Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 07:53:13 PST
From: Jim Teacher <jimteacher@hotmail.com>
Subject: Latest story: Seduction

Do not read this if you are offended by male to male sex.  Always 
practice safe sex.

SEDUCTION
BY JIMBO

     The college, being primarily a commuter college, had an abundance of
lounges and private little waiting areas that students could call home
between classes. Absent minded as usual, the little professor had arrived
on campus for his meeting more than an hour early that Monday morning.  Not
only was he an obsessively early person, but he had completely forgotten
the time change that weekend and had not changed his clock.

     He selected a relatively small lounge quite a distance from the
meeting room to save himself embarrassment and settled in for one of his
favorite activities: people watching.  As the parade of college students
passed, he wondered why the younger generations wanted to hide their
beauty.  Who could but imagine the beautiful bodies that were hidden under
the baggy pants and oversized shirts?  Why pierce skin that was so
sensually glowing?  And those ugly tattoos!  If there were anything
artistic about them, he wouldn't mind, but most of those he saw were
atrocities.
  
     He caught his image in a full-mirrored wall and realized that the
years were passing.  He turned sideways and saw that, although he was
consistent in his thrice weekly workouts, time and gravity were starting
the downward pull and his time as a cruising gay man was limited.

    A possibly attractive coed dressed like a stage tart with piercing
everywhere in evidence and leading the imagination to wonder what else
might be pierced, sauntered up to a young man in baggy hip hop dress who
was reclining on a sofa across the room.  Her opening words were:
     "Wanna fuck?"
     His reply was, "Sure, but I gotta finish reading this shit first."

     The professor was shocked.  He had nothing against fucking, but these
young people today are so blunt.  Where's the finesse?  Half the fun is in
the seduction!  He looked directly across from his own seat.  Now there was
someone to seduce.  The young man was about 5'10" and about 170 pounds Blue
eyes sparkled under brown curly locks.  His tank top and baggy shorts
revealed a body a sculptor might have created.  Light tufts of soft brown
hair peeked from the tank top and covered the muscular legs.  The professor
blushed when he realized that the boy was quite aware of his appraisal.
His mind went back to his own college days and his seduction of Tom Malone.

     Tom was a year behind him in college and he was an art student.
Studly, handsome, and solitary.  He appeared to have no friends and
associated with no one.  The little professor was new at the game, but he
knew he had to have this guy.  He went out of his way to talk to Tom.
Walking with him to class and to the dining hall.  He used flattery
excessively, but it always works.  He flattered Tom's art work in progress,
laughed long and loud at his jokes, and particularly took every opportunity
to comment on Tom's beautifully sculpted body which involved hours of his
time every day in the gym.  The professor volunteered to be his spotter and
exclaimed how honored he was to be chosen.  He openly admired Tom's choice
of clothing, professors, art subjects, and cafeteria food.

     When he felt he had Tom fully warmed up, he invited him to spend a
weekend at his home when he knew his family would be away for the weekend.
Tom seemed very pleased and the weekend started off mildly with dinner out
and a movie.  Then the real seduction.  Alcohol always helps and the
professor suggested his father's whiskey.  The whiskey guzzling was
accompanied with a lot of adolescent-type sex talk then a little soft core
porn.  Tom was softened up (or should we say "hardened up" by the time they
went upstairs to share a double bed.

    They lay naked beside each other in bed talking in the dark mostly
about sex.  Tom said that he had a hardon that just wouldn't quit.

    "Me, too," said the professor.  "Wanta beat off?"

    "In front of someone else?"

    "Hell, you do it and I do it and we both know it.  I ain't afraid."

    "I ain't afraid either.  It just seems funny or queer or something."
     
     "Bet it would be fun to jack each other off."

     "Hey. man.  I ain't queer."
     
     Putting his hand out, the professor let his fingers entwine that
absolutely marvelous, seven inch, cut piece of meat he had admired so often
in the gym.  Tom gasped, then moaned.  The professor began to lightly
caress the shaft, then the tight hairy balls.  Then he started to run his
hands lightly over Tom's body, tweaking his nipples just a little.  Tom's
heart was pounding and he was moaning quite audibly.  Then the professor
pulled his hand away and lay stiffly on his back.

     "Hey man, don't stop now. That felt great!"

     The professor grinned in the dark.  "I'm not going to do everything,"
he said.  "You gotta do your part too."

      There was a long inactive silence.  Then slowly the professor felt
Tom's hand moving under the covers.  Soon a hand was on his thigh.  Then
fingertips lightly brushed his balls and gingerly explored the length of
his throbbing shaft.  "Geez, you got a big one," Tom said.

     That was all the professor needed.  He rolled over and began to
actively explore Tom's body.  Everywhere that his hands went on Tom, Tom's
hands followed suit on him.  Then he heard Tom whisper in his ear, "Would
you be willing to suck on mine?"

