Mr. Peterson 2
6:30 the next morning found me leaning my bicycle against Mr. Peterson's garage. I still had the list of chores that he had drawn up for me and decided to just get to work. The sooner I finished the day's chores the sooner Mr. Peterson could continue with his "lessons".
I rounded the house and saw Mr. Peterson sitting on the back porch. "Good Morning Sean, do you drink coffee?" My face felt like it was going to split open I was smiling so hard, "Good Morning Mr. Peterson, yes I do drink coffee!" "I still have the sheet you wrote up yesterday sir, I was just going to get started, the sooner I start the sooner I get finished." Mr. Peterson laughed, "I think I know what is on your mind, and its a good idea to get started early." As he stood, I noticed that his robe was not tied in any way, hanging open and giving me a good glance at his penis, which made me feel warm and funny inside, I watched him walk inside before I got down to work.
I threw myself into the work, determined to get as much done as possible. Before I knew it, Mr. Peterson was there to tell me it was time for lunch. A quick sandwich and a beer and I was back to work. The day just flew by and, as I put away the tools I had been using, I began to get butterflies in my stomach thinking about what was about to happen.
Mr. Peterson was waiting for me in the kitchen, and just pointed towards the shower. I followed his instructions, tossing my clothes in the washer before getting myself all squeaky clean in the shower. I walked back into the kitchen, naked as the day I was born, and blushed as Mr. Peterson let out a whistle. "Looking good Sean, feels nice to just walk around naked doesn't it?" My eyes glued to his penis, I agreed with him.
"Lets go ahead and go to the bedroom, that way we don't have to interrupt anything by moving to a different room." With that said Mr. Peterson walked back towards his bedroom, with me hot on his heels. My entire body tingled with anticipation for what was about to happen and I could barely stand still as I watched Mr. Peterson sit back against the headboard. I climbed onto the bed and laid on my stomach between his legs, my face mere inches from his crotch. I reached forward and gently took his penis in my hand and began to stroke. My entire world narrowed down to the bed and Mr. Peterson. I leaned forward and licked the first drop of pre-cum as it appeared, before taking the head in my mouth. As I enjoyed the taste and feel of Mr. Peterson's cock in my mouth, he began to run his fingers through my hair and rub my shoulders.
After a few minutes Mr. Peterson pulled me off his cock and rolled me onto my back. He then reached over me, his cock pressing into my body, and grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the bedside table. I shivered as he dribbled the oil down my body. Mr. Peterson grinned at my reaction and began to slowly rub the oil into my chest and stomach. As he massaged the oil into my entire body he talked about how sex can be slow and sensual, a delight in the entire body. I lost track of time as he massaged me from head to toe, to this day I can hardly remember him gently rolling over onto my stomach.
He started with my feet and legs and began to work his way up my body. As he oiled my bottom he rubbed his fingers along my crack, getting it nice and slippery. I felt him straddle my lower body as his hands slowly rubbed their way up my back. As he worked his way upwards I began to feel his cock rub against my ass. I u*********sly wiggled my rear as he moved his hips. With his hard cock resting along my crack he continued to massage my back. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing up and down along my butt was making me moan into the bed. He rubbed my shoulders, neck and arms before sliding himself back down to rub my bottom some more. This time he was much more thorough in rubbing each cheek and pouring more oil all over my butt. He gently spread my legs apart and knelt between them as he began to probe between my cheeks with his fingers. I gasped as I felt his fingers rub oil into my hole. He kept at my hole until I was well lubed. I felt him shift his weight but didn't know what was happening until I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack, pausing to press against my hole each time.
Then it happened. He began pressing harder against my hole and it began to open. The head of his cock slipped past my ring and I hissed in pain. He paused and told me to relax and it will begin to feel good. He took his time as he pushed himself into me, but eventually I felt his hips pressing against my ass. I couldn't think, could only feel as he buried his entire cock inside me. I felt him move as he laid down on my back and whispered in my ear "your ass is incredible Sean, you feel so good". I couldn't imagine it feeling any better until I felt him begin to slowly pull back. Unable to speak I groaned loudly as he began to get into a rhythm of in and out.
I don't know how many times I shot into the sheets while he took my virginity but I knew that I would be doing this again. While I was unable to speak Mr. Peterson said over and over how much he had wanted to fuck me and how often he was going to fuck me from now on. His pace quickened and he really began to pound me. "Cumming", he groaned as he drove his whole cock deep inside me. He laid down on me, resting a moment before pulling out and laying down next to me.
I snuggled up next to him and said, "Mr. Peterson that was the greatest thing I have ever done." He reassured me that we would be doing it as often as we could. We rested a bit but spent the rest of the afternoon in a flurry of sex, and I did make sure that he shot at least one time in my mouth.
