Pounding the Prof, Chapter 24
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Before the spring semester started, I set some ground rules. None of the guys that Damion and I had fooled around with were allowed to enroll in my classes. I had Damion and Nathan and Joe emphasize to all of the guys the importance of keeping our play confidential and not inviting anyone else to join us without first letting me know. While all of the play we'd had in the fall term had been fun -- actually hot as hell -- I realized that I'd been reckless and needed to be more careful if I wanted to keep my job. I had checked university policies, and while they merely discouraged fooling around with students, it was clear that sleeping with students in your own class was completely forbidden.
For the first few weeks of the term, Damion and I actually cut way back on our hookups with others, in part by design, in part just because of circumstances. Both Damion and I had demanding semesters, so we generally only saw one another on weekends. Damion told me to feel free to hook up with other guys if I wanted to, but I had too much work for me to go online and try to find hook ups. I was teaching two new preps and had a couple of academic papers that were coming to completion. In math, pretty much everything we publish is co-authored, and I had received drafts from co-authors for a couple of papers and had to spend a lot of time checking the figures and suggesting revisions.
To be honest, I was also not all that interested in random hook ups at the moment. I liked what I had with Damion, and it was frankly more fun to get with other guys when he was there and participating rather than on my own. Jovani, the guy who'd slept over on New Year's Eve, did hit me up a couple of times and dropped by to breed me, but that was about the only other action I saw. (Damion asked when he could meet Jovani so that they could tag team my ass.)
When Damion was over, we mostly just stuck to ourselves, going out for dinner or watching a movie and then exploring each other's bodies. We would often just hang out at my place during the day on Saturday and Sunday and work, me at my desk and him on the couch. We were almost like an old married couple, just carrying on with our lives, though at some point every night we fucked like bunnies and occasionally had others join us.
For spring break in March, Damion made plans to drive down to South Padre Island with a couple of the other soccer kids. Charlie was going with his new boyfriend -- of course, things didn't last with Patrick. ("He was just TOO BIG!" Charlie complained. "Want me to get Patrick's number for you?" Damion joked with me when he saw that I looked disappointed at the news). I didn't know the other guy who was driving down with them and going to share their room, but Damion told me that he was another gay soccer player. He urged me to join them for the week, but I assured him that hanging out with a group of freshmen in a hotel on a Texas beach was not in fact a good way to protect my job.
Since he and his friends were leaving right after classes on Friday, Damion came by my place on Thursday night, and we spent a couple of hours fooling around in bed. He fucked me for a while, then he asked if I would fuck him, which I hadn't done for a while, so we changed places. I'd been on my back, with him pounding into me while he kissed me. So he took my place and pulled up his legs, exposing his smooth ass and pink hole. I bent down and licked his hole, eliciting a moan, so I dove in with my tongue, trying to push as far inside as I could. After a while, Damion couldn't take it any more.
"Fuck me, Prof," he moaned.
So I obliged. I took my tongue out of his ass, lifted myself up, and pushed my cockhead against his sphincter. The rimming had relaxed him a little, so I was able to slip in an inch easily until I met resistance.
"Relax, baby," I said. He took a deep breath, and I felt him relax his muscles and open up so that I could slide further in. I leaned forward and kissed him and slowly started moving in and out. We kissed while I fucked him. I dicked him down slowly, softly getting him used to me, since he didn't bottom much, while he moaned into my mouth.
"How many boys you gonna fuck while you're on break?" I whispered in his ear.
"As many as I can," he said in a breathless voice. "But you're the only one I'll let fuck me."
I picked up my pace and started pumping his cock with my hand. After only a few minutes of that, his whole body tensed up, and he shot a load of cum that hit his face, then a shot that hit his chin, then a few more shots on his chest. As his ass muscled tightened up, it pushed me over the edge, so that my load exploded deep inside him.
With my cock still buried in his ass, I fell on top of him and kissed him deeply again, smearing his cum all over our bodies, and tasting the cum on his face. I licked the cum off of his chin and fed it to him.
"I love you so much, Damion," I said.
"And I love you, Adam," he replied.
My cock slid out of him, and we lay side-by-side on the bed and made out.
"Adam," Damion said, "If you want me to behave while I'm away, I can..."
"Fuck no!" I cut him off. "I want you to have fun! You're a freshman in college! You need to live!" I paused and gave him what I hoped was a wicked smile. "And I want you to send videos!"
Damion chuckled.
