Buffalo Bob

This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. 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.

Buffalo Bob

Part 18

Okay, so where do we go from here?

Over and over again I keep going back and forth with Bob Martin, my Buffalo Bob. He is so beautiful and so persuasive that he keeps winning me over, and somehow, I simply can't resist him. But then he immediately does something outrageous, showing a callous attitude and playing with my emotions. He is the world's number one manipulator, not only to me but to my three instructors.

I was like a kid pulling pedals from a daisy: he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. I am fully aware that he is manipulating me, but somehow, I am not capable of stopping him. I am completely hooked on sthenolagnia, a worshiper of muscles, and his physique is so perfect that he keeps overwhelming my senses and my sensibility. Of course, he is startlingly handsome as well.

As angry as I get with myself, as I allow him the use me and abuse me, just looking at him makes me melt and gets me almost drooling with lust. He is the sexiest man I have ever seen, almost beyond my imagination, and he is irresistible. When he comes on to me, I completely lose control.

I've finally realized that Bob doesn't care what I think, or what my opinion is; he is going to be in charge, and he is going to make any decisions about our relationship. I'm the adult, the guy with a doctorate and he's barely out of his teens and in my mind immature, but there is no question that he has taken control of our relationship. From the very beginning I had intended to talk to him and allow my maturity to bring him around to my way of thinking: a sensible relationship based on love and trust.

But, to make it clear, from the very beginning I never thought of Bob as a potential partner because I considered him way out of my league, and I still believe he is the most gorgeous young man on earth. I never felt I was worthy of him, his sheer beauty, and never understood why he came on to me in the first place. But he did come on to me. If he had not, I would have simply admired him and lusted over him from a distance. But he's the one who started our relationship, and he has said he wants to continue it.

But it wasn't a real relationship anyway since he simply took charge. I was just slow on the uptake to realize it since I was so excited that he was interested in me. So, take it or leave it, he was going to own me and use me in any way he damn well pleased, regardless of what I might think.

Of course, I didn't want to accept that attitude, his manipulation, but he doesn't care. If he wants to fuck me, he's going to fuck me, and if he wants to abuse me, he was going to abuse me; and, most meaningfully, if he wants to ignore me, he is going to ignore me. I am obviously his toy, to be played with and used for his pleasure however and whenever he wishes, and then perhaps discarded.

I could try to cut our relationship off completely, but seriously I'm not sure he would allow it. Besides I'm not sure where I stand on that. I know he only uses me, uses me for his pleasure, but I'm not averse to that. Along with his beauty, that's what has attracted me to him in the first place: his dominance and forcefulness, his `devil may care' attitude, not giving a shit what I think, but simply taking pleasure as he sees fit. I was thrilled to go along for the ride.

So, here's where we stand. As much as I fought him and tried to stop him, he forced me to suck him off in front of Jerry. I struggled but eventually gave in and he once again turned me into his ignoble slave, forcing me to give him the pleasure he desired, and then walking away when he was done.

He didn't say a word as he zipped up and left my office. I was left there on my knees with his cum on my face and Jerry looking on in shock.

"Jerry" I said hoarsely as I stayed there on the floor getting my breath back. "Jerry," I started again, trying to clear my throat. But I didn't know what to say. What could I say after being literally raped and abused by my student, Jerry's student as well, right in front of him?

"I've got to go professor" Jerry said. "We'll talk later." He walked out of the office.

I just stayed there on the floor, my mind spinning and completely overwhelmed with emotion.

But here's the thing; I had just been raped. Okay, so I went along with it after he forced his cock in my mouth and I realized I had no choice. But it was still rape. I didn't want to do it and he forced me.

But I have to say this. It wasn't all bad. Okay, I said it. It wasn't all bad, it was exciting.

I have no doubts that every gay man's number one wet dream is to be raped by the most muscular, most gorgeous man on the planet. That definitely includes me. Yes, getting raped was exciting. I'm well aware that Bob just uses me for his pleasure with little or no consideration of my feelings, but I love being dominated by him and that is a big part of what attracts me to him. But being overpowered and forced while I'm fighting back turns everything on its head. Or does it, since it was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me?

But it's got to be over. This simply can't continue. As embarrassing as it is to admit it, my lust for him has blinded me to the fact that this is just playtime for him. He has taken control of me and my instructors with ease, purely to entertain himself. As horrible as it is to contemplate, it's possible that in two weeks, the end of the term, he will forget he ever knew us and will go on to the next group of chumps to play with.

