Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 08:38:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Summer Job, Chapter One

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is prohibited in your
jurisdiction, read no further.  If you have any feedback, please drop me a
line at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com

This story is a sequel to a previous story I posted on nifty, called "My
Summer Job."

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Two weeks of classes.  One term paper.  Three exams.  That was all that
stood between me and the end of my college career.  It would be an
understatement to say that I was excited at the prospect of starting the
rest of my life, even if I wasn't exactly sure where it would take me,
either for the coming summer or for the years that would follow.  I had
contemplated going back to Idlewild Lodge, where I had spent the previous
summer working, but neither my boyfriend Sam nor I felt like that was the
right decision for either of us.  That chapter of my life, of our life
together, was closed.  But just going out and getting a job didn't feel
right, either.  An adventure was in order.  But where, and how to find it?

	On that fateful day I had spent my whole workout at the gym turning
different options over in my mind, and thoughts were still churning when I
wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower.  All of these
mental gyrations came to an abrupt halt, though, when I turned the corner
into the shower room.  Coming straight for me, dripping wet in all of his
naked glory, was my very handsome, very well-built archaeology professor,
William Polson.  I think that I stopped dead in my tracks, floored both by
his rugged good looks and the unexpected sight of him in the student locker
room.  Since I was standing right by the towel hooks that lined one wall,
he immediately saw me and waved as he walked over.

	"Mike, hey, how's it going?"

	"Pretty good, Professor Polson.  I'm just a little surprised to see
you in here."

	"Yeah, well, the faculty locker room is closed for repairs.  Again.
They just can't seem to get the damned plumbing up there working right."
He reached for his towel and began to dry his dripping-wet body, which I
discreetly tried to check out.  No two ways about it, I would have been
more than happy to rub down his muscular, hairy chest and solid legs, not
to mention the long, fat piece of meat that drooped heavily over his
dangling, swollen balls.  Just being in the presence of his naked
masculinity was enough to make my cock spring to life, and I had to will
myself to keep my budding hard-on under control.  Despite my best efforts,
anyone who knew what to look for would see a conspicuous tent forming in my
towel.

	"I'm actually glad I ran into you," he continued as he vigorously
dried off.  "There was something that I wanted to talk to you about.  Do
you have time to come by my office this afternoon, maybe at the end of my
office hours?"

	"Sure.  I'll be there at 4:00.  Is this about my last paper?  I
hope that it wasn't too bad.  I just didn't have it in me to pull an
all-nighter improving it."

	Professor Polson laughed as he wrapped the now-damp towel around
his waist, finally hiding the family jewels from view.  "Not at all.  I
wanted to talk to you about an opportunity that you might find
interesting."  As he walked away, I removed my towel and hung it on a hook.
Just as I was about to go into the shower, he turned back and winked.
"Actually, your paper was pretty good.  Don't worry, I think you're going
to graduate."  Before he walked off, I noticed that he very quickly scanned
his eyes over my now completely exposed body, pausing briefly to linger on
my semi-hard cock and giving me something entirely different to ponder as I
lathered up.

	Later that afternoon, I trooped up the stairs of the old brick,
ivy-covered building that housed the archaeology department and paused
briefly before knocking on Professor Polson's door.

	"Come," he called out from inside, and I swung the heavy door open.
He was on the phone, but he smiled when he saw me and motioned for me to
sit down.  As he carried on a rapid conversation in a language I didn't
recognize, I looked around at the chaos of papers, stone artifacts, and
books that spilled into every corner of the small room.  A large, framed
map of a group of islands dominated one wall.  Maybe a dozen photographs of
Professor Polson in the field hung on another.  In about half of them, he
was posed shoulder to shoulder with another man, a big, strapping blond
guy, similarly dressed in expeditionary clothes.  Judging by the artifacts
that they displayed for the camera, I concluded that they must have been
co-researchers.

	Finally, he hung up the phone.  "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mike.
Thanks for coming by."

	"No problem.  What's going on?"

	"Well, I won't beat around the bush.  I've got a proposition for
you.  You probably know that you are one of the best students in my class,
and I get the impression that you really like it, too."

	"Absolutely.  Your class is definitely my favorite this year."

