Pounding the Prof, Part 8
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I read the text from Nathan again.
"You home? I'm coming over."
I felt a jolt in my stomach. I was enjoying the evening with Damion so much that what I really wanted was to just hang out with him, maybe have him sleep over again. But Nathan frightened me a little, and I didn't think I could say no to him.
I went back into the bedroom.
"Hey Damion," I said, trying to rouse him. "Nathan texted. He said he wants to come over."
Damion was immediately awake and sat up.
"Should I tell him he can't come over because you're here?"
"No! Shit!" he said. "He can't know I'm here."
He grabbed his briefs and pulled them on, then struggled into his tight-fitting jeans and buttoned them up.
"He'd be mad. I didn't tell him I was coming."
"You have to tell him?" I asked, a little puzzled.
"He likes to be in charge."
He sat on the bed and pulled on his socks and big basketball shoes, then stood up. He looked amazingly sexy in his skinny jeans with no shirt, showing off his smooth muscled body.
"Where's my shirt?" he asked.
"Out there," I said, indicating the living room.
"Oh yeah."
I followed him out and watched as he pulled on his tank top then his hoodie. He turned to me with a serious expression on his face.
"Watch out for Nathan," he said. "He's not bad, but," he paused. "Don't piss him off."
He gave me a quick kiss.
"Can I come back tomorrow?"
"Of course," I said.
"Can I spend the night?"
"If you want."
He smiled big, kissed me once more, pulled his hood up, then rushed out the door.
After Damion left, I picked up my phone and texted Nathan back.
"I'm here," I wrote. I didn't honestly want him to come over. Damion's reaction had intensified my own sense that Nathan was a little scary. He was hot as hell, and the sex was great, but I preferred Damion's earnestness and tenderness.
But I also realized that at least for the moment, I couldn't say no to Nathan.
"Be there in a few," he texted.
I pulled my T-shirt back on and went to the bedroom to get my shorts and boxer briefs. I went back to the kitchen counter and finished my meal, then put the dishes in the dishwasher. I saw that it was now about 9:30. Damion had come over around 6, so we had spent at least a couple of hours fooling around. I'd had a lot of fun, and the time had passed quickly.
I went and brushed my teeth so that my mouth wouldn't taste of dinner. But then I decided that I needed a drink, so I put some ice in a glass, pulled a bottle of Scotch from a high shelf, and filled the glass about half full. The first swallow tasted strange, mixed with the minty toothpaste, and it burnt a little going down. But the second swallow was just warm, and I could taste the Scotch, smokey and rich. It felt warm in my stomach, and it seemed like I could feel it mixing with Damion's warm cum in my stomach from the load I'd swallowed in the shower.
There was a knock on the door, and I went to open it. Nathan was there, along with two others.
"I brought some friends," he said and stepped into the apartment, followed by two young guys. One was a small, very muscular, dark-skinned kid dressed in basketball shorts, a tight T-shirt, and black socks with slides. The other was a white guy with black hair and slightly tan skin, probably Mediterranean, or possibly Latino. He was dressed in blue Adidas running pants and a muscle shirt. I shut the door behind them, shocked for a moment that Nathan had brought people over without checking with me. I didn't recognize either of them, so I was at least relieved that they were not from my class.
"This is Djebo," he said, indicating the short, dark one.
"Yo," he said.
"And this is Paulo." He gestured with his thumb at the other kid, who just nodded.
I guessed that they were soccer players as well. They had the compact builds, though the one named Djebo looked to me more like a wrestler. His hair was in short twists, and I guessed that he was not from the US.
Nathan walked past me, and I could smell a mix of pot and alcohol on him.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, and the other two followed him. I stood in the living room for a moment before I walked after them. I was usually up for group sex -- I loved it, in fact -- but I was not up for this. Honestly, I was pissed off that Nathan had brought other guys over without even warning me, and especially guys who looked like students. I did not want the whole school to know that I was sleeping with students. Nathan was going to get me into trouble.
When I got to the bedroom, there was a moment of awkward silence as we all stood around. The two new recruits looked uncomfortable, shifting their weight from one foot to the other.
"Strip," Nathan said to me. I thought about refusing. I thought about throwing them out. But then I remembered what he'd said in my office the day before and Damion's warning to not piss him off, so I did as I was told. I pulled my shirt over my head, and then stepped out of my shorts.
"All the way," he said, so I took off my boxer briefs.
"My boys have never fucked an ass before," he said. "So I'm gonna use your ass to teach them. Okay?"
I stood there naked before them. I was too angry to get hard, but then I looked at the two young guys. I guessed that they were freshmen, or maybe sophomores. They both looked a little out of it, maybe a little drunk and definitely a little high. Their eyes were bloodshot, but they still looked really nervous.
"Get on all fours, prof."
I climbed onto the bed and assumed the position, ready to take it doggy style.