Could he really that devious? Has he simply been entertaining himself at our expense; using us, abusing us, humiliating us, demeaning us, and now perhaps he'll simply discard us?

That's what it looks like, and I am devastated.

But I swear, it's all over now. The decision is made, really made. I am done. It's hard to believe, but I still have some self-respect left. I'm a young man with a great job and potentially a great future so this is absolutely going to come to an end.

I know it's not going to be easy to stop this, I've let it go much too far.

I love him and would love to have us stay together, but come or go, we were going to resolve this now. I'm willing to live with him, have him live with me, but he must learn to act like a normal human being.

So how do I change him? With his enormous strength he overpowers me every time I try to talk to him, and then I wimp out and give into him. That is going to stop. I still have enough self-respect to control my emotions and stop giving in to him. I simply must put my mind to it.

I can refuse to cooperate with him (I think), but how do I stop him from overpowering me? I haven't figured that out yet and I know I can't stop him physically, so I'll have to see if non-cooperation can slow him down to the point where he will actually listen to me.

I made dinner just for myself this evening and as I expected, he didn't show up. So, after one terrific pleasurable night absolutely blowing me away, and then being forced into a violent blowjob in my office, he's now going to ignore me? It he really going to pretend that nothing happened?

But I am determined. I can wait him out. My plans are made, and we are going to finally have a confrontation: he's going to listen.

But guess what? He outwitted me and I should have suspected it. He showed up at about eleven o-clock, but he wasn't alone; he not only had the two kids, the show-boys Nester and Steve, but he also had Ralph, the gigantic wrestler with him.

They were all laughing and having a good time as they walked in.

"Hey professor" Bob laughed. "How's my favorite asswipe?" I could tell he was a bit tipsy, in fact they all were, but even so, I was shocked. He'd raped me this morning for God's sake, and he wasn't even going to apologize? He's going to pretend that nothing happened this morning? At the very least I expected him to be regretful for what he had done and even ashamed to face me. But instead, I'm just his asswipe again? Even for Bob, this was barbaric.

"We've been celebrating" he said. "You'll be happy to know that Ralph just won the Big Ten heavyweight wrestling championship. And, let me tell you, that is really special."

"Hell. There was nothing to it" Ralph said, giving us a big grin and a quick flex of his right bicep. "Bunch of wimps, all of them."

"And surprise" Bob chuckled. "After we had dinner to celebrate, I asked him what he wanted for dessert, and you'll never guess what he said." Ralph joined him as they both laughed. "Well, maybe you've already guessed."

"You weren't my first choice," Ralph said with a laugh, "but I know you'll give me good time. I'm celebrating so I'll see to it." That sure got my attention. He was going to make sure I gave him a good time?

"Ah ... wait ...." I started to say but Bob interrupted.

"You weren't his second choice either since he wanted these two hellions, Nester and Steve, but I had first dibs on them and they're going to be busy tonight."

Bob didn't say what Ralph's first choice was, but since they were both here it wasn't hard to figure out who it was and why it was refused.

"I just couldn't refuse another go-around with the cutest college professor in town" Ralph said. "So don't you worry your head about being my third choice."

I was just standing there like an idiot, completely shocked, and literally speechless.

"Can we get something to eat" Nester said, and without waiting for an answer, he and Steve headed for the kitchen. I finally began to get my wits together.

"Bob" I said. I didn't even shout, but just spoke softly, haltingly. "You can't, .... you can't, .... you can't." I blubbered in despair since I knew it made no difference what I said. Bob was not going to listen to me, and it was clear he was going to let Ralph rape me. It was going to happen no matter what I said.

"Come on honey" Ralph said as he continued laughing. "I'm celebrating. I'm the champion and I'm on top of the world and I deserve a little fun." He stepped right up to me, only inches away, looking down at me. "Show me how thrilled you are to see me."

I quickly thought through what I knew about Ralph. He loved getting his ass licked most of all, but he was dominant to the extreme and demanded nothing less than complete groveling from his partners. He was cheery and laughing at the moment, but there was no doubt in my mind that if I wasn't sufficiently slavish that would change in a hurry.

"Ah ...., Ralph ...." I mumbled, trying to figure out what he wanted.

