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I felt surprisingly sad saying goodbye to Damion at the airport. He told me to drop him off at the curb, but instead I parked and walked him inside, carrying his small bag for him. After he'd checked in at the kiosk and gotten his boarding pass, I walked him to the security check. I hesitated for a moment, but then I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips, not caring who might see.
As I watched him advance up the line and then walk through the security machine and out of sight, a felt a hard lump in my stomach. I laughed at myself for being so sentimental, but the sentiment was real. I stood there for a minute before I headed out to the car and drove back home.
The apartment seemed weirdly empty with Damion gone. It was funny, since of course he didn't live with me, and I rarely saw him during the week. But knowing that he was away and that I wouldn't see him for a month made the house seem really empty.
I decided to go for a run to get my mind off of Damion's departure. It was really too cold for a good run, but I put on a couple of layers and headed out anyway. I regretted my choice almost as soon as I stepped out the door, because a wind was making the cold feel even more bitter, but I pushed on anyway, heading along the river trail for at least a little way, even as I felt the cold air burning my lungs.
Not too far along, my phone buzzed, and I saw that I had a text from Damion.
"all checked into the plane and waiting for take off"
"you riding any dick yet? send pics!!!!" He signed off with a devil emoji.
I laughed at his messages and responded, "I'm trying lol."
I decided to head back. I thought about swinging by the gym so that I could get a work out and a longer run, but instead I headed back to my apartment.
As I was changing out of my running clothes, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Nathan.
"hey you around"
I paused and thought about saying I was busy, but I decided, what the fuck. I knew that Damion wouldn't mind.
"Yeah."
"let me come fuck you I need to get off"
"Just you?"
"yup that okay"
"Yes. Come on over."
I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself out and got ready for him. After I dried off, I decided to put myself in the position -- like he'd found me the first time. I cracked the front door open and got on the bed on all fours, face down, ass up. Just a few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and Nathan coming inside.
"Hello?" he called.
"In the bedroom," I said.
He walked in, and I heard him chuckle.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about!!" he said.
I heard him stepping out of his clothes and dropping them on the floor. He stepped up and put a hand on my bare ass, and I jumped.
"Fuck! That's cold!"
"Sorry, Prof. It's cold as hell outside!"
He climbed on the bed, and I felt his tongue run across my ass to my asshole, then he drilled inside, making me moan. He spent a good long time loosening me up with his tongue, then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole, which presented almost no resistance. He slid right in and bottomed out in one thrust.
"Damn, I see my boy Damion got you nice and loose," he said.
"Yeah, I've been fucked a bit," I said and chuckled.
Nathan started to rhythmically move in and out of my ass, slowly massaging my prostate with gentle thrusts.
"Your ass is always so-o-o nice," he purred.
This was a different Nathan than I'd experienced before. He was patient and gentle, not brash and aggressive. After fucking me from behind for a while, he flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs, and leaned forward to kiss me while he fucked me. We made out for a long time while he slowly thrust into me, then he reached his hand down and started to stroke my dick. With his cock rubbing against my prostate and his hand on my dick, it wasn't long before I tensed up and started to shoot. And as my ass squeezed tight around his cock, he shot his load deep into me.
Even after we both came, we stayed like that for a while, with his cock buried deep inside me and his tongue exploring my mouth. We finally broke off the kiss, and he looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"Thank you, Prof," he said.
"My pleasure," I responded.
"No," he said, "I don't mean for this. I mean for not giving up on me. I was, like, not in a good place this fall, and you coulda let me have it. I was, um, not treating people well. But you didn't. You helped me..." He paused, thinking of the right word. "You helped me change."
He smiled at me, pulled out, and rolled next to me on the bed.
"I got a good thing with Joe now. Thanks to you. And I'm good with the guys now thanks to you."
"I don't know about that," I started, but he cut me off.
"Nah, Prof Davis, I just want to say thank you. But sorry too. What I did to you wasn't right. You're a great guy, so I hope you forgive me."
I turned to face him and smiled.
"Of course I forgive you."
He gave me a quick kiss and then hopped out of bed.
"You can stay if you want," I said.
"Nah, man, that's for Damion. I should get back to my place."
He got dressed, while I stayed lying naked in the bed. As he walked out of the room, he shouted out to me, "Merry Christmas!!"
I lay there for a long time, thinking what a strange semester it had been and glad that it ended on a happy note. I sent Damion a quick text.
"Missing you," I wrote, and then I drifted off to sleep.
Two days later, I packed up my car and drove home to Ohio for the holiday. I hadn't been home much the past couple of years. I had come out to my parents during graduate school, and they hadn't taken it well. They hadn't disowned me or anything that extreme, but they didn't understand, and they didn't want to hear anything about my being gay, which meant that there was much about my life I couldn't share.
The drive home was almost eight hours, so it gave me lots of time to reflect on things. This was the first time since the summer that I'd had a chance to catch my breath and think, what with my new teaching responsibilities and my wild social life. It struck me that even if they had been comfortable with my sexuality, I wouldn't have shared with them the crazy things I'd done this semester. It was sinking in that as much fun as I'd had, I was kind of ashamed of my behavior. Hooking up with so many students? It was crazy! I was in my first year in this job, and here I was risking everything just to get my nut off!
As I was starting to go down a rabbit hole of regret, I got a text from Damion.
"hey sexy what u doing"
It made me smile, and I realized that even if things had been crazy, I didn't regret having Damion come into my life.
"Driving home," I texted him back.
"missing u," he wrote.
"You too," I responded.
