This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. There is consensual sex between characters in this story. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.
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BUFFALO BOB
PART 13
One thing we forgot about was when Bob was being so sweet and was fucking me in my office a couple days ago, we had not closed the door. I hadn't heard anything, so I just forgot about it.
But when I was coming back from my freshman `European History' class, Marjorie Betts met me at my office door. She's my mentor and a member of the humanities staff.
"Bill, I need to talk to you." I unlocked the door and we walked in. She had a frown on her face.
"Yes? Something wrong?"
"You could say that. I got a call from one of my students this morning about a video on the internet. A video of you."
"Me? A video? Where?"
"I don't know, some site the kids use."
"But me? A video of me?"
"I'm afraid so, and to put it delicately, it's you in this office having sex with a student. A young man."
Shock time. It took me about two seconds for that picture of my open office door came blasting into my mind, the door which was open the entire time Bob was fucking me in front of my desk. Since my office is near the end of the hall, I had simply hoped no one had walked by, but hope springs eternal. "Are you sure" I asked. "Did you see it?"
"No, I didn't see it, but two students told me they had seen it."
"Oh, shit" I said as I glanced over at my desk phone and saw that I had messages. "Is that it? Nothing more?"
"That's all I know. You having sex with a husky male student. They were raving about him."
"Okay, thanks Margorie, I think I know what happened. I'll start looking into it. Your students did not tell you what website it was on?"
"No, sorry. They didn't say." As Margorie walked out I checked my messages. The first one was by two giggling girls wooing and wowing about the hunky guy who was fucking me, saying they wished they were there in my place. No derogatory remarks about me at all. Evidently with Bob in the video, they barely noticed me.
The second message, there were only two, was not as friendly, calling me a faggot plus other memorable names and suggesting several things that should be pushed up my ass. But even this guy admired Buffalo Bob, saying I should be shot for corrupting the young man. He did mention the web site, so I immediately stokered up my computer and started searching. It only took me a few minutes to discover it was not at that address, evidently it had been deleted.
So, I had no idea what to do. I did some general searching on the net but didn't come up with anything, but then Jerry called.
"Professor, have you seen it?" was the first thing he said as I answered the phone.
"No, I can't find it" I said. "Do you have the address?"
"It's long. Let me e-mail it to you." The address he sent me was not the one I had been searching on.
Jerry was still on the phone as I entered the address. "Jerry, it says `not found'."
"It was there a few minutes ago" he said and then hesitated. "But you're right, I can't pull it up now. Somebody deleted it."
"I'll bet somebody copied it and is reposting it on different sites" I said. "No telling where it will pop up next."
"You're right, I'm sure. I'll do some searching and see what I can find."
"What did you actually see, Jerry. Is there any question of who it is?"
Jerry laughed. "Unfortunately, it's excellent video quality and both you and Bob are facing the camera. You are bent over, but a couple times Bob grabs your hair and jerks your head up, showing your grimacing face clearly. You look like you're enjoying it. Bob looks spectacular with those big muscles all sweaty and bulging. He has a big grin on that handsome face, and he flexes those luscious biceps a couple times making it look like a victory pose. Jesus he's gorgeous." He started laughing. "The conquering hero fucking his teacher. He is enjoying the hell out of it. God, I want that video of him. I wish I had thought to copy it when I had the chance."
"Jerry, this is not funny. This is me, I'm in trouble."
"I'm sorry professor. I didn't mean .... But wow. Bob looks glorious. I gotta get that video." I hung up on him. He was so wound up about how Bob looked, he couldn't see what a problem this was for me.
Bob and I are both of age and most everyone knows I'm gay, so the M/M sex was not a problem, and me getting fucked, especially by a student may have been a bit of a put-down, but that was my business. However, the fact that it is a student from one of my classes, and he's screwing me in the middle of my office on university property was going to be trouble.