"Paulo, you go first." I looked back over my shoulder and saw Paulo hesitate a little. "Take out your cock," Nathan instructed. Paulo pulled his sweats and briefs below his balls, and I saw that he was not really hard. He had a thick bush of curly dark hair just above his cock.
"Let him suck you and get you hard," Nathan said.
Paulo moved around to the side of the bed so that I could suck his cock. He still looked nervous, but he leaned his hips in, and I took his limp uncut cock and put it up to my mouth. I took him inside and ran my tongue inside the foreskin and around the head and then curled my tongue around his whole dick. He immediately started to chub up, and in less then two minutes, his dick was completely hard. He had a pretty thick cock, with a lot of foreskin that slid up and down as I moved my mouth. He reached and put his hand on my head and started pumping in and out of my mouth. He seemed like he was already starting to get close.
"Hold on there soldier," Nathan said. "Don't shoot yet."
Paulo stopped and looked at Nathan for instructions.
"Come on around behind," Nathan said.
I raised myself up on all fours again, and Nathan slapped my ass once. He grabbed the lube that was still sitting on the beside table, poured a little on his finger, then rubbed it around my asshole.
"An asshole is tighter than a pussy," he explained. He kept rubbing the lube around my ass, and then he slipped his finger inside. "So you have to go a little slow to loosen it up."
He pulled his finger out, and I looked around as Nathan took the lube and slathered it on Paulo's cock. Paulo stepped forward, and his cockhead pressed against my hole.
"Go ahead, push in," Nathan said.
He pushed, and his head popped inside. It helped that I'd been fucked just an hour before. Paulo pushed, and the rest of his cock slipped easily inside. He moaned, which was the first sound I'd heard him make.
"Is tight," he said, in an accent that I guessed was Spanish. He started pumping in and out, slowly a few times, then faster and faster. After only a couple of minutes, he groaned and fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock flexing inside me as he shot his load.
"Good boy," Nathan said.
"Oh, so nice," Paulo said as he pulled out.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Djebo was already out of his basketball shorts and T-shirt, standing naked with his hard dick pointing out, curving up a little. It was huge -- thick and long, definitely over nine inches, looking even bigger because of his short stature. His body was also something to behold -- hard, very muscular, tight. He stepped up and grabbed the lube from Nathan. He'd clearly been jerking off watching me get fucked, and unlike Paulo, he was ready.
"Give me that pussy," he said to me in an accent that I didn't recognize but guessed was from somewhere in Africa.
He immediately pushed his dick against my hole and, despite his thickness, he easily slid in over an inch. His was definitely thicker than either of the dicks I'd had that night, so my ass gave some resistance as he tried to push in further, but he kept pushing, and little by little I opened up. Rather than pulling out and pushing back in as most guys would do, he just kept pushing. As I opened more, he would pause for me to get used to it then push a little further, so that little by little he forced his way in.
"You sure you haven't fucked an ass before, Djebo?" Nathan asked. "You seem to know what you're doing."
"My dick is too big for most girls too," he said. His accent was definitely African, though I couldn't guess from what country, and it was very cute. I realized that despite my objections, I had gotten hard, I wasn't even sure when. As Djebo finally started to move in and out of me, his huge cock rubbed against my prostate and began to really turn me on. Against my will, I started to moan with each thrust.
"That's it Djebo, make him feel it," Nathan said. Paulo had pulled his sweatpants back up and sat down at the foot of the bed to watch the action. Djebo moved in and out steadily until I realized that he had gotten himself all the way inside. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him a little harder so that there was a smacking sound when our bodies met and his balls bounced against my ass. It hurt just a little each time his full length hit me, but I adjusted to him, and the hurt faded away quickly. He didn't cum immediately like Paulo but instead kept at it, slapping his cock deep inside me again and again, and I felt myself giving totally into the feeling of his cock pounding into me and pressing my button over and over. I glanced over and noticed that Nathan was filming the scene. Even though my brain registered it, I was in too much ecstasy to care at the moment. Djebo picked up the pace slightly and then shouted, "Take my fucking load!" He slapped himself against me once, twice, three times, four. Then he sighed and pulled out.
"Nice," Nathan said. Djebo gave him a nod and a smile and stepped back, his cock still dripping cum. I felt cum running out of my ass and dripping off my balls. Nathan handed his phone to Djebo and stepped up to me. He used his finger to scoop up some of the cum and push it back inside my ass.
"I love a sloppy hole," he said. He stepped out of his shorts and lifted his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
"I don't think I need any lube," he said. "You nice and wet, prof."
He rubbed his cock around in the cum until it was covered, and then he grabbed my hips and in a single move pushed himself fully inside me. Despite having been fucked so much, the quick entry made me wince. "Oh yes!" he said. "That's how I like it. Nice and wet and loose."
He immediately started to pound hard into me, pulling me against him with a slap, slap, slap. "Watch and learn, boys," he said to them. Then, "Flip over," he said to me.