     Would he?  Just try to keep him off.  The professor turned his lithe
young body and his eager lips found the swollen purple knob.  His tongue
went to the piss slit and he twirled his tongue around the head.  Tom was
moaning loudly and the professor made a mental note not to do this guy when
anyone was around: he was a screamer.  He licked the hard length of the
shaft and then the hairy balls as he moved his own dick into the proper
position in front of Tom's lips.  As he swallowed Tom's meat into his
mouth, he felt Tomgingerly touching his tongue to the professor's cockhead
,then his piss slit.  He began to go up and down on Tom's prick, his hands
reaching for his beautiful butt cheeks.  Pulling Tom deep inside him, he
heard Tom cry out loudly and then swallow his penis into his virgin
throat.The professor's hands were active in Tom's asshole and Tom was
fucking the professor's mouth athletically.  Huge loads of virgin cum
flowed from both before they temporarily separated.

     "Wanta do it some more?" asked Tom.  "That really felt good. I wont
tell anyone if you don't."

    Did he want more? Is the Pope Catholic? They went at it all night.  In
the morning, nothing was said and they went back to campus.  The next week
Tom was a little strange on campus and seemed to be avoiding the professor.
Then on Friday, Tom called and asked if he'd like to go drinking with him.
They had a few beers and Tom claimed to feel a little "woozy."  He asked if
the professor would walk him back to his off campus room and help him to
"lie down."  He did.  They did.  They drank together frequently.  Tom
always claimed he was too drunk to remember what happened last night.  The
professor knew exactly what was happening.  The seduction was complete.

     The professor was startled from his reverie by the arrival on the
scene of two of the handsome young stud's friends.  All three were
apparently members of the same team and stood in the center of the room
talking about practice.  All were sturdy, well-proportioned young men, but
the other two did not compare with the one who had been waiting there.  His
blue eyes sparkled and he had an easy, full-faced smile.  As the boys stood
there, they were in constant motion as boys that age are wont to be.  The
professor followed with his eyes the movements of the boy's hands as they
explored his own body unselfconsciously.  He lifted his tank top and
revealed a perfect set of six-pack abs as he reached upward and fondled his
own nipples.  At one point his hand wandered into the waistline of the
baggy shorts and as he fondled his own butt revealed the crack in his ass.
The professor felt his own crotch swelling as he tried to imagine what this
magnificent specimen would look like nude.  His body was almost as nice as
Red Yessi's.  The two friends left and the stud sat down again as the
professor's mind wandered off again to his seduction years ago of that
stunning red-headed athlete.

    Red had been a star athlete and very popular on the campus.  The
professor absolutely marveled at the sheer perfection of this guy's body.
He was in perfect proportion, but, although he was an all-season athlete,
he spent no extra time in the workout room.  He had startlingly red hair
and dancing blue eyes.  His white skin was smooth and unblemished and there
was so much of it.  He was open and friendly and unspoiled with everyone.
He had been raised on a farm in a very rural area and remained remarkably
naive.  The professor wanted him so badly, but realized that it would not
be an easy seduction.

    Step one was to arrange for the professor to be appointed director of
an assembly play coming up as part of his theater major studies.  He chose
a play with a handsome, powerful hero that was set in a medieval period so
the men could wear tights.  He begged Red to take the part even though he
had never been in a play.  Red was very reluctant.  He had never been in a
play and didn't fancy himself on stage.  But the professor said that his
grade depended on it, that he might flunk out of school if Red didn't help
him, and that no one else on the campus could possibly play the part.  Put
that way, Red agreed to help a friend.

    So rehearsals began and Red received a great deal of private coaching
from the professor who praised him and hailed him as one of the finest
young talents he had ever encountered although the professor was at that
time directing his first play and only the same age as Red.  He called Red
into the dressing room for a costume fitting and had him strip.  The
professor had seen Red nude in the dormitory and gym many times.  It was
truly a sight to behold.  But having him naked and alone in this backstage
room was a real thrill.

    The professor went to great pains measuring every part of Red's body
saying that he wanted the costume to be perfect.  The measuring allowed
subtle touches of various parts of the anatomy including detailed brushes
with the buns and monumental penis.  Several pairs of tights were handed to
Red, and, one he was stuffed into them, their texture, color and fit would
be examined closely and the professor would make profuse comments on what a
fine body, beautiful skin, and outstanding muscles, etc. Red displayed.
Red beamed.

     Finally a pair of tights was selected but sadly had a hole right in
the crotch.  Nothing would do but that they would have to be mended right
then and there and everyone knows that tights have to be mended while they
are being worn.  So gingerly the professor knelt before this godlike
creature and with a hand inside the tights and on the perfect penis very
slowly sewed up the hole.  When the opening was closed, the penis was fully
erect from all the stimulation.  Having removed the tights, Red stood there
naked with his eight inches standing straight out in front of him.

     "Gee, Red.  You really ought to do something about that.  It isn't
healthy to have all that pent-up energy building up inside you," said the
professor nonchalantly almost aghast that Red was so naive he seemed to buy
it.
     "I wouldn't want to beat off in front of anyone," Red answered.

     "Oh, don't be so rural, Red.  Here let me help you!"  And with that he
took hold of that marvelous tool and began to stroke it while Red stood
there in the middle of the dressing room stark naked and towering over our
little professor friend.

