Date: Mon,  6 Sep 2004 13:25:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: Twonight <twonight@excite.com>
Subject: Black Dorm - Part 8

The next semester was a lot of fun.  I was getting a lot of sex and all of
my classes were going well except for my second-year biology class.
Dr. Shaw was the prof and he was as hard as they come.  He had no sympathy
for anyone and he was incredibly demanding.  He was also a sexy guy - about
35 and built very nicely.  If he wasn't such a prick, I would have made a
move on his prick.

By the fourth week, I was already struggling and he mentioned my less than
stellar performance during class one day.  After class, I told him that I
was thinking of dropping the class due to the extreme demands it was
placing on my study time.  He thought about it for a moment and suggested
that I come by his office that afternoon to discuss my concerns.  I
reluctantly agreed and move on to my next class.

That afternoon, I stopped by his office and he told me to sit.  He closed
the door and turned to survey the scene before he spoke.  "You're spending
more time fucking than studying and it's going to be your downfall," he
said confidently.  I was surprised by his directness, but couldn't argue
with his logic.  I told him that I hadn't planned on the demands that my
course load would place on me and really needed to reconsider my schedule.
"Let me ask you this," he said "What is the essence of my course?"  I told
him that I didn't understand the question, so he rephrased it.

"What is the heart of biology?"

I thought about it for a minute and said "It's the interaction of living
organisms in a common ecosystem."

"Exactly," he said "Just like the interactions that you have with your
friends every night at that frat of yours."

I was stunned at his directness and asked him what he knew about my
fraternity.  "I know that you are a bunch of queers who would rather suck
each others cocks than study for my course" he said, smiling.  "You
practice biology, but you don't study it."  I was stunned at his frankness
and struggled for a response.  "Have you ever seen a cock that you didn't
want to suck?" he asked and stared at me as I tried to think of a retort.
Finally, after careful consideration, I said "Just because I like the taste
of dick doesn't mean that I don't study."  He smiled and walked to the
door, locking it and returning to his chair.  With his back to me, he
unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

He turned to me and held his dick in his hand as if to offer it to me.  It
was a beautiful piece of meat and I really wanted to suck it, but I was
unsure as to how I should proceed.  He took control of the situation and
walked over to slide it in my mouth.  It was very hot to be sucking him in
his office as hundreds of students and faculty wandered by just outside the
door.  He moved back to his chair behind the desk and had me get on my
knees with my legs up under his desk.

I was really giving his cock a workout when, suddenly, I heard a key in the
door and the sound of the doorknob turning.  The professor pushed me under
the desk and slid his chair against the desk with my mouth still engulfing
his big cock.  I heard a voice say, "Oh hello Professor.  I thought you
were out this afternoon.  I was just going to pick up those papers so that
I could start grading them tonight.  I still had his big cock buried in my
throat and the presence of the grader seemed to make his cock get even
harder.

"Oh, by the way professor, I've been thinking about our last conversation
and I really do think that I would like for you to feed me your dick and
fuck my ass.  I'm getting horny just thinking about."

With that, he locked the door and walked around to get at the professor's
cock.  When he saw me, he gasped, but his shock soon turned to lust.  He
immediately went to his knees and licked the professor's cock.  I took it
out of my mouth and let him get all of it in his mouth.  As the professor
fed his assistant his cock, I slipped out of my clothes and slid behind the
assistant (I found out later, that his name is Artie).  I pulled out my
trusty lube and began to lube up his ass.  It wasn't that tight, so I knew
that he was used to getting some stiff meat in his butt.  I lubed my own
hot throbber and slid firmly into his ass.  When the professor saw this, he
had to get some ass of his own.  Before I knew what hit me, he had his big
dick buried in my ass with his balls brushing my butt.  I always love a
fuck sandwich when I'm in the middle and these two hot white guys were
really giving me a lot of pleasure.

I warned Artie when I got ready to shoot, but he just bucked harder on my
shaft causing me to blast a molten load of sperm in his slutty hole.  I
moved him forward so I could get a taste of my cum as it dripped from his
well-fucked ass.  He moaned as I tongued his ass and the professor got even
harder as he watched the sex show in front of him.  He was really ramming
my ass hard, forcing my tongue up Artie's ass with every forward thrust.
My ass was really on fire as he reamed me like a cheap whore.  Finally he
could stand it no longer and began to blast his hot load in my butt.  It
was shooting so hard it felt like a firehose.  On and on it went, filling
me with a massive amount of cum.  Suddenly he pulled out and slipped it in
my mouth.  Surprisingly, he still shot a considerable amount in my mouth.
While he finished unloading his balls in my mouth, my ass was gushing out
hot jizz and it ran down my leg.

When I had taken his entire load, he stood and grabbed my clothes and threw
them at me and said, "Now, get the fuck out, whore."  He told Artie to stay
and get him hard again so he could fuck his ass.  Artie did as he was told
and started sucking the professor like a baby.  The professor gave me a
look and said, "I told you to get the fuck out, bitch.  I know that you
don't understand biology, but I thought that you understood English, you
stupid faggot."  With that, I walked out, but I was not done with this
asshole.

Shaw lectures standing at a podium with about 100 students in a small
auditorium.  Under the podium is a trap door to the basement, through which
they run cables to the audio-visual system.  A friend of mine works in the
AV lab and has access to the basement area.  I decided it was time to set
this asshole straight.  The next day, Shaw was about ten minutes into his
lecture, when I opened the hatch below the podium and climbed up.  My head
was about waist high and I reached out and unzipped his pants, keeping a
tight grip on his pants.  He was shocked and started to pull back, until he
realized that I had his cock in my hand.  He moved forward again, hiding
his cock under the podium.  I immediately engulfed it with my lips and
began to suck him, really working his cock and balls as I deepthroated him.
I have to admit that I got the idea from one of those stupid "Police
Academy" movies.  He tried to continue the lecture, but he kept moaning in
the middle of his sentences.  The class began to chuckle as he struggled to
speak.  I was really working him hard and I could tell by the tightening of
his ballsac that he was getting close.  At that point, I signaled my friend
below and he pulled the fire alarm.  When it went off, I ducked back down
the hatch and closed it behind me.

I didn't see what happened next, but the description that was all over
campus by the end of the day was pretty funny.  Apparently, the closest
emergency exit for the lower rows was behind the professor and several
co-eds were running by as the professor turned pointing his rock-hard,
naked cock right at them.  The professor was fired the following day and
arrested for lewd conduct.  I never saw him again, but I still laugh about
it every time I think about it.


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