Thinking about Damion pulled me out of the hole that I was starting to descend into, and then my mind swerved in an entirely different direction. I started thinking about all the wild times that I'd had this fall. I started to get hard, thinking about the amount of sex I'd had the past few months and how wild it had been. It may have been stupid, but damn was it fun! Within a few minutes, my rock hard cock was pressing uncomfortably against my jeans, so I opened my fly and pulled my cock out and started playing with it with one hand, as I held the steering will with my other. I knew that people in some of the other vehicles might be able to see me, but I didn't care. Thinking about my wild semester had me unbelievably horny. Plus, I was bored by the drive, and jerking off was as good a way to pass the time as any.
I edged myself for a good half an hour. At one point, while I was passing a semi-truck, the driver caught a glimpse of me and gave me a thumbs up. He sped up a little so that he stayed even with me and I raised up my hips so that he could get a better look. He was a rough looking guy, but very sexy, with muscular tattooed arms. He had dark hair and looked like he might be Hispanic, or maybe just Italian. After a few minutes of this, he made a gesture with his thumb that I understood to mean he wanted me to pull over. There was an exit coming up, so I slowed my speed and pulled behind him. He turned on his signal and pulled off, but then he slowed up and pulled onto the side of the exit ramp, where he stopped. I pulled up behind him.
My heart was pounding. This seemed like such a risky thing to do that I almost chickened out and drove on, but instead, I took a deep breath, tucked my cock back into my pants, pulled on my coat, and got out of my car. I walked along the passenger side of his truck, and when I got to the cab, I climbed up onto the running board and opened the door and climbed inside.
I was surprised to see that the truck driver was sitting in his seat completely naked. He had tossed his shirt off, and his pants were pushed down around his ankles. He was slowly stroking a very large and very hard cock. He had very muscular and heavily tattooed arms. His chest was hairy, and he had just a bit of a gut but otherwise was sexy as hell. When I got in, he looked over and smiled in a lustful way.
"Come suck on this," he said in a voice that was so deep and sexy that it could melt ice.
I scooted over and got down on my knees to take his cock in my mouth. He held the back of my head and pushed me down further onto it and growled as he started to move my head up and down. His cock was both thick and long. He was uncut, and there was a slight taste of smegma that turned my stomach a little. But the riskiness of the situation turned me on so much that I overlooked it. This sucking went on for a few minutes until he pulled my head off of his cock.
"Get naked," he commanded. As quickly as I could, I shucked off my coat, kicked off my shoes, and peeled off my shirt and jeans. Lastly, I pulled down my underpants, and my hard cock snapped to attention.
"I'm gonna fuck you," the trucker said. I wondered if we were going to climb up into the bunk that I assumed was above the seats, but he said, "Turn around."
I climbed onto the passenger seat on all fours, with my butt sticking up facing him. He stood up from his chair -- the cab was large enough that he could stand with only having to stoop a little. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, and then he pressed the dickhead against my hole. There was some resistance, but his head popped in. Without waiting, he rammed his dick the rest of the way in, making me shout with both surprise and a little pain and pull away a bit.
"Don't run away from me, bitch!" he shouted and pulled me hard back onto his thick cock. He held on tight to my hips and moved my body up and down on his cock. "That's it. Give me that pussy!"
He fucked me hard and without mercy. He pounded into me as deep as he could, with thrusts that were forceful and kept pushing him deeper into me.
"You like that big cock, faggot?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I mumbled.
"What?!" he shouted and pounded me extra hard.
"Yes! Sir!" I shouted.
"You got a nice soft pussy, faggot. Fits nice around my cock. You like having a real man inside you?"
"Yes! Sir!" I shouted again. This was not the kind of sex I usually got into, but I honestly had to admit that he was turning me on. He was so aggressive and manly, and he was totally taking charge of my ass. He fucked me so hard that I wanted to pull away, but he wouldn't let me, and the pain mixed with the pleasure as I completely gave into him.
I don't know how long he had been at it when all of a sudden he let out a guttural shout, thrust his whole body into me, and unloaded into my ass.
"Fucking take my load, faggot!" he shouted. He pounded me seven or eight times, then pulled out and sat back down on his bucket seat, a little juice dripping down his shaft. I paused for a second, but I understood that he was done with me, so I quickly grabbed my clothes and pulled them on. I slipped on my shoes and was pulling on my coat.
As I opened the door to leave, he said, "Wait! Come here."
With some trepidation, I went over to his chair, not sure what he wanted. "Clean me off," he said.
I knelt down again and licked the cum off of his cock. I licked up and down the shaft until it was clean.
As I got up, he looked into my eyes, and then unexpectedly he smiled.
"That was fun," he said, and he pulled my face to his for a quick kiss.
"Drive safe now, faggot," he said and slapped my ass, so I knew I was dismissed.
I walked back to my car, my legs unsteady and my ass feeling truly reamed. I couldn't believe that I had done something so risky. After just admonishing myself for how crazy my semester had been, there I was doing something crazy again.
I climbed into my car and realized that I had the same problem I'd started with, only worse now -- being all horned up with a cock that was rock hard. The truck pulled away to get back onto the highway, but I decided that I needed to shoot my load before I continued, so I unbuttoned my jeans again and started to stroke. With my other hand, I reached around and stuck a finger into my well-fucked hole and felt the wetness from the load I'd just taken. Thinking about how crazy hot the trucker's using me had been, it didn't take me more than two minutes before I was shooting a load all over my hand. I licked it off, took a deep breath to calm down, then got dressed and started back on my way to my home town.
"Okay," I said to myself. "No more craziness for at least a few days."