Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 17:05:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: smithers1066@yahoo.com
Subject: Duncan and the Professor

   The following story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual situations between two consenting adult homosexual
men.  If such content offends you or is illegal for you to
view due to age or laws in your state or country, please do
not continue.  All persons and events in the following story
are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental. Enjoy.


   Duncan and the Professor

   "Why the Hell am I here?" I asked Carter.  It was futile
as there was no way he could hear me above the techno remix
of "The Rose" that was blaring in THX around us.  Somehow, I
had allowed my newly returned friend to talk me into a trip
to Sparky's, this college town's only gay bar.  In fact, it
was the only gay bar in a 75-mile radius.  I could still
remember my excitement the first time I had come here, a
fresh-faced 19 year old college freshman.  Carter knew (in
the Biblical sense) the bartender and had smuggled me in two
years ago.  I was expecting the kind of place where
discerning men could sit at well lit tables, cosmos in hand,
and discuss the latest Soderbergh film  while subtly
flirting.  Instead, I was treated to a dark, dingy, hole
with a worn pool table and a microscopic dance floor stuffed
with cheery drunk straight girls.  "They have the best music
here," was Carter's response.  As Bette gave way to a drum
machine solo, I dove further into my Pabst.
   "Buck up, sweetie, it'll be okay," Carter said as his
eyes strolled trough the room at butt-level.
   "They have faces, you know," I said, disgusted.
   "I'll get there."  Carter then decided to give me his
full attention, probably as a way  to play coy with some
muscle-bound, bi-curious frat boy.  Carter loved anything
with a hyphen and curious at the end.
   "So Tom wasn't ready, there are other men," he said with
smarmy reassurance.  My latest feeble attempt at have a love
life had collapsed the day before when Tom, an adorable
Journalism major, had decided that he wasn't ready for
anything more than a little necking and a drunken grope in a
walk-in closet at a party.  Carter had decided that a night
of cruising would cheer me up.  Of course, the only one
cheery was Carter as there seemed to be quite a few boys
here he hadn't seen naked.  This was cause for a breaking
news bulletin in the middle of regularly scheduled
programming.
   "I know.  I just don't want to be here," I said as an
obese older man strode by wearing a diaper and Baby Jane
curls.
   "He's not even gay," Carter said, watching him walk by.
"He just likes to have his diaper changed."
   "That's reassuring.  I'm gonna go.  I just wanna go home
and sleep."
   "Fine."  He deflated and pulled out his wallet to pay
for the drinks.  "Just let me go say good-bye to some
people, okay."
   "Yeah."  Carter disappeared into the crush of people as
I drank the dregs of my pint.  A sensation suddenly coursed
through my veins.  It was so unexpected it took me a second
or two to realize that a hand was on my shoulder.  I could
tell from its strength that it obviously wasn't Carter's.
   "Hey, there," a baritone voice said.  Someone was trying
to pick me up, I thought.  I turned and caught the glare of
his glasses in my eye.  "How's it going, Duncan," he said.
   "F-fine," I stammered.  Standing in front of me was my
American Lit. professor who I routinely described as Adonis-
like or Greek God-ish.  He was tall, with wavy brown hair
and a softly chiseled face.  Every part of it, from his deep
brown eyes to his full lips to his dimples was perfect.  And
any thoughts of his muscular, toned body caused my eyeballs
to roll into my head.  Plus he wore thin, wire-rimmed
glasses, my personal fetish.
   "I didn't think you'd like a place like this," he said,
eyeing me.
   "I don't," I said, still a little stunned.  He was
wearing a crisp, white dress shirt.  Had the light been
better, I could have seen through it.
   "Neither do I," he said as he sat on the stool beside
me.  "It's like a detainment camp designed by Pat Buchanan.
Except with techno."  I chuckled.
   "Well, it's all there is here," I said.
   "Yep."  Silence.  "You seem down, everything okay?"
   "Yeah, I'm fine."
