Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 11:44:36 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 10

Chapter 10: The Velveteen Rabbit

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and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Anderson was frantically speechless at the sight of his photo. Racking his
brain he realized he had shoved it into his backpack with the rest of his
papers and one of them must have slipped out. Now he was sitting next to
Dr. Rezen, staring at a photo of him tied up and getting fucked. As red as
his face was, he could feel his sphincter pulse a bit, missing Bradley.

"Ummmm....."

His mind drew a blank, and he stared at the photo afraid to see Dr. Rezen's
response.

"It's ok, Anderson."

Anderson looked up in surprise. His eyes met Dr. Rezen's deep gaze. There
was a look which he recognized from Bradley, dark and dangerous. There was
also kindness.

"I'm sorry. This was something stupid I did with some guy, we took some
photos and he---"

Anderson couldn't finish because Dr. Rezen leaned forward and firmly placed
his lips on Anderson's. The kiss was deep and romantic, and Anderson felt a
little drunk from the taste of it. As he gradually accepted and then began
returning the kiss, he felt Dr. Rezen's hands reach over to unbutton his
shirt. He felt a sharp pinch on his nipples as both hands slid through the
opening to grasp his pecs. Anderson moaned into Dr. Rezen's mouth.

"You like that?"

He felt confused, the grip on his nipples bordered on painful but he
couldn't seem to get enough willpower to ask Dr. Rezen to stop. Instead, he
just moaned his body's pleasure into the advisor's mouth.

His dick was hard and he began to reach for Dr. Rezen's crotch when a sharp
pull on his chest pulled him at attention.

"No. Not here, you're going to come to my place tonight where I will make
sure we take care of your... needs."

His Brazilian accent was surprisingly authoritative. Usually, Dr. Rezen was
soft-spoken, but the dangerous edge in his voice added a steel to it which
made Anderson's dick pulse. He had no choice but to nod his assent.

Dr. Rezen pulled his hands away from Anderson's open chest and slid it down
his pants, gripping and rubbing his cock like a leash.

"I think we can finish our edits for tonight. I'm going to take off so you
can wrap things up, I expect you to be at my house at 8 pm."

He wrote his address on a piece of paper and took off, leaving Anderson
half naked with an open shirt and unzipped pants. Anderson sat still not
sure if he wanted to beat off or clean up. Realizing that time was ticking,
he hurriedly buttoned his shirt and zipped up his pants. Shuffling the
papers into his bag, he made sure the photo was securely separated from his
drafts.

Practically running across campus, he made his way towards the address
Dr. Rezen had left. He found the house on a quiet cul-de-sac outside the
main loop.

Knocking on the door, he paused to admire the house. It was a small single
story home with a little porch. Cozy, and warm, the way he thought of
Dr. Rezen.

Dr. Rezen opened the door in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. Even at
home, he maintained a level of poise Anderson found incredibly sexy. He
walked in, quiet and uncertain about what to expect. The house was
surprisingly normal, with a beautiful kitchen and front living
room. Dr. Rezen's decorating taste was impeccable with choice pieces of art
hanging on the walls, much of it from his native Brazil.

They walked to the bedroom where Anderson noticed some oils and lit
candles.

"Are you-" Anderson was cut off once again by Dr. Rezen's firm but
seductive kiss, cutting off circulation to his brain and draining his
will. He felt Dr. Rezen's hands rest on his chest, and he unintentionally
flexed, showing off the broad flat muscles to the delicate hands.

His fingers worked fast, unbuttoning Anderson's shirt down to his pants and
slipping off his belt in little time. Compared to Bradley's direct way of
stripping him down, the movement was unbelievably sexy. Before he knew it
his pants were down to his knees and the strong but delicate hands were
once again massaging his hard and wet cock.

"Get on the bed."

There again was that steeled edged tone, and Anderson found himself
dutifully stripping, baring his naked muscular body to his advisor. As he
stripped down his underwear, his cock swung up to tap against his abs. It
was a sight that normally would have made Bradley growl, but Dr. Rezen just
eyed it quizzically, as if making some mental notes. Standing naked in
front of the doctor, Anderson's curiosity burned away at him. What kind of
body did Dr. Rezen have under his clothes?

As he stretched out on the bed, he peered up at the man unbuttoning his
shirt. Dr. Rezen's shirt opened up to a smooth cocoa butter chest etched in
by the dim lighting of the room. His smooth stomach gave just a hint of
definition, which Anderson drank in thirstily. Sliding off the belt, his
pulled off the pants to reveal a massive cock imprinted in tight and sexy
briefs.

"On your stomach."

Anderson paused for a second. As much as he enjoyed getting fucked, his
favorite part of being penetrated was always watching Bradley slide his
thick meaty cock inside of his ass. He had come to crave Watching his
sensitive ass kiss and squeeze around the cock, and then staring into
Bradley's eyes as he felt his own self-control evaporate. Now he was going
to get fucked by Dr. Rezen, and someone else's eyes would be watching him
getting filled up. He flipped over onto his stomach, disappointed yet
relieved.

