Pounding the Prof, Part 10
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Since Damion was still working, I decided that I'd start getting dinner ready. I didn't really want to cook naked, so I went to the bedroom and got dressed. I picked up Damion's sweats and tossed them to him where he was sitting on the couch.
"In case you want to get decent," I said.
He laughed and pulled the sweats on while I went into the kitchen.
"I didn't bring your shirt," I told him, "cause I wanted to keep looking at your body."
He laughed and went back to his work.
In the kitchen, I first made a rub for the London broil. I mixed brown sugar, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and oregano and spread it on both sides of the steak then put it back into the refrigerator. Then I washed the lettuce, shook it dry, and tossed it into a salad bowl. I cut up tomatoes and carrots and a cucumber and added them to the salad and put it in the fridge too. I debated what to do with the potatoes, but in the end, I decided to make baked potatoes, so I rubbed them with olive oil and set them in the oven on low heat. Damion was still on his computer, so I washed my hands and surfed the web for awhile, reading a few news stories, looking at Facebook. After awhile Damion closed his computer and looked up at me.
"I smell something cooking," he said.
"Potatoes baking. They should be about done. Are you hungry?"
"Of course," he said. "I'm always hungry."
He came over and stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me from behind and gently kissed my neck.
"What's for dinner?"
"Steak and potatoes," I said. He sat down on the stool next to mine, while I got up to check on the potatoes. I stabbed one with the tip of a knife and decided that they were done enough, so I used a pot holder to take them out and set them on a plate. I turned the oven up to broil and took the steak out of the fridge.
"Nice!" he said.
"I figured you don't get steak at the cafeteria," I said as a put it into the oven.
"The food's not bad," he said. "But it gets boring. It all tastes the same after awhile."
"So what do you like to eat? What did you eat back in ... ." I knew it was the Bay Area, but I'd forgotten the town.
"Richmond," he said. "It was just my mom and me. She's a nurse, so she works a lot, so I had to feed myself most of the time. Mostly I just opened a can of ravioli or got myself a bowl of cereal."
"But what do you LIKE to eat?" I asked, as I reached into the oven with a fork and flipped the steak.
"You can get any kind of food where I'm from. I love Asian food - Thai and Vietnamese and Chinese. There's this Thai restaurant on San Pablo that's built up onto the second floor like its on stilts, and you drive under it to get in, and I thought that was the coolest thing as a kid. My mom used to take me there sometimes and we'd sit at the window and look down at the cars going by. And there's this great Salvadoran place between the BART station and where I lived. They had the best pupusas. I used to stop there on my way home from school and grab dinner sometimes."
He paused for a minute. "I dunno. I'm not hard to please."
I tried to come up with some smart response, but hearing him talk so fondly of his home kind of melted my heart. There was something about him that was so open that I found really charming.
I checked the oven. "Dinner's ready."
I took out the steak and let it rest for a minute on the cutting board while I dished up the salad and prepared the potatoes with butter. I sliced the steak into strips and placed them on our plates. It was perfectly pink in the center. I put a plate in front of him and another in front of my place. I poured us each a glass of water and then sat down.
As we ate, we talked comfortably. I asked him about his studies, and he told me that he was going to declare a chemistry major, that he wanted to be a research scientist. He talked about his other classes and life in the dorm. He asked me about where I'd gone to school and about my family. As we talked he rested his leg softly against mine in a casual gesture of affection. He asked for seconds, so I dished out a few more slices of the steak.
"This was great," he said. "Delicious."
Then he asked, "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure," I said.
He swallowed. "I had a crush on you from the first day of class."
"Come on," I said.
He spoke quickly, the words coming all at once. "I came into class and saw you there and said, Damn, I got a hot professor! And every day I would sit there in class fantasizing about wanting to get with you and knowing it would never happen. And when we came over here that night and I saw that it was you, I could of shot my load right then!"
"I'm like ten years older than you," I said.
"I know. That's what I like. I told you I got a thing for older guys. Guys my age are boring. Their immature. They play games." He looked me up and down with a lustful gaze. "You look good AND you smart. That's what turns me on."
He added, "I want to spend time with you. Not just sex. Hanging out."
I guess that was what he was building to, and I didn't really know how to respond. "Damion, I've never been with a student before. Definitely not one of MY students. I could get in trouble for this. ..."
"I know," he said, looking rather crestfallen. "I don't hafta stay..."
"It's not that," I said. "I'm glad you're here. I like you."
He brightened up. "Yeah?"
"Yes," I said. "I do. It's nice to have you here. It's just I'm not sure what's going on."
I paused for a moment, and he waited for me to continue.
"Honestly, Damion, if you're talking about dating, I don't have much experience. I haven't dated many guys, and I ended up cheating on all of them."
"So you're a slut," he said, and at first I thought he was being cruel, but then he burst out laughing. "That doesn't bother me at all! I'm not trying to own you. I love sex too, prof! Shit, I'm only 18, so I can't ever get enough ass. And I don't care who you fucking with, but ... I'm just saying I hope that we can keep fucking and maybe hanging out like this."
"Yeah," I said. "We can."
"You're not bored with me?"
"No," I said. "I mean you're pretty young, but it's nice to talk with you."
"Plus," I added, "You fuck like a porn star."
"I AM a porn star. How you think I'm paying for school?" he said and then laughed. One of the things that was particularly charming in talking with Damion was hearing him code switch as he talked. In one sentence he would talk with an accent and language like he was from the street, but then he would speak like he had grown up in a mansion in Connecticut. He might have been from humble origins, but Damion had learned how to adapt, and it wasn't clear which was the real him - or if either was. I found him intriguing.