   "Ah, fine.  I've been fine.  Drank a lot, when I was
fine, actually.  Man trouble?"
   "It's nothing."  I hesitated, not sure I wanted to delve
into my relationship woes with my American Lit. professor.
"He just...wasn't ready."
   "For what?" The intense interest in his eyes was
disconcerting.
   "Relationships."
   "Ah, a newbie.  Well, us old hands, we have to let them
discover things for themselves."
   "I'm not really an old hand, Professor."
   "Shh!  Don't call me that here.  That's how rumors get
started."  I think he was half kidding.  "You here with
anybody?"
   "Just my friend Carter."  I started to point him out,
but when I saw him getting jiggy with two high-banged coeds,
I added, "He left a little while ago."
   "Oh."  The bartended appeared and asked us if we wanted
another drink.  I waved my hand to signal no.  Dan thanked
him, but declined as well.  "Hey, do want to get some
coffee?  I'm a good listener."  I would have preferred him
to say "I'm a good kisser," but I said sure.


   As the glazed light of the lampposts seeped through the
spring leaves, the campus looked almost Parisian with its
cobblestone paths and wrought iron benches.  Dan and I had
been walking and talking for about forty-five minutes when
we reached the Quad.  I had told him all about Tom, how I
had been instantly attracted to him -- his intelligence, his
self-effacing giggles, his ass.  I had even delved into my
high school boyfriend Steve, who I announced I was finally
and completely over.  He had nodded knowingly and offered a
few stories of his own.  His first love had been his college
roommate.  They discovered each other one night while they
were drunk and it turned into a torrid, year-long fling.
(It wasn't until weeks later that I realized all of Dan's
stories sound like letters to gay porn magazines.)
   When we approached the English building, Dan suddenly
remembered he had left his briefcase in the upstairs
classroom.  He asked if I wanted to come with him to
retrieve it.  I innocently said, "Sure."  It's always
strange to see school buildings empty and dark.  There's an
air of danger and the forbidden when the desks are all empty
and the lights are out.  Dan removed the keys from his
pocket and we entered.
   "I hope I can find the room. I still get lost in here,"
he said.  His voice echoed faintly in the large foyer.  We
ascended the staircase, Dan first.  As I watched the muscles
in his back constrict and release, my lungs were consumed
with a noxious cloud of lust.
   We reached the top floor and made our way down the hall.
The classroom was unlocked.  Dan held the door for me and
turned on the light.  It was a huge room with vaulted
ceilings and twelve foot windows.  I walked over to look out
the window on the glowing, still campus.  The entire Quad
was empty -- the cobblestone paths, the manicured lawn, the
benches.  The whole ivy-league romance of it was
overwhelming.
   I was about to comment on the view when I felt two hands
on my shoulder.  My body turned to ice sculpture.  I could
feel Dan's breath on my neck, and then his lips.
   "Um," I said.
   "Shhh."  His languorous voice quieted me.  His hands
moved around to my chest at glacial speed.  As he nuzzled
the nape, I cursed myself for not shaving my neck stubble.
I had to focus on this to avoid thinking about what was
really happening.  I was being seduced.  Well, he wasn't
having to put much effort into it, but he was the aggressor
here.  He wrapped his arms around me and held my shoulders.
His tongue moved up my neck, to my earlobe, and gently bit.
My heartbeat echoed in the cavern where my self control had,
until recently, taken residence.  Dan released my and spun
me around .  I stared into his eyes, trying to find the
perfect adjective to describe their shade of brown --
chocolate, sepia, umber?  I decided they were the exact
color of Ewok fur.  Strangely, this was an erotic notion.
   Dan stared back, his pliant lips turned in a faint,
mysterious smile.  "Is this okay, Duncan?" he asked.  The
uncharted depths his voice reached on the vowels made my
answer automatic.  I nodded, shyly.  He put his hands
against my clean-shaven cheeks and leaned in for a soft,
tenuous kiss. Every muscle in my body dissolved into the
consistency of corn syrup.