	"Good."  He winked at me.  "I'm always glad to have a satisfied
customer.  That leads me to my proposal.  I'm in the process organizing a
trip for this summer to a very remote island off the coast of New Guinea.
I was there last summer on a surveying mission, and I found a very
interesting site right at the end of the trip.  I need to get back there to
take a closer look before someone else does.  Now, I normally take at least
one assistant to help out, sometimes two, and I'd like to offer it to you.
I don't know what your summer plans are, but I can pay you out of my grant,
and I would cover all of your living expenses."  He paused to let his words
sink in.  "So what do you think?"

	"I think it sounds fantastic.  But what exactly would I be doing?"

	"Well, I'm not going to lie to you.  There'd be a lot of hard
physical work.  If you want to spend a month on a beach somewhere, this
probably isn't the trip for you.  But I can promise you that you'll see
things not many people ever would."

	I could feel my level of excitement rising as I thought about what
Professor Polson was proposing.  "You said you sometimes take two
assistants.  Did you have someone else in mind?"

	"Actually, this trip has just started to gel in the last couple of
days, when the funding finally came through, and you're the first person
I've talked to.  I hope it isn't too late to find someone else.  Otherwise
you and I are each going to have a helluva lot of gear to carry."

	"I may be speaking out of turn, but I actually know someone at
another school, a real close friend, who might be interested.  He's smart
and very good in a tough situation."

	Polson furrowed his brow.  "It'd be a little unorthodox, to hire
someone I don't even know."

	"I could probably get him to come down this weekend, if you wanted
to meet him and talk to him.  I just think that I'd be a lot more
interested in the trip if he came along."

	My archaeology professor laughed.  "OK, why don't you try to set up
a meeting, and we can go from there.  If your friend's the price of getting
you to say yes, I may not have much of a choice."

	And that's how my boyfriend Sam, Professor Polson, and I found
ourselves a month later winging across the Pacific, on our way first to
Hong Kong for a one night layover, and then on to points beyond.

	"So remind me how long this flight is," Sam said as we reclined our
seats and settled in.  He and I were seated next to each other in a window
and an aisle seat, and Professor Polson was seated right across the aisle
to our left.  He was already buried in the pile of reading he had brought
on board.

	"Oh, about thirteen hours, I think," I replied.

	"Shit.  I'm bored already."

	No doubt about it, the flight was long.  Two movies, two meals, and
a magazine later, as the plane winged through smooth air and after the
pilot had dimmed the cabin lights, Sam announced that he was going to try
to get some sleep.  I decided to follow suit.  Doing our best to get
comfortable, we raised the armrest between us, spread a blanket over our
bodies, and closed our eyes.

I think that I actually managed to doze for thirty minutes or so before I
became aware of Sam's roving fingers, inching their way under my T-shirt
and across my stomach, into the waistband of first my cargo shorts and then
my boxers, next migrating down to my leg and back into my shorts from
below, before finally coming to rest on my zipper.  No way, I thought to
myself, before Sam proved me wrong by slowly pulling the metal tab down,
creating a new opening into which his hand could burrow.  Sliding his
fingers through the fly of my boxer shorts, he came to rest on my dick,
which was now hard and leaking slippery fluid.  He was content to lightly
stroke my meat back and forth, and I was more than happy to let him do it.
There was no way I was going to let him make me cum (I didn't need that
kind of mess in my lap), but even a little teasing was better than the
other in-flight entertainment options.

	Maybe one hundred miles passed high above the Pacific before I got
curious myself.  Sliding my hand over to Sam's crotch, I cautiously popped
open the button-front fly of his shorts.  Slipping inside, I discovered
that he was wearing tidy-whiteys, which presented a little bit more of a
challenge for me than my loose boxers had for him.  Persistence eventually
paid off, though, and my fingers finally penetrated the opening and
encountered his rockhard cock.  Using my index and middle fingers like a
clamp, I was able to manipulate his foreskin back and forth over his
sensitive cockhead, creating friction that he seemed to appreciate.

	We kept this up for quite a while, stroking and jacking each other,
ratcheting our excitement up and bringing it down, stoking a fire that
wouldn't be extinguished until later, when we had some real privacy.  I did
my best to maintain a stoic expression, so that none of our fellow
passengers would be able to deduce what was going on under the blanket, but
my guess was that an observant person would have been able to figure it
out.  Finally, the captain announced that he was going to raise the lights
in anticipation of the final meal service and landing.  I whispered to Sam
that it was time to get everything tucked back in, and we did our best to
straighten things back out.  Glancing over at Professor Polson, I initially
thought that he was asleep, but I quickly realized that his eyes were
actually open just a hair, and that he was looking our way.  I hoped that
he hadn't seen too much.

