Owen and the Professor -- 2: Owen's Return Visit by Sean Reid Scott 2022
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Motor-mouth muscle man Owen is excited to tell Professor Reed about his time being an anatomical model for Professor Cox. Right now, Owen is standing in front of the professor's desk again, and well... here's "Mr. I Have No Filter" talking about his past week:
HEY PROFESSOR, HOW YOU, doing? Oh, first of all, are you all recuperated? I feel so bad that they called for the paramedics. I mean, come on... I'm a medical student! You've taught me well! You know? I didn't see why they had to call 911. Well, you were unconscious until later in the hospital, so I did actually get to do some CPR on you until the EMTs got here. I thought it was good practice anyway.
And of course I was really good at the mouth-to-mouth. I switched from chest compressions to mouth-to-mouth just like you taught us. I did it until the paramedics arrived.... Yeah, I did.... I figured it was the least I could do.... And you would have been proud of my technique, prof.
They said later you had a classic STEMI heart attack.... Just like the ones you taught us about! Whoda thunk! The paramedics said I did a good job in starting the CPR and shit. They were impressed with how I jumped right into action. Might have saved your life! But... well duh. I mean, I was right there. I saw the whole thing! So you're a really good teacher, prof. I knew exactly what to do! When you were ejaculating and then I saw your eyes roll back in your head, I knew that couldn't be good, you know? And then you were out cold, you know? Totally limp--well, I mean, it took a minute for your... down there... to become limp, if you know what I mean.... Haha.
But anyway, when you passed out, I just did the CPR and the mouth-to-mouth (that was kinda fun, to be honest; oh, I suppose you remember me telling you when we practiced mouth-to-mouth at your house that I thought you have really nice lips. So yeah, it was hard for me to concentrate, to be honest, but I buckled down and did what was necessary in the moment, you know?)... anyway, I kept working on you while your secretary outside called 911. I tried to tell her I could carry you over to Emergency. It's only in the next building I mean. And heck, I bet you don't weigh more than 150 pounds dripping wet... am I right? Hell, I do warm ups with that weight. I'm pretty strong, you know? Arm curls... 150 pounds is nothing, I promise you that! But Miss Fletcher, your secretary... bless her heart... she said there's a liability thing that requires "official" or... oh, she said, "certified" emergency people. But she said I should keep working on you until the EMTs arrived so I did.
Oh, and before I went out and told her you were out cold, I made sure to clean up all your jizz and pull your pants back up. Mine too. I didn't want some scandal, you know? I mean... I certainly don't care that people know I like to flex my muscles for guys. But I didn't know where you stand on the issue--if it'd bother you if people knew--so I wanted to be discreet, just in case. Plus... well I really don't want people to get the idea I'm getting any favoritism from my favorite professor, you know? I mean, I've been pulling straight A's since middle school... and I dunno, I suppose some people just don't think that a guy with a body like mine also as the brains too. Some people can get really bitchy, you know?
Oh, but not you, professor. Not you at all. Actually, when you suggested giving me some personal tutoring at your house last year, I thought it was really generous of you. I mean, I didn't really need the tutoring help, but I thought it was so sweet of you to think about wanting to make sure I succeeded. I really appreciate that you took a special interest in me, and let me know that I'd need to spend the time at your place in order to continue getting good grades. It's funny how over the years so many of my teachers have offered that... personal tutoring, you know.... And to be honest, even back when you offered me to come to your place, I got an inkling that you really liked guys with lots of muscles... like me... so I figured, whatever it takes to succeed, you know? I guess it all worked out pretty good, huh? I mean, I get good grades and you get to watch my muscles every week, in private and shit... I know you like watching them flex and shit under my clothes, right?