   Having only kissed two other people (three, if you count
Mary-Margaret Kingshoffer in the third grade) I was
unprepared for the vigor of Dan's mouth.  Steve was 16 and
had clumsily jabbed his tongue with no thought of what it
was doing.  Tom was slightly more precise, but his nerves
made kissing him more sweet than sensual.  As I struggled to
keep pace with Dan, I tried to memorize everything he was
doing, wanting to learn far more from him than American lit.
By the time I felt his hand on my belt buckle, my
inhibitions had become sub-atomic and floated off into
space.
   "Can we." I mumbled.  "Can we takes this slow?"
   "We can go as slow as you want," he whispered, moving
his hands up from my belt to caress my arms.  I wasn't ready
to stop kissing him.  His mouth returned to mine and I felt
his tongue slide easily into my mouth.  The stubble on the
rim of his mouth was coarse and it hurt a twinge on my
smooth face.  But the soft warmth of his mouth was so
intoxicating I didn't care.  He started sucking on my lower
lip as his hands explored every inch of me, rubbing my back
and shoulders, dropping down to gently squeeze my ass.
Tentatively, I reciprocated what he was doing, feeling his
hard muscular arms and back.
   His mouth left mine and he kissed his way back to my
ear.  He nibbled and sucked on my earlobe which caused every
available drop of blood in my body to shoot straight to my
cock, which was now straining against my briefs and khakis.
He pulled me close to him and I could feel his own hard
member against mine.
   "I've wanted to do this since the second I met you," he
whispered in my ear.  I had a hard time believing that he
could want me, seeing as how I never worked out and my body,
while thin, had little definition, whereas his body was like
the Oxford English Dictionary.
   He kissed down my jaw line, then to my Adam's apple. He
slipped his hands under my t-shirt and the feeling of his
hairy forearms against my bare back caused me to moan.
   "Can I take your shirt off?" he asked, a hint of
plaintiveness in his voice.
   "Uh-huh." I said.  His mouth broke from my neck and I
raised my arms as he pulled the white t-shirt off, revealing
my white, lightly haired chest.  My self-consciousness about
my body seemed unnecessary as he smiled dirtily and dove for
my right nipple.
   I had never had my nipple sucked before and the electric
sensations that shot at light speed through my body made me
a little unsteady.  He flicked it with his tongue, then laid
his whole mouth on it, sucking and licking it intensely.  He
released it and immediately went for the other nipple.
Electricity again.
   "Um," I said. "You still have your shirt on."
   "So I do," he answered and moved his hands to the top
button.
   "Can I?" I asked, gaining a little confidence.  He
dropped his hands to his side, giving me access.  I reached
my slightly trembling fingers up to the button and,
fumbling, released it.  I moved down to the next button,
then the next.  His firm pecs, with their thick brown hair,
began to emerge.  I tried to think of baseball to avoid from
coming right there.  But then I thought of Dan playing
baseball, Dan in a baseball uniform, Dan in the baseball
locker room. Nope, that won't work.  Girl's softball.  Much
better.  When I reached the last button, I slid his white
shirt off his tight shoulders and down to the floor.
   "God, you're beautiful," I muttered.  His pecs climaxed
in firm, large nipples and with a little soap and water, his
abs could have cleaned the dirtiest of clothes.
   "So are you," he whispered.  To my amazement, I think he
meant it.  He gently took my chin in one hand and pulled me
into another kiss.  Gaining in confidence, I reached for his
belt buckle and unfastened it.  He felt his way back to
mine, but I stopped him.
   "I want to suck you first," I said.  It was as if a
second personality, Sex Guy, was taking over and making me
say things before I had fully processed the thought.
   "Mmmm, okay," he breathed.  I lowered myself to my knees
and sat, staring at his bulge.
   "I'm not too experienced, so tell me if I do anything
wrong," I warned.
   "Do anything you like, experiment, I'm all yours," he
said.  Then added, just to be safe, "but, watch the teeth,
okay?"
