Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 02:07:44 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: College Teacher. Chapter Six

   I woke up next morning full of the joys of spring, even though it was
midsummer. It was broad daylight but still early and I turned my head to
see Kit still asleep next to me. I raised myself and turned to him, leaning
on my elbow and bent over and kissed him on the lips.
   He subconsciously responded before he opened his eyes and then smiled
when I broke off the kiss.
   `Good morning,' I said to him as I rubbed my hand up and down on his
chest.
   `And a good morning to you too,' he replied. I moved down a bit so that
I could lay my head on his chest and his arm came up round my shoulder as I
lay there, listening to his heart beat, my hand now wandering further down
his body. It encountered his morning erection, up hard and lying on his
stomach. I grasped it and began to slowly rub it. This is what I loved as
well as the man that it belonged to.
   Then it hit me. Love? I hardly knew the man! Carnally yes, but other
than that I didn't know a thing about him. I'd only been at the college a
week and here I was, stroking another man's prick and telling myself that I
was in love with him. I must be mad, I thought. I've only known two women
in my life so far and then in the space of a week, I have sex with a man, a
stranger really and fall in love with him. And with what you've got in your
hand a small voice in my head said.
   True, I said. I love the soft silky skin that I'm moving on the hard
piece of flesh beneath. I love the power and strength that's in that muscle
never having equated that my own must be the same. It was nice to hold, to
suck and to have it up inside me. I could feel its heat and the throbbing
and I gave out a groan for I really did want it and I loved the man that
had it and I moved my head down from his chest and onto his stomach and
took the head of his cock into my mouth.
   I wanted to suck, bite and chew him till he came in my mouth and at the
same time, do it to me. I wiggled about so that my body was now upside down
to his and knew that my own throbbing organ was only inches away from his
mouth, for I wanted the release that I wanted him to have. His body moved
and my heart gave a jump as he laid on his side and took me into his mouth
and took me to heaven.
   I came and so did he and now, it wasn't sperm in my mouth but ambrosia,
the nectar of the Gods and I rolled it round in my mouth, savouring the
bitter sweet taste of him before swallowing it. I kept on sucking at the
fiery head, squeezing his shaft to get the last drops out as I licked him
clean at the same time.
   A few minutes later, I let go of him and moved back round to face him
and leaned over and kissed him again.
   `I love you Kit Carson,' I said between kisses.
   `I love you too Colin. I also love your doctor's bedside manner. You're
a real tonic for me.' He was half laughing and I had to laugh with him as
he gave me a big hug. `Now let's go for our swim before breakfast,' he
said.
   We went out of the tent and ran and jumped straight into the pool and
got a shock, for it was bloody cold. The river had been running through it
all night and it felt really icy. It was very refreshing but too cold to
stay in too long and so we were soon out and towelling ourselves down to
get warm before getting dressed. When we were ready, I had to wait for him
to replace the boards of the weir at both ends of the pool to stop the
river flowing through.
   `I hope it warms up by the afternoon,' he said when he rejoined me. `It
made my cock shrivel up and we can't have that happening can we?' he asked
as he took my arm through his for us to walk back through the woods to the
college.
   `I can always warm it up for you,' I replied as I opened my mouth wide
to emphasis just how. He laughed and hugged my arm, though he let go when
we came out of the woods for it wouldn't look right to be seen walking
across the playing fields arm in arm.
   We went up to our rooms first to brush our teeth and use the toilet
before going down to the hall for breakfast and I was surprised to see the
Dean there. Good mornings were said and he asked me to visit his study
after the meal with my notes for the forth coming year's tuition.
   I duly presented myself to his study and after his enquiries as to how
was I settling in etc, we got down to my programme, basing it on what
Professor Hughes had reached in respect of the various years of the
students. I'd had to prepare a seven year program to cater to boys from
eleven years old up till they would be seventeen. I was pleased to be told
that my published book was on the students list for them to be supplied
with for this coming year, and for the years to follow for those who hadn't
reached their seventh year. This meant that that was another three hundred
odd books that I would be receiving my royalties from with an additional
thirty two every year unless they were passed on to a new incoming student.