"Show me how thrilled you are to see me" he repeated. He said it calmly but obviously expected something from me. I had to react.

"Come on Professor" Bob laughingly said, "don't look so shocked. Ralph will give you a good time."

Before I could say anything, before I could decide how to respond, Ralph's patience ran out. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand and lifted me up on my tiptoes, almost off my feet.

"I remember you were a feisty one" he said with a laugh, "but hell, that's okay. I like that."

"Ack, ack" was all I could say as he was crushing my neck. These guys had only been in the room for, like, two minutes and already this was looking really bad for me. I knew Ralph was rough and demanding but this was happening too fast.

"Okay, have fun" Bob said as he turned away and left the room, evidently following the two kids.

Ralph was holding me right in his face with an enormous grin on his face. "Oh yeah, you are a pretty one, and I bet you remember the good time we had the last time. I told Bob you'd be worth another go-around."

He still had that big grin on his face as he set me back down on my feet and let go of my neck. As he let go, he gave me a slap, rocking my head back. "Now behave. Let's not get started on the wrong track."

"Ralph, please ...." I choked out.

"Now show me how thrilled you are to see me" he repeated for the third time. He still had that big grin on his face, but you can bet I didn't delay this time. Guessing that he wanted obeisance, I dropped to the floor, bent down and kissed his feet, one and then the other, and then again. "Okay, good start" he laughed. "Go ahead and get my shoes off while you're there."

So, giving in to the inevitable, I became a robot. Any dispute or disagreement was over, and I was simply going to obey. I had no choice. There was no question Ralph was going to use me for his pleasure and I simply had to endure it as best I could. Endure was the word since I knew he tends to take his pleasure violently.

At Ralph's direction I pulled down his shorts and stood and removed his t-shirt. Then I got back on my knees. As I looked up at him, he slapped me. He didn't say a word but had some kind of smirk on his face. He didn't hit me terribly hard, but it whipped my head to the side, and it stung. Then he just looked into my eyes for thirty seconds or so saying nothing. Totally scary and unnerving. Then he hit me again, a little harder.

"I hope you're ready to behave" he said, still holding that enormous grin on his face. "I have great expectations of you giving me a good time. Now, tell me how thrilled you are to see me."

You can bet I didn't hesitate. "I'm thrilled, Ralph" I blurted out. "I'm thrilled .... ah ....I'm really happy to see you again. Yes, I'm thrilled."

That got him laughing. "Oh yeah, that's more like it." He reached down and fluffed my hair. "Now you better understand that these muscles just whipped the best wrestlers in the Big Ten, and they need to be rewarded and you gonna be the reward." He gave a quick double bicep pose. "You gonna worship like you ain't never worshiped before. You can start by giving me a kiss."

As he said that, he humped his crotch forward towards my face making it pretty clear where he wanted the kiss.

I kissed his completely soft cock. "Again." I did it again. "Now kiss my ass."

I glanced up at him, but he just stared down at me without moving, still holding that big grin and flexing his big guns. I stayed there like an idiot looking up at him, as his smile began to change to a frown. Finally catching on that he wasn't going to move; I scurried around behind him and kissed his ass. I only hoped the delay wouldn't piss him off.

"Get in there and kiss." Remembering how strict he was, you do exactly what he says, so I pushed my face in his crack and kissed. Over and over. No suck, no lick, just kiss, exactly as ordered.

"I guess Bob's using your bedroom, so we'll stay here." He stepped over and sat on the sofa. "Strip."

I had been ready for bed, so I was wearing pajamas, so it took only seconds to get them off. "Leave the Jockey's" he said as I crawled over between his legs and looked up at him.

Now, you've got to understand. Bob is enormous and has muscles upon muscles of spectacular proportions. He is simply breathtaking, and yes, he took my breath away. I've always admired muscles, and Ralph is the biggest man I have ever seen. I admire him and that body of his deserves to be worshiped. Under normal circumstances I would love to worship him, but now I could only hope that he wouldn't hurt me too much.

"Ralph, please ..." I started to say. I was a mixture of awe and fear. Complete admiration and total terror. I wanted him but I knew he was going to be rough.

"You like what you see, don't you?" He chuckled since he could see the look in my face. "Oh, yeah, I got me a real muscle hound. You ready to worship?"

"Yes, yes, I do. Yes, I will. Yes, I am" I blurted out.