   That much I knew.  I unfastened the top button on his
jeans, revealing a white waist-band. I unzipped his jeans
slowly.  I never realized just how sexy that sound was.  I
placed my hands on either side of his waist and pulled the
jeans down.  As I sat, admiring his white boxer briefs, he
kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans which had
balled on the floor.
   I reached around and cupped his ass, then brought his
crotch into my face.  He smelled clean and musky at the same
time.  I could feel his hard cock pulsing against my cheek.
I opened my mouth and sucked gently on it through the
material.  He let out a sigh.
   The moment of truth had arrived.  I slowly lowered his
underwear, exposing his large brown bush, then the top of
his cock.  I wanted to see all of it, so, I quickly tore the
rest of his briefs off.  His cock snapped up and lightly
slapped my face.  We both chuckled.
   "You've got me so hot," he said.
   I leaned back to take it all in.  There, under a thick
bush and above ample, hanging balls sat the most perfect
dick I had ever seen; in real life, in magazines, anywhere.
It wasn't huge, which I was thankful for, knowing where I
wanted it to go, but it was a nice size.  Seven inches,
maybe a little more.  And it's girth was perfect. Not a coke
can (again, a good thing) but thick and veiny.  I realized I
was staring.  I slowly reached my hand out to touch it.  The
second my fingers brushed the shaft, Dan let out another
moan. I extended my tongue and placed it right at the base
of his cock where it met his ball sac. I slowly tracked my
way up the underside, leaving a trail of saliva. Dan put his
arms on my bare shoulders which made me shiver.  My tongue
reached his head and there was a small drop of precum in his
slit.  I darted my tongue in and tasted it, savoring  his
sweet, salty essence.
   "You're doing great," he said.  I had almost forget
there was a body attached to this beautiful cock.  I opened
my mouth and took the head in, swirling my tongue around it,
wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible.  I knew it
would be a challenge to get the whole thing in, but this was
college, dammit, and I needed to challenge myself.
   I sucked on his head for a bit, all the while listening
to Dan's ecstatic breathing.  I relaxed my throat, took a
deep breath, and started moving further and further down.  I
closed my eyes and when I felt my nose in his pubic hair, I
knew I had done it.
   "Inexperienced?" he said, chuckling, "You're a dirty
liar."
   I tried to constrict and relax my throat muscles like I
had read about.  It seemed to be working.  I was loving
this.  I let out a deep moan and that seemed to make him
shudder.
   "Yeah, baby, tell me how much you like my cock," he
ordered.
   I continued to moan and groan as I moved up and down on
his cock.  My own cock was about to pop my seams but I
resisted the urge to touch it because I was so turned on.  I
started moving up and down his shaft faster and faster,
trying to get every last millimeter of his cock in my mouth.
One of his hands began stroking my curly brown hair and he
might as well have been stroking my cock it turned me on so
much.
   "Oh God, I don't want to come yet," he pleaded.  I
didn't want him to come yet, either.  I slowly released his
cock from my mouth, which was already mourning the loss.
   "I want you to fuck me," I said, with surprising force.
   "You sure?" he asked.
   "Hell yes," I said.  Sex Guy was in complete control
now, and damn if I wasn't enjoying the ride.  My hands shot
to my waistband and starting unfastening everything.
   "Slow down," he cooed, grabbing my upper arms and
lifting me up. "No fair you having all the fun."  He grabbed
either side of my head and brought me in for a deep kiss.  I
could feel his hard, wet dick rubbing against my bare
stomach.  I wanted to freeze time and live in this moment.
He threw his arms around me and led me over to the teacher's
table in the front of the room.  Slowly, he lowered me onto
my back and lay on top of me.  He ground his dick into my
bulge, which by this time had been imprisoned so long we
were in violation of the Geneva Convention.
