Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, read no further. If you have any feedback, please drop me a line at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com
This story is a sequel to a previous story I posted on nifty, called "My Summer Job."
Two weeks of classes. One term paper. Three exams. That was all that stood between me and the end of my college career. It would be an understatement to say that I was excited at the prospect of starting the rest of my life, even if I wasn't exactly sure where it would take me, either for the coming summer or for the years that would follow. I had contemplated going back to Idlewild Lodge, where I had spent the previous summer working, but neither my boyfriend Sam nor I felt like that was the right decision for either of us. That chapter of my life, of our life together, was closed. But just going out and getting a job didn't feel right, either. An adventure was in order. But where, and how to find it?
On that fateful day I had spent my whole workout at the gym turning different options over in my mind, and thoughts were still churning when I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower. All of these mental gyrations came to an abrupt halt, though, when I turned the corner into the shower room. Coming straight for me, dripping wet in all of his naked glory, was my very handsome, very well-built archaeology professor, William Polson. I think that I stopped dead in my tracks, floored both by his rugged good looks and the unexpected sight of him in the student locker room. Since I was standing right by the towel hooks that lined one wall, he immediately saw me and waved as he walked over.
"Mike, hey, how's it going?"
"Pretty good, Professor Polson. I'm just a little surprised to see you in here."
"Yeah, well, the faculty locker room is closed for repairs. Again. They just can't seem to get the damned plumbing up there working right." He reached for his towel and began to dry his dripping-wet body, which I discreetly tried to check out. No two ways about it, I would have been more than happy to rub down his muscular, hairy chest and solid legs, not to mention the long, fat piece of meat that drooped heavily over his dangling, swollen balls. Just being in the presence of his naked masculinity was enough to make my cock spring to life, and I had to will myself to keep my budding hard-on under control. Despite my best efforts, anyone who knew what to look for would see a conspicuous tent forming in my towel.
"I'm actually glad I ran into you," he continued as he vigorously dried off. "There was something that I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have time to come by my office this afternoon, maybe at the end of my office hours?"
"Sure. I'll be there at 4:00. Is this about my last paper? I hope that it wasn't too bad. I just didn't have it in me to pull an all-nighter improving it."
Professor Polson laughed as he wrapped the now-damp towel around his waist, finally hiding the family jewels from view. "Not at all. I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity that you might find interesting." As he walked away, I removed my towel and hung it on a hook. Just as I was about to go into the shower, he turned back and winked. "Actually, your paper was pretty good. Don't worry, I think you're going to graduate." Before he walked off, I noticed that he very quickly scanned his eyes over my now completely exposed body, pausing briefly to linger on my semi-hard cock and giving me something entirely different to ponder as I lathered up.
Later that afternoon, I trooped up the stairs of the old brick, ivy-covered building that housed the archaeology department and paused briefly before knocking on Professor Polson's door.
"Come," he called out from inside, and I swung the heavy door open. He was on the phone, but he smiled when he saw me and motioned for me to sit down. As he carried on a rapid conversation in a language I didn't recognize, I looked around at the chaos of papers, stone artifacts, and books that spilled into every corner of the small room. A large, framed map of a group of islands dominated one wall. Maybe a dozen photographs of Professor Polson in the field hung on another. In about half of them, he was posed shoulder to shoulder with another man, a big, strapping blond guy, similarly dressed in expeditionary clothes. Judging by the artifacts that they displayed for the camera, I concluded that they must have been co-researchers.
Finally, he hung up the phone. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mike. Thanks for coming by."
"No problem. What's going on?"
"Well, I won't beat around the bush. I've got a proposition for you. You probably know that you are one of the best students in my class, and I get the impression that you really like it, too."
"Absolutely. Your class is definitely my favorite this year."
"Good." He winked at me. "I'm always glad to have a satisfied customer. That leads me to my proposal. I'm in the process organizing a trip for this summer to a very remote island off the coast of New Guinea. I was there last summer on a surveying mission, and I found a very interesting site right at the end of the trip. I need to get back there to take a closer look before someone else does. Now, I normally take at least one assistant to help out, sometimes two, and I'd like to offer it to you. I don't know what your summer plans are, but I can pay you out of my grant, and I would cover all of your living expenses." He paused to let his words sink in. "So what do you think?"
