CAUGHT!
BY JIMBO

     Since his morning classes were on the East Campus and the remainder were
late in the day on the West Campus, the professor tended to work out at his
gym rather than eat lunch.  The men who were regulars at that time provided a
real feast for his viewing pleasure and, sometimes, a bit more.  Every so
often an exhibitionist provided a show in the shower room and he had been
involved in a few fun gropes in the steam room and whirlpool over the years.
But, by and large, it was a pretty straight gym, not well suited for making
conquests.
     Our little professor (as he had been known all his life) had spotted one
man who really fascinated him.  Doug appeared to be in his mid forties; he was
a blue-eyed blond with a truly powerful body and a hairy chest unusual in
blonds.  He worked out unusually hard seven days a week.  He rarely spoke to
anyone.  His piercing blue eyes made the professor nervous because he seemed
to look right into a person's inner self and his eyes were always moving,
taking in every move on everyone's part.
     Doug had been an object of the professor's lust for quite some time when
one day they happened to get into shower stalls so placed that they could see
each other, but no one could see them.  The professor was excited.  He
thrilled at the curve of Doug's perfectly formed buns.  When he turned, the
professor saw that Doug's cock was perfect for sucking (the professor's
favorite pastime):  it was big enough to be interesting, but not so big that
one would choke while working on it.
While these thoughts were going through the professor's mind as his eyes
caressed every square inch of this beautifully proportioned, powerful body, he
was startled to see that perfect penis rise to the occasion!
     He looked up at Doug's face and saw that Doug was looking right at him.
Doug continued to soap his body thoroughly...perhaps a little too
thoroughly...while glaring with those piercing blue eyes at the flustered
professor who tried desperately to cover his own hard on.  You want more.
Nothing more happened that day or for some time after that day.
     He found himself blushing whenever he would encounter Doug.  One day he
saw Doug talking with Joe (another gym regular whom the professor serviced
regularly on Monday Holidays, but that's another story) and wondered if Joe
told Doug about him.
     Several weeks after the shower exposure, the professor had gone one
evening with a fellow teacher and neighbor to a Community Service Club joint
meeting in a 
neighboring suburb.  Being on the same college faculty the professor and Dan
had early on spotted each other as gay but became friends, not lovers.  At
Dan's apartment earlier, they had had a cocktail and since neither of them
used much alcohol, they were a bit giddy as they left for the dinner.  Once
there they continued to drink...not enough to get drunk...just enough to feel
silly.  
     While the food was being served, the professor spotted Doug from the gym
at another table in a beautifully tailored blue suit...looking very
distinguished and very, very desirable.  He whispered to Dan about it and they
began to make cute, snide comments to each other about what they would do if
they got Doug in bed.  After the dinner, the lights were turned down and an
"inspirational" movie was shown.  Dulring the movie the two friends feeling
their drinks began to grope each other under the table.
     Soon they were both too aroused to continue the sham of being concerned
citizens any longer and they excused themselves.  Back in Dan's car, they
started off in unfamiliar territory looking for a dark road where they might
take care of their needs.  They pulled onto an unpaved, unlighted road and
almost before the car was stopped had their pants down and their hands on each
other's dicks.  Still giggling,
the professor went down on Dan's beautiful organ and began to lick the balls
and long shaft.  He was just really getting warmed up when suddenly the light
from a flashlight shone through the window and a gruff voice said, "Knock it
off, you guys!
Step out of the car and get your licenses out."  They had been caught!
     They stumbled out of the car trying to cover themselves up and fish for
their driver's licenses.  Looking up, the professor saw that their captor was
Doug from the gym who identified himself as a detective in this suburb.
     Looking at Dan, Doug said," I saw this guy trying to rape you and had to
intercede.  I know you are probably as guilty as he is, but you look like a
nice guy so I'll let you go...this time.  Get in your car and get out of here.
I'm taking your buddy into the station in my vehicle."
     Dan scampered away and the professor felt himself getting a little sick
to the stomach thinking about what his wife would say about this and whethere
or not he would be able to hold on to his job.  Detective Doug put handcuffs
on him and led him to the blue sport utility vehicle he always drove.  They
continued in silence for quite a way down this unpaved road and then turned
into the driveway of a log cabin house.
     Doug ordered him out of the car and into the house.  The professor was
most impressed by the inside of the house...no country cabin this.  The
interior was beautifully appointed in a strictly masculine style.  It was
spotlessly clean and everything was meticulously arranged.  No woman lived
here; but the occupant obviously had excellent taste, money and a penchant for
cleanliness.
     Doug pushed him through the house to the bedroom and dumped him on the
bed.  He stood over him and glowered.  "So. you really are a cock-sucker after
all.
