Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 17:30:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish@yahoo.com>
Subject: Professor and Mentor (new story)

The following story is an erotic work of fiction. There will be scenes of
homosexuality depicted in the story. If you are not of legal age to read
stories of this nature or you are offended by such subject matter do not
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Professor and Mentor

After finishing a fantastic Saturday afternoon entertaining and drinking
wine with some of my former students and colleagues to celebrate the
semester ending, all but one of my guests had slipped away. The two of us
continued drinking glasses of red wine talking, laughing and enjoying each
other's company. Somehow, we managed to roll off the couch onto the living
room floor where we continued laughing and wrestling around.

The good-looking chap who was rolling around the soft white carpet
wrestling with me was about ten years younger. Suddenly, one of the younger
man's moves managed to subdue me, pinning me to the living room floor. The
young man sat straddling my torso smiling down at me. Neither of us said a
word: the younger man just tickling me.

For me the early evening playfulness was reminiscent of my high school days
with friends. Not saying a word the young man would alternate between
tickling my ribs and flicking my nipples that were prominent.

After a few minutes the playful young man seemed to become more serious. He
leaned back against my legs that were drawn up against his back bent at my
knees. As he leaned back against my thighs he began to unfasten the
button-fly of his Levis. First he unbuttoned the silver waist button and
then the next hidden button and the next and next almost making a
choreograph production of it. I don't know why, but for some insane reason
the production excited my sensual sensibility and I was doing nothing to
fend off the playfulness.

Once the young man reached the last metal button of the fly it splay open
in a V for me to see his grey Jockey pouch briefs with a prominent bulge
hidden beneath the fabric. Although sexually aroused by his seemingly
innocent sexual advances I was filled with anxiety as the choreography
played out. Then with slow and deliberate motions he hooked his thumbs into
the waistband of the shorts, whereby he began working his two lateral-most
digits around the flexible band slowly inching the waistband down.

My eyes remained focused on the downward movement of the waistband before
me, watching with delight that narrow treasure trail of hair, awaiting the
reveal. My eyes widened, my mouth began to water, my breathing increased
and my heart was racing. The reveal process began to excite me more and
more with each downward movement, exposing more of his pubic area. I knew
instinctively with each millimeter the underwear slid down it was ready to
unveil the hidden treasure.

Surprisingly, a beautiful enormous circumcised cock sprung from behind the
curtain of secrecy, only inches away from my face. I was speechless. What a
treasure: truly more than I ever expected. He hooked the waistband
underneath his smooth hairless scrotum. I inhaled his fresh manly scent as
I stared at the young man's exposed package in awe thinking what a
magnificent sight.

A package the likes of which I hadn't seen in my previous 32 years of
life. Maybe it was just my imagination or I was overcome by lust. I was
sure the young man's cock though not completely aroused yet would measure
at least eight inches in length fully erect. I was known to my inner circle
as something of a cock connoisseur. I had seen my share of cocks over the
years; the good, bad and ugly. However, this one was truly a magnificent
beauty, a sculpted work of art. I was overwhelmed by it all and consumed
with desire for more.

His smooth full scrotal sac appeared to be stuffed with two nice pecan or
small walnut size testicles. Testicles that I was sure were loaded heavy
with succulent man honey. I secretly wanted him to squirt his nectar onto
my face and into my mouth where I could savor the essence of his man
juice. As I gazed at the sight I couldn't help notice the tight pubic bush
above the scrotal sac surrounding the base of his thick cock. Not the
unkempt pubic hair running wild the likes of other crotch hair I'd seen
before. I'd never seen such a magnificent sight and was fascinated by the
thrill of what was transpiring.

Oh yes, I wanted some of that fresh plump meat protruding inches away from
my face, but remained hesitant. I couldn't understand why I felt confused,
yet excited by the sight before me. I wanted to touch it and taste it, yet
couldn't bring myself to go for it.

I knew I possessed the physical strength to overpower my subduer. However,
for some insane reason I didn't want to make that bold move. My mind was
racing. All I could think about was the plump delicious appearing pink
cockhead inches away from my face.

From the sight and smell before me my cock had come to life becoming a
rigid pole inside my Levis. The smiling individual who held me captive
reached behind to cop a feel of the bulge inside my pants. Once he touched
the bump he exclaimed, "My, oh my, what do we have here!"

The young man continued caressing my hard cock through the fabric of my
outer wear. His cock was becoming more firm with every second. I was truly
enjoying the moment. After feeling my erection I'm sure it was no surprise
to him that I was enjoying what was taking place. Of course my more rapid
breathing and my heart beating 100 miles per hour were dead give away too.

Before I knew what was happening he took the signal to began methodically
unbuttoning the fly of my Levis. I exhaled a resigned sighed. Without
turning to look back his talented fingers began working the hidden buttons
in a skilful method unbuttoning the fly. Once he had my fly fully
unbuttoned he slid his hand stealthily beneath the waistband of my
underwear where he began to fondle my hard cock with tenderness. I sighed
again.

"Oh my, you're circumcised," he said with a big smile, "There's nothing I
appreciate more than a nice cut one."

I could feel his soft finger tips tactilely circling the coronal ring of my
cock while I was eying his perfect penis. I secretly mused about us sucking
each other's cocks to completion. He continued delicately fondling my cock,
paying special attention to the corona. I tried listening to what he was
saying while he caressed my cockhead, but I could hear nothing.

