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I first came to know him in my class.* He was then a shy and reserved kid.* He was a young lad at 12.Ten years passed.* As has always been, I forget almost all the students who sat on my classes.* He is no exception.*I was sipping my favorite espresso on my regular coffee hang-out.* I regularly came to this nook usually alone.* Tonight was just one of those ordinary nights.He approached me.* Broadly smiling.* Extending his hand for a shake.* Persistently telling we knew each other.* But I was totally lost in memory as to who he was, where I met him, how I?d come to know him.?I?m Allen,?* he finally introduced himself.* ?You were my teacher years ago.?*I still had no idea about him.* I can?t recollect memories about him.* He was not a close student of mine.* And only them who were especially close ? the more intelligent, the more sociable, the more vocally expressive were the ones I could easily recall.*?I always sat on the last row,?* he timidly confessed.* şişli escort ?And I would often times look the other way when you asked questions.* I tried my best to avoid your gaze.* I seldom listened to your lectures and never participated in the class discussions.?*I offered to buy him a cup of coffee.* He accepted.* We chatted.* We laughed at stories about his batch mates.* We talked about accomplishments.* I learned he just finished college and was applying for a job in my city.* He told me he still lived in the town where I had him in my class.* That is about 2 hours? drive from the shop we met, and from my place.It was only then we noticed it was couple of hours we?ve been sipping our coffees.* And that late at night, transportation to his place is already scarce.* I offered to let him have a sleepover in my place.* He readily accepted.I poured wine for us.* More talks.* More stories.* More laughter.I showed him the spare room.* I pointed where mecidiyeköy escort the shower is.* I then went to my bedroom.*But sooner before I could stand, he asked to sleep in my room for more stories and bonding.* I tried to refuse because I have never shared my bed with any boy yet!* But he was persistent, and in no time I gave in.He showed no trace of promiscuity.* He seemed to be straight.* So I felt relaxed with him on the bed.*He talked and babbled to no end on almost any subject.* I got tired with his jokes and narrations and dozed off.*I woke up though on a heavy and tight embrace.* He was all over me!* He was groping me all over!* And his lips were all over my body!*Shocked and frightened, I ordered him to stop.* But he continued on.* He was now breathing hard.* And he kept whispering he had a crush on me since he was a lad!* He explained that he looked forward to seeing me and making out with me.* And it has been a longing desire, an infatuation, and lust.* Now that he had the chance, he won?t let it pass, he declared.* ?It?s now or never,? he calmly said.I didn?t know what to do.* I could not respond.* I was lost in control, owing to the fact that I was awakened to something I am not familiar to.* He kissed my lips.* His were warm, soft, gentle but luscious.* His saliva was the sweetest I ever tasted.* His embrace was tight and sincere.* The more I gave in, the better it felt.* I can no longer hide and keep my arousal.* Never had I experience such feelings since my wife died almost 2 centuries ago!* I never expected nor imagined that a man would ever spark my sexual life again!* And here I am with a hard-on.* I started to shiver not from coldness but with joy of being ravished, assaulted, and sexually wanted ? by no less than a young man.*I gave in.* I let go off any inhibitions.* I started to enjoy and reciprocate.* I melted in his arms.* I returned his kisses.* I groaned with his bites.* My body started to dance in cadence to his moves.* I started to realize that sex with the same gender is not only gratifying but also fulfilling!