"You know I love what a stud you are," I said. "I don't care how many boys you fuck, as long as you keep fucking me when you get back."
"You know I couldn't give up on that ass," Damion laughed. "And I gotta say, fucking your hole when it's all sloppy turns me on, so I don't want you to stop neither."
"Yeah," I smiled. "Not sure I could anyway. I'm a bit of a slut, if you hadn't noticed."
"Just a bit," he teased me.
We made out for a while longer then fell asleep holding each other, without even getting up to wash off the cum that was drying on our bodies.
The next morning, Damion and I showered together. We kissed but didn't have sex. He headed back to his dorm to get his stuff together for his trip and go to the lab he had later in the morning. I had a leisurely morning at home, then went to the office for a couple of hours to take care of things before heading back to my house. Since it was the start of spring break, I decided to take the rest of the day off. I thought about going for a run but decided to take a nap instead, and when I woke up, I just curled up on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of a Netflix series on TV. It had been a hectic semester so far, and it was nice to just take an afternoon off.
I spent Saturday morning grading papers, then I went to the gym for a long workout. It was pretty quiet at the gym, with most of the kids gone for spring break. I brought my workout clothes to change there, mostly because I liked the idea of getting naked in the locker room and having a chance to see other guys naked. I pushed myself pretty hard on the weights and then road a stationary bike for forty-five until I was sweating heavily and out of breath.
In the locker room, I took my time undressing, trying to be a bit subtle as I checked out the couple of other guys who were changing. I put my sweaty gym clothes into the bag in my locker and wrapped the towel I'd brought around my waist. One guy came in, changed quickly, and left, leaving just me and another guy at the far end of the row from me. I glanced down at him and saw that he was staring unapologetically back at me. He gave me a sly smile and grabbed his crotch. I smiled back at him. He pulled his gym shorts down until his cock was exposed. He reached down and started stroking, never taking his eyes off me. I was standing, so I sat down and opened my towel so that my growing cock popped out.
We both sat staring at each other while we stroked. He was a small and lean Asian guy, with very little muscle, and very smooth skin. He had a full bush of wavy black pubic hair that looked sexy against his pale skin and nicely framed his cock. Even though he looked young, I was guessing that he was a graduate student. He stood up, slid his shorts down, and then pulled his T-shirt over his head, his hard cock bouncing around as he undressed. He sat back down and spread his legs wide and stroked himself, staring at me stroking myself with a look of hunger on his face. For a small guy, he had a pretty good sized cock.
We heard someone walking our way, so he quickly grabbed his towel from beside him on the bench and tossed it over his lap, and I pulled my towel closed as well. After the person walked by, the Asian guy indicated with his thumb that we should go somewhere else. He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of sight. I cinched my towel tighter around my own waist and followed him. He had paused at the entrance to the bathroom until he saw me, then headed in. It was the same bathroom where Nathan had fucked me a few months earlier. When I went in, I didn't see him, but I walked to the big handicapped stall at the end, assuming that he would be there.
I nudged the door open, and sure enough, he was standing there naked, stroking his hard cock. He was small but had a smooth, tight body that was really hot. I walked into the stall and locked the door. I took a step toward him and pulled him into a passionate kiss, while letting my towel fall to the ground. He reached to grab my cock, and I reached out and started stroking his. We kissed and stroked for a while, then I got down with my knees on the towel and took his cock into my mouth. He was uncut and was drooling pre-cum. His foreskin felt silky in my mouth as I started to move up and down on him, massaging his tool with my tongue. He groaned very quietly and put his hands on my head to pull me further on his cock.
"Let me fuck you," he whispered after a while, and I immediately got up and leaned forward against the back wall of the stall. The painted cinderblocks were cold on my hands as I pressed my ass outward for him to access. He situated himself behind me, spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed the head against my hole. I relaxed, and he slid in easily, bottoming out on his first push.
"Fuck yeah!" he whispered. He had a slight accent that told me he was probably a foreign student. He started to pump in and out of me, while I tightened my ass muscles to squeeze his cock.
"Shit! Damn!" he cried out.
We heard someone walk into the bathroom, and the guy fucking me froze. We could hear the person walk up to the urinal and start to piss, and I, being the horny bitch I am, started squeezing and grinding on my guy's cock. He did his best to stifle it but couldn't help letting out a moan of pleasure, but I don't think it was loud enough for the pisser to hear. The guy finished up at the urinal and walked out, and the Asian guy started pounding into me hard.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you? Trying to get us caught."
