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A
bisexual, tenured, male college professor, bored at a Freshmen mixer,
discovers two young freshmen boldly having sex openly — a gorgeous, brown-skinned
classic Greek godling and a beautiful, gold-skinned mixed race male.
Prof’s enormous “Clydesdale - Shire” of a horse cock and his superior use of it makes the two pursue him and invite him for some very intimate, private fun during a dorm kegger night. Prof may have tenure — basically a protected and permanent job — but, he might still just lose his job and career over these two. But, do you think they’ll be worth it? Oh, yeah, Professor knows they will. _11,483 words approx. Bonus
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college;
university; school; coed; fellatio; teen; sex;
exhibitionist; voyeur; anal sex; gay; swing; football; dorm; fainting
couch; fingerfuck; masturbation; condom; rubber; safe;
throatfuck; top; switch; bottom; bisexual; interracial; dominant;
urine sex; piss sex; urine; piss; raw
sex; middle aged; middle-aged
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CONTENTS
The Freshmen/Faculty MixerZil on His Knees The Pretty Fuckers Masturbation Fucking a Coed & a Broken Condom Professor’s Office A Freshman Boy’s Kiss and Grope A Freshman Boy Coed Visits A Victorian Fainting Couch A Bareback Freshman? A Professor Unprepared for Class The Dorm Kegger Watching a Freshman Fuck a Tight End A Professor and Two Freshmen A Freshman Sucks & a Coed Boy Fingerfucked Prof Recoups and Watches Prof’s First Cock Taste Fingerfucking a Boy’s Virgin Asshole Assfucking a Boy’s Virgin Asshole Assfucking Him on a Borrowed Bed Rough Use & a Prof’s Ass Invaded BONUS |
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Recognized him. Seen him crossing the quad. At the student union. A Freshman of superbly blended, indeterminate ethnicity. The kind people notice. The kind upperclassmen trip over one another to have. The kind male and female professors lose their jobs over and those other Students get pitched out on their ear for.
I’d
learned the precocious and clever seventeen year
old’s name, one
afternoon, when someone’d
called after him.
Zil on His Knees
I took
another swig of my scotch and rocks, watching young Zil’s rigid dick
beating
time to the music of his incredible ass actively wiggling and eagerly
banging
back against the young godling’s, who leaned into Zil and furiously
walloped
in return, nads cracking against nads.
Zil was
enjoying it and I was enjoying watching it and watching the boy’s
obvious
pleasure.
My own
true pleasure was watching him getting banged by a big balled godling,
whose
face was now thrown back at an angle that still hid it.
Pretty
fuckers fucking hard.
Shifting
around, to take the pressure off my own distending nads proved helpful.
Then
both my naughtily pretty darlings blew, hard, their crotches arched
strongly
together, their young balls—one pair hairless, the other fuzzy—shaking
severely.
The one
behind, with gloriously strong asscheeks dimpling, was grunting in
satisfaction with their activity, while Zil had his pretty head down,
his
entire body quaking, as he pinched tight his dickhead, which darkened
to the
color of ripe, fresh fruit before bursting, but not just yet, as he
moaned,
gasped, and made little “ah-ah” sounds.
I again
shifted on my perch, as young Zil wiggled and must’ve tightened
something
inside, getting a yelp out of the one behind him, who quavered and
spurted the
last of his cum into Zil’s sweet, receptive anus.
I could
see myself doing that, hell, I could feel it, already; I’d love to do
that.
Meanwhile,
Zil bore down and recklessly gushed his milk onto the red, antique
carpet.
Zil’s lover
leaned over him, chuckled, his well-muscled arm slipping around Zil’s
slender
waist, the lover’s face still hidden, he murmured into the lovely boy’s
ear.
Oddly, watching Zil stretch and rub his naked body against his naked
lover like
a bronze cat, for some reason, almost made me lose my wad in my shorts.
Then,
the lover kissed Zil’s neck, shoulder, and slapped him hard on his
magnificent
golden tan ass, which quivered a little and colored a handful from his
lover’s
playful cruelty.
The Pretty Fuckers
Oh, I
was right about the godling’s face. He looked directly at me, then slid
out of
Zil’s ass and stood, completely naked before me, prior to giving Zil a
hand up.
The
godling proved to be a colorful Michelangelo’s David, the glorious
statue of
the young pre-king shepherd that more people have whacked off to than
any of us
want to acknowledge.
These
bad and bold children completely ignored me, as they dressed.