   The programs I had set out were based on the politics and effects that
led up to the most important aspects of our British history. For the first
years, it was from William the Conqueror up to Richard the Lionheart and
the Crusades. Second year was from Edward the First and his troubles with
Scotland up on to the Peasants Revolt in 1381.
   Third year was Henry the Eight and the machinations against the Roman
Catholics, through Elizabeth and on to Charles the First leading up to the
Civil War. Fourth year concentrated on what led up to the War of American
Independence and also the French Revolution.
   Fifth years were to be taught about the Battle of Trafalgar and on to
Napoleon with the climax of the Battle of Waterloo. For the sixth years, it
was on the industrial revolution during the reign of Queen Victoria and on
through to the First World War. The final year for those who would be going
onto university after leaving us, I concentrated on the Second World War
and up until the present day.
   It may seem that all I was interested in was wars and battles but this
was really only the result of the political shenanigans that preceded them
that I was dealing with.
   Overall, the Dean was impressed and wished me luck for the coming
year. I then asked his permission to assist Carson in his efforts to help
the boys with field craft at the weekends. This he granted as it would mean
that ten boys could attend if they so wished, which led him onto saying
that he would visit the camp site that afternoon.
   It was now lunch time and we went down to the hall where I sat with Kit
as usual and told him of the expected visit of the Dean.
   `I don't think it wise to let him see the boys naked, swimming in the
pool,' I said to him. `He might get the wrong idea.'
   `Good thinking Batman,' he said through a mouthful of food. `I'll make
sure that the boys bring some trunks down.' This Kit did after the meal and
I hung around the cloisters to escort the Dean down to the pool.
   It looked good with the two boys swinging out on the rope over the pool
under Kit's supervision and the Dean was delighted at what Kit had done in
this respect and gave his whole hearted approval of the project when Kit
explained all that we would be teaching the boys whilst they camped out
over the weekend. The boys would be excused the usual Sunday morning church
service but they would have to be back to attend the evening service before
supper.
   Kit was happy that the Dean agreed to my helping out and said that we
should celebrate by going out into the town for a drink after supper. This
would be my first look at the town and so I looked forward to it, but all
we did was go into the first pub and down several pints of beer each. He
told me that only the seventh year students were allowed out into town
after supper but still had to be back in college before lights out. The
other years were allowed out over the weekend but not after supper. Of
course, all were forbidden to enter any pubs but what with supermarkets
selling beer and spirits, this rule seemed superfluous.
   Three pints was enough for me and Kit saw that I was struggling to
finish my last one when he suggested we went back to the college. This I
agreed to and put my unfinished pint down gratefully and got up and went
with him out into the fresh air. This revived me somewhat and went along
willing with him knowing, well, hoping really, that we would have sex again
together.
   `It's dark already,' he said as we walked the short distance to Gresham
Lane and the college's entrance. `It's too dark to go to the woods tonight,
so I guess it'll have to be our rooms.'
   Rooms, he said my mind shouted at me. Plural! I didn't know what to say
as we went into our house and along the corridor to our rooms. He opened
the door to the sitting room and went straight over to the windows and
opened them.
   `Phew. It's hot in here. Have you got any condoms in your room?' He
asked out of the blue.
   `N...no,' I stuttered, thankful that he'd asked the question.
   `Never mind. I've got some in my room. Shall we?' he asked me with a
smile and held out his hand.
   `Oh yes,' I breathed out, giving him a smile back and took his hand and
let him lead me into his room where he closed the door behind us and opened
the window.
   `God it's hot in here too,' he said. `Let's get these bloody clothes off
and get comfortable.' He began to get undressed and I quickly followed suit
till we were both naked. I'm sure we both had thoughts of sex on our minds
for we were both sporting big erections that stood up proud as peacocks,
the emphasis being on the last part of the word.