"Fuck yeah," I said. "Maybe he would join us."
"Such a fucking cum dump, aren't you?" he taunted.
"I am," I said.
"I should get all my friends to breed you," he said.
Almost getting caught seemed to have really turned him on, because he was fucking me hard now and not even bothering to whisper.
"You want my load?" he asked.
"Fill me up! Breed my ass!" I cried.
He grunted and squeezed me to him while he unloaded deep inside me.
"Damn!" he said as he pulled out of me.
I turned around and gave him my most mischievous smile.
"Hope I see you around here again," I said. I wrapped my towel around my waist, unlocked, and exited the stall.
I headed to the showers, and turned one on, letting the water warm up before I stepped into the spray. This was not one of those open showers like they have in high school but instead a row of shower stalls with curtains. I could hear two other showers running. Just as I was about to step into my stall, the guy who'd fucked me walked in. He looked at me and gave me a big smile before turning on the water in a stall across from mine.
I stepped into my shower stall and left the curtain open so that I could see my fuck buddy. He climbed into his shower and watched me as I started stroking. I hadn't cum, so I'd stayed hard. I soaped up my body and rinsed it off, with my hard cock standing straight out. Then I soaped up my crotch and started working my cock over. Even though the guy had just cum in my ass, he got hard again watching me, and pretty soon we were watching each other stroking again. It didn't take long before I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. Rather than shooting the cum against the wall, I put my hand out and shot into my palm, facing so that the guy could clearly see me doing it. Then, staring him in the eyes, I licked the cum off my hand. That was enough to push him over the edge. He shot his load against the wall of the shower, then smiled at me a little shyly.
"Hot!" he mouthed at me.
I finished my shower and headed back to my locker to get dressed. When I was almost fully clothed, he came to his locker and smiled at me as he dried off.
I gathered my stuff and walked by him on my way out.
"Hey," he said. "Share your number? Maybe we can have some more fun?"
I took my phone out of my jacket, and he took his phone out of his locker. I told him my number, and he texted me back with his.
"Chung," he said, and I told him my name.
"You into groups?" I asked. "Cause I got a boyfriend who might want to play too."
"Sure!" he said. "Sounds hot! Maybe I could bring some friends too."
"Later," I said and headed home.
My gym work out followed by a hot public fuck session left me feeling energized. When I got home, I grabbed my laptop and started working on a particularly hard problem set that I'd been avoiding. I ended up working until late that night, only taking a break to get a quick snack supper. I went to bed feeling satisfied, having made good progress on the paper I'd been planning to finish over break.
I got up on Sunday, made a pot of coffee, and got right back to work. By the late afternoon, I had a draft that was good enough to send off to my co-authors. I was just pouring myself a drink of Scotch to celebrate when my phone buzzed with a message from Damion. He'd sent a video. I clicked on it, and it was a video from his perspective showing his cock going in and out of some twink's ass. The kid looked like he had blond hair and a tan line, but I couldn't tell much beyond that. I got immediately hard looking at it.
"Hot!" I texted back. "Who's that?"
"dunno" he responded. "somebody i picked up last night."
"you told me to send video," he wrote.
"It's hot. Got me hard!" I wrote.
"show me" he replied.
I pulled down the sweats I'd been freeballing in all day until my cock popped out. I pulled on it a few times until it was good and hard then went to the bathroom and took a picture in the mirror. I didn't like the first one so took another and sent it to him.
"thas my boy!!!" he wrote back. "now show me your ass"
I lowered my sweats in the back so that my ass stuck out then tried to take a picture looking over my shoulder. It took me a couple of tries before I got a shot that I liked and sent that to him.
"FUCK" he wrote back. "wish i was inside that right now."
We texted back and forth a bit. He told me they'd been at the beach most of the day both days and went to a house party last night, where he'd gotten a little drunk. I told him about my encounter at the gym, which he said made him hard.
After we finished texting, I looked at Damion's video again. It made me hard and horny, so I went on Grindr to see if anyone was looking. It was a Sunday night and spring break, so there weren't that many people online. I hadn't been on Grindr since New Years, and I had a bunch of messages that I'd never answered. I responded to a few messages, then said "hey" to a few guys who looked sexy. I looked for guys who were closer to my age, hoping I could change my pattern of hook ups since moving to town and avoid undergrads.
A couple of guys messaged back. I chatted a bit and then shared pictures with a guy who looked to be in pretty good shape, a couple of years older than me.
