Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 20:13:55 -0500
From: Lewd Shrewd <lewdandshrewd@gmail.com>
Subject: The Chemistry Professor, Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I had graduated from high school as salutatorian, and had been offered both
soccer and academic scholarships to a couple of universities in the
Midwest.  I ended up deciding to go to school a few hours from home, where
I thought I could balance athletics and academics and still have time for a
social life.  Andrew, my fuck-buddy from high school, ended up going to a
school on the West Coast, so our sexual rendezvous would only continue on
school breaks.

The first few semesters of college were great; I did very well in my
classes, and our soccer team went 12-4-2 during the regular season.  While
I didn't get much time on the field -- I was only a freshman, after all,
even if I did have a soccer scholarship -- I improved markedly during those
first few months, and knew that I'd be a started in future seasons.  The
rigorous practice and training schedule kept me in great shape, and I was
never afraid of showering with the team, even though they were mostly older
than me.  I had started to get a little bit of blond chest hair by the end
of senior year in high school, and I felt pretty manly and confident.

My social life was a little less amazing.  I didn't care much for my
roommate, who had been assigned randomly to me, and I was too busy with
classes and soccer practice to make very many friends outside those
circles.  I had never drunk much in high school, though my parents would
let me have beer or wine when we had family gatherings at holidays, so I
wasn't drawn to the fraternity and sorority keggers that were the primary
social venue at the school.

I was comfortably out at school, though I didn't flaunt my sexuality or go
out of my way to let people know.  Part of the reason I didn't much like my
roommate was that he was clearly pretty uncomfortable living with a gay
guy, and had grown up pretty conservative.  He was never rude or mean, but
he wasn't very friendly either.  I did make a few gay friends through the
LGBT Student Union, but I didn't really feel like I fit in that group very
well.

Honestly, I was pretty content to jerk off to porn when my roommate was in
class, or occasionally in the shower, and didn't feel the need to try to
get laid.  I missed fucking around with Andrew, and we still sent each
other naked pics or sexts occasionally when we jerked off, but I didn't
really have the time or energy to start dating, or even to look for a new
fuck-buddy.

Sex was the furthest thing from my mind when, a week before final exams, I
got an email from Roger, a guy in my physics class that I'd barely noticed
over the semester, asking about a complicated derivation of some quantum
mechanical equation.  Quantum mechanics was something I was really
interested in, and had learned that material really well, so I felt
qualified to help Roger out.  So I replied:

"Hi Roger; glad to help out.  I'm pretty sure I can explain the derivation,
but I can't type out all the necessary equations in an email.  I need to
swing by Dr. Fillmore's office in the Science Annex to drop off a problem
set; want to meet me in the Sci library in 30 min?  --Rob"

Roger's reply was quick and affirmative, thanking me for my time.  I had
been studying for biology, so I pulled my physics textbook off the shelf
and refreshed my own memory on the derivation before packing my books and
problem set into my bag, pulling on my down coat, and heading to the
Science Annex, which was on the other side of campus, a 15 minute walk
away.

When I got to the Annex, I dropped off my biology problem set in the box
outside Dr. Fillmore's office -- it was already 11pm, well past the time
(most of) the professors went home -- and found a table in the front part
of the science library.  I pulled out my physics textbook and waited for
Roger to show up.  After a few minutes, he hurried through the library
doors, looking like he'd been studying for the last 48 hours straight.  His
thick, curly brown hair was messed up, his dark-framed glasses were
smudged, and he was wearing pajama pants.

"Fuck, dude, I've been trying to understand this quantum shit all day and I
can't fucking get it," Roger said as he pulled up a chair next to me.
"Thanks for helping out.  Sorry I look like a fucking train-wreck; this
fucking exams thing really fucks me up."  He was clearly not averse to
swearing.

"No problem, man.  I thought it was pretty random that you asked me for
help, though.  I thought you and Anna were good friends; I think she gets
this stuff as well as I do.  Not that I'm saying you shouldn't ask me,
though."

Roger replied, "Yeah, Anna and I are tight, but... Well... I kinda wanted
an excuse to meet you."

I was taken aback; I'd barely ever noticed this guy, and he was... coming
on to me?  Still a little flustered, I stammered, "Well, uhh, thanks... I'm
flattered?  Now let's tackle this derivation."

We spent the next fifteen minutes discussing selection rules for electronic
Hamiltonians and how to set the limits on some complicated triple
integrals, and it finally seemed to click in Roger's mind.

"Fuck, that's all it is?!  Dr. Kitz is a fucking moron; if he'd explained
it that way from the fucking start, I would've been getting a fucking A in
this class!"

I laughed at his outburst, "Haha!  Damn, Roger, you've got quite a mouth!"
I was no stranger to swearing, but half the words this guy said seemed to
be "fuck."