"You want to watch a movie or something?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. We got up and moved to the couch. I sat at one end, and Damion curled up next to me, leaning against my side. I stroked his bare chest with my hand.
"So what happened with Nathan last night?" he asked.
I told him how Nathan had shown up with two other guys and pushed them to use me, how I was worried, because he'd videotaped it all. I told him the sex had been hot but I didn't like the way it had happened, how I wasn't given a chance to say no. I described the two guys, and Damion told me that they were both soccer players. Djebo was from South Africa and Paulo was from Uruguay, he told me.
"I thought they were both straight, but ... well Nathan is always trying to turn guys out. They probably are straight." A dark cloud passed over his face. "You know, he's the only guy who's ever fucked me, and it's not cause I wanted him to."
He sighed.
"When I first got to campus, the week before classes started, when the soccer team all arrived for practice, Nathan invited a few of us new guys to his room one night. It wasn't everyone, just three of us. I figured out later he'd hand picked cause he thought we were gay. He mixed some drinks for us, and we played some X-box and got pretty drunk. I'd never really had alcohol before. I mean, I like to blaze sometimes to relax, but I steered clear of liquor.
"Anyway, I got drunk enough that things got a little foggy. The other guys left at some point, and it was just me and Nathan, and he sat next to me and started kissing me. His hands were all over me, and he was whispering in my ear. You're so fucking hot,' shit like that. He said, I could tell you were into guys. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.'
"I didn't mind making out with him. I mean, he's sexy as shit and I like to kiss. But he started pulling my clothes off. He pulled my shorts down and sucked my cock for awhile and then lifted my legs and started to rim me, which felt amazing, so I didn't say no. But next thing I knew, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, and I told him no, but he just kept going. It's okay, baby,' he said to me. Just let me inside. Let me make you mine.' I didn't want it, but I was too drunk to fight back, so he pushed into my ass, and it hurt like hell and he fucked me until he came."
Damion was overcome with emotion for a moment, and I saw that there were tears in his eyes. I reached up and wiped them gently away.
"It's not like I never want to get fucked. I'm a top, but I've thought about it before. But that's not how I wanted it."
He worked to get his emotions under control, while I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly.
"He wasn't bad to me. He got me dressed and put me in his bed, and he slept on his couch. I woke up the next morning with a terrible hang over, and he gave me Tylenol and had me drink a lot of water and stuff. And he HAS taken care of me, like he promised. He's watched out for me, and he's introduced me to all sorts of people and we've had a lot of fun. He's never done anything like that since. He's invited me to play with him a bunch of times, mostly with other guys. He's gotten me all sorts of ass to fuck, and we've done three ways and shit. But still ... it's kind of fucked up."
We were quiet for a few moments.
"Damion, Nathan basically raped you. If you were too drunk to stop it and you told him no and he went ahead..."
"It's not like that," he said. "He's not a bad guy. He takes care of the soccer team, and he helps us out when we need it. He only goes after the gay guys or the guys he thinks are gay. He likes to be in control."
"Does he fuck other guys who don't want it?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. I think so. But he's not bad to them. He says he likes to help people find themselves. He likes to help bi guys experiment."
"Damion," I said quietly, "If he's fucking people who don't want it, it needs to stop."
Damion looked deep in my eyes. "Did he rape you?"
"No," I said. "I invited you guys over. And last night, I could have told him and his friends to leave." I paused. "Well, maybe. He kind of blackmailed me. And now he has those films, which really worries me."
Damion thought for a minute.
"We can stop him," he said quietly. "I have an idea."
"What?" I asked.
"Let me think about it," he said. "Let's watch a movie."
I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I got up and found a blanket, and we curled up together there on the couch. We found a movie that we both liked, but we didn't actually watch it for very long. With our bodies pressing together like that under the blanket, we both soon got horny. I let my hand brush against his crotch, and I could feel that he was hard.
"I feel your hardon," he said to me, wiggling his butt against my crotch. He turned his body around and pulled me into a kiss, and we made out there for a while.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said.
We got up, and we both stripped as we walked. I pulled back the covers and we tumbled into the bed, kissing and rolling around a bit as we struggled to see who would get on top of whom. In the end, he pinned me down on my back and held my arms over my head while he held my body down with his body. He ground his hips so that our dicks rubbed together, then he let go of my hands and lifted my legs and placed his cock head against my asshole. He let a long line of spit fall from his mouth down onto his cock and then rubbed it around my hole to lube me up before pushing inside me. He'd already fucked me twice, so once he pushed in, it was only a moment before he'd impaled me with his entire cock and I could feel his balls on my ass. He stayed that way, with his cock buried as deep as it could go while he kissed me. After a few minutes, he started to slowly move his cock around, not pulling out or pumping, but just rubbing against my prostate back and forth, back and forth. He knew he'd found my spot, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning as he rubbed it over and over. I felt waves of pleasure washing over me, and as his body was pressing against me, ever so slightly rubbing my cock, I felt an orgasm build, and before I knew it, a load exploded up from my balls and squirted shot after shot of cum between our bodies.
"That's what I'm talkin' about," Damion said.
"That's ... a first ... for me," I said, struggling to catch my breath. Damion started to pump in and out, now focusing on his own pleasure. He picked up his pace, and in a few minutes he groaned and shot his load inside, then collapsed on the bed next to me.
"You know, for a young guy," I said, "you got skills."
He laughed. "I've had practice," he said. We both lay there for awhile, panting, worn out. But it was still early in the evening.
We lay there catching our breath for probably ten minutes. Then I asked him, "How many times do you think you can cum in one night?"
"I dunno, I think four is the most I've done" he said.
I rolled over onto him and gave him what I hoped was my most wicked smile.
"Let's find out if you can do more" I said and leaned down to kiss him again.