Indianapolis, Indiana

As a college professor, I have to watch my step with the students -- moral turpitude and fraternization with students is verboten, even male bonding is suspect. One false move in certain colleges and there is a severe penalty, even exclusion from teaching and loss of credentials. Professors messing around with each other was less frowned upon. Thank goodness or else I would not have had one of the best partners ever.

Some years ago I was teaching in a college in Indiana. At the time I had just earned my Ph.D. and was rising quickly in field. Campus life was good and being around all the students was a great feast of eye candy for me. But, I kept it to only caressing them with my eyes. Of course they were all of legal age, but I didn’t want to cause any problems for them or for me.

On weekends I would research my papers in the library. During the summer sessions it would be almost empty by mid-afternoon. I liked the quiet and my “run of the place.”

On a very hot afternoon in late July I was alone in the library lounge on the top floor. There was absolutely nobody in sight and I was getting a lot done. (No hot guys to distract me). After awhile I had to go to the bathroom and went to the men’s room. I wasn’t there for more than a minute when someone else entered the booth next to me. I was surprised that someone else was in the building. But didn’t think much more of it.

Soon though, the man’s foot was edging over toward mine. I gambled that he was not a security guard and signaled with my foot by edging over to his. A hand came under the partition and I moved my body so he could reach my now swelling cock. He started jerking it and squeezing my balls. Finally, he knelt down so I could look under the partition. I caught my breath. It was one of the English professors -- a beautiful, young, buffed stud I had wanted to meet from the day he arrived. His body was incredible: no fat, muscled like a Greek god, green eyes, reddish hair, and pale skin. He smiled at me. I almost went out of my mind. He wasted no time in coming to my stall and taking my hot tool in his mouth. It didn’t take long for me to let go a load, which he swallowed.

I asked him if he wanted to talk for a bit. He did and we left the head and went to the lounge. It was still empty. Throwing caution to the wind, I started rubbing his cock through his pants. Soon my hands were working his bare meat. He shot one of the biggest loads I’d ever seen in my whole sex career. It covered my hands. Before I could wipe it off, he gabbed my hands and licked them clean.

We left the lounge to go to his place.

“I’ve always wanted you, professor,” he said.

“Stop the ‘professor’ bit, my friend,” I said. “I’m so hot for you, I can’t wait any longer.”

I stripped off his clothes, spit on my hand and moistened his pucker. I wet my finger and shoved one up his hole. He moaned: “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

My cock was already dripping juice when I eased it in.

He whispered, “Shove it all in. I want that big cock to split me in half.”

I moved it in the whole way. My balls got tighter. I started rocking and rolling, ordering the stud bronco to take it for all he was worth.

“Harder,” he panted.

I obliged. He was the most incredible stallion I ever saw. His back muscles stood out in sweaty relief. I licked his neck, his ears, his face.

I gave him my all until we collapsed in one another’s arms

We fucked three times more after that. Each time even better than the one before. Over and over he took my cock down his throat or up his ass. I’d squeeze his nips, sometimes biting them. I licked his body everywhere, including his asshole, which was rare for me to do, but it all felt so right that evening. He ate my ass repeatedly -- sucking, licking, kissing it until I came like a wild man.

Yes, it was a college lesson I will never forget. We made it with each other on and off for four year until he went to ‘Nam and died in action.

Harry

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