     "Wow! That feels great!  Nobody ever touched my cock before.  Feel me
some more."

     The professor needed no encouragement. He ran one hand all over Red's
amazing body while his other hand continued to slowly but firmly stroke
that penis.  Red began to thrust from the pelvis and the motion increased.
Red began to breathe heavily and his whole body was undulating wildly.
Then it happened.  He shot a gigantic wad all over the floor and over the
little professor.

     He apologized profusely to the professor and was totally embarrassed.
The professor assured him that it was okay and perfectly natural.

     "I guess I'm just so nervous about the play and all. I never done
nothing like this before...I...I mean acting...well, I mean...nobody ever
touched my meat before...and well..maybe you should come to my room a few
times and give me some more coaching.  I really need my confidence built.

     "Sure, Red, I'm glad to help you out anytime especially after the big
favor you did me by taking this part.  I'll be glad to give you all the
help you want.  How about tonight?"

     It was agreed.  Red had a private room, but the professor had a room
mate, a black team mate of Red's.  So that evening, the professor bounced
on over to Red's room.  Red was propped up on his bunk wearing a pair of
boxer shorts.  When the professor entered, Red told him to lock the door so
that they could work uninterrupted.  He was happy to oblige.
     
     The professor suggested that Red stand to do his lines and, as he
started to recite the speeches he already knew so well, he walked around
the room and the professor watched his penis bouncing in the boxers until
suddenly the beautiful mushroom shaped head popped out through the slit.
The professor's eyes were wide and fixed.  The speech went on and more and
more of that creamy skin worked its way out of the opening until the penis
was standing completely erect and aimed at the professor's face as he sat
on the bed.

    "Guess you might have to help me release my tensions again," Red said.

     Wordlessly the professor leaned forward and kissed the engorged head
before him.  His tongue went to the piss slit and gobbled the drop of
pre-cum that had been hanging there.  Slowly he moved his tongue around the
head and brought his hands to the top of the boxer shorts and began to
slide them down.  When Red was again naked, the professor's hands began to
explore his body as his tongue licked the impossibly beautiful shaft until
he was able to take the full, lemon shaped balls into his mouth.  Soon Red
was fucking his mouth as his hands explored every inch of that marvelous
body.  All too quickly, a huge load of milky white cum shot down our hero's
throat.

     He sat back on the bed and looked with frightened eyes to the expected
denunciation from the popular athlete.  Red was grinning and his big meat
was still firm.  "We learn lots of things back on the farm," he said. "Bet
I can show you a few tricks!  Let's get your clothes off; I wanta see that
butt of yours."

     Slowly and with great embarrassment, the professor removed his
clothes.  Once naked he followed Red's instruction as he licked Red's whole
body, concentrating particularly on his balls and butt hole.  When he
thought he would wear out his tongue, he bent over the edge of the bed and
felt the full-back's finger in his ass, then two, then three then the
terrible pain and pleasure of Red's magnificent organ entering his asshole.
Red was considerate.  He moved slowly, a bit at a time at first.  Then when
he settled into a regular rhythm, he put his hand on the professor's hard
meat and stroked him until both reached a climax.

     The professor was a frequent visitor to Red's room after that to help
him with his studies and keep him eligible.  Red made a handsome hero in
the play and the professor was so proud that he had seduced him into
playing the role.

     Once again the professor was startled back to the present as a
potentially lovely girl in the briefest of mini dresses approached the stud
who had been sitting opposite the professor.  Why bother to wear a dress at
all, he wondered.  Certainly doesn't cover much of anything.  These girls
today are such hussies.  Then he reprimanded himself for being so stodgy
and watched more intently as the girl stood close to the sitting boy.  The
professor couldn't hear the soft conversation, but he watched as the boy's
hand rested on the back of the girl's knee, then began a massage type
motion, the strokes reaching further and further up the girl's dress until
the hand was no longer visible but its motion showed under the skirt.

     Then suddenly the girl turned and walked away.  The professor looked
at the boy and then down to the baggy shorts.  The boy raised his leg up
onto the seat and the professor could see up the boy's leg.  There was no
doubt about it!  That most certainly was the head of the boy's growing
penis that the professor saw there.  From all his reminiscing and from the
sight of this gloriously young stud's body, the professor was feeling quite
wet in his pants and realized that he had a meeting coming up.

     The boy stood up and his shorts tented out in front of him.  He walked
slowly toward the men's room.  The professor couldn't resist.  His legs
were jelly as he followed.  No one else was in the room except the young
man standing at the urinal.  The professor walked up to a nearby urinal and
looked out of the corner of his eye.  The boy had pulled down the front of
his shorts and an absolutely perfect, fully erect penis rose above huge,
hairy balls.  The professor turned and looked openly.  The boy was
magnificent.

     "You want it," the boy said.  "Cost you sixty bucks an hour if we go
to your place or eighty bucks an hour if you come to mine...right across
the street."

     The professor was speechless.  He realized then that this younger
generation really had learned well the art of seduction.

I can be reached at jimteacher@hotmail.com