This and all of the stories in this series are works of fiction loosely based on personal experiences in the past. They contain homosexually oriented material not intended for those under the legal age. Only a fool would have unprotected sex today.
HE SAID HIS NAME WAS JOEY BY JIMBO
An exciting but frightening experience with a couple of student hustlers during his first year of teaching caused the professor to run quickly toward the nearest closet. He was determined that no student would ever get him in a blackmail position again. A "straighter" faculty member would have been hard to find the next two years.
He dated and then married a wonderful girl who taught on the same faculty. Theirs was certainly not an ideal marriage...it certainly involved very little sex. But they were great companions for each other, liked so many of the same things, and became best of friends. He remained faithful and, though constantly frustrated, managed to bury himself in his work and forget the gay life of the past.
Since the Community College had two campuses--one on the east and the other on the west side of town--he spent a great deal of time traveling between the two campuses. The opening of a cross-town interstate improved that travel problem greatly. He generally spent the mornings on the east side and the end of the day on the west where he lived. Lunch was an intransit occasion.
The cross-town interstate intersected the major north-south interstate at one point which was very close to a large wooded parkland known to the locals as "Fairyland Forest." Since it was so easily accessible from all parts of the city, it became an ideal cruising spot for roaming gays. The professor knew nothing of this at first and began stopping in the park to eat his lunch on nice days.
Soon he became only too aware of what was happening. The activity was very overt and he was actually propositioned several times himself. He even witnessed blowjobs being given through the car window in the parking lot even though it was well known that the rangers patrolled regularly. He was fascinated by the men following other men into the heavily wooded areas, but he was determined not to get involved himself.
One day he arrived earlier in the day than usual because his classes on the east campus had been cancelled. As he sat in his car admiring the blue of the sky against the reds and oranges of the autumn landscape, a dilapidated wreck of a car limped into the parking lot. Its driver lingered behind the wheel staring toward the professor's car his face obscured by a baseball cap. Finally he left his car and stretched his body in an undulating fashion that left no doubt about his intent. His torn and overly well-worn jeans were plastered to his lower body as tightly as the muscle tee shirt clung to his perfectly proportioned upper body. He ended his stretch with a familiar caress and hike to his obviously well-endowed package.
Then he moved seductively into the wooded area looking back frequently at the professor. No one else was in the parking lot that morning. When the professor didn't follow, he came back to the edge of the woods and and traced the outline of his now erect penis in his pant leg. The professor's will- power was gone; he left his car and followed the young man deep into the woods.
He caught up with the younger man as he stood leaning against a tree near a creek looking off into space. The professor moved in close and cleared his throat. He really didn't know how these encounters were supposed to take place. The young man turned slowly, his jeans almost bursting with a beautifully cut cock that was almost visible through the overly worn material. The professor was shocked when he saw the face above the perfect body. The boy had the face of an old prize fighter. His nose had been broken and so had his cheek bones. There were several glistening scars around startlingly blue eyes. The blondish hair under the baseball cap was long and unkempt.
"See anything you like?" he said.
"Gee, it's a beautiful day. Guess we won't get many more of these, will we?"
"You want to talk about the weather or put your hands where your eyes are?"
"I...I'm not sure...I ...you..."
"Look, I ain't got all day. Do what you want til you get one load and it'll cost you twenty bucks. You wanta fuck my ass...it takes another ten."
Sheepishly the profesor reached for his wallet and suddenly realized how foolish he was to come into the woods with money and jewelry. He handed over a twenty and stood looking at the young man squeamishly.
"You want my clothes off or what. You got twenty minutes...a buck a minute. Let's go."
Slowly the professor reached to the bulge in the man's pants and fondled it through the thin material. A hole near the mushroom shaped head provided an opportunity to actually touch it! Getting braver, he opened the man's fly and pulled his pants down. With one hand the man lifted his tee shirt to display hard abs and well-formed pecs. This was a body which had seen much hard work.
The professor began to fondle the body and the perfectly formed prick and balls. There was very little body hair except in the immediate pubic area. He put his hands around the back and grabbed hard, tight buns. He dropped to his knees and began to lick the beautiful shaft and balls. The boy made no sound and showed no particular response. The professor took the head in his mouth and began to ease the long shaft into his throat. Once he was able to take it all, the boy's hands clamped on the back of his head and he began the pelvic thrust as the professor's hands moved into the crack of his ass and he began to work his fingers in and out of the willing anus.
All too soon the boy jerked his dick from the professor's throat and exploded cum into the nearby weeds. Standing up against the tree, his pants still around his ankles. he growled,
"You like that meat?"
"Your body is so beautiful," the professor blurted out. "What happened to your face?"
"My old man took care of that when I was only sixteen. Jealous. He caught me stealing his tricks."
"You mean...tricks...like ...men like me who pay?"
"What other tricks you think? Sure. Guys what paid him to suck his dick or fuck his ass. He had a whole string of old codgers who were regular customers. So me...I figured if they paid a forty year old guy like him...the oughta really pay for a young stud what could shoot five or six loads a night. So...I knew em all...they been coming to the house ever since I could remember...I don't remember my old man ever having any regular job...so...I'd go out in the street and catch them before they got into the building and show em what I have and tell em to make a bid. I was doin okay too til my old man found out. He beat the shit outa me and said no one would ever want me again and threw me out."
"What about your mother?"