It wasn't long before Claire came by. She had seen the video and was more than happy to give me a blow-by-blow description. She said it showed me bent over with musclebound Buffalo Bob holding my neck and jerking me around like a toy as he was banging away. My pants were around my ankles, my underwear were hanging in shreds and I was grunting up a storm as he was slamming it to me. She seemed to enjoy giving me a detailed description of the event and she had me wondering if she could be the one who copied it and reposted it.
I even had to wonder if she was the one who made the video in the first place. It would make sense, since it's possible she could have been coming by to see me. I asked her bluntly, but she denied it.
As best as I could find out, it was on one website for mere minutes, less than an hour, before it was deleted. However, somebody copied it and posted it on a couple other sites, perhaps more than one person, but in every case, it wasn't up long before being deleted. Right now, it seemed to be gone completely because I was not the only one searching for it. Jerry is a real wiz with computers, and he couldn't find it.
So, did the whole world see a professor at the University of Wisconsin at Eau Claire getting fucked by a gorgeous bodybuilder in the middle of his office? It looked like not. If you go by Jerry's attitude and the two giggling girls, they didn't even notice me anyway but were blown away by Buffalo Bob.
In my defense, I'm gay and the university knew I was gay when they hired me, and gay people have sex just like everyone else. But of course, I shouldn't have been fucking in my office, I shouldn't have been fucking with the door open, and I shouldn't have been fucking with one of my students. All of those were presumably against the university rules.
But by the end of the day, nothing seemed to be happening. I suspect the girls that notified Professor Betts were the same giggling girls who left me a message. Claire saw it and Jerry said a couple of his students said they saw it, but it seemed to be a very limited group.
Maybe, just maybe, I was off the hook.
I went to my lecture the next day and just pretended that nothing had happened. I can brazen my way through anything. Actually, I told a few jokes and tried to make my lecture even more interesting than usual to try to get the student's minds off of my peccadillo. All went well, much better than I expected because the students seemed to be very receptive. Some of them had seen it, Jerry said so, but there was no reaction that I could see from anyone.
But then came Bob, Buffalo Bob. When we got to the question-and-answer section at the end of my lecture, he stood up without permission and started talking.
"What did you think, teach? I looked pretty damn hunky, didn't I? My big muscles, all pumped and glistening, I've never looked better, even dip.... Even Jerry said so." He laughed; actually it was more like a giggle. "I was doing what I do best, plowing away. And man, it looked like you were having the time of your life, you were loving it. But Jesus, did I look terrific." He couldn't stop laughing. "My reputation as the hottest stud in the university is gonna explode. I'll probably have to beat them off with a stick." Obviously, he had seen the video and he thought the whole thing was hilarious. He couldn't stop laughing. "Man I gotta find out who made that video and get a copy. I looked so ...."
I was floored, totally appalled. What did Bob think he was doing? This was way, way too much. This really was the final straw. I'd had it.
"Bob Martin," I shouted. Yes, shouted. "I'm your professor and you are my student. Now sit down and shut up."
This really shocked him, me yelling at him. "Wait a minute. Wait a minute." He was shocked but I could see he was about to get angry. I well knew his temper and how he felt about anyone shouting at him.
"You open your mouth again you're out of this class."
He got this look of consternation on his face. "But ...."
I yelled again: "sit down." And he did, but still had that shocked look on his face.
As crazy as it seems, I could see that this was fun time for him. This was his favorite past time, humiliating people, humiliating me without a single thought of any ramifications, or any thought of my feelings. Totally without empathy. He didn't have a clue why I was shouting at him.
But the class was alert wondering what was going on, and I had to respond in some way. I assumed most had not seen the video, and maybe they hadn't even heard about it.
"Okay, let's have it out" I said as I tried to calm down. "Listen class: somebody took a video of Bob Martin and I in a compromising position. But, I'm gay. Most of you already know I'm gay. I was born gay. Bob Martin is of legal age and so am I, so there is nothing illegal about what we were doing. And as obnoxious as Bob Martin can be, he is admittedly very attractive." That got some chuckles from the class. "I was attracted to him to my eternal detriment, not knowing how inflated his ego was, and how callous he could be.