I
snapped my fingers. It’s a trick I stumbled across with my own kids,
since the
loud snap always got their attention, and then annoyance, once they
realized I
snapped for the dog, as well.
These
two deigned to finally look my way, finding me amusing; Zil also found
the gaze
I gave him a challenge, and imperiously headed my way. Damn. A
breathtakingly
beautiful man-child, and still mostly naked; the only thing he’d put on
was a
demi tee top.
Young
David laughed at me.
Okay. My
mouth had fallen a bit open. I’m in awe of true, stunning beauty. Who
isn’t?
But,
this was my break; I don’t blow chances as special as this.
Handjobs &
Masturbation
Zil,
smelling like sex, smelling like horny, just ass-fucked boy, came close
enough
for me to touch him.
So, my
delighted fingertips touched vibrant young skin, starting at the inside
of his
firm, smooth calf, my thick fingers coursed up along his slightly
ticklish
inner knee, up his smooth, strong inner thigh, up and deep, feeling his
lax
cock on the back of my hand, as I ignored it, to caress his nads,
before
following the ridge there back, and rub my thick finger near his still
lubed
and thoroughly fuck-stretched, joy hole.
The
pretty little cunt let me touch whatever I wanted. I took my sweet time
touching heated . . . everything. I have large, strong, “gentle”
fingers,
“creative fingers”; I’ve been told that more than once.
You make
beauty when you don’t have it.
Young
Zil wasn’t complaining, gazing down on me, as I coaxed him closer,
with the
heel of my hand pressuring his nuts and three of my articulate, thick
fingers
exploring his well-used shithole, my hot palm, also pressuring and
warming his
p-spot.
But,
he’d just had his sweet bum blasted thoroughly by perfect Young David
over
there; so, I had to make my point unequivocally clear.
Kids
don’t listen, otherwise. You have to show them your
authority and respect.
Then, they’ll listen.
I
removed my fingers, smelled them, then licked and sucked salty cum and
tart
anus flavors; enjoying both young men’s savory taste on my digits.
I know,
I shouldn’t’ve been touching so much, without “protection.”
Meanwhile,
our young David was already forgetting I existed.
However,
I had delicious Zil’s full attention, as he leaned his sexual delights
closer
towards me.
Good. I
poured some of my iced scotch along Zil’s young cock, making him gasp
with the
chill, as the splash soaked into the carpet, then I stroked the length
of him,
and lightly flicked my fingertip across his sensitive glans; making
certain I
didn’t forget the frenulum; that underside little sweet line of tissue
of his
cock’s head.
Zil
said, “More.”
Pretty
and a pig. Perfect.
Directly,
Zil was “hm”-ing and “ooh”-ing and once again “ah”-ing, even managing a
few
“ohs.” He turned so my grip on him would be better, as I kept stroking
him and
the youth went steel hard in my hands, as I poured the last of my
drink, anointing
him, chilling him, then rewarming him with my hot and knowledgeable
palm.
“Yesss,
Professor, yyyes. More. Don’t stop. Oh, yeah, there . . . .”
I
unzipped.
I saw
David past Zil’s ass, fully dressed but watching us, long-stroking his
perfect
peter. Flawless. A Triple Crown Thoroughbred horse cock.
However,
his eyes widened, when mine tumbled heavily out into my large mitt, in
its
eagerness and enlarged to its massive thickness and length, like a Macy
float,
that caught his full attention. Clydesdale, “in the
house,” as my
Students might say, since they see Clydies in beer commercials.
Personally,
though, I’m a Shire; the largest heavy horse breed, for the biggest
jobs. Not a
cute, little Hobbit shire, not at all.
I have
in fact been told, even by men—supposedly straight—in
sports showers,
that my long, beefy cock is my “beauty mark.” Wonderful, the one part
of me not
exactly available for daily, perpetual display, except at the beach or
a pool,
where I do very well for dates.
David’s
eyes were still wide with lust—Yes, I know what lust for my
cock looks like
in another man’s eyes.
But,
more importantly, his expression gave me hope and one particular
thought which
zoomed into then bounced around my brain, like a crazed sparrow in a
box; a
very distracting thought.
Of
having them both . . . ?
[more]
He
looked at me, with his stunningly odd eyes, before leaning close, his
hot breath
softly on my neck and ear, and whispered an invitation of: when, where,
what.
Then,
he
mentioned something very interesting about Liz, who preternaturally
looked
back; knowing she was being mentioned.
