Linguistics
The new year was never an exciting time for Alan. Christmas had just passed and the frivolity of the festive season felt like an age away. To make matters worse, this new year was the first time he had been single in the last decade and he just wasn't sure if he still had what it takes to attract someone.
He had tried the apps, to no joy, and he wasn't sure he was an NSA sort of guy. So, to give himself something else to keep him occupied, he signed up to a beginners course in Japanese. The class was daunting as Alan didn't have much confidence to make friends and everyone seemed to know someone in the class.
Then in walked Mr Best, the teacher for the 12 week course. Alan felt that "je ne sais qua" that he had lost from being in a long term relationship. Mr Best was the epitome of perfection to Alan, he was about 6 feet tall, had a rugby build yet still had a tummy on show. He walked with an aura of confidence, sported a relatively thick beard and spoke with a really deep voice.
"Konbanwa" exclaimed Mr Best, Alan and his classmates were unsure what that meant. It must've been a greeting as Alan was aware of the word Konnichiwa which he knew to be a greeting. "That means good evening" ushered Mr Best, who had obviously seen that the majority were bamboozled at the word he had used.
Sensei, for they had learned that this was Japanese for teacher, had taught them the basics including the words for yes and no. At the end of the class he went through a roll call expecting each student to reply "Hai" and when it came Alan's turn to respond he could barely croak out the response. The word was there but it didn't want to come out. Mr Best acknowledged the weak response and continued on with the rest of the roll call.
Alan was disappointed in himself, he had wanted to make a good impression – maybe even try to flirt a little even though he wasn't sure if he was gay or not. As class drew to a close and his fellow students left, Alan was surprised when he heard his name being called by Mr Best. "Can I have a minute?" he asked, starting a multitude of possibilities rampaging through Alan's mind. "Sure" he responded, uncertain of what was about to transpire.
He had packed his bag and noticed that it was only him and sensei left in the room. "I think you may be struggling. Is there any way I can help?" he asked. Alan was thinking of a response when he noticed what felt like a finger brushing lightly against his arm. Was he imagining it? Was it just wishful thinking?
Nervously he responded, "I want to do really well in this class, I'm just nervous." Mr Best grabbed Alan's hand reassuringly stating, "I want all my students to succeed and I will be here for you should you need." Listening to the baritone overture of his voice and looking into his eyes had rekindled a memory in Alan – Mr Best was familiar, he had seen him on the apps.
Alan thanked Mr Best and took his leave from the classroom. As he was about to close the door, Alan swung round, having somehow gained courage to produce the next sentence – "Would you like to go for coffee?" A wave of nausea flushed over him as it felt like forever before a response was given – "Sure, I'm free now, if you'd like?". Free now, nausea turned to excitement which in turn incited anxiousness. He couldn't understand why he was having these feelings when they were only going for coffee.
Mr Best locked up the classroom and the pair began to walk down from the 4th floor to the entrance. As they descended the stairs Mr Best broke the silence – "My name is Tony, by the way. No need to address me as Mr Best." It was only a name, yet it felt that there was a connection beginning to form other than student / teacher. Alan nodded to Tony before finally saying "Nice to meet you, Tony". This made both men laugh as it felt a little formal, after all they already had introduced themselves, albeit in class.
As the made their way through the foyer, Tony was staring at Alan. He knew that Alan was 40 but he looked younger, that may have been linked with his shaven head – perhaps a number 2 all over – or even the attempt at a beard, one that wasn't as full as his but was the best that Alan could achieve. Tony couldn't help but notice the light blue eyes which seemed much more alert now that class was over, they could draw you in, if you weren't careful. He noted that Alan was, what some would call, overweight but he carried it well and it was the body shape that Tony was most attracted to. Alan wore dark colours so it was hard to ascertain what else he looked like or what package he may be carrying. "Tony!?" he heard, "Are you OK?" asked Alan as it turned out he had been speaking and Tony's fixation meant he had missed what Alan had been saying.
Alan glanced at his watch, realised it was 9PM and had been telling his new acquaintance that they would be hard pressed to find a coffee shop open that late. Though why wasn't Tony responding? Had he zoned out or something. A quick retort of his name brought Tony back to the conversation at hand – "Sorry" he said, "Was just lost in thought". Alan assured him that this was OK but that he wasn't sure they could find somewhere suitable at that time of night. Sheepishly Alan announced, "I am only a few streets away. You could always come to mine?" – he was taking another risk, would this one also work out in his favour. A resounding "Yes!" from Tony confirmed that luck was on his side and Alan asked Tony to follow him.