"But I'm human and I make mistakes and Bob Martin was one of them. It has been a painful experience and I hope I have learned something from it."
Bob jumped up. "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
I ignored him. "We are here studying Early European History, and that's what we are going to continue doing. If Bob Martin wants to stay, I will allow it, but this is absolutely the last straw. There will be no further disruptions in this classroom.
"Class dismissed."
Bob stood there with his mouth open and a surprised look on his face as I walked out.
I figured it would be only a matter of time before I would be called on the carpet by the administration. It wasn't illegal what I did, it wasn't against the law since we were both of age, but it was certainly unprofessional, and I probably broke a dozen university regulations. Even though it seemed that very few people had the video, I had no doubts they could legally fire me. And since I was not on tenure, even more so.
I was sitting home that evening worrying, wondering if I should update my resume and get on the internet. I was very happy here at Eau Claire and there is no question a teaching position at the University of Wisconsin was prestigious. Even with my expertise and my PhD, someone as young as me was very lucky to have this job.
Several friends including Margorie wanted to come over and commensurate with me, but I said I wanted to be alone.
I was depressed, but I was also optimistic because the whole day had gone by, and I hadn't heard anything. Of course, I understand that these things would take time and the administration would have to gather information before confronting me.
But it looked like the websites had really done their job and deleted the videos quickly since they were obviously defamatory and slanderous. From the information I had, I suspected that not more than a few dozen people had seen it. If people outside Eau Claire saw it, it probably wouldn't matter. I just had to hope it was gone completely and not floating around on the internet somewhere.
I was still wondering about Claire. She was the most likely person to have made the video because she would be just about the only person that would have had a reason to be outside my office door. She was so hopped up about it when she described it to me, it was very suspicious.
And, it's hard to say this, but I wanted to see it. I mean, it was there, it existed and I couldn't make it not happen, so why not see it? From the way they are described it, it sounds really not.
But I also had another worry. What about Buffalo Bob? I hadn't kicked him out of class, but I'd threatened to. I don't know if he would react to the threat and maybe shape up, but I had my doubts. That was not his style. And besides, no matter what happened, I knew he'd have it in for me for shouting at him. That was his biggest bugaboo, being shouted at.
I had to be careful, or I might lose control of my class. As far as I could tell, the class responded well to my outburst. It might take a while for it to sink in, my admission of having sex with Bob, and it probably wouldn't be long before they found out he was screwing me violently, tossing me around like a toy according to Claire.
If they thought I was a pussy, I was in trouble. I had a job to do to make sure they did not lose their respect for me.
And what about Bob. I would have to go to the department chairman and the discipline committee to get Bob out of my class, and I didn't want to do that. That would be humiliating, and on top of the video would be just too much. I didn't know what to do.
So, what do you do when you don't know what to do? You do nothing, of course.
I would have to play it by ear and hope for the best.
What is that saying about `the best laid plans going astray?'
At about nine-thirty that evening there came a knock at my door. Yes, it was locked.
"Who is it?"
"It's Jerry, professor. We need to talk."
"Not tonight Jerry. I really don't want to talk about it."
"I need to talk to you now, professor. It's important, it can't wait until tomorrow."
"Okay, okay" I said as I unlocked the door. I wondered it perhaps he had found the video.
But it wasn't Jerry who walked in, it was Buffalo Bob. He pushed me aside as he entered with Jerry behind him followed by the two kids who had been here before, Nestor and another kid whose name I don't remember.
"Hi teach, how ya doin" Bob said as he walked over and sat in the easy chair. Of course, I was shocked. As I've said over and over, everything Bob does shocks me.
"What's going on? Jerry, what's happening? What are you doing?"
"Put that stuff in the bedroom" Bob said and that's when I noticed that the two kids both had a back-packs. They went down the hall to the bedroom.
