Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 10:35:09 -0500
From: Lewd Shrewd <lewdandshrewd@gmail.com>
Subject: The Chemistry Professor, chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I grew up in a small town in Kansas, with two very normal parents and a
very normal older sister.  I excelled in school, played soccer, was in the
school orchestra, and had plenty of friends.  You could call me a standout
kid.

I knew I was gay from the time I was 15, when I found myself masturbating
to thoughts of my soccer teammates instead of any of my sister's attractive
girlfriends.  My family was liberal, and my high school was pretty
progressive; I'd learned about homosexuality and gay sex along with birth
control and STDs, so I knew I liked guys and that was OK.  I didn't come
out publicly until college, but my family knew I was gay after some
embarrassing discussions about the Internet history on the family computer
when I was 16.

Back then, I was a tall, lean, fit young man, with shaggy blond hair, brown
eyes, and a six-pack.  I was never shy in the locker rooms after soccer
practice, proud of my bigger than average uncut cock and good body, and –
lucky for me – most of my teammates weren't shy either.  They didn't
know I was gay, despite the semi I always got in the showers, and most
probably wouldn't have cared anyway.  My first sexual encounter was in
those very showers, though not with one of my teammates.

I had stayed late after practice one day to help the coach patch up the
soccer field, wash the jerseys, and help fix a net that had been torn in
one place after a particularly powerful goal earlier in the season.  After
I'd finished with those jobs, I headed to the locker room to shower and go
home.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Andrew, a classmate and member of
the tennis team, also had stayed late after their team practice, and was
hitting the locker room at the same time I was.  Andrew and I were
friendly, but didn't know each other well, and made small talk about
classes and practice as we walked in the locker room.  As we pulled our
towels out of our lockers and began to undress, we both saw Mike, a beefy
football player a year ahead of us, walk out of the shower, towel over his
shoulder, and casually begin to get dressed in the bay of lockers right
across from us.  Mike didn't talk to us, or even look our way, but I
noticed Andrew's wandering eyes catching furtive glimpses at him as he
dried off his very well-developed body and nice, meaty ass.  Mike dressed
quickly and promptly left the locker room before Andrew and I had even
gotten our underwear off.

"Man, that guy looks like he's gonna be a pro football player; he's built,"
Andrew said casually.  "He must lift twice a day."

"Eh, he's too big.  Looks like a meathead.  But I wish I had his ass!"  I
half-joked, as I slipped off my briefs and briefly handled my cock and
balls to un-stick them from each other after a sweaty practice in tight
underwear.

"Yours looks all right to me," Andrew said, quietly.  I turned around to
smile and thank him, and noticed that he hadn't taken his boxer-briefs off,
and that they were straining to keep his cock under control.

Suddenly, I noticed that Andrew was extremely hot himself.  He had dark
features, a firm build, and more chest hair than almost anybody in our
class.  And big, full lips that I suddenly wanted to kiss.  Not to mention
a sizable package that was still growing in his tight underwear.

In an attempt to ease what could have been an awkward situation, I turned
back around and playfully patted my muscled, white butt, and said, "Pasty,
but tasty, huh?"  And laughed at my own rhyme.

Andrew chuckled, and only said, "I bet.  Now go shower, show-off!"

Disappointed that my novice, subtle innuendo didn't go where I had hoped, I
walked off to the shower and started to wash my hair, trying not to think
about licking Andrew's manly chest and actually having him taste my pasty
ass.

A minute or two later, Andrew walked into the shower, sporting a throbbing
boner.  He didn't say anything, just walked to the other side of the
showers and started cleaning.  Obviously, my hormone-ridden teen body
responded, and I felt my own impressive cock slowly getting thicker and
longer.

"Come here, Rob."  My heart beat.  I turned back to face Andrew, to find
him slowly jacking his thick, cut cock, staring at me.

I went.

What happened next was one of the best sexual experiences I've had, even to
this day.  Andrew pulled me to him and roughly kissed me, our young cocks
pressed between our bodies.  After making out for a few minutes, letting
the warm water run over us, Andrew knelt in front of me, grabbed my 8"
cock, and said, "Dude, your fucking cock is amazing."  He stroked it,
moving the foreskin back and forth over the head as if he had one himself.
"I've got a thing for uncut cocks," he said, "and yours is perfect."  He
stroked a few more times, and then tentatively licked the bead of precum
that had formed on the tip of my dick.  I groaned in pleasure and flexed my
cock several times, encouraging him.

I had seen hundreds of blowjobs in porn, but I was not prepared for how
amazing the real thing was.  Andrew's full lips wrapped about my cock, and
slowly slipped four or five inches into his mouth.  As he pulled back off
my cock, he grabbed the base with his left hand, started working his tongue
around my head, and reached down with his right hand to jerk his own.
After a few minutes of expert cocksucking, Andrew came up for air, and
kissed me passionately, grabbing my bare ass and pulling our bodies firmly
together.

