I want NileRed's bussy

I was sitting at the library, poring over a chemistry textbook, trying to make sense of the complex equations and molecular structures. At 43, I was a bit old to be learning this stuff, but I was determined to get my degree. As I flipped through the pages, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Having trouble, Uncle Ruckus?" a voice asked.

I turned to see NileRed, a young man in his early 30s, with a mischievous glint in his eye. He was known around campus for his unconventional teaching methods and his ability to make even the most difficult subjects seem easy.

"Hey NileRed," I said, trying to hide my frustration. "Yeah, I'm struggling with this chemistry stuff. It's like a foreign language to me."

NileRed pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. "Don't worry, Uncle. I'll help you out. But first, let's take a little break, shall we?"

Before I could protest, NileRed leaned in and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I was taken aback at first, but soon found myself responding to his passionate embrace. We made out like teenagers, right there in the library, not caring who might see us.

After a few minutes, NileRed broke the kiss and grinned at me. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah, chemistry."

He flipped through the textbook, stopping at a page on chemical reactions. "You know, Uncle, chemistry is a lot like s*x. It's all about combining elements to create something new and exciting."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? I never thought about it that way."

NileRed nodded. "Sure thing. Take this, for example." He pointed to a diagram of two molecules combining. "See how they come together and form a new compound? That's just like when two people have s*x. They come together and create something new and beautiful."

I had to admit, it was a pretty interesting way to look at it. NileRed continued, "And just like in chemistry, there are different types of reactions. Some are quick and explosive, while others are slow and sensual."

He leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear. "I bet you'd like to explore some of those reactions with me, wouldn't you Uncle?"

I felt my peepee twitch in my pants at the thought. "I…I don't know, NileRed. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

NileRed chuckled. "Don't worry, Uncle. We'll take it slow. Just let me show you what I mean."

He took my hand and led me to a secluded corner of the library, away from prying eyes. There, he began to undress me, his hands roaming over my body with a practiced touch. I gasped as he kissed my neck and chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin.

Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together. NileRed took my hand and guided it to his peepee, which was already hard and throbbing. "Feel how hard I am for you, Uncle," he whispered. "I want you so bad."

I stroked his peepee, marveling at how smooth and hot it felt in my hand. NileRed moaned and began to thrust into my fist, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I felt my own peepee hardening in response, aching to be touched.

NileRed seemed to sense my desire, and he dropped to his knees in front of me. He took my peepee into his mouth, his lips and tongue working magic on my sensitive flesh. I groaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he sucked me off.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, NileRed pulled away and stood up. He turned around and bent over, presenting his butt to me. "Come on, Uncle," he said, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Show me what you've got."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed his hips and positioned myself at his entrance, feeling his tight hole contracting around the tip of my peepee. With a swift thrust, I pushed inside him, groaning at the incredible sensation of his hot, tight flesh enveloping me.

NileRed cried out, his back arching as I began to move inside him. I started slowly, savoring the feeling of his body wrapped around mine. But soon, I was pounding into him with a ferocity I didn't know I had, my hips slapping against his butt as I drove myself deep inside him.

"Frick, Uncle," NileRed panted, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so good. Don't stop."

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I was lost in the heat and passion of the moment, consumed by the need to claim him, to make him mine. I reached around and grabbed his peepee, stroking it in time with my thrusts, feeling him twitch and throb in my hand.

NileRed came first, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. I felt his hole contract around my peepee, milking me for all I was worth. That was all it took to send me over the edge, and I came with a roar, filling him with my seed.

We collapsed together on the floor, panting and spent. NileRed turned to me and smiled, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "See, Uncle? I told you chemistry was fun."

I laughed and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. "You're right, NileRed. I think I'm going to enjoy learning from you."

And I did. Over the next few weeks, NileRed and I met up regularly in the library, exploring the many facets of our newfound passion. He taught me about different positions, about how to touch and tease and pleasure a man until he was begging for more.

But it wasn't just about the s*x. NileRed also helped me with my chemistry studies, explaining complex concepts in a way that made sense to me. With his help, I aced my exams and earned my degree.

And through it all, our relationship deepened. We became more than just frick buddies; we became friends, confidants, and lovers. I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, our bond forged in the heat of passion and the pursuit of knowledge.