I just stood there waiting for someone to tell me what was going on.
"That's all Jerry. I'll see you tomorrow" Bob said.
"Okay, Bob, er.... DF" he said and laughed. "Enjoy yourself."
I stood there totally bewildered as Jerry walked out and closed the door behind him. Then I realized that it was a set-up. Bob knew I wouldn't let him in, so he brought Jerry along as his surrogate to get me to open the door. It was a set-up and Jerry was a willing participant.
"What the fuck is going on?" I said as I felt my anger begin to build. I wanted to scream at Jerry, but of course he was already gone. But this was simply the last straw, Bob had to be stopped. "Bob, this is going way too far. If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call the police."
"No, you won't" he said with a chuckle, "because I won't let you." He was laughing at me, and I now had a sinking feeling in my gut because I knew he could physically control me without even trying. Of course, he could stop me. My self-control clicked in, and my anger dissipated as I controlled my temper, but I began to get a sense of foreboding. Bob was in control, Bob was always in control, and I was now completely at his mercy.
"Bob, please, you can't do this. This.... this is housebreaking. Please, Bob. Please don't do this." What else could I do but plead with him, appealing to his better nature, if he had any.
"I ain't going to break anything, but I'm going to convince you to let me stay." He stood up and walked over to me. That's when the two kids came back in the room. "Go play" he said to them. "Professor and I need to have a talk. I'll see you this weekend." Without a word they left the apartment.
"Please Bob, don't do this." If pleading didn't work maybe I'd try begging. "Please Bob. This can't go on. I'm begging you. Leave me alone." I had tears in my eyes as I began to face the inevitable, that he had the whip-hand and I was going to do his bidding, like it or not.
Taking hold of me by the shoulders he kissed me. At least he wasn't going to beat me up, not yet anyway. I simply gave in, it seemed senseless to try to fight him, so I kissed him back. After a minute or so, he let go of my shoulders, put one arm around me and the other hand on my butt, pulling me in tightly against him. My arms automatically went around him. Hey, it was only yesterday that I was in love with him.
My mind was spinning with a million thoughts, but at the same time I was enjoying the kiss. Feeling Bob's hard muscled body against me and being kissed by him was always special and admittedly I was beginning to swoon. I could worry about Bob's idiosyncrasies later.
Pulling back and looking me in the eye from inches away he finally spoke. "We have a lot of talking to do" he said giving me a big smile, "but there's no reason why we can't snuggle and smooch a little as we talk." Taking me by the hand he led me over to the sofa, sat down and pulled me onto his lap. He is so big that I'm like a kid to him anyway. We went back to the kiss.
"Jerry and I have come to an agreement" he said after a while. "I know I've been impossible to deal with but once I signed up for the class and found our you were gay, I just got carried away. I'm sorry. I apologize. Here's the deal. I won't speak at your lectures ever again, and in Jerry's classroom I will only speak when he calls on me."
"You're going back to Jerry's lab?"
"Yes. Jerry as agreed and Larry and Claire are okay with it. Professor, I'm going to be on my best behavior from now on. I will put a stop to the infatuation that Larry and Judy and Claire have for me, so I will not be fucking them again. But Jerry...."
"Who's Judy?"
"She's Larry's wife, we had.... well," he chuckled, "we had some interesting times together." Yeah, I know, threesomes and foursomes. I'm embarrassed to say that I felt a nudge in my crotch from hearing that. It turned me on imagining Bob in bed going at it with Larry and his wife. That was hotter than hell.
"And I won't have sex with you unless you want it, unless you ask for it. I promise. But...."
"But? But what?"
"I want to" he said. "I want to have sex with you. I ...., well ...., you give an amazing blowjob, and you know it." He laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "I like you professor and I enjoy being with you and I think you're a great teacher. I'm loving your class."
"You're loving it?" I asked with surprise. "With all the trouble you're caused, you love it?"
