Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2013 14:51:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jacob Esteban <jacob442011@ymail.com>
Subject: My Student James

My Student James
Part 1
by Jacob442011@ymail.com

For the longest time, I wondered about sucking a cock. But, it could not be
just any cock. I did not want to get a disease, and I did not want to give
my wife a disease or harm my family. So, in the darkness of my mind, I
fantasized. I wondered. I considered. Normally, when I was at the gym or
out and about, I was always drawn to women, magnetically. A hot woman
captivated me, held my attention. And yet, there were a few guys whose
cocks I thought about sucking, about tasting.

My wife lay back naked on the bedside, her breasts jiggling, her thick
nipples standing tall, as I thrust into her hot pussy.

Oh, yes, yes, oh yes! She was almost screaming, licking her lips, moaning.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, I moaned back, thrusting.

Yes! She yelled, pulling me to her, pulling my cock deeper inside with each
thrust.

Yes! I answered with my own yell, Oh God, Oh God, I cumming.

Yes yes! She yelled back, and we exploded together, thrusting, squirming,
melting into one another's arms.

Not much later, unbidden and by surprise, I saw the face of my student,
James. It had been a few years since he had taken my class, but I always
liked James. He was a nice guy, and he always seemed to have a certain
warmth toward me. We kept in touch occasionally on Facebook and via
email. He insisted on calling me Professor, event though I assured him that
he could call me by my first name. Sure, professor, he would reply with a
smile. James lived a couple of hours away, and I also knew and liked his
wife. James had invited me to stop by sometime, but it had not worked out.

James, I thought, has a cock that I would suck.

Later that week, I texted him that I would be passing through his time,
would he be free for lunch? Sure, he wrote back, sending me directions and
inviting me over for lunch. When I arrived, James smiled at me. Professor,
he said through his big grin, it's been a long time - good to see you! We
shook hands. Good to see you, James, I replied, glad to see him while also
wondering why I had bothered to stop by at all. Sure, I was passing through
town, but my wife thought I was at work, and I had to go about 2 hours out
of my way to "stop by."

What am I doing here? I thought to myself. Well, James was kind, and he was
smart, and I liked him. And, he was on the short list of men with cocks
that I would like to suck. But, how in the heck could I even bring that up?
What would his wife say? What would he say?

I asked him how she was as he led me to the table, and he said she was
good, but that she would not be back until tomorrow. Oh, I said, mouth
suddenly dry, what a shame.

Ah, well, no biggie, said James, placing a plate of food in front of me and
a beer.

We talked about jobs and college and life and what we are thankful for,
getting acquainted again. I had another beer, and then another. My belly
felt warm with the beer, and I thought of James naked and felt
butterflies. Our conversation drifted here and there.

James, can I ask you something private? Sure Professor, he replied, sipping
beer.

Well, you studied psychology, right?

I did, he said.

Well... and this is between you and me, okay?

James nodded, and I continued.

Well, I said, I wonder, is it normal for people to be bisexual to some
degree? I mean, a little bit, because, I thought I had read that somewhere,
and I just wondered.

James held my gaze, and he smiled again at me. Sure professor, that's
true. There is a scale, Kelley, Kinsey, something like that, that measures
on a continuum whether people are gay or straight or some mix of the
two. Why?

Well, I swallowed hard and stared at the salt shaker, I've been
wondering... having thoughts... wondering about men.

Oh, James said, his expression hard to read.

I mean, I stammered, just once in awhile, because I love women, and I love
my wife, but, I don't know, it's weird, but I wonder if you have any
insight. My cheeks reddened, burning.

Hmmm, James said, thoughtfully.

Then, he suddenly stood. Excuse me professor. I'll be back in a minute.

Oh no, I thought, I've offended him.

James stepped around the table, turned on the TV, and handed me his
remote. Here - relax - I'll be back in a few minutes. With that, he
disappeared. Great, I thought. What am I doing, admitting this to
him. True, I like James, and I like how he seems to look up to me, and how
he calls me Professor. But, this must have crossed a line. Why else would
he just leave for a few minutes? He needed to get away, away from his
creepy college professor who was talking to him about having secret
thoughts of liking men. Jesus.

Maybe he's going to the bathroom, I thought, sitting on the couch and
flipping the channels. I did not hear anything, and then after a few
minutes, I heard the faint sound of water running, as if in a shower. What
is he doing? I wondered, flipping nervously from CNN to Fox to Discovery.