"I think it sounds fantastic. But what exactly would I be doing?"
"Well, I'm not going to lie to you. There'd be a lot of hard physical work. If you want to spend a month on a beach somewhere, this probably isn't the trip for you. But I can promise you that you'll see things not many people ever would."
I could feel my level of excitement rising as I thought about what Professor Polson was proposing. "You said you sometimes take two assistants. Did you have someone else in mind?"
"Actually, this trip has just started to gel in the last couple of days, when the funding finally came through, and you're the first person I've talked to. I hope it isn't too late to find someone else. Otherwise you and I are each going to have a helluva lot of gear to carry."
"I may be speaking out of turn, but I actually know someone at another school, a real close friend, who might be interested. He's smart and very good in a tough situation."
Polson furrowed his brow. "It'd be a little unorthodox, to hire someone I don't even know."
"I could probably get him to come down this weekend, if you wanted to meet him and talk to him. I just think that I'd be a lot more interested in the trip if he came along."
My archaeology professor laughed. "OK, why don't you try to set up a meeting, and we can go from there. If your friend's the price of getting you to say yes, I may not have much of a choice."
And that's how my boyfriend Sam, Professor Polson, and I found ourselves a month later winging across the Pacific, on our way first to Hong Kong for a one night layover, and then on to points beyond.
"So remind me how long this flight is," Sam said as we reclined our seats and settled in. He and I were seated next to each other in a window and an aisle seat, and Professor Polson was seated right across the aisle to our left. He was already buried in the pile of reading he had brought on board.
"Oh, about thirteen hours, I think," I replied.
"Shit. I'm bored already."
No doubt about it, the flight was long. Two movies, two meals, and a magazine later, as the plane winged through smooth air and after the pilot had dimmed the cabin lights, Sam announced that he was going to try to get some sleep. I decided to follow suit. Doing our best to get comfortable, we raised the armrest between us, spread a blanket over our bodies, and closed our eyes.
I think that I actually managed to doze for thirty minutes or so before I became aware of Sam's roving fingers, inching their way under my T-shirt and across my stomach, into the waistband of first my cargo shorts and then my boxers, next migrating down to my leg and back into my shorts from below, before finally coming to rest on my zipper. No way, I thought to myself, before Sam proved me wrong by slowly pulling the metal tab down, creating a new opening into which his hand could burrow. Sliding his fingers through the fly of my boxer shorts, he came to rest on my dick, which was now hard and leaking slippery fluid. He was content to lightly stroke my meat back and forth, and I was more than happy to let him do it. There was no way I was going to let him make me cum (I didn't need that kind of mess in my lap), but even a little teasing was better than the other in-flight entertainment options.
Maybe one hundred miles passed high above the Pacific before I got curious myself. Sliding my hand over to Sam's crotch, I cautiously popped open the button-front fly of his shorts. Slipping inside, I discovered that he was wearing tidy-whiteys, which presented a little bit more of a challenge for me than my loose boxers had for him. Persistence eventually paid off, though, and my fingers finally penetrated the opening and encountered his rockhard cock. Using my index and middle fingers like a clamp, I was able to manipulate his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive cockhead, creating friction that he seemed to appreciate.
We kept this up for quite a while, stroking and jacking each other, ratcheting our excitement up and bringing it down, stoking a fire that wouldn't be extinguished until later, when we had some real privacy. I did my best to maintain a stoic expression, so that none of our fellow passengers would be able to deduce what was going on under the blanket, but my guess was that an observant person would have been able to figure it out. Finally, the captain announced that he was going to raise the lights in anticipation of the final meal service and landing. I whispered to Sam that it was time to get everything tucked back in, and we did our best to straighten things back out. Glancing over at Professor Polson, I initially thought that he was asleep, but I quickly realized that his eyes were actually open just a hair, and that he was looking our way. I hoped that he hadn't seen too much.
