Doug and pete were both a little nervous about Tyrone and travis coming over for dinner, but the invitation had been made and accepted, and on Sunday night, they'd be giving a dinner party for someone other than Melissa. They had divided the work: Doug was going to make a Beef bourguignon as the main course with potato gratin and vegetables, while pete was going to handle the dessert: he decided on tarte tatin, with store bought puff pastry. Doug gave him all kinds of grief about that: pete was home most of the time now. His research was finished, and his dissertation proposal defended, and approved. Now, he just had to write the thing. His sponsor had given him a schedule for when he wanted each chapter. Doug continued to advise on editing. He needed to. "pete: what does this sentence mean: ' the vectoring vector vectored'." "Beats me." "Well, you wrote it." "Oh. I did." "Yeah, it's right here on page 7. " "Let me take a look. OH. Yeah, that doesn't make sense does it?" He giggled. "Maybe I wrote it just so you could reprimand me about bad writing and maybe gimme a spanking?" pete raised his eyes. Doug was getting ideas, but first.. "pete, you have to take this stuff seriously. Trust me. The dissertation will get a grade, and it'll be nice and general. But when you start looking for a job, people WILL call the committee, and they'll want to know more. " pete walked away, his hands thrust into his pockets. Doug had come to know that meant he was upset about something. He got up, and wrapped his arms around pete. "Ok, baby cakes. Tell me. What's on your mind." He nuzzled pete's neck and kissed his ear. "MMMMM. That feels good. But getting ready to be an adult... it doesn't Sir. It just doesn't. My sponsor told me what you did: the jobs are probably elsewhere, not here, and... could we make long distance work?" Doug sighed. He had been thinking about this, too. "I don't know pete. I don't. But I told you: if you need to go elsewhere for a job, I'll go with you and find something there. We WILL make this work." He moved his hands down to pete's waist and pulled him into him. pete could tell Doug was getting aroused, and he rubbed his butt against him, until he heard Doug sigh. "There's just so much more. My sponsor told me that at some point, I should really consider a haircut, and... I probably had to get a suit." "And....?" Doug had begun to bounce his crotch off of pete's butt, and when pete reached for his own crotch, Doug pulled his hand away. "Nope. That goes HERE." He moved pete's hand to his crotch. "pete babe, hair grows back, and you'll look damn good in a suit. It's a good idea to have one. You may never need it again, but... " He stopped. He knew he planned to ask pete to marry him. He'd have another occasion to wear the suit. Doug just wanted to keep mum for now. "I just feel like... well, I'm surrendering in a way I don't like." "MMMM. It would be the first time for you, wouldn't it? " He put a hand on pete's neck and squeezed it. "I'd have to live with your hair being short for a little while, but I'd make it work. " Doug LOVED running his hand through what he called "pete's bush," and they had discovered something else that turned them both on. Gentle hair pulling turned pete even more submissive, and Doug into even more of an animal. "GRRRRR. I'm going to the bathroom to pee. I expect to find you... ready." Doug let go of pete, kissed him, and went off to the bathroom. He'd meant to tell pete about his meeting with his old student, but that would wait. When he came out of the bathroom, pete was lying on the bed, face down, his hips arched slightly in the air. "OH.. Doesn't this look like a sweet boy just begging for cock..." Doug came over, and pete anwered weakly. "NO. I'm just trying to rest." "Roll over boy." "NO." Doug smiled. They had played this before and he liked it. He slipped off his shoes, and gently got on the bed on top of pete. He didn't come down heavy, but before pete could drop his hips back to the bed, Doug had an arm underneath him and gripped him tight as he whispered. "I...... GOT you... You gonna turn over?" "MAKE ME YOU BRUTE." "Just what I wanted to hear.." Doug began licking at pete's ear, before he started nibbling the lobe. pete resisted, trying to pull in tighter. Doug was patient. He knew there would be a moment when all of pete's muscles would relax. That's when he'd act. They did, and he had pete flipped over on his back, facing him. He pinned down pete's wrists. "Why are you making me work so hard to get what's mine, bitch boy?" "It's NOT yours. Maybe I wanna give it to someone else" "Well.... That's not happening..." Doug moved in to get pete's neck. pete resisted by turning his head in the other direction when pete came in, but at some point, Doug pressed his knee into pete's crotch, broke his concentration and got his neck. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER..." pete gasped. "You know what that does to me." "Yeah, I do. Now open your mouth you mother fucked..." Doug laughed. This was the kind of word play pete loved. He took Doug's tongue and began to moan and twist underneath him. He pushed his hips up. Doug left pete's mouth and just smiled at him. "What a lucky day that was..." He began opening pete's shirt. His hands moved skillfully up and down, gently stimulating pete, who began thrusting even harder. "SWEET JESUS WHAT YOU DO TO ME SHOULD BE ILLEGAL." Doug laughed. "Maybe it is. Call a cop." "OOOH. You'd be HOT in a cop suit. Officer Doug. " He kissed pete. "Halloween. I'll go as a cop, you go as a sailor. Work for you? Seeing you in tight white pants works for me." "yes sir.." pete realized he wasn't showing enough deference, and started. "Will you fuck me Sir? I need it. I need it BAD." "Oh yes, you do. You need it more than you need a spanking... " Doug opened pete's jeans, and then his. His cock was raging hard. He could swear that it had gotten longer since he began dating pete. His lover moaned as doug began pressing in. "OH YES. I got fucked at the proposal committee. This fucking is better." "DAMN WELL BETTER BE. YOU TELLING ME YOU HAD SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE?" "NO SIR. NO. It was just, just a figure of speech." Doug drove in. "If I hear you talking about getting fucked, it BETTER be referring to me, BITCH." They were in roleplay, but Doug was serious. pete was HIS. "YES SIR. YES SIR. OH GOD YES SIR..." pete's eyes were rolling to the back of his head as Doug pounded him. Then he pulled out. "ROLL OVER BITCH. I'M GONNA ENJOY THAT HAIR WHILE I CAN." pete smiled and did what he was told. Doug took him from behind, grabbing a hunk of his "'fro" as he called it. The minute Doug pulled back, the pain registered , but as pleasure for pete. "OH YEAH. OH YEAH DADDY. OH YEAH BIG DOG. FUCK YOUR PUP. FUK HIM. USE MY HAIR AS A LEASH. YES DADDY YES." pete had called Doug "daddy" one night, and that, too, had stimulated Doug way more than he thought it would. He had no idea what it meant to pete, and he wasn't asking. He was just pounding. "WHO'S MY BIO BITCH?" "me sir. me." pete answered in a small voice. Doug had let go of his hair, and was massaging his shoulders as he took pete from behind. "I'm gonna BREED you bitch. All the little dougies all over the place from ... my.. BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH." pete felt his lover's jizz filling him, and smiled. He wished he COULD bear pete's baby. He closed his eyes, and had a brief vision: something he had seen before, but hadn't told Doug: they were in front of a minister, saying vows. At the kiss, instead of kissing Doug, pete got on his knees and blew him: they were naked. Then there was an orgy in the audience. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK...." pete exploded and Doug just held him. He whispered "It'll all be alright."