Little did I know but the next few years would be the best years of my life.
I rounded the house and saw Mr. Peterson sitting on the back porch. "Good Morning Sean, do you drink coffee?" My face felt like it was going to split open I was smiling so hard, "Good Morning Mr. Peterson, yes I do drink coffee!" "I still have the sheet you wrote up yesterday sir, I was just going to get started, the sooner I start the sooner I get finished." Mr. Peterson laughed, "I think I know what is on your mind, and its a good idea to get started early." As he stood, I noticed that his robe was not tied in any way, hanging open and giving me a good glance at his penis, which made me feel warm and funny inside, I watched him walk inside before I got down to work.
I threw myself into the work, determined to get as much done as possible. Before I knew it, Mr. Peterson was there to tell me it was time for lunch. A quick sandwich and a beer and I was back to work. The day just flew by and, as I put away the tools I had been using, I began to get butterflies in my stomach thinking about what was about to happen.
Mr. Peterson was waiting for me in the kitchen, and just pointed towards the shower. I followed his instructions, tossing my clothes in the washer before getting myself all squeaky clean in the shower. I walked back into the kitchen, naked as the day I was born, and blushed as Mr. Peterson let out a whistle. "Looking good Sean, feels nice to just walk around naked doesn't it?" My eyes glued to his penis, I agreed with him.
"Lets go ahead and go to the bedroom, that way we don't have to interrupt anything by moving to a different room." With that said Mr. Peterson walked back towards his bedroom, with me hot on his heels. My entire body tingled with anticipation for what was about to happen and I could barely stand still as I watched Mr. Peterson sit back against the headboard. I climbed onto the bed and laid on my stomach between his legs, my face mere inches from his crotch. I reached forward and gently took his penis in my hand and began to stroke. My entire world narrowed down to the bed and Mr. Peterson. I leaned forward and licked the first drop of pre-cum as it appeared, before taking the head in my mouth. As I enjoyed the taste and feel of Mr. Peterson's cock in my mouth, he began to run his fingers through my hair and rub my shoulders.
After a few minutes Mr. Peterson pulled me off his cock and rolled me onto my back. He then reached over me, his cock pressing into my body, and grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the bedside table. I shivered as he dribbled the oil down my body. Mr. Peterson grinned at my reaction and began to slowly rub the oil into my chest and stomach. As he massaged the oil into my entire body he talked about how sex can be slow and sensual, a delight in the entire body. I lost track of time as he massaged me from head to toe, to this day I can hardly remember him gently rolling over onto my stomach.
He started with my feet and legs and began to work his way up my body. As he oiled my bottom he rubbed his fingers along my crack, getting it nice and slippery. I felt him straddle my lower body as his hands slowly rubbed their way up my back. As he worked his way upwards I began to feel his cock rub against my ass. I u*********sly wiggled my rear as he moved his hips. With his hard cock resting along my crack he continued to massage my back. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing up and down along my butt was making me moan into the bed. He rubbed my shoulders, neck and arms before sliding himself back down to rub my bottom some more. This time he was much more thorough in rubbing each cheek and pouring more oil all over my butt. He gently spread my legs apart and knelt between them as he began to probe between my cheeks with his fingers. I gasped as I felt his fingers rub oil into my hole. He kept at my hole until I was well lubed. I felt him shift his weight but didn't know what was happening until I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack, pausing to press against my hole each time.
Then it happened. He began pressing harder against my hole and it began to open. The head of his cock slipped past my ring and I hissed in pain. He paused and told me to relax and it will begin to feel good. He took his time as he pushed himself into me, but eventually I felt his hips pressing against my ass. I couldn't think, could only feel as he buried his entire cock inside me. I felt him move as he laid down on my back and whispered in my ear "your ass is incredible Sean, you feel so good". I couldn't imagine it feeling any better until I felt him begin to slowly pull back. Unable to speak I groaned loudly as he began to get into a rhythm of in and out.
I don't know how many times I shot into the sheets while he took my virginity but I knew that I would be doing this again. While I was unable to speak Mr. Peterson said over and over how much he had wanted to fuck me and how often he was going to fuck me from now on. His pace quickened and he really began to pound me. "Cumming", he groaned as he drove his whole cock deep inside me. He laid down on me, resting a moment before pulling out and laying down next to me.
I snuggled up next to him and said, "Mr. Peterson that was the greatest thing I have ever done." He reassured me that we would be doing it as often as we could. We rested a bit but spent the rest of the afternoon in a flurry of sex, and I did make sure that he shot at least one time in my mouth.
Little did I know but the next few years would be the best years of my life.
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