The rest of the flight went quickly, and clearing customs was pretty unevenful. I think that all of us were grateful for that; it had been a long flight, and we had more or less lost a complete night of sleep. Even though it was only 7:00 in the evening when we checked into the airport hotel, where we would spend our one night layover, none of us seemed particularly interested in going into the glittering city of Hong Kong.
"Do you boys want to get something to eat, or do you just want to get some rest?" Professor Polson asked as we rode the elevator up to our adjoining rooms.
"Gee, Professor Polson, I'm really not hungry now." I turned to Sam. "What about you?"
"I need a hot shower more than food," he replied.
"OK, I guess I'll just take a nap myself. And by the way, you both should quit calling me Professor Polson. I go by Will to my friends and fellow partners in crime."
"Will it is," I replied, opening the door of the room that Sam and I would be sharing. "Do you want us to let you know if we go down for some food later?"
"Sure, just knock on my door."
Once inside our room, I dropped my luggage, flopped onto the bed, and heaved a great sigh.
"It sure as shit feels good to be out of that plane," I said, lacing my hands behind my head and watching Sam's reflection in the bathroom mirror as he took a leak. "Are you going to take a shower now?"
Sam came back into the bedroom, not even bothering to tuck his cock back inside of his shorts. "Maybe, as long as I have some company." He skinned off his T-shirt and stepped out of his shorts and underwear, and his fat, uncut cock began to rise to the occasion. "What do you say?"
"I say that you got me very horny on the plane, and I'm gonna make you pay."
I quickly stripped off my clothes and followed him into the neat, compact little bathroom. Slipping into the shower behind him, I took the shampoo and began to lather his wavy brown hair, working up luxurious suds that coursed over his body as he rinsed himself under the spray.
"Mmmm, that feels nice," I whispered into his ear, as I slid my torso back and forth over his slippery body. My large cock was now completely hard, and I wedged it into his asscheeks as I leaned around and slipped my tongue into his sensitive ear canal. Grabbing the soap, I began to lather his body under the hot water. I deftly retracted his meaty foreskin, exposing his leaking head, which I began to molest with my slippery, soapy fingers.
"Have I ever told you how much I love playing with your uncut cock? Your foreskin's so fucking hot and sexy."
"I like it when you rub your cut cock against mine. Your cockhead is so fucking naked and horny."
I turned him around so that he was facing me, allowing me to grasp our jerking tools together.
"You mean like this?" I asked as I rubbed them together. Sam was right about my cockhead; it was dark purple and swollen, and it pulsed with horny electricity.
"Oooh, yeah. I like to see it squirt hot cum out of that big slit."
"But how're you gonna see that if it's buried in your ass? I told you I was gonna make you pay for teasing me the whole flight, and I think that means I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you."
Sam reached down and inserted a finger between our cockheads while I continued to pump our shafts together. "You mean you're really gonna stick this big prick into my tight hole?"
"I'm not just gonna stick it in there, I'm gonna fuck that hole till you can't stand it anymore." I put my lips on Sam's and darted my tongue into his mouth. He tasted hot and sexy, and I reveled in the intense feeling as I ground my body against his and bounced our cocks together. Without even bothering to dry off, I grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the shower and over to the bed, where I pushed him down onto his back. Poised over him on all fours, I alternated kissing his mouth and his neck, and I used my hard cock to poke at all of the sensitive spots in his groin. He flinched with anticipation every time the tip of my cock made fleeting contact with his clenching hole.
"You want me to fuck you?" I murmured.
"Ooh, yeah, just fucking plug me," Sam groaned, positively quivering with excitement.
I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a complimentary bottle of lotion, cracked it open, and lubed up my thick organ and his tight pucker.
"Are you ready?" I asked, wiggling first one and then two fingers through the fleshy hole. The canal inside was boiling hot, ready to rock and roll.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Just give me that big cock of yours."
