Pounding the Prof, Chapter 22
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When I woke up on New Year's Day, the last guy who fucked me was still asleep in my bed. I went on Grindr to try to figure out who he was and found that it was a guy I'd invited much earlier in the night who I thought had flaked out. He'd only sent a couple of cock pics -- a beautiful, huge black cock -- but I was sure that it was him.
I pulled on a pair of sweats and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I made some toast and spread it with orange marmalade and ate a leisurely breakfast, while I checked the news on my laptop. I peeked into my bedroom, and the stranger was still asleep, so I watched a little TV. When he still wasn't awake, an hour later, I decided to do a load of laundry, thinking that getting my laundry out of the bedroom might wake him up. But it did not.
Half an hour later, I heard stirring, and then the guy came walking into the living room, stretching in all of his naked glory. His cock was half full, bouncing from side to side as he stretched. This guy was fit as hell. He had muscular arms with a few tattoos, huge pecs, and amazing abs. His hair was in a neat fade, kind of high on the top. I was guessing that he was in his late twenties and probably worked in some sort of physical job that kept him fit.
"Shit, man. Sorry," he said, as he yawned and stretched again.
"Morning," I said.
"Guess I crashed."
I looked approvingly at his amazing body, and he smiled and gave his cock a couple of tugs.
"Come here," I said, and he walked over to me on the couch. I immediately took his cock in my mouth and started to caress it with my tongue. He took my head and forced it further down on his cock. I went up and down on him and occasionally went down for deep throating that made me gag. That made him produce tons of pre-cum. He bent forward, reached his hand down along my back, and tickled my hole with his finger.
"Imma have to get some more of that ass, baby," he said.
"Come on," he said and walked toward the bedroom.
He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and started slicking up his cock, which now had grown to its full length, at least 9 inches and thick as a beer can. I climbed on the bed and got into position -- ass up, head down. He fingered a little lube into my hole and then pressed his cock into me. My ass resisted his width a little, but I had been stretched a lot the night before. I worked to relax, and with a little pushing he had bottomed out in me. He grabbed my hips and started pumping in and out, pounding hard as he bottomed out on each thrust. He was thick enough that I could feel him, even after the workout I'd gotten the night before, but it felt great. Before long, he was groaning and tensing up, and then with a hard push deep into my ass, he shot his load, 6 or 7 squirts.
"Fuck yeah!" he shouted.
"Nice way to start the new year," I joked.
He pulled out and used a T-shirt to wipe his cock clean.
"You mind if I grab a shower?" he asked. I showed him to the bathroom and got a towel for him. He took a long shower, and then got dressed, gathering his clothes that were strewn across my bedroom floor.
"Man, gimme your digits. I can drop by to tap that ass again sometime."
I gave him my number. "I'm Adam," I said.
"Jovani," he said and called me so that I would have his number. "Call me when you got the itch. You got a tight little ass."
I saw him to the door, and he left with a nod and a wink.
I showered and cleaned my apartment a little. Then, feeling kind of lazy after the long night, I lay down for a nap. It was already early afternoon.
My phone buzzing woke me up a few hours later. It was Damion calling.
"Yo, prof, how was your New Year's?"
"Happy New Year, Damion," I said.
"You have any fun?" he asked.
I told him about my wild night, and my unexpected overnight guest.
"Shit man, that gets me so hard. Wish I coulda been there to see it. You know I love your hole when it's all sloppy."
"How about you?" I asked. "You have any fun?"
"More than I expected," he said. "We went to this party, and it was pretty lame, so my one friend Jose said he heard about another party, so we went there, and it was hopping. It was at somebody's house, with people all over inside and out. We were all drunk and dancing. It was so hot inside the house that most of the guys had their shirts off so I got to touch a lot of flesh. There was this one cute guy a couple years older than me and he was checking me out, so I walked over and just grabbed his ass and he leaned up and kissed me. I led him to a bedroom in the back and pulled down his pants and just bent him over and fucked him. I shot my load and left him like that. Never said a word."
"You're cold, man," I laughed.
"Nah, he was into getting used."
"So that was it?"
"Nah, man, you know me! I was still horny as fuck and drunk too. My friends were all straight, but there was a group of gay guys, and they were talking about going over to one of their houses nearby for some fun, so I tagged along. There were like seven guys, and we all got naked. We were making out and trading blow jobs and shit. I must have fucked like five asses. I came two more times. Damn it was fun!"
"Sounds like it!" I said. "Wish you'd taken pictures."
"Oh, wait," he said. "I did take a video. I'll send it."
There was a pause.
"Wish you coulda been there prof. I miss you."
"Sounds like you're having fun anyway," I said.
"Yeah, but I have more fun with you," he said.
"Me too. I miss you."
We talked a bit longer and then hung up. A moment later, I got a message notice. It was the video from Damion. It was a short clip of his raw dick pumping into a small white ass from behind. I could hear moaning and some grunts from nearby. "Fuck yeah!" I could hear Damion say. The video got me instantly hard, so I jerked off, watching it again and again.
