Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 18:27:36 -0800 From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com> Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 4 Chapter 4: Rabbit Season, Duck Season 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 was walking out of his lab when Dr. Rezen pulled him over. "I've been looking over your latest chapter. Your discussion on epigenetics is good but it needs polish. Come inside for a chat." Anderson groaned inside, *Grad school, you're killing me* "Sure Dr. Rezen, but, I kind of have an appointment tonight. If it's going to be longer than a few minutes, could we handle it tomorrow?" Dr. Rezen eyed Anderson cynically, "I know it's not going to be a medical appointment at 7 PM. This is more important than hanging out with your friends." Dr. Rezen was a tall dark Brazilian man of 42. He was a handsome man with dark features: black hair and deep pools for eyes. Anderson had a crush on him when he first arrived on campus. At 6'2" tall, the man had an aristocratic air, complete with lanky build. He was a genius in seroepidemiology. His key field of study was HIV, and Anderson had gleaned enough from working with him to know that he was gay. Anderson trusted and admired Dr. Rezen, and they worked well together. "No....the gym I go to wants me to take some pictures for them. I've been doing some bodybuilding the past few months." Dr. Rezen rolled his eyes. "Yes, Anderson I know you've been working out lately. It's hard to overlook when you cut back your hours in the lab. But you didn't request me as your advisor to look over pictures of you bodybuilding." Dr. Rezen pulled Anderson into his office. Taking off his long white coat, The swarthy man draped it over a hook by his desk. He wore a fitted dress shirt immaculately fitted to his body, tucked by precise edges into a pair of tailored slacks. The material was luxurious, but Anderson's heart skipped a beat noticing how well the clothes fit Dr. Rezen's body. The man was incredibly fit, with shoulders that V'ed down into a taut round ass. Turning to face Anderson, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal two lightly hairy arms covered in soft black hair. He struggled a bit as the rolled up sleeves barely fit around his bulging biceps. The professor wasn't a bodybuilder, but it was obvious he took care of himself. Anderson was reminded of why he crushed on him when they first met. Dr. Rezen was sharp. He was direct but warm, demanding but gracious. He was also incredibly handsome. Everything about the man proclaimed his meticulous attention to style and detail. He also happened to be the first person Anderson came out to. His terrifying secret seemed just another detail to the man he respected most: part of a whole and not all that mattered. "Got caught by the advisor....will be late. Hopefully just an hour or so. Should we reschedule?" Anderson typed. "No worries, I'm still setting up. Let me know when you're headed over." Bradley texted back. Anderson sat down at the desk and Dr. Rezen pulled a chair up next to him. He pulled a large stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped them on the desk, brushing Anderson's shoulders while he grabbed some pens. He frowned. "Your arms are bigger than I remember." The professor lifted Anderson's arm by the wrist and turned it so that he could better examine the specimen. Anderson was caught off guard, their relationship had always been collegial, with little physical touch. The ease with which the man manipulated his arm sent a chill down Anderson's spine. "This bodybuilding has really worked out for you. I can see why they want you as a model." Without another word, the professor sat down and opened the stack of pages to one lined with red pen marks. Anderson turned his focus to the paper, but not before he realized that his body was pressed against Dr. Rezen's. The narrow desk pinned them together like sardines. What wasn't visible through the dress shirt could be felt shoulder to shoulder, and Dr. Rezen's muscular shoulders pressed into Anderson. He spoke quickly and methodically, going through each page, asking discerning questions along each paragraph. Anderson was having a hard time focusing: his pants felt tight and his cock was beginning to engorge. The Brazilian accent suggested exotic seductions in Anderson's ear, and his cock rose like a cobra to its charmer. As Dr. Rezen flipped through a few pages, Anderson took a peek at Dr. Rezen's pants and noticed a large imprint along the left thigh. The man was huge, with a long slender cock that curved like a butter knife against his muscular quads. His dick was soft, but Anderson noticed the imprint fill up a bit when Dr. Rezen's hand brushed his. Every page flip sent a little pump through the cock. Anderson's head started to feel light, as his cock drained his brain of focus. He couldn't stop looking at the taut cock edging against the thigh, a proud and pronounced head poking beyond the lining of his briefs. Anderson pulled his gaze up as Dr. Rezen finished the last page. "So I think if you make these changes, we will be ready to start on the next section. Dr. Rezen's eyes were looking at Anderson with an odd gaze. The young man felt compelled to return his glance. Dr. Rezen was surprised: he hadn't expected Anderson's body to react the way it did from their contact. Looking into his eyes, he found Anderson's eyes filled with adoration and lust. Dr. Rezen draped his arm across Anderson's back and felt the little quiver in the stud's body at their touch. Anderson's body was warm, and the tight muscles on his back flexed a bit against the professor's hand. The sexual tension was electric. "So, I don't want you to lose focus on what's important here. Bodybuilding is good, but you didn't go to grad school for bodybuilding. Deadlines are coming up. I'm going to start taking a more hands-on approach with you, to make sure we don't fall behind. Alright?" He patted Anderson's back and moved back to the other side of the table. "I want to see a new draft chapter by next week. We're going to start meeting bi-weekly to stay on schedule." "Yes, sir," Anderson replied. He stood up, the lining of his erection clearly visible under the fluorescent lighting of Dr. Rezen's office, and walked out the door with his backpack. ------------------------------------------------------- Sprinting with a hard-on was hard, but Anderson was anxious to get over to Bradley's. What he hoped would be an hour turned into two. Caught in the pace of Dr. Rezen's instruction, he had neglected to update Bradley on his time of arrival. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He texted. No response. *Shit* Thought Anderson. *He's going to tell me to fuck off* When he arrived, Bradley answered the door with a frown. "You should text next time. I don't make time for flakes." "I'm sorry! Grad school is hell and my advisor is having me rewrite the whole chapter!" This was the truth, though Anderson really had no clue what he was supposed to change. "Alright well, you get a free pass today. Come on in." Anderson stepped into Bradley's home. Walking in, he noticed high ceilings and a beautiful chandelier just inside the foyer. The house had a thoroughly modern vibe, with contrast paneling and a lush interior. Anderson followed Bradley through the home when Bradley turned around abruptly. He was so close behind that he collided right into Bradley's chest. Bradley brought his face closer to Anderson's and sniffed. "You stink. Did you run here all the way from the lab?" Anderson was embarrassed. "Yeah, I was really worried that you might still be waiting for me that I tried to get here as fast as I could." Bradley's breath was stirring something inside of Anderson. He took a deep breath and caught a whiff of Bradley's body as well. It smelled of soap, and steam...a smell which reminded Anderson of the night he had been in the locker room. There was another scent too: raw power and confidence. These pheromones filled his nostrils and began dismantling Anderson's defenses. He felt drunk. He felt his body lean in a little closer so he could take a deeper breath. "You should take a shower. Come on, I'll grab you a towel." Bradley took Anderson up the stairs into a shower. It was a spacious bathroom flooded with light. One wall covered was in mirrors, the other side held a large shower area which easily fit two people. Bradley opened a small closet and grabbed some fresh towels and shower supplies. "Strip," He ordered. Anderson dutifully lifted his shirt up, revealing a smooth V which slid into his pants. His abs had filled out, with a sexy vein flowing down the front of his abs. As he pulled the t-shirt over his head, his arms and chest flexed and flared to reveal two perfectly smooth and broad pecs. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and handed it to Bradley before beginning to pull down his pants. Pausing for a second, he realized how hard his cock was beneath his pants, and decided to turn around to remove the rest of his clothing. This didn't make any difference to Bradley who had clearly seen the outline of Anderson's cock through his pants. It actually worked in his favor because Anderson bent over and exposed his perfect ass to him while removing his underwear. The kid had done well for himself, with a nice tight ass that begged to be manhandled. Naked, Anderson turned around. He awkwardly tried to cover his raging erection as he handed his briefs to Bradley. Their eyes met and held. "Take your time, it sounds like you've had a long day. I'm going to throw these in the wash for you so they're clean. When you're done, I'll be in the room down the hall, where the studio is. I'll meet you there. Bradley walked out of the room and left Anderson alone, holding his rigid cock. ------------------------------------------------------------ Anderson showered quickly and tried desperately to beat off in the shower, but his cock would not obey. He flogged his penis in the hopes that he could get it soft before the photo shoot. If only Bradley was there. Anderson fantasized about breathing in Bradley's manly scent. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch and grow harder. Anderson was going crazy and needed to cum immediately. But the cum wouldn't come. He looked around the shower and noticed a laundry basket with some dirty clothes. Running over with water dripping down his chiseled body, he saw a jock. It was an impulsive move, but he grabbed it and held it up to his face, reveling in the scent of Bradley's underwear. Anderson could only guess how many hours this jock had pressed against Bradley's rock hard boner, absorbing every drop of precum and sweat shed during the day. It worked, and Anderson's cock shoot it's load, spurting out two, three, four pumps onto the immaculate floor of the shower room. Anderson breathed a sigh of relief, feeling oxytocin flush through his body, deeply inhaling the jock strap. He used the jock strap to wipe up his cumshot and finished his shower. Toweling off, he was ready to join Bradley in the next room. Anderson looked around and suddenly realized there was a problem. He had no clothes. Bradley had provided him towels and showering supplies, but no clothes. Was he supposed to go naked into the room? Anderson panicked. There was no way he was going to walk directly up to Bradley completely naked. His eye landed back on the jock strap. "Fuck," Anderson groaned. "I'll just wear this under the towel and see if Bradley can give me a change of clothes for the shoot." He pulled the dirty jock strap over his cock. The stain of his cum was wet and sticky. He wrapped the towel around his lower body and darted out to the next room. "Hey Bradley, I'm sorry but you didn't give me any clothes...." Anderson came into a white room with some camera and lights. Bradley was at the other end of the room, where it was a little darker, adjusting some monitors for the photo shoot. Bradley turned around, and his dark eyes hungrily ate up Anderson's naked body. Once again, Anderson was trapped his gaze. "Come over here." ---------------------------------------------- To Be Continued.....