Roger blushed, and said, much more meekly, "Sorry, Rob, I got a little
worked up; you're just so fucking much better at explaining this stuff than
him."

"Well, glad to be of service; anything else I can help with?"

"Actually, there is one thing.  You're in my genomics class too, right?
There was this one fucking question in the textbook that's been bugging me;
I can't remember exactly what the question said, and I didn't bring my
book, but there's got to be a copy in this fucking library somewhere,
right?"

I hadn't brought my genomics book, either, so we left our bags and coats
and walked to the back of the library, where the biology section was.  I
followed Roger, and as he walked in front of me, I couldn't help but notice
the top of his ass-crack peeking over the edge of his loose pajama pants;
he had a much nicer butt than I had thought.  We got to the biology section
and started searching the stacks.  After a few unsuccessful minutes, I
looked over to see if Roger had found anything; he was facing the shelves,
and his pajama pants were clearly concealing a raging hard-on.  Roger
turned his head to check on me, caught me staring at his junk, and grinned
with a startlingly handsome smile.

"I've been so fucking caught up in studying, I haven't fucking jerked off
in three days.  And then I find myself in the back of the fucking library
at midnight with the fucking hottest dude in class... I couldn't help it!"

I was suddenly feeling like a horny teenager.  "That gorgeous smile, that
grabbable ass, and that tent in your pants have made me forget about
genomics."  By this time, my own cock had grown to its impressive 8 thick
inches, and was straining at the leg of my jeans.

"Fuck, dude, can I?" Roger asked, nodding toward my obvious boner.  I
nodded, smiling, and Roger walked over and started rubbing my cock through
the thick denim.  I was feeling bold, and reached right into Roger's tented
pajama pants, and my hand was greeted by a precum-covered, rock hard,
six-inch cut cock.  I kissed him, and more precum oozed out of his engorged
head.

As I pulled my hand out of his pants and out of our frenzied kiss, Roger
said, "Sorry, dude, I leak a lot."

"No fucking apology necessary," I replied, licking my fingers clean of his
sweet, clear precum.  "Yum," I winked.

"Oh, God," Roger said, eyes rolling back in his head, "This is fucking
hot!"

"Try some yourself," I said, unzipping my jeans and freeing my hard cock
from my boxer-briefs.  Roger knelt in front of me, hesitantly pulling the
foreskin back to reveal my very wet cock head.  "Never sucked an uncut cock
before?"  I asked, recognizing Roger's hesitancy.

"Nope, and never a cock this big before either, but fuck, I want to really
fucking bad."

"Then what are you waiting for, hot stuff?"  I teased.  Roger needed no
further encouragement, and went to town, clearly enjoying having his mouth
full of his classmate's cock.  With one hand, he worked the base of my cock
in time with his rhythmic sucking, while the other hand worked its way up
my shirt to play with my nipples.  Clearly, Roger had done this before,
even if never to an uncut guy.

After a few minutes of ecstatic, low moans, we heard the librarian's voice
over the library sound system, "The library is closing in five minutes.
Please pack up your things and bring any unshelved materials to the front
desk."

"We better hurry up," I said quietly, and Roger grunted, his mouth still
full of my cock.  He retracted the hand that had been fondling my chest,
and I felt a finger start to play with my anus, which made me close my eyes
and groan in pleasure.

Roger quickly took his mouth off my dick, sucked on his first two fingers,
and said, "Fastest way to get a guy off!"  And with a quick, charming grin,
he dove back onto my cock and slipped his two now-wet fingers into my
ass... and pushed.  I came almost immediately, convulsing a little as my
fourth and fifth shots were swallowed straight down.  As my cock began to
soften, it slipped out of Roger's mouth; he stood up and started kissing me
deeply while he jerked himself off.  I loved tasting my own cum in his
mouth, and knew I wanted to help Roger out.  I broke off our kiss, traded
places, and knelt in front of him while he continued to rapidly stroke his
throbbing cock.

"Fastest way!" I winked up at Roger as I wet my own two fingers, and slid
them inside Roger's warm, eager hole.  With my other hand, I gently played
with Roger's balls, knowing that his own hand would get him off faster than
if I tried to take over.  His ass tightening on my fingers was my only
warning as I felt his first shot hit my cheek.  I quickly got my mouth over
his cock and swallowed the rest of his three day load.  I stood up, and
with both us breathing a little heavily, we looked at each other and
laughed.

"That was fucking great, Rob," Roger said, as he playfully licked my cheek
clean.

"Agreed!  Next time, don't worry about a physics or biology pretense,
handsome."

Roger and I didn't hook up too often after that, but thus began a much more
sexual college life than I had started with.