"Horny AF," he wrote. "Need to pump a load in someone's ass. You want?"
He was less than a mile away from me and invited me over to his place. I decided it would be fun.
"Sure!" I responded. I jumped in the shower to clean up, dressed, hopped in my car, and five minutes later, I was walking up to the door of a small bungalow, not too far from campus. The street that the house was on looked relatively modest, with fairly small houses, but they were in good enough shape, with the type of well-painted trim and careful landscaping, that suggested that students did not live here. I didn't know much about architecture, but I recognized the house as Arts and Crafts style, with a low roof, broad porch, and wide eaves.
I rang the bell, and the door was opened by the guy I'd chatted with. He was wearing loose sweats and a tight-fitting T-shirt that highlighted his nice build. He had thick black hair, cut short on the sides but falling in curls from the top. His face was even more handsome in person than in the picture he'd sent. He had dark eyes and high cheekbones and thick lips. I guessed that he must be Mediterranean -- Italian or Greek or Spanish.
He looked me up and down and seemed to like what he saw. "Come in," he said and stepped to the side.
I walked in and looked around. The living room was neat, with nice exposed wood beams. The guy walked up right behind me and put his hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks.
"Nice," he said. "Shall we go to the bedroom?" His voice was deep and slightly accented. Italian, I decided.
I followed him down a hallway to the back of the house. We entered the bedroom, and he pulled me to him. I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away. "Oh great," I thought, "a top who doesn't kiss." He hugged me a little, and ran his hands over my body. When he reached my waist, his hands reached into the waistband of my pants, and he slid them down to grab my ass in his bare hands. His hands squeezed and worked my ass, and a finger found my hole.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
I slid my pants off then got down on my knees, pulled his sweats down below his butt, and took his cock in my mouth. I used my tongue to tease his cock as I moved my mouth up and down. The guy pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair. He was well built, with a patch of curly dark hair between his nipples. He leaned over and started playing with my hole while I sucked him, something that always got me hard. After a couple of minutes, I stopped sucking him and stood up. I pulled off my T-shirt and took off my pants, while he stepped out of his sweats.
"How do you want me?" I asked.
He had a medium-sized cock, maybe 6 inches, with a sharp upward curve. He was European, so uncut of course.
"Lay on your back," he told me. I climbed on the bed, lay down, and pulled my knees to my chest.
"Scoot this way," he said, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked up his hard cock, then he pushed against my hole and slid inside. He started slowly then quickly picked up his pace. He grunted a little, but he was otherwise not very verbal. He leaned forward as he fucked, and that pushed his cock right against my prostate in a way that made me feel it intensely.
"That's... shit... hitting my... ah! ... button," I could barely get the words out.
"You like?" he asked.
I just shook my head yes. He lifted up his body but kept his cock bent up into me so that it was still rubbing my prostate. He started to stroke me with his hand. At least he was willing to reciprocate, I thought. In a minute, I couldn't hold back what turned out to be an amazing, almost painful, orgasm. A few moments later, he unloaded deep inside me with a grunt.
He pulled out immediately and grabbed a cloth from beside his bed to wipe his cock.
"You need to clean up?" he asked. He pulled his sweats and T-shirt back on.
It was clear that he was done and I was being dismissed.
"No," I said. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed quickly.
"Thanks," I said as I left his bedroom.
"Sure," he said. He didn't even walk me to the front door. I left and hopped back in my car for the short drive home, feeling disappointed. Even though the sex had felt good, I was put off by his lack of affection and the quick ending. I had wanted to chat a bit. He was about my age, and I was guessing that he was a professor. I kind of wondered what his story might be. Where was he from? What did he teach?
But he was clearly not interest in anything other than getting off. Ordinarily, I didn't mind anonymous scenes or a quick fuck and go, but I also really enjoyed connecting with someone after a good fuck. When I had guys over to fuck me at my place, I was fine if they wanted to stay a bit and chat after the deed was done. I really loved laying around with Damion chatting after we fucked -- or maybe I should say between rounds, because we'd usually fuck two or three times in a row, spending time resting and talking in between.
I got home and realized that I hadn't had dinner yet, but I didn't feel inspired to cook anything. I ordered Chinese food to be delivered and ate in front of the TV. I ended up going to bed early.
The rest of spring break was quiet. Damion sent me a couple of more videos of him fucking different people. I suppose that some people might be jealous knowing their boyfriend was off fucking other guys, but honestly, I found it really hot. I watched the videos and jerked off, Beyond that, I focused on work -- grading, class prep, and some more writing. I didn't hook up any more that week, contenting myself with living vicariously through Damion on his spring break adventures.