	The rest of the flight went quickly, and clearing customs was
pretty unevenful.  I think that all of us were grateful for that; it had
been a long flight, and we had more or less lost a complete night of sleep.
Even though it was only 7:00 in the evening when we checked into the
airport hotel, where we would spend our one night layover, none of us
seemed particularly interested in going into the glittering city of Hong
Kong.

	"Do you boys want to get something to eat, or do you just want to
get some rest?" Professor Polson asked as we rode the elevator up to our
adjoining rooms.

	"Gee, Professor Polson, I'm really not hungry now."  I turned to
Sam.  "What about you?"

	"I need a hot shower more than food," he replied.

	"OK, I guess I'll just take a nap myself.  And by the way, you both
should quit calling me Professor Polson.  I go by Will to my friends and
fellow partners in crime."

	"Will it is," I replied, opening the door of the room that Sam and
I would be sharing.  "Do you want us to let you know if we go down for some
food later?"

	"Sure, just knock on my door."

	Once inside our room, I dropped my luggage, flopped onto the bed,
and heaved a great sigh.

	"It sure as shit feels good to be out of that plane," I said,
lacing my hands behind my head and watching Sam's reflection in the
bathroom mirror as he took a leak.  "Are you going to take a shower now?"

	Sam came back into the bedroom, not even bothering to tuck his cock
back inside of his shorts.  "Maybe, as long as I have some company."  He
skinned off his T-shirt and stepped out of his shorts and underwear, and
his fat, uncut cock began to rise to the occasion.  "What do you say?"

	"I say that you got me very horny on the plane, and I'm gonna make
you pay."

	I quickly stripped off my clothes and followed him into the neat,
compact little bathroom.  Slipping into the shower behind him, I took the
shampoo and began to lather his wavy brown hair, working up luxurious suds
that coursed over his body as he rinsed himself under the spray.

	"Mmmm, that feels nice," I whispered into his ear, as I slid my
torso back and forth over his slippery body.  My large cock was now
completely hard, and I wedged it into his asscheeks as I leaned around and
slipped my tongue into his sensitive ear canal.  Grabbing the soap, I began
to lather his body under the hot water.  I deftly retracted his meaty
foreskin, exposing his leaking head, which I began to molest with my
slippery, soapy fingers.

	"Have I ever told you how much I love playing with your uncut cock?
Your foreskin's so fucking hot and sexy."

	"I like it when you rub your cut cock against mine.  Your cockhead
is so fucking naked and horny."

	I turned him around so that he was facing me, allowing me to grasp
our jerking tools together.

	"You mean like this?" I asked as I rubbed them together.  Sam was
right about my cockhead; it was dark purple and swollen, and it pulsed with
horny electricity.

	"Oooh, yeah.  I like to see it squirt hot cum out of that big
slit."

	"But how're you gonna see that if it's buried in your ass?  I told
you I was gonna make you pay for teasing me the whole flight, and I think
that means I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you."

	Sam reached down and inserted a finger between our cockheads while
I continued to pump our shafts together.  "You mean you're really gonna
stick this big prick into my tight hole?"

	"I'm not just gonna stick it in there, I'm gonna fuck that hole
till you can't stand it anymore."  I put my lips on Sam's and darted my
tongue into his mouth.  He tasted hot and sexy, and I reveled in the
intense feeling as I ground my body against his and bounced our cocks
together.  Without even bothering to dry off, I grabbed him by the hand and
led him out of the shower and over to the bed, where I pushed him down onto
his back.  Poised over him on all fours, I alternated kissing his mouth and
his neck, and I used my hard cock to poke at all of the sensitive spots in
his groin.  He flinched with anticipation every time the tip of my cock
made fleeting contact with his clenching hole.

	"You want me to fuck you?" I murmured.

	"Ooh, yeah, just fucking plug me," Sam groaned, positively
quivering with excitement.

	I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a complimentary bottle
of lotion, cracked it open, and lubed up my thick organ and his tight
pucker.

	"Are you ready?" I asked, wiggling first one and then two fingers
through the fleshy hole.  The canal inside was boiling hot, ready to rock
and roll.

	"Yeah, I'm ready.  Just give me that big cock of yours."

