Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 13:12:11 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Gay Archivist, Part Three" by Jay Roberts   Gay College

"The Gay Archivist, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay College

Two o'clock came up on my digital watch.  My hand was shaking.  I was in
actual fear of what the Archivist had in mind, although I had a vague
suspicion back deep in my brain.

I think, at this point, I ought to relate what my gay experiences were;
practically nothing exciting.  I experienced some mutual jerk offs with a
middle school pal.  In college I was sucked off in the bathroom twice.
Yep, that's about it.

Back in the archivist's office he waved to me to undress.  No words were
spoken yet.  He dropped his robe and was naked, his cock fully erected.  He
took hold of my bare shoulder and pushed me down on the couch, on my back.
I feared the worst when he grabbed my ankles and placed them on either side
of his rather bony hips.  Fear made me breath so heavily, I was getting
faint.  I felt the sweat breaking out all over my body.  My inner arms slid
over my sweaty sides.  He moaned as he looked down at me.

"What a sight!  What a compliant beauty you are.  I can't wait to possess
you physically as I have mentally.  I see your pretty, pink, puckered ass
hole is pulled tight for protection.  We'll soon fix that and you will
experience the thrill of your life, after the first discomfort.  But I am
going to grease up my tool to mitigate the pain."

He pulled his arm back and swatted me very hard on one buttock cheek, I
howled with pain, but in that instant my ass hole opened and he slipped the
head of his dripping cock just inside the ring.  The head was against my
prostate and he used this position to rub it back and forth until my eyes
rolled up and my mouth began d;ripping spit.

"How does this feel?" he asked huskily, knowing we were beginning to enter
a cooperative effort to bring us indescribable bliss.

I grunted, "I feel humiliated and raped.  I never thought my intellection
activities would become physical violation."

He laughed.  "You're talking shit.  To prove it to you Mr. John Smith, I
offer you an out.  Do you want me to pull out the tiny bit I have
accomplished and let you up, let you dress and end this accociation?"

My head swung back and forth trying to come up with an answer.  Finally I
whispered.  "I guess I ought to experience the ultimate."

"Stop being clever.  Tell me what you want and say it in a loud voice."

Then it came.  I bellowed out that I wanted to be fucked hard until I came.

He chuckled, then laughed loudly as he pushed his hips forward and entered
my hot hole until his wiry pubes were against my soft, pink ass.  He stayed
still, just moving his hips sideways stimulating the area.  I that moment I
knew that my sexuality was ass centered.  He seemed to read my mind.

"There you are love, laying on your back, your legs up in the air like a
girl.  You know now that you ass is your cunt and I can make you orgasm by
fucking you.  Here goes."

He pulled back and slammed in.  I cried out in excitement.  Then he began
the ride to ultimate orgasm.  In and out, smoothly, changing speed and
depth.  I cooed and sang like a happy milkmaid, glad to give up my will to
a man.

"You are about to orgasm Johnnie boi.  I see your face blushing, right down
you baby skin chest.  Don't fight it.  Let it happen.  I will join you
then."

My mind seemed to close up and I stifled my will and just allowed the
mighty wave of orgasm to overtake me.  I was grunting like a pig in mud,
loving every second of the wave of orgasm.  My hips were making fucking
motions, my breath was labored, my tongue lolled out of my mouth and I was
salivating and dripping on my chin.

He began to moan steadily.  "Yeah girl, your ass hole is vibrating.  I
can't hold on any longer."

He began to soak my canal with slippery spooge as my prick began shooting
long streams on your face and chest.  The two of us were one in our mad
ending.

Finally it was over.  He pulled out, wiped his prick on a tissue, put on
his robe and sat on his desk chair. "I have another appointment today.
You'll have to leave."


I went back to my dorm room and began to commit all my adventures in the
form of notes for the dissertation.  I finished early morning.  Bundled
them together, grabbed some breakfast at the corner MacDonald's and headed
for the institute, planning to show the notes to Robert.

There was a new guard on the desk and he asked me to sign in.  He looked at
the book and noted the person I was going to see.  "What's this, Robert
Castleberry has been dead for two years.  In fact, the selection committee
is interviewing candidates."

"No," I explained.  "I want to see Robert Castleberry, Jr.  his son."

The man looked at me.  He has no son.  I think you got something wrong,
Mac."

"But I have been seeing him the last few days in restricted part of the
library."

"That can't be.  I have the key here and it hasn't left me or the other
guard since Dr. Castleberry's death."

Well I never solved the mystery.  I went to the Institute several times
wandering around to see if I would spot Robert.  No luck.  But, the real
story is that my experience in research had turned me into a happy bottom
boi and life is good.

End