Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 14:01:52 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: training-the prof-8

I hope you are enjoying this semi-autobiographical tale.  Comments, if
any, to kittyh55@hotmail.com with `Harte' in the message head.

Part 9

Jon Roberts was wandering across the campus when he bumped into
his tutor.
	`Hi.  How you doing?'
	`Fine' responded Julian, careful not to give more away than he
had already.
	`Fancy a drink in the Students' Union?'
	`Bit busy at the moment.'
	`Aw, go on.  I fancy a chat, big boy.  In any case you can buy
me a beer.'

It was late afternoon and the bar was largely deserted save for three
gloomy alcoholics drinking their way to failure.  He bought Jon Roberts
a beer.  For himself he had a small glass of white wine; Miss had
forbidden him such a masculine outlet as beer.

Jon led him over to a deserted table at the far end of the bar.
	`We all enjoyed your show at the party' grinned Jon, sinking half
his pint at a single swallow, `especially my girl-friend.  She reckons you
have got a bigger prick than me.  Mind you I told her that would be no
use to her.  You are gay, aren't you?'
	`Yes.'  Julian had never hidden that from his students.
	`So do you fancy me?'
	`Even if I did Jon I wouldn't.  I don't mess with my own
students.'
	`That is not what I hear' snapped Jon, `so don't do the moral
superior on me.  As it happens I am bi, and I fancy using you.'

Julian rose and was about to give the lad a swift rebuttal when Jon
ordered him to sit, or else.  Julian subsided back onto the hard plastic
chair.
	`That is better, cock-sucker.  I'll tell you when you can go.  Who
do you think got those pics off your pc for Maria?  Me!  So don't get
on your high-horse with me.'
	`Sorry' Julian muttered.  `What do you want?'
	`I'm giving a party on Saturday for a few of the lads from the
rugby club.  And I want you there to serve the drinks.'  He handed
Julian a slip of paper with an address off campus on it.  `Don't wear
anything too special, as you may end up rather wet by the end of the
night; they are dirty drinkers when they get going.'
	`I'm sorry, I can't' and Julian gave some spurious excuse off the
top of his head.
	`You don't have any choice big boy, or do you want me to
circulate that pic of you licking arse?  No, I thought not!  So be there at
eight.  And don't be late!  And with that he finished his pint and left.

The terraced house was one of those lettings in a run-down part of town
much favoured by rowdy male students.  It consisted of three small
bedrooms and two main rooms with a kitchen and bathroom extension
on the ground floor.  The front room had been cleared away, furniture
moved to the walls.  A disc-player pumped out mind-numbing music.
Already three or four of the rugby team were sprawled on the two sofas.
It was clear they had been drinking since the game.

Jon led Julian through to the backroom where a primitive bar had been
set-up.  Ten large cans of beer lay unopened, three more empties had
been chucked on the floor.
	`You don't drink beer anymore, do you.'
	`No.'
	`No problem.  We have plenty of plonk for the girls.  You can
have a glass of that.  All you have to do is fill em up when they run out,
and collect and wash the dirty glasses from time to time.'  And with that
he left him to it.

Over the next hour the place filled up, so much so that some of the guys
spilt over into the back room.  And soon Julian was busy replenishing
their glasses, much to the lads' amusement.
	`Another pint, big boy' was their regular cry.

Another hour and the beer had nearly run out.  Julian went to find Jon to
warn him.  He found him on the sofa with his hand all over his girl
friend's tits.  In another corner of the room another couple were so far
gone that the lad had his hands right up the girl's skirt and was
obviously playing with her cunt.  His presence caused woops of
amusement and cries of hold up, teach is here!
	`What you want big boy?' asked Julian looking up from his task.
He told him.  `In that case you had better go and get some more.  There
is an off-licence just down the road.  Hop along now before they shut.
We don't want to run out do we.'
	`What shall I get Jon?'
	`Whatever you want as you are buying, but I am sure you
wouldn't want us to run out, would you.  The lads can get nasty if they
run out of ale.'

Julian left to return with four more five-pint cans and another bottle of
wine.

About one Julian went round for nth time to collect the dirties.  No sign
of Jon.  Presumably he was shagging his girlfriend in one of the upstairs
bedrooms.  By now Julian had become accustomed to the throb throb
of the music.  Standing against the wall was a morose looking Andrew
Jones, another of his Special Subject group.
	`Not the sort of do I would expect to find you at, Andrew.'
	`No.  But then not the sort I would expect to find you either.'
	`Touché.  So why are you here?'
	`Jon sort of made me come.'
	`Yes, I know what you mean, he can be a very forcible young
man when he wants to be.  Let's have a seat.'
They sat together watching the drunks get drunker.

A minute or so later one of them called out loudly over the music `hey
Big Boy, leave pansy andy alone and get us some more beer.'
With a wry smile to his companion Julian went back to his duties.

Soon after, the beer ran out and people began drifting away.  Jon
returned with his girlfriend, a smug smile on his handsome face, to
watch Julian collecting the last of the empty glasses.  By the time Julian
had washed them up there were only five people left: Jon and his
girlfriend, two tough looking rugger buggers and Andrew.

Julian went across to make his excuses and leave.
	`Not so fast big boy.  We've got a little task to perform before
you go.'  He rose unsteadily from the couch.  `Hey guys, time for the
revelation.'

And before Julian could even protest he was seized by one of the big
toughs from behind.  At the same time the other thug seized Andrew in a
similar ape-like hug.
	`What's going on' protested Julian.
	`Nothing' smirked Jon, `we just wanna see why you are called big
boy!'  And with that he undid Julian's trousers and yanked them down
below his knees, exposing his nakedness to the common gaze.  The girl
clapped her appreciation.
	`Look at that.  Big Boy's got a hard-on.'  And indeed he was right,
for unbidden and certainly undesired Julian's cock had hardened.