   `I think we both want the same thing,' he said with a smile as he opened
his arms and I moved straight in between them for him to put them around my
upper torso as I then held him round the waist as our bodies came
together. Our cocks clashed and became glued between us as we
kissed. Tongues vying with each other as we sought to catch the other to
suck as our open mouths met.
   Oh God, I want this cock I can feel, I said to myself as I moved my hips
against him causing our two erections to move between us.
   `I love you Kit,' I said with an air of breathlessness as we paused in
our kissing. `Make love to me now, please.' I was begging and didn't feel
the slightest of shame by asking to be fucked by this man.
   `You took the words right out of my mouth, but I'll see to you first
then,' he said as he broke away and went to the bedside cabinet drawer and
got out two condoms, giving one to me. I quickly tore the wrapper off and
knelt down in front of him and took the head of his cock into my mouth
first for a few sucks and would have liked to continue, but I wanted it up
inside me and so I let him go and quickly rolled the rubber down over his
hard length of flesh.
   I got onto his bed and stayed kneeling, giving him room to get on as
well behind me. I felt the corner of the bed sag a little as he got on and
felt his hand come onto my hip. I was already drooling at what was about to
happen for the second time and said a quick prayer, for what we are about
to receive etc.
   Then I felt his cock nuzzle my back passage and I forced myself to relax
and then came that bit of pain as he stretched my ring to accommodate the
head of his cock and then he was in and I felt it all slide in and his
thighs touched my bum as his other hand came onto my hip.
   I now felt complete with his cock up my bum and was now to be taken back
to heaven as he started to move his hips and feel his penis begin to ream
my insides. I could feel every grainy vein that ran down under that skin as
he slid back and forth, almost pulling out at times, stretching me that
little bit which I loved. Both of his hands were on my hips as he rode me
and I was loving every minute of him doing so. His balls smacking against
my bum made their own noise while mine swung silently to his movement. Both
lots of sperm being agitated though his were having the greater stimulus
and soon made known their willingness to be released and so he gripped my
hips tighter and began to pull me back onto him as he moved faster.
   The film of Ben Hur came to my mind of the war galley being forced
through the water to the beat of the drum, driving the men to put their
backs into the heaving of the oars. Ramming speed was called for and that's
what Kit was now doing, ramming himself into me as he came to the point of
no return and he held me tight as just his hips moved and I felt the head
of his cock swell that bit more as his seed erupted into the condom up my
backside.
   He gave out a groan as he pumped into me and I felt him sag over my back
and felt droplets of sweat fall onto it.
   `God, I love doing this to you Colin,' he said, still hard up inside me
though not moving now, but his cock was still twitching away as the last of
his coming was pushed out.
   `And I love you doing it,' I gasped, `though I wish it would last
longer.' I felt him begin to move and I cried out. `Not yet! Stay there a
bit longer,' I begged as I eased myself down onto the bed, squeezing my
muscle to hold him there until I was flat on the bed with him on top of
me. `This is nice,' I got out, my voice slightly muffled from the pillow.
   `It sure is,' he replied, giving me a kiss on the neck. `God, I didn't
know what I was missing till I met you,' he breathed into my ear.
   `Well I didn't know that sex like this could be so good,' I said and
then gave out a groan as he pulled out of me, enlarging my hole again as
the head of his cock left me. My own cock was now throbbing like mad as I
heard him go off to the wash basin to dispose of the condom. I rolled over
onto my back with an inordinate feeling of pleasure at just being fucked by
him and gave him a smile as he came back into view and held up my arms for
him to come into for a kiss of gratitude that I felt he deserved.
   `Your turn now,' he said after that kiss, getting onto the bed with
another condom ready in his hand. This he rolled onto my erection and then
moved away and went up onto his knees. I wondered if I still had the
strength to see to him as I already felt quite exhausted at his fucking of
me, but I managed.
   I got up behind him and looked at those lovely cheeks of his that I was
going to get in between and didn't take long in doing so. He grunted as I
pushed myself into his tight orifice and took my turn as he said, of
fucking him, and loved every minute of doing so.
