Valuable Lessons

To my utter surprise he pushed me down on my back, and even if I was OK with him taking me in that position, I'd have preferred being on all fours. But Erik didn't make a move to put on a condom. He slid two fingers into my ass, grabbed hold of my dick and bent over to take me in his mouth. I knew the fun would be over in moments if he sucked me, so I tried to warn him. "Shit, Erik you'll make me.." This was as far as I got, because the fingers in my butt curled up and touched a spot inside me, and that was it.

With a scream I erupted in his warm mouth, and as he swallowed and milked my shaft with his lips and tongue and fingers, he kept working the sensitive place in my ass. Never before had I cum so hard and for such a long time. Even when I thought it was over, he coaxed a few more spurts from me, as I cried and shook and saw spots behind my tightly scrunched eyelids. When Erik finally let go of my dick and gently withdrew his fingers from my hole, I just lay there completely exhausted and sated. Bloody hell, if that was what a good top did, I had a lot to learn.

A soft kiss on my cheek made me open my eyes at last. Erik was lying next to me, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked at me and caressed my hair. I had to try a couple of times, before I could get my voice to work. "That ... that was fucking awesome. I ... ehm ... what did you do? You touched something in my ass, and I just came. Forever. It felt ... simply amazing." Erik arched an eyebrow, and I realized that he was quite surprised at my question and the ignorance it implied.

"That was your prostate, Anders. Have you never played with a dildo or exchanged a P-spot massage with your partner?" Again I was reduced to staring at Erik in confusion. The only time I'd heard about this organ was when my mother's older brother was treated for prostate cancer. I certainly didn't associate it with sex. But with a few simple explanations from Erik -- combined with the convincing demonstration he'd just given me -- I finally knew why getting fucked sometimes felt extra good. At the thought of the mature top next to me using his knowledge and skills with his cock in my ass, I began to plump up.

By now Erik was spooning me from behind, his hard manhood settled against the cleft of my buttocks. Of course I thought he was going to take me, but he just played with my nipples, while kissing and nibbling my neck. I was slightly surprised that he wanted to cuddle rather than fuck me, but I had no objections. Somehow it was easier to talk when I didn't look at him. However, now that I was getting horny again, I wanted more. Especially when he found out and began playing with my balls and dick, which soon became fully erect. "Ehm, Erik, aren't you going to....?" I wriggled my butt in order to show him what I expected.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine: "Don't worry, boy, I'll fuck your cute ass eventually, but not until I have you begging in front of me."

"So you think I'm meant to be a submissive bottom, is that it?"

Erik laughed and patted my hip gently: "No, Anders, I think you are a very lucky young man. You're truly versatile, and you'll never lack partners for sex. Not only are you bisexual so you can choose to be with either men or women. But with men you can switch according to their needs and be either top or bottom. So you don't have to worry about compatibility, only about sussing out what your partner wants. Now me, I'm your opposite. I can function with women and bottom if I have to, but I only get real sexual pleasure from topping a man who enjoys submitting and receiving."

I had to admit that his words made sense. I realized that I'd mainly been the top in my encounters with Mark, who was most likely a natural submissive. With Michael I was primarily a bottom due to his greater age and experience, and because he and Daniella could team up against me. However, he was also versatile and had clearly enjoyed taking turns, so in bed we'd probably end up as equals in time. And I could certainly see myself as enjoying the role as a top in the future. However, right now I craved the attention and abilities of the dominant man whose warm embrace and obvious desire made me feel secure and attractive.

So as I gave myself over to Erik's continued seduction and let him use my body, I finally accepted not only my interest in male sex but also my delight in being submissive. As Erik slowly worked me into another sexual frenzy, my mature lover made me realize that there was nothing to be ashamed of. It probably helped that he willing described how he'd learnt to top in almost the same way: by being seduced by an older and more experienced man. However, his lover had been a total bottom and had recognized Erik as a natural top. "But I still needed to be taught everything, because he was also my first male lover."

Erik laughed at my expression and told me that being educated by an experienced bottom had been both fun and awesome. "Including the time he arranged for one of his usual partners to top me, so I knew what it was all about from the other perspective as well." He went back to teasing my nipples with his mouth, while his right hand played with my intimate parts. With the left he had my wrists pinned above my head, and even though I struggled and whined, we both knew that it was all pretend. I could easily have gotten free, but I didn't want to.