Ah, that's better, James said, walking in a few minutes later, wearing a
thick robe. You can't beat a hot shower, he concluded.

So, what were you thinking about men, Professor? James continued casually,
picking up where we'd left off, sitting on the couch and facing part way
toward me and part way toward the TV. I shifted so I was facing part way
toward him, too.

Uh... well, I said, then cleared my throat.

James smiled in response, shifting on the couch.

When James moved, his robe dropped part-way open, revealing his semi-hard
cock nestled atop his round, hairy balls.

Jesus, I murmured softly, staring.

James smiled, leaned back, stretched his arms backward and up, causing the
robe to open further, revealing James's bare belly and more of his naked
cock, balls, and inner thighs. James's cock thickened and began to rise,
and I could not take my eyes off it.

I licked my lips.

See something you like, Professor? James asked through his grin, pulling
his robe open and sliding it off so that he was sitting before me on the
couch, completely naked.

I licked my lips again.

Would you like to suck it, Professor?

Yes, I said softly.

What's that?

Yes, I said louder.

Would you like to worship it, Professor?

I would, I said seriously, unconsciously reaching out to touch it.

Ah ah ah, James said quickly, blocking my hand. Hold on a minute, he said
firmly. You need to get your clothes off, first.

My mind was in overdrive, and my thoughts were a fog, but with shaking
hands, I stripped naked before him, afraid I would fall over.

That's a good professor, James said with approval. Now, first, I want you
to touch it, then bow before it, then ask me if you can suck it.

I reached out and touched it, hand trembling, on my knees, naked before my
former student, lightly brushing his twitching cock, his one-eyed snake.

Now Professor, show respect, bow your head.

I bowed my head and licked my lips. What was I doing? I was naked on my
knees before another naked man. Insanity!

Now, said James, shifting himself on the couch so he sat up, his cock
bouncing a little and then standing tall in front of me.

Lick it, James ordered, like a popsicle.

I started at the base, and licked up to the head. James had a clean,
freshly showered smell, and his cock was warm. I licked it up and down, up
and down. James moaned as I tongued the underside of his cockhead.

Now, suck it, he said, placing one of my hands on his balls while guiding
his cock into my mouth. I began to suck and tongue his cock head while
caressing James's balls.

Oh Jesus, was this happening? Was I really sucking my student's cock?

There was a little bit of salty taste to the cock head, and I licked and
worshipped the cock lovingly, feeling the odd sensation of James hands on
my head, holding it lightly, guiding my head while caressing my ears and
scalp. I licked and sucked harder and James began to move my head in and
out, in and out. Oooh yeah, James said, shifting to feed me more of his
cock.

Suck it Professor, that's it, take it you cocksucker! James exclaimed,
getting more excited.

My neck was getting tired, so I paused thrusting my head onto his cock,
placing his cockhead onto my tongue and lips while while pumping his cock
with my hand. I was worried that he did not like it was a well, but he
seemed to approve by his smiles and happy groans.

That's it Professor, that's it, my cocksucker, James told me, his hands
caressing my scalp and ears.

I was doing it, I was sucking a cock! Lust fog enveloped me and all I could
think about was James's cock, the snake god, that I was tonguing and
sucking and stroking and worshipping.

I know not how long later, James's body began to tense up, to tighten.

Go Professor, Go, Go! James shouted.

I thrust my head back onto the cock as fast as I could, caressing the
testicles while sucking and pumping my lips and tongue in and out, in and
out, sucking James's beautiful cock.


Don't quit! Don't quit! Keep guh guh guh going!...


Suddenly, James's cock exploded in blast of warm, salty cum! And another
squirt! And another!

I gagged as James grabbed my ears and buried his cock in my throat, and I
gagged again as I swallowed cum. There was too much, and some dripped out
onto my lips as James's hips trembled. Ahhhhh, he sighed happily as he
finished feeding me his yummy sausage and salty cum. He stood up, hands on
the back of my head, slowly directly me to milk out the last of his cum. I
tried to look up into his face, and it looked like his eyes were closed and
he was smiling, his bare belly and naked body overshadowing me.

Sometime later, James's hands fell away. He reached up with a finger and
wiped a dribble of cum off my chin.

My God, Professor, that was fun. So, what do you think about men now?

***

End Part 1 of "My Student James"
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