So yeah, anyway, I got you all cleaned up--me too--before I told your secretary. Oh, and instead of moving between just the chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth, I inserted into the rotation cleaning us both up--right after every chest compressions session. I know that wasn't what was taught, but it worked out okay, right? I hope that was alright. I didn't think you'd want to be found that way... you know, with your jizz all over my chest and face... and well, dayum professor, for an old guy, you really put out a major load! So yeah, some clean-up was in order, haha.
Oh, but I should tell you, there was some cum on your slacks I couldn't get out. I don't know if it was your jizz or mine, but yeah... I tried to rub it away but I figured I shouldn't spend too much time on that because... well, dying, right? Haha. Better alive with a little jizz on your clothes, right? Having really clean clothes won't do you a whole lot of good if you're dead! Haha!
Anyway, I'm sure they told you this at the hospital, but yeah, classic STEMI. Oh, and something to do with a weak valve too? I don't remember all the names of the valves... sorry... I think I was sick that week. But it doesn't matter anyway because they wouldn't get into the details with me on account of the HIPAA shit, but duh... I'm a medical student, right? I can read charts and shit, right? So yeah, I snuck a look at yours. So shoot me, okay? Haha. I mean, I figured I had a right to know since my muscles were actually... I mean, basically... the reason your heart stopped working to begin with. Kinda ironical, if you think about it. My cardiac teacher has a heart attack while his star pupil is right there! What are the odds?
Anyway, it looks like the prognosis is good, though right? But you're not supposed to have any big, exciting events for awhile, huh? So I guess I won't be masturbating you with my pecs anytime soon again, huh? (Wink, wink). And that goes for the edging thing we were going to do too, right? Well, you just let me know when you're released for more strenuous stuff, and I'll clear my calendar. Although I gotta be honest... I'm gonna be pretty tied up for the next few weeks. But I'll tell you about that in a minute.
Oh! (slaps forehead with palm) I forgot to tell you, One of the EMTs was really, really nice. He was pretty buff too--and well, kinda cute... and he said he took some classes here. I don't remember his last name but his first name was Casey. Do you remember him at all? I don't know if he was in your classes or not. And anyway, the reason I remember his first name is because after he made sure you were all okay at the hospital, and, you know, I was there too, you know, making sure too... well he gave me his phone number, you know? Like, the guy was really in to big muscles, apparently? Haha. That was pretty obvious from the start because he was really muscular himself, and lean. Anyway, I asked him when he got off his shift, and... well, long story short, he brought over pizza that night--after I made sure you were okay in your hospital room--and we... well, you know... we... kinda made out and shit. Well actually, a lot of shit, haha. He was really hot, I gotta tell ya. So I guess something good came out of this after all, huh?! Silver lining to your heart attack I guess. Whoda thunk?! So yeah, anyway, one of the times I was coming in my bedroom with him that night, I kinda yelled out his name really loud, so that's how I remember his first name. You know, nobody yells out a dude's last name when he comes, so I guess that's why I can't remember it.
Anyway, maybe next time we should work on my "extra-curricular studies" it at your house instead of here in your office. Not so many nosy people, you know what I mean. I mean, Miss Fletcher is sweet and everything but... (glances toward the door, then leans toward the professor a bit and whispers loudly) I kinda think she might be a gossip. I definitely got the impression she had "opinions" about me. I dunno. My momma always said I shouldn't talk about people behind their backs like that, but.... And she wears those frilly dresses you know? Like from the 1900s? What's up with that?
Anyway, I really hope you didn't get into any trouble for all that shit--having me in your office when you had your heart attack. I think our future times should be at your place.... You could come to my place if you want though. It's off campus and I live alone. Just not here though. Like I said, you're my favorite prof, and I don't want you to get in any trouble. I know the Board of Regents doesn't look too kindly on the favoritism stuff... you know, even though academically I've always done well. I mean, how could anyone give me favoritism when I already ace every class I'm in? I'm always appreciative of when my teachers help me out, though, like you do, prof. I guess some of my good grades should be chalked up to the tutoring and shit. But it's ridiculous what some people say behind your back though. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've heard people say when they think I'm not listening. But don't you worry about that, they always shut up after I have a little "talk" with `em. So yeah, I probably shouldn't have said anything about Miss Fletcher.
