Professor and Brett

By moc.loa@6297esruN

Published on May 12, 2008

Gay

All standard disclaimers apply. If you live in an area where you shouldn't read this material, or are underage, or homosexual acts offend you, then please stop now. Otherwise, please enjoy.

This is my first attempt at writing on nifty. Comments back are welcome, but please, be nice. All flames will be ignored. Also, this story is a romance. Although sex will be an important part, it will take some time for the story to reach that point.

Also, I appreciate all of the emails. Thanks guys.

Professor and Brett Chap.2

Greg:

The whole way driving to the college, his mind was on the events that'd just transpired. "Fuck, did I really just give that guy my number? I can't believe it. Why would he ask for it anyways. I mean, damn, he is one hot lil stud, and me, well, why would he even wanna talk with me?"

With his mind preoccupied, Greg almost drove past the lot he was supposed o park his car in. "Dammit," he thought. "Boy, you're gonna have to get your act together today." Looking at his watch as he got out of the car, he swore softly out loud, realizing that he was ten minutes past the start of first period.

"Ok class, Yeah I'm here, no you're not getting a free period to just goof off," he said, entering the classroom. Shifting into lecture mode, he began earnestly talking to the students. He ruthlessly kept his mind focused on the task at hand, while in the back of his head, what he really wanted to do was just go sit in a corner and daydream about the young stud he'd run into at the coffee shop.

Brett:

Getting into his car at starbucks, Brett thought about what'd happened to him on his way home from work. "Man, that guy is fucking hot." he thought. His mind drifted back to the way Greg's muscular butt filled out his khaki cargo pants. "And he says he's gay also. I can't believe it. Why would he even wanna talk to someone like me. And did he really write his number for me to call? Was he serious? Dammit. Surely I'm not gonna be lucky enough to have a stud like this in my life."

Pulling into his driveway, Brett got his backpack and headed upstairs to his 2nd floor apartment. He stopped just inside the front door, kicking off his tennis shoes. "Man, I'm so tired." he thought, heading into the living room to flip the A/C switch to the on position.

Looking down at his scrubs, he groaned. "Fuck, these scrubs are filthy." Sighing slightly, he decided to take a shower before heading to bed to sleep. Stepping into his bathroom, he pulled his scrub top off over his head, looking at his chest in the mirror. Light red hair dusted his pecs, leading down to the treasure trail that tapered off towards in pubic area. His abs were lightly defined with just a trace of a six pack chiseled out. He stepped out of his pants and boxers in one smooth move, walking into his shower. Standing there with the water streaming down his chest, he let his mind drift once more to the hot guy he'd met that morning. His seven inch cock slowly started coming to life, getting hard as he stood there. "Damn," he thought, "that professor in one hot boy." he slowly reached down, taking his dick in hand. He started rubbing his hand up and down the shaft, jerking it while thinking about Greg's hot body. In a matter of seconds, his dick head swelled up. "Oh fuck," he said out loud, as his jizz started splashing against the wall.

Brett quickly finished his shower, stepping out and drying off with a towel hanging on the wall besides his shower. He stepped out of the bathroom and walked nude down the hallway towards the kitchen to get some water before lying down to sleep. "9:00 AM" he said, looking towards the clock. "Dude, you've got to get some sleep."

Still nude, he went into his bedroom and crawled into bed between the sheets. He wished, not for the first time that he had someone to cuddle up to in his bed. Someone to hold him in their arms while he slept. Someone who cared about Brett and his life. But he was alone, and he knew it. Rolling on his side, he grabbed a pillow and fell quickly into a deep dreamless sleep.

Greg:

"Earth to Greg, earth to Greg." said a voice, cutting into Greg's thoughts. Greg looked up from his lunch tray to see Jerrod, a co-worker who also happened to be his best friend in the world staring down at him.

"Oh hey Jerrod." said Greg. "What's going on, man?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," replied Jerrod. "You've had this sappy grin on your face every time I've seen you today. I mean, I know it's your birthday and all, but what gives, pal?"

"Oh nothing." said Greg, trying to act nonchalant.

"Right," said Jerrod. "You know, Greg. I may be straight, but I'm not dumb. Come on man, I'm your best friend. And when I say something's up, then something's up."

"No really," said Greg, trying to bluff his way out. "I don't know what you're talking about man."

"Ummhmm. I see, you don't wanna talk about it." replied Jerrod. "Wait a minute. Did you, oh my god, you've met someone haven't you?" said Jarrod. "It makes sense. That sappy grin. Quick tell me now." Jerrod was staring at his friend with a piercing knowing look in his eyes.

