Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 11:04:25 -0800 From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com> Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 11 Chapter 11: Cat Nap A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up 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 you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at ginghamshade@gmail.com. Every author loves a bit of fanmail so I would love to hear if you enjoyed the story! AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. ------------------------------------------------------- Anderson woke up in the arms of his doctoral advisor, who held him close through the entire night. At first, he expected the familiar weight of Bradley against his body, but that was a while ago. Dr. Rezen's sleeping form was long and relaxed, filled with graceful poise. The beauty which captivated Anderson from the start was present even in sleep. Anderson marveled at the slender and smooth arms of his teacher, whose gentle musculature held him in a passionate grip. Morning light freckled on his untrimmed beard, scattering across his face. Anderson felt incredibly guilty for his cries the night before. *Maybe this can be a new start, maybe I can let go of Bradley now.* His heart ached thinking about Bradley, and the mere thought of him quickened his beating heart. *He doesn't care about me.* "Even when you're in my arms, you're thinking about him." Dr. Rezen's sad voice broke through Anderson's somber reflection. The guilt struck him again: crying out another man's name at night and dreaming of being with someone else now. "I'm sorry. It's just..." With a velvet hand, Rezen brushed the hair off of Anderson's forehead, sweeping it past his ear. Anderson relaxed and closed his eyes as he felt the strong hands wrap behind his neck in an affirming squeeze. "It's ok, Anderson. How many times do I have to tell you it's ok? I know what it's like to have a broken heart. I know what it's like to want to forget someone." He felt his head lean forward. There, lying down and facing his teacher, he gently pressed his head against the older man's chest. It wasn't Bradley's but it was warm, and it cared about him. "Why couldn't I have met you first? Why did I have to let him take me?" "Because he was probably handsome and charming, and he made you feel beautiful. Because he opened your eyes to who you are." Anderson balked at the words. Was he deep down, just some cock-loving slut, needing to be exposed, under the brutality of a dominant top? He had become comfortable with the words they used in sex, craved it eventually. "I stopped seeing a guy for calling me ¡®bitch' one time. Picked myself up and walked out the door. I hated it. I swore to myself I would never let anyone talk to me that way. But when Bradley touched me, I needed it: I begged him to debase me. Is that all I am? What I've become?" Anderson had no tears to cry, even if he felt displaced. Inside was a feeling of acceptance; that he had been a willing part of what they had done, even if he got hurt in the process. "None of us are ever just one thing, Andy. Today you are a student, one day you will be a Ph.D. Maybe in bed, you enjoy being a slut. It doesn't mean you aren't a man outside of the bedroom. No matter what role you play, you have to remember you're a human being first." Anderson looked into Dr. Rezen's eyes and realized that he was looking into somebody who never forgot that. He knew deep down that one day, with time, he could love this man. "I'm sorry about last night." "Don't be sorry. I should be thanking you. It's been a long time since I had sex. Being with you brought back a lot of emotions, which I too have to process." His gentle Brazilian accent dimpled across the words he spoke. Anderson knew that Dr. Rezen had been single for a number of years. His husband had died some time back; a fact easy to miss as Dr. Rezen never spoke about his dead husband. There had been a sadness to the way he said the word ¡®emotions', and Anderson hesitated to pry. "Do you think we could start over? Maybe if we took it slow, we could really build something." "I don't think that's a good idea, Andy. I'm your advisor and I should never have gotten so carried away as to have sex with you. You have dreams and a career. My job is to help you achieve them. I could never be faithful to that responsibility while dating you. And more importantly, last night, when we looked into each other's eyes, I realized something." He paused and weighed the next words very carefully. "What?" asked Anderson, a little crushed by the rejection. "I want somebody to look at me the way you look at him. When we locked eyes....there was a moment where you mistook me for him, and I saw something I hadn't seen in a long time. It was the way my husband used to look at me when we made love. I hadn't realized how much I missed it." Anderson rummaged through his brain to try and find that moment. Try as he might, he couldn't imagine what was in his eyes the night before. "I want to find somebody of my own, someone who can't forget about me." Even throughout the rejection, Dr. Rezen's arms had stayed wrapped around Anderson's