Anyways, if you do have another heart attack while I'm showing off to you, I promise to keep you alive again until the "certified" people arrive.... Haha.
So I'm really glad you're doing alright. Whew... what a relief! You had me a little worried there for a bit. It's nice you're back behind the desk. Get right back up on that horse and all that, right? Proud of you, man.
Oh, and the other reason I wanted to talk to you was to tell you all about me being Professor Cox's anatomy model last week. He said I did really good. I showed up to mostly all of his classes last week. Five--no, six times. One of them was a repeat, though. Oh, and he told me he's never, ever had classes where there were no absences. Not even one absence! He said that once word got out that I was going to demonstrate "the perfect male physique" to his classes, well he said he wished there was a way I could come to all his classes. How did he put it? "Attendance I'd only ever dreamed of...." I thought that was sweet of him.
So anyway, on the first day--Monday--he had me come to his office first, and then go with him to the class. He was really kind of antsy, to be honest. I think he expected me to be nervous or something because he was kinda fidgety and kept asking me if I was okay. I kinda actually wondered if I was gonna get another chance to do my CPR again! Haha! Anyway, I told him I was totally used to showing off to people, and he didn't need to worry about me one bit.
When we got to his classroom in Roberts Hall, he had me wait in the hallway for a minute while he got the class ready for me. When he had me come in and stand in the front, a lot of the class kinda got all weird. Some of em hooped and gave cat calls, you know? I mean, I get that a lot, so it didn't bother me one bit. I'm totally used to it. Shit... I mean you try walking down the street when you're built like me! Either you get used to it and adapt, or you're done. Me... I actually take it as a compliment when people call out and stuff. Makes all the work in the gym worth it, you know? I just nod and grin, and if I think they want to see something big, I flex an arm for em, you know? It's actually all good.
So anyway, he had me stand at the front while he introduced me. Then he said I should take off my shirt. He told me earlier that I should take my shirt off first, then stop so they could let all of my upper-body muscles kinda soak in, you know? I tried to tell him that when people see me with my shirt off, they usually don't get nervous. Well, some do, but when I put `em all at ease and just start flexing and shit, they settle down. Anyway, so I started with just my shirt, and well... some of the girls got all yelly and were whooping it up. Which is fine, like I said, but sometimes girls can be a little weird, you know? It's funny, because I can see it in the guys' eyes too, but they stay more quiet about how they feel about my big muscles and shit.
Anyway, I won't bore you with all the deets, prof, but.... --oh really? You have plenty of time? Well, I don't want your heart rate to get too high, you know. Because to be honest, it got a lot more involved than I think Professor Cox thought it was gonna. Especially that fourth class--the one on Thursday. You sure? Well, okay... Anyway, they had me orgasm three times in that Thursday class. I think they did it just because they liked to see my muscles flex and get all ripply when I come... Not bragging or anything, but yeah, when I come and you're watching all of my muscles, they can get really, really hard, and big when I climax. So yeah, it can be pretty amazing if you like to look at really big, tight muscles and everything. Anyway, some of the students in the back complained they hadn't been able to see very well, but I think that was just an excuse. And actually, they had a different dude give me a hand job each time because so many of `em wanted to have a shot at it. And heck, prof, all totaled for the week, I had about 20 guys come up to me after the classes because I said that if anyone else wanted to do it--to see what a real good orgasm feels like when I'm shooting, I'd be able to schedule it at my apartment. Haha, prof, I don't have a free evening till the end of the month! But I wanted Professor Cox's class to be a success, so.... So yeah, that's what I was saying when I said I don't have a lot of free time coming up. Good thing you're still on rest anyway, huh?