It took less than five minutes for the pair to arrive at Alan's home. It was a modest two storey, two bedroom terraced house with a bay window. Alan unlocked the door, opening it and welcomed Tony in. As they entered the home, it sprung to life as the smart lights kicked in from detecting their presence. "Fancy" uttered Tony as Alan offered to take his coat, which was hung up alongside his own in the hall, and offered a drink. Tony was looking around at all the things in the living room – it was a chamber of geekdom, action figures from floor to ceiling, all manner of video games accompanying the large screen TV on the wall. He was taken aback by the collection while somewhat impressed by what Alan had collected. Tony asked abut the collection as Alan made his way towards the kitchen to fetch the drinks – "I've been collecting for years" said Alan as Tony thought about how impressive it was.
Alan stood at the sink, filling the kettle to make Tony the coffee he had offered him. The conversation was going well, he thought, and Tony seemed to be taking an interest in Alan's collection. The kitchen door hadn't been fully closed so Alan was unaware that Tony was approaching him, he had gone quiet but this was put down to the collection being looked at. As Alan placed the kettle back on it's stand, he felt a hand on his right shoulder and another wrapping around his belly from his left hand side. He could feel the warmth of Tony's breath against his neck as he whispered "Are we really here for coffee?" before proceeding to kiss his neck.
Each tantalising kiss shot shivers down Alan's spine while Tony's fingers had loosened Alan's t-shirt from it's tucked in position. Tony's large hand was on Alan's belly, he let out a gasp as he spun his head and body around – there was touchdown! Their lips had locked and it felt so good, it felt as if there was popping candy on his lips as they quivered with excitement. It wasn't long before the two men were exchanging tongues while their hands were moving around each others body. Somehow Alan had been able to loosen a few buttons on the shirt Tony was wearing. His fingers crept into the newly made opening to discover a nice little bush of chest hair. Still kissing, Alan felt two hands on his buttocks as they gripped them, pulling him upwards towards Tony, bringing them even closer as Alan's hands returned to embrace Tony.
What had felt like mere seconds, transpired to have been a few minutes once they had been able to pull themselves apart. As they each opened their eyes, they saw each other in a different light and they instinctively knew where things were headed. Alan stretched out his hand, as Tony did they same, they met in the middle as their fingers intertwined, connecting to become one allowing Alan to become the leader, moving through the living room and in to the hall. Stopping momentarily to lock the door to ensure there would be no interruptions before making their way up stairs, turning left twice and entering a bedroom. "OK, bedroom lights on" commanded Alan as the dark room was enveloped in a dim warm light, Tony was slipping out of his shoes and reach for his shirt when Alan gestured for him to stop.
Alan took over, undoing each button on the shirt, revealing more of the bush and introducing a much firmer body than he had imagined. A quick tug on the shirt pull it out from it's tucked position as Alan's hands moved to the collar and with one swift action, the shirt was off, revealing that stocky build that had turned Alan into a bumbling idiot in class. He moved his head towards Tony's chest and at the last second made a last second decision to snuggle into his armpit instead. It was warm and moist, there was a musk which drove Alan wild. He had to taste it as he kissed the pit and then licked it, prompting Tony to moan in pleasure – "How did he know that gets me" he thought as Alan kept kissing the pit before moving to the chest and then to the...
How did he miss that? He couldn't recall Alan's hands being down and undoing his belt or his trousers. Nevertheless it had happened because Alan had swiftly moved from kissing his chest to pulling down Tony's trousers and underwear, revealing his excited cock which then disappeared into Alan's mouth. It felt like a lifetime since he had tasted a plump hard cock. It felt like a new experience, one that his mouth and tongue wanted to take advantage of. His tongue massaged Tony's foreskin, managing to caress his head in the process before pulling the skin back as far as he could to get the full head exposed to his tongue. Tony was shaking with excitement, the pleasure he was gaining from this blowjob was intense but the feeling was reducing, what was happening. He opened his eyes, looked down to see Alan pushing the trouser legs down to the floor. He grabbed the right leg and pulled it out of the trouser, followed closely by the left. Alan stood up, kissed Tony and ordered him to lie on the bed.
