"Gay Sex 101, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay College
Terry could hear the shouts of revelry coming from the campus. The flames from the big bonfire reflected on the walls of his house. Terry was lucky to have gotten one homes in faculty row. It was hardly more than a stone cottage, but since he lived alone, it was more than adequate.
It was a chilly night, so he set a good fire going in the fireplace so the room would be warm when he returned from greeting students and other professors at the First Bash or Frosh Bash. The one at the end of the year was called Last Bash.
He put on a navy pea jacket and a scarf with blue and gold stripes, the college colors. Dressed as he was, and with his shock of red hair, he looked more like a young student than a distinguished professor.
As he neared the fire area, it was really hot. He took off his jacket and hung it on his shoulders. Under the jacket he was wearing an athletic shirt showing up his red chest hair and muscular arms.
He watched the students, arms linked, singing the Alma Mater. He could see that their eyes were bleary and they were swaying with drunkenness. There must have been ten large kegs dispensing ale.
As he stood smiling at the evocative scene, he heard a voice behind him. "Hey Terry." He turned. It was Billy. Billy looked half crocked, his usually pretty mouth twisted in drunkenness.
"Hi Billy." He shook the boy's slim hand, noticing that it was warm from the fire. He experienced a slight buzz in his groin from the contact.
In a moment, Billy was joined by the rest of the class. They all looked tipsy, even Lee had a silly look on his face.
Tony spoke first. "Hey Terry my bye, what do you think is a really good Irish whiskey," he attempted a brogue.
"I guess Jameson is pretty good."
"How about Cooley Whiskey," asked Eric, ever the connoisseur, Aged in Madeira wood?"
Terry could feel his salivary glands filling his mouth with saliva. "Now you talking the brew of the gods. I haven't had that in over ten years, the last time I was back at the old sod, in Dub. That's Dublin to you Yankees."
"Would you like to have some right now," said the twins in unison. We've got a bottle in our back pack."
"Does a dog like his bone?" Terry said. "Come back to my place and we can sample it."
They all smiled happily and looked at each other conspiratorially. What Terry didn't know were two things. The first was that each of the students was half in love and lust for him, and the second was that with Tony's help, they laced the fabulous whiskey with a dose of Viagra, plus a bit of roofie.
The all tumbled into Terry's cottage. It was a short walk from the bonfire and the center of the quad. Terry realized, when they entered, that he should have left a window open, the fire had made the room as warm as a sauna.
The boys grabbed seats on the couch, and some sat on the floor. Terry felt warm and pleased to have them in his house. His eyes glowed as they produced the fifth of amber whiskey in its familiar bottle.
"I don't want to be a pig, but I am aching for a swallow of Cooley, me tongue is pleading."
They all laughed at their dignified prof getting all girly over a drink. Tony found glasses in a cabinet across the room and poured a stiff one for Terry. At first, he savored it, rolling it around his mouth, but then he began to take larger swallows.
"Is it as good as you remember?" asked Lee, smiling with anticipation.
"'Tis excellent. May I refill once, but only once, to save me dignity."
The twins, Ben and Jerry were enjoying the restraints dropping from Terry's usual demeanor. Finally, after Terry had downed the large, potent second glass, not to mention the additives, Ben felt brave enough to say, "Terry, it is fucking hot in here. What say we all get into our usual uniform?"
Terry looked at him quizzically, sensing that he was being manipulated but the effects of the third drink and his jumping cock brought on by the Viagra and the compliancy of the Roofie caused him to giggle and begin to slip off his athletic shirt, then quickly his pants and shorts.
In a few moments, Terry's strong body and red body hair was glinting in the firelight. They feasted on his muscular fuzzy ass and his large pale cock nestling into the hollow of his ball sac caused by the hang of his heavy balls.
"You have a fine body, me boi," opined Eric, who was also naked. Eric got up and approached Terry. He put out one finger and flicked Terry's slowly erecting tit.
Terry pushed his hand away. "You shouldn't do that, Eric."
Eric stayed close. "But you liked it, didn't you?" he asked holding the profs handsome Irish face in his hands. He took the tit and squeezed it in his thumb and index fingers.
"Yes," whispered Terry. "I've always been a sucker for that tit handling. But don't do too much. I might lose control. After all, I'm the teacher."
In the background, Tony laughed. "Hey teacher. You are lisping like a drunk fag."
Terry know that he was on dangerous ground. The situation with the laughing boys reminded him of the time he was fourteen and his brother and friend used to wake him up and stroke his chest and get him all riled up. Within minutes, he would fall into a sex hazy and lay on the bed, his lets up in the air, begging to be fucked. It took him years to get over that bottom boy desire. But, here now, as the drugs and alcohol took their toll, he felt an urgency to give himself away to a masterful top. Hardly realizing it, Eric pushed against Terry's chest, and other hands helped him fall back on the bed.
There he was, his mind whirling, his cock pulsing. Without analyzing his actions, he lifted his strong, red fuzzy legs in the air, exposing his red haired ringed asshole to the boy's eager eyes.
"Hey Billy, you've got the hottest tongue according to Tony. How about you kissing the Blarney Stone...er hole?"
Billy moaned with anticipation. He leaned in between the meaty thighs of the young professor. He pressed his lips against Terry's nether lips. They puckered out, kissing him back. Terry's was going into a powerful sex dream, which intensified when Billy decided to soul kiss the orifice. his long boyish tongue slid in, the tip hitting Terry's prostate. That did It. Terry began to plead to be fucked.
Eric got into position, putting Terry's heavy legs up on his hipbones. "Here I come, the "Top of the Mornin" or rather evening." He put only a quarter of his cock inside Terry's boiling hole and wiggled it around. Terry's eyes rolled up, his tongue fell out and he began drooling on his chest.
"Hey guys," Eric called, his voice husky with passion. "Help me out here. Billy, jerk his cock and play with his balls." To the twins, "Each of you, take a tit and play with it. And Tony, get your Italian salami into his mouth."
They all took their positions. The rooms was singing with their moans and cries. Terry couldn't hold out much longer, his ass hole began to flutter and his cock began to spew on his hairy belly. At that, Eric froze A moment, then unloaded about a quart of young spooge into his prof's hole. He continued sucking the Italian boy until his knees bent and he shout so much that it rolled down Terry's chin and landed on his chest.
Terry passed out. The boys covered him and tiptoed out, hoping Terry would not remember what they had done.
The day at class, they noticed that the desks were back in position. They got undressed and waited for their instructor. Terry arrived. He remained dressed.
"Boys, I was going to go into the theoretical part of the course, but I changed my mind. Today we are going to take up fucking. Decide who wants to bottom and who top. I will not participate." Then smiling, he my ass needs a few days to recover."
To his surprise, Tony leaned across his desk on his stomach, sticking his big shapely ass in the air for Billy to enjoy. One twin slid down on his seated brother, facing the front of the room, and finally another surprise, Lee came to the front of the room and lay on the large instructs desk on his side. Eric snuggled up behind him and pushed in. "He grinned at Terry, "This is the lazy man's fuck," but soon he was caught up in the pleasure of fucking the slim, golden ass impaled on his cock and could no longer talk.
There was sounds of ass squishing, and flesh pounding, cries and the couples shouted their cums and soon the room quieted down.
Terry announced, "Next class, come dressed with your notebooks. No more sex in class. Of course, after hours....maybe."
End