So where was I? Oh, yeah, lots of cumming--I mean, "orgasm demonstrations." After that one class on Thursday... where they had me come three times? Well then they had the repeat class from Monday... Professor Cox said... how did he put it? "Back by popular demand," or something like that. He should have been one of those TV announcers or something. He's pretty amazing. So yeah, they did the repeat class from Monday on Thursday afternoon, right after that three-orgasm one, and in the repeat class they had me come three more times! Pretty cool, huh? Anyway he was impressed with how well I did, and how well the classes liked me--at least he seemed to be. I didn't tell him how much it was actually a walk in the park for me. I didn't want to sound like I was bragging or anything. As it was, you wouldn't believe how many people wanted to feel my muscles while I flexed. I kinda felt bad for Professor Cox some of the times, because I think he felt frustrated that he wasn't able to get all of his lecture points covered. He told me later that it'd be okay though. I'm sure glad I'm not going to be a teacher. Sounds stressful, you know? Oh, but you probably already know about that stuff, huh?
All in all, though, I think it was a success. Prof. Cox actually asked me if maybe I might want to come back next semester and do it some more. Even though I'm graduating and shit. I said I'd think about it. I mean... I loved showing off, don't get we wrong. Yeah, I have an ego just like everybody else... so sue me, haha! But seriously, I kinda like it when it's not so crowded and shit... and not so many girls too. They're all cool and everything, but they can really get a bit pissy when they realize I like dudes, you know? I hate to "discriminate" but well, a lot of the chicks wanted to schedule time to make me orgasm... like the guys wanted, you know? And when I told em I only did guys, some of em got steamed. Professor Cox said something about figuring out how to make that all work without getting the university in trouble with Title Nine or whatever the shit it's called. I just really like to flex for guys and I don't want to have to worry about the legal check boxes, you know?
But yeah, for all the classes... by the time I got all my clothes off, it got kind of fun, to be honest. And don't even ask about what it was like when I got hard for them! Not to even mention when the dudes started stroking me! Usually, it started out with people being kinda loud... clapping and hollering. But by the time a dude would come forward to start masturbating me, it would get totally silent, you know? You could hear a needle in a haystack... is that how it goes? Whatever.... And heck... a few of the dudes even gave me some head, too! Professor Cox asked them to stop though because he said it blocked people's view. But yeah, that was pretty cool. I think sometimes a guy just has a hard time--no pun intended, haha--with controlling himself when he gets real close to me, you know? I don't hold it against `em at all though. Whatcha gonna do, right?
But the most awesome thing was on Wednesday, actually. Well, it started out bad, but it ended up really good. Professor Cox was feeling pretty good about how the classes with me in them were going. And anyway, some chick in the Wednesday class raised her hand and asked if maybe I could demonstrate actual intercourse. Professor Cox looked to me to see what I thought, and that's when I said I didn't do that kind of shit in public. Actually, it was just because the girl who raised her hand was obviously ready to strip down in a New York Minute if I said yes, you know what I mean? And like I said, I don't do girls, okay? So that was a hard no, okay? And by hard, I mean... not hard, if you take my meaning. Haha.
Anyway, then a dude in the back raised his hand and said something about him seeing me boning the quarterback in the football team's showers sometimes... so my story about "never in public" looked kinda lame then. Do you think "in the showers" is the same as in public? Anyway, so I had to tell em about my "aversion to vagina," haha. Yeah, the girls didn't like that one bit. But I have my standards, you know? I'm not going to do something that makes me feel uncomfortable, you know? I mean, I had sex with a girl--once--and lemme tell ya, never again, okay? She was nice enough about it, but fuck, she was smelly with perfume, and well, to be honest, boobs have never done it for me. That, and the fact that she was so feminine and weak that I had to be really, really careful not to hurt her. And afterwards all she could talk about was how big I was down there. And how much it hurt even though I tried to be gentle, you know? I mean, I get that a lot with guys too, but the way she was talking about it made it sound like she really didn't like it, you know? So... I say, piss on em, you know? Don't go all flirty-eyes and wanting to feel my muscles, and then start complaining about how much it hurt, you know what I mean? Even when I hurt a guy, they don't complain. Some like it to hurt a lot, if you know what I'm sayin'. So yeah, I draw the line with chicks. SO not going to go there again.