   I cried out as I came inside him, holding him tight up to my thighs as I
bucked inside him, coming in great gouts of semen, and it was my turn to
let the sweat drop down onto his bare back.
   `I don't think I could ever appreciate a woman now after having you
Kit,' I said in gasps as I bent over his back.
   `A woman can't do this, that's for sure,' he said in the same way,
taking in great gulps of air. I pulled out of him and he gave out a little
cry at the sudden vacancy of his backside, and I struggled off the bed and
with wobbly legs, went to the wash basin and used some tissues to pull off
the condom and drop it into the bin that he had used for his.
   `Come here lover,' he said with his arms open as I walked back to the
bed. I did, and went into them and got a multitude of kisses as he rolled
me over so that I was on my back as he gave me some very deep, passionate
kisses. `God, I don't know how many times I've said this to myself, but I
love you and I want to fuck you every night and have you do the same to
me.'
   `The feeling's mutual,' I replied, accepting his kisses and loved the
weight of him lying half across my body, and that's how we slept that night
in his bed. Arms and legs entwined, sweaty and breathless but happy and
contented in each other's arms.
   We were woken up by the banging of both bedroom doors to a shout that
tea was up and we looked at each other and grinned at my bedroom door being
knocked upon too.
   `What would the good doctor prescribe for this?' he asked as he pulled
my hand down to his hard morning erection.
   `The same that mine requires,' I said, pulling his hand down to mine. `A
good bit of mouth resuscitation.' He gave me a grin and quickly turned
himself round on the bed and presented me with his rampant cock inches from
my nose. It was big and hard and I could see it throb quite clearly as I
licked my lips before opening them and taking the head of his cock into my
mouth. I felt him do the same to me and so we sucked, tongued and jerked
each other off until we came at almost the same time, flooding each other's
mouth with our sperm, to savour before swallowing and then licking the
other cock head clean.
   `That's as good as breakfast,' he said when we'd finished, and I moved
off the bed and gave him a kiss and went off to my own bedroom to get my
robe, grabbing a cup of tea on my way through the sitting room. I felt as
happy as a lark, singing in the shower down the hall, thinking at how lucky
I was to come to this college and share a sitting room with Kit. Don't
forget his bed too a little voice in my head said. That too I said to
myself with a nodding of my head and shook the head of my dick saying that
he liked Kit as well.
   You like him as well, I said to my backside as I washed it. You like his
cock stuck up inside and moving about as he fucks you. I began to get
another erection at the very thought of him being up inside me again and so
I leaned back against the wall and masturbated to come all up the wall and
watched it slowly get washed away from the shower spray.
   You even like it when he kisses you, I said to the mirror as I dried
myself, especially when he's lying half on top you, to which I agreed as I
smiled to myself at the thought. I still had that smile when I went back to
my bedroom and then out into our sitting room, dressed ready to go to
breakfast.
   `You look happy,' Kit said as I entered.
   `I am,' I said as I went over and kissed him. `I'm in love.'
   `Then so am I,' he replied, returning my kiss, `for I'm in love with
you.' With that, we went off to eat. When we went to sit down I gave out a
groan and he looked at me in alarm.
  `What's the matter?' he asked anxiously.
  `That,' I said pointing to a big parcel by my seat along with my papers
and delivered letters. `My manuscript.' I explained that about a month
earlier I had sent it off to my agent for correcting as it was my new book,
The Political History of France. I had intended whilst at the college to
start my research for a book on the United States of America, but with now
having Kit for a lover, he came first. Apart from the manuscript to check,
I still had The Times, the American magazine Time and my copies of Hansard
to read, to keep me up with the world's political events.
   So what was left of the holidays before the term started, I spent all
day reading and only going with Kit after supper to swim and then make love
in the tent, for we would have to stay in our rooms when the students were
at the school. For he told me that the housemaster wakes them up in the
mornings but we had to take it in turns to do a check of the rooms to make
sure that they obeyed the lights out rule.