shoulders, gently caressing him. The soft touch of his fingers circled around his deltoids and sent little ripples down his back. It was at this moment he realized his ass was still crying out for attention. Their talk about love had sent blood coursing throughout his body, warming his hands and feet, filling his cock. "Uhmmm....." Anderson wasn't sure what to do it, as his hard cock was clearly palpable against Dr. Rezen's inner thigh. The Doctor was smiling at him, friendly and compassionate, and fully aware of how hard he made Anderson. "Of course...It's important to note that we should return to our proper roles after you leave this house. What happens before you leave....well..." one of his hands reached down and pulled again on Anderson's cock, leashing him in desire. Anderson reached up and pecked his teacher on the lips. "I think the next thing you should do is fuck me because I'm really horny right now." "Ok, but after we need to eat breakfast. I won't tolerate a starving student." Dr. Rezen took control of the situation like a skilled lover, gently positioning Anderson to take his cock. They fucked without strings, just two men enjoying each other's bodies and dedicated to satisfying each other's needs. Anderson lost his load while propelling himself deep onto Dr. Rezen's long 10" cock, screaming his cumshot out at a volume to disturb the neighbors. Rezen shot his load too, pulling it out and shooting it on Anderson's face, leaving the tip in his student's mouth to suckle and savor. It was a new way to have sex for Anderson: open and as equals. He wiped off the remaining cum from his thigh and face, whatever he hadn't swallowed during their tryst, with a huge smile on his face. Breakfast was simple, with a discovery that Dr. Rezen was obsessed with American cereal. He opened his pantry to reveal walls of fruit loops, frosted flakes, even Wheaties. "Now you know my secret." Rezen said, smiling. Anderson groaned, the guy was unbelievable. "I don't know if you can recover in my eyes ever again." Shaking his heads he reached into the pantry. "Fruity pebbles?! I haven't had these since I was a kid." He started reaching for the box when his hand was slapped by Dr. Rezen. "I was going to have those, so you can't!" He teased, swiping the box from Anderson's reach. Grumbling, Anderson decided to eat some Quaker oatmeal squares. The sugar was probably in violation of his diet, but he deserved a cheat day. Pouring milk over the bowl, they sat down in front of each other and started munching. "So I realized you've never told me your first name," Anderson said. "No, and I can't tell it to you, you'll laugh at me when you hear." A very serious look came over his face. "Come on. I've worked with you for a few months, gotten fucked by you twice in the last 12 hours and I still don't get to hear your name?" "It's totally top secret." "But what name am I going to call out next time you fuck me?" "Hah!" Replied Dr. Rezen, "Who says you're getting fucked by me ever again?" "Well, I mean, I haven't left the house yet," Anderson said coyly, as he stepped off his stool. Walking over to Dr. Rezen, he straddled his advisor and began to unbutton the professor's shirt. "Well....you could always call me Doctor...Rezen...aggghhh" He finished his sentence in a groan as Anderson started to nibble on his neck, stripping the older man of his shirt. Sitting there, under the amorous attention of his protege, Dr. Rezen had to silently thank the man who turned Anderson out. Even if he was a douchebag, he had gifted the world with a thirsty bottom. He closed his eyes as Anderson's tongue pushed him into a state of sexual frenzy. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall to his ankles. With a flick of his legs, he pushed the pants to the side, making a mental note to pick them back up later. Using both hands, he pulled Anderson's legs to wrap around him, and start kissing the young man while walking him back to the bedroom. Between kisses, he looked at Anderson. Part of him wondered if they could start over; if Anderson could replace the man he left behind. Wrestling the boy into bed, he stripped off his underwear and looked at the naked and hungry boy in front of him. Anderson's head was sunk in the sheets, his chest rising and falling as he awaited Dr. Rezen's iron shaft. "You know there's a certain humor to this moment." Dr. Rezen said as he pulled both legs around his neck, ready to slide himself into the boy. "What?" Anderson looked back curiously. "That I'm a Brazilian, and I'm about to scale the Andes." He quipped. Anderson look back with a groan, his eyes rolling in mirthful grief. "So what name do I shout when you reach the top?" Rezen paused for a moment and decided to trust the boy. "You can call me Dr. Wellington Rezen. All seven syllables." Anderson laughed out loud, the name was as formal as Dr. Rezen was in his professorial life. Sighing as he felt the long cock slide into his ass, he pulled Wellington's face into a deep and passionate kiss. Savoring the Brazilian's beautiful tongue, he paused for a moment: "We might have to settle for Rezen." ---------------------------------------------------------------- To Be Continued......