This is a story in three parts involving man-boy sex.  It is offered with
the usual warnings, apologies, etc.
                      
			  EDUCATING THE PROFESSOR
				 by Jimbo

PART ONE:

     They called me the professor because I was smart and willing to help
others not so smart with school work.  I wasn't handsome, rich or athletic
like all the other kids in this private Catholic boys' school.  I was just
smarter than most...and gayer.
I figured that God made me gay because I had been interested in other boys'
private parts as long as I could remember.  I had become quite skillful in
elementary school at persuading other boys to drop their pants, let me admire
their equipment, and play with them until they reached a climax.  There wasn't
a boy within eight blocks of my house who hadn't experienced my explorations
before eigth grade.
     However, now that I was in high school, I realized that most people in
town thought that all queers lived in New York or SanFrancisco and that I
would have to behave myself.  I always took as long as possible in the showers
as I admired the tremendous range of size, thickness, shape and hairiness of
my fellow students.  I also learned to "fight the crowd" in the school halls
and at athletic events pushing my hand into the baskets of other students to
touch their equipment.
     One day I was called to the Headmaster's office and feared the worse.
However, he quickly put me at ease and announced that I had been selected to
tutor "Nubs" and "Moose" -- two very talented athletes who just weren't very
good at school work.  I was to meet them in study hall and coach them.
     "Moose" was huge and hairy land stupid.  I loved sitting beside him and
peering through his shirt at his hairy chest, carressing his powerful hairy
arms with my eyes (and occasionally, briefly, with my fingertips) and admiring
the huge buldge in his pants.  We didn't make much progress on the school
work.
     "Nubs" was a three letter man with brown curly hair (all over) and the
bluest eyes I had ever seen.  He was smart, but lazy and caught me idolizing
him several times during our sessions.
     One night I was at a Friday night "mixer" and started talking with
"Moose."  He had broken up with his current girlfriend and was pouting all
night.  I followed him everywhere including the restroom, drinking in his
physical beauty land being disgusted by his slowness.  He would stand at the
urinal fondling his huge piece of meat and saying, "all that chicken up there
and no mashed potatoes."  I looked and longed for his touch.
     When the dance was over, he started to walk home and I volunteered to
"walk" him even though I lived in the opposite direction.  Part way to his
house, he took a 
"shortcut" through a wooded field.  There was a full moon so we could find our
way easily.  I trailed behind him because he was so much bigger than I that he
moved much faster.  Halfway across the field and into an area with some large
bushes, he stopped, turned, put his hands on his hips, and blocked my way.  I
saw that his fly was open and his huge penis was hanging out.
     "Okay, Professor, let's see if you're smart enough to know what to do
with this," he said grinning ear to ear.  "I know you want it.  You been
looking at it and drooling.  Just put your hand on it and give it a feel."
     He didn't have to beg me.  I had wanted to touch him so badly. I was
hesitant at first, but when I saw how much he liked it, I began to use both
hands.  I cupped his huge balls in one and fondled that rope with the other.
He had the biggest Dick I had seen at that time.  I pushed my fingers against
the top button on his fly and, as it opened, his pants fell. I was ecstatic.
Soon I was rubbing my hands all over his hairy body and my own prick was
tenting my pants and making them wet.
     "Okay, if you're done playing around, let's get down to business," he
said.
     "What do you mean?"
     "Suck on it!"
      "I'm not sure I know how."
      "You're supposed to be so smart.  Look, get down on your knees, pull
your lips over your teeth, and open your mouth.  I'll do the rest."
      "I did. He did.  For the first time in my life I got my mouth fucked and
I loved every moment of it.  It didn't last long and soon he was shooting huge
quantities of spunk in my mouth.  I gagged, but I liked the taste and wanted
more.  When he had finished, he didn't pull out.  He got softer for a momlent
and then that huge pillar rose again.  I began to use my hands all over his
body as I sucked.  I was doing the work now.  I told you I was a fast learner.
     "Stick your fingers in my ass," he said.  "Play around with my tits.
Suck it baby."  
     I eagerly did as I was told and when I had drained the third load out of
Moose that night, we wer both exhausted.  We parted company there in the
woods, but first he told me to forget that it had ever happened and that it
would never happen again.  
     My pants were soaked with my own cum as I walked home thrilled by what
had happened and crushed that I had not been good enough for him to want my
services again.  On Monday, he looked at me like a stranger and broke off the
tutoring arrangement, but I had had my first taste and wanted more.