He was laughing as he slapped me, giving me a good wallop on the cheek, damn near knocking me over.

"Please Ralph, don't" I said as tears came to my eyes.

His smile got even bigger as I said that. He was enjoying this. "Let's get started baby. Give me another kiss and then start on my toes."

I leaned forward and gave his completely soft cock a kiss and started to bend down. "Hey, that ain't much of a kiss. Go ahead and use some tongue and give me a good smack." I moved back in, latched onto his cock and flicked away with my tongue for a moment and then pulled away with an audible smack with my lips. Ralph laughed and petted my hair. "Yeah, baby. That's more like it. Now, get on my feet."

As I began to bend down, he raised his feet and pushed them in my face and then slapped me with one of them. I started kissing one foot which was in my face, but he kept slapping me with the other. As I suspected, he was not going to let me worship, he was going to make me worship. He was in charge.

After slapping me around for a bit with his feet, he had me work my way up his ankles and calves, and then to his thighs. Ralph has extremely muscular bulging thighs, not uncommon in wrestlers, and as I worked my way around them with my mouth, he didn't force me or anything. I loved it. I'm a nut for muscular thighs and I was thrilled that he was letting me go at my own pace.

But good things must come to an end because he grabbed my hair and dragged me up in his face. "My own professor" he said with a laugh, "and a PhD besides. I'll bet you got a degree in tongue action." He actually leaned forward and gave me a peck on the nose. He was obviously pleased with me so far.

"Armpit heaven" he said as he raised an arm and pushed my face in. I got busy, not quite frantic, but definitely not slow, licking and sucking away, and that seemed to satisfy him. After a bit he moved me to the other side.

"Okay, now get on my chest" he said. "Give me some of that tongue action." I did what I was told and got busy. He let me go for only a minute or so before he grabbed my hair and took control. "Come on wimp. Get with it." Ralph is never gentle, and he wasn't now as he began to drag my head around his chest. Jerking my hair and banging my face into his chest, he started berating me, telling me how worthless I was.

"Shit, don't you know how to treat a real man?" He pulled my head back and slapped me, then slammed me back in. This was the real Ralph, the monster.

I was frantic, that slap hurt, and his jerking my hair was painful too. I gave up on kissing but was working my tongue and sucking, trying to please him. I don't know what else I could do but he wasn't satisfied.

"Piece of shit" he said as he jerked my head back. He stood up and turned around, putting his ass right in my face. "Okay, prime time. Get in there."

I was already expecting this because he'd made it clear to me that getting his ass licked was his favorite pastime. He'd also implied a threat that it would get unpleasant if he was not satisfied, so I knew I had to outdo myself. So, I went back into panic mode. I didn't even consider gentle kisses around his ass cheeks, but immediately pulled those cheeks apart and dove in. I did everything double-time, lapping tongue, quick kisses, high suction sucking, and then banging my nose in trying to ram my tongue into his hole.

He started laughing. "Easy does it honey. Slow down and enjoy the scenery, we got all night. Just show me how much you're in love. Complete adoration is what I want." So, I did slow down and tried to give him as much pleasure as possible. Instead of frantically trying to fuck his ass with my tongue, I sucked and kissed and licked my way around but gave major emphasis to his crack and his hole. Yes, I pushed my tongue well in, and yes, I kept pushing my nose in deep. This went on and on and on and he didn't say a thing.

I was happy. Not that ass licking is my favorite, because it isn't, but because he hadn't hit me.

"Let me get comfortable" he said. He'd been standing there with his back to me but now he got down on his knees in front of the sofa and put his face in his folded hands. He looked like he was in prayer and that's what he said. "I'm going to pray that you do a good job" he chuckled. "And you'd better pray too."

I pushed my face back into his ass.

"Work my cock. Keep me hard" he said, and I reached under him and grabbed onto his very large, very hard cock. And away I went. For the next fifteen minutes the only sounds in the room were the soft undertones of my eating his ass. I spit on my hand a few times, keeping his cock wet as I gently massaged it. He didn't say anything, but he did reach back half a dozen times and give me a slap alongside of my head, evidently meant to keep me focused. He also grabbed my hair twice and slammed my face in a couple times.

I was delighted. Okay, so he was slapping me around, but he didn't berate me, and he didn't actually hurt me, so I knew that was the best I could expect from him.