David
scrutinized my face, which is something most people don’t like to do,
or can do
without making a face of their own. Some say it’s the composition of
my face,
that it’s off; or it’s the frightening intensity my expressions can
take. A few
have said, it’s because
I’m “pure evil.”
One
was
my ex.
Whatever, as
the
kids say; especially, when . . .
. . .
when his lips softly
brushed mine.
A
Freshman Boy’s Kiss and Grope
“Then,
he kissed me”—just like the 1960s song—hard, full
on.
My
brain
was a bit surprised. I didn’t find it offensive or slap him upside the
head.
Finding
me compliant—no one’s ever said that about me—he
pushed his tongue
against my lips; I let him in. He was active and firm, I found myself
returning
the favor, holding the back of his curly haired head to ensure he
didn’t stop
too soon.
Simultaneously,
I found his swelling crotch . . .
[more]
Watching
a Freshman Fuck a Tight
End
While,
Ty and his beefy, muscular friend wore absolutly
nothing; well, except the jock wore athletic socks and an off kilter
jockstrap. I was
still treated to the sight of gorgeous, naked young men in a hotly
aroused
embrace, wrestling with their combined ardor.
What
was
not to like.
I
quirked a smile, just for myself; I now had confirmation. I’d known I
was
correct two semesters back. And now the evidence was right before my
greedy
eyes.
Our
heavily recruited, expensive, upperclassman tight end was grabbing his
pale
ankles, so to speak, as Ty was completely abusing the man’s reddened
shithole,
in front of Mr. Varsity’s mom’s smiling picture.
He had
her blue Saxony German eyes and his enormous late father’s blond Viking
impressiveness, as I recalled from last year’s parents’ weekend.
Wonder
if she truly knows? Or approves?
I
imagined the portrait’s face making an “Oh, my god!” face, then
averting its
eyes.
[more]
Zil was
already getting me hot, that, and the full, close-up view of Ty’s
masculine
perfect lines, eight pack (something I’ve never had),
and his fine,
perfect thoroughbred cock, as I restood,
while he and Zil eagerly peeled off my clothes.
I’m
fairly fit, not a poster boy wet
dream like this kid,
Ty; but, I’m solid and strong enough to take and hold onto what I want.
My size
keeps students, who didn’t like the grades I’ve given, in their place,
even the
footballers.
Both
kids touched my swelling hardness. The joyous upside of being so huge
is that
there’s enough for all; downside: some cunts, mouths, and anuses are
just too
small or to intimidated to correctly accommodate me.
That
wasn’t my problem tonight.
There
was a slapping of hands and snarling, sort of.
The
children were squabbled, for a moment. I really thought they were going
to
fight for it (my cock) and come to blows; but, Ty’s the top of their
relationship and Zil would have to wait her turn.
Explains
why Zil cut himself in for a long, hard fuck the night before. He was
probably
still sore deep inside, and yet still begging for more.
At
first, I was going to remain standing, but then realized that sitting
I’d
comfortably be the center of both my new Students’ industrious
attentions.
Hmm.
[more]
Lips
still sealed wide around hot and hard meat, Ty exchanged a long,
knowing glance
with Liz, who simply said:
“Told
yah.”
Ty
closed his eyes and hard-sucked from my meat pipe, to the tasty last,
savoring
my abundant cum with palate and tongue, before swallowing every drop
I’d give
him—always a great sight.
[more]
Repenetrating him,
a
little at a time, he’d push back for more and I filled him, stretching
his anus
wide.
“Good
boy, my good lad. That’s it. Take it.”
“Mm,”
he
felt good, sheathing my mushroom fat cockhead . . . .
Oh,
yes.
He
pushed back and I pushed in. A
very good boy.
Young
Ty
was pleasing me with enthusiastic anal grasping and sucking on my
chunky thick
Shire, as I shoved it in him, inch by intrusive greedy, fat inch.
“Ah.
Yes. More, Professor, more.
Please,” was all he’d
murmur over the din outside, except, “Don’t stop.”
As this gorgeous godling gave in to
me, yielded his virgin insides
to my wide and rude intrusion.
“Yeah. Don’t
stop, Professor. Fuck his ass good,” Liz chimed in.
Not
grammatically correct but that happens when arousal sets in.
[more]
BONUS
[more before]
Studying
with Professor
[more]
We
eventually settled in cushy chairs, in my study, which seemed a nice
middle
ground between my official and formal office and the more personal
rooms of my
home.