So anyways, the dude who raised his hand started talking about how hot it was when he saw me fucking the quarterback, and well... he said something about the pleasure of sex, and well, homosexual stuff... and how all the animals do it with the same sex and everything... and so, well I said that yeah, I definitely do it with guys, and that I didn't care if people saw. Of course, the bitches screamed like cats, but in the end I said if they didn't button it up I'd put my clothes on right then and there and leave. I think that convinced them to settle down. I mean, watching me ass-fuck the dude was better than nothing... you know what I mean? So anyway, the dude said he'd volunteer. When he came down in front right next to me, and saw how big I am, I think he kinda regretted volunteering. I mean, not just how big my muscles are... but you know... how big my cock is. He kept staring at it and he got real pale. Haha. Have I seen that happen before? You know I have, haha!
But as far as I'm concerned, a fuck offered is a fuck offered, you know? I think that's what they say in the business classes I took... something about offer and acceptance... that makes an... an agreement. No. That makes a contract. That's right. So I figured the dude offered, and I accepted, and that's that. We had a contract. You don't actually have to sign a paper to have a contract. Did you know that? I mean, it's just harder to enforce a verbal contract, but a contract is a contract even if it's not on paper. Kinda crazy, huh? So I figured since he offered and I accepted in front of the whole class, there were a lot of witnesses to our "verbal contract," you know?
Anyway, I know the dude really wanted it, even though he was kinda scared. To be honest, I kinda had to hold him down on the professor's desk... I'm used to having to do that `cuz some guys get pretty scared of how big I am, you know? And even though this dude was a linebacker kinda guy, I didn't have a problem at all with him. Never met a guy I couldn't handle, to be honest. The dude did yell quite a bit though. Not as much as Casey did when he brought pizza over, but anyway.... So, I mean, I was a bit pissed at the volunteer linebacker dude for trying to back out of our "contract" so to be honest... and this is just between you and me, okay?... to be honest I fucked him pretty hard. Don't mess with me okay? Haha. So... yeah, Professor Cox said it's a good thing his classes are in the new Roberts Hall, where everything is a bit more sound-insulated. And to be honest, it wasn't just because I was pissed at him trying to back out... Because at some point, the class was gonna end, you know? So as the time wound down, I just went for it and shoved all the way in. Time deadline, you know? Cum already, haha! Class is almost over, dude! Anyway, we were doing it missionary style, where he was on his back on the desk, and I had his legs draped over my shoulders... My shoulders are pretty wide, you know? Take a look at this. This is called a most muscular pose. See how big my shoulders can get? Yeah, most people can't believe how broad my shoulders are. Anyway, I'll have to have you drape your legs over my shoulders after you get well if you want. So where was I? Oh... and well, when the dude started screaming, I was able to lay forward... or is it lie forward? ...whatever... and then I was able to wrap my mouth over his--to shut him up a bit. Fortunately there wasn't any blood. Just a lot of my cum that kinda gurgled out of his ass when I pulled out. The class liked that--a lot. Like... they'd never seen that before or something. Hello? Earth to students! I shoot some big loads, okay? And a guy's ass just isn't gonna be able to hold it all, okay? Haha.
Anyway, believe me, prof, some guys are so small and tight that there is damage. Jus' sayin'. It's funny though... no matter how much I "widen" a guy, I've never had a dude not ask for a repeat performance, you know what I mean? No pain, no gain, I like to say! Haha! Yeah, girls aren't like that.
