I hope you enjoy, it was a memorable experience.
I can remember it so clearly, 19 years ago. The excitement of being asked to chauffeur and act as a guide and assistant to the guest speaker for the special lecture series at our University's department. This man was considered an outstanding lecturer and had won several important awards for his work in my chosen field. I had read many of his papers and he was a major influence in the direction my studies were going. I so looked forward to meeting this man.
I welcomed the Dr. at the airport, picked up his bags and took him directly to the hotel suite we had reserved for him. Giving him his agenda as we went. He was a shorter man than my 6' at about 5' 8" and I guessed him to be about 55 -60 with his white hair. His pale blue eyes were piercing and he missed nothing as I moved his luggage into his room. He went to the window where he had a great view of the river and you could see the campus where he would be speaking in a matter of hours.
After placing his bags on the luggage rack I went over the window and pointed out the buildings of the campus that were visible. He moved slightly behind me so he could follow the pointing of my hand. I felt his presence behind me in a familiar way that surprised me, finding it disconcerting when he rested his hand on my back it was like there were no personal boundaries between us. He pointed at the steeple commenting on the design origin, I noticed the thick dull round gold band on his hand while explaining the recent renovations to the spire.
He withdrew from behind me telling me what to order in the form of lunch from room service, he then made the aside that I would join him for lunch and to order what I wanted as well. He then entered the bathroom with his overnight bag, leaving the door slightly ajar he called out to me, telling me to hang up his suit and iron his shirts if necessary.
I stood there for a minute absorbing this fascinating man's purpose. No moment seemed thoughtless, a definite economy of action accompanied with purpose. He had not disappointed me with his presence, merely his familiarity and the way he commanded me and I responded, ... immediately. I phoned Room Service ordering the food and listened to the shower as it ran. I set about hanging his suit and shirts up, it felt weird going through another man's clothing. I had ironed one shirt when lunch arrived. I hate fucking ironing. Room service was relatively quick and had just left when the Dr. emerged from the bathroom cleanly shaved in a heavy white bath robe supplied by the Hotel. It showed his shape off with the slight thickening of his waist. His chest hairy but not overly so.
I pulled the chair out so he could sit down and went to sit down myself, however he held up his glass to me and without a word I stopped my own sitting and I poured him a glass of red wine that he had ordered.
"You can join me" he said.
I smiled and replied "Thank you sir, but I still have to drive."
"Good, but I insist you join me as a single glass won't hurt you" was his response. So I poured wine into my glass.
He then went on to ask me about the school and different professors and how their research was going. It was in such a definite manner that I realized he was finding out who was working and who was simply wasting their research funds.
His eyes probed me at every question and I felt like I was being undressed from my mind to the type of clothing I was wearing. I worked hard at my answers and gave them as honest and complete as possible, I felt that I was having an oral exam. He asked about my future and what interested me in my research and his field. He went on to suggest different schools for grad studies.
After lunch he got up and went back over to his suitcase on the luggage rack, he removed his bathrobe and threw it on the bed. I started to excuse myself, he turned and looked at me with nothing on. His eyes caught mine and he told me to sit down on the bed that he wasn't through with me yet.
I moved to the bed and sat.
He smiled, but it wasn't so much a happy smile as one filled with his confidence. He kept looking at me and I stared at him, somewhat embarrassed in his naked presence. What does one look at in such situations?
He came over to me in what was a sexual move. His cock was hardening in front of him and bounced above his balls. My mouth opened I was not sure I really understood the significance of what was to take place. I had a casual girlfriend, another student and we kept each other satisfied without too many heavy emotional demands. I had played around before with guys but not enough to determine my sexual preference but this man saw something in me that could be commanded and he did.
He put his hand behind my head and on my ear and pulled it gently toward his cock, matching my mouth to his cock. It was not fully hard yet and the skin still partially covered the head. The head of his prick was small and it gently swelled to a much thicker dimension behind the head and then it tapered smaller as it reached his groin. I am sure he was no longer than six inches and more likely it was only 5 inches long, I was sure my own cock was bigger.
