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The timid panting of the young man beneath me was stifled by the pillow his glistening fingers clung to as I rhythmically impaled him with a passionate dedication. Despite his best attempts to be quiet he would*let out a little moan now and again that caused a delectable twitching deep in my lower abdomen and I would counter the sensation by taking a deep breath and turning my face up toward the dark ceiling before focusing once more on my thrusts. I myself was far too disciplined to let so much as the tiniest whimper escape my lips, ecstatic though the moment was, but my ears never tired of the music made by a lover in the throes of sexual delight. I fucked the way I had been fucked and it seemed to meet with the young man's approval. He had been a neophyte to the world of sodomy until I came along and defiled him. What is more, he had taken an instant liking to it, which pleased me greatly for it ensured a more or less reliable source of full sex, something I could not in good conscience demand of my female students. I say more or less because Stefan and I had our respective flatmates to take into consideration, and intercourse of the Greek variety tends to take longer and calls for a much greater level of privacy than the odd stolen moment of oral or manual stimulation. Much to our wicked delight, Stefan?s flatmate was to be out of town for at least two days, so I spent the night at his place and, needless to say, we did very little sleeping. An indubitable hint of adolescent excitement filled the little room Anadolu Yakası Escort that evening and we shagged like rabbits, only stopping to rest now and again. Stefan was not as ostensibly handsome as Christian, but he was pretty in a boyish sort of way. As had been the case with Christian, I felt no desire to kiss him, though I suspected I might be swayed to behave more affectionately toward him once I?d got a few drinks in me. The next day being a Friday, we both had class in the morning and thus were limited to coffee, but I made a mental note of introducing alcohol into the equation when the next opportunity presented itself. Nevertheless, we managed to extract plenty of enjoyment out of one another, sober though we were, before giving over to sleep sometime around midnight. I dreamt of Katharina. Of making mad passionate love to her in her grand bed, just as I would when we next met. Her every touch, embrace and kiss radiated a warmth that was at once maternal and evocative. I would mention the dream in my next letter to her, for I knew it would please her to read it. It was still dark when I resurfaced to consciousness and the sensation of Stefan gently grinding his backside against my cock, which I realised was as stiff as a board. His movements were so subtle that they might almost have been mistaken for unconscious, though the hand that reached back and took hold of my erection did so with a most definite intent. I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan still tight despite being so thoroughly abused mere hours ago, and he moaned softly. I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon and hung faintly in the air. A cool breeze blew in through the open window and with it the unfathomable stillness of the sleeping city outside, cautioning those few who dared stir at such an hour not to disturb its slumber. Sometimes the necessity to be quiet can be a nuisance, but at that moment I found it highly stimulating and it only made my arousal all the more intense. Perhaps Stefan was feeling the same thing. Perhaps not. Either way, the fact remained that he clearly wanted to be fucked and I?d be damned if I wasn?t going to oblige. ?Are you sore?? I whispered as I tentatively explored his back passage with my fingertips. He arched his back like the most content of cats and shook his head. ?No,? he added sleepily, his fingers closing more tightly around my shaft. ?You sure?? I asked and slipped my middle finger into him. He turned his head and gave me the most provocative grin imaginable, as if to say ?go on, I dare you.? Which brings us back to the muffled sounds of laboured breathing. Stefan turned out to be a natural at the art of being fucked quietly when the occasion called for it (which it usually Escort Anadolu Yakası did). I held out until I heard the barely audible but unmistakeable sounds of his climax and was rewarded by the most delicious twitching and tightening around my manhood. This, naturally, was all it took to elicit a mind-numbing orgasm from me and before his moans had died down I was depositing stream after stream of my essence deep inside him.* * * * * The sweltering heat is getting to us all, students and professors alike, but somehow we make it through the day. Dying of thirst, I readily agree to go out for a few beers with a handful of the more amicable fellows in my class, one of whom is celebrating his twenty-third birthday, and I invite Stefan along. He positively beams when I introduce him as ?my friend? and the guys welcome him as one of their own straightaway. The eight of us settle around a table at the back of a smoky tavern and the first round of drinks arrives, followed by the second, the fourth, the sixth? I am pleased to see Stefan engaged in conversation with my classmates and enjoying himself. From time to time he?ll look over at me and his eyes will linger on mine before we turn our attention back to the chatter at the table, which is growing rowdier with each new round the waitress brings. I?m enjoying myself and it appears he is as well, but the stolen glances are abundant throughout the evening. I know I am not the only one looking forward to retreating to the quiet room and picking up where we left off in the morning. It?s past ten now, we?re all at various stages of drunkenness and the first part of the evening is drawing to a close. A couple of the guys have trains to catch the next morning, so we bid them goodnight and the young man who is now officially a year older invites the rest of us back to his place to continue the festivities.