My New Year's adventure turned out to be my only fun of the winter break. I was teaching two new classes in the spring term, so I had to do a bunch of reading, finish the syllabi, and prepare lectures slides. I got a little research and writing done as well. To be honest, though, I was missing Damion, and while my encounters without him had been fun, I just didn't feel like hooking up any more. I was mostly looking forward to reuniting with him.
Damion came back to town in the second week of January. I had been getting increasingly excited for days about seeing him again. I'd been jerking off, remembering a few of the gang bangs we'd had. But as the day of his arrival grew closer, my jerk off fantasies focused more and more on just me and Damion, on him kissing me as he fucked me, on the times he let me fuck him. I had to laugh at myself for the way that jerking off was making me sentimental.
When I picked Damion up at the airport, I was planning to go inside and meet him, but his plane came early, so by the time I got there, he texted me to just pick him up at the curb. I was strangely nervous and excited. I saw him standing at the curb, and my heart fluttered a little. When he saw my car, a broad smile spread across his face. He tossed his bag in my back seat, then climbed in next to me. He leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, and I put my hands on his face and kissed him back, until a car honked behind us.
"Guess we gotta go," I said.
"Hey," he said. "Nice to see you."
I reached over and gave his leg an affectionate squeeze as I maneuvered the car back into the flow of traffic.
"Nice to see you too," I said.
As I started driving to get out of the airport, I could sense him staring at me.
"What?" I said. "Is something wrong."
"It's good to see you," he said with a big smile. "I missed you."
I blushed a little and smiled, and he leaned over to try to get closer to me, but the seats didn't really allow, so he ended up just reaching over and taking my hand in his, while I used the other hand to direct the steering wheel.
"So, should I drop you at the dorm?" I asked.
"No," he said. "Let's go by your place."
"I like that idea," I said. "We need to make up for lost time."
"We do," he said.
We were quiet for a few minutes. I think we were both anticipating what was about to happen. I glanced over and saw that his sweatpants had a growing bulge in them. I broke my hand free from his and reached over to give his cock a squeeze.
"You miss that too?" he asked.
"You know I did."
"Nah, you probably got dicked down plenty."
"Not that much," I reassured him. "It's been two weeks since I got any at all. How about you? You have any more fun?"
He shyly grinned a little.
"I had some fun. You know I can't go for very long without getting off. Went back to see my storekeeper friend again. And I got on Grindr a couple of times."
"Oh yeah? Do tell."
"Fucked a couple of college boys and one hot daddy."
He paused a moment.
"But I was wishing I could get into you again," he added.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" I joked. "You forgot all about me."
"No!" he said, earnestly. "I really didn't! I'm telling the truth when I say I missed you."
"I know, Damion. I'm just giving you a hard time," I laughed.
"No, man, I'm gonna give YOU a hard time, if you know what I mean..."
He said this in his sexiest voice, but I laughed a little anyway at what sounded like a dad joke. Well, if dad jokes could be X rated.
"You better, `cause my ass is itching to get fucked," I said.
We got to my apartment and went inside. As soon as we got in the door, Damion tossed his bag on the floor and was all over me. He grabbed me and pulled me hard up against him, while his tongue explored all around my mouth. He held me in a tight hug while he kissed me, then his hands roughly moved around my body, squeezing here and there before they settled on my ass, where they held my ass cheeks tightly.
"Get naked," he ordered, and peeled his own coat off, then proceeded to quickly kick off his shoes and take off his T-shirt and sweats. His hard cock popped out, and I saw that he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Free balling on the plane?" I commented as I slipped out of my own clothes.
"You know it, baby. Gotta advertise the goods. Now get your ass to the bedroom so I can fuck it," he commanded.
I liked this aggressive side he was showing. He walked with purpose to the bedroom, and I trotted behind, appreciating his smooth brown skin, lean muscular frame, and firm ass.
We got to the bed, and he pushed my shoulder down so that I would suck his cock. I knelt down on the floor and took his hard cock in my mouth while he sat on the bed. It tasted so good. I started to go down on him, and Damion moaned.
"Fuck yeah, prof, I missed that mouth," he said.
I sucked him for a while, then he pulled me back up into a kiss. We tumbled onto the bed, wrestling a bit to see who would get on top, our hard cocks rubbing against one another. He won -- or if I'm being honest, I should say I let him win so that he would be on top. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms over my head, pinning them onto the bed while he kissed me intensely. He used one hand to keep my arms pulled up, while he started nibbling my neck and ears and then kissing his way to my nipples. He licked my nipples and then bit one lightly. I squirmed, but he held me in place.
"Don't try to get away. You're mine," he said. He let go of my hands and kissed his way down my body until he got to my cock. He licked the head of my cock once, then he went further down and licked my balls, then started to chew on a spot right next to my balls that sent shivers through my body. He moved back to my balls and sucked first one, then the other, into his mouth, chewing on them just enough to hurt slightly, but not in a bad way. Then he got back to my cock and started slowly moving his mouth up and down.