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"Thank you so much for having us over, guys. We had a great time.
We'll retaliate soon." They were at the door. As if to make his point, Doug had his arm around pete's middle as they were saying goodbye. When they left, pete reached back to stroke Doug's beard. "I LOVE that you treat me like you own me." "Well, I do, boy. I have some big dog feelings about you, and I'll snap at anyone who tries to get at ya. Even if he DOES have eleven, or ten inches." pete laughed. "THAT's something I don't believe. If I were travis, I might not want to share that with anyone." "Hmmm. You never know. In my experience , a tight ass is harder to find than a big dick." pete was really a little tipsy. "Was mine tight enough, Sir?" Doug kissed him. "Still is, no matter how many times I'm in there." pete took his hands. "Hey, you told me you were gonna tell me about that lunch with your former student.. The dancer: Ahmad." Doug sighed. "Yeah. Tough situation. Ahmad has to go back home at the end of senior year. He's totally in love with dave. Hasn't told him yet. Doesn't know what to do." "WHY? " "Business reasons. His father has a big company. Oil refining. He's dying. There's a would be suitor, from St. Louis, but it's gonna be a long, drawn out process. He doesn't know when he'll be back." "SHIT. Kinda makes you put us in perspective doesn't it?" Doug nodded. "I thought that today. dave is gonna be in Italy on a dig for the summer, then he'll be back here for grad school. He has a mentor: a woman who used to be a grad student here, who came back, but beyond that...." "So what did you suggest?" "Well... I wasn't sure. I didn't think he should tell him right away, and make senior year miserable for both of them, and I didn't think he should drop it on him at graduation, so I told him to wait until second semester." pete winced. "When dave is writing his thesis." "FUCK. THAT'S RIGHT. Better solution?" pete shook his head. "I don't have one. I don't know what I'd do. Now, I hope that we can find something that keeps you here. You may be the best friend dave has." "What about you? You know, maybe we should cook for THEM one night?" pete smiled. "You've got your eye on that blond hottie." Doug retorted "You don't?" When they fucked that night, dave was on both of their minds.
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The next day, when Doug was out teaching his morning class, pete got a call. "Pete, how ya doing? Jake here." pete gulped. He expected that he would never hear from Jake again. "Hi Sir. It's good to hear from you." (why the fuck did I say that? pete asked himself). Jake laughed. "Doug's got you trained well. So, I'll be brief. The faculty newsletter came around, and I saw you defended the proposal. Congratulations." "Thank you Sir. (SHIT! I did it again!!!!!, pete thought). Now I just have to get the beast written." Jake laughed. "She's a bitch. Always. Not in a good way. But listen, if the committee passes you for oral defense, if you don't do something stupid like offer to blow them, it's a done deal. Only issue is distinction or not." pete laughed. "I just want to find a job." "Yeah, what are you guys doing about that?" "Well, Doug told me he'd pick up and follow me if I had to move. " Jake was silent for a minute. He realized that HE would have never done that. "You found yourself a good man pete. You deserved it." "Thank you Jake" (YES!!!! I left out the Sir). "Yeah, save your Sirs for Doug, pete." ("DAMN. HE NOTICED!") "Seriously, there aren't a lot of academicians who'd do that even for their husband. Hold onto this one. And listen up. I'm serious. Let's talk. I think I may have some ideas for where to look." pete was silent. "WITH DOUG. You guys should come over. Boi will make dinner for us. " "How's that working out by the way." Jake smiled. "I'm getting hard thinking about him right now. " "OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Jake. I think I should leave you to your... work.
Thanks for calling. I'll talk to Doug about getting together. I think he'd be interested too." "No prob. Be well, sweetheart and again, congratulations." As they ended the call, pete realized that that was the most pleasant conversation he had had with Jake. EVER. Was that anthony's work? Was it being married? " "HEY. You horny?" He heard the door open. Doug had come back for a couple of hours between classes. pete looked at him. "Does it matter Sir? The question is: are YOU horny?" "No , it doesn't" Doug smiled. He grabbed the slave necklace from the table. "You're gonna blow me, and then you're gonna explain why you're not wearing this." "GULP. Yes sir. Pete got on his knees. " Doug went back to his afternoon class with a smile on his face. pete needed a bit of time to recover from the spanking, but he smiled. The butt plug moved in him just a bit, but he was a "happy camper" as they say.