PART TWO:

     The tutoring of "Nubs" was still on and at our next session, he suggested
that perhaps I could be of more help to him if I coached him at his house at
night.  I was thrilled at the opportunity to be invited to this popular guy's
house.  He suggested that Wednesdays would be good because his parents went
bowling on Wednesdays.
     So on Wednesday with the taste of Moose still strong in my mouth I walked
halfway across the city to help Nubs with his Latin and French.  At school we
wore dress shirts, ties and blazers, so I was pleasantly surprised to find
Nubs in shorts and a tank top when I arrived.
     My heart was beating so hard at the sight of his hairy chest and arms
that I found concentration difficult.  I took every opportunity to touch his
hairy arms for emphasis. When he left his chair to get a drink in the kitchen,
I stared open mouthed at his swinging equipment!  He was wearing nothing under
those shorts! When he had passed me, I admired the shape of his tight buns.
We played at Latin verbs for a few minutes, then he rose again and headed for
the bathroom.  He didn't close the door so I was clearly able to see him drop
the shorts to take a leak.When he finished, he stood there playing with it.
     "Moose told me about you on Friday night," he said as he licked his lips.
"Don't you find this a little more interesting than Latin."
     I was speechless and shaking all over.  I moved toward the bathroom.  He
was hard when I arrived and without a word knelt at his feet.  "Kiss it," he
said.  "Kiss me all over."
     Never have I had a better invitation.  As he stood there in the bathroom,
I kissed his dick, his balls, his ass and every other part of him.  He became
more and more aroused.  Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the
ground.  Once again I experienced a wild face fuck and loved it.
     When he had shot his first wad, he walked into his bedroom, stripped and
laly on the bed.  "Take off your clothes and lick me all over.  I want a real
bath this time," he said.  With great embarrassment, I obeyed.  I was ashamed
of my thin body next to his marvelously athletic body.  He called out body
parts and I was expected to lick them.  He had me do his whole body before I
once again reached his throbbing penis and swallowed it eagerly.  This time I
did the work.  He just lay there moaning until he dropped a second load into
my eager mouth.  
     Then he told me to stand and jack off.  It didn't take much and I popped.
He lalughed and then ordered me to clean up the mess I had made.  He picked up
a girly magazine and said, "Now this is the kind of Latin action I prefer.  Do
my Latin and French homework for me, and I might be ready for another meal.
     I quickly did his homework snatching glances at him lying naked on his
bed, reading the magazine, and stroking the most beautiful cock I had ever
seen.  I was in love!
     I sucked him off a third time before I left and he gave me orders to
appear every Wednesday night from then on to perform the same service.  His
Latin and French grades didn't improve much, but my technique sure did.


PART THREE:

     At the end of the school year, Nubs' family moved out of town and I never
saw him again.  But on one of the nights that I was walking home from his
house, I had another experience.  I loved the boys, but I really wanted a
man!  I dreampt of real men.  I would linger by the hour at construction sites
admiring the muscled men who labored there.  As I walked home from school, I
looked into the baskets of business men in their suits.  To me, a real man had
to be over forty, had to be strong and experienced, and khad to need my
services.  I had great jack-off fantasies.
     The one night as I walked home earlier than usual (there was a great game
on TV that held Nubs' attention that night) I was soaked to the skin in the
rain.  A beautiful Cadillac pulled up next to me and the driver said,"Get in.
You'll get pneumonia out there."
     As often as I had been told not to accept rides from strangers, I got in.
The driver was in a beautiful, obviously expensive suit.  The car felt so
luxurious.  I looked into his dark eyes and fell instantly in love with what I
thought was my dream man.  He was deeply tanned and had the kind of shadow on
his face that indicated a very hairy body.  His beautiful white teeth almost
lit up the interior of the car.  Almost immediately he put his strong,
beautifully manicured hand on my wet thigh and squeezed.  "Bet your mother
will be really pissed at you for coming home that wet." he said.
     As long as I got home before ten, she wouldn't know, I explained because
she was out at her bridge club. His hand began to move up and down my thigh
and felt great.  No one's touch had ever felt like that before.  I slumped a
little forward on one upward stroke and his hand momentarily slid over my
already hard cock.
     "Feels like wetness isn't your only problem," he said.  He started the
car and drove up the street a short way and pulled into the parking lot of a
closed grocery store.  He left the motor running, but turned off the lights.
I felt him voe closer and my heart was pounding.  His hand went to my basket
and he began to fonndle me quite obviously.  I didn't know what to do, but I
knew it felt great.  So I reached over and began to do the same thing to him.
"You don't have to do that," he whispered.
     "I want to.  I want to make you feel so good"
     I felt him open my fly and slide my pants down around my ankles.  I
managed to get his fly open and my hand on his huge dick when I felt his lips
on my dickhead and his tongue began to fly around giving me an experience I
could never have imagined.  He sucked furiously and I found myself so aroused
that I could hardly stand it.  His hands explored every part of my slender
boy's body and I never wanted him to let go.  I held on desparately to his
huge member, but couldn't really touch his body or move my hand.  My whole
body began to throb and pulse and I realized that I was thrusting passionately
from the pelvis.  With my free hand I tried to pull him off as I realized that
I was reaching a climax, but he sucked even harder and for the first time I
felt the magnificent, incomparable thrill of coming in another man's mouth.
"Do it some more," I cried.  "Not here," he responded.
     He moved the car to another street and another parking lot.  As he was
driving, I managed to get his belt open and got my hands under his clothing.
His body was as hard, tonned and hairy as I had imagined.  As soon as he had
stopped the car again, he took me in his arms and began to kiss me as his
hands traversed my entire body and I explored his.  In no time at all I was
reaching a second climax in his mouth and screaming with joy.
     "My name's Mark," he said.  "What's yours?"
     "At school they call me 'the professor" I replied.
     "That's funny.  I am a professor.  I'm in town for the week lecturing at
the university for this week," he said.  "It's almost time for you to be home.
Can we get together again?"
     "Forvever, " I replied.  "How about tomorrow night?"
     "Great," he said.  I'll pick you up on the same corner early...about
seven...and we can go to my hotel room and do this right."
     I died with longing during the days, but for the next four nights I was
in heaven in his hotel room.  We were both naked and I could have creamed just
at the sight of his beautiful, hairy body.  He said he was forty-six, but be
was in beautiful shpe and allowed me to explore thoroughly every square inch
of his gym toned body.  We sucked each other off and I learned to prolong the
pleasure with nibbling and licking and kissing.  We showered together and I
experienced the thrill of coming all over my partner as we stood in the
shower.  He was all of my wildest jack-off fantasies come true, but in four
days he was gone forever.
    I dreampt and fanatasized and cried.  But one night I decided to go to
the post office.  I had heard that gay men "cruised" the huge parking lot
there when the Post office was closed and there were no trains due at the
railroad station across the street.  I walked around not knowing what to do
when a gruff voice from a red pick-up truck calling me over.  I reached the
passenger side window and looked in. In the driver's seat was a powerfully
muscular construction worker in his fifties.  His huge body was brown with
the sun and his amazing chest was covered with salt and pepper hair.  His
face was handsome and strong and he had a full head of gray hair.  He was
wearing cut-off jeans and the fly was open.  In his hand was and eight
inch, erect, circumcized cock.
     "My old lady.  She no want me no more.  You, kid.  You want be my
woman?"
     "Well, I sure want to take care of that problem ," I said.  I jumped in
and threw myself almost immediately down on dick.
     "No, no.  Not here.  Is not good place.  I don' wan' quickie.  I want you
be my girlfriend."
     So I sat up and let him drive me to a dirt road where he pulled off under
a tree facing a full moon.
     "You take off your clothes now?" he said.  "I get ready."
     He slipped his shorts off and I did the same.  Then he took my shirt off
and ran his hands over my body.  "You so soft and smooth.  I know you make
good woman.  You think you can love old man like me?"
     I threw my arms around him and began to kiss his face and neck as I had
been taught by my professor friend.  Soon our hands were all over each others
bodies as we sat in the cab.  I ate my way down his huge body and thrilled as
I took his throbbing member into my mouth.  He was gentle as he thrust and the
feel of that powerful body responding to my touch was the greatest thrill I
had had so far.  When he had come in my mouth, he raised me up and kissed my
dripping lips with passion.  Then he said, "I no suck, but I make you feel
good too." 
     His hands and lips explored my body until under the sure by gentle
pressure of his hand I felt myself coming.  He pulled out some Kleenx and
cleaned me up and then said, "You good girlfriend.  You want to do some more?"
I replied with a deep kiss.  He opened the car door, took out a blanket,  and
we resumed the action laying on the grass on the blanket.
     I met Tony three times a week all summer and he was possibly the best
lover I've ever had.  I reveled in the power of his huge body so restrained by
the gentleness of his nature.  He was Catholic and Italian and his wife wanted
no more kids.  Her solution was to freeze up.  He tried hard to put excitement
in our relationship.  Several times he rented motel rooms.  Other times he
drove me far outside the city  to a hidden cove with a small private beach
where we lay in the surf and made love.  For the first time in my life I felt
really loved.  I left soon for college but Tony and I met every time I could
get back to town.  He was the chief love of my life for four years.  I
rejoiced at every square inch of his body and would trade his lovemaking for
any of the hundreds of younger men I have had since.
     As this professor left for college, he was well prepared and educated in
the art of making men feel good...an art which would serve him well for many
years to come.