After a few minutes of his sucking me, Damion suddenly pulled off my cock, lifted my legs up and dove into my ass with his mouth. He started to rim me with passion, driving his tongue inside as deep as he could get it. I couldn't help but moan loudly.
Finally, Damion pulled his mouth off my ass and quickly moved his cock up against my hole. He pushed against my opening, but I was too tight to let him in.
"It's been a couple of weeks. You're gonna need lube," I said.
He reached over and grabbed the lube out of my bedside table, slicked up his cock, pulled my legs back up, and then quickly pressed his cock back against my hole. This time it popped in. I was tight, and there was a little pain, because I was out of practice. I focused on relaxing, and soon he had pushed himself inside. He moved his hips in and out a few times, then he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.
"Fuck, I missed that ass," he sighed.
"You had plenty of other asses," I said.
"But none like yours. It's different with somebody you lo..." He caught himself mid-word. "I mean! It's different with somebody you know."
He caught himself, but I knew what he almost said.
"So you like me?" I asked coyly.
"I like your ass," he boasted.
I pushed back. "That's not what you were saying. You said it's different with me."
"I like being with you," he said. "I feel like, I dunno, like we're friends."
"So it's not just my ass?"
"It's not just your ass," he said. We'd paused with his dick buried inside me. "But your ass is fine! It makes my cock feel so good."
He started pumping into me again and leaned forward to kiss me some more. I had relaxed now, so there was no pain, and his cock felt amazing moving up and down inside me. He leaned back up, grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs wide. Then he started pounding into me hard, driving his dick as deep into my guts as possible, grunting each time he bottomed out and his body slapped against my ass. It didn't take long before he cried out, tensed up, and started pumping his load in me.
"I'm fucking breeding your ass, Adam!! Fuck!!" he shouted.
"That's it! Breed me, Damion!" I cried. "Cum in my ass!"
I was playing with myself, so it only took a couple of strokes until I too was shooting my load. The first shot hit my face, a little of it landing on my lips, and the next couple of shots splattered my neck and chest.
"Damn, prof, I guess you were saving up for me!"
Damion pulled out, leaned forward, and licked the cum off of my face and then off of my chest. Then he kissed me, feeding me my own cum. We kissed for a while, then he rolled off and lay next to me.
"I needed that," I said.
"Me too," he said. "You're the best."
We lay there in silence, both of us breathing hard.
"You almost said you loved me," I whispered.
He paused for a moment. "Sorry about that," he said. "It was just..."
"You don't have to say you're sorry," I interrupted. "I love you too. I didn't know it until I realized how sad I was when you were gone. But I've missed you so much this month."
He raised up on his elbows and looked at me.
"You love me?" he said, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yeah, I think I do," I said.
He tried to suppress it, but then a warm smile spread across his face. He rolled against me and kissed me hard.
"I love you too," he said. "It just slipped out, but it's true."
We kissed like we had never kissed before. Intensely, then tenderly, each kiss like a breath of life. I held his head in my hands, and he wrapped his arms around me. There was electricity in our touch.
We kissed like that for a long time, and then when we broke apart, I said, "Of course, it doesn't mean I'm going to stop being a whore."
"That's what I love about you," he laughed. "As long as you're MY whore."
We lay there for a while longer, just pressed up against one another, feeling comfort in each other's presence.
"Want me to take you to the dorm?" I asked after a while.
"Can't I just stay here?" he asked.
"Of course you can stay here. As long as you want. As often as you want."
He pecked my cheek.
"Be careful what you offer," he said.
We pulled the covers on and cuddled up together, and before long, I could tell that Damion had fallen asleep. It was late afternoon. The sky was just getting dark. It was far too early to go to bed, so I lay there wide awake for awhile, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine but also trying to make sense of what I'd gotten myself into. Was I really in love? With a student? A freshman? I thought back to how sad I'd felt when I dropped him off at the airport and how excited I'd been to pick him up today. I thought about how empty my apartment had felt while he was away. There was definitely something there. And it wasn't just the sex, because I'd had plenty of that without him. Yet the sex I'd had without him just didn't feel nearly as fun.
I looked over at his face and noticed once again how beautiful he was. He was young, with flawless skin. He had high cheek bones. His hair was longer now than when I'd first met him way back in the fall. It looked like he was twisting into short braids. His bare chest was exposed, and I admired how smooth it was. His arms were muscular and strong.
He was handsome. But he also looked so innocent. He was only 19 after all. Was I taking advantage of him? Maybe. I didn't think so. I didn't think that I was constraining him in any way. He seemed to be enjoying our time together. And nothing was keeping him with me except his own choice.
I decided that I needed to stop overthinking things. I needed to just try to go with the flow and enjoy what I had. I was going to be more careful this semester: no fooling around with any of the students in my classes! But I could still have fun with Damion and his friends. I'd already made clear that none of the guys in Damion and Nathan's circle could take math classes with me. So, they'd all be fair game...
It was on thoughts of Damion and his friends and all of the fun that we could have that I drifted off to sleep...