Anyway... let's see... what else. Oh! Yeah, on Friday, the class kinda got into discussing masturbation and mutual orgasm stuff so I started explaining about the putting your cock between my pecs thing? You know? Oh, I didn't tell them that's how you had your heart attack. I didn't even mention you at all, okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just telling everybody that a lot of dudes really enjoy it when I let them put their shaft right here and let me make `em come with my chest muscles, you know? Like I did with you, you know? I mean, I don't know how much you remember, but.... Anyhoo, long story short, this really good looking dude wanted me to show the class what I meant... demonstration time! I guess... haha... and well, the guy was pretty-well built, and really huge down there, you know what I mean? Not as big as me, but... still.... Anyway, I had them scrounge up a mat for the floor... someone found one pretty quick... and I laid down on my back while the dude took off his clothes.
And holy fuck... like I said, the dude was big! His shaft, I mean. Nice big balls too. I mean... just between you and me, I gave him my number after, because fuck, I'd do him anytime, you know? Anyway, he sat on my abs and leaned forward while I wrapped my pecs around his cock. Oh, and since we were on the floor, Professor Cox asked the students in the back to come forward. Pretty much everyone just circled around the mat to watch. So anyway, I wrapped my chest muscles around his shaft and started flexing `em to jack him off, you know? To be honest, I had a hard time keeping my face pointed up because I so wanted to lean my chin down and suck the dude off. His cock was nuts. But I didn't. That's one of the reasons I gave the guy my number after, though. I told him I'd suck him off any time if he wanted--maybe some sixty-nine shit too, you know? Yeah, well... he's coming over tonight, anyway. Fuck, I'm getting hard right now just thinking about it.
So where was I? Oh yeah, we're on the floor in the front, and this dude is straddling me, with his cock buried in my chest cleavage, and I'm flexing and smiling up at him while he's groaning and I can see he's gonna come pretty quick, you know? I can tell which guys aren't going to last long. So anyway, when he does, he kinda groans real loud, tips his head back, and starts blasting jizz onto me. The dude was a fire hose! But get this! When he starts coming, I start to feel drops landing all over my body--on my torso, cock and legs! I realized right away what was happening. Some of the other dudes standing and watching were so turned on that a few of them had actually whipped it out while the guy was getting ready to come on me--and again, the dude ex-pa-LODED on me, you know? So anyway, when he came, I think there were three of them... three of the guys watching... anyway, while the guy was spraying my chin and face, these guys start ejaculating all over hell! I was pretty surprised! Three guys were coming all over me, watching me get this guy off!
So that was a really big turn-on for me... and well, at that point I really just wanted to blow my own load too, you know? So before the good looking guy on top of me is even done, I call out, "I need a dude to grab my cock. Gimme a few strokes, okay?" Haha. It was nuts. Fortunately, someone did, and he had a really nice grip... most guys like to use two hands, and that's what he did... while the three dudes standing were still squirting, the guy got me off and I started coating the back of the dude sitting on top of me. Haha. I think the dude thought his orgasm was pretty amazing, but when I started shooting onto his back, well he was totally blown away. The dude jacking me was awesome; he aimed my cock so that I ended up pretty-much coating the guy's entire back side. It was cool. Yeah, that class was one of the messier ones, to be honest. It took a long time to get everything cleaned up after that one.
Are you alright professor? Shit, did I get you all excited again? Just by talking? Fuck, man, I'm sorry. What can I do? Other than shut the fuck up, right? Haha. I mean it's not like I even have my shirt off or anything. Are you sure you're okay? Lookin' a little pale again, doc. I'm jus' sayin'. Miss Fletcher? Naw, I sent her over to the administration building with some lame story about you needing transcripts or something. I thought she didn't need to know how long I spent in here. Not that I was thinking we'd do anything, like I said. But I was actually worried that maybe something like this might happen. Dang, Professor. Are you sure you're okay? Dayum, there go your eyes rolling back again.... Hold on. Hold on. You're gonna be fine, okay? I gotcha. Shit. I wonder if Casey is on duty today....