My hearing was blocked by the roaring and rushing sounds of my thoughts
swirling and blood pounding inside my head. My mind was racing back to days
past when my cock had been caressed by others. I don't think any of those
former lovers possessed the tenderheartedness of this guy's subtle touch.
Maybe I was under his spell. My eyes were glued to that big beautiful pink
cock before me that had grown to full size.

I could clearly see the blue veins in the shaft, the circumcision scar,
texture lines in the pink cockhead and the prominent purplish color coronal
ring circling the base of his glans. I noticed there was an ever burgeoning
bubble of precum beginning to form at urethral opening.

The clear orb of preseminal fluid appeared to be growing much like a
balloon inflating at the tip of his cock. I knew by the presence of precum
the young man overpowering me was sexually excited. I was sure it was just
a matter of seconds before the tiny spherical mass would grow to a weight
where it would break lose and considering the law of gravity fall to my
awaiting lips. Once the droplet splashed down it would explode spreading
odorless tasteless fluid across my lips.

There was no way the oozing droplet of precum was going to hang there
forever. The question was what would I do when it splashed down?

Everything was moving in slow motion. The roar in my head was hindering
what the good-looking young man peering down upon me was uttering. All I
could see were his lips moving, but the sound was occluded. I could hear
nothing except the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I knew within the
next few seconds or at most the next moment that droplet of precum would
end its hang time. I knew once the globule touched my lips my tongue would
react much like a frog's tongue snatching an insect off a pond lily.

I feared my defensive mechanism would give way as soon as there was splash
down. My tongue would reach out to taste the substance and then my awaiting
mouth would engulf that magnificent cockhead. My mouth, having a conscience
of its own, would open. My lips would begin to engulf the magnificent
looking Roman helmet, sucking it fully into my mouth.

The question in my mind was how much of the massive cock would I be able to
swallow?

From what I was seeing before me this was the biggest cock, at least the
thickest cock, I'd encountered in the past years of sucking cock. Maybe my
vision and depth perception was out of whack do to my lust for the cock
before me. My mouth was not all that big, but big enough to accommodate
most cocks. I was of the opinion that I could swallow at least the first
three to four inches of the young man's behemoth member.

Really, all I wanted was just that magnificent cockhead in my mouth. I'd
never been a big fan of deep throating and knew the pleasure sensors were
located in the glans. Once my lips engulfed the head my tongue would begin
encircling it to sensuously stimulate the succulent cockhead.

The chap released my cock from his grip removing his hand from beneath my
underwear, but not before placing his thumb and forefinger to my piss slit,
retrieving a little dab of my precum. He brought his right hand to his
mouth whereby he began licking my pre ejaculate fluid from his index finger
and thumb.

Once he'd licked the goo from his thumb he lowered his hand gently
inserting his finger into my partial open mouth. I began nursing his finger
bringing a smile to his face while watching his hard cock jump for joy.
After he removed his finger from my mouth he began leaning forward. His
gorgeous fully engorged cock was inching closer to my lips.

As he was leaning forward my hands extended upwards towards his. His hands
met mine midway, placing his hands in mine, pushing them to the floor above
my head. His beautiful cockhead was now less than an inch away from my
lips. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. The tip of my tongue
extended towards the pearlescent droplet. Once my tongue made contact I
flicked the droplet away drawing the pearl back into my mouth to savor the
taste.

The clear viscous fluid tasted a little bland with maybe just a hint of
saltiness. Driven by desire my mouth opened meeting the red Roman helmet to
engulf it. Once my mouth closed around the cockhead the young man began to
slowly push his cock forward into my wet receptive mouth, but not too far
forward before he withdrew. He did this slowly about a half dozen times
before removing his member from my mouth.

After he withdrew his cockhead from my mouth my tongue began working the
frenulum on underside of the glans. Then my tongue began to encircle the
prominent dark coronal ring at the base of the glans. I could hear his
moans and sighs, so I knew I was doing an excellent job on his cockhead.
The tip of my tongue began exploring his piss slit once again. There was
more precum oozing. Once again the young man began to fuck my face.

As things began to speed up I heard him asked, "Do you want me to cum in
your mouth or shoot on your face?"

There was no way I was letting this tasty morsel out of my mouth or deny
myself the pleasure of his man milk. He continued slowly fucking my face.
Now that I had his cock in my mouth I wanted it to last forever, however I
knew better.

After a few seconds he began moving faster with each in and out stroke. I
felt his cockhead begin to expand and the shaft thicken. The thickening
size of his member was almost more than my mouth could accommodate. I knew
it would be only a matter of seconds before he had an explosive orgasm.
With bated breath I awaited the flood of seminal fluid.

Suddenly, the young man began shooting strings of spooge into my mouth. I
lost count as I was eagerly began lapping up the juice. I had already
swallowed one load. I continued nursing his plump pink knob, but could
sense the cockhead was becoming sensitive. Finally, he pulled back
disengaging from my mouth, sliding down the front of my body to a point
where our faces met.

His tongue began licking around my lips cleaning up the remainder of his
spooge from the stubble of my goatee. Once he had my face clean his lips
met mine and our tongues began dueling. After a few minutes of tongue duels
we broke apart. He buried his face in my neck next to my ear where he
murmured, "Did you enjoy that, professor?"

I was in such a state of bliss all I could utter was, "Uh huh."