And then came Bob. He had been in my bedroom with Nester and Steve this whole time, over an hour, but now he and the boys came into the living room. The boys were fully dressed but Bob was still naked.

"Sorry to intrude Ralph, but's it's my puppy's bedtime and they have to go." Ralph did not move or react in any way, so I didn't stop what I was doing. Bob escorted the boys out of the room and turned back. "Don't let me interrupt what you're doing" he said with a laugh. "I wouldn't want to interfere."

Ralph rolled over knocking me back on my butt and raised his legs. As I got back on my knees he reached out and grabbed my hair and jerked me back into his ass, damn near pulling my hair out and causing me to yelp.

"Get back in there you piece of shit" he said as he banged my face into his ass a couple times." `Piece of shit?' I thought I was satisfying him. "Bob, you may call him asswipe, but he ain't worth shit at licking my ass."

"Sorry about that Ralph," Bob said with a laugh, "but you knew what you were getting, and he's not bad for a college professor. Okay, so he ain't the best, but that's why guys like you and me need to show these submissives how a real man wants to be served. Hell, me and you, we train these dummies, we turn them into decent cocksuckers, showing them how to grovel. We're performing a service."

That got my attention, shocked me in fact, even with Ralph banging me around. Bob seemed to say that I was lacking in some way. Me, Bob's professor and the guy with the PhD was a dummy, not even his equal? Ralph was his equal, but I wasn't? I was a lowly .... what? .... a drudge? .... an insignificant menial? .... a bottom to be used when there was nothing better available?

"Anybody would be better than this piece of shit" Ralph said as he slapped my head again.

I would swear I had been pleasing Ralph, he seemed to be perfectly satisfied until Bob came into the room. So, I could only wonder if he was putting on a show for Bob, proving how powerful and demanding he could be. They were both dominant muscle men, so maybe they were in competition with each other.

Meanwhile, I was back in the frantic mode knowing Ralph was unhappy and was going to start hurting me if I didn't do something to please him. I started banging my face in, fucking his hole with my tongue.

"If he's that bad give him to me and I'll try to shape him up" Bob remarked.

"Just let me finish up here" Ralph said as he dropped his legs on either side of me, grabbed me by the hair and jerked me forward, damn near pulling out my hair. His other hand was already on his cock, and he was jerking away. He held my face just inches from his cock as he started panting. He was obviously close already.

Then he fired, the first shot going clear over my head. Taking better aim he fired the second into my left eye and the third, fourth and fifth all over my face. Then he pushed it into my mouth giving me a tasted of his cum as he finished the last few shots.

"Ooooh shit" he murmured, and then laughed. "I guess he had me all hotted-up." He let go of my hair and settled back on the sofa.

"Must not have been so bad after all" Bob replied.

I guess I did have him all hotted-up since it only took him about twenty seconds to shoot. I know damn well I was doing a good job and I'm sure I was keeping him happy, so his complaining had to be just a show for Bob. Damn top men: they think they're gods and never act like they're satisfied.

"Come on professor, let's go to bed." I was still panting from my exertion of licking Ralph's ass, but I was happy to get away from him. Bob gave me a pat on the butt as I stood up, and then gave me a push towards the bedroom. "Good night, Ralph. See you later."

"Sit yourself down" Bob said to me as entered the bedroom and he sat down on the side of the bed. I gave him a confused look. "Sit" he said and pointed to the floor in front of him. I finally wiped the cum off of my face as I sat on the floor, my legs crossed, in front of him.

"I'm leaving" he said.

"You're .... you're what?"

"I'm leaving. I'm leaving the university."

"But the term is almost over. Exams are coming up next week."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not doing well in most of my classes. In fact, I haven't even been attending most of them."

"But .... what? You're going to give it up? You're going to drop out?"

"This was my mother's idea anyway, me coming here to Eau Claire; she's paying for it. I never wanted to come in the first place.

"But what are you going to do? You need a college education."

"I'm going to do what I do best. I'm going into full time bodybuilding. I'm going to be a professional."

"What? Is that ....? Is that a job?"

"Some money can be made, but I will need sponsors for now. You might even consider it."

"Bob, are you sure? Have you really thought this through?"

"What? You think I can't get sponsors?" he said with a laugh. "Hell, I've got three here in town already and three more lined up back home in Milwaukee. Sponsors ain't going to be a problem."