"She was turning the tricks that didn't want my old man! She was pissed off at me too. Aint seen any of them for five years now."
"Don't you have any other job? A trade? A field of expertise?"
"You make me laugh. Hell I never went to no high school. I ain't got any papers. I live in my car. You're boring me. You wanta take another ride for another twenty bucks or clear out while I grab me another fairy? I feel a hardon coming on."
The professor pulled out another twenty and began to run his fingers over the young man's body. One hand reached the firm ass while the other held the eight inch, circumsized beauty. Suddenly he felt the young man's hand on his fly.
"You want...I'll jack ya...I don't do nothin else, but I don't mind jackin a guy."
So the professor felt his own pants drop to the ground and to his great embarrassment he felt felt himself climaxing almost immediately...it had been too long. He dropped to his knees quickly and began to work the blood-filled head and piss slit before swallowing in on the dick once more. And once more at the point of climax, the young man quickly withdrew.
"Looks like you really needed that, man. You maybe wanna make a steady date? You just tell me the time."
They pulled up their pants and made themselves presentable again as the professor agreed to meet him the following week...there in the park.
"And from now on use your head and bring some condoms," were the young man's parting words.
During the following week, the professor was in personal torment. He felt that he had done something terribly wrong, but, at the same time, couldn't get the younger man out of his mind. He found himself picturing that well-formed body during lectures. He went to lunch and felt once again that shaft penetrating his throat and the beautiful balls hitting against his chin. By the following Thursday he had a hardon almost from the time he got out of bed in the morning and eagerly made his way to the park.
"Thanks for coming, buddy," said the young man. "Name's Joey. Appreciate you being here. Lots a guys don't show up and I waste the gas gettin here."
"Where do you live, Joey?"
"In my car. Say...if you got the time and want to walk a little deeper into the woods, I'll strip for you."
"I'd really like that. But it's getting pretty cold for that. isn't it?"
"Hell, no. I've stripped in blizzards. I can take most anything. You bring the money?"
"Sure." The professor felt very wise. He had put his wallet and jewelry into the car trunk before driving to the park. He had only the forty bucks he intended to give Joey in his pocket. As they went into the woods, the professor looked at the beautifully formed, tight buns under the stretched denim that led him. In his own methodical way, he wondered where the boy showered or did his laundry if he lived in his car. He was certainly spotlessly clean.
True to his word, Joey stripped completely and the professor was overwhelmed by the sight of this beautifully proportioned, hard body silhouetted against the bright sun shining through the few remaining orange leaves on the trees. Soon his hands were all over the smooth, youthful skin. It was the skin of a boy, but was certainly the cock of a man. When his fingers were saturated, he began to explore the body with his tongue. When he reached the shaft and began to lick the swollen head, Joey suddenly pulled back and said," Conndom...remember?"
The professor rememberd and lovingly applied the condom. The boy fucked the professor's face as the professor continued to explore his body and particularly his firm buns and rectum. When he had shot his wad, he leaned back against a tree and said,"You better clean me up if you want seconds." Dipping a handkerchief into the creek, the professor washed the still erect penis when he had removed the condom and then applied a second condom. The professor threw the handkerchief away and returned to face Joey who was still leaning up against the tree fully erect. The professor's pants tented out revealing his own arousal. Joey reached out and unfastened the professor's belt and zipper and let his pants fall. As the pants reached the ground, Joey grabbed the professor's ass cheeks and pulled him close.
Soon they were grinding their pelvic areas together as the professor became more and more aroused. He found himself kissing Joey's neck and finally pressed his lips against Joey's and thrust his tongue into his mouth.
"Never kiss a whore," said Joey as he turned away and bent slightly to present his ass. "But I liked that. Most guys get turned off by my ugly face. Fuck my ass. Go on. I'll give you a freeby for the kiss."
The professor put his hands on Joey's shoulders, turned him around, held him close and continued to kiss the ugly face and thrust his tongue into the battered mouth. Soon both of them had reached a climax with the profesor's huge load spilling out over Joey's beautiful body.
They got themselves together and made a date for the following week. The arrangement continued on a weekly basis until it became cold when the "date" moved into the professor's car and what intercourse they could manage took place in alleys, parking lots, side streets...wherever it could be managed in some semblance of warmth and safety. The professor noticed that Joey had been losing weight and doing a lot of coughing. One day in December, a real snow storm was raging and the professor almost copped out on the date. But he imagined Joey waiting in the cold and drove to the park. There was no sign of Joey's beat up old Ford. But almost as soon as the professor pulled in to his customary parking space, Joey came from behind a tree and jumped into the passenger's seat.
"Where's your car?"
"Got ripped off. Lost everything."
Joey was wearing only a light summer weight jacket and was coughing violently.
"You mean, you only have what you're wearing? Where have you been sleeping?"
"Don't worry about it." He pulled his pants down and revealed a limp, flaccid penis. "Go ahead and take what you came for."
The professor told him to pull up his pants and drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital emergency room. Joey had passed out by the time they arrived. The professor waited while the boy was admitted, gave his own name, and said that as far as he knew, the boy was homeless. The professor promised to stop back the next day.
He kept his word and stopped at the hospital on his way to work the next morning. The nurse told him that the boy had died of pneumonia much earlier that morning. They asked if the professor knew anything at all about the boy. He said all he could say, "He said his name was Joey."