I thought so.  What else do you do?  I hear you guys can get real creative
with a man.  You like to lick my balls?   How about kissing my ass?  You like
that?  Maybe you'd like to lick my nipples before you suck my dick.  Maybe
you'd like to give my whole body a tongue bath before you swallow my load?
Say something."
     "I want to do anything you want me to do, but please don't put me in
jail."
     "Crybaby, huh.  Okay.  I'll take off the cuffs and give you a chance to
see if you can get me aroused.  But remember.  I'm no queer and you sure as
hell don't turn me on in any way."
     Doug removed the cuffs and ordered the professor to strip.  He picked up
his clothes and threw them outside the bedroom.  Then he stood with his hands
on his hips after he pulled off his necktie and said,"Okay, you got ten
minutes to do whatever you want.  Then I decide what to do with you."
     The professor stepped forward and hurriedly began to remove Doug's
clothing.  That magnificent body was even more unbelievable seen in the dim
seductive light of the bedroom.  The professor was so aroused he shook all
over and the precum was already flowing from his erect prick.
     He began to move his hands over the body he had wanted so long to touch.
With his fingertips he fondled the nipples and felt them become firm.  Quickly
he moved his tongue then his lips to the nipples as his fingers found the
erect penis below.  He kissed and licked his way down the massive, hairy
physique to the absolutely perfect penis.  He licked the mushroom shaped head
and stuck his tongue in the piss slit.  He licked his way down the hard shaft
to the testicles as big as golf balls.  He kissed and licked the hot balls now
pulled up firmly by the erection and ate his way between Doug's powerful legs.
He kissed his thighs as he reached around  and fondled the buns he had been
admiring for so long.  Doug began to thrust from the pelvis and the professor
knew he was hitting home.  He went back up to the fully erect prick and
swallowed it in.  Doug grabbed the back of his head and face fucked him
passionately moaning and groaning until load after load of salty semen poured
down his throat.
     "Oh, man," said Doug.  "I never felt anything like that.  What else can
you do?  We got lots of time." 
     "We could take a shower," the professor suggested and into the shower
they went.   The professor worshipped every beautiful inch of this powerful
body as he lathered soap over it and felt the soothing flow of the water on
both of them.  He started once again to eat his way down to the six inch fully
erect prick.  But Doug had other ideas.
     "You're holding out on me.  You got more to offer than that.  Bend over
and grab your ankles."
     "The professor's heart was beating fast.  He hated to have his ass
fucked, but at least Doug was a reasonable size.  He felt the swollen head
pushing against his puckered anus and wanted to cry out as the entry was made.
But he restrained himself and took the ass fucking as bravely as he could.  He
felt the second load of the evening pouring innto him and then dropped to the
floor of the shower as Doug released him.
     "That was quite a workout.  You any good at giving massages?"
     Eagerly the professor stratled Doug's prone body and he began to work
each of the muscles on that broad, powerful back.  Slowly he worked his way
down the back to the beautifully rounded cheeks and then on to the iron
thighs.  When he had given his best foot massage, Doug turned over on his back
and the professor saw that Doug's cock was once more in full erection.  He
worked the legs back up from the feet and then, kneeling between Doug's legs,
he bent to kiss the throbbing dickhead before him.  He sucked on the nipples,
kissed his way over the washboard abs, licked his huge balls, and then
swallowed the the thrusting meat and worked up the third load of the evening. 
     Doug ordered the professor to dress himself and he put on a sweat suit
suit and shoes.
     "Aren't you going to have me stay all night?"
     "You got to be out of your tree.  You think I'd ever sleep with a queer?
A cocksucker?  Get out to the car."
     "They returned to the Sport Utility Vehicle, this time without the
handcuffs.  The professor started to sit in the passenger's seat, but Doug had
other ideas.
     "Get down on the floor," he said as he slipped his sweat pants partly
down.  "I always had a fantasy of getting a blow job while I'm driving down
the road and you are going to fill that fantasy for me."
     Gladly the professor began to eat this now familiar piece of meat as the
vehicle moved back toward his home suburb.  It took quite a bit of working to
raise the fourth erection of the night, but by the time they were at the main
crossroads of the suburb inwhich the professor lived, Doug was thrusting from
the pelvis and rotating his whole lower section as he vigorously fucked the
professor's mouth.  The fourth load of the evening, not anywhere near as big
as the first, oozed out as they reached the professor's driveway.
     Doug pulled his sweat pants up.  "Get out of the car and be glad you are
going home instead of the jail.  If I hear that you ever mentioned this to
anyone or if you ever so much as try to speak to me again, I'll see you get
ten years.  Now get out."
     The professor went home and jerked off in the bathroom before going to
bed.  He regularly saw Doug after that in the gym, but they never said a word
to each other again.  The professor kept the experience to himself...until
now!!