprentice Pt 02
Following our first seedy alley session, Nathan and I met up regularly for drinks and fun. Mostly, I was the lucky recipient, receiving a blow job in some dark corner of the suburb where we happened to be. Occasionally, when he had sufficient Dutch courage and was horny enough, Nathan let me fuck and cream pie his anus.
We had so much in common that it was a pleasure hanging out together, and I eagerly looked forward to every post-work meeting. Nathan dazzled me with his athleticism, physicality, intelligence, style, and killer good looks. His sexual curiosity and inexperience were a massive attraction to me as well.
When the conversation inevitably turned erotic, Nathan grilled me about my past encounters with both genders. I usually kept the descriptions vague, but Nathan continued to drill me for detail.
"I'd love to do that," He would say with boyish wonderment, or "How do I find these people?"
I would always counsel patience and assure him that my experience, such as it was, came down more to luck than by design. Reflecting on those unique times, I think the noughties were a dirtier decade than the teens were shaping up to be. However, that decade was young, and there were always possibilities.
"You know that thing you do to me," Nathan began nervously one night, "Before giving me anal?"
"What about it?" I asked, knowing that he was referring to rimming.
"Do you like receiving it?" He asked.
"I love it!" I said with a smile, "Why?"
"I'd like to try it," Nathan said, embarrassed and unable to look me in the eyes.
"I'll never say no to such an offer."
"Cool," He replied, "Been thinking about it a fair bit lately."
"You like it, obviously?" I said rhetorically.
"Oh, yeah!" Nathan flushed, "That first time almost made me come!"
"That was my plan," I laughed.
"Does it make you come?"
"Guaranteed!"
Nathan was gently massaging his crotch beneath the table in the darkened bar of the Rosstown Hotel as I described the sensation I felt when having my arsehole eaten by a willing tongue.
"One time," I recalled, "I was on a date with this lovely African woman, and she was an expert at rimming. It made me cum minutes after we started playing together!"
"Wow," said Nathan in disbelief, "Where did you come?"
"In her mouth," I said, "But she wasn't a swallower and spat it into the toilet."
"Toilet?" Asked Nathan, suddenly taken out of the moment, "Where were you guys?"
"In the disabled toilet of a pub in Perth," I laughed, "Our first date, one lunchtime, during the week."
"Fantastic!" Laughed Nathan, "Were you guys together long?"
"Not as long as I'd hoped," I lamented, "But we did some freaky things together."
"Such as?"
"She had an arse built for anal," I replied, "So, we did plenty of that."
"Nice!"
"Yeah, I think it was the last time we saw each other," I reflected, "That I came inside her booty, and we went to the bathroom and played with the cream pie."
"Played, how?"
"She squeezed out my sperm and rubbed it on her boobs," I said, "That was fun!"
I deliberately omitted the coda to that story: she let me pee over her body as she showered afterwards.
"I've never given anal to a girl."
"What about a guy?"
"Yes, last year wasn't a good experience."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, we were quite drunk, and he begged me to do it, but I did not know what I was doing, and meh," Nathan trailed off, ashamed of the memory, "I much prefer giving oral."
"You are very good at it," I reassured him, "And you take anal very well!"
"I have enjoyed it those last few times."
"You certainly have," I acknowledged with a grin, "If the wall has anything to say."
Nathan was a big cummer, like myself, and exploded with all the force of a volcano each time he orgasmed.
When he was not taking meat in the tradesman's entrance, Nathan was on his knees licking, kissing, and sucking my hot cock, paying particular attention to my tight nut sack, lapping, and sucking.
No one can withstand such expert attention for too long, and when I inevitably came, Nathan jammed my quivering spear as far down his throat as possible, relaxed his gullet and let the contents of my balls flow down his throat. His moans of pleasure are as audible as mine at the point of climax.
I have offered to take care of Nathan's cock afterwards as a courtesy, but thus far, he has politely declined. I wondered if he had creamed his pants at some stage before my climax because he was always keen to get home after the evening's fun.
"Shall we go?" He asked after finishing his pint.
"Sure," I smiled, my cock growing hard, anticipating what was to come.
Minutes later, we embraced and gently kissed at one of our favourite discrete outdoor locations. Nathan was trembling, his breathing was shallow, and his bulge pressed against my thigh.
"What do you want?" I whispered, equally as aroused.
"Everything that is down here," Nathan replied, sliding a hand to my crotch and gently squeezing.
"Help yourself."
Nathan dropped to his knees and deftly unclasped my belt, sliding my jeans and boxer shorts about a quarter down my legs.
He grabbed my engorged shaft and gave it several hard strokes before opening his mouth and tickling the tip.
"Oh, shit!" I hissed as his tongue tickled my Jap's eye.
"You're excited," Nathan teased, "Tastes good!"