Dr. Rezen surveyed Anderson's naked body on his bed. It had been a long
time since he had taken a lover, and bedding Anderson would be a serious
violation of ethics. But the photo had awoken something deep and carnal
within him; he had to fuck the boy. Stripping off the tie around his neck,
he unclothed himself and folded everything impeccably on a bureau. He left
his underwear on, a tight fitting set of briefs which came in around his
round athletic ass. Dr. Rezen had the body of a jaguar, dark skinned with a
bit of dark hair on his chest. His hands and legs were smooth, and he kept
his facial hair neatly trimmed. There, in the candlelight, was a feral
predator eyeing its prey.

Anderson lay waiting with his face in the pillow. As the second person who
would be fucking him, he didn't know what to expect. Bradley was always in
complete control, manipulating Anderson like a rag doll. Dr. Rezen did
nothing so brazen. Anderson waited, his breath quickening in his ears.

A rustling sound informed Anderson that someone had come up into the
bed. Suddenly two warm hands were felt on his shoulders, slick with oil and
roaming across his back.

Anderson moaned as the hands coursed across his shoulders stretching the
muscles out under firm but tender pressure. They pressed down along the
crease in his back, separating joints and catching the taut and curves of
his back with methodical precision.

Anderson's eyes glazed over as the rhythm of Dr. Rezen's hands lulled him
into a meditated ease. He didn't even notice as his glutes were slowly
slicked up with oil. The firm hands roamed up and down his tight ass,
releasing melting his inhibitions into butter. In this state Anderson felt
two fingers sink deep into the pliable ass. A soft moan escaped his lips
deep into the pillow which he clutched.

Dr. Rezen's fingers stayed deep within him, having identified his
prostate. His other hand grasped at the rapidly thickening cock between
Anderson's legs. Anderson could feel his body backing up, further impaling
himself helplessly on Dr. Rezen's hand. A third finger slipped into his ass
and Anderson began recognizing the familiar feeling of losing his awareness
to the needs of his ass. His engorged penis was softly held and teased by
Dr. Rezen's hand, and it struggled against the downward angle to which it
was held. All this made Anderson buck in soft grunts deeper against
Dr. Rezen's fingers.

"Do you like that?"

Dr. Rezen's voice was deep and mesmerizing, and Anderson gave a wanton moan
as he felt the hand leave his ass. His body lifted itself off the table,
chasing the fingers which drifted away.

"Mhmm." Did his voice always sound so soft and desperate?

With his ass arched upward, he heard a drawer open and a sound of a soft
packet rip. Suddenly Dr. Rezen's tall toned body was pressed up against
him, his huge long cock sliding up the crevice of his ass. Although thin
and tall, the well-toned pecs and abs of the man fleshed against Anderson's
body, rubbing the back in soft concentric circles. Anderson was so oiled up
that the friction was driving him wide, the tip of Dr. Rezen's catching the
anal sphincter before glancing off.

"Uuggghhhhhh"

Anderson could barely form complete syllables as he felt Dr. Rezen's body
sliding against his own. Any trace of resistance melted away the moment his
ears got caught in a gentle nibble.

"Aggghhhhh fuck!"

Anderson could feel himself bucking desperately against the long cock
behind him. Dr. Rezen kept teasing his sphincter with the big head of his
cock. He had seen the image of Anderson tied up and penetrated: his own
mind began toying with the possibilities of playing with his new lover.

"Tell me what you want."

Anderson was lost in the seduction of Dr. Rezen's excellent torture. He
needed a huge cock and he needed it now. With a buck of his hips, he felt
Dr. Rezen's fat head at his anus again, this time just at the right angle
to enter his ass. Arching his back, he felt the head break past his
sphincter as he cried out:

"Fuuuuucccck meeeeeee!"

He impaled himself forcefully against the swollen rod in a single motion,
making sure that his ass was fully backed up on the 10" member. Anderson
hadn't realized that Dr. Rezen's cock was slightly longer than Bradley's,
albeit thinner. Having fully penetrated himself on the staff, he was
shocked to feel the cock penetrate up towards his stomach.

"Whaaauuooooohhhhhh"

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he realized his folly. He had
played completely into Dr. Rezen's trap, pushing himself onto his
professor's manhood and denying himself any control of their new dynamic.

Dr. Rezen held very still behind Anderson, eyeing his handiwork with a
scientific gaze. His strategy had worked perfectly, and Anderson had ended
up fucking himself, with little effort from Rezen.

"Tsk tsk tsk Anderson."

He felt Anderson's ass quivering on his shaft. The ass was still doing
small rhythmic thrusts on his cock, but Anderson was so caught up in the
fullness of penetration that he wasn't sure what to do next.