On Friday night, I met up with a couple of colleagues for dinner and drinks. With all of my focus on Damion and his friends since arriving on campus, I hadn't really done much to build a community of friends in my new home -- at least not friends my own age. My social life had been mostly focused on sex and hanging out with my 19-year-old boyfriend. Anna was in her second year in my department. She was originally from Columbia and was a statistician who had gotten her degree from Yale. She was uncharacteristically attractive for a math scholar, generally well dressed, with thick black hair that was nicely styled. The other colleague was Jim, a friendly but awkward guy who had been at the university for three years. He was heavy set and poorly dressed, more typical for a professor in our discipline. But he seemed like a nice guy.
We met up at a restaurant at the far end of town from campus. Jim was the one who'd suggested we get together. Our department was made up mostly of older, tenured professors. We were among the only untenured folk and were the only three junior faculty who were unmarried. He had said that we needed to have each other's backs, and Anna and I agreed.
The restaurant, Leslie's Tavern, was a popular local gathering place, with mostly American bar food -- burgers, club sandwiches, chicken wings -- but some interesting Asian fusion items on the menu as well. The bar side of the place had lots of TVs but the restaurant side was pretty quiet and calm. We sat at a table there and ordered a round of cocktails.
"You're about to finish your first year. You've earned a few cocktails!" Jim said.
Jim ordered a martini. Anna got a fruity cocktail off of the bar menu called a Spring Breeze. It came out bright pink, and I had no idea what was in it. I ordered a gin and tonic.
When our drinks came, Jim raised his glass. "To surviving another year!" We clinked our glasses together in a toast.
"There's still six weeks left," I said. "No guarantee yet that we'll survive."
The conversation started with work -- what we thought about the hire we'd made this year who would start in the fall, a little bit of department gossip, complaining about one of our older colleagues who seemed completely oblivious to how rude he was. When the food came (I ordered a miso ramen soup with chicken and cilantro), our conversation shifted to more personal topics.
"So, are either of you dating?" Jim asked.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Men find a woman mathematician intimidating," she said. "Guys will talk to me, and then, when they hear about my career, they find ways to quickly leave the conversation."
"Seriously?" I said.
"Seriously," she insisted.
"And you?" Jim turned to me. "Meet any nice girls in town?"
I blushed a little, but Anna rolled her eyes.
"You're really not very observant, Jim," Anna said.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you want to tell him or should I?" she asked me.
"Um, I'm gay, Jim. Not dating any nice girls," I told him.
"Oh," he said. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know. You don't..."
"How did YOU know?" I asked Anna.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Woman's intuition," she laughed. "You never leer at me like straight guys do."
"So... meet any nice guys, then?" Jim asked.
I blushed a little. "I don't know about nice, but... I've met a few folks..."
I was a little sad that I couldn't talk about what was actually happening in my love life. What would I say? I'm dating one of my students and getting fucked by all of his friends? I'm into university athletics because have of the university athletes have been into me? That would not go over well. Instead, I just added, "I've had some fun."
"Good for you!" Anna said. If only she knew!
Jim told us a long story about his girlfriend in graduate school. She'd been a graduate student as well, and when they got jobs in different parts of the country, they tried a long-distance relationship for a year, but it didn't work out.
"So now, here I am, out drinking with my single colleagues!" he joked.
We ordered another round of drinks, and the conversation shifted to our families and upbringings. Anna told about growing up in Columbia during a time of civil war. She talked about the fear that people experienced, even though she never saw any violence herself. Jim talked about life on a farm in Upstate New York. Anna wondered what it was like growing up gay in small-town Ohio, so I tried to explain feeling like an outsider even though I didn't even know yet that I was gay when I lived there.
It was a nice conversation, and I was glad to get to know these colleagues better. We paid our bill and headed out. As I was walking to the front door, I noticed at one of the tables the Italian guy I'd fooled around with earlier in the week. He was sitting with a woman on what was clearly a date. As I walked by, he caught my eye and then quickly looked away and reached across the table to take the woman's hand. I just rolled my eyes and thought, "What a jackass!" I know there are gay guys who get off on seducing straight men, but I found closet cases annoying.
Anna, Jim, and I said our goodbyes at the door, and I headed home and went straight to bed. Damion was coming home the next day, and as I drifted off to sleep, I imagined how much fun our reunion would be.