Pushing his legs back with my strong forearms, I deftly wedged the tip of my cock right where it needed to be and slowly poked through. Sam let out a deep groan, one that rose in volume, as I pressed in further. He exhaled deeply, I guess in both relief and pleasure, as soon as my cockhead completely popped through his inner sphincter. I'm in for the duration now, I thought to myself, knowing that his ass would fight to keep me inside until he came. Very exquisite sensations radiated out throughout my body as inch after inch slipped into his velvety sheath. Finally, my pubes came to rest up against his muscular butt, and I was completely buried. Savoring the wonderful sensation of being encased inside his hot body, I lowered myself down onto him and nuzzled his neck.
"How's that feel," I whispered in his ear.
"Just fucking amazing," he replied as his butt squirmed around a little, trying to create some friction. "You feel me up so nice, so full."
"You like it when you're already full?" I asked as I began to stroke back out. "Or do you like it better when I'm filling you back up?" I quickly pumped back inside, scratching every horny itch I could find on the way.
Sam didn't really reply, he just groaned loudly, which I took to be an expression of pleasure, so I continued pumping in and out. No matter how many times we have had sex, fucking Sam has always been like a new discovery, each time revealing new horny potential in every nook and cranny of his butt. The sensation of my hard flesh sliding against his quivering canal just sends me to the moon.
We fucked like that for a good long while, but eventually Sam must have decided that he wanted to take a measure of control. Reaching up, he pulled my body down on top of his and, while hungrily kissing me, rolled us over, with me still buried deep in his ass. Once on top, he began to absolutely ride me, greedily devouring my cock with his butt. It was unbelievably exciting to watch his erect cock bounce up and down as he impaled himself again and again on my glistening organ, and I reached up to explore his smooth chest and pluck his hard little nipples. I'll be the first to admit that it was a bit of a struggle to keep myself from cumming prematurely, but there was no way I was going to shoot before Sam got off.
Once he was in charge of the tempo, that didn't take too much longer. I had started to jack Sam's cock in time with the pistoning that his butt was receiving, and that was enough to bring into focus what mattered most to him in that instance, which seemed to be relieving the ache that had developed in his balls. His big, smooth, egg-shaped low-hangers had pulled up taut against his body, as they prepared to unload their contents. I fingered this sensitive flesh even as I continued to jack him off, and he began to loudly groan.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna fucking cum, Mikey boy." A fine spray of cum droplets squirted out of his cockhead and rained down on my tanned chest. Is that all, I thought, as there was a momentary pause. That was definitely not all. Impaling himself once more on my cock, Sam reared back and let the cum fly. Thick ropy streams jetted out of his pulsating organ, coating my pecs and reaching my chin. Just the sight of that much cum squirting out of my boyfriend's cock was almost enough to push me over the edge. I reached up and pulled him down on top of me, giving me wide open access to his defenseless hole. All I wanted now was to get off, and I fucked him with wild abandon, in my mind's eye seeing the flood of sperm that he had just unleashed over me.
"Oooh, yeah," I groaned, pumping deeper and deeper, reaching down to feel my shaft drive into his fleshy ring. "Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with cum. I'm gonna just fucking fill you up." Driving in to the hilt, it felt like my cock literally exploded as it injected its load of sperm deep into Sam's guts. "Do you feel that? Can you feel that?"
"Mmm, feels very nice," Sam said. "I wish your cock was always in my ass."
I shivered involuntarily, and I flinched when Sam strummed a finger over one hard, protruding nipple. Very intense, pulsating waves of electricity radiated and re-radiated through my body. Every hair on my body seemed to be standing straight up, and every square inch of skin seemed to be hypersensitive. It was truly a monster orgasm.
Sam slowly pulled himself off of my still-twitching cock, and he curled up against me, spooning our bodies together. He reached back and guided my still-hard cock up against his hole, and I gently poked through, into the now quite slippery canal. We relaxed like that, with me buried deep inside his body, slowly feeling sleep begin to wash over us. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a cough coming from Professor Polson's, or rather Will's, room, and I idly wondered whether he had been able to hear our fun. I decided that I would worry about that later, and I slept.