"Umm, I really don't wanna talk about it right now," mumbled Greg, looking anxiously around the cafeteria where any number of students or professors could be eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Ok, ok," said Jerrod. "Hey I know. Come to dinner this Friday night. I know it's only Tuesday now, but we'll catch up then. Amy told me to tell ya yesterday, but I forgot till just now. Austin will be at the babysitters, and we'll have time to talk about this person you've met."

"Ok man, I'll do it." said Greg.

"Sweet." said Jerrod. "Oh and by the way," he leaned over to whisper in Greg's ear "Whoever this guy is you've met, he's one lucky son of a bitch if he catches you." With these words, Jerrod turned and sauntered away, walking past a group of giggling college girls who were all watching his cute ass pass them by.

"Sitting at the table alone, Greg thought about what Jerrod had just said. "Nah," he thought again, with doubts rising in his mind. "He won't call me anyways. That coffee was a one time thing. I bet he has guys left and right hitting on him."

"K, Greg, get your act together." he thought. Getting up from the table, he threw the remainder of his lunch away, and went back to the classroom to grade the latest quizzes he'd given his students.

Brett:

BEEP BEEP BEEP. Brett rolled over in the bed, smashing the snooze button on his alarm clock. "Oh damn," he muttered, "4:00 PM already?" He laid there, struggling to wake up from the deep sleep he'd been in. "What do I want to do this evening" he thought to himself. Suddenly he remembered the events that'd happened that morning to him. "Hmmm, wonder if Greg would meet me for dinner if I asked him too." he wondered. "Nah, I bet he'd turn me down flat."

Brett laid there letting his insecurities get the better of him for a minute. "Oh man, I'm gonna call him anyways," he thought. "even if he turns me down, I want to say I tried. That is one hot stud." Rolling over to the side of the bed, he grabbed his cell phone from the charger. Looking down at the number still written on his hand, he started dialing, with his heart pounding. "Please pick up." he thought.

Greg:

Greg leaned back in his chair. "4:00 PM" he thought. "Wow, I'm ready to go home." He leaned down to pick up his briefcase and started searching his pockets for his car keys. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone start ringing. He stopped, freezing for a second, wondering who was calling. Nobody ever called him at this time of day. "Could it be? Nah, probably a telemarketer." he thought. " Oh what the hell, I'm gonna answer anyways."

"Hello." He said into the phone.

"Hey Greg, It's Brett." said Brett into the phone. He loved the way Greg said hello. His voice sounded sexy as hell, even over the telephone.

"Hey Brett, how's it going man?" asked Greg.

"It's good man. Just woke up and was thinking about you." said Brett softly into the phone.

"Really," said Greg. He thought it sounded like Brett had just gotten out of bed. His morning voice on the phone was sending shivers down Greg's spine, and making him wonder what Brett looked like laying there in bed naked. The thought started making his member get hard.

"Yeah," said Brett. "I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight. I know it's kinda late to be calling ya, man. But I was hoping you'd let me take you out on a date." Brett's heart was in his throat. He just knew Greg was going to turn him down, and he knew it was going to hurt like hell when he did.

"I'd like that." replied Greg, softly. So softly that Brett almost missed hearing it.

"Really? Awesome." said Brett.

Greg laughed slowly. He loved the way Brett's voice sounded. It sounded like a little kid in a candy factory. "Could he really be this excited over going out with me?" He wondered to himself.

"Yeah really." replied Greg. "So what time you pickin me up, boi?"

"Ummm, does seven work for you?" asked Brett.

"Yup." replied Greg. "You want me to meet ya somewhere?"

"No." said Brett. "I'll pick you up. Where do you live at?"

Greg gave Brett directions to his apartment, and then hung up the phone. "Oh my God, He just asked me on a date. I can't believe this. Is this really happening?" thoughts were spinning thru Greg's mind like crazy.

He left campus and headed home. He hadn't asked where they were going, but he wanted some time to get ready. The whole way to his house, he had that same sappy little grin on his face. But damn, if he didn't just want to have that boy in his life. All in all, his birthday was looking a lot better than it had that morning.

Ok, guys. That's it for part two. Let me know what you think. I know, I know. Thangs are moving slowly. But I wanted to write this like a true romance novel. And yeah. There will be some hot sex ahead, but it's just taking awhile to get there. Let me know if I should continue to chapter 3 or not.


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