"But, what about your future? Without a college degree ...."

"Hey, take a look" he said with a laugh and performed the double bicep pose. "Look at this body. Just look at it. I'm gorgeous. The gays fall at my feet, and the straights climb over each other trying to get me to notice them. The girls cream their panties when I even look their way, and the straight boys get a hard-on when I smile at them. And they all want to be my best friend. I love this."

"But Bob. This isn't going to last. You've got to plan ...."

"I said I love it. I'm having the time of my life. I love the lust I see in everybody's face when I walk by, and I mean everybody, not just the gays. Do you know how many straight guys have blown me in the recent weeks? And I mean good looking hunky ones? A bunch: seven or eight, I think. I love seeing first time cocksuckers on their knees trying to satisfy me while I show them what it's like to be a submissive. You know me. I ain't gonna go easy on them. They bust their asses trying to satisfy me and I ain't easily satisfied."

"But Bob, think what you're doing. This can't last. You know it."

"Listen Bill." I wasn't aware Bob even knew my first name, my nickname. "Listen, I don't give a damn about the future. I love what I'm doing right here and now and I'm going to continue doing it. And I'm going to love it a lot more after I win a couple bodybuilding contests."

"But Bob. Are you talking about bodybuilding or about sex? Are you planning a future based on sex?"

"Ain't nothing wrong with great sex, and I'm going to take advantage of it as the most beautiful guy around. Besides, I've got a buddy in Los Angeles who says he can set me up in the porn business. There's good money there. Can you see me as a porn star?"

"Bob, be sensible. You've got to think this through. This can't possibly work."

"It's going to work, it's going to work just fine and I'm really excited about it." He reached out and gave me a couple gentle pats to the cheek. "Don't try to talk me out of it, teach. It's a done deal. I'm leaving tomorrow." I shouldn't have been surprised by this because Bob is nothing if not unpredictable. It's impossible to guess what he might do next.

I wasn't totally oblivious to the fact that his leaving would solve a host of problems that I had been unable to solve. This not only got him out of my apartment but completely out of my life as well, eliminating all the other issues. I'd been telling myself that this is what I wanted so I should have been thrilled but looking up at him and seeing how gorgeous he was...., well...., you know me. Now that I'm actually faced with it, I'm having doubts. The fact is, I love this guy. I'm not sure how I will deal with him going away.

"What about Jack...., and Claire...., and what about my class? What about your college degree?"

"You can stick your college degree. With this body and my sparkling personality, I can make my way anywhere without that stupid piece of paper." He was still chuckling as he reached out and fluffed and patted my hair treating me as if I were a little boy or a puppy. "Poor baby. I know you're going to miss me. And Jack, well I hate goodbye's so you can tell him tomorrow after I'm gone."

So, I gave up trying to convince him not to go. He was obviously determined, and it was sinking into me that this would probably be a good thing for all of us; Jerry, Claire, Larry and his wife, me, and Bob himself. And I imagined that also included dozens of students around campus that Bob had won over.

"Now, as my favorite professor, I know you want to give me something really awesome as a going away present? Any ideas?"

"Well, I could think of a couple things" I chuckled along with him. Of course, I know what he had in mind, and I was completely happy with that. I'd gladly blow him one more time.

"I bet you'd love to see me on my knees, wouldn't you?" That comment almost blew my mind. Mr. Hercules, Mr. Body-Perfect, Mr. Alpha Male, was he offering to suck me off?

"What?" I said in shock. "You .... say what?" Of course, I didn't believe it. As usual he was shocking me, playing with my mind.

He laughed and petted my hair again. "But that wouldn't be fair, would it? You'd be missing out on your last chance to give your favorite student, the love of your life, a going away present." He tweaked my nose and patted my cheek, he was laughing and trying to be cute. "I wouldn't want to deprive my favorite asswipe; you won't ever have to hear me say that again professor; I wouldn't deprive my favorite asswipe of one more chance to prove his admiration and appreciation."

Admiration and appreciation? Of course, I'd admired him, that was what it was all about, but appreciate? Did he need my appreciation? After all, he came on to me, not the reverse. Did he expect me to appreciate him for seducing me, using me and manipulating me, and making my life a living hell while convincing me to fall in love with him?