My dry lips came in contact with the moistening cock head, I licked them and his cock at the same time, lubricating my lips and bringing his taste to my mouth. His hand held me in place but did not force me onto him or him into me. It was my choice to go further. My tongue went out and my mouth opened and I brought this great man into my mouth. It was perfectly shaped in form and size and I was soon sliding my mouth from tip to stern. Forcing the skin behind the head with my tongue. His other hand grabbed my other ear and stopped me.
"Take your clothes off, ... now"
He backed up and I stood, removing my clothes for him. His cock wet with my saliva and his pre cum, slowly drooped after its initial hardening as I undressed. As my shoes came off, followed by my pants and shorts, I vainly thought of how superior my body was to his. I was younger, taller, thinner, flatter stomach, more toned and a bigger cock with similar size balls. It didn't matter to him, he was in control.
"Lay down, ... lean your head over the edge", as I got on my back on the bed with myself at a slight angle from perpendicular to the bed .
He kneeled with his right leg on the bed against my torso trapping my right arm behind him and under his knee and took the base of my cock between his thumb and forefinger, wrapping the rest of the hand around my balls and forcing them up and out from my body. His cock moved to my lips and I opened my mouth to let him back in. He slid it to the base where his balls came in contact with my nostrils. He withdrew, put his hand on my right nipple and squeezed gently and firmly. His cock started moving in a definite rhythm. From tip to base, in and out, my tongue U shaped around it to keep the head from leaving me. He was entirely in control and he used me.
The shape of his cock shut off the air to my lungs from its shape and size. I would breathe when he pulled back for me to gasp a bit of air in, then it returned, his thrusts getting more demanding, faster, harder. I was soon choking and I found he held me in this position with his grasp on my own genitals. He offered no relief with his hand but basically held me there with my head trapped between the top and side of the bed and his knee at my torso and his left hand no longer gentle on my nipple as he twisted it hard, demanding my mouth. His thrusts so hard the silky white hair on his scrotum felt like bristles against my nostrils.
"Yeah take it", was the only warning I got as he unloaded his pent up balls into my throat and then mouth. I was choking and to my surprise cumming at the same time. As he made short thrusts into my throat unloading his balls, his right hand tightened ending my own orgasm prematurely as I tried to unload my balls. My own legs had come up trying to move my body to get air.
He slowly withdrew, as my mouth opened and I snorted from my nostrils as cum and snot invaded my sinus's and I gasped for air. His cock still in my mouth, he let me breathe a couple of breaths with my mouth and rammed it back in, withdrew his cock slowly and put the hand that had tortured my right nipple to my jaw and held it open as he ran the underside of his cock against my tongue to remove whatever slime was on it.
He changed his position and ran his cock between my lips cleaning himself on me.
He sighed "Much better".
He took away the hand that had held me in place with my cock and balls and ran his hairy forearm against my lip as I knowingly removed traces of my incomplete orgasm. I reached to play with myself to relieve the tension.
"No, stop"
I stopped. My air starved brain was in another zone, as I realized how I had just been used by this man that I had worshipped.
He was definitely the alpha male and I had been put in my place.
He told me to go shower as he washed his cock in the sink. When I got out of the shower, he was practically dressed. I dried myself and got dressed, we went to the faculty club and met up with some of the professors.
He gave an excellent lecture and as I drove him back to his room that night after the faculty wine and cheese. I hoped that he would use me again and relieve the pressure from my balls.
He stopped me from coming up by telling me to me to pick him up at 6:30 the next morning.
The next morning he was all dressed and packed when I arrived. No attempt to get me to suck his cock, dominate me or anything was even mentioned or hinted at. I was disappointed, the look in his eyes told me not to even attempt to repeat yesterdays activities. I packed his bags down to the car and he got in. At the airport I unloaded the car, he shook my hand and wished me good luck in my studies and thanked me for being an able assistant.
I went directly home showered and played with my tender right nipple and wanked so hard that I blew a huge load all over the shower wall. I had wanted him to fuck me, dominate me, to take my virginity, but he was the alpha male and I was simply his to command. Every time I saw him at a conference afterwards he was cordial to me but that was all.
HAJ