Fucking the Professor.

Nashville—November, 2012

The Professor and I have kept in sporadic touch since we met in 2011.  Back then, he’d written the Breeder, asking if I might like to have sex with him while I was in the area.  Rob urged me to contact the man—and it is something for which I’ll always thank him. Our meeting in November of 2011, chronicled here, was the first time I’d had sex with a guy who knew I was going to write it all up later. But it proved to be good sex with a good person.  I was eager to see him again…

 I’ve had my scotch.  And a good catch up.  We have moved to his bedroom.  The expensive, massive bed has once again been shifted to the side.  I set the sling up in no time.  It’s to the left of the bed.  The rimseat is at the foot of it.  I know we’ll be using them both. 

We undress.  Rod Rodin is getting his hole well used on the television.  My pants slip off, my boots are laced back up.  I sit on the end of the bed and let the Professor kneel between my legs. He’s a good looking man, stocky with a solid build.  He’s slightly younger than I, with a nice sized cock, which I rarely see.  Right now, he’s nuzzling at a well rinsed (if not washed) jock, getting my cock to rise under it.  My balls go into his mouth.  I knead the head of my cock through the now damp fabric, feeling me spit out a drop or two of precum.

I can’t wait to taste his hole.  I have him kneel on his bed.  It’s tall—I can just reach his hole when I kneel on the hardwood floor.  He moans as my tongue goes deep.  He reaches back and pulls his full cheeks apart.  I go deeper yet.  Fuck, I love the taste of him. I stand up.   I need to fuck…but not there.

“Let’s do the sling.”  He gets into it like an old pro, now.  Once his legs are in the stirrups, I kneel to give him a couple more licks.  “You ready for my cock?”

He nods.  He takes a huge hit of poppers.  My drooling head slaps against his tight balls, then I smear my precum onto his pucker.  I hold there for a moment—and then inch forward.  His ass welcomes me.  I am fully in.  Again I hold.  His breath is coming much faster.  I start to fuck.  Slowly.  Building. Slamming into him.  My hips are making a loud smacking sound every time I hit home.

I kneel and tasty his hole again.  It makes me stick my cock right back in him.  I fuck and fuck.

I taste---and want more.  “Let’s do the rim seat.”

I get under it, having taken a massive hit of poppers myself.  The Professor lowers himself slowly.  His full ass creates a tight seal around my mouth and nose.  I have to work for air.  And it’s heaven.  My tongue slips in.  I lick and swallow.  I spit and push it deep into him.  I can hear him moan above me, but I am lost in my own personal world.  I jerk my oversized cock as I clean his hole of any precum and any of his own natural lubes.  Soon, I have to stop—or I’ll shoot.  I pat the underside of his thighs twice.  Slowly, a little shaky, he gets up.  I get him back to the sling.

My cock is buried in him the moment he’s in place.  I fuck hard.  When I become slightly winded, I decide to go for a toy.  The egg headed dildo with the narrow shaft comes out of my bag and into the Professor’s ass.  It takes a moment to get the head in, but once there, it glides on home.  I add my cock alongside it.  This makes him gasp.  With the brown bottle out again, he takes the double fuck like a pro.  I love the ribbed shaft of the toy hitting the underside of my cockhead—all wrapped in the tightness of his ass.

I reach for something new—my speculum.  I ease it in.  And crank it a few twists open.  The Professor’s eyes widen.  I crank again.  The sides have opened up enough that my finger can stroke the flesh on the top and bottom of his ass canal.  I do just that, playing with his prostate.  A few more twists, and I’ve cranked it wide enough to add my cock.  It pushes in, stainless steel to the left and right and hot flesh above and below.  It’s an exquisite moment.

“Breed me.  Please”

I get the toy out.  I want to pummel his ass to get off.  As soon as the speculum is out, my cock goes in.  I fuck and fuck.  I pull out and taste his hole.  I jerk as I eat.  I slip in again.  I’m so close to blowing, but it’s so good I want to keep fucking. 

I do.  I fuck with deep, long strokes.

Then taste his dripping hole once more.  This time as I push my cock back home I explode.  I am loud as my cock jerks and spews it’s load into his well fucked hole.  I bend forward.  His arms wrap around me.  He holds on.

I should have stayed like that longer than I did.  But I packed up, kissed him and took off for my Nashville digs.