Bob was just sitting there on the side of the bed staring into my eyes with a constant grin on his face. His dick had gone soft, but his glorious naked body was there in all its glory. Yes, I appreciated him. The most beautiful man on the planet had seduced me, make me into his lover and his slave, and yes, I appreciated him for it. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. I wanted to show my appreciation.

"Ah, yes. I thought so" he said with a chuckle. "I already guessed what my gift was going to be but let's get more comfortable." He pushed my head back, raised his legs, and lay down on the bed. "Get up here." I got up on the bed between his legs and scrunched down so I could look up at him while I sucked. He was completely soft, but I knew it wouldn't take long to change that.

He was looking back at me, that big smile on his face, and as usual with me, I just melted. He is so gorgeous. And truthfully it is a thrill and an honor to be able to suck him. Even with Bob's comment about getting on his knees shocked me, I didn't expect or want him to suck me, and I would have freaked out if he had actually offered to do it.

Bob is a God. I love him for being a God and I'm going to miss him. Tears began to drip down my cheeks as his cock began to grow in my mouth. I was going to miss him a lot.

I give a great blowjob and Bob knows it, so I had nothing to prove during this one last time. But I wanted to make it special, so I didn't rush it and kept my eyes on him the whole time. He puckered up a couple times and threw me kisses, but otherwise just kept that smile on his face as he watched me.

He didn't react to the tears streaming down my face, but I think he recognized how painful this was going to be for me. Even as crazy as his actions had been, he knew that he had won my heart, and now he was breaking it. I'm not sure if he would miss me, but I knew I would miss him desperately.

It was getting late, and I had to work in the morning, but I didn't want this blowjob to end. I'd heard of people getting slow drawn-out blowjobs lasting three or four hours, but I'd never experienced one myself, but right now I wanted to. I wanted to keep this cock in my mouth.

But Bob had other ideas. He reached down and tussled my hair. I had been just holding his cock in my mouth this whole time as it grew to its full size giving it lots attention with my mouth and tongue but not moving it. But Bob now started to slowly move my head up and down. It wasn't as easy to look into his eyes now, but I kept trying as he bobbed me up and down on his full growth. He wasn't rough, and I didn't have to swallow him all the way, but he just kept up a steady motion. I loved it. I would do it for the rest of my life.

But he got hot. Reaching down with both hands, he held my head and began to fuck up into my face. Again, I love anything Bob does, and this was wonderful, but he kept this up for only a moment before he started doing what he does best: fucking his cock with my head. Gently at first, he started dragging my head up and down, but gradually he started speeding up and getting more forceful as he pushed me into his crotch.

He also began to go deeper, beginning to push the big monster into my throat. I said i wanted to make this blowjob special, but in fact I had no say in the matter. Bob was going to get the blowjob he wanted no matter what I thought or did. He started really ramming my head up and down.

I don't know what Bob had done with Nester and Steve, but I assume he must have cum at least twice with them, but it wasn't taking him long to get hot now. Maybe it was because this was really special, our last time together, but it was only a few minutes before he began to groan and began moving his hips.

And then he was there. Holding my head steady with both hands he slammed his cock deep into my throat twice and then just held me there.

"Yes" he yelled. "Yes, yes, yes," and he let fly, his first shot into my throat. He knew enough not to strangle me, so he pulled back immediately, almost all the way out. I had to cough to clear my throat, but his cum was squirting into my mouth and I didn't want to lose it, so I controlled the cough, only just barely clearing my throat so I could begin to swallow. I glanced up and was able to see the excitement in his face which gave me a thrill. He was in a frenzy, his eyes closed, his mouth open, still howling, as the excitement of the ejaculation overwhelmed him.

He was loving it and I was thrilled that he was loving it. I swear to you, it was an honor to be able to give this demigod so much pleasure. Yes, I was honored, thrilled, overjoyed to see that rapturous look on his face.

But tears were still flowing down my cheeks as I lovingly swallowed every bit of his cum.

"Oh shit, Bill, I'm going to miss you" he said, again using my nickname. "There ain't nobody about that can do what you do." I was still dripping tears and I still had his cock in my mouth, but I tried to smile at him. He petted my hair and then gently pulled me up, letting me climb up his body to his face. Holding me nose to nose and looking me in the eye he said: "I do love you, professor."

My Buffalo Bob pulled me into a kiss.

(I'm pretty sure that this is)

THE END

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