"You look so ridiculous sitting on my cock. Such a big beautiful stud, his
ass greedily begging to be plowed."

Anderson moaned in agreement.

"I don't know if you've ever looked more beautiful. Just look at that thick
ass flexing to keep me inside of it. I love what a hungry slut you've
become."

He began to slide his cock out, holding Anderson's pelvis still so that it
wouldn't chase after the exiting shaft. Shifting his hips upward, he rested
himself on the tips of his toes straddling his legs around Anderson's to
better position himself for the fuck to come. Anderson's ass quivered
beneath him and he willingly spread his legs a bit to provide better access
to Dr. Rezen's fat cock.

In this plank position, he began to forcefully drive his cock deep into
Anderson's ass, nailing him against the bed. Anderson was grunting in lost
pleasure, pressing his ass up against the hammering cock.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!"

"Fuck? Fuck who? Do you want to fuck me?"

Dr. Rezen pounded his dominance into the writhing mass beneath him.

"I don't know if I'm up for getting fucked
tonight. Don't...you...like...this...better?"

Each pause was punctuated by the whipping of his pelvis against Anderson's
ass. Anderson was a pile of desire beneath him. Any doubt as to who was
fucking who was drowned out by the forceful cries of the bottom.

"Yes! FUCK ME! YES! YES! YES!"

Feeling himself getting close, Dr. Rezen began to speed up, reaching around
to jerk Anderson's throbbing swinging cock.

As he sped up, Dr. Rezen could begin to feel himself losing control,
speeding up his fuck, he relished the power he felt in seducing this hunk.

"Anderson, you're so hot, I'm going to love fucking you again and again."

As he came, he plunged deep into Anderson's ass, past the inner sphincter
to send shooting sparks into the boy's eyes. Anderson was crying too,
losing his load as Dr. Rezen's hands beat him to completion.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me, Bradley! Please don't stop fucking me."

It was moments into the bliss of cumming that Dr. Rezen realized whose name
had been called in the throes of ecstasy. Resting against the heaving back
of the stud, he entered into a state of shock, which quickly turned into
anger. He pulled the stud onto his back and beat his cock into its full
hardness.

In one quick motion, he swooped up Anderson's legs and pushed his cock back
into the stud's ass. He was going to teach this boy how to really fuck.

As he started to drive his cock into Anderson's ass he looked up to see
Anderson, moaning with his eyes closed. His cock was hard again, but
something about it lacked the passion Dr. Rezen expected of his lovers. He
pulled Anderson's face up so that he could see the man pleasuring his ass.

"Look at me." He said, forcing Anderson to open his eyes.

Despite the hardness of his cock and the obvious grunts of pleasure,
Anderson's eyes struggled to lock with Rezen's. Staring at the man beneath
him, Dr. Rezen's anger quenched as he saw the sadness in his student's
eyes.

"He broke you, didn't he?"

Dr. Rezen's thrust slowed a bit as he saw Anderson's eyes start to tear
up. The hands which had reached beneath his ass to pull Rezen deeper into
him, pulled back to his face so the boy could wipe away the tears.

Rezen leaned forward to kiss the young man. In his arousal to fuck
Anderson, he had momentarily forgotten how much the boy respected
him. Lifting his face to his lips, he kissed away the tears from Anderson's
eyes.

"It's ok, Andy... I'll try to make it better."

Dr. Rezen's cock slowed to a deep and romantic fuck, as he made love to
Anderson's pussyhole. As he threaded his cock through the open ass, he
kissed the broken young man beneath him.

Andy responded the best he could, but could not return the soft embrace of
his Brazilian lover. He closed his eyes, desperate to let go of the gaze
which entrapped him, all the while using it to help him climax.

"Please... just fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can stop missing him."

Rezen looked down at Anderson's desperate hands flagellating his cock as he
was fucked by his advisor. He hated the idea that someone else was between
their intimacy, but he pitied his protege as well. Focusing his mind, he
let go of any tenderness he felt towards the boy. He could not make love to
someone who was not present with him, but he could fuck a meaningless
hookup. Plowing the body beneath him, he fucked Anderson until cum shot out
of his cock, all over his chest and abs.

Rezen pulled out and tore off the condom soaked in his first load. He had
not cum again, nor did he want to. He did not enjoy meaningless escapades
the way many people do. Cradling Anderson against him, he let go of the
lover he had in mind and returned to being a trusted mentor.

"It's ok...it's ok... you are a good sweet boy Anderson."

It was times like this he wished he could speak untranslated to his friend:
to make sweet romantic love to his broken heart and mend it between his
arms. But Anderson had been stolen from him before he had the chance, and
he felt the inescapable distance between them. He was angry, but he wasn't
sure towards whom.

"It is a sin to take another man's soul." He whispered to the sleeping boy.

"Don't let him take away your soul."

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To be continued...