I felt Andrew's thick dick pressed up against my abs, and told him it was
my turn.  I kneeled and eagerly took his whole cock down my throat – I
had practiced on a dildo I'd ordered online, and was a great cocksucker for
a novice. He moaned as I pulled back off and slid his shaft all the way in
my mouth again.  As I continued to suck him, Andrew backed slowly to the
wall, where he leaned back, jutting his pelvis forward to give me better
access.  I took the opportunity to let my hands wander up his hairy chest,
play with his hard nipples, and then meander back down to the base of his
cock.  From there, I tentatively moved my hand to his balls, playing with
each one gently, and then moving back under them, inching my way toward his
ass.  He just continued to moan in ecstasy, so my fingers explored further,
until they found his tight, shower-wet hole.  I teased his hole with my
finger while I continued to suck him off, until he pulled my head off his
dick and said, "If you're gonna play with it, then fucking play with it."

I took his cue, and as I swallowed his cock again, my wet finger slid in
Andrew's tight ass.  I felt his cock get instantly harder, and his hands
found the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto his thick meat.  I had
read enough to know that about a finger's depth into a guy's ass, if you
bend your finger slightly, you hit his prostate, the gay man's favorite
erogenous zone.  As I did exactly that to Andrew, I felt him clench down on
my finger while he groaned, "Fuck, Rob, YES!"  I was rewarded with a small
swallow of sweet precum on my tongue, which I have loved ever since.

Andrew looked down from his ecstatic groans, looking me in the eyes, and
said, "More.  Now."  I pulled my finger out of his ass, gently, and put two
fingers in my mouth to get them wet with spit.  As I pushed against his
asshole with both fingertips, Andrew pushed back and took both fingers with
no trouble.  "More."  I pulled my mouth off his rock hard cock to wet three
fingers.  Again, Andrew pushed back as I fingered him, and I was surprised
to find that all three fingers slid in easily.  "Unghhh.  Yes!"  Andrew
yelled.

I was in hormonal heaven: a hot, manly, ripped tennis player's thick cock
was in my mouth, three fingers were in his ass, and he was moaning like he
couldn't get enough.  My cock was, needless to say, dripping precum at
every throb.

"Rob, stand up for a second," Andrew said.  I did, taking my fingers out of
his ass as I stood.  Andrew grabbed my cock, squeezing it as he pulled the
skin toward the head, causing a huge drop of precum to ooze out.  "That,
here," he said, turning around and guiding my precummy dick to his
now-loosened asshole.

"Dude, I've never fucked before, Andrew," I said, nervously.

"Neither have I, but I love foreskin, your body, and things in my ass, so
let's fucking do it.  Stick it in, just go slow... I think the shower
water, your precum, spit, and foreskin will be lube enough.  I'm eager
enough to take even your huge cock right now."

Clearly, 17-year-old gay Rob was not about to decline.  Andrew leaned
forward against the wall of the shower, and guided my cock to his
anticipating hole.  As I pressed the tip of my wet cock to his ass, he
moaned and pushed back, and as I slid the first inches inside Andrew's
gorgeous butt, I was shocked at how much better than jerking off this felt.
Andrew just groaned in pleasure and pushed back further, impressively
taking all 8 of my thick inches in one motion.  As I pulled part way out,
ready to start really fucking this stud, Andrew pulled off my cock and
said, "Better angle; let's go to the bench."

We turned off the shower and walked to one of the benches among the
lockers, still with raging hard-ons.  Andrew threw his towel over the
bench, pulled my face to his to kiss for a moment, then laid down on his
back, pulling his legs up to expose his eager hole.

"We may need some lube," I said slyly, as I knelt at the end of the bench,
gently thumbing Andrew's ass.  He smiled and nodded, knowing that I
intended to get him wet and whimpering.  I leaned forward and gently licked
Andrew's showered asshole, and both our cocks responded instantly, flaring
up with renewed vigor.  I dove in, tonguing his ass with abandon.  As I
rimmed him, I reached up and started to stroke Andrew's thick cock, aided
by the precum he was dripping.

After a few minutes, Andrew said, "Enough already.  I'm too close to keep
doing that.  Fuck me.  Your uncut cock is gonna make me cum so fast..."

I hastily agreed, knowing that I wouldn't take long inside Andrew, either.
With his ass well-lubed with my spit, and relaxed by my tongue, I slid in
easily.  At this angle, I was able to slide my entire cock in his ass and
push on his prostate while we made out.  After a few slow strokes, I sped
up, feeling Andrew's cock pulse between our torsos every time I was fully
buried in him.  I leaned back, breaking our kiss, leaned my head back and
groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, stud, give it to me!" Andrew yelled, avidly jerking his own cock in
time to my deep thrusts.  As I felt his ass clench down and squeeze my
cock, seeing the beginnings of Andrew's orgasm, I felt my own cum fly out
into Andrew's eager ass.  Seven shots later, I collapsed on his
cum-covered, hairy torso, and kissed him gently.

I smiled as we both stood up, covered in cum, sweat, and spit, and said,
"Maybe we ought to stay after practice more often."  Laughing, we went back
to the showers.

Andrew and I were fuck-buddies for the rest of high school, and became good
friends too.  But those are stories for another time.