"Yes professor. I'm sorry I've been such a bother. And, by the way, if it's okay with you I'd like to stand up in class and apologize to the class for my actions. I want everyone to know I'm sorry and I'll behave from now on."
"I don't know about that, we'll see."
"I know I'm asking a lot, but I'm pleading with you to forgive me. I promise I'll be an honor student. Larry and Claire have agreed, and Jerry and I have a great relationship. And I hope I can have a great relationship with you too."
Buffalo Bob is convincing. I'd have to see it to believe it, but he sounded sincere. And besides, I felt his hard-on growing and pressing against my butt. He was getting turned on just talking to me.
Okay, so I'm a wimp. A horny wimp. I gave in.
"Okay Bob, we'll give it a try. We'll pretend this never happened; we'll start over."
"Oh, thank you teach. Oops, Sorry, I know that's rude. Thank you, professor, for giving me another chance. You won't regret it. I'm going to be on my best behavior and I'm going to make you happy."
"Oh, yes?" I asked slyly. "You're going to make me happy?"
"Yes," he laughed. "I've got something growing in my pants, and as I recall, it makes you very happy. If you wiggle your butt a little you can find out what I mean." So, I did, I wiggled my butt and could definitely feel that he was ready.
He put a hand behind my head and pulled me into kiss. His other hand went to my crotch. That thing pushing against my butt was really turning me on, so I was already fully hard.
"Here or in the bedroom?" he asked.
"Here. Right here and now" I said.
"Okay, get me out." He pushed me off his lap onto my knees between his legs. I unbuttoned and unzipped him, and of course, he stretched off to the left in those tight shorts. I tried, but there was no way I could get him out of there.
"This is impossible" I said with a laugh. "You've got to stand up." He laughed along with me as he stood up and I stripped his shorts down and off, allowing that big monster to pop out into the air. As he sat back down, I leaned forward and kissed the tip.
"How do you want it?" I asked with a grin. "Fast and furious, or slow and slick?"
"Just do your thing" he said. "Enjoy yourself. I know I'll love it."
I love sucking cock and Bob has the nicest one in the world, and I knew he was going to be appreciative. I wanted to watch him as I took control; I wanted to see him begin to sweat and get excited.
"Bob, take off your shirt" I said. "Let me see that glorious body of yours." He stood up again, pushing his crotch in my face as he pulled the unbuttoned shirt and the wifebeater off, tossing them aside. He stretched his big body once and then set down.
"Come here" he said with a big grin as I looked up from between his legs. I crawled up on him and he flexed his arm in my face, allowing me to kiss it. "Yeah, kiss that big bicep. Kiss it, worship it, show me how much you love it."
So, I did. Yes, I did love it and I was going to show him, so I went at it, kissing and licking up a storm. Yes, I'm a muscle addict, always have been. I've always kept myself in shape and I work out regularly, but while I've never had the fortitude to get big myself, I've always admired the guys that work their asses off getting breathtaking physiques. And Bob's was absolutely breathtaking, beyond anybody I'd ever imagined. And he was allowing me to worship. No question, it was a fucking honor.
After a moment he moved my head down to his chest and I started tickling his tit with my tongue as well as sucking away on it. That imposing chunk of muscle deserved all the attention I could give it, so I really went at it.
"What do you want, baby? What do you want from me?" he murmured. I raised my head and looked him in the eye.
"I want everything" I said, almost breathless with fervor and desire. "I want every inch of you." He laughed at my eagerness.
"Okay, baby, you've got it." Raising his arm, he pushed my face into his armpit. "Start here." This was new to me, sucking on a guy's armpit, but I was thrilled to do it for him, willing to do anything that would give him pleasure. As I slobbered away at his armpit, he moved my hand down to his crotch allowing me to grab on to his dick. He was still fully hard as I started to gently massage it and pull on it.