   Slowly he kissed down my chest.  Taking a moment at each
nipple to make sure they were adequately hard.  Then he
dipped his tongue into my navel.  I certainly was learning
things.  His hands expertly undid my pants and he looked up
at me while he pulled them off.  I raised my hips a little
to make it easier.  There was an animal hunger in his eyes,
still wearing his glasses.  I could see my own beaming face
in the reflection.  He took a moment to assess my cock.
   "You have a beautiful dick," he said.  I knew my dick
was at least average.  It was a nice six and a half inches,
not particularly thick, but smooth and milky. "With a huge
head, like a mushroom. And those are some great balls."
Having my equipment catalogued was new to me, but I liked
it.
   He stood up and took off my shoes, tossing them to the
side, then he pulled off my pants and underwear and threw
them to the ground.  As much as I wanted him to keep his
glasses on, I knew they would get in the way, so I reached
up and took them off and handed them to him. He tossed them
gently on top of my pants on the floor.  We were now both
naked in the middle of a darkened classroom.  This was
without question the single most sexy, dangerous thing I had
ever done. I what full of a sort of illicitricity.  I know
that's not really a word, but go with me.
   Dan stood appraising, his hairy chest heaving with lust.
He got on his knees and I thought he was going for my cock,
but when I felt his breath on my balls, I leaned my head
back and exhaled.
   His tongue snaked out and licked one, then the other,
then he took one into his mouth and gently sucked.  My dick
lurched up.
   "Easy, fella," he said after he had released me.  Then
he made his way to the other one.  His tongue tickled the
small amount of hair on them. It fell out of his mouth with
a pop.  Again I thought he would be going for cock and again
I was wrong.  I felt his hot mouth on my perineum.  I didn't
actually known it was called the perineum at the time, all I
knew is that it felt like Heaven.  When I felt his breath on
my tight hole, I knew that asking him to fuck me was
absolutely the best decision I had ever made in my entire
life, bar none.
   His tongue gently flicked my rosebud, then eased all
around, making everything wet and hot.  His hands kneaded my
asscheeks expertly.  I wasn't prepared for the sensations
when his tongue made it's way inside me.
   "Holy fuck!" I screamed.
   "You like that?"
   "Oh God, but don't talk, when you talk I can't feel your-
Jesus Christ!" I moaned, my breathing ragged.  He had
stiffened his tongue and was driving it in and out of my
hole.  I felt it brush against something inside me and I
almost passed out.
   "Fuck me.  Please.  Please! Fuck me."  I was desperate
now.  I heard the tearing of a wrapper and the sounds of
what I guessed was a condom being unfurled. Then I felt
something lukewarm on my hole.  It was wet and slippery.
Lube?  Shit, this guy planned ahead.
   One warm finger slid in and out of my hole as I steeled
myself.  I tried to relax my hole as Dan stood up and lined
his cock up.  I felt the head just lightly kiss my rosebud.
It constricted a bit.
   "Just breathe," he said, reassuringly. "You just tell me
when to stop."
   I wanted to tell him never to stop, but this was my
first time and I had to be pragmatic.  I felt his head
pushing against my opening and I looked up to see that he
was staring right at me.  He smiled reassuringly, then
pushed the head in.
   "FUCK!" I screamed, by body convulsing, every nerve on
fire.  Dan took my scream as encouragement so he pushed
farther in.  It hurt a lot, but there was pleasure there too
and I knew if I could get through it, I would be in ecstasy.
   He was about halfway in and stopped, allowing me to
catch my breath.  I could feel my hole relaxing around his
cock.
   "You want me to keep going?" he asked.
   "Yes.  And you don't ever need to ask me that again."
He smiled and I felt him moving again, pushing deeper and
deeper into me.  I had never had a feeling this intense.
Finally I felt his hair against my skin and knew he was all
the way in.
   "God, you are so tight.  You're gonna put me over in no
time," he growled.  Our eyes met and he leaned down.  I sat
up a bit, feeling his cock jerk a little inside me.  Our
mouths met and I felt his tongue dancing with mine.  Then he
drew his dick back so only the head was in.  I moaned
instinctively.
