Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2012 19:17:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Gift, Part 2

				"The Gift,"
				  Part 2

      I woke up the next morning, wondering if it had all been a dream.
But I didn't have very much time to wonder; I had a 10:30AM appointment
with Dr. vonDieten.
      As I was driving down Tropicana Blvd. toward the campus, my phone
rang.  It startled me because I had received very few calls since the
divorce, and wasn't expecting anyone to call.
      "Hello?"
      "Denny?"
      "Yes, this is Denny Christopher.  Who am I speaking to?"
      "This is Liam.  You know, from class last night."
      I had forgotten completely about Liam.  "Yeah, Liam.  I remember.
But how did you get my phone number?"
      "Everybody in the group exchanged numbers last night, remember?"
      Honestly, all I could remember from last night were those hot lips on
my cock, and blasting a scalding load down Anthony's throat.  I guess I
needed to pay more attention.  "So what's up?
      "I thought we could get together today to begin working on our part
of the project.  And I was hoping that you could explain to me again about
what Dr. E was telling us last night.  I have no fucking clue what she
said.  Maybe I could look at your notes and it would make more sense to
me."
      I thought about my meeting with vonDieten.  "I'll be free after
lunch, say about 1 o'clock.  Is that okay?"
      "Great.  I've got class from 10:30 till noon, and then swimming
practice at 4PM.  We can get in a few good hours.  Want to meet at the
library?"
      "Sounds great.  One o'clock at the main desk."  I was at the campus,
and pulled into the parking structure a block off Flamingo.  It was a long
walk across campus to Dr. E's office, so I had time to make a mental list
of questions that I had for her.  But she beat me to the punch with her
first questions as we sat down.
      "So, Denny Christopher, why are you going back to school at age 48?
Do you think that teaching will be the easiest thing to do for a person who
is having difficulty getting a job?"  She obviously didn't believe in
sugarcoating her words.
	"You're right, I am having difficulty finding a job, but I have
never taken the easy road, and I've never backed away from a challenging
situation.  I'll put in the effort necessary to pass every class, to gain
the skills I need to be a good, no, an exceptional teacher, and I don't
think age has anything to do with it.
	"Good," she replied, with a slight smile on her face.  "I would
expect nothing less.  And don't let Mr. Nelson hold you back."
  	"Mr. Nelson?"
	"Liam.  Good swimmer, nice kid, lousy student.  I noticed him
shadowing you like a lost puppy.  He'll be looking for someone to help him
get through his classes.  You seem like the kind of person who might take
in a stray.  Don't lose your focus of working to be that `exceptional
teacher' by getting sidetracked with helping Liam."
	I didn't let on that we were meeting at the library in a little
while.  It seemed like Dr.  E was writing him off.  I was concerned that
she might be right, that helping Liam might take away time I needed for
focusing on my own career.
	We finished with all questions and the answers gave me a better
handle on what I needed to do to be successful.  And I needed to be wary of
the amount of time Liam took from me.
	We met at the library, but seemed to only scratch the surface when
it was time for Liam to head to practice.  We were on a roll, and I really
didn't want to stop.  Liam suggested we meet at his place after practice,
and he'd stop and pick up burgers on the way home.  I suggested that I stop
for a few groceries and meet him at his place, and I would cook him dinner.
His eyes lit up!
	"I haven't had a home-cooked meal in over a year, since I got to
school last fall.  I'd love it!"  He gave me directions to his place, a
small apartment a few blocks off campus, and gave me his keys.
	"You can start cooking before I get home.  I promise to do the
dishes after."  Liam turned to walk away, but not before he flashed a huge
smile at me.  It was the first time I'd seen him smile.  He looked like
he'd just won the lottery.
   	I decided on my famous meatloaf, topped with melted provolone
cheese, with sides of stuffed baked potatoes and steamed broccoli.  I had
no idea what he liked to eat, but being a jock, he would probably eat a lot
and be happy, regardless of what it was.