He stared down at his privy member, the betrayer of his inner-most
desires before these drunken louts.  He looked up and saw Andrew's
embarrassed gaze looking back at him.

	`Hey' one of the rugger louts cried.  `Pansy andy's got the hots
for big boy.'
	`Let's see' called Jon and in a trice Andrew joined Julian in his
state of undress.
	`Look at that.  Love at first sight!  Just a couple of fucking
pansies' cried one of the thugs.
	Jon came close and whispered in Julian's ear `You want to suck
him off don't you big boy.'
	`No' screamed Julian red with humiliation.  `No!'
	`Too bad.  Bring pansy andy over.'
Andrew's guard was quick to propel the quivering lad across.

A heavy hand on his shoulders and Julian was kneeling before the lad's
beautifully extended cock.
	`Suck it big boy.  Suck it' screamed Jon.

And so he did, reluctantly at first but then more and more
enthusiastically as he warmed to his task.  Dimly he was aware of
flashes and realised too late he was being photographed, but by then he
could not stop.  And then with a shudder of post-pubescent excess
Andrew came in his tutor's mouth, filling the silky warmth of the cavity
with his salty effusion.  Cum dribbled own his chin.
	`Say thank you, big boy!'
He did, first to the acutely embarrassed Andrew and then under
prompting from Jon the others in the room.

When he rose he was shaking and his cock was if anything even harder,
but he was not to be relieved, Maria had insisted on that.  Oh yes, it was
Maria who had arranged his humiliating use and abuse, and Jon was
sensible enough not to cross that lady!

Julian pulled up his trousers and staggered to the door.

Safe in the car he burst into tears.  It was another moment in his
downward path.

*****

The next special subject seminar was the weirdest ever.  There was
Maria whose cunt he now worshipped and who had so recently spanked
his bum in front of Samantha; there was Jon Roberts who had exposed
him to his rugby mates and his girlfriend; there was Andrew whose
sweet cock he had sucked to orgasm before the mocking eyes of Jon's
mates.  All Julian could do was act as though none of these events had
ever happened, and fortunately everyone colluded, after all it was in their
best interest to study.

With a sigh of relief Julian brought the class to an end and the students
trooped out, all except Andrew.  The lad came up, blushing furiously.
	`I just wanted to say how sorry I was about what happened at the
party.  I had no idea it was going to happen.  I do hope you believe me.'
	`Of course' smiled Julian with relief.  `I had no idea either.  I just
hope I haven't offended you.'

The lad blushed an even brighter red.
	`Oh, no.  It was wonderful.  My only regret was I wasn't allowed
to reciprocate!'  And with that he fled the room.

Back home Julian was doing the washing-up he had left from the
morning when the front door bell rang.  He went and peered through the
spy-hole.  It was Andrew!  With pounding heart Julian opened the door.
	`May I come in?'
	`Of course.'

The lad entered glancing around, unsure where to go next.  Julian
conducted him into the sitting room.  The lad sat on the sofa, Julian in
the chair by the fire-place.
	`What can I do for you Andrew?'
	`I just wanted to see you.'
	`Andrew I am twice your age.'
	`I know, but it doesn't matter.  Do you realise, last Saturday was
the first time ever I've been sucked off.  I can't get it out of my mind -
or you.'  He rose and rather melodramatically added `I want you.'

Julian stared at the lad with amazement, astonished by the lad's
vehemence.  He tried to put him down gently.
	`Andrew, that is very nice of you to say that but I make it a rule
never to have sex with a pupil.'
	`Why do you tease me so, then?'
	`How do you mean?' asked Julian, genuinely puzzled.
	`Well, you have started going commando.  We have all noticed it.
That is why you are now known as Big Boy.  I thought you were doing
it to tease me.'
	`Alas, no.  I do it because I have to.'
	`Do you mean that shit Roberts makes you go bare.  I'll kill him!'
	`No' said Julian with a smile, `It isn't Roberts.'
	`Who then?'
	`I can't say.'
	`Can't or wont?'
	`Can't.'
	`Is it someone in the group?'
	`I can't even tell you that.'

Andrew came closer.  Julian sat rigid, incapable of action.  The lad lent
forward and began to unbutton his tutor's shirt to reveal the chain round
his neck, the chain with the letter M dangling from it.
	`My God!  It is Maria isn't it!  Why?  Why?'
	`Because she insists.'

His hands moved to his tutor's waist and Julian's trousers fell open.
Andrew reached inside - to encounter Julian's panties.
	`Oh my God.  You're wearing panties.'
	`Yes.  I have to.  At home.'
	`I don't understand' said Andrew.  `Are you her slave?'
	`Yes.'
	`Why?'

Julian looked up with such pain in his eyes.  Andrew stopped his
questioning.  He knelt down and eased Julian's cock out of the confines
of his panties and bending forward he took it into his mouth.  Nothing
on earth could stop what happened next.  All the pent-up frustrations of
three weeks without a wank spilled out into a sudden flood of spunk
into the lad's mouth.  At last Julian had relief.  He bent forward and
kissed the lad on the lips in grateful salutation, and sank into his pupil's
adoring eyes.  Now it was his turn to pleasure his lover.  He ripped the
lad's clothes off, marvelling in his smooth firm body, and squirming on
the carpet he filled his mouth with the lad's rampant cock.  And soon his
mouth was filled as Andrew's had been before.

They kissed again, ecstatic in their shared lust.  For a brief moment
Julian forgot what he now was.  But not for long.