Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2004 22:26:53 EDT
From: daddy2maggie@aol.com
Subject: Professor Baker 3

This is the 3rd installment of a series of fictional stories involving
homosexual activity.  If you find this sort of material offensive, then boy
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Dr. Baker, College Professor -- III


You'll remember that I took in a tenant last fall.  His name is Simon.  He
was having problems with his roommate, and needed to move out of the dorm.
I offered him my empty bedroom, along with a few rules and guidelines.  He
accepted, and we hit it off, immediately.  After Christmas, he introduced
me to his dad, Phil, with whom I was immediately smitten.  Apparently, the
feeling was mutual.  Phil spent most of the weekend in my bed, much to the
delight of his son, who had been trying to set us up.  But to confuse
matters, I wound up in a little situation with Simon after Phil left.  I
finally had to admit I had feelings for Simon, and it was evident that
Simon had feelings for me.  He had just ejaculated in my hand, and is now
napping in my arms.

"Dad?" Simon mumbled.

"No," I responded, kissing his forehead, "it's me."

After looking up at me, Simon jumped up off the bed in an apparent panic
and shrieked, "Dr. Baker.  Oh God.  Oh shit.  Oh fuck."

"Calm down, son," I insisted, reaching out for him.

Simon pulled away from me, crying.  "I'm so sorry, Dr. Baker.  I never
wanted...oh fuck, I've ruined everything."

"Ruined what, Simon," I inquired quietly.

"You and my dad were supposed to...oh, never mind," Simon shrugged, "it
doesn't matter now.  I've messed it all up."

"Listen, Simon," I said calmly, "I'm as much to blame for whatever happened
here as anyone.  Now come back and snuggle with me, and we'll talk this
out.  Snuggling is allowed."

Simon grinned and lay back down with me, resting his face on my chest.
"This feels nice," Simon admitted.

"It does," I agreed.  I rocked Simon for a while.  I knew his mind was a
mess right now, and, quite frankly, so was mine.

"I want you and my dad to be boyfriends," Simon whispered, looking up at me
with his beautiful blue eyes.

"It's not quite as simple as all that, Simon," I chuckled.  "Two people
have to be in love to become boyfriends."

"But you said you like my dad," Simon argued, sitting up.

"I do, son," I nodded, "very much."

"You two were going at it for almost four days straight," Simon reminded
me, poking me in the chest.

Smiling, I asked him, "And that didn't bother you?"

"No, Dr. Baker," Simon insisted, "that's what I was hoping for.  My dad has
been so lonely, and now that I'm not there with him he's all alone."

"But how did you know your dad would be interested in another man?" I
wondered.  "He was married to your mom for many years, and from everything
you've told me about her, she was a wonderful wife and mom."

"She was, Dr. Baker," Simon assured me.

"Did he just tell you one day that he likes guys now?" I continued.

"Well," Simon hesitated, looking at the floor, "not exactly."

"Then what, exactly?" I wanted to know.

"Promise you won't tell dad I told you this?" Simon begged, glancing toward
me.

"Of course, I promise, son," I vowed, stroking his cheek.  "Tell me."

"About a month after mom died," Simon began, "I heard noise coming from
dad's bedroom late one night.  I tiptoed toward the door to listen more
closely.  It sounded like someone was crying and breathing heavy, so I
pushed to door open, and dad was there, lying naked on his bed.  There was
a porno playing on the TV, and he was jacking off.  It didn't seem like he
was very good at it."

"It didn't?" I interjected.

"No," Simon said, quietly.  "It was almost as though he'd forgotten how.  I
felt so bad."  "Simon," Phil gasped.

"Sorry, dad," Simon apologized.  "I didn't mean to interrupt.  I just heard
noises and wanted to see if you were okay.  Are you okay, dad?"

Phil began to weep.  Simon ran to him, jumped up on his bed, and lay right
down on his dad's muscular, furry body.  Phil held his 15 year-old son
close to him.

"I love you, dad," Simon cooed in his father's ear.

"I love you, too, Simon," Phil sniffled.

They cuddled for quite some time, Phil occasionally kissing his son's cheek
or forehead.  "I suppose I should turn this off," Phil announced, referring
to the porn video.

"Yeah, it didn't look like it was doing you much good," Simon joked.

"What?" Phil questioned, sitting up and clicking the remote control toward
the TV.

"Well, your jacking off technique is a bit flawed, if you ask me," Simon
teased.

"Oh is it?" Phil grinned.

"You're talking to a healthy teen-aged boy, dad," Simon told him.  "I've
got it down."

"And you think that my 40 plus years of jacking off don't make me just a
bit more of an expert than you?" Phil challenged.

Soon Simon's smallish erection was poking his dad in the leg.

"Watch where you point that weapon, will ya?" Phil said through his grit
teeth, reaching down and squeezing his boy's peter through his white
briefs.

"Da-had," Simon giggled.

"Oh, you like that, buddy?" Phil teased, placing his strong hand over
Simon's bulge and jiggling it back and forth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Simon bellowed, squirting his boy cream into his undies.

Realizing what he had done, Phil said, "Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, son.  I was
only playing around.  I didn't realize..."

"It felt good, dad," Simon sighed.

"But boy," Phil went on, "you sure do have a trigger peter there."  Pulling
his sticky hand from Simon's crotch, Phil instructed, "Let's get these
underpants off of your butt, son."

Simon agreed, and lifted his trunk off the bed, while his dad slid the
cum-soaked shorts down his son's legs and then throwing them into a pile of
laundry across the room.

"Can I sleep naked like you, dad?" Simon asked.

"Why not?" Phil said, raising his eyebrow.

"Well, I just figured it was something only grown-ups do," Simon told him.