   "Please" was all I needed to say.  He rammed himself
into me my the force of a train.  My moans became gibberish,
strings of curses and nonsense words, like some profane
Lewis Carroll poem.
   "Fuck-shit-nnnnn-graaaaaah-ooh-yeah-NNNNNN!"  His cock
was pistoning in and out of me now, my ass muscles
convulsing and twisting all around it.  His breathing was
hard and ragged.  He moved faster and faster, our sweaty
bodies slapping against each other hard.
   "Oh God, I'm gonna come," he screamed, gutturally, with
a volume I didn't think was human.
   "Come inside me, please" I hissed.
   "Oh God, oh God.  Damn you are so hot. Oh yeah, Oh yeah.
I'm coooOOOOOMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!"
   I could feel his hot cum filling the condom inside me.
He slowed down, out of breath.  My own cock, which we had
both been ignoring in favor of my ass was not taking kindly
to the slight.  I reached down to grab it, but he pushed my
hand away and I felt his pull out of my with a plop.  Before
I knew it, his nose was pressed into my bush and I could
feel his throat and tongue all over my cock.  He sucked up
and down like the fate of the world depended on it.  I threw
me head back and felt my eyes roll up into my head.  I was
floating above my body as all the blood in my head seemed to
rush to my crotch to reinforce my engorged cock.
   "I'm gonna come," I screamed, wanting to give him time
to pull off, but it only made his suck faster and harder.
He moaned loudly and the vibrations put me over the edge.
   "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!" I
moaned as I felt wave after wave of cum shoot down his
throat.  I could hear him working hard to swallow it all.
He pulled up so that only my head was in his mouth as he
milked the last few drops out.  He sat up and wiped his
smiling mouth, then moved in for a deep kiss.  I tasted
myself in his mouth and found this surprisingly erotic.
   "Damn, you're hot" he said when he had pulled away from
my mouth.
   "Me?  Have you seen you?" I asked lightheartedly.  He
lay down next to me and I turned on my side to snuggle a
bit.  We just lay there, breathing and holding each other
for a few minutes.

   Dan leaned against a one-piece student desk, buttoning
his shirt.  I was still prostrate on the teacher's desk,
trying to use relaxation breathing to stave off a panic
attack.  The weight of what we had just done was hitting me.
   "We should probably get out of here," Dan said, "I think
the janitors work on Saturdays."
   "Oh," I said.  I sat up and fastened my khakis.  Dan
picked my tee-shirt off the floor and brought it to me.
   "Here," he said.  I pulled it on, but got my head stuck
in an arm hole.  Dan chuckled and untangled me.  "You okay,
Duncan."
   "Yeah," I said.  "I've never done anything like that
before."
   "Oh," was all he said.  I had so wanted him to say, "Me
neither," but I had no such luck and really, who was I
kidding?  I sat for a moment, staring at the back wall,
trying to decide if I should say something.  Dan's actions
had been so unexpected, so inappropriate, so "A Film by Chi
Chi LaRue", that I was afraid this was to be the extent of
our relationship.
   "So, is that it?" I asked.
   "What do you mean?" he answered blankly.
   "Is that...it?"
   "You mean, with us?  What do you want, Duncan?"  He sat
beside me on the desk.
   "I'm not sure," I whispered.
   "Would you be opposed to something more?"  There was
caring in his voice.
   "No," I said, smiling slightly.
   "Neither would I.  Come on, I'll walk you home."  He
stood up and held his hand out for me and stood up.  I felt
a rush of something -- passion, courage, stupidity -- so I
kissed him gently on the mouth.  He took my head in his
hands and completed the action.  We broke and after I was
dressed, he put his arm around me and walked me out the
door.  It wasn't until later that I realized he hadn't
retrieved his briefcase.  And it wasn't until weeks later
that I realized there had been no briefcase.  Of course, I
was fucking him at the time, so I didn't mind the lie.