	Pushing his legs back with my strong forearms, I deftly wedged the
tip of my cock right where it needed to be and slowly poked through.  Sam
let out a deep groan, one that rose in volume, as I pressed in further.  He
exhaled deeply, I guess in both relief and pleasure, as soon as my cockhead
completely popped through his inner sphincter.  I'm in for the duration
now, I thought to myself, knowing that his ass would fight to keep me
inside until he came.  Very exquisite sensations radiated out throughout my
body as inch after inch slipped into his velvety sheath.  Finally, my pubes
came to rest up against his muscular butt, and I was completely buried.
Savoring the wonderful sensation of being encased inside his hot body, I
lowered myself down onto him and nuzzled his neck.

	"How's that feel," I whispered in his ear.

	"Just fucking amazing," he replied as his butt squirmed around a
little, trying to create some friction.  "You feel me up so nice, so full."

	"You like it when you're already full?" I asked as I began to
stroke back out.  "Or do you like it better when I'm filling you back up?"
I quickly pumped back inside, scratching every horny itch I could find on
the way.

	Sam didn't really reply, he just groaned loudly, which I took to be
an expression of pleasure, so I continued pumping in and out.  No matter
how many times we have had sex, fucking Sam has always been like a new
discovery, each time revealing new horny potential in every nook and cranny
of his butt.  The sensation of my hard flesh sliding against his quivering
canal just sends me to the moon.

We fucked like that for a good long while, but eventually Sam must have
decided that he wanted to take a measure of control.  Reaching up, he
pulled my body down on top of his and, while hungrily kissing me, rolled us
over, with me still buried deep in his ass.  Once on top, he began to
absolutely ride me, greedily devouring my cock with his butt.  It was
unbelievably exciting to watch his erect cock bounce up and down as he
impaled himself again and again on my glistening organ, and I reached up to
explore his smooth chest and pluck his hard little nipples.  I'll be the
first to admit that it was a bit of a struggle to keep myself from cumming
prematurely, but there was no way I was going to shoot before Sam got off.

	Once he was in charge of the tempo, that didn't take too much
longer.  I had started to jack Sam's cock in time with the pistoning that
his butt was receiving, and that was enough to bring into focus what
mattered most to him in that instance, which seemed to be relieving the
ache that had developed in his balls.  His big, smooth, egg-shaped
low-hangers had pulled up taut against his body, as they prepared to unload
their contents.  I fingered this sensitive flesh even as I continued to
jack him off, and he began to loudly groan.

	"Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  I'm gonna fucking cum, Mikey boy."  A fine
spray of cum droplets squirted out of his cockhead and rained down on my
tanned chest.  Is that all, I thought, as there was a momentary pause.
That was definitely not all.  Impaling himself once more on my cock, Sam
reared back and let the cum fly.  Thick ropy streams jetted out of his
pulsating organ, coating my pecs and reaching my chin.  Just the sight of
that much cum squirting out of my boyfriend's cock was almost enough to
push me over the edge.  I reached up and pulled him down on top of me,
giving me wide open access to his defenseless hole.  All I wanted now was
to get off, and I fucked him with wild abandon, in my mind's eye seeing the
flood of sperm that he had just unleashed over me.

	"Oooh, yeah," I groaned, pumping deeper and deeper, reaching down
to feel my shaft drive into his fleshy ring.  "Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna fill
you up with cum.  I'm gonna just fucking fill you up."  Driving in to the
hilt, it felt like my cock literally exploded as it injected its load of
sperm deep into Sam's guts.  "Do you feel that?  Can you feel that?"

"Mmm, feels very nice," Sam said.  "I wish your cock was always in my ass."

	I shivered involuntarily, and I flinched when Sam strummed a finger
over one hard, protruding nipple.  Very intense, pulsating waves of
electricity radiated and re-radiated through my body.  Every hair on my
body seemed to be standing straight up, and every square inch of skin
seemed to be hypersensitive.  It was truly a monster orgasm.

	Sam slowly pulled himself off of my still-twitching cock, and he
curled up against me, spooning our bodies together.  He reached back and
guided my still-hard cock up against his hole, and I gently poked through,
into the now quite slippery canal.  We relaxed like that, with me buried
deep inside his body, slowly feeling sleep begin to wash over us.  Just as
I was drifting off, I heard a cough coming from Professor Polson's, or
rather Will's, room, and I idly wondered whether he had been able to hear
our fun.  I decided that I would worry about that later, and I slept.