I complied and rolled onto my back and lifted my knees up to my chest. I looked Nathan straight in the eyes with what I hoped was a cold stare as he stuck his dick back in my ass. He looked hard at me for a minute as he started to piston in and out again, but then he smiled and got a twinkle in his eye.
"Don't be mad, prof. I thought you might like these boys." He moved in and out, a bit gentler now than before. "They sexy, ain't they?" He pumped in and out. "And my boy Djebo got a huge tool, don't he?" He reached and grabbed my hard cock and started to stroke it. "And you seemed to like it. I knew it would turn you on. I can tell you're a big bottom slut."
He leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips, then whispered in my ear. "MY big bottom slut."
He kept stroking my cock, which was wet with precum and probably some of the cum that had squirted out of my ass and onto my balls. I tried to resist a little, but soon I just gave into the amazing feeling, as his cock massaged my prostate and his hand massaged my cock. Before I knew it, I couldn't hold back and shot a huge load. The first shot went over my shoulder and hit my bed, the second one landed on my chin, then two more squirted onto my chest, before my cock jerked a couple of more times and dribbled onto my bush.
"That's it!" Nathan said and leaned up and surprised me by licking the cum off my chin, then licking the cum off my chest. He looked me in the eye and swallowed, meaningfully.
"You taste good," he said, then he leaned up and gave me a kiss.
He sped up, and a moment later, he unloaded in my ass. I looked over and saw that Djebo had been trying to film with one hand while jerking off with the other. He tossed the phone on the bed as he shot another load, most of it landing on my floor. Paulo just watched it all, while playing with his dick through his sweats.
"I love that ass, prof," he said. Still buried deep inside me, he leaned onto me and kissed me deeply. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and the kiss seemed sincere and affectionate. He broke off, pulled out of my ass, and stood up.
"Come on, boys, let's go," he said. Djebo was already pulling his clothes on, and Paulo, who was already dressed, stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Nathan pulled his clothes back on without cleaning up, even though some of my cum was rubbed on his body and his dick had to be messy.
"Paulo, come back and say thank you to the nice man for letting you use his ass."
Paulo stuck his head back in. "Thank you," he said.
"Thanks man," Djebo said, and walked out of the room.
"Thanks for helping out my friends, prof. I'll see you in class on Monday."
He smiled, gave me a quick kiss, and walked out. I heard the three of them walk across my living room and then the sound of the door closing behind. After they left, I just lay there for awhile, naked on my bed, stunned, trying in vain to figure out what had just happened.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. It seemed that Nathan had wanted to humiliate me and to show his power over me. The way he had brought those guys over without checking with me or even letting me know. The way he had just used me, like a tool, for them to play with. And they clearly hadn't really wanted it. They seemed uncomfortable, though they eventually got into it. What was Nathan playing at?
But then the way he kissed me, like he meant it. And he made a show of swallowing my cum. I was confused by his shows of tenderness. It was like he wanted to break me down but not fully break me. It was almost like he had two people inside of him, fighting to get out, one of them kind, the other cruel. I couldn't make sense of it.
All at once, the realization that Nathan had filmed the sex hit me like a hammer. Shit, I thought. That could get me into all kinds of trouble. What was he going to do with the film? Was he going to post it somewhere? Was he going to use it to blackmail me?
I got up and found my drink in the kitchen and swallowed it down in one gulp. It burned as it went down. I felt sticky and disgusting, with my own cum on my front and cum from four other guys inside me and on my ass and balls. I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. I lathered up twice, trying to get all of the cum off, and then I just stood there for a long time in the hot spray, trying to calm down.
After I dried off, I decided that it was time for bed. As I was walking to my bed, I stepped in something sticky and realized that it was Djebo's cum. Annoyed, I hopped to the bathroom and wiped my foot with a towel, then went and wiped the cum off the floor. I saw a little cum on my bedspread, maybe from where I'd shot, so I wiped that as well. Then I tossed the towel into my hamper and climbed in bed.
As I lay there not yet falling asleep, my anger began to fade for some reason. My mind settled instead on the fact that I had just gotten fucked by three hot guys. Four, actually, counting Damion just before. I started to replay in my mind what had happened. Not the way that Nathan had ordered everyone around, but the pleasure of the physical acts, the three guys who had each taken a turn fucking me and pumping their loads inside me as the others watched. Each dick had been different, and each boy had had a different technique for fucking me. Pretty soon I was rock hard thinking about it and needed to jerk off again. I replayed all of the sex I'd had that night, first getting fucked by Damion and sucking him off, then giving my ass to Paolo, and Djebo, and Nathan until I was full and dripping with cum. As I reached my climax, my mind zoomed in on Nathan kissing me and licking up my cum and smiling at me. My conscious mind wanted to be angry at him, but my unconscious brain was still turned on by him. I drifted off to sleep thinking how, even though I didn't like the set up, he'd been right that I would enjoy the sex.