“You
ever play ball, Professor?”
“Yeah. Way
back in the day. Football, soccer,
rugby, wrestling. Anything
rugged and full contact.” He clearly liked that, as
he nodded.
“Yeah. Me,
too.”
We
exchanged more questions and discussed “smart stuff” and stories relevent and more kid friendly
than most classes tend to
be. I told TE he didn’t have to sit and could walk about, as we worked;
so,
he’d been strolling about the room but now stopped tossing the toy foam
football he had.
He was
staring at me, well, at my crotch.
I put
my
notes aside and was silent; eventually, he noticed the silence.
“Um, I
didn’t get that one.”
“I
didn’t ask a question. Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Um,
yeah.
Can
I?”
“Shoot.”
He
sat,
glanced at my face then stared back at my crotch.
I know
how to handle my silent, strong types; but, I . . . we were on the
school
grounds, even if it was the start of a long weekend, and my usual
playmates
were off to play sweet child with their moms and dads.
“What’s
your question, TE?”
“Is it
true, sir? They, um, Ty and . . . . That you’re hung like a fucking
Clydesdale
and—.”
“More
like a Shire.” He frowned; Shire’s don’t do sentimental or amusing
beer
commercials online. So, I explained. “Bigger. Well, biggest. If
you’re talking all over horse meat.”
His
mouth made a silent, Wow!
[more]
I
undid
my belt and top pants button, then
made a gesture that
implied he could have at it, if he wished, and see or touch whatever
he—.
The
greedy fucker scratched my belly as he quickly undid my pants and
reached in,
his big hand finding . . . .
He
said
exactly what I thought he was feeling.
“Christmas.”
He
pulled out all the length and thickness anyone could possibly want. And
I could
see it clear in his eyes; it was more than he’d imagined and . . . he
wanted
it. Now.
Sucking
Professor’s Cock
I
caressed his bristly cheek, coaxing his head down and the whore, who
wasn’t
“gay,” “bisexual,” or “down low” rapped his masculine, greedy lips
around the
biggest thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Unless,
of course, he had actually sucked a Shire’s cock.
“Mmmm,”
he moaned.
“You
like that, TE?”
He
nodded happily, mouth filled wide with hardening, lengthening, hot
meat. I’d
known we’d end up here, the moment Bliss Tanner had said what “young
man” had
needed me. “Win him over, teach him,” and remold the boy.
I’d
already known more about him than she had, that he loved it hard and
thick and
maybe even a tad humiliating.
Pardon
the sexist expression; but, he was a girl about it.
[more]
Professor
Fucks a Tight End
I told
him to stand in the hallway, it was a deadzone
as far
as any windows were concerned, and I like how all the sounds of sex
reverberate. Moments later, I was back, naked, with two towels on my
shoulder.
He
liked
that; his gazed eating me and heating me up, as I squirted lube into
his hands
and let him cover my cock.
I
touched his warm raspberry red lips, to see if he were receptive; he
sucked on
my finger and gnawed the tip a bit.
All
right.
That’s a “yes.”
I
kissed
him. Tongues met, while beefy hands massaged and pulled cocks like
taffy; his
on mine, mine on his. He had enough cock, enough to do the job for male
or
female; but, what he really wanted, I’d seen in him before and gave to
him,
now, as I suddenly seized him and forced him around; his eyes wide and
expectant.
“Ah.”
When he gasped, that’s when I noticed he’d been holding his breath. I
get that
a lot, really, I do.
What
delectable buttocks; strongly developed, muscles dimpling. Yes, I’d
seen them
before, as he’d been giving himself to the younger Ty. They were mine now. I fingered his hole and
watched it twitch and
tighten. Ah, not such a whore as yet, gaping wide open at every touch.
That
made me think of
someone else, as I parted him in half and filled his
cock warmer with lube, reached around and handled some onto his cock,
then had
him wipe his hands on a towel.
“Palms
on the wall.
Assume the position.”
He
dropped the towel and like a good felon, he now looked ready for a cop
to pat
him down; instead, his professor nosed at his shit hole with a cockhead
the
size of a fist.
I
parked
there for a while, as I wiped my hands on my own towel. The boy was
breathing
hard and I felt his anus opening, trying to grasp me. It felt like
little
kisses.
He was
aggressive as hell on the field but with a cock at the entrance to his
ass. . .
.
I
seized
him by the hips . . . .
[more]
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