Nervous Young Man

I hugged him, asked him to follow me upstairs, and led him to my playroom. I have been a teacher before, so I knew I would have lots of fun but probablyno orgasms. Once in my playroom, he disrobed eagerly, with no help from me. I watched close by in a kneeling position, so a single caress of his thigh with my gloved hand was all it took to encourage him to put his dick into my mouth.
His beautiful dick felt so good in my mouth that no candy could compete with the sensation. I used my hands to encourage him to use his hips to pump his dick in my mouth but no matter how much I coaxed him, a weak rhythmic motion was his only response. I asked if he would prefer to skip the foreplay, get on the bed, and fuck. He responded without words by jumping up onto the bed, into a kneeling position.
He lifted my blue-metallic miniskirt to find my blue tattoo-pattern pantihose and purple panties, both equipped with open bottoms. My eager body was begging to receive him. I told him the location of the lubricant, which he slathered on my bottom instead of applying it to his dick. I felt his dick awkwardly probing between my cheeks, and although it felt good, I was anxious to have him inside me. In a soft voice, I directed him to his target, then, with a single motion, he slid his dick smoothly inside me till I felt his balls touch my bottom.
He began fucking me with uncertain, hesitating, and awkward strokes. I was having a lot of fun, delighting in his inexperience and how fast he was learning. He had told me he had never had sex with a man before, but I now knew he was a virgin. I used my body position and movement to enhance the sex for him. I changed my body position to give him the best angle for the deepest penetration, and I tried to synchronize my movement with his uncertain strokes.
He fucked me for about 15 minutes when I sensed a change. His strokes were stronger, deeper, and more confident. I felt his hands grip my hips tight and firm, and his thrusts became more purposeful. His subconscious instinct to breed was taking control of his body. Fucking me was no longer an unnatural act he had merely agreed to; it was becoming as natural as breathing.