Tony liked being ordered around a little, but Alan still had too many clothes on. So he grabbed Alan's hands and helped him up from his kneeling position before pinning him against the wall. Tony had been able to position Alan's hands in a way that enabled him to use one hand to keep him restrained while the other fumbled at the clothes. The belt buckle was easily undone one handed, the tricky part was the button fly jeans which tool what felt ages to free allowing the garment to fall to the floor leaving Alan left with just his t-shirt, boxers and socks on. Tony let Alan free so he could use both hands to scoop under the t-shirt to lift it up over Alan's head to reveal a pebbledash of chest hair. As the shirt was lifted, Tony took the opportunity to inhale Alan's aroma while biting as his adams apple causing a shout out of pleasure.
With the t-shirt removed, all that was left to do was to remove the underwear so Tony forced Alan onto the bed face first. He grabbed at the waist of the boxers but due to how Alan had landed, he was having trouble removing them. Tony tugged again and he heard a cracking sound as the waist became separated from the rest of the garment. "Do it!" exclaimed Alan, his voice had deepened, sounded angrier (but in a good way) which encouraged Tony to try again. Another tug, another rip – this time the seam had separated at the cheeks so much that Tony was able to get a couple of fingers in from each hand, grabbed each side and pulled as hard as he could. Another loud crack echoed though the bedroom as the underwear lay in tatters with Alan's arse exposed to the wind. Instinct kicked in for Tony who did not hesitate in burying his head into the newly exposed rear.
"Whoa!" thought Alan, for it had been a while since he had been rimmed but it was nice. He could feel Tony's soft beard against his cheeks while his tongue was licking up and down looking for the right spot to enable a deeper rim. Alan shuffled back on the bed, arched his back and used one had to assist in parting the cheeks to give Tony better access. It was enough, the tip had found the target and boy was it good as Tony flicked it, making it slap across the hole in different combinations – all making Alan moan. Tony pulled back for a second to get a quick breath, placed his thumb in his mouth to lube it up before returning it to the target spot. He pushed, the hole felt tight as if it were resisting his advances yet he could hear the moans from Alan telling him that it was pleasurable. Back and forward he went, returning the thumb to his mouth every now and again to make sure it remained moist. On the third try he was able to get the thumb in, right up as far as he could. Alan pushed up as he moaned at the moment of penetration as he used his left hand to point in the direction of a drawer.
The drawer was close enough to Tony to allow him to keep his thumb in Alan's ass while looking to see what was in said drawer. As he slide the drawer open he noticed a number of toys, some lube and a box of PrEP. Tony pulled out the lube, a small pump action bottle which enabled him to extract some without removing the attention he was giving with his thumb. He put the lube on his cock and pulled it back and forth a few times to ensure maximum coverage. Pumping a little more onto his hand, Tony removed his thumb and covered it in lube before going back to the ass to ensure it was covered. He pushed the thumb in and out several times causing Alan to throw his head back and moan in pleasure. One last press from the thumb, as deep as it could go was enough to ensure the ass was ready for what came next.
Tony, lubed and ready, lined his cock up with Alan's hole. He pulled his foreskin back as he pushed forward, into Alan's now looser arse. "Fuuuuuucccckkk!!!" proclaimed Alan as Tony pushed deeper still. He slowly withdrew his cock before sliding it in again. Back and forward, over and over, getting faster each time causing Alan to moan at ever increasing volume intensities. "Do you want sensei's load?" asked Tony even though it felt strange to say. "Hai, Sensei" responded Alan, confident in the little language he had picked up and confident that he was experiencing a great ride.
Tony thrusted harder and faster than before, he knew he was not going to last much longer. He was reaching the climax point when Alan's ass began to twitch and spasm. Tony wasn't sure what was going on but Alan had assured him to keep going. He followed the advice given as he felt the build-up, so much so that as he ejaculated, he roared "Fuckity Fuck Fuck!" at the same time that Alan asserted that he was feeling each and every squirt of cum that Tony was pumping into him. The both ushered a deep sigh of exhaustion as Tony fully withdrew as his once erect cock was returning to it's flaccid state. As Tony looked on, Alan turned over revealing that the contractions felt by Tony was the result of Alan ejaculating from fucking alone.
Alan cleaned up the bed, allowing Tony to lie down for a moment. On his return to the bedroom, Alan pulled up beside Tony and the pulled each other closer for an embrace. They both knew that Tony should leave but neither wanted the night to end. As they lay and cuddled, the smart house turned off the lights as per it's timer but the pair did not notice as they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. Where their adventure would take them would need to wait for another story.