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This is my first attempt at writing on nifty. Comments back are welcome, but please, be nice. All flames will be ignored. Also, this story is a romance. Although sex will be an important part, it will take some time for the story to reach that point.
Professors Awakening, chap.1:
Sighing, Greg closed his eyes. Life wasn't meant to be this way. He'd never thought that this is where he'd be at 32 years old. Yeah, life was busy and he had no complaints about his job. Being a college professor at ETSU was awesome. It paid the bills. And yeah, he loved teaching A & P, but today, today was just one of those days.
He was alone. So alone. Over the years he'd had a few flings, but nothing serious, and nothing that had lasted. He guessed that was part of the curse of being secretly gay. But now, on his 32nd birthday, he was waking up once again by himself. "oh well," he thought, " time to get a move on or I'll be late for classes."
Stretching his arms, Greg pulled the covers off his body. Looking down at himself he smiled. Yeah, he was in shape and he knew it. "Not bad," he thought, looking at his lean torso and finely chisled six pack. He walked into the bathroom taking little notice of his reflection in the mirror. He took for granted the brown hair and blue eyes that gave him an almost electric charge when he looked people in the eyes. At 5'11" weighing 170 lean pounds, Greg got more than a fair share of looks from people of both sexes who thought he was downright hot.
Stepping into the shower, he turned on the water and stood there for a minute as the water cascaded down his body. His morning wood was standing at full mast. He moved his hand over the tip of his penis, moaning a little. He grabbed the shaft and started slowly stroking up and down the hard 7 inches of meat. moaning again, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift...
He imagined one of his students from class was kneeling in front of him playing with his dick. "oh yeah, baby, stroke that piece of meat for me." the young student opening his mouth and teasing the head of his swollen member. "oh fuck yeah, open your mouth, yeah suck it baby." Moaning, he brought his other hand up to play with his hairy balls. Rolling them in his fingers, he could feel them drawing up. He started panting. "oh fuck." he said as his balls drew up. Suddenly, he started shooting his pent up load, sending cum splashing on the shower wall and all over his hand. Looking at his hand, he slowly brought it to his mouth, licking up the juices he'd just spent.
He quickly finished his shower and got dressed. "oh crap," he thought, looking at the clock. "gotta run or I'm gonna be late for classes. He grabbed his keys, and decided to hit star bucks for coffee, foregoing breakfast today.
BRETT:
Yawning, Brett closed the door to his mustang convertible. "damn, I'm tired," he thought. He had just gotten off work from a night shift at JCMC where he was a nurse in the ICU cluster. "these 12 hour night shifts are killing me," he thought. "glad I'm going to days next week. It's about time."
He stretched his legs, looking down at his muscular body. He stood 5'9" and weighed a fit 150 pounds. With his red hair, green eyes, and fair skin, Brett was indeed hot. At least all the young female nurses Brett worked with thought so, but unknownst to them, he was hopelessly gay.
He put his car into drive, and pulled out of the hospital parking lot. "man, I could really use some coffee," he thought. "but do I really want to go to my empty lonely house and fix a full pot just to go to bed?" On the spur of the moment, he pulled into the star bucks parking lot. He looked down to make sure his wallet was in the car, and looking back up, he yelled, "shit" and slammed on his brakes. His bumper stopped mere inches from a man who had frozen in place when the car had born down on him. "damn," thought Brett, "you've done it now. Bout killed a guy, and fuck, a hot one at that."
He quickly pulled the car over to a parking space and got out. The guy was still standing there, frozen in position, looking at Brett.
"Oh shit, man. I am so sorry," said Brett. "I wasn't paying attention."
Greg:
Greg was still in shock. First, he'd just been walking into star bucks to get some coffee, and this car appeared out of nowhere to almost run him over. He'd been scared spitless, then he got pissed. When the guy parked, he'd almost run over to the car to jump the guys ass give him a piece of his mind. But, damn, he hadn't expected to see what got out of the car. Just looking at this guy he got weak in the knees. This guy was absolutely gorgeous. That fair skin, toned body, tousled hair. "fuck," he was trying his best not to get an erection then and there.
Then this guy came running up to him. Greg was transfixed. The guy started talking to him, saying something about being sorry. And yet he still couldn't speak back. Suddenly he realized that this guy was was looking at him kinda strange. "what was that?" Greg asked, afraid that this man would think he was some kind of freak for staring.
"I said my name was Brett. Are you ok, man? You look kinda freaked out or something." said Brett.
"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Greg. And I, uh, yeah I'm fine. I was just about to get a cup of coffee." Greg said, semi smiling at Brett.
"Hey kewl. I was on my way in star bucks too, man. Hey, can I uh, would you let me buy you a cup of joe man?" Brett said, looking at Greg.
Greg cocked his head, looking back at Brett. "Hmmm, he wants to buy me coffee. Could it be, could he be...nah, not even gonna go there. He's straight, too fucking hot for me to even have a chance."
"Um, nah man, it's ok." said Greg looking towards Brett.
"Please?" asked Brett.
Sighing, Greg looked over at Bretts puppy dog expression and melted. "Oh damn, I can't believe this," he thought. "Oh well, what the hell, sure man." he said out loud to Brett.
Brett's expressive face lit up with these words. Looking at him, something squeezed Greg's heart. "man," he thought, "what I'd give to have this guy in my life."
Making their way inside the coffee shop, the two guys went up to the counter to place their order.
"Can I help you boys?" asked the girl taking orders.
Brett turned to Greg. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Mmmm, I think I'll have the java chip frap," Greg said.
"Make that two java chips please," Brett said, looking straight at Greg.
As the girl made the two coffees, she observed the two guys in front of her. Somehow, without being told, she instinctively knew they were both gay. "damn, but that is one hot couple," she thought.
"Here you boys go." she said, bringing their drinks to the countertop.
"Hey thanks, Brett," said Greg as they gathered their drinks and walked back outside. Looking at Greg, Brett softly replied, "it was my pleasure."
Glancing at his watch, Greg said, "Oh shit man, I've gotta run. I'm gonna be late for classes."
"Oh, are you a teacher?" asked Brett. "yeah, college professor." replied Greg.
"Hmmmm, you sure man? I mean, most college professors aren't this hot." said Brett smiling slightly.
It took a moment for the words to sink in Gregs brain, but then it clicked. He stopped and starred at Brett.
"Oh shit, man. I'm sorry." said Brett. "I didn't mean to let that slip out." He had a totally dejected look on his face. He dropped his eyes. Not being able to stand the look of disgust he knew would be on Greg's face.
"Brett man, it's ok." said Greg softly. Unable to believe his ears, Brett looked up at greg, who was smiling gently. " think there's something you should know, Brett. I'm gay." said Greg.
Brett's jaw dropped, then he recovered slightly. "Umm, Greg, can I, that is could I get your phone number?"
Greg grinned, "Gimme your hand, man." Brett looked slightly confused, but held out his hand to greg. Greg took a pen out of his pocket, writing something on the back of Brett's hand. Yeah, writing on Brett's hand was totally spur of the moment, but this guy was hot.
"K, man. I gotta get to work." said Greg. Winking at Brett he strolled over to his car and pulled out of the parking lot leaving Brett standing there feeling slightly confused.
"Damn, that man Is hot," thought Brett. "If I only had a chance with someone like him." Then looking down at what Greg had written, he thought, "then again, maybe I do." For there on the back of his hand was written 314-555-5678 -- call me later, sexy.
This concludes part one. Let me know if you liked it, and if I should continue with part two. All emails to nurse7926@aol.com