"Heck, Simon," Phil reminisced, "when I was your age, your grandma had me
still wearing pajamas.

"Really?" Simon laughed in disbelief.

"It wasn't until I went away to college that I began just wearing my
underpants to bed," Phil admitted.  "And it wasn't until our honeymoon that
I started sleeping naked.  I never realized how nice it felt just to let
things flop around under the covers."

Phil took his naked son into his arms and the two of them laughed.

"But doesn't it get hard all the time if it's doing all that flopping
around?" Simon inquired.

"Well," Phil shrugged, "that's sorta what happened here tonight.  It was
the first time I had gotten an erection since...well, it had been a long
time.  So I turned the video on, and started to jack on it.  Gosh, son, I
just began to miss your mom so much, it was like I had forgotten how."

Simon wrapped his fist gently around his dad's huge penis, which was
getting harder by the second.  Phil moaned, but didn't stop his son from
manipulating his manhood.  The harder Phil got, the more turned on Simon
became.  Pulling the covers back, Simon curled up next to his dad, and
rested his face on his furry belly, continuing to fondle his dad's erection
and ball bag.  Phil caressed his son's head and gently led it to his cock.
Instinctually, Simon opened his mouth and wrapped his soft lips around it,
moaning as he did so.

"Oh, God, Simon," Phil groaned, "do that to daddy."

The two were in tears, probably for different reasons, but were happy to be
where they were at the time.  Phil just lay back and let his son blow him.
For his first cock, he didn't do half bad.  He got the old stroke/slurp
thing down really quickly, and before long, dad was getting even harder and
breathing even heavier.  Simon knew it would only be a matter of time
before dad would pop.

"Oh, God!" Phil bellowed, cum squirting from his engorged cockhead into
Simon's mouth, and onto his face.  Simon gagged and licked.  His face was a
mess, but the taste of his dad's cum was wonderful.

"My dad and I slept together almost every night for a long time after
that," Simon confessed to me.

"Did you engage in sex every night?" I asked, astonished.

"No," Simon answered, "but we snuggled every night.  Sometimes I got horny
and wanted to suck him, and he let me, but he never even once asked me if I
would."

"Wow," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"One night, dad told me that he was worried about me," Simon continued,
"and so, to try and make me feel okay about the fact that I liked sucking
his cock, he told me that he had been sexual with lots of guys when he was
a kid, especially in college."

"Really?" I responded, shaking my head.

"Yeah," he went on, "lots of stuff in the locker room.  Anyway, I told him
not to worry about me.  That I liked sucking cock, and it didn't bother
me."

"What about your mother?" I wanted to know.

"Oh yeah," Simon chimed, "dad met my mom, and he said she was unlike any
girl he ever knew.  He gave up guys and went out strictly with her.  He
says he never did anything with a guy as long as they were married."

"I was the first since then?" I needed to know.

"Nope," Simon snipped, "Sorry, doc.  About a year ago, dad started meeting
guys at the gym and I know he was doing stuff with them.  They just didn't
make him happy.  But I knew you would make him happy."

"Oh, geez, Simon," I told him quietly, "I don't want you to get your hopes
up too high.  I think your dad is great, and he's welcome to come here
anytime he wants to, but we hardly know one another."

"I know you two are perfect," Simon said, matter-of-factly.

"Simon," I asked, gingerly, "do you still suck your dad?"

"Sometimes," Simon admitted.  "I sucked him a couple times at Christmas."

"Have you ever sucked anyone else?"  I continued.  "Yes," Simon responded,
blushing.

"It's okay," I chuckled, "you don't have to name names.  So you're gay?"

"I guess so," Simon nodded.

"And you're okay with that?" I proceeded.

"Sure," he assured me.  "Why wouldn't I be?  The two men I love the most
are."

At that moment, the telephone rang.

"Would you grab that?" I requested, "I need to pee."

I ran to the bathroom as Simon answered the phone.

"Hello?" Simon sang.  "Yes, Dr. Baker is here, but he can't come to the
phone at this moment.  Can you wait just a minute?  My name is Simon.  I
live here.  Yes, I am a student.  I'm a freshman."

"Who's on the phone?" I whispered, not wanting to talk to anyone from the
college.

"May I ask who's calling?" Simon inquired.  "Sean.  Oh, Sean, the guy who
used to live in my room?  Nice to speak with you.  Dr. Baker told me a lot
about you.  I hope I get to meet you sometime soon.  Here's Dr. Baker."

Taking the phone from Simon, I cleared my throat.  "Sean?  How are you,
Sean?"

"Well, Dr. Baker," Sean admitted, "not so good.  But it sure is nice to
hear your voice."

"You, too, Sean," I agreed, "but what's the matter?"

"May I stop by to see you?" Sean asked.

"Are you in town?" I said excitedly.

"Well, no," he told me, "but I'm planning on coming up next weekend.  I
don't suppose you have a space for me to stay?"

"Of course we do, Sean," I assured him.  "I can't wait to see you."

"Me too, Dr. Baker," Sean whimpered.

"Seany," I said in my most fatherly voice, "what is the problem?  You sound
just awful."

"I'll be okay," he promised me, "but I'd rather wait until I see you to
tell you what's going on."

"Well, okay, son," I shrugged.  "Whatever you say."

"How is Simon working out?" Sean wanted to know.

"Just fine, Sean," I replied, "and he can iron a shirt."

We laughed a bit, and hung up.  As you may recall, Sean was the young man
who stayed with me for three years previous to Simon's moving in.

"So is Sean coming for a visit?" Simon asked, while pulling his underwear
on.

"Yes," I acknowledged, "but I'm not sure why."



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