        Before I left the library, I stopped to use the restroom near the
rear exit.  I couldn't help but think that this restroom needed some work;
the AC seemed really weak, and the odor of urine hung over the room.  Not
enough to make me sick, just enough to make me notice, and try to hurry to
get back to fresh air.  As I shook my cock to remove the last few drops, I
looked to my left, then my right.  Down the line of urinals, a thin,
spectacled youth carrying a backpack had his eyes glued on my cock while he
relieved himself.  He raised his eyes to look into mine.  When I didn't say
anything to discourage him, he hurried over, dropped to his knees, and
engulfed my cock to the root, smashing his lips against the zipper of my
jeans.  He attacked the target of his efforts with gusto, and set up such a
suction with his mouth that it almost hurt.  If he had used teeth, he could
have really hurt me.
     	"Slow down, bud.  You're not on the clock."  He just shook his
head, and continued at a frantic pace.  He unbuttoned and pulled down on my
jeans so that he could reach in past the zipper to grab my heavy balls, and
he alternated between rolling them around in his hand, and tugging them
down to the bottom of the scrotum, and then just a little further,
stretching the scrotum away from my body.  It was exquisite torture.
         I wondered where his other hand was, but when I looked down, I saw
a blur of activity as he stroked his own cock at breakneck speed.  I
couldn't figure what the hurry was, and very soon, didn't care.
         I began to moan in pleasure as an older gentleman entered the
restroom.  He looked over the top of his glasses in the direction of my
moaning.  The look on his face registered as disgust, and he quickly enter
one of the stalls and locked the door.  I tapped the unknown sucker on his
head, and asked if he wanted to take it into a stall.  Again, he just shook
his head.
        In no more than a minute, I could feel the gism boiling up in my
balls, and beginning its short sprint to my new friend's throat.  I shot
twice at the back of his throat, and then he pulled off most of the way,
just keeping the head in his mouth.  He seemed to be swallowing as fast as
he could, but cum escaped from the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to
gag or cough when he couldn't keep up.  He brought his hand up from my
balls to catch the cum he was losing, but kept his other hand stroking his
own meat, which shortly shot on the ground near his knees.
     	I was done, and feeling good.  Out in the open, but good,
nonetheless.  He was still on his knees, licking my cum off his hand,
having swallowed all the rest.  Then he did the unthinkable; he leaned over
and ate all of his own cum up off the restroom floor, alternating between
sucking and licking.  Didn't he realize that people stood here with their
dirty shoes, piss splashing out of the urinal in drops and landing where he
now had his tongue.  I almost threw up.  I turned to leave just to make
sure that he didn't try to kiss me.
        "Thank you, sir, for granting my wish to be degraded in public and
for depositing within me the source of your sexuality.  I will forever be
grateful."  With that, he pulled up his own cargo shorts, slung his
backpack over his shoulder, and marched out of the rest room.  WTF?  What
is it with restrooms on this campus?
     	Just then, the door on the furthest stall opened, and a middle-aged
man in his late thirties, dressed only in a t-shirt, nylon running shorts
and sandals came walking out holding his Smartphone.  This guy didn't
appear to be a student, maybe a local auditing some classes.
     	"Thanks, buddy.  I hope my little pussy slave treated you right.
We're going to have to work on his time, though.  He took about thirty
seconds longer than he was supposed to.  Any chance that you might be here
tomorrow, about the same time, so that we can try it again?"
     	Now it was my turn to just shake my head silently.  He continued to
stroll toward the door, his bubble butt stretching the fabric of his
shorts.  He turned back just long enough to say, "Nice video, though.  I
liked the groaning.  Don't worry, I didn't get your face, but the look on
HIS face was priceless.  Not real happy, but VERY obedient!  His next job
is to give a blowjob in the aisles of a grocery store.  It's gonna be fun."
With that, he turned and his muscular legs carried him out the door.  I had
a hard-on all the way to Liam's house, just thinking about the blowjob.
	Dinner was ready by six, but Liam hadn't arrived home yet.
Luckily, everything I had made could be warmed in the microwave without
losing its appeal.  I sat down on his couch to wait, and turned on some
music.  He had some instrumental smooth jazz CDs, so I put one on.  I laid
back, closed my eyes, and...