There was nothing disgusting about licking out his armpit, in fact I found it very exciting, and it gave me pleasure knowing that egotistical Buffalo Bob would see it as honoring his clear position as the dominant. I was more than willing to honor him for his physical perfection and his dominating personality. Now that he was on his best behavior, I wanted to show my admiration for his power and mettle.
It didn't take him long, maybe ten minutes, to move my head down to his crotch. I had to lick out both armpits, kiss his biceps and give plenty of attention to his chest and abs, but I finally got there.
With immense pleasure, I took him into my mouth.
I've said from the beginning that if Bob had been the person I wanted him to be, I would have been thrilled to be with him, and would have been willing to accept any attention from him that he was willing to give me and would have been happy to be totally submissive to him. And now it seems he is becoming that person, still herculean and worthy of worship, but warm and wonderful as well. I'm more than willing to be his submissive, his worshiper. And this is from me, the guy who used to think he was a top.
I accept that he thinks he is a god, and is extremely vain, and I admit I even encourage that, but that's okay. I'll give him all the attention he desires, worshiping him and ravishing him to his heart's desire.
I'm hooked, obsessed.
I wasn't in any rush, and I don't think he was either as I began to suck him. Slow and easy, making it as pleasurable as possible, and keeping it going. I didn't play with it or kiss it and stuff, but I kept it in my mouth and worked my tongue and lips on it. Bobbing up and down slowly, sometimes speeding up and then slowing down again. But I kept my lips tight, holding the suction as I worked my tongue. I even tried to deep throat a few times, taking him deep, almost all the way, and holding it as long as humanly possible. I was in a world of bliss.
I sometimes looked at him, glorying in his beauty, but mostly kept my eyes closed as I exulted in my favorite past time, sucking the most magnificent cock in the world. Bob was making moaning sounds of pleasure almost constantly, so I knew he was enjoying this, perhaps as much as I was.
I could have stayed there forever, worshiping that cock, keeping my own excitement and my cock on the verge of shooting at any time, but of course it had to come to an end.
It was well over half-an-hour, probably closer to an hour before Bob started patting my head and rubbing his fingers through my hair. "Fabulous, baby doll" he groaned in ecstasy. "You are so fuckin good. Oh shit, you're killing me. Ohhh fuck." And he shot, startling me as he started shooting his load into my mouth. He caught he unawares because he hadn't made the usual moves of fucking my face and shaking bodily, but there's nothing I can't handle.
I grabbed his balls and started massaging them as I just held his cock in my mouth and swallowed as fast as I could. The only thing better than sucking a guy's cock is swallowing his juice, the essence of his body. His life's blood. Call it what you will, but I so love it
When I finished, I kept his cock in my mouth and kept gently, very gently, sucking him. It even crossed my mind, wondering if I could bring him off a second time, all at one go, but Bob had other ideas. Grabbing me by the head with both hands, he pulled me off his cock and just held me there in front of him for a moment giving me a huge smile.
Bob is so gorgeous, so handsome and massively muscular, he always takes my breath away, and now, with that smile, I melted. I think I was in love. He pulled me in and kissed me, a couple of quick pecks.
"You are so sweet" he said as he smiled and kissed me again. "Sweet and wonderful and my professor besides. I can't let you get away; I want you around all the time. You and Jerry are making my time here at the university terrific." He pulled me up next to him on the sofa putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me in tight.
"Me and Jerry?" I questioned. A bit of a bummer since I was hoping he was thinking only of me.
"Yeah, dipshit and asswipe" he chuckled. "That's funny. You don't mind that do you, me calling you asswipe?"
"Oh Bob. That's disgusting and yes I object." I laughed along with him so he wouldn't take offence with my disagreeing with him.
"Well, too bad because you're stuck with it, my asswipe" he continued chuckling. "My asswipe, I like that. And we'll prove it because you're going to sleep with me tonight and I just might have you lick my ass all night long."
"You're staying here tonight?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm moving in. The kids already put my stuff in the bedroom."
to be continued
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