Finally, he told me to get on all fours, as he reached for a condom. My sphincter had closed up again, but a single finger with lube ensured than I was wet enough. Erik placed a towel on the mattress below me and then his hard body was up close and personal with my butt. I shook from anticipation when his sheathed cock settled in my crack, and the deep velvet caressed my eardrums. "Så min dejlige dreng, nu skal du få din belønning." Oh yeah I wanted this reward more than anything. I yearned to feel Erik's hard shaft deep in my ass and I'd no doubt that he shared the urge.

It was a slow relentless penetration. There was no pain, only the firm pressure of the head of Erik's cock forcing its way into my slick tunnel, conquering me millimeter by millimeter. It felt so good to submit to my lover, and just at that moment I was somehow sure that this wouldn't be a single adventure, but the start of something more. Not romantic love, but some sort of connection that fulfilled a mutual need in both of us. With that fleeting thought I opened fully to Erik and his manhood slid in to fill me completely. We both groaned, and he whispered "So tight ... so good."

A long moment of stillness and then he took me for the ride I had hoped for. He fucked me hard, but alternated with slow sensual movements and short jabs than hit my spot unerringly. His hands fondled my butt and stroked my dick, and I climbed steadily towards a massive orgasm. All the time I was pleading incoherently with him to fuck me, take me hard, make me come, although most of the time it came out as grunts and words like "yes ... more ... harder ...please ... oh fuck". I had no control over my body or behavior, and I loved it.

Erik's hand on my dick stroked me expertly, and as my balls rose up, I felt the telltale tremor of my imminent climax just behind them. My first two spasms were dry, then my sperm spurted all over the towel as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Erik kept his hand around me as his hips snapped forward hard, once, twice and then on the third thrust he shouted and went rigid inside me. With small movements he kept us both going until the last of my cum had dribbled into his fingers and he'd flooded the condom.

We were both panting hard and sweating like mad. So when Erik suggested a joint shower, I happily agreed. I was still a bit wobbly when I got up from the bed, even though I'd fallen to my side and rested a bit, after Erik withdrew and dealt with the messy towel and the rubber. My lover steadied me with a hand on my arm and we grinned at each other, because his fingers were sticky from my cum. He led me to the shower and it was no surprise that he had a huge bathroom with all kinds of facilities. Including a nice spa, and I couldn't help imagining all the fun we might have in there.

After we'd washed each other, Erik offered me food, which I was more than grateful to accept. I hadn't been able to eat much all day, in nervous anticipation. We ate delicious bread with various Italian salamis and French cheese from Irma (a delicatessen chain in greater Copenhagen) and drank the rest of the red wine. Erik had given me a luxurious bathrobe and a pair of black silk briefs to wear, both clearly new. "You can take them home ... or use them when you're here," he said casually. At my shy nod to the latter suggestion, he chuckled. "I want us to be honest with each other, Anders. You can call me, if you want to visit, and I'll do the same."

He patted my arm. "And we're both free to say no thank you without having to explain or excuse, if it's inconvenient or we're not in the mood. No obligations and no rules. Except for the general one about safe sex." I nodded again, I'd already agreed that a condition for anal sex would be protection, at the same time learning another new sex term when Erik had said: "I don't do any barebacking, and I hope you're sensible too, Anders." This exchange had been fairly early in our initial talk and had prompted confessions about my encounters with Mark and Kristine.

Luckily Erik had agreed that they didn't constitute unsafe behavior. But his repetition of the admonition to be safe wasn't lost on me. Mainly because I felt that he was also assuring me that I could trust him as well. After all, as the receiving part I ran the greater risk, if the condom broke. The funny thing was that after I met Erik, I stopped looking for casual sex with men. Why should I bother with going to gay bars and run the risk of being recognized? If I was horny and wanted to be with a man, all I had to do was call Erik. He rarely declined, and sex with him was so wonderful, that I doubted I'd find anything better as long as I was content to bottom.

Accepting Erik's invitation actually turned out to be one of the most important decisions in my sexual and personal development, for more than one reason. But during that first visit I just focused on absorbing everything my mature lover could teach me. At his suggestion I stayed the night, and next morning Erik treated me to another of his eminent blowjobs before rolling me over and jerking himself off all over my butt. I tried to turn back to help him, but he smacked my cheek and told me to stay put. Moments later his cum splashed wetly on my ass, so I guess he didn't need my assistance.

I didn't learn the reason why until a year and a half later, after I'd had another meeting with Mark. An encounter which also included his boyfriend, who was similar to Erik in certain ways. The unexpected outcome of that sizzling hot triangle was the beginning of a new end even more exciting phase of my relationship with Erik. But that is another story (or actually several of them!).