	It must have been about an hour when I woke up.  I couldn't
remember where I was, but I was enjoying having my hair stroked, and my
ears nibbled.  I opened my eyes to see Liam hovering over me.  It was he
who was stroking my hair and licking the insides of my ears.  It took all
my willpower not to groan out loud in pleasure, but a low groan did escape
my throat.  Liam sat up straight, and looked into my eyes.  Then he
blushed, and turned away, getting up from where he had been sitting at the
edge of the couch.  Before he could walk away, I grabbed his hand and held
him in place.  I waited for him to speak, not really knowing how I felt
about what was happening.
	"I came in, and it smelled like heaven in here, and then I saw you
sprawled out on the couch asleep, and then I was sure I was in heaven," he
said in a quiet, measured tone.  The last words he choked out were almost a
raspy whisper.  "You looked like an angel sleeping there."  He blushed an
even deeper shade of red, embarrassed by his own admission.
	He was embarrassed, and I was confused.  Twenty-four hours ago I
was a professed heterosexual, and now I had two guys—two good-looking
studs—hitting on me.  And then there was the bathroom guy.  Was I
attracting these advances?  Was I liking what was happening?  Yeah, I was
totally confused.  But I saw something in his eyes that drove me forward.
Dinner would have to wait a little longer.
	I stood up from the couch, and pulled my shirt up over my head.
Then I reached over and tugged Liam's shirt up over his head, too.  I
hadn't noticed it last evening, but he was about six inches taller than me.
His hazel eyes seemed more green today than last night.  I pulled him over
to the couch, pushed him onto it, and knelt down in front of him, leaning
in.  When his skin touched mine, I reached out and stroked his hair, spiky
as it was, and licked his ear inside and out, just as he had done to me.
He had the prototypical "swimmer's body"—slim, sleek, with just the
right amount of muscular development to propel him wherever he wanted to
go.  And hairless!
     I kissed his nose, then his closed eyes, and a muffled gasp escaped
his lips.  I ran my tongue across his lips, as Anthony had done to me, and
he opened his lips for my entrance.
      We kissed, and kissed some more, as we each explored the other's body
with eager hands.  Then Liam broke the kiss and stood up, pulling him with
me.  Then he turned us around and pushed me to the couch, yanking open my
jeans as he went.  Then he roughly yanked them off my legs and tossed them
aside.
      "Fuck!" was all he said.  He surprised me, because he looked like
just "too nice of a kid" to even know such a word, let alone use it.  But,
judging from the ravenous look on his face, `fuck' was what I was going to
have to protect myself from.  With any luck, my virginity would stay intact
until I chose to leave it behind.  Yeah, I chuckled just a little at the
choice of words coursing through my head.  Virginity.  Behind.  Maybe I was
the one who was a little too geeky, or nerdy, or whatever...
      Liam's actions snapped my mind back to the moment.  There was nothing
delicate about how he took my cock in his mouth and began to suck the life
out of it.  Or was he sucking the life into it?
      I moaned.  He pulled off to take each of my nuts, one at a time, into
his mouth and he bathed them until all the sweaty man musk was gone.  I
groaned.  He pushed me back onto the couch, spread my legs into the air,
and dove for my most intimate of places.  He washed my asscrack and my
puckered hole with his eager tongue, till all the tangy essence had been
consumed.  I gasped continuously for air, and whimpered.  Then he went back
for my pole, as he tweaked both of my nips.  I seemed to be in a state of
continuous groaning and writhing.
      "I'm getting close, real close, too close..." I croaked.  Liam just
continued.
      "Liam, buddy, I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum!  Oh, god,
I'm...Aaaa-uuuu-ggghhh!"  This was not like the cum I had earlier on
campus.  Where that one had been enjoyable and easy, this one was
mindblowing.  I reached my hands up, and clasped them together on my head.
I felt like I needed to hold onto it so the top of my head wouldn't fly
off.  I shot five or six scalding shots of spooge into his mouth, and Liam
didn't lose a drop.  When he was done, he rose until he hovered over my
face, and he flashed that big smile again.  I guess he had won the lottery!



.....to be continued......